#ka paintball

[nice2meetyouu]

Nag-file ako ng leave sa kabilang work para matapos 'yung need tapusin dito sa isa pa. Sino ba nagsabing kumuha ng maraming work? Buti kung marami rin ang kita. Haha. Sabi nga ni D, "Ano 'yan, may binubuhay ka ba?" Pero at least, tapos na.

Medyo proud ako nang slight, 72 hours more or less kong tinapos mag-isa 'yung 100-page thing na 'yon. Kahapon, hinelp naman ako ni J at na-validate naman ako sa mga supportive message niya. Wala naman syang choice. Pag hindi ko natapos, damay siya; at least, pinagaan niya 'yung process. Habang nandoon though, parang gusto ko na talagang mag-file ng 1-week leave minimum sa lahat at pumunta sa malayo at huwag mag-cellphone or internet, kumain lang ng hindi processed food, at matulog nang mahimbing.

Speaking of pagpunta sa malayo, nagyayaya 'yong mga ka-work na pumunta sa Baguio sa long weekend. Nag-decline si C kasi may appointment na raw siya sa long weekend, next time na lang daw, so nagsabi na rin ako na busy sa kabilang work, pero 'yung mas realistic na dahilan ay hindi ko alam paano ipapaalam sa bahay na pupunta akong Baguio tapos ang mga kasama ko, itago na lang natin sa di-tunay nilang pangalan na Carlo (naghahanap ng boyfriend), Timothy (may boyfriend), at Miko (may girlfriend na post-grad intern). Most likely, bibili lang naman kami ng strawberry jam or maglalakad-lakad. After all, sa gano'n naman kami naging friends, sa sabay-sabay na paglalakad ng at least 1.5 km one-way everyday. Pero nakukulangan din ako sa oras, 6 hours one-way pag nag-bus pa-Baguio. What if, ako na lang mag-isa ang pumunta?

Mag-paintball mag-isa, mag-jogging mag-isa, kumain mag-isa, mag-viewdeck mag-isa...

Sabi pala ni M, baka hindi na siya tumagal sa work until the end of the year kasi mag-aaral na raw siya para makapag-exam para maka-migrate sa land down under. Sabi ni T, huwag nang mag-resign, tumulad daw sa 'kin, pinagsasabay-sabay ang lahat. Pero sabi niya, hindi raw kaya, wala siyang lakas na gawin 'yung kagaya sa ginagawa ko.

Money is part of it pero hindi naman 'yun ang main motivation sa pagwowork. Parang wala namang marangal na work these days na worth ang bayad sa stress at pagod. Sabi ko kay A, sa ganito na lang ako nakakatulog, sa sobrang pagod, whether from physical activity or mental fatigue. Irerefer na raw niya ako, napaka-unhealthy ko raw na tao, pero sa anhedonia ko siya talaga nababother. Prescribe-an na raw ba niya ako ng S2? Si V din, ang payo, i-consider ko raw magpatingin. For additional context, I'm bored almost all the time, and wala akong ma-consider na "enjoyable" na activity.

Anyway, gusto kong bumili ng Koomi nitong weekend, kaso nagsara 'yung tindahan malapit sa amin. Tinignan ko sa foodpanda, 99 pesos 'yung pa-deliver, parang isang milk tea na rin, so huwag na lang. Iniisip ko kung bibili ako ng llao llao or blk513, pero preferably 'yung nilalaklak na yogurt na lang. Baka dutch mill lang ending nito, mas cost-effective kaysa bumili ng yogurt sa would u like. 🤭

[papersparrows]

🌷 First time kong mag EK for some reason sa tinagal kong nabubuhay sa mundo hahaha. Ewan ko, I think lagi lang talaga akong tinamad sa thought na bumiyahe pa-Laguna para lang magrides before kahit taga south lang din naman ako (pero nakarating sa ibang bansa para mag disneyland at universal ano hahaha). Magbibirthday na kasi mudra at sister ko, magkasunod sila. And eto trip nila this year eh since iilan na lang naman kaming magcecelebrate at ayaw nila magparty nang bongga. And yung sis ko kasi gustong-gusto niya ko mag EK since di siya makapaniwalang di pa ko nakarating doon hahaha. Siya kasi nakailang balik na with friends. So sabi ko sige G kung yan gusto niyo hehe.

🌷 Masaya naman din pala, ang lala nung ibang rides huhu. I was never afraid of heights and dati gora lang ako sa lahat nung extreme rides bcoz adrenaline pero once you reach a certain age.... medyo kakabahan ka na eh HAHAHAHA. Parang di ko kayang ulitin yung drop tower tsaka space shuttle huhu. Pati yung twin spin. Actually pati na rin yung jungle log jam, dun yata ako pinakatakot. Dahil lang dun sa wala kang seatbelt or anything yun yung pinaka nakakatakot na aspect sakin like alam ko namang medyo s****dal ako paminsan pero ayoko namang mamatay nang ganon hello ??? Like wdym kakapit lang ako sa basang bakal tapos yun na yun?! Never again

🌷 May sakit na ko ngayon pero hopefully saglitan lang to. Grabe kasi yung kapaguran buong araw lakad takbo. Naglaro pa kami nung paintball. Di ko naman inexpect na ganon pala yun ????? Ang sakit pala pota ??? Akala ko parang wala lang kasi pintura lang naman as in para ka lang nag water balloon fight. I was so wrong!!! Hahaha. Pagkabili ng tickets nagulat ako pinapirma ako ng waiver 😭? Then nag explain na yung marshall kung anong gagawin jusko ginusto kong magback out pero too late na HAHA. Masaya naman!!! Sabi pa nung marshall samin kinakabahan daw siya panoorin kami kasi ang tatapang daw namin puro sugod hahahaha. Anyway ang sakit matamaan nung bala parang bato.

🌷 Bago nagclose yung park, sumakay kami dun sa rio grande. Nakasakay na silang lahat tapos sabi ko pass muna ako since super sakit na ng katawan ko. Kaso umulit sila at gusto akong isama kasi ang daya daw dapat daw mabasa din talaga ako. Sila pa nagplano kung san ako uupo, so yun sakto sakin buhos nang buhos yung tubig. Basang-basa yung dress ko after ang haba pa naman ng dress ko so super kadiri and uncomfortable natulo pa nga HAHA. May dala akong pamalit, kaso ayaw pa nilang magpalit ng damit since paclose na park gusto humabol sa rides last minute. So pinatakbo nila ako habang tulo nang tulo damit ko sobrang wtf!! I do not recommend. Nakakaiyak mumsh hahahah :(( Then sa pinaka last ride namin pumasok kami dun sa Alcatraz na horror house. Actually ayoko talaga kaso mapilit si sister. Tapos di naman kami aware na may mga actors pala talaga???? Eh malala phobia ko sa mga taong nakacostume ng clown, mime, zombie, multo, etc etc!!! Tapos yung in character pa!! As in MALALANG PHOBIA. So sorry nang sorry kapatid ko kaso too late na nandun na kami. Iyak lang ako nang iyak at sigaw the whole time ang tagal matapos. Sobrang bangungot huhu. Nasigawan ko pa yung isang lalaki dun na kasama namin from another group of friends, akala ko kasi bf ng sister ko. Bf kasi niya yung nasa pinakaunahan para di kami yung unang makakaranas ng scares. Eh akala ko siya yung isang lalaki, so sinigawan ko yung lalaki dahil akala ko nga si bf ni sister sa sobrang takot ko sabi ko "MAUNA KA!!!!!! MAUNA KAAAAAAAAAAAA" paulit ulit HAHAHAHA tas saka ko lang narealize di ko pala siya kilala HAHA 😭😭😭😭 so todo sorry ako nakakahiya hahshwjakkskekr.

🌷 So ngayon nilalagnat na ko sa sobrang pagod at takot na naranasan ko sabay naulanan pa hehe 🥲 but it's ok masaya naman!

[parasaparaluman]

Shootout

It's a given na since it's already June, we're really squeezing everything into wedding preparation and while itong blog post ko is in relation to that, feeling ko it deserves its own highlight. What I would like to mention is my groomsmen's and I's bachelor's party.

Nung nagiisip ako ng pwedeng gawin with my groomsmen, and mind you - yes ako talaga ang nagisip kasi most guys are not really into planning and kung meron man, well, at least they're not my groomsmen. Kaya ako na talaga ang nagkusa na magisip at magsearch ng pwedeng gawin. Usually naman, ang mga bachelor's party ay in a form of inuman pero knowing them, di naman sila lahat umiinom kaya I had to think of something na lahat makakarelate or at least, mageenjoy. And I ended up with paintball.

It's unusual, I know. Pero alam ko na mageenjoy kaming lahat dun at since may 2 na naging 3 na batches ng groomsmen ang meron ako, a team game will at least give an opportunity for us to collaborate.

Luckily, yung nahanap ko na place is just along Sumulong Highway papunta sa Antipolo Church. This is already convenient kesa sa pumunta pa kami kung saan like the South. Since ako naman yung groom and I guess ako kasi nagsuggest, buti at pumayag naman yung mga ininvite ko na taga-South.

Beforehand, alam ko naman na medyo masakit at talaga namang nakakapagod ang paintball but still, di naman ulit ako magkakaroon ng opportunity to rally some friends para maglaro ng paintball with me kaya nag-go na ako.

On the day of the game, umaga palang eh active na kami. 8am kasi ung game namin, up until 12nn. Naisipan ko na maaga para less mainit at para din may enough time pa makauwi yung mga galing South.

Overall impression sa game at sa experience namin: nakakapagod. Masaya naman siya, really. Pero for me, since beginners palang kami, mas okay sana kung equal grounds yung playing field. Appreciate ko yung nasa gubat talaga kami para mas maraming lugar para magtago pero mobility-wise, pick a position, try not to get shot, and try to eliminate enemies lang talaga. Sobrang hirap mapa-uphill or downhill kasi maliban sa aalalahanin mo na matatamaan ka ng bala, iisipin mo pa kung madudulas ka ba or hindi.

It's a good experience overall pero kung uulitin ko man, baka dun nalang siguro sa may pintura na semento na parang sa mga basketball court nalang. At least, mabilis tumakbo, magslide, at talaga namang kayang mag-capture the flag. Kahit pa ba grabe ang hingal ko after the first two rounds. Di ko maalala when ako naging ganun ka-exhausted to the point na feeling ko mahihimatay ako. Di ko alam, ang bilis ng heartbeat ko, nauuhaw ako at pawisan. Di ko lang talaga naramdaman nung naglalaro kami gawa ng adrenaline rush. Ganun pala yun no? Tapos maiipon nalang hanggang sa babagsak na once naka-settle ka na. Umulan pa nga nung last round namin pero buti at tumigil din agad.

After nun, kami ay kumain na sa Mang Inasal sa Masinag. Naubos na yung mga conversation namin sa coffee shop habang hinihintay si Evan kaya nung kainan na, focus kami lumamon sa pagod at gutom. Dahil food coma pagkatapos, lutang na ang karamihan at inaantok na. Saglit lang yung naging celebration namin pero sulit na rin.

Nagextend lang ako ng stay to hangout with Evan. Supposedly kasama kasi siya sa laro namin kaso nagkaroon siya ng fracture during a basketball game daw kaya di siya nakasali. Instead, humabol nalang siya sa kainan then naghangout kami sa Coco after. Nothing special, kamustahan. Lalo na't aalis siya papuntang Norway kasama ang family niya for a vacation.

Si Laira naman, on the other hand, naka-dalawang bridal shower na. First is with her close friends sa school and second is yung sa school mismo para makahalubilo yung ibang mga teachers din. Ako, meron dapat isa pa with my teammates at work kaso I decided na i-postpone nalang seeing na andami pa naming kailangan asikasuhin at talagang wala ng mailalabas na pera pa.

Gusto ko na ba matapos ang wedding para makahinga na sa gastusin? Sort of. Pero feeling ko, ayokong matapos ang wedding day namin dahil it's going to be my and Laira's very special day.

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[dibuworld]

Aaj na mujhe bohat chapad chapd karne ka maan ho raha h toh tum logo ko batati hu ki pichle 5 din mai kitna Kalesh kiya hai maine.

Sabse pehle toh mai pichle 15 din se lagatar daaru pi rahi hu, roz, kyuki fir ek baar mai dil tudwa ke aagyi hu.

Ab ek baar hum pub se wapis aa rahe the, train station se nikal kar, pata nahi kaha se, ek pick up truck me kuch log hum par paintball shoot krne lag gaye. Toh fir kya, pure sheher m unke piche bhaag kr hataya/ladai kri. DHUT NASHE MEIN. Aur fir dusre pub mein jaakr live music suna.

Kal dinner ke sath vodka maar li fir pure ghar me udham macha di ki mere laptop ka charger nahi mil raha.

