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Post by Evangeline on Mar 4, 2009 23:06:21 GMT -5
"Ah, you said it." Ariana tossed her head and stretched herself carefully in respect to the humans and others working around her. She took a careful glance around to see that the woman she was already thinking of as "Captain C*ckblocker" wasn't around. To her relief, Arataki was nowhere in sight at the moment. The boss was, however. He was touching down in the LZ with his own scout crew. They would be third in line behind the others, but Thorne was not the sort who really pulled rank or relied on standing. Nor did he particularly care what employees did on their own time as long as it didn't affect their work.
Ariana turned back to Gideon. "And I'm starving too. This just takes it right out of me in every way."
Rihanna and Cyrus were in other stalls, washing the day out of their hair. Rihanna was singing, going through her store of "hash songs". She had been, at one point or another, involved with several chapters, or "Kennels" of "Hash House Harriers", including one at the Carsverse-based institution where she had received some post-secondary schooling. She prided herself on being one of the swiftest and most elusive "hares" in this loosely knit network of "social running" clubs whose main recreation ostensibly consisted of a variation on the "paper chase" game. In reality, it also consisted of much post-run drinking and singing of songs - the more raunchy, tasteless and disgusting they were, the better. Presently, she was going through the third verse of "The Good Ship Venus." Her "hash name" was "RCH" and the prudish, uptight or faint of heart were better off not asking what that stood for!
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Post by elizar on Mar 5, 2009 5:07:12 GMT -5
"Don't worry, you'll have some fuel once the scrubdown is over." Gideon said as his cleaning crew was finishing him up. He was swept with Geiger counters and given the a-okay. On his way to the makeshift lounge for aircraft, he brushed by her in a physical flirting/teasing manner.
Jonathan chuckled low when he heard Rihanna. This wasn't the first concert she had held in communal shower. After rinsing, he took a Geiger counter to himself. He had been schooled in how to use it, so he knew that he was clean. "Anyone know what kind of grub we get from our beloved government today?"
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 5, 2009 13:48:08 GMT -5
Ariana responded with a light flick of her tongue across Gideon's cheek and a subtle shifting of rotor blades to the opposite side, an "opening" signal. "Sounds good to me. And so do you." She smirked as she heard the singing that was filtering back from the humans' shower facilities. "Nothing like a little "mood music."
Cyrus grunted as he wrapped a towel around his hips. "Hope it's not beans n' motherf*ckers again. I'd f*cking kill for a good lasagna right now." Blushing modesty and polite language were rarely found among seasoned relic hunters. Rihanna, still humming a bawdy tune, was towelling off at the other end of the stall row before dressing.
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Post by elizar on Mar 5, 2009 14:06:40 GMT -5
Their shift was over now, and they were two among four helicopters so the chance to get leftovers was marginal. And the opening signal had been subtle, but Gideon noticed it. "Which dinner would you like first?" He asked her and gently nibbled her, in case she didn't get what he was saying.
Some of the humans there part of support crew just looked at the pair from the corner of their eyes. Few of them had heard about Gideon, but hadn't seen him before. They shared a 'How the hell does he do it?' look between each other.
Jonathan dressed himself up, going for some light clothing even though he would have to change once the sun would set. "I would want a whole brisket, boiled in water for five hours with seasoning, brown sugar goo glazed on it, and the main side is slices of pineapple."
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 5, 2009 14:22:45 GMT -5
"You." Ariana responded by gently "blowing out" through her nostrils. "Jen will keep us something, she's good that way." The Agusta angled her head slightly towards the taurcat as she passed by.
"Oh man, you're breaking my heart!" Cyrus moaned. "Makes me think about chowing down at Sully's Rib House once we get back to civilization again."
Rihanna was finally dressed, coming up in light cotton pedal pushers and a well-aged orange T-shirt with "Ash Mountain Hashers" on the front and "I'm a Drinker with a Running Problem" on the back. Her wavy red hair fell dark and damp over her shoulders. "Let's go get some vittles."
