2237-07-03 - Viewing Party

Abigail Walker Regales Fellow Marines With Vids Charlie Wager's Surfing Days.

Date: 2237-07-03

Location: Crew Lounge

Related Scenes: None

Plot: None

Scene Number: 204

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The lounge has been 'reserved.' Sort of. You can't really reserve it, but you can bully people out of the sofas or off the vid screen. People have managed to do this. Or perhaps it's the nature of Walker being a Staff Sergeant that has done so. There's snacks procured from the Mess Hall and the drink cart has been freshly filled. The sofas have been dragged around for proper viewing arrangement and extra chairs pulled out- just in case. There's no telling who might come out specifically to see surfing vids featuring Charlie Wagner or just to see something that isn't old Pyramid matches.

The vid currently in is an overall competition video. A younger -- nearly a decade younger than her current self -- Wagner shows up in a few clips along with a number of others on a Queenstown beach. Shots of surfing, various interviews, images of the beaches themselves. It's at least professionally done, so no worries about terrible zoom or panning quality.

%QrAnd almost surprisingly, Charlie herself is present, lounging in BDUs and dual-tanks on one of the sofas. She's got a sandwich in hand, munching away. She is not, however, looking at the screen. Nope. She's reading that Aerilonian Western she's been working on lately.

The lounge has been 'reserved.' Sort of. You can't really reserve it, but you can bully people out of the sofas or off the vid screen. People have managed to do this. Or perhaps it's the nature of Walker being a Staff Sergeant that has done so. There's snacks procured from the Mess Hall and the drink cart has been freshly filled. The sofas have been dragged around for proper viewing arrangement and extra chairs pulled out- just in case. There's no telling who might come out specifically to see surfing vids featuring Charlie Wagner or just to see something that isn't old Pyramid matches.

The vid currently in is an overall competition video. A younger -- nearly a decade younger than her current self -- Wagner shows up in a few clips along with a number of others on a Queenstown beach. Shots of surfing, various interviews, images of the beaches themselves. It's at least professionally done, so no worries about terrible zoom or panning quality.

And almost surprisingly, Charlie herself is present, lounging in BDUs and dual-tanks on one of the sofas. She's got a sandwich in hand, munching away. She is not, however, looking at the screen. Nope. She's reading that Aerilonian Western she's been working on lately.

And just on the offchance that her own pins aren't enough, Abigail has brought out the big guns. Because if you cant solve a problem, clearly, the solution is throwing more brass at it. Or so it seems, as she heads in with Jackson. Who may or may not be known to the others gathered in the lounge, but he looks enough like his sister that it might not be so difficult to put two and two together. Already late to her own todo. But perhaps, given the recent circumstances, that can be forgiven, "I'll introduce you." And so she heads in Charlie's direction.

Jackson comes into the crew lounge shortly after Abigail with a never-did care swagger in his step and a smile that is doing its best to cover up the tightness around his eyes. "Appreciate it." he says in a moderately cheerful tone as he trails Abigail to the woman of the hour. "Walker's been telling me that there are oceans you can swim in without six layers of protective gear." He tells Charlie as they reach her. "I heard you were the expert."

Gotta hurry, gotta hurry. Evan's weaving his way towards the lounge having gotten off duty and gotten changed so he could make his way to the showing. He nearly bumps into the backs of Jackson and Abigail as he hurries in, grinning to them as he does. "Walker... person not Walker. Sorry. Not every day you get to mock someone for the actions of their youth in high def."

Which means someone other than Abigail got the initial vid going. Maybe Charlie did. Likely some Private who got roped into things and is either in the corner watching or got yanked away to some other duty. The sniper is currently chewing on a bite of sandwich when Jackson speaks of swimming and looks up at him, then at the EOD and back to the pilot. She just blinks, a finger on the page of the book. After swallowing, she nods. "Water around Queenstown's pretty nice. What we were in last night was fairly cold, though. Glad we had the wetsuits. Even if I bet Tomak would have loved to see Overstreet and Walker out there in bikinis with shark guns. Would have been like a Virgan spy film." Overhearing Evan, however, there's a low groan as she looks past the two, glaring at the Scorpian.

