Preening

[force_captain]

[Private to the Admiral]

I'm not sure what this compulsion is to list off gifts has come from but I seem to be unable to resist it. [But she'll do it her way.]

Give everyone a Doomberry Pie. They're quiet delicious.
Except for Loki and Archer.
Give them....hmmm polished mirrors. Pure silver for Archer and pure gold for Loki.




[Spam for Ladies' Showers and/or hallways between there and her room on Level 1]

[Shared showers actually don't bother her at all. Certainly, she'd prefer a private bath, but a shower is a shower. There were times when something so simple as bathing was considered a luxury, even just watching hands and face. So no, she's not at all bothered to be in a very accessible place with no clothes on. One would think her dislike of other females would make her avoid the showers, but on the contrary, bathing is an opportunity to preen. So what if another, inferior, female comes in. Catra is perfection.

She takes her time, because perfection requires time. Once she's scrubbed and polished, she pats herself dry. (You do not rub with a towel. You pat. Rubbing tears off healthy skin.) She combs her hair, and by the time she'd finished the black mass has at least stopped being dripping wet and is closer to just damp. (You do not dry your hair with heat. It damages the follicles and causes split ends.)

She makes the walk back to her room much the same way she'd left it: wrapped up in a fluffy towel and nothing else. Why would she bother hauling her clothes back and forth? Besides, it's not like she minds if anyone sees. Really, she's doing them a favor.]

(Ooc note: Catra can be encountered either in the actual ladies' shower or on her way back to her room from them. Please note she'll be either naked or nearly there and if you tag with a male character, be prepared to be hit on, possibly very aggressively depending on how things go. Once again, this villainess will not likely listen to polite 'no thank you's. Any questions or concerns do not hesitate to PM or plurk at me!)

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[fire_punk]

[ Kevin's walking his dog as she comes out of the showers. He stops, staring at her, as much in shock as in appreciation. Of course, the dog doesn't care and keeps walking. Which means he manages to pull Kevin off his feet.]

[force_captain]

[Her smile is wicked, knowing and immediate.]

Everything all right?

[Not 'Are you all right'. It's deliberate, but subtle. She very much enjoys the fact that he made a fool of himself because he was staring at her.]

[fire_punk]

I don't know. [He doesn't trust her. The way she's acting reminds him a little too much of Yvette. He picks himself up.] Are you?

[force_captain]

[Now she comes closer to him, slow, stalking strides that make her hips sway just a little more enticingly. That smile is still there, amused, confident, and more than just a little sultry.]

Sweet of you to ask. I'm not the one who fell.

[fire_punk]

[He moves closer to his dog, eyeing her warily.] That wasn't what I meant.

[force_captain]

[She doesn't mind his wariness of her. Power is power, whatever the flavor. She'll take it.]

What did you mean then?

[fire_punk]

I meant it's a bit cold for, you know... ]For walking the halls naked.]

[force_captain]

I don't know how the rest of you do it, but where I come from, it's customary to bathe without clothes on.

[She teasing on purpose. She know full well what he meant, and where he was going with it. But this is far more fun.]

[fire_punk]

Yeah, in the shower. And you're not bathing now.

[force_captain]

No, you missed that part. [She's just going to let that insinuation hang right there for him.]

[fire_punk]

[He gives her an insulted look, his hand tightening around Slayer's leash.] I'm walking my dog, not watching porn.

[force_captain]

[That makes her pause, perfect brows drawing together.]

What is porn?

[fire_punk]

Why don't you look it up in the library? [Says the boy who won't set foot in the library. But he's not explaining it to her. She's too much like Yvette and he just wants to get out of here.]

[darknessb4me]

[What is it lately about women going around without clothes on? Arthas sighs but doesn't otherwise react, just keeps walking.]

[force_captain]

[She recognizes him. Catra isn't one to forget a face, especially a pretty one attached to a man. But certainly the details had changed. She needed a longer look.

It's not her hand that reaches out for him, but her tail, curving around his forearm. It's not tight, but definitely firm enough to get attention.]

New look, dearie?

[darknessb4me]

[What is that on his arm. What. No.

He makes several brusque motions to try to unhook it, like it's a spider.]

Old look.

[force_captain]

Rrreally?

[That's intriguing. His reaction to her tail is actually rather amusing, and not discouraging in the slightest. She takes it as he is unsettled, and that is fine with her.

The tail uncurls and slides off smoothly. Then she starts to circle him, eyeing him up and down, like he was a horse she was thinking of buying.]

You're a fine, broad specimen, aren't you? [It's a rhetorical question.] The comm doesn't quite do you justice.

[darknessb4me]

I'm dead.

[His tone is flat; that usually does the trick the first time.]

[force_captain]

[Is that supposed to be a deterrent? If anything, she's more interested now.]

How fascinating.

[She reaches out her hand now, to touch his chestplate. Armor like that isn't something she's seen before. It's so...crude and rough looking.]

[darknessb4me]

[The armor is chilled, too, like it's been sitting in a freezer.]

Stop touching me. Go put clothes on.

[force_captain]

[She doesn't even blink at his demands. She's too busy sizing him up. And no, she doesn't stop touching him. She might have, if he hadn't said anything, but now that he's ordered her not to, she certainly won't. At least not until she's ready to stop.]

