Who wants some pie?! [calling all Pilots!]

[Rhi-Rhi]

And there it was, Roman said exactly what he wanted to hear and Gabriel seized the opportunity. "Tomorrow, then. 0530, your place." Roman said whenever and the sooner they went, the better. Hopefully his migraine would stay away, but so far, so good. Roman's trick had helped drive the pain away until all that was left was fatigue, but that was nothing a good night's sleep couldn't cure.

He planned on crashing as soon as this little party ended.

Roman guiding him through the exercise helped. It would have helped more if he was more lucid and there, and thus fully able to absorb the lesson, but he did the best he could under the circumstances and was glad for the guidance, and glad the exercise required so little. His head wouldn't have been able to handle much more brainpower than what he was using right then; it would have probably brought his migraine back.

Through it all, it never once occurred to him that this was anything unusual, feeling around in each others' minds like this. It was just a given. He trusted Roman, obviously Roman trusted him enough to let him poke around, and he didn't think twice about it.

When Roman opened his eyes and spoke, Gabriel sighed and mentally withdrew, though his fingers still worked in gentle circles against his temples. "That's good...I think. You could use the sleep," he said, then frowned in frustration. Sleep he might need, but that wasn't what Gabriel had been trying to do. "Did it work at all? I mean, do you feel even a little be--"

The door swung open and in came Seiteki, and Gabriel jerked back away from Roman and shifted around to face forward. Too late. She had seen, he could only imagine what that probably looked like, and not only had she seen but...augh. Of course she couldn't just leave it at that!

Gabriel just stared at her as she said those things and even gave a demonstration, face going hot, and he pointedly avoided looking at Roman. Awkward, awkward. "We were just talking...jeez," he grumbled when she kissed his forehead, ducking his head away though he was unable to escape it. And then, before long, he had a Seiteki curled up against him. He didn't push her off, though, just signed, wrapped an arm around her waist, leaned his head against hers, and wordlessly resigned himself to cuddles. Wasn't a big sacrifice. Right now, hugs and cuddles felt wonderful...if dangerous. With another warm body pressed against his, the low lighting, and his headache faded away, it would be so easy to just drift off.

Then Alaric came in and Gabriel lifted his head and blinked. Game?

Roman trying to escape woke him up the rest of the way. Like hell he was leaving! With another sigh, Gabriel gently rolled Seiteki off of him and got to his feet before Roman could try and make a break for it.

"No you're not," Gabriel said, catching Roman by the back of his shirt and shooting a pointed look Alaric's way. Roman was not escaping. "You're staying and you're playing the damned game. You can hole up in your office later--like tomorrow--but today you're being social. It won't kill you."

He looked over his shoulder at Seiteki and smiled at her. "You too, Sei. Come on out. Don't make me come back and haul you out, 'cause I will. You're playing, too." He would have hauled her out then and there, but he could only handle hauling around one person at a time and she at least didn't look ready to flee. Pass out, more like.

His opinion would have probably been a lot different had he known just what game it was. He'd noticed Alaric's blush, but he didn't think anything of it. Poor Ally had been abandoned out there with the likes of Fala and Marshal so it was really no surprise, considering it was them and they apparently had no qualms about pretty much making out in Gabriel's living room. In a room full of people.

Eugh...

Stepping around Roman, he hooked one arm in his and hooked his other arm in Alaric's, then looked back at Seiteki one last time. "You better be out in five minutes or I'm coming back for you. With a squirt bottle," he warned, then proceeded to drag both Roman and Alaric out of the room. "So, what's the game?"

[Anonymous]

When Fala left Marshal stared ahead blankly, his arms resting on his knees and hands idly touching each other in between. There was still so much to do, so much work sitting on his desk. The probing had been his justification for this little outing, but the sheer volume of his work was beginning to weigh on the Seeker’s mind.

New information was coming more quickly than usual of late, the probing almost appearing to be the catalyst for the whole lot.

He didn’t particularly care for screwing Fala right then and there either, and despite telling himself she wasn’t serious there was a slight worry that if Seiteki decided to goad her some more she might actually expect it. One more reason to make tracks.

