No Event | Variable Aphro | Target Practice

[riddickjr]

It had been awhile since she'd let loose. And an even longer while it seemed, since the Hotel had given her a day when it didn't screw with her wardrobe. For the moment, she was grateful the she'd been afforded the comfort of her own clothes again. For however long that lasted. She was dressed in her low slung canvas pants, a sleeveless singlet the

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[mr_chekov]

The young navigator was in a completely and utterly foul mood. She had woken up that morning in a dress that most certainly wasn't hers and wouldn't come off either, despite all of her attempts to remove it. So to calm her irritation she had left her room in search of the nearest person causing trouble so she could yell at them. But something else had caught her attention instead.

Pasha had been fascinated by the sound of things bumping about in the room to leave it alone, her curiosity pulling her back to the same location everytime she talked herself into leaving. 'Bedsides' She had thought to herself. 'What if there's a person in there in need of assistance? after that thought she had been dead set on helping whoever was inside, even tailing back to her own room to pick up her phaser, strapping the belt with her holster on around the tiny waist of the dress

[kyracons]

Kyra hadn't been watching the door. Sure, not everyone in the Hotel was friendly, but she was busy at the moment. And besides, even if she didn't notice the door opening, she sure as hell would have noticed if someone was moving close enough to attack. When Pasha spoke though, she seemed to jerk in surprise, her hand blurring for an instant. A blade whizzed angrily through the air, impacting loudly in the offending target, knocking it off its perch on the table. There. All better.

Turning, she was about to give the girl a piece of her mind, when she noticed just what Pasha was wearing. For a long moment, she simply kept silent, tilting her head at the outfit as the corners of her lips twitched upward ever so slightly. Finally though, she seemed to have herself under control enough to speak without bursting into laughter.

"You know, you didn't need to get all dressed up for little old me."

[mr_chekov]

"In that case I shall just hawe to take it off then, shall I?" Pasha stood up, fluttering her eyelashes, with a beatific smile crossing her face. She was well aware of how to use her cuteness when she really had to but that swiftly turned into an irritated grimace as her demeanor changed.

"Bite me, Kyra." Pasha made a rude hand gesture to accompany her vicious scowl and swiftly colouring cheeks. The dress hadn't come off despite the multitude of ways she'd tried to get rid of it, even attempting to burn it at one point to find the damned thing was inflammable. "I can't take it off, you know how this damned place is." She batted down the poofed up skirt again, there were petticoats for goodness sake and they evidently disliked allowing Pasha to have control of them. Although, she supposed, clothes were better then none.

[kyracons]

There was a moment where the convict simply blinked at the sudden change. She'd suspected that the little navigator was bipolar for quite awhile, but it had never been much more than an amusing thought. Maybe she should have started looking into it a little more. Pasha's moods sure seemed to change quickly enough. Despite herself, she found herself grinning at the thought.

"Well, since you asked so nice." She took a few steps closer, ignoring the hand gesture and parting her lips, baring her teeth as if she were about to bite into the girl. AT those next words however, she paused, pulling a shiv from god-knows-where, twirling it around a finger quickly. "Well, maybe it just needs the right kind of persuasion, huh?" Smirking she held the blade close to one of the dress' buttons. "Wanna try it out?" She knew just how the Hotel could be when it came to clothes, she'd been in the situation before after all. Still, that didn't make it any less amusing.