April System Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!


[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

> System Info ]

Comments

c -- let's stop some bad dudes

[ladybro]

-- Are you sure these guys are gonna show?

[ cue kate bishop, dressed to work, and with her bow strapped to her back. it was just dumb luck that she earlier managed to save the pirate in the nick of time before his legs got broken, and it's dumb altruism that convinces her to stay on for the rest of the right. because futz trafficking.

she pushes her aviators up onto her head and eyes the dingy back-street -- it's not half as nice as the rest of telluria. ]

okay!

[all7seas]

Lucky for me you came along, eh? So I'm sure they'll show. My luck tends to hold fast as a noose.

[The back street leads directly to the warehouse where he arranged to meet said bad dudes. Inside are all the sculptures Jack stole from the art museum. Human-ish forms, draped in whatever clothing Jack managed to scrounge up for them.

Nudity would be a dead give-away.]

[ladybro]

Morbid, but sure.

[ she scrutinizes the alley's mouth. there's sophisticated revelry happening at a tastefully over-priced restaurant just beyond the corner, and she's sorting the passers-by based on whether it seems likely that they're veering to join the sophistication or whether they look like mobster toughies. kate wishes she had higher ground, but this would do. ]

You know, I gotta give you credit. The you-know-whats in the warehouse? Very smooth idea.

[ look! someone could be listening in. ]

[all7seas]

Possibly. Also might get me thrown back in prison. Very attached to their fine art, these Tellurians.







Orange nudes are unsettling, I find.


[if they ARE listening in, they might find themselves...confused.]

[ladybro]

You're not going back to prison. [ ... ] Hawkeye's honour.

[all7seas]

Who's Hawkeye, and how honorable is he?

[ladybro]

I'm Hawkeye. [ she'd roll her eyes, but she doesn't dare drop her guard. ] It's, like, a code name.

[all7seas]

Excellent.

[The ung pops out of his vest and wurdles.]

HUSH, Posy! That's not my code name! My code name shall be Scuppers. No one will know it's me.

[ladybro]

[ scuppers. scuppers. scuppers? ]

-- Alright, Scuppers. You armed with anything besides cuteness?

[ the ung, sparrow. not you. ]

[all7seas]

[GIANT CHARMING SMILE.]

Got all my own teeth! Mostly! And these.

[He gestures to the gunlike weapon in his belt. It's not unlike a Star Wars blaster. There is also a knife, and a sword across his back. Unlike his favored sabers and hangars, this sword is more like a samurai weapon, but it was the best he could do.

But suddenly, something alerts him. He gestures toward the fancy restaurant's outdoor seating area:]

Oi -- that one, there -- dressed as a waiter. I think he looks suspicious.

[ladybro]

It's his gait, [ kate glances at the waiter and question -- and then nods, quick to confirm sparrow's hunch. ] He's carrying. A gun, I think? Left side, shoulder holster, under his jacket.

[ hawkeye, indeed. ]

Could be low-level muscle.

[all7seas]

Probably wants to shoot me. [It was a reasonable assumption that the man WOULD want to shoot Sparrow after discovering that the cargo of slaves was in fact a random grouping of sculptures in a warehouse.]

Darling, perhaps it's better you don't get involved. Take yourself off someplace safe-like. Get drunk, meet a gentleman.

[ladybro]

There'll be enough time for that. Later.

[ she pulls an arrow from the quiver, but doesn't rush to nock it. ]

Trust me. It's better for us if I stay involved.

SURPROSE

[all7seas]

Jack rushes, however -- to put himself in front of her. To sashay directly down the alleyway and face the danger head-on. To boldly go where no pirate has probably gone before, since this is an asteroid and the restaurant is very fancy.

He truly doesn't want Kate injured or troubled on his account. And this time, it might be better to act first and flush out any others that might be lying in wait. At the least, Kate might become aware of their presence. This waiter can't be the only one after him.

"Oi!" he calls out to the waiter. "You have a free table, lad? Terribly hungry, me. Also peckish. Famished."

[ladybro]

So futzing be it. Kate sits back on her heels -- and instead of leaping into action, like he does, she keeps a careful eye on the scene at hand. Noting what's available, what's odd, what's noticeable. And apart from knowing damn well that the waiter is carrying, she sees something stir in a third-floor window once Jack makes his rush.

Crap. A glint of artificial light on ray-gun metal, and Kate's fingers work faster than her mouth. She strings the arrow in place, draws back, and releases all in one easy breath. Disinclined to kill or maim, she instead aims her arrow to knock the blaster out of the baddie's hands. It clatters to the ground below, not far from Jack.

"Yo, Scuppers. Watch the rooftops."

[all7seas]

"Falling ray-guns?" he pipes up cheerfully, then sashays drunkenly to the left to avoid a blast. Another baddie, Kate. Three o'clock.

[ladybro]

Easy like Sunday morning, she slides another arrow out of the quiver. Sure enough, she catches sight of the next baddie at three. This time, she pins him to the wall with a shot through the shoulder of his stylin' wait-staff livery.

"Unsheathe!" She suggests in a shout.

[all7seas]

"Busy!" he shouts back, weaving his way toward the wounded waiter. More baddies are appearing, so Kate should have plenty to do.