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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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Oh shiz! One of her biggest weaknesses! She squirmed but to no avail, Billy had just wrapped his arm around her and was also sitting on her blanket! It's a trap! "N-no th-that's fine! No tickles needed here! In fact! It's very bad to tickle blanket people. They might ummmm blow up!" Yup who needs maturity when you have good friends?

Billy grinned, winking at Katara where Ronnie couldn't see them. Oh, the Water Tribe girl was good.

"None of my research has indicated that that is the case," Billy said rather solemnly, his fingers slowly walking down Ronnie's back. "In fact, the probability is so low that I can recommend a test."

And after a second's suspenseful pause, he was tickling her sides! Through the blanket and clothing, reducing the effectiveness of the maneuver, but it was his best shot.

Katara nodded. "Oh, he's quite right, Ronnae. If I trust anyone's research when it comes to things like this, its Billy's. He's pretty thorough. I think it might be a good idea if we experiment, just so we understand the response more accurately."

Which equated to Katara attacking her toes and knees with vigor. She knew how to get under the oppressive powers of Ms. Blanket!

And of course, cursing her luck they went to her WEAKEST spots! What the hell were the odds... Her body squirmed a bit impaired due to her own armor becoming trap. Giggle fit after giggle fit she tried to talk. "W-wai-- haha wait! St-st--- hahaha stop! I g-gi---heehee! I give up! I give up!" She squirmed all over and the cheery cute giggle fits could be heard from underneath the covers.

Billy laughed---hearing her like that was sweet, but he started to worry that she might not be able to breathe. One of his hands kept tickling where it was, if slower, but the other worked at starting to peel the blanket from her.

"You're sure?"

Katara followed suit: after all, she didn't want to turn Ronnae into a puddle of goo. In any case, she was laughing too: it felt good to cut loose and be a little immature, she hardly got to do it as much as she liked.

"Do you surrender, Miss blanket?" Katara asked.

"I do I do! Oh gods I do." She laughed trying to squirm out of the blanket. Finally poking her head out with her hair disheveled, she laughed, then made a cute pout. "Meanies..." She stuck her small tongue out at them.

Billy laughed at her pout, still trying to help her out of the blanket. It really made his insides melt.

"That's how Katara and I operate. We've both been trained in the tickling arts, but we know when to back off."

After Renne? Oh yes, they'd better be pretty good at their tickling arts. She gave Billy a knowing look here, and quietly tapped his fist in acknowledgment.

And yes, her pouting was incredibly cute. "Hold still, I think miss blanket might have mussed you a bit."

She brought out a brush and started on her, making sure to keep her hair in place.

Ronnae puffed her cheeks in protest but made no move to get out of that spot. "Hrmph..." She was blushing, but it felt really nice to have a fun moment like this. It wasn't a bad thing to wish things were like this more often was it? She hoped not. She rather everyone be happy than anything else.

Billy planted his chin in his hand and smiled, watching the hair-brushing as if it was a fascinating new phenomenon. He was glad that the two seemed to be getting along so well.

"I thought you liked your hair brushed?" he teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Oh, they were: Katara knew, even while doing this, that if she were ever in a bad spot suffering, that Ronnae would be there. Likewise, Billy, her Bonded, her brother, would always know how she was feeling and be sensitive to that.

"Oh, is that ok?" Katara asked, smiling.

She smiled shyly. "Y-yeah... I do... a lot.. But still!" 'Hrmph!' She laughed a bit, enjoying the feel of the brush through her hair immensely. As well as the pleasant and amazing company.

Billy could watch this for a while longer. They were adorable like this---he just wished he could help.

"So are you both feeling better?" he asked, flopping back against the couch.

It actually did make her feel better, to be honest, doing something as simple as brushing Ronnae's hair. How often did she get to do something as commonplace as this?

"I am, actually," Katara said. "You guys must have a pretty positive effect on me."

