2725/My stars and Garters
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| My stars and Garters | |
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| Date of Scene: | 06 October 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Balder Odinson, Molly Millions
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- Balder Odinson has posed:
He's Odin's son. His youngest son. Arguably his mother's favorite. Of course Balder has quarters on the Odinship. They are small, by royal standards. Mostly a bed, a privy, a sink, and a wardrobe. At least it is a bed though. The bed is warm. It's also occupied. Balder awakens to the gentle rocking of the ship. He slides up a little. He is disoriented for a moment. How did he get here? His blue eyes peer about, and alight on the body next to him. That is not who he might have hoped it would be.
His armor is over there. Oh. Damn.
He peels back the covers a little. It is as he feared.
"By Odin's beard." He softly swears and actually ponders this for a moment. Should he risk waking whomever it is, they are? up? Or should he let them wake up or, in for a penny, in for a pound?
This is not the first time this has happened.
- Balder Odinson has posed:
He's Odin's son. His youngest son. Arguably his mother's favorite. Of course Balder has quarters on the Odinship. They are small, by royal standards. Mostly a bed, a privy, a sink, and a wardrobe. At least it is a bed though. The bed is warm. It's also occupied. Balder awakens to the gentle rocking of the ship. He slides up a little. He is disoriented for a moment. How did he get here? His blue eyes peer about, and alight on the body next to him. That is not who he might have hoped it would be.
His armor is over there. Oh. Damn.
He peels back the covers a little. It is as he feared.
"By Odin's beard." He softly swears and actually ponders this for a moment. Should he risk waking whomever it is, they are? up? Or should he let them wake up or, in for a penny, in for a pound?
This is not the first time this has happened.
- Molly Millions has posed:
It's the sound of a voice. A male voice, even, that brings Molly's eyes open. Seek, focus, and then the mother of all hangovers decides to plant a planet sized boot in the back of her head that makes her head swim and results in her squeezing her eyes shut again. A second attempt is made after a moment, just one eye this time that elects to focus on him and endeavor to place just why he is familiar. Dancing. There was dancing. And colors, and... she runs a hand through her hair and elects to settle for...
"I hope you've got coffee. Or mead." because that's the first concern, of course. And only belatedly that they seem to be on a ship and that there's an annoying light flashing in the corner of her left eye that's been trying to alert her for forever that some systems are offline right now. Slowly she stretches, the machine's assessment is one thing, it's another to feel every ache in the motion of muscle.
- Balder Odinson has posed:
He's very naked as she stretches. Very naked. Balder freezes He slowly nods, and leans over to reach for a mug. He fumbles a bit, and then he holds an oversized stein towards her. It's heavy and about half full of room temperature mead. Maybe slightly cooler. It is cool in the room, now that the blanket is disturbed and he isn't cradling you close.
She's probably woken up to more rude folks, but balder does not seem to have quite the same shame threshold as baseline humans of the 21st century. He clears his throat. "Hair of the dog, aye?" He pushes a hand through his hair. "Lady Molly." he has such a deep bass voice. At least he is trying to keep it quiet. He clears his throat. "Balder." he addresses himself; as if he is trying to remind her who he is.
- Molly Millions has posed:
Molly's likewise so, the ugly pink of the scar that trails down the left side of her body nor her present state something she appears overly concerned about. She sits upright with a heavy breath and rests her elbows on her knees before the cold starts to creep in and she elects to half pull the blanket up over her as she accepts the mug,"Thor's brother." she acknowledges with a dip of her head, followed by the briefest snort of laughter and a shake of her head that is immediately regretted,"It's just Molly, Balder.." she pauses as she cradles the mug in her hands, no doubt dwarfed by its side and gets around to,"...are we on some kind of ship? How... when, did we get here?" because that's far more important than where she's woken up, even if there's no pretense at shyness in the way she eyes him before taking a swig of the mead. To un-gum her mouth, and... well, maybe take the edge off of her headache.
- Balder Odinson has posed:
"I would be lying if I said I knew when, My lady Molly. manners are important. They are what allows on to get through awkward times." He gives her a little look. His sigh is faint, but content. "A great deal of mead was consumed by all. more perhaps, than is healthy." He seems unaffected. "I might have taken advantage of thee. For that, I am sorry. I know tis a small word, but I assure thee the sentiment is real. My mind is clouded. So I cannot recall whose idea it was to see if we.." he sort of gestures about. "Regardless. I was drunk, thou wert."
- Molly Millions has posed:
There's an acknowledging noise from Molly, for all the grimace at the 'lady'. There's another drink from the mead, well, a sip, really, because after all, she doesn't want to just get herself plastered immediately again. Still, there's a moment of puzzlement before she laughs, and then regrets it, to judge from the way she folds over and let's the reverbration pass.
"Massive quantities, apparently enough that I've shorted out a few things and my nanites are..." the left eye is left closed, and then she coughs,"busy." she opts for,"And of the few things that I'm reasonably certain of, you not taking advantage of me is one of them. But I reckon that in the least the ship for formality has sort of... sailed." she can't help the dry smile that crosses her lips at the hungover attempt at a joke, schluffing carefully forward so she can try to at least spot where her vest and pants might have ended up.
"I've... had worse... but... really, just... relax, okay? There's no need to make this... well, any awkwarder at least." she tilts her head to one, cracking her neck and closing her eyes again,"My chronometer's not picking up a feed at the moment, but apparently it's about ten a.m. in Madripoor at least."
- Balder Odinson has posed:
"Well. That is.. good to know?" Balder asks. he stands up, and moves to get her clothes. He has no shame, at least tat the moment. But then, built like he is? Regardless, he hands her all her clothes, and then turns about, as if appreciating that she might have a need for modesty. "Well. I am glad that thou art not angry. I, erm." Balder clears his throat. "Thou art quite bendy, and not my usual type. Thou wert not my worst either, lady Molly." He says it as delicately as he can.
"In fact, thou wert quite enough to thoroughly distract me from our little expedition and where we ended up."
- Molly Millions has posed:
Molly's also in the 'no shame' department, and doesn't even pretend to look away. She's not got the kind of physique ever to make her a great beauty, all lean lines and mostly hard edges, even without that angry pink scar where someone had a pretty good go at killing her once upon a universe ago. But there's only a snort from her when he turns away, the mug set aside with a muted 'thanks' so she can at least pull her vest on.
She's trying not to laugh, she shouldn't, it hurts, as the groan that is uttered attests as she wiggles at least into her under things and offers,"There. Does that help?" and collects the mug again, gingerly placing her feet on the floor like that might help stop the gentle rocking from messing with her any further.
"Right. Asgardian." she offers with a quiet sigh, opening her eyes and tilting her head back before she gives in to the need to chuckle, at least,"Not angry. No. And I'm not going to start following you around like some love-struck teenager, either, so... it's okay. Really. It's okay. Just... leave it off the list of brags, yeh? We're good. And I... don't remember either. There was the hall, and the mead, I remember that, and food. And singing... ah hell, there was definitely singing... but after that... nothing. And normally that wouldn't be a problem, except that apparently Asgardian mead causes data corruption and there's... static and then, nothing."