paradisa | 3rd Violent Outburst - dictated Texas....Agent Texas

This would be one of those 'Woderfuck feeling playful' moments.

But hey, a Tux... you got lucky.

Great, fucking great.

Why...what did you get?

Who says I got anything?

You mean it's just me? Oh what the actual fuck?

Oh you're not alone... I mean, if the journal chatter is anything to go by.

Because that's the only reason I know about what's going on... reading the journal... other people having that problem and not me.

[Oh fuck it! He's just going to shut up now. The last thing he needs is her finding him dressed up like Sunny.]

Worst liar ever.

Out with it, what are you? Tell me or I come over there, take a picture and find a way to make sure everyone sees it.

Ugh... can't just let me suffer in peace can you?

Fine.

[Filtered to Tex]

I'm.... Sunny.

You? No.

[Filter]

[There is a moment of nothing but laughter, serious deep and rolling laughter.]

Ok. I have to see this, I'm coming over.

What?! No fucking way!

[Shit, she's probably already on her way too.]

Stay the fuck out!

Sorry, too good to pass up.

[And she's making it double time on the way to his room]

It's really not. You're not missing anything!

The door is locked and I'll be pissed as hell if you break it down!

This is a moment that must be remembered, for posterity, forever.

Then I suggest you unlock the door, I lack York's subtle abilities so I'll just kick it in.

This is a moment that needs no witnesses and should be fucking forgotten.

[Well you're not getting much choice in the matter Church she's already at the door and she even knocked.]

Come on...open up.

[There's a pause and then muffled grumbling before the door clicks unlocked.]

Hurry up before anyone sees you... or more importantly me.

[Oh hell yes she is going to see this. Tex stepped in and shut the door behind her, she wanted to laugh. Oh god he actually looked..cute! She had no idea how this was possible but he was kind of adorable. She stepped forward, intent on poking fun at the dress but froze mid step.

Fuck, here we go again. She did the bond routine and the music played. Talk about taking all the steam out of a really good jab. Whens he could move again she sighed and shook her head.] Fucking hate this place.

Edited 2013-07-09 17:46 (UTC)

[The worst part is the hair. The stupid nanites that let him customize the look of his hair had been co-opted by the castle for this stupid prank. That Gerber baby curl is his own stupid hair. No bad wig for him.]

Welcome to the club. Meetings are Wednesdays and Saturdays at noon.

[Oh and give him back his facial hair!
One good thing about these castle wide things, at least he knew he wasn't suffering alone.]

[But Church, it's so damned cute! Seriously, she is storing that file for later because.. yeah.. adorable.]

Be sure and save me a seat then.

[She did move forward, her memories didn't include him with a bare face and the look was startling to her. He looked young, even with his brooding scowl. Her fingers flexed and nearly moved toward him but after last time she kept them in check.]

Still could have been a lot worse.

[Oh you evil bitch!]

I look like a fucking cupie doll.

[Yeah, he wouldn't respond any differently than last time. Which would probably just lead to another argument.]

You didn't end up too bad. Kinda' butch but it works.

What's up with music and the cufflinks though?

(Long since that was news.)

You do. Man if the Bloodgulch boys could see you now....

[The laughter, the insults. It keeps her at a safe semi comfortable distance. It's what she needs right now, probably what he needs too. And the costume doesn't hurt, he's not so like himself that it is distracting anymore. Fuck, if he knew that was distracting just how much would the bastard gloat?]

Butch? I'm in a suit of powered battle armor with a tuxedo on top of it. It's a friggin joke is what it is!

Fuck if I know. It just does that. I'm guess it's some stupid inside joke the castle hasn't seen fit to let me in on.

So...uhh..[She moved to look out a window or at something on the wall or whatever to make this look and sound as casual as possible..she failed miserably.] What's it like? Having that body?

Oh god I'd never hear the end of it.

[oh there would definitely be some gloating. Cracks in the tough 'Rotten Freelancer Bitch' facade, so worth a good gloat.
He chuckled.]

Well, at least it's not a frilly dress or something.

[Right. Well, it was bound to come up sooner or later.]

Oh, well... it took a little getting used to. Still has some lag issues once in a while... It's good though.

I mean there are things I still can't do, obviously... but it's much closer to feeling real.

