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Postby Vancon » Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:17 pm

Icrum wrote:
Terintania wrote:
Can Seth wear the 3rd one (the one with the vest), with the coat from the first?(The long coat) :P

Can Rudi wear a red 1st uniform?

Vancon wrote:Sure, again, these are your choices, and you may mix and match them as you see fit.

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The balkens wrote:Please tell me that condoms and Hazelnut spread are NOT on the same table.

Well what the fuck do you use for lube?

Krazakistan wrote:How have you not died after being exposed to that much shit on a monthly basis?
Rupudska wrote:I avoid NSG like one would avoid ISIS-occupied Syria.
Alimeria- wrote:I'll go to sleep when I want to, not when some cheese-eating surrender monkey tells me to.

Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour

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Postby Abrahammia » Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:20 pm

Gosh dang it, why does everyone make a bunch of posts when I'm not here?

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Postby Vancon » Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:22 pm

Abrahammia wrote:Gosh dang it, why does everyone make a bunch of posts when I'm not here?

You underestimate the power of this thread.
Mike the Progressive wrote:You know I don't say this often, but this guy... he gets it. Like everything. As in he gets life.

Imperializt Russia wrote:
The balkens wrote:Please tell me that condoms and Hazelnut spread are NOT on the same table.

Well what the fuck do you use for lube?

Krazakistan wrote:How have you not died after being exposed to that much shit on a monthly basis?
Rupudska wrote:I avoid NSG like one would avoid ISIS-occupied Syria.
Alimeria- wrote:I'll go to sleep when I want to, not when some cheese-eating surrender monkey tells me to.

Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour

Shyluz wrote:Van, Sci-fi Generallisimo


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Postby Icrum » Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:23 pm

Vancon wrote:
Icrum wrote:Can Rudi wear a red 1st uniform?

Vancon wrote:Sure, again, these are your choices, and you may mix and match them as you see fit.


For Great Britain!
Wait. I'm American.......
What am I doing!?!?!?!
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Main wrote:A petition to redesign the flag incites violent riots that eventually destroy the entire nation.

-Ebola- wrote:I don't want to kill you all. I want primates, humans included, to stay around so my descendants will have the same variety of hosts to choose from as I do.

Washington Resistance Army wrote:Not being able to buy an AR most certainly is a travesty.

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Postby Vancon » Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:24 pm

Icrum wrote:
Vancon wrote:

For Great Britain!
Wait. I'm American.......
What am I doing!?!?!?!

Freedom!
For Queen and Crumpets!
BANZAI
ALLONS'Y
FOR THE EMPEROR!
Mike the Progressive wrote:You know I don't say this often, but this guy... he gets it. Like everything. As in he gets life.

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The balkens wrote:Please tell me that condoms and Hazelnut spread are NOT on the same table.

Well what the fuck do you use for lube?

Krazakistan wrote:How have you not died after being exposed to that much shit on a monthly basis?
Rupudska wrote:I avoid NSG like one would avoid ISIS-occupied Syria.
Alimeria- wrote:I'll go to sleep when I want to, not when some cheese-eating surrender monkey tells me to.

Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour

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Postby Rob Halfordia » Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:24 pm

Vancon wrote:
Abrahammia wrote:Gosh dang it, why does everyone make a bunch of posts when I'm not here?

You underestimate the power of this thread.

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Postby Vancon » Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:41 pm

The complete version of Jay and Val's night out:
T'was a short walk, but it was cold. Too cold. Mother Nature was howling and the wind blew her hair everywhere. She walked briskly to her apartment, went inside, up the elevator, down the hall and in her room. Death was at her doorstep, and she was coughing and wheezing everywhere. She took off her coat and, in-between coughs, swapped for something more confortable: her burgundy sweater. the immediate warmth that should've come wasn't there, as if it was on the other side of the planet. She crawled into her bed and rolled up into a ball to try and stay warm.







And then Jason realized something: Val wasn't there yet. He looked at his phone, and saw that it was fifteen minutes before the set time. And for parties like these, Val was always, always thirty minutes early. And now he was a bit worried. He politely excused himself for a moment, and headed outside. He took out his phone, and gave Val a call. Dammit, I hope she's alright.


