driftfleet | Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

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Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now

(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at

skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]

ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. ~~THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?~~

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

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[She's just doing what feels good in the moment. She can't think too much about it because she's already thought all the thoughts hundreds of times and they don't get her anywhere. The worries and guilt don't make her happier or better. They don't help the people around her and while none of that means she's done with it, it does mean for the moment she's content—more than content—to get lost with him in the kissing and the contact.

Life is both too short and too long to deny what you want.

Her lips skim down from his mouth, over his jaw and down his neck as she feels his hands on her skin.]

[As her kisses trail down his jaw line Vash is surprised to find that there are other spots just as good to be kissed as the mouth. Feeling her soft lips against his rough skin from decades spent out in the sandy desert.

As she moves down his neck he doesn't want to leave her feeling left out. He tries to lean his head to continue to kiss the places on her head that he can reach. His thumbs gently rubbing slow circles on her back as they expore.

It's when she reaches closer to the area near where his neck meets his shoulder that she'll be rewarded with a breathy laugh. His fingers suddenly spraying out on her back as Vash finds he does indeed still have a ticklish spot. The news is almost more a pleasant surprise then it is ticklish which is the cause for his reaction. She hasn't even gotten to the most ticklish spot yet either.]

[She's enjoying the journey downward, not too plagued by thoughts of where this is leading. Maybe somewhere. Maybe not. It's okay either way. Whatever feels right. Yes, his skin is rougher than some she's come across, but that just makes it uniquely him. And while she doesn't think it directly, it's nice that there's less to remind her of anyone else.

The laugh that makes her pause, rubbing her nose against that spot for a moment before lifting up enough to look at him.]

Did I say something funny? [Which is funny since she didn't say anything.]

[He chuckles again as her nose touches his skin. He's a bit disappointed as she pulls up, but at the same time happy to see her beautiful face again. He smiles as he suddenly notices that he was breathing a bit heavily for someone who hasn't been moving all that much.] Sorry. [He grins as he reaches up a hand to rub against the side of her face.] I guess I'm a bit ticklish. [Is this a problem? He's not sure if this is a problem, but he doesn't really care.]

[She smiles fondly.] You're apologizing a lot. [She stretches back up to kiss his lips again. There are no problems here. Except maybe she can't work his neck quite the way she planned. Not that it was a plan exactly. It's not like there was a playbook for it.]

[He chuckles as he gives her another hungry kiss.] Less apologizing. Got it.

Hey, if it's what you're into who am I to stop you? [Said a little breathlessly after that kiss.]

Mm, I don't think so. [Maybe? Hard to tell when everything is so new.] Unless you really like it.

[He liked it when she kissed his neck. Now he wonders what would happen if he returned the favor. Kissing the area of her neck near her jaw like to start.]

[It's her turn to laugh at that being her turn on, but it breaks into a soft gasp when she feels his lips trailing away from hers. It's not so much that her jaw is sensitive as she's guessing his intentions.]

We can probably have less apologizing. Or at least save it for he really big screw ups. [She instinctively adjusts her head to lengthen her neck for him.]

You'll have a lot of those around me. [He intends it as a joke. Spoken between kisses, but there's some truth behind his statement.

Vash is encouraged as she stretches her neck for him. Feeling embolden by this he tries something he's read in some of his novels. He gently brushes his teeth against her neck, not a full bite, but testing the waters a little.]

You should be nicer to you. [She probably should be nicer to him too. She teases him a little roughly sometimes. But it's hard to think about that when he's doing that.] MmmNnnnn... [Everything feels so sensitive right now. Maybe it's because it's been awhile. A long while if you don't count Sam that one time.]

Nah. That guy is an asshole. [He's kidding this time. Although he likes the noise that Kitty made. It was cute and he wonders if he can get her to do it again.

He kisses her neck again and this time tries to see if he gets the same reaction his teeth got if he uses his tongue instead.]

He is noaaaaauuugh. [There was supposed to be a "not" in there somewhere, but the tongue got a different sound out of her. Forming words is hard. She rocks her body against his in appreciation instead.]

[Whoa! He wasn't expecting that strong of a reaction! He will be sure not to forget that any time soon. His mouth moves downwards. Curious if she'll have the same sort of reaction that he had to being kissed down there.]

[She's pretty sensitive all along her neck and always enjoys it. She's not always as vocal. Some of that is just that it's new with him and so it feels more intense right now and also as a way for him to know that. One hand helps support and balance her. The other runs through his hair. She drops kisses wherever she can reach on his face.]

[The benefit of being on the bottom is that he has both hands free. At first they start in her hair and feeling around the back of her head and ears. Eventually his hands move further down to around her back. They wrap around tight and try to pull her into a close hug.]

