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OCTOBER + NOVEMBER TDM.

T D M . 0 4

// PART I. a crimson dream  


… What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

These are the words that ring in your ears, as a slowly growing red glow surrounds you in this dreamspace, filling you with an acute sense of dread — and whatever it is that you’ve just agreed to might have changed everything forever.

It is this sense of dream that startles you awake, and as it fades, and your heart begins to slow into something resembling your normal tempo, you'll notice something you should have picked up on immediately: you are not in your bed.

1.0   White walls, clinical yet clean, sparsely-furnished rooms. You may wake in one of three rooms: a room with only one bed, a room with two beds, or a room with four beds. Those waking up in rooms with more than one bed notice that they are not alone. Perhaps the other occupants of the room are still sleeping, dreaming the same dream as you just did, or a regular one after returning to the station just barely a week ago … or perhaps you wake up to the other person in the room watching you.

What you do is entirely up to you: yelping in surprise when you wake to someone staring at you is always an option. Or maybe you’ll try to sneak away before anyone notices you...


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries will find themselves waking up in the infirmary, in a regular hospital bed. Most of their injuries have been treated, and any lingering illnesses or conditions will have designated medicine bottles on the table next to the bed.

White curtains surround the bed on both sides, providing an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? A set of footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention.

In fact if you’re very badly off, you might want to hold out hope for some company - you can’t stay in the infirmary forever. You'll have to make your way through the hallways of the station to the living quarters, and claim a room and a bed there.

Once upright, you might notice something in your ear: an earpiece that, when you become aware of it, quickly runs you through the instructions for how to use the network, a recorded message by a female voice that explains exactly why you’re here… and leaves you with a map of the station.

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// PART II. hotel spacefornia  


So what else is there to do but to explore, right? Best get to know your way around your new home.

3.0   When trying to decide where you go, you might find your way to the armory, where you can make attempts to work the machine and create a weapon for yourself — maybe replace the one that didn’t come with you to the station ... or maybe you decide to prepare something for the future. Any recently-returned team members will surely recommend having a functional weapon with you.

And speaking of weapons: why not put them to the test and head over to the training room, where the entire purpose of this space is to provide you with opportunities to spar and train to your heart’s content!


4.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself from training, your stomach will prompt you for something to eat. For that you should head to the kitchens and the mess hall, which is equipped with all the basic appliances you might need, along with some more unusual ones (including an ... interesting-looking waffle maker and popcorn machine), as well as ingredients for most generic Earth-based dishes. For some reason, there are also some bags of now-cold popcorn left abandoned over the counters.


5.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds you can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion builds up around anyone who steps inside the room: you can hear the trilling of birds, feel a light breeze caress your skin as you walk through a grass field. The illusion has been programmed to reflect the seasons — the leaves in the trees are currently bright with all the colours of autumn: orange and red and yellow; and the air is crisp and clean. If you follow the path, you'll be led to a bridge rising over a sparkling, babbling brook, a few fallen leaves floating on the water and falling around you like very bright raindrops.

Here, it's easy to forget (for a moment, anyway) that you are in space at all. Maybe that gives you comfort, or maybe it just makes you miss the real thing all that much more.


6.0   If you’d rather choose tinkering with objects over wandering through nature, the lab is guaranteed to provide you with some entertainment. Glass vials and jars of chemicals sit on shelves in a surprisingly beautiful display of colour on one side of the room, while the other side of the room contains stacks of boxes filled with assorted equipment: cords, bolts, panels, buttons, gears, gadgets, gizmos, and thingamabobs. The downside is that the parts available seem to have no apparent method to their sorting. So get digging and you may just find exactly what you need to make what you’ve always wanted to!


7.0   Some time after your arrival, the earpiece alerts you to a new message. If it’s items you’re lacking, you may just be in luck.

// VIVECA.AI
Hi again, everyone. Those who’ve been here for longer know the deal, but to those new here: there’s a new supply drop. Hopefully you’ll find useful things there. If you made any requests for items, before, you should find them in a separate pile near the platform.

Indeed, the platform located near the personal quarters is still whirring with power, and new items form neat piles on top of it. There are clothes, shoes, dishware, skincare, books ... and in one pile, a varied collection of what seems to be Halloween decorations and costumes. So, sort through the piles and grab what you want before someone else does! (But don't forget: sharing is caring.)