Edited 2013-07-11 00:27 (UTC)

[Keep dreaming! She was always the rotten freelancer bitch and he'd better be used to it. She was hard as stone and that was the way she'd stay.]

Yeah no, you in a dress? Just no.

[She listened, head canting a bit in the imitation of human movement. She rifled a bit through his things as he spoke.]

You can feel things? More than just registering sensory input like the suits?

Pfft. I meant you in a dress.

[He doesn't keep much at the castle these days. Not even his sniper rifle is here. He has some clothes, the books Lemony wrote about Sunny and her siblings, the tools he's been using to fix up his old body and that's pretty much it.

He's glad his mementos from the 'baby week' are back at Stark Tower. He has enough to deal with right now without explaining that too.]

Mostly... it's still sensory input but it's not as isolated.

I don't have a thermometer displaying the exact temperature on my HUD. Instead I get temperature readouts from sensors in my skin. So I can touch something and tell if it's hot or cold. I also get a pressure reading but it's a lot more refined. I can tell texture more than just 'smooth' or 'rough'.
When you add it all up, it's a lot closer to actually feeling something.

It's still not quite the same as actually feeling something though.

[He shrugged]

If you don't think about it too hard it's pretty damn close.

Even wearing a dress I could still kick your ass.

[She'd been keeping her back to him mostly through out, but that just.. well she had to turn at that.]

So it's a lot like being human.

[She nodded but, the expressions. Jesus she knew those. It was what her mind had filled in when she could only see a helmet.]

You look just like you used to. I mean you look ok. [The shrug came after, and she played it off with a little attitude as if it was no big deal.]

So you do a lot?

Pretty close yeah. I mean I still can't do a lot of things, like eating.

[He suppresses a smile, the corner of mouth fighting the urge to rise.]

Harper let me choose what I looked like, so naturally... I'm glad I got me right.

[He moves to sit on the bed, leaving the chair for her. Even though he knows that technically neither of them needs to sit.]

Not really. I used to go out and help with one of the outposts, but things got... busy.

I haven't had the time to get back out there.

[She looked at the chair, she should really probably leave. She'd just come over to see if he was alright and to pick on him if he was. She'd done that. So why was she still here? She should be leaving.

Tex moved and took a seat in the chair.]

You could do without the curl though, and without facial hair you kinda look twelve. [She laughed softly] Forgot what a baby face you have under the scruff.

So, this girl Katniss and I were talking about setting up a perimeter around the outskirts. Just something to give us fair warning if whatever is out there decides to come in here.

Yeah well, as soon as I have a say in the matter I go back to normal.

[He rubs at his chin absentmindedly for a second, stupid castle.]

That's a pretty huge perimeter. The border of the powered zone is like a hundred miles out from here... and we can't exactly get a sat nav system going.

Not that it's not worth looking into. Relying on news from the journals isn't the best option.

[He looks thoughtful for a moment, churning the idea over. He might be a generally poor soldier, but he's pretty good at thinking tactically.]

Shit, have I given you the map the infodump about this place yet?

Yeah, me too.

[Back to her suit without the tux. That would be something wouldn't it?]

I was thinking of putting trackers out there, just small ones, the kind that could run on battery power and that would be enough of an early warning just in case something went on out there.

No, Delta was going to but... things got fucked.

That's the way things usually go around here. Make some plans and then the castle decides to shit all over them.

[He picks up his journal and a pen and jots a quick filter to her with the page numbers for the map and Felix's report.]

There, now you can check them out when you have some time. Keep an eye out for posts from a guy named Felix, he's a good source of information. Just remember when you share that information with others that you filter it away from First Gens and other assholes that would misuse it.

[Church is pretty proud of the fact that his grousing about people not sharing information has gotten results. More and more new arrivals are actually getting access to information it took him months of searching to acquire.]

We'd need someone to design and build them. Delta could work up a layout for their placement. You know, maximize the area covered with the fewest units. Oh, that's another thing I should get you... Delta came up with a coordinates system for the map so we can use our trackers for navigation out there.

[Hey guess who finally learned he has a god damned motion tracker!]

What's the whole deal with first gens anyway?

[She'd scan the information in later and store it, convert to a digital mapping system, maybe improve things if she could.]

I did think about asking for [yeah, and this was just in keeping with her.] help.

