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"Sometimes, the thing that brings us together also pulls us apart. "
The beginning of the month was a whirlwind of confusion—for both seasoned and new members of the crew. Link’d Inc’s unsavory methods for obtaining information were revealed, the company’s front runner was murdered and planted on the ship, and with the help of Benjamin Link, the crew was able to free the kidnapped children and unlock the ship so that the Moira could get as far away as possible. It was a mess, but after the refugees were taken to a nearby by planet to start over, things have finally begun to settle down. The ship also has more crew than it’s ever had, and that can only mean one thing: more work. An unfortunate side effect of having so many bodies in one place, everyone is being asked to contribute; the captains implore everyone to chip in and do their share. Clean up after yourselves, don’t miss your shifts, and give fellow crew members a hand with their tasks if they can’t get them done on time. ☄ SPACEWALK ( 02.16 - 02.23 )Eventually, Manasseh comes to the crew with a training opportunity. The captains are well aware that not everyone on board have learned essential skills for surviving and working in space. To remedy that, she has offered to take a week to train groups in the skill of performing space walks on the hull. Those who already have experience are welcomed as assistant instructors. Those willing will learn how to safely don a spacesuit and secure oxygen lines and tethers—for both themselves and others. All skills that will come in handy in case there is a need for emergency repairs, or if the crew encounters a low-atmosphere environment they wish to explore. Mysteriously, there is also a promise of something interesting on the horizon for those willing to learn. ☄ TREATS N' SWEETS ( 02.16 - EVENING )As a way of extending an olive branch to the crew, the captains have cleared out the kitchen and mess hall early in the afternoon. Later that evening, the crew is asked to come down - via their MIDs - as the captains have a surprise for them. The tables are lined with finger foods, sandwiches, pretzels and chips, but the table in the very back is where the captains are lingering. They’ve made desserts for the crew, but they aren’t just any typical sweet concoction. They are each unique, and there are small, hand-written signs in front of each:
•JUST RELAX: Mint chocolate chip ice cream scooped out into bowls and is the most sweet of the three. The first bite does little to the person eating it, but each subsequent taste results in an increasingly relaxed state. The more that is consumed, the more mellow the person becomes.
•BE HONEST: A delicate concoction of science and the culinary arts, this dessert is refreshing and semi-sweet. The fruity flavors burst in your mouth, loosening your tongue, and result in a brief period of honesty. The reactions vary from person to person—anywhere from being more blunt than normal to answering any question that is asked without a filter. The effects wear off after an hour.
•YOU'RE SWEET: A selection of small chocolate cheesecakes offer something rich and decadent to enjoy. Each one brings something a little different in terms of flavor, the taste lingering for some time after you’re done. Some make you feel indulgent, some make you feel romantic; this makes you feel both. Those that sample this dessert will feel lighter, happier, and more likely to indulge in romantic endeavors. The effects last for only one night, dissipating after a good night’s sleep. Those that do not require sleep will suffer the effects for two days. ☄ LANTERNS IN THE BLACK ( 02.23 )The day starts out differently than most. The captains send a message saying that everyone has been granted light duty for the day, and once they finish their necessary chores, they are given the remainder of it to themselves. Around midday, an announcement will be made. The pilgrim fleet of Librae Prime will be performing their yearly Celebration of Life. They are on their way to a system decades away, and each year, they celebrate the lives gained and lost within their ranks by releasing a multitude of brightly colored lanterns out into space. The Pilgrims make a habit of inviting ships within range to participate as it is a joyful event for them.
The entire crew is welcome to watch from the observation deck, the lights dimmed so the view can be properly appreciated, but those members of the crew who have participated in the space walk lessons or have previous experience have a special opportunity all their own. Manasseh invites them to the airlock with a supply of flying lanterns and an offer to put their new-found skills to use by releasing the Moira’s own lanterns. The morning after the flight of the lanterns a special surprise will await everyone in their mailboxes. A small lantern sits waiting for each member of the crew. It casts a soft light comparable to a simple nightlight and will hover in a stationary position when activated.
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thisavrou_log2016-02-15 11:56 pm
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You can feel it too, right? [Zam asks, watching Tron’s face with open curiosity and more than a little mischief.] Or are programs tragically immune to the effects of euphoriants?