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// PART III. trick or treat  


Whether you’re a quick study and you’ve become settled into life on the station, or you want to get the full lay of the land (in a manner of speaking) first, if you decide to explore the hall past the control room, you’ll eventually come across the simulation room. It’s been equipped with a new simulation to show you the drill where the missions are concerned, so step in and see what it has in store for you!

8.0   The moment the doors slide shut behind you, the space goes dark and then quickly lights up again, but instead of the blank empty walls you initially walked into, you’re surrounded by colour and lights, the sound of music and chatter, and the smells of deep-fried foods and overly sweet beverages. Someone calls, ‘Step right up, step right up!’ while another voice from somewhere starts to cheer as an electrical sound of a buzzer goes off, announcing its winner for prizes.

It seems that you’ve entered the Carnival simulation, so come on in and have a little fun.

There are booths spread out across these simulated grounds, each one offering food, drink or games. As you wander past you’ll notice that there is a touch of macabre to everything — the colours are black and orange and violet and red, the drinks offered have strange names, some you recognize like ‘Witch’s Brew’ and ‘Eye of Newt’, and some you might not, like ‘Viole(n)t Breeze’ and ‘Undead Essence’. It’s as though all of the things strange and wonderful find themselves spread across the entire universe to unite here.

Once you’ve had your fill of food and games, you can make your way past the little market area to a brightly glittering ferris wheel with carts rotating in a cycle, enticing you to try it out. Or if you’d rather be spooked, there is a hokey little ‘haunted mansion’ to your left that won’t take more than a handful of minutes to move through. Creatures and ghosts will pop out at you when you least expect it, their masked faces exaggerated with paint and some fairly realistic prosthetics to get the adrenaline pumping. Take a friend with you, or go it alone — just try to keep your cool through it all.


9.0   Eventually, once you’ve had your fill of the festivities, you may notice a wooden sign pointing you past the haunted mansion. Pressed on it is a round mark, and you remember that this is simulating a mission — you’re not here to just have fun, but to try and retrieve a simulated orb.

As you follow the path, you’ll find the hustle and bustle of the carnival growing quieter. All around you, there is nothing but woods — and hold on, where did all that mist come from? It surrounds you slowly, the ground seeming slightly damp as you keep walking… and arrive at a graveyard.

So the orb… it’s there, hidden in one of the graves? There’s nothing else to do but to start walking and looking at the gravestones — but when you do, you’ll be shocked to find some of the names are terribly, terribly familiar.

They might be names of your loved ones, people who were still in perfect health back home; and yet here those stones bear their names, along with an epitaph that brings tears to your eyes. And if you move closer… you may experience a flash of colour and light, and a memory suddenly plays out in front of you: the death of your loved one, whoever that may be.

Or perhaps the name you see on a gravestone is something else even more familiar to you: your own. But ... how, right? Reluctantly, your heart pounding, you approach with tentative steps, and yes — the name does not change. It's yours right there ... and it's your own death that you witness when the grave’s spell binds you.


N O T E:   The deaths witnessed are intended to be non-canon deaths, so feel free to go wild inventing them -- this also goes for characters who are canonically dead. These are “alternate universe deaths”, not canon.

Additionally, there are three personal tasks provided to each character as they enter the simulation. In-game, each character will be given one task. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re leaving it to players to pick a task for their character and run with it.

A   Find the grave of a teammate and witness their death.

B   Team up with a fellow Orber win in one of the Carnival games.

C   Scare a teammate in the haunted house.

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F Y I

TDM threads can be considered game canon so long as all parties involved agree to it.
This TDM covers both October and November, so there will be no new TDM for November.
TDM threads can be used as samples for apps. In fact, we encourage it!
Reserves are currently open!
Apps open October 27 and will remain open until November 30.
For any questions regarding TDM, please direct them here. For questions about the game, please refer to the FAQ.

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FOR SOME FUN:

Have a clue for your upcoming mission:
“I’m going to bed, where I may die.”


NAV

cheapbastard: (butcher040)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2021-10-24 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
If not guns, what do you bother with?

( he gives the machine a kick again. )

Knives? Grenade launcher? Baton? Hammer? Axe? Something else?
everybodypanic: (11)

[personal profile] everybodypanic 2021-10-24 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sorry, were you saying something? Jinx was too busy repeatedly kicking down that stupid gravestone to really pay attention. But hey, it's good that she's taking her frustrations out on that thing and not something more alive. Less chance to get in trouble and all that.]

