Civvies in distress!

Ivan: ....in the docks? i mean theres a calm and largely empty park thingy on the toher side of the admin building...

Avil : but at the docks you got a great view

/crates on one side, ship on the opposite, walls on the other two/
Ivan: ...right...

Avil: okay so want me to pick up something for you

Ivan: ....o.O
you?

Avil: yeah need me to pick up breakfast for you

Ivan: ..oh... like that.... ithought you were talking about the crates...

Avil: what you think i cant do it

Ivan: ...uuuuh...yeah...

OOC *whispers* biotics numb-nuts

Avil ill bet you five shots at the bar i cab

Ivan: alright. but no biotic cheating

Avil: okay
She walks up to one and tries to lift it up she actually.manages to do so a little bit

Ivan: now, lift it anothe rmeter or so, and take it over to the carhor bay(about 30 meters), and you won the bet

She puts it down
Avil: you win

OOC. ..cargo bay.... dunno how i screwed that up so much...
IC:
Ivan: of course i win. there is nothing that enugh vodka cant solve. /picks it up and takes it away as demonstration/

avil: huh well im going to get breakfast since you guys don't want anything

Ivan: /teasingly/ what, should i ask for a dance...?

she walks up to him and knees him in the balls

Ivan: /in soprano/ ....i dont think theres enough vodka for this....

avil: now say something like that again and ill cut your dick off shove it up your ass and make sarcastic comments like go fuck your self

Ivan: ...talk about a psycho...

Avil: well you kinda made a promise to me and I plan to make sure you keep it

Ivan: hey, i made no promise. and i violated no promise... like anyone here cares about what others say, really..

Avil: you made a promise that you wouldn't tell anyone about my other job last night

Ivan: ...i may have had a bit too much vodka... i dont remember that.... and even if i did, i didnt tell anyone...

Avil: now it better stay that way

Dave: *walking over* that's...odd

Avil: what

Ivan: ..the soprano voice?

Dave: oh hey anvil. no, not that. nothing's wrong with the transmitter. at all.

OOC: avil*
IC:
Ivan: ...so?

Dave: and yet it's not working

Ivan: ...did you try turning it off and on again?

Dave: that's my line

avil: damn lookslike more andmore paper work to me

Ivan: ....tried concussive maintenance?

ooc gor you on your phone or somthn

brb

OOC no but I'm in lesson
IC Dave: *shrugs*

........guys?

OOC. forgot about it... not as if i had much to say...

*a ship comes into land nearby*

Ivan: ooooh, great.... as if we didnt have enough work as it is...

Dave: I don't recognize that make. no markings. is it even cleared to land here?

Ivan: wouldnt someone be shooting at it if it wasnt?

Dave: true

/continues work/

the ship opens, and men in fully enclosed, face obscuring armour exit

Ivan: ...okay, what the hell? we got a garrison shift or something?

Dave: no....this aint good