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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[Parisbre56]

Jim hangs out wherever Team G is supposed to be, because it looks like Miyamoto plunked us in the area that got nuked. I could be wrong.

You guys are reserve, so yeah, I just put your team somewhere in the middle so you'll all have easy access. Also, remember everybody in this team has jetpacks now, so don't forget to use them.

Wait, we do? When were those given? Or do you mean that Milno, Flint and Feyri have jetpacks and can carry others around?

[Radio Controlled]

Jim hangs out wherever Team G is supposed to be, because it looks like Miyamoto plunked us in the area that got nuked. I could be wrong.

You guys are reserve, so yeah, I just put your team somewhere in the middle so you'll all have easy access. Also, remember everybody in this team has jetpacks now, so don't forget to use them.

Wait, we do? When were those given? Or do you mean that Milno, Flint and Feyri have jetpacks and can carry others around?

Check wiki page, it's under RU expenditure.

[Yoink]

>Find a secluded corner of the ship and read my porno mag for the articles for the naked ladies.

May, holding a tray of delicious pizza bites, idly walks past the man sitting in a corner, hunched over a pornographic magazine. She curiously peers over, looking at what the contents inside hold. She frowns a bit, "I don't remember modeling for this one...how did they get a picture-?"

"I-it certainly is a... marvel of the photographic arts, I must agree. Erm, yes."

[TCM]

Seeing Charro awkwardly flustered by the situation at hand puts May in a playful, teasing mood. She picks up the magazine from his grasp, tossing it to the side. "Then I suppose you wouldn't mind getting the real thing?"

[Yoink]

"Erm. Oh my." Jobasio, unaware that he was actually being mistaken for his long-dead half brother, stares in shock at the terrifyingly-proportioned figure before him like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He had left his gauss rifle on the other side of the barracks, and as such was caught without his security blanket.
"Maybe?"

No, Jobasio, no! Don't do eeeet! Think of Whig, damnit! Nooooooooooooooo.

[TCM]

May had the defenseless and vulnerableJobasio cornered in her expertly laid-out opportunity. She slunk around to his backside, wrapping her arms around his waist, her ample bosom pressing against his back like two giant sacks of sentient Jello assimilating the face of a cliff wall.  "How secure of a maybe is that?" May pressed her lips against his neck, planting a kiss against the back of his spinal cord.

[Tack]

((What on earth did I just step...
GOODBYE GOODBYE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS SO BUSY.))

[TCM]

"I TAKE YOUR LACK OF RESPONSE AS CONFIRMATION. COME ON NOW."

Drag Jobasio to the Beds.

[Yoink]

As May's lips pressed against the back of his neck, Jobasio felt his young heart fluttering in his chest like a caged pigeon with a meth habit.
Eyes wide and palms sweaty, he attempted to stammer out along the lines of, "Thankyou very much but I sort of need to be doing something over there right now," but unfortunately(?) for him it came out sounding more like a confused "...Guwaaah?", and not terribly much like a refusal at all. He was shortly being dragged across the floor by the neck, not enough blood left in his limbs to resist.

>Go limp! That's what you're supposed to do in case of attack by wild space-babes, right?!

[Grunhill]

((Accidentaly posted sorry ))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(I guess I'm here now since I don't want to be on a boarding party. :V)

Jim boarded the ship and watched, bemused, as May apparently marked a victim. After a moment he shrugged and walked off to the rec room to flop on the couch and watch TV.

[Tack]

Be healed

[piecewise]

"I TAKE YOUR LACK OF RESPONSE AS CONFIRMATION. COME ON NOW."

Drag Jobasio to the Beds.

As May's lips pressed against the back of his neck, Jobasio felt his young heart fluttering in his chest like a caged pigeon with a meth habit.
Eyes wide and palms sweaty, he attempted to stammer out along the lines of, "Thankyou very much but I sort of need to be doing something over there right now," but unfortunately(?) for him it came out sounding more like a confused "...Guwaaah?", and not terribly much like a refusal at all. He was shortly being dragged across the floor by the neck, not enough blood left in his limbs to resist.

>Go limp! That's what you're supposed to do in case of attack by wild space-babes, right?!

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Is the jiggle channel on TV or is Jim just watching May? )

Jim changes channels.

[syvarris]

((I'm assuming "the jiggle channel" is zero-g jello wrestling, since that's historically been pretty popular among HMRC inmates.))