Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

[postocular]

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. ]

Comments

[passingthrough]

Fishing for compliments? [She's pretty open to him exploring and trying things especially since this is his first time but also just because it's their first time and they both need room to do that. To learn each other. And also baby's first hickey?]

[goldenglasses]

I think if I was trying to suck wouldn't I be fishing for insults? [He has no idea what he's saying or talking about.]

[passingthrough]

[That gets a laugh.] Oh, is that why you're doing that? [She seeks out his lips to kiss him, still amused.]

[goldenglasses]

That or make you laugh. [He kisses back. It wouldn't even be a very good hickey, but who is really perfect at everything on their first try?

When she seeks out his lips to kiss him again he's happy to help her find them. Slipping his tongue in again when they find each other.]

[passingthrough]

So few guys want to be laughed at during the sexy times. [But can't talk anymore. Tongue in her mouth. She's going to have to give it a good welcome.]

[goldenglasses]

[There is a muffled chuckle as they kiss. When they break apart he's nothing but smiles.] I would have thought I made it clear by now that I'm not exactly a normal type of guy.

[passingthrough]

You're a good guy. [Touching his cheek fondly before kissing him again. Okay, maybe she won't let him lead every single thing.]

[goldenglasses]

Only because you're a good woman. [He leans into the kiss. Still just as excited. As they continue his hands start in her hair. Tangling and un-tangling the strands around his fingers, but always careful to not to pull or hurt. Perhaps it's revenge for how messy his own hair has become. More down then up at this point, but he doesn't really care right now.

At least, that's where his hands start. Soon enough they start drifting down. Feeling their way down her neck and along her shoulders. They stop there, perhaps he's a bit nervous about going down any further.]

[passingthrough]

I, in no way, believe your goodness depends on mine. [She gets it out between a few kisses. She's less timid when it comes to heading downward. In fact she starts there, sneaking a hand in under his shirt.]

[goldenglasses]

Still, better. For, it. [He's getting better at this talk between kissing thing.

The thing he's not exactly gotten use to yet is his skin "issues". As her hand slips under his shirt there a slight hitch to his kiss. She hasn't hurt him so he continues on after a moment and doesn't stop her from exploring his body and scars.

Yet, there's still a bit of nervousness he's trying not to show. Even if she says that his scars don't bother her there is that thought in the back of his mind that she could changer her mind as she touches them.]

[passingthrough]

I'm gonna need proof, mister. [But don't get out of bed to get her any please.

Maybe it's that Reid had some issues with her seeing under his shirt too (there were no scars. It was more the lack of abs that concerned him). Maybe it's just that their first foray into it was a big deal and that was like 20 minutes ago. Her hand stays under his shirt but she does look at him curiously.] Is this okay?

[goldenglasses]

[His proof will be in his kiss so he doesn't even need to think about getting out of bed!

He stops kissing only to look her in the eye and smile.] Yeah, it's okay. [He means it. It was okay, but it was still something he would need to get use to.] As long as you don't purposely yank hard on anything you won't hurt me. [He doesn't think to specify that he means bits of metal.]

[passingthrough]

[She raises and eyebrow up to the sky.] Are you sure there aren't any parts of yours that might enjoy some yanking? [Looking so amused with herself.]

[goldenglasses]

[For the briefest moment he looks confused. His mouth starts to open to say something, but she should be able to pick the exact moment that he realizes what he's said. His ears, cheeks, nose, and generally his whole face turns nearly instantly red.]

Well--ahh! Um, [He coughs as he tries to recover himself a bit. Stuck between laughing loudly at his own poor choice of words and the other half wanting to tell her that she should see for herself.] Maybe not all? [Smooth, idiot. Super smooth.]

[passingthrough]

[She laughs and leans in to kiss the extra red man.] Also, there is even more of me below my shoulders. You should check it out. [Another kiss. Definitely loosening up and enjoying herself more.]

[goldenglasses]

[It's taking nearly all his willpower to keep 'the giggles' from over coming him.] I'm pretty bad at this, aren't I? [Not that he let's that stop him. His scarred hand slipping under her shirt even as he laughs at himself. He wants to get the full feel of her skin against his own. He can't get that sensation from his left, metal arm anymore. So that arm gets delegated to lift up duty as it's needed.

