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[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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Date: 2013-12-21 03:51 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2013-12-21 07:06 am (UTC)From: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?
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Date: 2013-12-21 07:09 am (UTC)From:He makes several brusque motions to try to unhook it, like it's a spider.]
Old look.
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Date: 2013-12-21 07:19 am (UTC)From:[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.
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Date: 2013-12-21 07:21 am (UTC)From:[His tone is flat; that usually does the trick the first time.]
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Date: 2013-12-21 07:33 am (UTC)From: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.]
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Date: 2013-12-21 11:39 pm (UTC)From:Stop touching me. Go put clothes on.
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Date: 2013-12-24 04:44 am (UTC)From: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.]
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Date: 2013-12-27 06:04 am (UTC)From:[She's not stopping. Arthas lifts the hand that doesn't have a sword in it to clamp around her throat.]