AND I MADE FAKE BLOOD. Also ate a lot of it, rn im convincing everyone on set to have some of it because it’s so tasty (it’s corn syrup, im not Dahmer)

[notlikingbestgirl]

Overactive imagination

[writefinch]

Dear Dairy, Pt.1 (cn: noncon, Mm, kidnap, emphasis on *forced* feminization, induced lactation, milking, bondage, drugging, induction of gender dysphoria in a cis guy, things of that nature)

7th July 2018

Cold day today. I dusted off my scarves for the first time this year. Not literally, they'd been vacuum sealed and packed away when the weather turned in October. I threw out the red and yellow knit scarf, something I should have done last year, as it's far too Harry Potter. I was going to pick out the UMIST scarf but that felt a touch dull for the first scarf of the year. In the end I picked out the green silk paisley, which I felt provided a contrast with the pink shirt. I wore them with the second-hand grey Armani that I've yet to have tailored; I haven't yet decided if it's worth the trouble. I'm leaning towards yes, as I received two compliments today, one from Jason's database administrator, a charming and flirtatious--to say nothing of attractive--lady from Perth. We've talked about the possibility of meeting up for drinks at some point, and I'm increasingly inclined to take her up on the offer.

Experiment C2 is adjusting to his newfound freedom since his release last week. It was sad to see him go, and I'll cherish the time we spent together, our first night especially when he violently objected to the idea of servicing me. Oh, how he kicked and fought, clawing at his neck chain, scratching me, biting, swinging wildly. He bloodied my nose rather viciously and left me in no mood for sex that night, to the extent that I almost let him go entirely.

Of course, his demeanor changed altogether after I bagged him. A clear plastic bag over his head, taped around his neck, watching him gasp and writhe for air that isn't there, screaming his silly little head off until he's sure that he's taken his final breath, then tearing a tiny hole over his nostrils. I let him suck in four generous lungfuls of air before I bagged him the second time, and I went through seven bags before allowing him a rest. After that he became such an agreeable and solicitous cocksleeve you'd have thought he was raised in a merchant marine!

Still, he was unsuitable both physiologically and psychologically for the experimental interventions, and I only have so much space in the cellar, so I had to let him go. Some of my social acquaintances are keeping a close eye on him. He's been told that running his mouth will lead to nothing but the cold grave, and I believe he's a bright enough lad to take that to heart.

I'm beginning the search for his replacement tomorrow.

20th July 2018

I've found him! I've found him I've found him, he is everything I've been looking for, he is perfect, it is as if God placed that boy on earth for no other purpose than my need for him. I can barely contain my excitement.

He is an itinerant surf bum, twenty years of age, single, underemployed, estranged from his family. He has flowing blond hair, a few wisps under his chin that can barely be called a beard, deep brown eyes, and a lithe, rangy figure that seems to be slowly growing into the top-heavy carrot-shaped build of a classic surfer. He's been living in town since May, surfing most days, doing temp jobs, lodging in the spare bedroom of a friend of mine.

What a perfect physique! His body is accustomed to being dashed over rocks and whipped by surf, what fun I will have finding and surpassing his tolerances for pain! Oh, to restrict and ration out air to a boy who has trained himself to hold his breath underwater since he was a young teenager, to see those taut muscles stretched over a rack, I cannot wait, I can't wait.

I won't speak or write his name. I now take every action with the foregone conclusion that he is mine, and that he is already Experiment C3. In my mind, he is already in my cellar.

My friend has kindly allowed him to get behind on his rent, and C3 apparently plans to move to Sydney in ten day's time, driving out across the country in his decade-old Ford Ka, surfboard strapped to the roof. When he disappears a few days before that, people will assume he left to avoid paying his rent.

They won't be wrong, in a sense. C3 won't be worrying about rent for a long, long time...

26th July, 2018

It hasn't been an easy choice, and it is in fact a decision I've been struggling with for some time now, but I've decided to let my hair go grey. I'm almost forty for heaven's sake, and I noticed my first grey a year before the financial crisis. Ever since then I've been religious in my application of dye and toner, carefully concealing each and every one of the pale little buggers that pops up, but it's gone from something I'd do after a haircut to something I'm doing twice a week. I won't rush it, I'm going to ease off the dye over the course of the next year or so, but by next July I'll be au naturelle salt and pepper.

Work remains dull but tolerable. I know I'm blessed to be able to do most of my duties from home given my hobbies, but there's a certain sense of removal from everything, as if it's not really a job at all and I'm back at university doing a coursework-intensive compulsory module. On the other hand, I do enjoy going to the office in a way that I did not when I was going there five days a week!

Experiment C3 is screaming his head off again, I think. It's very faint, and I've turned off the air conditioning in the sitting room so I can hear it coming up from below. I suppose I can't blame the boy, given the circumstances. He hasn't seen me since the drugs wore off, and he's in the same configuration I first kept C2 in: his feet are in snowboard boots and locked into clips in the floor, his neck is in a steel collar connected to an eyebolt on the floor by a one-metre chain, his wrists are cuffed and pulled up towards the ceiling by another chain, he has noise-cancelling headphones strapped over his ears blaring white noise, and he's wearing a blindfold snug enough to prevent him from even blinking underneath it.

He's been there for seven hours now, since three in the morning. He can neither stand nor sit nor lie down, he cannot turn around, he cannot see--though it is pitch black in the cellar even if he wasn't blindfolded--he cannot hear his own voice, and I very much doubt he has any idea how he got there.

As I said, I haven't been down to see him properly yet, so I'm monitoring him at a distance via CCTV and also his pulse and blood oxygen readings. I'm keeping him watered through an IV drip and I'm not at all worried about feeding him just yet, though I'm sure he'll be getting hungry given that I emptied out the contents of his guts with an enema while he was still unconscious. I want him properly good and woozy from sleep deprivation before I introduce myself, either forty-eight hours or until his vitals get a tad skiffy, whichever is shorter. By my word, I am not an impatient man!

Of course, given the close monitoring required, I'll only be getting a few more hours sleep than he will. I suspect I'm getting the better half of the deal. Ah, the poor thing just wet himself. He needn't worry, it's all going into the bucket between his feet, and it'll go to good use later.

I've calmed myself down since his capture, for practical reasons as much as anything else, but I am still abuzz with energy. I am already looking forward to writing my next entry!

28th July 2018

I introduced myself to C3 today.

He spent an impressively long time in the stress position before he was unable to push his legs and instead dangled from his wrists, almost twelve hours, at which point I let the wrist rope go slack and allowed him to collapse. To prevent him from sleeping I intermittently blasted him with high pressure cold water whenever his pulse dropped below 100, for about a further four hours until I decided he'd had enough rest and strung his wrists back up.

He lasted five hours that time, so I let his wrists down again and stood sentry with a paintball gun, giving him a good and proper three-round burst whenever he stopped whimpering. Up again, barely an hour, down again, where I pinned him to the floor with wiring from an electric fence, set to deliver low-intensity zaps across his arms and chest whenever it seemed as if sleep was a possibility. He only got a few shocks, I think the first few put him in such a state of alarm that he didn't dare relax enough to be given another.

I strung him up a few more times, sometimes combining the motivators--his quivering thighs made a delightful target for paintballs as he tried to hold them in a crouching squat--until we reached the forty-ninth hour. I then played my recorded introduction tape through his headphones. It was identical to the one I'd played for C1 and C2, which was itself similar to the one recorded for B4 through B9.

Of course, as the deaf and blindfolded boy was crouch-squatting in place hearing my voice tell him that his old life was forfeit, that he was livestock now, that he would be used as a sex slave, that disobedience would only lead to misery, and the details of the hormone treatments he would be on, I was standing in front of him, masturbating.

My timing was impeccable. Just as the last lines of the recording said "if you're wondering when you'll meet me, I'm right in front of you," I came all over his whorish face. I'm afraid I'm no Peter North, I've no more than four spurts and the first one is always rather watery, but I nailed him right between the lips with one burst and smeared the rest over his face with the tip of my cock. He froze up rather delightfully during the whole ordeal, barely flinching as I cleaned off the tip in his hair.

I took the microphone and spoke directly into his headphones. I told him he'd been in his predicament for two days so far, that he was to obey my simple instructions, and that if he did he would be allowed food and allowed to rest. I told him that I would not require him to speak at any point during these instructions, and that if he so much as whispered I'd keep him strung up without food for another two days. He nodded in agreement, which earned him a hard slap, as I'd not asked him to nod or shake his head. I told him then to nod if he understood, which he did.

I freed one of his arms at a time, telling them to keep them in place and move them only as and when I told him to move them. He obeyed--a far quicker learner than C1--and I put him into the straitjacket. I unlatched his boots one at a time, putting him in ankle cuffs with a short length of heavy chain between them. I injected him in the buttocks with his first dose of anti-androgens, a painkiller, and his hormonal cocktail, and I removed the IV from his arm.

At that point I led him to his cage, a 2x3 metre cell, 1.5 metres high. I removed his blindfold, though it did him little good as it was pitch black in the entire room--I'd switched off the lights and was working via a set of light amplification goggles--and pushed him onto the wipe-clean bedroll.

"Lie still like a good little boy until the lights turn on, and then you can help yourself to some food," I said to him. He made a sound as if to respond, then silenced himself, lying still in his bonds.

The lights were on a timer, and they came on harsh and bright when I was upstairs, watching him through the CCTV on my desktop with a fresh pot of coffee. Three of the walls of his cage were walled off with a tarp, allowing him to see about a fifth of the basement through the remaining wall. Inside his cage was his bedroll, a doggie bowl full of oatmeal and bananas, a small plastic trough filled with fresh water, and a litter tray.

I considered staying up and watching him, seeing the fear grow in his eyes, his first attempt at eating cold food without the use of his hands, the humiliation of pissing in a litter tray, but I was exhausted. As soon as I've finished writing this entry, I'm going to take a well-deserved nap.

4th October 2018

The truffle salt from Coles is a waste of time. Don't misunderstand me, it's useable, it's palatable, and it has the necessary truffle aroma. "Has" is the key word there, it's got the half-life of Fermium and after a week in the cupboard it's now just table salt with black specks in it. I think I'm going to invest in some decent truffle oil at Christmas.

C3 is coming along marvelously. The combination of injections and a high-fat, high-calorie, vitamin-rich diet have had a visible impact on his physique. His skin has softened even further from a clear and healthy surfer's complexion to almost peachlike smoothness and he now has visible jiggle on his thighs, stomach and buttocks. Most importantly, he's now the not-at-all-proud owner of a set of A-cup breasts, complete with sensitive, pebble-sized nipples.

His breasts are extremely sensitive. He's told me as much directly, but I've confirmed it through experimental means. A few light stripes under the nipples with the cane used to bring a wince to his face when he first came under my care, now it brings him to his knees, and the mere sight of the thing leads him to cry and whine rather prettily.

He did have some issues with portion control, in that he wasn’t eating the full servings of food I had prepared for him. This was unreasonable and short-sighted on his part: while plain, I have not asked him to eat anything that I wouldn't willingly eat myself, and while I am not a professional cook I am certainly a talented amateur.

The solution was a simple one: if even a smear of food remains in his dish, I do not feed him for the next two to four days. I only had to enforce this rule twice, and he's finished every meal I've put in front of him for the past two months.

He's gone without sleeping for the last forty-eight hours, he's gone without speaking for the last three weeks, and I've added a low dose of LSD to his drinking water. Tonight he should be somewhat tractable for the induction of a hypnotic state. I am not trying to control his behaviour--there's nothing I want him to do that I couldn't compel him to do through more reliable means--but for an in-depth interview. In concert with a lie detector and a regulated dose of barbiturates, I am going to make him bare his soul to me.

There are a few specifics I'm interested in, such as confirming my assessment of his sexuality and gender identity, and it never hurts to shore up my security by inquiring of any planned means of escape or rescue, but in great part I am doing this for morale effect: I want him to have no respite from me, even inside his own mind. He will learn that he has no more control of his thinking than he does of his eating, sleeping or exercising.

Speaking of which, I had to leave him in an armbinder for a few nights when he insisted on doing press-ups in his cell. The additional restraints distressed him greatly, and he's seemed afraid to even move lest I restrain him further. That was back in August, and I have since acquired an elliptical trainer which I allow him to use daily, good behaviour permitting.

I will write again tomorrow with details of tonight's interview, and I only hope it's more productive than C2's interview was.

5th October 2018

Well, that was elucidating.

I left C3 unrestrained for the interview. It was his first time free of shackles and cuffs outside of his cage since he'd arrived, as I wanted him to be relatively comfortable and I was confident that his drug cocktail would prevent any serious escape attempts.

He is not a natural hypnotic subject and I was only successful in inducing a semi-trance state. I don't think he achieved a trance, but I think he believed he was in a trance, and for my purposes that was more than sufficient. He talked for hours and provided an unabridged history of his life so far. His parents, his brothers, his schooling, his love of surfing and camping, his romantic attachments and rejections, his childhood friends and bullies, his fear of dogs, his earliest memories, his deepest shames, enough to fill a short memoir.

