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Shipping Meme

Welcome to the ToS Shipping Meme! The rules are simple.
1. Post your character/preferences.
2. Reply to other characters with one of the following scenarios
3. Ship it!
Remember, this is just a fun meme so you can ship things that would NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY in game. Yay for no in-character consequences to bad decisions.

SCENARIOS

1. Stupid Cupid Your characters stumble upon a room in the lab in the The Administrative Tower. A mist is in the air, something to help releive stress and make work production much better. Your characters may be close friends, strangers, or sworn enemies. Whatever the case is, they are now suddenly and inexplicably in complete and total love. They may or may not be aware that this makes no sense, but they can't help themselves.

2. Some Like It Hot Forget love and new beginnings. Something strange must be in the drink supply. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Whoever you find first is the lucky person. Will you make it to a bed or not is anyone's guess.

3. I Can Hear The Bells Your characters are getting married. Maybe it's true love, maybe it's to get out of marrying Tristan, maybe you're being forced into it and this ship is a little dub-con, or maybe it's because you accidentally participated in some Nysgod ritual and weren't aware of its implications. Either way, the wedding is about to happen or just has. How do you feel about that?

4. I Don't Want To Go Your character has been determined to NOT be the one for Tristan. Whether or not they like it, they're being sent home. Do they choose to spend it with a close friend, with the one they love? Or maybe, do they decide to finally tell that person they've always had a crush on just how they feel? You only have one night left, what you do with it is up to you.

5. The First Time Your characters are interested in each other and it's time to do something about it. Either the first date, the first kiss, the first I love you....or some other significant first. Whatever it is, it's definitely time to take that step. So who's going to take the initiative?

6. The Morning After Your characters definitely went at it. Maybe it's the first time, maybe they're cheating on someone, maybe it was out of anger. Whatever the case, for some reason, it was significant and you're going to have to talk about it. Good morning, Starshine! The earth says it's time for some cuddling and/or awkward conversation.

7.Fuck The Man Tired of the rules, tired of the work hours? Why do it? Why not grab someone you like or dislike and slam them down in the staff room of the work space. Or against a tree in the park. Or even the landlady's office. They may not like it but who cares. It's time to work out some stress.

8. Potpourri Have another idea? Pregnancy, proposal, accidental body contact, trapped together, caught in the rain, hurt/comfort, etc? Go for it! Make your own scenarios up and run with them.

[ I totally stole the source code off the old one and altered it for the new setting, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]

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Carefully, Some tries to work his one free hand out from under his body. When Xeno's grip tightens, he stops with a brief grunt, two wrists grinding together. He's far from sturdy, here.

"Ease up," he says, voice carefully soft. "I'm not fighting you."

It was far different than from her previous wedding. A breakfast after the ceremony, a great deal of toasts and a long reception. The whole process was rather tiresome, added with her indifference towards her husband. Neither had been inclined for the marriage initially. However, her husband had quickly changed his mind, enchanted by her appearance. Granting her the great honor of overlooking her bourgeois pedigree.

Now, there was nothing but excitement, giddiness. He scooped her up into his arms, leaving her breathless and gasping. Her arms wrapped around his neck. "Oh yes, after all, we are but strangers to each other." She grinned at him. "Perhaps we should simply read and retire to our separate bedchambers. A dull evening seems right."

The half-moment before he got to properly kiss her was filled up with a wide smirk, pleased that she wouldn't just give in so easily. She was a challenge, to say the least, and no one could ever deny that; he liked challenges, though. He liked being able to see if he could step up and rise to it.

So far, so good.

His free hand moved from where it had innocently rested in one of his pockets, now brushing against her waist, hesitating just a moment before pulling her a bit closer. The kiss was still innocent enough for now, but apparently not for long, given the way he tipped his head just so, parting his lips against hers.

Admittedly, she was taking his lead for now, two fingers slipping into his recent voided pocket as he draws them together, lips parting easily under him. Maybe it was because she'd grown used to feeling Dorian's cold or the lack of body heat at all, or maybe it had the same excuse as Draco's reddened knuckles, but he was warm through his t-shirt.

Her left hand braved the distance up to rest on the back of his hip, tongue flicking out long enough to run a small soft section of his inner lip. It was innocent with the natural hesitance of the first time but she didn't aim to let that settle for long. The start of anything was mildly difficult for her; she just had to let him move her over that first ridge.

"I do," he answered, breath trembling slightly. It was hard not to, given how close Dorian was. As much as it would be disconcerting to some, the sensation was almost.. enticing.

Bait.

One hand dared to reach back, pressing it flat against the vampire's thigh before fingers curled along the outside and tensed, bringing him closer. "I know what you want."

"Hm? Oh the posters! I like them. My tastes in art and pop culture goes in and out. But my love for the medical field is constant."

She looked around at the various posters. "They're comforting."

And then she wrinkles her nose.

