I've got this scene in my brain of Mez having tracked Marga down after she stole something for him (he's surprised a mere human managed to do that) and is demanding whatever it is back. Suddenly, the walls explode and a group of bad guys are there demanding their stuff back. "He's the guy you want" is what Marga says before buggering off and leaving Mez to deal with them. (It makes me chuckle). Again, how they then get to being together is unclear. Brainstorm for me please @SimplyJohn, you're really good at it :)

You guys get the ruler joke, right?

Brainstorm for me please @SimplyJohn, you're really good at it :)

While pinned down by heavy weapons fire, taking cover behind a fallen piece of masonry and trying to work out a way he can get out of the collapsing building before getting crushed in the rubble, Mez spots a familiar looking shadow darting across the upper level. Even as he lifts his arm to take aim at the filthy little thief she suddenly leaps down, right into the middle of the attackers.

For the next few moments all he can do is watched in mesmerised amazement as Marga spins around between the uninvited guests, effortlessly slicing limbs and heads in a way which reminds the outcast Visipian of the dance performances he would occasionally attend with his 'father' while growing up. As his stunned gaze watches Marga's lithe form clear the head from the shoulders of the group's leader he can't help but be reminded of one particular dancer, and the hot, sweaty night they'd spent together, the night he'd first become a man.

With the last of her enemies downed Marga spins around, tossing a flimsy down into the rubble while blowing a kiss to the handsome alien she'd used for bait. "We work well together." She called over with a smile, slightly breathless from her deadly ballet, "If you'd like to see what else we could do together, give me a call."

Pulling her new goggles down over her eyes Marga turned and leapt out of the hole in the wall, falling several hundred feet before activating her grav-belt and floating out over the high-rise cityscape below, leaving Mez clutching the advertising flimsy for a seedy bat on the wrong side of town.

You guys get the ruler joke, right?

It's something to do with who's closest to the door, and therefore who's the most successful participant in the mission so far, right?

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While pinned down by heavy weapons fire, taking cover behind a fallen piece of masonry and trying to work out a way he can get out of the collapsing building before getting crushed in the rubble, Mez spots a familiar looking shadow darting across the upper level. Even as he lifts his arm to take aim at the filthy little thief she suddenly leaps down, right into the middle of the attackers.

For the next few moments all he can do is watched in mesmerised amazement as Marga spins around between the uninvited guests, effortlessly slicing limbs and heads in a way which reminds the outcast Visipian of the dance performances he would occasionally attend with his 'father' while growing up. As his stunned gaze watches Marga's lithe form clear the head from the shoulders of the group's leader he can't help but be reminded of one particular dancer, and the hot, sweaty night they'd spent together, the night he'd first become a man.

With the last of her enemies downed Marga spins around, tossing a flimsy down into the rubble while blowing a kiss to the handsome alien she'd used for bait. "We work well together." She called over with a smile, slightly breathless from her deadly ballet, "If you'd like to see what else we could do together, give me a call."

Pulling her new goggles down over her eyes Marga turned and leapt out of the hole in the wall, falling several hundred feet before activating her grav-belt and floating out over the high-rise cityscape below, leaving Mez clutching the advertising flimsy for a seedy bat on the wrong side of town.

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It's something to do with who's closest to the door, and therefore who's the most successful participant in the mission so far, right?

Wow... Very nice. Though less choppubg of heads and limbs and more taser ing and explosions :) I imagine when she saw him at the bar - "I knew you'd come."

But... What's a flimsy???

@Kalas What do you think?

Wow... Very nice. Though less choppubg of heads and limbs and more taser ing and explosions :)

But... What's a flimsy???

This is in her earlier days, before she'd 'bought' the expensive gear she has now and had to srick with the fundamentals of mass murder instead. :)

A flimsy is like a flexible datapad. Think an iPad the thickness of a sheet of paper which could be rolled up and easily stowed between warm, voluptuous, welcoming... pocket seams.

Again, I've got work tomorrow so won't be posting until the evening. So if the story moves on to us actually getting into the ship, someone please drag Marga along too! :)

Night all!

Again, I've got work tomorrow so won't be posting until the evening. So if the story moves on to us actually getting into the ship, someone please drag Marga along too! :)

Oh yes, please drag Marga along. I can't wait to see how long you manage to keep your arms for when you try. >D

By the way, if anyone's interested in a little fantasy action on the side @TheUnknowable has an adventure starting up which is still recruiting. If you're interested please drop over to the thread to sign up.

I'm awake! I'm awake. Did I miss anything?

I'm awake! I'm awake. Did I miss anything?

They either boarded the Lone Star, battled an army of Space Monkeys, found the treasure vault and are now flying home or they spent an hour flirting and struggling to open an airlock. :P

Nah, Marga's trying to make a penis joke for her enjoyment while Simon is struggling not to slap some sense into these two idiots. XD

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Oh yes, please drag Marga along. I can't wait to see how long you manage to keep your arms for when you try. >D

By the way, if anyone's interested in a little fantasy action on the side @TheUnknowable has an adventure starting up which is still recruiting. If you're interested please drop over to the thread to sign up.

It's not their arms they'd have to worry about.

Nah, Marga's trying to make a penis joke for her enjoyment while Simon is struggling not to slap some sense into these two idiots. XD

Didn't he graduate summa cum laude in his training for slapping sense into people during critical mission? I'd have thought he'd have relished the opportunity to test his talents in the field. For what I've heard Marga certainly does.

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It's not their arms they'd have to worry about.

Yes, but if I said what would really get hurt it might give her ideas. Best just to keep saying 'arms' and hope she takes the hint.

Fucking hell you guys post fast. Jesus H Christ.

Fucking hell you guys post fast. Jesus H Christ.

Don't worry, they still haven't managed to actually get on the ship yet so you've still got time to grab some gear and head to the airlock.

Just to note, I'll be out of town between next Thursday 30th April and the following Monday 5th of May. Should still have online access though so will probably still be posting during that time.

Worked all day. Working all day tomorrow. Will post after. Then burn the world.

Worked all day. Working all day tomorrow. Will post after. Then burn the world.

I'll join you. In 9 hours. When my shift ends. In 9 hours.

So...I am incredibly hungover and my legs are numb from the gym. Meaning I'm here all day pretty much :D

@SimplyJohn You seem to know Mez about as well as I do (Which is awesome). Do you always invest yourself into the characters of your RPs so much?

@SimplyJohn You seem to know Mez about as well as I do (Which is awesome). Do you always invest yourself into the characters of your RPs so much?

I'm a professional writer with training in psychology. Whenever I work I tend to build up profiles for each character in my head and then let them play out the scene between them. Roleplaying like this is just good practice for my day job. :)

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I'm a professional writer with training in psychology. Whenever I work I tend to build up profiles for each character in my head and then let them play out the scene between them. Roleplaying like this is just good practice for my day job. :)

Would you happen to have any actual books floating around somewhere in the world?

Would you happen to have any actual books floating around somewhere in the world?

No, mainly my work is as a script editor and proofreader, mostly for online projects and such. Never actually been credited for the work, but the pay's quite good.

Was involved with plans for an online superhero comic a few years back where I developed the character of a bisexual cyborg superheroine with amnesia coming to terms with her sexuality and the revelation that she was a clone, which was a good challenge to write, but unfortunately the whole thing fell apart due to creative differences with the artists. ("For God's sake, she's A-cup. Stop sticking watermelons to her chest!")