016 [Action - forward dated to Saturday morning]

[deathsdoctor]

Sumire, quit it…

[Ah, the trials of pet ownership. Especially pet ownership on a Saturday morning when all you want to do is sleep in and the cat? The cat won’t quit until she gets a little love and attention.

Even if it means she has to use such underhanded tactics as kneading a guy in the breasts with her claws out.




…

… breasts!?]

HNN!

[Yeah, he – wait, no, she, has nothing more to say about that. Female. Woman. Right. Like he… argh… SHE had a run in with Emporio Ivankov, and this is just a Devil Fruit effect. Rolling out of bed now. Staring in the mirror.]




[Okay. One thing more.]

… hnnn… great. I need coffee.

[And a bra. Or better yet, bindings. Icons really don’t do justice to how bosomy Law is for such a slender frame. OP woman you know.

Or she can just let it all hang free.

… so tempting right now…

But coffee first. PRIORITIES.]

[You can catch the lady in question stalking into town not too long after. You see… the clothing problem hasn’t stopped at bras and other lacy unmentionable related troubles. Comes with the territory of being a slender but muscular guy and suddenly finding yourself in possession of some damn hips – we don’t lie – but as tempting as just saying fuck it all and going stark naked, Law rather likes her dignity.

After that, it’s the flower shop for some seeds for herbs. Lunch is next… maybe she’ll even poke up to Cloud Nine out of curiosity, and then it’s time for some hardcore training just so she can get used to this body. Her center of gravity is so off right now.

After that… who knows? Lady Law here will be all over the place. Catch her wherever.]

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Comments

[deathsdoctorine]

Hmmmm... [Teasingly thoughtful] Might risk it if it blasts me all the way back to the Grand Line, you know.

But, nah, maybe next time. I think I may have had enough of cataclysmic bar explosions for a lifetime.

[redjacketthief]

You can never have enough bar explosions! [le gasp!]

But I thought it was Albuquerque, not Mexico City, and that our starting point was Santa Monica...

It might be worth a try sometime around here--maybe it would mess with the Malnosso tech enough to send us home!

[the_other_leblanc]

...I said never again, and I meant never again Lupin. At least not while I'm working on something. The last thing I built under the influence turned into a clockwork babydoll full of battery acid.

You never did tell me what you used that for, by the way.

[deathsdoctorine]

You can have enough bar explosions [Raising a sage finger here.] when you're in the bar while it's exploding.

[Glance over. Hey, Law is curious here.]

[redjacketthief]

...but that's when you high-tail it out of there at full speed, right? Who cares about speed limits when you're out gunning an explosion?

[the_other_leblanc]

...The doll, Lupin. What did you do with the doll. Inquiring minds want to know.

[deathsdoctorine]

[Shrug.] Sometimes you don't get that chance.

... yes they do. What about the doll.

[redjacketthief]

[Oh, that doll.]

Some things are best left unknown.

[the_other_leblanc]

...Lupin. Did you lose it?

[deathsdoctorine]

... did it get destroyed? [Other possibility.]

[redjacketthief]

Remember how we were talking about explosions earlier...?

[the_other_leblanc]

...it was full of battery acid. What did you use to make it explode?

[deathsdoctorine]

[Law has an idea.]

... I'm going to guess hydrogen peroxide here. Am I right?

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin winks playfully.] Law's got the right idea. I didn't make it explode by itself!

...if you were wondering why I'm not allowed in Jacksonville? That's why.

[the_other_leblanc]

And I liked that bar in Jacksonville. [She huffs a sigh and resumes picking at the spider camera.]

[deathsdoctorine]

[Okay, there definitely way more than one experiment effect at play here. Ah well... she can roll with that.]

... what is that you're working on, Miss Adele? Camera?

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin answers for her.] It's another techie thing that she's always playing with. What does this one do again, Angel?

[the_other_leblanc]

It's a replacement spy camera for the one you lost on the last mission, Lupin. It was supposed to fly up onto one of the Third Party's ships and do a scan of it's workings so I could replicate it- but. You hurled the Hulk at the ship instead and we lost all the data.

[deathsdoctorine]

Oh. Oh, I see. I didn't know you had sent one up. [This is totally plausible with how chaotic things had been during the first attack, and that Law had been occupied with another ship.] Well... dear.

It was good timing that you hurled him when you did, though. That ship was setting up for a kamikaze attack.

[redjacketthief]

[He shrugs.] Sorry about that, then. Didn't realize you were working on a plan like that. I'm not much use in an actual fight, but getting creati e never hurts.

...Thanks, Law. It looked like they were up to something, but I couldn't tell just what it was.

[the_other_leblanc]

I sent up three- only one made it to the actual ship. Hulk arrived not long after.

[She snorts and looks back over at Lupin.]

Though considering the alternative, the hulk-a-pult was a...smashing, success?

[deathsdoctorine]

[She doesn't get the pun, all pop culture blind as she is, and is momentarily puzzled as she catches the play on words. Instead she nods and smiles.]

Certainly was. They never knew what hit them.

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin chuckles at the joke.] At least it was my one good contribution to that mission. I don't think I'll jump so eagerly on the next one though. Seeing a Kraken once in a lifetime is enough.

[the_other_leblanc]

It did make me wonder if I shouldn't make a design based on octopods rather than insectoids. A little squid camera might be more useful in certain missions.

[deathsdoctorine]

Aa, they are not all so bad. Not like drafts, anyway.

... it was my second time facing that Kraken. [Law frowns briefly. She... well, he at the time, had warned Davis it was in those waters.] Well, I'm sure it was the same one. Same scars. Still pretty small, though. ... ones back home are much bigger, you see. I wonder if it was a baby.