"Indeed, she did! I'll be the first to admit she can be a bit...flaky... at times, but it makes her surprisingly good at such things!" The wind Navi looked over the apartment, admittedly a little surprised himself that Ariel was quite the interior decorator. One would expect a more chaotic appearance from her place, for sure. "Go ahead and set her on the bed, if you would...ah, and make sure the trash can is easily accessible from the right side! That's the side she tends to occupy, and I can guarantee that at some point she's going to wake up, lean over, locate it, and regurgitate her spleen." Suffice it say that this wasn't the first time this had ever happened.
"Mmm...huh...?" The drunken pilot's eyes opened slightly, though admittedly even her eagle vision was heavily blurred at the moment, making it only significant in that she was semi-conscious. "Where...am I...?"
ACBuki Apartment Complex
last edited by
John couldn't help but chuckle at ZephyrMan's recommended actions, the "regurgitate her spleen" part really hit home. She was drinking like a fish, so much so that she may be in pretty rough shape for the night, and possibly into the next few days. Or who knows, she might be one of those chipper ones that can brush off a hangover like it's nothing.
Haha, I gotcha. I assume she has a wastebasket in her bathroom, or should I retrieve one from the kitchen?
He started to make his way into her bedroom as sleeping beauty started to come back to consciousness. John paused, and actually widened his stance a bit, just in case she decides to flip out; he didn't want to drop her.
Ah, welcome back, Ariel. You're back in your apartment. You kind of blacked out in the club, but ZephyrMan was kind enough to give me directions to take you back home. You feeling alright?
Haha, I gotcha. I assume she has a wastebasket in her bathroom, or should I retrieve one from the kitchen?
He started to make his way into her bedroom as sleeping beauty started to come back to consciousness. John paused, and actually widened his stance a bit, just in case she decides to flip out; he didn't want to drop her.
Ah, welcome back, Ariel. You're back in your apartment. You kind of blacked out in the club, but ZephyrMan was kind enough to give me directions to take you back home. You feeling alright?
last edited by
"No, she usually keeps one in the bedroom for just such an occasion...ah!" ZephyrMan finally noticed that the person he was talking about was coming to...somewhat. "Ah, Ariel! At last, you're coming to!"
Fortunately for John, the person he was holding made no resistance whatsoever. It wasn't even a sure thing that she realized he was the reason she wasn't earthbound at the moment. "Black out...I see...unnh...feel like crap..."
"Yes, you crossed your alcohol tolerance line with flying colors...but we'll discuss that when you feel better. For now, get some rest."
"Okay..." Ariel closed her eyes again, but, instead of promptly conking out, she managed to pull herself up enough, and gave her new friend a nice, big hug, complete with the benefits of receiving one from a large chested woman. "Thank you...John...for...helping me..."
Fortunately for John, the person he was holding made no resistance whatsoever. It wasn't even a sure thing that she realized he was the reason she wasn't earthbound at the moment. "Black out...I see...unnh...feel like crap..."
"Yes, you crossed your alcohol tolerance line with flying colors...but we'll discuss that when you feel better. For now, get some rest."
"Okay..." Ariel closed her eyes again, but, instead of promptly conking out, she managed to pull herself up enough, and gave her new friend a nice, big hug, complete with the benefits of receiving one from a large chested woman. "Thank you...John...for...helping me..."
last edited by
John accepted her hug graciously, and gently eased her down to the bed.
No worries, Ariel.
He smiled at her, glad that she was talking and seemingly lucid, though there was some worry left in his mind. It did sound like this wasn't a rare occurrence, but he didn't feel right to just leave her alone in that big apartment all by herself. Even though ZephyrMan could probably call someone if something went wrong, he wouldn't physically be able to help her.
Hey, uh... how do I say this... Do you want me to stay for a bit, just in case? You did drink a lot, and I can't help but worry at least a little..
John's tone was rather wavering, a somewhat far cry from his normally confident demeanor. In fact, KaijuMan would have likely called him out on that if he wasn't sleeping on a burning pile of rubble, all "smash'D" out.
No worries, Ariel.
He smiled at her, glad that she was talking and seemingly lucid, though there was some worry left in his mind. It did sound like this wasn't a rare occurrence, but he didn't feel right to just leave her alone in that big apartment all by herself. Even though ZephyrMan could probably call someone if something went wrong, he wouldn't physically be able to help her.
Hey, uh... how do I say this... Do you want me to stay for a bit, just in case? You did drink a lot, and I can't help but worry at least a little..
