Log: Falling Towards The Sky

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Agent Louisiana, Sigma Ai, and Oquirrh
What: Ever wonder what the city looks like from above?
Where: Louisiana's safe house, Control vehicle bay/air space over Gulch
When: 6/25 Thursday
Warnings: Mild cursing, shenanigans involving two dorks in an aircraft with no doors, Sigma cooking


Louisiana slips out of the pillow fort and stretches out her arms. She hadn't expected to do that with Sigma so soon and especially because he didn't want to go home. However it beat him sleeping at the hospital. This guaranteed good sleep for him. Her not so much. She had waited for him to pass out in order to call Omega before getting her own rest.

She heads into the kitchen and makes two cups of coffee. Bringing them back to the fort, she gently nudges Sigma awake. They had a pretty exciting plan for the day. So it'd be best to make sure he started off in a good mood.

"Hey rise and shine, Rooks. We got a date with a Falcon today."

Comments

[ambitious_muse]

"They're five, but they are loud and slippery and they outnumber you. Trust me. It's bad."

"I can always put in a good word for you," he says. "I'll talk to Omega. We could do a movie night."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"You boys are absolutely walk overs for those two then," she teases, smirking.

"A good word? I thought meeting them was the whole point. But do it if you think it'll go over well. A movie would be pretty great. I'll leave the choice to you all."

[ambitious_muse]

"You're not the first one to say that," he admits, thinking of his sister.

"Well then, we'll have to surprise you." He finishes his beignet and licks the powdered sugar off his fingers. So delicious.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Figure as much."

Louisiana takes a bite out of another beignet. She takes a scoop of sugar and smears on his face. "Oh really? I won't get any hints before it happens?"

[ambitious_muse]

"Excuse me, some of us don't spring stuff on people unannounced!" He does his best to wipe his face but suspects he didn't do much good. Instead, he grabs the bowl of dough and dumps the leftover flour on her.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Sigma!" Mon dieu there wasn't much but it still went all over her shirt. Louisiana retaliates by grabbing the bag of powder sugar. It was still a third full and was an appropriate weapon. "You're dead."

[ambitious_muse]

"Wait! Louisiana, don't waste it," he pleads. "Not the powdered sugar!"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana starts advancing towards him, bag ready to dump. "You better run or else this will be way too easy."

[ambitious_muse]

Maybe, if he's fast enough, she won't waste it. Sigma bolts past her, heading for the living room.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana is hot on his heels, chasing after him. She was going to smash this bag into him if she had to. It was going to happen somehow.

[ambitious_muse]

He has nowhere to run. Getting in the airlock would only slow him down, because helmets are a completely necessary thing, and he needs something between her and him, preferably something with a lock--

The bathroom door.

He knocks down a wall of the pillow fort, hoping to slow her down, and sprints into the bathroom. The door slams shut and he locks it hurriedly.

...Great. Now he's trapped, and she's outside with the powdered sugar.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana halts in her tracks as the fort is almost toppled onto her. She slides out of the way. Well that was going to fun to take care of. Either by rebuilding or putting away.

However she needed to focus back onto her target. The same one who slammed her bathroom door shut. Did he really think that would work?

The lock wasn't a tough one. Grabbing one of her combat knives, she heads over and crouches by the door. All she had to do was slip the blade in just right. Then it was time to douse Sigma.

[ambitious_muse]

She's too quiet. Sigma knows better than to trust that. He needs to hide, but where? Really, there's only the shower. He climbs inside and draws the curtain--no, too close. Bad idea.

All right. Nowhere to hide.

But the shower is connected to an extendable hose. . .

[spectre_de_la_mort]

The lock gives a soft click after the knife's been properly placed. Louisiana places it safely away after pulling the door ajar. So far nothing. Which was rather weird.

Grabbing the bag of sugar, she opens the door fully. No body was in there. At least not in the open. The curtain the shower had been drawn.

She smirks, advancing quietly towards it.

[ambitious_muse]

The door clicks open. Sigma doesn't dare to breathe for fear she'll hear him. He stands pressed against the wall, the shower nozzle detached in one hand and the other on the water. She's coming. He knows it. But when should he strike back? He has no idea, and he certainly can't hear her.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She snatches the curtain open and dumps the powder sugar in her victim. However Louisiana doesn't have time to realize what he held in his hands. It was too late when she noticed the shower nozzle.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma cranks on the water the minute he sees her shadow against the shadow curtain. Water sprays out, hitting her in the face and deflecting some of the powdered sugar. Most of it settles in his hair, though. He coughs into his shoulder but keeps the water coming.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana gets blasted with water. She quickly backs up and raises up her arm to block the water. "Dammit Sigma!"

[ambitious_muse]

He's not putting the hose down. No way. If anything, he clings tighter to the shower head, because it's the only thing keeping her back.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She growls softly and ducks underneath the spray. Her hand grabs ahold of the nozzle. Grabbing the front of his shirt, she turns it around to spray him instead.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma tries to force it down so it's at least out of his face, but Louisiana's too strong. He stumbles against the wall and faces away from the spray instead.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She gets him soaked as much as she is before turning off the water. Wiping off her face, Louisiana places the shower head back. "Nice one, Rooks. Now we're both wet."

[ambitious_muse]

"You thought I wouldn't defend myself? Did you get the powdered sugar out of my hair?" he asks, pouting.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana gives a shrug, laughing. "I don't know. You want me to spray you again just in case?"

[ambitious_muse]

"You know, I think I'll pass." He reaches up to pat his hair down. His fingers come away sticky. "I think I need a real shower to get your mess cleaned up."