Scion: Seeds of Glory IC

[cats]

Crystal

IC: Evan and I made our way down the docks. "I am really going to miss that dwarven bow Evan. It was such a finely crafted piece of oak. Do you have any idea how hard it is to make oak into a bow? It is such a hard wood, very inflexible, but only makes the release power that much more impressive." I had been chating on this subject for quite some time when the Poseidon's Fury came into view, but polite Evan didn't complain.

'Hoy there! Are you the two I'm waitin' for?' I guess that must be the captain.

"I do hope so captain, because I am eager to be at my next destination. I trust we didn't miss the tide."

Formalities were quickly observed and we began to board with our luggage. "You know what Evan? That was a dwarven bow but dwarves aren't known for archery. What do you think an Elven bow would be like?"

 

[Armphid]

Evan smiled as Crystal went on about the bow and it's construction, as well as her regret at having to leave it behind. The dwarves probably would have let her take it but she seemed too polite to insist. It was actually very interesting from his point of view; what he knew about marksmanship all came from guns. He was getting an excellent crash course in the nature of bows and archery.

He spoke little in the conversation, other than asking a few questions. Other than not knowing much about it...Crystal was just too adorable talking so animatedly and quickly like this. He'd been a bit worried she might not be comfortable with only him as a companion, but either she was all right with it, or this was a method of trying to cope and establish a rapport.

It was still too adorable to interrupt, either way.

They answered the captain and asked his permission to board, which was granted, and walked up the gangplank with their luggage. Not that he had much; just the over the shoulder duffel he'd brought to Iceland in the first place. As Crystal again piped up about the bow, he broke out into a grin. He couldn't help it; this was...this was just fun.

"Dwarves aren't renowned archers, but they do shoot. When you're smaller than everyone, shooting them before they get to you is a good idea." He shrugged, "Besides, archers or not, no one is better craftsmen than the dwarves. Except the Gods themselves, I guess."

They reached the deck and he smiled at her as the sea wind caught their hair and sent it flying wildly, the smell of the sea and salt coming to their noses. "But elf bows would be solid; pretty too, I bet. Depends on which elves too. If it's alfar made, they may be enchanted, if svartalfar made them, I'd bet the arrows would be poisoned."

 

[cats]

Crystal

IC: The wind picked up and messed up my hair. It is what I get for not tieing it back. Hair in my face.

'But elf bows would be solid; pretty too, I bet. Depends on which elves too. If it's alfar made, they may be enchanted, if svartalfar made them, I'd bet the arrows would be poisoned.'

"I don't think I knew that. So there are more then just elves, there are different kinds. I suppose I know very little about this place even after these last few weeks."

I paused and smiled. I knew next to nothing about Norse myth. I knew Evan's mother.... Actually I know her personally now, perhaps I shouldn't call it myth either. Still I knew Evan's mother was the Norse counter to my own.

"Well in any case their is more then just craftsman ship to consider. A dwarf is much shorter then I am, as a result the bow must be smaller limiting its power and range. Of coarse that bow was still better then any I had ever seen."

I let out a sigh. "Come on I wish to drop my backpack."

 

[HookerBoots]

The sailor assigned to show you to your cabin is a young man, whip-thin with long black hair pulled into a tail. He tries to make conversation, but can't quite bring himself to interrupt both of you - maybe he finds the conversation you're having interesting, maybe he's shy, but he just keeps throwing glances at you on the way below decks. He finally manages to say, "Here y'are, miss, sir," as he opens a small door. He nods his head awkwardly, and ducks past you both quickly.

Inside is a room that was probably once part of the cargo hold, just based on its position in the ship. It is big enough for both of you to share without being too much in each other's way, but only barely. Two bunks are attached to the walls, with a relatively narrow path between them. There is a desk bolted to the floor directly across from the door, and small air conditioner/heater, the kind you find in many hotel rooms, is tucked in next to it. The floor is industrial carpet over steel sheeting, but it feels like they have decent padding underneath. A lamp is bolted to the desk, and two lights, one over each bed, protrude from the walls.

