Moira Morley

Moira took a drink from the bottle after the Captain had his. Holding on for dear life at ten miles per hour was one of the most exhilarating moments of her life. She wondered if she would ever have this opportunity again. Her brain urged her to tell him to stop, but everything else was urging every fiber of her being to go forward. "Yeah," her voice almost purred in his ear as she cinched in tighter to him, "You keep moving like that and I'll keep you around for more than advertising." Pointing in the direction of the music, she grunted happily to her ride, "Now, follow that beat!"

Not that much a difference. Still, you don't have to resist it :P

Moira watched the exchange between Avenger and O'Ren with bated breath. After the hostilities were out of the way, she spoke a little bit more calmly, "So, now can we get on with this?" Her fear was turning into frustration. The costumed person around didn't help much. Why weren't you handling this before, her mind yelled at him, Monsters just don't come out of nowhere to eat people! Still she kept the hate in her head, leveling the camera and walking onwards, "Shall we continue? or do you have a better plan?"

Oh this will be fun, Moira thought gleefully while she tried to keep up the pace with the Captain, much fun indeed. When she caught up with the Captain, she decided to show him a little bit of what she could do, physically. Slipping behind him she latched on to his hips and whisped in his ear, "How about about we make this faster and you do the running?"

Trying to catch the Captain (1d20+7=23, 1d20+7=10, 1d20+7=19) The first one was good enough Grapple check! (1d20+20=32)

So, now Sandman is on stronger medication because they don't know what he has. I don't know what they're doing. I don't know what he's doing. He's spending the night in the hospital.

Taking 10. Result: 40.

Well Informed wouldn't know anything about him?

Update on Sandman: He's still sick. If he doesn't show any more improvement by tomorrow, we have to take him back to the hospital.

Avenger's been pretty busy. Is there anything known about him publicly? Or is Moira gonna have to jump out of her skin when she sees Jason Voorhees from nowhere :P

Moira tried to think about it for a second. The heavenly drink was making it hard to think about anything other than her carnal instincts. She couldn't leave these people to go to their possible zombie doom though. She smiled mischieviously as an idea hit her. Looking to a the Captain with a more coy smile, she gently took his free hand, "Then I shall have to have a taste test." As she slowly pulled the glove off of him finger by finger, she found that she couldn't keep her eyes off of his face. Even as she placed his finger on the tip of her tongue and pressed her lips together, she watched his every expression for the brief moment. It didn't bother her much, if she would of closed her eyes, no progress would have been made for the rest of the night. She lightly rolled the tip of Captain's finger on the end of her tongue, savoring every second of it. Feeling her heart thumping with enjoyment, she knew it was time to stop before it turned into something more. She withdrew him from her mouth with a smirk. She cleared her throat, "We'll have to finish this later," she said putting the glove on, "But now we need to find out where they're going," she notes the people walking with her now gloved hand.

Post is written, I just need you to look it over, quote. Check your PM.

I have tried Fabrica de Herois. It's too involved for me :(

I think I already have my actress picked out She's Polish though, so she'll need dubbing.

Moira nodded, acknowledging O'Ren's instruction. She tried the shifting weight technique, moving in rhythm with her trainer. It was easier with her guiding him. She stood there for a second, taking in what she had just learned. Leaning her head against his, she continued moving along, "Yeah, this kind of moving is great. I'm sure if fights were more like this you'd get a different crowd though."

Sandman is going to be absent for a while.

He can take her story at face value or not. It doesn't sound like a lie, but then again, how outrageous is that to him :P

Moira stopped for a second. She had always tolder herself that if anyone asked this question that she would just tell the story tongue-in-cheek, but was now the time for lighthearted camp? She looked down at the camera and then looked back up at O'Ren. Sighing with a smile, she tried to remain upbeat while telling the story, "To tell you the truth: I've always been this way. Always been able to lift and break more than I was supposed to. Always been able to talk to people and have them listen. Always been able to make things appear when I wanted them. It's like I was born with all of it. I just found out the reason a few weeks ago: I'm a goddess." She paused to gauge O'Ren's reaction

This is awesome, Moira thought as she downed some of the bottle, I get to not be a zombie and have fun while doing it. While not doing it? While, whatever. She stopped herself while she was ahead. "So did you know that if these guys are mindless zombies," Moira said catching the Captain's arm and putting the bottle back in his hand, "That they might start munching on us?" A curiously playful expression crossed her face before she stuck her middle finger in her mouth. She slowly rolled it around on her tongue for a second and then smiled, "I'd taste better than you."

Notice and Sense Motive (1d20=3, 1d20=12) Completely oblivious!

"Alright, Captain," Moira exclaimed giddily. She followed him in stride, but not before grabbing the half full bottle from the table, "You lead the way!" Tapping the bottle against his bottom as a 'hurry up' gesture, she snickered She knew she had to much, but she was beyond care. The feeling was capital and this could go on for a while. She thanked the makers of the nectar that there would be no crashing or hangover, but she didn't know how long it would last or if this was the tip of the iceberg. She was along for the ride, but at least she had company. When she saw the crowd outside, she gasped, "Oh wow, this is totally unexpected." She bit her lip to hold back her laughter, "Oh man, Captain, this can't be good at all."

Moira looked to the crowd leaving and then to the Captain followed by a double take of both the crowd and the Captain. When he started yelling, she looked more worried that they didn't stop than when they started walking out. "What's happening," she questioned the Captain in a pleasant but annoyed tone.

Is The Pact an Earth-only thing? or does it extend to this whole universe?

Moira looked down at her her shoes tracking though the filth. She sighed andcontinued trudging along, looking through the camera. "O'Ren, you're fine," she smiled, turning the lens towards him, "You've just gotta clean yourself up a bit. Heck, I'll need new clothes after this. And a warm bath. And probably some brain bleach." Moving the camera out of her way, she looked to him with a wink, "You're welcome to accompany me on any of those trips."

Hm, if that's the case, Moira is not American either.