Lyn shuffles inside quietly, here either by invitation or accident is anyone's guess. She spots her brother with Abigail and gives him a little nod. Her expression is grim but she looks steady today. She got out all of the ugly crying yesterday. She squints at the vidscreen and slumps into a chair near Charlie. "Huh," she offers.

"I'm telling you. She was the best surfer to ever come out of Queenstown, even as a grom." It's good, to have something good, something happy, to focus on. And having a task, even if it's just introductions, helps too. A glance, at the man who nearly steamrolls over her, "Walker, Arda, Jackson, not Lyn." Just in case Evan was moving so fast he missed the shift in gender. And yes, there was a private roped into things. Because someone had to guard the lounge with their life! "Wagner, Jackson Arda, Arda's younger brother. Not one of ours." Which means he's air wing. "Jackson, this is Charlie Wagner, she's recon, in your sister's unit. That's Evan Calhoun." She gives Evan an innocent look, "Her spotter." A beat, "You all know me...talk amongst yourselves." The movement in the room catches Abigail's eye, and she offers a word to excuse herself, before she heads over in Lyn's direction, crouching next to the woman. No words, but she offers the other woman her hand.

Evan casts a quick glare back at Abigail at mention of being spotter, oh how he hates that task and the fact that he's become the designated spotter. Still, he crawls over the back of the sofa to plop down next to Charlie and lean forward to watch the video. "Alright, so did I miss the one where you wipe out?"

"Didn't know it was a marine thing." Jackson makes absolutely no effort to excuse himself instead looking back to Charlie. "If you do manage to get your Virgan spy film. I'll take a copy." He nods at each person as he's introduced. "Jax works." When Abigail heads over towards Lyn so does he. Seating himself on the arm of her chair, one arm around the back of it, as he turns his eyes towards the impending surf movie.

"I didn't know Arda had a brother," Charlie offers to Jackson, glancing between him and Lyn once the other recon gal has sat herself down. She does, however, moderate her expression a little for both ladies when Abigail pauses next to the other woman. "I heard about Ingvar," she notes in a lower voice. "I'm sorry." They deal with a lot of loss, sadly, and it's hard to hold onto, but you do what you can. When Evan climbs over the sofa, the sniper has to decide that she's not going to get anymore reading done. She dog-ears the page and tosses the book onto the nearby table next to the can of soda she's been working through. "Jax it is, then," she says to the Raptor pilot even as she shoves Evan. He will, for all his crimes against her, find himself with a wrapped sandwich tossed his way before she slouches back into her corner of the couch to finish her own.

Lyn looks at the vidscreen a little blankly until Abigail crouches beside her. She swallows as the other woman offers her a hand, and she takes it gingerly, chewing on her lower lip because GODSDAMMIT she just STOPPED crying! Her other hand grasps for one of Jackson's. She swallows down the lump in her throat.

Late. Late. Kyle has everthing but the proverbial pocketwatch in hand in her brisk walk to the hatch of the Lounge. Off-duty, in her marine khaki pants and her dual tanks, the 'newish' recon member is worrying over her ponytail for the last few feet. Clawing her fingers through it, she stops just outside of the door and huffs at it. Social life. The door far too nonreflective to see her reflection in, she frowns and slips through with fingers smearing down the front of her tanks and eyes up, counting the faces as if following the bouncing ball on a sing-a-long video.

Abigail, clearly, understands that this isn't the time, or the place for words, or anything beyond a simple gesture. A pat of Lyn's hand with her free one, before Abigail frees the other woman and leaves her in the care of her brother, "I'll get you both something." There's only so much socialing one should have to do, so let her do it. She owes the Ardas that much.

Abigail, clearly, understands that this isn't the time, or the place for words, or anything beyond a simple gesture. A pat of Lyn's hand with her free one, before Abigail frees the other woman and leaves her in the care of her brother, "I'll get you both something." There's only so much socialing one should have to do, so let her do it. She owes the Ardas that much. "Costello, just in time."

Ooooh, sammich. Evan grins over at Charlie as he starts to unwrap it and taking a peek inside the bread lifts his eyebrow up at her. "You..." He shakes his head, impressed expression on his face as he starts to eat the sandwich and takes a moment to glance around at others about, adding his nod towards Abigail in conjunction with Charlie's words.

