Maid Zeppelin 1

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(working title)

[02:07]	<[GM]Cerise>	Hello!
[02:15]	<[GM]Cerise>	A blimp floats across the clouds. This is where you will be working as a maid for a young genius who has chosen to live away from the rest of society with merely a handful of trusted servants. It seems the sun has begun to rise in the part of the world you're in. Let us begin.
[02:18]	* PatriciaJames	sits idly, writing something in a big, lock-equipped book she carries around. Every now and then, she pushes up her glasses and bites the eraser, figuring how to make her next move...
[02:21]	* [Atai]NineOClock	walks the gantry overlooking the fuel bag cells, checking on each as part of the morning inspection. No cracks, no hissing, no pressure leaks, no perfumed fuel scent... everything seems to be okay.
[02:23]	<[GM]Cerise>	The master of the "mansion" walks in on Patricia, his hair still a mess and yawning.
[02:23]	* [Atai]NineOClock	heads back to the main deck afterwards, and heads for the forward observation port.
[02:23]	* PatriciaJames	. o ( Hmm... The head doesn't look right... )
[02:24]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Morning...
[02:24]	* PatriciaJames	looks up, sees Mikhail, has a lightbulb, and makes the head messier
[02:25]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	How early...
[02:25]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	yawns.
[02:25]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	...were you up?
[02:25]	* PatriciaJames	slights a grin, looking to and from Mikhail and her book.
[02:25]	<PatriciaJames>	Only a little while.
[02:29]	<PatriciaJames>	How are you?
[02:29]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	I'm all right, though just a little hungry.
[02:30]	<PatriciaJames>	You're hungry? Well...
[02:30]	* PatriciaJames	crosses her legs.
[02:30]	<PatriciaJames>	Make something to eat.
[02:32]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	seems to grumble some kind of complaint before shuffling out of the room.
[02:33]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	decides to go to the deck to check where they are.
[02:34]	* PatriciaJames	forgot to complain about the thinness of her attire, and writes down a note to self to do so, next time they have their privacy.
[02:36]	* [Atai]NineOClock	double checks the course heading against the sun position, and nods. Still on course correctly, then. She heads back down to the main deck, and to the kitchen, metallic joints making not a sound.
[02:36]	<[GM]Cerise>	Nine O'clock runs into the master along the way.
[02:39]	* [Atai]NineOClock	bows slightly.
[02:39]	<[Atai]NineOClock>	GREETING: Good morning, Master Anchova. Have you slept well this day?
[02:42]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	I suppose I have.
[02:42]	* [Atai]NineOClock	nods.
[02:42]	<[Atai]NineOClock>	Then That is well.
[02:42]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Were you just coming out of the deck, Nine O'clock?
[02:46]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Any idea where we are now?
[02:47]	<[Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh>	AFFIRMATIVE: Indeed I was, sir. All components are functioning properly, and Our ship is still on course.
[02:48]	* [Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh	pauses, and tilts her head, eyes seeming to lose focus for a moment, before looking at the Master again.
[02:50]	<[Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh>	Over the Sea of Plenty and within 120 miles of Lionsgate City, Master.
[02:52]	* [huh]Milia	steps out of a nearby door.
[02:52]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	You think we might need to stop by for refueling?
[02:52]	<[huh]Milia>	Oh? Mornin' Mikky!
[02:52]	* [huh]Milia	pays no heed to any conversation that might be occurring.
[02:53]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Huh? Oh, morning, Milia.
[02:53]	* [huh]Milia	swings around her nailbat by way of greeting.
[02:54]	<[Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh>	RESPONSE: If You desire it so, Master. However, Fuel supplies should be sufficient to last for 10 more days.
[02:56]	<[huh]Milia>	Hey, it's the robot, too.
[02:56]	<[huh]Milia>	Hello, robot.
[02:59]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	She has a name, Milia.
[03:00]	* [Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh	turns, and bows to Milia.
[03:00]	<[huh]Milia>	It's hard to remember!
[03:00]	<[Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh>	SALUTATION: Hello, Milia.
[03:00]	<[huh]Milia>	What's your name again?
[03:03]	<[Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh>	IDENTIFICATION: I am an M71-d series Extra Purposes Life-Automaton "The Nine o'Clock to Marrakesh." You may call Me Marrakesh, if it is easier to remember.
[03:03]	* [Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh	pauses.
[03:04]	<[huh]Milia>	It is.
[03:04]	<[huh]Milia>	I'll call you Mary.
[03:04]	<[Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh>	NOTIFICATION: This is the 43rd time you have been told this, Milia Gantzholm.
[03:05]	<[huh]Milia>	Is it?
[03:05]	* [huh]Milia	scratches her head with the lethal instrument.
[03:05]	<[huh]Milia>	I'm not too god with names...
[03:05]	<[Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh>	CONFIRMATION: Indeed.
[03:06]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Anyway...
[03:06]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	lets out another yawn.
[03:06]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	I'm gonna get some breakfast.
[03:10]	<[huh]Milia>	Breakfast sounds good.
[03:14]	* [Atai]NineOClockToMarrakesh	steps aside to let them pass, and then follows Mikhail to the dining hall.
[19:43]	<[huh]Milia>	Mikky, Mikky, what's the battle plan today?
[19:44]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Hmm? Battle plan?
[19:45]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	is still evidently sleepy as he scratches his head while yawning. It doesn't help that he hasn't bothered changing out of his usual sleepwear.
[19:47]	<[GM]Cerise>	The three finally arrive in the kitchen.
[19:51]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	sets places for the more organic members of the crew.
[19:52]	<[GM]Cerise>	Upon opening the door to the pantry, you find that it is empty.
[19:53]	<[huh]Milia>	...Where's the food?
[19:55]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Where...?
[19:55]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	goes over to the pantry where Milia is to see what she's talking about.
[19:57]	<[GM]Cerise>	Indeed, it's a really empty pantry.
