Continuation of the Salvage Yard Plotline.
The jet is now finished and Dave and Mark take it for a test run which is a success. They all have something to eat and it seems that Josie and Dave have a crush on one another. Tasha and Mark however find the two annoying as they act as if they are superior. Call signs are chosen as is a name for the jet, and later that evening when Dave finds Mark and Tasha missing, he insists they look for them, though the two kats aren’t in danger they are just out on the roof but find Josie and Dave amusing.
<Josie_Lyons> 3 RPG on, keepin’ it green.
<Dave_Santo> ((What say we skip the weeks to make a jet and fwee to when it’s made))
<Josie_Lyons> ::sooooo lots of time has passed mun assumes. that sounds good to me!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::works for me!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::prolly been about maybe three months?::
<Tasha_Forge> ::That sounds good to me!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::the yard building is spotless top to bottom now, everything’s been organized months ago. if we know about the hangar, it too is finally cleaned and organized.:;
<Dave_Santo> ::slams the final panel down on the jet, in the old Megawar hanger they probably found since it’d take months to dig on out:: Done!
<Mark_Sulfur> ::is working on the computer system, perks his ears. Turns to look;: Last piece? Really?
<Tasha_Forge> Really? ::looking up from some car part she’s working on down there::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::helped with some pieces, then got more focused on the computers::
<Dave_Santo> ::wipes his brow and sighs:: Should be… Put a drop of fuel in and see if it fires up. ::pauses:: And I mean that in a goodway
<Josie_Lyons> ::she’s not as technical savvy as the others XD Dave prolly showed her simple things for taking care of cars and all, but she hasn’t done anything really with the jet. comes downstairs after sending the last customer off with their repaired car. closing time woo! carrying a six pack of cans o’ milk::
<Josie_Lyons> Fire it up? The jet’s ready? ::walks over to the group::
<Tasha_Forge> He says so anyway. ::laughs:: should I get the fire extinguisher ready?
<Mark_Sulfur> Apparently. ::goes get the fuel hose::
<Dave_Santo> Here’s hoping, Josie ::smiles and takes a can:: Thank you kindly… ::smirks at Tasha:: You won’t be saying that when we’re on the way back while you’re still in traffic
<Josie_Lyons> ::sets the cans aside, taking one off for Dave and goes to look at the jet:: I can’t believe you all actually did it. ::getting along with everyone okay, though is still miss cleanly rules master -g- and reminds them of their other responsibilities and all. does a lot of covering for the rest as her part in things. smiles at Dave:: You’re welcome.
<Tasha_Forge> Hey I like my feet on the ground. ::Taking a can and opening it up to drink:: It looks good. Real good, Davey boy.
<Mark_Sulfur> You really outdid yourself.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::starts fueling;;
<Josie_Lyons> So… who’s flying it first then? Tasha’s too chicken and I know nothing of flying, so it has to be you two.
<Josie_Lyons> ::pointing to Dave ‘n Mark::
<Dave_Santo> ::light blush but shakes it off before anyone sees, is crushing on Miss Cleanly Rules Master… walks over and gets in the cockpit:: For safey sakes, everyone else should clear the area for the first full test… ::glares at Tasha:: And quit calling me Davey boy.
<Josie_Lyons> ::nods. takes Dave’s can and backs off out of the area::
<Dave_Santo> I have flight training so I guess that means your the gunner Mark ::sips his milk and puts it in the cup holder::
<Dave_Santo> ::hands it to Josie then ^^::
<Josie_Lyons> ::that’s right, no milk in the jet! will lecture you on “what if it spills” -g-::
<Mark_Sulfur> Lucky me. ::finishes fueling::
<Tasha_Forge> Sure thing…..davey boy. ::smirks:: Careful up there mark. You’re closer to the fuel tank. ::grins::
<Dave_Santo> Relax… it means you get to unlease your hostilates in a more constructive way. Just the next time you fell like hitting a enforcer, make sure you don’t…
<Josie_Lyons> Stop that, you’ll make them both nervous. ::watches::
<Dave_Santo> Okay everyone watch on the secrity cameras in the hazard room
<Josie_Lyons> We have to go that far? ::sighs. sets Dave’s can down then heads off to said room:: Good luck you two! ::waves and exits in thar::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Laughs, taking her can and waves:: :Careful guys. ::will go with Josie to watch!:: The boys go play while the girls are stuck in the building. ::smirks::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::snorks, gets into the gunner’s seat:: Alright… turning on all systems.
<Josie_Lyons> ::smiles at that:: Yeah well… if I could fly, I’d be Dave’s gunner. ::looking through monitor with an almost dreamy expression.::
<Dave_Santo> ::goes through the checks, smiles:: Well the electroics work anyway… Okay straped in mark? ::puts on the belts::
<Mark_Sulfur> All set. And, all systems go, it appears.
<Mark_Sulfur> Whatever needs to be fixed, I’ll take care of it.
<Tasha_Forge> ::grins:: You like him, don’t you?
<Dave_Santo> What if it’s a ruptrud fuel line ::smirks knoing if it was that there would be no way of ixing it:: Okay… firing main engine… 10… 9…. 8… 7… 6… -…4…3…2…
<Mark_Sulfur> <Main Engine> ::turns on… then sputters off::
<Dave_Santo> … ::frowns and growls:: I order you to start… ::hits the button again::
<Josie_Lyons> Hmm? Well of course I do I mean ::slight blush now realzing meaning of Tasha’s “like”:: I like… all of you, despite your shortcomings… ::looks away to the monitor::
<Tasha_Forge> Uh huh…::chuckles:: I think you like him more than that.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Main Engine> ::sputtersputterPFF!:: <Mark> ::clucks his tongue:: Yyyyyyeah.
<Josie_Lyons> Oh just stop it. ::hears the engines not doing right:: Seems like this fuel test is a failure. ::changing subject XD::
<Dave_Santo> ::rubs his temples:: I don’t understand… all the systems read okay
<Tasha_Forge> ::shaking head, will get on the mic to the boys:: Dave. Try giving it a bit of gas, not much, just a bit then try to fire it. its gotta get the gas in the lines good before it’ll fire.
<Mark_Sulfur> Huh… ::leaps out of the jet and goes try that::
<Dave_Santo> ::frowns:: It has fuel in it
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Dave>::fires jet:: <Mark>::still behind it. blasted! blackened fur and hair now:: … you could’ve waited until I moved…))
<Tasha_Forge> I know it has fuel IN it. Just…trust me. I don’t know aircraft but I know engines. She just needs primed up good.
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!))
<Dave_Santo> ((::DIES A DEATH!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::removes some of the fuel out::
<Dave_Santo> … Get back in and we’ll try it again Mark
<Tasha_Forge> Don’t flood it either. You’ll have heck getting it fired up then.
<Mark_Sulfur> Gotcha. ::to Tasha, then climbs into the cockpit again:: Alright. Systems indicate low fuel for now. So try it now.
<Tasha_Forge> You can refuel once the fuel is actually in the lines. You just gotta get something in there. Its in the tank, not the lines.
<Dave_Santo> … ::puts his hands together and trys again:: 10…9…8..7…6…-…4…3…2…1!
<Mark_Sulfur> <Engine> ::comes to life::
<Josie_Lyons> Horray! ::smiles and claps in the room::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Grins proudly:: Alright!
<Dave_Santo> ::not celebrating… focues on checking the read outs and bringing it down::
<Mark_Sulfur> :lets out a small breath: That works.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::checking on the systems, too:
<Dave_Santo> Next up, I say we suit up and see if we get off the ground
<Josie_Lyons> ::on the mic:: What? Now?
<Tasha_Forge> Might as wells. see if this baby works!
<Mark_Sulfur> ::arches a brow at Dave:: You really wanna take her on her first flight so soon?
<Dave_Santo> Yes, we need to see if we have enough lift and it will test the hangers entrance… Who’s job was it to get jumpsuits?
<Josie_Lyons> Er, mine. ::hurries out of the hazard room::
<Tasha_Forge> ::sipping her milk, watching them on the monitors:: Don’t forget to refuel now guys.
<Dave_Santo> ::starts to climb outta the cockpit and goes over to take some milk::
<Dave_Santo> MArk, you want to reconnect the fuel line, please
<Mark_Sulfur> Hookay. ::leaps on out again and goes refuel, wondering if all this is a wise idea suddenly::
<Tasha_Forge> ::goes on out, walking over to look the engine over real quick:: looks good. thus far anyway..
<Mark_Sulfur> I sure hope so.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::to Tasha::
<Dave_Santo> ::beams:: You expected less from a Santo?