The interview lasted for ten hours, with breaks every two hours to allow him to pee (as I'd also allowed him to drink lime cordial from a cup while he spoke) and to adjust his dose of drugs and deepen his trance state. He cried frequently and easily. He bears a great amount of shame and guilt for someone so young and so relatively innocent--raised by Catholics, naturally--and spent half of the fifth hour in uncontrollable hysterics. I let him rest his head in my lap and stroked his hair as he cried, and he clung on to me like a man drowning. Once he ran out of tears he had a bout of cathartic laughter, and after that a calm passed over him, and he remained in a state of detached, cooperative calm until I ended the interview.

Of course, most of this was filler and background information for the parts that truly interested me: his sexuality and gender identity. Both were perfect. His sexuality is less important but still delightful. He is entirely heterosexual and repulsed by men. He still has nightmares about the one time I have molested him so far, when I coated his face with cum shortly after his chapter. You wouldn't believe how hard I got as he told me that!

He sometimes masturbates in his cage, which he tells me is mostly from boredom than any sexual desire, and he fantasizes about sex with women. He has little interest in sadomasochism, no interest whatsoever about taking a submissive role, and aside from a weak interest in pegging he is plain vanilla. He has fantasies about sex in public, fucking multiple women, being woken up by receiving oral sex, and seducing older women.

His gender identity is much the same: male, through and through. He has insecurities about being slight and physically unimposing--related to bullying in school--and about being insufficiently masculine. He takes pride in the callouses in his hands and the scars on his body from surfing, and wishes that the thin, pale stubble on his face was thicker.

It's of little surprise then that he finds the changes from the hormones to be a cruel and unwanted imposition. His breast growth makes him feel powerless and disgusted with himself, he can feel his muscles weakening, the tenderness in his breasts is terrifying and degrading, and even the topic of penile and testicular shrinkage made him choke up and sob. He says that even when I allow him to sleep, his mind feels clouded and he finds it increasingly difficult to identify the particulars of his emotional state, which swings and changes in ways he is not used to.

Again, I must reiterate how promising this is. My experiments concern the induction of sexual neuroses and physical development on non-consenting subjects. C1 was unsuitable because he--well, she, more likely--was a little too keen to embrace the role I had planned for her.

C3 is sleeping now. I haven't actually left our impromptu "therapy room" and he's drifted off with his head in my lap. He needs the rest. I have big plans for him, after all.

24th October, 2018

I took a trip to the cinema today. Specifically the single-screen cinema in the back of the adult bookshop. C2 is turning tricks for the manager. I don't think it's his first career choice but for some reason he's been unable to get a job anywhere else in town. He tried being an independent streetwalker for a while, which didn't work out well for him as he was quickly picked up by the local police and treated rather roughly. Almost as if they were keeping an eye on him!

The manager of the adult bookshop got in touch with him, I believe he was waiting for him outside the local lockup in fact, and informed him of a safe, reliable means of plying his trade. Now he sucks cock in the back room cinema along with a handful of other whores in exchange for a roof over his head and ten percent of the ticket sales.

He was apparently given a second tour of the police cells for not handing his tips over to the manager in a timely and honest manner, so his left eye was still swollen shut when I saw him today. His garb was delightful: pastel pink yoga leggings with the Adidas stripes down the sides, and a duck egg blue midriff-cut t-shirt with "BOY" on the chest, with a female gender symbol in place of the O.

I sat down next to him in the otherwise empty cinema and flashed him my ticket, which had set me back $84--worth every penny--and he flashed me a charming smile. There was no glimmer of recognition in his eyes, like all of my experiments and side projects he'd never seen me without a mask. He put his hand on my thigh and told me his name, which I've already forgotten. The feature began, a rather energetic video from the noughties with Kelly Wells, Hillary Scott and Layla Riviera, prompting C2 to get on his knees in front of me. He gagged a little when he unzipped my jeans, not because I was unwashed but because I'd applied a generous quantity of deodorant and aftershave so that he would not recognise me via scent.

I enjoyed a slow, leisurely blowjob for the next hour, where he displayed all the basic techniques I'd so painstakingly taught him as well as a few new ones he'd picked up more recently. There's something to be said about consuming porn this way, not just the oral service but also watching the film from the beginning, without skipping forward to my favorite parts or switching between videos, letting myself slowly build towards my climax at the same pace as the on-screen action. I came just before the money shot, pulling out to cum all over C2's face as Kelly Wells guzzled piss on the big screen, and let C2 lick and suck my balls until the credits rolled.

Before he or I got up, I took out $20, waved it in front of his eyes, and then used the notes to wipe cum up from his face. He flinched at the roughness, scowled, told me to cut it out, and put his hand on my leg as if to push away from me. I said three words.

"Punishment position three."

It was as if I'd reached inside him and squeezed. He let out a pitiful squeak, straightened up on his knees, pushed out his chest, put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and let his tongue hang out. I stuffed the cum-soaked banknotes between his mouth.

"Be good, C2," I told him as I stood up. He didn't move a muscle as I walked out of the cinema, and as the door closed behind me, I heard a single muffled sob. It was an enjoyable experience and I certainly needed it after the last few days because C3 has really been a handful.

It began on the weekend when the first signs of lactation appeared. C3 has been getting increasingly upset with the changes to his body, his widening hips, his weight gain, his shrinking musculature, his shrinking genitalia, and his C-cup breasts. The breasts are especially upsetting, he complains that they ache constantly and are tender to the slightest touch. In any case, when the first droplets of milk dribbled out of his nipples something snapped.

Through tears, he told me that he refuses to eat, that he cannot live with the things I am doing to him, and that I should either let him go or kill him. Obviously this is unacceptable. I told him I was not treating his request with any seriousness, and that if he did not eat his meal, he would go without for the next several days. He nodded forlornly, but still refused the food.

I strapped his hands into leather mitts to prevent him from improvising methods of self-harm, and continued as normal. For the next three days, he refused to respond to commands or obey orders, remaining silent and going limp. He wailed in pain when I caned his soles and slapped his tits, but he continued to wallow in self-pity.

He was ravenously hungry by Wednesday, but when I gave him the opportunity to eat, he would not. I left the bowl of food in his cage overnight, and in the morning it remained untouched. He had not thrown it out or despoiled it, he had simply ignored it in an admirable, if misplaced, display of willpower. I gave him one final warning that there would be serious consequences if he did not eat now. He refused, so I applied the consequences.

I fitted him into a padded restraining board, on his back, his arms, legs, chest, stomach, forehead, chin, wrists and ankles held in place by canvas straps. He could not move an inch, not that he was trying particularly hard. A hollow dildo gag with a breathing hole went into his mouth, principally to prevent him from trying to bite off his own tongue. I catheterized him and inserted a hollow plug into his backside, not overly gently in either case, much to his consternation.

Then, intubation. I fed a heavily-lubricated silicone hose into his left nostril. He thrashed and twitched, as is expected when such a procedure is performed without the aid of benzodiazepines. Undeterred, I asked him to start swallowing, lest the tube end up in his lungs. He did as much gagging as swallowing, but after a few eventful minutes I felt the tell-tale glide of it being pulled down his esophagus and into his stomach.

Once the tube was taped in place under his nose, I attached the free end to a pump until it drew fluid out from within him. A few drops of this fluid onto pH paper revealed it to be stomach acid, which hopefully meant that the hose was not in his lungs. I then attached the hose to the feeding machine, and explained to C3 exactly how it would work.

He would have his meals and water combined into a slurry, kept at a cool four degrees celsius, and injected into his feeding tube. The pressure inside the hose would make breathing difficult or impossible while the food was being pumped, and the volume of his meals--around a litre and a half of slurry--meant that each feeding would be spread out in thirty second bursts, delivered semi-randomly over the course of an hour.

As I told him this, I undid my belt and began to masturbate. Despite the obvious temptations, I had not molested C3 in an overtly sexual manner since that first facial at the beginning of his captivity. By combining molestation with removal of autonomy, I wished to impress upon him the importance of obeying me with whatever autonomy I allow him to have.

I pressed the button on the feeding machine as I approached my climax. C3 squealed and gurgled like a drowning cat from the sensation of ice-cold sludge pumping through a tube in his sinuses and down into his throat, choking as the diameter of the tube expanded enough to cut off his breathing. He thrashed in his restraints with such force that he almost moved the gurney beneath him!

Seeing tears stream from his eyes was too much, and his eyes were precisely where I aimed. I landed a good few ropes on each eye, which he scrunched shut in disgust. When the tube stopped pumping I pried open his eyelids with my fingers and made sure a good quantity of my burning, stinging cum got in each eye, then smeared the rest across his face. He tried to blink it out, with little success, and before he could do much else I applied the padded blindfold. He hates and fears the eye-shutting pressure from the neoprene padding at the best of times, and wasn't overjoyed to wear it with his eyes gunked up with sperm.

He's been like that for the last three days, unable to move, speak or see, fed three meals a day through his nose. The only interaction he's had is when I've unrestrained his individual limbs and allowed them some movement, one at a time, to prevent bedsores and deep vein thrombosis, and when I come down to grope his sensitive tits. He is only able to relieve himself through the catheter and through enemas.

After a few days of stick, he's almost ready for the carrot. Tonight I am making pork carnitas with soft tacos, which he has told me is his favourite meal. I have also purchased one of the Harry Dresden books, which he told me he is an avid reader of. When dinner is ready, I will make him an offer: he will ask me for normal food and apologize for forcing me to use the feeding tube. In return he will be allowed out of his restraints and returned to his comfortable cage, along with his favourite meal and a good book, which he will be allowed to read during his spare time as long as he behaves himself.

I hope he accepts, for his sake and mine.

16 November 2018

C3 had his first true milking today! I've been teasing dribbles of milk from his nipples with my fingers for weeks, but today the volume was so high that I had to deploy a handheld breast pump. He whimpered for the duration but was obviously relieved by the reduction in pressure. It was as if he found the whole ordeal rather humiliating.

The milk is rich, a touch gamey, and less sweet than expected. I don't think the taste will be anything to write home about while his stress levels are so high, and I think that will be the case for some time. I've taken half for myself, and I'm mixing the other half into his food.

He's been docile since the force feeding. The intensity and inevitability of the punishment is part of it, but the rewards are equally important. My deal is that he can ask for anything once. Obviously I laugh at certain requests--he's not getting a phone or a two-way radio--and some things require compromise, but otherwise I have been accommodating. His cell now contains a lamp he can turn on or off, two dozen books and graphic novels, an old mp3 player, and a box of wet wipes. His relief from the constant boredom of being confined in a cage for twenty hours a day is palpable, and he has chosen the comfort that obedience brings over the misery that stems from disobedience.

He has asked if he'll ever be free from this basement and I truthfully said yes. One day he'll be walking around outside free of physical restraints and he will sleep at night in a bed he can truly call his own, though I'm unsure if he'll ever truly be free of me. He takes comfort in the fact that he has not yet seen my face or anything that might identify me, as he reasons that I am therefore not incentivized to bury him in a shallow grave to protect myself. His conclusion is correct but his premise is wrong; he'll know who I am eventually and I still won't fear him.

I'm currently milking him once per day regardless of his feelings on the matter, and I think this has hidden from him the fact that he now needs to be milked. Without his daily milkings the pain in his breasts would become unbearable, and soon he will develop mastitis if he's not milked. This will form another important part of his development: begging for things that are distasteful but necessary. With the exception of the wet wipes, there is nothing inherently humiliating in the things he's asking for. I believe he'll find begging to be milked intensely humiliating, and more humiliating still because of the tolls I'll extract from him when he goes down that road.

A brief note on his physical changes: his breasts are bigger but they remain C-cups for the time being. There are now a striking set of stretch marks on the sides and undersides of his breasts, along with some smaller, subtler ones on his thighs and buttocks which have also thickened up nicely. At some point I'm going to give him a regular schedule of retention enemas until he gets stretch marks on his belly befitting a pregnant little broodslut. His skin is delightfully soft and I'm shaving his face daily until the home electrolysis kit arrives. The combination of hormones, daily exercise bike sessions, and a lack of any upper body resistance training has changed his physique from a surfer's build to a more bottom heavy one.

As soon as I have finished writing this entry I am going to give him two gifts. The first gift is an ear piercing. It will be home to a yellow plastic tag, a miniature version of a cattle tag. The second gift is his name. He's not C3 anymore, and he's certainly not whatever stupid name he called himself before I acquired him. He has lovely tits and he's a milk cow, so his name will be Cowtits.

Cowtits. I think it suits him.

[heartslogos]

newfragile yellows [1104]

"I think we're all in agreement. We will not be celebrating Ellana’s birthday in an escape room. The only way that’ll be viable is if Ellana was the one charged with scaring the living daylights out of the rest of us and some of us have pre-existing heart conditions.” Max pauses to look around the gathered group of middle-aged eclectics he’s gathered in the fourth floor break room. “And by some of us I mean myself. And possibly Edric. I don’t know, he refuses to see a doctor about it.”

“I’m really worried about him,” Kaaras says, turning towards Josephine. “Can’t you force him to see a doctor? As some kind of…work requisite? Sometimes I’m tempted to try and carry him when his breathing gets bad but I don’t want to offend him.”

