Smithy (bunnyhole): *sleeping. her eyes are shut for once. safe and secure in her bunny hole. mattress warm and comfortable, along with the suprisingly swealtering temperature of the underground lab, she's not at all chill depite the fact that she's in boots and underwear only. she squirms into the warmth of her bed.*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He's sitting against the opposite wall, smoking a cigarette. The man's been very careful not to touch anything in the place...he's kind of scared to. So he just sits there, comofortable in the heat and idly hoping the smoke doesn't make anything blow up.

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she makes a noise in her sleep, jolting awake and groping for her guns, eyes wide*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Ay!" Hands comes out, in a 'don't shoot' gesture. "Ay...s'okay...just me. Y'okay?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): *noises, falling into a snort as she sees who it is. oh yeah. she stops reaching for the guns and cranks her head so far sideways it looks painful* Joo still here? When'd I log out? *she looks vaguelly irritated, clomping over with a jiggle*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Yeh, still here." He nods. "I dunno...a while ago. Ain't gotta watch, I'm afraid, an' I didn't wanna fuck with yer computer to try an' find out. An' it ain't like y'got windows."

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she looks around. what would be the point of windows. all you'd see would be dirt. an odd look before she throws herself into a sitting position beside him and brings a hand up for his smoke*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He hands over the cigarette. "Y'feelin' better?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she nods and rubs her nose before stickinng the smoke between tattooed lips and mumbling* Hp up motherfucker. *a half grin as she draws the smoke into her lungs and turns to clunk her feet on his leg, crossing her own legs. you get a nice veiw of all the startling tattoos* joo?

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Yeah, I'm better." He nods a little, smiling faintly, despite the blush at the woman's rather casual disregard of decency. He pulls a smoke of his own.

Smithy (bunnyhole): right. why joo get ganked by the vamp? *she asks, finishing the last of her smoke, leaning back on one arm*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Why?" He raises an eyebrow...he knows she means Spitfire...vampire, though. C'mon...he shrugs. "Asshole's been tryin' t'start a fight with me since he first laid eyes on me. Finally said okay...an' he caught me with a couple lucky shots. Little fucker."

Smithy (bunnyhole): Fucker's trying to pick a fight with me too. *she snorts* vampires are assholes. *truth. she's yet to meet a vampire she likes. * Shooting them does jack shit.. figure you've gotta like. stake em with silver or some shit.

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "He ain't a vampire," he says with a shake of his head. "Ain't no such things." He believes that firmly. Never mind that his only friends count an ex-vampire, a ghoul, another vampire, and now, sort of, a mage. Nope, no such things as the supernatural.

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she snorts* damn right. But this is a game. *a wink of a circuitted eye, she rolls over until her feet clink off him and gets up, croaking* Shuttem or Go through a colorshift. *she bends over and hauls up a board*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "A color shift?" He frowns, then shrugs, doing what he assumes she means, and shutting his eyes.

Smithy (bunnyhole): Yeah, *she peels off the underwear and tosses it in the corner next to him, slithering into another pair and contemplating pants* fuck.. what is the fucking Temp level in here. my skins melting here..

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Dunno. It's hot, though." He reaches up to rub at his forehead. "Lemme know when I can open my eyes.."

Smithy (bunnyhole): oh yeah, you're good. *she throws herself beside him with a clunk and a jiggle. too hot for pants, a hiss as her gear catches and she has to detach herself from her underwear* Only wearin fucking underskin ause your ass gets all rashy

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He opens his eyes and looks over, then flushes again and looksback to focusing on his cigarette. "Yeah...I see that."

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she snorts as he blushes again. something was wrong with him. she withdraws McDonalds from the floor. somehow still warm. it was like th floor just.. spewed mcdonalds food unnaturally. 4 cheeseburgers are tossed in his lap as she digs out 2 beer*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: The McDonald's is greatfully taken. "Thanks." He unwraps one and starts to chow down. "So how much McDonald's ya got in there? There some guy down there cookin' fer ya or somethin'?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): naw. This shits easy as hell to clone. *she mutters, taking one of the burgers from his lap and wedging a beer between his legs, before leaning back on the wall beside him. she unwraps her burger adn surveys him as she chews*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Ahh. Makes sense." The kind of sense that makes none at all. The beer is popped open, and he takes a good, strong swig from it, before going back to his food. "So, c'n I ask? Why live here, and not elsewhere? You hidin' from someone, or jus' like the privacy?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): This is a game input point. I can hax the system directly from here. The code's got less time to be corrupted. Less chance of getting all fucked like when I tried to add another mattress to the bunnyhole's inventory. *she opens the beer with her teeth and spits the bottlecap at her lappy with a disrespectful TINK*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Right." He nods a little bit...not getting any of that, beyond trying to make a mattress and getting fucked up. "So that's what happened? Ya tried t' make a mattress appear, and the mattress blew and ya got all fucked up?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): corrupted code. *she nods, taking a long swig of beer. she notes ketchup has slopped on her breast and scoops it up with a finger*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Huh." He frowns a little bit, pointedly ignoring anything that goes near the breast region, and takes another swig of beer. "You try t'make shit appear a lot?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she shrugs* whenever I need shit. *she rubs the rest of the ketchup form her breast. that would be sticky. could her tongue reach it...? no. breasts too stiff. she gives up and eats the last bite of her hamburger, wiping the remaining greas on her boots and finishing her beer in a series of guzzles*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He quickly finishes up his food, and works on the beer, savoring it a little bit. "Must be a handy skill to have. How ya do it?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): told joo n00b. I hax shit. *she rolls the beer bottle away from her and lies down with a jiggle of silicone, head on the giants thigh. a scratch behind her ear* I are teh 1337 haxxor