<Josie_Lyons> ::goes over to an area off the hangar where some lockers were. she went through the liberty of labeling four of them for each kat, going in alphabetical order by last name. the boys are the two on the right. pulls out flightsuit and helmet from each, then goes over to them:: I checked the hangar to see if there was any clothing here. Found some but they needed mending. ::takes them over to the two toms:: I had to er… sorta… fib to my mother, saying that for halloween the four of us were going to go out as pilots so she wouldn’t be suspicious of mending these.
<Josie_Lyons> ((where’d that cut?))
<Tasha_Forge> (( I had to er… s-?))
<Josie_Lyons> I had to er… sorta… fib to my mother, saying that for halloween the four of us were going to go out as pilots so she wouldn’t be suspicious of mending these. ::hands Dave his first, then Mark his::
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs:: good one, Lyons. ::climbing down, smiles at Mark:: It’ll be fine.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::snorks:: NIce. ::takes the flight suit:: Nice color scheme, too.
<Dave_Santo> ::takes his:: Well covered for Josie… I like the blue… maybe before we take to the sky’s we should give the jet a coat of paint
<Josie_Lyons> Yes well, she thought it was me rebelling or something against the establishment so was thrilled to work on these and bring out the color in them. ::shakes head::
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs at JOsie’s remark then nods:: you prolly should. Or soon after. It looks terrible. ::noting the bad paint job XD::
<Mark_Sulfur> Don’t you think we should test it first before giving it a good paint job?
<Dave_Santo> … ::raises a brow::… Interesting lady <Wanting her kat to rebel? What kind of mother is she?!>
<Mark_Sulfur> At least try it over an unknown area?
<Josie_Lyons> Well we are right at the desert…
<Dave_Santo> Of course… I was thinking the desert too… no one for mile
<Tasha_Forge> Desert is definitly good. Its a good race area too. No others out there. ::Smirks::
<Dave_Santo> No risk of accidences involing anyone but ourselves
<Mark_Sulfur> Oh, good. So if we crash, no one will miss us. :smirks and goes suit up;:
<Tasha_Forge> Lets have no accidents. I think myself and JOsie will miss you guys if you go down.
<Dave_Santo> ::nods and goes to suit up too…::
<Dave_Santo> Be back in a moment
<Mark_Sulfur> You really think this is a good idea? :to Dave::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::onw starting to have his doubts::
<Tasha_Forge> ::leans against a table to wait::
<Josie_Lyons> ::does so as well. takes a can of milk to drink.:: I hope they know what they’re doing…
<Tasha_Forge> They’ll be fine. They’re big toms. ::grins::
<Dave_Santo> ::nervious chuckle:: Not at all… but if I can help even just on kat this way, I will see it as justified. ::been doubting this since the beginning:: I must say I’d rather be going up knowing that I don’t risk being arrested when I land ::getting changed:: Wear your helmet at all time though, if we are see we could be recognised
<Mark_Sulfur> :nods, ties on the mask now::
<Josie_Lyons> Yes but… the jet might not process the fuel right again, or what if they didn’t wire up something right, or what if the wing falls off and their ejector seats don’t work…
<Tasha_Forge> Geez! If I thought of so many what ifs when I got into the car then I’d never drive! What if the wheel fell off, what if the NOS system didn’t feed into the engine right and blew me up, what if my steering went out. Lyons..sometimes you gotta take the risk.
<Dave_Santo> … ::sighs and writes something down on some paper:: Be the best time to write down some sort of will if your worried
<Josie_Lyons> ::frowns at her:: This isn’t a car, it’s a jet, Forge. One in which they built up from scratch. There’s no one to safety check it, no sort of standards, and that new engine system they’ve worked up is unheard of.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles::I have nothing to write.
<Dave_Santo> brave tom… ::does up the zip on his jumpsuit and heads back out
<Dave_Santo> ::
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Mark> To my parents I leave my only prized possession worth leaving… Mr. Cheezypants, my squeaky toy mouse. ))
<Tasha_Forge> ::shrugs;: you’d freak if you saw how fast I drive and how many different inovations are on my car. My car’s engine isn’t exactly normal.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> :comes on out as well. G-suit has rolled up sleeves and has boots on.::
<Josie_Lyons> I DO freak when I have to drive with you. ::smirks::
<Dave_Santo> ((::DIES::))
<Josie_Lyons> ::turns now to see the boys:: Do they fit properly?
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs;: wait till you ride and I cover up the speedometer so I don’t see how fast I’m going. ::smirks then gives a whistle at the boys:: nice!
<Dave_Santo> ::smiles, won’t tell her his rides up a bit:: Sure do, thank your mother for us Josie
<Mark_Sulfur> It’s perfect. Thanks.
<Josie_Lyons> ::smiles:: Great. I will.
<Mark_Sulfur> ))<Dave> ::will have to fight wedgies when it comes to hand to hand combat::))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::DEAD::))
<Dave_Santo> ((LOL))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Dave> ;:examining a piece of evidence on teh ground:: Pick it up. <Mark> Me? Why don’t you pick it up? <Dave> I don’t wanna talk about it. :afraid of bending over and ripping the seat of his pants::))
<Dave_Santo> ((LOLNESS!))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::busts up!::))
<Dave_Santo> So… Is there anything we need to say or add before we do this?
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Tasha_Forge> Good luck guys. We may drive out to watch.
<Josie_Lyons> ::quiet, debating. then goes over to the two:: Just… be careful… don’t push the jet, okay? ::gives Dave a hug, lets him go then so as not to look obvious and let Tasha be right XD goes over to give Mark a quick hug too lol::
<Tasha_Forge> ::quirking an eyebrow at that one. trying not to grin::
<Mark_Sulfur> :arches a brow:: Um… thanks.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::pats her on the back. XD:
<Dave_Santo> ::eyes widen!… glups blushes:: Erm… Thank you… … ::changes the subject:: Right then… lets do this
<Mark_Sulfur> ::gets into the cockpit;:
<Tasha_Forge> Be careful guys. ::will head out:: Come on, Lyons. We’ll follow ‘em.
<Josie_Lyons> ::backs up and nods to Tasha. hurries over to the ladder and climbs out::
<Tasha_Forge> ::goes out quickly! hurrying to her car outside and will get in! buckling up and starts it up.::
<Dave_Santo> ::heads over and gets in… opens the hanger door::Okay… we are open… fuel is… full and… ::smiles:: The pine air fresher work ::^^::
<Mark_Sulfur> What was that all about? ::to Dave as he starts up the systems::
<Josie_Lyons> ::gets in passenger’s side. buckles up and huffs. hates it when Tasha drives XD:: Let’s see how they exit the hangar.
<Tasha_Forge> ::nods, reaching in her console to grab out a piece of plastic thats cut to be the size of the opening over her speedometer. puts it in place so she can’t see her speed. lol! don’t look Josie!::
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Mark> Let’s test the CD player. ::pops in Top Gun soundtrack::))
<Dave_Santo> … I’m trying the focus more on flying, Mark… although… She did seem friendly today
<Mark_Sulfur> ((LOL))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Dave_Santo> ((::LOLS::))
<Mark_Sulfur> :arches a brow:: Whatever. ::shrugs:: All systems go.
<Josie_Lyons> ::doesn’t note this as she’s watching in the direction the boys should come out of::
<Dave_Santo> Okay… going on… 5… 4…3…2…1 ::lights it up::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Jet> ::roars to life::
<Tasha_Forge> ::can feel the rumble in the ground and grins:: it started up!
<Dave_Santo> YES! ::and lets it roar down the runway and flys out the hanger!::
<Josie_Lyons> There it goes! ::points out where they emerge from near the back of the SY’s junk pile::
<Tasha_Forge> There they are! ::watching them come out of the hangar!:: Hang on! ::will peel out and head out! going to try and get out to the desert to watch!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::clings to his seat, teeth clenched::
<Josie_Lyons> Erk! ::flattened against her seat as they zoom off XD::
<Tasha_Forge> ::heeee! will have fun trying to keep up! but of course won’t XD::
<Dave_Santo> ::used to the Gs as they soar into the sky!:: I CAN NOT BELIEVE THAT WORKED!
<Mark_Sulfur> ::tries to say anything, but is slowly gasping for breath::
<Dave_Santo> … ::glances back:: try the O2 mask Mark
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Mark> And, as we flew over Death Valley, which is a valley… of death… He decided to put it up to over 9 G’s. And, as we sped over this valley, we happened upon our friends in the car. Dave decides he wants to fly alongside them. I ask him, “Is this legal!?” He said, “No, but it’s sure fun!”))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::grabs it and puts it on: Okay… so far… this is great.
<Josie_Lyons> ((::DIIES::))
<Dave_Santo> ((DIES A DEATH::))
<Tasha_Forge> 9(::DIIIIIIIIES!::))
<Tasha_Forge> ::speeding along! will zoom along the freeway till they get to the exit to head into the desert! driving along the two lane road, trying to keep them in sight:: wow…can’t believe its flying!