“Focus,” Dorian claps his hands under Kaaras’ nose causing the larger man to startle, almost tipping back on his chair. Krem and Dorian quickly steady him as Kaaras puts a hand to his chest.

“Maybe you need to see a doctor for a developing heart condition,” Aclassi says, rubbing Kaaras’ shoulder. “Hypertension much?”

“Focus,” Dorian repeats, softer and lightly rapping his fingertips on the table between them. “Before we get side tracked. Ellana’s birthday. What are we doing?”

“It’s also Mahanon’s birthday,” Josephine points out.

“The best gift we could give Mahanon is a great party for Ellana,” Max says. “The man would rather skin himself alive than be the center of attention. Let him disappear like a dream or ill-advised one night stand.”

“No escape rooms,” Krem repeats, bringing them back to topic, “Grim would cry. And half of the people we know are punch-happy. One wrong move and we got ourselves a lawsuit because someone pulled a knife on some hapless employee in bad make up doing their job.”

“We could design an escape room,” Kaaras says.

“HR complaint because some hapless employee in excellent make up got knifed,” Max says. “Next idea. I’m cross escape room off of the list. We might like to table this for someone less trigger happy.”

The group has to pause as they try and think of someone this could work for.

“Malika,” Kaaras suggests.

“They’re turning that kid into a walking arsenal, and her hand to hand combat is no joke,” Aclassi replies. “And by they I mean the Chargers and Valos-kas. I think she knocked out one of Grim’s fillings once. We were going to take her out to celebrate but it was as school night.”

“Food crawl,” Dorian says. “Like a pub crawl, but just different eateries. We’ll just pull a list of restaurants and hidden gems and plot a course. I wish we could do a pub crawl but Ellana would get bored of that by pub two and chances are we’d somehow stumble upon something delightfully illicit. And then we’d have to take care of it while tipsy. I don’t want her to have to work on her special day.”

“Let’s keep that as option two for now. Organizing that many people moving to multiple locations will be a trial, I’m sure,” Josephine points out. “We’d have to organize who has time off, who goes with who, and figure out how many people can go to which places at once. It there anything else on the list we can do? Something that requires less movement? Is maybe a bit easier to organize in one place?”

“Paintball. But I have a feeling this may go in the way of escape rooms,” Max says, reading down the list. “Also, it’s too similar to what we all do for work. I don’t know if she’ll be able to have fun doing what amounts to, essentially, a field work exercise. We can put that as option three.”

“I still say we go with the first suggestion,” Kaaras says. “Ellana would love to have a big picnic with everyone. We all bring something and we decorate and maybe we put up an outdoor projector. Simple but nice.”

“She would like that, she’s such a sentimental sap,” Dorian sighs. “But where would we do that? Surely not her house. That’s not a gift.”

“The Iron Bull could distract her while we decorate. And then take her out later when we clean up.”

“You know Ellana. She’ll be cleaning as she goes. We want to give her a gift, not a hostess job.” Max rubs his knuckles against his lip. “Could we borrow one of the green areas? Do we have a nice one in the residential areas with shade?”

“It would take some managing.” Josephine pulls out her phone and starts messaging some people. “We can use some tents. Some plastic tables and chairs. The tricky part would be getting the food there. The only green area I can think of that would be good for what we’re planning isn’t close to any parking spaces. We’d have to drive up and drop off. It’s all walkways.”

“It’s the new one towards the back, to the north of Skyhold right?” Dorian hums. “It have good cover in the afternoon. If we set it up right we could go all day. I think it will be fine. We can borrow some transport dollies from one of the nearby buildings. It’s close enough Skyhold’s basement storage, yes? We’ll load up one of the cargo trucks and have it drive by. We could get a sort of conveyor system going so we don’t have people running up and down the slope.”

“Clever. We do need a list of people who would be interested in helping so we can estimate how much food we need and get a handle on that. I do not want to have to get fifteen pizza’s delivered to Skyhold on short notice because everyone planned on bringing drinks and napkins,” Max says. “Also we have to figure out how to keep this a secret from Ellana otherwise she’d end up planning the entire thing herself.”

“Easy. I’ll have the chief come up with something. He could just start acting weird and Ellana will go nuts trying to figure out why he’s changed fabric softener brands or something.”

[taijitu-game]

More ninjago hcs please my children are starving and crops dying-

Random thought: Garmadon- after the whole March of The Oni thing- has a few new Oni followers he teaches since their old leader is most likely sent to the departed realm after the tornado of creation. It’s kinda like him having his own ninja crew! And he prolly went back to his old monastery grounds he built before Wu made that tea shop and sold it off. Rebuilt it but now it’s closed away from the world- oh my god he’s like Mewtwo oH MY GOD-

-Oni got very VERY short hair, they are soft to touch- but pure Oni’s are actually very cold compared to Garm, who’s prolly a lil warmer than they are because of his human side, but still relatively cold compared to Humans

-Zane prolly carries flavor bottles on him just in case someone wants a slushie he can make with his powers.

-Nya could absolutely Blood Bend like Katara let’s be real here- Sounds like somethingGarm would want her to learn while Wu is against it for obvious reasons

-Morro could probably harness a lot of elements despite being a wind master. Fire And Lightning? Take a science class or something, agitate those tiny molecules or whatever very fast and make ka-booms. Water? Round up those clouds and mash em all together get some water from the air- He probably could even suffocate someone if he REMOVED the air around someone- like stop the circulation of it in someone. It’s morbid but like let’s be reAL HERE morro could KILL a bitch if he knew how to. Thank god Wu doesn’t send his kids to school JNHUYGHVF

(I’m not making much sense but in my mind it do shsh)

-Lloyd’s energy could be used to grow plants or advance anything! He’s a walking energizer bunny guys

-Garmadon doesn’t know how to summon his elemental dragon yet, but if he did he’d prolly have the 2nd best control over it. The only reason he wouldn’t have the best control is cuz he has a somewhat short fuse, and the dragons of course reflect their owners feelings so it would get pretty destructive-

-Speaking of, Garm is a quick learner! Takes him only a handful of tries before he gets it!

-Zane can fuck u up in a paintball tournament

-ALSO LET’S BRING ZANE’S BOW BACK??? THAT WAS LIKE THE COOLEST THING?? HE CAN CONTROL THE EXACT STRENGTH AND ANGLE TO SHOOT- HE’S LIKE THOSE GAMES THAT GETS AN ARROW TO TELL WHERE IT LANDS PLS-

~Mod Cryptid

[gamerscreation]

5 mga tip at trick na tutulong sa iyo sa ROBLOX

Ang ROBLOX ay isang bukas na sandbox game at sa huli, ang bawat tagabuo ay tumutukoy sa kanilang sariling "panalong" karanasan. walang screen na "tagumpay", ngunit may mga tiyak (at kung minsan simple!) Mga pag-aari na maaari mong gawin upang mapalawak ang iyong karanasan sa ROBLOX. siyasatin ang listahang ito ng 5 mga paraan upang "manalo" sa ROBLOX.

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Madali itong ang pinakamahalagang mahalagang piraso ng rekomendasyon na aalok namin sa iyo. Ang gusali ay ang core ng pakikilahok sa ROBLOX, at samakatuwid ay mas maraming pagbuo mo, mas mataas ang nakukuha mo rito. Huwag magtayo ng mga laro o lugar na sa palagay mo ay nais lamang alamin ng iba. Buuin ang anumang nagsasangkot sa isip, gaano man kabaliw o kakaiba ang konseptong iyon. Iyon ang isa sa mga pinakasimpleng bahagi ng ROBLOX – hindi ka limitado ng aming platform; limitado ka lamang sa dami ng kasanayang binuo mo sa paggamit nito. Huwag matakot ng iba pang mga nilikha. payagan silang magbigay inspirasyon sa halip.

Napakalaking detalyadong mga lugar ay hindi dapat takutin ka, dapat ka nilang bigyan ng inspirasyon

Ang gusali ay hindi lamang nalalapat sa mga virtual na lugar din. Bumuo ng mga modelo at hikayatin ang iba pang mga gumagamit na gamitin ang mga ito sa kanilang mga laro. Bumuo at muling mag-ayos ng mga item sa damit. Bumuo ng mga malikhaing ad na biswal na kumakatawan sa core ng iyong paglikha. Kung handa ka nang gawin ang ilan o lahat ng mga bagay na iyon, bubuo mo rin ang iyong reputasyon, na hindi masasaktan. nakikipag-chat sa epektong iyon ...

Maging isang buhay na buhay na miyembro ng pamayanan ng ROBLOX.

Ang mga forum ng ROBLOX ay isang mahusay na lugar upang makipag-ugnay sa iba pang mga tagabuo

Mayroong libu-libong mga pangkat na may magkakaibang interes sa ROBLOX, at ang pagsali ay kasing dali ng paghahanap ng isa kung saan ibinabahagi mo ang isang karaniwang interes. sasali ka sa isang gaggle para sa anumang bilang ng mga kadahilanan, at bubuo pa ang iyong pangkat na nakatuon sa iyong mga interes. iyon ang magiging anumang bagay mula sa pagbuo, sa paglalaro, sa Pokemon, sa mga fan club.

Ang ilan sa pinakamahalagang hindi kapani-paniwala na mga lugar at laro na itinayo sa ROBLOX ay ang mga resulta ng pakikipagtulungan. Huwag matakot na mailagay ang iyong sarili doon – makipagkaibigan sa iba pang mga gumagamit at makipag-usap sa maximum na halaga na magugustuhan mo. Ang mga forum ng ROBLOX ay isang matapat na lugar upang magsimula – kung mayroon kang anumang mga katanungan sa pagbuo o anumang nauugnay sa ROBLOX, i-post ang mga ito sa loob ng forum upang pukawin ang palayok at magsimula ang mga pag-uusap. Magulat ka kung gaano kabilis ang pagdalaw sa iyo ng ibang mga gumagamit ng mahalagang feedback.

Ang ilang mga gumagamit ay lumikha ng kanilang sariling mga site ng fan ng ROBLOX, na karagdagan na maaaring mabuhay salamat sa paglabas doon ng iyong pangalan. Piliin ang iyong paboritong facet ng ROBLOX at bumuo ng isang internet site sa paligid ng paksang iyon. Gamitin ang aming mga forum upang makakuha ng trapiko. Patuloy na maghanap ng mga paraan upang makipag-ugnay sa mga pag-uusap.

Gamitin nang Tama ang Iyong Armas Sa Mga Diskarte

Ang isa sa mga pangunahing kadahilanang tumatagal ang mga manlalaro para sa isang mas maikling oras ay ang kanilang hindi sapat na paggamit ng mga sandata. Maraming sandata na ibinigay para sa iyong suporta. Ngunit hindi lahat ay nakaligtas. madalas ito sapagkat hindi sila gumagamit ng mga kaugaliang paraan sa palakasan. mayroong pakikipaglaban sa tabak, Gunfighting, rocket Arena, at marami pang iba. Mayroong ilang mga partikular na pamamaraan upang labanan ang mga ito. halimbawa,

Sa pakikipaglaban sa espada, patuloy na plano na mapanatili ang iyong tabak sa loob ng kalaban hangga't magagawa mo. Ang pag-aampon ng isang espesyal na tabak ay magdadala sa iyo sa kalangitan kung mabilis kang nag-click.

Upang maglakad sa buwan, pag-isiping mabuti hanggang sa huli pindutin ang W A S o D.

Sa Rocket Arena, gamitin ang jet boots sa paglaon upang mangibabaw ang mga kaaway gamit ang mga rocket. Pindutin ang rocket button sa iyong mga key upang lumipat nang hindi nahuhulog.

Maraming mga sandata ang pumutok mula sa iyong ulo o katawan na nag-iingat kapag nagpapaputok ng kalapit na mga sulok. Ilang mga baril, gayunman, ay nagpaputok mula sa dulo ng bariles.

Maaaring gusto mong eksperimento sa lahat bago bumuo ng mga diskarte.

Bumuo ng isang kasanayan.

Maraming mga paraan upang tuklasin sa ROBLOX, at samakatuwid ang pakikipagsapalaran upang hanapin ang iyong nitso ay hindi palaging madali. Ngunit sa sandaling matuklasan mo ito - alinman sa scripting ng Lua, paggawa ng modelo, pagbuo ng laro, pag-edit ng video, o paglikha ng mga graphic (upang matawag lamang ang isang pares na pinakamataas sa aming mga ulo) Wala sa pinakamahalagang matagumpay na mga gumagamit ng ROBLOX ang eksaktong alam kung ano ang kanilang ginagawa sa sandaling nagsimula sila. Hanapin kung ano ang mahusay mo, at patuloy na itulak ang iyong sarili na umalis sa iyong marka ng angkop na lugar. Huwag maging komportable, alinman. Gumawa ng mga bagay na itulak ka sa labas ng iyong antas ng ginhawa - huwag matakot na magsagawa ng mga bagong bagay. Humahantong ito sa amin sa aming huli at huling punto.

Palaging mag-eksperimento.

