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Marooned!

THE MAROONED MEME

When you’re stranded. When there’s no way out.

At least this you’re not alone.

WHERE ARE YOU STRANDED?
1: Island. Surrounded by the ocean, shipwrecked on an island. Far away from any civilization.
2: Planet. Is it an uninhabited wasteland? A teeming forest, crammed with alien life forms? Does it have enough oxygen? Storms? Predators?
3: Moon/Asteroid. Low atmosphere, low gravity. You better hope that you have a survival pod where there’s enough air and heat.
4: Adrift. A ship on the ocean; a power-dead space station; a skimmer floating through the levels of a gas giant.
5: Oasis. Not quite marooned in the same sense, but you’re surrounded by empty desert, too far to cross. You might as well be trapped by the water of the oasis.
6: Cave. Again, not quite in the same sense, but something has left you trapped underground. Did you slide down a chasm? Suffer a cave-in? Either way, you’re down here to stay, for the time being.
7: Other.

WHO’S WITH YOU?
1: A friend. You’re in this together.
2: An enemy. Maybe war brought you both here, and war left you stranded behind. Could be that you’re an enemy in a more mundane sense: school rivals, an assassin and her prey.
3: Strangers. You were both on that boat for vacation, and now you have to survive together.
4: A lover. Some honeymoon, huh?
5: Other. For any other variation.

WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?
1: Food and water.
2: Shelter. There’s a storm coming. The nights are cold, here. Or do you just want a sense of security?
3: Communication. How can you get someone to come rescue you?
4: Predators. Something’s trying to kill you…
5: Escape. If you can just fix the ship…
6: Each other. One more hour and you might kill each other.
7: Injury/Disease. One of you needs medical attention. Hopefully the other can muddle through.
8: Other. Any other problem you can think up!

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This time it wasn't his fault. He was sure of that. Okay, maybe it was closer to ninety percent certainty, but that was still pretty certain. He hadn't even been doing anything, so how he'd done this was a mystery to him.

His landing was about as graceful as her's, minus the puking luckily.

"Insulting who that could do what?" He asked as he got to his feet. This place gave him the creeps. It was way too open and distinctly alien.

A crackle and heavy boom from their left made him jump instinctively. Unfortunately, Devi was on his right, which meant he went hopping into her and nearly tripped over his own feet. Somehow he missed the puke as he tumbled past her and back onto his ass, looking wide-eyed in the direction of the thunder.

"Holy fuck," And there to their left was an actual wall of clouds and dust and lightning, though he had no idea how far away it actually was, "That looks really fucking bad."

Devi was less lucky. His bump into her sent her stumbling back a few steps... and right into it. "Ugh," she started with disgust, hopping on one foot away enough to wipe her sole on the bluish green 'grass'. There wasn't any time to note the subtle differences or wonder what it was called; Quentin's swearing had her looking at him and then to wherever his eyes were going.

"Um, yeah, unless it's full of pancakes and bacon, or hot men, we should probably move." Devi looked around with a muttered 'fuck'.

"I don't want to test any acid rain theories; how do you handle flying?"

If she was bothered at all by the terrain it didn't show. Devi was cool, calm, and collected. Battling for survival in an endless land? Kind of her bread and butter. But there wouldn't be either if the clouds held something other then water.

"I can fly," Just not very fast, or well. He was, after all, a telekinetic. Flying just wasn't his strong suit. Now hovering, he could hover with the best of them. "Oh! You mean you flying us. Go for it, I'll be fine. Maybe we'll com across, like... a cave or something?"

Quentin had been on a few space ships. He'd read a few alien minds. The terrain wasn't really an issue, but the unknown dangers that were likely all around them were. The most pressing, however, was this very nasty looking storm. Even without acid rain, there was flash flooding, getting struck by lightning, ripped apart by high winds, hit and killed by debris, the list went on. In short, they needed shelter. Fast.

