FissionMailed

[Nearly a year and five months later, United States Marine Corps Corporal Simon Barton found himself still here in the nexus. Still amongst the motley bunch of soldiers, spies, officials, children, and ... well, robots of all shapes and sizes. Vivid in almost every sense of the word, it would take a bit much to stand out in this crowd. And maybe that's why he's in the first floor lobby, doing just that.

To establish an identity amongst the masses.

To be remembered within those of this enclosed societal simulation.

And most of all...


...to stand buck-ass nekkid with his arms wide open. Just what in the hell was the reason for this stunt? Only the wangdangulous one knew.]

[The building hasn't seen much of this particular pantsless soldier around. In fact, he's been "lying" low after the whole spa fiasco months ago. Rosemary probably didn't want him as a bodyguard(and if he had known all that happened to her in his absence, he'd be fired anyway!), and Grace never seemed to be in the apartment the same time as he was lately. The marine trodded around the hallways, simply adventuring into various theme rooms and lounges just for the hell of it. Plus, it was a good way to dodge the Commandant and his emotionally-charged railgun toting daughter! What a mess that family was... but at least the daughter had curves all in the right places! Cute hair too, kinda similar to the woman ahead in the hall. While his distance from the female left her as a silhouette in the rather dim lit corridor; the short skirted, shapely physique was easy on the eyes. Even better, she seemed to have some object grasped in her left hand while she staggered onward, bumping into an adjacent wall every-other-step. A smirk overcame him.] ...hah, she's drunk. Which means this chick's a party girl! I can't just leave her by her lonesome, though...

*ahem!*
[Rolling up his sleeves in an effort to show off more muscle look presentable, the soldier strolled up to the woman with his own cool swagger. A brawny arm was thrown over the figure's shoulders, for added alluring effect! But before he could even throw in a crafty "wangdangulous" comment in introduction, the woman slumped onto him in a lazy "snuggle" of sorts... embracing a slobbered "kiss" on his neck!]

W-whoa-ho-ho-whoa! [He grinned at how quick this worked out! Especially since the woman didn't seem to mind his hand taking an overly friendly grope grasp caress upon her hindquarters under her skirt! This guy works fast, but this woman had some pretty questionably seductive moves of her own! As her legs arose to a cling around his waist, the corporal felt a scrape of "sharper than normal" teeth upon his neck! Not in a seductive manner like that gothy Vampire woman he met, but... actually *painful*! Simon attempted to nudge her back, but those crafty legs kept firm around his hips! As he stumbled around in desperation, the woman was forcibly banged in a clumsy slip of the heel against the opposing wall's mounted extinguisher... and fell to the floor in an unmoving heap. The soldier stumbled backward to the otherside, clutching his neck in panic.]

...what the...!? Ohshitohshitohshitttt... I think I knocked her unconscious by accident! [A boot tip tapped against the fallen body's shoulder gently, with no response.] Augh... damnit, she's really out cold! [He wiped a bit more blood and saliva from his neck, flinging it off to the side.]

This is not happening... this is NOT happening... [sighs] Okay, okay... wait here, alright? I'm gonna seek help, or at least a first-aid kit, okay? Don't try to... move. [facepalm. "She's already out cold, stupid. She ain't moving anytime soon."]

[In an uncharacteristic act of unperverted chivalry for him as of late, the soldier headed down the hall quickly to find help. And maybe some rubbing alcohol to disinfect a suddenly "itchy hickey" on his neck...]


((The pantless one is scrambling down the hallway looking for medical supplies or a doctor. If you encounter him, feel free to assist, notice his 'hickey', or even comment on why he's still pantsless! Yay, boredom resolved!))

[Some people rest in a "pharaoh"-like position. Others upon their chest. Heck, some even lie sprawled out like they fell from a building.
The latter wasn't too far from depiction of our hero. You see, this particular "gentleman" was left "squiggled out" upon his back on the floor, completely pantsless naked and muttering incoherently in his sleep. Had it not been for a sudden fall of a pillow from the dormitory bed's mattress, he might have finished that dream about wandering in a ghost town looking for a poor little injured girl that he rescued. Maybe another time....... For now, he had to figure out why there was a passed out woman's leg sticking out from beneath the sheets of his bed. It wasn't paled like the sleek black haired woman... and considering how things went at the spa, he doubted it could've been any of the women there. So that just leaves...]

Peanut Butter Girl---errr, Grace!! [facepalms!] ...wow... we... I...

hmm.......


((for just_a_tuna; but codec calls welcome, haha.))