Fala returned, standing in just the right place for him to be able to smile and enjoy the view provided him by his low angle. She really was gorgeous.

Her suggestion of the game however, was not going to happen. It scared Alaric off, for one, which would have made the option more appealing if he weren’t in the room with two women who wanted him anyway. There was nothing to gain, but if someone else came in he had a lot to lose. Marshal’s rank, for one, made even thinking about engaging in a game that might have him kissing a male junior completely out of the question. He had a reputation to maintain, so a forced makeout session with Gabriel, or god forbid, Alaric, wasn’t going to happen. Gabriel would just have to endure the pain.

“I don’t think so,” he said firmly, giving Fala a light slap on the arse. “I haven’t slept, and I need to get back to work.” On unsteady legs he rose, hands out just in case he had to make an emergency landing on the floor. Once stable he looked at Fala. “You’re welcome to come if you want,” then to Satori, “You too of course Satty.”

Cross and Gabriel barged in at roughly the same time, the latter dragging two pilots with him who didn’t look like they wanted to be there. Marshal felt a twang of irritation at the lack of proper discipline, that Gabriel would think to treat his superior like that. Satori wouldn’t, he trusted. Having mentored her himself Marshal had made sure to instil a proper sense of what was appropriate behaviour towards a superior.

Of course, there was nothing in those rules about fucking them. That was all shiny.

All in all Marshal was in a bit of a precarious position. He wanted sleep, and he wanted Fala to come and sleep too, but she’d made it clear she didn’t want to sleep. If he left without her there was a good chance the silly game would go ahead and he’d miss out on some girl on girl action, which never got old, and that Fala would tongue wrestle with at least one of the guys here.

Now Marshal wasn’t exactly known for being a jealous man. He certainly had no quarrels with Satori banging whoever she wanted, but there were certain rules. If she was doing someone else, she wasn’t doing him. Marshal didn’t like to share. He felt a certain amount of attachment, even twisted ownership over Fala already. She was his girl to pursue, for now anyway, and he didn’t want to share her.

In the back of his head he realised the hypocrisy of it all, that he would snarl and cause a fuss if Fala went and kissed another guy yet would have no problems with himself doing Satori and Danica on the side.

No one could ever accuse Marshal of being reasonable when it came to intimacy.

[Anonymous]

A loud groan and Seiteki grumbled before sitting up and running her hands through her hair and stretching her wings, obviously not to their full size, that would dust his walls, but large enough to stretch the base where it was tense. “I’m too old for games. Seiteki is an old lady.” She said grumpily before crossing her arms over her chest and standing up, pressing the heel of her palm against her eye to rub away the traces of her sleepy eyes. Hm. She eyed the doorway with electric blue eyes and shook her head softly before closing her wings up and pressing her hands into her pants pockets.

Squirt Bottle.

With a slight smile the winged woman rolled her eyes and followed them out, hang. With little fineesse and likely bumping someone onto the couch she shuffled her way into the room and stood in the living room, eyeing the trio, she wished she were more malicious, she really did, because the stuff that would fall out of her mouth would leave hurt feelings everywhere and she would revel in it. Seiteki looked directly at Marshal and rose an eyebrow before blinking a few times and opening her mouth.

“I have no idea what we’re playing, but if you make any nasty comments about anyone, I’m going to kick you in the face, understood?”         

Seiteki wasn’t malicious, well, not completely, so she only felt guilty when people looked at her with those tear filled eyes and it was here fault. Marshal didn’t have a soul though, so she didn’t mind hurting his shell. It was then that a flick of yellow caught her eye and she stared over at Remi,  Mr.Anti-Social.

“... When did you get here?”

Remi lifted his head and frowned, well, damn, guess his cover was blown, everyone complaining about their headaches made him figure that if he just stood here it would work. Being partly fae, Remi’s mental abilities excelled when it game to tricking minds into seeing things that aren’t there or things that should be there. Remi should have been standing up and leaning against the wall by the door, arms over his chest with a white wife-beater and a pair of black slacks, his sunflower yellow hair messy and covering some of his face and his ears.

