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Messages - Rebecca Walsh

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The Verse / Re: Fixin' Stuff That Needs Fixin'
« on: June 17, 2017, 07:56:29 PM »
Alright. I’ll sit here lookin’ pretty while you work.” She agreed although it bothered her somewhat to be useless for the time being. She set herself comfortable, feet propped up and hands behind her head. From where she was, she could watch him work and whenever he would look toward her, he’d get an eyeful of her slender form as well. She wished that the crew had this kind of leave more often. Rebecca felt like she could use some. Being on the surface of a planet did not have the same feel as artificial gravity. It might just be in her head, but… It felt comfortable being on the surface of the planet, and safe too.

Rebecca snorted when he started talking about body “maintenance”. She clearly didn’t buy it. “Like you, I’ve got my own two hands to take care of business. There ain’t no stress there. Nah, but sometimes I do wonder. With all the time we spend up there, if I ain’t missin’ out on the whole house, husband and kids experience. I still got time for that, but it’s naggin’ at me every once in a while. ” She said and sighed, but it wasn’t a depressed sigh. It was a comfortable in that chair, being on vacation and stress free kind of sigh.

Talkin’ men’s something I prefer to do with other women. No offense to your good ears.” She said and chuckled, then she pondered his next words and there it was again, the hint that they could do something physical and interesting. “Bert, did you shave because of what I said in the galley the other day?” She asked point blank. She wanted to know, because the idea that he might have made her feel both flattered and guilty. Flattered because it showed a definite interest in her, but guilty because he had gotten rid of something that he obviously liked for her. Unless growing his beard had been just laziness and no will to shave, but regardless; she wasn’t too sure on how to feel about it.

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The Verse / Re: Fixin' Stuff That Needs Fixin'
« on: June 02, 2017, 11:31:57 PM »
Oh I heard alright. I told -you- that I can’t help with the thruster, ‘cause I wouldn’t know what to look for. I ain’t the mechanic of this boat.” She said, wondering if they were both speaking the same language, because it sure seemed like they didn’t even though they both seemed to believe they stated the obvious. She remained sprawled in her seat, feet propped up while Bert did his thing. Her bag was still packed, and she wanted to book at room at one of the small, cheap but clean bed and breakfast. She wanted to sleep in a real bed, in a real room, and hopefully in a real house, rather than a tower of room with noisy tenants.

That kinda likin’? Oh no. Ain’t that kind. I think the captain has a thing for the doc. Chloe’s no same-team player, nope. Sometime, when we go in a town together, we talk men like two teenagers with ragin’ hormones. I guess that’s what spendin’ that much time in space can do to two healthy young women. Pretty sure blondie will be out lookin’ for a decent hunk for a bit of relief. Looks like she could use it, too.” She said, roguish smile on her lips, and she straightened a little in her seat when she stretched her slender, delicate body lazily.

Grab your swim trunks, your towel and I’ll bring the sunscreen to the party. I really hope there’s a quiet, secluded spot somewhere on that beach. Ain’t it bad that I seek to avoid people – strangers, mainly, you are quite welcome – as much as possible while we’re planet side?” She couldn’t help but to think that she ought to be out already, and hunting for a decent mate for her vacation. Thing was, there was a pretty good potential right here, in this shuttle, and she was quite willing to see where that would head before she sought out a stranger for some intimacy.

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The Verse / Re: Fixin' Stuff That Needs Fixin'
« on: May 27, 2017, 04:09:19 PM »
I’m sacrificin’ a couple of hours of a much deserved vacation to help you get yours as fast as possible, and you’re tellin’ me the best I can do is sit and look pretty? If you really don’t need me, I’ll head to the beach while the sun’s still high. And can’t tell what’s wrong with thrusters, when I ain’t got a clue what it looks like when it’s right.” She said, taking his words as something of a dismissal. Maybe she had taken his willingness to trim on the hair as not specific to her, but more trying to broaden the number of ladies who might be interested in sharing his time?

I trust Talia. The other one… Jury’s still out.” Becca said as she went and sat back into her pilot seat. She stretched her legs and landed the heel of her boots on the edge of the co-pilot’s seat. She wasn’t one to sit all straight and proper unless there was a reason to. With no higher ups with them now, sprawling comfortably, legs propped up, appeared to be the way to go. She tried not to have an opinion of crew members before she had an opportunity to get to know them at least a little.

