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The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Tue Feb 06, 2018 1:05 am

Spike, who never really had gotten her sea-legs, wobbled her way like a true landlubber over to the bar. She mixed up a simple rum and coke for herself, then a scotch on the rocks for her husband. "All yours, Mal. Get whatever you, y'know, want." Spike nearly tripped on her way up to the helm; yep, the deepest body of water she could confidently navigate was a hot tub. More hyena problems. How Turnpike managed to do it was beyond her, though having something to hold onto probably helped.

Halfway up the stairs, however, she found herself shoo'd back down again. Turnpike accepted the drink from her with a grateful kiss, and the two reorganized into a trio again. "So let's get plans outta the way. First thing's first, we gotta get you looking like a big shot gambler. I don't care how good you are, it helps to look like the rich bozo that doesn't care about losing big; just having fun here, oh well, another two hours at the office'll make up for it." You know the type. They see somebody lookin' like you did when we first met, suddenly cleanin' up, the management gets suspicious, know what I mean?"

"Ooo, like, yeah. Get you all fru-fru'd up, fancy straw hat, big sunglasses, silk suit with like, one of those neck thingies, y'know?"

"An ascot, babe?"
"Yeah, like Fred on Scooby Doo wears!"

That made the coyote chuckle and facepaw. "Right, like the cartoon. Anyway yeah, somethin' like that. All three of us'll stroll in there like we're dumb enough to lose all our money but rich enough to not care. Then you work your magic. Meanwhile, I play wingman and look out for any signs of the management gettin' antsy, while Spike is the distraction, the good luck charm, if you will."

"Meaning I like, hang over your shoulder, egg you on, blow on the dice and junk?"

"Ezzacly. You're distractin' as they come, babe, so work it to keep the dealer's eyes off Mal. Which reminds me, if there's anything we should change or anything we could do to make it easier for you to pull it off, lemme know. Just don't go sackin' the casino for all it's worth; we'll bounce around a few, leave each one with decent cash, then move on to the next. Maybe even lose a coupla hands just to throw them off. Incidentally, you never did say what your game of choice was, pal; I'm curious. " Turnpike noted, sipping his drink. He liked to know as much about what made his accomplices tick as he could.
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Sat Feb 10, 2018 3:35 pm

Malcom wasn't a stranger to seafaring vessels, though it had been years since he'd been on one. Luckily natural feline grace kept him from wobbling too much as he followed Spike to the bar. He looked at the selection before eventually pouring some spiced rum for himself. He looked up in time to see Spike turn around, and head back down with Turnpike following close behind.

He nodded as Turnpike suggested dressing like a big shot. It made enough sense, though a casino isn't going to care much how much money you have if you aren't losing any of it. He wrinkled his nose at the idea of an ascot though. "I'm a little more partial to a traditional business suit personally." He replied. "If I'm going to dress up at all." He commented before Turnpike continued to lay out the plan.

He chuckled at the last part as his companions talked about being a distraction. "You make it sound like I plan on cheating." He replied lightheartedly. "As far as games go, let's see..." He pondered. "Blackjack is probably going to be the most consistent game. Poker is my personal preference as far as entertainment value goes, but there are a lot more factors that make winning a little less consistent. If all we're looking for is payoff though, I'd have to go with roulette, especially when you start laying chips on specific numbers."

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Post by Larcen » Tue Feb 20, 2018 8:31 pm

Roulette. One in thirty-six odds. Huh. Not bad, Turnpike figured to himself. He shrugged and nodded. "If you can hit 'em more often than the average schlub, more power to us." He raised his tumbler to Malcom, then sipped. "Well, boat's on autopilot 'til we reach the Mazan shore. See? Tolja it was a good idea," he grinned to Spike, who gruffed and crossed her arms. She never had been quick to embrace technology. "Anyway, might as well take a nap or something; we got a long, profitable night on the Cote de Jerboa ahead of us. Knowing international law, it won't be long before they figure out you'nz--er, we bugged out to Maze, so they'll try and get us detained and extradited. We need to stay one step ahead of the authorities, but this li'l cruise buys us some time for them to figure out we're not on the same landmass anymore. If we play our cards right, we can be on the return trip while they're sending word to Maze. International water is a pretty big place to patrol, so it should be easy to slip back while they're looking the other way."

