The thing is that Kiriona almost feels bad for them. Buuut there’s been a persistent itch underneath her dead-girl skin ever since she stepped foot on the landing pad.
They stand together in the electrical room. Nova’s spacesuit is a sleek black, contrasting delightfully with the blinding white of her own uniform. Too bad it’s soon to be covered in guts ‘n’ gore.
Kiriona does not dare fuck with the woman in the grey suit — Millie — or the one in yellow — Crown — and she’s even tentative to kill the one donned in cyan, despite the way she seems to dance around her in every empty room. Almost baiting, she would say, if she didn’t know any better.
The Gaia girl is, unfortunately, a complete fucking sucker. In more ways than one, she grins to herself.
Absurdly, she thinks first of giving head.
Second comes her alien tendrils, twisting impatiently inside her open wound of a chest.
“Nova,” she calls gleefully. Oh, she’s gonna fuck this bitch up good.
“Griddle,” Nova’s voice returns flatly, “I do insist you call me Harrow.”
Kiriona’s nose wrinkles. “Well, call me whatever the hell you like, as long as you’re screaming my name.”
(There is a sputtering over the — mic? No, the intercom. Static shaped like sound — like uncontrollable fucking laughter. She didn’t even intend the innuendo… this time.)
“I despise you,” Nova sighs, “so dearly.” And: “Get on with it.”
“Whuh — hey,” she whines. “You had me figured out?”
“Ever since you butchered Tettares,” she says dryly. “He cursed you out rather loudly.”
“Whatever,” Gaia sniffs. It’s not like this affects her in any way at all. “C’mere, girl.”
The scene flashes red — fades to black.
-
‘VICTORY’, emboldened across the top of the — oh, to hell with it now — iPad screen. Weird little bean thing standing proudly in the center.
Which is, coincidentally, what Gideon calls her c—
“Oh, good game, Gideon Nav,” Dulcinea rejoices, admiration evident in her voice.
“It was nothing, ma’am.” Gideon pictures tipping an imaginary hat, face flushed.
“I introduced you to this stupid game,” Isaac bemoans, “and you betrayed me!”
“Get good,” Gideon snarks — to a chorus of utter despair and disappointment.
FILL: Team Griddlehark
They stand together in the electrical room. Nova’s spacesuit is a sleek black, contrasting delightfully with the blinding white of her own uniform. Too bad it’s soon to be covered in guts ‘n’ gore.
Kiriona does not dare fuck with the woman in the grey suit — Millie — or the one in yellow — Crown — and she’s even tentative to kill the one donned in cyan, despite the way she seems to dance around her in every empty room. Almost baiting, she would say, if she didn’t know any better.
The Gaia girl is, unfortunately, a complete fucking sucker. In more ways than one, she grins to herself.
Absurdly, she thinks first of giving head.
Second comes her alien tendrils, twisting impatiently inside her open wound of a chest.
“Nova,” she calls gleefully. Oh, she’s gonna fuck this bitch up good.
“Griddle,” Nova’s voice returns flatly, “I do insist you call me Harrow.”
Kiriona’s nose wrinkles. “Well, call me whatever the hell you like, as long as you’re screaming my name.”
(There is a sputtering over the — mic? No, the intercom. Static shaped like sound — like uncontrollable fucking laughter. She didn’t even intend the innuendo… this time.)
“I despise you,” Nova sighs, “so dearly.” And: “Get on with it.”
“Whuh — hey,” she whines. “You had me figured out?”
“Ever since you butchered Tettares,” she says dryly. “He cursed you out rather loudly.”
“Whatever,” Gaia sniffs. It’s not like this affects her in any way at all. “C’mere, girl.”
The scene flashes red — fades to black.
-
‘VICTORY’, emboldened across the top of the — oh, to hell with it now — iPad screen. Weird little bean thing standing proudly in the center.
Which is, coincidentally, what Gideon calls her c—
“Oh, good game, Gideon Nav,” Dulcinea rejoices, admiration evident in her voice.
“It was nothing, ma’am.” Gideon pictures tipping an imaginary hat, face flushed.
“I introduced you to this stupid game,” Isaac bemoans, “and you betrayed me!”
“Get good,” Gideon snarks — to a chorus of utter despair and disappointment.
So begins another round.