1. Marsiv-Tina [Text + Video + Action]

[continuousgroaning]

Text

Tina Belcher's Erotic Friend Fiction Presents: TINA IN SPACE

One day, Tina suddenly awoke on a spaceship. It was a pretty cool spaceship, but she felt confused because her family was nowhere to be seen, and there wasn't a welcome video or something to explain what was going on. And yet, Tina was sure this wasn't a dream and

oh my God I can't keep writing like nothing is happening, is ANYONE reading this?????


Video

[And Tina decided to flip on the video function, as well, after fiddling around with her communicator a bit. However, as soon as she did, her old stage fright managed to take over, and all that came out of her mouth was a prolonged groaning noise.]

Uuuuuhhhhhhh...


Action

[After her broadcast, the first thing Tina did was tear apart the hospitality deck in search of her family. There weren't many places any of them could hide here, it seemed, but she kept looking, trying not to go into full-blown panic mode.]

Mom? Dad? Gene? Louise?! I'd even take Jimmy Jr. or Zeke or Mr. Fischoeder if you're around... but maybe not Jimmy Pesto... [It was a while before she calmed down, realizing that she was alone... for now. So she did the only other thing she could think of to do- went to the cafeteria to eat, try and decide her next move, and wait and see what sort of answers she'd be getting.]

Comments

[continuousgroaning]

i think the other characters part is where i'm confused. where is everyone else? I've looked around this whole area and haven't found another person yet, but clearly you all are there because you're talking to me.

[stabsbothways]

Oh, that. You're stuck on the 'mother' ship, the one that's "mysterious" and scary.

The rest of us are floating around in smaller ships that are invisibly leashed to the big one. When the enigmatic powers that be that brought you here feel like it, after a sufficient time span of letting you stew in that insufferable room, you'll get assigned to a bunch of colorful weirdos to live for the conceivable future.

Presumably for the entertainment of people you will never see or know of.

...it's not really sexy, I don't know why you started trying to write erotic fiction about it.

[continuousgroaning]

I'm not sure how entertaining I'm actually going to be, but thanks for the info. This sounds like the start of a great adventure, really, especially the colorful weirdos part. My family is a bunch of colorful weirdos, so I think I'll get used to it pretty fast.

That's the kind of fiction I usually write. or i write myself going on adventures with my brother and sister and my schoolmates, no eroticism required. So i added "Presents:" onto it to denote that there may not necessarily be erotic content. my sister tends to read my notebooks and she's only 9 so I don't get too graphic.

[stabsbothways]

Problem solved.

[ +1 Weirdo incoming. She'll be in good company. ]

That's a shame though, graphic is my favorite part. I had a writer friend, he wound up getting quite famous for a few different book series. His most popular was a completely unrealistic buddy guardsman series, but he definitely knew how to bring the Raunchy when it called for it.

[continuousgroaning]

[HOPEFULLY, Tina is worried she won't fit in.]

i mostly write for my own benefit and fun, though i think it might be fun to get published some day. just, again, for something my sister would be able to read.

Buddy guardsmen, eh? did they go on all sorts of fun adventures and maybe meet cute girls along the way?

[stabsbothways]

And cute boys to boot.

Lots of villains put behind bars, dashing rogues contacted, incompetent superiors ignored.

Thunderbolts, dragons, lyrium smuggling, you name it.

[continuousgroaning]

yes. these are all some of my favorite things.

I kind of like knowing that things like cute boys and handsome rogues are the same across worlds.

[stabsbothways]

At least one of those dashing rogues was based on me.

[continuousgroaning]

Really? you must have lead an exciting life, then. mine seems so boring in comparison now