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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.

Date: 2010-02-14 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-julian.livejournal.com
He grinned broadly, pleased at being remembered. "I have no idea," he told him. "Some all-powerful force apparently wants me naked except for a bow, because it certainly didn't give me a choice in the matter." He paused, frowning. "I hope I haven't offended it by putting on your coat."

Date: 2010-02-14 04:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] haroldlee.livejournal.com
"The Nexus on Valentine's Day. Fucking perfect." Harold rolled his eyes, laughing. He looked up. "Nah. I've had good luck with giving jackets to naked men. Maybe it's just trying to tell me it needs pointers on what to do with a red ribbon. I would have gone with wrists," he pointed out to the multiverse at large, before looking back to Julian's face with an embarrassed chuckle.

Clearly this was one of those things, those days when weird shit happened and nobody was quite the same as other days. He rather had the urge to raise his fist in defiance at that, but found he could only laugh.

Date: 2010-02-14 04:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-julian.livejournal.com
"You could show me--and it--how to properly use a ribbon," Julian suggested. He didn't expect Harold to take him up on the offer, really, but he still held out hope. The man was quite attractive, after all.

Date: 2010-02-14 04:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] haroldlee.livejournal.com
Harold's eyebrows shot waaaaaay up, that flush returning in full heated force to his cheeks.

He choked briefly on an embarrassed laugh, biting his bottom lip.

"Uh. Thanks," he finally muttered, gesturing vaguely before raising one hand to the back of his own neck. Rubbing back and forth. "Not that you're not-- yeah-- very nice, but, uh." Another vague gesture, fingers splayed in the air. "Maybe I didn't mention the first time we met, that I'm getting married? In April? Yeah?"
Edited Date: 2010-02-14 04:24 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-02-14 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-julian.livejournal.com
Julian's eyes widened. "Congratulations!" he told him earnestly. "Your fiancé wouldn't approve, then?" He smiled wryly. "He's a lucky man, getting you all to himself."

Date: 2010-02-14 04:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] haroldlee.livejournal.com
"Thanks!" Answered with a bit of a glowing grin, for even when his conversation partner was naked but for his jacket and a splash of red that Harold was carefully avoiding, he found he was quite proud of this fact.

"Ah, no. We've got kind of a-- look-but-don't-touch thing going on." Harold gestured around the bridge and the ship in general, rather hoping it was the universe variant he remembered. The bridge was as shiny as the day he first sat on it, anyway. "Little fucking rare around here, but it's good for us."

Harold leaned forward, as if checking for people going by. "If I know this place at all, man, you won't have to wait long for somebody to show you what to do with that ribbon, anyway." He smiled.
Edited Date: 2010-02-14 04:34 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-02-14 04:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-julian.livejournal.com
Julian grinned back. "All right, then. Thank you for the loan of your jacket." He paused in thought. "Although, if what you say is true, I probably won't be wearing it for long...would you like it back?"

Barefoot on the moon?

Date: 2010-02-14 04:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] haroldlee.livejournal.com
Harold shrugged. "Hey, naked on the bridge. Something out of my nightmares, but fuck, why not?" He held out his hand to take his jacket back. He could see the vague distortion that - if his usual travels through the nexus were any indication - would lead him back home.

"Welcome, dude. Listen, if you see--" He abandoned the sentence, looking off. This seemed like one of those things people didn't remember once it was over.

Harold rather hoped they knew, anyway.

"Nevermind, man. You're welcome. Good luck with the, uh--" He pointed down. "--ribboning."
From: [identity profile] doctor-julian.livejournal.com
"Thanks," Julian replied with a smirk. "Have a good trip back...er...wherever you came from." He couldn't resist blowing a kiss to Harold. "Until we meet again."

You're completely mad.

Date: 2010-02-14 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] haroldlee.livejournal.com
Harold laughed and caught it, being utterly silly and miming tucking the kiss in his pocket.

An exaggerated salute sort of wave to go with his slight bow, and through the portal he stepped.

An echo might've been heard back through it, along with a likely frigid gust of wind, before it closed behind him. "Hey Scotty, where'd you pack the ribbons...?"

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