<Josie_Lyons> Just make sure we don’t take off with this speed!
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Tasha> ::two minutes later:: Wow…. can’t believe it’s crashing… ;sighs, takes out the bugle::))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Dave_Santo> ::beaminf proudly… been so long since he was flying free:: This is better than great… even the Enforcer jets don’t go this fast!
<Dave_Santo> ((::DIIIES::))
<Josie_Lyons> How long are they going to stay up…?
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Tasha_Forge> Pfff! its fine. Never taken off at this speed. You don’t even know how fast we are going. ::then shakes head:: no clue..
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles, lets him have his fun. Keeps an eye on the systems::
<Josie_Lyons> ::blinks at that then looks to the speedometer:: It’s covered up! Tasha we don’t want to go breaking the speed limit!
<Dave_Santo> ::read on the fuel:: Amazing… we are only using 35% of the standard fuel consumtion of a jet this size… ::decides to see if he can lower and raise it comfortble::
<Tasha_Forge> ohhhhh we broke the speed limit a few miles back. ::grins proudly!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles: So long as you don’t go spilling this to the Enforcers.
<Josie_Lyons> Tasha, seriously, they’re too far ahead for us to keep up so let’s slow it down. ::tries to remove that plastic thingy covering it up::
<Dave_Santo> … are you kidding? Even with what we doing just for now, we’d go down for 10 years easy
<Dave_Santo> … Going right ::turns… nice and smooth::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles:: Good to know.
<Tasha_Forge> ::mrrs, stopping her from doing that!:: Leave it alone. You WILL make me wreck then. Just chill. Its fine. Let the wind blow through your hair or something and stop being so up tight.
<Josie_Lyons> I’m not being uptight, I just don’t want to be arrested. ::frowning, folding her arms over her chest::
<Dave_Santo> … Mark does your radio work? See if you canget to Josie and Tasha
<Mark_Sulfur> Roger. ::sends a radio signal to Tasha:: you guys still following us? Over.
<Tasha_Forge> There’s not a car in the enforcer fleet that can catch this one. ::grabs her radiow:: yep! we’ve still got a visual, just barely though. It looks good from down here
<Dave_Santo> Going left
<Josie_Lyons> Hey! Don’t talk on that while driving so fast! ::holds out hand to take the radio::
<Mark_Sulfur> Good to hear. Fuel holding stable.
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs:: do it all the time, Lyons. ::handing over hte radio though::
<Josie_Lyons> ::takes it. smiles a little hearing that:: How is everything else?
<Mark_Sulfur> Handles like a dream, it seems.
<Dave_Santo> … Think I should try some basic rolls or just keep it straight this test? ::smiles:: Glad to know we’re still in the air ladies
<Josie_Lyons> Maybe you should put off the fancy stunts for the next test guys?
<Tasha_Forge> Go for the rolls! ::grinning. driving them out to a nice lil plateau and going up a dirt road to the top! will park on top to look out at them from up there!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::glad to be stopped for awhile XD::
<Dave_Santo> Well that’s a vote eitherway… Mark
<Mark_Sulfur> I’ll hold on.
<Mark_Sulfur> Go for it.
<Dave_Santo> You sure? Sick bags aren’t installed in this jet
<Tasha_Forge> ::grins, giddy to watch this! just won’t get her up there doing that!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::frowns. gets out of the car with radio ‘n Tasha. looks to the skies. hands Tasha the radio anew and folds her arms again in silent protest -g-::
<Dave_Santo> … maybe we should try rolls later… We need to be sure the fuel guage is right, 35% doesn’t sound right to me
<Tasha_Forge> ::Takes the radio and goes to lean against the car.::
<Mark_Sulfur> You never know, but if you’re unsure, then let’s head back.
<Dave_Santo> I think we should go back… … lets see how it turns round
<Josie_Lyons> ::waiting to see/hear them go by::
<Tasha_Forge> ::ditto!:: at least it works. Thats the main thing right now. Its in the air…
<Mark_Sulfur> ::nods, sets a course back for the::
<Mark_Sulfur> *them
<Dave_Santo> ::flighes right over the gals:: Heading back to base
<Tasha_Forge> ::radios back:: roger that. We’ll be right behind you. ::will go get back in the car to go!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::smiles at that, hurries back into the car::
<Tasha_Forge> ::spees back off the plateau and heads back for the base!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::doesn’t complain about her speeding to go back to the hangar XD::
<Tasha_Forge> ::yayeee! speeds back then!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::will get there after the guys will definately lol::
<Dave_Santo> ::bites his lip as he pulls up to bring her in gently, content sigh when it’s settled
<Dave_Santo> ::
<Mark_Sulfur> Whew… nice landing.
<Tasha_Forge> ::will pull into the garage a few minutes after! parking and getting out, grinning:: Awesome! they did it! ::hurrying for the hangar!::
<Dave_Santo> ::wipes his brow and gives a nervious chuckle:: No sweat ::lying!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::hurrying after! right on Tasha’s tail going down into the hangar from the breakroom::
<Tasha_Forge> ::goes down the ladder and runs in there:: It looked great guys!
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles, then starts to check the fuel systems::
<Dave_Santo> ::climbs out and takes his gloves off:: Thank you Tasha… hows the fuel supple Mark
<Dave_Santo> ?
<Josie_Lyons> ::goes over to them when the jet’s shut down and all, smiling::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Crawls up there to look over Mark’s shoulder at the computer;: how’d it feel? ::grins::
<Dave_Santo> ::goes over to where he left his milk and finishes it off::
<Mark_Sulfur> Felt great. ::nonchalant:: Do me a favor? Can you remove some of our fuel?
<Dave_Santo> ::glance over:: The fuel gage was right?!
<Tasha_Forge> Sure. ::Grins and goes to do so! ::
<Mark_Sulfur> Testing that right now.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::to Dave::
<Josie_Lyons> ::goes over to Dave:: You definately are a good pilot and an even better flight engineer. The Enforcers are loosing out on dismissing you, Dave.
<Dave_Santo> ::blushes and coughs:: Once again thank you Josie… how did the car fair?
<Josie_Lyons> Fine… ::quietly:: though Tasha is a bit of a speed demon…
<Tasha_Forge> I think I’ve got about a half a tank out now, mark. check it.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::does so, arches a brow:: Huh… Now, fill it back to the top.
<Tasha_Forge> alright. ::will refuel it!::
<Dave_Santo> ::quietly:: that doesn’t suprise me
<Tasha_Forge> alright Mark! ::Calls out, pulling the nozzle out of the tank::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::smirks:: It works fine, Dave!
<Tasha_Forge> ::grins!::
<Dave_Santo> ::beams and swishes his tail!:: GREAT!
<Mark_Sulfur> ::climbs on out, finally goes get a milk::
<Josie_Lyons> Well, how about we all go upstairs? Maybe order something in and celebrate?
<Dave_Santo> That’s a idea I can get behind ::smiles and goes off to get changed outta the Gsuit::
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs:: Sounds great to me. What are we gonna order? Can go ahead and get it on the way while you boys changes.
<Tasha_Forge> ((^change))
<Josie_Lyons> What would you two hotshots want?
<Dave_Santo> I could go for so Mexica food
<Dave_Santo> ::some::
<Mark_Sulfur> I’m up for anything. ::goes change::
<Josie_Lyons> Mexican it is then. ::lil’ hee! and hurries up the ladder lol is giddy she is -g-::
<Tasha_Forge> ::heads up after Josie!:: Yep! mexican sounds good!
<Dave_Santo> ::stays watching after Josie for a moment before going to the other room::
<Mark_Sulfur> S’the happiest I’ve seen her inna while.
<Mark_Sulfur> :to Dave:
<Josie_Lyons> ::goes upstairs to the office and orders them up various items, remembering what everyone got from the last time or two::
<Dave_Santo> She must have really wanted this test to go well ::smiles:: I think she’s the most excited about this whole idea
<Tasha_Forge> ::will go round them up drinks! is giddy!::
<Dave_Santo> ::Make mine extra spicey Josie::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::nods:: Yeah. ::gets into his civvies::
<Josie_Lyons> ::knows to do so!:: I’m going to change out of this jumpsuit. Here, I’ll pay for tonight’s meal. ::hands Tasha some cash::
<Dave_Santo> … I think we should also figure out call signs
<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks:: er…okay. ::taking the cash. will wait on the food!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::hurries upstairs to shower and change quickly. comes back downstairs later wearing a skirt and nice long sleeved blouse. fall probably starting up so temps cooler at night. has on boots that go to mid calf. smells of peony flowers::
<Mark_Sulfur> I can’t think of one right now. ::chuckles: I will eventually. What about you? ::as he starts to go back upstairs;:
<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks:: Geez lyons….since when do you dress up for the delivery guy?