Pretty much. Ain’t every weekend we can kill time at the beach. We discussed that already, you offered to help me with sunscreen, remember? If I can find somewhere quiet enough, I might try to get a tan without bikini top tan lines…” She said with a crooked smile. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  “What about you? Any plans?” She asked, trying to see if he would make good on his words and keep her company a bit, or if he would go on the hunt for an easier, less picky conquest.

She had no real illusion regarding Bert. She figured that she was one of the few ladies on board of the Goldhound who would not poke a hole in him, or rip him a new one for flirting and that the man enjoyed a flirt. She knew that she wasn’t ugly, but that didn’t mean that she was every man’s ideal of beauty either. He was cute and fun to have around, but it wasn’t like she had a crush on him or anything… right?

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: May 23, 2017, 06:36:49 PM »
It’s a place that is used to tourists, Emma. I’m sure you’ll find a place real quick if you just look around.” She said, with a broad smile. The excitement of getting out of the ship, planet side, walking in the sand and possibly forcibly take a gulp of sea water… She was finally letting it show in a more than a “kick back and chill” kind of way. As piloting required, Rebecca had solid nerves, and it took a lot to put her off balance. She also had an outstanding focus. But now that work was truly behind her, she would allow her more relaxed nature to come out.

Rebecca waved a hand to the XO as she left the shuttle, “See you in 70 hours” And no before  if she had her way. She had nothing against the XO, she was pretty cool actually. Just like she had nothing against Emma. Except that now she had the opportunity of spending 70 hours away from anything work related, and she would certainly take it. It was a small town, though, they were bound to bump into each other and it wouldn’t upset Rebecca or anything. She was just not going to go out of her way to meet with them. A few days without sharing canned air would be awesome.

Bert was the exception.

Rebecca’s hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck, something that was easier to do now that he had cut his hair significantly shorter. Her fingers brushed against the skin of his neck, and she turned to him. “So, where do we start, boss? I promise to be real helpful so you can get your vacation time soon.” She said, trying to get work out of the way, so they could head to the beach and do the beach thing.

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: May 11, 2017, 11:05:27 PM »
Rebecca chuckled when she heard the exchange between Emma and Talia regarding language. Few spoken things bothered her. Swear, talk about sex, whatever. She had been around men who were more than just “rough around the edges” so she had had to grow a thick skin or else she would have stopped being a pilot for anything short of big, fancy ship, and she wouldn’t fit there any more either.

Willin’ to gather somewhere for the last meal before we go back. Meet here three hours before lift off? We’ll see if one of us has found anythin’ worth eatin’ around here. I ain’t goin’ shoppin’ Emma, can’t help you there, mate.” She offered, getting off her pilot seat to stretch her body as if to evacuate some tension and stress in her back and shoulders.  She was sure that there was at least one place that was worth a stop to stuff her face on real food before returning on the Goldhound. The garden offered a serious upgrade to some previous employments who had her live off disgusting rations, but restaurant-quality meals? And she had quite a few credits to spend since she did not have the vice of alcohol, drug or shopping.

She didn’t spare a glance toward Bert yet although she was pretty sure that everyone on the Goldhound had heard their sort-of-flirtatious banter at one point or the other. She did walk by his seat and put a hand on his shoulder, waiting for the two others to vacate before they would talk together for a moment. “I’ll keep you company for a bit if you don’t mind.” She told Bert so that he wouldn’t have the feeling that she had pointlessly ruined his vacation time. The vibration had been minor, surely it wouldn’t take much to fix it.

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: April 23, 2017, 03:51:43 PM »
 “You’re a team player who likes to work on your own. Makes sense to me. It ain’t like pilotin’ is the most social of profession. Unless you count talkin’ to the mechanic or to them.” She said, pointing at her headset, to indicate that she was talking about the different port authorities, or ships that would hail them. Otherwise, she had someone to talk to only if someone did like Emma now, and came to sit by her in the cockpit of the GoldHound.

It looks like vacation. Real vacation. Not like stayin’ on board of some space station lookin’ over some brown moon or tryin’ to kill time on the ‘Hound.” Vacation, she could smell it, well almost. She agreed with Talia’s statement about her own ability to work the garden where Rebecca would be nothing other than a disaster in the making. She had no clue how much to water the plants, and how often, when to weed (or what, for that matter), when to plant things. Harvesting seem rather straightforward: red tomato was ready to be eaten, right?

She slowly brought the plane down, letting her crew mates talk while she focused on not turning them into a flaming ball, or a crater. The shuttle’s control were responding appropriately, although she felt a little something off, a light vibration in the shuttle that shouldn’t be there. “Bert, you’ll have to take a minute when the shuttle’s cold. Left thruster seems  a little shakey.” She stated in a most professional tone, her focus obvious in the way she handled everything and in the evenness of her tone.

