trans_9 | I appreciate your help to date... [Howards Warehouse: Open]

Diana was no fool.

The moment that horrid voice had echoed through the ship she'd thrown herself into survival mode.

She'd scrambled about her make shift 'apartment', ignoring the small bags she'd hidden all over the place and packing whatever else was left into two large pillow cases, especially her food. Her food and water. The first things she'd grabbed. The first things after her stomach had clenched painfully as the threat of taking away their resources rang in her ears. Anything that wouldn't fit went into little extra bags, which this time, she did take with her.

There was no double checking. No handy little checklist. Diana knew what she needed. She grabbed it all and went out the door. Leaving it swinging on its hinges. Closing it was a waste of time.

She strode with purpose. The bags suppressing and difficult to carry, but she pushed on. Dragging the pillow cases, drawstrings and straps of bags wrapped around her like a pack mule.

With panicked breath she walked a long winding path towards Howards warehouse, careful to avoid alleys where she could be trapped in. Keeping behind cover. No running. She was an obvious target already with so much stuff, running would just draw extra attention.

Her load become lighter over time, as she shoved small supply bags into the nooks and corners along the path. No markers. Markers were too obvious. She just had to remember where she put them. And if she couldn't, well, that's what the one's back in the apartment were for.

Hugging the mounds of Howards discarded 'projects' she finally found her way to where the spare key was hidden and went inside.

Throwing the pillowcases down onto the floor she began digging through Howard's stash of supplies before pulling out two massive black bin bags. Shoving them down her blouse, she left the warehouse, locking and stuffing the key back into its hiding place.

She allowed herself one moment to take a deep breath, then she set off in a brisk jog towards the cafeteria, wrenching a lead pipe from one of the haphazard mounds, it was heavy and unwieldly, but it was something.

Time to see if she could avoid robots.

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Diana watched Jinx moved around for a moment before leaving her be. She had her own work to do, standing around wasn't going to be of use.

God knew the bitch fit Howard might throw when he saw Diana had moved his things but she honestly couldn't bring herself to care. Heck, it would probably just end up being funny.

But if she was going to be held up here, she wanted to have some control. As she set about moving a few boxes and random items, Diana looked about for Jinx and asked. "Is this just a short visit or have you come to bless us with your extended company?"

"Well it's your hiding place after all." Jinx mused now looking up to the rafters working out some other tactics in case a fight broke out, "So it's really up to you. "I didn't have much of a plan except, "Survive and hope the others figure out how to shut this all down." And honestly that bothered her the most. She wanted to be in control of her fate, but as most often when situations like this came up unless you were somehow thrown into the middle of it you weren't going to be saving the day.

"That sounds pretty much like my plan." And, like Jinx, it seemed Diana wasn't to thrilled about the prospects.

"But this isn't my place. I've just sort of taken my invitation a bit far." Howard had asked to meet up, sure, but Diana had no doubt he would not be too happy about the idea of her sticking around.

She flashed Jinx a smile. "So, my question still stands."

"Misery loves company." She smiled back, "I'll stay for now, I don't have anywhere I'd rather be after all." of all the times to compliment/flirt this really wasn't it, but at least Diana could understand why Jinx was more confident then concerned.

"I'll take that as a compliment, though I must say your level of flattery is dropping."

But having Jinx around was good. Jinx was usable.

Plus, it would be so much fun to not only rile Howard up with someone else being in the warehouse, but also it being someone she could irritate him with as she flirted.

It would pass the time at least.

"Forgive me then." Jinx mocked a pout, "You deserve far better flattery. Remind me when we're not waiting to be killed and I'll make it up to you."

And as for Jinx, she was mostly sticking around because it wouldn't do to have one of the only people she respected on the ship killed by robot hordes. She was well aware she stood a much better chance in a fight then Diana.

As Diana finished moving the last of the objects it became clear what she'd done. Near one of the walls (but not pressed against it, that felt too trap like) she'd made a very, very small area similar to a fox den, close to one of exits for a quick escape, where she could curl herself up.

Looking at her handiwork with an expression that simply said 'it'll do' she turned back to Jinx. "Well, I'm sure I could fit you in here."

And if giving a little affection would assure her more protection from Jinx then Diana wasn't about to turn it down.

"Unless you'd rather be somewhere else?" She teased.

Jinx chuckled admiring Diana's handywork. "No place else comes to mind." and a playful wink, "And you already know I'm very flexible. We'll be nice and cozy."

The potential end of their lives, why wouldn't they want to spend it pressed close to someone pleasant and warm.

With a sly smirk, Diana coiled herself up into her little den, settling down as if ready for a long wait, glad she'd 'borrowed' some of the softer items she'd found around the place for her to sit on.

Her face slowly fell to a more impassive and calm expression but every so often, her eyes would dart to all the exits. Finally, she met Jinx's eyes expectantly and held her gaze.

Jinx felt a bit of blush creep into her pale cheeks and slid gracefully and carefully into Diana's little nest curling up comfortably like a cat. She couldn't think of anything witty or clever sounding despite trying, probably because her mind was still half on the enemies outside and how she would handle things if they burst through the roof or the door.

They sat in silence for a little while, pressed together because of the small space, listening out for any noises outside.

Idly, Diana found herself wondering where Howard's cat had gotten too.

"So..." Her pretty fingers tickled at Jinx's palm teasingly, resting just enough inside the other girls hand to give the idea they might hold hands if Jinx closed her fingers around Diana's. "Can I count on you to flip kick some robots for me? Or do I have to go off and find myself a white knight?"

Then again, white knights went for the nice, innocent princesses, but when things went up the creek like this, Diana would settle for a dragon so long as she could stay safe in its guarded tower.

Jinx couldn't help but smile at the question, "I'm not much of a hero, but I'm pretty selfish and greedy, so I think you can count on me to try and make sure no killer robots take you away from me." she offered knowing that was a large part of why Diana was letting her stay.

"I don't make a habit of heroics but I also know you're too smart go and get yourself put in harms way on purpose."

It would just take some rotten luck.

Approving of Jinx's answer, Diana allowed herself lean more deliberately against the slender girl in way of a reward.

"I'll be sure to stay nice and close then." She flashed Jinx a small smirk.

Diana's fingers continued tickling patterns on Jinx's palm.

"I'm flattered, but believe me, I have no interest in heroics." Heroics got people killed.

"That's good, because playing hero is for chumps." Jinx laughed softly brushing aside her own flirtation with the idea of switching her career path.

She felt the touches, the strokes, the shivers of delight it sent through her and the way it kept her cheeks rosy. Jinx was no fool, well aware of what she suspected all of Diana's affection meant.

But even if she was being played, it didn't suck. It felt nice even being used for her skills. So she let her fingers curl and held Diana's hand. she let herself savor the little feelings and pushed aside the rational proud part of her mind that insisted she not fall for these little games.

I appreciate your help to date... [Howards Warehouse: Open]

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