driftfleet | Stick a Fork in Me

Who: Katie McCoy and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Vanquish, Iskaulit, Malum
When: Today!

[Video]

Just a moment--

[She'd apologise for the deafening thunk of a very solid piece of metal striking the floor in front of your screens, but she's in too bad a mood. It's the business end of a battle axe, runes inscribed along the metal edge and the weapon far too ridiculously big for a person like Katie to use. In fact, it's not temper that made her slam the stupid thing into the floor. She just can't lift it for very long, it's too goddamned heavy.

(Especially for someone who's been out cold for nearly three months, and this is what she comes back to?)]

Now. Who's responsible for this? Where did you get it?

[Anyone who saw any Tully-related flashbacks in calibrations will recognise the weapon for his. Otherwise, the runework is distinctly Scandinavian (Younger Futhark, to be precise) if there are any geeks in the audience.

...also, that's from the Atroma and it's been sitting in the cargo bay for months. Merry belated Christmas? She really appreciates it. Honest.]

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[In person, one can find Katie either dragging said stupid axe back to her quarters on the Vanquish, down at the fox park on the Iskaulit, or lurking at a table in Malum and getting really drunk, which is possibly not wise but par for the course.]

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Aaah, no, I'm not about to crawl up on this counter. A bed is more my style.

But there's no shame in having a thing for tables.

[:^)]

Tables are a lot of fun. Not much for privacy, though, I'll admit.

[She picks up her last drink, half empty, and waggles the glass at him.] Your place or mine?

[He leans on his elbow, thinking about it in earnest.]

I'd ask which place is closest, but I guess space ships and teleporters make it less complicated...

Don't they just? Which is well and good, because I'm not sure I really should drive any time soon. [She waves a hand lazily around her empty glasses.]

But I bet mine's closest. All the same.

[Oh, man, this is great. He's actually in his element. And he can have a night where he's not thinking about how stupid memories are, or how wrong he quietly knows he is, or whatever. He can just enjoy himself, right? Right. He grins.]

Lead the way, beautiful.

[Sam's gonna airlock himself when he gets his soul back. Fact.]

[He gets such a wide smile from her at that one. Sam, you called her beautiful. That'll come back to haunt you.]

Follow me.

[Pls don't airlock yourself later though. How will she have any fun?]

I'm following, I'm following.

[Not spoken at all in a begrudging way; on the contrary, he sounds pretty content.

WWLSD — What would Lame Sam do? Ask about the girl he's wandering off with? Ask about her life, what she's into, where she's going next? Unnecessary. They'll be parting ways at some point, that's just extra information he doesn't need... Right?

..............

Ugh, memories of Dean's Dating Tips are grating his brain.]

Where're you from? Before this whole. Uh. Evil Reality Show thing.

Here and there. I did a lot of travelling across Europe and a bit of the US, but I'm originally from Ireland.

[Technically true. She loves technically true, really.] You?

Me? I'm from Kansas.

[Like Dorothy, you know.]

But I'm from here and there and everywhere in the US. Feels better to have no specific place I need to be, I guess.

[Which is sort of true for both manner of Sam, though soulless enjoys having no strings attached to anything; the one with the soul, he's just given up on ever being able to stay in one place.]

[In this, Katie would agree with Soulless' viewpoint, actually. It's far more fun to be able to wander.]

So being out in space isn't really a problem for you?

[He shrugs.]

Might as well be. What other option is there? Freak out?

Seems kind of pointless.

'Freaking out' is just another way to get the hysteria out of your system so you can think clearly, isn't it? Though admittedly some take far more time about it than others.

Eh, too much effort. I prefer to just roll with it.

[He doesn't care; you should try it, it's fucking sweet.]

[That's how she lives, boy, she's just defending humans. Katie's never been hysterical in her life.

...well no, people who know her would call her on that, but WHATEVER.]

Rolling with it tends to roll you into some interesting places, I find. Not really a bad thing.

[He shrugs, looking pleased as pie.]

I can think of a few fun places to roll, yeah. None of them bad things.

[What a shock he took it in that direction. No really.]

Really? Give me some examples.

[Because your face later, dude.]

Anywhere with a sturdy surface, I'd say.

[He says it with a bit of a trained, husky tone, natural in his sexual appetite.

And yet, not remotely Sam in such a delivery.]

Or maybe just anywhere with a wall. But... I prefer whatever the person next to me or under me wants.

[Katie, this isn't fair at all; Sam's gonna have an actual heart attack when he comes back from it.]

[She knows. The mortification level will be amazing. Keep talking sex with your little-big sister, my guy.]

Oh, so table sex could have been on the table after all? [She's just outright teasing on that one, though. But man, that husky voice. Maybe she'll steal a kiss after all.]

[He smiles, cocking his head back just slightly in interest.]

I don't see why not. [Katie, are you really gonna traumatize your adoptive family. Spare him his life, lest he airlock himself upon realizing how hideous this entire thing is later. He steps a little closer, his sleeve brushing hers slightly.] Like I said - whatever surface the other prefers, I'm usually good to go.

[She lets out an amused breath, leaning in a touch, face bright with amusement.]

Hnnn... is that so?

[Oh, ho. He leans in a little, too, eyebrows high and challenging.]

It is, actually, yeah.

[She flashes a smile, leaning back against the wall.]

Prove it.

[SORRY, SAM.]

[He sways to follow her motion, smiling.]

Alright then.

[And then he absolutely does lean in to kiss her, hello, Katie. ~~Thanks for the needed additional therapy.~~]

[And there's her impulse control at work again. Look, tbh it's tempting to kiss you, Sam. She didn't grow up with you. But man... she's pretty sure going through with this is probably gonna hurt in an entirely non-physical way afterward.

So she kisses him back for all of 1.2 seconds before there's a soft sigh and she cups a hand to his cheek, draining just enough of his own natural glamour he'll drop like a stone. Sorry, dude. She'll get you safely home.]

[Ah fuck, I can't believe you've done this.]

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