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stowaway romance.

You've hidden on a ship, be it the water or space variety! Maybe you're a stowaway sister on a Viking longboat, craving adventure and getting more than you expected. Maybe you're a farm boy from a distant planet trying to fulfill your cryptic, intergalactic destiny. You could the escaped daughter of the earl, climbing on board determined to get revenge! Who knows, you could be abducted by some madman in a blue box, not a stowaway at all! It's possible you couldn't afford passage on the ship... Or you just fell asleep when you were loading the hold, and woke up at sea or in the cosmos! Get found by someone - who may or not also be a stowaway, just like you. Or are you a dashing captain or lady pirate who's just found someone hidden in your cargo? At any rate, everyone will find more than they bargained for, because it's not just adventure on this ship's manifest: there's some attraction, too. - Frankensteined from an old meme on LJ. - Reply with your character, preferences, and what your setting is: pirate-esque or sci-fi. - Reply to others

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( More likely the one whose ship is being stowed away upon. Sci-fi is the default, but would love something pirate-esque, or maybe having him be some aristocratic sailor in a Victorian-esque setting. )

[Well, he does have a ship. It wouldn't be the first time for this...]

Raven hadn't known that what she'd ran into was anything other than a Police Call Box. She'd simply been trying to find a place to hide, to recover a moment from the men that had been chasing her. And then she'd planned to be on her way, taking another form and disappearing. Like she always did.

It had taken a moment for her brain to catch up with what she was seeing. This wasn't just a box. The interior was huge- what was going on and there was a set of controls at the center.

She was dumbstruck.

It wasn't until she heard a noise, footsteps and a voice that she ducked for cover. Whatever she'd stumbled upon might be worse than the armed men looking for her outside. Wonderful.

[Would most likely be the stow-away - any scenario would work given how weird her job is.]

[ Defs not the stowaway. ]

Edited 2015-12-24 20:10 (UTC)

"Can I come into the out now?"

The purple Boov pressed his face up against the glass of his cell, trying to see the dark coat man standing outside. It wouldn't be such a bad question, however grammatically fractured.

It was just the fifteenth time he'd asked it. With the exact same amount of cheeriness. He didn't seem to realize the gravity of his situation, Oh just figured he'd be in here till someone let him out.