Jackson takes Lyn's hand when the hold is requested. "Did you get to try surfing yet lyn?" he asks his sister. His voice not quite low enough to be private. When Abigail excuses herself he gives her a smile and a quiet "Thanks."

Kyle looks up, chin jerking Abigail's way at the mention of her name. Brows shooting up towards her forehead, Kyle points towards her breastbone and mouths 'me?'. "I didn't do anything; it's not my fault, what am I just in time for?" Kyle blurts sarcastically, lips warbling into a half-smile to match her sarcastic tone. Palms come together in a clap and her hands remain together, looking around the room. "So did I hear right that we're about to watch some bitch fight an ocean? Because that's what I heard and I don't know if I can not watch that." Avoid the obvious, right? Kyle hardens her eyes and tries to steer past the firm brows and fresh tears.

Lyn lets out a long slow breath and nods to Abigail. She's holding it together. Breathe in, breathe out, under control. Whew. No waterworks. "I stuck my toes in the water on Scorpia but the waves were pretty intimidating. I didn't go in deeper than my knees," she tells Jackson. "Those waves look much larger than the ones on Scorpia," she notes to Charlie.

"Actually, Costello, that is exactly what we're all watching." Abigail finds three cans of, well something, whatever she thinks Lyn might like, based on what she's seen of her eating in the mess, the same for her brother because that's what you do with siblings, especially when you didn't think ahead to ask before you walked away from them, and some water for herself. Or, well, whomever wants it. She offers a smile, at Charlie, as she passes by her, "Thank you." And then she continues on to hand off the drinks, "Everyone's welcome to whatever we have. I'm not sure what all is actually out there. I wound up Perry," that was the hapless Private, "and set him loose in the Mess."

"...prefer your sandwiches heavy on the meat and cheese, light on the greens? I know." Charlie flashes a grin towards Evan as she leans for her soda to take a drink. When Kyle shows, she lifts her hands in a sort of 'I give up' gesture. Even if, well, she did sort of doom herself to all of this. "Y'all are lucky I like you," she announces to the room at large. "I was gonna just get Walker to hand out a vid or two, but nooooo." She glances to Lyn and offers a more moderate, understanding smile. "These? Yeah. I bet there's places on Scorpia with comparable waves, but Queenstown had the surfing on Picon. Best waves, hands down." Some islands would probably disagree, but she's got to rep her home. And for now, well, she'll just focus on the high points. Hopefully it'll mean the vids that focus more on her rather than Queenstown surfing overall will take longer to come out. When Abigail passes by, there's a smile for the woman. "And soon, hopefully, we'll get down there to blow up more canners."

"Oh, okay, then I heard right," Kyle wide-eyes to Abigail and jams her hands in the back pockets of her BDU pants, palms outwards. She slowly throws out a leg, the first step in a long-legged walk over to the viewing area. She looks down to Lyn upon approach and dips down, giving Arda's shoulder a squeeze that ends as soon as it begins. "But, Specks?" Beat. "Really, what's the good in all of us just sitting in our bunks. Here we can throw stuff when the ocean wins. Just...you're all going to have to bear with me, because I have not a frakkin' clue how this sport works."

Lyn takes the soda from Abigail with a small smile of gratitude as she cracks it open and takes a drink. She seems to relax a little bit then, and her shoulders settle downward from their previously bunched position. She gives Kyle a little smile and nod. "Is Erin coming? It's only right that all of Fox Force Four is in attendance."

"It's not about the sport." Evan explains to Kyle as he motions to the sofa he's claimed next to Charlie. "It's about the scantily clad competitors and of course the making fun of belly flops when they happen."

Jackson seems happy enough with his randomly assigned drink, not that he really pays any attention to what it actually is. He gives Kyle a smile from his seat on the arm of Lyn's chair. "Me neither. Way I hear it the idea is to fall into the water as many times as you dare it without getting eaten by the locals." He grins at Evan. The expression only slightly marred by the fact that he's not as animated as he usually would be. "That too."

Abigail gives Evan a look, as she hears his estimation of what sort of surfing Charlie actually did, "Let me guess. You used to be one of those bodyboarding fools on Scorpia, right?" She finds her own space, settling comfortably enough, with her water, and, for a little while, enough silence and attention on the vid to distract her. It's a new competition now, a new location. The waves are tall, 6 to 8 feet, the water between them perfectly glassy. And colder, as Charlie and the other women in her heat are all wearing wetsuits, the sort that are sort of like long-sleeved one-pieces.

