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Hey, hi, I'm MK, and I'm a roleplayer so, this looks like the right place! I love to GM, kick plots around and talk character concepts. I'm a collaborative writer at heart, and I like a lot of different genres. I'm into Sci-Fi to Supernatural, Avengers to Apocalypse, Wizards to Westerns, Zombies to Zootopia. Not really Zootopia. I panicked and needed something that started with a Z for alliteration. Nothing against Zootopia - I'm more an Emperor's New Groove sort. Cyberpunk is up there too. I'm a gamer - a PC Gamer, we're like the vegans of the gaming world. I quote movies. I binge Netflix. I hang out with my dog. I have a lot of different interests, but I'm not afraid to do research - I'll gladly write anywhere with engaging characters and plotlines.



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RAVE ON!

Khao Yai City Underground, Evening, Greenleaf Day 2


OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen @Yule









“You sure you want to wear that, Lolo - this is your last chance to change,” Cyd warned right before they left the ship.

Isaac took one last glance at a reflective surface and practiced a few poses under his pleather hoodie, throwing a pout, flashing a peace sign. Satisfied, he gave a confident head shake to his sister. "Nah, I'm good."

Mathias was already prepared with the basics in a string bag, including water, a few ‘party favors’, and some basic first aid stuff. It was a jungle out there, literally.

Cyd looped an arm through Isaac’s, and another around Mathias. Pen said she might catch up, she might not, the pilot was like a leaf on the wind,, she thought with a smile, even though Greenleaf had little to no wind what-so-ever. The air was so humid that you could see a haze around the moon and every street lamp, her skin was already damp by the time they left the Firefly class ship in favor of a party. “This is gonna be lekker!” she said happily, her sneakers flashing with every step. Kandi - plastic beaded jewelry ran half the length of one arm, right for giving, left for getting.

"Speaking of fun!" Mathias chimed in with a clap, the colorful beaded bracelets decorating his arms rattling a bit, as the thump of music drew closer. "What's your poison tonight?" He asked spinning around to face his siblings. "Down or up … who's riding high to coast on the beats and light? And who is staying on the ground to feel the beat in the bones and grind of the crowd?" He asked with theatrical flair.

Isaac looked to his brother and raised a pointer finger as if summoning a maitre d', "I'll be going up, my good man.

“Down if you please,” Cyd chimed in with her preference. “These are my shuffle shoes. I need the drop!” Plus it would be easier to keep an eye on her sibs. Mathias might be the oldest, but that was in boy years.

Mathias produced a little baggie with a green colored pill inside with a snap of his fingers. “Jelly Belly for Cyd …” said passing the treat to Cyd. “... and Cross My Heart for Isaac … drink lots of water.” He said pulling a baby blue pill in a baggie out of thin air.

Isaac admired the innocuous little tablet as he held it up to the light. "A tiny little tiny thing like this….” he said as he drifted his pill next to the one in Cyd's hand, “and you’ll be floating on a cloud.” He then tapped his sister's pill with his like two champagne flutes as he downed his with a loll of his head.

“Are you rolling?” Cyd asked her twin after her Jelly Belly dissolved.

“Let me swallow this Red Devil and answer that for you …” He said putting the thin round wafer on his tongue. “ … now we are ready to party!”

Cyd giggled, the spring in her step getting livlier as they got closer to the source of the music. “Let’s make some bad choices,” she shouted as the Jelly Belly started working its magic, and the three siblings folded into the crowd.
What in-game time of day/night were you thinking?

The Skye's & Pen have a rave to get to at around 10 pm Greenleaf time. (It starts at nightfall, but they're the fashionably late sort,) and they'll be back around ... morning. We're always more than happy to JP!



Ready to Rave

China Doll, Evening, Greenleaf Day 2


OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen @Yule









Mathais was always digging to the bottom of his dresser which really was just a set of milk crates stacked in a corner. Scattered around were various outfits and random clothing and he was only just digging into the 'Party' clothing. He pulled out a pair of leather pants, frowned, making a face and tossed it aside. Like hell he was wearing anything leather in the freaking Jungle!

He was shooting for airey and comfortable! Not lose half his weight from sweating! Mathais continues to dig, putting out a net shirt. He seriously considered it and put it in the maybe pile.

The makeshift curtain that separated a portion of the shuttle pulled back to reveal Isaac in a shiny, brightly colored pleather outfit. He posed proudly as he looked for feedback. "So...what do ya think?" He shifted between a couple of stances as he pulled up the pleather hoodie and gave an exaggerated supermodel pout.

Mathias had a devilish grin spread on his face. "It's perfect." Emphasizing with a pair of thumbs up.

Isaac opened his arms as if to say "I know, right?"

“You know it’s still hot, oweh?” Cyd asked, looking up from her datapad. “You’re going to be lank chafe ten minutes in.”

"That's generous." Mathis muttered.

"Pssh!" Isaac scoffed. "Y'all just reek of jealousy." He said as he wrinkled his nose. He walked up to his brother, his face about chest height, leaned in and gave a few sniffs. "Yup," he looked up, "jealous." He added as he gave a poke to Mathias's chest that shifted into a mime of an explosion with his hands as he backed away mouthing "Boom!"

