spaceblasterchic: by thereductionist (Default)
Barbarella was outside. Highlight the was.

She comes back in the backdoor, rubbing her hands over her arms, even though she is in long sleeves. She only stayed out a few moments before she started to feel...

Well, like she was being watched.

Which, is probably true. She is used to that sort of thing (the future may be all about equality and love, but sometimes sentients can be rude all the same), and this is a rather strange bar with strange people. Sometimes, those people like to watch others rather than engage, like to know things. That's perfectly fine!

All the same, she felt... uncomfortable (something she isn't very used to) outside.

Instead, she has a seat at the Bar. "Mmm, have any suggestions for something warm and... maybe a little spicy?" she asks Bar, all flirt.


Originally posted: http://milliways-bar.dreamwidth.org/24586572.html
participating in the Slender Man plot for Halloween
spaceblasterchic: by thereductionist (Default)
Barbarella (where'd she come from? Where'd she GO?) is seated at a large table, several small pieces of plastic and metal scattered around her glass of something sparkly.

She twirls a bit of hair around her finger as she squints at a metal cartridge. Letting go of her hair, she picks up an oily rag and begins to scrub out the inside of the cartridge.

"Honestly," she tells the space blaster parts good naturally, "you are sometimes more trouble than you're worth."

"Oh, who am I kidding? You are entirely worth it." She kisses the cartridge and moves on to the next part.

What can she say? She loves her loyal guns!

original here: http://milliways-bar.dreamwidth.org/24532618.html
spaceblasterchic: by thereductionist (Default)
Ding.

Ding ding.

Ding.



Did you know that Milliways has an elevator?

It does! It comes up from the garage. And other plot point related places, when required.


Right now, the elevator is going "ding". That's strange, isn't it?



[tiny tag: Barbarella]

original post: http://milliways-bar.dreamwidth.org/24123627.html
spaceblasterchic: by SOMEONE NOT ME (sexy even in my space helmet)
Barbarella narrows her eyes at the "GARAGE ENTRANCE" sign in front of her.

She had been circling around some ice dwarf planet on her way to Tau Ceti when suddenly, she wasn't. Now, her ship and all are hovering outside the "main gate" of the "Milliways Garage and Long Term Parking". Another sign next to a ticket machine encouraged her to "take one" or "wait for valet".

"Now is not the time for a zero-g walk!" She decided and gunned the engine, shooting over the entrance gate and inside the garage. Hundreds of ships and cars and other...things were scattered about in real lined parking spaces like she used to see in the vids. Her computer informed her that an airlock had engaged behind her, and that the atmosphere was now breathable.

She picked far away from the other vehicles (didn't want to get her new paint job scratched up!) and twisted her herself around to see around all sides of her ship.

"Well."

Barbarella shrugs and squeezes out of the cockpit. Knife in boot, check. Gun strapped to hip, check. More gun cartridges, check. She weighs a tiny gun in her hand, unzips the front of her body suit and tucks it into her bra. She jiggles and bounces in the mirror: aha, can't see it! Back up weapon, check! Then, her body suit gets the once over. No tears, check! Take that, wily cavemen of the land without sunrise!

"Adventure isn't going to come to me!"

She slides down through the rear escape hatch and rolls to her feet in front of--

"An elevator?" She squints at the button that reads 'press me :D?'. No floor listings, not other buttons. "I don't know if I should trust a button that wants to be pressed. Are you a naughty button?" The button flashed at her. "Well, at least you're an honest, naughty button." And presses it.

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