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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.]
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.]
action; Marsiva
Unless it was a fake. Did you ever find any treasure?
Re: action; Marsiva
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?
action; Marsiva
Oh, absolutely. Although you know you didn't have to stop at the point you were about to make up with your extremely attractive partner.
[Or at least she assumes Fraser is the partner he was talking about. She's also going to assume he's attractive otherwise where's the fun? And ignore that he probably meant work partner, not sexual. It's not her fault if he isn't being specific.]
Re: action; Marsiva
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.
action; Marsiva
But he is pretty.
action; Marsiva
action; Marsiva
[She has a really nice mental image of Fraser right now. Probably wildly inaccurate, but she enjoys it.]
Re: action; Marsiva
'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.]
action; Marsiva
It could be worse. I could have described them as ripping out of his shirt.
Re: action; Marsiva
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.
action; Marsiva
Re: action; Marsiva
[he loves it]
action; Marsiva
[She doesn't look sorry though. Quite the opposite.]
Re: action; Marsiva
You know, you're not too bad, for a criminal.
action; Marsiva
[No. She wasn't. If she was offended he'd be in trouble. As it is she just takes a step forward, tracing a finger down the corner of his lip to his jaw.]
And you're very cute. For a guardsman. [Detective. Chicago PD. Whatever they call them where he's from.]
action; Marsiva
Cute, huh? Not 'ruggedly handsome'?
action; Marsiva
[By 'look closer' she may actually mean 'make out'. Which would explain why her next move is to kiss him.]
Re: action; Marsiva
action; Marsiva
action; Marsiva
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.]
action; Marsiva
It's been too long since she's been able to do this. She's been at sea with no one but her crew on board and so she's missed the luxury of another person, and he's already more considerate than some lovers she's taken. That's a trait she can appreciate.]
action; Marsiva
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.]
action; Marsiva
It's when he breaks the kiss she takes her chance, much as she likes the look of where his mouth was heading. Her reflexes quickened by years of experience she grabs the back of his hair wherever it's long enough for her to get a grip, using her other hand to attempt to manoeuvre him against the wall now close behind.
Isabela's used to being in charge, both on her ship and in bed. It's not a habit she intends to break if she can help it.]
action; Marsiva
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
She softens her touch momentarily, soothing the spot on his scalp she'd pulled at previously before she moves that hand to his shoulder, her nails digging lightly into the back of his shoulder. Her free hand she pushes against his chest, keeping him in place while she moves to kiss his neck, picking back up where she'd cut him off.]
action; Marsiva
action; Marsiva
action; Marsiva