<Dave_Santo> ::pulls on his sneakers and follows Mark:: I was thinking maybe something Short… Bow… or Arrow… something that’s more me
<Mark_Sulfur> “Bow” sounds like you.
<Josie_Lyons> ::laughs:: I’m not dressing up for the delivery guy… I just… want to look nice for a change and out of those work clothes.
<Tasha_Forge> Uh huh…or look nice for Davey boy. ::smirks::
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Mark>::pronounces it like “b-ow” as in “bow before me, minion!” XD:: Perfect for you, Mr. Follow Orders.))
<Dave_Santo> Thanks ::smiles… looking at the way up to the garage:: Best get a pole in here… it would quicken our responce time
<Dave_Santo> ((LOL!!!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles:: Quick response, huh?
<Josie_Lyons> Can’t a she-kat look her best without it being for a tom? And stop calling him Davey-Boy. You know he hates that.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Tasha> You’ve got Extra Red Ruby Rouge lipstick on! <Lyons> Do not! It’s Mild Berry Creme…))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::busts up!::))
<Dave_Santo> ((::DIES A DEATH))
<Josie_Lyons> ::actually it’s Pink Passion but… >_>::
<Tasha_Forge> I know he hates it. Its why I don’t stop. And YOU are wearing lipstick. A girl doesn’t wear lipstick when she’s not going anywhere…or dressing up.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((LOL))
<Dave_Santo> Well the kats in the fire deptment have them for a reason
<Josie_Lyons> What would you know about what girls do? You act more like a boy.
<Mark_Sulfur> True.
<Tasha_Forge> ::Shrugs:: I do go out, Lyons. I know what I do when I wanna get a guys attention. ::smirks;:
<Dave_Santo> ::sighs:: … Wonder if there is one long enough in the scrap
<Josie_Lyons> ::looks away from her:: I wish the food would hurry up… ::changing subject again::
<Mark_Sulfur> You’d be surprised what we can find here.
<Tasha_Forge> You keep changing the subject! Fess up! you like him!
<Mark_Sulfur> We just built an entire jet outta it.
<Josie_Lyons> I- it wouldn’t be appropriate…
<Dave_Santo> True… I even found a enforcer scanner the other day… although whether it works or not remains to be seen
<Tasha_Forge> Why wouldn’t it? I mean if you like him then go for it. its not like you’re in the force or anything now.
<Josie_Lyons> Even still, we are co-workers. And with this new … side job, I wouldn’t want to distract him.
<Tasha_Forge> ((brb))
<Josie_Lyons> ((ok!))
<Mark_Sulfur> Show it to me. I’ll get it fixed.
<Josie_Lyons> <food>::arrives!:: <Josie>::gets up and takes the money from Tasha to pay for it. goes in kitchen area and sets the bag there. then hollers down to the hangar:: Hey guys, food’s here!
<Dave_Santo> ::detours from the break room to go to the workshop:: Looks like one smashed up… like it was found in somekat’s home and broken to stop it being reused
<Dave_Santo> Be there in a second Josie
<Mark_Sulfur> ::looks at it, frowns, pokes at it:: Yeah… I can fix this.
<Josie_Lyons> Alright! ::serves up everyone’s plates::
<Tasha_Forge> ((back!))
<Josie_Lyons> ((wb!))
<Tasha_Forge> Hey…sometimes a distraction is necessary, Josie. You can’t live at work all the time. ::helps her set the plates out and all.::
<Josie_Lyons> Well actually… we DO live at work all the time. ::smirks::
<Dave_Santo> Please do… then we’ll know of any emergancys
<Tasha_Forge> Right! which is why we need distractions. ::smiles:: You gotta have a break by some means.
<Mark_Sulfur> Roger.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::heads on to their kitchen::
<Josie_Lyons> But… ::quietly now:: What if he doesn’t like me back? I mean… he’s a Santo, that family is highly decorated, even his brothers are doing well and on their way to Commander in their respective cities.
<Dave_Santo> ::follows and then… wow… eyes Josie, doesn’t pay much attention to what’s said but… wow::
<Mark_Sulfur> Something smells great. ::grinning::
<Josie_Lyons> ::erk stops talking hearing Mark ‘n Dave enter. embarrassed even talking about this with Tasha, hopes neither heard:: Everything looks good, the order was all right.
<Tasha_Forge> ::notes the dave and smirks, leaning over to whisper to Josie:: I think he likes you.
<Tasha_Forge> ::lol! ain’t I sexy too in my dirty jumpsuit and all?! XD:::
<Dave_Santo> ::shakes it from his mind and coughs, looks at the food:: Yes… it does… look …very good ::smiles and goes to sit in his seat::
<Dave_Santo> ::I’m not gonna answer that with two women in the room… I know how to keep my 9 lives::
<Josie_Lyons> ::lol grease stains are all the rage! ;) blushes a bit at Tasha’s comment. goes and takes a seat at her place::
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL!!)0
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sits, too!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((BRBRQ))
<Tasha_Forge> ((XD))
<Tasha_Forge> ::Takes a seat and digs into her food!:: This place always does good food.
<Josie_Lyons> Yes it does. Definately keeping their number handy. ::glances at Dave every so often::
<Dave_Santo> ::sniffs the food:: Pity this is the hottest the city offers ::samples:: I’ve had hotter … ::glances at josie every one in a while:: Erm anyone mind if we have a beer of something… celebrate like we should be ::smiles::
<Tasha_Forge> Sounds good to me. And If you want hot I’ll holler at mom to bring some spices over sometime. I got some that’ll light you up. ::smirks::
<Josie_Lyons> Sure, I’ll get them. ::gets up and opens fridge. gets each a beer if they want and then sits back down::
<Dave_Santo> ::grins:: That would be great… ::takes his beer…. holds on to it while it’s in josie’s hand… just enough for maybe tasha to notice seeing as she is watching this XD:: Thank you very much Josie ::takes it::
<Josie_Lyons> You’re welcome. ::hee lets it go when he fully takes it::
<Josie_Lyons> ::turns to Tasha:: I don’t know if there’s anything that can light Dave’s tastebuds up.
<Tasha_Forge> Ohhhh we’ll see. Mom has some spices that could. They accidentally put a teaspoon of it in a big pot of beans once. Was so hot no one could eat it and my family likes spicy foods.
<Dave_Santo> I think my mother was training my tongue to take whatever she could find as I grew up ::smirks:: So we’ll see Tasha
<Josie_Lyons> ::laughs a little:: I’ll be interested to see you handle that then, Dave.
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs:: oh we’ll see. ::finishing up her dinner. sips her beer while they chat. When Mark mun comes back will drag mark out of the room XD::
<Josie_Lyons> ::lol! you just want to pounce Mark, admit it! -g-::
<Tasha_Forge> :: >_> Maybe….no I want you and dave alone!::
<Dave_Santo> ::downing his beer like a pro XD yeah she wants mark all for herself::
<Josie_Lyons> ::taking her time with her own. smiles at Dave:: You sure you can handle this, Dave? You’re drinking that up awful fast. ::little giggle::
<Dave_Santo> ::smiles and chuckles:: I’ll be fine… I’m not driving to night afterall ::smiles at her::
<Josie_Lyons> You… want another one?
<Tasha_Forge> ::hey is pretty good at the downing of the beah as well! downing hers::
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Tasha>::making gagging motions to Mark::))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Dave_Santo> ::nods:: Please if you don’t mind
<Dave_Santo> ((LOL <Dave> HEY!))
<Josie_Lyons> ::gets up and gets another beer for Dave. hands it to him::
<Josie_Lyons> ::you gotta get up and get your own, Tasha. XD::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Backers!)_)
<Mark_Sulfur> ::watches this whole thing with minor curiousity, then glances at Tasha, eyes asking if they should leave::
<Dave_Santo> Thanks once again
<Dave_Santo> ((WB))
<Josie_Lyons> ((wb!))
<Tasha_Forge> ((WB!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Thankies!))
<Josie_Lyons> You’re welcome… once again. ::sits back down with a smile::
<Tasha_Forge> Hey mark….you’re good with electronics. I got something on my car I want you to look at. ::getting up to head out there:: Please?
<Mark_Sulfur> Sure thing. ::gets up and goes with her, taking his can of milk;:
<Dave_Santo> ::blinks and looks at where those two are off too:: Need us to help?
<Josie_Lyons> ::looks over at Tasha ‘n Mark, watches them go. oh noez is alone with teh Dave! XD what do I doooo? -g- nervous like she was when alone with Cameron from when she brought him his repaired car::
<Mark_Sulfur> S’okay. I got it. ::to Dave::
<Tasha_Forge> Nahhhhh I think we got it. ::grins, going out to the car in the garage!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::walks on out, rolls his eyes, too:: Sheesh.
