Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170403215246

(The Trieste IS my home base. It's my headquarters, home base, F.O.B., everything. If something pushes me back to my sub, then I got nowhere else to go.)

I listen to the voices echoing through the metal corridors. "You better not be telling people this is a stripclub!" I yell at the door. I look around. The jet-black walls and floor are bare of furniture, and the only entrance is the open door. "Wait, didn't Claire get in through a vent or something?"  The vent tightens up, reducing the dimensions by half. "Heh, you'd need to be a Fairy to get through there!" I sit on a large block, protruding from the wall and facing the door. I adjust the flamethrower, then sigh. "You know, you've got two-no, three options. Either come in here, and we fight. Or stay out there, and starve. Or, stay out there, start blowing up stuff, and set off the nuclear reactor. That's how I see it. However, there is one more choice: leave now, come back in about two weeks, and we'll continue where we left off." I yawn. "I'm getting kind of sleepy. It's like-" I check my PDA "-10:04 at night, guys."  "Oh, yippee." I fabricate an Organic Fabricator (patented by me) and type in a code. The lunchbox-sized container closes, whirrs, then opens, revealing an amber liquid. I raise the glass of apple cider to my lips, and drink. The warmth and flavour captivates me. "I wonder. Does the need for sex feel anything like the need for apple cider? Eh, something for another day." I drink it down, then put the cup back in the Organic Fabricator and fill it up again. "God, I love apple cider."