} 046 - VIDEO - PUBLIC - Amanda just rolled a +5 endowment check

[creatingalegacy]

So I smashed one of the little winged bastards with a book. Didn't kill it, but I knocked it out of the air.

[Amanda is standing in her room, one arm crossed tightly over her chest while her free hand holds her communicator out before her. Unfortunately, this attempt to hide the effects of this flood doesn't obscure the fact that her (as per usual)

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[with_my_teacup]

I got some bandages if you need to strap those down. [Riddick is frowing, through his pretty pretty makeup; there's a noticeable lack of leer. Being under constant attack from little hominid bugs? Not the time for ogling.]

[creatingalegacy]

I just fuckin' might. How the fuck would I even run or fight without it hurting like hell?

[with_my_teacup]

What floor you on? I'll swing by, in case.

Private

[creatingalegacy]

Level 8, room 11.

Private-> Spam?

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick grabs his roll of bandages -- grabbed those after the damn vampire attack-- and a clean shirt, because it'll be a tent on her but it's better than nothing. Makes a futile attempt to take off the pink feather boa. A fairy giggle and it appears right around his neck again. At least it hides the bite marks. Then he heads for deck 8 ]

Re: Private-> Spam?

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda, meanwhile, is trying to assess her shirt. She wonders if it'll end up permanently stretched out, and assumes it will.

Dammit.

She really likes this shirt.]

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

[There's a knock on the door. Ding-dong, it's the most fabulous felon on the barge.]

Re: Spam

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda answers the door with one arm still tightly across her chest, and doesn't open it all the way. Like hell she's giving anyone an up-close glance at her chest until she's taken care of the situation. She looks Riddick up and down and decides he's probably not the creepiest guy who could have made the offer.]

You got the bandages?

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

[He holds up the shirt and bandages.

Blah blah blah emotionless felon, blah blah blah if anybody fucks with young people he has to murder them. It's sad, really.]

Here. Hopefully they don't decide this feather shit goes with it. [He flicks the end of his boa.]

Re: Spam

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda wasn't going to mention the girly accoutrements, but now that he's already brought it up...]

What did you do to piss them off?

[She reaches out her hand for the bandages.]

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

[He hands over the bundle of cloth.]

I ghosted a couple. Not hard, but you kill a few and they swarm.

Re: Spam

[creatingalegacy]

I wish I'd managed to kill mine. Came damn close.

[She takes the roll of bandage and slips it into her pants pocket.]

So...thanks.

[Awkward pause.]

I'm gonna...go now.

[And strap the monsters clinging to her chest right the fuck down.]

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick gives a little mock-salute. It's twinkly. Acid Glitter Green nails.]

Take care.

Re: Spam

[creatingalegacy]

Yeah, you too.

[She shuts the door and immediately gets to work.]