Marami sa mga tagabuo na nanalo sa ROBLOX ay nagawa sa pamamagitan ng pagiging makabago – lumilikha ng mga bagay na hindi pa nakikita. Laging magsumikap na subukan sa isang katumbas, hindi alintana kung anong angkop na lugar ang natuklasan mo ang iyong sarili. Ang iyong pangwakas na layunin ay dapat na hanapin ang mga hangganan ng aming platform, pagkatapos ay maghanap ng mga paraan upang maputol ang mga limitasyong iyon upang gumawa ng bago, iba, at madalas na maganda. Patuloy kaming namangha ng isang bilang ng mga nilikha na binuo kasama ng aming platform, sa lahat ng mga kategorya. Ang isang tagabuo ay halos muling likha ang isang buong hanay ng mga kotseng BMW, sa loob at labas. Ang isa pang tagabuo ay ginamit ang aming pamamaraang raycasting upang makagawa ng mga paintball na lumilipad sa hangin ng makatotohanang. tuwing naririnig o nakikita mo ang mga salitang, "hindi iyon magagawa," hanapin kung paano subukang gawin ito.

Maaari mo ring gamitin ang Auto Clicker para sa ROBLOX. Ang Roblox auto clicker ay walang pagkakaiba mula sa isang awtomatikong clicker. Sa gayon, upang maiwasan ang anumang pagkalito ay dapat magkaroon ng isang transparent na ideya tungkol sa term na 'Roblox'.

Konklusyon

Ang motto ni Roblox ay ang kagalakan ng paggawa at pagsubok na lumikha sa bawat hakbang ay inspirasyon at pinahahalagahan. Ito ay isang bilang ng mga ideya at trick na nagtatrabaho sa pabor ng tonelada ng mga indibidwal upang mabuo ito malaki sa Roblox. Kung nakatagpo ka ng isang kapalit na paraan, hit up kami kasama ang iyong mga ideya upang ibahagi sa planeta.

[proheromidoriyashouto]

Class 3-A doesn't have a Big Three like previous years. Too many sheer powerhouses. Instead they have Top Teams. Groups of students who have decided to work in teams rather than go Pro solo to take up the mantle of their predecessors together, share the load.

Valiant: Izuku, Shouto, Tenya, Tsuyu, Ochako, Momo. An all-around team that prioritizes rescue and damage control over combat, though their skills are definitely not lacking in that regard. They always reassure people with a smile, emphasizing saving hearts as well as lives. They have matching costumes while together and go back to individual costumes once they've split.

This team breaks up formally but re-unites regularly. Izuku and Shouto become the duo Shooting Star and are equal part win and rescue. They pushed their wedding date so far back due to emergencies they forgot about it entirely. They finally have the whole shebang when their oldest child is fifteen and the youngest is five. They tie the knot in the morning and have a Sports Festival watch-party for the reception. Tenya leaves to head up Idaten Agency and strives to be an even greater hero than his brother. Hatsume was hired by Idaten just before he officially became Ingenium II and the two can be heard yelling at one another from across the building, several floors between them at times. Momo, Ochako, and Tsuyu establish a rescue-oriented agency, A Swee(t) Mocha, and become well-known internationally. They revitalize interest in space exploration after a mission to save an astronaut actually took them from the ISS to the moon. Along with Shouto, they sell space-themed mocha products on the cheap. (Ochako insists the work is sourced to her hometown and her parent's company.)

Vava Boom Glitch: Aoyama, Mina, Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari. A team that dazzles on and off the field with flashy entrances and quick, hard-hitting combos. Prioritize combat and villain capture over rescue but will (mostly) switch in a pinch. They had to talk Bakugou down from naming the team KA-FUCKINGBOOM BITCH. Kaminari's sacrifice is remembered for a whey-k.

Revel in the Hollow: Tokoyami, Shouji, Hagakure, Shinsou, Ojiro. An underground recon focused team. Prioritize missing persons investigations, and subterfuge for villain takedowns. Ojiro's overwhelming normalness is weaponized as the unassuming face of the operation with the rest investigating from the shadows. The peace of mind and closure they bring to people who have long lost hope more than makes up for the lack of fame. Smaller but especially dedicated fan-base.

Beating Heartz, Speaking Handz: Kouda, Jirou, Sato, Sero. A logistics and combat support team that prioritizes assisting other heros already in combat or rescue ops though they aren't to be underestimated when seen holding the front themselves. Anima and Sugarman mark their visits to hospitals with unconventional therapy animals and baked goods. Jirou and Sero run a podcast discussing music, art, gaming, and the "legitness" of exotic icecream flavors with stalemates decided by livestreams of paintball matches. They had a devoted following of Little Listeners who determine the "wild rule" of the week and which hero could be a surprise guest on the stream. The most common guests are Izuku and Tsuyu or Kirishima and Hagakure. Bakugou got banned by a 7-year old with a technopathy quirk a few years ago and they just went with it. (His body is always blurred out on the video feed- somehow even though its live- and his voice is reduced to 8-bit noise. He's treated like an urban legend sort of cyberghost by viewers.)

Following years are going to have so much to live up to.

[mononoke-no-ko]

[Trans] Code Geass Gaiden: Lancelot & Guren -Kallen arc- Ep03 (part 1)

Source.

Side: Kallen III

Rescuing his comrades who were going to be executed, that brilliant skill, ingenuity, dauntlessness. People are made to believe. “It’s the real Zero (wave)”.

As a result, those who wanted to join Black Knights were gathering from all over the country

And here too...

-Inside Chinese Federation consulate general. A quasi-dormitory for Black Knights members.-

*noises sfx*

Benio: ...I can understand... I also can’t sleep at all. Finally tomorrow we will run mock battle... Ever since I somehow became a member, I’ve learned the basics of piloting with a simulator.

Benio: I’m fine with just helping to clean and wash laundry... But, just in case... If possible, I want to get on KMF. Because, even just a little, I want to walk near Kallen-san. ... Ever since then.. I’ve yet to see her again. ??: Well then...

Savitri: I’m Kagari Savitri from engineering department, I will be in charge for this mock battle. All bullets that will be used are paintballs. The Stun Tonfa as well as the Slash Harken’s head that will be used are also made from rubbers. However if they’re used to attack vigorously, it’s possible to destroy Burai-level of sturdiness. Even if you died, please take responsibility at your own risk. New Member A: (the heck) New Member B: (she’s just a kid)

Savitri: Begin!! 

Savitri: ---That’s enough. Please replace with the next person. 

(On tablet screen: disqualified x2)

Savitri: Next person. Disqualified. Next. Disqualified. Next. Disqualified. Next. Disqualified.  Kallen: You’re doing good. Savitri: Kallen-san!

Savitri: What are you doing at a boorish place like this? Kallen: Boorish? Savitri: I’m talking about these people. I wonder why they’re volunteering. They have no skill, no knowledge, no education. Yet all of them are saying “only my motivation doesn’t lost to anyone else!” while getting on KMF. So unsightly. Kallen: You’re as sharp-tongued as always. Savitri: I’m only stating the truth... Okay, next.

Benio: Akagi Benio! 16 years old! From Kobe! Only my motivation doesn’t lose to anyone! Thank you! Kallen: Eh... that girl is... Savitri: Another idiot appeared... 

Savitri: Then, please begin. Benio’s opponent: ---!?

Benio’s opponent: E-eh? Kallen: Not bad... she used illusion trick. Savitri: ...it’s beginner’s luck.

Savitri: Please replace the one who lost with the next person, Akagi-san continue the mock battle. Benio: Roger! Savitri: Begin!!

Benio: ...fyuh! Kallen: To the opponents who don’t come out, she attacks them rapidly immediately... It seems she got eyes to calmly analyze her enemy. Savitri: ....pilot change.

Savitri: Regular pilots of Black Knights... anyone is fine, please come out to be Akagi-san’s opponent. BK member A: ...isn’t it a bit cruel for the newbie? BK member B: Well... it’s just to check how it’ll turn out if she’s against someone who has different ability level. BK member C: But, you know... Tamaki: You little shits got scared against a newbie! Pathetic!

Tamaki: Well that’s fine! I’m Zero’s best friend Tamaki the great! I will show you the cruelty of the real world!

Benio: T-that Zero’s...!! Tamaki-san, I’ll be in your care!  Tamaki: Great! Come at me anytime! Savitri: Please begin.

Benio: Whoawhoaa!

BK members: Tamaki-san, you didn’t hold back at all! You call yourself an adult?! Tamaki: Idiots! If you can’t handle that kind of attack in actual battle you’ll get instantly killed! This is my way of showing kindness... oh?

Tamaki: Well let’s continue, eh!? I like your attitude, newbie! 

Benio: Forward...

Benio: forward

Benio: Dad, Mom. Maybe I should’ve died there too at that time. I didn’t any other relatives, and most of my friends were surely at that place too... Savitri: Okay! That’s enough! Both of you stop there! This is just a mock battle okay!?  Tamaki: Even if I stop, that newbie is coming at me!! Do something!!

Savitri: There’s no other choice. I will forcibly terminate the battle.  Kallen: Wait, Savitri. Just for a little more, can you let me watch her battle? Benio: Only I survived. Kallen-san let me live. That’s why I won’t stop. Even if it’s just one step forward... 

Benio: it’s one step closer towards Kallen-san!! TAMAKIII!!! Tamaki: Whaat!? I’m your great senior!!

Tamaki: Gya! That hurts... oi, newbie! Wake up... ooi!

--

Benio: ...uhm?

Kallen: You woke up? Benio: Ka-Kallen-san!! Why are you here!? Eh, eh, where am I!? Kallen: It’s medical room. You fainted during mock battle and were brought here. Benio: Aahh sorry for the inconvenience! Kallen: It’s fine. Also, here.  (on paper: personnel notice)

Benio: “Akagi Benio is assigned to the free-combat-armor corps”.... eh no way! How come...!?  Kallen: Today, your piloting skill was the best. Without any confusion, you piloted with confidence in your ability. Also... thank you for that time at Kobe Port. I was helped greatly. I’m sorry that I couldn’t bring you with me back then. Though I never thought you would be coming straight here.  Benio: Ahh...

Benio: If you say it like that, then me too... Thank you very much for saving me, Kallen-san.  Kallen: ? Benio: At that time during SAZ incident, I was saved by Guren Type-02, it was Kallen-san right? Thank you very much. I always wanted to tell you that. I would be happy if I could repay you even just a little! Kallen: Yes... I was there...

Kallen: Then, welcome back to Black Knight. Let’s do our best. Benio: Yes!

to be continued

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[wolfpaintball]

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[itsactuallyprince]

Ang Paglakbay Patungo sa Rizal

Mayo 10, 2022, ito ang araw ng anibersaryo ng aking tiya at tiyo noong sila ay kinasal. Ipinagdiriwang namin ang anibersaryo sa isang resort sa Tanay, Rizal, ito ay ang Pranjetto Hills Resort. Bukod sa malayo ito, isa rin ito sa mga magagndang resort na aming napuntahan.

Isa pa sa aking tiyak na nagustuhan sa lugar na ito ay, hindi masyadong maingay at tahimik rin doon at hindi rin masyadong mainit dahil nakapaloob ito sa isang gubat. Kahit na nakapaloob ito sa gubat, isa pa rin itong resort na hugis pa burol. Ang mga pahingahang bahay rito sa lugar na ito ay nasa mataas na puwesto, dahil pataas o pa burol ang pagakakagawa nito.

Paano nga ba makakapunta sa Pranjetto Hills Tanay, Rizal?

Ang maaring irekumenda na sasakyan papunta sa Pranjetto Hills Tanay, Rizal ay pribadong sasakyan dahil ang daan papunta sa Tanay, Rizal ay pataas, sapagkat pa bundok ang ruta nito. Kung wala namang pribadong sasakyan, pupuwede namang mag-commute o sumakay ng pampublikong transportasyon tulad ng bus.  

Ang tinatayang na oras ng biyahe mula Dinalupihan, Bataan hanggang Pranjetto Hills Tanay, Rizal ay apat na oras. Gamit ng mga transportasyon na maaring gamitin, makakarating ka sa  Pranjetto Hills Tanay, Rizal sa pamamagitan ng pagdaan patungo sa Layac, Dinalupihan Bataan, pagkatapos ay kumaliwa patungo sa lubao pampanga at direstuhin ito hanggang sa makarating sa San Fernando, Pampanga, mula rito dumaan naman sa isang toll gate patungo sa NLEX (NORTH LUZON EXPRESSWAY) at direstuhin ito bago makarating ng Balintawak. Matapos ay bumaybay sa  Jose Abad Santos Ave/Santa Cruz Bridge 1, at dumiresto sa  E1/R-8 pagkatapos ay lumabas sa  EDSA/Epifanio de los Santos Ave/Pan-Philippine Hwy/AH26/C-4 toward Cubao, hanggang sa makarating dumayo naman sa  Araneta Center/Aurora Blvd./Sta. Mesa at kumaliwa sa Aurora BLVD /R-6. At sa panghuli na ruta ay bahagyang kumanan papunta sa Aurora Blvd/Marikina-Infanta Hwy/Marilaque Hwy/R-6. Mula roon  dirediresto na ito patungong Pranjetto Hills. 

