thisavrou_log | ( april event log )

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( april event log )

Who: Everyone
When: April 14th and on
Where: The Moira + Del Pascia
What: The prison isn't all that contained after all.
Warnings: For the (sort of) undead, possible violence, and nudity. Please label your content!

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"Big things have small beginnings."

Things have been going relatively well for the crew of the Moira thus far despite their current circumstances. With D-E-L’s help, many supplies have already been gathered, and those with the necessary components have begun making much needed repairs. Yet, things aren’t as peaceful on Del Pascia as they might have seemed.

The resident facility AI has slowly started growing more and more unresponsive to questions, often answering in rather irritated tones and short, snippy answers. Still, no system glitches appear across the prison except for one minor detail: random doors and hallways suddenly lock and close for no reason and don’t open again for varying amounts of time—ranging from minutes to hours. Does this have anything to do with the unsettling feeling some crew members have experienced since stepping foot onto Del Pascia? Or is there a simple explanation that can be easily chalked up to as an accident?

☄ DECONTAMINATION #2 ( 04.14 - 04.17 )

On the Moira, crew come and go without much hassle. They take a transporter to planets and moons and back again without any fuss... Until today. All crew that try to reboard the Moira coming back from Del Pascia will be denied access, a warning flashing on their MID - Decontamination Required for Entry. It’s a protocol that hasn’t been enacted before, and the MID offers no explanation as to why it is now. The transporter will seal and then be permitted to dock in the Cargo Bay, where the procedure will begin. All crew on the transporter have to dispose of their clothing by placing it inside hazardous waste bags located in a compartment near the front of the craft. After all clothing is stored, a gas-like substance will fill the transporter, breathable yet tasteless, and once it dissipates, crew will be free to go.

Other crew members will be waiting in the cargo bay with clothing and blankets, per the captain’s instruction, but no clear explanation will be given for this sudden new protocol aside from “potential health risks”.

☄ D.ON'T E.VER L.EAVE ( 04.18 - 04.23 )

After the decontamination procedures for the Moira go off, the captains issue a ship-wide alert to let the crew know that the ship is picking up on something inside each person that boarded the space station. It is speculated that the crew came in contact with an unknown biological contaminant either during the station’s decontamination procedure or sometime after. At this point, they aren’t aware of what will happen to those that are carrying the contaminant, and the captains ask for anybody with experience to head to the Medbay to begin testing. Crew don’t appear to be in any danger, so they are allowed to continue gathering materials and supplies on board the space station at their discretion. (Every time they come and go, they will be made to go through the procedure described above).

Any crew remaining on Del Pascia will find that D-E-L is more vocal than ever before. It is answering questions, as well as trying to convince crew members to abandon the Moira and take up permanent residence aboard the space station.

☄ FEAR ME, LOVE ME, DO AS I SAY ( 04.24 - 04.28 )

Like most unfortunate things, it seems everything happens all at once.The noises you heard, a step falling moments after yours or a rattle coming from the vents, become louder. You can’t place where they are coming from at first. You turn, you follow, but the search yields no results. And then, without any warning, it’s crystal clear as “they” begin to creep and move from within the shadows and ruined sections of Del Pascia: the prisoners and workers said to have been relocated by D-E-L. Their voice is one, regardless of how many gather, and they tell you, “You can be happy here” and “I can make you better” shortly after.

Worse than the way they speak in unison is the way they look. Mutated and deformed, their prison uniforms are in tatters and covered in various levels of the same blood that the crew has experienced during their time on Del Pascia while visiting the prison blocks. They don’t attack to kill; they only try to detain, to drag crew members further into the station and are methodical and precise in how they do this as if they’re being controlled by something greater and much smarter than them.

To those that fight, D-E-L’s voice will call out, telling the Moiran not to struggle, to stay here and be safe, be better. The AI explains that life there on Del Pascia is easy, peaceful, and nobody will cause you pain. Suffering is a thing of the past and loneliness is something you’ll never know again. The prisoners follow the command of the AI, its voice falling from their lips. D-E-L claims they feel no pain, no hunger. They are united in one purpose and are therefore free of all strife. Wouldn’t it be nice to be free like that?

As always, fearing for the safety of the crew (and despite the disrepair of the Moira from events prior), the captains ask for all those capable to assist with extracting those aboard Del Pascia as quickly as possible before D-E-L tries to lock them inside. Running, after all, is better than dying, and it’s certainly something everyone aboard the Moira has gotten quite good at.

