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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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_{[ It sounds to fantastic to be real, but regardless of what he thinks,
Leto believes it to be real. And perhaps it has more truth in there
somewhere than he knows. He can't rightly say, knowing so little, though he
feels a pain for the man he is coming to call a friend. ]}

I can't say that I can, no. It seems a rather lonely thing. Maybe that's a good reason for you to get close to people here and now.

_{[ To come down from the lofty height and enjoy the physical since he
might eventually loose the ability to do so. ]}

Enjoy what you can, while you can, make memories to keep you company.

Even memories can tire you out.

[ He has so many as it is. Memories that are not even his. It would be so easy to slip into the memories and never emerge. ]

But I assure you, I haven't stopped living in the moment.

[ Even if he gets them mixed up with what he sees. ]

Good. I know it might not mean much coming from someone with so short a life span, but worrying about the future - it's just not healthy. You'll miss all the excitement in the here and now if you do.

_{[ He flashed him a sweet smile and moved a pawn out onto the board from behind his bishop. ]}

[ He looks at Kirk for some time before ducking his head in amusement. Best to lose himself in the game before he gets carried away. ]

I'm not worried about the future.

Good. I would hate to think you were distracted during our game. I mean, for some reason other than me.

_{[ He winked and pushed another piece into play, looking over the board. He could see several pieces that could be taken but all were acceptable at this point. If he kept going, he could see the path to victory - if Leto cooperated that is. ]}

[ He laughs softly. ]

Perhaps I need to be distracted by your skills before I am distracted by you.

Well since they're my skills, isn't it the same thing? Or are you trying to say I'm pretty?

_{[ He tossed Leto a wink and a grin as he moved another piece. ]}

Check.

_{[ One move from Checkmate. ]}

[ This had been an interesting game. More open, more unusual than the games he usually played. He had to remember this variation. He certainly hasn't seen moves like this in quite some time. ]

I wasn't aware I was trying.

_{[ A blonde brow arched and he ducked his chin a little, laughing
softly. He glanced up at the other through the golden veil of his lashes at
Leto even as he moved his final piece in play. ]}

Well, you aren't so bad yourself.

And Checkmate.

[ He leans back, pleased. It's been a long time since he's faced a challenge like this. ]

You've won. To the winner goes the spoils.

_{[ He sat back, considering for a moment. He toyed with his queen
piece, turning it over in his fingers and stroking along the edge as he
thought about it for a moment. Finally, he leaned on the table holding
their game board and smiled oh so sweetly at Leto. ]}

For my prize, I want a kiss.

[ Leto laughs, genuinely impressed. He should have realized, but it must have slipped his mind during the game. He rises from his seat to head over to Kirk. ]

I see you enjoyed our last encounter.

Is it that obvious?

_{[ He waited patiently, turning in his seat to face Leto and tilted his
head up slightly to look at him, blue eyes sparking with anticipation.
]}

Perhaps a little.

[ Leto tilts Kirk's chin up, a finger on his chin. ] But then in the Fleet, we all need a little . . . human contact.

[ His fingers trail up to Kirk's hair, a little sharp but still gentle. ]

Yeah, that's a way of putting it.

_{[ He liked contact - human or alien. He craved it, and it was a reason
he wasn't always sleeping well. Not a major one, but one. In the past year
his urge to touch and be touched had only grown, and anything tactile had
become intensely important to both his sense of self and pleasure. He let
his chin be tilted up, shivering at the trail of Leto's fingers in his
hair, not minding the sharpness. His lips parted the slightest fraction,
inviting him even from afar. ]}

[ Leto is not a tactile creature, not really. He became one through his tenure on Ruby. All of his team mates were creatures of touch, with hands and hugs and all those tiny gestures that Leto never could put into words.

Even now, the words elude him. It's been a few years since Aather, since his time there, since the skin of an Emperor fell onto his shoulders. Since the wormskin took him away from the cusp of humanity into something darker, more alien.

He has no right to be selfish. He chose this. He chose to save them all. But it still hurts to be so close and yet so far. For Leto, love is worship, an intangible part of his being. Every person he meets is a living moment of desire and love and fascination that never goes away.

