Thread: MST3K - Pulling the Trigger (Miss Tris x Shadows)

There were a variety of colorful characters in the vast depths of the cosmos. Some living out larger then life adventures. Others were exploring vast new worlds for the sake of science and progression of the human race. Then there were those who used the lawless lands of space for the sake of conducting experiments on lone human test subjects along with their robot friends and how they deal with being forced into watching one seriously bad movie after another. The latest in a line of mad scientist not to mention overprotective mothers types was a certain young woman named Kinga Forrester. A woman whose online boyfriend, Neville, was currently returning to his private spaceship after having finished performing for a small club located upon an alien station. Another day, another batch of satisfied customers. The traveling magician mused to himself with a self confident smile over a job well done. Still dressed in his performance attire which was befitting of a handsome entertainer such as himself, Neville took a moment to set his ship on autopilot, as it left the space port and started off a careful pace toward his next destination. Lets see it should take a couple of days to reach my next job. Plenty of time for me to finish perfecting some of those new tricks Ive wanted to perform. He mused while looking over the coordinates, before adding with a smile, I bet Kinga would love to see them afterward. There was a short pause on his part after saying this, however. For the mention of his online and very long distance girlfriend had brought back memories of their last video conference with another. It was a rather enjoyable session, but it was also the first time that she had mentioned the possibility of them finally meeting up in person. It was a suggestion that Neville had managed to play off rather nicely at the time as he hid how uncomfortable it made him feel while simultaneously dismissing the idea in a way that made him look good in the end. At the same time, though, that look of clear disappointment on her face had stuck with him. Why was he so reluctant about them meeting? Perhaps a fear of full commitment beyond their internet connection? Or maybe a concern of how she might lose interest if she saw him outside of that cool and suave exterior that he always projected when interacting with others outside of the safety of his ship? Whatever the case might be, Neville knew that hed have to be sure to make it up to her the next time they were close enough for video messaging the other. His spirits perked right back up at that notion, as he went over in his mind just what magic trick would best impress her when the opportunity arrived. In the meantime, however, the tired magician knew that he first needed to catch up on his rest, as a light yawn rolled out of his lips upon entering his bedroom. Despite the expected spacey look of the interior of the ship, his bedroom was actually rather normal looking, with dark red carpeting and white painted walls making up the portions of his room which werent covered in expensive looking furniture or framed up posters from some of his past shows. The canopy bed near the center was fairly large, with silk red drapes that one could easily see through framing the four corners and a wooden bedpost near the head. The only thing that might be considered messy about his room was the fact that he did have a tendency to leave a few of the props and instruments for his show strewn about after fiddlingpracticing with them before a performance, which was the case at this moment in time. Not that Neville was currently in the mood for finishing picking up after himself, as he barely had enough energy to take in a moment to remove his shoes and undo his tie, but was otherwise tired enough to not bother in fully changing into something more appropriate for bed as he turned and let himself drop back first upon the soft mattress. Ahh. This is what I needed He let out with a contented sigh, lying upon the top of the bed, arms spread out as if waiting for sleep to come and take him away. It was something that he wouldnt have to wait long for, as his eyelids grew heavy and he allowed himself to slowly drift off to sleep.