The shuttle reached the space port, and Rebecca landed it as smoothly as could be managed. She was a natural born pilot, and had a very instinctive understanding of how a ship would respond. Slowly, she powered it off, not yet opening the hatch. Those who were in a hurry to leave, could certainly hit the big, red button by the door, grab their gear and go enjoy the beach “Welcome to Sunnvyvale, Regina. Thank you for flying with Air Goldhound. I hope you enjoyed your trip. The return flight is in exactly 74 hours, as per captain’s orders. Be safe – also the captain’s orders – and don’t get in trouble.” she said, forcing herself to shake the rim world accent as she playfully bid her crew mates a good vacation time in the coastal down.

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: April 10, 2017, 07:08:07 AM »
Volleyball ain’t really my thing, but I’d share an umbrella with you, a sunrise too. And I definitely need help with sunscreen on my back.” The whole plan, other than the volleyball, the weed-seeking and smoking sounded quite interesting to her. Rebecca and Bert did get along together very well, in spite of their difference. They had a lot in common even if Rebecca was more grounded. She accepted, rather than merely tolerated, all of Bert’s little quirks, crazy theories and his flirts. Now that he had cut back on the hair, Rebecca knew that there was more to this vacation and just going down at the beach. They would find some time to be just the two of them together during the coming days for sure.

She let the two other women talk together regarding Jack without intervening. If there was one thing that she was clueless about, it was clothing size. She knew her own but other than to say someone was bigger, thinner, taller or smaller than her, she could be at a loss. “Doesn’t sound like the most interestin’ thing to do to me; I can’t grow anything, I just kill the poor plants. But I sure will enjoy the results if you find anythin’.” she claimed and just as she finished her sentence, the shuttle had a little tremor, a warning of turbulence to come while entering Regina’s atmosphere.

Rebecca swiveled, believing that no one needed to hear the order to buckle up. She strapped herself to her seat, took the controls into her hand and guided the shuttle into Regina’s atmosphere as smoothly as she could. The entry was bumpy, the nose of the shuttle ionized for a moment, but after a few minutes of flight that was as bumpy as she had promised, the shuttle levelled and the ride became smooth again. They were above an ocean, under a clear blue sky, but the small town was visible in the distance, as well as a wide band of sand running along the edge of the ocean. There was a lot of unoccupied space, away from the town, and Rebecca already had an idea of where she would want to spend some of her “alone” time in the sun.

That went well. Emma, hit the switch under the green light, will you?” Becka asked her “copilot” and pointed which light she was speaking of without really looking.

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: March 31, 2017, 02:33:46 AM »
The look on her face was clearly indicating that being called princess was not appreciated, but it was nothing more than a brief disapproval. Other than Jack, Bert was probably the person with whom she had to work with the most, and had spent most time too. Pilot and mechanic being on good terms made for a smooth-running ship. She knew that he had not called her princess because she was being unreasonably bossy – she wasn’t unreasonably bossy – or because she sounded vain or snobbish. Or at least she hoped that it was an awkward attempt at a flirt and nothing else…

No, in a limited air supply ship, smoking it up was definitely not a way that she could see being comfortable. Besdes, she did smoke once in a while, but it wasn’t her favorite thing in the world. Given that they were about to make entry in a particularly bumpy atmosphere, she wanted to have all of her wits about her and then some. She had a dozen reasons not to want that joint lit in here, and she was glad that if he was smoking weed, he wasn’t the kind that was so disrespectful to others and selfishly indulged no matter the consequences to those around him.

I know what I’d do. I’d pick up somethin’ to go, grab a good book, head to the beach and find a real quiet place to enjoy all three in turns. That’s a good plan, now that I think about it.” She told Talia and gave her a crooked smile. When Emma spoke of getting new clothes, Rebecca nodded slowly. She did not need anything herself, but shopping was a good idea, when one could afford it, and then she turned to Bert and asked. “What about you? Any plans for the next three days other than hunt for new… medicinal plants?” She asked, the hesitation more about the doubtful use of the word than anything.

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: March 26, 2017, 10:36:36 PM »
<15 minutes before landing in Sunnyvale, Planet Regina. @Bert Manfeld, @Talia Renoake @Emma Jacobs >

I ain’t gonna drink it. Sometimes, you can taste it in the air.” She explained but she was pretty sure that he was just pulling her leg. The sound of the lighter caught her attention and she looked at Bert again, and it was instantly obvious that she disagreed with the idea of him smoking weed in her shuttle. She felt somewhat relieved that his faithful lighter was very much at the end of its current supply of sparks or gas, it saved her the duty of being the party pooper.

