04-23-2004, 02:12 AM
âAnd hopefully, Iâll be seeing ye too,â âVok added to the bikini clad cutey as he left the computer bay. He threw his dripping wet shirt over his shoulder, and continued down the stairs in search of the laundry. He wasnât sure what to make of the flirtation he and AJ had shared. He thought that he would be utterly enjoying his first night on fantasy island, but fate seemed to have handed him a false map. âOh well, its not like this place isnât chock full of fine little treats. But first, Iâve gotta do something about this smell.â âVok had come straight from the Vault, and had nothing to wear but the clothes on his back. And those clothes hadnât been washed in a very long time. He often traveled light anyway, seeing as how a set of shape shifting pants was sort of hard to come by in this neck of the woods. But even a pirate had to wash up once in a while. The only problem was, he didnât have one damned clue where the laundry was.
At first, he thought it would be on the ground floor, somewhere around the living quarters. So he began to hunt. A bathroom, three closets and a microscopic temporal vortex (hiding behind the vacuum cleaner) was all he had been able to find until he stumbled into the kitchen. He hadnât even realized he was hungry until he discovered the kitchen, but then his stomach spoke up in order to tell him that he was indeed ravenous. So he grabbed a delicious looking turkey leg out of the refrigerator and began to chow down. Apparently being a few hours from Orlando had its advantages. But, as delicious as it was, the food was not getting the stink off of him. So he made his way back to the buildingâs entryway, and tried to get his bearings. But now, the floor seemed to be far less abandoned than it had been only moments earlier. He could hear the distinct sound of a shower running, and the telltale sounds of a ticked off dog. Curious, he went back down the corridor to the living quarters, only to find Cameron sitting in AJâs room, talking to Vickie. âVok stood in the doorway staring at the other man for a moment before walking in. He didnât say a word to Cameron: he simply walked over to the table and grabbed the bottle of Jamaican Rum. He pried the cork from the bottleâs neck with his teeth and spit it into the wastebasket. With a nod of his head and a tip of the bottle in Camâs direction, âVok continued his search for the laundry.
It was quite obvious that the laundry was no where on the ground level floor, so he would have to continue his search. He once again found the stairwell, and took it down to the basement. There, âVok found a full gym, a few empty offices and at long last, the laundry. He was almost happy for the seclusion. He figured it would be hard to explain the Skrull uniform tumbling around the washing machine. But he would take his chances since his clothes hadnât had a good cleaning in longer than even he would care to admit. So, he stripped off every last stitch and threw them into the machine. With his laundry under way, âVok stood naked as the day he was born, and drained the last few drops of dark liquor from the suddenly too small bottle.
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At first, he thought it would be on the ground floor, somewhere around the living quarters. So he began to hunt. A bathroom, three closets and a microscopic temporal vortex (hiding behind the vacuum cleaner) was all he had been able to find until he stumbled into the kitchen. He hadnât even realized he was hungry until he discovered the kitchen, but then his stomach spoke up in order to tell him that he was indeed ravenous. So he grabbed a delicious looking turkey leg out of the refrigerator and began to chow down. Apparently being a few hours from Orlando had its advantages. But, as delicious as it was, the food was not getting the stink off of him. So he made his way back to the buildingâs entryway, and tried to get his bearings. But now, the floor seemed to be far less abandoned than it had been only moments earlier. He could hear the distinct sound of a shower running, and the telltale sounds of a ticked off dog. Curious, he went back down the corridor to the living quarters, only to find Cameron sitting in AJâs room, talking to Vickie. âVok stood in the doorway staring at the other man for a moment before walking in. He didnât say a word to Cameron: he simply walked over to the table and grabbed the bottle of Jamaican Rum. He pried the cork from the bottleâs neck with his teeth and spit it into the wastebasket. With a nod of his head and a tip of the bottle in Camâs direction, âVok continued his search for the laundry.
It was quite obvious that the laundry was no where on the ground level floor, so he would have to continue his search. He once again found the stairwell, and took it down to the basement. There, âVok found a full gym, a few empty offices and at long last, the laundry. He was almost happy for the seclusion. He figured it would be hard to explain the Skrull uniform tumbling around the washing machine. But he would take his chances since his clothes hadnât had a good cleaning in longer than even he would care to admit. So, he stripped off every last stitch and threw them into the machine. With his laundry under way, âVok stood naked as the day he was born, and drained the last few drops of dark liquor from the suddenly too small bottle.
the details of this post were ok'd by the GM