<Dave_Santo> … ::looks to Josie and gives her a nervious smile… coughs in to his hand and sips his beer::… soooo
<Josie_Lyons> So… ::awkwardness ahoy!:: You… decided on what you want to call the jet yet? I know… guys like to name their vehicles and the like…
<Tasha_Forge> ::snorks:: They like each other. Was hoping to get them stuck together a while. ::goes open the garage door up and look outside at the night sky.::
<Mark_Sulfur> They can’t make it anymore obvious. ::as he climbs up a mountain of scrap metal, offering a hand to help her up::
<Dave_Santo> … ::YAY for the awkwardness! XD:: … I was just thinking of calling it Jet…. Jet 1 is we ever crash and need to rebuild ::small smirk::
<Josie_Lyons> Dave, don’t think like that… You won’t crash. You and Mark are too good.
<Dave_Santo> I used to think that… but remember why I was sent here… I did crash once and it could happen again
<Tasha_Forge> ::takes his hand and climbs up with him! going to the top ot sit down. shrugs out the top part of her jump suit. has a white tank top on under it. will tie the arms around her waist to hold it up::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sits beside her, offering her another can of milk::
<Josie_Lyons> That was just a fluke, same as what happened to me. It won’t happen again.
<Tasha_Forge> Thanks. ::takes it and opens it up, taking a sip:: So what about you? You got someone in your life? Since we got two in the breakroom now that might be getting the hook up…::smirks::
<Dave_Santo> Maybe… but I won’t be confinved till I retire un-crashed
<Josie_Lyons> Then name the jet something other than Jet 1. You’re jinxing it.
<Dave_Santo> You really believe in jinxes?
<Mark_Sulfur> ::snorks:: Naw.
<Josie_Lyons> I think you should believe in yourself more.
<Mark_Sulfur> You?
<Tasha_Forge> Nope. No one will put up with me that long. ::Grins::
<Dave_Santo> … that’s hard to do Josie. I mean asides from getting to see you… ::glups:: … you guys every day, there isn’t much reason to believe in anything really
<Mark_Sulfur> How come?
<Josie_Lyons> Then why have you gone through so much trouble, willing to break laws for this chance at doing some good with a bunch of rejected kats like us?
<Tasha_Forge> ::Shrugs:: I like to live a bit on the wild side. I mean…life is too short. Why always be scared to try and do things? I’d rather live life while I can. Most can’t understand that.
<Dave_Santo> … Because … maybe I still have something to give this city
<Mark_Sulfur> ::nods:: Guess… that’s what got you kicked out, huh? ::softly::
<Josie_Lyons> Then act like you do. Don’t be so doom and gloom and negative. We’ll all come up with a name for the jet.
<Dave_Santo> Should really get the other back in here for this… what about naming you first… we all need callsigns
<Tasha_Forge> Pretty much. Well…sorta. I just…::shakes head:: It was my chase. I was lead. And the commander was determined to take the kat out himself. Never gave me a shot. Just got in the way. He ruined everything. ::Frowning::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::nods:: I was the opposite. I thought too much.
<Mark_Sulfur> Then at the first opportunity, I jumped the gun.
<Josie_Lyons> Me? I’ve no idea what to call myself.
<Josie_Lyons> What are you calling yourself?
<Tasha_Forge> ain’t it amazing when you do something right you go unrewarded but the moment you do wrong they make sure you know it.
<Dave_Santo> ::smiles:: I was thinking Bow or Arrow… Mark seems to think Bow is better suited to me
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Feral> Look, I wanted to nab him quick like so I could get the first prune donuts of the day!))
<Josie_Lyons> Bow… hmm… has a nicer ring to it. ::nods:: I think I prefer it too.
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::)(
<Dave_Santo> ((EW!!! XDDDDD))
<Dave_Santo> … Thank you… maybe you should be called Rose
<Josie_Lyons> ::blinks:: Rose?
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::)
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles:: That’s the work world.
<Tasha_Forge> Yep….shoulda went ahead and been a racer. ::smirks:: at least then if I messed up I’d know it pretty quick.
<Dave_Santo> ::smiles:: A Rose by any other name would smell just as sweet… ::blushes lightly:: I mean, I like your perfume
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Tasha> Being in Heaven and all on a fluffy cloud in white robes would been nicer than being tossed in a scrap heap.))
<Dave_Santo> ((LOL))
<Josie_Lyons> ::giggles a bit at that:: It’s actually peony… though I did shower with rose scented gel. How could you tell that? ::blushes some::
<Mark_Sulfur> Yeah… ::sighs:: Shoulda taken up that offer the gave me.
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!:: <Tasha> exatly!))
<Tasha_Forge> WHat offer was that? ::looking to him::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!))
<Tasha_Forge> ((<Mark> to be Feral’s donut boy…. <Tasha>…..I’d take the salvage yard..))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::DEAD::))
<Dave_Santo> … Well… ::coughs:: I knew that that scent wasn’t coming from me, and I doubt the other two would even know what a shower was… so there fore
<Dave_Santo> ((::dies a death::))
<Mark_Sulfur> There was this… new law enforcement agency they wanted me to lead. BUt… it didn’t sound like it had potential.
<Josie_Lyons> ::laughs:: Oh now be nice. ::smiles:: They’ve turned out to be okay despite some decisions they’ve made.
<Tasha_Forge> Maybe you should have taken it. Had to be better than here… is it too late to try?
<Dave_Santo> I know ::chuckles:: Mark is fine for a thug… and Tasha would be okay if she stoped calling me Davey boy
<Mark_Sulfur> Too late to try.
<Josie_Lyons> ::smirks:: I don’t think she’ll ever stop. She likes to annoy like it’s a hobby.
<Josie_Lyons> Good thing she’s not coming up with your call sign, else you’d be Davey Boy instead of Bow.
<Dave_Santo> ::shudders:: The day she start telling me who I am, I’ll shave my head
<Tasha_Forge> ::bwhahahahahaha Oh is that so Davey Boy? XD ::
<Josie_Lyons> ::laughs:: You shave your head she’d call you something worse.
<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: Well..guess we’re stuck here then. ::laughs some:: Besides..you can’t leave me with strict and stricter…I don’t think I’d make it.
<Dave_Santo> ::sighs:: So the Davey Boy curse remains it seems
<Josie_Lyons> It’s only her. ::smiles:: I’ll never call you that. Only Dave.
<Dave_Santo> You are one of the few kats allowed to call me whatever you wish
<Mark_Sulfur> ::laughs, nudges her::
<Josie_Lyons> ::slight blush. softly:: I am? Why me?
<Dave_Santo> … ::light blush and sips his beer:: well… I respect you
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs:: Hey I’m serious! I’m a pain on Dave just cuase he and her are so hard on me. I mean…yeah I goofed. So did they. I can’t understand what makes them different than me in that aspect.
<Josie_Lyons> For what… nothing much to respect. ::full blush now::
<Mark_Sulfur> I wouldn’t pay any attention to them in that regard. We’re all stuck here. They’re gonna have to get over it.
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Mark> Let’s shortsheet their beds again tonight!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::))
<Tasha_Forge> True. ::downs the last of her milk. crushes the can then lays back against an old car hood to look up at the stars::
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Dave_Santo> ((LOLNESS))
<Mark_Sulfur> I really hope we can do good with this little project.
<Dave_Santo> You cleaned a junk pile Josie… your sence of honour rivals any Santo I know and well … you are a stunning remarkable young lady
<Tasha_Forge> Maybe so. If not..well…..maybe they’ll keep us in jail cells semi near one another. ::smirks::
<Josie_Lyons> ::gulps lol heart nearly leaps out of her chest now:: Oh Dave… ::shyly looks at him:: That’s so sweet of you to say.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles: Hopefully. :pauses to finger his long hair, looking at it in thought:: How… good are you at cutting hair?
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Tasha> Or at least away from those two. Blech! The sappyness in Alkatraz would be worse than the yardwork.))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIIIIIIES!::))
<Dave_Santo> ::blushes a lot coughs and stands:: Anyway… best get these plates cleaned up… doubt those two will do it
<Dave_Santo> ((MOM))
<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks:: er…depends on what you are wanting done with it.
<Dave_Santo> ((KOK i meant))
<Dave_Santo> ((Mrrrrr LOL))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::dying::))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::hugpats Nee:: Its okay…its the turretts fingers taking over!))
<Dave_Santo> ((It’s not that… just all the letters from my key board are worn off!))
<Josie_Lyons> Sure, sure… ::stands as well:: I’d rather clean it up myself as I know it’s done properly.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> Up to the shoulders.
<Tasha_Forge> Sure. I can do that. ::smiles:: Wanna head inside. it seriously needs a washing before we do anything with it. ::laughs a bit::
<Dave_Santo> ::nods:: I wash you dry?