Emma changed that, though, when she offered her own. “Hey now, not on board of the shuttle. The last thing I want, is to meet a handsome hunk down there, get all cozy and realize that I have the smell of weed stuck in my hair.” She said, reaching for Emma’s arm and attempting to pull the lighter away from Bert’s reach.

Wait a couple minutes, Bert, then you can get out and smoke all the weed you got… Outside. I got this shuttle real clean and shiny, you ain’t gonna stink it up.” She admonished, but there was a smile on her lips. If his weed habit bothered her, she had never let it show, never been judgmental about it. It was his life, it wasn’t like they were getting married or anything.

I seen people do crazy things on waves. I heard about body surfin’. I think it’s just about swimmin’ far enough to catch a good wave, and then let the wave carry you back. Lots of efforts, if you ask me; I might give it a shot.” She said and a sound caught her ears and she suddenly straighten up to take her headset.

Goldhound shuttle one, on approach. No sir. Just a little break from space. No merchandise to sell, no illegal substances… No food. We’re hopin’ to get some real good food on Regina. Tha’s correct. 15 minutes out… Ah, We plannin’ to land near Sunnyvale, is that goin’ to be a problem?... Thank you.”  She adjusted the flight path a little, and then announced to her shipmates: “We’re clear for landin’. I know some worlds that are far fussier than that…

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: March 22, 2017, 05:34:59 PM »
Becka inhaled to speak when Bert decided to let his seat to Emma. She had made her choice, after it was implied that it was given to her, and yet no one bothered to pay attention as to whom she did want to sit beside her. She had nothing against Emma, really. She was another crew member, another woman, and she had a thing for guns, good for her. Becka had known Bert far longer and… Well they would have the next three days to find time to sit beside one another, Becka just decided to make the best of it.

Wouldn’t touch that, at least not if you mean to land safe, alive and well on Regina.” The pilot said, just a touch sharply. Venting atmo would take seconds on this shuttle and it wasn’t something that Becka was keen to experience. She listened to the back and forth about the war between the two who have been there. It was interesting, and it was crew bonding which was not going to cause anyone harm for sure.

Aw… but I’m so much more than just a pretty face.” Rebecca replied to Emma in a mocked expression of snobbishness and superiority. She even sent some of her long brown strands behind her shoulder with an affected flick of her wrist, then her face broke into a goofy grin. Becka was usually no so playful, and more quiet, keeping to the cockpit or lounging in the dining room before the larger window that was there.  Being sociable was good, though, and so was getting to know the people with whom – if Jack kept being true to herself – she’d find herself with, neck deep in trouble.

When the XO spoke, her gaze shifted from Emma, to Bert and then finally to Talia. With a glance over her should she looked at the size of Regina in the screen, but also at some of her instruments. “Twenty before we’ve got to strap on, ma’am” She said still on her light-hearted tone. “I can almost taste the salt of the sea…” She added with a dreamy tone.

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: March 10, 2017, 01:05:54 AM »
Rebecca listened to the older woman and the companion talk about how beautiful women would go for men that were not on the same level, beauty-wise, if they were worth it. She believed them, she valued personality and cleanliness over a perfectly symmetrical face. Her aversion for beards were more practical. Heck, she didn’t mind Bert’s longer hair before he had it cut. It was the facial hair that made her hesitant. There was no hesitation now, she just wanted to be chased a little before giving in…

One announced that she was going to take a nap, and it would have been a good time to do it, since there was pretty much nothing to do on board of the shuttle but to talk, to snack, and she remembered a deck of cards in one of the drawers that wasn’t filled with first aid equipment both for humans, and for the shuttle. Rebecca was aware that someone was coming her way, and when she turned her head, she saw that it was Bert.

Oh?” She replied when he said that he felt bad for her, and then he went on telling her exactly why he felt so bad for her and she chuckled. It was classic Bert talk. Well, more classic would have had something about weed inserted in it, but there was nothing surprising in his words. Her mind raced for something to answer, considering that they were not alone, but Emma said something and Rebecca laughed some more.

