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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.))

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"I g-guess... It just isn't as easy for some as it is for others..." She said in a small voice, tidying up the mess before heading out the bath. She took a quick turn into her room.

"I'll on-ly be a minute!" She called out as she gently closed the door.

Billy shook his head. "I'm not so sure I'll be doing that voluntarily any time soon," he muttered, though his eyes drifted to Ronnie. He'd make an exception for her, he thought.

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?"

Katara still felt slightly guilty, and went alone with Billy, and she was still plenty flushed after all that had just happened. She sat next to Billy, her hands in her lap.

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."

Ronnae took a bit longer in her room. Truth be told she felt extremely embarrassed. She knew there was nothing that could be done, and she was also extremely grateful it had been a great friend like Katara, instead of someone random. But the feeling that made her chest tight would not go away.

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.

"Thanks," Billy whispered, grateful for Katara's waterbending powers of instant drying. That felt much better.

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.

Katara was half teasing him with the comment, but she actually did mean it: Ronnae was gifted with a beautiful body, and in a way, it made sense she would be so reluctant to show it. It was why she still felt bad about this, and would do her best to make this up to Ronnae.

At Billy's blush, she giggled. "Sorry, I know its still weird to think about, but she is gorgeous. I hope she'll feel more comfortable with you in time. But I'll try not to do something like that again."

And that caused her to stiffen up, turn around and walk up the stairs quickly in embarrassment. "I-I-I'll be right back f-forgot something!"

Gah! Why were they talking about her? She doesn't like the attention; attention brought nothing but horrid things in her life, things she wished she could forget but knew she couldn't. She picked up Boomy, who was cleaning up her room, and hugged him to her chest. "Boomy, you'll keep me safe right?" The small bomb beeped and whirred and squirmed in her hands trying to be comforting.

She took a deep breath before she headed out and downstairs again, this time carrying her little bomb with her. She jumped down instead of taking the steps, landing gracefully. She jumped over the couch and landed, sitting on the couch opposing to the two. "H-here!" She said timidly.

Billy flinched when he saw what they'd caused. She'd had body issues, right? This was bound to be exacerbating them. Stupid, stupid Billy. Still trampling all over her feelings.

When she returned, he was looking in his lap. "Hey, I'm really sorry about all of this. I should probably get back to my enforced nap," he said in a rush.

By the feelings along the Bond, it was clear that he didn't blame Katara. It was a natural thing to happen, but...it was his fault. He shouldn't have fallen for Katara's goading.

Katara had also noticed,and quietly scolded herself for being so insensitive. She wanted to help Ronnae with her body issues, but it was clear this was not the way to make that happen. She definitely felt guilty now, but tried not to make a big deal about it.

Katara flushed a little, feeling even worse that now Billy was feeling so awkward. "Um, I can go if you guys want: I really shouldn't have bothered you guys, I was just trying to help Billy move."

She actually did feel like she made things worse now. She actually wished he could get Ronnae alone a moment, just so she could apologize more personally.

Ronnae shook her head hurriedly. "N-no it's alright! We're all friends! We shouldn't be feeling like this." She looked down wishing she wasn't such a pitiful person. She gave a wide smile, if anything a bit forced but genuine enough. "I know! I'll make some hot cocoa and get some snacks. That should cheer everyone up right?!" She bounced up, with a cheery smile and hurried off to the kitchen. "No sadness allowed around here!" She called out playfully from the kitchen.

Billy straightened up, saluting her as she passed. "Yes ma'am!"

He nudged Katara a little when Ronnie was out of sight, inclining his head toward the kitchen.

Katara couldn't help but smile at Ronnae's back. It was obvious what she had done, but that she'd one it to make things easier: she was such a nice girl. She hardly needed Billy's prompting: after all, she knew only a little about cocoa other than it was very good and sweet.

She got up and walked over to where Ronnae was making preparation. "Could you show me how to make cocoa?"

She arched her back slightly and leaned her head back comically trying to look back at Katara, making her long single ponytail dangle low, right below her rear. "Oh sure! I really love cocoa, it's really fun to drink with friends... if that makes any sense." She added with a shy laugh before leaning back up to work on the stuff.

She smiled, trying to mimic Ronnae, and was totally trying to make an apology that would at least be worthy of the girl. She cared about Ronnae quite a bit, and wanted to make sure she made her feel a bit at ease.

"It does," she said. "You're really good at calming us down."

She smiled, it was a bit of a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. "I had to learn how to pretty quickly... morale means a lot on the field and..." She fidgeted uncomfortable, visibly shuddering. "I learned quickly different ways to soothe or calm our troops.... other than getting 'offered' as entertainment." She continued to make the hot cocoa, her eyes a bit unfocused as her mind drifted to less pleasant times. "So it really helped. They sure enjoyed it. And it made us come back with less casualties since there was comradery."