<Josie_Lyons> ::starts taking up the plates, some hotsauce splatters on her skirt:: Oh no! ::takes clean napkin and dobs it:: Sure, you mind starting while I take care of this before the stain sets in?
<Mark_Sulfur> Sure. I need a shower after today anyway. ::stands up and climbs down::
<Tasha_Forge> ::gets up and heads down after him!:: i’ll shower up too. Just knock on my door when you’re ready. ::heading inside. will bypass the kitchen and go upstairs!:: I’ll get some scissors ready. ::grins::
<Dave_Santo> ::looking down at her legs and gulps:: No…. go right ahead… ::looks away as washes up::
<Josie_Lyons> ::as mun needs to go for a bit:: I’ll only be a few minutes. ::goes over to give Dave a peck on the cheek:: Thanks. ::then hurries upstairs to the bathroom and take care of it::
* Josie_Lyons is now known as Josie_AFK
<Mark_Sulfur> Alright. ::goes shower and stuffs!::
<Josie_AFK> ((::leaving this open for loggin’ XD::))
<Dave_Santo> ::eyes nearly pop outta his head! drops a plate XDDD::
<Tasha_Forge> ((nuuuuuuuuu! ::clings!::))
<Dave_Santo> ((::clings::))
<Tasha_Forge> ::will be showering! gets done and gets in some comfy track pants and a tank top. will towel dry her hair a bit then wait on Mark while she sets things up in the bedroom::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::clings too! HA!XD))
<Tasha_Forge> (I think she left us anyway guys…;_;))
<Dave_Santo> ::mrrs and starts to pick up the plate bits… only 3 bits… will swng by the store tomorrow to replace it))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::comes back out in jeans and a t-shirt, hair damp::
<Dave_Santo> ((mawwwwwwwwww))
<Tasha_Forge> ::has door open for him! smiles:: Hey , Mark. Come on in. ::pats a chair she set up for him::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::does so:: I do appreciate this. ::sits;:
<Tasha_Forge> Not a problem. Cheaper than going somewhere outside of this place. ::taking up a comb and some scissors. starts combing out his hair before starting to cut!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::keeps very still::
<Tasha_Forge> ((<Tasha> ooops! ::takes off a big chunk:: <Mark> O.O Thats more than a chunk! ::staring at his bald head in the back!::))
<Tasha_Forge> ::snip snip! cutting it at his shoulders like he wants!:: So how long you been in law enforcement?
<Dave_Santo> ((LOL))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!))
<Mark_Sulfur> A few years.
<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: cool. ::snippity snip!::
<Mark_Sulfur> You?
<Tasha_Forge> Three years. Not too long but long enough to know how it works. ::sets down teh scissors and goes to get some gel. will put just a bit in his hair and fluff it out for him then pats his shoulder:: you’re done.
<Dave_Santo> ::finishes the washing up and drying up… binned the plate so no one saw what happened::
<Mark_Sulfur> Already? ::feels the back of it::
<Tasha_Forge> Don’t take that long. ::laughs. goes get him a mirror and hands it to him:: What do you think?
<Mark_Sulfur> ::smiles: Perfect. Thanks. ::stands and gets up to help her clean::
<Tasha_Forge> You’re welcome. ::and will clean!::
<Tasha_Forge> ((and I gotta head out for a bit myself guys! ::hugs::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((:hugs back:: Kies!))
<Tasha_Forge> ((Shouldn’t be gone too long. but just in case I’ll talk to you later! ::hugs!:: ))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::has to go work on Tessie’s training::))
<Tasha_Forge> ((if you guys gonna keep going I’ll leave this open to log. otherwise I’ll close it out!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Okies!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::walks on back downstairs to help Dave with the rest of the plate if he hasn’t put them away already::
<Dave_Santo> ((Laters luv <3))
<Mark_Sulfur> :plates, even::
<Dave_Santo> ::doing that now… looks over his shoulder as Mark enters… Josie may have left a bit of lipstick behind when she gave him a peak on the cheek:: You fix Tasha’s car problem… ::stares:: and got a hair cut? ::raises a brow::
<Mark_Sulfur> Yeah. Figured it was about time. Long hair just wasn’t doing it for me anymore. ::goes put stuff away::
<Dave_Santo> … ::shrugs:: Could have told us you were going out. Where did you find a barber open so later anyway?
<Mark_Sulfur> I didn’t. Tasha cut it for me.
<Dave_Santo> ::smirks:: You trust her that much to come at you with blades?
<Mark_Sulfur> Meaning what, exactly? ::throws out the trash, too::
<Dave_Santo> Nothing… just I wouldn’t trust her not to carve a dirty word in the back of my hair or something
* Josie_AFK is now known as Josie_Lyons
<Mark_Sulfur> ((WB!))
<Dave_Santo> ((WB))
<Mark_Sulfur> I think you’re paranoid. :::smirks::
<Dave_Santo> Paranoid? No. Careful? Yes
<Josie_Lyons> ((ty!))
<Mark_Sulfur> You do realize she’s living with us.
<Mark_Sulfur> And has been for weeks now.
<Dave_Santo> ::smirks:: Yes… and you realize that for weeks, she’s been trying to annoy me
<Josie_Lyons> ::comes back down the stairs. couldn’t decide what to wear with the top as none of her skirts matched so put on a pair of nice jean pants. quiet as she hears Mark ‘n Dave talking. goes to listen wondering who the “she” is XD::
<Josie_Lyons> ::plus took a bit to get that stain out. washed it thuroughly in the sink, put stain removal stuff on it to sit overnight::
<Dave_Santo> She seems to enjoy trying to make me yell or something
<Mark_Sulfur> She’s only trying to make the best of things. You know… give you a chuckle every now and then.
<Josie_Lyons> <They must be talking about Tasha.>
<Dave_Santo> I know… but ::sighs:: I am not the chuckling sort… I never was… never understood jokes at school. Only time I really laugh is when I’ve had a beer or two
<Mark_Sulfur> Can’t rely on beer all the time. I know we’re all stuck here, but if we just mope around like this, we’re not gonna get anywhere.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::shrugs:: Just saying. :grabs a broom and starts to sweep the kitchen floor of crumbs::
<Josie_Lyons> ::goes inside the kitchen now:: Hey… oh Dave, you finished the dishes up already?
<Dave_Santo> ::folds his arms and thinks:: … ::spins round when he hears her:: Oh, hello Josie… did you get the stain out?
<Mark_Sulfur> ::just nods to Josie::
<Josie_Lyons> Yes, finally. ::blinks:: Mark what happened to your hair?
<Mark_Sulfur> Tasha cut it for me.
<Josie_Lyons> On… purpose?
<Mark_Sulfur> I asked her to. ::resists the urge to roll his eyes. XD::
<Josie_Lyons> Really? Well it looks nice… Just hope she doesn’t think she’s going anywhere near my hair.
<Mark_Sulfur> Thanks. ::bites back any other comments. Is starting to get a tad irritated with them. XD::
<Josie_Lyons> ::lol mawww sweet lil’ ol us?:: Here, Dave, let me sweep up for you since I didn’t help with the dishes. You two need to sit and decide on a name for that jet.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::hey! I’m the one who’s sweeping. ;_;::
<Dave_Santo> ::smiles at Mark:: It seems it’s bad luck not to
<Mark_Sulfur> Bad luck not to what?
<Josie_Lyons> ((lol make that Mark then XD::
<Josie_Lyons> ))^
<Josie_Lyons> ::takes the broom from Mark if he lets her::
<Dave_Santo> Name the jet
<Mark_Sulfur> Jet. :jokingly, then lets Josie take the broom, tho’ is mostly done::
<Dave_Santo> I suggested that but… ::shrugs::
<Josie_Lyons> ::groans at Mark:: Not you too. ::looks heavenward and finishes sweeping:: I didn’t say it was bad luck not to name the jet, just that if you named it Jet 1 expecting it to crash that it was dooming it from the start.
<Josie_Lyons> ::goes over places Mark already had though::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::shakes his head at her, then sits:: I dunno. Iron Eagle? ::mun bumming off one of her favorite movies. XD::
<Dave_Santo> … No. We’d be called “the birdy boys” if we called it that
<Josie_Lyons> That’s already taken anyway from a movie. Be more creative.
<Mark_Sulfur> I haven’t a clue. I didn’t think of names when we decided on this project.
<Josie_Lyons> Well what about your own call sign?
<Mark_Sulfur> ::shrugs:: Actually, Dave did give me a good idea. I think I’ll with “Arrow”.
<Dave_Santo> … That I can work with ::smiles::
<Tasha_Forge> ((back!))
<Josie_Lyons> Bow and Arrow huh? Well I hope the both of you have exceptional aim. ::grins::
<Josie_Lyons> ((wb!))