John's tone was rather wavering, a somewhat far cry from his normally confident demeanor. In fact, KaijuMan would have likely called him out on that if he wasn't sleeping on a burning pile of rubble, all "smash'D" out.
last edited by
As soon as her back hit the bed, Ariel's grasp went limp. That couldn't be good...
"...Zzz..."
...Ah, she had simply taken her Navi's advice, albeit slightly later than anticipated. Not to mention that the bed felt as amazing as it looked...
"That's very generous of you...but, I don't see a need. If worst comes to worst, a retired doctor lives on the third floor. He's been very kind to Ariel in the past, so I can depend on him if I need to." Well, so much for that. "Still, it's quite late...you're welcome to stay the night if you wish. I'm not entirely comfortable with you sharing a bed with her, but...ahh! I don't mean to say that you wouldn't take advantage of her in that state! It's just...I'd rather not risk you drowning in a potential sea of her vomit. Understand? The couch should be sufficient, however. If you look under the skirt, you should find a blanket and pillow you can use. Ariel usually keeps them there so she can watch TV when she's sick or tired, but she's always washing them, so it should be fine." Hmm...couldn't think of anything else. "If there's anything else you need, you need only ask, and I'll point the way to it!"
"...Zzz..."
...Ah, she had simply taken her Navi's advice, albeit slightly later than anticipated. Not to mention that the bed felt as amazing as it looked...
"That's very generous of you...but, I don't see a need. If worst comes to worst, a retired doctor lives on the third floor. He's been very kind to Ariel in the past, so I can depend on him if I need to." Well, so much for that. "Still, it's quite late...you're welcome to stay the night if you wish. I'm not entirely comfortable with you sharing a bed with her, but...ahh! I don't mean to say that you wouldn't take advantage of her in that state! It's just...I'd rather not risk you drowning in a potential sea of her vomit. Understand? The couch should be sufficient, however. If you look under the skirt, you should find a blanket and pillow you can use. Ariel usually keeps them there so she can watch TV when she's sick or tired, but she's always washing them, so it should be fine." Hmm...couldn't think of anything else. "If there's anything else you need, you need only ask, and I'll point the way to it!"
last edited by
John was quite relieved to hear they had someone close, and more importantly well trained and likely well equipped, to come to their aid if need be. Thanks to that, he is no longer needed. John smiled in relief, then put ZephyrMan's PET on the dresser next to Ariel's bed.
Ah, good. And thanks for the offer, but I should be fine heading back on my own.
He went into the bathroom to retrieve the wastebasket, and put it on the floor next to the right side of the bed. Ariel was already fast asleep, though she was rather far away from the head of her bed. Instead of trying to drag her into place, he grabbed one of her pillows and gently lifted her head before sliding it underneath her. He then went to the left side of the bed and grabbed one end of the sheets, before he folded them over her, tucking her in, in a way.
It was great meeting you, ZephyrMan. Please tell Ariel she can give us a buzz any time if she wants to bust again.
He then looked back down at Ariel, who was sleeping soundly, and likely very comfortably on the cloud of a bed. He smiled slightly, his fatigue from the long night finally showing on his face.
Good night... Ariel.
He started to make his way out of the room, before he paused and looked back towards the PET, propped up on Ariel's dresser.
Should I turn the lights off, or leave them on?
He would either leave the switch alone, or flick the lights off at ZephyrMan's request, before he quietly made his way out of the apartment, picking up his jacket and putting on his shoes as he went, before silently making his way out. He was going to try and somehow lock the door, but due to the sheer amount of security (and need for quick access by the doctor, god forbid he's required) he decided to leave the door unlocked. John rubbed his eyes and yawned as he made his way back to the bus stop, and started is ride back to Yoka. He tried to keep himself awake, because he didn't want to fall asleep on the bus... again.
((To Yoka))
Ah, good. And thanks for the offer, but I should be fine heading back on my own.
He went into the bathroom to retrieve the wastebasket, and put it on the floor next to the right side of the bed. Ariel was already fast asleep, though she was rather far away from the head of her bed. Instead of trying to drag her into place, he grabbed one of her pillows and gently lifted her head before sliding it underneath her. He then went to the left side of the bed and grabbed one end of the sheets, before he folded them over her, tucking her in, in a way.
It was great meeting you, ZephyrMan. Please tell Ariel she can give us a buzz any time if she wants to bust again.
He then looked back down at Ariel, who was sleeping soundly, and likely very comfortably on the cloud of a bed. He smiled slightly, his fatigue from the long night finally showing on his face.
Good night... Ariel.
He started to make his way out of the room, before he paused and looked back towards the PET, propped up on Ariel's dresser.