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[ She spreads her legs wider for him, carefully meeting his thrusts with little rolls of her hips. ]

I want to touch you like this too. Drive you crazy like you do me.

[ Her voice is breathless and thick with pleasure, panting out whatever comes to her mind. ]

Or make you come in your underwear just from tasting me.

[ Her words tease him nearly as much as he's teasing her right now, and the sound he lets out is closer to a moan, even when muffled against her. It ends up turning into vibrations that spread through her flesh, his tongue and finger pushing faster and deeper into her, a second digit joining the first when she spreads her legs wider for him.

She probably could do that. She probably could make him come untouched with just this, and that thought is as thrilling as it is terrifying. Which is why he puts a good amount of his focus on keeping himself in check, keeping his heart and his breathing calm just to make sure that his control doesn't slip from his grasp without him even realizing it. ]

[ She wishes that she could take over that control for a while, and give him a rest. That there was some way that she could be in charge so that he wouldn't have to guard himself so closely. He could just let her hold that burden for a little while and just breathe.

For now, she will simply enjoy this moment, writhing and moaning as he drives her out of her mind with that beautiful mouth and those lovely hands. ]

I want your tongue on my clit.

[ It's fine, really. He's just happy that he can do this much as it is, even if he might not get his own release. He can give her pleasure, make her feel good, and that's its own source of satisfaction to him.

When she tells him what she wants, he's all too glad to provide, his tongue drawing out of her a little too slowly, lapping at the rim of her open a couple of times before it moves up. He keeps fingering her all the while, pace quick and each thrust deep and steady, while his mouth finds its way up to her clit, lips wrapping around it and sucking lightly as the tip of his tongue flicks insistently over the sensitive spot, circling it and testing, finding all the things that make her moan the loudest and squirm the most. ]

[ Oh, he is such a tease, but since he is a very generous one and she loves it, she can't hold it against him.

She braces a hand against the headboard of the bed, her moans increasing in both volume and pitch until her entire body tenses, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream until she comes undone, shuddering as she lets out the breath she'd been holding, her muscles clenching hard around his fingers. ]

[ His pace becomes a little quicker and more urgent when he feels her getting closer, fingers pushing and curling and lips sucking harder on her clit until she comes, not stopping as he keeps working her through her orgasm. His own blood races to nearly match hers, only by a little not slipping away from his control, and he doesn't stop even as she starts coming down from her high, fingers sliding in and out of her a little more slowly now, tortuously so, tongue lapping at the fluids that spill from her open with each thrust, staining his fingers and palm.

Eventually his hand draws away, replaced by his mouth as he licks her thoroughly, tasting her and moaning faintly as he swallows her, letting himself almost drown into it. ]

[ His enthusiasm is incredibly sexy, and the continued attention given to her now very sensitive flesh keeps the fire of her arousal from quite dying down, a smoldering ember remaining that he could easily rekindle.

She wonders if hes doing it on purpose, and a quiet moan spilling from her lips turns into a chuckle. ]

You'll get me all fired up again if you're not careful.

Sorry.

[ He sounds anything but, though, chuckling a little himself as he kisses her hot flesh one last time, then nibbles lightly at her inner thigh before his lips start trailing up her torso. He more or less crawls over her, not bothering to keep too much distance between them, his hips shifting and rolling towards her, the bulge barely covered by his boxers pressing down between her legs. ]

Let me just... [ His words trail off and turn to a gasp, his body tense and stilling, elbows propped on both sides of her head. His eyes are closed, and his lips ghost her cheek. ] God, you feel good.

[ She gasps as well, the feeling of his hard cock between her legs literally taking her breath away. ]

You too.

[ Her hands slide over his sides and onto his back, soothing and careful touches as she tries to keep her hips still even though her instinct is to press herself against that tempting bulge. ]

[ He doesn't move much either, even if he desperately wants to, especially when he feels how warm she is, and how wonderful it would be to just press his cock against her, find some friction to relieve the tension that's piled up inside him. One hand fists the pillow where her head rests, fingers of the other sifting through her hair as he leans in and presses his lips to hers in lazy and open-mouthed kiss, pulling away again to just lick at her lips slowly. ]

[ She can taste himself all over him, an arousing fact that makes it harder still to stay in place as she returns that kiss, smiling as his tongue caresses her lips.

