re_alignment | [Video]

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[ Oh look! It's the lady in the suit. She sounds pissed. ]

Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? Something heavy fell on my head in the medbay storage room, knocked me the hell out and I don't know how fucking long I've even been passed out under a pile of boxes.

The hell is even going on here?!

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Well not badly...

I'm at the Solus temple. In the storage closet. I have some board games in here and maybe if you bring some snacks we can have a I'm-not-going-to-deal-with-giant-bugs party together?

All right. I'll come find you. [Snacks. He could do that. On that note, though.]

When was the last time you ate? [Nag!]

Karrie. It'll be all right. You'll be safe, I promise.

Thanks, Drift. You're so good to me.

[ OOPS UH... ]

Uh. Ahaha... probably before I got knocked the hell out, and- yeahhhh...

Okay, if you say so, I trust you.

No more than you deserve.

Vandal. [He looks stern--or tries to.] Eat something.

[Go on. He's waiting.]

I-

Okay. Just for you. [ See this? It's a bag of something dehydrated. Probably meat. Maybe. She shoves a piece in her mouth and gives him a 'are you satisfied?' look. ]

Better?

No. Not just for me. For Wing. Perceptor. Yourself. [STARE.]

Getting there. [You don't want him to have to rat you out to Wing, do you?]

[ A pause. Okay. You got her there. She reaches back into the bag and continues to eat, a little sheepishly. ]

You really are something else, Drift. And I mean that in the best way.

[Maybe it's because he's stubborn and he recognizes the same type in her. Wing would probably have flirted his way into getting her to eat: Drift couldn't manage that.]

Hey, you have all those ticklings you've threatened me with. Wouldn't want you to be too weak to carry through.

[See? Flirting's a terrible strategy.]

Oh yeah. I owe you like. Twenty.

You're overdue.

Better eat up, then.

[He tries a wink.]

[ Smirk. ]

Yes, mom.

Mom.

[Oh, did you just go there?]

I guess that means I get to spank you? [Someone's a little recharge deprived and loopy. Forgive him, Vandal.]

I-

Dk-

W-

[ WHEEZING SOUND. Is this real life? She's not sure if she's flustered or hopeful that he's not joking. ]

Are you and Wing having a competition about who can turn me more red or what?

[See? Not worried about bugs any more, are you? Drift wins.]

Why? [Uh no, now he's going to get competitive about it. ] What's Wing doing?

Ah, just teasing me.

I think you just won the prize though.

'Just' teasing. [Hrm. Is he going to have to scroll down the feed?] I have to admit the fact you're not telling me is making me curious.

[He grins.] So what's my prize?

Oh come on you know how he is. You have no room to talk Mister Spankings.

[ She grins wolfishly back at him. ]

Depends. What do you think is a good prize, huh?

Yes. I do know how he is. [Which is why he asked. ]

You tickle, I spank. Seems fair.

[No it doesn't. Tickling is a horrible horrible torture. Especially if there are witnesses.]

Hrmmmm. [Serious consideration.] You should sing for me at some point. Maybe dance, too. [Maybe get Wing in on that, too....oh wait, is he supposed to be concentrating on fighting bugs? Whoops. Distracted.]

Yeah. A little sassy.

[ Oh yes, laughing. ]

Well okay, but I'm holding you to that.

[ Snort! ]

Sing and dance, eh? You know I'm not graceful and I can't carry a tune in a bucket, but okay. On one condition.

You dance with me. Wing, too.

Is that what it's called?

[Oh, no. You are not going to ruin his image of Drift getting to sit back and relax a la Arnold in True Lies and watch Jamie Lee Curtis do a sexy dance for him by this mandatory participation thing. ]

I think you're missing a real distinction in the victor, uh, victee divide. [Victee's a word, right?]

Sassy. Flirtatious. Incorrigible. Wing.

[ Oh that gets a raised eyebrow. ]

Oh so that's how it's gonna be, eh? Well, who am I to deny the victor his wishes? Are you going to request a type of dance or do I get to?

[ Because if you let her pick she's going to do the Chicken Dance, hands down. ]

Sassy. [Oh that's the tone of voice that says he's going to use that word a lot.]

[He narrows his optics, considering.] Depends. See, I was thinking I'd get your advice on what kind of dance Wing would do for us. [You want to give that up by picking your own dance? tsk.]

Yes. Sassbot.

Oh Wing? Definitely the sexy kind of dance. He can pull that off. Me? Maybe the Macarena. I'm definitely a Macarena person.

[Macarena? He's never heard of it. But he'll yield, since they both agree about Wing.]

Fair enough.

And if your dancing pleases me [~~someone's having delusions of grandeur~~] I'll let you sit on my lap while Wing dances.

As you wish, your Driftliness.

[ SALUTE. ]

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