Being on board of the Goldhound was good life, but sometimes it was rather stressful. Now that there was absolutely no stress on the horizon – save the bumpy entry in Regina’s atmo – she felt light-hearted, and in a good mood. Bert had, maybe knowingly, found the best possible moment to hit on her. “Are you really so bored, or am I so pretty both of you want the seat next to me?” She asked, it was obviously just light-hearted talk rather than fishing for compliments or  being vain, both of which were completely out of character for the down-to-earth. With her gaze locked onto Bert, she made a small jerk of her head to the seat beside hers. He had asked first after all…

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: March 01, 2017, 06:45:55 PM »
The idea of very spicy curry made Becca wrinkle her nose. It was bad enough when it was hot out, she did not need to feel like the fire came from her mouth and went right down into her guts. Considering that the vacation was three days, she was not going to complain about having three days of very warm weather, and she would certainly not go after a very spicy curry. Cold showers were more her thing, or spending time in water when the sun wasn’t the kind to roast you alive within the hour.

Ain’t it sad? They’re so often very hot ones, real losses for women in a way. Make the best of boy friends though. You can talk guy with them, and get insight from both sides in the same person. Well, sometimes anyway.” Her tone indicated that she was being quite light-hearted and not overly serious about her opinion. She knew there were ugly gay guys out there, and that there were some that could simply not relate to women even in their attraction toward men.

Here we go.” She said when the permission to lift off and leave for Regina finally came through the coms. Rebecca was a young pilot but she had the eye and the skill. The trip would be mostly smooth, but the entry into Regina’s atmosphere had always been a bit rocky for her. Hopefully this time would be best. It’s only when they had broken away from the skyplex gravity that Becca spoke again, it had taken a few minutes, at best.

Alright, you can move about. There ain’t no way I’m gonna stay put, starin’ at the blue ball getting’ bigger for hours.” She turned her head to look at Bert, a small knowing smile playing on her lips. She was inviting him to come forward and talk to her, as she was sure he was dying to do. Secure some of her time spent on Regina, perhaps? It was just too much of a coincidence that he had gone full baby face and shorter hair just says after she told him she didn’t like overly hairy guys…

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: February 22, 2017, 04:52:20 PM »
<Shuttle, from the skyplex to Regina (3h flight) @Bert Manfeld @Talia Renoake @Emma Jacobs >

I ain’t been in no military boot camp, but with a mom like mine, might as well have been. No wrinkles on the bed, nothing under the bed and don’t think ‘bout sweepin’ that dust under the rug. No Ma’am.” Rebecca said to Talia with a crooked smile. She was most definitely in a good mood, borderline festive. It wouldn’t be overly surprising to find her a little drunk by the time the sun went down on their part of Regina.

I had to get my hair out of my ex’s beard. All the time. Does that count?” She asked Bert with a smirk.They both knew he wouldn’t have shaved or had his hair trimmed if it weren’t for the fact that she had told him she preferred baby face over beard anytime of the week. Her eyes went to him when he spoke and it was like she was looking at a whole new person. It was like someone whom had had glasses all their life, and suddenly decided to wear contact. It suited him, she found him a lot easier on the eye this way for sure, but it was odd in a good kind of way.

She swiveled in her chair and let the other people do the talking while she started to fire up the engine. She nodded in answer to Emma’s question, and while she still faced the flight interface, pressing here and there, she answered. “I got a landin’ spot waitin’ for us in a small coastal town. It’s gonna be a long day, it’s dawn, so we’ll be there about three or four hours after the sun’s up. Sunnyvale is a nice little coastal town, been there twice. I go there each time we stop here for a few days. Buckle up, the ride’s usually a lil’ bumpy.” The door behind them slowly swung shut. Rebecca knew that those who wanted to go to a big city town would have to take the captain’s shuttle and since Ryu had left as soon as they had landed on the skyplex, the people in her shuttle were pretty much every crew remember but the captain and the doc, who would no doubt spent time with the captain…

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The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: February 16, 2017, 07:57:06 AM »
<Shuttle, from the skyplex to Regina (3h flight) @Bert Manfeld @Talia Renoake @Emma Jacobs >
Daydreamin’ of sun and beaches, of vacation and doin’ just about nothin’ but bein’ real lazy for three consecutive days. Not sleepin’.” Rebecca said, a broad smile on her lips. Sleeping was not quite on her agenda for the coming days, since it was something that she could catch up on during her time off the pilot seat on the ship. Still, it would be done, eventually but not now. She was way too wired to reach anything close to dozing off.

I’ve been here for an hour. I cleaned up the shuttle, dusted it off, cleaned garbage, threw out snacks that were way, way past their date. If you’re that hungry, there are some fresh snacks in the small cupboard. Nothin’ fancy, more like makin’ sure none of us go into hypoglycemic shock or somethin’, but it’ll stop makin’ you feel like you have a black hole where your stomach is.” She pointed at the small door where there were small things like granola bars individually-wrapped cookies, all things from their last trip into the Core.

