“you are already turned on?” for ten please? <33
"Big whopping alien sex club right here in front of your eyes- and you're trying to tell me you're not? Blimey, you've got a stronger will than I have, clearly," the Doctor responded, eyes trained on what appeared to be a tentacled alien using their appendages to jerk a man off in a glass case.
To the aliens' right, in another glass case was a set of humans going at it for the whole club to see. In the middle of the room- various aliens and humans of all shapes and colours and appendages danced on poles. You found it amusing, actually, how much like an Earth strip club this was.
The Doctor looked like he was in a candy store, greedily eyeing in all the things he wanted to sample. And then, he pointed towards the back of the club where a glass case stood empty.
"Oh, look, love," he said with a grin, taking your hand and whisking you towards the structure. "This one's ours. Nice and private. Well- sort of."
You stepped up into the glass case, the Doctor following and closing the door behind you both. Onlookers started to take an interest- able to tell that a new show was about to start.
"Alright, Doctor," you said, running your fingers down his front appreciatively. "Let's get this show on the road."
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You Can’t Take these Words From Me
(Or you couldn’t if I had them in the first place…)
@mrsmungus - terribly sorry for the delay yet again. I fear I am getting bad at this. (I need to make better habits.) I was hoping to refresh my memory, since it has been a long time since I watched Firefly/Serenity, and goldfish brain is a killer. But alas, no go on anything streaming here. I just have a fuzzy memory of my love for Kaylee and the fabulous banter. And River’s fight… god that final fight in the movie lives rent free in my brain. Just… just…
It's beautiful... (Did I mention I love fight choreography?)
My Words: Floral, Fuzzy, Food, Far, Firefly
Your Words: Fantastic, Bad, Wolf, Spoilers, Run
Off on the next journey?
Floral
Ten percent of nothing is…. I got nothing sorry.
Fuzzy
The divide between them highlighted further as the group turned to look at him. Unsure where the urge came from, but recognizing its presence, Lloyd raised his arm, vape extended in a silent offer for the kid to join the group. Since Dinny discovered the floor provided effortless access to cuddling with the fuzzy pup, and Tom proved to be infinitely more pleasant company than he offered currently, the seat next to him sat vacant and Lloyd did a small nod towards it.
With quick observation, Harold sized up the object, shrugging.
“...why not?”
Slinking over to the open chair, he flopped down, taking possession of the pen with a forced half smile and a mirrored nod. One puff. Too long. Took way more than what he was prepared for. In the next moment, Harold began hacking up smoke.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, Bateman? You smoke this shit all the time?!"
"Hey, you picked it out."
“Yes, I’m sure the exact type is really making the difference.”
“Well, now that you mention it…”
Despite the somber surroundings, Lloyd had to hold back a chuckle as the two of them started squabbling back and forth. Maybe he wouldn't be the black sheep of the group. As much as he liked the attention at first, the role had gotten old, and the outcome was always the same. More pain, more isolation. Chasing the next high.
Food
Glen had thought everything out, but she couldn't say she was overly surprised. He wasn't the type to halfheartedly jump into things without due diligence. Cooking was a fine example of that as well, and he had out done himself today. She listened intently as she ate, taking in all the different meditation techniques he had looked into.
It wasn't long after the food was gone, and the table cleared, that they both found themselves sitting down by the fire, ready to start practicing.
She closed her eyes, and listened to Glen as he guided her through some posture changes and breathing adjustments. Shoulders up, back, down. Long exhale. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Soft knock at the door.
Her concentration broke completely at the second repetition of the noise, which was a bit louder this time, more insistent. She groaned as she stood up, while Glen set the book he was referencing to the side. She gave him an apologetic smile as he jokingly grumbled about 'best laid plans'.
Far
(Three in one section. Kind of made it hard not to pick just for the sheer proximity..)
The front door closed softly, and she felt Glen sit down next to her before he placed a hand on her back. “I’m sorry…”
A haze had already washed over her, and while his close proximity gave an added comfort, she couldn’t shake it away. “What happened?”
“I pushed it too far. Pushed you too far.” His hand dropped as he leaned back into the couch. Sadness did not suit him, and she felt it pulling at her chest. The feeling affected her worse than the haze.
Mood diversion attempt initiated.
“You, push something too far? Nah, can’t be.”
She gave him a cheeky smile that he somewhat returned, but it never met his eyes. Well, she tried.
Firefly
Another fail at finding this. Ooph. Bad browncoat.
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