His hand starts off flat against her stomach. Fingers spread wide as he gently brushes it up her body until his fingers hit the curve of her breast. He would never admit it, but his heart starts beating even faster as a boyhood joy takes over slightly at the touch.]

[passingthrough]

Not at all.

[She likes that he's enjoying himself and she hopes he isn't really all that embarrassed. Her own first time feels like it was so long ago now and she was so young. It must be a very different experience for him. She kisses him again when his hand starts to explore her body more fully, deepening it almost immediately.]

One more warning for NSFW content in this thread!

[goldenglasses]

[He was a little embarrassed, but not too badly. He's done a lot worse for no reward so it wouldn't even classify as an honorable mention on a worst list.

There's a slight tremor in his hand that he's never felt before. He's felt the way his body could shake with fear and that was awful. This was barely contained excitement and in a way it was invigorating.

He cups her breast in his hand before gently brushing his thumb along the top, circling her nipple once he finds it in a slow, but gentle motion. Continuing to kiss her back just as deeply as he explores although they're becoming slightly hungrier with each passing moment.]

[passingthrough]

[She makes a little sound and then another as they kiss. It comes from how good it feels to be kissed and kissing like this and to be touched and wanted and the eagerness of wanting more. Her hand beneath his shirt hasn't explored too much because she doesn't want to take him out of the moment and make him feel awkward. She's been content to just touch his warm skin, but her hand slides down to touch the waistband of his pajama pants a couple of times. She doesn't want to rush him though, so it always moves back up until finally she finds herself lifting his shirt up, wanting to remove it again.]

[goldenglasses]

[He doesn't even notices when she touches the rim of his pants. Too distracted by her kisses and the way his hands feel against her skin.

The moment she takes off his shirt he mirrors the move. He wouldn't be able to say exactly why he wasn't taking the full lead still. Perhaps he was nervous, or that he wasn't exactly sure of the right rhythm, but perhaps it was still that worry in the back of his mind that this was wrong. They both had people they loved that weren't here, but the bolder she is the more confident he felt. The more he could push that thought away.

The moment her shirt is off he wastes absolutely no time at all moving back into the kisses. Very briefly he takes in her beautiful body before he leans in to kiss around her chest. Moving towards her nipple until he can take in his mouth. Running the tip of his tongue up and down in a bit of experimentation.]

[passingthrough]

[It would probably be great for ratings if the Atroma brought in Winn or Meryl tomorrow. She used to hope they timed things like that. Maybe she'd spend a miserable anniversary without him and then she'd get him back. Or maybe she'd break down drunk and he'd be returned. She doesn't think that anymore. She doesn't believe she's going to see Winn tomorrow or soon or really ever. She hasn't lost all hope, but the thread of hope is so thin and sharp it cuts her more than it reassures her.

Right now she isn't thinking about that. She's losing herself in the moment and all that tension that's been coiling up in her for more than a year is starting to relax as she pours herself into being here with Vash. Making this a good moment for him too even as she moans out at his attentions.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash gets more and more lost in exploring her body. Kissing her all over, brushing his fingers around her chest, fingers dancing their way down her ribs, and then across her hips before making their way back up again.

Is it getting hot in here? It may be getting hot in here. Not that he notices or even cares.]

[passingthrough]

[The way his hands move downward for a moment make her want so badly that he'll just slide her pajama shorts off, but this is already a big deal for him, isn't it? Maybe that's too fast. As much as she doesn't want to deescalate at all she feels like she needs to check in. Use her words. Of course, before she does that she catches his lips again for more kissing which makes it hard.]

Do you... How far are you okay with? We don't have to... [Breathless phrases come out. She hopes he can understand them.]

[goldenglasses]

[Hungrily he kisses back as she tries to speak. He's nearly fully lost himself to emotions and actions he never thought he's allow himself the luxury of. He always thought it would feel good, but never this good. How was he suppose to stop?!]

I'm okay. [He was more than okay. What he needed to know was she okay with this? With someone like him? Even though they had talked about the other people they loved this was something else. He didn't want to stop, but he would stop if that is what she wanted. Yes, he will tell her just that.] But... you? [Words are hard.]

[passingthrough]

Fully on board. [She kisses him again because it feels as important as breathing right now. Maybe more so. But then tilts her head looking at him.] Just okay?