Should I turn the lights off, or leave them on?
He would either leave the switch alone, or flick the lights off at ZephyrMan's request, before he quietly made his way out of the apartment, picking up his jacket and putting on his shoes as he went, before silently making his way out. He was going to try and somehow lock the door, but due to the sheer amount of security (and need for quick access by the doctor, god forbid he's required) he decided to leave the door unlocked. John rubbed his eyes and yawned as he made his way back to the bus stop, and started is ride back to Yoka. He tried to keep himself awake, because he didn't want to fall asleep on the bus... again.
((To Yoka))
last edited by
Well, looked like no one else would be sleeping over tonight. ZephyrMan was slightly disappointed, but his operator wasn't exactly going be much fun for a while. "If you so desire. And it was quite the pleasure meeting you, as well John!"
Hmm...leaving the lights on or not...that was actually a good question. It was a clear night, though, so there'd probably be enough light to see if necessary. "The window shades are open, so you can turn them off. Farewell, and take care on the way home!" ...Whew. What a night. Ariel was safe, so time to tuck himself in, and rest his own frame...
----------------
Throughout the night, Ariel managed to shift to a more traditional position on her bed, and proceeded to ensure that the wastebucket was a very, very good idea. While he got some rest when he could, ZephyrMan spent much of the time watching over his operator, ensuring she was relatively fine.
And then, just like that, it was 4:30 PM.
The drunken pilot opened her eyes, surprisingly able minded for her situation. "...Wow...what a night. I don't remember most of it yet, but it was fun! I know it!"
"Zzz...zz-eh?! ...Ah, Ariel! Finally with the waking world again, eh?"
"I think so...so, what time is it? I feel like I've been sleeping for a year..."
"It's currently...4:32 PM. I'm not sure when you fell asleep, but I can say for sure that, disregarding moments where you became conscious enough to lean over and puke into the wastebasket, you were out for at least 16 hours."
"...Ugh..."
"You know, I've been thinking about it, and I think I realized why you got as sick as you did. You didn't eat anything before leaving, did you?"
"...Um...I don't think so?"
"That's it. You had nothing on your stomach to absorb the alcohol. Well, I'm glad that mystery is solved! Considering how you can normally hold it, I was wondering how it got to you!"
"...Don't you have anything better to than nag a poor, hungover girl?"
"I'm merely stating the facts!"
"Whatever..." The pilot slowly, but surely, sat up on her bed, removing her sandals and throwing them on the floor...far away from the puke can, of course. "Head hurts...ow..."
"Well, you know the drill."
"Right! A nice, cold shower, then something to eat!...I'm not that hungry, though..."
"Do it anyway! You'll feel better! ...Oh, and before you go take that shower, close the blinds!"
"I was going to anyway..." And then there was...no light. Ahh. In celebration, the hungover pilot removed her blouse once again, though this time noting that there was something wrong with it. "Huh? What happened?! The collar's totally ripped!"
"...I'm not sure, aside from the fact it occured about the same time you blacked out."
"...I must've snagged it on a corner...fuuuck!" She tossed it next to the laundry basket, reminding her to either toss it out, or get it repaired. Normally she'd be too lazy for the latter, but since she really liked that one, it might get an exemption. Hmm...maybe she could find someone to fix it the next time she went bra shopping. Speaking of which, she reached back, and navigated her hair to remove the one she was wearing from her, revealing her chest for the world to see...or at least, the part of the world that could magically see through blinds. With a slightly pained expression, she rubbed on them a bit. "Oww...yeah, I definitely need to get a few more. This one's made me kinda sore..."
Next off were the pants, leaving her with only a surprisingly modest pair of panties. "Ahh...if I could, I'd always wear just this!" Granted, when she was home and didn't expect any company, she was prone to blocking off all the windows and do her business as such..."Well, I guess I shouldn't when I take showers, though." And with that, the underwear, too, was officially dirty laundry. "I dunno why some people hate getting naked so much...it makes me feel so free!"
"To be fair, most people don't have a body like yours..."
"Um...I guess that's true, but...I dunno. I get the feeling I'd be like this even if I was fat!" As it were, however, she had the fortune of only being fat chested. Having the peace of mind of having a nice figure, regardless of what she did, she headed for the bathroom, accessed via a door next to the bed. It was actually easy to miss, since the bedroom door often hid it from view. But unfortunately for her, that room had no windows, and thus no way for small amounts of natural light to get through. And not enough would get in if she left the door open, so...click! "...Ow. Do NOT want that light."