She smiled warmly and blushed slightly. "I also feel good, thanks you two." She moved forward pulling them both into a hug before relaxing back against the couch. Right now, she was happy and far away from any negative thoughts. She didn't mind that of course.

Billy made a noise of surprise, but that didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around both of them and smiling. When they broke apart, he stayed close to them on the couch.

"I'd do anything for you two. Just name it."

Katara gave a warm laugh, nuzzling against the both of them. He didn't have to do anything, neither of them did, so long as they were her friends and would be around if she needed them. She wouldn't dream of asking more of Billy than he could provide.

"Just be here," she said, hugging them both. "That's more than enough."

"Good, now that that's settled, Billy did have a great idea. Since none of us have much to do at the moment. Making it storytime would be a good idea. Back home most races had something similar. They'd gather around a campfire, or somewhere the elders held ceremonies or just told stories at. And did just that. Mainly it was to teach the younger generations, but there were times were it was just to have fun as a community. It was really one of the only peaceful times." She smiled warmly snuggling under her cover.

Billy settled back under his blanket, his mind racing for ideas. There had to be something they could tell...

"Do either of you have one, or is it my responsibility since it was my suggestion?"

"I have a few stories," Katara admitted, "But I want to hear Ronnae's, most of all. Her world is the one that has actual magic, and I'm sort of interested in how all of that works."

She sat cross legged, eager to listen.

Well this sort of backfired... She had not thought she'd have to go first... "I... w-well, I can't just go talking away... I d-don't mind answering questions. Or telling you about certain things, but you need to ask first." That should buy her some time right?

"That's fair," Billy answered, trying his best to think of a question. He wouldn't ask about her household or whatever had transpired in the kitchen, but...

"Do you have a favorite memory from Azerorth?"

Katara knew enough not to ask anything too personal. If she had learned anything at all from what transpired in the kitchen, it was that there were certain things Ronnae was not ready tyo discuss.

"Yes, please tell!" Katara said.

"That's... kinda hard really. I have plenty of fond memories from home." She looks up in thought.

"During the 7th Winter's Veil celebration I had the pleasure of witnessing, the transdimentional war in Outlands was in full blast. So most of the family was called into arms, as per usual... All I wanted that Winter's Veil was for my papa to be with me. At the very least him. I knew mama was a highly sought after expert... so chances of seeing her were worse. Papa lead a group of Paladins, a special ops group..." She pauses and smiles sadly.

"Sure I wished it, but in my little mind I already knew that what I asked wouldn't happen, but a child can hope right? Anyways, I waited that entire day in front of the portal room, specifically looking at the Outlands portal. Hoping beyond anything that they'd make it. It wasn't a matter of seeing them alive, to a child their parents are invincible, it was a matter of whether they'd have the time to..." She giggled.

"They had to bring me my meals for the day, and the presents to the portal room cause I was stubborn. I wouldn't budge, and if I was taken forcibly I wouldn't eat. Not even grandpapa could make me eat. He told me that if I truly wished for them to be here, with the amazing power of my little heart. That they'd be here. And so I did, I wished and wished and wished. Even when the night was in it's peak, I held for as long as I could." She held her locket and smiled affectionately.

"I fell asleep of course, I was little, and I've always been somewhat of a little sloth." She laughed embarrassed. "But right before midnight I felt myself be lifted, I was dreaming, a small princess being carried by a shining knight. It was wonderful, but as time went by, I noticed that it was my papa. I rubbed my eyes awake and indeed it was, and my mama was there as well. They had brought me up to my room and tucked me in. They brought me a strawberry shake and presents. They told me a story and said that if I ever felt alone, to just hold on to my present. They'd always be here with me." Her eyes were glossy but she was smiling proudly.

"It was this locket here... And later I found out. That my grandpapa took their place on the field so they could be relieved from service that week and come see me." She wiped her eyes and laughed a bit. "Grandpapa is the most amazing man anyone could ever meet... So many people owe him so much, and yet he only asks them to love." She grinned trying to play off her tears, but she was definitely happy.

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