As the Commander turned his attention at least momentarily to the other man she let out the breath that she had been holding without realizing.

Fables
Echo tilts his head when you talk about...cooking? Chores? Things that don't involve being romantic and sexy with each other while living in the same space.

"Neither one of us can cook. Haven destroys food on the molecular level when she tries. And I have robots that clean up." So, more time left for other things. But the exchange of chica info does give him an idea...

"We should go out. As couples. I don't think Haven and Briar have met yet. I think they'd get along. In fact, I'm certain of it." There's something vaguely similar about the two of them. Some sort of...unseen...thing...between Haven and Briar. And Echo is always politely nudging Haven to socialize more.

Oh? He can't take credit for that. So he shrugs and takes another drink of hot and sweet and a shitload of tequila. "You're a good guy, Perry. Only natural that people would take to you." He grins. "I just know a lot of people because I sell guns and gadgets."

"Ningún problema." For the necklace. "I hope it helps. And no charge. I enjoyed the challenge." Setting his mind to a mechanical problem was oddly Freeing for Echo.

Bounty Hunter tip-off software. That does interest him. He taps one finger against his goggles and nods. "Right now, I just have facial scanning in these. But if you could upload your program into them, that would certainly help." Echo pulls the tech-googles off and sets them on the bar next to you. For whenever.

"I've got to meet with the Hunter's Guild this weekend. IRIDIA and I are going to see if we can get our bounties quashed. Then maybe I can move back home." The Maul Bunker was safe and cozy but...the lack of sunlight and fresh air was driving him stir crazy before he had to relocate to IRIDIA's place.

His words did not register with the dizzied senses. Her drugged mind reeled with confusion, and the basic needs became paramount above understanding.

" Water "

the word croaked from lips parched from the drug, the gag, and the round of vomiting. At this moment, she sought comfort where it could be found, leaning back into the supportive mass of what was the man who was responsible for all of it, a fact that she had yet to realize. Yet he was familiar in the recess of her mind where there was nothing but sound, scent, and touch.

Her eyes closed with difficulty as she struggled to return to wakefulness, the numbing call of the darkness again so close and comforting.

Happy Birthday

Streets
*Reaching the house and I enter and 5 ehns later I came back out. I head back the way I came. Once I reach the tavern*

she felt His fingers in her hair and giving her a light tug...she heard His command and indeed knew How He liked it...

looking over to the where other commander is

How are the bosks?

Her head tipped forwards gently in deference to the freeman as he finished speaking and she was so glad in that moment for her unruly hair helped ~slightly~ to hide her face.

Understood, Commander.

Cabin

Thoughts and images begin to fade . . . .

Main Street
With the letter sent and her heart a little lighter, Vanessa continued on her way back to the boarding house, the melodies of her thoughts accompanied by the gentle rhythm of her footsteps. As she walked, she couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future, knowing that she had taken a small but meaningful step toward standing her ground and dealing with the past.

~ He was parched , giving my girls hear a tug, as the convo as well as some wages and banter roamed the night air~

"Paga mine, you know how I liked"

~giving her hair another tug before releasing it~

browns flitting from Commander to Mistress and back again...her hand slipped over her Masters thigh as she watched what was happening between the two.

Streets
Smiles

Streets
*I leave my girl strapped down while I talked to the black smith. I handed him a coin to pay him for the use of his iron and rack. I then walk back over to my girl and I remove the gloves and wash my hands. I pull out a container of ointment and place it as gently as I could. I unstrap the girl and bind her hands behind her back so she can not touch her new brand.
Picking her up into my arms and carry her back to the house to let her rest for the next 20 ahns to heal. I will have a house slave take care of my girl for the next 20 ahns*

Main Street
As she stepped back out onto the street, Vanessa felt a weight lift from her shoulders, a sense of relief washing over her. With her message now on its way, she felt a renewed sense of closure, a reassurance that she had done what she could to make her father understand and see things the way she needed him to see them.

Hey Missy Tude, happiest of birthdays to you

Post Office||Pony Express||Telegraph Office
Approaching the counter, Vanessa Greeted the clerk.

sliding the letter across the counter with a quiet determination. With a nod of thanks, she watched as the letter began its journey to her father.

She was aware of the small crowd gathering as close as possible, and she kept her attention on the Commander, unwilling to dig herself into any deeper of a situation than she was already in.

Streets
Watching