Mathias looked to his sister. "Imma let nature take its course. You know, like a documentary."

Cyd was a little softer with her approach and made a note to pack a little baby powder for the inevitable. It was so much easier when she would just set out his clothes for the day.

"I feel like I should bring our emergency kit … but then he won't learn." Mathis said looking truly conflicted.

Isaac couldn't be bothered to listen to his siblings' sidebar. He was too busy admiring himself in the mirror, trying out different poses and pouts that in his mind were guaranteed to break hearts. "Sorry to disappoint, ladies," he muttered to himself in his little one man roleplay, "but this one's taken." Just because he was unavailable didn't mean he didn't relish in the attention.

Cyd shot a side glance to her brother, preening himself in the mirror, thinking heat stroke may have set in early. s “You want me to paint your face up, Lo lo?” She held up an eyeliner pen and some neon grease make-up.

"Cool!" The offer pulled Isaac's attention away from his imaginary fans as he trotted over to his sister. He spun a chair nearby backwards and straddled it, leaning his arms against the top of the back. He then rested his chin on his arms giving Cyd a steady canvas on which she could work.

“What’ll it be? Dayglo dragon? Clockwork Orange? Dealer’s Choice?” She asked, dabbing a sponge into the paint. “Something that says sorry bunnies, I’m spoken for, “ she snapped her fingers, and stepped to his left. “Right side single, left… you’re spoken for, oweh? Yobo, you’re up next.” She dabbed the white paint onto half of his face, and with the fine tipped brush, she outlined half of a sugar skull, dabbing orange, green and blue in the mix around his eye.

"Should I get the lasso? Tie him down while you finish?" Mathias chuckled and he laughed at their makeshift table as Issac squirmed away.

Cyd worked quickly, Isaac wasn’t known for his patience or for sitting still, and after about 20 minutes, he managed to escape with only one small spot smudged before she had the chance to spray it to keep in place.

The moment Cyd finished, Isaac was already moving to hop out of the chair and admire her handiwork in the mirror. "Lekker!" He gave his approval in an awed exhale as he craned his head and neck in all different angles to get a better look at his sister's design.

"Who knew all this time all we needed was a mirror to keep him entertained." Mathias snarked while watching his baby brother preen himself.

“It’s a fact like a cow,” Cyd agreed, patting the stool for Mathias next. “Yobo, sit.”

"Do I have to? I'll just get all sweaty and it'll smear and get messed up …" Mathias said in what might have sounded like a whine.

“Nobody goes to just blend in,” she reminded her sib.

Mathias groaned and Ultimately relented. “Fiiiiinnnnnnne.” He said draggin himself to the mercy of his sister.

“Should I get the lasso?” Cyd teased.

“Phss … like you could catch me, Beep beep …” Mathias snickered.

"He's more the 'leash' type anyway." Isaac chimed in, still admiring himself in the mirror. He was trying to decide if he looked more awesome hood up or hood down as he checked over and over again.

“Only if she’s very pretty and the safe word is ‘Keep Going’.” Mathias winked at his little brother.

“Aikona,” Cyd chastised, flicking her brother on the forehead before applying a hefty amount of eyeliner to his left eye. Before long, he had a dream catcher surrounding one eye down to his cheek. “Close,” She ordered before hitting him with a hefty dose of setting spray. Standing back to admire her work, she gave a smile as her seal of approval. Just his outfit remained. “You should wear mesh,” she decided.

“I knew you were going to say that.” Mathias smirked cracking an eye open after she was done.

Cyd would have said it was twintuition , but Mathias never would have let her live it down.

Isaac bounced back over to his sibs and leaned on Mathias's shoulder to inspect Cyd's art. He pursed his lips as if in deep consideration and gave a small nod. "Nice." He complemented. What he really meant was Glad it's not better than mine.

"What can I say Cyd missed her calling as an artist. Could be doing an entire art gallery of elaborate body paint on naked men and women."

"Yeah," Isaac agreed, "artists are weirdos like that."

“Coulda, woulda, still might,” Cyd said playfully, liking the idea of that. She tossed a dry make-up sponge at Isaac. “Depends on how good the night goes.”

"With the way Isaac's dressed? Probably end the night with him getting hooked up to a saline bag." Mathis said getting up to put on the net shirt Cyd recommended.

“Still wouldn’t be the worst rave we’ve been to,” Cyd answered with a chuckle.

"Jungle rave? I admit I'm curious how they do. Gotta be some really interesting party favors." Mathias mused with a broad grin.

"Five creds there'll be a naked chick with a snake." Isaac added with a smirk before pausing. "Too obvious?" He added, laughing.

“Seen it on Santos,” Cyd reminded him.

"Hmm … Santos." Mathias said fondly.

“Let me go get painted up,” Cyd said, fixing her hair into a loose ponytail, “then we’ll go make some bad decisions and good memories, oweh?”

"That should be our family motto." The eldest Skye mused.
What Goes Up Part 7

Xengenics Lab, Khao Yai Greenleaf


OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen @Yule









Slipping through the chute for the first several floors was fun, but after a while, Isaac began to appreciate just how long they had to go in this fabric tube as the blood started rising to his head. He put up with it for a few more flights but it started to get pretty uncomfortable. "Hey!", he shouted up to his brother, "this is giving me a headache! I'm gonna turn myself around, k?"