"Morale does mean a lot, I'll admit that," Katara said. "but that doesn't mean you should be made to feel uncomfortable for that sake. I...I don't know what you mean by being 'offered' as entertainment, but I have a feelings its why you're the way you are now. I just wanted you to know, no matter what, your feelings, your impressions, they matter. Billy always will think that, and so will I. I'm sorry I talk so casually abut your body and all, but truthfully?: I am a little jealous. You really do look amazing, and I know Billy will always think that, no matter what."

It ached, remembering when she thought there was someone who looked at her that way, but that was all right. She could keep that selfishness to herself.

She smiled appreciatively. "Th-thanks. But really, it's not you, or anyone else making me feel as such. I've been told I do look amazing, or pretty, or whatever else. Its just... " She stopped and started finishing up the cocoa.

"It's just that it triggers something... I can't help it and I've tried overcoming it... but there hasn't been anything that's worked ever... I've been through so much because of my body that it's hard to let go of my fears. I'd say maybe at one time, I would have been able to overcome it.... Until..." She shook her head, and it was visibly clear that her whole body was trembling. She let go of her spoon and held herself tightly, closing her eyes trying to control herself.

Katara watched quietly as Ronnae made the cocoa. She knew there had been something that made the half orc/elf apprehensive about how she looked, and while she wasn't going to push anything, she'd still listen.

"Hey, if its hurt too much to talk about you don't have to. Painful memories can be hard to get over, even I had to struggle with one back in my world. I just want you to feel comfortable around us."

She was curious, but that didn't mean she would press the matter.

It took a moment to shake it off. After a bit she opened her eyes just in time to notice the cocoa was going to be ruined if she didn't hurry. "Oh no!" She moved it off the runed stove and set it aside. She let out a long sigh and looked back to Katara with an embarrassed expression. "S-sorry... I'll.... I'll be fine." She turned back with a pained smile to the cocoa and made three large mugs for them.

"I am comfortable, well, as comfortable as I could be. It's not easy for me to get close to someone. You guys are the first I've been able to unwind with outside of my family and friends. So that says something, and it definitely means you're important to me."

She leaned up trying to reach the top shelf, usually she wouldn't have been cooking when trying to get snacks. So that, coupled with her mental distress at the moment caused her to brace herself on the rune she forgot to disable. A sizzling sound and a meek yelp as she pulled her hand back. She held it in her other hand as she bit her lip hard to try and divert the pain. "S-so stupid... " It was a quick burn, and it seemed to be going away fairly fast as it healed up. She muttered something in thalassian and the rune went cold. She hopped up and grabbed the glass container with what appeared to be cookies. She gave a glossy eyed smile to Katara before handing her the cookie jar and one of the mugs.

"Th-thanks for talking to me tho. You don't know how much I appreciate your friendship Katara." She blushed slightly before waiting for Katara to head out with her.

Katara laughed lightly. If anything she thought she was the last person anyone should be apologizing to these days but it was god to just talk with Ronnae right now. That, and at least now she understood what it took to make cocoa.

"I'm really glad to hear that," Katara said. "I had a feeling that after we talked the last time, we would be seeing more of each other, and when I heard about you working with Billy, I knew it for sure. Just so you know, I'm thrilled that of all the people Billy chose to be with, you were the one that he saw and cared about. If you'd been out to hurt him or something, you would have had me to deal with."

It was a joke, but mostly true: she had gotten very protective of Billy, more so after Renne was podded.

She took the mugs and the jar. "Of course I'll talk to you. I wanted to make sure you're ok. You're a friend of mine too, and I'd like us to hang out more when we get the chance."

She blushed and offered a shy smile. "I'd like that." And with that the girls went back to the living room. Ronnie gave a mug timidly to Billy, smiling shyly at him before settling down on the couch in front of him, holding the cocoa to her face and blowing on it. It's odd, how this young girl can be so incredibly powerful, and yet so fragile and vulnerable.

The girls had been gone so long that Billy had started to worry. He had spent the break pacing around that little couch, worry a constant in his mind. About what had happened to Ronnie to provoke that response, what Katara was saying, if they were okay...

Thankfully there were no disastrous interventions this time. Instead, he leapt from behind the couch to land awkwardly on it when their footsteps sounded again. It took some scrambling to sit upright before Ronnie came upon him, but he managed to accomplish it and accept the mug gratefully.

"Thanks. Hey, is everything okay?"

Katara smiled. "Everything is fine Billy. I'll just have to make an effort not to be stupid and open doors when people are showering. But we're both all right. Have some cocoa."

And she had some herself, being pretty fond of the drink actually. Strangely, she felt a lot better than she had several mi8nutes ago: if anything,s eh felt cozy, relaxed with these two.

"Mhm, we're good. Besides, lots better cause cocoa makes everything better! And cookies, can't forget cookies." She said in her cheery mood, grabbing a cookie and taking a small bite out of it happily.

"Just needs blankets and a fireplace," Billy added nostalgically, leaning back onto the couch and taking a sip. She was excellent at this.

"It's a fine selection of comfort foods. I haven't had these for a long time," he smiled, chewing a cookie oh so slowly. The next one wouldn't be coming for a long time, so it was best to savor it while it lasted.

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