[NCC-1701 DEN OF SIN] -- [Special Rules, Open All, OOC Character Moment!]

[kirktastic]

Rules: - simple and easy.

1) Unless you obviously already have an agreement or something going with another character, please ask before you post under their thread wanting to have sexy times. THIS INCLUDES PEOPLE FROM OUTSIDE THE RP AS WELL! If you aren't part of our group but want to have some fun sexy times with a character... well, shoot them a PM! Within the group, please do the same as a courtesy.
2) Don't be discouraged, upset, or anything similar if someone doesn't want to sex up with your character. Just reply to their PM with a 'no thanks' if you really don't want to for whatever reason. They could be too overwhelmed with other threads, or wanting to concentrate on one, or just don't have time to take more than one thread. Don't take it personally, please.
3) Post down below with your name AND your location in the subject of the thread if you want to be somewhere specific (like Jim will be specifically on the bridge) and change it for anyone who comes by. That way, its the absolute easiest way to find someone, track someone, gloss over someone, whatever.
4) If you're going to be doing something that COULD squick someone, please mark it with a warning in the subject of the comment. Just a courtesy thing!
5) Talk to someone before sliding into a multi-person scene. Don't just interrupt without making sure you're wanted.

Comments

Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

As it turned out, being a woman--a woman that moved and sounded like his older sister--was not the least dignified thing to ever happen to him on the Enterprise.

Roaming free and in his own body in The Four only knew what blinding infinite corridor?

Without his shirt or coat? In the cold?

Definitely the new all-time low.



(IF you wanna play with girl!Ayel, or just come say hi, or point and laugh and flee for your puny Fed life, that's cool, too.)

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Christine was walking back to her quarters after her shift in Sickbay. It had been a long day, and she wasn't paying as much attention to where she was going as she normally did.

Which was perhaps how she managed to turn a corner and run straight into someone else. Only the other woman's weight - heavier than a human of her size would be - kept Christine from knocking them both to the floor.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Christine cried, leaping back. "Are you hurt?" She put out a hand to the woman's arm, both as apology and to steady her, and only then did she realize who she was.

And that she was somehow, mysteriously, out of the brig.

And that she wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Um," Christine said eloquently. "Ayel?"

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

The very first thing he did with his other arm was tuck it firmly across himself.

Well, no, the very first thing he did was emit a high-pitched noise--NOT a squeak--and stumble backward a bit, mortified.

Goldenhair, from before.

"Does--does everyone on this ship know?" He managed to plaster a pout on Sharra's face, a smoky look entirely unconvincing, considering the heat in his cheeks.

He was probably green to his scalp.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

"Know?" Christine's brow furrowed in confusion. Know what? That he was out of the brig? "Well, no one sent me, if that's what you mean."

She smiled reassuringly.

"I think one of my spare uniforms might almost fit you," she offered gently.

It was probably best not to ask too many questions just yet.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

"My, uh. Name," he stuttered. She was pretty when she smiled. "And that I'm--like this? But I suppose not."

"Clothes?"

Those would be good. It was chilly in here. Enough to drive him to goosebumps. All over.

He was very careful with the angle of his hand.

He sucked in a breath. "Yes. Clothes. Great. Please?"

He was too off-balance for much more than one word answers right then.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

(OOC: You know I had to. Male, please?)

Jim was grinning, avoiding couples enjoying themselves in the halls, and just about anywhere else. He couldn't have been more proud of his crew. Look at how he was promoting crewmanship and teamwork and loyalty!

He turned a corner and nearly slammed bodily into someone, just barely dodging at the last second.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

"Watch where you're--"

Oh. Oh, now this was interesting. Or horrific. Possibly both.

"You're looking well."

It wasn't a lie. And he felt--safer, somehow, on more equal footing this way, even if Kirk did have his name.

He still had Bones.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim's eyes went wide at the sight of Ayel. Ayel walking the corridors of his ship. Those tattoos, male, free. A shiver of fear went through him, but it was completely overwhelmed by anger.

"You're looking far too well." His hand slid down towards his phaser.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

He saw. His lips quirked.

"Thank you."

And quick as that his hand was tight on James' wrist, keeping his fingers the hell away from his weapon, as Ayel pressed forward, firmly into the young man's personal space.

"Wasn't here for that," he hummed. "Unless you want to fight."

He wasn't going to mention that he had no idea what the hell he was doing here, or why he was half naked, or that his heart was clipping rapid-fire in his hip.

Bones walks by...

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

He saw the Romulan, recognizing him from Starfleet's records.

This was the one, he thought to himself. The one who had gotten into Jim's head. Staring over at him, he walked a few steps closer and stared some more.