[The close hug doesn't feel like an escalation of things really, but it's nice. She likes being held tightly. It's comforting and warm.] Not how I saw tonight going.

[He has to try to remind himself not to squeeze too tightly for the hug to become possibly uncomfortable for her. It felt so good to share his bed like this.

She's also right. The hug is his attempt to slow down for a moment.] Me either. [Things were moving so much faster than he had expected. It wasn't bad; it was good! Or at least it felt good.

There was still one more hang up that he needed to be honest about. Something he couldn't stop thinking of no matter how hard he tried.] Kitty, I-- [He swallows to give him a moment to focus his thoughts on what he was trying to say and not on the fact that he could still taste her on his lips.] I've never-- I mean-- I don't know what would happen. [How does one say this? Bluntly? He'll try being blunt.] I'm not human. So I don't know if-- with a-- [Would it be rude to call her a human? Does she prefer mutant? Or is that a slang? He should ask at some point.] I mean, probably nothing.

[Nothing happened on his own at least, but he's pretty sure that's not exactly the same.] I just don't want to hurt you. [God. This would would be so much easier if the other half of his mind wasn't screaming at him to just shut up, turn them over, and find even more new places to kiss.]

[It sounds like slowing down was important as she listens. He's clearly struggling, trying to get something out and she listens patiently. She doesn't try to complete any of his sentences and she does her best not to let her mind run wild with fill in the blanks. She just keeps touching him gently as she stays snuggled close.

Once he finishes she thinks about what it means.]

Do you mean because I'm a mutant? [As soon as the question is out as much as it could be what he's saying she doesn't think he is. He sounds so nervous.] Or...when you said this was all new did you mean completely new, not just with me?

[Still very much holding and touching as she waits to hear what he says.]

[Maybe he wouldn't be struggling so much if she wasn't touching him, but he also didn't want her to stop. It's just really distracting!

Vash grins as she starts to catch on to just what he meant. He wasn't exactly embarrassed, but it was still a little awkward.] Yeah, I meant completely new. [He takes one of her hands in his own. How different, yet the same, it looked to his own.] I'm one of the first of my kind. There's a lot I don't actually know about myself.

[Knives certainly wouldn't have explored this avenue and for a very long time he didn't expect to live long enough to find out himself. Sooner or later a bounty hunter would just get lucky.]

[She'd never considered this. He's over a century old! And he said there was someone waiting back home. And A CENTURY! She was married and widowed (kind of) when she was still a teen! And this is his first time. Wow. But he's also unique, so maybe he wasn't interested? Maybe he doesn't even want this? Maybe it really is different? Okay, no spiraling.]

Right. [Don't say...] Wow. [Sorry.]

I mean... Is this okay so far? For you?

[Vash laughs. He doesn't mean it to be rude, but he can't help himself. It's all in good nature and he clearly hasn't been insulted by the way she's responded. He laughs because it was exactly what he had pictured.

He doesn't answer past the chuckle. Instead he leans in to passionately kiss her lips. How is that for an answer?]

[It may not answer all the questions, but it does get her to stop thinking of new ones as she catches up to him in the kiss. She's going to take that as a "it's good for me." It's pretty good for her too. Though now she feels like he should be leading. Just to make sure it's not too much, too fast. Not that she'll be a passive partner.]

[The last of his hang ups set aside Vash was only happy to take the lead now. He was inexperienced, but he was still a confident man. He starts off a little slow, gently kissing around her face while running his hands through her hair. Letting the pace grow faster naturally without rushing things too much.

That's one thing you learn living for so very long on a heartless world. There's no reason to rush through the good parts.

Then again... sometimes it's hard to go slow when you finally have something you've been wanting for so long. It doesn't take too long before Vash is trying to smoothly re-position them so he's now on top.]

[She feeds off of how into it he is and soon her concerns for his "newness" wash away. It's just them again. Just feeling through the situation and what feels good until he angles to be on top. Then she can feel some butterflies inside. Are they doing this? Did he just want to kiss from up there? She feels ready and eager and nervous too because it's been so long and...]

Wait.

I mean, don't stop. Just...brief time out.

[That's when she slides the ring she found in Winn's things off. Kara had confirmed it was an engagement ring. He was waiting for the perfect moment. They never got that moment. She'd been wearing it since she found it. Once off she's not sure what to do with it. Just putting it on Vash's nightstand feels kind of wrong the way having it on her finger felt wrong for this. But it's still important to her. She's not giving it up exactly.]

Mmm...oh. [She reaches back and unlatches her necklace caring the locket with pictures of Winn and Kurt and slips the ring on the chain before relatching it. She looks back to Vash with apologetic eyes.] Sorry. Time in?

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Warning: There's been kissing and touching and such. There may be more. Just quality zombie content!