Rebecca’s eyes went to the door when she heard the familiar voice. “Who’re you? When d’you get on board of the Goldhound?” She asked Bert, jokingly. So he had given her comment a thought, and acted upon it. Rebecca didn’t want to analyze how that made her feel, but there it was. A mix of feeling flattered, of knowing for certain that he was interested in her – not that he was particularly discreet about it, but he was showing some dedication now – and a bit of guilt that he had done it to be with her.

Wow that’s quite a change.” She almost went ahead and told him that he really wanted that date with her, but her brain-to-mouth filter kicked in, Talia’s presence was factored in, and the comment did not pass her lips. Yet. Rebecca chuckled when she saw her other companions’ reaction. She had a reason to explain the sudden change: she had told Bert that if he ever dared to hope for a date with her, he had to trim down on the facial hair, because she did not like beards. She did not mind his longer hair but the beard… no. And there it was, clean face, shorter hair; it would all grow back if he let it, but right now this was as good as asking her for a date coming from him.

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The Verse / Open Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: February 14, 2017, 04:08:00 PM »
<Shuttle, from the skyplex to Regina (3h flight) @Bert Manfeld, Open>

Rebecca sat at the pilot seat, just like it would be expected. With the ship in dry docking, something about removing the gunk that gathered in the drive. That mumbo-jumbo that Bert sometime spouted out like everyone was a mechanic and could understand whatever technical explanation he gave. He was adorable in that way, and she liked to hear him talk whether it was technical, conspiracy theories or just his last trip while he was on weed, he always made her smile and never left her bored.

Right now, she was waiting for the people who wanted to head down to Regina. The captain would follow in a second shuttle later, when all the maintenance requested by Bert would be scheduled. She was, for lack of a better word, sprawled in her seat. Her butt was on the edge of the seat, her legs spread and stretched underneath the console and her head was resting on the headrest. She had her hands laced together on her stomach and her eyes closed.

Vacation. 3 days of vacation on Regina. She had already packed her swim suit, her sunscreen and a towel, as well as a few changes of clothes. Rebecca had every intention to take as much sun and rest as possible, and swim. Swimming was something that she couldn’t do on board. The only thing that she really missed. All she had to do for those three days is make sure the shuttle was somewhere safe, and drive anyone who wanted to back to the ship when the captain would give the warning that the ship would take off.

The shuttle had four seat and a big enough cargo space for someone to sleep in it. It had a palette with a thin mattress that Rebecca would not want to sit on, never mind sleep, but some people liked hard beds or couldn't afford to be picky. It had storage too, which those who traveled with her would be able to use to put their things. It was already decided that this shuttle would land at the port of a small coastal town, but Becca could be convinced to land the bird on a more private beach area for a time...

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Tracker, Shipper, Plotter / Rebecca Walsh
« on: December 14, 2016, 03:37:14 PM »

Friends
She is sociable, friendly.
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Rivals
Preferably friendly rivalry, not fond of constant bickering.
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Significant Other

›› Potentially Bert Mansfeld

Threads

›› Challenge Issued, Challenge Accepted.
   Bert flirts and gets advice on how to get the girl
   Status: completed

›› A New Dragon For The Goldhound
   Ryu gets on board
   Status: completed
 
›› Mistaken Identity
   Bounty hacked, leading to major changes in crew.
   Status: completed

›› Flying Down to Vacation
   Flight for 3 days down on Regina
   Status: Ongoing

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GoldHound ~ Bounty Hunter / Re: Challenge Issued, Challenge Accepted.
« on: October 13, 2016, 08:13:01 PM »
Rebecca realized that there was more to it than flirting to kill time, or to avoid boredom. When she started to suggest things that she did enjoy and that she would consider a good date, he listened a bit too closely, his interest painted all over his face. Yeah, alright, he was interested in her, but now she would be faced with a choice. If he invited her, should she go or not? Bert was decent, or as some others had put it 'harmless, most days'. 

He had a weed habit? So what? Her things was sweets. Sure, it didn't compromise her ability to pilot like being stoned at the wrong moment might dull his senses to fix the ship, but… To each their own. Deep down, Rebecca believed that he did it because of some inner demon. Maybe it was self-medication. She had no clue and up until now, didn't really care to know as long as he was decent with his job - since her performance depended on his - and he was decent with her.

