milliways_bar | party post: hail the conquering heroes

Anyone in the main barroom or out by the lake today will be treated to an odd sight. Dozens of girls, shouting, squealing, running through the backdoor and across the lawn, arms laden with all manner of treats — and one boy, tied up, pulled along with them.

The gang makes their way to the forest, where a tree fort rises above the ground. It's quite a fancy fort, equipped with slingshots, water balloon launchers, and other weaponry and defenses. The interior paneling has some Cybertronian script on it. There's a tire swing outside fashioned from a tractor tire, a crow's nest, and the entrance may be had by ladder, drawbridge, or manual elevator. Inside there are comics, pudding snacks, and the sort of things you'd expect to see in a tree house. It was clearly designed by somebody who really loved their gadgets, and knew what they were doing.

Kate and Natasha have seized the property. Being outlaws in need of a hideout, and all.

"This way!"

Natasha is already inside, leaving all entrances open to the returning posse and offering cover from anyone who might be following. Once the snacks are secured and the prisoner is dealt with, everyone can breathe a huge sigh of relief.

And enjoy the fruits of their labor.

[ooc: ~~give us one minute to set up some thread headings before tagging~~ We're open for business! This post is wide, wide open to everyone — boy, girl, adult, child, animal, mineral, etc. The girls will be inside the tree fort, but it's completely visible from the ground for any who want to stop by and see what's going on, or sneak their way in. ^__^

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Nom, chocolate. And unfortunately for Tommy, Natasha has an actual dog who pulls that face at every meal time.

(And Fluffy is much cuter than Tommy)

"Whatcha promise on?"

"I promise on--" He pauses, snorting a sigh, thinking of something to promise on. "--my baseball card collection. Okay?"

To drive it home, he squirms a little.

"The rope's starting to hurt."

Moar Face?

She considers him for a long moment, her eyes sharp and intense as she continues nibbling one of the pieces of chocolate.

"One moment," she says at last, and gets up and runs off. She returns shortly with her dart gun, and another piece of rope. The rope she uses to tie on of his arms to a pole (...not that well, to be honest), and then she unties one of his hands. Cautiously, she backs up, her gun firmly in hand.

No chocolate is passed over just yet. She watches for his reaction.

Tommy is going to have some serious Issues with bondage when he grows up.

The dart gun gets a 'wtf' look from him, and despite the growing indignation at still being trussed up, he lets her do her thing without much protest. When she stands back, he exhales another long-suffering sigh.

"Happy now?"

"A little," she says, grudgingly.

"Can you catch?"

Tommy smirks.

"Pfff, of course I can catch. Hell, I can catch with one hand tied behind my-- oh."

She giggles at that, crinkling her nose with her hand pressed to her mouth.

"Here, try," she says, and tosses him a piece of chocolate. She's got good aim, and the toss a gentle one. No sense in wasting food, after all.

Making girls giggle, whether deliberately or accidentally, and usually at his own expense, will become a thing for him. And luckily, a thing he'll enjoy.

She does have good aim, and his reflexes are quick enough to easily snatch up the piece of candy.

"Thanks."

He supposes he should say that. Manners and all.

As he bites off a corner of chocolate, he asks, "What's your name again?" There are a lot of girls in this posse, and introductions haven't exactly been made.

"You're welcome," she says, because, manners.

"I'm Natasha. What's your name?"

"Tommy."

This's good chocolate. Om nom.

"How long d'you think you're gonna stay up here?"

"It depends," she says, vaguely.

"But we've got food, and weapons! We'll be fine if anyone tries to take the sweets away."

He nods thoughtfully as he finishes off the last bit of chocolate, popping the piece into his mouth.

"Y'know, if you needed it, I could help defend the fort."

The phrase 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em' just sounds a lot nicer than 'Stockholm syndrome.'

She lights up. Her expression turns cautious, and then wary, and then hopeful, but there is a bit of lighting up going on.

He's seen the light! Or...he's on his way to, anyway. It's progress.

"We might need your help," she admits. "It'll take EVERYONE to defend this place."

He nods agreeably. He's somewhat seen the light, but mostly he's just seen that all the sweets are here and why would anyone want to give them back to the adults when he can have his fair share right now?

"I'm good with a water gun."

He's noticed the stash of water-weapons, including a really big one that he's been eager to try out.

"But you'd hafta untie me, of course."

She's torn. So very torn.

But finally, the little girl sighs.

"Alright. But I'm trusting you," she adds, sternly, as she hands him another bar of chocolate. You wouldn't want to disappoint this face, do you, Tommy?

As he takes the piece of chocolate, he looks her in the eye.

"You can trust me."

No, it's definitely not a face that he wants to disappoint, because she can do things with a dart gun, and plus he doesn't want to be tied up again. So he'll do this. If anything, he'll do this for the (rapidly melting) ice cream, and he'll do this for that spunky little cowgirl.

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