"DO NOT. I repeat DO NOT do that. Just exit on the next floor … if you can or have the common decency to pass out and I will kick you repeatedly in the ass the rest of the way down." Mathias warned, ready to kick him anyway.

"Pssh. That'll be the only time you kick my ass!" The considerably smaller Skye laid the bravado on thick. Still, he considered his brother's suggestion and felt for an opening that might indicate another floor. He fished around and pushed off to the side, coming out, he guessed, somewhere around the 20th floor. The teen spilled out onto the balcony and staggered to his feet, stretching and cracking his back. "Oooh! Much better!"

“Lolo, c’mon!” Cyd said impatiently, checking the time. “Before something else happens.”

"Remember this time I can kick you in the head if you mess around! Now get back in the hole!" Mathias muffled voice chided from the cloth tube.

"Alright! Alright!" Isaac whined as he re-entered the cloth intestine, feet first and continued the rest of the way down.

The pair went down without further complaint or issue and quickly enough Isaac's feet finally hit dirt!

Cyd waited at the bottom, antsy as Issac on a random day until the diminutive “scientist” emerged from the tube with the help of a fireman who helped steady him on his feet. Mathias followed after, and the middle Skye was finally able to unclench her white-knuckled fists.

Isaac took the firefighter's arm in assistance as he exited the tube. "This man! He saved me!" Isaac laid it on thick, pointing to the hero "security guard". "Please," he implored, clutching the fireman's arm and pointing to Mathias's hand, "he's injured!"

Mathias twitched, resisting the urge to slap his brother upside the head. Mathias wobbled on his feet a bit. "I'm fine, really … " he said through his test with a strained smile. "... I'll be fine. You know white coats. Dramatic." He said with a forced laugh.

“We should have you looked over,” the firefighter said, nodding to a row of ambulances, helping out anyone with minor injuries.

"Really it's just a scratch." Mathias said downplaying it. He did not want to be here any longer then he absolutely had to.

“I’ll take him over,“ Cyd offered, “Least I can do for a hero,” She made a mental note to slap her younger brother upside the head later.

Mathias gave a sigh and relented. Seriously he could have hugged her right there and then. "Alright … alright … I'm going, I'm going." He said surrendering.

“They may want to check you too,” Cyd told Isaac. For head injuries, she thought bitterly. Cyd led Mathias by the elbow towards the row of ambulances, turning them down an Alley the minute the firefighters turned their attention away.
What Goes Up Part 4

Xengenics Lab, Khao Yai Greenleaf


OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen @Yule










Cyd let out a slow breath, moving boxes around on the screen, trying to keep eyes everywhere. Time check. Camera Check. Sib Check. Downloads. “One more file to go, Lolo.”

"So long as I don't get a whale penis codename." Isaac bristled. "Stupid dork." He grumbled as he tapped on the edges of the keyboard waiting for the download to finish. All in all, this whole thing might go pretty painlessly. He patted at the plastic housing as he watched the little completion bar slowly fill. "Too bad we couldn't BASE jump or do some sort of exciting escape like in all of those action flicks." He said to no one in particular. He spent quite a bit of his free time consuming low budget action and spy shows on how sister's cortex. "It's never as exciting as on the vids." He complained.

“You don’t have the weight to BASE jump from this height,” Cyd said rationally. “You’d get tossed around like a leaf, end up lost in the jungle. Mathias… he should be okay.”

"Only because he has such a fat head." Isaac giggled.

“Says the guy who got his stuck in a cannon,” Cyd quipped back absently, focusing her attention on the screens. Time check, camera, sibs, downloads. That wasn’t the order of importance, mind you, but they all needed to be watched.

"He could try and weight lift? Or just strap some weights to his feet." Mathias suggested.

"Zip line?" The younger Skye continued suggesting. "Shoot an arrow at a neighboring building with a grappling hook attachment."

"That only works in the movies." Mathias scoffed.

"Fly over train heist!" Isaac offered with excitement.

"Don't be stupid … who even do that?" You could hear the eye roll in Mathias's tone.

“Focus,” Cyd pleaded, regretting her decision to kid around with them in the first place. Time check. Cameras. Sibs. Shit! “Mathias, take a hard right, you got a gaggle of suits coming from the left.”

"I see 'em." Mathias acknowledged keeping his head down and giving ample room, his shoulder nearly brushing against the wall to stay out of the way. It was phenomenal how with the right costume how invisible you can become. In an office like this it was all the easy to move unnoticed.

“Your mark is next to the corner office on the south side, you’ll see a reception area, and then it’s a straight walk. Mark is a blond ponytail, wearing blue on black,” Cyd studied the woman for a moment. “Cute, little older than us, tragic fringe on her forehead, but she’ll be the one smiling ear to ear because she…” Cyd deleted a few lines quickly, wrangling the virus back up, “just unfoked the terminal. You’re up.” Sibs. Download.

Mathias slowed and shortened his stride just a hair, sipping a bit of water he had nabbed from the cooler. He looked away as if something else had caught his interest, Mathais wanted to sell this after all and bumped right into the poor girl as she was making a hasty exit from the cubicle. The water in the cup went flying.

