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It's sour, like limes. Usually that effect takes a few minutes. "I find that difficult to accept, sai." I frown, but hold out a hand for the pistol. "This looks like one of the previous-decade models from Sternschalt-Kai? EM propulsion, evades ga…
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Although it will probably be miniscule comfort right now, Ourania, you can have my printed copy of the Annabel Lee poem. There's something I feel while we do these things, with the blood, with our post-nova selves..something with a lot of force, a …
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One short grunt of discomfort as I take the injection. I'm not looking forward to the crash I'll experience from this, but hopefully it will be worth it. "Better than I can handle a melee weapon, which isn't saying much. What about Terci?" I rub so…
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While my curiosity about this odd behavior increases, I keep my posture distant, not least for the camera. I don't move forward or back when his purpose shifts. "What is this, then?" I offer him my arm, still suspicious. Not that he couldn't get as…
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I could nudge Ourania back down and just wrap my arms around her right now. Maybe sleep. I missed Ourania's face when she did, which is a shame. I nuzzle and kiss Ourania back, relaxed and delighted. "Hmm, I like it. You're good." I take the knife …
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I'm not at my most verbal, but I manage to let Ourania know how I feel..what I like..what I really like..what's okay (I guess). Part of me wants to lean entirely on the tricks I learned from Zola, but I want to touch her as myself, too. I can't hel…
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"Vyvyan is an excellent example, isn't xie? Between you, me and the walls I'd trade some for a little terran endurance right about now. What other sorts of experiences have you had with 'spacers'?" If that something is a knife I suppose I can keep …
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Ourania fits against me so nicely, smooth and warm. Even her scent is a warm kind of smell. I keep my arms around her and nuzzle the side of her neck, kiss it once. "I missed you," I whisper into her ear. It is true for me as well as Gwen, I was dea…
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Ourania tenses against me at Zola's name. Yeah, she doesn't like Zola. That's not at all hard to understand. I pull my shirt off when I have the distance to do so; it's a relief. Her questions are no relief at all. They touch at the hard confusion,…
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"Perhaps I'm just giving you the arse-eyes because I don't enjoy being kidnapped?" Maybe it's never occurred to him. I tuck up a knee, resting one foot on the bed, arching an eyebrow at him. I suppose I'll be beneath him for the 30 seconds or so it …
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I smooth my hands along Ourania's shoulders, move my lips in sympathy with hers as they brush over mine..it's like I'm listening to her from a distance even as I'm touching her. Do we have a strong connection? Will we if we have sex? Right now it fe…
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"I'll bring you with me." I raise up my fingers, wanting to trace them along Ourania's exposed collarbone, but I leave them centimeters away, waiting for some small nonverbal permission. Gwen's excitement harmonizes with my own, singing like gravity…
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"I promise I'll keep her safe..oh, stomm.." I don't step back, but I feel like now that Ourania is naked she warrants a little more space. Like she takes up more. It's hard to think clearly..the possibility of punishing the people who toy with us i…
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I hold up my hands, not wanting to be the recipient of any pharmacological expertise that he has on offer. I take a step backwards towards the bed. I finished my little trick for producing a short in the force field. Which is too bad because maybe …
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While I'm listening to Ourania, I'm also left to wonder if she really heard me. Mostly I don't disagree with her. She hasn't accepted my apology. I watch Ourania collect things from her drawer. She never goes into it when I'm around.. I stand up, …
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They didn't tell her. They'd never tell her, why would they? I was looking for something in her story to forgive her for, even slightly, and I have it. I lift myself off of Ourania with a cry of anger and regret. I pace next to the bed, shaking my …
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My skin feels cold and run through with needles. My stomach has dropped out. "You didn't." "What stuff!? Why would you give Pris the plague?!" I grab Ourania by the shoulders and push her down on the bed roughly. All the softness of earlier is some…
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The look on Ourania's face is complicated and vulnerable..I do get the feeling she's thinking about how to word something for two people instead of one. What they've been chatting about fades into my memory, like I'd experienced it but of course I d…
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"Hah, no, that won't work." It's a cute joke, we both know she couldn't fake it. "Oh? Yeah, of course. I'll visit you again soon, this was nice." With that said, I hesitate just a little before..well, I guess trying to shift back to 'where' I was b…
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"I'll do it." I don't hesitate to say. "You're not my responsibility, it's more like..you're running pace with me. All that wonderful stuff is true about you first." I guess I just had to go with an athletic metaphor. The ship is stronger with me i…
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"Thanks. Mostly it's the attitudes that get to me." That people think they're right to do what they do to me because I'm a 'failure' to them. Immune to the plague? That would be nice.. "I guess? I've wondered why they would put me here after growin…
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"Olivar is careless," I chuckle with her, there's something I enjoy about taking Olivar so lightly. "Or maybe a masochist." "You're really good at seeing the best in people, Pris. I think that's what makes you brave. Or maybe, you need the courage …
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At first I'm so confused, I can't imagine Pris ever drooling how could she laugh about..? "Oh! Right, babies! I've never seen one." Most of the time, I just want to be ignored. But right now I'm okay with Pris' attention. I'm definitely not everyth…
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I don't blame her. "It isn't like I tell anyone." This is sort of why. "Ioanna was fine, I think." It feels strange to be the subject of honest curiosity instead of preconceived judgement. "But you're right." I hesitate, I don't really want to make…
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"She did tell me." Some of my emotion from moments ago recedes. This is time with Pris, right now. I blink at her next question. I guess I didn't think about it because I didn't..have to think about it. "Oh, well..I mean, I am holding back in meats…
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They can't connect her to some feeds? Come to think of it, we're quarantined in communication as much as we are in body. They aren't going to get the plague from a Navi message. My resentment for the authority is plain. If the new doctor is young..…
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That echo was..odd. I suppose she was still drawing up her memory of the song? "I..maybe? I don't see you either." Oh! It would make sense if I was attached to an interface like that. What do I say about this? Nothing alarming. "I'm not sick! I'm …
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"Pris? What is that you're singing?" I feel almost like I've snuck up on her, but I can't just wait and stay 'hidden' any longer. "You're so good at it."
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I'm still experiencing myself..I feel like I could take over my body again if I needed to but I relax away from it. Without the paralysis of Iso, it's more satisfying. My voice feels funny though. Well, maybe not mine. Gwen's hug is very different …
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Rolling Dark: (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 3, 4. Total: 10)