#mechs rp

[originalarchivist]

With permission from both Nastya and Aurora I have decided to enact a new protocol in my archives.

If anyone tries to access 51395-A without booking an appointment they will be hung drawn quartered and then thrown into the incinerator where you will be forced to regenerate in agony until someone takes enough pity on you to pull you out.

Sincerely

-Ivy

[oneeyed-jacks]

You don’t win but you get the amount you spent as you and the dealer both drew. Everyone seems happy on the table having broken even or winning something.

As for your drink the person is still hanging around waiting for your reply after they told you the price.

Bouncer down! Someone get me the medkit and a tight little nurses outfit

[scientist-cognizi]

Raphaella, drop whatever you're doing, it's not important. I need you to tell me or show me what's in section 51395-A of Ivy's archives, immediately.

Huh?? That section? The one she’s somewhat fierce about? Hm-

[caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate]

now you're in our universe, I may start doing this:

mother?

No what no why would that mean what the fuck

[captain-dville]

*For the prospective battleground, Jonny had chosen one of the rooms closest to the armoury. It had a somewhat padded floor and enough space to run and fight, and he'd cleared out most of the debris and miscellaneous objects and ejected it into space - nothing important, just the regular clutter that tended to accumulate on a starship with nine people, none of whom were particularly fastidious about keeping the place neat and tidy.*

*He hadn't bothered touching the crates stacked in the corner. They were too heavy to move, and besides, would provide an interesting obstacle to bash his other self's head in against.*

*Now, sitting on one of said crates, he takes his time wrapping his knuckles. He'd opted to just ditch the outer layers of clothing and roll the sleeves of his shirt up to the elbows, giving himself plenty of freedom of movement, and the faint buzz of whiskey has settled comfortably into relaxed anticipation. His favourite six-barrelled revolver is resting by his side. He doesn't know whether his other self will prefer to fight with firearms or hand to hand first, but he's laid out a selection of weapons for both options on the floor.*

( @caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate @gizm0roleplayz Just leaving this here before I crash, since I'll be in the office tomorrow and likely won't have time to respond. If you'd prefer to use your own starter that's cool too, in which case this is simply incredibly rambly ~flavour~ :) )

[lyfedda]

God's forgive me...

[nas-does-engineer]

:(

[laertesthelocalstranger]

hey, if you have a moment, you're that lyf on here's friend, right? you've told me to intervene a time or two when you thought they were doing stupid idiot shit. anyway, any tips on dealing with unexpected interdimensional travel when there wasn't a portal or anything? id ask them, but i dont want them to worry too much, and last time they helped they ended up getting a tail for their trouble. wouldn't ask anyone at all, except. well, this most recent travel between dimensions went a bit screwy?

-- @doctorbarontsct

[There is no response.]

[caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate]

Yes

Next time jonny shits on tim jr accuse him of being sexist solely because I think that’d be really funny

“She’s a fuckin’ cat what d’ I care what gender she ‘s??!”

It was funny

[immortalarsonist]

Seeing your a crime boss what’s some of the stupidest stuff your underlines have said that they assumed to be helpful?

Mostly just killed off people I wasn’t done with, it’s only happened a couple times.

Sometimes they’ve gotten rid of contraband cause they were about to get caught with it, that pissed me off.

Nowadays I just do stuff myself or have the crew help, it’s a lot easier when you’ve got someone competent.

[oneeyed-jacks]

can’t catch me cheating if i’m eating the cards

Ya will be payin’ for those, ‘nd banned.

[visceralfractal]

Carmilla knocked on the door to the flat where Pamela resided. She smiled softly when the woman opened the door. Exactly who she wanted to see. "Hello, Pamela. Doctor Carmilla, we spoke a short while ago," she said and offered her hand. "I'm afraid we must move fast. If my crew sees me, they won't hesitate to try and harm me. Do make haste, my dear."

{ @allthesemechanismsbutnocoping }

They've had a bag packed for a while. Just in case.

They take her hand and hurry out the door, looking back for only the briefest possible moment at the home of all her riotous roommates.

Mechanisms. They're called the Mechanisms. And she will very soon be one.

"Let's go."

[captain-dville]

*He waves a hand, turning to leave.*

"I don't need any of your books right now, I'll save that to cash in when I get really bored. I'm going to go get drunk. Have fun... doing your brain shit."

With permission from both Nastya and Aurora I have decided to enact a new protocol in my archives.

If anyone tries to access 51395-A without booking an appointment they will be hung drawn quartered and then thrown into the incinerator where you will be forced to regenerate in agony until someone takes enough pity on you to pull you out.

Sincerely

-Ivy

[master-at-arms]

tim what does your hair taste like. may I please try your hair. please violent space god

No, we are NOT doing this again. It tastes like hair. And soap. You may not eat my hair.

[caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate]

What if I just eat the book what happens then

Ya still got it?

Not gonna lie I thought ya were dead by now

[captain-dville]

*It isn't hard to locate the Toy... Human? Soldier, in the end. Just follow the screaming. Jonny tracks it back to the closet, the sounds of panic and fear and distress barely muffled by the closed door. Fucking hell. His hand hesitates over his revolver, but he leaves it and instead knocks sharply on the wood, gritting his teeth and bracing himself to deal with whatever is waiting inside*

"Toy, I'm coming in there," *he calls out as his hand drops to the doorknob. That's all the warning he gives before he pulls it open.*

@just-a-jolly-wooden-lad