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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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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?

[There's a slight chuckle mixed in with his reply.] Much more. [But how could anyone possibly put into words how good he was feeling right now?] So much more.

[The words he uses are are enough. They get a smile out of her as she kisses him again.] More skin?

Mmhm. [She gets an affirmative mumble. As he can't answer due to the fact that he's too busy kissing. His hand searches for her own and he gently takes hold to guide her hand to the rim of his sweat pants. He allows her to take control. To see as much as she wants to see at a pace she's happy with. To go slow or fast it can be her choice now.

Of course, she may not understand his intention. He would probably explain himself a bit better, but his mind is too focused on kissing her neck right now.]

[Well, she did request more skin, so she's taking that as permission to take them off and so she will. She could just pull them up and through him with her power. It's a very quick, smooth move and works great in a lot of situations, but it being his first time and all she wants him to feel the fabric working it's way down his legs and her fingers grazing along with it.]

[He enjoys the way her fingers feel against his skin, but he would be lying if he said all his fears about his body where gone. There's a bit of a jump in his heart at each patch of rough skin, each time her finger drops down into a section where the skin is just missing, and especially when he can't feel anything at all. Either because she reached a part where he's lost feeling or it's a hunk of metal.

Even with his heart skipping there is an excitement that he's not sure he can keep contained. The way everything was so new! After over a hundred years of life it was great to find things that were still new to him. So despite the nervousness of his skin as long as she is happy to keep going he doesn't want any of this to stop.

He takes his hands and slips his fingers into the waist of her own pants. Feeling around the helm for a moment or two before slowly running the palms of his hands down the sides of her hips. Taking the pants down with him as he goes.]

[Once all the clothing is gone she smiles at him feeling excited nerves of her own. Of course hers have nothing to do with the state of his body or her own. It's just new with him and different and she hasn't done this in awhile and it feels silly to even be nervous about that when he hasn't done it in...ever, but she is.] This is definitely more skin. [She's pressed up against him with nothing separating the two of them now.] Hi.

[Vash opens his mouth to speak, but finds it very suddenly too dry. He swallows with a smile to wet it.] Hi. [He reaches up and brushes his fingers through her hair. Tucking some of the strands behind her ear.

At one point he found himself wishing he had a bigger bed, but now he was relishing how close his bed forced them to be. She may also be happy to see that the bits of metal have not been attached to any area of his privates. A few scars like the rest, but no random bolts.] I hope it's enough skin. [He intends it as a joke, but as Kitty probably knows too well there is always some truth behind those types of jokes.]

Hey... [She says it softly, still smiling warmly at him.] It's the perfect amount. [She presses closer to him, all the way down his body to kiss him again. But yes, as much as she thinks metal was a terrible medical choice if it isn't going to actually be cybernetics it is nice that it will not be a full part of the experience.]

(OOC: Continued here.)

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