That's me, the one in the mask. -- No, the other one in the mask.

[p_p_p_pow]

No matter what time you're from, there's something deeply alarming about a tank driving up to where you're staying. Whether you're military or civilian, post-apocalyptic or pre-modern, there's something disturbing about a vehicle big enough to crush the average car and with enough firepower to take out a small building. And if you've never

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[namedafteradog]

Here's a certain archaeologist, surveying her rather bemusedly. "I don't think I want you to knock, honey," he says wryly, and tips his hat back some. "Where're you from?"

[p_p_p_pow]

The question merits a nosewrinkle-- she grew up in the middle of nowhere, after all, but she can trace her background. "Former property of WP HQ," says Rebecca brightly, dropping to the ground and leaning against the tank's treads. "Current adopted Ripper and danger to society." She grabs his hand and shakes enthusiastically. "Nice to meet ya!"

[namedafteradog]

"Uh-huh." He makes a note to look those up later, if he can, and offers her a mostly polite grin. "Indiana Jones."

[p_p_p_pow]

"Indi-ana Jones," she repeats, tapping her finger against her lips. "Indiana Jones. Nope, doesn't ring a bell, don't think I know you." Still, she extends a dirty hand for a kiss. "Friends call me Tank Girl. You can call me Tank Girl."

[namedafteradog]

"I keep to myself." In the library, mostly. But he does kiss her hand. Dirty and partially bald she may be, but she's still a lady. (Sort of.) "You can call me Indy."

[p_p_p_pow]

Lady? Oh, God, no. She's just a girl. A girl with a tank, a vendetta against the establishment, and a penchant for killing assholes. "Indy," she repeats, pleased by the handkiss. "Well, you can call me Becky, if you really want to. Anything good to do around here?"

[namedafteradog]

"I spend most of my time in the library," he admits, a tad sheepishly. "But there's a beach, obviously, and a pretty good kitchen -- a bar, too, if you're interested." Why no, that is not a Charming Smile.

[p_p_p_pow]

This? This is a brightening Rebecca. "Bar? Ooh, hey, I could have some good times with that." Especially since she used all her beer on destroying an evil semi-mechanical villain. She offers him her arm and strikes a pose, angling toward inside. "Join me? I could use a drink."