Marik stammered. "I-I'm sorry, Una. The door was un-locked, I just wanted to check you out-I mean check up on you." He decided to try being helpful and gave her the towel. "H-here you go. Sorry."
Support Gravitaz on Kickstarter!Karas'Nemus Nar'Verte made his way to the room he had set up for himself. It was one of the few places where Karas could remove his helmet and body suit, being a high pressure chamber which constantly moved air outward while recycling clean air back to him. This was his private chamber on the ship, smallish, yes, but he was used to that. He rubbed his scalp, and the small sensitive quills on his neck. And with that, pulled out a can of dextro-protein paste, and ate his breakfast.
"And you brought a little friend." Una said, wrapping the towel around herself. Crisis averted, for now. That said, she was noticing she had a couple of unkind words in store for Marik right now, but she'd be nice. "That's probably best." She said. "But I would take it as a kindness if knocking became a thing we do from now on." She adjusted the towel.
Liveblog | DeadblogMarik nodded, still trying his best to keep his eyes on hers. Damnit, Aiden was right about the breasts... "S-sounds good to m-me, Una. Umm," he thought hard, trying to remember why he'd come in. Not for the... the nudity, that's for sure - KEEP THOSE EYES UP, MISTER! "I'll just leave now, okay? Talk to you later, y'know, after we both change." Looking at his fellow turian, he said, "Let's talk outside, eh, Danari?"
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Support Gravitaz on Kickstarter!"Or, you could turn your back?" suggested Danari. "Just throwing it out there. I can wait." he said, stepping outside.
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It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.Jordan waved back. "Got fed up with your work?" He tapped his omni-tool again and the faint sounds of a shotgun firing could be heard
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Una nodded. "We will. Now go see if you can patch up Kate's boy-toy." She said, waving before turning and heading to the shower. It wasn't much of a shower, but considering she was on a rather cramped spaceship, she couldn't find it in her heart to complain. It was an unfamiliar sensation.
Liveblog | DeadblogMarik shook his head. "No, no we should leave Una alone so that she can clean her... get cleaned and changed and everything. Besides, its rude to show your back to people. See you, Una!" He awkwardly waved and rushed out the door, shutting it as he did. Glad that's over... "So, Danari, what did you want to see me about?"
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Support Gravitaz on Kickstarter!Jordan shrugged. "The omni-tool enabler made it look a lot better. And it's still pretty fun. It's like Galaxy of Fantasy, only it's not an MMO and it has shotguns and sniper rifles instead of longbows and axes. Hold on..."
Indeed, once he enabled the program, the game looked a whole lot better.
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""That's more like it," said Deimos, nodding in approval. He took a seat. "I haven't played Galaxy of Fantasy in a while. Doesn't seem as exciting now that I'm out there in actual combat." he laughed. "Of course, it's always a great alternative to... that," he said, pointing towards Jordan's head wound and frowning slightly.
Nothing to see here. Move along.Jordan nodded. "Yeah. That one was just caused by the trauma the bullet had when it slammed into the Death Mask."
A wave of skags ran towards him, which he quickly gunned down with his shotgun. "Apparently the developers of this game stopped counting the number of guns they had around the time they hit seventeen million."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Nice, he's being rather approachable! Don't ruin it! Also, stop picturing Una's body. NOW. Marik nodded. "Sure thing, go ahead."
Support Gravitaz on Kickstarter!After spraying his face with the face cleaning gel (Ancestors did that stuff burn), before placing the helmet back on his head, and heading out of the clean room, back to the main quarters. He walked, until he crossed Marik's path, who seemed to be running away from the showers. He cordially greeted him, before heading to go check the simulator. Maybe he could run that physics puzzle game that he'd found a copy of on the extranet.
"Yeah. Apparently the devs input materials, gun parts, and gun types, let a procedural generation system run itself and make all the weapon types, automatically sort out what was impossible... yep. Mind-blowing indeed. But most of it is shit."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Una, who was turned partially towards the door, hurried to cover herself as best she could, it was a matter of priorities, and she was starting to see the appeal of clothes. "Marik, bosh'tet don't you knock?" She said, reaching for her towel, which wasn't very easy given her current position.
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