"Oh! OH! I am SO sorry!" Mathias said, quickly digging out a napkin from his pocket. "It's just water I swear! I wasn't looking where I was going, it was totally on me …" He apologized trying to hastily but politely wipe off the excess water from the poor women.

“No, no, it’s fine,” she told him, taking the napkin from him to dry off. “I only wear stain resistant, so, even if it were red wine,” she caught a glimpse of his blue eyes and smiled. “Not that you’d be drinking red wine, at work, I mean. Maybe after work you would. Oh, I’m not not suggesting drinking with me, or that we get a drink, you know what, this has HR written all over it. Thanks for the uh… water.”

"Maybe … you I mean I would never assume, just don't often have call to drink wine and …" Mathais fumbled his words. " … not that I think it's not nice or anything, it's perfectly fine. Okay I am going to take my foot out of my mouth." Mathias cleared his throat. "If you … you need anything, later or after work I mean you least I can do for having two left feet … just look around the one security guy fumbling around." He said with a weak but bright smile.

“I might,” She offered. “I’m Kari, from 74. IT. “

"Ooh la la!" Isaac teased in his brother's earpiece. "This is better than Cyd's trashy shows!"

"Jimi security … I'm um … just a temp." He said, extending a hand to the girl.

"I love you, Kari. You're the only one for me." Isaac said in an exaggerated sultry voice.

“Sarah sent two messages. You want me to read them to you over the com?” Cyd asked. Time Check. Cameras. Sibs. Downloads.

Isaac gasped. "Could you?" He asked excitedly.

Cyd couldn’t help but roll her eyes, just like Isaac to call a bluff. “Files are done. Grab the dongle, head down to Mat, coast looks clear Lo. Mathias, head to the east side elevators, Isaac, go the opposite way you came in … "

"As you say whale penis 3 … " Mathias complied in a lackadaisical tone.

"Gross." Isaac interjected.

Time check. “Yeah, just – “ Cameras. Cyd’s train of thought stopped at the cameras, staring at the screen in momentarily disbelief. “No, no no no… “ Sibs! “LoLo get out of there, Mathias, do NOT take the elevator. There’s a…” A piercing alarm assaulted the ears of everyone in the building, strobe lights by the ceiling flashing as an alert as well. It was the same way they’d describe some of the raves they’d been too, complete with shouting people and panic. “Fire on the ground floor,” Cyd told them. “They’re evac’ing the building. Lo, you gotta get out of there, now.”

"No sweat." Isaac said cheerfully as he popped out the dongle and headed for the exit. "Lucky for us, huh? All we gotta do is just walk out with everyone else-" He was halfway there when large metal shutters descended on the windows and door of the server room. "Uuuhhh….whale penis one? …...help?"
What Goes Up Part 1

Outskirts of Khao Yai Greenleaf


OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen @Yule











Cyd leaned against the shuttle reading a brochure while the boys changed. In her head she was making checklists. What to keep eyes on, what had to be done, what came next.The oppressive heat convinced her to tie her oversized Dyton Tech Tee-Shirt at the waist. “Tour bus leaves at 1400, sharp,” she reminded them, shaking the brochure as they stepped through the hatch.

“Wouldn’t want to be late for that,” Mathias, who would rather remove his eye teeth than go on a ‘group tour’, snapped as he rolled his eyes.

“Ja nee?” she agreed even though she knew he was being sarcastic. Isaac winked an affirmative response, his almond eyes partially obscured by the fake horned rimmed glasses he was wearing to make him look, in his own words, more ‘sciency.’ “I want to get to see some of the jungle and besides,” she fanned herself with the brochure for emphasis. “It’s air conditioned.” The latter part seemed even more important now with the oppressive heat. For her part, Cyd carried her cortex and extra gear in a backpack slung over one shoulder. “They were serious about the climate, it’s lank humid,” she commented, worrying a bit about her equipment in this kind of weather. “Stark contrast to the fish ship, oweh?”

“I liked the fish ship better eh? Feel like I'm swimming around rather than walking.” Mathias said already feeling the film of instant sweat forming from the insane humidity and heat.

“Don’t worry, according to what I saw, the Iab is a cool, comfortable climate controlled 72 degrees at all times - except for the greenhouses but you two won’t be anywhere near them. “Visitor badge,” she continued, handing her ‘sciency’ brother a laminated visitor badge with his photo.

"Look at our Lolo … looking all grown up. With a respectable job …" Mathias sniffed, wiping a fake tear away. " … it's making my glasses fog up!"

"Seriously, does he have to come??" Isaac whined, one hand jabbing a thumb towards his older brother, the other defending against the impending hair tousling.

"Oh, should we take a picture? You know like those other parents when their kid starts school or something but you know … grand larceny … other than that exactly the same." Mathias chuckled, fighting Isaacs flapping hands to try and tousle the poor kid's hair.

Cyd shot Mathias [i] the look[i], “Really?” She said with an exasperated sigh.

"Pardon me for wanting to cherish every moment." Mathais said, trying to keep a straight face and failing as he fell into giggles.

"I'll cherish your moments." The younger Skye grumbled. It sounded more menacing in his head. "So are we ready or not?" He asked, his expression petulant.

