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revenance_comms2013-06-19 08:03 pm
spaceracist) wrote in revenance_comms2013-06-19 08:03 pm
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[Well, this has been a hell of a day...couple of days? Emile's not entirely sure, since his mission clock isn't synching with anything. He's completely out of his element here, especially after the little white fuzzy bastards put him in some kind of stasis a couple times. The idea of those things controlling everything here--which they clearly do--isn't comforting in the least to him. He's also not entirely sure what to make of this little snake...thing that he supposedly "made" from those weird pieces.
At least there was something to fight here, and a few battles with Nightmares had done a lot to calm him down. So now he was poking around with the communicator, and wonder of wonders there do in fact seem to be other people here. Might as well see what kind of afterlife he's landed in.
The video clicks on to show armor that might be familiar to anyone who's been paying attention to the Freelancers, but there's a very distinctive skull pattern carved into the domes gold surface of his smooth EVA helmet.]
This is Noble-Four requesting contact from any UNSC-friendly forces in the area. This don't make any goddamn sense.
--And are those little white bastards shitting me or is it really called "munny"?
At least there was something to fight here, and a few battles with Nightmares had done a lot to calm him down. So now he was poking around with the communicator, and wonder of wonders there do in fact seem to be other people here. Might as well see what kind of afterlife he's landed in.
The video clicks on to show armor that might be familiar to anyone who's been paying attention to the Freelancers, but there's a very distinctive skull pattern carved into the domes gold surface of his smooth EVA helmet.]
This is Noble-Four requesting contact from any UNSC-friendly forces in the area. This don't make any goddamn sense.
--And are those little white bastards shitting me or is it really called "munny"?
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Hot damn.
[Okay, when he sees the inside of the boutique, he's reminded of the one formal officer's ball he'd gone to. He'd pretty much hated dressing up for it, but it was worth it to see the rest of his team in dress uniform, too. And to watch Kat and Carter dance.
But there's one thing that bothers him, as Spikes follows Spike around to inspect the merchandise and ribbons.]
How the hell do you do all this without hands?
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[Rarity can't say she approves of the language, but she knows a show of appreciation when she sees one, and so she just smiles, letting her guest and the Spirits have a look around.]
By magic, mostly. There are some earth pony designers who make everything entirely by hoof, but I've discovered magic makes the detail work just a bit easier.
[Now, how to broach this delicately...] If you'd like a place to...freshen up, I'd be more than happy to show you upstairs.
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Like what you did with the munny earlier? [He nods. Supposes that makes sense. He's not going to touch 'earth ponies who make everything by hoof' because, well, hooves don't work like that.
He pauses at the "freshen up" comment, though.]
You got a shower or something?
[Man, he hasn't had a shower in weeks.]
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Exactly like that. [Hooves do too work like that! He just has a lot to learn.]
A bath, actually. Come with me, please. [Oh good, he's interested. She magics her saddlebags off, settling them on a hook made exactly for just such a purpose, and starts for the stairs.]
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A bath? Can't remember the last time I had one of those.
[Way too slow. Inefficient. Also not exactly something they have in space, where he spends a lot of his time. Dubiously, he follows her up the stairs and hopes they can support his armored weight.]
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[Hopefully, haven't had a bath in a while refers to the bath and not bathing itself. She won't be bringing it up. The stairs creak a bit, but Moogle architects evidently know their stuff and they hold. She pushes open the door to the bathroom, trots in, and starts to run the bathwater, making sure that the fine wire basket on the side of the bath has enough soap and shampoo and conditioner (he doesn't seem the type to appreciate the loofah). That accomplished, she moves out of the way - the bathroom is spacious, but he's a rather large individual.]
There. Is that warm enough?
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Wouldn't have a razor?
[He doesn't expect her to, which is fine. He can always just use his knife.]
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Ah- I'm afraid not. I can go get one from the Moogles if you need one.
[And then, as if to make up for it:]
Would you like bubbles in your bath?
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[He could just get into his armor again, but until it gets hosed down it will kind of defeat the purpose of the bath since it's...pretty filthy.]
Bubble bath? Now I know I ain't had one of those. Sure, why not?
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[She gives him a bright smile and magics over a bottle of bubble bath, pouring a generous amount into the running bathwater and watching it bubble up. She also magics out a fresh set of towels from the linen closet, setting them by the sink.]
There. That should do nicely. Now, I'll leave the robe outside the door - you put on and come down when you're finished. Take as long as you like. [You can't rush luxury, after all.]
wrap here?
...Emile's not entirely sure how he ended up in a pony boutique taking a bubble bath, but he supposes it beats laying down by the MAC cannon.]
Roger that. Appreciate it.
[And yup, bath time. Don't expect him down for a while.]
Sounds good.
[With that, she trots out the door and closes it behind her. Enjoy your bath; she'll be hard at work, first on a robe and slippers and then on clothes for him to wear while his armor is being cleaned.]