The Pilot looked around awkwardly his lips thin, his thumb playing with the pair of gold wedding bands on his left hand. Now what. Flee? Wander over and give Alaric a big kiss to freak everyone out? Remi looked at the back of Cross and Sabela’s head and shook his head before casting his eyes to look at everyone else. Remi sighed and pushed his fingers through his hair before standing up and moving to sit on the vacant couch. He’d snuck in when who-ever-it-was leaving. Snuck in and stayed put and just made everyone not see him, Remi was very good at what he did and it didn’t need to go through mental sheilds to take effect, just play around with the vision.

Of course they would have noticed something off about where he was standing but they’d probably stare at it and shrug it off. About four people would know what that off feeling meant, two were dead, and two were standing across the room looking tired.

Remi gave a polite nod to Gabriel and Alaric before glaring at Seiteki. “ I think I came in at the wrong time,” ignoring the fact that he’d probably been standing there for a good twenty minutes, “I think I’m going to go now, playing games makes me look nice, and we wouldn’t want that.” He gave a pleasant wave and slooooowly inched towards the door with his back to the wall.

[Anonymous]

"Oh, come on. Stick around- I figure it wouldn't harm you to make out with half of us, anyway." Grabbing Marshal's leg and greatly considering pulling it out from under him if he really tried to leave, Fala mustered up a mischievous grin and gave him what she hoped was a pleading glance. Truth be told, though, all it did was make her look like a goblin that looked like it was going to eat the canary and then throw its bones back at the owner of the bird. It certainly didn't look like anything she'd want to see, and had she realized it, she would have killed that facial expression immediately.

When she saw Gabriel emerge from the room (she had to suppress a perverted comment towards Roman, as he looked ready to bolt as it was), she eagerly waved him over, ignoring the pounding headache in favor of the game. Of all the people here, if anyone would play it, it would be Gabey-kins. He was social, friendly, and open like that. She hoped he'd go along with the whole kissing thing, but it was worth a shot. At least Roman didn't have a choice- if Gabriel thought of playing, Roman would be dragged along like a very disgruntled dog on a walk.

"We're playin' a game, Gabey-kins! Come over here, take the first shot. And yo, Sei, don't you go, either! We'll play nice." Waving over Gabriel with a little more energy, she beckoned everyone to gather around- as much as they'd move, anyway. Remi probably wouldn't budge if a dragon bit his ass unless he really wanted to move, so she didn't push that any. However, seeing as she had full control over Marshal's leg and the fact that he didn't have enough mental strength at this point to make her let go, Fala had this one by the proverbial throat.

So that was at least one other player. The fact that she could probably bait Gabriel into entering the game meant that he'd bring Roman, which meant at least another two players. Provided she hadn't scared poor Alaric out of his skin, maybe she'd convince the poor guy to play along with 'em, too.

Seiteki looked like she was carefully curious, and that was always a bonus. Curiosity meant that she'd at least hear the game rules out, and that would give her a chance to reel the winged Pilot in.

Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. Very, very fun. Potentially, could it be socially destructive? Of course. But was the fun of a game if it didn't have some repercussions? The best games of poker were played with real money. The most memorable rounds of Russian Roulette used real bullets.

This game of Spin the Bottle could be played with real cameras, if anyone had a phone handy.

"Y'all know the rules, right? Gather around, spin the bottle, and give whoever it lands on a big, wet kiss. Nothin' better for shaking off aches and pains. Best of all, hell, you may have wanted someone in this circle, but haven't had the chance to have 'em. 'Course, this works the other way around, too."

Holding up the empty bottle of liquor, she held it up to Gabriel with a perfectly pleasant smile.

"Gabe can have the honors. Break the bottle in, hon."

[Anonymous]

Satori watched the action around her in the room as she nursed the coffee and ice cream in her hands. It really was yummy. The exact right mix of things. If only there was whiskey in it. That was possible that involved crossing to the kitchen or trying to float the liquor, and it was far too precious to risk on her fragile powers at the moment.