He was back on his feet and next to her, "Let's get the fuck out of here. What are you waiting for?"

"Well come the fuck on, String bean, I'm not going to tote you around next to me like I've got magic or something," she retorted, gesturing over her shoulders towards her back. "Piggy back rides are all the rage you know.. I mean I could carry you bridal style, but I think you might be a little uncomfortable."

If not with the position, with the fact that she could lift him like he was a sack of flour.

"There's mountains out that way. It's a ways, but that's our best bet."

Turning her back to him, she hunched a little, bending her knees and looking over her shoulder. "C'mon, let's hit bricks."

"Oh! Right. Options," That was oddly nice of her. He was honestly used to just getting grabbed in whatever way was convenient for the one doing the flying. So, yes, bridal style mostly. A better question wasn't whether he'd be uncomfortable with her super strength, it was would she be uncomfortable that he found it to be such a huge turn on?

But more importantly: giant storm of doom.

He smirked a bit as she assumed the piggyback boarding position, but they really didn't have time for teasing right now, so he quickly hopped on, wrapping his arms around her neck.

"Hopefully there'll be a cave or something."

She'd been a human taxi more then a few times and casually, loudly, gave no fucks if anyone was uncomfortable with her strength. If they were, they were free to not take her oh so generous offer and trade it in for a boot to the ass. Besides that, people tended to not accidentally try to choke her with fear or wiggle themselves out of her grasp when they had a choice.

Wrapping her hands around his legs to help secure him on her back, Devi tensed and readied herself before jumping and launching them into the air. For a half moment, the comical idea of her bounding over the landscape like a jackrabbit was appealing but the rolling thunder behind them was more then enough for her to abandon the idea that was as crazy as this felt.

"IF NOT-" she started once they'd leveled out around a hundred feet in the air, before remembering how convenient his powers were. The air whipping past them made conversation a bitch anyway, stealing words from her lips, along with her breath, and she continued by thinking at him.

[If not, I'll make one. Unless their mountains are something other then rock, we're all aces.] Devi had full faith that they weren't.

The landscape flew past them, a mixed blur of unnatural colors peppering the cornflower bluegrass meadows that thinned out soon enough. The grain gave way to earth, a right and proper dusky brown marred only by the odd stone that had been wore into view and ahead of them, the mountains loomed. Devi would argue that they loomed positively. Letting go of some of her push, the pair slowed down in the air, making not only breathing an easier task, but spotting holes too.

"Keep your eyes open for spots. Preferably something high, I don't feel like drowning today, or getting eaten by anything looking for higher ground."

Was she seriously trying to speak right now? He saw her mouth open... maybe, but he was squinting his eyes against the wind as it whipped his face.

Or unless the planet is a living creature and doesn't appreciate you punching it. You never know.

He was trying to feel out the landscape below them with his telekinesis, but he wasn't used to using it like that and they were moving too quickly for him to get much of a read on anything. And then there was the whole wind stabbing him in his eyes.

Yeah, yeah. Got it. He rubbed the palm of his hand into one of his eyes, trying to clear his vision now that they'd slowed down. Dude, anything that comes looking for trouble is up shit creek with the two of us, D. There?

He mentally directed her towards a darker, craggy patch in one of the mountainsides. Possibly a crack? Possibly a crack that opened up into a cave?

She was, and could, if she adjusted her concentration on her ki but she was too worried about getting them up and out to worry about those kind of commodities. She was too busy thinking about everything else.

[As much as I enjoy flexing my muscles...] Still not a great idea. She couldn't survive in space and frankly, destroying one's host was rude. On his direction, she turned and lowered their altitude until they were hanging a few hundred feet in front of the dark patch in the mountain he'd seen.

"Hey just 'cuz we're strong, doesn't have to mean we're stupid, or assholes," she said conversationally with a slight turn back to check the heavy storm clouds that were doing their best to catch up. But, being as clouds don't have anything other then wind pushing them, the pair still had a good hour before it hit them. This equation was done internally by Devi before she turned back towards the crack.