The shower was then turned on, and intentionally left somewhat cold. After waiting a few moments to let it warm up past freezing, Ariel walked in, promptly letting the cool water wash over her. "Ooh...that feels kinda good..." She stood there for a few minutes, allowing the flow to cover every inch of her. "...Nah, don't feel like washing my hair...too much effort. It'll be fine until I'm 100% again, anyway." Still, she didn't want to be semi-gross. She grabbed a bottle of body wash, and used a washcloth to apply it all over her body. Arms, legs, butt and lower region, belly, back, chest...for some reason, rubbing it on the latter felt really, really good. Maybe after she was done, she could head back to the bed and-
...OW OW OW. Hangover induced headache. Okay, okay, she got the point. Never mind. She'd have to do it some other time.
After another few minutes of rinsing and letting the water hit her, the formerly drunken woman called it quits, turning off the shower and heading out. She felt a little better, but still a bit meh. Grabbing a nearby towel, she dried herself off, then attempted to dry her hair off; which took longer, she wasn't sure. Tossing it back where it was, she headed back out, and went to the kitchen. "I'm a little hungrier...what should I eat?" Let's see...what was in the fridge that was easy to eat...ah, yogurt. Grabbing a cup of it, she opened a nearby drawer, removing a spoon from it, and started chowing down. "Mmm...cherry!...Ahh!" Well, that was smooth. Talking with her mouth full made some of it come out. While none of it reached the floor, it was now slowly oozing down the middle of her chest. "...Dammit! Real swift, Ariel!" Setting down her first real sustinence of the day, she grabbed a napkin, and got it up. "Okay, think I got it all...but now I'm gonna feel all dirty and sticky there for a while. I should've done this before taking a shower!"
The rest of her meal was uneventful, as she consumed the rest of the dairy treat, then chased it with some fried eggs and orange juice. "...Ugh, if I was feeling better, some omelette rice would really hit the spot right about now...oh well, it was still good! Definitely getting better at cooking!"
"Er, you know, cooking in the buff presents its unique set of hazards..."
"Oh, relax! I was really careful! And I'm done, anyway!" For some reason, the food was making her feel better. A lot better. Maybe if she sat down and watched a little TV, her hangover would evaporate, just like that. Let's see...ah, the news. Anything important?
"Tonight's top story...a killer whale was found beached near the Seaside Hospital. After several hours, workers were able to airlift it to DenTech University for medical treatment." Aww...poor whale. Nothing too depressing, though...maybe it was a slow news day and there wouldn't be anything she needed to think hard about.
An hour passed, and indeed, aside from weather and sports, they mostly ran investigative reports and heartwarming local stories...aka what they aired on slow days. Ariel was feeling a lot better, and not just because she felt better informed. "Okay, I think the worst is over!...Hmm, now what should I do, I wonder?"
"Not go out for a drink!"
"Well, duh. Getting a drink when you're recovering from a hangover is just stupid!"
"...You know, you should probably put some clothes on. John nearly slept exactly where your behind is right now!"
"Are you trying to tell me something about my behind?!"
"No, of course not, it's just..."
"Just what?"
"...Never mind. I suppose it's fine."
"That's right, it's fine! It's MY couch, after all!"
"...Actually, there's somewhere I'd like to go, if you're up for it."
"Really? That's a first! Where?"
"The Navi Shop in SciLab. I earned quite a bit of money busting with Ante and KaijuMan. I imagine we could get some upgrades, and make me more proficient in battle!"
"Sure, I guess that's okay! ...Er, hold on a sec." Ariel looked down, her Navi's earlier remark ringing in her ears. Or maybe it was just the hangover. She wasn't sure. "...Huh. I forgot I was still naked! Silly me!"
"...Er, yes, silly you..."
--------------
Around 20 minutes later, the pilot now looked the part of her occupation, as she was in full pilot's wear. "There we go! And this time, I'm not wearing a bra underneath, so it's not squishing me quite as bad!"
"That's true, but, well..."
"Worried about me getting hard nipples?"
...The bluntness of his operator could be stunning sometimes, no matter how used to it one was. "...Something like that, yes."
"I didn't say I was topless! I've got an undershirt on, so I should be safe so long as it's not absolutely freezing out there. Which it shouldn't, it's not that time of year!"
"Quite true, quite true. Are you ready?"
"Almost!" She grabbed her PET, and placed it on her side. "Can't forget that!"
"Ho ho! As if I'd let you! Now, shall we be off?"
"Yup!" And so the apartment antics came to a close for the time being, as Ariel and ZephyrMan began the trek for SciLab...slightly slower than usual, thanks to light sensitivity, but they were off, nonetheless.