"Erin? Oh-" Kyle blinks and lifts a shoulder, giving a quick look back to the hatch. "I actually haven't seen her around a lot lately, at least not socially, so I don't know. I hope so." Kyle offers to the door, then down to Lyn. "If she doesn't poke in soon maybe I'll find her and drag her by her raccoon ears. Or make BabyBro order her attendance; hey Jax." Kyle smirks, reaching out to squeeze Jackson's upper arm as well. Some handshake. Some don't. Kyle reaches out in a lean for Abigail's shoulder aaaaand...pulls hand back from contact as she drops to her backside on her floor and scurries into a cross-legged seating.

"So, Evan." Kyle clears her throat. "This is inevitably gonna lead to an all marine-dude bellyflop competition if we ever get half a decent leave, right? OOoo." Kyle suddenly stops talking. "That's a sexy slice of ocean right there."

"Yeah. I heard about sharks. I don't think I'd want to meet one," Lyn admits. "Pretty sure no surfers would be keen on coming face to face with a polar bear either, but I'm a lot more comfortable on land than in water." She watches the vid, and the waves are peaceful. It's the sound of the waves she grew to like on the last shore leave.

"Body boarding? No. That's some lame shit right there." Evan comments, half around the sandwich he's eating. "No, I focused more on mountain climbing and alcohol related adventures." He leans back and pats his stomach some, "Body shots, y'know?"

"I love the level of confidence you all have in me," Charlie notes in a wry tone, making as if she's about to get up off the sofa. Perhaps storm out, even! Except she's doing it super-dramatic-slow-like. She even made Evan his favorite sandwich. How dare they. "I mean, if you're just here to see me fail, I might as well go read in peace." She does look sidelong at Evan, smirking briefly at the Scorpian.

"Seriously?" Jackson asks Kyle. "What makes you think I'd be any good at dragging an unwilling marine to the party?" he chuckles at the polar bear thing. "Nobody wants to come face to face with a polar bear." Evan's words make him perk up and look across at him but it's Charlie he talks too. "I'm here for the sharks and bikinis." he looks back at the screen, quaffs some of his drink and then says. "Looks pretty impressive though. Is it hard to learn?"

"I have ever confidence in you, Wagner." But then, Abigail did provide all of the video for tonight's entertainments. Which would be totally creepy, if she hadn't had them before she transferred to the Wolves. "Not necessarily you, Arda. But brass goes a long way, when everyone is enlisted." Rank is harder to assert in the air wing. Marines...not so much.

Lyn sips her drink and snorts at her brother. "Surfing wouldn't be fun for you. You couldn't make anyone puke their guts up on a surfboard except yourself." She looks to the others. "We used to bet at the station how many members of each science expedition Jax would make vomit with his flying."

"Because you can pull rank, Jackson Arda?" Kyle slants an eye towards Jackson with a quirly smile. "You seem alright socially, but when it comes to pulling the dirty tricks to make people do stuff, you're the nuclear option. And, apparently, the vomit option." Kyle snap-points to Abigail with a nod of her head, then leans back on one hand, arm straight, eyes to the screen. "Sharks and bikinis sounds like an amazing movie idea." Kyle sighs, rubbing at her brow. "Alright, Charlie, since I'm here to see you do something kick-ass, how does this work? Is this one that you won?"

"There were no sharks last night," Charlie offers sidelong to Kyle, "thankfully... Sadly no bikinis." Which was probably a good thing, too, considering they were far enough north on Picon for it to be cold. Hypothermia is not a sexy look. She does flop back down on the sofa, angling it well enough to put her hip against Evan when she does so. "This video in particular? Mmmmm-" she squints at the screen, trying to recall. "I think I came... was it second or third, Walker? I don't think I won." There's a long drink from her soda, draining the can. She ponders Jax's question. "I grew up on the water. To me it was easy. I... may not be the best to ask."