Her phone awoke from it's pleasant slumber with a jolt and shook all across her bedside table. She picked it up and saw Jason's name.

"Where are you, and how soon can you get here? I'm sick as hell and I need someone to make me soup as I cough up everything under the sun," said Val in a very, very, raspy voice, as if Death himself was strangling her, and in between coughs that would shatter souls far and wide.



Hearing Valerie's voice left Jason partly relieved, and partly even more worried than before. She seemed mostly fine earlier... Come to think of it, she did sound a little stuffed up. And it was freezing out now, which probably made her condition worsen much more quickly.

God, and tomorrow was the real beginning of this school year. If Valerie was to perform at her peak abilities, she desperately needed all the help she could get to overcome this damned cold.

And besides, he couldn't let her just stay in her room alone, with a cold, unable to enjoy the company of her friends on this last night of freedom. Definitely not.

"God, Valerie! I was beginning to think..." Sigh of relief. "...Never mind. God, that cold sounds like it hurts!

"Obviously I'll come! I can't just leave you to deal with a cold like that on your own, now can I? Especially not on the Last Night. I'm at Paradox right now, so I'll run over to the store, pick you up some things, and be there in less than an hour. Until then, just stay inside and try to rest a bit."

He ended the call, and quickly ran back inside the Café. And I was looking forward to getting the old gang back together tonight. Oh well, it's not like Val could do anything about it.

He arrived at Val's door at about 2140. It hadn't taken him too long to get some soup, and cold medicine at the store. Plus, since he was feeling a buzz from the beer he'd consumed, he decided it'd be best to take the bullet train and have one of his Aer Vis cadets pick up his car. So, it hadn't been long at all.

He knocked on her door, and when she called for him to come in, he came in (obviously...). Seeing her all wrapped up, and coughing like the devil's hellhounds on crack (not sure where that came from), made him extremely concerned. "Hey Val. You holding up? Just give me a sec, and I'll have some food cooked up for you."

Jason was not a cook, but making CNS (chicken noodle soupies) from a can wasn't really all that difficult. And since the Author wanted to do it this way, he decided that there was a stovetop in Val's room, along with the requisite pot, spoon, and water supply, which his character promptly made use of.

When it was finished, he magically found a bowl, filled it up and brought le scrumptious soup over to his sick friend. "Here, try some of this. And if you need it, I've got some meds for you."

He took a seat right next to her (on her couch? Bed? Sofa? A nearby folding chair???? I dunno...), and politely waited for her to finish.




"Don't mind if I do," said the girl inbetween coughs and baited breath as she looked up at Jay. Even if he was normally shorter then her, she had to look up to him to get the bowl. It was pretty weird for her, seeing as she is used to looking down on people. She grabbed the spoon with a shaky hand and raised it up to her lips. The soup warmed up her head like a fireball in the Arctic, and like the analogy, the heat dissipated just as fast as it came.

She gave back the bowl to Jay and fell back in her bed. She pulled the covers up to her nose and hid the majority of her face, due to equal amounts of just simply feeling super cold and having her pale white face turned into a tomato from embarrassment of being cared for by another person, and a boy to boot.

"Hey, I think I might need to go to the hospital. This is getting pretty ridiculous," said the ginger girl.




Jason quietly sat, watching over his (slightly taller) friend. Normally she was quite the... tough girl? No, that's not quite right. She was pretty tough, mentally, but that just wasn't the word. Maybe... Yes, independent. That's the word. Independent.

Valerie was a very independent person, a born leader. She was used to having others rely on her, and Jason was pretty sure that she wasn't used to relying on other people. And now that the tables were flipped on her, he had no doubt that the glimpse he got of her face reddening was a sign of her embarrassment. And it was... so... cayuuuuuuu...

No, he needed to focus on helping her out. Letting his hormones get to him wasn't going to be of use to her, definitely not now. And hell, he never said something was cute. Okay, take that back. He often said it of puppies and those cute little kittens he took care of at the shelter. But he never would say that of another human being, at least not one of his age. And not a girl. And definitely not Valerie. Obviously not. He had just a bit more dignity than that...

