091214MahtahMari

 [08:54] CC: Mahtah.descends.from.the.vents.outside.of.Mari's.room.as.usual,.giving.a.knock.on.the.door.before.promptly.folding.her.arms.behind.her.back.

 [08:54] CC: ((gah quirks D:))

 [08:54] TA: ((Ha. Need a minute?))

 [08:55] CC: ((nah I'm good))

 [08:55] CC: Mathah descends fromt he vents outside of Mari's room as usual, giving a knock on the door before promptly folding her arms behind her back.

 [08:55] TA: Mari looks up from her workbench, forearm deep into an engine. “Who is it?” she calls impatiently.

 [08:56] CC: "It is Mahtah. You wished to rendevous Miss Howard?"

 [08:56] TA: ((Oh, wait. There is no door. Whoops.))

 [08:56] TA: ((Well, I guess she could have replaced it with a board or something.))

 [08:56] CC: ((works for me))

 [08:58] TA: “Oh damn,” Mari mutters, withdrawing her arms, wiping them hastily with a rag. “Come in,” she says, doing her best to straighten her ratty shirt.

 [09:00] CC: Mahtah opens the door...plank? Whatever. She enters Mari's room, her arms still folded. "I wanted to thank you again for the prosthetic. I think I am finally used to it."

 [09:01] TA: "I am glad to hear it," Mari says distractedly. She does her best to clear a path through the junk that litters the floor to her bed. "Won't you sit down? I am afraid I am a bit short on chairs."

 [09:03] CC: She shakes her head, "I am fine with standing." She gives a cursory glance around the room at the scattered parts cluttering the room. "Are you working on a project?"

 [09:06] TA: "Not really. Just fiddling with my rotocopter's engine. I am hoping I can eventually upgrade her a little." Mari pulls her labcoat a bit more tightly around herself. "Sorry for the smell. My bathtub was thrown through the wall, and I haven't had a chance to fix it yet. I was going to see if I could use someone else's but..." She shrugs helplessly.

 [09:08] CC: "It is fine. A good agent must remain calm in even the most detestable conditions. Your presence is hardly comperable." She gives a polite smile and a nod before returning to her stoic pokerface.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:13] TA: "It isn't exactly the impression I wanted to give. You are not seeing me at my best, I'm afraid." Mari sits on the bed, captologing her labcoat and boots as she does so. She is now wearing a holey white T-shirt and jeans. "So, do you just want to jump right in, or shall we procede more slowly?" she asks, resting her hands on her tighs.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:13] TA: *thighs

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:15] CC: Mahtah visibly flinches and jumps back a foot. "Woah! Um... what?" she asks, her cheeks already flushing teal.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:17] TA: Mari raises an eyebrow. "Alright, I will assume slow. How about a game, then?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:18] CC: Her eyebrows raise defensively, "Uh...game? Miss Howard, I'm not sure what you mean by that statement."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:21] TA: Mari sighs, patting the bed beside her. "Would you please come over here? It is very awkward sitting her with you standing. And I am open to suggestion. Cards, triva, wrestling, what have you." She pauses. "I would ask you to be somewhat gentle, however. I am not really into anything too rough."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:24] CC: She is hesistant to say the least, but she sits down next to Mari on the bed, "Erm... I am not entirely sure what you mean about rough but uh... I suppose a friendly card game is fine?'

