Fé stepped into her room and stretched with a sigh, using the movement to toss her shirt into the hamper, leaving her in the close-fitting, cropped black tank top that served as underwear. Her pants were still on when she flopped onto the temporary-ish bed that occupied part of the room, attempting to free herself from her boots for a moment with just her feet before giving up. It was fine for the moment as she took some time to just chill.

She was a bit tired after the big feast, and a decent bit of drinking there, but... She tapped her feet excitedly on the ground even as the rest of her body lay still. They were going to fight the Empire!

Fé Kelborn wrote: ↑

Tue Sep 27, 2022 1:40 am

Fé stepped into her room and stretched with a sigh, using the movement to toss her shirt into the hamper, leaving her in the close-fitting, cropped black tank top that served as underwear. Her pants were still on when she flopped onto the temporary-ish bed that occupied part of the room, attempting to free herself from her boots for a moment with just her feet before giving up. It was fine for the moment as she took some time to just chill.

She was a bit tired after the big feast, and a decent bit of drinking there, but... She tapped her feet excitedly on the ground even as the rest of her body lay still. They were going to fight the Empire!

While the player of Mauricio had been swamped with work, the ex-Death Watch trooper had been in the background of pregame, present and participating.

At the end of it all, he had finally made his way to the room. The black henly he wore beneath the armor, the buttons artfully undone, a small beskar chain with the symbol of clan Reeves on the end, peeking through the opening.

He had entered a bit after Fé had, a gloved hand wiping away the bit of liquor on his lips, a small flask tucked away.

"Oh, sorry, not trying to be rude." His low voice heavily accented, as he closed the door, making his way to his bunk on the other side. "Seems a hunt will be on, eh?"

Mauricio Reeves wrote: ↑

Mon Oct 03, 2022 1:16 am

While the player of Mauricio had been swamped with work, the ex-Death Watch trooper had been in the background of pregame, present and participating.

At the end of it all, he had finally made his way to the room. The black henly he wore beneath the armor, the buttons artfully undone, a small beskar chain with the symbol of clan Reeves on the end, peeking through the opening.

He had entered a bit after Fé had, a gloved hand wiping away the bit of liquor on his lips, a small flask tucked away.

"Oh, sorry, not trying to be rude." His low voice heavily accented, as he closed the door, making his way to his bunk on the other side. "Seems a hunt will be on, eh?"

She pushed herself up onto he hands, giving him a grin. "What's rude?" This gave her the impetus to finally lean over and start taking off her boots. "It will. Won't like, I'm happy about the decision. What do you think?"