PWD #11: Milked
Milked
Summary: Ygraine takes some time out of her busy schedule to mess with Zander. Milking Ensues.
Date: 24/12/2012 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Ygraine Zander 
Raptor Squadron
The berthings for the Orion's Air Wing are the same as what one would find on any other Mercury-class Battlestar, though they are distinctly different from the rest of the bunks on the ship. These bunks are separated not into sections of sixty, but by squadron. That means that there is a little more room to move around with only twenty to twenty-five pilots in one bunkhouse. Some officers have brought a small rug to sit in front of their bunks, but the tables and chairs are standard military issue. At the rear is a small couch that was probably new when the ship left anchorage and seems to have been kept carefully clean. The crest of the Gentlemen Ghosts has been painted onto the wall behind the couch, as well.
December 24, 2004

A few hours after her mission, and burning off some of her steam from it. That involves being down to her skivvies, with earbuds in her ears as she dances around. "Before I met you I missed you so bad, I missed you so bad, I missed you so so bad," she sings, oblivious to anyone else being around or bothered.

Oblivious may happen to be Zander's middle name. He's been in the same exact spot for the last few hours… the couch. He's stretched out in his off-duty wear and his eyes are practically glued to the portable gaming system in his hands right now. His thumbs are working overtime, as per the usual, which means that he's likely winning. Not to mention the fact that he looks focused and not angry. Another clue. "Frak off me." is muttered as the avatar on the game screen hurls fireballs at the already bleeding computer's character. Annnnnd cue the Seated Victory Jig.

It fially occurs to Yggy to look around, and - oh, there's Buttons. So of course she must be mean to him. Prancing over, she puts a had on the top of his console and gives a tug. "You eaten?" she asks. "You showered?"

"Pause." comes from Zander's lips, while his thumb pauses the game and he pulls it away from prying hands. Eyes immediately go up to Yggy and he cracks a smirk at her. "I'm just tryin' to finish up this new game. Shower ain't goin' nowhere." Zander explains himself, before leaning to the side and revealing a pile of wrappers from various horrible junk food snacks.

Ygraine wriggles her nose and doesn't let go of the console, though she does let him pull it toward himself. "You stink." she says. She's just showered, but she's also been in a flight suit for hours. And he might not actually stink, but messing with Buttons is fun. "Go shower. I'll keep your console safe. I might even get you something from the mess."

"Hey! Hey! Hands off!" There is more tugging that comes with the battle of the console at this point. It is very clear that Buttons is not about to just give up his system to any hands. That is not part of his flight plan. "I'm odor-free. I've been sittin' here for hours. Like this." He uses his one free hand to indicate his off-duty attire. "Some of us, though, may need to take another run at the nearest bar of soap." He wrinkles his own nose in retaliation. It's not him!

"I smell just fine." The freckled faced ensign sticks her tongue out at him. "How do you stay in shape, sitting on your ass all day anyway, Buttons?" She clambers onto the couch next to him, folding her arms over her chest and looking at him expectantly.

"I find many ways to Level Up." Zander replies with a shrug, even though he's kind of looking at the game again at this point. His thumbs are all over the buttons on the console again. But he does let his eyes go up to Yggy every now and again. "Besides, it's not about stayin' in shape. It's about winning the game. And, if I'm not mistaken, that's all I do. All day every day." He grins and pulls off a finishing move on the game and spins the console around to show the screen of victory to Yggy. "I win."

"That's a video game. What about real life?" she counters. "I got to go on a mission today and actually help make custom adjustments to the sensor suite for it. I'd say, I win." She grins at him.

"Ummm. You had to do work. While I got to chillax to the maximum. Yeah, I'll take that loss all day long." Zander just flips the game back around to himself and gives it a spin in his hand. He powers it down and slides it into his pocket. "How was it out there, though? All quiet on the home front?"

She cocks her head. "If you didn't want to do what we do, why did you go to flight school in the first place? If this was just a job to you, shouldn't you just have enlisted?"

"I love what we do. Let's just leave it at that." Buttons is shrugging this off at this point, clearly just wanting to bypass the trip down whatever lane of memory that this is probably going to be headed. "Anyway. Why the sudden interest in my world? I ain't botherin' nobody. Never do."

"I could not talk to you, if you'd rather?" she says. "I mean, if you'd rather just sit by yourself all the time never talking to anybody. Tell the new DCAG that's how you roll, I'll be that goes real well." She grins.

"You're certainly very combative." Buttons just kinda' offers another shrug. "Look. I turned the game off for you. Everybody doesn't get that treatment. You're supposed to be feeling special or something at this point." There's a smile cracked at this point, since he considers that to be something of a major feat for himself.

"I prefer to think of it as aggressive." she replies airily, and then makes her eyes go wide and ardent as she mock-coos, "Oh, Buttons - you're actually talking to me! I might expire from the wonder of it all!"

Buttons actually laughs at this moment. "Hilarious. I'll take those points, though. I need to rack some up for this coming week anyway." Zander leans back against the sofa and gets a bit more comfortable, leaning his head on the back of it and peering in Yggy's direction. "Just so you know, though, I'm all about this, okay? When you guys need me? I'll be there. Believe that." Rare Serious Moment from Zander.