Seeing she was finished, he smiled at her. "I'm not too terribly good of a cook, so hopefully that cold made its taste bearable for you."

He began walking over to put the bowl away when she asked about going to the hospital. He replied over his shoulder, "I'll take you over there then. Can't have you out in this cold alone, you'll just kill yourself. Just let me head to my place, and I'll grab my winter coat. And if you don't have a heavy enough jacket, I've got an extra one."

Reaching the sink, he placed the bowl in it, rolled up his sleeves, and began to quickly clean up after himself (i.e. wash dishes, put the leftover soup in a covered bowl and stick it in the fridge, clean the pot and silverware, etc.).




Val pulled the covers away from her face for a second and sat upright in the bed. She looked around her room and she tried to move, but everything hurt. The more she moved, the worse she was feeling. Then she had an idea. She faced the doorway and called out to Jay.

"Hey, I need to to come over here for a second," said the bedridden girl in between rasps.

She said one more thing, in a voice almost ghastly, as if the sound was being carried gently by the non-existant wind in her apartment.

"Don't go,"




Jason had finished cleaning up the dishes, and was about to head out when he heard a rather small voice call for him. Wow, that cold is really doing things to her. I can't imagine.

He turned around and began heading back to her bed, and then he heard the almost archetypal, "Don't go", and he stopped in his tracks. What?

Yup, that threw his mind for a bit of a loop. And his hormones and the alcohol really didn't help him, at all. He moved pretty quickly to her side, worrying that maybe she had more than just a bad cold. Was she going delusional? He really had no idea what to think about it. She'd never done this before, not that his clouded mind could remember even if she had...

Jason's face was etched with worry as he kneeled by her bed (I mean, her voice was seemingly disappearing, so being as close to her as possible was a necessary precaution if she tried to say more). "Okay, I'll stay here Val. What do you need?"




Val is sick. Very Sick. Unfortunately for her, the outside temperatures are pretty low, and that wouldn't do her any good. More importantly, her pyjamas just won't cut it against the cold. So what does she do? Her ears turn beet-red as she pulls her covers up to cover her now camouflaged face, due to the fact that it's as red as her hair. Behind the safety of her blanket, she says something in the quietest, most mumbled voice she possibly could use, all between coughing.

"I can't go outside in this. I need you to pick out my..." She stopped. She was too embarrassed to finish her sentence.




...What?????

Jason sat there for a second, attempting to figure out just what the sickly girl needed of him. Damn, if only his hearing was better...

He leaned closer to her lips, since he obviously couldn't hear her from this distance. "You can't... what? Sorry, I think my hearing is a bit shot tonight."




"Uh," she said nervously, "yes, I need to to pick out, everything," she said, pulling her blanket up to cover her face. She was so embarrassed at the moment, because not only a guy was in her house, but he was taking care of her and was going to go through her things. She curled up into a ball and hid under her blankets, and continued.

"Everything I have on is dirty, so I need new clothes," she protested in a very girly and nervous voice, which was ridiculously out of the ordinary.

"I need you to pick me out some things. It has to look good though, since I'm not going to the doctors looking ugly," she said, her girlyness seeping out of her tomboy exterior.




Jason sat there, slightly dumbfounded. "S...sure. If you need me to."

He walked over to her dresser, trying to figure out what she should wear. So, she wanted to look good, so what did she look best in? Hmm....

Nope, that one was too casual. That one, too boring. That one... Holy Flying Barrels of Cat Shit!!! That one shows quite the amount of cleavage!!!!

Jason shook his head quickly. No, hell no!!! I couldn't do that to Valerie!!! He looked back at the dress, nearly salivating at the thought of her in it...

Before things got crazy, he put the dress back and moved on.

Oooo. This one's perfect! Not risqué, not too formal, and definitely not ugly (i.e. it looked passably hot to him). Plus it will be relatively easy for him to help her put on. Wait a second...

The tips of his ears turned a deep crimson, quite the nice contrast to his white hair...

