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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 14, 2011 13:52:08 GMT -5
Earth, Month 2, Week 1, Day 7. Semi-private.
The hardest part, really, was finding a blue silk ribbon of sufficient width. Rigging up an electronic lockpick took about half an hour and Long Haul's help in finding a few parts she didn't have in her junk bin. She supposed she could have made some work-arounds, but that would have made the lockpick larger and more likely to break.
She saunters through crew quarters, her usual distinctive clatter gone. She pauses in front of Guzzle's door, checks her chronometer and what she knows of the watch-schedule, shrugs, then sets the lockpick on the lock.
Five seconds, it chimes, and the door slides open. Pee-Dee palms the lockpick and peeks around the doorframe into the room.
OOC: Mention of Long Haul with player permission.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Aug 14, 2011 15:18:54 GMT -5
Farlane was frozen in the middle of polishing himself.
He stares at Pee-Dee for a beat, waiting for Prowl to materialize and explain why the locked door was open. When that didn’t happen, he tilts his head to check that Guzzle was indeed still sleeping on his bunk.
… He then casually continues polishing himself, turning a winning smile on the Junkion as he purrs, “Heey,“accompanied with some properly showy flexing of his armor. ”Surprise room inspection today?”
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 14, 2011 15:31:50 GMT -5
"Oh wow," Pee-Dee breathes. "You're gorgeous."
The Junkion's optics flicker, then she steps into the room. There's a piece of blue ribbon in one hand, and she twirls it idly as she talks. "It's fun to have fun, but you have to know how."1
A glance at Guzzle, and she sings softly, "Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along. / As a gift, they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow / Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show."2
1. "The Cat in the Hat" 2. "The Scotsman's Song"
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Aug 16, 2011 14:56:00 GMT -5
“Oh honey, you’re bein’ much too kind,” Farlane smiles coyly, even as he shamelessly stretches out and showily displays all the freshly polished surfaces. He sets the cloth down after that, listening to Pee-Dee explain her rather sudden appearance.
“Oooh, givin’ hot stuff there a new look, huh?” he chuckles before turning to peer at Guzzle’s prone form a bit more thoughtfully, tapping a dainty finger on his chin. “Well, not that he wasn’t handsome before, but really, there ain’t much that a pretty ribbon won’t improve.”
“I ain’t gonna say anythin’ a’ course,” the pink car winks. “He’ll probably think it was me anyways.” Farlane says this like it’s something to be proud of, of course.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 16, 2011 19:05:26 GMT -5
Pee-Dee just sort of sighs as Farlane stretches like that. Oh my goodness.
She saunters over to Guzzle's defragging body and bends over to 'whisper' in his audial. "Give a girl some credit. I've been doing this for a while."1
Blaming Farlane is only fun for the first half hour! After that, credit where credit is due.
She straightens then deftly ties the ribbon in a floofy bow up high on Guzzle's barrel. She gives Farlane a quick glance to see if the pink car is just as pleased as she is.
1. NCIS
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Aug 18, 2011 20:51:29 GMT -5
Farlane gives Pee-Dee a very quiet squee of approval! Walking gun platform has a ribbon on his barrel now! Too much cute! He resists the urge to fuss. Guzzle does not need to be awoken by his fussings juuuust yet.
“Aww, he looks so angelic now,” he laughs quietly. It’s a good thing Guzzle was such a heavy sleeper, otherwise they’d definitely be in trouble by now! “I’d never a’ thought he’d get much more adorable, but girl you have proved me wroooong.”
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 19, 2011 20:16:41 GMT -5
"Make it work, designers."1 Pee-Dee gives Farlane a thumbs-up.
She steps away from Guzzle, wondering if she should leave just yet or...? No, this is totally time to push her luck. "So... All dolled up and nowhere to go.2 What's a boy like you doing in a place like this?"
1. Project Runway 2. Priscilla, Queen of the Desert[/size]
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Aug 21, 2011 14:21:09 GMT -5
“Well, I was gonna go to the sim get my aft kicked by some holograms,” Farlane snorts, tucking his polishing cloth into subspace and standing up off his berth. He gives Pee-Dee a hopefully charming smile, adding, “‘Course, now that you’re here, I’m thinkin’, y’know, maybe a couple a’ drinks in the lounge sound better, huh?”
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 21, 2011 20:35:46 GMT -5
"I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no occasion."1 Pee-Dee offers her arm to Farlane, her optics a little pink around the edges. Apparently it was quite a charming smile.
1. Don Quixote
New thread or just relocate in this one?[/i]
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Aug 23, 2011 14:57:31 GMT -5
Farlane grins, delicately taking Pee-Dee’s arm. “I think this is an occasion,” he declares with a snicker as he glances over at the now be-bowed Guzzle, still soundly asleep. “Or at least, it’s gonna be one when the pretty darling wakes up. Think he’s throw a fit?”
OOC: Relocate in this thread should be fine?
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 25, 2011 19:29:21 GMT -5
"He better, he better, he bet!"1
Pee-Dee saunters down the halls with Farlane on her arm. When they reach the lounge with the dispenser, she sweeps open the door with a wave of her hand2 and gestures grandly for Farlane to enter.
1. "You Better You Bet", The Who
2. Automatic doors are awesome that way.
Thread is now open.[/i]
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Aug 28, 2011 16:22:17 GMT -5
My, such a gentlewoman!
Farlane gives Pee-Dee a proper little curtsy before stepping into the lounge and going to fetch the drinks, smiling over his shoulder with a, “Pick a spot darlin’.” And then they can have a count-down to Guzzle’s inevitable ribbony presence! Which should be in a short while if Farlane remembered his roommate’s schedule correctly.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 30, 2011 19:58:32 GMT -5
Pee-Dee picks the spot with the most comfortable view of the door, then wanders around to steal the most comfortable chairs. Assuming no one is currently using them.
"So how you doin'?" she directs at Farlane, once she's set up their spot to her designs. "I thiiiiink we met briefly on Pz-zazz?"1
1. Farlane arrived Day Two, Pee-Dee had to leave sometime shortly after Day Six so they may have run into each other. Or maybe not! It's a decent-sized ship.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Sept 2, 2011 21:42:50 GMT -5
“Oh, just bein’ a busy mech and gettin’ my aft into gear, a’ course. Trainin’ with handsome Mr. Maggy, blowin’ up the shootin’ sims. The like,” Farlane sighs; just talking about it was so exhausting! He gently sets the cubes down on the table and takes his own seat next to Pee-Dee. “And you?”
“Oh, yes, your’s is a very hard face to forget,” the pink mech purrs happily tapping one finger thoughtfully against his lips with a slight frown. “I don’t believe we’ve had any kinda formal introductions though, goodness! Name’s Farlane a’ course.”
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Post by Pee-Dee on Sept 8, 2011 20:17:40 GMT -5
"Mr. Magoo?" Pee-Dee asks curiously. That's a name she doesn't recognize, though she probably ought. When Farlane asks what she's been up to, she tells him much the same thing she told Nightbeat.Pee-Dee smirks at Farlane over the top of her cube. "Pee-Dee, officer of same, late of Junk, and now of Autobot name!" She frowns. "Except not, that just rhymed."
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