Ano ang mga aktibidad na maari mong gawin sa Pranjetto Hills, Tanay Rizal?

Maari mong kunan ng litrato ang mga magagandang tanawin mula sa loob ng resort katulad lamang ng gubat, mga paliguan, at mga iba pang makakakuha ng atensyon sa iyo na kuhanan ng magandang litrato. 

Subukan ang mga samu’t-saring aktibidad na puwedeng gawin sa loob ng resort tulad ng, archery, paintball, bonfire, basketball, at marami pang iba.

Huwag din kalimutan na subukan maligo sa mga iba’t-ibang paliguan kasama ang mga pamilya, kaibigan, at mga mahal sa buhay.

Mayroon din silang mga kuwarto na puwedeng tulugan, bawat kwarto ay mayroong aircon kung sakaling naiinitan ka.

Ang aking mga realisasyon sa lugar na ito

Ang aking mga realisasyon ay mula sa paglakbay namin sa lugar na ito, aking napansin ang mga iba’t-ibang kultura, pagkakaiba ng mga tao, at kapaligiran. Dahil ibang-iba ito kumpara dito sa aking probinsyang tinitirahan. Tulad lamang ng daan kung paano makakapunta sa Tanay, Rizal, mataas ang mga daan roon kaya naman mahirap maka akyat. Iba rin ang kapaligiran doon, sa umaga pa lamang ay mahangin na at malamig ang simoy ng hangin, sa gabi naman ay ganoon din ngunit mas malamig ang hangin at kinakailangan mong magdala ng panangalang sa lamig.

Ang paglalakbay ay masaya, dahil nakikilala mo ang mga iba’t-ibang kultura ng bawat lugar na iyong pupuntahan. Subali’t sa pagtatapos ng iyong paglalakbay, dito mo rin mapagtatanto ang lahat ng pagod, hirap, ginhawa sa iyong buong paglalakbay. At iisipin na sulit ang buong paglalakbay dahil sa bawat paghpunta mo sa mga lugar, mayroon kang mapupulot na konting aral.

[airgunkart]

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[arse-blathanna]

Elegance - [1/1]

[Ao3]

Fic Summary: Agent South Dakota is really the person least suited to go on a mission at some uptight party. Really, this isn't something that she belongs in at all. Carolina's better suited for the job. They just have to get in, get out, and try not to leave too much of an impression. 

This should be easy.

Rating: M

Relationships: Agent Carolina/Agent South Dakota

Characters: Agent Carolina, Agent South Dakota

Tags: Canon Typical Violence, Project Freelancer Era, Mission Fic

Word Count: 8,580

Author’s Notes: Thank you all for reading! This is my last entry for Femslash February 2018, and I hope you all enjoy it. 

So there were a lot of reasons that South wasn't exactly looking forward to this mission. The fact that she had spent most of the night before in goddamn York's room of all places being put through a crash course on infiltration, emphasis on the crash - had a lot to do with it. The fact that she had to remain in formal wear was also a pretty damn big part of it as well.

The other half of her problem was that she was being sent along on this mission with Carolina of all people. Which left South feeling really inadequate.

[Read it on Ao3]

The two of them were given a room to share while they prepared for what was to come. South had been able to drag out some of her old formal clothes, which apparently her brother had been holding onto for some reason. Not that South really wanted to know why because it was sure to be sickeningly nostalgic.

Carolina, on the other hand, looked gorgeous in a really frustrating effortless way.

South felt much less so. And she felt awkward on top of that, because she was in the process of trying to figure out the best possible way to strap a sawed off shotgun to her thigh. Getting knives into place had been easy, but if it came to a fight she wanted something a little more reliable.

You know, just in case. It was a mission after all.

"South?" Carolina said, her voice deadly serious as always and her face already furrowed down into the expression that she always wore when it was a mission day. Hard-focused and impossible to waver. Carolina. "Please tell me that you're ready."

"Yeah, something like that." South mutters, still very unsatisfied with what she's managed to do. She stands up and walks in front of the mirror that the two of them dragged into the shared hotel room. From where she stands she can see the way that the shotgun sticks out from under her dress. "Who the hell decided that I was a good choice for this sort of shit?"

"You know the answer to that." Carolina responds dryly. She's apparently prepared for a fight as well, but she managed to do it more flawlessly than South could. "I know it's not ideal."

"I just can't help but think there had to be better choices." South says, picking a hand up to at least try and fix her hair. With the dye she can't make herself look perfect for a formal anything. They should have picked someone else. Like Connie, or North, or their goddamn infiltration specialist. Hell, even Wash would have probably been a better choice than she was.

But no, apparently there was some sort of system which was always right. And that was a load of horseshit in itself.

Carolina sighs. She steps up beside South so that she can get a look at herself in the mirror. "It always gives us less than optimal matchups." Carolina holds her head up high, lengthening the line of her neck and beginning to slide some earrings into place. South catches herself staring for a little too long before ripping her gaze away.

"Yeah," South says, with perhaps a little bit more bite to her words than she would have preferred. "I know."

Carolina rolls her eyes, brushing her hair into place. She looks gorgeous. Her hair is perfectly in place, the gown she's wearing fits her perfectly, she looks like she could probably strike someone dead if they just looked at her.

By comparison, South feels gross, and wrong. The fact that she took a shower two hours before doesn't matter. It's still a feeling that she has, one that she doesn't know that she's actually going to be able to shake in time for the mission's actual start. Maybe if she's lucky she'll be able to sink into the background while Carolina draws all of the attention.

That would be absolute best thing for her. She could do stealth. In theory.

"It's going to be fine." Carolina sighs, already seeming more than disinterested.

"You're the one that looks like you actually belong here." South grumbles, reaching down to her leg and doing what she can to adjust how the shotgun lies. She needs to figure out a better solution, and South isn't confident that she'll find one that easy.

Maybe she could just bring in a second or third thigh holster full of knives. That could have worked. At the very least it would have been easier for her to hide.

Actually, just about anything probably would have been easier to hide.

North would have been able to find a way to hide a shotgun. The asshole.

“You’re going to be able to blend in fine.” Carolina replies, and she sounds a little bit annoyed at that point by the way that things are going. "You just need to try and blend in. Worry less."

South grumbled, because that wasn't going to be possible. She didn't really know the first thing about formal situations. The last time that she'd worn anything nearly as nice as it had been her and North's prom- and that had been awful and she hadn't even actually gone really. The night had ended up with them skipping out early to get cheap burgers and soda and play paintball in a field with some friends.

She looked down at the dress and the way that it laid on her body. Resigned to the way that things were going, she removed the shotgun from her leg and tossed it back onto the bed. South walked over to the mattress, since they still had a case of weapons on top of it and she needed to find the best thing to bring in. Carolina had probably already taken the best stuff too.

Carolina walked over to the bed and took a seat, making herself comfortable at the end of it while South searched for anything that she could use and feel comfortable using. "I just can't believe I got signed up for this shit. What was the Director even thinking?"

"He has a system and trusts it." Carolina says, like that will be able to make everything make sense. She still manages to sound bored, parroting the same thing that she’s said a hundred times before.

South knows that she has no idea how the system supposedly works, and she has reason to believe that Carolina probably doesn't either. She talked to York once to try and work out the math for their scoring on the leaderboard but York had just shrugged and said he didn't know either. Everyone else garnered similar results.

"The system is dumb." South groans when she finally finds something that might work for her. An old fashioned Ka-Bar and a Magnum. Definitely not enough to carry her through a full night or to help her if things got really ugly, but it's something. She'd wanted the shotgun more, but since her damn dress wasn't going to permit it, that wasn't going to work.

Carolina shrugged. "I can't say that I really disagree with you about that." She mutters, her eyes flicking away from South for a moment. "I didn't really want to go on this mission that much either. I would have figured that something that's at least halfway about charming people would have been better suited to other people."

South pauses, taking a step back purely out of surprise because that was something that she hadn't been expecting to hear out of Carolina at all. She'd figured that Carolina would just take whatever mission was offered to her and she would be happy about it all the same. Maybe Carolina just saw things as they were- she was better suited to a situation where she was able to run out and kick ass instead of playing intrigue or something.

In a way, it makes he feel a lot better about having been assigned.

She looks down at the Ka-Bar and straps it to her thigh, before doing the same with the handgun that she'd selected. South turns to face Carolina and holds her head up high. "I just want to get this over with." She says. "So can we please go out there and just get this done?"

"You know that we have to be patient." Carolina says, her voice harsh. "Just remember to stay on comms tonight, and keep your shit together."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" South snapped at Carolina. "If you wanted to say that I don't belong here, you could have just said it."

"You're the one that keeps on saying that you don't like the mission." Carolina retaliated, her voice just as harsh as South's had been.

“I don’t.” South muttered, “But that doesn’t mean you should say it.”

Carolina rolled her eyes. “Just get it together, South.”

South gave herself one last look in the mirror and pushed her hair out of her face before beginning to walk towards the door so that she could slip on her heels. It wasn’t enough to make things. feel right, but she could do her job like this.

She just really hoped that she and Carolina wouldn’t end up needing to run.

The banquet itself was exactly what South had been expecting. A lot of her keeping her eyes open for trouble, a lot of pretending to sip champagne because it made her look a little less threatening and helped her blend in, and a lot of just standing around and listening along to boring chatter by boring people.

Carolina seemed to be taking it in stride, blending in with small crowds and laughing along to jokes that were the furthest thing from funny. When she'd get away from the action for a moment, that was when Carolina and South were able to actually communicate. "Target’s speech will be starting in two hours." Carolina said into the communication channel that the two of them were sharing.

"Sure is." South muttered, having managed to slip away herself and off to the side. Carolina was standing over by the punch bowl, keeping her back turned away from anyone. South took a glance at her, and couldn't help but notice just how cleanly the lines of her gown fit her. It definitely seemed to suit Carolina a little bit better than armor,  but that didn't mean that South expected to ever see this sort of thing again.

"Once it starts, we'll do everything according to plans. No equipment or armor will be a problem, but we're both good enough in hand to hand that I'm not worried." Carolina carried on, and South couldn't help but note that it was an uncharacteristic amount of chatter for her. "Just keep an eye open."

"Way ahead of you." South grumbled before she turned her attention away from Carolina entirely. Just out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Carolina was looking at her just the same. Those bright green eyes flicked away too quick though.

With everything said that the two of them had needed to say, South just slipped back into obscurity and did what she could to get a better look at the layout of the building. Sure, she and Carolina were probably going to be able to handle themselves, but getting out of trouble was something else entirely. Something which South intended to be prepared for when it came.

Niner was going to be there, but South still wanted options. Just in case.

Two hours worth of mind numbing boredom ticked by without much excitement. By the time that all of the party guests were settling down for their meal and to hear some lectures, South slipped out of the banquet hall and took temporary refuge in the bathroom. Minutes later, Carolina joined her there, all of the false levity from earlier utterly gone.

"Ready?" South asked, giving herself one last look in the mirror. She really didn't like what she was given to play with that night. Too little equipment, and clothes that she didn't think that she was going to be able to move in all that well should things get loud.

"We should give them time to get started." Carolina said plainly, checking the handgun that she had on her leg for herself. "Once we're sure that they're completely distracted, then we make our move."

"Sounds good." South mumbles. Carolina stopped and moved her hand to her other leg, revealing a thigh as she removed something else from it. South looked over and saw that it was a small radio that she had probably managed to nab off of a guard. Maybe she'd played along in a small crowd and nicked it off of someone that wasn’t paying attention. Maybe someone had left it lying around. Either way, South intended to use this. "Where'd you get that?"

"Doesn't matter." Carolina says, turning it over and popping over the back. "Their comms are scrambled, but-"

South leans over, taking a look at the radio for herself. "There should be a frequency code in there."

"That's what I'm looking for."

South reached over and snatched the radio from Carolina's hands before beginning to dig out the batteries.

This was something that she knew. South turned towards the light so that she could see whether or not she could catch any lettering that had been left on the inside of the battery chamber. She stared it down.

“Try frequency 514.2.” South said, glancing over at Carolina. “It might work.”

Carolina nodded and removed her comm unit from her ear, beginning to tinker with it until she started to get more that she could work with. South watched, already reaching for her own. The two of them weren’t going to be able to swap between channels as effortlessly as they could when they were in armor or helmets, but it was something.

But Carolina's eyes widened and a tiny smile stretched across her expression. "You got it." She said calmly. "Nice work, South."

"Good." South replied, already beginning to tune herself into the channel. "We're going to have to keep the airwaves clear."

"So we won't be like the boys, then." Carolina joked, opening up the little bag that she'd brought with her and removing a small datapad from it. She looked it over and nodded before taking a breath and locking eyes with South. "They're about to start. We move on my mark. Sync?"

"Sync." South parroted, ready for action anyways.

The two of them waited for a moment by the door, and once it was time, Carolina gave the signal. She dipped out of the door first, and South followed not far after. Their seats at the banquet were going to be unoccupied, but because they weren't officially there together it was less for the two of them to worry about.

