[ open log with york ]

[neverknocks]

who. agent york and YOU!!
what. fightin' adjutants and tryin' to survive during the event
where. anywhere in zeta district
when. all during the event -- friday, saturday, and sunday!
warnings. violence, probably!

[ Well, there's one thing York can say for Omega so far, and that's that the place is never boring. At Sacrosanct, things could go quiet and dull for weeks on end, but here, there's always something going on. And while she'd rather it were something a little less deadly, she'll take what she can get.

She has to be careful here, because there aren't any teleporters they'll pop back out from if they die. Here, they've only got one life. So she's being about as careful as she can stand to be, always leaving the apartment clad in full armor and well-armed. She doesn't know how many of these things there are roaming around out here, but there are plenty to kill, that's for sure. Besides which, she knows there have to be folks out there who can't defend themselves -- and okay, York doesn't really consider herself a hero or anything, but she figures as long as she's out here shooting these things she might as well be doing some good.

She can be found around the district at varying points over the weekend, either keeping the adjutants from getting too close to her and Wash's apartment, or venturing out to other areas to do a little pest control. She'll be happy to temporarily team up with anyone else out shooting adjutants, and to save anyone who might need it -- or if your character is more the type to do the saving, feel free. York needs her ass saved once in a while, too. ]

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[neverknocks]

[ She snorts, shaking her head, and she flops down on the couch with her beer, crossing one leg over the other. ]

C'mon, like I'd forget your birthday? Gimme some credit, man.

[ Of course, it's not like he has to ask how she knows, even if he might be certain he's never told her before. He knows. ]

wow nearly tagged this with aria. HEY YORK HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT A HOT ALIEN ROOMMATE

[articletwelve]

Yeah, yeah.

[ That's a can of worms he's not all that keen to open, and he's sure she isn't, either. He settles for smiling back at her and reaching to put his things on the table.

Of course, then he catches sight of the cat, and Wash just shakes his head, heading over to scratch under her chin. ]

I see she got you too.

that depends, does the hot alien roommate make not shitty coffee

[neverknocks]

Hey, I figured the cat should get to party, too.

[ york doesn't look even a little bit sorry ]

Look, I know you're not one for big parties or whatever, but I figured you might appreciate a quiet night at home. Y'know, something relaxing.

bitch pls aria doesn't make her own coffee

[articletwelve]

Uh huh.

[ yeah he's not buying that :'| ]

Oh well. Guess it's her birthday too.

[ But all things considered, he's not that bothered. He joins her on the couch and settles into the cushions, not surprised in the least that Rainier promptly decides to claim his lap. This is just fine by him. ]

We having dinner too?

EVEN BETTER

[neverknocks]

[ She actually snorts at that. Come on, Wash, like you even have to ask. ]

'Course we are. Order-in, though, 'cause that kitchen's not exactly well-equipped at the moment.

[ She gives him a lopsided grin, crossing her legs on the couch. ]

Hope that's okay with you.

[articletwelve]

Hey, so long as I don't have to cook, I'm good.

[ Wash flicks his omni-tool on and puts in an order for sushi -- might as well go for something nice if they're celebrating. ]

Think I'll go with sushi. You want that, or something else?

[neverknocks]

Hey, sushi sounds find to me. You're the birthday boy, after all.

[ And, just to be obnoxious, she actually reaches over and tousles his hair. ]

[articletwelve]

I-- hey!

[ Wash makes a face and tries to wriggle out of the way, but the cat in his lap makes that difficult at best. He scowls at her out of habit more than anything else and orders some for her, too, before closing it back off. ]

Remind me why I wanted to live with you again?

[neverknocks]

'Cause you can't live without me.

[ She gives him the most outrageous grin, smug and cheeky, and tips back some more of her beer. ]

And 'cause nobody else is gonna put a party hat on your cat.

[articletwelve]

Please. Like I'd let anyone else near my cat.

[ Wash scratches under Rainier's chin affectionately, though the cat doesn't have too much interest in him past the warmth of his lap. ]

And what would you do without me, huh?

[neverknocks]

Rent out your room, probably.

[ It's a typical York response -- flippant and noncommittal, barely serious. She settles a little more into the couch, half-slouching, but she's comfortable, sprawled out next to Wash. ]

[articletwelve]

You're so full of shit.

