ic fmk: sing edition

[singhelpers]

Fuck (kiss), marry, or kill


— post your a toplevel for your character or throw three people's names out into the ether
— decide which one your character would like to fuck (or hug for the wee ones), marry, or kill
— respond appropriately
— shenanigans ensue

Comments

[fidior]

.........Marry.

I apologise.......

[ None of this is appropriate..... And he has to go lie down now. For several reasons. ]

[pacificator]

[ ........ ]

[pacificator]

Bet that wasn't your first answer, was it, Little?


[ Out here telling everyone he'd pick 'marry'... how come she's the one who got so much hemming and hawing beforehand? ]

[fidior]

[ STOP!!!!! ]









I........ am sure I don't know what you mean. Miss Earp.

[pacificator]

And here I thought you were an honest man, Lieutenant.

[fidior]

[ Rare that Wynonna calls him "Lieutenant".... ]

I— assure you, there is nothing dishonest to my words, Miss Earp.

[pacificator]

Yeah, there never is.

[ Although they were a lot less filtered after a few fingers of bourbon. Might be time to break that bottle out again. ]

But, boy, you had a really hard time getting those ones out earlier, huh?

[fidior]

All of this is very..... different. Very difficult.

...I suppose others do not struggle with it as much, however. I must admit I feel quite out of place with it.

[pacificator]

What, never talked about the girls back home with the other guys on the ship?

C’mon, Little. What’s the worst that could happen if you let yourself have a little fun?

[fidior]

Senior officers are not... encouraged to pursue such things. Some men may speak wistfully of them, but I felt it better to remain as devoted to my service as I was meant to be.

[ He couldn't be more unfun.... ]

"Fun" is.... distracting, isn't it? I could not be as efficient if I were indulging in frivolous things....

[pacificator]

If a breakdown in naval decorum is the worst that might happen if you enjoy yourself, I think we can handle the fallout.

You didn’t just appear fully-formed as a senior officer. Pretty sure there’s a man under that sexless greatcoat. You should try letting him out sometime.

[fidior]

[ sexless greatcoat

....But okay. Actually. This is a discomfort that's been on his mind, more and more and more. He doesn't know how to.... be, here. ]

A man who should do what, exactly? Behave like a ruffian all over the place?

[pacificator]

Why, you think you could be a ruffian?

[ She has serious doubts about that, but it's kind of an entertaining thought, picturing him making the attempt. ]

You'd probably hate it, but I'm willing to see how it goes.

[fidior]

[ He actually laughs at that, even if softly, and even if it comes after so many nerves tightly wound up within him, a little bit strained. ]

I'm certain I could pull off such a challenge as well as you keeping to order for more than five minutes, Miss Earp.

[pacificator]

Please, I can manage at least ten minutes. If no one's pissing me off.

[ But she's laughing, too, arching her eyebrows in an okay, let's play this out expression. ]

But I'll take that bet. You be the ruffian, I'll be the Lieutenant, and we'll see who cracks first. Let me have your cap, I've got a patrol to go on, and you've got some doors to break down and people to flirt with.