"Just don't get cut open. I'm a shit sewer." Moving forward, Devi looked around them, glancing at the dense greenery beneath them before edging closer to the walkway shelf of stone that would let them walk in. "We're going to have to think about food too.."

Welp, she's entered list mode. But list mode can still function as Devi opts to avoid the walkway all together, and set them down on the scant space in front of it, bending her knees and leaning forward to help balance and return his weight to his own control.

"Be careful, I don't feel like chasing the gravity here." IE if he were to fall.

"We'll need clean water before food's ever an issue," He corrected absently, the bulk of his focus on this possible cave as he slid off her back and walked over to it. It honestly looked like someone had taken two massive rectangles of rock and leaned them up against one another.

He had to crouch and turn his upper body sideways to squeeze between through the opening, but there was some space inside, enough for the two of them to either sit or lay down at least. He poked his head back out, though his gaze drifted past her as he spoke, watching the approaching storm.

"I think this'll work... Unless that thing is full of poisonous gas. But I guess, if that's the case, we're fucked no matter what," He shuffled back inside, giving her space to, at the very least, take a peek inside, "It'll be cozy, but the entrance will be easy enough to block up."

"The land is lush enough so I'm not terribly worried," she admitted as she watched him squeeze into the hole, almost nervous about letting him go in first. He'd told her what he was, they'd played around a little bit but having been so used to being on the top scale, she wasn't sure what he could handle and her mind was very creative in possibilities lurking in the dark..

With his opinion, she carefully stepped closer and echoed his movements, crouching and stepping in with one smooth, crablike step, hopping a little as she stood up. "Cozy is a word for it. Sardine can would be more apt." Devi looked him up and down, suddenly acutely aware of what little space was going to be between them and a feeling churned in her stomach. One she wouldn't quite name as nausea and the longer it sat there, the more she'd realize it was the complete opposite.

"I say we've got about 30 minutes til that storm hits, if we're lucky." Pressing her back to the cool stone wall, Devi twisted her head to look back out the thin crack they were allowed without crouching. "I don't know that's enough to go get anything." Green eyes turned back to him. "Except air to stock up for when you're trapped in here with me."

A little self deprecating but it was something to do with the sudden, subtle, bundle of nerves.

Devi might not be worried, but Quentin was starting to get lost in his own head and it wasn't great. He gave her a resolute nod but bit his lip to keep himself from babbling about how fucked they probably were. Slow deaths from the lack of safe drinking water. It would be a lousy, pitiful death for two very powerful individuals. Fucking water.

Maybe it was the panic threatening to well up that had him subconsciously press that little bit closer to her. He'd never admit it, but it was actually pretty reassuring. Just the fact that he wasn't here trying to figure this shit out on his own was reassuring.

"It's cool. Just promise me one thing, D," He shuffled around so he could turn to face her, giving her a dramatic look, "Just promise that you'll eat me if I die first."

He gave her a smirk, "You also have my permission to cut my lifeless body open and attempt to wear me for... warmth."

It was right at the end of his idiotic joke that he suddenly realized how ridiculously close they were. Before he could even think about it, his gaze flickered down to her lips before quickly jumping back up to her eyes.

Having survived out in some pretty harsh places, Devi would take a lot of pleasure in beating back some of those easily overcome obstacles and she didn't put much stock in worrying too much. It was a deep, paranoid hole that led to insanity. If she was killed by water, it would be pathetic, but her soul would have to have a bitter laugh. After surviving everything else...

Devi took his serious face seriously until he finished the first sentiment, which cracked her with a chuckle and a grin, the latter of which tempered down to a cocky little smirk as she caught the drop of his eyes. Her body knew what that was, thrumming more strongly with tense anticipation, but Devi herself wasn't sure. She figured she wasn't Quentin's type but they were here and she felt a tightened excitement in the pit of her stomach. Some signs couldn't be ignored.