Ygraine grins. "I'm an ECO too, you know. Worry about the pilots. They're the ones who need us."

"I meant all of you. Everyone. This whole ship." Buttons gives a wave of his hand, figuring that he's probably said too much. Or too little. He's not good at this whole interacting with people in a real life. It's just not his bag. "Nevermind. I don't even know what I'm tryin' to say. Nix it." And then he's going back into his pocket to grab for his game.

Ygraine shakes her head. "Seriously," she giggles. "How did you pass psych eval?" But she gets up from the couch cheerfully enough.

"… No idea." is mostly muttered to himself, as he clicks his game back on. His eyes are forced down and focused on the game, watching as it loads. Eyes glossing over for the moment, as if he's going into something of a mental flashback mode or something. "No frakkin' idea." Maybe he /is/ crazy. Apparently, nobody on this damn thing gets him anyway. Maybe this whole thing was a damn mistake.

Too late now! She looks over her shoulder. "Buttons, we're on this tin can for eighteen months. Try to, you know, get down to Piraeus, get some fresh air, and you know…interact with real people, kay?"

"No promises." Although, now this is where Zander is starting to ponder the possibilities of some real time adventures down on Piraeus. Granted, there might be something actual to this interacting with real people thing. Hm. "Unless, y'know, you plan on dragging me down there kicking and screaming. I could probably get behind it that." That's not flirting. Honest. Is it? No!

Ygraine lets out a laugh. "I'm sure between me and Convict and Jailbait, I'm sure we can get you down there. Oh hey, we could go see if there are any raptors are going down to Sheridan and hit Checkpoint Charlie's."

"I'm in." Buttons actually looks up with something close to a smile on his face. He's not exactly smiling at her, as much as he's smiling at the thought of actually going down there. Surrounded by so many… yeah, this is going to be a good idea. "But if I get bored, the game's comin' out." Looks like he's expecting to be rightly entertained or something.

"What do you do when you're on CAP and it's boring?" she asks, curious.

"Think." Zander responds pretty quickly, even though he's got some attention on the game right now. He's only lightly playing, since he's having a conversation at the same time. "Sometimes I just kinda' design stuff in my head. But mostly I just think about my parents."

"What about your parents?" She turns again, this time facing him once more, and settles back down on the couch.

"I ain't exactly leave on the best terms." Zander is just letting the information out now. Mostly because he's just too busy paying attention to the video game and not what he's saying. "So I just kinda' wonder how they are. Stuff like that. Whatever." He's already shrugging off this real line of questioning.

"Too bad you can't write. I mean, you could, but it'll take a while to get to them. And it'll be heavily censored. What happened?"

"I'm hard headed, basically. I wanted to do one thing, my father wouldn't let me. So it just kinda' snowballed from there." Zander shrugs a bit. "Until I ended up here. Which, I gotta' admit, I love it here. But it ain't exactly home."

"Well you want to know what I'd be doing if I was home?" she asks, and answers the question without waiting for him to reply. "I'd be milking cows and probably married and have at least one, if not two babies."

There's a little bit of a laugh that comes from Zander. "That farm life, eh? Not exactly the most exciting life." He almost sounds like he's just agreeing with the thought of not being there. "How hard is it to milk a cow, anyway? It looks insane."

"Well, I been milking cows since I was old enough to let my feet touch the ground when sitting on a milking stool." Ygraine admits. "So to me, it's the easiest thing in the world. It just takes practice." She holds up her hands and makes milking motions. It's kinda dirty looking, admittedly.

Zander is actually engrossed in watching these milking motions at this exact moment. Which actually means that his character on the video game is dead. And it's not until he hears the character die does he get snapped out of it. "You and me ain't that different. I been gamin' 'bout the same time. Practice makes perfect, doesn't it?" He's still a bit smirky about her milking motions.

Ygraine smirks at that. "Oh, I reckon I could learn to game faster than you could learn to milk a cow."

"That's because I'd be an awesome teacher. Also, there's no frakkin' way I'm gonna' be doin' what you did. I can barely interact with people. Animals are way out of my league." Plus, he's just not trying to look like an idiot with the crazy hand movements.

"I think you'd be more scared of the cows than they'd be of you." Yggy suspects with a chuckle.

"Agreed." Buttons knows his limits and that's definitely one of them. "I ain't messin' with no animals. You can go ahead and have the win on this one. High Score for you."

Ygraine chuckles. "Alright, I guess. So speaking of animals, have you heard about the dog-bear on Piraeus? I haven't seen one yet but I've heard about 'em from a ton of people."

"Uh-oh. Sounds like we'll be goin' on an adventure." The game he's playing gets paused and he's looking up at Yggy just as fast as he can. He's even got this smile on his face. "You wanna' hunt one down, don't you?" Even if she doesn't, he's probably already plotting.

Ygraine grins. "Well, I can manage in the woods real good on my own real good, but I don't know about hunting it! I do kind of wonder how it would taste."

"I say we do it. Let's get a squad together and see if we can find this thing. Even if we don't eat it… we can still track it down. Could be fun." Sounds like Zander's ready and willing to jump at this real world chance!

Ygraine grins. "We'll see. It's a good plan, though." She rises. "Alright. Time for me to get some racktime for realzies. You be good, Buttons."

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