04-27-2016, 07:07 AM
Lago giggled airily at Demus' comment. "This makes bathing a lot more engaging doesn't it?", he said in low voice. He leaned back into Demus' personal space and place a few feathery kisses on his chest, his pregnant belly pressing into his mate. Suddenly coming back into reality, Lago stood back and placed a hand on his round middle. He put a hand on his mouth and started laughing. "You know...I ran this exact same scenario in my head about a hundred times for when you came back. I had forgotten to take my belly into account." He continued laughing. "You know what? Let's just finish washing up, get back to the nest, and figure out positioning there, because a fat, pregnant dragon still has needs, and I'm turned on as all hell." He brought up some water and splashed it onto Demus' shoulder.
Role: Head enclosure handler
Name: Captain Shelly Gunner
Gender: Female
Age: 52
Description: 5'9". Well muscled, toned body. Straight, light brown hair, with gray along the sides. Hair cut to just below her ears. Steely gray eyes.
Shelly sat at the kitchen table, drinking some coffee, reading over the reports her superiors had supplied her with about the facility. The FBI already had some eyes and ears on the inside, but they needed more feet on the ground to determine who all was behind the facilities supposed, illicit affairs. In the last 7 months alone, 12 eggs had gone unaccounted for. The official papers her superiors were able to get a hold of, stated that the eggs had been still born. The papers also claim that the proper bio-waste procedures had been followed...but there were no papers filed pertaining to those egg disposals. So, where had the eggs gone? The facility had been under scrutiny for a while by the FBI under suspicion that they were selling weaponized dragons on the black market. Her superiors had been trying all angles to try and get another person on the inside, when a position fortuitously opened up, courtesy of some delinquent dragons. Her interview was tomorrow afternoon. She looked at the files of some of the scientists and handlers involved with the enclosures she'd be heading. She also read up on the incident that had happened in the Avalon enclosure.
"Trouble dragons...fantastic." She took another sip from her mug and almost spit it out when her husband came up from behind her, putting his arms around her middle. "Whatca reading?" the man said in a sing song voice. "Damn it Harold...you almost made me spit on my reports." She turned around and slapped his thigh with admonishment. "Easy killer, just wondering what your reading,", he raised his hands in defense. She looked at him and said, "You know I can't tell you what it is, but it does have to do with that dragon breeding facility." He looked down at her reports, taking a look at some of the profile pictures of the scientists. He took a look at Han's picture, put a finger on it and said, "I'm calling it right now...total dick head." She laughs at his uninformed opinion and slaps his hand lightly. "You know these are classified", she says as she tries with little effort to cover up the reports. Harold looks at her with some seriousness coming into his voice. "Be careful, all right? These undercover things are no joke." He leans down and kisses her. "I'm going to bed, I'll see you in a bit." She squeezes his hand. "Okay, good night honey."
Role: Head enclosure handler
Name: Captain Shelly Gunner
Gender: Female
Age: 52
Description: 5'9". Well muscled, toned body. Straight, light brown hair, with gray along the sides. Hair cut to just below her ears. Steely gray eyes.
Shelly sat at the kitchen table, drinking some coffee, reading over the reports her superiors had supplied her with about the facility. The FBI already had some eyes and ears on the inside, but they needed more feet on the ground to determine who all was behind the facilities supposed, illicit affairs. In the last 7 months alone, 12 eggs had gone unaccounted for. The official papers her superiors were able to get a hold of, stated that the eggs had been still born. The papers also claim that the proper bio-waste procedures had been followed...but there were no papers filed pertaining to those egg disposals. So, where had the eggs gone? The facility had been under scrutiny for a while by the FBI under suspicion that they were selling weaponized dragons on the black market. Her superiors had been trying all angles to try and get another person on the inside, when a position fortuitously opened up, courtesy of some delinquent dragons. Her interview was tomorrow afternoon. She looked at the files of some of the scientists and handlers involved with the enclosures she'd be heading. She also read up on the incident that had happened in the Avalon enclosure.
"Trouble dragons...fantastic." She took another sip from her mug and almost spit it out when her husband came up from behind her, putting his arms around her middle. "Whatca reading?" the man said in a sing song voice. "Damn it Harold...you almost made me spit on my reports." She turned around and slapped his thigh with admonishment. "Easy killer, just wondering what your reading,", he raised his hands in defense. She looked at him and said, "You know I can't tell you what it is, but it does have to do with that dragon breeding facility." He looked down at her reports, taking a look at some of the profile pictures of the scientists. He took a look at Han's picture, put a finger on it and said, "I'm calling it right now...total dick head." She laughs at his uninformed opinion and slaps his hand lightly. "You know these are classified", she says as she tries with little effort to cover up the reports. Harold looks at her with some seriousness coming into his voice. "Be careful, all right? These undercover things are no joke." He leans down and kisses her. "I'm going to bed, I'll see you in a bit." She squeezes his hand. "Okay, good night honey."