[19:57]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	's gaze flicks over to the pantry.
[19:58]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	How the...?
[19:59]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	's sleepiness only seems to add to the confusion.
[19:59]	* [huh]Milia	grumbles, or is that her stomach?
[20:01]	* PatriciaJames	walks in, munching on a large cracker, and takes a seat at a nearby table. She returns to her book, keeping it under the table instead of on top.
[20:01]	<PatriciaJames>	By the way, Mikhail. You're out of food.
[20:02]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	REPORT: The food supplies have been critically low for the last three days, Master, Miss Milia. I had assumed some crew member other than myself would have noticed the dwindling amounts of such a critical supply, but it appears that my judgement algorithms have not taken into account certain as-yet unidentified human behaviors.
[20:02]	* [huh]Milia	turns, and with catlike reflexes punces for the cracker.
[20:02]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	SALUTATION: Good Morning, Miss James.
[20:03]	* PatriciaJames	, with slothlike reflexes, has it snatched from her mouth.
[20:03]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	turns to the sound of the munching, his stomach growling with envy.
[20:03]	<PatriciaJames>	...
[20:03]	* [huh]Milia	wnjoys the cracker with a childlike relish.
[20:04]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Heey, don't snatch it all for yourself!
[20:04]	<PatriciaJames>	...Good morning to you, too, Mary...
[20:04]	* PatriciaJames	looks a tad stung, but goes back to her book.
[20:05]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	. o O (CANNIBALISM POTENTIAL +.028% PREPARE FOR COURSE READJUSTMENT IMMEDIATELY CREW SUPPRESSION PROCEDURES INITIATING AND SETTING TO STANDBY DISASTER MODE INITIATED AND SET TO STANDBY)
[20:05]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	turns to Mikhail.
[20:05]	* [huh]Milia	turns a smug look to Mikki.
[20:06]	<PatriciaJames>	...
[20:06]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	...Huh?
[20:06]	* PatriciaJames	leaves.
[20:06]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	SUGGESTION: Master? Shall I adjust our course to land at the nearest available port?
[20:07]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	looks hesitant for a moment.
[20:09]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	D-do we really have to land?
[20:09]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	ADVISEMENT: I understand humans are not especially accustomed to or fond of starvation. If food supplies are indeed so critically low, Then I would believe such a course of action to be The wisest.
[20:11]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	Furthermore, You Yourself need not exit the craft. That is why you have employed women into your service, among other reasons, is it not?
[20:14]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	...yeah.
[20:15]	<[huh]Milia>	Don't worry, Mikky, Milia will help!
[20:15]	* [huh]Milia	is determined!
[20:15]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	QUERY: Then do I have your Permission to alter course?
[20:16]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	...Yes.
[20:16]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	bows.
[20:16]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	Very Good, Master.
[20:17]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	takes her leave. Once out in the hall, me strolls down to the forward flight deck.
[20:17]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	[*forward bridge]
[20:19]	* [huh]Milia	pats Mikhail's back in a show of encouragement
[20:19]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	adjusts the heading, and plots the new course out on the large map rolled out there.
[20:21]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	me goes to the helm, afterwards, and begins making course corrections. She pulls down a speaking tube, and flicks the switch for the Kitchen.
[20:21]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	is sitting dejectedly on a seat at the table, staring down an empty plate.
[20:21]	* Patricia	sits by herself, closing her Book long enough to read a romance novel. Guess I'm not gonna eat today...
[20:27]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	/UPDATE: Master Mikhail? The nearest skyport-equpped town is Dos Palmas, on the Auric Peninsula, and lies 57 miles away. We should land in approximately 45 minutes at full speed. There is a slight breeze form the southwest, and the weather is clear. /
[20:27]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	hangs up the tube.
[20:30]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	doesn't know what good that information will do him but takes note of it anyway.
[20:32]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Miliiiiaaa, why'd you have to take that last cracker all for yourself?
[20:33]	* [huh]Milia	is hit by a revelation.
[20:33]	<[huh]Milia>	Did Mikki want some, too?
[20:34]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	frowns at her with what strength he can muster.
[20:38]	* [huh]Milia	looks abashed.
[20:41]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	turns back to the empty plate, sighing and almost wishing he was staring at some very large cookie instead.
[20:43]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	licks his lips. Yes, a large chocolate chip cookie. Fresh out of the oven too, so it's nice and soft. Maybe a glass of milk with it--No, no, a milkshake! Milkshake with whipped cream! And a cherry! A bowl of cherries! And...And....
[20:44]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	's stomach lets out another loud gurgle returning him to the cruel reality of the situation. He drops his head on the table.
[20:44]	<[huh]Milia>	Is there anything Milia can do?
[20:46]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Whatever help you could have given, you already ate up.
[20:49]	<[huh]Milia>	Milia will make up for it somehow!
[21:02]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Urrgh, go do some maidly things or something.
[21:02]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	gets up and heads out of the kitchen.
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[21:07]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	finds Patricia in her room.
[21:08]	* Patricia	looks up, nods, and puts away her book.
[21:08]	<Patricia>	Hello, Mikhail.
[21:08]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	No...food...
[21:10]	* Patricia	recalls the idea she had about sharing the cracker with Mikhail. she frowns.
[21:10]	<Patricia>	Well, that's too bad, isn't it...
[21:11]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	decides to crash into an empty bed face first, as his stomach grumbles again.
[21:13]	<Patricia>	Maybe if we didn't live in a flying washtub, we could get some food regularly. I guess you'll just have to eat these books until we get somewhere.
[21:13]	* Patricia	glances at a shelf full of novels, many of them worn down and without covers.
[21:16]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Where did you find that cracker?
[21:17]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	his face seems to lighten up a little.
[21:17]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Perhaps a secret stash?
[21:17]	<Patricia>	I kept a box of them in my room. They're all gone now, though... It's a shame, I was going to share that one with you.
