*Actionette* Under (Very Little) Cover

OOC - JP between myself and SMAndy, hopefully ending the Prostitute rebellion, I'm sure there are dissidents on the station somewhere if it needs to carry on or we've messed up.    =pWho: Rufus, Rosette, Efof
Where: The Flesh Pitts of Forth Base  (Gods I love this game!)When: Sniptastico!---- Snip ----A few minutes later, a sexily dressed Rosette, covered in enough makeup
to make her look like Ginger did stepped out, wearing the rubber and
leather outfit."Eww.. this thing is horrible." she said, not
noticing as Rufus turned red and looked away, closely followed by Efof
as he thought it was the right thing to do."Efof, the gun?" she
asked, then began to lead them the same way that Ginger had done.  Now
though, Ginger was all tied up in a random room...---- End Snip ----'LookawayLookawayLookawayLookawayLookawayLookaway' repeated itself through Rufus' mind, not through any desire for the bondage clad Rosette, more for the fact that he wasn't sure which would happen first, he'd be killed by a prostitute, a monkey, or die of embarrassment. He shuffled after Efof, who was also averting his alien eyes. Rosette's current heeled boots clicked along behind the two.  She knew how to wear high heels, and not break an ankle while doing so.  She shifted uneasily in the outfit, wondering how anyone would want to wear such a thing.... and how the fetish first appeared."This is the most uncomfortable I've ever been..." Rosette muttered as they walked.  "Nearly there though..." she said, as they approached the entrance.  Two armed prostitutes flanked the door, and opened it for them as they got closer.  One of them smirked as she looked at Rufus and Efof."Heh. Where did you find these? a weirdo convention?" she joked.  Rosette wanted to shoot her for that comment, but resisted.  "What other kind of people show up at this station?""I.. I'll have you know I'm a... a... a...." Rufus stammered, struggling to get the words out as he looked and saw what the guards were wearing. In the geek community, the phrase 'cheesecake armour' would just about describe it. The two girls cleavages were more dangerous if they should cough than their guns were. Rosette didn't want Rufus to get hurt by these curb crawlers, so jumped in.  "just get them in the cages." Rosette interrupted.  The door began to close behind them.  Around the room, she could see the telltale signs of the plans she'd made earlier.  Security guards were already surrounding the room."Wait for it..." she whispered, hoping Efof would be able to find a safe place for both of them while she 'negotiated'.  Most of the cages were full of suited men, obviously in high positions with little time for social lives."Rose... What are we doing here?" Rufus hissed, as she moved them towards one of the cages. "Just stay down and keep out of the way." She whispered back. Rufus nodded and allowed her to shove him into one of the cages, he snuck himself to the corner and watched what the crazy woman was going to do next. One of the men in the cage was twitching nervously, sweating at being cooped up around so many women"Right..." she said, looking around the room.  The prostitutes had no idea how to run an operation like this, and it was obvious.  None of them had the entry points covered, which was perfect for her operation.  She closed the cage, but didn't lock it. Instead, she turned to face the prostitute nearby, and smiled at her."Not your lucky day." she said, grabbing her around the neck, pointing her phallic shaped gun at her head. "Alright everyone! guns down!" she called out.  All the unguarded vent shafts burst open to let more of the Blue Dwarf security team in, with a couple of the stations own guards too. As they began to lower their weapons, she ushered them into the centre of the room, and pushed her own captive to join them.  She glanced over to Rufus in the cell, with a look that said "Sorry I had to drag you into this.""I'm so confused..." Rufus mumbled. "It feels like I've been asleep for the last few months. This is the most surreal situation I think I've been in..." "You should try being in someone else's head..." Efof said, "That's messed up." "I know what you mean." The twitchy man said, "I was so confused, but now, I see it.  I LOVE YOU GOLDIE!" He bellowed, rushing the cage doors. The unlocked cage doors.One of the last remaining prostitutes to still have a gun raised it towards the cell as the brute of a man broke through the cell door and charged the woman that he called Goldie. Rosette was a little quicker off the mark though, as her weapon loosed a shell before the prostitute knew what was going on. The gun flew from her hand as Rosette spun hers on her finger.  "Bad move." she said, letting the twitchy man rugby tackle her to the ground."No wonder they want a pay rise..." She muttered, heading back to the cells. "Come on guys... we can go home now." she said, completely forgetting what she was wearing, and thus forgetting to cover up at all."H..H.. Here. You can wear this. Just don't put your hand in the left hand pockets...." Rufus said, swiftly removing his lab coat and handing it to Rosette, in a way that seemed incredibly deft for the boy genius. "Oh, yeah... thanks." she said, wrapping it around herself.  His scent rose from the coat, but she knew that now wasn't the time.  She purposefully left a gap in the jacket though, playing with the scientists head. "I feel like I owe you a drink or two to make up for this...""Well, I don't drink, but I'm sure Efof could make a really good cup of Tea in Parrotts'" Rufus grinned.<Tag Onion, to the bar!>