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[Nods] [Salutes and continues in his line of duty]
[After a while, picks Amelia up and carries her into room wrapped in a warm towel.
[Taps on one of the cabinets, which opens in a sci-fi style explosion of various intimidating instruments, and some more ordinary] [Sits on edge of bed]
...Before I exercise better judgement, have at it. [Chuckles] Your challenge, if you choose to accept it.

Ooc: BRB I just accidentally waxed my thigh with epoxy glue. Titan building in shorts.

(IN THE ROOM, ON THE BANEBLADE) *There is a note on the hatch, that is clearly visible*

*Grins and picks up a mean looking stick*

Wonder what this does... *Pokes self on arm and a loud ZZZAAAPPPERINO is heard* ... *Amelia blinks a few times* This one. Or the frilly hand-cuffs. You choose.

OOC Ouch. Well er...Have fun?

[Raises eyebrow] I could do both, if you wish.
[Rummages in cupboard and pulls out something large, absolutely unfathomable, green, with several buttons on it] [Reads label] ...This one. If it doesn't rid me of this issue, it'll kill me and I won't care. [Swaps tools with Amelia] [Salutes]

Ooc: I ended up having to shave.

OOC: I've done that with hot glue before. Not fun

BiC:
*Perenelle, Joan, Francis and Shakespeare are filling everyone else in on why OT is not humani anymore.
BIlly and Black Hawk are both sleeping off the eating contest lying against Quetz who's snoozing himself.
Areop-Enap has been persuaded into pulling a prank on the Officers. She sneaks up under a glamour spell
OOC: Making you see something other than the Giant spider goddess. Not the fashion type
Bic: The Old Spider suddenly breaks the spell and rears high in the air terrifying several officers and send most of the horses fleeing in panic.*

Horus: AHAHAHA! THAT'LL TEACH 'EM!

OOC Ouch again.

Bic *Grins* If you say so...You first then me. Don't want you to die before I have my fun now do I? *Places item on bedside table and lies down* Have at it.

OOC I did the same to my hand with caramel. Let me tell you it hurts a GAK TONNE more than you'd expect.

*begins tinkering with the Baneblade*

*Finishes cigarette and grabs some plates for target practice*

*Rolls another cigarette*

*Walks outside*

*A dwarf in underwear walks up to WK*

Midgy: S'cuse me miss, but Amy said for no-one to touch the tank while she and Yarrick were gone. Can ye please scoot off?

*grunts*
Tell your mistress I'm fixing it. It's thrown a track in the epsilon sector

Midgy: Nono, she specifically said for nobody to tinker with it. Please leave it be. Yarrick'll determine if it has to be fixed when he gets back.

[Grins] [Flicks handcuffs onto Amelia before she has time to notice or react] [Goes back to doing the Emperor's work] [Applies stick at completely irregular intervals]
F-feth that's strong. You sure you're okay?

[Baneblade engine growls and side turret guns point at WK]
[Benny sprints over] That one isn't friendly. Just step back... slowly. I've never met an angrier tank.

Ooc: Vanden you gotta say "dwarf", mate.

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
Midgy: Nono, she specifically said for nobody to tinker with it. Please leave it be. Yarrick'll determine if it has to be fixed when he gets back.

Me mechanic. You half naked man. Understand the difference? Besides, it's been slated for repair already, so I'm doing my duty

*Dwarf runs away in shock yelling something in the language of midgets*

*Amelia is panting and pulling against the hand-cuffs*

Probably...J-Just do what you want with me, then it's your turn...

*Breathing speeds up*

*Grins and wraps legs behind Yarrick and pulls him in*

I said...Do whatever you want to me...That's your cue to do something you haven't done before...

OOC Okay, it's a dwarf named Midgy.

That is SO not politically correct...

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Grins] [Flicks handcuffs onto Amelia before she has time to notice or react] [Goes back to doing the Emperor's work] [Applies stick at completely irregular intervals]
F-feth that's strong. You sure you're okay?

[Baneblade engine growls and side turret guns point at WK]
[Benny sprints over] That one isn't friendly. Just step back... slowly. I've never met an angrier tank.

Ooc: Vanden you gotta say "dwarf", mate.

*pats the side gun gently and the tank beeps and settles down*

[Stiffens entirely] Someone's touching my tank. [Growls]
... [Flips Amelia over so she can't pull him down] [Looks at her] [Praises the God-Emperor quietly] [Works out frustration]

*Finds a safe area and throws a plate*

*In a span of a second, my gun is empty, reloaded, and the plate is dust fluttering in the wind*

Hmmm...

*Takes a drag from cigarette*

Y-You should've asked a-AHges ago!

*Tenses up and gasps*

[Applies taser carefully] [Chuckles at reaction]
Remember we need you conscious, babe.

[Baneblade swivels turrets uncertainly and grumbles]

*continues patting it and whispering soothingly*

*Continues panting and yelping*

I-if you stop...I'll fething c-castrate you...

[Snarls] You giving me orders? [Laughs] [Thinks back and recites the "Authentic phrases" mentioned in the toy catalogue]

[Butter Tank rolls over and starts trying to nudge WK away] [Fires gentle balls of confetti at her]

*Keeps turning plates into dust*

*Runs out of plates*

*Walks over to bar and drinks from mug*

*Buries head into pillows to muffle pleasure yelps*

*Tenses up again*

OOC I picture the Baneblade as a old, moody-assed 'feth-off' cat now, whereas the Butter Tank is like, a cute, friendly tabby.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Snarls] You giving me orders? [Laughs] [Thinks back and recites the "Authentic phrases" mentioned in the toy catalogue]

[Butter Tank rolls over and starts trying to nudge WK away] [Fires gentle balls of confetti at her]

*gently pats the Butter Tank and whispers soothingly again before returning to the Baneblade*

[Smiles, dials up the stun baton and hits Amelia right as she tenses] B-bloody hell-f-fire. [Convulses at second-hand shock]

Ooc: Butter Tank's machine spirit is I think a Labrador. It used to play fetch with Knarlocs.

*Scream is still heard even though it was muffled*

*Body rises up and down for a few seconds*

*Breathing returns to normal*

Okay...Keep going...

Ra: You know we have a gun range right? You didn't need to shoot our dishes up

I cry your pardon, I had no clue..

*Downs mug of beer *

I am sure there is a way to repay for the dishes.. and you are?

Ra: I'm Ra, second in command to Nick. Great Elder and once worshipped in egypt

Well-met I am Roland Deschain of Gilead.

*Fills mug and drinks*

Long days and pleasant nights, to you friend.