I mean, c'mon. Try and tell me that the word doesn't have all the right connotations for the NotPirates.
"But everybody does Tifa!" Stacy complained.
"Wouldn't that just mean she's obligatory to try at least once?" I tried.
"No!" she huffed. "Why are you so intent on this? You don't even like that game."
"Because, Stace, my dearest love, she wears real clothes. With, y'know, actual fabric and substance to them."
"I still have that Naga costume, you know," she threatened
"Tachibana Mizuki is fine," I said meekly, and we both laughed.
"But seriously, what's one you'd like? It's your turn."
I refrained from pointing out that my putting on a costume at all was entirely for her benefit, since she couldn't really wear her own work in public anymore. "Seriously? Fujimura Shizuru is cool."
She was standing behind me and putting my hair up to go under the wig, so I couldn't see her face, but she sounded like she was frowning thoughtfully. "Mm... Crazy brown-haired lesbian with a naginata and an orochi?"
"No, that's Fujino Shizuru, from Mai-Hime. I'm thinking of the black-haired robot pilot from Godannar."
"That's the one with the married couple and the flirty mechanics and the service-shot every thirty seconds?"
"That's the one."
"Mmmm," she hummed tunelessly as she put the last couple of pins in to hold the braid in place. "You'd want her uniform rather than the pilot suit, right? Shake."
"Yep." I snapped my head back and forth, trying to dislodge the arrangement. It didn't budge. "'S good."
"It's a deal," she said, and then came around in front of me with her hands full of yet more bobby pins and dropped the blonde wig on my head. I had to smile; she was cute any time, but the way she was trying to frame her view without dropping anything was hilarious, especially given how it contrasted with both the backless top that had started as a t-shirt with a Dawn of War Ork on it saying 'Oh! Fresh meat! I can make so many improvements!' and the Dr. Octopus effect as her other arms tugged the wig this way and that, trying to get it placed properly. "So?" she asked as she stepped in to put the pins in.
That knocked me out of my trance. "Huh?" I asked.
"You've been all frowning and thoughtful almost since we got here. What's on your mind?"
"I talked to one of the organisers, the SOS-dan."
"And?" she prompted teasingly.
I told her what Nagato had said, in as much detail as I could remember. Stace and I were partners in every sense of the word - she had to know before I could do anything.
"And you don't think she's just some crazy off the street, do you?"
I shook my head.
My girlfriend thought it over, not with the slight frown she got when she was just distracted over something but the blank, almost glassy look that happened when her full attention had gone elsewhere. After a couple of moments she came back to the real world and her eyes focused on mine. "Are the raiders really that bad?"
Our 'silent partner' paid their share in information, and I mostly read through it while Stace was doing the business paperwork. The rest of the time she was rarely bored enough to do more than glance over the summaries. "If anything they're worse. There've been more and more prospecting and ice miner outfits hit, and hit bad - wiped out, mostly. Hidden Asteroid has been keeping it close under their hat, but they lost the team they'd sent to investigate the raiding that'd been done around Jupiter. It's only a matter of time until they carry off a factory or something and then they're in serious business."
"They've been wrong before," she said, though not like she didn't think they were this time.
"They think, Pirates think, Asteroid thinks, Phobos thinks. These guys are organised and they're not just in it for the kicks. And there are signs, a lot of them, that 'Danelaw criminal organisations are mixed up in it up to their armpits."
"That's not good," she understated.
Being bounced.
Ta for now, -n
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"
"But everybody does Tifa!" Stacy complained.
"Wouldn't that just mean she's obligatory to try at least once?" I tried.
"No!" she huffed. "Why are you so intent on this? You don't even like that game."
"Because, Stace, my dearest love, she wears real clothes. With, y'know, actual fabric and substance to them."
"I still have that Naga costume, you know," she threatened
"Tachibana Mizuki is fine," I said meekly, and we both laughed.
"But seriously, what's one you'd like? It's your turn."
I refrained from pointing out that my putting on a costume at all was entirely for her benefit, since she couldn't really wear her own work in public anymore. "Seriously? Fujimura Shizuru is cool."
She was standing behind me and putting my hair up to go under the wig, so I couldn't see her face, but she sounded like she was frowning thoughtfully. "Mm... Crazy brown-haired lesbian with a naginata and an orochi?"
"No, that's Fujino Shizuru, from Mai-Hime. I'm thinking of the black-haired robot pilot from Godannar."
"That's the one with the married couple and the flirty mechanics and the service-shot every thirty seconds?"
"That's the one."
"Mmmm," she hummed tunelessly as she put the last couple of pins in to hold the braid in place. "You'd want her uniform rather than the pilot suit, right? Shake."
"Yep." I snapped my head back and forth, trying to dislodge the arrangement. It didn't budge. "'S good."
"It's a deal," she said, and then came around in front of me with her hands full of yet more bobby pins and dropped the blonde wig on my head. I had to smile; she was cute any time, but the way she was trying to frame her view without dropping anything was hilarious, especially given how it contrasted with both the backless top that had started as a t-shirt with a Dawn of War Ork on it saying 'Oh! Fresh meat! I can make so many improvements!' and the Dr. Octopus effect as her other arms tugged the wig this way and that, trying to get it placed properly. "So?" she asked as she stepped in to put the pins in.
That knocked me out of my trance. "Huh?" I asked.
"You've been all frowning and thoughtful almost since we got here. What's on your mind?"
"I talked to one of the organisers, the SOS-dan."
"And?" she prompted teasingly.
I told her what Nagato had said, in as much detail as I could remember. Stace and I were partners in every sense of the word - she had to know before I could do anything.
"And you don't think she's just some crazy off the street, do you?"
I shook my head.
My girlfriend thought it over, not with the slight frown she got when she was just distracted over something but the blank, almost glassy look that happened when her full attention had gone elsewhere. After a couple of moments she came back to the real world and her eyes focused on mine. "Are the raiders really that bad?"
Our 'silent partner' paid their share in information, and I mostly read through it while Stace was doing the business paperwork. The rest of the time she was rarely bored enough to do more than glance over the summaries. "If anything they're worse. There've been more and more prospecting and ice miner outfits hit, and hit bad - wiped out, mostly. Hidden Asteroid has been keeping it close under their hat, but they lost the team they'd sent to investigate the raiding that'd been done around Jupiter. It's only a matter of time until they carry off a factory or something and then they're in serious business."
"They've been wrong before," she said, though not like she didn't think they were this time.
"They think, Pirates think, Asteroid thinks, Phobos thinks. These guys are organised and they're not just in it for the kicks. And there are signs, a lot of them, that 'Danelaw criminal organisations are mixed up in it up to their armpits."
"That's not good," she understated.
Being bounced.
Ta for now, -n
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"