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[He grins and leans back, licking a bit of chocolate off his gloved finger.] It's a new feeling.
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Yeah? Tell me about it. [He moves a little closer, eyes flashing with equal parts amusement and curiosity
and not of the scientific kind either. He lowers his voice almost conspiratorially, in an attempt to draw Tron in closer.] How’s it feel?no subject
[His fingertips brush lightly against the back of Zam's hand where it rests on the table, casually, almost as though by accident.] What's it feel like for you?
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Warm, [he answers, gaze lingering on the lights at Tron’s throat. He can still remember the bright heat of the circuits against his skin, the memory bringing an absent smile to his face. Of course, the physical contact then had been more a matter of practicality than anything else, but now it’s difficult to imagine such a scenario quite so… platonically. The thought makes him giggle and he doesn’t mind hiding the color that rises to his face.] But like I wouldn’t mind getting a little warmer.
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I'm sure I could warm you again. [He too remembers lying beside Zam in the bed, under the blankets, and though there wasn't attraction before, the memory file brings up an entirely different feeling, this time. Curiosity takes over; what would it feel like, with someone who wasn't another program? He shifts closer, fingers trailing up Zam's wrist.]
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Tron leans in as well, letting his fingers play over Zam's wrist and the back of their hand.]
I think I would as well.
[Usually, Tron would not be so forward, so open. Attraction, flirting--he rarely had time for such things, nor thoughts of interfacing with anyone but his long-gone Yori. But the energy buzzing through his code now is new and pleasurable, and somehow he feels more... accepting of the ideas and thoughts racing through his processor.]
Should we... return to your room, do you think?
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I thought you'd never ask, [he murmurs, his hand closing around Tron's in earnest. He moves from his seat, tugging Tron to standing as well. His eyes linger appreciatively on the program for a moment longer, before he turns away, fingers still laced in Tron’s, and begins guiding both of them towards the door.]
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Once in the room, he's happy to see that they'll be alone, Zam's roomates apparenly away for the time being. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he tugs on Zam's hand, bringing them closer.]
So, you wanted to be... warmer?
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Zam lets himself be pulled closer, settling onto Tron’s lap, one arm curling around the program’s shoulders while the other finds his waist.]
Want. Present tense.
[Tips his head towards Tron’s, eyes raking down the program’s face. He can’t remember the last time he wanted something so badly. That he knows it’s the fault of the drugs doesn’t change that fact.]
You still haven’t told me what you want. [Words come out in a murmur, but even through his haze of desire, there’s something keen in Zam’s tone as his eyes find Tron's again.] Just say the word and I can be whatever you want me to be. Whoever you want me to be.
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What I want...?
[Tron considers briefly, a thousand thoughts processing in a blink. He's heard of Zam's abilities, the way they can change their features and body into anyone they want. He could show them his disc, his memories, ask for them to turn into Yori, his beloved program counterpart that he left behind so many cycles before.
But it wouldn't be the same, would it? Zam wouldn't be Yori, wouldn't have her circuits and reactions, wouldn't be the same program he knew and loved long ago. It would be bittersweet, to see her in someone else's body, to touch her and yet not have her here.
No, Tron won't do that to Zam. Zam is his friend, and he is attracted to them right now, in this moment, even if it is enhanced by the drugs buzzing through his circuits.]
I want you, just like this.
[Pulling his hands back, he lets the fabric of his gloves derez, the black material disappearing from his fingers, revealing the brighter, more delicate lines tracing his skin. His circuits glow bright blue-white, edged with violet, and he reaches up to brush his fingertips along the curve of Zam's jaw.]
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[Eyes lazily track the movement of Tron’s hands, smile spreading as the black material vanishes from skin, revealing the intricate pattern of glowing lines beneath. Zam’s seen this before, all those months ago when Tron had climbed into bed with him during the ship freeze. It’s different now, the glow brighter than before and tinged with violet, but Zam feels just as drawn to the steady heat radiating the markings as they had before, though now for entirely different reasons.
He leans into Tron’s touch, giving a small sigh of contentment at the warmth of Tron’s skin, his own breath cool against the program’s hand. He moves forward in Tron’s lap, their faces almost touching. Gaze flicker down towards Tron’s mouth, then back to his eyes, a coy, questioning expression playing on Zam’s face. Permission to kiss, confirm/deny?]