But I digress. Maybe she wouldn't need his help? He sincerely hoped that she would wouldn't would... Oh fuck it.

Anyway, he walked back to Valerie with his choice, and held it up for her, asking (as unawkwardly as he possibly could), "Wi... Will this work for you? I haven't seen you wear it for a while, and I thought it looked good when I last saw it... I mean, it should work."

Wait, what?!?!




Val poked her head out of her castle made of velvet and silk, and she blushed even more. She had not seen that dress for awhile, and it would look pretty good on her.

"Uh, thanks, but there are, um, other things, that one needs to wear; not just a dress. Just put that down over here," she said after pulling her arm out and patting the corner of her bed.

Val was wondering if her face could even be seen due to her being completely red. She was at the point of no return, and she was pretty embarrassed, to say the very least.




Jason was now really confused. "Uh... Other?"

What did she mean by, "other things"? A hat? Socks? Tights? Shoes?!?! No, that can't be what she's referring to. Then what could she mea...

Oh. Not only did his ears go red, his whole face looked like a ripe tomato covered in blood. "...Oh... I... Uh... Um... O..Okay..."

He began walking back to the dresser, with the dress in hand. Wait... no... he had to put the dress next to Valerie first, and then head over to the... Nope, he missed the bed, and the dress hit the floor. He rushed over and picked it back up, apologizing like he had just cannibalized a fucking kitty or something. Then he walked back over to the dresser, and...

Oh god, this is painful. He pulled the drawers open one by one until he found her... Bras?!?! Holy mother of... God, cool your fucking head, you asshole!!! You're supposed to be helping her pick her goddamned clothes out!!!! Just pick one out, and...

Nope, that would clash with her dress... And what is this?!?! Nonononononono... put it back.

Okay, this one'll work. Alright. Breath, breath you fucker!!!!

Now, panties. Wait, whaaaaaaaaat theeeeee fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck?!?!?!?!

If you've not noticed, his profuse swearing is evidence of his extreme mental stress. This was the hardest thing for him to do, and he was getting rather rigid, in more ways than one...

Breath in, breath out. He could do this, or so he thought. He found the unmentionables, and. WOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!! Oh my fucking god!!!!!!!!

Yup. This was way too sexy for his feeble mind to manage. And the extreme twitching in his ears and tail proved it. He was about to let a crazed roar loose, but his kind heart kicked back in and stopped him. He realized the extreme perverseness of his current state, and the shame overwhelmed the lust. Just grab the fucking things, and get this over with. Damn you fucking pervert!!! I can't fucking believe you'd do this to Valerie!!!! Damn you, stupid fuck!!!

He grabbed the lace... Yes, he grabbed lace panties, since it was the first one he grabbed, and he really didn't have time to think about it. So, he grabbed the unmentionable under-things, and the bra (which is also unmentionable), and walked back to Valerie. He did his best to hide his face from her, rather ashamed at what he'd been thinking. "He...here. I th.think this will d.do."




At first Val was speechless. She took the clothes and put them into her castle of sorts. Once underneath, she gulped and poked her head back out seconds later.

"Thanks," she said, " Now, if you'd please go to the foyer and get my coat and shoes that would be good," replied the ginger. She paused for a second, and kinda fell back into her bed. With a moan of pain, she tried to pick up her clothes, but her condition was getting worse by the minute.

"Actually, I think I-. I think I still need a bit more help. Would you be able to do that?"




Gulp. Umm... Anyone got some water? Jason's throat is like the fucking Sahara right now. If he tried to clean himself, he'd just get major scratches from his tongue.

F..f...FUCK!

"I'm sorry Val, but I can't."

That's what he tried to say, but what came out was, " *croak* Su...Sure."

And he found himself walking over to the crimson-haired beauty, intent on helping her put her clothing on. For a moment, he wondered what she looked like beneath her clothes... Nonononononono!!!!! I'm sure she's a fucking beauty, but no!!!!

Instead, he thought of the milk that he would be drinking when he got back to his room. But that made him think of... Breasts. Wait, STOP IT!!!!

So, instead, he thought of cream. Valerie's creamy skin. DAMMIT, NOOOOOOO!!!!