"Third. This was the one where Piper got disqualified for pulling Jacobs' leash." Which is a damned stupid thing to do, but they all look about 14 or so, who stupid is par for the course at that age. At Charlie's comment to Jackson, Abigail looks back, "I grew up working in my parents surf shop. Could get you up and on your feet in an hour, tops. Small waves, good steady current, it wouldn't be difficult."

Jackson lifts an eyebrow at Abigail and then Kyle. "You want me to walk into the same room as said marine and pull rank. Well geez. Good to know you all want me to live till the end of the month." He gives Lyn a faintly pained look. "I thought this was supposed to be about Charlie." Abigail gets a nod. "Next time we're somewhere with surfing then." He looks around. "Well then. Where am I going to find her? Might as well get this over with."

Lyn leans forward, resting her forearms on her knees so she can watch the video through squinted eyes. She's a bit awed by the waves and the crazy souls dropping into them. She'll climb the side of a volcano without so much as a twinge of nervousness, but all that water and not knowing what is under it, she finds relatively creepy. She glances at her watch though and rises. "I've got a duty shift to get too. I'll hopefully catch the rerun of these vids?" she asks, before she ruffles her baby brother's hair and heads out.

"You don't have to look for Erin, Jax, I was just frakkin' with ya," Kyle looks up, smile waving off of her face as she watches Lyn head for the door. She turns her frown towards Jax, painting his face with all kinds of nonverbal questions, wordless, requests, unsure. Her frown tightens. "And this IS about about our girl, Charlie." Kyle crawls on her hands and knees until she's pulling into Lyn's chair, stealing it before someone else can. "And me being jealous, looking at all of this ocean and sun." Kyle whumps down into the chair with a dull thud. "I've always wanted to learn how to do this, and you beach rats that just got to hang out by the waves all day?" Kyle looks from Abigail to Charlie. "Frakked levels of jealousy, I mean it."

"We did not just hang out y the waves all day." Abigail actually says that with a straight face, as she looks towards Charlie, "Yeah...she's right, we kind of did. Every chance we got. Surf before school, surf after school...surf during school, if you had enough free periods clumped together. But if you're interested in learning, Aubrey, Banshee, and I, we did a surf day, the last time we were on Scorpia, gave some lessons, we'd be happy to do that again, if you're interested. For any of you."

"Riiiiiiight," Charlie says when Abigail mentions the particular even and what happened. "Jacobs' never forgave her that, either. If he hadn't made out with her sister the night before, though..." Oh, the things teenagers on tour with maybe a parent as chaperone will do. She leans to the table, grabbing a cookie from a plate to start munching on. There's a bit of a flush that starts to creep over her nose when Jackson mentions it being about her and it only spreads when Kyle pushes the point. If anything, the woman looks like she might want to disappear into the sofa itself. "I'm jealous, too," she notes, suddenly, to Costello. "I'd kill for a week at the beach. The air and lack of sun on the ship gets stifling... and all my missions planetside have been too far north to enjoy." She breaks off pieces of the cookie, looking over to Abigail. There's a shrug. "Might be I could join in on that, too. If I don't get... tied up otherwise, next leave."

"Yeah I know." Jackson tells Kyle as she helps herself to the seat he's attached too. "If I've got the rank to tell her to come to the party I sure as heck have the rank to sit here and pretend you never asked." He looks back to the screen. "If the opportunity to get me surfing happens then I'll be game."

"The leash is the part where you tie the board to your ankle, right?" Kyle speaks up, propping an elbow on the leg of the seat where Jackson is, staring past his side at the screen. "That was a dumb question, wasn't it; whatever." Kyle snorts. "If we get leave someday where it makes sense, then sure, count me in. A lot of IFs, I guess, but I'm in, too." A beat. "And if you're tied up, Charlie? Don't you dare cut that out to go surfin, know what I'm sayin?" Kyle cackles and tries to extend a boot to shove at Charlie's knee.

"So you two were on some teen surfing tour?" Kyle speaks up and elbows Jackson's hip. "COME THE FRAK ON. Tell us some stories, like." Kyle points to a blonde with long hair on the screen. "Who's the hottie with the mohawk and on a scale of one to ten how much partying was it?"

