"I felt something too, and I have no sense of touch!" TaxidermyMan replied; he'd probably be nodding if that was something is could do. "Thank you for being so kind to a guy like me."
Jailbird, in the mean time, was watching Nitro with new interest, keenly aware of the possible implications of his silly boxer shorts. Her face showed a kind of dull frown a she tried to decide if they were just for show or if maybe he had lied before to get out of knocking boots with her. Her face reddened uncharacteristically as she thought up a third possibility: what if he'd gotten "equipped" just because she'd been disappointed earlier? She lost focus on putting any pressure on Trace.
"You did so make up the rules!" Trace predictably snapped, although it didn't particularly exempt her from the punishment she'd agreed to when she'd accepted the rules. "That said, I'm not going to strip for any of you," she clarified again, balling both hands into fists defiantly. She had backed off of Nitro as soon as he'd started taking off his clothes.
TriangleMan snuck up behind her and grabbed both arms beneath hers, then hooked them under and spread hers to the side. "Triangulating... quit struggling. If you're going to be a baby, I will assist..." he droned in an irritated sounding voice. Now that he wad in position, however, his face triangle was glowing red... One needed to be reminded that he was essentially in a swim speedo now, grabbing her from behind at close quarters, to understand the full effect.
"Noooo! Let me go!" she demanded, lifting up her lower body and kicking like a child; the other navi braced himself to avoid falling over.
"Triangulating... Triangle Cutter!" TriangleMan announced; one of his hands transformed into something like a pizza cutter with a big triangle as a head. He ran it down her chest as carefully as he could manage, which, to be fair, took the precision and care of a true genius. Finally, he folded open her skinsuit, revealing a modest set of black-and-white striped underwear, which looked cute on her wide hips; the straps hugged the extra jiggle there tightly. With that off, however, one could really pity her for having TriangleMan all up ons. His face dilated from red to black as he brought the cutter back down towards the center of her chest, despite her protests.
Jailbird screwed up her eyes and watched; something seemed to either disturb or aggravate her about Trace's underwear. Kismet came to the rescue of Trace, grabbing TriangleMan's arm. "I done believe there was anything in the rules about mounting the loser from behind," she noted, scowling at the triangle-themed offender.
His face turned blue and he released his captive, then fell back. Trace took the opportunity to turn and kick him in the groin, causing him to fall over on his gemstone face. "Perv!" she exclaimed. After that, she simply jacked out.
"Too much pent up sexual frustration. That's one set of equilateral triangles that's never going to overlap another figure," Shok ventured. Jailbird nodded, but turned her head slowly, somehow resisting the urge to join in the goading. "I suppose we're done then. Adieu." Shok left as well in a startling bolt of electricity.
"Triangu...lating... Screw... Uuuuuuh," he gasped, rising shakily up to his feet.
"Thank you all for a lovely evening," TaxidermyMan finished. "Tell me if you're ever having another crazy party!" He jacked out as well.
Jailbird moved over and began whispering to Kismet, who nodded with an unchanging frown. Kismet then left as well. The only ones left were Nitro, TNT, Jailbird, and TriangleMan. Jailbird moved over to speak to Nitro... her eyes shined, making it clear she had either thought of or learned something interesting. Her eyes flickered down to his boxers again, than back up. "Hey... I've got all I need to know about that now, just so you know... Now I need to talk to you about what we do with it..." she whispered, standing very close with her arms still crossed.
TriangleMan stayed silent, watching from a distance. There was a good chance Jailbird had forgotten he was there.
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"TriangleMan, stop it!" Nitro shouted as he grabbed Trace from behind. "It was just a game! It's not a crime if she doesn't-" However, his protests went unheeded as the triangle navi took it upon himself to enforce the rules. He really couldn't help but stare, but he did spare a glance at Jailbird when the underwear came out on display, the black and white stripes evoking her motif in his mind. He quirked an eyebrow at her reaction, but again, he elected not to pursue the subject.
As everyone began departing, and Jailbird called attention to his... upgrade... he began to stammer a bit, he himself still not aware of anything and deciding it was time to come clean. "Jail, I don't-" he stopped abruptly, as he began to feel a certain... rising tension. He looked around in an utter panic, and grabbed one of his discarded boots, hiding his shame. He also changed his statement mid way through. "...don't think we're alone just yet..." He glanced at TNT and jerked his head to TriangleMan, signaling to get him out of here and then make herself scarce.