"In a thoroughly non-creepy way of course."

Martha grins again. "I've also never been that good at interior decorating. Never had the time."

"I had a couple Warhol paintings and some black light posters from the 70's... I am really bad at updating with the times. You should never see my home in LA. Its perpetually stuck between the 50's when I acquired it to the 80's when I ceased to try to keep up with the times." Which was when Alexis died and he just gave up on life but his home did have an interesting feel too it. He never lets anyone anywhere but the basement where he lived. The upstairs is caked in dust where he tried to preserve the lose of his friends by never going to their space unless he needed too.

"Who am I to judge creepy?" He teased a little with a light smile. "Besides I like them. I feel this place feels very lived in. It is nice. I would have been shocked it if it was shockingly pink and full of flowers. This feels very you which, I like very much." Yes, he was trying to flirt. He was quite out of practice.

In his normal state of mind he would think something silly like 'I want a pony' or 'I want Jello' or 'A MASH reunion' but he was in a state of lust, and what he wanted was to hear the other panting. To see something living flushed with desire and crying out for more.

When Charles hand touched his thigh the vampire low a low hiss of approval slip free.

"Do you give your concent?" With Dorian's terrible luck he always would rather hear the words then assume. Last thing he needed was to misread someone's body language.

He was adorable when he was freshly awoken and reset. Sulu did grin a bit then.

"Yeah, probably, I don't think there was much discussion of details though."

Talking of any kind would have meant that one or the other of them would have talked out of the situation. As far as Sulu could recall, there hadn't been any strange happenings that lead to this. It just was.

She propped her head up on one hand, elbow against the bed. "Are you okay?"

"I should have realized, my apologies." He muttered as he pushed himself to sit up. A yawn escaped him before he could push himself fully up and that caused him to pause his forward motion. He could not exactly sneak out the window like he could have in the temple had they still been there. He didn't want to bring attention to their strange arrangement if she did not want too. Still part of him figured that he could sneak put of the women's barraks without getting a raised eyebrow. As many female friends as he had who would question him besides his paranoid mind.

When she asked her question he looked back and nodded. "I am quite alright, simply waking. And you, Hikaru? Did you sleep well?" Even if he shouldn't have stayed he would be happy with knowing he got to sleep beside her.

Draco wouldn't have minded at all to hear that he looked perfect; that was always the goal. There was a certain sort of refined elegance that he always liked to present himself with. Mind, that just meant that it was even better a sight when people made him come undone, or so he'd been told.

Even now, there was a faint flush on his cheeks from proximity alone, from everything Dorian was suggesting; it caught him off-guard, and before he realised it, he was slowly nodding his head. "I'd say it was...definitely an interesting proposal," he exhaled quietly.

He was happy to lead, even if he had no idea where it was going. That was the fun of the thing, really. Both of them going into the training room for innocent purposes, for the simple reason that they wanted to keep on their toes; somewhere down the line, the meaning got skewed, and here they were. Her response to the first kiss was just right, and the way she moved to pull him against her didn't go unnoticed. Draco bit back the urge to smile a little, knowing full well it would throw off the rhythm of it all, and just kissed her a bit deeper, parting his lips to her at the touch of her tongue. At this rate, they were like a snowball down a hill, gathering more and more momentum; that first ridge was sure to be cleared within a matter of moments.

Attention would be a bad thing. Though, that was a concern already long gone and out the more proverbial window as well. Who could have guessed that Hikaru Sulu would be the bad roommate? She sighed and shifted a little closer to Dorian. Now that he was here, she wasn't really letting him go that easily. Agreement or not.

"Mostly well, you know you snore." That was a blatant lie. If there was one thing a corpse was good for, it was not snoring in their sleep. "Turn over." She wanted to curl up against his back.

Sulu had a thing for being the big spoon.

He blinked a little when she shifted close, blinking down at her confused at her words. "I have never been told that before... Alright, not in a long time anyway." Oh yes, Katherine had kicked him out of his own bed a few times due to snoring when he was alive. But his chest had also had a constant rattle when he was alive So the congestion he always had left him with a terrible snore. So he totally believed her, he was just shocked to have never heard it since he died.

He did however obey laying back on his side so she could do as she pleased. Which left his normally hidden scar exposed for her. "This seems a bit backwards." Every tall person is used to being the bigger spoon but she was warm so he wasn't about to fight it.

Believing Sulu was probably his first mistake. Though to give him a little leeway, it was early.

Sulu snuggled right up, her head against the back of his neck and her arms wrapped around Dorian's middle. He was tall, but thankfully, she wasn't all that short either and the bed was a great equalizer.

"This is wonderful, admit it." Sulu nuzzled her nose against his neck and then kissed his shoulder.

It was very early to the vampire and her warmth was a nice thing that had him relaxed and kept his brain a bit mushy.

Her warm body against his made him smile a bit as he moved a hand down to lace his fingers with one of her hands. "I would never deny it." He spoke closing his eyes. She was wonderful.

