thespaceopera: (relapse)
Voices from Heaven ([personal profile] thespaceopera) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2017-04-14 04:39 pm

April System Mingle

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 ]
ladybro: (➵ funny how a breaking heart)

[personal profile] ladybro 2017-04-16 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
You're not going back to prison. [ ... ] Hawkeye's honour.
all7seas: (Awakening)

[personal profile] all7seas 2017-04-16 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Who's Hawkeye, and how honorable is he?
ladybro: (➵ when i was a river)

[personal profile] ladybro 2017-04-16 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
I'm Hawkeye. [ she'd roll her eyes, but she doesn't dare drop her guard. ] It's, like, a code name.
all7seas: (dressing the wound)

[personal profile] all7seas 2017-04-16 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
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: (➵ and love is a drug)

[personal profile] ladybro 2017-04-16 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ scuppers. scuppers. scuppers? ]

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

[ the ung, sparrow. not you. ]
all7seas: (dogwatch)

[personal profile] all7seas 2017-04-16 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[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: (➵ three point one four one five)

[personal profile] ladybro 2017-04-17 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
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: (Erm...)

[personal profile] all7seas 2017-04-19 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
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: (➵ faded for home)

[personal profile] ladybro 2017-04-20 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
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.
all7seas: (I support the missionary's position)

SURPROSE

[personal profile] all7seas 2017-04-25 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
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."

Edited 2017-04-25 00:45 (UTC)
ladybro: (➵ funny how i often seem)

[personal profile] ladybro 2017-04-25 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
Edited 2017-04-25 15:51 (UTC)
all7seas: (killed the canary and drank the cream)

[personal profile] all7seas 2017-04-25 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Falling ray-guns?" he pipes up cheerfully, then sashays drunkenly to the left to avoid a blast. Another baddie, Kate. Three o'clock.
ladybro: (➵ capa jumps jeep)

[personal profile] ladybro 2017-04-27 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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: (tripping up the stairs)

[personal profile] all7seas 2017-04-29 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Busy!" he shouts back, weaving his way toward the wounded waiter. More baddies are appearing, so Kate should have plenty to do.