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Zam's mouth is cool against Tron's, unfamiliar but still pleasant, sending a shuddering thrill through his circuits. Tron tilts his head and deepens the kiss, confident and sure, even if it has been a long time since he's experienced contact like this.
Wanting to feel more of Zam against him, he sends the command to derez more of his suit, the black material vanishing in a slow wave from his wrists up to his shoulders, then a slow cascade down his chest.]
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Tron might feel a shiver of laughter against his lips before Zam pulls away, though he doesn’t have to worry about the break in contact for long. Zam lets go of Tron just long enough to pull the shirt of his own uniform off over his head and toss it carelessly to the floor. He takes only a moment to appreciate the view at this distance, the glowing web of markings adorning Tron’s arms and chest, before moving in for another kiss. His lips find Tron’s again and this time he presses their bodies flush against each other, reveling in the warmth of Tron’s bare skin against his own. His hands roam down Tron’s back, following the lines of heat with his fingers.]
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Doubt is erased as Zam's mouth closes over his again, pleasure sparking and igniting between their bodies. His own fingers splay over Zam's back, skin warming under his touch.
He breaks off the kiss with a soft gasp as Zam's hands begin to trace over the intricate pattern of circuits on his back. Letting his eyes fall closed, he tips his head back with a moan, not bothering to hide his expression of pleasure.]
tosses up a NSFW warning now that pants are coming off
Once at his shoulders, one hand moves away to quickly undo the button and zipper of Zam’s own uniform pants. A moment later and Zam’s weight lifts briefly from Tron’s lap as he works them down and off his legs, revealing a pair of practical blank panties underneath. As he resettles, it’s in a different position than he was earlier, nudging Tron’s legs apart with one of his own to straddle his thigh.]
I don’t have these, [Zam murmurs, tracing down one of the circuits on Tron’s chest with a teasing finger.] Organics usually have something a little more ah, centralized. [He begins a slow grind against Tron’s leg to demonstrate, reveling in the soft friction of thin black cloth against his clit. As he slowly works into a rhythm, he turns his attention back to Tron’s circuits, head dipping to press a bruising kiss into the cluster at his throat.]
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Mm... programs have that as well... [He rocks his hips up a bit to demonstrate, hardening length still trapped by the black fabric of his suit rubbing against Zam's leg.] Just... have circuits too... ah! [He breaks off in a gasp as Zam's mouth closes over the T-shaped node on his chest. A pulse of energy surges outward, racing along his skin, sending feedback to Zam... would it feel good, to them? Another program would feel a pleasured return... he hopes, at least, that Zam will enjoy it.]
[Leaning back, he urges Zam over him as he moves to lie down on the mattress.]
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It doesn’t take much coaxing at all to get Zam to adjust position as Tron lies back on the bed. He settles easily into a straddle across Tron’s hips, leaning over the program and letting one hand trail lazily down the circuits on his front, all the way down to those that bracket his lower stomach. And then Zam’s hand breaks away from the glowing lines of the circuits to trace the seam between skin and the black material that still covers Tron’s lower body. The heel of his palm brushes over the hardness still trapped beneath the fabric at the program’s groin.]
What’s the matter? [Zam says, voice equal parts amused and challenging.] Don’t tell me you’re shy.
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Mm, hardly.
[A quick code-command and the rest of the suit fades away, leaving him naked underneath the shapeshifter, more delicate circuits revealed and glowing.]
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Zam feels the rest of the suit fade away under his hand, eyes following the newly revealed circuits over Tron’s skin.] Show-off, [he says softly, fingers tracing the delicate circuits leading down Tron’s groin and up the program’s cock, slowly stroking along its shaft. If only all races had such a convenient way of removing their clothes. As it stands, Zam lacks the patience to detach himself from the program and simply pulls the offending fabric out of the way as he begins to teasingly rub his clit along the program’s length, his eyes fixed hungrily on the program's face as he watches for his reaction.]
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He's tempted to simply rip the offending piece of cloth away, to remove the last barrier between them, but Zam is already pulling it aside. Warm, soft slickness rubs over him, and Tron groans softly, one hand gripping Zam's hip to pull them closer.]
Mm... tease...
[He slips his free hand between them again, thumb brushing and circling over the firm little nub, while his fingers slide deeper, one dipping in to wet heat.]