He bends down to tease at Kirk's lower lip, his sharp fang-like teeth cutting slightly at the edges. Every fingered touch was a benediction, every wound was a communion of the soul.

Leto never did anything half-way. ]

_{[ Death had simply show him how important it was to feel in the hear and now. He yearned for touch, for sensations to remind him of reality and the physicality of the world. He slept better with someone because him because he could feel their heat, hear the beat of their hearts - those two things his metaphorical dream catchers. He needed those constant reminders, else sometimes he feared he might fall asleep and it would be the last time.

The kiss literally takes his breath away, the sheer intensity of it. He had not been expecting it, but he does not pull away from it either even when he feels the sharpness of those teeth. He pushed towards Leto's mouth to give as good as he recieved, tongue darting out to flicker across the king's lips to get the taste of him, a slow burning spice that made him hum in pleasure and his tongue tingle. Curiously he slid his tongue across the other's teeth as his fingers rose and caressed the line of his jaw, moving to the pack of his neck and gripping so he wouldn't pull away to soon. ]}

[ Leto always carries with him the tang of spice, of secrets and mysteries. The universe is in his voice, the unknown is in his glowing eyes. Even now, half-lidded with pleasure, those eyes shine with an unearthly light, blue in blue. His heart is a maze, his soul is a daze. He is the youthful Fisher King.

Touching Leto's jaw would let Kirk's fingers skim over the seething, living wormskin, that rises and falls, Leto's silent heartbeat. The Worm sighs at the heat, a low rumble of contentment as Leto deepens the kiss. ]

_{[ It's a dazzling blue, really, and it's rare that he meets a blue to match his own. It fascinates him, adds another layer to the taste of him on his tongue, the sharp tingle of his teeth against his lips.

The sensation of the worm skin was strange, but he did not pull away in fear. He did pause, adjusting to the feel of it, but soon enough he continues his brushing, toying with the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. He sucks in a breath, a hitching gasp as he pushes up slightly from his seat to better meet the kiss with enough force that he knew his lips would bruise. ]}

[ Leto sits lightly on Kirk's thighs, scraping his nails and fingers on his neck and back, relishing the feel of skin against it. It's been so long, so long since he's touched anyone in this way. He's always felt so far apart from humanity, so afraid of getting too close. He couldn't subject people to his appearance, his strangeness.

But here, he was . . . loved. A physical, simple form of love that he could drown in. ]

_{[ He accepts his weight readily, an arm sliding around him to hold him close. He felt warm, warm like a dessert, radiating that heat, sweet and spicy and it made him ache for more than just the sharing of a kiss. Curiously his hand dipped down to brush the top of his rear through his trousers as his kissing grew more heated, hungrier, even as his lips began to grow a touch sore. He ignored it all in favor of Leto's taste, the soft little noises he made and the touch of his thighs around his hips. ]}

Hmm, much as I am loving this... maybe we should move it to a more private venue, hmm?

_{[ He pressed a kiss to Leto's chin and then his throat, a gentle worship as he kept him close. ]}

[ He should pull away. But he finds his control has slipped as he leans his forehead against Kirk's. He can taste sweat in the air. Falling was always a heady sensation. ]

Where to?

_{[ He hums as their foreheads touch, body tingling from that kiss. His
fingers drew tiny circles around Letos hips as he considered. ]}

I think I saw an inn not that far back. It's not grand, but it'll have fresh air and a clean bed.

[ Leto carefully climbs, lithe animal grace. Sometimes, his movements seem out of sync with that of a person. Too smooth at times, too disjointed in other instances. He holds his hand out. ]

Lead the way.

_{[ It was true. Kirk sometimes thought Letos grace was more animal than
human, but that somehow made it both more dangerous and alluring. It was a
subtle reminder that Leto was not entirely human, but that had never been
something to put Kirk off. He followed the other up and accepted his hand.
It was not something he would have normally done, but it felt important to
engage in the gesture with Leto somehow. Besides, what was a little hand
holding? ]}

It's not far, just a few blocks up if I recall.

_{[ He led Leto away from the matches and down streets, passing mosaics
against grimy construction, not having the mind to spare them with Leto's
hand warm in his. He eventually found the place he was looking for and paid
for a room, holding up the key to Leto between two fingers. ]}

Do you wish to do the honors?

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