How exactly are you animated, dearie? Magic or science?

[Flirt all she may, she is genuinely intrigued. There are no living dead on any of the planets she knows.]

[darknessb4me]

Magic.

[She's not stopping. Arthas lifts the hand that doesn't have a sword in it to clamp around her throat.]

[codename_duchess]

[Archer's bored, filled with energy, and on the fourth floor corridor about to head to the gym in order to seek out someone to punch until one of them tags out.

At least, that was the idea until something much, much better came along. If he had his way she'd lose the towel, but... he guesses there are kids around.]

Uh, hello.

[force_captain]

[Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. She smiles slowly and approaches him.]

Greetings, Archerrr.

[codename_duchess]

[Dragged in? Please. This cat sauntered in on silent paws after hunting something much bigger than itself, possibly with tusks, with amazing ease. And he knows an amazing female specimen when he sees one, and signals his approval with a long, lingering glance over her legs and curves. Finally his gaze settles on her eyes -- green eyes. He's always liked green eyes.]

Salutations, Catra. You're looking amazing today. As usual. You, uh, sure you're warm enough in that towel?

[force_captain]

[Ah, Archer. She does love your willingness to volunteer compliments. She isn't bothered either by his obvious appreciative looks. She enjoys them.

She sashays close, so they are not quite touching, but she could feel his body heat next to her bared skin.]

I imagine I could be warmer. It is very chill in these halls.

[codename_duchess]

[He's the perfect gentleman, at least until he gets a woman to bed. After that he tends to turn back to his bitchy self -- a habit he'll need to be trained out of.

This sudden closeness is obviously welcome, and Archer presses forward so they're body to body. He wraps his unzipped jacket around her first, then his arms, settling them around her waist.]

There. Better, isn't it?

[force_captain]

[She made a purring sound in her throat as she's wrapped up in his jacket, and his body presses into hers. She rests her hands on his chest, getting a feel of his toned muscles without so much as a twinge of shyness.]

Much betterrr.

[codename_duchess]

[The lack of shyness pleases Archer, as does the lack of inhibition as Catra presses against him. He lowers his hands to her hips, cheek grazing against hers.]

Good. Would you like an escort back to your room? Or possibly mine?

[force_captain]

Aren't you on your way somewhere?

[It's not a rejection, just a question for clarity. Will you drop what you're doing for her? Catra's inquiring mind wants to know.]

[codename_duchess]

Yeah, but I can do this later.

[Not that he'll need to if things go the way he hopes. Sex burns as many calories as a workout, maybe more.]

[force_captain]

[That's what she likes to hear. Everything can wait when it's Catra's dime.]

Well then. Where is your room?

[codename_duchess]

One level down. Do you, uh, mind the walk?

[Without waiting for her to answer, Archer sweeps Catra up bridal-style and offers her a suave smile.]

[force_captain]

[She doesn't gasp or anything overly girly like that. She just smiles right back at him, cool and knowing.]

I suppose not now.

[She drapes an arm around his shoulders and lets him carry her. She doesn't clutch or hold the towel, just letting it be. If it fell, who cared? It's only one floor. And she's not exactly modest.]

[spam]

[routemistress]

[Iris is just peaceably heading up towards the deck with her dogs. Catra still kind of makes her want to throw a punch, but she's arranged with herself not to get into stupid fights with inmates, however annoying. So her smile, while a long way from the luminous one that greets someone she's truly pleased to see, is genuine enough.]

'Ey Catra. Settling in all right?

[The dogs can read her ambivalence, but it's clear to them that Iris doesn't feel threatened, so they don't hackle or growl. Elvis pokes his nose cautiously forward to see what this person's smell says about her, and Solace slinks behind Iris' legs to await his brother's report.]

[spam]

[force_captain]

[Catra has no issue with dogs. Nor any animal really. Where she comes from there is no myth about cats and dogs not getting along. No, it's Iris that raises Catra's hackles. But then, most women did.]

Indeed. Your prison is most accommodating.

[Meaning the Barge was a damn sight better than most every area of the Fright Zone. This was a veritable vacation, enforced though it might be. But she layers her tone in ice. No friendliness to be had. She imagines the gentleness is just a means of fattening up the foolish for slaughter.]

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[heisrisen]

[He passes her in the hallway with a courteous nod, but distractedly. It's not that he doesn't notice her degree of undress, or her beauty - he's observant, even when he's stewing in his own head a little. But he's much more used to beauty - and strange cosmetic variations on it - that he is to the opposite, and it's certainly not something that draws his attention.]

spam

[force_captain]

[Perhaps it was his being distracted, or just poor timing, but whatever the case, as they pass each other, his foot treds over her tail. And as with any cat, her tail is rather sensitive. She startles, makes one of those short, loud cat sounds that are both meow and growl, and darts back in reflex.

But unlike most cats, she can actually cradle her wounded tail in her hands, and does so, while shooting accusing daggers at him with her kitty green eyes.]

Watch where you're going!

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[heisrisen]

[He'd moved more-or-less automatically to avoid smashing into her; he did not anticipate the tail. He stops short, more distressed by the feline noise than he would be if he'd accidentally stepped on another person.]

...our gravest apologies. Will you be alright?