Okay, maybe the pale color of the liquid? Is Val's skin even paler beneath her clothing? FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!

Fine, he just walked over to her, and asked, "What do you need me to do. Just tell me, and I'll do it."

Oh god...




"Uh, ok..." she said very nervously as she got out from her covers to sit on the edge of her bed,

"I'll take of my shirt, and you'll, uh, you'll put them in the right places.," she continued.

"I'll face the wall, and you face the other way, and uh, put on my, but no that wouldn't work, so I'll face this way and you'll face towards me from behind, and uh, I'll look the other way, so you, uh, just slide my dress over top after I, uh, take this off," she added as she slowly turned around and took of her blouse to show her back to the man.

The sudden cold rushed through her veins and she shuddered uncontrollably. She was so cold right now. Goosebumps spread over her skin and from behind all the man could see was her Phoenix tattoo on her right shoulder, as it stood out against the pale withe skin.

"Hurry up! I'm f-freezing! J-Just s-slide m-my d-dress o-over m-my h-head a-and g-gravity w-will d-do t-the r-rest," she added as she shivered.




The first thought he had was, I just want to grab hold of her and...

Fill in the blanks.

But he ultimately regained control when he realized that his friend was freezing her ass off, and she needed him to pay attention. So, he took her dress in his trembling hands, and...

Damn, missed. His arms were now awkwardly wrapped around her chest... "S...Sorry!!!"

He pulled his arms back, took a deep breath, steeling his nerves. And...

I made it!!!

Jason was so happy, he could do a fucking Irish jig. But instead, he purred.

Which was extremely embarrassing, especially if Val took it the wrong way. I mean, he always purred when he was extremely happy, but the situation here meant that this could be a very dangerous thing for him.

And he tried to make her understand that he wasn't a pervert (which he was, but that's not why he was purring). "I'm s.sorry Val! I didn't mean to purr! I was just glad that... That we finished this, and... Not like I was... Fuck fuck fuck fuck..."

Again, his swearing would hopefully clue Val off that not only was he telling the truth, but that he was also extremely ashamed with himself. And stressed. Really stressed. And probably is scared shitless. Probably.




In art, there is 55 different shades of the colour red. Val had turned 56 different ones and that's just a conservative guess. Not only from the events leading up to her being flet up by the cat-man, but the event itself and what followed. Sudden warmth zapped through her body and caused her to jump a bit.

But then the purring came.

It was a bit out of the ordinary, and Val'd be lying if she said that she wasn't surprised. She giggled a bit at the sound of it, and kept a smile on her face afterwords.

"Thanks, Jay, now I'm not so cold,"

She turned around on the spot, and moved her legs towards Jason, and then proceeded to take his hands and move them onto the ends of her pants.

"Now listen here. Y-You, uh, look the other way and, uh, pull. I can't get them off," she said as she reached for her blanket and hugged it tightly as she remained the colour of her hair.

"Don't you dare look!"




Obviously, Val had a shitload of trust in the horny cat-man. Maybe, maybe he should have been honored by that. I mean, it demonstrated that she really believed he could fight his sex drive, and that he cared enough about her to not take advantage of this situation. And that spoke volumes about his character.

But when she lead his hands to the ends of her pants, and asked him to pull them off, he instantly thought, This is totally foreplay... SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!

He did as she asked, grabbing hold of her PJ pants, and forced himself to look away (as much as he wanted to determine the color of her undergarments...). He took a massive gulp, braced his body, and pulled.

And fell back onto his ass with a thump. Maybe that alcohol wasn't such a good idea...

"Damn..." He groaned as he slowly pushed himself back up onto his feet, rubbing his head to try and alleviate the headache he was getting. But he suddenly realized his luck. He'd never been around a fully depantsed woman before, especially one as hot as Val. And with the clothing he'd found earlier, she was sure to have quite sexy lingerie on. If he had just a peek, just one tiny look, he'd get such a high that he'd never need to watch another Ecchi show again. Val wouldn't mind him taking just a peek, would she? I mean, its not like she could get angry with him if he "accidentally" found himself looking...

