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Isabela ([personal profile] pirasea) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-04-19 09:59 pm

001 || video & action

Who: Isabela and everyone ever (or anyone who wants to talk to her, at least)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress, or Marsiva if you can catch her in the brief time before she's assigned her ship.
When: In the hours pre-shuffle and just post-shuffle

[When Isabela wakes up the first thing she does is check for daggers. Which are, of course, absent. She checks both her surroundings and her person.]

Shit.

[Unsurprisingly voicing her frustration doesn't help. There doesn't even seem to be anything she can use as a makeshift weapon. Cautiously, she bends down to retrieve a rather magnificent hat that seems to have fallen off while she was still out. She feels around in that too. Just in case. Any concealed weapons it might have held at one time are no longer there, however.

Is it even possible for her to look any more pissed off? Evidently so.]
poetontheinside: (walking along the streets of chicago)

Re: action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-23 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, we found a treasure alright. [So he's not usually the storyteller, but this had been one of the weirdest cases in a line of weird cases, and he gets to tell it to an actual pirate? He's gonna take his moment in the spotlight. He ducks out from underneath her arms to face her again, so she can feel the full impact of the story.]

Get this-- This guy lands on our car, knife in his back, bam, dead, right? Last thing he says is 'treasure chest', and he's got that whole map thing goin' on. We check it out, he had some gold lined away, only everyone knows him says he'd been dead for a year. Turns out, there's all these guys running around a ship, pretending it's a ghost ship so they can their whole pirate thing, and the map on the dead guy's chest turns out to be a map to the rest of the gold, provided you got the coordinates-- [He takes a deep breath before continuing] So me 'n Fraser infiltrate, we get right down to the nitty-gritty, trying to find this gold, but then-- well, long story short [that's short?] the ship goes down, we almost kick the bucket, find the ship anyway, find a ton of gold. But they ain't gonna let us just cuff 'em, right? So we huddle up in this little submarine to escape the ghost ship, and the next thing we know, bam! We're on a real, old-fashioned ship made by this crazy Mountie lady, cannons and all, and we fight the pirates, get the gold, and me'n Fraser make up.

[There was no mention of a fight, Ray. But apparently that's something that pleased him. He stands close to her while he tells the story, gesticulating wildly.]

Wild, right?
poetontheinside: (catching on)

Re: action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-25 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He rolls his eyes, but his ears get a slight tinge of red, because here's the thing-- Ray was married for a good while, and it's not like the precinct is an open-minded kind of environment, but he knows what he likes and he's not ashamed of it.

But Fraser is pristine, Fraser is up here on that pedestal: perfect Mountie, do not touch, look at funny or otherwise get your Chicago paws on. Thinking of Fraser in that way feels off-limits, except when he's feeling his most lonely.]


He's my work partner, smartass. [not gonna deny the extremely attractive part] Nothin' more to tell there.
poetontheinside: (walking along the streets of chicago)

action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-25 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Guys like Fraser aren't pretty. [Annoyingly handsome, maybe] Anyway, I don't think Mounties do pretty, 'cause pretty doesn't wrestle bears and catch trappers an' stuff.
poetontheinside: (you lick anything i mean anything)

Re: action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-25 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[He crosses his arms and rolls his eyes again, his posture now completely defensive. He mutters, irritably,]

'Bulging muscles', who says that? Sounds like somethin' outta Frannie's romance novels, not like something anyone'd even say.

[Reality is probably even better than her imagination. But he may be biased.]
poetontheinside: (helping up the mountie)

Re: action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-25 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[To his credit, he snaps out of it as easily as he went into it-- The touch to his hand makes him realize how weird he's being, and he unfolds his arms, lets them hang limply at his side.

He snorts at the suggestion, shifting on his feet. He misses Fraser, now that they're talking about him. Misses him more than he'd realized.]


That uniform's pretty much sacred, the way he talks about it. He ever rip outta his shirt the Queen'd probably come over to yell at him in person.
poetontheinside: (I love that! I mean I love you!)

Re: action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-25 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[He lets out a loud laugh, all awkwardness forgotten.] Jesus Christ, she's like 80 or somethin', you're disgusting!

[he loves it]
poetontheinside: (yer funny)

Re: action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-25 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, sure, you're right, I take it back. [He gives her a crooked little grin, then rolls his shoulders and sticks his hands in his pockets.]

You know, you're not too bad, for a criminal.
poetontheinside: (yeah i wear a bracelet so what)

action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-25 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[The grin softens into a smile, and he reaches out to touch her elbow, softly.]

Cute, huh? Not 'ruggedly handsome'?
poetontheinside: (stella: you and me)

Re: action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-25 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's good, that's great, greatness-- he rests the hand that's not still on her arm on her waist and steps as close as he can get. He's a giver more than a taker, as if that hadn't been obvious before. She's warm, soft but with just the right amount of edge to it, and he lets himself fall into that.]
poetontheinside: (Stella: we danced all night)

action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-25 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[He wants to smother that smirk, prove that he's not some schmuck: this, he can do. He loves it, the back-and-forward, like a dance. Tilt your head, pull her close, make her lose herself in the rhythm.

He takes he cues carefully, although it's more instinctive than rational. He wipes some hair behind her ear and touches the sensitive skin behind her ear, lightly, before trailing that hand down to her neck.]
poetontheinside: (smoker)

action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-25 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Slowly, very slowly, he presses her backwards. He's aiming for the wall, so that they're no longer right in the middle of the room. It's strange, within this completely alien environment, with a woman who's from a world where there's real pirates, that this feels so normal.

He's not quite fresh enough to trail that hand down further, so he moves it back up, ghosts his fingertips over her arm. Eventually he pulls away from her mouth with a soft nip, and if she lets him he'll move to her neck.]
poetontheinside: (fingerbite)

action; Marsiva

[personal profile] poetontheinside 2015-04-26 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[His hair is long in plenty of places, but mostly on top-- when she grabs it he gives a little startled yelp, her grip tilting his head back. It's uncomfortable, but only until his back hits the wall and he gets both his arms back around her waist.

Alright, so it'll take some getting used to- he's used to gentle and attentive when it comes to women, and if they want someone to be in charge they want the cop to do it. But he can get behind this.]

action; Marsiva

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