She saw the game forming and couldn't help but grin. This group of pilots and spin the bottle? They all needed much more liquor for this. And maybe shock collars. She looked towards the door thinking of collars and Wulf and her face dropped a little bit. However just because he was gone didn't meant she couldn't have any fun! Right? Right!

She glanced at Remi trying to give him a reassuring smile. He was likely to be dragged into this whether he liked it or not. She was sure he didn't like it. He was very quiet, and seemed pretty broody. But he was cute, she wondered what more of his story was. And besides who wouldn't want to stay and see these people makes asses out of themselves one way or another.

"I'm in!." She slid down off of the couch still leaning against it. She leaned over grabbing Marshal's other leg.

"You have to stay! I'm gonna stay, Fala's gonna stay what's the point of leaving?" She asked pouting at him.

[Anonymous]

Alaric was more then happy to step out of Roman's way, not that it would do the Royal any good. He was always a little awkward around the older Pilot. To be fair, Alaric was a little awkward around most people, he had never really had the best social skills to begin with and as odd as it sounded, the candidate program really hadn't helped him develop them much.

He grinned at his friend as best as the headache allowed him too. He really, really wished there was a way to cover his third eye better. But it looked extra weird when he had it closed and Alaric already got enough weird looks. He might have if it were people he was friendlier with, but for now, he would live.

"Um, I'm not sure what the game was." He had been kind of in a hurry to leave, not all that comfortable around Marshal, so he hadn't really been paying attention. He wasn't even sure if Fala had mentioned what the game was.

When he came into the other room, he glanced around, noting the arrival of two of his least favorite people, Cross and Sabela. Lovely. That would make this just that much more fun. But then he was distracted as his eyes moved over a slight weirdness on one wall. He knew what that meant. His face broke into a wide smile, showing off his large canine teeth. Remi was here, which meant he didn't have to go drag him out of his room.

And Sei even beat him to calling Remi on it. Perfect. Gabriel would have his hands full keeping Roman around, so Alaric moved over to where his old mentor was trying to sneak away, throwing his arms around Remi, "Just where do you think you are going? You have to come play too."

Then Alaric heard which game was supposed to be played and he flushed slightly. That might get a little awkward rather quickly, but if Gabriel was there, it might still be fun.

While the rest of the Pilots looked a bit like hell warmed over, Sabela had taken care to look amazing. When one had a raging headache and sensitivity to light, carefully applying makeup was rather akin to torture. But Sabela had done it anyway. Her look was carefully constructed to look effortless, hair styled to look sexy and mussed, light, natural looking makeup to highlight her features and a sexy yet comfortable looking outfit. A sweater dress that was so short it was rather impressive that she was able to walk around in it with out flashing people, cut in a deep v, a tight tank top underneath it and a black vest over the top. Black tights with a funky pattern and some comfy boots finished her look. She had gone through several options before settling on this one.

Pressing her not very impressive breasts against Cross's arm, Sabela glanced over her sunglasses, lingering slightly on Fala, but only because she was talking about some game, not because she was beautiful. That had nothing what so ever to do with it, "Spin the bottle?" Sabela took that opportunity to give Gabriel a smug smile, "That sounds like fun. Count me in."

[Anonymous]

ooc:  I am going to try and hope in here!  We'll see how this goes ^^;; Goldie is moving from the past to the future! *vrrrrooooom*

ic:

Soren had spent most of her time in her own office as she made her way up the ranks to Noble.  It wasn't really that she was anti-social, quite the opposite really, she just focused a lot of her work, especially after training.  Why stop working after going through the horrible recruit program?  She wasn't about to waste that time.  Better to move up in the ranks and secure your position before wasting it away.

It didn't help that her ability to read people's lies made her a well used resource for "The Man." From going out and searching for people with psychic abilities (especially the ones who were hiding and lying desperately about their gifts), to helping with interrogations.  It wasn't pretty tiresome, and really that was the reason that she knew other pilot's by sight but not necessarily know them.  She was constantly being called away to help with one thing or another and had never actually had time to give to herself.  Normally she would just go back to her room and sleep the hectic day away.

