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My type

i have a type: the meme

How to play:

Post with your character.
Describe their preferences for a romantic partner or just a person they wanna bang/smooch in a generalized way.
This is shown to EVERYBODY.
Reply to those comments indulging, teasing, mocking, being scandalized or so on.
Or you can just go the lazy route, like certain songs.

You're calling yourself a mom now? I suppose with an entire crew to look after you Have been busy since we last hung out.

[Hands on his shoulders, let's go buddy. After her goddamn scare the day she officially started the fleet, Gaila has happily taken a post on a station instead of a ship. Less adventure, but it does mean she gets to see old friends when they're in the galactic neighborhood.]

So give me all the details. Is it still Leonard? I caught a glimpse of him earlier and almost fainted. He really has done well for himself! Or is this some new fixation of yours?

Somebody's gotta mom all of those gremlins.

[ fond. and yup, he's letting himself be led. look at him go. he's going, he's going! though he snorts at her commentary about bones, shooting her a look askance—then, yeah okay, maybe a little wheeze as he tries to figure out how to answer. ]

Uh. Both of those things are true.

[Her place is super cute too with hanging and potted plants everywhere (half of which are fake, a third of THOSE being holo, but a few live ones in and around the place that its clear she does look after) and comfy furniture perfect for lounging on.

Gaila is doing well for herself is what I'm saying. Even though she misses ship life, she hasn't been wallowing in their years apart.]

Make yourself at home Jimmy~ No one's gonna kick you out this time.

[She shrugs out of her uniform top and wanders in her undershirt into the kitchen to go fetch said wine coolers and some cinnamon-sugar rice crisps posthaste to bring back out.]

There we go. Now I just need to go dig out my collection of nail polish. And you!! Tell me what's going on yeah? I'm taking it you're still not dating the good doctor then if you're being philosophical about the idea of sucking dick?

[She has to raise her voice so that question can be heard form her bedroom but Jim WILL hear her no mater where she goes in this small abode.]

[ okay, but it IS super cute. very homey. he's into it. so into it he drops onto the sofa with a sigh, tipping his head back into the cushions so he can turn it slightly and watch for her return. ]

I'm really glad not to be on the potentially kicked-out list.

[ he snatches a wine cooler once she sets them down, popping the cap and then sighing over the question. it's a very dramatic sigh: he takes a long pull of the cooler, mouth twisting wryly over memories of chugging them back in the academy, then calls out after her. ]

I'm not dating anyone, Gaila! And I wasn't being philosophical about the idea of sucking dick! The dick sucking's the easy part. I was being philosophical about the nature of attraction and long-term compatibility and blah blah blah.

Well, I don't have a roomie these days playing bouncer, so you know. Is Nyota getting out and having fun without being drug out by her nails for it yet?

[Gaila comes back with a little container neatly arranged with bottles. Less than she had when they were in their academy days, but enough that it's clear she changes up her colors to suit her moods.]

So you're looking for Mr. Right now?

Sometimes we still gotta give a little yank to get her nails outta the doorframe on the way out, but not as much as before.

[ once she's back, he starts poking around in the polishes to look at the colors to think about his answer to the question. ]

Or Mrs. Right, or... Well, it's not like I'm looking, I know. It's just a matter of... [ he sighs. deeply. ] It's everybody. I want to hold all their hands and even in the slutty way.

[ his ride or dies, he means. those who've been with him from the start. from before the start. ]

Kinda awkward to be like, 'I've called all of you here today to tell you I want to date everyone in this room, but no pressure!'

Aww!

[Gaila does stop what she's doing to lean over, squish Jim's cheeks in both of her hands and give him a little forehead smooch.]

That's sweet. Like on the one hand, that makes things a lot simpler. If anyone shows interest back you're not fussed for options. On the other....I can see where that's a Lot of disappointment you're setting yourself up for.

[Gaila Gets It. Jim's been a lot smarter about it than she has in the past. He's gotten to know those who've stuck around long enough to Know whether or not he'd want to spend more of his life off the job with them.]

Well, if you ever need a wingman, I'm your gal. It'll be just like our academy days, but more romantic, less 'matters of sex or masturbation' emergencies.

[She watches him peruse. The names are still the most random nondescriptive things imaginable for the shades. She likes her whimsy, goddammit.]

What are you thinking? Existential Dread? Northern Lights?

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