Forget adventure. Starfleet is all about romance.

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Post with your character's name/DIVISION/prefs if you're ready to go Use the RNG to determine which division your character now belongs to, if you're tagging in Use the symbols and numbers for reference in headers Have fun! DIVISIONS 01. COMMAND ★ 02. SCIENCES ◎ incl. MEDICAL ✚ 03. OPERATIONS ▼ PROMPTS 01. HQ/ACADEMY; Planetside in San Francisco. Ah, home! Get a beer, go to a meeting, it's good to have dirt under your feet. Isn't it? Meet someone new and have fun while off-duty! 02. YEOMAN LIFE; The Captain or Commander needs to sign off for something. You're their newly assigned yeoman, try to make a good first impression! ... And fail because your crush is starting to show. 03. AFTERMATH; Red alert is over (thank goodness!) but you were injured during the attack. The person that saved you was very professional and now you want to thank them ... in your own way. 04. MISSION; For whatever reason, you don't want that person to go down to the planet and damn the consequences if they can't understand why. 05. SYSTEM FAILURE; There are only so many ways to fuck up on a starship but you somehow managed it in front of the one person you wanted to impress. Is it a personal or public matter? Never mind, the humiliation is absolute. 06. TIME AND PLACE; Turbo-lifts, corridors, medical wings, shuttle bays. Who cares that you're on duty! Your shifts keep alternating and right now you can't keep your hands off that special someone when you might not see them again for days. 07. BITTERSWEET; One of you is safe, the other is not. Say goodbye to your lover because space is Disease and Danger wrapped up in Darkness and Silence. 08. AMBASSADOR; Maybe you're not a member of the Federation's Starfleet contingent at all! Are you a visiting dignitary? How exciting. And is everyone on this ship that cute? 09. VIEW-SCREEN; Though you may be light-years apart, technology keeps the romance strong. 10. SEX POLLEN; The oldest space-trope of all and a certifiable classic. Good luck getting it out of your system without a little help. 11. CLOSE QUARTERS; Sonics are down and filtration systems are on a conservation order until you reach the next starbase for repairs. Conserve water the old way and share a shower. 12. SECURITY BREACH; With the ship on lock-down you are trapped together in a single room and can't get out. Engineering reports that the doors will open in an hour, so there is no need to panic. In fact, this is the perfect opportunity to get to know your fellow detainee. 13. THE CONN; You have it! Now all you need is someone in your lap to share it. 14. XENO-KINK; Because everybody has one in space. 15. AYE, SIR; Power-play. Who said you were dismissed, officer?

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[polariity]

[The look he sends her as he floats himself up to his feet says quite plainly he has no idea if he's still managed to fuck up somehow, and then he's moving to the bathroom where he can clean himself off before all this green and yellow sticks to his thighs. Then it's just a motherfucker to clean off.]

[Hopefully she doesn't mind him using up possibly all her hot water. He's not hot blooded enough that he could probably literally bathe in lava, he knew a chick who was all piercings and anger who bled maroon and he suspects could, but 'scalding' for him is definitely a lot hotter than most humans would go for.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[She tries to clean up a bit, pulling the sheets off the bed and sheepishly noticing she'll have to get the mattress cleaned somehow. Buckets would have probably been useful.

She ends up sitting at the table, clothed in a robe that's not exactly securely tied, picking at some cake. Humans are best for sweets.]

[polariity]

[Before Disciple can think he's possibly drowned himself in the shower, he eventually comes out positively draped in every towel he could shamelessly steal. They are likely to fall off his skinny nerd waist and definitely off of the pile he's somehow tried to rap around his head.]

They let you have cake? Thith ith thome bullthit, I never get cake. I demand a raithe.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[She tries to hide her laughter at first--what is he trying to be, a towel beast? King of the cloth rectangles? Wrangler of the drying clothes?

This lasts about 30 seconds]

Do they not give you towels in your block? Come on, I can't give you a raise but I can give some cake.

[polariity]

They give me one towel, it'sth a betrayal. And yourth are nicer.

[He also may or may not have been trying to make a proper pile before he realized that would be silly so he decided to become the pile. Or just liked how nice they were. He plops over with her.]

What kind of cake ith it?

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

We've been over that, my everything is nicer. It's a perk.

[She takes a bite and makes a very satisfied noise] Chocolate. You can order something else if it's not your thing.

[polariity]

I'll thove anything into my mouth, I'm not picky.

[He reaches over to try and steal a piece.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Aw now I have to share. [She puts it between them at least] I can alawys get more.

[polariity]

I could go back in the thower if you want, but I think I've uthed up all your towelth.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

It's going to make showering very difficult you know.

[polariity]

Whupth.

[He pops another piece of cake into his mouth, savoring it for a moment.]

Tho I probably... thould athk later, but... How'th the whole thing work?

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

The whole what thing? [She viciously stabs the cake like a small animal trying to get away--and then delicately pops that bite in her mouth. This is orchestrated to get a reaction whoops]

[polariity]

The whole... [Goddammit] Okay, you are evil and are the wortht at diverting my attention.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Oh what are you talking about? [She licks the fork]

[polariity]

[Oh, is that how they're going to do it? There's a static flicker of red and blue around the fork before his psionics wrench it to whap at her nose.]

You know what I'm talking about.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[The noise she makes is far too akin to a purrbeast yowling in displeasure] H-Hey!

[polariity]

[Just to drive salt into the wound, the very same fork stabs into two different pieces of cake and he shovels the ungodly mess into his mouth with the psionics still flaring. He probably looks too smug oops.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[She gasps and reaches for the fork] Such an asshole. Rude!

[polariity]

I gave you ample warning on that one.

[He floats the fork out of her reach, trying to spear another piece of cake just to make it worse.]

Tho, gonna let me thpeak up? I can keep thith up all night, drunk or not.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

...Yes. [She huffs] Fine. Go ahead.

[polariity]

Good.

[...Shit now he has to talk.]

Tho the no-quadrant-all-quadrant-loop-de-fuck, how are you two jutht... Okay with each other being with other people?

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

...We realize we're important to each other. Finding new people won't change how we feel about each other.

[She leans forward] We're secure in our relationship but we realize we don't have everything the other might want.

[polariity]

[Since she's actually answering, the fork comes back down again to offer her a piece of the cake.]

Thought that wath the point of romance.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[She quickly nabs it before he changes his mind]

What? Find everything in one person? We're a species that has four quadrants for different emotions, why not be open to the fact that one person in a quadrant might not be enough.

[polariity]

Then why have romance at all? Like- hold on, okay, tho. What could thome lithping pervert thitbrain prick in the Fleet give you that a thuper famouth and apparently thuper great and nice and brave and good looking rebel hero can't give you?

Bethideth weird bulgeth.