It made her social life almost non-existent and she was tired of spending her time alone.

Too bad that didn't really matter.

Ugh.

She was heading back to her room when she heard commotion coming from one of the doors she was passing.  Stopping, she ran her hand through her short blonde hair, blue streaks separating for a few moments before the strands settled back into their sporty flip.  Her blue-violet eyes looked at the door curiously for a few more seconds before she leaned forward and pushed it open just enough to poke her head around the corner and sweep her eyes across the hodge-podge of people sitting around.

All pilots.

Duh.  It's not like there would be anyone else here.

All around there were faces that she recognized, but had never actually talked to.  Well, maybe she had but had just forgotten.  Ugh....it sucked ass that she barely knew anyone.  The Man kept her busy running around doing their errands.

Screw it, it was time for her to get to know some people.

"What's up guys?" she asked, eying the people who looked like they were planning on leaving.  Ha!  Looked like she was blocking the only exit.  Whatever they were doing it looked like people were either excited about it, or trying to find some way to leave.  Well, that meant either it was something boring or something hysterical.  Perhaps she'd stick around.

[Anonymous]

Liv woke up to blind pain and the taste of menthol and... brie?  There was something wrong with that new mouthwash.  Well, fuck.  He sat up, cradling his head, and ran his hands through his hair, leaving it to stand on end.  Soon.  He tried thinking the way some people probed a mouth of sore teeth, pressing on first one bit of mental (dental) content and then another.  Could he throw more reckless memes out there?  Yeah.  Why the fuck not.  Ouch.  Ugh.  Words rattled off the sides of his brain, back, criss-crossed, bounced, vibrated.

He moaned inarticulately and tottered to his feet.  Gabe had said something about coming over to recover, but Liv liked to live things like this down alone, thankyouverymuch.  Still.  Something about pie?

He clamped down on a final esophageal surge and stood up, stretching his back  until he heard things pop.  Hadn't even taken off his clothes.  And these were new pants, too.  Was that drool on his vest?  Fucker.  Liv hadn't the energy for too much sprucing, but he straightened clothing, brushed and wet down hair, brushed his teeth, and buried his face in a bottle of cologne, trying to forget everything he'd thrown up an hour and a half ago.  It was always carrots.  And brie.  What the fuck, he didn't even like cheese.  Didn't like Axis interrogation, either.  That shit could...  He shook his head carefully.  Thinking like that was bound to get Falstaff all up in the fucking place, and he did not want that at the moment.  

Once his skull felt only twice its normal size, he meandered down the hall toward Gabe's.  His knock was perfunctory--he could hear a crowd inside.  Something about--that was Sabela, he recognized the voice.  Something about spin the bottle?  He covered his mouth and nose with a cupped palm and sniffed deeply.  Snort.  Okay then.  Good enough.  Shaking himself from top to tail, Liv drew himself up into a poor, oatmeal-pale semblance of his usual easy sprawl and made his way into the room, leaning against one wall.  Oh, yeah, Sabela was here.  Tights.  Nice.  He let himself stare contemplatively at her hinder parts for a bit, then realized she was leaning--huh... fucker.  Fucking Cross.  Bastard.  And Fala, but she was all over Marshal, of course, which was simply disturbing.  There was Satori, off in a corner... and Seiteki... And Gabby, of course.  Liv flashed him a painful smile.  Alaric, Remi... damn, everyone had showed up for this, all in varying stages of recovery.  Soren.  Huh.  Didn't see her around much.  All of those sibilant names, S-shapes, and general tendencies in the sinuous direction.  S-names for the lady Pilots.  Huh, he'd never thought of that before.  Then again, the strangest things seemed interesting and important after mindfuckery Axis Hell.

For a second Liv paused, feeling the slight social anxiety he always did in front of a roomful of Pilots, and then he shook it off and settled back into performativity.

"Well, hello, everybody."  He spread his arms and sauntered toward the group, voice loud enough that it gave him a headache--who knew what it'd do to the room--which was, of course, the point.  "I heard something about free kisses and just had to stop by."  

