Nick: *brow quirked as he notices the door to a large cavernous chamber was left hanging off its' hinges. Breezes inside, following the tracker on his Pip-Boy. A Nuka-Cola Soaker clasped in his metallic fingers*
Kitty: *bound to her stool, gnawing on a rubber ball*
Nick:... Is this really necessary?
John: *groans* A month. A solid month of trying to keep up with her antics, oh god *heaves and vomits into a bucket* Remind me to never take a trip with you again.
Kitty: *drool pooling on the floor as she scowls at him*
Nick: *yanks the gag outta her mouth*
Kitty: *sputters everywhere* Thanks, Toaster.
Nick: Don't thank me. Me and Starling got hit by some weird blast then got separated *hesitates but then proceeds to untie her* What happened to that reporter?
John: *attempts to shrug but his stomach revolts and he continues to puke*
Kitty:... Oh shit, I left him with Bravo! *clicks her claws, trying to summon a portal - furrows her brow, confused when nothing happens*... Bollocks *proceeds to scratch the back of her head*
Nick: *notices something nailed at the base of her skull* Hold still. *plucks the note off her, reading aloud* "Kitten. I warned you. Enjoy the power outtage. Signed, Albert Fucking Wesker."
Kitty: *growling under her breathe, idly making a wanking gesture with one hand whilst massaging her temple with the other* Bloody impatient little cuntsniff... *rolls her eyes and sighs* So he's holding Frank hostage. That is just so typical of him.
John: *props his head up long enough to speak* I'm surprised he didn't try it sooner, to be honest *wipes his lips*
Nick: So. What's your play?
Kitty: *shrugs* Fuck him.
John: *looking green again as he processes the thought - continues to vomit*
Kitty: *rolls her eyes* Not like that, ya pervert.
Nick: Kitty...
Kitty: Oh, shove it up your tight lil titanium ass! *rubbing her temples, ears flattened - perks up suddenly a plan hatched* We will continue on our course!
Nick:...
John: *scowls at her*
~zombie-like groaning~
Nick: *glances in the direction of the noise, then exhales deeply* Are you okay, toots?
Viv: *struggles to her feet* Well, I'm not dead and I'm seeing doubles but other than that... *shrugs, scratching her messed up hair* I regret everything.
John: *smirks* Up to and including that personal interview with West?
Viv: Bwuugh? Oh, right. That.
Nick: *gnaws his lower lip, eyes intensely focused on his business partner* I hope it wasn't too revealing.
John: Don't worry, Nicky. Only you get to see the highlight reel *winks at him*
Viv: *giggles, wiping dried dribble off her lips*
Nick: *straightens his tie - clears his throat*
Viv: What can I say, *lights herself a cigarette hanging out of her mouth* I'm a happy-go-lucky scamp.
Kitty: Squeeee! *launches herself at Viv, landing betwix her boobs*
Viv: *almost falls off the stool from the force, choking on the inhale* Dafuque?
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Topside: Realm of the Onion
Humor"'Consumed by sadness and the fallout of a now retreating fear.' That ought to be tagline for what it's like sporking this shit." ~KittyHP [A/N true to my word.] Sporking: Stones to Abbigale. A book so bad it misspells it's title character's name. A...