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:28] TA: "Excellent!" Mari says, smiling. She decaptologes a pack of cards and a pair of horns, which she straps onto her head. "I hope you don't mind, but I prefer to be prepared," she, tighening the strap and begining to shuffle the cards. "Is poker alright with you?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:29] CC: Her eyebrow raises at the addition to horns, but Mahtah chalks that up to some sort of bizarre poker ritual. "Yes, poker is an admirable choice."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:34] TA: "Okay. I'd rather keep the game short, however, so let's remove two articles of clothing rather than one each round," Mari says, concentrating on shuffling. "And no nonsense like each sock counting as a seperate article, please."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:36] CC: Her eyes widen beneath her shades. "Um... wait what was that?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:37] TA: Mari looks up. "Each sock can't count as a different article of clothing. It seems fair to me, but if you insist..." She shrugs.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:38] CC: "N..no I mean... why would I be disrobing?" A sudden wave of realization washes over her like a ton of bricks. "Oh... oh no..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:40] TA: "Do you like to do it dressed, then?" Mari asks, scooting closer. "That has its thrills, I suppose." She runs her fingers lightly over the base of one of Mahtah's horns.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:43] CC: Mahtah jolts straight, "M..Miss Howard that is unprofessional contact and I do not think we are operating on the same wavelength here and furthermoretheimplicationsofwhatyouareimplyingforgoamassivebreachininformialityandohgodwhydiditsuddenlygetsowarminhereSOMEONETURNEDTHEHEATERONTHEREISSOMEONEINTHEVENTS!" She begins hyperventilating.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:47] TA: Mari blinks, pulling back a little. "You do feel quite warm," she says in concern. "I think you may have a fever. Please, lay down and let me have a look at you." From where she is sitting, Mari takes hold of the bottom of Mahtah's shirt.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:50] CC: "HEATINVENTSHAFTA-1!! ABORTINGMISSIONABORTINGMISSION!" Mahtah begins to make a break for the doorplank before slipping on a grease-covered cog and landing flat on her face.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:53] TA: Mari sighs, before standing up. "Hang on, Mahtah. Everything will be fine." With a fair degree of difficulty, she manages to drag Mahtah back to the bed, laying her down. "Stay here, please. I think you have been spending too much time in the vents." Decaptolging another rag and some water, she begins to wet Mahtah's brow.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [09:56] CC: "Cant...breath...mission...critical...lewd...conduct jeapordizes the integrity of the mission..." she mutters, her cheeks a bright shade of teal as her glasses hang haphazardly off her ears.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:00] TA: "It is alright. You're safe," Mari says softly, removing Mahtah's glasses and placing them to the side. "You need to cool off." She captogles Matah's shirt and pants, before running the rag from her shoulder to beneath her neck.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:03] CC: Mathah blinks a bit, looking down at her now nearly nude form. "I...uh...w..why...did... why did my provisional gear disappear. Was I... did I get compromised?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:06] TA: "No, Mahtah. You are simply sick, and I am taking care of you." Mari runs the rag lightly over her still-covered rumblespheres, before moving to her stomach. "I think it might be best if you stayed with me for a bit, rather than sleeping in the vents. A few night in a real bed would do you good."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:20] CC: She shivers at the sudden wet, dampness covering her chest blinking a little as she tries to adjust her shades. "Uh...M..Miss Howard... I think uh... I might be cool enough... uh...hey thats cold!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:24] TA: "Lie still, please." Mari brushes the hand reaching for her missing shades aside lighly, before dipping the rag back in the water and running it along Mahtah's thighs. "Just lay there and let me take care of everything."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:29] CC: She shivers again and jolts up again, here eyes widening again, "Ah! Okay cooldown done, back to vents, lovely talk Mari I think I will go and find clothing again!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:34] TA: Mari pushes her back down on the bed, leaning over her. She is still wearing the horns. "You aren't going anywear. Certainly not back into those vents, at least for a while." She straddles Mahtah's waist, her hands resting on her shoulders. "You need proper bedrest."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:36] CC: Mahtah's face is a solid block of greenish-blue. "Ma...Mari are... are you trying to... engage in physical intercourse with me?" The slowest horse nas finally rand headlong into the fencepost.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:36] CC: *ran

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:40] TA: "Well, yes?" Mari say slowly. "I mean, not while you are sick and out of it. I am not a monster. But, you are quite atttractive, Mahtah." She shrugs again, leaning up while still straddling her. "But if you find me undersirable, I understand. As I said, I am not exactly at my best."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:42] CC: "I...um...I am not sure if uh... this is... um...I am not...er...uhhh..." she stammers, looking away awkwardly, "You are not...unattractive... Miss Howard..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:44] TA: Mari smiles. "Thank you. Perhaps, when you are feeling better, we can try this again." She rolls her hips lightly.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:47] CC: Mahtah makes an audible noise that sounds like a terrified cheeseeaterbeast. "I uh.. th..thank you?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:48] CC: "Um.. could I... have my clothing back?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:49] TA: Leaning down, she places a light kiss upon Mahtah's brow, before rolling off her. "You really should sleep here, you know. The bed has plenty of room, and you will recover faster with proper rest." She smiles, before decaptolging Mahtah's clothing and handing it to her.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:50] CC: "I um.. s..sure...th..thank you Miss Mari..." she gives a polite nod. "Um... i will... uh...t..try to sleep now i..if you think it will help..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"> [10:52] TA: "I think that would be a good idea," Mari says, rising. "I'll be over at the workbench, so just call if you need me. Goodnight, Mahtah." She crosses the room towards the engine again.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;-qt-block-indent:0;text-indent:0px;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);">[10:54] <span style="color:rgb(0,117,84);">CC: "Y..yes...goodnight...Mari..." she says, a multitude of conflicting thoughts crossing through her head.