Re: Bones walks by...

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

"What?" He folded his arms, not looking down and absolutely not turning green. If anything he paled with surprise. "What are you staring at?"

Why did this man seem familiar? It was eerie.

Though he wasn't bad looking. At all. Where had that come from?

Re: Bones walks by...

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"You shouldn't be here," he said absently, wondering how he got out of the brig. Fucking security, probably balling down there and let the force field down.

He knew this guy was strong, so it wasn't like he was gonna drag him down to the brig by himself, but there wasn't anyone else in the corridor. Moving closer to him, he tried to figure out what it was about him that intrigued bothered him. "What exactly happened between you and the Captain?" he heard himself say.

Fuck, where did that come from?

Re: Bones walks by...

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

"He hasn't told you?" Ayel covered his relief with a very nasty grin. Let this one think what he wanted.

And then it dawned on him. Why he felt this way, why the skin was trying to climb off the back of his neck. Why this man would ask him about what happened in that tone of voice.

"You."

Oh you, bb. ♥ You know what Miss Winona has to do.

[kirk-winona.livejournal.com]

Winona had never gotten to enjoy seeing a Romulan up close. Without the shirt or coat, they were vaguely attractive in a "please don't kill me" way. But you know, Romulans were still sort of terrifying on their own, though, this one was not Nero. So perhaps it might be fine if she just looked and maybe touched.

Re: Oh you, bb. ♥ You know what Miss Winona has to do.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

He'd never seen her before--everyone on this ship was basically a stranger.

And she was...eyeing him.

He eyed her back.

She was really rather pretty, in her own cool and confident way.

"I...guess you won't believe I'm lost?"

And he smiled, hoping it didn't look too nervous.

Winona/Ayel. Here have a Romulan?

[kirk-winona.livejournal.com]

"Probably not. But you do kind of look it, I'll admit." Winona smiled, moving just a little closer.

"What are you doing over here?"

Re: Oh Hell No.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

Leonard had been rushing somewhat, on the way back to his quarters - he didn't know what the hell was happening with the ship, it had turned into a madhouse - when he rounded a corner somewhat too quickly and colliding with a warm body in the process.

A... half-naked Romulan woman, apparently?

"Are you alright?" he asked instinctively, even as his hands grabbed her arms for mutual support.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

He slipped--still not used to that new center of gravity--and hit the wall somewhat more gently than he otherwise might, thanks to the hands currently clasped around his triceps.

This gentleman was actually tall enough, or Sharra was short enough, that they were talking face to face.

With their chests pressed together.

"Uh--" Ayel managed, bright green. "I think. Not hurt."

This whole thing just kept getting weirder.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

The blush was... oddly endearing, especially given its intensity.

These days, there wasn't a lot that made Leonard blush, as a rule, but once the realization sank in that, yes, she was apparently intact, and furthermore, her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest...

Evidently, it was cold. Right. That had to be it. Physiological reactions to certain stimuli. Not that he didn't actually feel rather warm...

"...fuck."

...which he hadn't meant to say out loud, he swore. Something very strange was happening on this ship.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[mirror-brightly.livejournal.com]

This ship was an endless labyrinth of bright, squeaky, white coridoors and nohhua fvadta he was getting tired of running across lloann having sex. Good thing Naele's body was trained, years of hard lifting and soldiering. It could handle the jog.

He came around a corner and stopped. Was that Sharra? No wait, it was Ayel. Topless.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

If the Elements were having fun with him, at least they'd sent someone he knew.

""

He was nonplussed. They were free. But it was cold. And he needed a jacket.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[mirror-brightly.livejournal.com]

The last time he'd seen Sharra anywhere near this undressed, his head had been half in the dirt and Ayel had been shouting that he wasn't stealing rations. It was...strange.

"What happened to your shirt?" It was the first thing eh thought to ask. His own coat was woefully overlarge on Naele, but he got another long look in before he passed it.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Well, crap.

He was sure he was headed back to his front door, and he cut himself off mid-sentence.

His expression of annoyance disappeared when he saw who it was. He glanced around, before calling attention to himself, wondering if this was indeed the Ayel he'd known.

"Rhadheis?"

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

That...was the best sight he'd seen since arriving here.

"Rhadheis!" Ayel left no room for doubt, pulling the other man into a swift strong hug and kissing him hello.

It was probably good to let him breathe.

"Are you well?"

Re: Oh Hell No.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

When he could breathe, Harold laughed joyfully, returning the hug and patting Ayel firmly on the back.

"I am! Oh dude, I missed you so much! Tell me how you are and holy shit it's you!"