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

[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.