On the beds are the promised survival kits, sturdy, bright orange ponchos wrapped around first aid kits, pocket knives, a canteen, and two tactical sandwiches each - not pretty food, but it is food. There are maps of the island, as well as a compass. One bed also has a golden cuff bracelet, with a hexagonal pattern, like a honeycomb, and in the same, rich color; there is also a sheathed dagger, detailed with runes over the hilt and sheath. The other has a carved bow on it, seemingly made of golden oak inlaid with horn, the ends capped with silver; there is also a leather quiver full of long, steel-bladed arrows fletched in white and blue.

 

[cats]

Crystal

OOC: The serving on a bow string to the string that wraps around the individual strands at points the string must be together or needed to prevent wear. Namely the loops attached to the bow and where the arrow is placed.

IC: I looked at the two bunks and then the desk. I was reasonably sure my mother left me a new bow, so I sat my belongings there.

I then picked up the bow and examined it closely. The wood smelled like oak, and though it was a hard wood it had flex as if it were yew. It was sized perfectly for me and seemed easy to pull with my great strength but still resisted so that I doubt a person of lesser heritage could manage the draw.

"Suddenly I am fine with leaving the dwarf bow behind." I studied the bow string next, it was sinew from an animal clearly but had no scent. Still no plant grew fibers such as these. I looked between the servings and counted the strands of the string. 17, an impossibly small number given the draw strength of the bow. This bow was definitely made for legends.

I next drew an arrow and examined it. "My mother even put my marking on it." I held out the arrow to Evan, pointing to the rings drawn on the arrow shaft just before the fletchings. "Markings are how hunters tell who's arrow is who's. Mine is two lines closer to the arrow head and then one line," I placed my thumb against the first two lines, "my thumbs width behind them."

OOC: I'll post again on Saturday night.

 

[Armphid]

The bow was surely meant for Crystal. A hunting weapon that was white? That had to be a Greek idea for sure. It was gorgeous though, no doubt about that. He didn't examine his own items yet; just watched her pick up and handle the beautiful implement of destruction. She tested it and he could feel the immense tension in the staves.

Then she commented brightly about not regretting leaving the dwarf bow behind anymore. He grinned. Then he grinned wider. Then he laughed; it was a rich, bright sound in the dim cabin. There was no teasing in it, just mirth. "God, you are so cute right now it's a sin," he said with a smile. "The things I could do...well, anyway. I'm glad that you're happy with it, Crystal. It's a good thing to get a reward that actually is one."

The fact was that he was aware of just how physically attractive a woman she was. And since his, ah, interlude with Nerina had been very abruptly interrupted by the dwarves, it had made it more than a week for him since he'd last had sex. Quite a bit of time for someone in his profession; which made him even more aware of it. And with how adorable she was being? He could have just...ohhh, but best not to think about it. She seemed incredibly shy about that kind of thing.

He turned to inspect his own booty. Being male, he picked up the dagger first and pulled it from its sheath. It was well made; bright steel with a good edge but it just seemed like a knife. Nothing wrong with that; a knife was one of the best and most flexible tools you could have. The sheath was even more impressive; in fact, as he looked at the tooling and runic inscription...it was far more impressive.

He smiled a moment; remembering his Tennyson. "The blade or the sheath, huh?" Then he picked up the ornate cuff, examining it closely. It was hard to tell what exactly it was made of but it sure looked like gold. It was beautiful; the workmanship ornate and fine. He slid it into place on his right wrist and nodded.

"Well," he said, turning back to Crystal with a wink, "unless you want to break in the bunks, I think I'll want to see if there's an out of the way spot to watch the casting off from. I've never actually traveled by ship before, so I'd really like to see it. And maybe see if I can get an idea about what's going on here. There's a few odd things about this ship."

He moved to the cabin door and set his hand on the handle, "Want to come?"

 

[cats]

Crystal

IC: "I would love to go with you" I fallowed him up to the deck and we ended up watching the commotion of leaving from the front of the ship but on the opposite side of the action as to be far away.