(TO SCILAB)
Hmm...leaving the lights on or not...that was actually a good question. It was a clear night, though, so there'd probably be enough light to see if necessary. "The window shades are open, so you can turn them off. Farewell, and take care on the way home!" ...Whew. What a night. Ariel was safe, so time to tuck himself in, and rest his own frame...
----------------
Throughout the night, Ariel managed to shift to a more traditional position on her bed, and proceeded to ensure that the wastebucket was a very, very good idea. While he got some rest when he could, ZephyrMan spent much of the time watching over his operator, ensuring she was relatively fine.
And then, just like that, it was 4:30 PM.
The drunken pilot opened her eyes, surprisingly able minded for her situation. "...Wow...what a night. I don't remember most of it yet, but it was fun! I know it!"
"Zzz...zz-eh?! ...Ah, Ariel! Finally with the waking world again, eh?"
"I think so...so, what time is it? I feel like I've been sleeping for a year..."
"It's currently...4:32 PM. I'm not sure when you fell asleep, but I can say for sure that, disregarding moments where you became conscious enough to lean over and puke into the wastebasket, you were out for at least 16 hours."
"...Ugh..."
"You know, I've been thinking about it, and I think I realized why you got as sick as you did. You didn't eat anything before leaving, did you?"
"...Um...I don't think so?"
"That's it. You had nothing on your stomach to absorb the alcohol. Well, I'm glad that mystery is solved! Considering how you can normally hold it, I was wondering how it got to you!"
"...Don't you have anything better to than nag a poor, hungover girl?"
"I'm merely stating the facts!"
"Whatever..." The pilot slowly, but surely, sat up on her bed, removing her sandals and throwing them on the floor...far away from the puke can, of course. "Head hurts...ow..."
"Well, you know the drill."
"Right! A nice, cold shower, then something to eat!...I'm not that hungry, though..."
"Do it anyway! You'll feel better! ...Oh, and before you go take that shower, close the blinds!"
"I was going to anyway..." And then there was...no light. Ahh. In celebration, the hungover pilot removed her blouse once again, though this time noting that there was something wrong with it. "Huh? What happened?! The collar's totally ripped!"
"...I'm not sure, aside from the fact it occured about the same time you blacked out."
"...I must've snagged it on a corner...fuuuck!" She tossed it next to the laundry basket, reminding her to either toss it out, or get it repaired. Normally she'd be too lazy for the latter, but since she really liked that one, it might get an exemption. Hmm...maybe she could find someone to fix it the next time she went bra shopping. Speaking of which, she reached back, and navigated her hair to remove the one she was wearing from her, revealing her chest for the world to see...or at least, the part of the world that could magically see through blinds. With a slightly pained expression, she rubbed on them a bit. "Oww...yeah, I definitely need to get a few more. This one's made me kinda sore..."
Next off were the pants, leaving her with only a surprisingly modest pair of panties. "Ahh...if I could, I'd always wear just this!" Granted, when she was home and didn't expect any company, she was prone to blocking off all the windows and do her business as such..."Well, I guess I shouldn't when I take showers, though." And with that, the underwear, too, was officially dirty laundry. "I dunno why some people hate getting naked so much...it makes me feel so free!"
"To be fair, most people don't have a body like yours..."
"Um...I guess that's true, but...I dunno. I get the feeling I'd be like this even if I was fat!" As it were, however, she had the fortune of only being fat chested. Having the peace of mind of having a nice figure, regardless of what she did, she headed for the bathroom, accessed via a door next to the bed. It was actually easy to miss, since the bedroom door often hid it from view. But unfortunately for her, that room had no windows, and thus no way for small amounts of natural light to get through. And not enough would get in if she left the door open, so...click! "...Ow. Do NOT want that light."
The shower was then turned on, and intentionally left somewhat cold. After waiting a few moments to let it warm up past freezing, Ariel walked in, promptly letting the cool water wash over her. "Ooh...that feels kinda good..." She stood there for a few minutes, allowing the flow to cover every inch of her. "...Nah, don't feel like washing my hair...too much effort. It'll be fine until I'm 100% again, anyway." Still, she didn't want to be semi-gross. She grabbed a bottle of body wash, and used a washcloth to apply it all over her body. Arms, legs, butt and lower region, belly, back, chest...for some reason, rubbing it on the latter felt really, really good. Maybe after she was done, she could head back to the bed and-
...OW OW OW. Hangover induced headache. Okay, okay, she got the point. Never mind. She'd have to do it some other time.