At least, that was the way that things seemed to look so far.

The two of them made their way through the halls of the building and far from the banquet itself. Carolina took the lead, which South was fine with because someone was going to need to watch their backs anyways. It would suck when the time came to start kicking ass when they barreled through people, but South fully intended on getting in on the action enough so that she wouldn't see a change in her position on the leaderboard because of it.

Together, the two of them found their ways to the stairs and finally the first guard came into view. South watched as she walked by, obviously armed but definitely not prepared for a fight. She was walking in a way that made it obvious she was very bored. Probably on her fifth or sixth circuit of the building that night alone.

More importantly, South knew what this meant- the people there weren't prepared for a raid of any sort. Nobody was likely to actually be prepared for what she and Carolina were going to bring to the table.

The guard saw the two of them and raised an open hand in a universal symbol for 'stop.'

"I'm sorry." She started, her head held up high. "But guests aren't supposed to be back here. You two are going to need to go back to the banquet."

"Sorry." Carolina said, a smirk already beginning to creep onto her expression. "I guess that the two of us must have gotten turned around."

The guard cocked her head to the side. “I don’t know how you would have managed to do that.” She turns and looks back at the hallway that South and Carolina had just come down. “There aren’t really many ways to get up here.”

South shot Carolina a look, and she saw the way that a shit-eating grin began to stretch across her face. “Well, I guess that you’ll have to get us back where we’re going.”

“I guess so-”  The woman said, already beginning to lead the way. Once she was turned around and not looking at them, South made her move. She slipped in behind her so fast that the woman wouldn’t have been able to stop her and pressed a hand over her mouth.

It was just enough to muffle a cry from the woman. South held her tight, and when she felt the woman beginning to sag into unconsciousness, she looked up at Carolina in search of some sort of idea. "So we're going to have to look for a closet now, right?"

"Closets?" Carolina laughed, craning her neck a little bit and shifting so that she could get a good view. "I think there is one near here that we can use."

"Good." South muttered. She did what she could to lift the guard and followed after Carolina until they found a closet. She dumped the woman inside more or less gracelessly, just taking enough care to ensure that there weren't any head injuries getting left behind because of her. "I don't want to have to do this again."

"I figured." Carolina said, keeping watch over the space behind South. "We're going to have to keep better watch than we did before."

"Wasn't much we could do in a stairwell." South grumbled as she closed the door on the guard. She took a few steps away and then began on the way up the stairs again so that they could get to their location. "We should move. How's the time?"

"Don't worry about the time." Carolina grumbled, following after South. “Try to focus.”

South couldn't help but to roll her eyes. "You sound like my brother. 'Set your trackers, don't worry about the time.' Please don't make me listen to it here too."

She reached the top of the stairs and pressed herself in against the wall so that she could peek around the corner. Nobody was there, and so South waved forward.  Within seconds she and Carolina were both up on the second floor and falling into place together.

Carolina fell into place at South's side but soon went ahead and took the lead. South rolled her eyes and followed after her. She didn't want to be stuck thinking about the leaderboard or something, but that's hard when she's there with always-number-one Agent Carolina.

South thought back to the briefing that they'd had before even leaving. The Director didn't seem to have many redeeming qualities beyond ‘marginally less creepy than The Counselor’, but he was able to get them accurate maps at the very least. She glanced back at Carolina, who was already removing the datapad from the bag that she'd brought along.

"Which way?"

"Left and up two flights of stairs. There should be a maintenance elevator around here."

"Elevators, really?" South laughed, craning her neck and looking around. She could have sworn that she could hear someone moving nearby. That wouldn't be any good, but she wasn't exactly opposed to bashing a few more skulls if she needed to. "Please tell me you know."

Carolina waved a hand, and South rolled her eyes before following after her. The two of them walked until they found a door that was marked clearly AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY in bright red text. Carolina tried to knob, and felt it open easily enough before smiling back at South. “I think we found it.”

“Yeah, whatever.” South muttered before making her way in. Carolina followed after her and hit the one button next to the door. It closed behind them and South shook her arms out, hoping that she would be able to relax at least a little bit.

Carolina laced her fingers together behind her back, stretching the line of her body and cracking her neck in the process. “I hope that you’re getting ready for a fight.” She said, calmly and coolly. “Because I figure that once this elevator stops, we’re probably going to be swarmed.”

“You say that like you think we aren’t up for it.” South responded. She didn't like that implication in any universe, but it also wasn't something that she wasn't expecting. The good thing was that they could probably trust that they wouldn't end up in a situation where such heavy armor as they usually wore would be considered necessary.

"I know we are." Carolina laughed, more than just a little bit playful. "But I just wanted to make sure you are paying attention."

"I'm on the board for a reason, C." South grumbled, checking the gun on her thigh. She made a mental note about it, one that she was going to have to keep track of herself because she couldn't just rely on a HUD to do the job for her. They only had so much ammo to play with. "I thought you knew that."

Carolina smiled, just slightly and so small that it was almost lost in the rest of her expression. "I just wanted to make sure you knew."

South smiled a little bit herself, removing the pistol. Twelve rounds. She was going to have to keep track of that to the best of her abilities. She moved towards the back of the elevator. If the door was going to open, she wasn't going to be the one in the front.

Carolina did the same and backed into the space beside her. "You're ready?"

"Always am." South muttered, taking a slow breath so that she could ensure that she was going to be okay moving forward. Calm head, keep track of the things around her. When they were out of armor like this, South and Carolina both knew that friendly fire was much more deadly. South wasn't petty enough to go there intentionally, and she didn't want to catch heat for it going back to the Project.

The door dinged quietly, and that was it. South braced herself and prepared to open fire, while Carolina did the same to her right. Sure enough, there right on the other side of the door and waiting for them was a group of guards, all with silenced guns that were pointing in their direction.

That wasn't going to be too fun for them, but the spare ammo was going to be useful to them. Without armor and equipment they were still Freelancers- South knew they could make do.

"Stop right there!" The man at the door shouted at them, decked out in deep red and halfway armored. The poor bastard hadn't even had the time to finish preparing for a fight. "Put your hands where I can see them!"

South rolled her eyes and put a bullet right between the man's own. He stumbled backwards and the other guards around them began to do the same thing, some opening fire blindly.

Carolina shot out like a bullet, throwing herself into one of the guards and grabbing at their hand to steer their aim over in the direction of one of their other assailants. She forced the guard to put a bullet into the leg of one of the other guards before Carolina brutally slammed an elbow into his face.

The man dropped back onto the ground, knocked out cold.

South sprang into action, throwing herself at one of the guards that was huddling to the back like they were either too afraid to move or were just plain new to the job. She raised an arm and clotheslined the guard who dropped to the ground, unconscious. Behind her she heard two silenced gunshots, and when South looked back, she saw that Carolina was holding someone close to her and they had two bullet holes blooming red from their chest armor.

“Watch your back!” Carolina snarled at her, red hair already falling into her face from the clean bun that she had gone out wearing. Behind her, South watched as a different guard got up and levelled their aim on the back of Carolina’s head.

South moved as quick as she could manage to shoot the guard in the head, managing to catch them in the eye socket just before their corpse dropped to the ground, dead.

Carolina understood what had just happened and swiveled, lashing out in a kick at someone else that was nearby. They dropped to the ground, and if they weren’t already unconscious the hit to the back of the head from Carolina’s toes definitely would have done the trick.

That at least left the area cleared out, and while there was a part of South that was mourning for the hem of her dress which was starting to soak in violent red, she did what she could to ignore it. Priorities were important.

“Come on!” She snarled at Carolina before taking the lead. The two of them knew where they were going, but if there had been a group of guards waiting for them there, then that meant that there was only going to be more to come later on. It was just a matter of getting to where they needed to be.

Carolina fell into step beside her though, expression serious and laser-focused on the task at hand. “We need to get to the offices before it can get any louder.”

“Already too loud for my liking.” South muttered. “Niner’s going to be there for extract, right?”

“She will be.” Carolina said, but it was clear- at least to South, that neither of them had actually heard from the pilot since their arrival. The entire thing just made everything difficult, and while they were doing their best, it wasn’t that simple.

South grimaced a little bit, but since she really didn't want to make things worse she kept her mouth shut. She wanted to have faith, but with next to no contact over the course of the night, that was difficult to get.

The two of them weaved through the halls in search of their target, doing what they could to disarm and incapacitate anyone that they came across in order to keep out of trouble. The mission led them up staircase after staircase until they finally were getting close to the top floor.

That was about when South began to feel nervous. A part of her wished that her brother was there- he was good at talking her down, whether she liked it or not. He would have made her feel better about the fact that suddenly things had started to get quiet.

South slowed to a stop, just before they reached the door that was going to bring her and Carolina up to the main office on the top floor.

"Carolina." South whispered her partner's name. Carolina hesitated and stopped, pressing herself back against the wall just the same way that South had. "I don't like this."

"Yeah." Carolina muttered, but it seemed like she was tense. Maybe she hadn't stopped gritting her teeth just yet. "Neither do I. But we're right there-"

"And we're also not actually sure what's on the other side." South poked at the comm unit that was hooked into her ear. "And I know that you've noticed that the radios are clear of chatter now."

Carolina grimaced and stood up tall, reaching down and tugging her dress out of the way at least slightly. "They've either figured us out, or we've taken out all of their forces."

"I don't like the odds of either." South mumbled, blinking and looking forward to the door again. "The Director might want us to get some files from here, but-"

"But we don't know if it's been compromised?"

"Yeah. That." South answered, balling her hands into fists. "We need a plan."

Carolina cocked her head to the side a little bit, trying to figure out what to do next. "You know, planning isn't exactly something that you do often."

As a jab, it's not something that South can pretend is exactly unexpected.

She grits her teeth and has to try really hard not to lash out at Carolina for that one. Maybe it'll happen when they get out of here with the data that they're looking for intact and they're on the Pelican out.

Maybe not, South thinks. Either way-

She reaches down and tears away a long strip of fabric from around her legs. If they were really that close to the end, then she is going to need to be able to move. South shivers, feeling weirdly exposed all things considered.

Carolina stands up tall, and for a moment South gets the feeling that she's actually being watched, but that feels wrong. But moments later, Carolina is doing the same thing as her, tying the torn fabric around her waist just in case she'll need it.

"You're right." Carolina mumbles, brushing the fringe of her flame red hair away from her face. "We go in. Be careful and try not to open fire until we know what we're dealing with."

"Got it." South confirms. It's easy enough. If they're lucky, the two of them will only need to get involved in hand to hand and their lives are easy.

South isn't counting on that.

"Sync?" She asks, locking her eyes with Carolina's.

"Sync." Carolina echoes back.

Carolina counts from one to three before muttering the 'mark' that is all that's needed for this to start. She rushes the door first, putting herself off to the side and leaving an opening for South to do her thing.

Because one thing that South is already sure of about that door? It's not very solid- probably flimsy as all hell with a bunch of surface dressing.

"Watch it!" South shuts before barreling forward and throwing herself into the door before breaking through it. A few shards of wood scratch against her skin and raise red welts, but South grits her teeth and ignores it, already moving to check her six.

Before she can get a look there are two gunshots, Carolina executing the two guards that had been in there waiting for them. South almost stumbles on her landing, feeling one of her heels snap beneath her feet. That's going to be a problem later, but for now she was going to make things work.

There's a man behind the desk, clearly hiding and trying to keep a low profile. He's armed, that much is obvious. He’s also holding the pistol like he’s never touched it before.

"Drop the gun." Carolina commands, taking a few steps forward and aiming her gun at his head. South isn't sure that Carolina actually has any rounds left, but she isn't going to question it. All that they really need to go for at the moment is the intimidation factor, and Carolina's got that in spades.

The man jerks back, his gun dropping onto the desk with a clatter. "I don't know what you're here for!" He cries, clearly already trying to deflect. South blinks and glances back at Carolina. "Really, I don't!"

"We need some things that you have." South explains, stretching and taking a few steps forward, kicking her way out of her heels along the way because she really doesn't have the time to deal with them. "And it would really be better for you if you played nice and let us have them."

"Who-" The man takes a deep breath. "Who are you? Who hired you? Was it Har-"

"Who hired us doesn't matter to you." Carolina says, holding her head up high and keeping her voice hard. "What matters is that you get us what we want."

"And if I don't?"

South shrugged. "I don't think we should have to spell that out for you?"

The man looks from her to Carolina, then back at her before letting out a resigned sigh. "And you will let me live if I give you them?"

South paused because she didn't really know how that fit the story. Carolina gestured towards the desk, and South took the instruction, taking the few steps forward until she was there at the desk.

There weren't any other weapons there that were obvious. Sure, there was a fountain pen, but that wouldn't have done much damage than a little bit of gouging. Not nearly enough to be effective. Not when she and Carolina both were packing guns and proper knives. It would lose every time.

"I need your hard drive." South announces to the man, leaning over his shoulder and grinning. There's a bit of blood on her face, and her hair has fallen loose from the style that it had been when they'd left. "If you don't mind."