The cool icelandic air was rich with salt and very humid hear. I could not help but notice every one was decked out in water proof jackets as if I was watching deadliest catch. No doubt falling into the water would be a near death sentence to any one. Any one other then Evan, myself, and our friends who did not join us. Truth is I knew it was very cold, any one looking at my breasts would likely also understand their was a chill in the air. I how ever under dressed as I was felt little more then just the chill. Divinity has it advantages and being flexible to temperature was just one of them. Still I did my best not to let my nipples be to stiff in the duck breeze. My logic was simple, if I didn't react to them no one would notice.

 

[Armphid]

It felt good. The salty sea spray air stinging his nose as he breathed it in, the chill breeze as it blew over him, the rush of water over the bow of the ship and along its sides, all made his blood sing as he and Crystal stood on deck and watched the actions of the casting off.

Okay, so he really did have viking blood in him, after all. He knew it, of course, but this just kind of confirmed things.

He was also noting the looks that the two of them were getting from the sailors; a bit confused and even suspicious at first. Likely because even though they were above the Arctic Circle, the two scions wore clothing more suited to a chill autumn day that warned of winter's coming rather than the depths of Arctic cold. He couldn't blame them; it was strange since they were both clearly not Icelandic and therefore shouldn't be so hardy. But having the blood of the gods in them did help matters.

Their looks toward Crystal began to change though; becoming happy and rather lascivious. A glance at her showed him why...and made him stare a bit himself. Crystal's nipples were hard and showed clearly through her shirt. Damn. Hot damn. With that, her natural beauty, her pleasing curves, and the wind in her hair...she looked amazing. So good, and sooo sexy it made his manhood start to respond and swell into full glory, well beyond even his normally generous endowment when it was "relaxed." Damn but the last week had left him so hard up, and with the bluer balls that he could have ever imagined having. He shifted the way he was standing, hoping not to draw her attention to it. Though she had eyes like the proverbial hawk, so there was likely little he could do.

"So," he said after a few moments, "I should have asked you earlier, but are you okay sharing the cabin with me?" The ship had pulled fully away from the dock and was now steaming forward through the harbor and towards the sea beyond. "I know we were in the same room at the hostel but all the other girls were there then and it was more space." He hesitated and then went on, "I'm somewhat thrilled personally, but I'd understand if it was too...close an arrangement for you." He was going to use the word "intimate" but didn't want to seem like he was hinting. "If you'd want it to yourself, I could probably work something out with someone on the crew."

 

[cats]

Crystal

IC: You ever do something stupid and you freeze there and aren't able to move? The shameful thing is how long it took me to catch on. I knew I had high beams, I knew that was embarrassing and should be covered or concealed before any one noticed. But had I moved every one would notice.

I knew when the first person noticed, I've always been very perceptive. (Just not of social graces.) It took some time for the first glance to come, many looked at us. They seemed put off or confused, by the way we dressed or looked or who we were. The glances there were at us, not just me. It took some time but I settled on that it was in fact odd to be standing in so light a set of clothes in Iceland.

Then came a different look, a strange look shifted to my torso and a subtle smile went on the mans lips. This look, in as little time as I have spent in cities and towns since highschool, I knew. I knew this look. Every woman and girl learned this look soon after adult hood. He had spotted me, or rather he had ignored all of me except the one part I wished to conceal. My chest. I should of covered myself and gone back into the ship; but no, that would make other people look.

Then another noticed and another. I did my best to ignore it, but after a certain amount of time people tend to be observant. The subtle moves were hard for me to miss. A gentle elbow prod and a slight jerk of the head in direction. A gentle whisper, check out her rack.

At least Evan hadn't noticed, and I did nothing so he wouldn't. Then all too soon he caught on. He shifted his stance and had... well he was happy to see me, perhaps the happiest I had ever seen. All I could do was pretend I didn't notice or didn't care. That or run in embarrassment, unsightly behavior for an edgily divine being.

'So I should have asked you earlier, but are you okay sharing the cabin with me?' The ship began to move and despite my efforts my cheeks went slightly red with my sea of shame.

'I know we were in the same room at the hostel but all the other girls were there then and it was more space... I'm somewhat thrilled personally, but I'd understand if it was too... close an arrangement for you.' Thrilled? Is he hoping for sex? 'If you'd want it to yourself, I could probably work something out with someone on the crew.' Is her turning me down for sex? I thought men never do that. Wait I don't want sex, do I? I need to get back to the outdoors where life is simple.