"Yeah, that's the leash. It's mostly to make sure the board doesn't get away from you in the water. They breakaway pretty easily now. A couple of decades ago, a surfer died when his leash got caught on the reef, and he couldn't get free in time. So now they're quick-release, so you can get clear if you need to." But a shake of Abigail's head follows, "No, I was never a professional. Not even amateur, except in the little local events we'd have around the Bay. Wagner was the pro. I just come from surfing people. I remember the first time she came in to my parent's shop. She signed a rash guard for me."

"It is," Charlie answers Kyle, whether she calls it a dumb question or not. "can really frak someone up if you mess with it. If it doesn't breakaway or if it just throws them off-balance when they don't expect it." She finishes off her cookie and rolls to her feet, moving to the drink station. A couple sodas are nabbed and upon her return and subsequent reclaiming of her spot, one is shoved at Evan before she opens the other for herself. She scoffs at Costello and sort of kicks back, "I'll come out if I damn well please." At least the flush has quit by now. When Abigail mentions her coming into the shop, she just glances over and looks a bit sheepish: "I don't remember that." But, there's questions about the surfers! Ahem! So she looks at the screen, sips her soda, and squints. "Mohawk waaaaas... Karl. Talented, but a douche. Transplant from... Canceron, I think. Partying depended on whose parents were along as chaperone for that event, really. Some parents would just go to bed at night, leave us to our own devices. Others would basically lock us in the rooms with them to keep us out of trouble."

Jackson gives Kyle a sideways look as she elbows him not once but twice. He shifts enough that her elbow wont hit the same spot next time and it is really obvious that he's not about to give up his real estate no matter how many elbows are involved. Then he turns his attention to the screen and stares at a point somewhere roughly an inch beyond the moving images.

Kyle's face scrunches up halfway; nearly cartoonish in the scowl she gives with another boot to Charlie and an elbow to Jackson. The boot comes down and Kyle, antsy as ever, shoves to her feet and shoves Jackson into the chair proper on her way to find something to eat. "Yeah, he looks like a douche. Oh, look at that smile, he knows the cameras are on him," Kyle points to the screen in her backwards walk. She finds a bottle of water and lifts herself to sit upon it, legs kicking. "So, forgive me for asking this, but am I getting the vibe here that Charlie was the pro surfer and Walker was the avid watcher? Am I understanding this?" Kyle's eyes are glued to the screen. "Frak, Walker, that must have been cool seeing famous people you watched on the idiot box come into your shop; and what's a RASH GUARD, that sounds like-" Kyle grumbles, trying to find something sufficiently improper to call it. She grunts. Nrgg. Can't find it.

"That's cause I got my Dad to do it, when he had you sign the rest of the merch we had for you during that press junket. I was too shy to ask you myself." See, Charlie? It's not just all your secrets Abigail tells! She rats herself out too! Abigail rises, moving to replenish her water, glancing over the gathered to see if they need or want anything else, "Jackson you want anything? Anyone?" She taps her nose, at Kyle's estimation, "Yes, that's it exactly. I was a huge fan. Hence why I have vid of every competition she ever surfed in...and she hasn't surfed in almost a decade." And then, more seriously, "It's a shirt, usually made of mesh, that protects your skin if you're surfing over refs. The coral can cut you to shreds, and the bacteria in it can give you a bad infection, we just call it reef rash. Hence rash guard."

"I know where you sleep, Costello." It's a weak threat considering they all sleep in the same berthings, really. Even so, Charlie points after Kyle before turning to watch the screen again. "He is a douche, but- 3... 2..." and then Karl goes tumbling off his board and right into the tunnel of the wave. Wagner smirks in satisfaction. When Abigail explains, there's a sense of understanding over the woman. "You know, it always felt weird signing that shit. I had a hard time getting sponsors and they never wanted me for the commercials unless it was like, a group thing." She wasn't the blonde-hair-blue-eye archetype like Walker over there. "Honestly, it's part of why I got out. I just did it for the fun of it at first and then it became... y'know, work." And turning fun into work for a teenager just kills it.

The particular event finishes and as Abigail predicted, Charlie gets third. The next begins and she makes a bit of a face. There's a nudge to Evan as she grabs her book, burying her face in it. "You wanted to see me wipe out, right?" Mutter. Because it's about to happen...

"Well, I wanted to tease you about wiping out, not necessarily see it." Evan corrects Charlie as he opens up the soda she got for him, starting to drink it. "Come on now, you gotta at least watch it. You give me enough shit as is about my hang-ups and screw ups, gotta share in the embarrassment."