[21:19]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	MILIIIIIIAAAAAAA!!!
[21:20]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	cannot sustain his cry of anger and collapses back onto the bed, the hunger getting to him again.
[21:21]	* Patricia	raises an eyebrow, and comes over to sit next on the bed.
[21:22]	<Patricia>	You can't possibly be that hungry... Is there anything I can do to help poor little Mikhail?
[21:23]	* Patricia	squeezes his shoulder, peering out from beneath her glasses.
[21:23]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	I could become a cannibal...But I'd really rather not have to eat you.
[21:25]	<Patricia>	Hmm~ I wouldn't think twice about eating you. Full of all the things I need, you know?
[21:25]	* Patricia	grabs a random book off its shelf, pretending to read its title.
[21:25]	<Patricia>	Let's see... How to Serve Man...
[21:27]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Oh no no, I wouldn't recommend that. I might have a terrible flavor and ruin the broth.
[21:29]	<Patricia>	Hmm~ Would you bet on that?
[21:31]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	...Maybe?
[21:31]	* Patricia	takes off her glasses, nibbling on the little plastic-rubber thing that goes on top of the ears. Whatever you call those. She also reaches over and squeezes Mikhail's knee affectionately.
[21:34]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	flushes at this sight. This girl knows all the right buttons to press...
[21:39]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	gulps audibly.
[21:40]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	quietly flies the ship.
[21:40]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	. o O (whoosh~)
[21:41]	<Patricia>	hmm...
[21:41]	* Patricia	lays down next to him.
[21:42]	<Patricia>	tell you what...
[21:42]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	snaps out of his stunned state...
[21:42]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Huh?
[21:43]	<Patricia>	if you'll treat me to a nice dinner when we port, then I'll let you have a bite.
[21:44]	* Patricia	tries to hide a blush and a grin, but doesn't do a very good job.
[21:46]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	has a conflicted expression on his face. Leave the airship? Is she insane?! You idiot, this is a date invitation! You're going to say no to Patchy? But the outside...! STOP BEING A FAGGOT AND TAKE HER OUT FOR DINNER!
[21:49]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	gives his head a violent shake to shut the voices up.
[21:49]	* Patricia	twiddles her finger around on his chest. Or back, depending on direction facing.
[21:50]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	seems to make another consideration before finally speaking up.
[21:50]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Y-yes, I'd love to take you...
[21:51]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	gulps before uttering the next word.
[21:51]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	...outside...for dinner.
[21:55]	* Patricia	frowns. She leans on top of him, closer to his ear.
[21:56]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	is a little confused by the frown.
[21:56]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Wha-?
[21:57]	<Patricia>	...We don't have to, you know. We could just eat by ourselves on top of the deck.
[21:57]	* Patricia	looks a little concerned.
[21:58]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	O-oh?
[22:00]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	thinks about it again. Dumbass, she didn't say about anything outside, quit jumping the gun! You really want to eat dinner in this "flying washtub?" It doesn't just have to be dinner, you know. You can surprise her and take her to library! But all the people! All the staring!
[22:03]	<[GM]Cerise>	The weather seems to be acting up outside. Rain's starting to fall.
[22:05]	<Patricia>	hm... Well, we can't eat outside, now...
[22:05]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	What?
[22:06]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	looks out of her window to see the rain fall. Part of him seems relieved.
[22:10]	<Patricia>	Oh, I know. How about we eat together here...
[22:11]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	If you're all right with that...yeah, sure.
[22:12]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	is surprised by the sudden appearance of the rain clouds. Apparently the weather wire reports were off.
[22:12]	* Patricia	rolls over, slipping behind a space between the wall and the bed. You can hear something unlatch, then she pops back up, revealing her head, and beckons you to come.
[22:13]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	No matter. They'll still make it to Dos Palmas just fine.
[22:14]	<[GM]Cerise>	The city is starting to become visible, even through the slowly building fog.
[22:15]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	What's that?
[22:16]	<Patricia>	My hiding spot.
[22:16]	* Patricia	fully disappears beneath the bed, waiting down below.
[22:19]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	decides to roll across the bed after her and into the crack.
[22:21]	* Patricia	smiles at Mikhail, revealing a personal enclosed space beneath the bed. Stretching your arms out would let you touch both sides easily, and it's only tall enough to permit passage if you crawl, but is otherwise a comfortable, small space. It's lit by a small light in the shape of a blue teddy-bear, and the bottom is as comfortable as a mattress. A few written works are left out, as well as some writing materials and other knick-knacks.
[22:22]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	What would you use this sort of place for?
[22:23]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	It's really tiny in here.
[22:23]	<Patricia>	It's big enough for me and you.
[22:24]	* Patricia	lays down, putting her ear to the cushioned floor.
[22:25]	<Patricia>	And... if you lay like this... you can hear the vibration from the motor and wind and everything... puts me to sleep...
[22:26]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	decides to do the same, facing Patricia as he lays his head on its side, with his ear to the floor.
[22:29]	<Patricia>	I like to stay here... where no one can find me...
[22:30]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	...But you showed me. How are you supposed to hide from me now?
[22:31]	<Patricia>	I guess I can't, anymore.
[22:33]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	furrows his eyebrows.
[22:33]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	What was the point?
[22:35]	<Patricia>	haaah... Mikhail, when a girl shows you something she doesn't show anyone else, what do you think that means?
[22:37]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	stares long and hard at her face as he hears the sounds of the airship's engine and other mechanisms.
[22:39]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Uh...I'm expected to keep the secret and carry it with me to the grave?
[22:39]	* Patricia	smiles.
[22:39]	<Patricia>	That's a good start.
[22:42]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	I'm only at the start?
[22:43]	<Patricia>	There's a little more to it. I'll give you time to think about it.
[22:44]	* Patricia	turns on her back, gazing at the little glow-in-the-dark stars she used to decorate the top.