"I am fine." At this point just about every one around has noticed my nipples so now I decide to cover them. The blush certainly made things worse. "The cold seems to of exposed us. I think I am going to go inside. Funny though I always thought cold had the opposite effect on men."

 

[Armphid]

It was Evan's turn to blush; not something he had done much of recently. But even with the blush he just grinned broadly and gestured to Crystal herself, "It's not the cold, beautiful, it's the company. You're a gorgeous woman, you know that right? And with the wind in your hair and the sea spray... have mercy. Sorry if it bothers you."

He didn't have her powers of perception physically but he was very perceptive when it came to people. "Hey, for what it's worth, don't be embarrassed about it. You don't need to; if other people look at you, that's their problem, not yours."

Then he laughed and turned to lean against the railing and look out over the sea. "I'm confusing the hell out of you, aren't I? If you're not sure of my motives or my actions, just ask. We couldn't have done any of the stuff in Iceland without you, and you sure helped make up for a mess I made." His face darkened somewhat as he thought about his stupidity and failure in letting Nerina be grabbed by the Fear Pig. "So I owe you a lot, and the least is the truth. So if you don't know, or want to know, ask."

He straightened and shrugged, "If you're heading down, I think I'll stay here a while. There's something about looking at the sea, you know?"

 

[cats]

Crystal

IC: 'It's not the cold, beautiful,' I blushed 'it's the company. You're a gorgeous woman, you know that right? And with the wind in your hair and the sea spray... have mercy. Sorry if it bothers you.'

'Hey, for what it's worth, don't be embarrassed about it. You don't need to; if other people look at you, that's their problem, not yours.'

If only it was that simple. I worry so much about people it is why I spend so much time in nature. Nature, beautiful simple nature; the start of my troubles. One doesn't vanish into the wild these days with out drawing attention. That expertise poisoned my school life. A school life of being called jungle girl, as if there are jungles in the US.

'I'm confusing the hell out of you, aren't I? If you're not sure of my motives or my actions, just ask. We couldn't have done any of the stuff in Iceland without you, and you sure helped make up for a mess I made...'

'So I owe you a lot, and the least is the truth. So if you don't know, or want to know, ask.' Evan was very confusing to me, I just never picked up on signals or rather always misread them, but often I was as confused about my own desires. This time though I wasn't, for now my mind was in a set of unpleasant memories. This time it was a definite no, I began to walk under in my embarrassment.

Evan straightened and shrugged, 'If you're heading down, I think I'll stay here a while. There's something about looking at the sea, you know?'

My mind returned to the peace of the wilderness and my fondness the night sky. "Yeah I suppose I do." I continued down the deck.

I laid on my bed and let out a few tears. Then drifted into a soft sleep and dreams of the night sky.

 

[Armphid]

Evan watched Crystal go with a frown; he'd messed up somehow and hurt her feelings. There was tension and pain in her every movement as she walked away and went below decks. He'd wanted to try and make her feel better; feel like she could be open with him.

Well, he's sure fucked that up. Just like he'd fucked up everything with the Fear Pig; he'd misread both situations entirely somehow. "Nice work, hero," he muttered to the cold air as the ship steamed out into the dark waters of the arctic. "Not even started this adventure yet and you're already messing everything up." Again.

He looked down at the water for a long time; thinking bleak and grim thoughts about his actions in Iceland, and now on the boat, of how much he'd failed. He thought of his family back on the farm and how happy they were with the money he sent them; and how horrified and shamed they'd be when they found out how he made it. God, he was a disgrace.

His earth brown eyes lit on the bracelet he wore now. A reward. He didn't deserve it. What had he done? Nothing. "Nothing."

It was probably an hour later when he finally moved away from the rail. Frost was already heavy on his clothes and had been beginning to form on his hair. Evan sighed and shook his head. He might as well try and accomplish something. He'd likely fail, but he had to try.

He went below decks, but not towards the passenger cabins. He'd keep his distance from Crystal for tonight at least. He could stay up for several days without rest; so he would, and she would have her privacy. Instead he started trying to navigate the innards of the ship; trying to find his way to the engine room. There was something strange about this ship. He wanted to see if his suspicions were correct about whether or not it was literally "steaming."

