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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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Maybe next time. [He replied before sliding his hands up to the back of Jim's shoulders, tentatively feeling around at first for the right set of muscles underneath and any tension he could pick up in them before starting to apply pressure and moving the heels of his palms in steady circles to start loosening up those muscles. Remy hadn't actually lied, he did know how to do a proper massage, with a possible semi embarrassing story behind why he know how to do it if Kirk so happened to ask. Using a mix of pressures, movement, and his naturally warmer touch that came with his mutation, he worked on finding and getting rid of any knots he might find.]

_{[ Remy drew low moans from him, sighing as his muscles relaxed beneath
his attention. It had been a long time since he'd gotten a massage or
pampering of any sort, and he had to admit this was quite delightful. He
had thought he was an easy going sort, but clearly he had been fooling
himself as his muscles turned to loose noodles and he felt sure he was
melting into the sheets. ]}

Hmmm, where did you learn to do this?

Ahhh, that. [Ok, he should had expected that to come up.] Well, that goes back to a much younger Remy who may had overheard one too many times his sister-in-law 'nd other femmes that be 'round where I live talkin' 'bout their favorite romance books 'nd the like. 'nd may had gotten 'nto his head that 'hey, filles like this kinda thing, would be real 'mpressive if I knew how to do this'.

[Now days he at least was able to laugh it off.] Didn' of course at the time think it might be a bit creepy that I learnt it just for that reason, 'nd over all don't get to use it much for that reason either. But it has come in handy to help with 'njuries 'nd the like with m' line of work 'nd those I work with. Or a space captain who got his ass kicked 'nto mud, in this case.

_{[ He tries to devote as much attention as he can to Remy's story,
though it's a bit difficult when his muscles are melting beneath the
other's touch. He laughed though as the words made their way in, imagining
a younger Remy pouring through the cheesy romance novels to try and learn a
little something. ]}

So you learned this technique from a romance novel, did you? I didn't realize they could be such good learning guides - or that a teenage boy would have the attention capacity for them.

Oh-! Oh, right there, Remy...

_{[ He groaned, arching his shoulders and pushing into the pressure of
his fingers. ]}

[Yup, focusing on that spot then, making sure to give it a good amount of attention to ease the tension there.] Ah, started with it, oui, but wait, gets worse. I actually took a class for it. [A shake of his head as he smiled, it seeming so stupid now days to think back on putting so much effort into this all.]

'nd I might had skipped to some of the good parts in those books when I found them. Though gave me practice later on, [Remy paused for a moment, make it long enough so Kirk had to take the wrong meaning from it.] Had an ex-teammate who actually wrote that kinda thing 'nd who use to always want a hand with editin' them.

_{[ Fuck, but Remy was brilliant at this. He was practically butter
beneath his fingers, though his chest rose and fell sharply as he exhaled a
laugh or two, trying to imagine a teenage Remy taking massage lessons - all
to impress the ladies. When the pause came, and yes he did take the wrong
meaning, he shifted beneath Remy's hands so that he was on his back now,
looking up at him. Lazily he looped his arms around his shoulders. ]}

'Editing' huh? Sure you weren't giving them inspiration instead?

[Feeling Kirk move beneath him, Remy lifted his weight enough so to aid in that change in position, gaze staying steadily down on him as he shifted his hands to rest against Kirk's upper arms, his thumbs lightly but constantly moving against his skin in a stroking maner.]

Not in the manner ya thinkin', mon ami, outside of bad French which he refused to pronounce correctly 'nd would irritate me for hours by doin' so.

_{[ He laughed warmly at the complaint, his own fingers stroking up and
down along the nape of his neck and across his shoulders. He leaned up to
brush his lips across Remy's, a loving tease. ]}

Aimez-vous mon français?

_{[ ooc: Do you like my french? ]}

J'aime ton baiser, ça compte? [A grin down at Kirk, it caused by the brief kiss, the use of French, and Remy's own bad joke. It was always so nice to find someone else spoke the language, that he wasn't just throwing around words into the air without anyone really catching them.]

[ooc: I like your kiss, does that count? (provided google translate is correct)]

_{[ He didn't quite understand all of the words, but he knew kiss, and like, so he took it to mean the other liked his kiss, at least. That it sounded like a question helped. Yay for listening skills and context clues! ]}

Assez bon pour moi.

_{[ He pulled Remy down for a proper kiss, moaning softly against his lips and brushing his fingers along the rougher patches of his jaw. ]}

_{[ ooc: "Good enough for me" ]}

[Remy's grin kept as Kirk kissed him again, wondering how much the other man picked up but really not caring right now, a much more important thing at hand, or at lip as it would seem. Leaning into the kiss, Remy slipped his hands up to cup the back of Jim's head, just enjoying the shape and pressure of the other man's lips for a long moment before tilting his head to get a slightly sweeter angle to the kiss.]

_{[ Not enough to carry on a real conversation - just enough to impress
and get by. But it seemed to be enough to make Remy happy, which was good
enough for Kirk. He moaned softly at their kiss, wrapping his arms more
firmly around Remy, eyes fluttering closed as he savored it. Gently he
sucked at his mouth, in no rush to pull away, deepening it with a slow
stroke of his tongue along the curve of his mouth. ]}

[Oh, Jim certainly knew how to kiss, it was such a simple pleasure to savor and one Remy was more than happy to get caught up in. If only with a slight change. After several more moments of just enjoying the other man's lips, Remy moved back enough to catch his breath, a hand pressed against Kirk's chest as he held his other hand up in a 'one moment' manner, one finger raised.

Pushing against Jim's hold Remy sat up enough to be able to grab the back of his shirt, pulling it off and throwing it in the general direction of where his coat was, before shifting to move to lie at Kirk's side on the bed. His hand moved to the back of Jim's neck, encouraging him to turn towards him as he smiled.] Ya know, gotta say, this has to be m' favorite outcome to mud wrestlin' yet.

_{[ Kirk was quiet as he watched Remy slip out of his shirt, taking the
opportunity to brush his fingers along his ribs and back, enjoying the
warmth of his skin. When Remy settled he followed the pull of his fingers,
pressing himself in flush to the other man, looping an arm around him,
sliding his leg against Remy's. ]}

Go to mud wrestling matches often, do you?

_{[ He leaned in, nipping at his lips in a gentle tease. ]}

Not as much as media made me think I would growin' up. [A light chuckle at his own joke before he answered back that nip with a brush of his lips against Kirk's.] Really, it's become a real let down in my life.

Oh? Well, let's see if we can't fix that...

_{[ He pressed in close, moving to kiss Remy harder, and hopefully,
indeed, correct such an injustice. ]}

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