[22:46]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	contacts the skyport on the wireless, and secures a location at Bay 4. Two other ships seem to be docked as well, she notes as she brings the ship nearer to the port; a luxury liner and a mid-size merchant freighter.
[22:46]	<Patricia>	So... do you want your bite or not?
[22:47]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	picks up the speaking tube and flips the 'Broadcast' switch.
[22:47]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	B...Bite?
[22:47]	* Patricia	kicks off her shoes and gives Mikhail a playful pinch through socked feet. Thigh-highed, even.
[22:48]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	/NOTIFICATION: We shall be arriving in Dos Palmas shortly. All hands, prepare for landing./
[22:49]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	hangs up the tube, and brings the airship close in towards the docking cradle, following the signals of the ground crew.
[22:54]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	moves in closer to Patricia.
[22:54]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	W-well, Milia and Marrakesh are going to go resupply...uh...
[22:57]	<Patricia>	hmm?
[22:57]	* Patricia	footsies harder.
[22:59]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Aahh!
[23:08]	<Patricia>	What are you suggesting, hmm?
[23:08]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	slips his hand up Patchy's leg, stopping at where the fabric ends and the skin begins. He hooks his finger into the band and pulls it, snapping it at Patchy's thigh.
[23:11]	<Patricia>	uuu-Aaah!
[23:12]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Ho ho! Two can play that game!
[23:13]	* Patricia	blushes furiously, reaching her hand between her thighs and looking at Mikhail with playful scorn.
[23:14]	<Patricia>	Ha... Hey, that's something I wanted to talk to you about.
[23:14]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	...Talk about what?
[23:15]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	raises an eyebrow. We came down here to talk?
[23:15]	* Patricia	sits up a little, pushing her dress close to her skin, pinkens, and gives a sharp little frown.
[23:15]	<Patricia>	This uniform you gave me is too thin! Look, you can almost see through it here...
[23:17]	* Patricia	realizes what she's doing, and covers herself with her arms.
[23:17]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	sits up too since apparently they'll be...talking.
[23:18]	<Patricia>	That was your whole idea, wasn't it? You little philanderer!
[23:18]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Well, you're awfully quit to judge, aren't you?
[23:20]	* Patricia	places a single finger on Mikhail's nose.
[23:21]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	's eyes cross starting at the finger.
[23:21]	<Patricia>	I know how little mister Mikoyan thinks. He thinks with the wrong head!
[23:24]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	quickly has an idea and catches Patchy's finger in his mouth, mostly with his lips and not his teeth.
[23:25]	<Patricia>	Oh?
[23:26]	<Patricia>	Are you going to keep me from the fingers?
[23:28]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Hmm?
[23:34]	<Patricia>	I mean... are you going to eat me from my fingers.
[23:36]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	shrugs as the lips wrapped around Patchy's finger curl up in a mischievous smile.
[23:43]	<Patricia>	What are you doing...
[23:44]	* Patricia	waves her finger up and down, left and right, pulling Mikhail along with it.
[23:48]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	begins following along with the arm movements as best he can.
[23:48]	<Patricia>	*sigh*... What am I going to do with you...
[23:50]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	lets her go.
[23:52]	* Patricia	snuggles closer, her hair casting a veil before the light in her little space.
[23:52]	<Patricia>	Was that your bite?
[23:54]	<Patricia>	I thought you were hungrier.
[23:57]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	's stomach grumbles after hearing the key word.
[00:00]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Oh, man...I was doing fine until then.
[00:01]	<Patricia>	Weak little man.
[00:01]	* Patricia	pokes his stomach.
[00:01]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	pokes her...chest.
[00:06]	* Patricia	makes an "o" of surprise with her mouth, then furrows her brows and snatches the poking hand.
[00:07]	<Patricia>	Getting a little frisky, are we? You like touching little girl's chests?
[00:10]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Irrelevant.
[00:10]	<Patricia>	It's very relevant when it's mine.
[00:10]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	gives Patchy a little smile.
[00:10]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	I like touching your chest.
[00:11]	* Patricia	narrows her eyes, but smiles back. Then, she blushes deeply, her grip loosening and her eyes peering down...
[00:12]	<Patricia>	is... is that so...
[00:14]	* Patricia	isn't sure what to do...
[00:15]	* Patricia	looks Mikhail in the eyes nervously, then lies down on her back before him.
[00:16]	<Patricia>	Well, then...
[00:16]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	suddenly feeling a little light-headed.
[00:16]	<Patricia>	T-touch... all you want... b-but nothing serious, okay?! Just... touching...
[00:18]	* Patricia	looks away, afraid of what Mikhail's face might tell her.
[00:18]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	gulps, scooting over closer to Patchy.
[00:22]	* Patricia	puts her hand on top of his, not to lead it but to help brace herself. whew, this is kinda dirty, but...
[00:23]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	takes his free hand, running up Patchy's leg, stopping again at the place where the fabric of her long legs ends and her thigh begins.
[00:25]	* Patricia	wriggles around a little bit, sensitive to the touch.
[00:25]	<Patricia>	r-remember... nothing serious...
[00:28]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	I know...I don't think I have the energy for anything "serious" anyway.
[00:28]	<Patricia>	I wouldn't count on that...
[00:29]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	's hand travels up her inner thigh a little higher.
[00:29]	<Patricia>	mn...
[00:32]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	takes the other hand and runs it up Patchy's arm.
[00:34]	* Patricia	takes a few deeper breaths, trying to calm herself. Mikhail's touch goosebumps her a little bit, and causes her nipples to perk...
[00:36]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	's thigh hand moves to her outer thigh and goes up some more, drawing circles with his thumb along the way. She's so soft.
[00:40]	* Patricia	presses her other leg closer, squeezing Mikhail's hand between her legs in an attempt to make it more comfortable. Unwittingly, this only makes it more uncomfortable.
