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]

Artolo Apemith. I haven't really done thit to get a title- I mean, everyone on the thip callth me "Thionic" but I'm pretty sure everyone in the Fleet callth every thionic "Thionic" becauthe they're unimaginative bulgebrainth.

What I'm thaying here ith you can call me Thii if you want.

[He is so drunk and so fucked. That really was too much alcohol in one drink before. Clearly the solution is to drink more.]

Do you want to finith our drink and... I dunno, head to your block after thith? Maybe?

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Psii? [She takes another large sip because if a little is good, more must be better and really how much more can she embarrass herself. It's not as if she's isn't openly flirting with and propositioning a troll she met not ten minutes ago]

I like your hatchname though. It would have an s in it huh? Cursed to never be able to say your own name. [She giggles and leans over to kiss his cheek] That sounds like a good idea. Wait til you see how much space they give visiting dignitaries.

[polariity]

Hey I can thay the firtht-

[Oh shit she kissed him]

[On the cheek but that's the most action he's got since there was a French person on the ship.

...Huh? Oh, right, thpathe, right, thoundth good.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[Wow she's taking you to her block. It's not to cuddle Psii. Okay it's to cuddle AFTER sex but. Wow its a kiss]

Space and really nice showers. [Sip] Should I kiss you again? You were cute.

[polariity]

[Damn straight "wow it's a kiss". He is probably so desperate it's sad but WHATEVER. He is drunk and this cute troll has been hitting on him consistently, it's a holy miracle.]

Heheheheh. Well I won't thay no although you might want to be careful in giving me too many ideath.

[His psionics are starting to crackle and curl around his horns now, a sign he's sort of nervous and excited.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

You're sparking. Good sparking or bad sparking?

[She doesn't really give him enough time to respond before she leans in to kiss him again, this time on the lips. It lingers just long enough to give him plenty of ideas]

[polariity]

[Good sparking but he really doesn't get to say that because holy shit. She has apparently no reservations and that's really hot although it's possible he's biased because her mouth is on his mouth.]

[The psionic energy crackles down to his fingers, looping around them before dispersing a bit just enough to start making his glass hover. When she pulls away, he tries to follow and nearly ends up falling off his seat for his trouble. A bit of floundering has him keep a grip on the table to avoid this disaster.]

...Tho. Your room?

[He's not saying he's sort of dazed and turned on but.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[She laughs softly when he tries to follow her right out of the kiss. Wasn't he supposed to be a one night stand, but it seems wrong to treat it like that. He's so sweet. Adorable. Eager. She barely knows him but it really feels like she should have.

For now, she tries to remain the thinking party here.]

Let's, before we're that couple at the bar.

[The nice thing about the future is everything is automatic and her check is already squared away. She waves her hand at the bartended, pushes what little remains of her drink away and stands. To her credit, she's not even stumbling]

[polariity]

I've only ever been the angry drunk nerd at the bar, tho to be honetht I wouldn't mind. It'd be a change of pace.

[Okay that's only partially true. Sometimes he's been the overly morose drunk nerd, but it all depends on where he's swinging at any given time. He gets up himself and... Well, the booze is affecting him more because he's a skinny disaster so there's left troll for it to travel. But on the bright side, being a psionic means always getting to say "fuck you" to walking.]

[So he follows after her, a faint psionic glow apparent around his legs as he floats... and okay yeah maybe he is going for a butt touch with them too, shut up.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[Her hands are busy stretching above her head, a feat when she's walking at the same time, and it takes all her concentration not to stumble into him. That concentration fails when she feels a touch, definitely on the butt, definitely that tingly weird sensation.]

Did you just--[Then she notices him floating and she laughs, a giddy sort of disbelieving laugh] Did I get you so drunk you have to float?

[polariity]

Yeth.

But I'm not drunk enough not to pail tho I'm thtill fine.

[He has priorities.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[She snorts, shaking her head]

Are you going to regret it in the morning? Am I going to wake up to you frantically running away?

[polariity]

Pleathe, I'm not that much of a lother.

[She's going to wake up to him flipping his shit and wondering how to say he wants to get to know her better while he has a freakout about if he should be allowed that.]

[Obviously.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

The kiss on the cheek reaction makes me thing you are just that much of a loser, but I like losers, lucky for you.

[Room get. She steps in, letting him past her as she puts a lock code on the door. No need to be disturbed.]