The man just scoots out of the way so that South can do her work. She leans over him and finds his computer, data ports open and ready. South rolls her eyes and looks back at Carolina. "Have the chip?"

Carolina tosses it to her, and South slides it into place before beginning the wait. Immediately a green progress bar appears on the screen, slowly ticking towards 100%.

The man looks between the two of them, clearly confused. "Can I at least know what this is about?"

"We need to know some things." South says, shrugging. "And you're a science officer, so we're getting what we need to know."

"And what do you need to know?"

South can't help but laugh. "That's on a need to know basis."

The man clamps his mouth shut at that, which South is grateful for because it means that she’s going to actually be able to concentrate now. She checks the progress bar constantly, only looking back to Carolina to ensure that the situation is under control. Off in the distance, she can hear an Pelican’s engines and that’s how South knows that this is about done.

The data download finishes with a quiet beep. South yanks the data chip out of the computer as fast as she can before tucking it away and out of sight. Nice and safe. She makes sure to give the guy behind the desk a good knock on the back of the head, just enough to knock him out and make sure that she and Carolina can get a clean extract out of this whole thing.

“We’re good to go.” South says, looking at Carolina.

For some reason, Carolina's gotten quiet for the moment, and if South knew what was going through her head, she probably would have asked. But she also wasn't sure that she really didn't want to know, so South shrugged and walked over to the window, peering out to try and see whether or not their ride is there.

"How far away is she?" South asks Carolina.

"Should be getting here now." Carolina replies with a shrug. "Once she gets here, we should either be going back to the Mother, or-" She paused, lips pursing. "We might have another chance at the hotel room since we aren't technically checked out yet."

South nods. "Bed sounds nice." She can also feel her stomach growl, another reminder of what the two of them had done that day. The focus had been so intently on the mission that being able to get something to eat or rest had taken a serious back seat. It wouldn't have been the first time that she or Carolina had taken a mission that required them to pull 24 hour days- or longer.

All that mattered was that when they got back to the Mother of Invention, they were going to be expected to fall back into line with everything else that was expected of them. It would be straight back to normality and routine- without a word allowed to be said once they got out of debriefing.

"It sure does." Carolina replies. She takes a few steps back from the window and gives South an expectant look. South takes the few steps back herself and watches as Carolina fires three rounds into the window, shattering the glass. "Our ride should be here."

"So we're jumping?" South matches Carolina's eyes, because this isn't exactly nothing that they haven't done before. "Sounds easy enough."

"She'll be there." Carolina confirms, more than confident in 479er than she was in anyone else. She presses her fingers to the comm unit in her ear and nods, backing up again. "You can run, right?"

It's an unpleasant reminder of the fact that her heels are completely busted at that point. South looks down and frowns, she’s already barefoot and there’s broken glass everywhere- about to be more. It wasn't great, but it would have to work. Once they were on the Pelican, her shoe situation could be dealt with anyways.

"Should be able to." South grumbles. "Just say when, Carolina."

"When." Carolina sprinted at the door and launched herself out, disappearing into the background before South followed, just as quick and just as sure of herself.

Hours later, South found herself and Carolina back in the hotel room that they had been in before the mission. There hadn't been much time for them to relax initially, but at least now South was able to sit around with her hair down and in clothes that were actually comfortable to her. A t-shirt and some flannel pants that she'd stolen from her brother a few weeks back were heaven compared to being crammed into a gown all night.

Carolina had dipped out for a shower. South had been sure to call dibs the second that they'd gotten back to the room, because she felt a bit gross after everything. Lucky for her, Carolina hadn't felt much of a need to fight her on it.

The bathroom door open and Carolina stepped out, having slipped into a pair of running shorts and a robin's egg blue tank top.

South looked up from the show that was playing on the TV. It was nothing great- a pretty bad sitcom, in all honesty, but after a long night and months of having no access to television, South had wanted to indulge a bit.

She looked over at Carolina. "You good?"

"I am." Carolina replied before dropping down onto the bed beside South. "Nice work out there tonight."

Already there were a thousand things that South wanted to be able to go ahead and say to that. It had been good work out there, but it had felt like Carolina had carried most of it. Getting the recognition for it was nice though.

"Thanks." South replied, stretching her legs out and placing herself against the headboard at her back. "You did pretty great yourself. Always do."

Carolina nodded and smiled. "I wanted to let you know that you clean up pretty nicely." She cocked her head to the side, more playful than South had ever seen her. "I mean, when you want to."

"You aren't so bad yourself." South laughed quietly. "At least you looked like you belonged there."

"You blended in just fine by my view." Carolina responded with a shrug. "Exceptionally well, really."

"Dyed hair and all?"

"Dyed hair and all."

South smiled and tugged the blanket over herself, just a little bit. It was going to be too warm for that later, probably, but for the moment South didn't care so much. Really, she wanted to be able to take the time and relax, and-

And it seemed like that was something that Carolina needed too. Relaxation looked better on Carolina than that dress had, that was for sure.

South hadn't realized how long it had been since she or any of her teammates had been able to relax at all. Sure, they did their best when they were out on shore leave, but that was usually few and far between. it would be back to the grind by the end of a weekend and all of the fun would be quickly forgotten.

Well, all of the fun that hadn't been had when half of them were already blackout drunk would be.

Carolina reached for the bag that she had brought on the mission with  the two of them, but South reached out to stop her. "Hey," South said, making her voice as commanding as she could. "Mission's done. Relax."

"It isn't done until our debriefing is over and you know it."

"Which is in the morning." South took a breath. “It wouldn’t kill you to let yourself rest. We’ve got time.”

For just a moment, South can’t help but wonder if whether or not the suggestion is too much. It definitely feels a little bit like she’s crossing some lines, mostly because Carolina is her commanding officer at the end of the day.

“South-” Carolina sighs out her name. “You do realize that there is always more that needs to be done.”

“And we have an entire night, and a Pelican ride ahead of us to do that.” South grumbles, because that is the honest truth, really. “We have a lot of time.”

Carolina hesitates, but she does actually pull her hands back towards her. It’s definitely a concession, but South will take it. “I just don’t know what you want for me to do.”

“Relax.” South picked up the TV remote to Carolina. “We might be able to catch a Grifball game or something. Just… no more work tonight. Please. For both of our sakes.”

"I don't know what you're expecting." Carolina reached out and took the remote, leaning back into the bed a little bit more awkwardly than really suited her. "Seeing as this is just another mission."

South looks over at Carolina, and for just a single moment, she lets herself channel her brother. "It doesn't have to be."

"That's inappropriate, South. You and I both knew what we were going to be doing tonight. Trying to make it more-"

"I didn't say that I was." South bit back, furrowing her brow and feeling some sort of weird thing down in her chest at that. It feels like Carolina might have been reading in things that weren't there. Uptight, work-crazy Carolina reading into-

Well, that was something that South didn't even know she wanted to think about.

But at the end of the day, she knows the way that these things go.

She knows how this will end.

Carolina sighs heavily and shakes her head, her still damp hair flopping down into her face gracelessly. "I just want this all to be over with."

"It will be." South mumbled, letting her hands drop down to her sides. She feels the brush of her shoulder against Carolina's, warm and comforting and at her side, the same way she’d been in battle. "Just try and breathe for the rest of the night."

Slowly but surely, Carolina does begin to relax down at South's side. She flicks through channel after channel until she found an old romantic comedy. South wouldn't have picked her for the type. It isn't as though she really minds it all that much, either way.

As the movie plays, both of the two of them slowly drifted closer. A blanket got pulled over the two of them since they were going to be stuck sharing the one bed anyways. South was comfortable, and Carolina seemed like she was as well.

"This is nice." Carolina mumbled in her ear. "I never really would have thought about it this way though."

"What's that mean?" South picks her head back up and locks their eyes. "Because-"

"Just... doing this." Carolina replied calmly. "With you. Sitting around and watching bad movies."

"Too bad we don't have junk food." South muttered. Real popcorn sounded like it would have been absolute heaven to indulge in for a night. Or at least candy- god, what she would have done for candy.

Carolina's quiet.

"We can get room service."

God, if room service doesn't sound like the single most amazing thing that they could have possibly done. It wasn't as though the banquet they had infiltrated didn't have food, but the two of them had been given a lot of time to build up an appetite. Not that the food that they had at that dumb party would have been enough to actually satisfy anyways.

South lets out a noise that is high and embarrassing and definitely not suited to a Freelancer before rolling off the bed and stalking over to the phone. She rifles around with the things that are on the little desk until she finds the menu. South gives it a quick look over before shrugging and tossing it over to Carolina.

"Lady's choice."

"You're a lady too." Carolina joked, smiling and so much more lighthearted than South had ever really seen from her. "But if you insist. Oh, there's not a lot here that's healthy-"

"Yeah, sure-" South walked back over the the bed and flopped down onto it, landing about halfway on Carolina in the process. "But I could kill for a real burger after so much time on that dumb ship. I mean... don't you miss real food?"

"Real meat does sound pretty amazing."

"Exactly." South mumbled. She thought for a moment. "Two burgers and fries?"

"That sounds great." Carolina sighs before passing the menu back over to South. The two of them both know that whatever they end up ordering is probably going to end up on an expense report, but that doesn't matter so much. What matters is that they're going to have a chance to really relax and eat a real meal before they end up back on a diet consisting wholly of whatever passes as food on the Mother of Invention.

"Sure does."  South smiles and leans in against Carolina. The minute amount of distance between them is pretty amazing, something that South definitely intends to go ahead and really relish in while the two of them have the chance to do so.

Carolina smiles. "This has been really nice, South."

"What, the success?"

"You." Carolina replies, and she looks South directly in the eye, her own eyes that too violent shade of green that she has. "I don't think that I have ever seen you so nice."

"Yeah, well." South goes quiet for a moment, going back to some of the things that she had done when she was younger. "I'm still related to my brother. I'm secretly nice, and he's secretly mean."

"That's really it?"

"Well, yeah." South shrugs. "And I tend to like spending the time around with other ladies anyways. Besides,"

"Besides what?"

"I don't think that I've ever seen you act so nice either." South shrugs, blinking and looking away from Carolina for the moment. "For the record, I like you like this better than I like you as the boss."

"I don't like the boss either." Carolina said quietly. She folded her hands together in her lap, like she was almost afraid to touch for the moment. "I think that people tend to forget who I really am."

That makes some sort of feeling well up in South's chest because she knows that Carolina isn't the only one with that feeling for a fact. That's something that won't go away either, and South doesn't even care. People see her and they see someone that's pretty cutthroat. Clearly that's something Carolina can relate too.

South shrugs. "If this is the real you, I think I like you."

“I shouldn’t have to tell you that’s appropriate to say to a commanding officer.” Carolina said, but she sounded rather distinctly bitter about saying it. The slight frown quirking the corners of her lips made that all too clear.

“And?” South rolled her eyes a little bit, turning so that she and Carolina were really sitting face to face. “That doesn’t bother me.”

“It should.”

South cocked her head to the side. “My problems with authority are well on record. Besides-” South steals a glance at Carolina’s lips, curious. They look slightly chapped, but not unattractive for a second. “Everyone in our unit is in Freelancer because of problems with authority.”

Carolina smiles at that, letting out a barking laugh. “I wish that I could tell you that you were wrong.” But she grinned, challenging South all too obviously. “But I got to Freelancer by-”

“Following the rules?” South finished for her. Carolina gave her a look in response that only confirmed it. “I figured. But I also figure that you could probably benefit from breaking the rules for once yourself.” With that, South offered a challenge of her own, one that she didn’t know that she thought Carolina would take.

But for a second, she could have sworn that she saw Carolina's own eyes flicker down. South grinned, because there wasn't really anything else that she would have wanted for that moment. It reminded her of other times that night, moments where Carolina's eyes had seemed to linger on her for a little too long. South was equally guilty, but that wasn't what mattered.

"Still wildly inappropriate to say to a commanding officer, South."

"You know that technically, you and I are off the clock?"

"I do." Carolina sighed, glancing over to the door and sitting up. Her hair had fallen loose, and South wants to run her fingers through it. It looks soft, not like hers. "You seem bent on breaking the rules tonight, South. Should I prepare to put in a report?"

"Nah." South leaned in, dangerously close. "I think that you should just enjoy the fun. Worry a little less."

Carolina lunges forward, pressing their lips together, and South grins into the kiss. Carolina is soft and warm, and South takes the chance to get her hand up into her hair like she'd been thinking about. It's silky, perfectly groomed. She feels Carolina tilt her head into her hand, just slightly, and it's so pleasant.

This is something that South would be happy to keep in the back of her mind until the end of her life. The truth is she's been thinking about this for a while, and Carolina-

Well, if this is how she's going to get her to loosen up, then South is beyond fine with that possibility.

The two of them stay like that, pressed together but both somehow a bit nervous about going any further than they already have. It doesn't matter, because when their meals for the night arrive they're both happy to pull away.

Once that was done with, the two of them allowed themselves to sink into bed together for the rest of the night.

Not that they did much in the way of sleeping.