"I've been ready. We're just waiting for you, you remember your lunchbox?" Mathias teased.

Isaac clicked his teeth with his tongue, clearly annoyed, as he half heartedly raised his backpack to show his brother.

Cyd shot one more warning glance before activating the com in her ear, tapping her temple to remind the boys to do the same. “Give me seven minutes to set up, then Mathias, you’re up,” she said, bringing them both ‘round on the task at hand. “Seven minutes!”

Mathias saluted playfully as Cyd walked off to be their overwatch.

Cyd returned the salute with a single finger as she went to set up her gear.

Isaac snickered at his sister's gesture and looked to his brother. "Dork."

"You don't even know what that means." Mathias said, shaking his head sadly.
"Given today's political climate, we don't need to divide ourselves any more than we already have." - Eww, David!



AU's are gold. (Get it? Do you see what I did? I'm CLEVER! CLEVER I tell you!). They are fun, this one was fun. I will play the what if game, run side dialog, giggle over ideas like "Isaac in Wonderland" until waaaaay past my bedtime. But like gold, I hoard AU's in my gdoc safety deposit box, something I peek back at when I want to see something shiny.

I'm enjoying getting to know everyone's toon, both in character and through reading. (Collins! Can't wait to 'meet!') So my opinion - yes, it was a blast, I love to take my toons and put them in other situations, I think it's something I'd revisit when we have more verse to alternate. Supernat took two or three nights between planning, laughing, spinning SPN lore, and I could have put that into day two Greenleaf shennanigans. My six cents, I'm all for fostering in-game relations, and enjoying posts in the actual verse than alternate ones.

TL:dr - I want to focus writing and reading in the actual verse, but think this would be fun to revisit down the road.
Not opposed to a gdoc, of course, for anyone who does want to continue, but I don't think the Skye's would use it.
Family Don’t End in Blood!

A Skye Holiday Alternate Universe


OOC: A Silly Late-night JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen @Yule where we altered the Verse ENTIRELY!



Special thanks to Mark Sheppard who is awesome in every role he plays, and is blissfully unaware of his cameo in this AU.



“All right,” Cyd said, running a hand through her shaggy hair. Her free hand pressed the flip phone tightly to her ear so she could hear over the radio Mat refused to turn down. “Yeah. Uh-huh. Thanks, Bobby, keep us posted. Mat? He’s… fine,” She side-eyed Mathias who sat in the Impala’s driver’s seat, eyes focused on the road, focused on their next job, too focused, but that was him, feast or famine. Her big brother, hell-bent on saving the world. Ever since he came back from hell… again, all he seemed to care about was the job, watching out for his pain-in-the-ass kid sister, Baby, and Cheeseburgers. So essentially the same as always. “I’ll make sure of it. Thanks again.” She closed the flip phone and slid it into the pocket of her jeans. “So get this,” she said, turning to her brother who sat across from her on the car’s bench seat. She crinkled her nose and had her hand slapped as she went to turn down the radio.

Mathias who hadn't paid attention to a single word as his fingers tapped in time to the music blaring on the car radio. " … Dirty Deeds … done dirt cheap …" heard as the chorus kicked. " … what?" He asked, noting the look he was getting. "Oh come on, it's a good song!" Mathias defended.

“Yeah, maybe in the ’70s. I swear, Mat, you gotta update your cassette collection. For one thing? It’s a cassette collection.”

"This Is why the driver picks the music," Mathias muttered indignantly. "It's vintage okay!"

“Right. Well, Bobby doesn’t think that this is just your run-of-the-mill reaper, he thinks – are you listening to me?”

" … Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT, Done dirt cheap …" Mathias sang loudly. " … arrite arrite … Bobby … the not but still crossroads demon. See I was paying attention!"

Cyd scowled. “C’mon, man, this is serious. There - up ahead, take that left.”

Just then, Isaac peeked his head in between the siblings from the back seat. "Cyd. Mat." He said very matter-of-factly, his voice low and gravelly and his expression calm. "Sup?"

"SON OF BITCH!" Mathias yelled as the car swerved missing the turn. He was pretty sure his soul momentarily separated from his body. "How many times have I told you not to do that Issac!?"

"Sixty-seven." Isaac responded plainly.

"You think it would have sunk in by now?!" He said irritated. "The hell is wrong with your voice?"

"I...thought it'd make me sound cool…" Isaac said, sounding hurt as he dejectedly rested his chin on the seatback.

“Dude! You missed the turn!” Cyd grumbled, pointing towards the turnoff. “We’re on a bit of a time crunch here.”

"Both of you just … " Mathais grumbled in frustration, turning up the music before using the turn off to get turned around. "You stop popping in my car like you own it!" Mathias reprimanded the Angel through the rear rearview mirror. "And you … quit backseat driving!" he groused as his sister.

"She's not in the back seat." Isaac pointed out.

"I KNOW THAT!" Matthias shouted.

"I am." Isaac calmly informed his chauffeur.

"Sometimes I think you do this on purpose to mess with me," Mathias said, glancing at Issac through the rearview with narrowed suspicious eyes.

"Sometimes," Isaac confirmed cooly.

