Mischa
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Establishment / NPCs Valentine's Yacht Club Main act: Spectacle (autoduel) Side Attractions: Scene (see and be), Coffee(/Tea) Has music, not known for it. Valentine can never keep a live musician, but there's a decent-not-great sound system with…
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Gear a wicked blade, like a kitchen knife or 12” razor-sharp scissors (2-harm hand) oddments worth 7-barter fashion suitable to your look, including at your option a piece worth 1-armor (you detail) Valentine's knives Armor'd longcoat HX • W…
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Red Rain articles: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_rain_in_Kerala http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/24/alien-rain-unexplained-files_n_3982523.html Creepypasta with great image: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-354
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Hi, I'm Mischa! I'll see you in the hangout!
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"Certainly, Doctor." The chair is rather comfortable. I try to relax, to make myself receptive.
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Sol. It's been some time. When we transition back to normal space, I can make out the ancient constellations. I make a few sketches on our approach. My favorite is a fanciful take of Blavasky, resting on a giant turtle in space, with a shadow of a m…
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I'm still a little tipsy, I suppose. It's a good idea to follow her to the shower with us both in the buff. Saves time.
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I touch my own tongue to my wet fingertip. "'Captain,' yes." Merciless? I pull a face. I think she just wanted me in the costume. "So does 'Admiral Mei'." I smile to hide. My bright eyes slide away for an instant, then back to her dark eyes.
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I touch a fingertip to her lips. "Well, I'm not getting a fat inheritance, so we'll have to turn to piracy." I have a look on my face as I pretend to be serious.
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"I don't know. I've never tried. You hear stories, though..." I shudder. In a bad way.
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I butt her head with my chin. "You'd have to unstick me with a monofilament prybar." Then my brain catches up to the rest of what she says. I don't like black ops. But I smile when she calls me cute. So what? I like flattery. I trace the delicate f…
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My eyes are closed, a shameless smile playing on my face as she plays with my hair. This hairstyle is so against regs. I take a deep breath and stretch my toes. Her head is cradled in my arm and I am tracing little letters and circles and spirals, w…
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when i lie with ksenia we are joined together in mind and body and soul and everything that i do i feel her feel and everything she does touches me moves me licks me feels me is looped back and i know she can feel me feeling her and our touch is one…
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[OOC: 8+9 =17, with no juicy ones for you at all.]
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Bravery - (Rolled: 1d6. Rolls: 2. Total: 2) Comms - (Rolled: 1d6. Rolls: 6. Total: 6) Alien-Enhanced Psionic - (Rolled: 1d8. Rolls: 8. Total: 8) Ksenia - (Rolled: 1d10. Rolls: 9. Total: 9)
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Bravery - d6 - I'm feeling vulnerable and scared, but I'm going to face my fear. Comms - d6 - If this isn't communication, I don't know what is. Alien-Enhanced Psionic - d8 - I'm very happy to use my psi for something beautiful. Ksenia - d10 - I kno…
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Her words of reassurance strike my core, and my heart melts a little. I hug her tight, not sure why I'm crying- lust, fear, relief, happiness... does it matter? It's just the two of us in our little orbit. Ksenia is warm and cool, soft and firm. An…
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My eyes flutter, grow wet. How am I so lucky? I'm torn between wanting to submit and cry. I wriggle under her grip, delighted and scared and aroused. My hips move on their own, my legs wrapping around her, pulling her in with my need. "Ksenia, it's …
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She makes me shudder, and I bite my lip, wanting to give in to her, to submit. I scoot down to kiss her sweet face. "You've got me." I rub my nose against hers, not blinking, lost in her eyes. "I don't want to let you down, or let you go..." My doub…
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I slide out of my dress and kick away my underthings. I stretch like a cat, my hands buried in her hair. I don't bother with her clothes yet, it will be her turn soon for attention. I say softly, "It's just me here, Kay Kay... nobody else." I squir…
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I am utterly delighted at being carried off like a prize. But I am the winner. I paddle her butt playfully as she clomps off, smiling like I don't care who sees, still moving to the fading beat. She makes me giggle with her eagerness, stomping shut…
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"Yes! A wonderful evening. But also yes to the retiring to our quarters." I peck the Captain on her other cheek and try not to be a sore winner. I keep a half dance step down the hallway, but I want to leap into Ksenia's arms. The corridor is a litt…
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A zoologist, if you'll pardon the pun, might also observe the dominance display I'm working. My hands don't want to leave Ksenia. I'm doing some flashy leg action and looking fierce. I'm smooth, I'm grinding, I'm poetry in motion, I'm alive. Sorry,…
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I delight in the dance! "Watch me!" I step up my action, rising to the challenge to out-dance the both of them. Yet a whisper of psi leaps from me to Ksenia. // just me / just us / please //
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I close my eyes when she kisses me, happily drowning in the moment. "Dancing is fine," I breathe, our faces close. Does she miss Cora more than I do, to want to bring in a third so soon? I open my eyes. Can't we just explore the two of us alone for…
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The wonderful frisson of her lips shimmers down my spine. My body reacts to her words, and I lace my hands up behind her head, pressing into her. Then she brings up Zoo. I shiver with desire and fear. My mind is flooded with images of me between th…
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I feel a mental tug as something shifts in the room. I open my eyes to see Zoo dancing, and my first thought is oh no she didn't. Ksenia has a smirk on her face and I want her looking at me. I chase away the clouds on my face by starting to bring i…
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I'm a little too drunk to dance well. But I can still move to the beat as it pulls me out of my chair. As I'm pulled to Ksenia. I close my eyes, swaying and moving my feet in a careful-don't-fall-over step. I can feel the tiniest smile as the music…
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The base of the arrangement is a simple water glass. There's six forks balancing against each other, making a triangle around the circle rim of the glass. One of the dinner rolls is next, sitting atop a cross of knives. Somehow there are olives and …
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I lean close and boop her with my left finger in the middle of her forehead, right by her interface. "Zoo," my eyes are huge on hers, "You're sweet." I blink slowly. "But I'm different now. Diff-err-ent. Change, as inevitably delicious as the infini…