Because I needed one. And my brain finally reminded me to make one.

So, yeah. Comments screened, etc. How's my driving?

Mmph ... Hunh ...?

A- ah ... Master ... have we been sleeping?

[thunk of something--like maybe a forehead--hitting a desk] Data-freeze. Again. Dammit; I've been sitting at my desk for a week and now I'm behind on paperwork. At least I didn't wake up in a dress.

Alright. So before I step outside my room, what did I miss this time?

[clatter as the D-Comm hits the floor and turns on]

Unngh ...

[quick, hitching breathing and the sound of someone shifting in bed]

... Master?

[more rustling; the breathing quickens; it's almost gasping, really. Someone whimpers.]

M- Master?! WAKE UP!

Hnng--

[a choked gasp and the sound of bed-springs moving as someone shoots upright, and then ragged ( Read more... )

[user not found]

Hmn.

Master?

Hal didn't turn up for his shift this evening ... I guess he's not going to.

MASTER MASTER MASTERMASTERMASTER~

What the--?!

*Draca used Flying Tackle Attack! At least Lance manages to catch her ...*

HRRYYYLL~!

Wait, Hoosh--OOF! [sound of someone hitting the floor, followed a split-second later by something else slamming on the floor]

We love you, Master~ *snuggling into his side. and ignoring the fact that he's flat on his back ( Read more... )

[sounds of blunted swords clashing, before there's a smack on flesh and a yelp]

You're dropping your elbow again. Keep it up--and don't step out so far on the second form--like this ...

[sort-of silence for a while, except for some harder-than-usual breathing, then:]

Got that?

Alright.

Okay. We'll run straight through the entire series, this time. Ready ( Read more... )

[locked to Hyperion/friends who may've heard Draca's SOS]

Back. Still on recommended bed-rest, but m'fine.

[locked to security staff]

A potential hostile had the Hyperion under the surveillance for a week. Apparently no one noticed.

We're working on observational skills during training for the immediate future.

[locked to Bruno]

...

Thank you.

[fail!locked to Hyperion/DATS]

Help! We were attacked and Master's hurt, he needs help ... they might come back!

[attached: location somewhere in Neon]

Mast-- MASTER, STAY AWAKE!

Hng ...

(( OOC: Rescuers are already lined up, btw. ))

[locked to security staff +Lorne]

It's taken a while, but we've now got some proper mountable armaments for the Hotel in the form of Cannon Beemon Nitro Stinger scans.

They'll be held in the armory when not in use, only to be signed out in the event of an assault on the Hotel. We've only got five of them and they'll only last thirty minutes apiece, ( Read more... )

[slight rustle and sigh as if from someone who's just woken up from a very long and deep sleep.

There is blinking. Lots of it. Strangely, Lance's last memory was stepping out of his shower, not being in the lobby.

Looking down: he's fairly sure he did not put that on afterward. And his eyelashes feel heavy. Swipe of the hand over his face shows he's ( Read more... )