<Tasha_Forge> ((TY!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((WB!))
<Tasha_Forge> ::will come downstairs! heading to where the others are!::
<Dave_Santo> ((WB))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles:: As for the jet, I don’t know.
<Josie_Lyons> ::inna kitchen::
<Josie_Lyons> Maybe when it’s got a paintjob we can think of something.
<Tasha_Forge> What about when we paint it?
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!!!:: I so do NOT recommend these call signs. http://www.safetycenter.navy.mil/media/approach/whatsyourcallsign/default.htm ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((The top ten, that is))
<Josie_Lyons> ::turns to Tasha:: We give it a name. The jet that is.
<Mark_Sulfur> Got any ideas? :to Tasha::
<Josie_Lyons> ((::dies:: oh boy. <Josie> If Dave has too many to drink, Wasted would be good. ))
<Dave_Santo> ((::DIES::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies: I love how they go with the last names. XD))
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL me too XD “Numb” Scull))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::dying!::))
<Tasha_Forge> Nope. I just call the car baby. Its easier. ::smirks. sitting by Mark::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((“Undra” Cheever. :dying::))
<Josie_Lyons> ((XD that sounds like some gang member’s fake name for a pun.-g-))
<Dave_Santo> Quiver… that might be good, since now it holds arrow ::smirks::
<Josie_Lyons> ::snorks:: We’re not calling the jet “baby”.
<Tasha_Forge> awww darn! ::snickers::
<Josie_Lyons> ::little laugh to Dave:: Maybe it’ll make criminal scum quiver in fear when they hear it coming too?
<Mark_Sulfur> The Quiver? ::to Dave::
<Tasha_Forge> ((::snorks at some of the oens below :: Lt. Dan “Bambi” Case. He ran over a deer with an E-2C late one night in 1996 while taxiing during FCLPs at Fentress, Va. The deer lost, but so did the airplane. ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DEAD!!!:: I read that one! ::dying::)
<Dave_Santo> … Well I was just going with the archery theme
<Dave_Santo> ((LOLNESS))
<Tasha_Forge> ((oh! major metor shower tonight. should peak out around 2 am eastern time tonight but will be going earlier))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((REally?! Cool! ::will look!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((1stLt. “GAKBAG.” While somewhat impaired at the Kingsville O’club, he insulted a somewhat impaired instructor’s wife, who proceeded to wail on him. After his classmates pulled her off, he sheepishly apologized and earned his call sign: “Got [Butt] Kicked By A Girl.”))
<Josie_Lyons> ((lol city too polluted to see anything like that))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Josie_Lyons> It’s a nice try, Dave. ::smiles, looks to Tasha:: Are we going to call you Baby for your fearsome call sign, Tasha?
<Tasha_Forge> (( Dave “Smurf” Knight (Norway — his face always turns blue in the low pressure/high-alt chamber) ::snorks::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!))
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs:: Nahhhh I don’t know what to call myself. I honestly don’t.
<Mark_Sulfur> Actually, I like “Quiver”. ::to Dave:: It works perfectly.
<Dave_Santo> ((::dying here::))
<Tasha_Forge> (( Carsten “Cables” Hagen (Norway — once flew through some powerlines…by accident) ::diiies!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((:SOOODEAD!!: all these would so be MBI calsigns. XD))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::dead:: They would XD))
<Tasha_Forge> ((I Know!))
<Dave_Santo> ::nods and smiles:: Well then… since it’s me and you inside it, The Quiver it is
<Mark_Sulfur> Alright. ::grinning, offers a fist to punch::
<Tasha_Forge> ((::Rooooolls!:: Lt. Scottie “Too Hottie” Thompson ))
<Josie_Lyons> Then what, Barber? ::grins pointing to Mark’s hair::
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL they got that from wrestling XD))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((SSgt “Knightmare” Jones (Scared the pilots while on a mission going across the pond. The flight computer died and the crew had to manually fly while he tore it out of the rack and replaced a few of the components.)))
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL that sounds like a villian.))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIIIIES!:: <Mark> alllllllllmost got it……. ::carefully replacing wires:: <Dave and co.>::Screaming like banshees as they fly in the darkness!::))
<Dave_Santo> ((… sounds like me XDDDDDD))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::SOOODEAD:))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::busts up!::))
<Tasha_Forge> (( Lt. T Tony “Mimi” Rodgers ))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::snorks!::))
<Josie_Lyons> Or maybe Scissors. The Clipper?
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!))
<Tasha_Forge> ((…….. ancestors need to stop making these lists…. Lt. Al “Caulk” Blocker ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::CACKLES!::))
<Dave_Santo> ((::is now offically decease XD))
<Tasha_Forge> (( Ohhh! here’s josie! Lt. Pam “BENE” Lyons (Pronounced it like “Beanie” – Been Everywhere Know Everything) ))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::DEAD!!!::))
<Tasha_Forge> Nahhhh….What about you? We gonna call you Ms. Clean? ::smirks::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::SOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!!!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((OMG! Perfect! XD))
<Tasha_Forge> (( Lt. Don “Bun-Bun” Parker (Never let your wife call you by her term of endearment, especially when any JO in the squadron can hear it) ))
<Tasha_Forge> ((<Trina> Oh bun bun! <Joe>………… <Mark>::cackles!:: BUN BUN!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DEAD:))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::diiies::))
<Josie_Lyons> No, that’s just silly.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Cdr. Mike “Fly” Swatta))
<Tasha_Forge> (( okay…last one. one of the best. ::snorking :: –was about to post that one!))
<Dave_Santo> ((::on the floor now… ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Beat ya! XD))
<Tasha_Forge> (( Lt. “Cobb” Web ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD))
<Tasha_Forge> ((oh and Lt. “Leaky” Fawcett ))
<Mark_Sulfur> (((Lt. Bill “Rat Face” Chesser (say “Right Face” with a southern accent)))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIIIIES AT THIS ONE!:: Major “Oh My” Gaud ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DEADDEAD!!::))
<Tasha_Forge> Its no more silly than those you were coming up with for me. ::smirks::
<Dave_Santo> ((can’t take it… anymore!… can’t breath!))
<Tasha_Forge> (( So we got God involved and now Jesus… Capt. “Jesus” Kleist ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((So not touching that one))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sighs at the girls some::
<Josie_Lyons> ::shrugs:: Not like we’re going to be needing them anytime soon since we’re not flying.
<Mark_Sulfur> How about Bicker and Nag? ::dryly, getting even more fed up XD::
<Josie_Lyons> Ha ha. ::razzes Mark::
<Tasha_Forge> ::rolls eyes:: Well it’d be nice if miss Nag over here didn’t come up with stupid names for me.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Lt. Katrina “Roller Girl” Butler))
<Dave_Santo> … That was unfair to call them that Mark
<Josie_Lyons> I was only teasing, Forge.
<Mark_Sulfur> Okay. Fine. I apologize.
<Dave_Santo> Good
<Tasha_Forge> Thanks. ::smiles::
<Josie_Lyons> ::smiles at Dave lol::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((LCdr. Ray “SAGE” Drake (Self-Appointed Guru of Everything)))
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL!!))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::snorks::))
<Dave_Santo> … ::smiles at Josie::
<Dave_Santo> ((LOL)
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Yes, yes. I do know everything. ::flees!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> If we’re done here, I think I’m gonna head to bed.
<Josie_Lyons> ::shrugs:: Goodnight then.
<Tasha_Forge> ((::diiies!::))
<Tasha_Forge> Goodnight, Mark. See you tomorrow.
<Dave_Santo> … I might stay up a little longer… see you in a minute Mark
<Mark_Sulfur> G’night. ::stands, wishing he could warn Tasha with his eyes, but can’t. XD::
<Josie_Lyons> You going to bed too? ::to Tasha::
<Josie_Lyons> ((brb!))
<Tasha_Forge> Yeah I suppose so. ::warn me? Of what?! XD ::
<Mark_Sulfur> :nothing. XD::
<Dave_Santo> Goodnight then Tasha
<Tasha_Forge> ::uh huh… XD will get up:: Goodnight you two. ::smiles at them, heading upstairs behind Mark!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sighs through his nose. Took a lot of effort to bite his tongue::
<Dave_Santo> … So ::blushes at Josie::
<Tasha_Forge> You okay, Mark?
<Mark_Sulfur> I guess.
<Tasha_Forge> That don’t sound like it. Whats up?
<Josie_Lyons> ((back!)0
<Tasha_Forge> ((WB!))
<Dave_Santo> ((WB))
<Josie_Lyons> Goodnight, Tasha. ::then when they’re gone, turns to Dave:: You… want to sit and have some dessert or anything?
<Josie_Lyons> ((ty!))
<Mark_Sulfur> They’re REALLY starting to get on my nerves.