“Not saying we don’t appreciate the backup,” Cyd said warily, turning around in her seat to face Isaac, “But I thought you were with Meg, looking for hellhounds?”

"She goes by 'Sarah' now," Isaac said, making air quotes as he rolled his eyes. "We...aren't speaking to each other anymore. She kept the dogs."

"Wait, you let her keep the Hellhounds?!" Mathias interjected as he wheeled the car back on course.

"Only small ones." The angel rolled his eyes again, not used to being chastised by an uppity primate.

"Oh well if they're the small ones …" Mathias said dryly looking at his sister as he shook his head.

Cyd added them to her mental list of messes they needed to clean up when this was all over.

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The hinges of the Chevy creaked as the doors were opened, and several nearby birds took flight as they were almost simultaneously slammed shut.

Mathias used the second key to open the large trunk, and out of habit, Cyd inspected the Devil’s trap painted on the inside. You couldn’t be too careful. Using a sawed-off shotgun, Mathias lifted the fake cover, exposing the cornucopia of weapons the big trunk contained. Even with everything from holy water to hand grenades, there was still enough room for a body or two which came in handy more times than Cyd cared to count.

Cyd grabbed the holy water while Mathias checked his pearl-handled Colt M1911A1, a gift from their Dad when Mathias started to hunt. He checked to make sure the bullets were engraved with devil’s traps, while Cyd took the demon-killing knife they’d boosted from Ruby.

The pair worked the practiced ease as they armed up ready for a fight. It was always better to be over-prepared than under. With a sublet nod from his sister, Mathias slam closed the trunk. "We got work to do."

With the trunk no longer obscuring the view of the diminutive angel, Isaac stood there with an unimpressed look on his face and a cheeseburger in each hand. The sandwiches seemed to appear out of nowhere, though the generous pockets on his long beige trenchcoat were certainly more than capable of holding a few snacks comfortably in each. He took a healthy bite from one of the burgers and pointed at the sibling's collected kit with the other. "Not with that you're not." He said plainly, his words muffled by half-chewed food.

"Issac … why are you bringing a burger to a gunfight?" Mathias asked with an arched eyebrow.

“And since when do you eat?” Cyd asked the rogue angel.

"Oh, so like he's the only one allowed to enjoy cheeseburgers around here?!" Isaac protested, bits of food and spittle shooting from his mouth as he pointed an accusatory sandwich at Mathias.

“No,” Cyd replied, pulling the leather-bound notebook from her flannel lined jacket. “But according to Dad’s journal, what little lore there is says angels don’t eat or drink.” She tapped the page she was referring to for emphasis.

"Oh really??" Isaac said with a mocking tone as he gulped down hard to clear his mouth of food. As he stuffed the still uneaten burger back in his pocket, he snatched the book from Cyd's hands. "Gimme that!" He grumbled as he put the half-eaten sandwich down on the Impala's trunk, the flawless paint job sullied but a smear of ketchup and half melted cheese. The angel fumbled in his inside coat pocket for a moment until he fished out a pen. He looked at the particular page the journal was open to and started scratching out words and writing in something in their place. He tossed the book back to Cyd. "There. Fixed." He proclaimed.

Cyd furrowed her brow and picked up the book. “Angels do whatever they damn well please,” she read aloud, shooting a disgusted look to the boy in the trenchcoat stuffing his face. “Let’s just go get this over with.”

“Hello, Boys,” a familiar voice with an English accent quipped. The short, balding man clad in all black nodded to Cyd to include her in the greeting. “Moose.” Cyd looked down. Sure the holidays had just been there and maybe Mat did talk her into KFC for Christmas, but Moose? Crowley’s comment convinced her to go back to salads.

”The hell are you doing here?” Mat asked with a sneer.

“I brought you a little peace offering, thought it might soften the blow. Death is always a little more receptive when you bring him one of his favorite food groups.” Crowley offered. “Tell ‘em they’re from the King of Hell.”

Isaac grabbed at the bag of fried pickles, only to have Crowley snatch them back and toss them to Cyd, the one most likely to see they were delivered as intended.

“Why can’t you people just sit on clouds and play harps like you’re supposed to?” Crowley grumbled.

“I’m more of a drummer.” Isaac countered, dropping a wrapper on the ground.

“Dude!” Cyd chastised, picking it up. “Litter, really? Not cool.”

Crowley chuckled. “You know, it’s ironic. You three go around, big damn heroes, save the world, blah blah blah but between his feathery arse and Mat’s unusual attachment to this glutton of nonrenewable energy,” he took a moment to kick the Impala’s rear tire. Mathias looked like he was going to kick more than that in return until Cyd put a hand on his chest to stop him, “the Earth is going to get used up. Now me? I'm always up for some good old self-inflicted misery. But where's that gonna leave you lot? Find a new solar system, maybe terraform and colonize it? Maybe scores of other new Earths, some rich and flush with the new technologies, some not so much? And for what? All's so you can barely scrape, maybe get yourself a ship, find a crew, and just keep flying?

Cyd and Mathias exchanged a glance before bursting out laughing. “Shyeah, like that’d ever happen.” Mat snapped with disgust. “So beat it, Badger. I said we got work to do.”

