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oldboyjensrps:

“Nah, Nah country is fine, I like the crooning. But in general I like, well all kinds of rock. Usually individual songs more than genre, but the Four Seasons and Frankie Valli are my jam. Showtunes are fun.”

The bouncing and jolting of the car gain grimaces and some whimpers, but she does try and close her eyes.

“I’ve never really listened to any show tunes” he admitted “I’d be happy to give them a try one day.” He gestured to the glove compartment “if you like, I have a few tapes in there, you can pop one in.” 

“It can be hit or miss on musicals. Sometimes for fun and pleasure I reimagine the classics but take out all the annoying gender roles and make most of the characters queer and better. Like Guys and Dolls- stellar cast- I’m a sucker for Sinatra-stupid premise, stupider ending. The women should have ditched their bum love interests and run off together.” She rifled through his casettes, “you have good stuff here”

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RED Base- Badlands NM

Circa 1967

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The Messenger had survived the briefing by the grace of either God or the Administrator. Probably the Administrator. She had a way with words and unsubtle paycut threats that Messenger was 98% sure had saved her from some sort of mercurial death. Heh. Wait shit was that why the word was mercenary? Because of mercury- wait no mercury was the messenger god, she was thinking Mars and focus. Rubbing the rope burn on her wrists from being tied to the chair, Messenger kind of looked around awkwardly at the mercs still in the rec room. 

“I uh, well… that was all I had but, uh, I’ll be back with… y’know, mail and directives and stuff. Um… well thanks for not killing me this time! I uh mean, any time. In general. Thanks.” she double finger gunned and backed out of the room, and into the hallway.

She didn’t stop moving until she had managed to find her way outside to where her scooter was waiting, certain that spy or someone would be following her. The moment her feet hit the red dust again, Messenger slid to sitting, leaning against the wall of the base. She pressed her hands to her chest to try and force her heart to stop having a fit.

“Breathe, idiot, we still have to get back,” she mumbled and wiped the sweat from her forehead, “hoo that went better than it could have though.”

He listened to her ramble on with amusement. She was certainly an interesting creature. When he pulled her up he gave a small chuckle. “Alright. I know some good places in town we can go then, If you’d like.” He offered. “Or I suppose I have coffee at my van, but I ain’t sure if you’d be too comfortable with that seein how jittery you are.”

“I uh, I am a sucker for coffeeshops, and I wouldn’t wanna intrude . It’s your home, wouldn’t feel right. That’s, uh, on me, not you. On a scale of not to very, I’m just a like, y’know, rational amount of scared of you. Professional fear. Sorry, sorry, that’s a long way to say yeah sure wherever you recommend is good!” 

She dusted herself off and readjusted her glasses to not be sliding halfway down her face. 

“And uh, well I’d offer to drive but” she gestures to the very much a one seater scooter, “Small.”

“Yeah, nothing personal. S’long as its professional.” He laughed, pulling her up.

“Well, we can take my van if you’d like. Sit up front and I can drive us to the closest one if you want.” He offered. “If not, I don’t mind a bit a bit of a walk if you don’t.”

She calculated the distance and the heat for a momen. She didn’t have enough water for that kind of excursion at the moment.

“I would prefer we take the van this time- I would have to prepare for that much of a hike.”

“Van it is then.” He said with a nod. He reached out, giving her a small pat on the shoulder. “Right Then, follow me. You can sit shotgun. How’s that sound?” He said as he led her out around the base towards the van that served as his home.

The pat gained him a startled “Baugh!” From somewhere deep in her diaphragm. Which Messenger then decided to pretend never happened and nodded, blushing, as she hefted her Vespa over her shoulders like a soldier carry but upside down and an entire small motorcycle. It was immediately a bad idea, but she refused to back down. How she managed to carry it all the way to his trailer probably had to do with weird eel magic or just pure spite.

“Shotgun’s good. I’ll be your gunner in a drive by. We’ll both die because I’m nearsighted and my gun shoots mail, but hey it’s the thought that counts. Do you mind if we stow the banana? I promise she doesn’t take up much room, but I can’t leave her on base. Like contractually.” She nodded to the scooter.

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Mercsenger Bits

[Messenger and Scout just laying on their backs lookin up at the sky. Probably on a tanker crate or something]

Messenger: You ever just, shriek with wild abandon?

Scout: No?

Messenger: Huh.

Messenger: Try it some time. Really loosens up the emotional vocal chords.

Scout:…

Messenger:…

Messenger: [Shrieks like demonic pterodactyl]

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bluteamblueprints:

oldboyjensrps:

“Thank you…Dell,”she treated his name like a baby bird, gentle and cautious.

“I think I should be able to manage? If it gets bad enough I might pass out so that’s kind of a lose win situation there. But I’m on some meds so I think I’ll make it. I’m not gonna fall asleep anytime soon though, so feel free to ask questions. It’d help to distract.” 

“Well, what kind of music do you like” he asked “I’d be happy to change the station to make you more comfortable.” The truck jostled slightly, moving down the road. The truck made a clunking sound, that didn’t seem to bother him. “Sorry she’s a bit noisy” he told the Messenger “been driving her for years now.” 

“Nah, Nah country is fine, I like the crooning. But in general I like, well all kinds of rock. Usually individual songs more than genre, but the Four Seasons and Frankie Valli are my jam. Showtunes are fun.”

The bouncing and jolting of the car gain grimaces and some whimpers, but she does try and close her eyes.