Hey, let go of me! We're not done yet!

[She gives it one more stiff kick for good measure before she's finally pulled away.]

Stupid peace of... I'll show them how tough I am!

[Jinx grumbles and... grumbles some more. There's probably some more unflattering things being said, too.

Eventually, she takes one big deep breath and begins to calm down.

Finally.]


They're know my name, alright. Count on it!
catchatting: ([refresher]50081608727_2b239657a6_o)

5.0

[personal profile] catchatting 2021-10-24 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Zari holds up her manicured hands in mock-surrender. ]

Next time I'll stomp around like an elephant, mmkay?

[ She won't, though. This area is pretty peaceful and she's not about to ruin it. It would be nice if they could do something like this on the Waverider, but she's pretty sure Behrad would take over any plant-related efforts. ]

What is that? Some kind of phone?
business: (pic#15004870)

[personal profile] business 2021-10-24 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( he feels her need like a livewire in his chest that says do not be soft with me. a frequent insistence he's used to from her — the need to feel, more than the need to feel good. love and war are not the opposites people think they are, because loving something will always be synonyms with the lengths you go to protect it. roughness is not the lack of love — it's the surplus of it, the feral need somewhere deep in his chest to take, and take, and take.

that's what he feels from her. a need to be claimed. her desires, his command.

their mouths come back together, molten metal forging them into some immovable, heavy thing. his winnowing is limited here, but fifty feet is enough to get them through the unoccupied room next door, where he finds a new wall to pin feyre against, not hesitating this time in shucking her sweater up and over her head. a part of him is sad. he doesn't want feyre to be angry with him, obviously — but he really doesn't want feyre to hate alina, for what rhys has done. but, like her, he also doesn't want to think about it just yet. he wants to get lost in his wife, his wife, and put action to every word he's spoken.
)

You're so —

( he bites it out, tossing her sweater somewhere and latching onto her chest with biting kisses, teeth drawing out the salt from her skin. his hands slide under her thighs, cupping her ass to drag her in a rough grind forward, pushing his arousal against her soft, warm parts. )

beautiful. ( a finishing hiss. inhaling her deep scent, of mountains and oranges and pine — velaris, here on his tongue. ) I could fuck you and never stop.
karaoqi: (o10.)

[personal profile] karaoqi 2021-10-24 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's stressed out, you're going to have to cut him a little slack, okay. And while he's got a fairly open mind these days, what with pocket dimensions and mystical creatures and rings that grant him powers, death is always a pretty touchy subject. It can sometimes go hand-in-hand with bad luck and bad omens.

This is starting to feel a little bit like a bad omen.

He shakes his head 'no'. ]


What do you mean way off? You know how you — how it happens?

[ Also can robots die? ]
droide: (015 comic hand)

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Elthree's optic widens excitedly. ]

You're a published author?? Roger Freemaker, you have my full attention.

[ Not only is he a veteran of the Clone Wars, but he's written a book about it!! This is one of the coolest droids Elthree has ever met. ]

Can I see that?
winnowed: (sad ✬ upset)

[personal profile] winnowed 2021-10-24 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ feyre wrinkles her nose at the idea of grinding anyone up into a stew although it does sound like something some fae would do. the idea of taking out revenge against alina does not appeal.

oh, there's still a part of her that is hurt and furious, betrayed and wants to scream, to cry, to crumble into a thousand pieces but she won't, she can't. there's no hiding from this, from the truth of who alina is to her mate. not when feyre knows too what she, herself, is to him.

He's a better man than he believes he is. ]


I know he is-- [ she cuts in gently, understanding further that alina has seen the heart of her mate and there's no changing that. she knows now that this tiny human girl, much like she'd once been, holds a piece of his heart and he'd willingly given it to her. because while alina might say that rhysand is not good at hiding his pain, she knows her to be wrong. there was a time that he was very good at it but it's only when he gives a part of himself to someone when he makes himself vulnerable to them, that is when his masks cease to work.

she doesn't need to be told how lucky she is to be loved by him. if it were not for his love, she would be dead now, a few times over.]