[00:47]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	goes up further feeling another fabric. His heart racing even faster than before.
[00:48]	<Patricia>	aah... Mikhail...
[00:51]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	takes his other hand to move onto Patchy's chest.
[00:52]	<Patricia>	mmmn...
[00:53]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	begins sliding a finger up and down that fabric he's found between her legs.
[00:55]	* Patricia	follows the hand with her own, placing the other over her mouth. After a moment, she pulls it back and lifts up her shirt high enough to slip in a hand. She makes eye contact with Mikhail, looking anxious as ever.
[00:57]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	gulps audibly and goes for something daring. He lowers his head onto her belly, pressing his lips onto the smooth skin.
[01:00]	<Patricia>	aha-ha... If you razz me, I'll kill you...
[01:01]	* Patricia	arches back, slowly slumping back down as Mikhail feels her all over.
[01:01]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	clicks his tongue in disappointment.
[01:05]	<Patricia>	mmm?
[01:05]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	begins tracing upward toward her chest, while his hand between her legs goes a little faster.
[01:09]	* Patricia	takes the hand, leading it under her shirt and up to her humble breast, if you could call it that yet. She's sweating, her face is so red.
[01:16]	<Patricia>	w-well... what are you going to do now...
[01:16]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	looks up from her stomach.
[01:16]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	I'm touching, aren't I?
[01:17]	<Patricia>	you sure are...
[01:18]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	let's go of Patchy's crotch, moving that hand to the other free breast, both hands circling them with a massaging motion.
[01:19]	<Patricia>	ngnnn... uah...
[01:26]	* Patricia	wraps her now free legs around Mikhail's body, pulling herself closer.
[01:26]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Oh...
[01:28]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	dips down giving the side of her neck a kiss.
[01:28]	<Patricia>	Mmmm...
[01:29]	* Patricia	cradles his head, stroking through his hair, with her other hand still across her chest, holding Mikhail's own hands.
[01:41]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	traces kisses up onto Patchy's cheeck, finally arriving at her lips.
[01:42]	* Patricia	holds her breath and pushes up to give a very simple kiss. Her head drops down afterwards, giving Mikhail a bashful grin.
[01:42]	<Patricia>	alright... that's... enough for now.
[01:43]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Ah...o-okay.
[01:44]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	lets his hands off of her chest, pulling her shirt back down over them as he eases of her.
[01:45]	* Patricia	sits up and hugs Mikhail, lying her face across his collar bone.
[01:46]	<Patricia>	Hehe... I can only do weird things like that with you, so you better be happy about it...
[01:48]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	chuckles nervously, but says nothing more and only hugs her back.
[01:49]	* Patricia	's stomach growls.
[01:49]	<Patricia>	...mmn.
[01:49]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	...Had to happen sometime, I guess?
[01:52]	<Patricia>	Yeah... when are they going to be back?
[01:52]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Oh damn, I didn't really tell them they had a time limit...
[01:53]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	But Marrakesh is with them, they should be back at a reasonable time.
[01:55]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	looks around the tiny room.
[01:55]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Uh...How do we get out of here?
[01:58]	* Patricia	releases the embrace, turns out the light, and crawls around a bit in the darkness. after a moment, light pours from the far corner, Patricia's silhouette showing as she crawls up and out.
[02:02]	* Patricia	sticks her head back in. Her hair falls upside-down, tumbling in a purple haze.
[02:02]	<Patricia>	Heeey, dummy. Are you going to stay here or are you going to come up?
[02:02]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	snaps out of his daze.
[02:03]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Oh, right.
[02:03]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	scrambles onto his knees and hands, crawling out after her.
[02:04]	* Patricia	narrows her eyes.
[02:05]	<Patricia>	If you're gonna do... that, then I suggest you go back to your own room.
[02:06]	* Patricia	turns back up, laying on her bed, awaiting Mikhail's follow.
[02:06]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	sits along the side of the bed next to Patchy.
[02:07]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Now why would I have to go to my room to do that?
[02:08]	<Patricia>	Because I'd never let you do this again if you did that here.
[02:08]	* Patricia	exemplifies by touching her chest.
[02:15]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	frowns at that thought. It seems his body has once again realized its hunger, and he feels drained once again, falling backwards onto the bed.
[02:19]	* Patricia	lies next to him, reading from a little blue novel, her face no longer flushed red. She peaks out from the book every now and then, however, checking on Mikhail's expression.
[02:26]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Come here, Patchy...
[02:27]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	beacons her, patting on his stomach.
[02:28]	<Patricia>	Hmm?
[02:28]	* Patricia	marks the book between a finger, and moves it aside.
[02:29]	<Patricia>	I told you, you can only have a bite.
[02:30]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	I already took it. I'm not asking to take one now.
[02:31]	<Patricia>	hm...
[02:33]	* Patricia	obliges, crawling over and laying her head on his belly. At that moment, a hungry echo utters from within. She looks at Mikhail and frowns.
[02:33]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Oh damn.
[02:33]	<Patricia>	Hmm...
[02:34]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	shrugs in defeat.
[02:34]	* Patricia	crawls up closer, laying her head on his chest.
[02:34]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	takes it back. I suppose that's fine too.
[02:35]	<Patricia>	That's better...
[02:37]	* Patricia	listens to his heartbeat, while reading her book in one hand. The other finds its way on top of his chest, supporting herself a little bit.
[02:45]	<Patricia>	Hmm... I could fall asleep like this, too...
[02:47]	* [Pyg]Mikhail	shuts his eyes, at ease feeling another's warmth on his chest.
[02:47]	<[Pyg]Mikhail>	Yeah...
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[23:08]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	eases the Iolanta down into the steel framework of the docking cradle with mechanical precision; the only noticeable sign of this is a brief, slight swaying, but not enough to comically throw people onto one another or something equally contrived. Unless they wanted to fake it, in which case go for it.
