[OOM] Simulator Room

[fighting_mad]

Plourr may be on vacation -- (vacation; the word is still a foreign one, but this is the first break she's gotten since well before she left the Rogues, and she isn't about to begrudge herself it) -- but that doesn't mean she won't take any opportunity possible to fly, even if it's in a simulator. When the grand entrance of the country estate opened on Milliways rather than the front gardens, she'd grinned broadly and stepped right through.

Thus, upstairs in the simulator room, a pilot-turned-empress sits in a sim with the seat cranked back and the curtain drawn open, her hair pulled into a loose braid and a once-lovely flower forgotten and drooping behind her right ear. She's tan and her cheeks are awash with color, as is the norm these days, and she wears a loose tunic with the sleeves rolled up, wide-legged trousers, and her favorite battered boots.

Grinning from ear-to-ear, she sends the little image of 'her' X-wing into a tailspin through the space battle.

This is the most relaxed she's been in what feels like years.

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[fighting_mad]

"Oh you bitch--"

Plourr is, for the record, pregnant, not slow. Slower, certainly, but not slow.

She proves this by the way that she lunges after Aeryn.

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"The truth is painful." She intoned with a barely muffled laugh, breaking into a slow jog to avoid the beating Plourr certainly planned to administer.

Just like old times.

[fighting_mad]

Beating? No.

Punching Aeryn in the shoulder, since Plourr can certainly catch up with a slow jog? Absolutely.

But she laughs afterward, shooting Aeryn another fond insult as she falls into step beside her, the two women shoulder-to-shoulder and off to go shoot at unsuspecting targets that don't stand a chance.

Just like old times.