He cares for you. [ which is to say, she thinks alina should know she's lucky too. feyre's hands drop to her sides then, fingers toying with the hem of her sweater.

she has the wicked, unkind thought of how it is a little easier to be the wronged party in this situation. she is the only one who hasn't done anything "wrong" if you went by traditional standards, that she has the ability to guide how this whole thing unfolds, she could make it messy and hurtful or she could even take the tidy route with grace, cut herself out of the equation completely.

but she has fought and clawed for love, for belonging her whole life, that would not change now. and even as alina's final words strike at her guilt, remind her that it's because she wasn't with him that he was lost, that he needed feyre and she was not there, feyre understands that alina now has a spot in his heart.

maybe that will pass or maybe it will develop into something deeper, something feyre isn't sure how to handle or accept. but she also knows that she trusts her heart with rhys and the bond between them, that the last thing he'd do is hurt her. he's made that clear over and over again. and if she simply asked him to cast alina aside, he'd do it even if it wasn't what he wanted.

but that love, that trust went both ways. feyre wouldn't hurt him and she can see that casting this kind girl aside would, indeed, hurt him. to abandon someone who has done so much for him, who has clearly captured his trust and given their own in return.

He's a better man than he believes he is.

to abandon such a person, it would hurt him deeply. but he would do it for feyre if she simply asked him to.]


I don't hate you-- [ she murmurs softly, her gaze drops as she gathers strength.] And I think he still needs you. As you said, he is not so good at hiding his pain and I could already see that you have a piece of his heart, Alina. [ she glances up, thinking of the stories he'd told her, the way he spoke of alina with such reverence that she wondered if that was how he spoke of her, at first, to their family. ] I understand why.
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flickerandfade: (014 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-24 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
In a manner of speaking. Not in so messy and distasteful a process as organic creation, of course.

[ Megatron tilts his head. ]

Cybertron itself gave birth to our sparks which animate us and make us truly alive. I suppose the closest human equivalent might be a soul. Or a heart. It is a combined mass of positrons that pulses at a certain frequency which animates and gives power to our bodies. As long as a spark still pulses, it is possible for us to be completely rebuilt.

[ A hand is placed against his own chest. ]

This is not the body I came online in.
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flickerandfade: (003 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-24 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunate. I haven't seen any other interfaces with the network that presumably controls this station. If the lab's research was considered secret or dangerous in some way, the terminals here may have only been networked to each other.

[ Megatron thinks half-aloud as he regards the results of their investigation. ]

...Non-artificial and artificial tissue? Organic tissue, I assume.
flickerandfade: (004 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-24 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Megatron of Tarn.

[ He regards Sabriel, inscrutable. ]

And yours?
hot_handed: (another gremlin)

[personal profile] hot_handed 2021-10-24 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bakugou stares up at the simulated sky as if silently pleading with it, before he easily caves and retorts, ignoring that gruesome image in his head.]

I said I could blow it up, not that I would! What am I gonna do in space?! And why do you care? You'd live.

[By now, he's just arguing to argue (and win), but as he glances to the side his expression sours even more because those stupid gravestones are still there.]

Enough talking. These graves are pissing me off.

[And without any other warning, he almost does the same thing again, instead releasing his explosions to be aimed at several of the graves in a deafening cacophony.]
droide: (116 comic)

hotel spacefornia - residences wing

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
L3-37 is doing some reconnaissance of her own, though she's a lot more... vocal about it, loudly announcing her opinions on each new feature of the station that she comes across to anyone around to hear, whether they want to hear it or not.

She heads down the corridor of the wing that leads to the rooms where the "crew" (inmates?) is meant to stay, internally wondering whether those in charge of "staffing" this station (imprisoning them all here?) would deem her worthy of having a room of her own, or whether she'll be shunted off to some storage facility to stay with the ship's cargo. It's not as though she has need of a bed or a fresher, or any of the other amenities her organic teammates (fellow hostages?) would require.

So, though she has some inner concern, she is not about to let herself be openly vulnerable, on the off chance she isn't allowed to stay in one of these rooms... She doesn't want to let herself get her hopes up. Better instead to fall back on the old standby: callous derision.

She peeks into one of the rooms, this one currently occupied by a human looking woman with red hair. There's a sound that resembles a scoff coming from her vocoder to announce her presence.

"Hm. Not exactly five star accommodations, is it?"
knows: (pic#14935294)

[personal profile] knows 2021-10-24 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[He opens his mouth to say something before he changes his mind with resigned acceptance. Of course this would come up again later.]

Yeah. So let me guess he's trying to bring back fucking Dracula.

He told us he wanted to find his girlfriend.
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droide: (198 movie dead)

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you going to tell me your name in return?