They're a bunch of pissed off ex-residents that seem to like making trouble for everyone here. Apparently they've attacked the castle and stolen shit before.

No one knows for sure how many are left... there was a ship crash out in the Dead Lands and it wiped out their settlement. Or a settlement anyway. The survivors weren't keen on sharing info.

ugh, which reminds me of more stuff I've got on my 'to-do' list that I haven't been making any progress on.

[He sighs and goes to run a hand through his hair, but there isn't any hair there. Instead he has to settle with a sigh of frustration and rolling his eyes.]

I'm sure you can get a bunch of people interested in helping. The other Freelancers and the Spartans easily. I wonder how much fuel there is left for the Falcon...

[It felt good to have something solid to work on and plan around again. Running through what she/they needed to accomplish and what resources they had to do it with. He hadn't had much in the way of mental stimulation since the gulch, mostly just coasting along vaguely bored. He'd tried a couple of times to find things since getting here, but his focus had been hard to keep. He could focus on helping Tex though, that was something he could always focus on.]

Fuck that! I'm just getting shit together here not going to let any disgruntled assholes start with me.

What are you working on? [Because that is as close to an offer to help as he's going to get straight up.]

[She paused and looked at him, really looked.] Fuck me. When did you go and become a leader?

[Better be careful Church, that sounds almost as if it's hinting that maybe Tex being there gives your life some kind of purpose.]

Well, you know how nothing works out in the Dead Zone? That's not strictly true.
There are these crystals that can supply a tiny amount of power, York compared it to a AA battery. He said you can string a bunch of them together to get more power but no one has very many of them.

In the report I sent you they talk about some guys that called themselves the 'iron suits' or something like that. They had working battle armor.

Which means they had a way to power it. There might be a way to get larger crystals and make it safe for us to enter the Dead Zone. York has a lead on someone we could get a message out to about it.
And the settlement that got hit out in the Dead Zone looks like it belonged to those Iron assholes.

[He looked back at her somewhere between amused and insulted.]

Hey, I've always been a leader!

[Hush you, that's totally not it at all.]

But going out that far would be bad with, [A general gesture to herself, A.I.s didn't do so well out there without power.]

But it's something to look into, maybe Katniss can check it out a little.

[She snorted at that.]

Oh sure you have.

[Sure Church, keep telling yourself that, also keep telling yourself you're not glad she's here.]

Yeah, but York has been out there and talked with the woman we'd need the information from. Delta thought he might even go out for us to deliver a message.

[He just sucks at being personable enough to get a message together. He's probably written a hundred cast aside letters by this point.]

Hey, I was the guy in charge back at Blood Gulch... or had you forgotten?

[He will... even though he knows he's stupidly happy that she's here.]

So I'll hit up Delta for some information and maybe we can figure something out from there.

[Really Church?] Not like you had a choice out there, not exactly working with a fucking brain trust there. You were the least bad of the options.

[She only digs at you because she cares, not that she'd tell you that of course.]

Oh shut up, it still counts.

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. [Oh she is laughing, laughing so hard]

[A tux didn’t seem like that bad of a costume, considering the flowing elf gown that Dairine woke up in. She's about to comment on it, but then that theme song starts plays and OH. Now she understands.

Bad idea maybe, but Dairine can't help but crack up. There’s a whump as she falls in an ungraceful heap of laughter, an embarrassment to the elf whose clothes she's sharing. Give her a moment and she might explain what’s so funny.

Maybe.]

Hey! Shut the fuck up whoever you are!

[After a school life of bullies, Dairine is pretty used to being cursed out, though it's usually by someone closer to her age. It does nothing to stop her laughter.

She tries to get a few words out.]

That song is... [Nope, can't do it. She starts laughing again.]

Edited 2013-07-21 18:59 (UTC)

Yeah?

Seriously..what the fuck?

[Not cool man, so not cool.}

[Forgive her, for she is young and easily entertained.

The laughter finally peters out, but Dairine still sounds amused.]

You really don't know what that song is?

No idea, aside from the fact that I keep hearing it every time I stop and straighten these tuxedo cuffs.

[Dairine is grinning so hard, but she manages not to laugh.]

It's the James Bond theme!

That what for who?

Uh, James Bond? The famous British spy? Likes women, fast cars, and his drinks shaken, not stirred?

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