Issue #62 - Video

[mistconduct]

[In the mess hall is Chris, who's somehow procured a gigantic poster board stretching a good twelve feet across.

On the board is pinned a photo of everyone on the Barge. Marker in hand, Chris begins going through the photos one by one - every time he gets to someone he knows is changed, he scribbles a black goatee on their face. Yes, even the women. Especially the women.

He pauses when he hits Tig Traeger.

And then takes out a small bottle of White-Out and begins to carefully erase his goatee]






[OOC: A thousand thank-yous to Fire for the amazing art!]

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[Chris visibly shudders, giving a yelp when it starts to hurt. He pushes her arm away, backing up]

Don't touch me.

[crossingyouout]

Or what? [Her expression has gone from teasing to ice-queen threatening, now.]

[mistconduct]

Or I'll kick your ass, Needy! God, can't a guy get some personal space on this fucking boat?

[crossingyouout]

I'd like to see you try. [Her eyes don't change but for a few seconds she growls at him, and it's a noise you wouldn't expect a human to be able to make.] You're even more pathetic than the other you. And I thought he was lame enough.

[And then she walks over to the board herself and then using her fingernails purposefully scratches a mustache onto the picture of Needy.]

[mistconduct]

[Oh shit, the fuck is happening. Chris is just. Nope. Out of here. He glares as she starts playing with his board]

Why don't you fuck off and go eat a muffin or something? Your blood sugar's way low.

[crossingyouout]

I'm feeling fine, right now. Which is probably good for you. Because if I wanted a snack...

[She makes a point of sniffing the air, animal-like, and then giving him a sharp and mean, smug look.]

I wouldn't settle just for carbs.

[mistconduct]

I swear, Needy, I will kick you in the ovaries. I'm not afraid of defending myself from girls.

[crossingyouout]

Kick me, I'll kick you back. Or do something worse. Because this girl sure isn't scared of you.

[She growls again, even as this time she smiles, all teeth. And her eyes shift to their demonic yellow, staring at him for a beat. Before she turns all dramatic and starts to flounce off, gait striding, hair bouncing.]

[mistconduct]

...The fuck just happened.