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Post by elizar on Mar 5, 2009 14:32:19 GMT -5
Gideon chuckled as he felt the air. He did a slight 'follow me' signal. He had been around for longer and scouted, so he knew of a spot. He didn't really want to know if he could drive her crazy enough that she wouldn't care about doing it in private or not.
He spooled up at the takeoff zone and waited on Ariana.
Miles laughed. "Well, now you're not thinking about the lasagna anymore." He said still chuckling. He heard Gideon's rotor coming on. "His shift's over, so I guess he has Amara in his pocket now."
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 5, 2009 15:03:44 GMT -5
"Heh." Rihanna said. "If the least of the gossip is to be believed, Ariana has some pretty wild "bedroom skills" herself." She looked towards the mess tent, and took a whiff. "I hope that's what it smells like. Fried chicken."
Ariana lifted off after Gideon, "OK, handsome, show me the way."
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Post by elizar on Mar 5, 2009 15:16:43 GMT -5
"Oh yes." Jonathan said. "Actual meat." He went inside the tent and quickly found his way to the table with loads of chicken. He grabbed few legs and breasts along with bottled water. "I haven't had chicken in ages."
It was only couple of miles away. It was away from any ruined cities or towns, but had a small man-made cliff, remains of some resort from long time ago. While they weren't far enough away from DC to be surrounded by the trees, there were some here and there, enough to give a sense of nature.
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 5, 2009 15:48:25 GMT -5
"Nice enough." Ariana nodded with approval after landing. The trees had taken about thirty years to grow back from the "cold years", and were not much above 15-20 feet in height. "And I can actually hear birds singing."
"I suppose we should apologize to the chickens." Rihanna said as she took a few pieces and a side dish of grits and gravy and creamed corn.
"Why?" Cyrus asked, though already regretting the impulse.
"Well..." Rihanna sat down, "If someone had had their greasy hands all over your breasts and thighs, you'd want an apology too!"
Cyrus groaned in fake agony. "Bad one."
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Post by elizar on Mar 5, 2009 16:26:09 GMT -5
"Pretty quiet spot, aside from the birds." Gideon said and moved in. She smelled ready, even for the commentary on the surroundings.
Jonathan just chuckled as he bit into one of the legs.
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 5, 2009 16:35:05 GMT -5
Ariana smiled and gave Gideon a nuzzle that culimnated into a playful flick of the tongue. There was no one else around for miles, not that she could hear or smell. "Though it might get a little noisier by and by."
"Guess Gideon took off with Ariana." Rihanna noted. "Guess they're gonna have each other for dinner."
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Post by elizar on Mar 5, 2009 16:49:57 GMT -5
"While the rest of us usually have to be content with the three dates rule. Gideon works with the three hours rule." Jonathan said.
Gideon moved in closer. He was always better at flirting and teasing physically than with words or acting. He had wondered about that some time ago, as it supported some theories that his sexual prowess was in some way influenced by change in the jumping genes.
But now, that was far away from his mind.
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 5, 2009 17:07:42 GMT -5
Ariana rubbed her cheek along Gideon's body, and began to nibble in a way that suggested much experience, and a definite direction in mind...
"Or three minutes." Cyrus snorted in mirth.
"Oh, I heard something about Ariana too." Rihanna grinned. "The ground support people who've known her for a while say she has good... uh... "reflex control." Take that to mean whatever you want."
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Post by elizar on Mar 5, 2009 17:12:40 GMT -5
"I missed that one." Jonathan said. Gossip was one of the vital functions with relic hunters, who usually didn't get much news at all. "So she's equal to Gideon? The female counterpart?"
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 5, 2009 17:21:31 GMT -5
"At least in skills." Rihanna shrugged. "Some say she was quite the party girl in college, and she told them quite frankly that she could "keep a guy going" as long as she wanted. It could be quite the contest between them."
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