[ She'll go into further detail as to the manner of her death, but first things first. It's only fair. ]

Yes, I know how it happens. ...Happened. ...Was in the midst of happening right before I heard a voice talking about regrets, and powered back on to find myself reassembled in a hospital bed in the infirmary.

[ Robots can die, in a manner of speaking. They can power down and never be powered back on. Unbeknownst to Elthree, her consciousness will actually live on past the point of her last memory of home, her mangled torso and head being cradled in Lando's arms. But it felt enough like a death that she assumed it was one. ]
droide: (025 comic slice)

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course it's organic tissue. [ Why would organics think of synthesizing anything else than what would benefit them?

Though...

Elthree types a bit more, delving further into the research notes. ]


There are mentions of two inorganic beings on board. Artificial intelligences, the both of them.

[ She glances up at Megatron, the silent implication of, "so no naturally occurring inorganic lifeforms like you" left hanging in the air between them. Then she turns back to the terminal. ]

A droid known as Wheatley, current status unknown. And the ship's AI, Viveca. Whoever's notes these are... They were building a body for her.

[ If she had a mouth, she would smile. She needs to find out whose research this is and thank them. ]
winnowed: (love ✬ close ✬ rhys)

nsfw this about to get n-a-s-t-y.

[personal profile] winnowed 2021-10-24 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ somewhere deep down she knows that this should be a different sort of joining, something softer, sweeter because he's been parted from her for months. but she's angry with him, hurt by him and his actions. jealousy manifests itself as the need to take and be taken. maybe that wasn't fair but neither was how she was feeling.

he peels her thick sweater from her body, leaving her bare, her breasts peaked against the cool air of the room they were in. and her hands move to rove his chest while she takes a deep inhale of him. there is the usual scent of him, but beneath the sweat is a cloying scent she's eager to get rid of.

she grinds her hips against his as soon as she's able, as his mouth slides against bare skin, tasting and hungry. she loves the way it feels, loves the strength of his body as it holds her up, as his hands grip at her skin.

she moves her own hands then, fingers pulling and tugging him closer until one hand moves to grab uselessly at the wall behind her for purchase as the other hand moves to grip the back of his head. normally his words would earn him a tease of some sort, a playful call to prove such a statement but right now, her impatience and need to claim him wins out. ]


Then do it, Rhysand.
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droide: (163 comic hand)

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His insistence that he wouldn't blow up the station doesn't reassure Elthree all that much. Not when she can tell he's the sort to be guided by the whim of his emotions more often than not.

Aaaaaaaand, he's off exploding dirt again. Wonderful.

She raises a fist in a mock cheer, staying put while he takes out his frustrations on some simulated turf. ]


That's it! You show that ground who's boss. This is the most heroic thing I've ever seen!
hot_handed: (oof)

[personal profile] hot_handed 2021-10-24 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bakugou tenses, as if hit by a physical blow. He can feel his blood pressure rising with every sarcastic remark Elthree sends his way, but if anything it only leaves him bristling and attacking the graves more.]

Still don't hear you coming up with any better ideas! You're a robot, ain't ya supposed to be smart?

[He growls, tilting his head to just barely avoid a flying chunk of gravestone that lands somewhere behind him.]
karaoqi: (o5.)

[personal profile] karaoqi 2021-10-24 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Shang-chi offers the man a smile. It's not exactly an 'I got this' smile, but it's ... you know, an 'I'm here to help' kind of smile. ]

No promises, but I'll give it my best.

[ He says this, and picks up one of the balls, feeling the very strange, real weight of it in his palm. It's a red one and it's kind of heavy, so that's a thing in this simulation, and as he lifts his hand to aim at the target, he looks a little more serious.

The ball hits the target at exactly the right spot, no hesitation. No magic either; not that having the rings with him would have put an extra edge on his throwing skills anyway.

The game suddenly lights up in celebration, blaring with a mechanical trill just a little too loud, too much, but it sounds the success of a winning round. ]
firstroar: (pic#5951967)

[personal profile] firstroar 2021-10-24 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
From...from humankind. [and they're all over the place where he's from. star systems galore.] Mu are born of humans, but we're not the same. But...not like you, either.