Should she go over her reflex to refuse because of longer facial hair, and hair although she had not said a word about that? She didn't know, but she chose to wait until he would dare to ask before she did accept or not. Then he flicked her bubble and decided to leave before she could think of some way to get back at him. She snickered and resumed chewing as if nothing happened. She trusted that he wouldn't poke at her gum with a grease-covered finger, or something equally disgusting to have in her mouth.

"Wha? You already leavin' me by my lonesome?" She shouted after him,  teasing him. She had nothing better to do for a little while yet, though maybe she ought to hunt for some bounties on the Cortex, or anything to do anywhere, for that matter. Maybe someone would be up for a game of chinese checkers? She was just bored, and Bert had made that all the more obvious, now that he was gone.


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GoldHound ~ Bounty Hunter / Re: Challenge Issued, Challenge Accepted.
« on: October 10, 2016, 01:27:13 AM »
"You should definite start smaller." Rebecca agreed and appeared to ponder what would be the best way to sweep her off her feet. "Pig-wrestlin' might be more of a guy thing, you know, like women fightin' in jello." She said, trying to remain serious but there was a definite twitch of her lips that indicated how hard she was trying not to smile, possibly even laugh. That definitely reflected in her eye, though, there was a small pull at the corner that usually announced a smile.

"Pick out some beans isn't very romantic either. So… What's the message you want to send? If it's that wrestlin' animals is enjoyable, then I guess that's your date. If pickin' food is somethin' romantic to you… Pretty much the same. I'd go for somethin' a bit more traditional." Rebecca narrowed her eyes and chewed her bubble gum for a few seconds as if looking for ideas that would be pleasant for both of them.

"Take her to the beach if there's a clean one nearby and you might get to see her body less covered." She offered and then went on with a second suggestion. "Find a pair of horses, if you know how to ride, and take her out for a real picnic. Better yet, just one horse, so you get to feel her body pressed up agains' your back. That's my suggestion, from one ship-buddy to another"

Maybe she ought to ease up on the teasing, Rebecca told herself. Sure she would agree to go with him on either of those dates, and if he did shave his beard, then she might actually give him more than just the time of day. He was interesting to her, and didn't mind his joint-smoking habit even though she didn't quite enjoy the smoke or it's smell herself, but that he gets stoned once in a while didn't matter to her. What did matter was that she preferred her guys smooth or -almost- smooth if the -must- have a beard.

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GoldHound ~ Bounty Hunter / Re: Challenge Issued, Challenge Accepted.
« on: September 30, 2016, 04:33:25 PM »
"I don't know. My only experience with a guy that had a beard like yours left me a bit…cold. It tickled my nose, distractin' me from the kiss and after makin' out a while, my lips felt sore. Then he went down my neck and again, it just distracted me from the softness of his lips… So longer facial hair isn't my thing." Rebecca knew she was mixing a tease with the reason why his facial hair as it was now hindered his chances with her. His mind would probably follow her description, imagining doing these things to her and she figured that he would complete the whole story on his own too.

"Besides, your most attractive thing to me, if we talk looks, are your eyes." That was almost a flirt, but it certainly was a compliment. He had absolutely beautiful blue eyes.  She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, but in spite of the compliment she was absolutely not showing any signs of embarrassment or shyness. The compliment was genuine, so she had no reason to feel concerned about it and she didn't think that it was that big of a deal whether he took it as compliment, or flirt, or both.

"As for what could help you make the woman of your dreams weak in the knees… I have no clue. Do I know her?" Rebecca asked with a cheeky grin. "Maybe if I knew who she is, I might be able to give you a better advice." She teased him and then blew a bright pink bubble that popped loudly. She knew she looked like a playful teen right now, but to her defense she wa only a couple of years away from the right age anyway. Plus, it was something that Bert could hardly hold against her…

She tilted her head, wondering what she would do if he came out and told her that she was the one. It was probably not the case. Rebecca knew that she was far from ugly, but she still considered herself to be a rather ordinary girl from some backwater place who managed to learn to pilot to get herself off that god-forsaken planet. She did not think of herself as anyone's dream girl, and given her prospects of the last two or three years, she wasn't sure if she would ever be either. It was the price to pay for living in the Black. The pool of available people was really small, like ship-small…

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GoldHound ~ Bounty Hunter / Re: Challenge Issued, Challenge Accepted.
« on: September 15, 2016, 01:08:12 AM »
"Apparently, you ain't doin' sarcasm very well either." Becka teased, but then he tried his pick up line and she felt like making a visible cringe. She was in a tough spot. On one hand, she enjoyed Bert's company and his eccentricities often amused her even hours after, when she was alone in the helm and navigating. On the other, she felt that she was encouraging someone toward something that would just not happen.

