Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[Twi]

"O-Oh. Oh wow. That.. that's definitely... a lot..."

Penelope raises an eyebrow at the cash.

The shipgirl's still grinning as she stuffs the cash back into her labcoat. "I gotta pay for the booze somehow. And they did pay nicely, though I wonder how much of that is due to my, ah, impressive physique? Perhaps we should run an experiment sometime. My initial hypothesis? I'd probably get more money if I had larger breasts. Though I'd have to find a much larger sample of employers, I think. Hmmm."

Don't let the thoughtful words fool you, she's still smiling and being all cheerful and shit. Even getting out a little clipboard and notepad to record her intentions.

[TCM]

"Hey." Penelope smiles at them.

"Sorry, I'm only into stringy blonde guys who're completely incapable of fighting."

"Sorry, I'm not a soccer player."

"Pretty dope Arcade, wasn't it,

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Well, aside from the simulators, which were rather too addictive."

[SOLDIER First]

"H-How would you, er... do that..?"

[Chevaleresse]

Haruka sort of squeezes back a bit in the general direction of Victoria, the sudden influx of people setting her on edge again. She blushes slightly at Yamal's frank attitude.
The dragonoid creature shifts into a more solid form, shrinking itself down to Patapon size as it first shifts to a sword, then a spear, then a bow, and sort of flickers between the three for a moment. Everyone in the area feels a strong impression of confusion for a moment, until the mysterious creature becomes a drum, still oversized but small enough for a Patapon to play. [Ah, thank you for your assistance. I find it somewhat difficult to communicate without a mental structure to filter it through.] The telepathic "voice" is audible to everyone that could pick up the images before. [Allow me to introduce myself. I am known as Volx, or alternatively the Void-Blade. I've just bonded myself to this tribe; I believe we may be able to work well together.]

[Twi]

"H-How would you, er... do that..?"

"Just wear some padding or binding to make them look bigger or smaller, obviously. Fairly straightforward. Though, I'd have to not be recognizable. Which is unlikely. Shipgirls tend to have trouble changing their appearance. Hrm. Hrm, hrm hrm. Maybe Penelope could do it. She looks less distinctive after all. "

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I'd rather not."

[SOLDIER First]

"..Obviously...
_{aesford could you maybe put me down now"}

[Twi]

"I'd rather not."

Yamal pouts briefly. Only briefly. She doesn't vocally object, though.

[TCM]

Aesford piledrives Wilson into the ground and pins him in a bid for the Championship Title gently puts Wilson down.

[Adragis]

"Your face looks no different to me than anyone else's."
sachi thirsts for chryssa-senpai

((proof that Penelope is Haruka Aoki))

[SOLDIER First]

_"thanks"

[Projeck37]

"Your face looks no different to me than anyone else's."
sachi thirsts for chryssa-senpai

"You sure...? I mean it's riddled with chemical burns..."
Chryssa exists. Barely.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"And?"

[Twi]

Wait, Contaigion is a thing in Penelope's area? Neat.
In that case, Yamal is all like:

"Have you considered plastic surgery, if it bothers you so much?"