- 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? |
no subject
no subject
no subject
[Another pinch of her sides.]
no subject
no subject
I'll do my betht.
[He does his best to make himself comfortable... and quickly finds himself being knocked right out. This is really good sopor.]
no subject
no subject
[Even more of a novelty is feeling someone nestled close up against him, the difference in body temperature hardly even noticeable thanks to time and the minimal distance between the two colors. It's been a while, and it's nice. Being made of bones and elbows doesn't allow too much opportunity for cuddling, and he subconsciously shifts to face his clinger while shoving his way into consciousness.]
[It's only when he remembers who he's sleeping with and some fragments of the talks they had last night do his eyes snap open and he goes a bit stiff. Oh. Okay. Yeah. That was a thing that happened.]
[Very delicately, he untangles himself as best he can from her with his psionics sputtering into action. It aggravates his headache, but he's used them under worse conditions and a little hangover is nothing. When he's done, he promptly pchooos out and straight into the bathroom.]
[It's not... technically running away, right?]
[He just needs a minute to wash his face and arms of sopor and then press his forehead against the mirror, muttering to himself all the while.]
Holy thit. Okay. You're fine, you douthebag, you can handle a little thtaying the night. Uthe your wordth. You can do it.
...Thit I am not thure if I can do it.
no subject
She opens her eyes to empty sopor and a dull throb in her head. There's a lazy long moment where she pieces back together the night before. Oh--that happened. He left. Of course he left. You propositioned him to be a quadrant he knew she had filled. After sex. After she had just met him.]
Oh for fucks sake Paasht, how dumb are we?
[She groaned and slid into the deeper parts of the coon, letting the sopor reach up to her chin. Dumb Dumb dumb.]
no subject
[Something finally comes to him, however, and he hesitantly floats back into the block proper. His psionics make his presence known before he peeks over the edge of the 'coon, making the air thick and tingling with brief tiny flashes of energy.]
Uh. Tho. Do... you have any painkillerth?
[That's... That's a normal question to break the ice, right?]
no subject
Static and flickers do announce him but she's not really sure what she's seeing until his face pops into view]
Oh--you're here. [She blinks] Um...Try the bag on the table?
no subject
...Want thome? I don't know how bad you're feeling, but I'm feeling like thit.
no subject
no subject
[He pushes himself off the coon, psionics nabbing the bag so that he can rustle through it himself. There's a moment when he goes back to the bathroom as well, just to snag a pair of cups of water. It's good to keep his mind busy. Who knows? He might actually avoid a flip out and look decent.]
[Soon enough, he's floating- and the cups too- back into the room.]
Alright, here'th the drug fairy.
no subject
I am sorely disappointed. All the human literature depicts fairies with wings.
no subject
no subject
no subject
[A pill and a cup are floated over to her. Psii, in the meantime, shovels two into his mouth before draining his own cup of water.]
Hallelujah, let'sth hope they're quick working.
no subject
no subject
...Tho, uh. You are thober, right?
no subject
no subject
...Thoooo we're thober.
[He has literally no idea how to start this conversation.]
no subject
no subject
[There are small sparks going up his horns again, but the lines they carve through the air are more jagged and sharp than the ones from last night.]
...Were you for real?
no subject
[She reaches for his horns, running her fingers up from the base of the largest two, face softening even as she shakes her head]
I was for real. Drunk and probably presuming on you a bit too much but real enough. I do understand if you don't--if it's--you know.
no subject
I have problemth. It'sth why motht of my quadrantsth go fuck-up-thidewayth before. Even without your own weird cluthterfuck, there'th thtill that I'm thinking about. You don't really get an idea of it when I'm jutht a one night thtand.
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)