#glassesbrc

Janey was singing to herself as she worked on the Moon Zoomy station at her workshop, utterly unabashed and warbling off-key (once again, she was able to sing in-tune, she just found it more fun to do the off-pitch version of karaoke) as she tinkered with the defective wiring, bouncing around and using a screwdriver as a microphone.

    “-- MAMMA MIA!! HERE I GO AGAIN!! MY MY!! HOW CAN I RESIST YOU!! MAMMA MIA!! DOES IT SHOW AGAIN!! MY MY!! JUST HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU?!? YESSSSS I’VE BEEN BROKEN HEARTED!! BLUE SINCE THE DAY WE PARTED!! WHY WHY!! DID I EVER LET YOU GO?? MAMMA MIA!! NOW I REALLY KNO--” Huh.

        Peering off into the black, Janey noted a lone figure. Uh. That was unusual. Who in their right mind would come out here without stopping at a Moon Zoomy Station first?

Ah, it was probably nothing. If they were dumb enough to be out there on their own, any occurring deaths was just eugenics. Or, well, y’know, the version of eugenics focused on death, not on birth. Deathgenics.

    Bollocks. Curse her bleeding heart.

Oz kit equipped, Janey loaded up her gun and boinged the fuck out of there, sans Zoomy due to the station-fixing not being finished, in the direction of the idiot. Once she got close enough, though not so close that she could make them out clearly, she hollered out, “-- Oi! Lonely person! How’s your breathing?! You alright?!”

Christmas/Winter starters:-- 🎊 our muses attend a christmas party!

There was always a big turnout at the holiday party, and it was only partly because attendance was mandatory.The open bar certainly helped.

Hugo was dressed in what he called ‘business festive.’ The ensemble included a red version of his usual suit coat, a sprig of mistletoe tucked into his lapel, and a velvety Santa hat that seemed to defy physics atop his head.

He had his first drink of the night already in hand when he bumped into Vaughn.

“I was trying to get him to shut up --- I wasn’t being too subtle about it, was I ? “

he was bored, casual respite --- chin propped on a lax hand, jack directed his gaze to the next victim of the quarterly report delivery.

A his lips curled into a smirk seeing this short guy’s attitude, though hearing what he’s gone through sounds rough, but that’s Pandora for you. Soon his gloved hands moved to his side, his attention moving to the suit case the smaller man had cuffed to his wrist. It was somewhat amusing to see a Hyperion employee down here on this vicious planet, especially an unarmed one at that, carrying what was ever in that case.

Boy, did he want to kick this shorter man’s teeth in though, but he had to understand not all of them were Jack or even involved with what happened to his beloved allies. Mordecai huffed, wanting to give this man a benefit of a doubt, worst came to worst, well, he’d take care of it.

Rhys stared at the bird? Plant? Bird plant seemed appropriate enough, in front of him, his eye scanning it for data as he messed with the pokeball, clicking it so it expanded and shrunk, he was aiming to catch all electrics for aesthetic purposes and because they were cool but this one looked smart and maybe a little bit cool and it was small like his bro, he clicked the button more times, worrying his bottom lip, he didn’t really see himself battling but having a type advantage over ground would be good if he got the electric types he want so with a final click he caught the bird.