After another few minutes of rinsing and letting the water hit her, the formerly drunken woman called it quits, turning off the shower and heading out. She felt a little better, but still a bit meh. Grabbing a nearby towel, she dried herself off, then attempted to dry her hair off; which took longer, she wasn't sure. Tossing it back where it was, she headed back out, and went to the kitchen. "I'm a little hungrier...what should I eat?" Let's see...what was in the fridge that was easy to eat...ah, yogurt. Grabbing a cup of it, she opened a nearby drawer, removing a spoon from it, and started chowing down. "Mmm...cherry!...Ahh!" Well, that was smooth. Talking with her mouth full made some of it come out. While none of it reached the floor, it was now slowly oozing down the middle of her chest. "...Dammit! Real swift, Ariel!" Setting down her first real sustinence of the day, she grabbed a napkin, and got it up. "Okay, think I got it all...but now I'm gonna feel all dirty and sticky there for a while. I should've done this before taking a shower!"
The rest of her meal was uneventful, as she consumed the rest of the dairy treat, then chased it with some fried eggs and orange juice. "...Ugh, if I was feeling better, some omelette rice would really hit the spot right about now...oh well, it was still good! Definitely getting better at cooking!"
"Er, you know, cooking in the buff presents its unique set of hazards..."
"Oh, relax! I was really careful! And I'm done, anyway!" For some reason, the food was making her feel better. A lot better. Maybe if she sat down and watched a little TV, her hangover would evaporate, just like that. Let's see...ah, the news. Anything important?
"Tonight's top story...a killer whale was found beached near the Seaside Hospital. After several hours, workers were able to airlift it to DenTech University for medical treatment." Aww...poor whale. Nothing too depressing, though...maybe it was a slow news day and there wouldn't be anything she needed to think hard about.
An hour passed, and indeed, aside from weather and sports, they mostly ran investigative reports and heartwarming local stories...aka what they aired on slow days. Ariel was feeling a lot better, and not just because she felt better informed. "Okay, I think the worst is over!...Hmm, now what should I do, I wonder?"
"Not go out for a drink!"
"Well, duh. Getting a drink when you're recovering from a hangover is just stupid!"
"...You know, you should probably put some clothes on. John nearly slept exactly where your behind is right now!"
"Are you trying to tell me something about my behind?!"
"No, of course not, it's just..."
"Just what?"
"...Never mind. I suppose it's fine."
"That's right, it's fine! It's MY couch, after all!"
"...Actually, there's somewhere I'd like to go, if you're up for it."
"Really? That's a first! Where?"
"The Navi Shop in SciLab. I earned quite a bit of money busting with Ante and KaijuMan. I imagine we could get some upgrades, and make me more proficient in battle!"
"Sure, I guess that's okay! ...Er, hold on a sec." Ariel looked down, her Navi's earlier remark ringing in her ears. Or maybe it was just the hangover. She wasn't sure. "...Huh. I forgot I was still naked! Silly me!"
"...Er, yes, silly you..."
--------------
Around 20 minutes later, the pilot now looked the part of her occupation, as she was in full pilot's wear. "There we go! And this time, I'm not wearing a bra underneath, so it's not squishing me quite as bad!"
"That's true, but, well..."
"Worried about me getting hard nipples?"
...The bluntness of his operator could be stunning sometimes, no matter how used to it one was. "...Something like that, yes."
"I didn't say I was topless! I've got an undershirt on, so I should be safe so long as it's not absolutely freezing out there. Which it shouldn't, it's not that time of year!"
"Quite true, quite true. Are you ready?"
"Almost!" She grabbed her PET, and placed it on her side. "Can't forget that!"
"Ho ho! As if I'd let you! Now, shall we be off?"
"Yup!" And so the apartment antics came to a close for the time being, as Ariel and ZephyrMan began the trek for SciLab...slightly slower than usual, thanks to light sensitivity, but they were off, nonetheless.
(TO SCILAB)
last edited by
"I'm home!" With a shout to no one in particular, Ariel stretched around in her doorway, before wandering into her apartment. "...Hmm. Kinda hungry. Think I've got some omelette rice in the fridge, though!"
"Yes, I believe you're right...hmm..." Within the confines of Ariel's PET, ZephyrMan stroked his beard thoughtfully, clearly having something on his mind.
"Yay! I do! Put it in the microwave, zap it, and into my belly!...Hey, ZephyrMan?"
"......Yes?"
"Earth to ZephyrMan! Whatcha thinking about?"
"Oh, not much...however, I'd like to do something, if you don't mind."