<Tasha_Forge> You and me both….::Shaking head::
<Mark_Sulfur> ;goes to the roof access::
<Dave_Santo> … sounds… nice ::smiles and goes the the fridge::
<Josie_Lyons> ((lol yeah Jake and Chance had a balcony with an umbrella table ‘n chairs))
<Tasha_Forge> Mind if I tag along or you wanna be alone?
<Josie_Lyons> Wonder if we’ve anything sweet to eat. ::peers over his shoulder to look::
<Mark_Sulfur> You’re more than welcome to.
<Dave_Santo> … Someone ate the last of the ice cream
<Tasha_Forge> ::nods and comes along with!:: I’m sorry if I bothered you down there. I got an issue of not shutting up when I get started.
<Josie_Lyons> Probably was Forge. Is there any cake or anything?
<Tasha_Forge> ::hey! don’t blame me for the ice cream!!::
<Mark_Sulfur> Don’t be sorry. Really.
<Dave_Santo> ::moves it about a bit:: There are some Choc Ices at the back
<Tasha_Forge> ::small smile. goes to plop down in a chair:: She just really gets on my nerves sometimes.
<Josie_Lyons> ::why not? It’s easier to -g-::
<Josie_Lyons> Sounds good. Get me one please?
<Tasha_Forge> ::thats evil!::
<Dave_Santo> ::carves on out for her:: It’s iced in a lot
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sits too:: I think they’re just in the phase where they wanna blame the whole world but themselves.
<Josie_Lyons> ::laughs a bit:: Then don’t bother, they may have freezer burn.
<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: I hope you’re right, before I really give Lyons a piece of my mind.
<Mark_Sulfur> I know.
<Mark_Sulfur> And, for the record, you’re not annoying.
<Tasha_Forge> ::kicks back in the chair:: So…whats your cal sign gonna be?
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs;: Thanks…I appreciate that.
<Mark_Sulfur> Arrow.
<Tasha_Forge> Cool. I have no idea what to call myself
<Dave_Santo> … ::sighs:: Well unless you have a secret freezer or fridge we’re not really eatting
<Josie_Lyons> That’s alright… you maybe… want to sit and talk a bit? Watch TV or something before you head off to bed?
<Mark_Sulfur> How about Racer? Speedy? Dust?
<Tasha_Forge> Hmm…..Dust sounds interesting.
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Josie> And I will go villain on you, calling myself Ms. Clean, where I will use my vaccuum of doom to defeat you, Dust! You and your army of bunnies!))
<Dave_Santo> ((::dies!))
<Dave_Santo> Maybe… just be nice to relax a bit for a change now the hard work on the Quiver is done::
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIIES!::)
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> Leave everybody in your dust? ::grins::
<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs:: pretty much.
<Josie_Lyons> ::nods and heads into the breakroom to sit on the sofa:: Thanks for sticking up for me-er us back there, Dave.
<Dave_Santo> … ::goes to sit on ther other side of the sofa… blushes:: I can’t really say anything to tasha but when a man insults a lady… ladies, I have to speak up
<Josie_Lyons> ::smiles:: I’m glad you don’t think I’m a nag.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sighs, rubs at his eyes:: Honestly, why is it so hard to get along with them?
<Dave_Santo> you are just too seniserbal for those two thugs Josie
<Tasha_Forge> Because they refuse to acknowledge that they did wrong too.
<Josie_Lyons> They aren’t the first to call me that. My brothers always called me that among other things. Warden, Gunga-Din, Judge Dredd… ::shakes her head:: I didn’t rat them out unless it was something they really shouldn’t have been doing.
<Dave_Santo> Then you did the just thing
<Mark_Sulfur> I know. ::sighs some:: I don’t know about me, but.. they don’t trust you.
<Josie_Lyons> Yes well… guess my parents are proud to see me “rebel”. If only they knew… ::sighs, leans back against the sofa:: Have you… talked with your mother lately, by the way?
<Tasha_Forge> Don’t trust me?! why not?!
<Dave_Santo> … refuses all my phone calls
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Tasha> I’ll slug ‘em in the eyes, then they’ll trust that! <Mark> O_o; ))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::diiies!::))
<Josie_Lyons> Still? I’m sorry to hear that, Dave. ::reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder::
<Mark_Sulfur> I haven’t a clue. ::eyes narrow:: They seemed to have a lot of issue with you cutting my hair.
<Dave_Santo> ((LOLNESS))
<Tasha_Forge> They can get over it. If they odn’t trust me then there’s plenty of stuff to build my own lil hut out there. I can gladly let them do all the work around here and I’ll get out of their hair. See how long Miss Prissy Pants lasts working on cars…
<Dave_Santo> ::sighs…looking at Josie… bites his lower lip::
<Josie_Lyons> What’s the matter?
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sighs:: Well… I trust you. You at least have one person in this whole dump to talk to.
<Tasha_Forge> Thanks…same to you. ::smiles over at him::
<Dave_Santo> … ::blushes and stands:: I’m… I’m going to head up to bed… Goodnight Josie
<Mark_Sulfur> ::smiles back, then looks up at the stars again::
<Josie_Lyons> Oh- alright… ::stands as well:: I’ll go up with you. ::small smile::
<Josie_Lyons> Walk you to your room.
<Tasha_Forge> Supposed to be a meteor shower tonight…::Looking up::
<Dave_Santo> … ::blushes more to hear her say she’ll go with him… oh boy::
<Josie_Lyons> ::goes with him to the stairs, turning out the lights after themselves:: I think we’ll have a slow day tomorrow. Finished everyone’s orders today and haven’t any on wait.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles:: Wanna stay up and watch?
<Dave_Santo> ::nods and gulps at they reach the door… :: Odd… there’s no light
<Tasha_Forge> Sure. If you want. ::smiles::
<Josie_Lyons> ::quietly:: Perhaps Mark is asleep already?
<Mark_Sulfur> Then settle back and relax.
<Dave_Santo> … ::pokes his head in and looks::… no… nothing
<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: no running off now…::grins. kicks back!::
<Josie_Lyons> Maybe he’s getting his hair permed now? ::giggles and goes to her ‘n Tasha’s room. notes no light either. peeks in:: She’s not here.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::busts up:: I might.
<Tasha_Forge> awww you wouldnt do that now would you?
<Dave_Santo> … ::frowns…:: Do you think…
<Josie_Lyons> What?
<Dave_Santo> You don’t think they … eloped? ::deadly serious:: Because I remember a case much like this a few years ago
<Josie_Lyons> … ::busts up laughing now XD Tasha ‘n Mark can probably hear:: That’s rediculous, I don’t even think they like each other that way.
<Mark_Sulfur> Naw. :grins::
<Tasha_Forge> ::perks ears:: Hey..what was that? ::listening XD::
<Mark_Sulfur> What?
<Dave_Santo> But they are both gone… vanished in the night.
<Tasha_Forge> LIsten. ::points at the door, smirking::
<Josie_Lyons> So? They probably went to have Mark do her hair now or something. She could use it, imagine having that streak of blue hair while an Enforcer. It’s against regulations.
<Tasha_Forge> ::whispers:: It is not!
<Mark_Sulfur> ::snorks:: Sheesh. :listening::
<Dave_Santo> I’m just saying, they both left togther, same time when it wasn’t that late… minutes later they aren’t in their rooms, no sign of a struggle… I’m telling you, they must have.
<Josie_Lyons> Oh Dave, such an imagination.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::rolls his eyes:: Think we shuld tell them?
<Tasha_Forge> Nahhhh…let ‘em keep it up. I wanna hear. ::smirks::
<Josie_Lyons> Who knows what they’re doing, and who cares, so long as they are ready to work tomorrow.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::rolls his eyes again:: Wanna elope?
<Dave_Santo> … I’m worried about them. They are our team mates
<Tasha_Forge> ……..::smirks, reaching over to grab a ring she’s wearing on her right hand and slip it ot the left. grins::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::snorks::
<Josie_Lyons> ::sighs:: Then if you want let’s look throughout the building, but first let’s see if their cars are here.
<Tasha_Forge> Just stay put and see how long it takes ‘em. ::whispered;:
<Dave_Santo> ::nods:: Right
<Mark_Sulfur> ::snorks:: Alright.
<Tasha_Forge> If you hear the door, grab my hand. ::smirks::
<Josie_Lyons> ::goes downstairs and out to the front door. opens it up:: Look. Their cars are still here, Dave. They’re just somewhere in the building.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::busts up;:
<Dave_Santo> … unless… they went on foot
<Josie_Lyons> Dave. We are at the edge of town, it’s a looong walk to anywhere.
<Tasha_Forge> ::grinning.:: Hey..they gonna be mean, I’ll have fun.
<Josie_Lyons> 12 Pawz!