"Well if I'm taking a nap, then like, you're coming down below deck with me, boo," Spike decreed, grabbing Turnpike's arm and making sure he knew it wasn't a request. A cuddly she-hyena made for an interesting partner, that was for sure. You snuggled whether you wanted to or not, so it was best to want to.

"Heh... so I am! Mal, just don't touch nothin' on the bridge, and you can do whatever you want. You've got TV, radio, fishing gear, books and games and junk, knock yourself out! See you in a few."
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Tue Mar 06, 2018 9:41 pm

Malcom nodded and shrugged. "I'll admit that I don't hit them all the time, but I have a pretty good record for hitting them much more often than the average gambler." He replied. He nodded again when Turnpike suggested that they take a nap during the trip. The subject of the authorities then came up, and Malcom couldn't help but sigh. "As long as we can keep a step ahead of them, we stand a chance." he commented.

He chuckled and raised his glass in Turnpike and Spike's direction as they headed for their cabin. "Have fun you two." He called after them. "I'll be alright by myself for a bit." He couldn't begrudge them their time alone together. He was perfectly happy keeping his own company for a while. He found himself a book, and made his way up to the deck of the yacht. He found himself a nice place stretch out in the sun with his drink and read for a bit. The lure of the sun eventually had him without his shirt, and not long after that, the book lay on his chest as he took a nap of his own.

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Post by Larcen » Wed Mar 07, 2018 9:09 pm

The boat chugged along with its captain and first mate sleeping intertwined below deck for several hours, and it was dark by the time the alarm went off. Turnpike yawned and stretched, then poked at Spike's shoulder. She'd fallen asleep with her arms around his middle, her head nestled into his armpit, nose rubbing against his whiskers. "Baaabe...time to wake up."

"Nuh-uh," she protested, hugging him tighter in her grogginess.
"Yes it is, 'less you want us to crash and play Gilligan's Island for the rest of our days."
"Ginger 'r Maryann?"
"Not touching that one."
"Unnnnh?"
"Up, I say, or I nip your ear. It's right here..."
"Maybe a nibble."
"Fair 'nuff..." Turnpike turned his head and nommed a pointy roundish hyena ear, giving her just enough tooth to the bite to make her squirm and giggle, then rise from the comfy, gently-rocking bed. The benefits of sleeping on the sea.

Turnpike kissed his wife, who appeared to want to laze around a little more, and showed his face on deck. He shook off to wake up, stalked his way past Malcom, and monitored their bearings. Oh good, nearly there. Coyote mischief took over for a moment, and he blared the foghorn button to make sure everybody was up. Sure, Spike would moida him for it later, but eh, it would be a worthwhile death. A thud against the underside of the deck that sounded suspiciously like a hyena's noggin forgetting the bunks had low ceiling clearance, made the coyote snicker. Oh he was so dead.
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Sat Mar 10, 2018 9:14 pm

The foghorn went off, and Malcom nearly jumped out of his skin. His eyes flew open and he was on his feet in about a half a second. He looked around wildly, fur standing on end from the back of his head to the tip of his short tail. "AARGH! What in the ever living sonofa biscuit eater are you doing?" He yelled when his mind came back to the present from his initial panicked reaction.

As his heart rate returned to something resembling a normal pace, he shook his head and headed for Turnpike. "Alright, I'm up. What's going on? Someone or something find us?" He asked as he looked around, shading his eyes and trying to spot anything that might be in range to be following or threatening them.

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Post by Larcen » Fri Mar 23, 2018 12:18 am

Turnpike was dying in his captain's chair, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. "SORRY, MAL! Just checkin' to see if you were... if you... PFFFHAAAAHAHA!" he howled, nearly falling off his seat. After pounding on the ship's wheel and gasping a few times, he sobered up, helped along by the smoldering glare of a hyena rudely roused from repose and now appearing on deck with a stormcloud brewing just over her head. Even then, he had to bite his lip.

"Florence Percival LaTrans..." Spike growled, jabbing a finger against his nose almost hard enough to claw him open, "you're like, SO lucky I need you to help get us outta this mess, or I'd throw you overboard."

"Aww, babe, c'mon, you know I couldn't help it," he whined, pulling his best canine puppy eyes. "It was too funny."
"You're right, it probably was," Spike smirked, sharing his mean sense of humor. While hyenas were actually no more jocund by nature than any other species, that reputation for laughing, even though the motive was misunderstood, had forced them to adopt an affinity or at least an appreciation for practical joking and other forms of benign cruelty.