Becka was far from straight like an arrow. She had done some shady stuff, but drugs weren't one of them. Booze however was something else entirely. She even thought of trying her hand at some moonshine of her own, but figured that she might just poison herself or whomever would dare to try. She was, however, very picky with her guys. That was something that she knew she could afford and that was where Bert failed the test.

"Ever thought that you might raise your chances if you didn't have all that hair on your face?" She asked pointing at his face. Her tone wasn't mean, or meant to be offensive, but rather simply wondering if he had thought about changing his appearance to have more success with the ladies. At the same time, she could not ask it of him. It was not fair and not respectful of her to ask someone to change  for her. Besides, if something was to happen between them, she had to accept the guy including his facial hair, did she not?

Becka turned on her chair so that she could face him a little better and she moved some of his hair aside. It wasn't his hair that bugged her, though her completely feminine side thought that they could benefit from a trim. It was really that long mustache and beard. "We barely see your face under all that." She teased gently and tugged delicately at his beard.

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GoldHound ~ Bounty Hunter / Re: Challenge Issued, Challenge Accepted.
« on: September 11, 2016, 05:09:18 PM »
Becka pondered trying to appear like she was going to sneak out or to stay right where she was, lounging near the window and looking at the distant stars. She had decided to stay when Bert arrived. He found her leaning back into a chair, feet up on another chair and looking into the black.

"I'm the only pilot on board, Bert." Becka answered flatly. Sure, she wasn't the only pilot in the 'verse, but still. "That technically makes you my favorite mechanic, if we think this way." She mused aloud and smirked, still chewing her gum like her life depended on it. It tasted good and had washed away the taste of the food she had had before.

"I'm just killin' time. We've got about two hours before I've gotta go back in the helm to land this bird. Hound. Whatever." She caught his movement from the edge of her vision, offering her a piece of cheese, but she shook her head no before she made a bubble with her gum and gave him a roguish grin. No words were said, but she had just told him exactly why the cheese was not tempting to her now, when she would usually have stolen half of his piece in a heart beat.

"What're you doin' up here? Gettin' antsy for solid ground under your feet? Want to take a look at the stars?" She asked and then she bat her lashes at him and asked in a playful tone, "Or were you lookin' for me, to see if you could get a few more subtle pickup lines in before Jack tossed you out the airlock? Yeah. She told me 'bout that. I ain't gonna rat on you. You ain't botherin' me none." She blew another bubble that burst in a loud pop and she laced her fingers together on her stomach, quite obviously comfortable right where she was.

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GoldHound ~ Bounty Hunter / Finished Challenge Issued, Challenge Accepted.
« on: September 08, 2016, 02:04:32 AM »
Becka had made sure that the course for their next stop was plotted, that everything was in order. She wore a skirt, a rare occurrence for her, that flew right down to her ankles and a blouse that wasn't very loose on her buttoned up to between her breasts. She wasn't heavy in that area by any means, but she had enough that the blouse opened to show a hint of cleavage. The outfit was completed by worn leather boots, a belt with a gun hooked to it and and a leather ribbon that held her long brown hair tied loosely on the nape of her neck.

She was chewing gum like her life depended on it. It had been bought during her last visit to one of the core worlds. Strawberry gum. It tasted chemical and artificial but it wasn't terrible. Becka appreciated the sweet taste of it and at the moment, it was like desert after canned proteins. Anything to remove the taste from her mouth, thank you very much.

The observation lounge was her favorite spot on the ship, after the garden. She belonged into the Black. To see the stars and the galaxies was always reminding her how insignificant she was in the grand scheme of things, and she did not mind. The ship was quiet now, maybe everyone was asleep; Becka had no clue. It was quiet and she could just look out the window and let her mind wander…

The captain had treated her right so far. Becka's credits, which she was careful not to spend fully each time they turned in a bounty, were building to a nice sum that might get her a house on one of the rim planets once her time on board of ships would be over. Everyone else had been at least decent with her, and she made an effort not to antagonize anyone in particular.

Her mind went to Bert, whom she was not entirely sure what to think about. It would be easy to dismiss the man for a dope-head or an alcoholic, definitely someone a bit eccentric and special, but Becka saw more than that in him. If only she could see his face, she might actually decide whether or not she could let the flirting continue and whether or not she should actually encourage him with flirts of her own… As if he had heard the call of her thoughts, Becka heard steps coming her way and she was pretty sure that it was Bert.

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