15444/Message From a Bottle

Message From a Bottle
Date of Scene:	23 July 2023
Location:	Blake House
Synopsis:	Plans are laid over breakfast.
Cast of Characters:	Zinda Blake, Thomas Blake, Megan Gwynn

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Zinda Blake has posed:
Morning always seems to come earlier after a long night of drinking. Last night, Thomas and Zinda finished an epic bar crawl. Zinda remembers most of it, even. Like the motorcycle ride back to the Blake House, where she kept falling off. After a few times of this, Thomas just put her on the bike in front of him for the rest of the trip.

In spite of all that, Zinda has no bruises or scrapes on her legs. The short skirt is sort of offset by the leather knee-boots, which do show some scrapes. Right now she's wearing that skirt along with a less-than-pristine white t-shirt. A ruffly apron covers everything in the front, and she has occupied the kitchen.

The house smells like frying sausage, baking biscuits, and fresh coffee. For someone who was dead-drunk six hours ago, Zinda is remarkably chipper.

Thomas Blake has posed:
All of this contributes to the tiger shoving his nose into Thomas, in a very familiar manner. thomas wakes up with the sun in his face and regrets that. He pushes the tiger away gently (you be gentle with your tiger and hope he is gentle with you) and snaps, "KNOCK IT OFF!" he regrets snapping. Then he smells the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen. This is why he never moved the bed and sleeping arrangements upstairs. The great Catman rises nursing a big head. Not really caring what he has on and pads silently to the kitchen. Then tiger falls behind him. "Stop making al that noise," he whispers. He sees Auntie, cooking up a storm. Fortunately he gets the iron stomach/glass head sort of hangover. He comes up to hug her from behind. "No one ever cooks for me... well mom did, and you." The tiger bumps both their legs. Oh, shorts, he's wearing those pajama shorts.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake is barefoot and her blonde hair is still a bit rumpled, but otherwise she's awake. She oofs when she's hugged from behind, laughing and reaching up and back to ruffle his hair. There's a spatula in her right hand, and she points it directly at Rasputin. "You jus' keep that critter outta my kitchen until everything's ready. I'm makin' enough for all of us." Managing to half-turn, she gives Thomas a one-armed hug back.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake thinks his Aunt has the rarest sort of pretty. She gets up in the morning looking great. "Mmmm. I'm glad you didn't get hurt last night. Then you fell out, I think and it was easier. You kept wanting to drive asking where the altimeter was. Wow, we gave your friend a send off."

Thomas looks at the tiger who does leave but retires to a corner to watch. He does live there. Thomas suddenly remembers something and releases the aviatrix (nice word!) and heads to his bedstead, returns with the bottle.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake turns back towards the stove, casting a wry grin over her shoulder at the mention of the altimeter. "See, I know that ain't true. And the -reason- I know it ain't true is 'cause it was a clear night, and a good pilot don't need an altimeter if she can see the sky." She turns the sausages when he disappears, then checks the oven. Mitts, and then she takes out the biscuits to set them on a hot-pad to cool.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake says, 'I thought I was dreaming this. But here we go, Lady Blackhawk reserve. There you are on the label, upskirt shot, the pigs. I think they copied nose art. This is an outrage. Someone is making money illegally off you and it should be me in all fairness. I wouldn't have your butt on the label either. Also you're prettier. You need a change of clothes in all honesty though. Want one of my shirts?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake is closing the oven and shutting it off when you come back in with the bottle. She pulls off the oven mitt, tilting her head to take a closer look. "Well I'll be... I ain't even got a mole there." She looks up at him, then adds with a smirk. "Trust me on that." Pulling off the apron, Zinda looks down at her t-shirt. "Yeah, you're right about that. Don't you touch nothin' until I'm back. Y'all can set the table, though. Put out some butter and jam, too." And with that, Zinda heads back to find a less bar-stained t-shirt in a much larger size.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake gives the tiger a nudge away from the bacon. "You heard what she said! I am not taking the heat for you. Here's some lasagna to keep you busy and me alive. What mole, I didn't see a ... son of a bitch! There it is. Hmmmm a little hair of the dog (pardon the metaphor) might pick me up." He opens the bottle and tries a swig. Wooo!

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn came home late last night and practically passed out the moment her head hit the pillow. She had slept soundly last night despite watching a rather gruesome display of necromancy at Nettie's last night. it'll probably all hit her later, and probably why she is staying asleep far longer than she intended.