"Name it!"
"...May I do some virus busting?"
"Wha? Of course! Why would you even hesitate to ask?...Aha, you're thinking of something else, aren't you? Come on, spit it out!"
"Well, if it would be all right, I'd like to test out my crosses! I'm curious as to how they function."
"Oh, so that's it. Sure! No prob!"
"Ah, thank you! Now the question is, where shall we do so?"
"Actually, I kinda have an idea..."
"Oh? And what might that be?"
"Well, as you know, omelette rice is my favorite food. So, I wanna learn more about it. Since it was developed from the omelette, so let's head for Netopia and do some research!"
"I see...that should be fine! And in the meantime, I can demonstrate the power of winds once-" DING! "...Well, that was poor timing..."
"Sorry, omelette rice just finished!" A few moments later, Ariel was sitting on her couch, doing her best to avoid wolfing her food down in a single bite. "...You know, I just thought of a problem. How are we going to jack in, anyway? I don't have a computer..."
"Just jack me into the television. I should be able to find my way through the Net via its signal!"
"Oh, cool!" Okay, where was that jack-in port...? "Umm...oh, there! Jack in! ZephyrMan, Execute!" ...Umm... "...That's not the jack-in port, is it?"
"...No, that's the on/off light. The port is on the other side, to avoid confusion."
"Well, that's a terrible way to do it!" Ahem, take two. "Jack in! ZephyrMan, Execute!"
(TO NETOPIA AREA)
"Yes, I believe you're right...hmm..." Within the confines of Ariel's PET, ZephyrMan stroked his beard thoughtfully, clearly having something on his mind.
"Yay! I do! Put it in the microwave, zap it, and into my belly!...Hey, ZephyrMan?"
"......Yes?"
"Earth to ZephyrMan! Whatcha thinking about?"
"Oh, not much...however, I'd like to do something, if you don't mind."
"Name it!"
"...May I do some virus busting?"
"Wha? Of course! Why would you even hesitate to ask?...Aha, you're thinking of something else, aren't you? Come on, spit it out!"
"Well, if it would be all right, I'd like to test out my crosses! I'm curious as to how they function."
"Oh, so that's it. Sure! No prob!"
"Ah, thank you! Now the question is, where shall we do so?"
"Actually, I kinda have an idea..."
"Oh? And what might that be?"
"Well, as you know, omelette rice is my favorite food. So, I wanna learn more about it. Since it was developed from the omelette, so let's head for Netopia and do some research!"
"I see...that should be fine! And in the meantime, I can demonstrate the power of winds once-" DING! "...Well, that was poor timing..."
"Sorry, omelette rice just finished!" A few moments later, Ariel was sitting on her couch, doing her best to avoid wolfing her food down in a single bite. "...You know, I just thought of a problem. How are we going to jack in, anyway? I don't have a computer..."
"Just jack me into the television. I should be able to find my way through the Net via its signal!"
"Oh, cool!" Okay, where was that jack-in port...? "Umm...oh, there! Jack in! ZephyrMan, Execute!" ...Umm... "...That's not the jack-in port, is it?"
"...No, that's the on/off light. The port is on the other side, to avoid confusion."
"Well, that's a terrible way to do it!" Ahem, take two. "Jack in! ZephyrMan, Execute!"
(TO NETOPIA AREA)
last edited by
There, Navi out. And...Navi in! To her sparking microwave, that was. She did forget to do that shout she always did before jacking in, though. But this was kinda important to worry about that right now... "So, how does it look in there?" As if on cue, the sparks stopped, as suddenly as they began.
"It...was nothing major. The Mr. Prog responsible for maintaining proper electrical flow just took an...impromptu break..."
"I'm so sorry! The Mr. Prog I trade duties with was a little late, and before I knew it, I just...nodded off! Please don't fire me!"
"Well, aside from startling my operator, nothing happened, so there's no need for that. But-"
"Really? Hooray! Thank you thank you thank you! I promise I'll never let that happen again! I know, we'll switch off more often, so we'll never get so sleepy! Thank you for your kindness!"
"Think...nothing of it...?" ZephyrMan was expecting a lot of possible reactions, but that enthusiasm still caught him off guard. "Well, it appears my work is done here. Back to the PET!"
Button pressed, Navi extracted. Just like a couple of minutes ago. "Well, that was kinda weird. But, since we're freed up again, I've been thinking...and I got an idea!
"And that idea would be?" Hopefully, said idea didn't result in her passing out in a bar while spending half the time without wearing a shirt. That was pretty bad...