[ And because he is the picture of maturity himself, Wash rolls his eyes at her. ]

You'd miss me. Come on.

[neverknocks]

[ York rolls her eyes right back at him. ]

Hey, what's with the sudden feelings parade, huh? Don't be an asshole.

[ She gives him a light shove before she settles back into the couch, drawing her legs up against her chest. ]

'Course I'd miss you, jackass.

[articletwelve]

Hey, someone's got to keep you from getting a big head.

[ Wash grins at her, though, and strokes under Rainier's chin just to have her rub against his hand. ]

So what're we doing tonight? You want to watch a movie, or what?

[neverknocks]

Hey, you're the birthday boy. You say movie, I say which one.

[ Well, in theory. She gives him a sheepish half-grin. ]

'Course, this isn't Sacrosanct, and we don't exactly have our usual stash here. But I did do some hunting around, and I picked us up one of the local vids -- it's some sorta action flick, looked promising. Blasto, or something.

[articletwelve]

Blasto?

[ Wash can't help but snort, putting his feet up on the table. He can't help that he's tall, okay; their couch isn't that big. He lets Rainier settle down and sticks his hands behind his head, ready to relax. ]

Sure, why not. I can't even imagine what kind of stuff they have here.

[neverknocks]

[ York picks up the vid case on the coffee table, reading off the back of it. ]

"Blasto, the dashing, debonair hanar Spectre and asari-killer, returns in this thrilling installment in the galactically acclaimed series of films. Framed for the murder of a salarian dalatrass whom he had taken for his lover, Blasto must simultaneously prove his innocence and avenge his paramour's death, while also dealing with the rekindled affections of his fellow agent Althaia L'dana. With a lover in every port and a gun in every tentacle, Blasto: Murder on Sur'Kesh is sure to thrill audiences from every corner of the galaxy."

Jesus. Sounds like a real piece of work.

[articletwelve]

[ The only way to describe Wash's expression is as "what the fuck did I just hear." ]

And we're going to watch this.

[neverknocks]

'Course we are.

[ York grins and pops the vid in, sitting back on the couch with Wash. Their food hasn't arrived yet, but there's still time for that. For now, they can enjoy the...totally bizarre opening sequence to the film, which mainly seems to consist of a hanar shooting a bunch of improbably posed guns while a bunch of asari in tight clothing posed sexily and dangerously around him. ]

[articletwelve]

[ Wash spends most of the opening sequence in wide-eyed disbelief that this isn't actually a comedy, given how absurd it looks. Sure, he knows spy movies are a genre unto themselves, but this is just... indescribeable.

At least, until the lead shows up. Wash leans forward enough to peer down at the cover of the vid, then back up at the screen, and... yeah, that alien with tentacles is definitely Blasto.

In bed with another alien. ]

...I see you forgot to mention the tentacle porn.

[neverknocks]

...Yeah, so did the turian who sold it to me.

[ York's eyebrows shoot up, but she's still pretty amused, nonetheless. ]

-- Hey, shouldn't we be eating sushi by now? What's the hold up?

[articletwelve]

[ Wash snorts, but he'll leave his thoughts on the movie for another time. ]

...Good question.

[ He opens up his omni-tool, looking to see if there's supposed to be a delay on it, but nothing out of the ordinary shows up. ]

The order's still in the system. Maybe they're just late on deliveries.

[neverknocks]

I'm just sayin', any place with Express in its name damn well better deliver on time

[ York activates her omni-tool and swipes through the menus, frowning. ]

Gimme a sec. I'll call 'em up.

[articletwelve]

I'll take them over the robots.

[ Wash keeps his attention on the vid, which has progressed to an implausible fight scene. How the hanar is holding guns in that many tentacles and still walking, he's honestly not sure. ]

[neverknocks]

Hey, at least when the drones said "five minutes or less", they meant it.

[ She's not all that serious, but her face quickly dims, brow knitting, as the call ends before anyone picks up. She tries again, but before it has a chance to ring out, the line goes dead altogether. ]

Man, what the hell? They better not be screening calls from paying customers, 'cause I'm tellin' you --