"I'm not going to let you die here if I can help it, you know." Her hand found and lightly fisted in the side of his shirt, since that was more easily reached then the outside of his arm on that side, and she was sure that if he minded, he'd tell her but they'd touched before without the universe imploding around them. "And in such a small space, I'm sure we can find a way to keep ourselves warm."

Devi hadn't meant for that to come out with a husky tone and a hint of suggestion, but it had and she was grateful that the dim light would hide the rising color of her growing battle with embarrassment. "Cannibalism was never really my thing anyway," she tried to brush off the feeling with a shot of pure casualness.

Quentin wasn't positive, but there was actually a pretty good probability that he couldn't really die. Well, he could die physically, but he possibly had the power to reconstitute his body. He'd died before. Like. Really, really died before. He'd been obliterated and then melted, and then he'd sort of gotten bored and thought his body back into existence. His theory there? He'd somehow used his telekinesis to reorder the atoms already in existence into a new body for himself, loosely based on the body he'd had before that had been destroyed. He'd used to have to dye his hair pink, now it grew that way. He'd also built his body the age it had been when he'd died, so even though a few years had passed, he'd remade himself as a sixteen year old. He still really had no idea how he'd done it though, so if he could avoid dying, that would be fantastic.

"Yeah. Well. If it's bad air or bad water, you might not have much of a choi-" He felt his heart stop, skip back into beating and then leap into his throat in excitement, beating double time, when she took hold of his shirt. The touch was light, but it was still a touch, and it had been sort of unexpected. And had she just come on to him?

"Um," That had sounded a lot like a come on. He made a weird little noise, possibly in agreement, to her comment about cannibalism, a little too distracted to give it more of a thought out answer than that, "So- I mean- Are... you cold? Oh. You- 'Cause the cutting open thing. I get it. It was a Star Wars joke..." So stupid.

He knew he needed to just shut up and her mouth was right there. If he just- He barely had more than an inch of space to cover before his lips were brushing her lightly, pushing uncertainly into more of a kiss before backing off slightly with an exhaled 'sorry'. It wasn't really fair. If she wasn't into this she had nowhere to go, no way to push him away, nowhere to pull away to and then they'd both have to sit here awkwardly with one another. "Sorry." Another one. Just in case she hadn't heard him the first time.

She couldn't help but quirk a smile at his stuttering, and she had almost decided to open her mouth to say something in return when he brushed their lips together, sending an internal jolt of something through her. Everything about the energy around them had changed and the tension seemed palpable and electric.

Heartbeat pounding through her fingertips, somehow acutely aware of the fabric's quality under her nails, Devi opened her mouth and then closed it, much slower at thinking on her feet in situations like this then battles. Surprise kisses weren't in her wheelhouse, nor was being on the uptake that her words had been suggestive.

"Nerd." It was muttered with a fond certainty before Devi leaned in to confidently kiss him, much less unsure of her decision then he was. The hand tangled in the hip of his shirt tightened a fraction, but she didn't touch him more. She wasn't sure how far this was going to go but she trusted him, and that respectful softness he had in the wake of First Contact.

"Fff," It was somewhere between 'fuck' and not knowing what to say as he shifted enough to drag a hand through his hair nervously. At least, she wasn't pissed. The fact that they were still cool was really the only thing that mattered... until she leaned in and kissed him. No hesitation at all.

He forgot how to breathe for a moment, mind blanking as it did a hard reboot along with his body.

"Nng," Well, that was closer to a whimper than he would've liked it to be, but he enthusiastically pressed back into the kiss. The hand he'd run through his hair moments ago moved to slide up her neck and cup her face.

He broke the kiss after a moment, just enough to take a breath, lips practically still touching, "You know you just kissed me, right?"

