Stick a Fork in Me

[hollystrike]

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.]

Comments

[hollystrike]

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

Really? Give me some examples.

[Because your face later, dude.]

[collegedropout]

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.]

[hollystrike]

[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.]

[collegedropout]

[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.

[hollystrike]

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

Hnnn... is that so?

[collegedropout]

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

It is, actually, yeah.

[hollystrike]

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

Prove it.

[SORRY, SAM.]

[collegedropout]

[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.]

[hollystrike]

[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.]

[collegedropout]

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