[23:08]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	powers down the motors, and hears the distant clanks as the dock workers secure the ship to the platform and attach the clamps. Leaving the bridge, she heads down the hall to the fore exit hatch.
[23:17]	* [kiri]Mullberry	wanders around the loading bay, waiting for the ship's personnel to do her routine check-ups.
[23:26]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	exits the hatch, waving once to the dockworker carrying a clipboard, marking them as an officer.
[23:30]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Ah, Hello there!
[23:30]	* [kiri]Mullberry	waves back.
[23:30]	* [kiri]Mullberry	appears to be a little girl in an officer uniform. From her look, she can't be older than 12.
[23:36]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	is surprised that they allow children to run around unsupervised. This is not a safe place for them.
[23:36]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	bows slightly to the girl.
[23:36]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	I need you to sign this. Are you that ship's personnel?
[23:37]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	SALUTATION: Good afternoon, young miss. Is there a ground crew official That I might speak with?
[23:37]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Ah. Mullberry Hans, by the way! Nice t meet you.
[23:37]	* [kiri]Mullberry	extends her hand.
[23:38]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	I'm the ground crew official.
[23:39]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	pauses. Either she IS one of the ground crew, or she's watched them at work often enough, or the Dos Palmas Skyport is in dire need of employees.
[23:39]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	....No, it seems it's the first.
[23:39]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	nods.
[23:39]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Very well.
[23:40]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	You can call me Berry, or just Em is enough!
[23:41]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	takes the clipboard, and fills out the ship's information and licensing details, purpose of stop, estimated duration of stay, and so on. Her hand whips over the paper, signing everything in a neat copperplate print. Once done, she hands it back to the child.
[23:42]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Wow, it's as if you're printing it out! Nice handwriting there.
[23:42]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Thank you, Miss Berry.
[23:42]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Well...
[23:43]	* [kiri]Mullberry	give the document to one of the document runners.
[23:43]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	I've been assigned as your personal guide. So tell me what you need and I'll get it done in a jiffy.
[23:44]	* [kiri]Mullberry	's officer card swaying a bit as she move. A little glimpse of the personal detail designate that she is now 19.
[23:53]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	notes the ID card and especially the age. She is fairly sure it is fake. Definitely short-staffed, then...
[23:54]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	REQUEST: We are stopping to replenish our food supplies. Can you direct me to a market and a commercial foodstuffs supplier?
[23:56]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Sure. Do you have any means of goods transportation? We can provide that with minimal charges.
[00:12]	* [Mys]Felix	runs through the catwalks towards the hangar. Coming to a near breathless stop at the head of the docking bridge, inhaling as he slows to a steady walk. Felix adjusts his glasses.
[00:13]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	RESPONSE: We have a truck, but the commercial supplier will involve moving much more, so if you have any heavy cargo trucks, we will eventually need to use one for a brief period of time.
[00:14]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Ah. I'll get you one. The charges will be included with your landing fee, 'kay?
[00:15]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	NOTIFICATION: I will first need to return inside to locate and bring some of my fellow crew who are more informed on the comestibles situation.
[00:15]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	AGREEMENT: Very well.
[00:15]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Sure. I'll be waiting.
[00:15]	* [kiri]Mullberry	just stand around, wagging her imaginary tail.
[00:17]	<[Mys]Felix>	MARAH~!
[00:17]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	?!
[00:18]	* [Mys]Felix	shouts when he's caught his breath. Adjusting the cuffs of his light gray suit...
[00:18]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	bows, and returns to go inside when she hears --and then spots-- Felix.
[00:20]	<[Mys]Felix>	Head man say you needin' some han's ta help wit' tha' cargo thing...
[00:21]	* [Mys]Felix	reaches and hand into a pocket and pulls up a folded sheet of paper.
[00:22]	<[Mys]Felix>	Says ya be wantin' this too. Some list o' somethin'.
[00:23]	* [Mys]Felix	holds the paper out for Marrakesh.
[00:24]	* [kiri]Mullberry	just shrugs, and get back to her chillin' session. It doesn't really matter if the boy's rough edge is getting on anyone's nerve. She's fine with anything and is content to just stand there and chill.
[00:24]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Hm~ hm~
[00:24]	* [Mys]Felix	notices a girl about his age.
[00:25]	<[Mys]Felix>	Say, who's the dame?
[00:25]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	?
[00:25]	* [huh]Milia	opens the door and bolts out headlong into Marry.
[00:25]	* [Mys]Felix	grins at the girl.
[00:26]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Hi.
[00:26]	* [kiri]Mullberry	waves.
[00:26]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	takes the list and stands still as Milia crashes into her. Ow.
[00:26]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	That probably hurt.
[00:28]	* [huh]Milia	rubs her head.
[00:28]	<[huh]Milia>	That hurt...
[00:29]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	RESPONSE: She is Port Officer Mulberry. Thank you for the list, Mr. Fujiwara.
[00:29]	* [Mys]Felix	walks up close to the new girl and looks down at her, the burn scars on his face apparent at this distance.
[00:30]	<[huh]Milia>	Oh, it's someone new.
[00:30]	* [kiri]Mullberry	stares back with her golden eyes. Not even flinching.
[00:30]	<[huh]Milia>	Robot, who's this?
[00:30]	* [huh]Milia	points at the two.
[00:32]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Mullberry Hans! Officer! Nice to meet you all.
[00:32]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	I think you're also the ship's personnel too, right?
[00:32]	* [kiri]Mullberry	is being friendly in general.
[00:32]	* [Mys]Felix	backs up a bit. Officer? She sure doesn't look old enough?
[00:34]	* [huh]Milia	gets up, supporting herself with the rather unfriendly-looking nailbat she carries.
[00:35]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Nice cane. But I personally think it's quite dangerous with all those nails!
[00:40]	<[huh]Milia>	It's not a cane, though.