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He blinks at that. "So, just by doin' shit on the computer, you make shit happen in real life?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): This is a gaaaaaaaaaaame n00b. Joor ass is asleep. N-P-C. I couldn't hax RL. just like there aren't fucking vampires in RL. Check it out.. *she gets up and moves to the lappy, gesturing to his beer bottle*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He raises an eyebrow, not quite sure if he's supposed to pay attention to the laptop or the beer bottle. He chooses the bottle.

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she taps some code into the lappy, none too optimistic.*

Smithy (bunnyhole): d10: arete: 10,2,4,

Smithy (bunnyhole): *a glance in his direction, she mutters* don't eat it. I'll use it on crackers.

Smithy (bunnyhole): d10: arete: 9,1,6,

William Halloran [Bunny Hole] -> Smithy (bunnyhole): ((In case you didn't catch the ICQ...Gonna want one more roll, to get another success for this one.))

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He's frowning, looking from her to the bottle. Totally lost, now.

Smithy (bunnyhole): d10: arete: 2,5,6,

Smithy (bunnyhole): *the distinctive pat of the my-sharona drumbeat, and she hits enter, looking at his beer bottle expectantly*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He blinks as the bottle turns into...butter? He sits there, holding it stupidly, before he drops it into his lap. "What the fuck...?"

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: d10: Paradox: 10,8,4,

William Halloran [Bunny Hole] -> Smithy (bunnyhole): ((Soakable; it's Bashing))

Smithy (bunnyhole): d10: soak: 5,9,

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she grunts as her hands pixelate a moment, swearing in what sounds an awful lot like russian*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He looks from the butter bottle to Smithy, blinking. Bottle...Smithy. Bottle...Smithy.

Smithy (bunnyhole): Its a game.. *she shrugs, holding her rapidly bleeding side* Gimme that before you melt it..

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He picks up the bottle, then hands it to her with a slightly shaky hand. "Umm...yer bleedin' again."

Smithy (bunnyhole): enh.. *she shrugs , not looking at the blood now staing the waistband of her underwear. she takes the beer bottle, then realizing there's still beer in it she jerks her chin* open your mouth.

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He blinks, wary, and then, slowly, opens his mouth. Not sure if she's gonna turn his tongue into lettuce or something.

Smithy (bunnyhole): *beer's poured into his mouth, she touches his throat with the other hand beaming like a maniac, white eyes bright*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: Mmm...beer mixed with butter. Harry Potter would be so proud. He swallows the couple mouthfuls, and shrugs with a nervous smile. "Thanks. Think I needed that."

Smithy (bunnyhole): so. *she prys up a board and tosses it underneath, before plopping into the giants lap, knees on eitherside of his thighs, something of a stretch, facing him and peering at him .. considering with a grin* So. joo awake yet? *she's not going to slap him this time... searching his face*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Umm...I dunno." He regards her curiously...being embarassed by her nudity not so much of a big deal right now. "How do I know?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): well.. *she thinks. how did she know. ah. oh yes* In the "real world". *complete with fake finger quotations* Does glass turn into butter? *she puts a hand up to his mouth, butter there, apparently wanting him to lick it*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Umm. No, definitely not." He looks at the butter on her hand...this is too surreal. He hesitantly leans forward and licks the butter...yep. It's butter...

Smithy (bunnyhole): joo *she pokes his chest with a grimey finger, beeeeaming* Have been asleep. Totally logged into the game. Now... joo understand its a game. *she grins and nods, pleased as punch*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Yeah...okay." He stares at the butter bottle, and then back at her. "That's some fucked-up shit."

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she just looks at him. no. shit... he's FINALLY gotten it. she cranks her head sideways and gives a little squeal*

Smithy (bunnyhole): *some bouncing on his lap, not entirely un-girlish. She's pleased, beaming at him. thats 2 she's woken up*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: Okay, NOW with the heavy facial flushing and uncomfortable shifting. Topless woman bouncing on his lap who just changed a bottle into the fixin's for a backed potato. More the first part then the latter.

