taxonomites | [1][Holo] The most awkward arrival to date

The pink and black haired slayer stood beneath the shower head in her eldest sibling's apartment, figuring she'd take her up on the offer to use her shower now and again. Rinsing out the last of the shampoo, she turned off the water, stepping out onto the mat, grabbing a simple white towel, Erin wasn't one for brightly colored bathroom objects. Wrapping the towel around her torso, covering her from bust to knee, Melaka turned to close the shower door but it was no longer there. In that fraction of a second, she'd been taken to a strange room that most definitely was not her sister's bathroom. Water droplets flung from her hair as she turned in a quick circle, cornflower blue orbs wide. "Where in the ruttin' hell...." She trailed off, making her way down the stairs, slipping once, reaching out to steady herself with the small table, her hand bumping the tablet, hitting the button to start recording, to where the door was, pounding the side of her hand against it.

When it wouldn't open, she pounded harder, anger crossing her features. "Harth! Whatever toy sitch you got me in now, I'll ruttin' skin you for doin' this!" She barked at the top of her lungs, pounding on the door until her hand ached. Sighing heavily, Melaka turned, resting her back agains the door for a moment. There was something she'd missed. Looking back to the platform, she saw the tablet sitting on the table, the screen lit up. Her brow furrowed and she pushed herself off the door, crossing back over, slipping a little once on the water that dripped from her form. Reaching the small side table, Mel picked up the tablet, and the door opened behind her. Melaka turned her head, seeing the outside world and she held tight to the tablet as she sprinted from the room, not wanting to take any chances at it being on a timer. She slipped on the puddle she'd made just in front of the door a little again on the way out, then slid to a stop, when she saw the expansive view of the city outside the large window.

"Where in the ruttin' hell am I?" She scoffed, unaware that the tablet was turned on to the holographic recording function.

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Wasn't expecting a show with my dinner.

[Comes Dean's voice, sounding amused; he's eating something, as made obvious by his words and the fact that it sounds like he's stuffing his face, as usual.]

[The slayer has no idea what the hell's going on and she looks left and right, paying no attention to the tablet. She turns in a quick circle, seeing no one.]

And where in the ruttin' hell are ya, if you can see me?

I'm above you. I'm God, y'see.

[Yes, Dean is an asshole.]

Really ruttin' don't believe that. [But she totally looked up anyways] On account-a my not believin' in that spun nonse.

Good, 'cause neither do I. [Dean laughs.] This is all coming from the tablet. Y'know, the PDA thing that should be on the pedestal. Go look.

You mean that square thing I'm holdin'? [Mel asked, lifting it a little, looking down at it, scrunching up her nose a little, pressing a few buttons, unknowingly putting herself on visual]

Oh, wow.

[Pause, and then he sounds like he's yelling over his shoulder to someone.]

Sam! Taxon gave us a naked chick in a towel!

Melaka sighed, rolling her eyes. "Never seen a girl in a towel before? Now, that's a tad on the disappointin' side," She scoffed, arching an eyebrow at the tablet.

Seen plenty of chicks in towels, and even more in less than that, thanks. [Dean says matter-of-factly, almost smug, even.]

Sam, on the other hand, hasn't, which is why it's my job to introduce him to the wonderful world of ladyparts.

"Sure you have," Mel smirked, crossing one arm beneath her smallish bust, keeping her towel from falling.

"And if I'm wantin' anyone to make with, I'll be the one to introduce 'em to my...'ladyparts'," the slayer added, arching an eyebrow.

You sound like you don't believe me, babe. [Dean still sounds smug.]

Well, you're probably not gonna get anywhere with Sam unless you shove your chest in his face. The boy's clueless, I swear.

"'Babe'?" Mel asked, that eyebrow arching a little more. She rolled her eyes and continued. "Ever think that maybe he's not wantin' to make with anyone just yet? New digs, spun sitch. Would make anyone not wanna get sweaty."

[Now Dean just sounds incredulous.]

Sam's a dude in his prime, of course he wants to 'make with' someone. He's just too lame to score with chicks. The only reason he got laid before was because of those puppy eyes of his. It's like staring into your doom.

[And maybe he sounds a little amused, too, because he loves making fun of his little brother.]

"You're a rocketship sib, you know that?" Mel chuckled, a bemused smirk on her face.

By this time, Mel had gotten her clothes from the hatch and had set the tablet on the edge of the hatch, dropping her boots and socks to the floor, grabbing her slacks and pulling them up. She dropped the towel, not caring if he saw. She didn't care of Urkonn saw, certainly didn't care if some other guy saw. She pulled on her shirt, then grabbed the tablet, setting it on the floor as she sat, pulling on her socks.

Is that a good thing? 'Cause it's true, I'm the best damn big brother that's ever walked the earth. [He's not being serious.]

[Also, boobies. Dean goes quiet for a long moment, and then finally says:]

Jeeze, you're modest.

The mention of him being the older brother hits her square in the chest and a frown mars her otherwise pretty features. "'m sure you are. Gettin' girls to make with...Sam, was it?"

"What's the point of bein' otherwise? Said so yourself, you've seen 'em before," Mel shrugged nonchalantly, tying up her left boot, feeling naked without her blaster.

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