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I cock an eyebrow at Stahl. "Understanding how we got here is a first step to getting out." I breathe through my nose. "How far, how fast can Tangaroa move?" I don't know if we can put the whole planet between us and the rafts, but surely distance w…
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It's a fine thing, to do something own your own. The speed of the thing surprises me, but I try to bury it from the other two. You're the badass, Mei. Don't forget. It's like flying a suborbital- once you learn, you never forget and the old habits a…
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[OOC: 4 +3 = 7, spending a PP to + 4 for a total of 11, and a juicy one for you.]
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Duty - (Rolled: 1d10. Rolls: 1. Total: 1) Leadership - (Rolled: 1d6. Rolls: 4. Total: 4) Alien-Enhanced Psionic - (Rolled: 1d8. Rolls: 4. Total: 4) Ksenia - (Rolled: 1d10. Rolls: 3. Total: 3)
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Duty - d10 - I have two dozen and one people to protect. I can't let them down. We're not going to get drawn back in. Leadership - d6 - Um, I can show them what to do. I suppose I can mentor. Alien-Enhanced Psionic - d8 - My psi is still strong. A t…
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Phoenix pulls you closer in a one-armed hug of comfort as you worship him in your own way. He shakes his head absently."Maraschino? I don't remember her from the last time I did a delivery... Will she still work at the manufactory, or do you have ot…
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I carefully do not frown at his unhelpfulness. I glance at the ship schematic and pick a nearby unused room where it will hopefully be quieter. If Stahl's never done this in the field proper, then the silence will hopefully help his concentration. "…
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I nod at Partin. It's all we've got; therefore it must be. Her brain joke sails past me before I realize that she was joking. I can only imagine how detached and emotionless I must seem right now. I force a small smile in acknowledgement, but I feel…
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Yeah, her prentice makes like a baby and heads out. Hope he wasn't working on anything that can't be left alone. Still focused on the delicate mixings, she hip-checks you playfully with those comfortable hips she has now. "I likes the idea of real …
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I take a breath and look levely at the assembled officers. "Our first concern must be defense. We can't have all of us succumb to the raft minds again. I am not certain that Psi Corps would risk a second cavalry." I am not quite terrified that I ca…
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Jackal, Phoenix considers. He's kind of post-orgasmic lazily dragging his eyes around his space, his things. You note, still, the dilation of his pupils. "I like being Phoenix, me." he says. "Who was Dell... before?"
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I'm about to answer, but Ksenia goes first, surprising me with her recommendation. I look at her to see if she's serious, which of course she always is. "It's dangerous to study anything in ignorance. But that's how we learn. It's how we must learn.…
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I start to salute, but shake hands when she offers. "Ensign Taban Mei, Psi Corps. Lieutenan Partin, the Tangaroa has been radio silent for three standard weeks. Ensign Cribbage and I were dispatched on the Stalker Jane to do what needs doing." I lo…
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I'm glad to hear Dr. Yeng is okay. I hope we can say the same for the rest of the crew. I sit down on the.. gunwale? poop deck? ... on the bench area near Ksenia and watch the waves go by, glancing occasionally at the others.
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I hope this works. I send back the countersign. (Shoes and ships and sealing-wax / basil and rosemary / the 141th through 4213rd digits of the square root of two ) Aside: "She's bonafide, K."
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I wave one arm back, still close to Ksenia. I shout, "Are you in need of medical attention?" I can't bellow like she can. Hopefully my words are not lost at sea.
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I've got the comms. "Jane, be advised, we have an approaching unknown bogey. Two visible crew." I whisper to Ksenia, "Are they still bogeys in the water?" Surely there must be binoculars or some sort of imager on this tub! I fish around in the... gl…
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Loathe to be disentangled, I move next to her as she drives the boat, resting a hand on her back as I hail the Jane. "Stalker Jane, this is Mei. We're heading back to the Tangaroa." I take a breath and try to sound like my words. "We are optimistic …
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As always, I get lost in her dark eyes. They're better than the stars. She pulls a quirk of a smile onto my face with her lips. I still have doubts, but they are quieter right now. Cora's leaving will change so much... I shut up and hug her back, f…
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I nod dumbly. "Don't leave me," I say, almost under my breath. Please please. I can barely think about what Psi Corps will do to us. I let the moment fill me, closing my eyes from what I see.
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I simply rest into her, staring off into the horizon where the raft meets the sky. It's so huge and I'm so small. No surprises there. "She found a better landlord, I guess." I remember to blink.
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I rush back "up" and "out," Ksenia is my anchor and my compass. I feel like this is harder, without Cora's power and subtle guidance... It's like slipping out of a skintight power armor. You're less but more. I hold tight to Ksenia, following our ow…
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It is bittersweet, Cora's leaving. I feel the seabreeze drying tears on my cheeks even as I kiss Cora farewell, her fractal tastes drifting away. All I ever wanted was to save her, months and months... has it been years? back on the alien hulk... I …
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[OOC: 6 + 7 + another spent PP to keep that 3 = 16. And a juicy one for you.]
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Discovery - (Rolled: 1d10. Rolls: 6. Total: 6) Science - (Rolled: 1d8. Rolls: 3. Total: 3) Alien-enhanced Psionic - (Rolled: 1d8. Rolls: 7. Total: 7) Cora - (Rolled: 1d8. Rolls: 1. Total: 1)
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Discovery - d10 - Celesta's been in there for three weeks of real time. What's it like in there? Will she be okay? Can we rescue the others safely? Should we? Science - d8 - I'm not a professional researcher, but if I can contribute in some small wa…
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This feels dangerous, letting go of Cora. Her curiosity is overwhelming my fear, and I know the raft is influencing Celesta's answers. I don't want to be trapped down here... I remember how Ksenia's eyes look when the sun hits them just right. Be br…
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Phoenix is staring at the ceiling, still in the post-orgasmic fog. His dreads are like a rough pillow. "I bet I recognize a lot of familiar faces. Everyone likes the wine and the moonshine. Who's the other one?" There's a faint tint of perhaps jealo…
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If by "if he wishes" you mean "grabs your head, fingers in your hair, guiding your mouth like a man possessed" then yes. He can imagine quite a bit, but you are transcendent. "Oh, Jackal, many manymany like that!" You play the human like a skilled …
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Your lips are, indeed, magic. Phoenix's lips carry the faintest echo of the cider and rum. He's kissing you back now. "Mmmm, yes, I want some more of that sweet Jackal ecstasy. But I want you to myself, my lover, when I want, how I want, my sweet, w…