[00:40]	<[huh]Milia>	It's more like a club.
[00:40]	* [kiri]Mullberry	, after filing her request, retrieve the key from the document runner girl that zips pass by using her rollerskate or something.
[00:40]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Well, nice club anyway.
[00:41]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	The truck's over there. Who will go with me?
[00:41]	<[huh]Milia>	Thank you. I'll go!
[00:41]	<[Mys]Felix>	Aye, little Miss, ya ain't happen ta know who's in charga this cargo run?
[00:41]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Nope. No one told me.
[00:41]	* [kiri]Mullberry	honestly answers.
[00:42]	<[Mys]Felix>	Ah, well, I thin' I can spare a few, ta lend ma hand...
[00:43]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	But you are not that airship's personnel, so no!
[00:43]	* [kiri]Mullberry	smiles.
[00:43]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Doing my job here. No hard feelings, 'kay?
[00:44]	<[Mys]Felix>	Eh? I be on call on di' air tub longha then you think, kid.
[00:45]	* [kiri]Mullberry	looking through the airship crew list.
[00:45]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	name, please.
[00:45]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	accompanies Milia to the truck.
[00:45]	* [Mys]Felix	grins again staring into this girls eyes.
[00:46]	<[Mys]Felix>	Call me Felix, little Miss.
[00:46]	* [Mys]Felix	put a hand on her back and starts pushing her along with himself toward the truck.
[00:47]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Felix...felix.... There's one Felix here, and he's just a 13 years old brat who try to call 19-years old a little miss. Okay, you're part of the crew alright.
[00:47]	<[Mys]Felix>	So does this "little Miss" have a name?
[00:48]	* [Mys]Felix	smiles skeptically at the 19-years old part.
[00:48]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	I told you already, scatterbrain-boy. Try using your brain more often, okay?
[00:48]	* [kiri]Mullberry	smiles.
[00:48]	* [huh]Milia	follows Mullberry.
[00:49]	* [kiri]Mullberry	gets on the truck and take the wheel. It's quite uncomfortable for her size, but she manage somehow.
[00:50]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Everyone's in?
[00:50]	<[huh]Milia>	Yep!
[00:50]	* [Mys]Felix	slides in next to the little misss.
[00:50]	* [kiri]Mullberry	chuckles a bit. Silly boy. Kinda cute with the way he try to flirt her though.
[00:51]	<[kiri]Mullberry>	Okay. Off we go! Market it is!
[00:52]	* [kiri]Mullberry	drives away. To victory!
[01:37]	* [Mys]Felix	makes small talk with the little miss.
[01:39]	<[Mys]Felix>	So, ya happen ta 'ave a spare momen' afta' dis?
[01:39]	* [kiri]Mulberry	drives slowly, like a good officer she is. It took a while until they reach the lower shopping district.
[01:39]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Huh? Yes. As long as the ship stay docked here, I'm accompanying your crew everywhere.
[01:41]	<[Mys]Felix>	Ah ain't suppose ya 'ave plans yet though? I'dda like to treat ya ta a nice lunch, little Missy.
[01:41]	* [kiri]Mulberry	pull a car to a stop behind the fish shop.
[01:42]	<[huh]Milia>	Lunch? Can Milia come, too?
[01:42]	* [Mys]Felix	frowns at that.
[01:42]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Flirting with me? ask me again ten years later and I might reconsider that.
[01:43]	* [kiri]Mulberry	giggles.
[01:43]	<[Mys]Felix>	So, ya already got a chap then?
[01:43]	* [Mys]Felix	ignores Milly
[01:43]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Nnnnnnnnnnnotreally.
[01:43]	* [Mys]Felix	smiles at that.
[01:44]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	and it's supposed to be me who buy you kids some lunch.
[01:44]	* [huh]Milia	doesn't take well to being ignored.
[01:45]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Well, here we are! Go shopping to your heart's content!
[01:45]	* [kiri]Mulberry	unlock the door.
[01:45]	* [huh]Milia	is placated by Mull's offer.
[01:45]	<[huh]Milia>	Yay, food~
[01:45]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	After we're finished I'll treat you all. I know some local joint that's quite cheap and very tasty!
[01:45]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	nods and exits, bowing to Mulberry.
[01:46]	<[Mys]Felix>	...
[01:46]	* [kiri]Mulberry	winks at Milia
[01:46]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	GRATITUDE: Thank you kindly, Officer Mulberry.
[01:46]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	I think you can take it. quite spicy there!
[01:46]	* [kiri]Mulberry	hops down from the truck.
[01:46]	<[Mys]Felix>	Ya somethin' else, little Miss.
[01:46]	* [Mys]Felix	follows behind her.
[01:47]	* [huh]Milia	takes hold of Mullberry's arm, having in her mind just earned a new friend.
[01:48]	* [kiri]Mulberry	hops along happily like she always are.
[01:49]	* [Mys]Felix	watches the two girls moving ahead while keeping pace with Marah...
[01:50]	<[Mys]Felix>	Some days I's wonda whys I even botha...
[01:50]	* [Mys]Felix	runs his hand through his hair and sighs.
[01:52]	<[Mys]Felix>	Ya know stuff, Marah... Wadda ya thin' ma chances ah?
[01:54]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	looks at Felix.
[01:54]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	QUERY: Chances of what, Mister Fujiwara?
[01:55]	* [kiri]Mulberry	leads them to one HUGEASS store. Stuff lining up on the shelf as well as hundreds of cash registor working itrelessly to fulfill customer's needs. Mulberry leads them to the wholesale section.
[01:55]	* [Mys]Felix	smiles.
[01:55]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	There. This place should do it. Get what you need here.
[01:57]	<[Mys]Felix>	O' gettin' a gal, an' holdin' her han', and bein' in love an' all tha' jazz...
[01:59]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	ADDENDUM: Any girl, or Officer Mulberry in particular?