And as much as you all want to know the color of her undergarments, Jason didn't dare look. This was partially out of being the gentleman that he was, partially from his own selfless care for his friend, and partially because he was certain she'd rip his intestines out if he did. So, he kept one hand over his eyes, and used the other to place the PJ bottoms on the edge of the bed. With eyes still covered (although it was a bitch to walk around like that), he walked back over to Val and kneeled down. "O.Okay. N...Next?"




"Thanks," she said. "Heh, I feel like I've said that already a couple times tonight. No matter though, you've been a big help," she added with a large, yet nervous, grin. Val moved over to the edge of her bed and grabbed the pants that were offered to her previously. She slid out of bed and put them on in one swift motion. Then it took a turn for the worse. She started hacking and coughing as she fell on the floor.

"Hey," she said with a cough, " can you go and get my shoes and coat from the front room? I need to-," she stopped, coughed the sound of death incarnate, and then continued, "-get to the hospital. Soon,"

" Oh, and you can look now. I'm done,"




Hearing Val fall to the floor, hacking up a fucking lung or two in the process, Jason snapped fully out of his ecchi state of mind and rushed over to her, helping her back onto the bed. "Just take it easy, Val. I sincerely don't want you hurting yourself trying to move on your own."

God, she was going to give him a heart attack tonight, no doubt about that. How the hell could she have gotten so damn sick and so quickly?! Damn, and tomorrow was the opening VR battle for the Academy. He sent a quick prayer to Science that she would be able to overcome her sickness in time, otherwise it would really hurt her grades...

He headed over to the front room, grabbed the requested shoes and coat, and brought them to Valerie, gently helping her put them on. "Alright, you ready? You can lean on my shoulder, or something... Just do whatever you need so you don't fall again."




"Alright then, if you insist,"

Val climbed up off the carpet below and rose up right next to Jay as she tried to balance her arm on his shoulder, to an effect known only as failure. She simply couldn't get up high enough since she was thrashing around whenever she coughed. Val fell off of his shoulder and landed face-first on her bed, almost returning to her original position. She rolled over and put her arms out straight ahead towards Jay.

With a face the colour of her red hair, she asked in a babyish voice,

"Carry m-*cough*-e?"




God was she cute... It was rather hard for Jason to not just come out and say so, especially with the voice she used to ask him with. Damn...

Thankfully, only his ears reddened this time. Of course this would be embarrassing, but he could console himself with the fact that he was truly helping Valerie now, and without having to worry about perverted thoughts popping into his head. So, this was much easier for him to handle.

He managed a grin, and chuckled. "Alright then, I'll carry you, my Lady."

He vent over her, letting her put her arms around his neck. He then gingerly wrapped his arms under her, and slowly hoisted her up. When he made it up, he made certain he had a good hold on the girl. He looked down at her, grinning again. "Now, let's get you to the doctor. If we delay, I worry about your ability to engage in the VR session tomorrow. And I can't have my favorite rival absent from her first VR of the school year."

And with that, the cat-man and crimson-haired girl headed off into the now rather cold night. He made certain to keep her as close to himself as possible (without squishing her) so that his body heat would better help keep her warm.

He took the shortest route to the nearest train station, helping her onto the train, and carrying her off it and into the hospital.

As he continued on, he thought about the situation a bit. He saw how fragile and dependent Valerie seemed at that moment (not to mention her good looks), and realized just how close this was to a knight with his wounded lady, carrying her off the field of battle to safety. A bit odd? Sure. But that was just Jason. And he would never, ever be otherwise.




Val was not in the hospital for long. Nowadays, the health system was pretty inexpensive and and ridiculously efficient. All she had to do was go in, go to the front desk, with Jason's aide of course, tell the nurse her symptoms and they had her in an medical room in an instant. Then, they put her in a tube like thing that scanned her and swiftly proceeded to tell the doctors what needs to be done. Simply put, she had a lack of oxygen and compressed bone mass due to being in a plane, pulling G's and rolling all the time for the past few months. With a hour of treatment that consisted of a couple of tests and scans, a bottle of pills and a slap on her back, Val was sent out back onto the streets to go back home.