Its the smell of fresh sizzling bacon that wakes her up in the end and she steps into the kitchen, peering around hungrily, still dressed in her cute teddy bear pjs. "Ooooh do I smell bacon?! Who's cooking?!"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake blinks. "You been here all night? I thought you were the body pillow. Sorry about that. " The teddy bear pjs get a snort of amusement from him. He intercepts Pixie before she can choose a seat, plopping her in his lap. "The day keeps getting better. Honestly, Zinda, the Blackhawks didn't want you around? It was because with your cooking, they would never fit into their cockpits. Pixie is here by the way." He grabs a slice of bacon, giving one to Rasputin to assure his silence. Also he was getting antsy. Pixie was diverting Thomas from his lasagna!

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake returns a few moments later, arranging a Dallas Cowboys t-shirt. It's way to big for her, with cutouts for a v-neck and missing both sleeves. Giving a wave to Megan, she offers "Mornin', honey. And nah, Thomas, the Blackhawks didn't want a woman flyin' with 'em. At least not at first." she replies. "Girls gotta do everything twice as good and work twice as hard... but we're gettin' distracted. Thomas, you should show Pix the bottle."

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn meeps as she's scooped up by Thomas, giggling a bit as she curls in against him. "Oooh, did you miss me already?" she got back pretty late from Nettie's spooky magic lesson Afterall and looked a bit spaced out. "Soooo, got any food to spare?"she licks her lips! "I'm starved!" and then she notices Zinda and grins, "Ohh hey, Aunt Zinda, how you been?" she may not know her that well but she's still Thomas' aunt right?

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake shows Pixie the bottle, raunchy view of Aunt Zinda foremost. "Someone is bootlegging booze, I can't see any tax stamp on this and using my Aunt's butt as a selling point and not giving her a cut. They probably ignore Memorial Day too! This is bootleg, right?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake returns to the stove with her borrowed t-shirt, and she starts scooping biscuits onto a plate. "Yeah, and I ain't even got a mole there!" she adds, in protest. Plating the last of the bacon, she gestures towards the table. "Alright, everybody find a place an' get settled. Thomas, we're gonna go back to that bar and ask some questions. Might require guns, depending."

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn beams and takes the bottle, "Ooh, for me? You shouldn't have!" is she even legally allowed to drink? Maybe she just looks young, although if no one stops her she will take a long gulp of booze. Yum! Although she arches a brow at the comment. "Waait, it's illegal? or.." not that she cares! She's badass Cinnamon Afterall!

Shes already sitting in Thomas' lap and grins, "I'm already here and ready for breakfast!" talk of a certain bar has her frowning though, peering at Zinda to wait to hear more..

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake is doubly outraged that this crime is being committed against a former bootlegger and his relative. He eats a biscuit before answering. "No guns for me. I'll bring the tiger, and the faerie if she wishes. Sweetie, your Tommy Cat may have to loosen some tight lips. This is for a good cause. The Blakes made their fortune running booze during Prohibition but it was all good stuff! this shit would take the strip0e off that tiger. Who is waiting for his lasagna. Hang on..." He scoops Pixie off his lap and goes to the fridge, quickly setting the patient tiger up.'

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake brings the food to the table, planting it in the center. It takes two trips to get all the bacon and biscuits over, and she talks all the while. "Damn right, Thomas! We ain't gonna stand for the besmirchinin' of the Blake's good name on account of some two-bit, would-be bootleggers. My daddy got his start flyin' Blake hooch, an' he's the one what taught me how to fly."

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn grabs a plate and some bacon and lasagna and whatever is free for the taking. Returning to her seat she makes quick work of it, clearly hungry. "Mmmf...This is good.." munch munch munch..Oooh and biscuits too! she'll take some of those too..And then Thomas and Zinda talk about Justice and loosing lips stuff. Using potentially questionable methods. She frowns, "I mean, count me in as long as no one gets hurt.." she stares down at her cute pjs, "But I'll have to get changed first..You heading out now..?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake raises Megan's hand, "The new hero! Teddy Girl. No one gets hurt... you're adorable. Listen, I'm not looking to kill anyone. I just want to talk. If they get violent with me... I will correct them. I'm not looking to hurt someone who could help me. However, I am going to find out about this picture. And if I don't, do you want Cain doing a follow up?"