[02:00]	* [Mys]Felix	looks at Marrakesh and then away, towards the little Miss and Milly...
[02:01]	* [Mys]Felix	stops smiling.
[02:01]	<[Mys]Felix>	...any gal I 'spose...
[02:01]	* [Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh	pauses, tilting her head momentarily before looking back at Felix, and replying.
[02:07]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	ESTIMATION: Your chances of successfully forming a close relationship are not something easily quantifiable. I would judge that the likelihood of forming an intimate relationship will increase with age, however. Furthermore, a more composed or subtle approach to future interactions with women is generally preferred, depending on the type that you prefer.
[02:07]	<[Atai]NineOClock_to_Marrakesh>	...Frankly, I am ill-suited to dispense such advice. I apologize for this shortcoming.
[02:08]	* [kiri]Mulberry	bought a candy from the snack stall for Milia.
[02:11]	<[Mys]Felix>	Thankya, Marah. Ya dun need ta 'pologize nothin'.
[02:13]	* [huh]Milia	is overjoyed. She eats the candy with an almost indecent entheusiasm.
[02:13]	<[Mys]Felix>	Ya 'dvice bettah then anybody elses anyways
[02:14]	* [kiri]Mulberry	smiles. Some kids are nice. Some don't. And she happen to be with the good one.
[02:15]	* [Mys]Felix	gets to work grabbing supplies and loading them on the truck.
[02:15]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Hey, you gotta pay for that first!
[02:16]	* [kiri]Mulberry	run back to the group.
[02:16]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Get me the list. I'll take care of it.
[02:17]	* [Mys]Felix	IS paying for the supplies he's loading
[02:18]	* [kiri]Mulberry	got told by the employee that he DID pay for those.
[02:18]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Oh? Ahahaha, Sorry!
[02:19]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Misunderstanding Happens.
[02:19]	* [kiri]Mulberry	helps Felix with the loading.
[02:21]	* [huh]Milia	helps as well.
[02:24]	* [huh]Milia	shows her usefulness through lifting loads that might be difficult for an adult to manage.
[02:24]	* [kiri]Mulberry	try to shove all the stuffs into the truck using her small figures. It doesn't look good.
[02:31]	* [Mys]Felix	notices Mulberry having trouble and helps her out.
[02:31]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Ah, thanks.
[02:31]	<[Mys]Felix>	Ah, no prob, little... ah Miss 'ans..
[02:32]	* [Mys]Felix	is trying to be less direct like Marah said...
[02:32]	* [kiri]Mulberry	smiles back.
[02:32]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Now that's better.
[02:33]	<[Mys]Felix>	'smy pleasha
[02:40]	<[Mys]Felix>	Miss 'ans. Tanks fo' offerin' ta buy ma lunch fa me, but dat jus' don't set right wit' me ta hav' a dame payin'.
[02:40]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	But you are a kid. I can't take kid's money!
[02:40]	* [kiri]Mulberry	answer that with a straight face.
[02:41]	<[huh]Milia>	Kid, kid~
[02:41]	* [huh]Milia	sings to herself as she loads crates.
[02:43]	<[Mys]Felix>	Call me a kid when ya' talla' then me, Miss 'ans. I 'an pay fa mahself at least.
[02:43]	* [kiri]Mulberry	is quite astonished, witnessing Milia carry stuffs that should take two muscular men to haul.
[02:43]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Well, sure. If you insist.
[02:43]	* [Mys]Felix	laughs a bit at how surprised Mulberry is... Milia is plenty strong...
[02:44]	* [kiri]Mulberry	winks at Felix.
[02:44]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	you just forfeit your chance!
[02:46]	* [Mys]Felix	gets dust in his eye... Ow!
[02:46]	* [Mys]Felix	rubs his eye
[02:46]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Something in your eye? lemme take a closer look.
[02:47]	* [kiri]Mulberry	look into Felix's eye up close. The girl is staring intently, searching for that said dust.
[02:49]	* [Mys]Felix	is statue still...lowering his hand and wide eyed
[02:50]	* [kiri]Mulberry	try to blow it out, but can't control the power.
[02:52]	<[Mys]Felix>	Aaah!
[02:52]	* [Mys]Felix	She spit in ma eye!
[02:53]	* [Mys]Felix	turns where he stands and redoubles his effort at rubbing it
[02:53]	* [Mys]Felix	keeping his back to the little monster.
[02:54]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Ah! Sorry!
[02:54]	* [kiri]Mulberry	is feeling guilty.
[02:54]	* [kiri]Mulberry	just focus her effort on loading.
[02:54]	<[Mys]Felix>	...
[02:54]	* [huh]Milia	is staring up at Felix.
[02:54]	<[huh]Milia>	You alright?
[02:55]	* [kiri]Mulberry	got a call from the store's employee that the cargo is fully loaded. She thanks them and get back to the group.
[02:55]	<[Mys]Felix>	Yah, 'sokay, Milly.
[02:56]	* [Mys]Felix	's eye feels a bit agitated, but not so bad if he keeps it closed.
[02:56]	* [huh]Milia	nods.
[02:56]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	We're good to go!
[02:56]	<[huh]Milia>	Yay~
[02:58]	* [kiri]Mulberry	have to make sure that everyone get back into the truck first. Leave no men behind!
[03:01]	* [Mys]Felix	gets in the truck beside Marah.
[03:03]	* [Mys]Felix	cleans his glasses, straightens his sleeves, and smooths his hair.
[03:04]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Good to go, I suppose?
[03:04]	<[kiri]Mulberry>	Let's get to the next stop.
[03:04]	* [huh]Milia	jumps into the truck.
[03:05]	* [kiri]Mulberry	, after make sure that everyone's in, head off to another destination...
[03:08]	<[GM]Cerise>	The group takes off for some food while the pair back at home continue to starve. See you next time!