"There's that can-do attitude I was waiting for!" Isaac said, perking up. His jovial expression was short-lived as he waved his free hand lazily at the twins' choice of weapons. "Seriously, though, bring more that or you're gonna die." He said, his voice falling back into that familiar emotionless monotone.

“We’re not gonna die,” Mathias objected. “We got an Angel of the Lord. You make with the smiting.”

“I’m not that kind of angel,” Isaac shrugged, tossing another wrapper on the ground.

Cyd quickly picked it up and stuffed it in her flannel-lined pocket. “So what kind of angel are you?” she asked.

Isaac perked up and straightened the blue tie that hung haphazardly around his neck. “I’m an angel of encouragement!”

“The hell is that? Mat sneered, checking his weapon one more time.

Isaac searched his trenchcoat but was sadly out of cheeseburgers. “You know that little voice inside that tells you how great you're doing? That's me!”

Cyd tilted her head, both eyebrows raised, unimpressed with Isaac’s hidden ‘talent.’ “That’s it?”

“Whaddya mean, that’s it?” he asked with indignity.

Cyd mugged up and nodded her head, trying to be diplomatic. “It’s… something.”

“Something useless,” Mat mumbled. Cyd swatted him for good measure.

“Like those corporate motivational posters,” Isaac added. “Know the one of the kitten hanging from a branch?” He pointed to himself proudly.

Cyd let that sink in. “Okay, seriously, dude? You might be a demon.”

“Yeah, SERIOUSLY, dude??” Mathias added. “What good are you?? Without smiting, you’re like a...baby in a trenchcoat!

Isaac glowered for a moment, shifting his jaw while turning to look away. With a petulant huff, snapped his fingers and he and Crowley disappeared.

“I think you hurt his feelings,” Cyd chastised, as she and Mat went to do what they did best. Saving people. Hunting things. The Family Business.

Brew a Cuppa Tea

en route to Greenleaf


OOC: JP between @Aalakrys, @MK Blitzen





Cyd danced in place, a combination of actual steps and hopping to keep warm as she waited for the water to boil. Somewhere in the verse, there was a saying about that and how it would never happen if she continued to stare, but that didn’t stop her from egging it on. “Come on, kettle,” she urged, holding her hands adjacent to the pot in an attempt to keep them warm.

As Penelope shuffled on through the galley, carefully wrapped in all her blankets so no skin except that around her eyes was exposed, she spotted Cyd. It seemed like she was attempting to give the kettle a pep-talk. Given her own recent musings with bits and circuits, Penelope couldn’t do much but smile beneath the folds around her lips. “Ya know what they say about a watched kettle…”

“Ja, nee, but I’m trying to prove them wrong,” Cyd replied, returning the smile. “Lekker take off, my sibs and I barely knew we left atmo.”

Penelope didn’t mention that Cyd had lost the battle then since she just took her eyes off the kettle. Her natural want to tease folk didn’t extend out to those she didn’t rightly know too well. Abby and the Cap’n, she had a feel for. Not much for the rest of those who called the Doll a temporary home for now. But, she liked the compliment, and found her habits getting the best of her. Her eyes shone out still. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing since we were in updrafts from the passing hurricane ‘fore we tilted up.”

“Isaac can doss through near anything,” Cyd clarified with a giggle. “Ever since he was little. Mathias is the light sleeper mostly. How long you been flying for? As a pilot I mean?”

Penelope had near about tilted her head as she thought, customary for her in habit but the sliding of the shawl over her cap stopped her short. “Unofficially... since I was ‘round sixteen. Ran out of Greenleaf, mostly drops like the last two runs with the Doll actually…”

The cheer in her tone and gaze faded a bit with that. It wasn’t good memories, not anymore. Even the best had been tainted. But she caught ahold of the tail of that thought before it ran off. “Got plenty of practice hoverin’, which is good since my first job saw a lightnin’ storm and then that rescue had us in the tail of a hurricane. Not that I’m braggin’... suppose I should ask Mathais for the honest review sometime, light-sleeper that he is.”

“He’d like that,” Cyd decided for him. She called it ‘twintuition.’ Not to his face or anything, she’s been mocked mercilessly, and that was a job best left to Isaac. “You haven’t been with the ship all that long, oweh?”

"Nah-uh. Cap'n hired me on at Persephone. Was just lookin' ta go home, but reckon the Doll has grown on me some. Flyin' a Firefly is …" She paused, eyes turning as she thought of the right way to sum that feeling up. It was more than words could do justice, so she kept true and simple instead. "Like a dream, a pretty incredible, wild one."

And far better than her alternative plans. But, ain't no use goin' on that. "How 'bout you? Not many folk sign on as ten'native long-term passengers. From what I could tell, ya weren't actch'ly part of that dumpin' job no one seemed to know was happenin' till it done gone wrong... You an' your brothers been with Cap'n Cal long?"

Though it was passed, Penelope still had some sort of feelings on that one. Mostly concerning the siblings, funnily enough. Her own want for her family made her more empathetic than usual, but it couldn't be helped so close to home as she was getting. But she had let that mood lie as she asked the return question, genuine interest and returned lightness in her tone.