It was a joke, sort of, breathless and hopeful. Because the kiss, her kiss in return, could have been just to tease him. What kind of person kisses someone to make fun of them? Who knew, but it was apparently a possibility in Quentin's mind.

There was something about the tenderness of his palm across her cheek that made her feel vulnerable, somehow encapsulated by him and his warmth which seemed acutely apparent. He was sweet in a way she didn't quite understand, and the newness was exhilarating. So were his little noises.

The storm rumbled outside their little cave ominously and the air took on the smell of fresh earth and rain. Devi couldn't spare a fraction of a thought to their makeshift door.

"You know you kissed me first, right?" Slowly, she traded the bundle of his shirt in her fingertips for an open palm on what felt like the high edge of where his hip met his side as she glanced at his eyes before very deliberately brushing their lips together with a faint movement and a shallow breath. "But if you want to stop..."

Consent was important to her but that didn't mean she didn't want to sway the answer. She wasn't sure what this was - maybe just a brief meeting of souls keeping each other company in a tough situation, but she had been friends with Quentin long enough to wonder what it would feel like to be under his hands.

"S-sure, but..." He had nothing. Any explanation he gave would sound either ridiculous or paranoid, "No! I mean, uh, not unless you wanted to stop. 'Cause I don't -unlessyoudo. Then we could totally stop. No, um, no big deal."

Stupid, stupid, everything that was coming out of his mouth was so stupid. Obviously, she wouldn't have kissed him back if she wanted to stop. And now he'd made things super weird and awkward.

"It, um, doesn't sound too bad out there," Or smell too bad. Just like any other storm.

With his mind half distracted, his gaze once again ended up on her lips. He leaned in again, brushing his lips against her's before pressing into the kiss before he could second guess himself.

Devi sank back the scant space she could, unable to stop the amused curl of her lips. He was cute when he was nervous and it was something of an ego boost since 98% of people did Not get fluttery around her. She glanced out at the coming storm at the mention, watching the sheet of rain make its way across the valley towards them before she turned back just in time to catch his lips with hers.

No, she didn't want to stop, hopefully evident by the way her hand slipped further around his waist to his back. The artist was shorter on experience then most would think, but she was confident in what she did know. She also trusted her gut and her gut was leaning into this.

"If its acid, we should make a door sooner rather then later," she muttered after tilting her head up to break the kiss and pull a pleasantly heavy breath. "Or we leave it open and chance a breeze."

The storm was, once again, a fleeting thought in the back of his mind, overwhelmed by the kiss and Devi. Feeling her return the kiss elicited a quiet little hum from him. They were close and he hadn't been paying attention, but at some point his hand had found its way to her hip, thumb slipping ever so slightly up under her shirt to brush over soft skin.

The brief break in the kiss let him catch his breath, but she was talking, saying something that he really needed to pay attention to.

"Acid? Right. Yeah. No, I got it. I've had it. The whole time. It's blocked," He assured her, "Telekinesis, man. I've got us covered. No breezes will be getting through there either."

Even distracted, completely distracted, he'd be able to keep up the barrier. Now, if he needed to sleep, they might have an issue.

Survival was a hard thing of Devi to ever really let go of. What it felt like they were heading towards was the pinnacle of vulnerability, the reverse of 'getting ready', or 'being aware' and there was a nervousness to the thought.

"Dunno if I'll get used to that," she breathed. Then would matter when they got there, but for now, she would take the comfort of her pants and the trust she had in his ability to the fullest current possibility, and let herself be distracted by the feeling of his thumb over the edge of her hip bone. She enjoyed the rush of tingle that it sent across her skin, almost pulling goosebumps and definitely pulling a curiosity about the rest of his hand.

So she kissed him again, rolling her body against his and off the wall only to lean it into him and put his back against the wall as her hands came down his shoulder and back from around his back. "Or you," she continued. "Are you going to regret doing this tomorrow?"

Kissing her, going further - well, she wasn't going to elaborate. Let his mind fill in what it wanted to.

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