Assallya

Golden Age of Piracy: Caribbean 1655 (OOC)

"Thank ye," Lucy said, "nothin' like wettin' the ol' whistle after a long day."

Lucy took herself a swig of the rum and made a show of her enjoyment of it with a throat "ah" and stroking her neck with long slender fingers. The additional theater had a two fold purpose. In addition to keeping all eyes on her and the men interested it also allowed her to slow down the consumption of spirits. She wasn't particularly smart but she'd learned that particular lesson the hard way. It wasn't uncommon for sailors to "liquor up a salty wench" as they called it and earn a little free entertainment. She'd awoken in an alley more than once with her skirts up over her head.

"Ye gents just drop anchor?"

GTA: Episodes of Liberty City (High Casual)

Sarah Covenry
Street Name: Tryst
Age: 21
Occupation: Stripper/Prostitute
Place of Birth: Bohan, born and raised
Affiliations: None
Criminal Record:
-2012: Possession of Narcotics
-2013: Prostitution
Notes:
-Works at the Triangle Club in Bohan.
-When not at the club she streetwalks in the Bohan industrial district
-If nobody else is available, those in prison can arrange for her to pick them up after the prison escape

Star Wars: Resurgence

Enh. Every time I see this crap it turns into two or three faction heads having a pissing contest while a half dozen others have an adventure out on a ship and never between they meet.

I'm keeping on eye on it but I'm quite wary.

Borderlands 3 [Interest Check]

Prepare for Super Ultra Borderlands 3: Arcade Remix Hyper Edition EX Alpha Plus !!!

Golden Age of Piracy: Caribbean 1655 (OOC)

The whore continued to smile and again was presented with a conundrum. Some men appreciate a woman who acted as such, were demure and obedient. Others preferred those with more fire. How she sat would speak volumes about her character, or at least the character she'd choose to adopt for this particular encounter. Now which was more likely to result in more coin slipping her way. It was the man's lack of footwear that decided her. A true gentleman would never be so comfortable in such a state. Grasping one of the rickety chairs on lifting it, she twisted it backwards and straddled it like a man would a mighty steed. It bunched up her skirts between her legs and put something of a barrier between herself and the three sailors but at the same time her yawning legs and suggestive posturing were quite brazen. Lucy, however, pretended not to notice.

"Hulloo Cap'n Cris," she greeted him cheerily and then delivered a nod to his fellows, "Mathews. Henry."

Did she give Mathews an extra bit of a look, a subtle twist of an eyebrow? No, that must have been their imagination.

Lucy then had to consider where next to take the conversation. She could be blunt. She knew the names of several pirate captains who would likely have loot to sell off. That was, after all, why most merchants came to Tortuga. It was either the tobacco or the loot. That, she decided could come later. For now it was just important to be amiable.

"Why aren't you all a bunch of strapping young bootstraps," she commented as she leaned forwards onto two chair legs, "Going to be in town long?"

Star Wars: Resurgence

I'm paying attention. I suppose my participation depends on submitted characters if it's "player driven".

SW: Edge of the Empire: Ep. I - Escape from Mos Shuuta

I was rather hoping to have to deal with the Gundark later after it had mopped up the mercenaries. A sort of, "Damn. I didn't plan this far ahead" sort of moment for Arla to scratch her bald head on.

Borderlands 3 [Interest Check]

cl4p-tp: Behold... the power of the Dubstep gun! Wub wub wub wub. Wuh...? What do you mean that's from Saint's Row? I'll have you killed. Now where's my minion?

SW: Edge of the Empire: Ep. I - Escape from Mos Shuuta

The savage Twi'lek was once again bewildered. Standing at arms, a new harness wrapped her near nakedness, the webbing holding weapons she'd stripped from those she'd slain. She was leaning upon her pike, one that during the fight she'd discovered could be charged with electricity. She had named it the crackle stick. She was expecting to be congratulated for successfully defending half of the ship all by herself when Cor ran past her with wild abandon.

"We leaving are?" she asked as another figure, the much smaller cowled figure with the amber glowing eyes rushed on by, also ignoring her.

"What are seals? Why up they must be?" she said, to nobody in particular, "and where be my four arm friend?"

Moving carefully towards the front of the old freighter Arla kept a wary eye out for her "new friend" lest it rend her with those dangerous claws. Additionally, she had to wonder what else was here in the hold. During the chase and the fighting many of the cages had overturned and might well have opened. It could be quite dangerous.

X-Men: The Divided

Oddly enough those big white "eyes" on spiderman have expressions. They shouldn't being made of cloth but the do.

If you're going for the "no prize" you could say it's an advanced Shi'ar fabric which includes an encephalographic sensor suite and transductive memory cloth. Solar powered of course.