Smithy (bunnyhole): joo's awake now n00b! Now stop getting ganked by Vampires and you can ride my coattails as I powerlevel! *she smacks his chest hard with both hands, grinning a face splitting grin* Fux. Gunther's seen me teleport fucking Streetlights and his Dumb npc ass is Still snoring, like some cracked out fucking ...rp..er..*she trails off, giving a frown*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He tilts his head a little, watching her warily. "Umm...whatcha frownin' for?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): *white eyes narrow, then slip to the side... was gunther .. an rper? her shoulder slump a little. that would explain alot. she shakes her head to will* Pff. fuck. nothing. Smithy's fine. Hows the Hillgiant?

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Ummm..." He shrugs a little. "Fine, I guess. Just...wierded out, a little, I guess, y'know?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she nods, twisting her face into a frown and then back to a smile. a jiggling shrug*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: d10: Per+Emp: 9,9,6,9,

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: ((William stole all Aerin's successes!!!))

Smithy (bunnyhole): ((*laughs* well. no gypsy curse has been laid on him. ))

Smithy (bunnyhole) -> William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: She's feeling somewhat used by gunther, apparently an rp'er is akin to being a liar in smithy's world. She's elated that Will's caught on, it was pretty exasperating having him insist on being awake when she knew better.. but she's also a little awkward about the fact that A- she's on his lap. And B - she's so pleased he's woken up. ... looks like the loon has taken a shine to the big man. she's a little lonely it seems. hard being the only one awake.

Smithy (bunnyhole) -> William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: nut since smithy's a solo player, and quite frankly blew up the last people she was will.. she's a little concerned

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He raises an eyebrow at something, and then clears his throat, that flush coming back. "Ummm...so. Uh. What's the, uh, plan now?"

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she screws up her face. she hadn't thought of that. the maddie leans back and cracks her spine with a twang of vertabrae* ... uh.. more game-beer! *a grin.. yeah? that sounds good to you? she leans over and to haul more beer out the floor*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Yeah...'at sounds like a fuckin' plan." He grins a little at that. Beer, he could definitely use.

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she snorts and smears blood along a massive knee, retreiving 2 beer and plunking one in his lap. a wraggle of eyebrows as she bites of the cap and spits it over her shoulder*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He pops the cap off his and takes a deep, deep drink off the beer. A little grin, wiping at his mouth. "'At's better."

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she cranks her head sideways and blinks with a click, then downs her own beer. its hard to tell if she even tastes it, white eyes remaining on him*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He smirks a little bit, finishing it in the second drink, and sets it aside. "Ummm...think I'm gonna hafta use the bathroom in a few. Then I guess I better, like, get some sleep or somethin'...less we got some other plans."

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she nods and tosses the bottle with the others, grinning* yeah, just head outtop and release liquid to the bush. I could zone it out, but thats a pain in my pixellated asshole. *she yawns. yeah. sleep sounded good. she grinds off his lap and heads to hook up the ladder. thank god its sturdy. it'd have to be, considering all the shit she carries up and down it*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He nods a little and gets to his feet, following behind. Once the ladders set up, he climbs up, moving to relieve himself before climbing back down.

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she's kicking off those huge boots when he comes back down, a wild eyed glance up, she intones in a robot voice* Urination, complete. *she smirks*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Yeah, complete." He smirks a little bit and takes the ladder down, setting it back in it's spot. He drops to a sitting position on the mattress, reaching down and unlacing his boots. Off they go, and he sighs. "Sleep time."

Smithy (bunnyhole): *she tongues her teeth. so.. well. yeah. ok. She crawls over and pushes the man into a lying position, decently strong despite the pale "i may just die from all this blood loss" look. Asshole takes up the entire mattress.. a scowl before she kicks his boots away from her and croaks* Lights! *the bunny hole is plunged into darkness, a shuffling and clanking from smithy*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: He shifts onto his side, to give some room...when the lights go out, after the shuffling and clanking, the man's deep bass sounds in the darkness. "Umm...that a gun in yer pocket?"Please say yes please say yes please say yes...

Smithy (bunnyhole): Actually its coded into my ribcage. check it out. *groping.. nope. that was not a hand.. where was.. ah.. there it is.. she yanks his hand up over her hip to rest on her now bare side. skin..metal.. bullet chamber.. flesh.. slick blood.. barrel.. pokey ribs.. *

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: Twitch twich...groping...then the hand comes to rest on her side, very tentative, and... "How the...shit. That's, umm...fuck."

Smithy (bunnyhole): yeah. Game glitch. Fuxxed up. *a snort* Fucker doesn't stop bleeding either. Permagibbed. *she shrugs and presses back into him. he was warm and she was clammy, Gunsmith still low on hp from the butter haxxing*

William Halloran [Bunny Hole]: "Shit." He tenses a little as she presses up against him, but manages to get himself to relax, alcohol and force of will prevailing over anxieties, and he moves to put his arm around the crazy gunsmith, eyes shutting. "Uhh....g'night."

Smithy (bunnyhole): yeah, loggin out. .. ... .. . night. *she tenses at his arm, then shifts around, and conks out, drawing his arm tighter around her in her sleep*

Smithy (bunnyhole): (FTB)