"Sorry, babe..." Turnpike apologized, like a kit who'd been caught teasing his sibling. He then shifted his attention to Malcom. "And you didn't hear that name and will never use it. Even Roberta Elaine LaTrans never uses it unless I've got it coming." Spike herself flinched, while her husband looked at her with a smug tit for tat, Lovey Dear kind of expression.

"Anyway, we're making landfall in about fifteen minutes, so get some presentable clothes on and prepare to get your fake passport photo taken. Once we hit the clothing store, you won't be wearing that outfit for a while. Looks suspicious when you're dressed exactly like your picture if the authorities need to check it. I keep my bases covered. Anyway, fifteen. Look sharp."
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Sun Mar 25, 2018 9:58 pm

Malcom took a deep breath, then let it all out in a rush before rolling his eyes. "Sure, laugh it up like I'm not going to remember this" He grinned as he caught sight of Spike. "Or maybe I won't have to." He commented as she approached. His grin widened as he heard Spike use Turnpike's full, actual, name. He tilted his head to one side as Spike mentioned needing the coyote. "Well, we could always toss him over, and head for Edwin instead. I could check on a few friends, and see how many survived. A year or two there, and they'd assume us dead, and we could head wherever we wanted." He mused, not really sounding like he was joking.

Malcom shrugged to himself as Spike's opinion flipped. "Yeah, sure, why not?" He muttered before heading off down below deck. A few minutes later, he reappeared wearing an aloha shirt, khaki pants, aviator glasses, and a full brimmed light cloth hat. "All right, picture ready." He announced as he approached his companions again. "Perfect attire for swindling some casinos eh?" He asked in facetious tones and wearing a crooked grin across his muzzle.

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Post by Larcen » Sun Apr 01, 2018 11:43 pm

"Huh, that'll do," Turnpike said after a quick pause to analyze. "At least it says 'wealthy tourist,' and heck, saves us a trip to the boutiques. For the passport photo, I recommend something a little more 'I'm a responsible adult jet-setter who got this done way before the trip happened.' So basically a casual get-up."

As the _Savannah Queen_ coasted into the dock connecting to a large steel building, her skipper changed into a touristy ensemble as well. Turnpike already had a few fake passports for himself, so Spike needed one too. She'd chosen sweatclothes as if she simply didn't give a darn what she looked like at the time--which fit her personality anyway. Soon as the photos were taken, she dressed--under protest--in a high fashion evening dress that somehow didn't make her look like a tank in a slip cover. Accessorize with broad-brimmed straw hat and huge white-framed sunglasses, and all she needed was an oversized margarita to look like some kind of affluent trash. Turnpike found himself decked in a dated teal sport coat that hugged his figure, paired with plaid slacks, boat shoes, and mirrored aviator sunglasses. And an obnoxious bearing. He'd even had the forethought to cover his telltale teeth with a set of overly-whitened caps.

"Lena, Punkin, are you ready to go out on the town for some frivolity?" he asked Spike, who nearly sprained her eye-rolling muscles in reaction.

"Boo, like, you might be some kinda master of disguise, but like, like, seriously. I don't think I can do this. And Iunno if I even want to," she gruffed, fidgeting in her gown.

"You look fine, babe," he consoled, dropping the painful high-class accent. "I know you don't like skirts, but you look great. Really. Just one night. People won't even know it's you, so have fun!"

Nobody could wheedle like her husband, Spike realized. She sighed, smoothed back her temporarily black-dyed mane, and changed to a haughtier posture. "Ok. Let's get going before I change your mind," she quipped.

"A'right, I keep a car stashed at ports where I do business, so now that we're ready and 'legal,' let's hit the casinos. Idiots go to the big ones first, so we'll start that way. By the way, Mal, what'd you come up with for a name? I went with Alphonse LeGore, she's Lena."

"Really, boo? Lena LeGore."
"One night, I promise. Bear with me."
"You're awful."
"I know... I can't help it."

With that little exchange, they piled into a white Mercedes convertible liberated from Edwin. Off they sped to their first glitzy casino, and after handing the car over to a capybara valet whom Turnpike a.k.a. Alphonse just knew was going to foul up his seating adjustment, they disembarked and the coyote with a hyena on his arm stepped back to give their compatriot the lead.