The air that was once teleported gusts of cold air from Antarctica had suddenly warmed up for her, and now it was back to normal. What wasn't normal, was the fact the the one person who she had been relying on was nowhere to be found. This was a bit saddening, but surely he had someplace that he had to go to and she couldn't keep him here with her forever, right?
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Well what the fuck do you use for lube?

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Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour

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Postby Terintania » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:06 pm

Made a minor change to my post, which was just the picture for his boots. I changed them to something that seemed more fitting for him.
Times are looking grim these days~

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Postby Vancon » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:06 pm

Hey Ter and Abra, which destroyer do you each want to be in charge of?
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The balkens wrote:Please tell me that condoms and Hazelnut spread are NOT on the same table.

Well what the fuck do you use for lube?

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Rupudska wrote:I avoid NSG like one would avoid ISIS-occupied Syria.
Alimeria- wrote:I'll go to sleep when I want to, not when some cheese-eating surrender monkey tells me to.

Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour

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Postby Perestroikavo » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:08 pm

Well. Since Van forced an ugly uniform on me, just pretend it's the first one, same insignia and whatnot, and not the white one it has in my post.
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Postby Vancon » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:08 pm

Perestroikavo wrote:Well. Since Van forced an ugly uniform on me, just pretend it's the first one, same insignia and whatnot, and not the white one it has in my post.

Wha? It's not ugly, what the hell are you talking 'bout?
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Imperializt Russia wrote:
The balkens wrote:Please tell me that condoms and Hazelnut spread are NOT on the same table.

Well what the fuck do you use for lube?

Krazakistan wrote:How have you not died after being exposed to that much shit on a monthly basis?
Rupudska wrote:I avoid NSG like one would avoid ISIS-occupied Syria.
Alimeria- wrote:I'll go to sleep when I want to, not when some cheese-eating surrender monkey tells me to.

Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour

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Postby Perestroikavo » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:09 pm

I hate the colour green. It makes me want to puke, especially that shade of it. Plus, it's too steampunk/victorian age for my tastes.
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Postby Terintania » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:11 pm

Vancon wrote:Hey Ter and Abra, which destroyer do you each want to be in charge of?

What are the options? :P
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Postby Corrian » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:13 pm

So I keep thinking that if I did make another character, it would be that generic idea I mentioned a few pages back for one, and that they would become good friends with Volt...

Brain, how about just forgetting about even pondering a 2nd character? Thanks *Hits brain*

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I have edited the player list and will do the same for the Order of Battle.

Aww :(
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Postby Vancon » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:13 pm

Perestroikavo wrote:I hate the colour green. It makes me want to puke, especially that shade of it. Plus, it's too steampunk/victorian age for my tastes.

Well, fuck you too.

Just wear the vest thing then and maybe you can be that one rebel guy who wears whatever, even if he gets in trouble for it or whatever.

Terintania wrote:
Vancon wrote:Hey Ter and Abra, which destroyer do you each want to be in charge of?

What are the options? :P


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USS Fletcher-F
USS Hickox-F
USS Black-F
USS Conway-F
USS Jenkins-F
USS Lowry-A
USS English-A
USS Southerland-G
Mike the Progressive wrote:You know I don't say this often, but this guy... he gets it. Like everything. As in he gets life.

Imperializt Russia wrote:
The balkens wrote:Please tell me that condoms and Hazelnut spread are NOT on the same table.

Well what the fuck do you use for lube?

Krazakistan wrote:How have you not died after being exposed to that much shit on a monthly basis?
Rupudska wrote:I avoid NSG like one would avoid ISIS-occupied Syria.
Alimeria- wrote:I'll go to sleep when I want to, not when some cheese-eating surrender monkey tells me to.

Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour

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Postby Rob Halfordia » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:18 pm

Vancon wrote:
Perestroikavo wrote:I hate the colour green. It makes me want to puke, especially that shade of it. Plus, it's too steampunk/victorian age for my tastes.

Well, fuck you too.

Just wear the vest thing then and maybe you can be that one rebel guy who wears whatever, even if he gets in trouble for it or whatever.