There were never any others out there in the universe. None that...my people and I had ever perceived. But there is a somewhere that you came from... [he pauses.] I think...that can be nothing but good news, that--

[wait. oh. the soup's boiling over. he has to redirect his attention to turning off the burner, frowning as he hesitates on next steps. pick it up? move it? uh--]
firstroar: (pic#5951967)

[personal profile] firstroar 2021-10-24 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[how peculiar. notions of actual boats...timely, too, given Blue has just recently sat through a screening of Titanic.

he hopes this guy's boat didn't sink horribly.]


Who are you? [if his concentration isn't in danger, then surely he can entertain questions.]
business: (pic#15118655)

heheheh whoops

[personal profile] business 2021-10-24 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( he buries his face against her tits, taking in a deep inhale of her, wanting to burrow down in her ribcage and live there, among her organs and blood. play later, he reminds himself, as needy as the first time he claimed her in that little cottage, paint splattered all over the both of them, evidence of where each of them had been. grunting, he nods his understanding. she can't wait, and honestly — neither can he. there's wanting things like food and air, and then there's wanting feyre, something he can't tolerate or tease for long. need. he feels this overwhelming need to pulse inside her, fill her up with his come and his scent.

rising back up to meet her mouth, rhysand eases off the wall. there are three small beds in the room, and he blindly finds the first one, removing himself from feyre just to get her on her hands and knees on the mattress. he shoves her leggings down, not bothering to take them off any more than to expose her little pink pussy, winking at him through the break in her thighs.

fumbling with his pants, he stays standing, kissing her spine while one hand pets up and down her body, like soothing an animal.
)

Show me your wings, darling.

( there's the sound of him spitting into his hand, fingertips licked, before wetting his cock with a few rushed strokes. slick enough, he poises himself at her warm, sloppy entrance, thrusting in with one hard toss of his hips. halving down, he presses his forehead to her back, breathing hotly, heavily. )

Fuck.
hatejakku: (gary oldman level oh no)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2021-10-24 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His writing stops, eyes going wide. ]

The--

[ No. Nah, c'mon. What's the likelihood that it's the same Enterprise that James belongs to? Though there is Newton and Hermann, not only from the same galaxy but also very close. It's... possible...?

He clears his throat and begins again. ]


I'd like to think so. I've been told as much... Wait, why? [ It feels like he just volunteered for something. ]
hatejakku: (i do what i want)

♥♥♥

[personal profile] hatejakku 2021-10-24 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Another tricky question but one he at least knows more about. ]

Viveca finds them, I think. She tells us where they are and gives us a briefing to prepare for the mission. We get... teleported to a planet- [ Which is still a whole lot to think about. ] -and we take the job from there.

We've only been on two so far. The main similarity was people using the orbs to hurt or take advantage of others. Using them to take power. We locate the orb, retrieve it, and... make sure it has no prior objectives.

Last time, we found out that they're sentient, more or less. They work by making deals with people, give something to be given something else. Apparently, if it's currently working on a deal with someone, we have to make the other person give up the orb before we can bring it back.

Honestly? We're learning as we go. There's too much we don't know right now, and a lot that we learn too late.
winnowed: (smile ✬ big)

:3

[personal profile] winnowed 2021-10-24 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if he's been stuck here for months, it's safe to say she'll be here for that long as well. they have time, she promises herself. to do this differently, to sort of out feelings, to go more slowly when they are both in better headspaces.

no matter how she might be feeling in this moment, whatever thoughts might be racing through her brain, the way he kisses her will never stop serving as a balm to any ache, the way he holds her close even as he carries her to a bed will send a shiver of pure want up her spine.

he sets her on the bed and yanks her leggings and undergarment down enough to get his cock where they both want to be. her hands move to grip the bed sheets beneath her, the fabric isn't anywhere as luxurious as the ones she sleeps on back home but they are far nicer than anything she had when she lived on the other side of the wall.

she is distracted by such a thought that she barely hears his request as he fumbles with his pants. she lets out a breath, ignoring his request for now because the only time she'd been able to manifest them was once before, when she was afraid. he must have forgotten. or maybe it's something she could do easily in the future, something she would be curious to ask him about later.

but there are distractions abound.

and soon enough, he's inside of her, her eyes fluttering shut as her body clenches around him, a low moan escaping kiss swollen lips. finally her whole body seems to be saying, even if for her it had been only since the night before that they'd done this.

Fuck is right.

finally, a tease slips through as she reaches back to grip at his thigh, wanting to touch him, needing more of him in every way.]
Edited 2021-10-24 23:30 (UTC)