Tina sighed, her face buried in her hand, muttering "unbelievable..." under her breath. She walked past them, giving Nitro a hard glare (which actually bled over to Jailbird a bit as well), befor turning to TriangleMan. "Come on, perhaps we should leave them alone for now," she said. "Everyone else has left already, leave them to clean things up." She turned back to look at the two, and with another utterance of "unbelievable...", she jacked out with a flash of red.
Once Nitro and Jail were left alone, he lowered the boot, giving a light chuckle. "Heh. So, uh, mission accomplished?"
As everyone began departing, and Jailbird called attention to his... upgrade... he began to stammer a bit, he himself still not aware of anything and deciding it was time to come clean. "Jail, I don't-" he stopped abruptly, as he began to feel a certain... rising tension. He looked around in an utter panic, and grabbed one of his discarded boots, hiding his shame. He also changed his statement mid way through. "...don't think we're alone just yet..." He glanced at TNT and jerked his head to TriangleMan, signaling to get him out of here and then make herself scarce.
Tina sighed, her face buried in her hand, muttering "unbelievable..." under her breath. She walked past them, giving Nitro a hard glare (which actually bled over to Jailbird a bit as well), befor turning to TriangleMan. "Come on, perhaps we should leave them alone for now," she said. "Everyone else has left already, leave them to clean things up." She turned back to look at the two, and with another utterance of "unbelievable...", she jacked out with a flash of red.
Once Nitro and Jail were left alone, he lowered the boot, giving a light chuckle. "Heh. So, uh, mission accomplished?"
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"Triangulating... I don't believe they have any 'clean things' in mind for once we're gone," the metallic navi replied, giving the two a glare of his own (although his glare was really just his triangle gem dilating and changing blue). He complied, though, and jacked out.
Jailbird watched them with a blank stare, then turned back to Nitro, raising one eyebrow at his creative use of boot. She raised both eyebrows, however, once the boot was out of the way. She brought her eyes back up to his face, then grinned slyly. "Oh, I see! I tell you I don't have an operator, you tell me you don't have a willy, and now we're both liars and cheapskates. I'm fine with that," she laughed, smiling genuinely. "And listen, nothing sounds better to me than doing it on that cool bowling alley floor and making SellSoul mop it up later. But that's not actually what I meant," she snickered, then finally got her face back into a frown. "Yeah, this is actually more important. That freakshow, Shok... she's the culprit!"
She elected to grab up her bra and turned to put it on while she talked. "I'm not going to go into it too much, cause I know you already know more about the case than you've got any reason to care about. Basically, Shok knew that the Teksqp had a reputation for being crazy and used that as a cover-up. You know she's a Blesser, right? They get crazy powers somehow when they join up... anyways, there's evidence to show she somehow got Mime involved with the Blessers too and studied some kind if descent into insanity, which developed into the massacre. It seems like she was doing everything secretly, probably even the Blessers didn't know... She has all sorts of documents on how the powers of the Blessers make you crazy though. The more powerful, the crazier, too. You know hoe Mime created all that invisible crap? That was probably her power."
Jailbird debated internally and decided that the value of keeping her shirt off might outweigh the consequences; she dropped the shirt and kept talking. "Anyways, it's a shame Shok's research didn't pan out in time, but she's the one who dragged Mime into this, she didn't inform anyone inside the Mafia, and she's basically responsible for the deaths of all those navis. She's made the Head Family shitlist and you can bet whatever they have in store for her won't be pretty. For now, though, remember that she's a blesser. Confronting her about it won't do any good. The easier solution will be for someone to take care of Electra, so you and me are done with the mess. Case closed. I could be looking at a juicy promotion too..."
"Anyway, we have to get back into our position as the navis of the night's hosts, but uh... let's keep it on the backburner, okay?" she suggested, moving close enough so they were nearly touching. Soon enough, they were; her hands wrapped asymmetricaly around his shoulders and her face came close. "I can think of a few other nightly positions I would like to get into later..." She closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and gave him an open-mouthed kiss, before backing out unceremoniously, so quickly that he felt her beam off his own face.
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Jailbird watched them with a blank stare, then turned back to Nitro, raising one eyebrow at his creative use of boot. She raised both eyebrows, however, once the boot was out of the way. She brought her eyes back up to his face, then grinned slyly. "Oh, I see! I tell you I don't have an operator, you tell me you don't have a willy, and now we're both liars and cheapskates. I'm fine with that," she laughed, smiling genuinely. "And listen, nothing sounds better to me than doing it on that cool bowling alley floor and making SellSoul mop it up later. But that's not actually what I meant," she snickered, then finally got her face back into a frown. "Yeah, this is actually more important. That freakshow, Shok... she's the culprit!"