"I can see how that would be difficult. Though some stuff is forever. Like the skeletal system,"

She grins as she says it. "Or Monet if you'd rather be traditional."

And then the kettle whistled. "Ah yes, the tea. I'll be right back."

Martha made her way into the kitchen and poured the water into a teapot with the leaves already in it. Placing the now full teapot onto a tray along with the the rest of her painfully British tea set, she carried it all in and set it down, waiting for the tea to steep just a bit longer.

She looked back up at the posters then. "It's too bad they're not the ones from home. I had written notes on them when I was in school. And one of them was signed by a guest lecturer."

His hands quietly slipped around Draco to rest on the younger's hips ghosting his cool lips over Draco's neck. At least with the short hair he did not have to sweep it away. Being from the ages he lived through he knew how beautiful it was to make someone refined come undone. Even if he was never the most active of men after his wife and himself died. It didn't mean he never indulged in a bit of debauchery.

"Then simply say yes, and I will make these things come undone. I must hear it."

"That is very true. Even people from ages long lost knew of it. Like Di Vinci's sketches of the skeleton." He spoke with a nod of enthusiasm. "I rather like Monet, but as artists go I would be more for Picasso and Warhol as aforementioned, do not tell Devi however. She hates Warhol." A few arguments had been had there.

He sat up more when she returned with the tea. his hat placed on the arm of the chair so he could lean forward on his knees as she brought the tea in.

"That sounds much more fascinating. You are the first person I know who has finished College at least that I speak too often so I admit to being horribly curious of these things. Mayhaps I just enjoy hearing you speak."

Devi didn't have any idea where it was going either, but to be fair, she never does. The surprise of life was the best part about hanging around, even if she'd come in here expecting something vastly different. As he deepened the kiss, she melded her body against his. Her other hand leaves his pocket and joins its mate to slip over his back, fingers marking the dip of his spine.

"I suppose it depends though. Who knows what the skeletal system will be like millions of years in our future? Or any of our other systems.

"She hates Warhol?" Martha doesn't have an opinion on him either way. "What makes her hate him?"

It's going to take a few more minutes for the tea to be ready. She opens the lid and inhales slightly. The mint is always so calming, and she can feel herself getting more and more nervous.

"No one else you've met has finished?" To her that's more shocking that it is that she finished.

"Well, there's not much to tell really. I spent a lot of time studying..."

"If the Nosferatu are a sign of evolution. I do not wish to see the world change." He made a bit of a put off face, He didn't care for the misshapen clan of kindred. Granted they had little love for Malkavians either. The children of the Moon tended to be treated differently between all.

"She is an artist, she does not find some of his works truly art." It was easy for him to talk about his female bff. She and he were pretty much Jake and Elwood Blues in his mind, they forever fight on whose Elwood. Dorian feels he has rights to it being taller and having side burns.

He offered her a soft smile when she inhaled the tea. She was adorable. "Oh my dear Martha, I am American, I lived in America, at worst in LA. The drop out rate is quite high." He explained before nodding. "It still says a lot about your drive at least to me."

"The Nosferatu?" she asks curiously, though as she sees his face, Martha closes her mouth. She doesn't actually have to know the answer.

"I don't know much about Warhol other than the pictures of soup cans we learned about in art history. Gosh, I don't even remember what year in school that was." She smiles gamely. "Perhaps you can teach me more about him sometime."

Martha's expression turns from flirtatious to somewhat confused when he mentions America schools. "Is it really so high? I mean, I know it's America, but I also know they have plenty of Universities. Harvard's not so bad. And our in California... isn't there Stanford?"

"One of the breeds of Kindred. A nasty sort of creature." Was all he offered, because he didn't mind sharing knowledge.

"I happen to have a lot of love for his art, my favorite is his paintings of Monroe, but considering I met her once that could really be what that is. She was a very sweet being." He spoke with a slight smile, though he smiled more watching Martha.

"It is likely not as bad as it seemed to me, but you should know I lived in what was considered the ghetto as it had gone considerably down hill over the last sixty years, so most of those in the area I lived either became drug dealers or low income types. I am not saying its not possible. It is. I may have met a few graduates and never knew it. I simply off the top of my head cant recall one. And I think Stanford is, I honestly can not recall."

"I think the Doctor did make sure I saw one or two of those at one point," Martha nods as he mentions Marilyn Monroe.

She shakes her head at his mention of college and where he lived. "I'm sorry. It's a very different world than the one I come from. There are similar areas of London. Granted, my parents are still pretty impressed I made it through med school."

Martha leaned forward to finally pour the tea. She used a strainer, but even so, he'd get a few tealeaves in his cup. She was British, she didn't care about them that much. She indicated the sugar and milk as she poured her own. This time when she brought the cup to her face, her eyes closed as she took a sniff and her whole face relaxed. Tea made everything better.

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