He made the rounds, flicked Gabby in the back of the head, and sprawled in a free armchair, one leg swinging over its arm.  

"Don't all cheer, I know you're happy to see me anyway.  Your chances of, uh, os-cu-la-tory ecstasy are so much higher now."  His grin was half-self-mocking and just generally half, because it hurt to move his face.

[shinigamikitsune]

Trance woke up from his few hour nap. His head still throbbed, though not nearly as badly as it had initially. He also still felt violated in ways he never knew he could feel violated, though that had faded as well. The only real thing that was giving him touble was his hearing. The hyper-sensativity was not helping things at the moment, and he had laid them flat against his head as a way to muffle out sound. Thankfully, it didn't sound as though many other people were wanting to make the usuall racket right now.

Euphoric gently reminded him that Gabby had put out an open invitation about pie at his place. Pie was sounding good right about now, and if there was raspberry cream pie, he'd totally give sexual favors to whomever had made it.

Trance changed into some comfortable cloths, then went to leave. He hesitated a moment, then snatched Pandy up. He didn't care if anybody harassed him about the stuffed animal, it was something nice to snuggle.

Soon enough he was standing outside of Gabby's room, He sighed softly and flattened his ears all the more against his head when he heard how many voices were on the otherside. He gave whomever answered the door a half hearted smile, then slipped into the room.

At thiis point he'd fallen back a bit onto the kitty nature, and part of him just wanted to curl up in somebody's lap. However he knew that would probably not be tolerated at the moment, and he didn't want the headache of dealing with it. So instead Pandy was snuggled closer as he looked for a placee to sit and curl up in. Unless somebody decided to offer him their lap, then he'd take it, no matter whom it was.

[Anonymous]

(Jumping back in! Woo!)

Maybe he was starting to get old. Valmont hadn't aged a second past 26 physically, but he still thought he could see it in his face where the years spent after that were setting in. Staring at his reflection in Gabriel's bathroom, he'd almost forgotten about the party outside. It had originally seemed to have been dying down, with Roman and Gabriel playing somewhere and the emotional vampire leaving. But there was still plenty of his peers outside the door enjoying themselves.

He leaned back against the wall, staring at his own reflection. It was the eyes, he decided, that were bugging him. Something about his eyes didn't reflect the youthful spark he'd once had. Probings always did wierd things to Valmont's mind. Nevertheless, he had decided that he wasn't going to leave this party early, though he had been in here for a while. His right eye lightly twitched, and the faucet turned on, cold water spilling into the sink. He wanted to just float it up to him, but he wouldn't. Not right now anyways, he'd moved enough things today.  Tch. Damn that Seiteki. Was it so wrong to abuse what he was good at?

Ignoring the voices outside, Valmont moved his face above the sink, staring into the basin as the stream of water fell into the drain. Placing his hands together, the cool water filled his makeshift bowl, seeping out between the cracks of his fingers. He hurled the water onto his face, a sound of satisfaction escaping him. It was refreshing. He continued a few more times, before he turned off the faucet. Valmont's eyes wandered as he looked for a towel, observing Gabriel's counter. He had alot of products Valmont had never heard of, and some that just looked questionable. The scented soap was enough to raise an eyebrow, but it wasn't his job to judge. He dried his face off, and stepped to open the door, stopping before his hand could remove the barrier from the others. What in the world was so exciting out there?

It was a bad habit, but he didn't like to be unprepared. His mind slipped out the door, and what he found was horror beyond imagining. Oh no. Oh gods no. What had Fala done? He almost found himself eyeing the bathroom window, but it wouldn't work. They were in the way from the bathroom to the door to leave. Valmont slipped back into himself, resigned to his fate. He could have fun with this. Just had to make sure the bottle landed where he wanted it to land on his turn. He opened the door, reentering the room of headached yet happy pilots.

"So, now we're playing kissing games? I don't like the odds, but I'll play along too." Valmont's eyes moved around the room, a menacing grin on his face as he gave a glance to the more senior pilots. "Provided everyone here plays as well. If I'm not playing stick in the mud, no one should. It might actually be fun."