“Not long,” Cyd replied with a shake of her head. “Since Persephone, us too, me and my sibs are wanderers…” she snapped her fingers to remember the word in English. “Nomads.” Funny word. No-mad. You had to be a little mad to travel all the time. “And I still don’t know what was all the bosbefok in the cargo bay. We were light on credits, I helped out half to try and get a better rate next trip for me and the boys so we didn’t end up doss on the street, and half,” she lowered her voice, “because I was curious to who needed my help with what in a cargo bay. If curiosity kills the cat, I’m lank lucky they have nine lives.”

Penelope chuckled at the comparison.

Cyd liked the pilot off the bat, she had the sort of eyes that put a person at ease, and the fact that she was from Greenleaf was even better! “But you said you’re from Our next stop? My sibs and I have some temp work, but we love to see sights! I heard about waterfalls as tall as buildings, anything else we should see, oweh?”

“Oh, there’s plenty that can be done in the jungle, ‘pendin’ on how froggy you’re feelin’.” Penelope was grinning full through her eyes at that question. “Might lose another life’r two if’n ya don’t got the right guide on a Jungle Cruise or Walk. Plenty’a critters don’t like their home bein’ traipsed through. That’s deep in though, away from the city. Barefoot guide, if ya can score one, could get ya through jus’ fine. Hard’ta come across one that’d take a tourist though…”

Cyd pictured feeling froggy as having happy toes - and she did love to dance. She also planned to wear shoes, especially in a jungle. She didn’t think she’d like stepping naked sole on squishy moss.

Listing off all the things she knew about home got her near about as excited as she came, joy in her rhythmic words as her home accent flowed through naturally at the speech. “Plenty’a river to paddle board or kayak, whatever your fancy. Jus’ stick ta the marked rivers’r you’re libel ta run across ‘gaters and toothie fish. One sector’a’tha city built ‘round what they could and got river dolphin swimmin’. Safest place to go campin’, too, if’n ya wanna hear the jungle at night. Oh, an’ can’t forget the aerial, though ya got a shuttle at your call ya should take up a glider. They’re ‘stricted’ta certain areas, power down if ya get outta range. Alliance watches ‘em and shuttles like raptors.”

There may have been a hint of annoyance at the last bit, at least as close could come from one of Penelope’s disposition. The kettle went to piping, which was a good interruption or she might have went on. As it was, her hazel eyes moved to the steam coming from the kettle. With a hint of longing and fondness, she added the final bit the shrill call brough forth. “Bird watchin’. Ain’t no color you won’t find in the canopy, and the songs… it’s worth the Walk.”

“Izzit? Isaac will like that,” Cyd said happily, carefully removing the tea kettle with a dishcloth, in case the handle was hot. Some lessons you only needed to learn once. She liked how the pilot’s accent grew thicker when talking of her home. Toothie fish she planned to adopt as a new word as soon as she had the chance. “Your home sounds sommer great. I’d like to take up a glider with my sibs, and show Isaac the birds, and Mathias can swim with the dolphins!. Best part of seeing the verse is actually seeing the verse, ja nee?” She rooted around the cabinet for some cups. “You want to come and warm up some? The shuttle has heat and I just made a billy of Honeybush, it’s sweeter than rooibos - but I still add a little sugar anyway. We can talk more about Greenleaf, it’s nice to have a foondi… er… expert. Abby came to pay us some time, I think we were going to play cards or mah jongg.”

“I ain’t got no idea what that is, but I’ll be glad to have a cup if it’ll warm me up quick-like. Ain’t used to the cold, though I bet ya can’t tell.” Even her jokes were given as if she were relaxed, still relaxed back into her native mindset. “I was sent your way anyhow, so I’m glad I at least got an official invite. Need help with any’a that?”

Cyd wasn’t sure how many people would show, but figured eight was a safe bet. There was the kettle of Honybush and what looked like a fresh brew of coffee. It’d take a while, she realized, to get to know people on the ship and their particular tastes on things. “I should be kiff,” she decided, setting the kettle and cups on a cookie sheet. “I wait a lot of tables, there’s always someone looking for temp help for parties and such. It gets us by. Abby brought a few more blankets too, if you want you’re welcome to use them. We thrifted some on New Melbourne, so we have plenty for tonight.” She carefully lifted the makeshift tray and ticked her head for the pile of patchworks to follow.

It didn't cross Penelope's mind that Cus could've been teasing her - though she did make a joke at her own expense as she followed behind. "Only place left is my eyes to cover, though I wouldn't complain at this point. So cold…"

She chuckled softly to herself, knowing she must be a sight. But she wasn't used to all this frigid chill. "Least I can see to get the door. For now, anyhow."

Just as they were getting ready to leave, Cyd with her serving tray filled and Penelope just focused on keeping her blanket shield closed to the elements, Alana came in. She, too, wanted tea - for her and the patient, the new passenger. She updated them briefly on the man’s condition and name, and sat to getting her own kettle ready to take back. Penelope worried about her clothes - they looked wetish, what poked through the white smock, which also looked damp. After assuring them that the doctor wasn’t going to get herself sick, which left them unconvinced - especially Penelope who was bundled up beyond normal means - they left her to her tea preparation, in hopes it would go faster without them distracting her.
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Hey, hi Dan, and welcome aboard! Looking forward to meeting your charry on the China Doll!
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