Billy Cranston (
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Cranston For Hire [Open!]
It was once again time for Billy to assess the progress being made in this seemingly endless war with tasks and deadlines. So far, reorganization of the Engineering department was about 25% complete. Not terrible for a day's work, but he could certainly do better. Several projects were stalled pending discussion from the involved parties. His social time and interactions with the Rangers had taken a hit due to all of this.
Though he was following his orders to take more resting time during the day and having fun with Ronnae on many of the nights, nothing stopped him from taking on more than enough work to fill the compressed schedule.
Today's work: Supervising the new structure and performing odd jobs around the ship. Repairs were going well in the hangar, Neuropathy needed to be left alone, infrastructure was busy in the City. He visited wherever he could and lent a hand to each, struggling to find time for what he wanted to do in secret: move his personal belongings to his girlfriend's house.
As Billy wandered back and forth throughout the day, a stuffed backpack always accompanied him. Throughout the day, the loaded-down teenager made trips between a number of places on the upper levels and a particular house in the City. Distracted as he was with the constant juggling of omnicom, comm ring, tools, and items, he eventually wore himself out.
Where he ended up shouldn't be a surprise: in the city park, fast asleep, sprawled across an assortment of odd items. Somehow, he'd note when he woke up, he doubted this was what had been meant by the recommendation for 'personal time'.
((ooc: The two location tags basically mean you can catch him anywhere: asleep with shiny stuff to steal or rushing back and forth between the different areas of the ship. Just make a note of where you found him.))
Though he was following his orders to take more resting time during the day and having fun with Ronnae on many of the nights, nothing stopped him from taking on more than enough work to fill the compressed schedule.
Today's work: Supervising the new structure and performing odd jobs around the ship. Repairs were going well in the hangar, Neuropathy needed to be left alone, infrastructure was busy in the City. He visited wherever he could and lent a hand to each, struggling to find time for what he wanted to do in secret: move his personal belongings to his girlfriend's house.
As Billy wandered back and forth throughout the day, a stuffed backpack always accompanied him. Throughout the day, the loaded-down teenager made trips between a number of places on the upper levels and a particular house in the City. Distracted as he was with the constant juggling of omnicom, comm ring, tools, and items, he eventually wore himself out.
Where he ended up shouldn't be a surprise: in the city park, fast asleep, sprawled across an assortment of odd items. Somehow, he'd note when he woke up, he doubted this was what had been meant by the recommendation for 'personal time'.
((ooc: The two location tags basically mean you can catch him anywhere: asleep with shiny stuff to steal or rushing back and forth between the different areas of the ship. Just make a note of where you found him.))
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That kick came in the form of a familiar voice yelling. Ronnie's in trouble, go!, Billy's brain screamed, forcing him to leap off the couch and sprint upstairs. His right fist grabbed the morpher, about ready to swing it into action. Just a look around the corner and he'd see the threat---
---or not.
He skidded to a stop right behind Katara and looked up, where he happened to see Ronnae. More specifically, Ronnae in a battle stance and fresh from the bath, fresh enough that she hadn't had the chance to put anything on.
Wow, she's really beauti---I need to turn and run. She's vulnerable and upset, this is wrong, and both of these women are very capable of killing me.
After a second of frozen shock and awe, he made an attempt to flee before she saw him.
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But she didn't get to finish her sentence, because in her curiosity she had totally forgotten to put back on boots, and so she tried to walk over and reassure Ronnae and it backfired. She slipped on the floor tile, and had to actually grab onto Ronnae so she wouldn't fall over.
Though at this point it was both of them taking a tumble.
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She held onto Katara and pushed them both away from the edge of the bath and rolling on the bath rug right into --
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When he dashed back to check on them, Billy's shoe caught on a combination of the rug and Katara's back. The shoe stayed with Katara, but thanks to the wonderful principle of momentum, the human himself went flying over the girls and crashing into the bath, meeting a bruised and splash-worthy landing inside it.
With all the hard surfaces, that was going to sting. And with the water, it was going to splash the girls.
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But that relief would only last for a moment. Then Billy crashed into her back, and she definitely hung onto Ronnae now, not expecting the jarring hit. He flew over their heads though, and hit the bath fairly hard, splashing them both.
She was naturally, concerned about Billy, even more than nakedness and awkwardness, still clinging a little to Ronnae. "Billy! Are you all right?"
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"Don't worry, you weren't supposed to. It was...from the sounds of it, a big mess of a misunderstanding. I should be apologizing!"
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She sighed. She did actually scratch her leg more than she meant to, but she was ignoring that for now. She tossed Ronnae a towel. "I'm sorry, Ronnae."
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She pulled Billy gently out and ran some fresh water at the beckon of another set of sin'dorei words. She didn't know if fresh water was better for Katara's bending but it was the only thing she could think of. She brushed some of his hair from his face before smiling embarrassed at him. Her own hair still wet and matted to different parts of her exposed body.
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"I suppose it could've been worse," Billy thought aloud. "I managed to save myself from a concussion, and there wasn't really an attack. But I'm still sorry this had to happen."
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"I think its safe to say we all got to know each other a little more intimately today," Katara said, trying to not making a potentially awkward situation worse.
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"S-sorry."
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"We're going to be fine," Billy assured them, making an attempt to wring out his shirt. "It's just water and easily treatable injuries."
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And she did really, but was grateful for the bandaging. "Thank you."
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"These things have a tendency to happen constantly," Billy mused. "Remember making my clothes disappear?"
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"Yeah, that was pretty annoying," Katara admitted, but it had actually been a good day for her and Billy.
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"..yes," Billy flushed, ducking his head. "You've both made my clothes vanish at one point or another. I've had the worst luck."
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"We all have pretty bad luck," Katara said, wincing. "I swear, it would be easy to just be comfortable with each other in the nude. That way, when this stuff happens, we won't make it worse."
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"I'll on-ly be a minute!" She called out as she gently closed the door.
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So he was left alone in the room with Katara, awkwardly trying to wring water off of himself. "Are you sure you'll be okay, Katara?"
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She brought her hand up, bringing the water off of Billy quickly. "I'm fine, I just feel like an idiot. Sorry about that."
She shook her head. "You have to admit though: she's got an amazing body."
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She sat on her bed for a few minutes, looking at the baggy clothing she had taken out to change into earlier. She felt so vulnerable when naked...
She shook her head, wiping her eyes and changed quickly. Not the time for this Ronnie... She opened the door after a good five to ten minutes, starting to walk downstairs to meet everyone. She had fixed her hair into an incredibly long single ponytail, she left her usual bangs, one covering her left side of her face. She had a long sleeved shirt, and some baggy pajama pants. She did a shy wave as she walked down.
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He silently squeezed Katara's hand, assuring her that it wasn't her fault, but then she had to go and say that. Billy didn't dignify it with a verbal response, but when Ronnie came down the stairs she would find her boyfriend blushing for no discernible reason.
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