Thats the problem with falling into private recollections around evil people like Kyle. He makes an oof sound as he's shoved into the chair, looking up to give Kyle an appropriately annoyed look. "You know I'm a raptor pilot right Kyle?" He's smiling again at this point. "You don't wanna know how miserable I can make you." His attention snaps back to the screen at Charlie's promise of a wipe out. "Whats that like?"

"Yeah, I got a lot of that work. It helps when they just care about what you look like, and not that you actually can do something besides stand around and look pretty. I think it helped that Aubrey's Dad liked me enough to book me as often as he did. The money was good, when things were tight, and he helped to keep the vultures off. You start out bikini modeling, and the next thing you know, you start getting calls from guys who want to know how adverse you would be to taking the bikini off on their casting couch." A glance back to Jackson, "Are you doing open invites, then, on the vomit comet?"

"Yeah, I got a lot of that work. Except mostly, they just care about what you look like, and not that you actually can do something besides stand around and look pretty. I think it helped that Aubrey's Dad liked me enough to book me as often as he did. The money was good, when things were tight, and he helped to keep the vultures off. You start out bikini modeling, and the next thing you know, you start getting calls from guys who want to know how adverse you would be to taking the bikini off on their casting couch." A glance back to Jackson, "Are you doing open invites, then, on the vomit comet?"

Aubrey makes her way in, wearing CF labeled shorts and a t-shirt, looking like she was on her way to the gym. , Her hair is in a braid and she grabs a sandwich off the pile; screw working out, there is food and surfing. "Is that Karl! That cheating frakker," she announces, before taking a healthy bite of the Sammy. She moves over to where Abigail is and sets a hand on her shoulder. She's heard the scuttlebutt.

"I didn't want to watch any of this," Charlie notes in a low voice to Evan. So this is already a big step! She's grabbing the book nonetheless. It's something to hide behind, at least. She has a reputation to protect, after all. here's a glance over towards Jackson and a small shrug. "Depends. Sometimes you just end up coasting back to shore and you're done. Other times..." She shakes her head, risking a glance to the vid screen. Currently, it's a roughly-sixteen Charlie. "You kinda get used to the sensation that... you're just lost in the water, hoping your lungs hold out for your senses to right themselves." She shakes herself slightly, casting her attention to Abigail. "Is he really that bad a pilot?"

Jackson shrugs at Charlie's question about his piloting skills. "I will be." he declares, sounding more amused than angry. "If she keeps hitting me."

"Imagine what it would feel like to be hit by a truck. It feels like being hit with a brick fullbody, and the pressure is trying to squeeze all the air out of your lungs, and the hydraulic of the wave is trying to drag you down to the bottom. And then you just look for light, kick as hard as you can and hope you get to break water and catch a breath. And then you hope you didn't snap your board and you get back on the horse. Every surfer wipes, a good surfer gets back up and paddles out again. Abigail smiles, as Aubrey comes over, am arm slipping around the other woman's waist, a quick, familial hug, before she points out the people Aubrey might not know, "Evan Calhoun, Kyle Costello, both marines, Jackson Arda, he's one of yours."

Aubrey perches on the arm of whatever Abigail is sitting on, and swallows down a mouthful of sandwich. She gives the others a wave, but she is mostly looking to see that her pseudo-sister is all right. She seems to be so she resumes watching the vid and eating.

Abigail is really sucking at "'s lately.

"Sounds a bit like when you first leave your tent in the morning" Jackson moves to his feet, rubbing almost absent mindedly at his hip as he extricates himself from the chair. "Back at Thula" He rubs a hand across his eyes. "Im gonna go get some shuteye."

"I should change out those sheets." Abigail rises, as if what she just said actually made sense, and dips down, giving Aubrey another quick hug, before she looks to the rest of the small gathering, "Those are yours to keep, Wagner. I made a couple of copies, but if anyone pays me for them, I'll cut you in, 50/50. Hold up, Arda."

Aubrey waves at Jackson. "Night new guy," because he won't have a name til he does something memorable.

Jackson waits for Abigail to catch up before starting out again. "You don't need to worry about that." he explains. "You'd be surprised what I can sleep through."


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