Terintania wrote:What are the options? :P


8 Destroyers: Fletcher, Allen M. Sumner and Gearing-classes.
USS Fletcher-F
USS Hickox-F
USS Black-F
USS Conway-F
USS Jenkins-F
USS Lowry-A
USS English-A
USS Southerland-G

Bu.. but.... I'm already that guy....
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Postby TriStates » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:22 pm

*floats back in thread*
Vancon wrote:
Perestroikavo wrote:Well. Since Van forced an ugly uniform on me, just pretend it's the first one, same insignia and whatnot, and not the white one it has in my post.

Wha? It's not ugly, what the hell are you talking 'bout?



Image

Male uniform makes me wanna got out pirate & pillage stuff. Fem uniform gots the skirt, stockings, and neck tie. Whats not like? Good job Van :hug:

Perestroikavo wrote:I hate the colour green. It makes me want to puke, especially that shade of it. Plus, it's too steampunk/victorian age for my tastes.


Perhaps I could offer you an alternative? You picky eater, you.
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Postby Perestroikavo » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:24 pm

TriStates wrote:
Perhaps I could offer you an alternative? You picky eater, you.


Oooh! Oooh! Daddy, buy me the 5th one, the one with the cape!
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Postby TriStates » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:26 pm

Perestroikavo wrote:
TriStates wrote:
Perhaps I could offer you an alternative? You picky eater, you.


Oooh! Oooh! Daddy, buy me the 4th one, the one with the cape!


Maybe when you can Field Marshal :p Think browner, farther left, and less awesome.
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* people giving a fuck,
* people not giving a fuck,
Drink Vytautas, give a NEGATIVE FUCK!
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TriStates wrote::( I don't like change...

It's coarse and dry and gets everywhere. :p

But I do get what you mean.
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Postby Brechalht » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:28 pm

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Postby Perestroikavo » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:28 pm

TriStates wrote:
Maybe when you can Field Marshal :p Think browner, farther left, and less awesome.


*glares.* Fine. *grumbles under breath about stabbing people in the back to steal it off of them.*

(I'm going to assume it's the middle one. Not the far left one. Don't make me cry.)
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Postby TriStates » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:34 pm

Perestroikavo wrote:
TriStates wrote:
Maybe when you can Field Marshal :p Think browner, farther left, and less awesome.


*glares.* Fine. *grumbles under breath about stabbing people in the back to steal it off of them.*

(I'm going to assume it's the middle one. Not the far left one. Don't make me cry.)


Image

Though the sight of tears would be amusing, your words move me. Very well, but only if Van agrees to the change.
Vytautas wrote:There are two kinds of people in this world:
* people giving a fuck,
* people not giving a fuck,
Drink Vytautas, give a NEGATIVE FUCK!
The Burning Sun wrote:...you seem to experience what I shall completely non-offensively dub the Triplex, or TriStates Complex - you spend a ton of time crafting a beautiful work of collaboration, and then you mysteriously disappear...

The Starlight wrote:
TriStates wrote::( I don't like change...

It's coarse and dry and gets everywhere. :p

But I do get what you mean.
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Postby Vancon » Sat Dec 06, 2014 6:37 pm

TriStates wrote:
Perestroikavo wrote:
*glares.* Fine. *grumbles under breath about stabbing people in the back to steal it off of them.*

(I'm going to assume it's the middle one. Not the far left one. Don't make me cry.)


Image

Though the sight of tears would be amusing, your words move me. Very well, but only if Van agrees to the change.

He's a commander, so I guess it's fine, but it will fuck up the uniformity that I have going on here.
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Imperializt Russia wrote:
The balkens wrote:Please tell me that condoms and Hazelnut spread are NOT on the same table.

Well what the fuck do you use for lube?

Krazakistan wrote:How have you not died after being exposed to that much shit on a monthly basis?
Rupudska wrote:I avoid NSG like one would avoid ISIS-occupied Syria.
Alimeria- wrote:I'll go to sleep when I want to, not when some cheese-eating surrender monkey tells me to.

Which just so happens to be within the next half-hour

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