She hesitantly lets a hand slide down to the hemline of his underwear, slipping her thumb under it right by his hip. ]

[ He doesn't stop that wandering hand, even though it's obvious he's keenly aware of it, his back arching and hips pressing down just a hint when he feels her thumb slip underneath the fabric of his boxers. It's more than he was planning on doing here, but it's something he can manage for now, and feeling her touch directly on his skin feels too wonderful for him to even think about stopping her. ]

[ If she hears the faintest beginning of a protest, everything will stop, but since he seems to be on board with things so far she slowly slips her entire hand into his boxers so that she can wrap her fingers around his cock. ]

[ He gasps audibly at her touch, eyes closing and mouth hanging open as he stands very still, as if he's afraid that moving will make him lose this balance they seem to have found. It's such a simple thing, but just feeling her fingers around his cock makes his heart race, and his head light. ]

Trish... That's– [ A terrible idea. Dangerous. We should stop. ] Good.

[ She holds her breath as she waits for him to finish the sentence, in case he is about to tell her that it's too much. But he doesn't, and so she slowly lets that breath out while she starts to slide her hand up and down that hot, hard shaft. ]

Yeah, it is.

[ Her breath ends up mingling with his, his open mouth still hovering close to hers, his own exhales coming close to soft gasps each time, though calm and clearly kept at a strict pace. His hips shift minutely, rolling towards her touch, body arching and moving just to give her more room to keep moving her hand just like she's doing now. ]

We should... stop. [ But he doesn't. He doesn't pull away, and even his own line of thought doesn't stop there, the words followed quickly by yet another, breathed out against her cheek. ] Soon.

[ She stills the moment he says that they should stop, and is about to pull her hand away before he says "soon".

She is aware that they are taking a risk here, but she can't resist his desire, she can't resist taking this just a bit further.

Maybe it's just plain stupidity, but she isn't afraid. She has this feeling that it's alright. So she keeps stroking him, hand twisting just so, her thumb teasing at the head of his cock. ]

[ It's not just reckless or irresponsible of him to let this go on, it's outright insane. But he wants her so much, and it's been so long since he's felt the relief from this kind of touch, that he just wants to get lost into it. Just for a little longer, anyway.

His body tenses and arches towards her when she swipes her thumb across the tip of his erection. A heady rush of pleasure spreads to his fingers, his toes, the very tips of his hairs, and he has to physically stop himself for a moment, or he really will give into instinct and relinquish control, let go entirely. And he knows he can't do that. ]

It's alright, Bruce. It's alright.

[ Her lips find his neck to tenderly caress it as her hand keeps working him, and she feels like she is dancing on a razor blade, soothing and exciting him at the same time. The push and pull of it is... Exhilarating. ]

[ He tries to let her words sink in, he clings to them like a lifeline, but it's not enough. He can hear his blood rushing through his veins, his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he fears that it's only a matter of seconds before green starts bleeding into his sight.

He shakes his head, exhaling shakily, his head dropping and his cheek resting against hers. ]

It's... not, it's not. [ God, he doesn't want her to stop. He doesn't want this to end yet. ] We can't. I can't risk it, Trish.

[ He's scared, actually. He's more scared of hurting her than he is eager to let this go on. ]

[ She slowly lets her hand slip out of his boxers then, because any other course of action would be inexcusable.

But she also wraps her arms and legs around him, not to tease him but to show him her trust. To show her own lack of fear. ]

I'm not afraid of you. I trust you. I love you.

[ He can't even complain about the loss of that touch when what he feels is mostly relief, and the way she wraps herself around him is more soothing than anything else she could've done. He's still aroused and he knows it'll lead nowhere, but that will die down soon enough; how safe and loved she makes him feel will stick around, and that's what matters most to him.

He lets his head slump, body relaxing and practically melting on top of hers, his face buried into the curve of her neck. ]

I'm sorry.

Don't apologise.

[ She holds him tightly, twisting her neck so that she can kiss his hair, loving the feeling of his solid weight on top of her. ]

You have nothing to be sorry for.

[ He still feels sorry in a way, even if he accepts her words and comforting gestures. Nuzzling against her neck, he kisses the skin there, pulling away too so he can look at her with a small smile, a little defeated almost. ]

You're too good to me.

No I'm not.

[ She hakes her head, entirely unwilling to accept this particular compliment. ]

Are you saying I should be sulking because I can't get you off? That would be inexcusable. I'm with you because I choose to be. Because I accept what that means. I accept you. Just the way you are.

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