"Well, there's that mission board where we can do stuff for people to earn stuff, right? We should do that for something neat!"
"Ah, not a bad idea! It's an excellent way to use our many talents!" Though, since said problems didn't involve men needing sexual services, one of Ariel's greatest talents would go unused. "So, shall I set things up?"
"No way! I wanna!"
"Be my guest, then!" That was slightly suspicious, considering she was usually perfectly happy with staying out of the not so fun parts of things, but if she really wanted to...
----------------
"It's all set up, ZephyrMan!"
The windy Navi had taken the opportunity to do nothing, and was in fact sitting back on what appeared to be a beach chair. The fact he hadn't shredded it despite being half tornado seemed suspect, but if his operator noticed, she showed no signs of it. "Is that so? Well, what's the mission?"
"Well, it's a two parter. First, they need a replacement for a fashion show, and apparently I fit what they were looking for!"
"Well, people do say you're highly qualified for that line of work. And what of me?"
"Apparently, they need you to judge some sort of contest. They didn't say what kind, though. But I figured you could do it, and modeling sounds fun, so I signed us up!"
"Very well. So, where is this all being held?"
"The Stanley Court Mall. ...Come to think of it, didn't someone get kidnapped by a giant robot or something there recently?"
"More or less. I heard that a single woman was responsible for apprehending the one responsible and rescuing the captured!"
"Really? Wow...I'd really like to see the person that can literally fight off a giant robot!"
"I never heard the name of rescuer, so I can't bring one up for you. Sorry."
"Aww, too bad. Anyway, as long as there's no giant robots around, I'll be safe!" Her Navi raised an eyebrow, but decided against actually responding to that. "Well, it sounded like they were in a bit of a hurry, so I really should get going." And so she did. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any more overworked Mr. Prog that desperately needed a recharge while she was gone.
"It...was nothing major. The Mr. Prog responsible for maintaining proper electrical flow just took an...impromptu break..."
"I'm so sorry! The Mr. Prog I trade duties with was a little late, and before I knew it, I just...nodded off! Please don't fire me!"
"Well, aside from startling my operator, nothing happened, so there's no need for that. But-"
"Really? Hooray! Thank you thank you thank you! I promise I'll never let that happen again! I know, we'll switch off more often, so we'll never get so sleepy! Thank you for your kindness!"
"Think...nothing of it...?" ZephyrMan was expecting a lot of possible reactions, but that enthusiasm still caught him off guard. "Well, it appears my work is done here. Back to the PET!"
Button pressed, Navi extracted. Just like a couple of minutes ago. "Well, that was kinda weird. But, since we're freed up again, I've been thinking...and I got an idea!
"And that idea would be?" Hopefully, said idea didn't result in her passing out in a bar while spending half the time without wearing a shirt. That was pretty bad...
"Well, there's that mission board where we can do stuff for people to earn stuff, right? We should do that for something neat!"
"Ah, not a bad idea! It's an excellent way to use our many talents!" Though, since said problems didn't involve men needing sexual services, one of Ariel's greatest talents would go unused. "So, shall I set things up?"
"No way! I wanna!"
"Be my guest, then!" That was slightly suspicious, considering she was usually perfectly happy with staying out of the not so fun parts of things, but if she really wanted to...
----------------
"It's all set up, ZephyrMan!"
The windy Navi had taken the opportunity to do nothing, and was in fact sitting back on what appeared to be a beach chair. The fact he hadn't shredded it despite being half tornado seemed suspect, but if his operator noticed, she showed no signs of it. "Is that so? Well, what's the mission?"
"Well, it's a two parter. First, they need a replacement for a fashion show, and apparently I fit what they were looking for!"
"Well, people do say you're highly qualified for that line of work. And what of me?"
"Apparently, they need you to judge some sort of contest. They didn't say what kind, though. But I figured you could do it, and modeling sounds fun, so I signed us up!"
"Very well. So, where is this all being held?"
"The Stanley Court Mall. ...Come to think of it, didn't someone get kidnapped by a giant robot or something there recently?"
"More or less. I heard that a single woman was responsible for apprehending the one responsible and rescuing the captured!"
"Really? Wow...I'd really like to see the person that can literally fight off a giant robot!"
"I never heard the name of rescuer, so I can't bring one up for you. Sorry."
"Aww, too bad. Anyway, as long as there's no giant robots around, I'll be safe!" Her Navi raised an eyebrow, but decided against actually responding to that. "Well, it sounded like they were in a bit of a hurry, so I really should get going." And so she did. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any more overworked Mr. Prog that desperately needed a recharge while she was gone.