She elected to grab up her bra and turned to put it on while she talked. "I'm not going to go into it too much, cause I know you already know more about the case than you've got any reason to care about. Basically, Shok knew that the Teksqp had a reputation for being crazy and used that as a cover-up. You know she's a Blesser, right? They get crazy powers somehow when they join up... anyways, there's evidence to show she somehow got Mime involved with the Blessers too and studied some kind if descent into insanity, which developed into the massacre. It seems like she was doing everything secretly, probably even the Blessers didn't know... She has all sorts of documents on how the powers of the Blessers make you crazy though. The more powerful, the crazier, too. You know hoe Mime created all that invisible crap? That was probably her power."
Jailbird debated internally and decided that the value of keeping her shirt off might outweigh the consequences; she dropped the shirt and kept talking. "Anyways, it's a shame Shok's research didn't pan out in time, but she's the one who dragged Mime into this, she didn't inform anyone inside the Mafia, and she's basically responsible for the deaths of all those navis. She's made the Head Family shitlist and you can bet whatever they have in store for her won't be pretty. For now, though, remember that she's a blesser. Confronting her about it won't do any good. The easier solution will be for someone to take care of Electra, so you and me are done with the mess. Case closed. I could be looking at a juicy promotion too..."
"Anyway, we have to get back into our position as the navis of the night's hosts, but uh... let's keep it on the backburner, okay?" she suggested, moving close enough so they were nearly touching. Soon enough, they were; her hands wrapped asymmetricaly around his shoulders and her face came close. "I can think of a few other nightly positions I would like to get into later..." She closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and gave him an open-mouthed kiss, before backing out unceremoniously, so quickly that he felt her beam off his own face.
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Nitro chuckled a bit as Jailbird made her good-humored accusation. "Hey, I never said anything about it, you infered that all on your own," Nitro said with a smirk. His smirk fell a bit as Jailbird explained the reasoning behind having them lag behind, partly due to the information being discussed, partly because he was a little disappointed at the direction things took. Nitro wasn't sure which was worse, now that he'd experienced both: Not having a bat at the baseball game, or having the bat but no game to play.
He followed the other navi's example and began redressing a bit as Jail talked about Shok's uncovered past. He frowned a bit as the name "Blessers" came up, as he slipped on his Navisuit, but neglected to do it up. "Great," he said, "First the ROT, and now I've got another bunch of oddballs I'm gonna have to watch out for." Nitro shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder exactly how many sane Navis actually exist." His words had a bit of irony to them, given that he was a member of the Family infamous for its slightly unhinged member base.
Nitro nodded a bit after Jailbird explained that they should get back. His face reddened a bit, though, as Jail approached, draping her hands around his shoulders. He semi-consciously slipped his hands around her waist. "Yeah... sounds like a plan..." he said. As Jail shut he eyes and leaned in, he copied the motion, returning the kiss in kind, performing quite admirably in light of his inexperience. He was rather disappointed that she pulled out as quickly as she did, and stood there a moment after she jacked out (somewhat dangerously close to him). He sighed a bit, and collected up his gear, dressing himself back up before jacking out.
He followed the other navi's example and began redressing a bit as Jail talked about Shok's uncovered past. He frowned a bit as the name "Blessers" came up, as he slipped on his Navisuit, but neglected to do it up. "Great," he said, "First the ROT, and now I've got another bunch of oddballs I'm gonna have to watch out for." Nitro shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder exactly how many sane Navis actually exist." His words had a bit of irony to them, given that he was a member of the Family infamous for its slightly unhinged member base.
Nitro nodded a bit after Jailbird explained that they should get back. His face reddened a bit, though, as Jail approached, draping her hands around his shoulders. He semi-consciously slipped his hands around her waist. "Yeah... sounds like a plan..." he said. As Jail shut he eyes and leaned in, he copied the motion, returning the kiss in kind, performing quite admirably in light of his inexperience. He was rather disappointed that she pulled out as quickly as she did, and stood there a moment after she jacked out (somewhat dangerously close to him). He sighed a bit, and collected up his gear, dressing himself back up before jacking out.