"Here," he muttered in the cat's ear, "Your share of the seed money. We'll play too, but you're the primary moneymaker. When you say we cash out and go to the next one, we'll go. This is your show, so lead on." He then drew a fat billfold from his coat pocket and passed it discreetly to Malcom. Let the games begin.
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Sun Apr 08, 2018 8:26 pm

Malcom took Turnpike's antics in stride. Though he did have to admit to himself that Spike didn't do half bad with her gambling ensemble.

He did have a bit of a chuckle at the back and forth between his companions as they prepared themselves for the evening's activities.

He nodded as Turnpike suggested they head for the big casinos first. "They make more anyway." He smiled as name were mentioned, and without missing a beat replied "Vincent Valcroix." He again chuckled as Spike seemed a little less than happy with certain aspects of the night.

A quick ride, and they were at their first destination for the evening. Malcom looked around as they entered, getting a feel for the casino, and scoping out the floor. He made his way toward the roulette tables, watching and trying to pick out floor security as he went. He grinned and nodded as Turnpike passed half the starter cash to him.

Now the game was on. Malcom started with half of what he'd been given as starter cash, and exchanged it for chips. He found himself a roulette table, and started off a little easy. A few chips, and pick a color. First spin was a miss. Second spin hit, third and fourth as well. Every time he won, he would set half the winnings aside, and bet the rest. His next bet was specific. The ball spun, and lo and behold he won again. Payouts on specific numbers were significantly higher than just red or black. Again, he took half his winnings, and bet the rest on a specific number. He won again. His next bet was a loss, but the one after that won again. Another bet, and another win. After his latest win, he started to get that itch between his shoulder blades that told him it was time to move on to something else. He gathered up his winnings, and headed off in search of his companions.

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Post by Larcen » Tue Apr 17, 2018 9:38 am

At first, Alphonse and Lena kept close to Vincent as the former watched his methods. Boy, if they'd met before Turnpike had met his wife, they would have gotten into such trouble. Kid was a pro, or at least an astoundingly gifted amateur. Turnpike was impressed. He played along, making the safer bets, colored or thirds or columns, but hardly doing well. He won one or two bets, but generally did about average for a gambler. When the chips began to gather around the cat, he feigned exasperation. Spike stepped in and implored him to join her in a drink, to which he "reluctantly" agreed, leaving Malcom to his talents.

"Real wonderkin," Turnpike flubbed, "Glad we have him on board. We'll be able to afford anything we need, long as he keeps his head."
"Yeah, he's like, killin' it," Spike agreed over the rim of her rum-and-coke. Simple girl, simple tastes. Turnpike flicked an ear at the lower-class beverage, but he always had been detail-oriented.

"How're you holdin' up, babe?"
"Pretty good...I can't stand everything hanging out, though. Why couldn't I have worn pants?"
"Because you're a high roller, remember? They don't wear jeans. Babe, nobody knows 'less they paid attention in health class, and only if they had a hyena in class. And even then, nobody's staring, nobody's concerned about it. You're beautiful," he murred, affirming the sentiment with a kiss.

Spike sighed, but did her best to believe him. He was a smooth talker at the very least. Took a lot to make her kind feel beautiful. Her ears perked up though, and she pointed past him at a wandering serval searching for them. "He's ready I think."

Turnpike cocked an ear back and turned around to wave Malcom down. "Hey, Vinnie! Over here!" he called, deliberately sounding buzzed. "How'd ya clean up? That lucky streak still goin' strong?" he teased loudly. At first sight it might look like he was giving it away, but Spike knew her husband's movements.

"Yeah, you gonna li-->ahem< You gonna buy me that necklace yet?" she joked in kind. Turnpike looked over at her and smirked approval. Why no, mister security furs. We're just rich idiots whose friend had a run of good luck and we're heckling him for it because we lost money.

When Malcom got there, Turnpike whispered, "Time to scram outta here?"
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Post by Asyriel » Thu Apr 19, 2018 8:11 pm

Malcom's ear swiveled and he perked up at the sound of Turnpike calling his assumed name. "Hey! That's where you disappeared to." He called as he started weaving his way through the crowd toward his companions.

He wore a wide as he stepped up to the the bar next to Turnpike. "Oh, I don't know. Perhaps you should be the judge." He replied as he showed off his winnings. "I won my last bet, but I like to cash out on a high note." He continued in reply to the question about how his luck was holding.