Make yourself at home. [It's quite large, with a large bed in the middle and a coon in the back corner] I just use the bed to sit on at this point. No point in making them take it out when I'll have to leave at some point.

[polariity]

[It's definitely a lot nicer than what he has to sleep in, which is of course communal. There's only so much space shipside. He lets himself settle on the edge of the bed, glow fading out and reminding him of how much his heart is pounding.]

[This is actually happening. He's still not sure he can believe it.]

Practical. Tho, heheh- [A kind of nervous snigger, even as lights spark out from his eyes and some of it reappears to start curling around her fingers or brushing back her hair.] How do you wanna do thith, or am I talking too much?

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[ She feels the lights brush at her and it's such an odd sensation that she can't help but lean into it a little. So strange but so interesting and she has a sudden flash of curious desire. Will he use it when they pail, his lights brushing her nook and bulge?

That sudden thought makes her flush, green spreading over her cheeks. ]

You aren't talking too much.

[ She takes a seat beside him, putting her hand over his.] You don't have to be nervous. You're way too cute to stand up.

[polariity]

You know why you're thaying that? You're drunk.

[But he's starting to spark again and he won't stop grinning, he's such a goddamn bulgelicking embarrassment that it's ridiculous. He tries to slip his fingers inbetween hers, and leans in closer. The sparks are slowly becoming more spread out into something like a glow, something strong enough to ignore the artificial gravity the ship produces and make her hair float.]

You're going to wake up thober and realithe oh no I have no glutesth to thpeak of.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

You are also drunk. Two drunks don't make a right, but maybe a right decision.

[See Also: Disciple butchering human sayings because she is drunk and a troll. She giggles and looks around her, watching her hair float up off her back in this even larger than normal cloud]

I'm going to wake up to a psionic troll who doesn't seem to think he's worth sleeping with, even I tend to disagree and I am the one making decisions for me.

[polariity]

I'm jutht giving fair warning. That way you can't complain when you wake up.

[Okay, he's definitely talking too much. So, maybe holding onto her hand a bit tightly there sorry, he leans in close and presses his lips against hers in a kiss. It's rather slow and soft for a guy with a self proclaimed sense of humor. Then again, he is trying not to nick her on his overgrown fangs.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[She enjoys slow and soft, and to be honest, it keeps her from making a quip back. That way lie nothing but snarky remarks back and forth until they're in the coon.

For now she kisses back, just as soft and squeezes his hand all twined in hers. At least he's touching her now, and kissing her, and she feels less like it's a decision she made and more like it's one they're making together.]

[polariity]

[This... is nice. It's nice being close like this with someone, even without the kissing although that's certainly a plus. Not having his red quadrants filled for so long has made him forgot how nice it is even if this is just a fling, the one half of his mind not preoccupied with kissing reminds him.]

[Just a fling. Right.]

[He shifts a bit, drawing one leg beneath him on the bed so that he can better face her. His one free hand goes to try and slip under her clothes, psionics moving the cloth out of the way so he can get a personal feel for just how muscular she really is.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[It's a strange whispery double sensation, his hand on her skin and her clothing shifting with a tingle of psionics. Maybe once she would have been self concious about the layer of padding over the muscles on her stomach, or the scars that still scatter over her chest and sides, faded but not gone. Once she might have worried at how she's changed, the way her life has shifted and her body as well.

She can't bring herself to care about such silly things right now. She's healthy and strong. And the scar he runs his hand over is ticklish.]

[He gets a really muffled giggle for his troubles and she pulls away from the kiss just long enough to squirm and takes in a sudden breath]

Tickles...How do you even take off that shirt? [Her fingers try to play at the collar but nothing seems to be happening.]

[polariity]

The lightsthow or my hand?

[It's really important for him to know which, okay?]

[But the giggling seems like good giggling, and he starts to snigger himself at her failed attempts to remove his shirt. He finally pulls his hands back, tugging at the bottom.]

Up and over. My rackjob ithn't big enough or a pain in the ath enough to warrant unique tailored nightmareth, heh.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Hand, lightshow, everything can tickle if you keep hitting that spot.

[She helpfully tugs at the shirt, not quite pulling it off but up enough to see some skin]

Well human clothes always seem to add zippers and buttons where they don't need any. And well, you are in a human uniform.

[She splays a hand on the skin that is showing and grins]

Tell me, Did you pick that branch just for the yellow shirt?

[polariity]

I admit nothing, tho pleathe keep groping me.

[And because she's now given him prime information, he makes his psionics flick across that scar again.]