Malcom ordered a top shelf bourbon, and tipped quite well. He took a sip from the drink as he listened to Turnpike's whispered question. He gave a slight nod. "yeah." He replied just as quietly as he lowered his glass. "Got that itch that tells me someones started looking a bit too hard." He continued before he set the glass down. "You know what. I heard the next place over has better drinks. Why don't we go check them out?" He continued at more audible volumes.

Malcom left the half finished drink on the bar, and started off toward the casino's exit. He cast a quick glance to make sure his companions were following as he led the way to the next casino on the list.

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Post by Larcen » Mon Apr 23, 2018 11:52 am

With a jerk of the head, Turnpike signaled to his wife that it was indeed time to go. Spike was still shocked by how much the cat had taken away. Shee-zouie, yep, it was time to go. Turnpike himself was duly relieved. They were doing good, and the night was young. Now to get the heck outta there.

The trio slunk triumphantly out of the first casino, and rolled down the main drag to their second location. While they did, Turnpike turned on the radio, scanning for news. "Good, nothing yet. Gonna bank some in the car, Mal? There's a lockbox under the seat. Key should be taped to it, so keep it on yourself. I figure we'll keep going 'til we've got a decent stockpile. Then when we're in international waters, I'll send a signal out to the submarine. Payment upon delivery, of course, so we'll just have to wait a bit, lay low someplace. I'd suggest Edwin, heck, we could just stay there, but it's half a wasteland. Besides, this is about justice, da--" a snarl from his wife kept Turnpike from swearing, but he grit his teeth and gripped the wheel tighter, "well it is. They've gotten outta hand, and if we don't stand up to them, who will? If we don't, they'll just keep coming up with new methods of controlling everyone, 'til we're the ones running around with antennas comin' out our ears. Once they get Domus under control, you can bet your spotted bippy they'll branch out elsewhere. Gawain's been in talks about employing Soludyne's services. Maze'll be a pushover after that. Kahun MIGHT resist, but it's not like they ain't been invaded before by us, right? This is a lot bigger than just two furs and an accomplice running from the fuzz, and that's why we gotta stand up to 'em." A coyote with a latent hero streak. Who'da thought? Turnpike cleared his throat to stop monologuing. "Anyway Mal, where you feelin' next?"
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Post by Asyriel » Sat Apr 28, 2018 9:47 pm

Malcom nodded when Turnpike asked if he wanted to bank some of their winnings in the car. "That's a great idea." He replied as he followed Turnpikes directions to find the lockbox and key. He nodded as Turnpike continued talking on plans. While Turnpike spoke, Malcom dropped all the winnings except the original seed money into the box and locked it. "I'm all for going to Edwin. I'd love to see if any friends survived." He commented at the suggestion that they lay low there while waiting for the requested heavy ordinance. He would have been willing to just stay in Edwin for the rest of his days, wasteland or not, but Turnpike was determined that they would be serving a greater good by taking out Soludyne, and he had to admit that the coyote had a point. "So we're in it till the end, I still wouldn't mind a stop at the settlement you were telling me about. left some good friends in Edwin and some closure would be nice." He told them before shaking himself a bit and replying to Turnpike's last question. "How bout that one just up ahead on the right." He said, pointing to a casino with several exotics waiting in line for the valet, and a couple of limos unloading as well.

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Tue May 08, 2018 10:19 pm

Turnpike knew he was outvoted. Still, when he thought about it, why not go to Edwin? They'd be international fugitives, so why not hide in the ultimate no-man's land? "So it's settled," he nodded, turning toward the next glitzy edifice, "we overthrow the most powerful law-enforcement agency on the planet, then retire to Edwin and live out our days scavenging supermarkets and mega-malls for whatever the he--YIP! Whatever the heck we want," he protested, rubbing the back of his neck as Spike had pinched it to prevent a swear word. Coyote with a hero streak, married to a hyena with a Sunday-school teacher streak.

"Yeah...it'll be good to go back home. I'm gonna miss ordering out for, y'know, pizza or whatever, but hey, no skating laws, right? And I miss Cila too, y'know?" Spike agreed.

They pulled in, gave the valet the keys, and Turnpike let Malcom take the lead again. "AROOOO, we're gonna win it all and RETIRE, am I right?! Gonna march into old man Lehigh's office and say 'WE QUIT!'" he exclaimed like a darn fool tourist. Spike chimed in with a whoop and the two fell to laughing. He had to admit to himself, she was getting good at this distraction thing.
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