 

[HookerBoots]

Evan
Belowdecks is pretty quiet - getting out the waters around Iceland seems to have taken the crew that would have been below and sent them out onto the deck, working on one task or another. But the bowels of the ship are easy enough to navigate. One big door leads into what is the cargo hold; one small door leads to the mess hall, and the door on the other side of the mess is most likely the galley; the door across from the room you two have been assigned is labeled "Captain's Quarters", and it's a safe bet what's there.

The crew's quarters aren't far away, and house a few sleeping sailors, curled up like shrimp on bunks of their own. Off to one side of the crew's quarters is a sturdy steel door that, given the sign on the door, is the engine room.

Inside that room is something that you've never seen before - clearly, this ship had been a steamer, a long time ago. But now, there is a serious of machines working at the engine, all cast in what looks like bronze. There is a fire burning down here, but it seems to be kindled in the center of all of these whirring, moving machines, somehow feeding their motion. Occasionally, one of them will pull a piece of wood off of a large pile from along one wall and cast it onto the fire.

(GM: Evan rolled INT + Occult = 6+8+5+8 = 2+1 Epic = 3 successes)

These are clearly Constructs - someone has enlisted the aid of a God or Demigod who specialized in machinery to make these things to help drive this ship. It's possible that the captain doesn't know they're here, except that now his ship moves faster than it could have before. Maybe one of the crewmen knows more.

 

[Armphid]

Evan stared for long moments at the working automatons and the bronze machines working; his eyes wide and astonished. He'd seen some amazing things, even before Freya had pulled him into all of this, but nothing like what he saw now. He was a smart guy and he thought he had a good grasp of sciences and engineering and the like but what he saw defied his understanding.

He wasn't sure what some of these machines were even doing. And the way the fire was burning; just in the center of everything, not in a boiler or a furnace, there wasn't even a turbine he could see. And it was burning wood? That was impossible. Wood didn't, couldn't burn hot enough to make the kind of energy it would need to move a ship like this at all, let alone at a decent speed.

Without needing to be told, he knew he was looking at something divine; something brilliant and magical. The bronze of the castings made him think of the Greeks, though the Egyptians used bronze a lot too. Whoever had made it, it was a marvel. "What an amazing thing," he said, his voice awed.

He watched for some time, he wasn't certain how long but then he moved out of the room as quietly as he could. He didn't turn around; walking backwards from the chamber until he was in the passage outside and then firmly shutting the door. "...Wow. I think...I need to lay down for a bit."

He made his way back through the passages of the ship to the door of the cabin he and Crystal had been assigned to. Evan paused there, uncertain as to whether he should go in. Crystal...had not seemed to be enthusiastic about his company before.

He sighed after a few moments and shook his head. Then he turned and sat down Indian style on the rolling floor of the hallway, leaning his back against the door to the cabin. It would be nice to stretch out but he wasn't going to intrude on Crystal's privacy without asking and didn't want to wake her if she was asleep. Evan closed his eyes and let his head rest against the cold metal of the door; the cabin was heated but the passage wasn't. "Don't whine," he muttered to himself. "You've slept in worse spots."

That was a lie.

 

[cats]

Crystal

IC: I was looking up at Orion. Not that different from the night sky above the ship, being winter Orion was definitely up there some where in the sky. However the cold arctic air was replaced by the cool breeze of the grasslands. Long lush grass that was a comfort to sleep on.

Off in the distance I could hear a soft snore, perhaps a bear although I've never known one to snore. It was a fairly consistent sound for the last little bit and truth be told kind of annoying.

Still I was enchanted by the night sky and could do little other then look up at the moon. A little less then half and very charming. My mothers work supposedly, a cool calm comfort aft today's snoring, I mean embarrassment. Wait if I was on a ship how did I get here? The distant bear snored a reply. I looked off into the distance, very aggravated.

This snoring is keeping me from thinking straight. I set off for the bear and found him very fast, he was asleep in his den for the winter and snoring like a drunk. He had a bobble of snot coming from his nose.

"Bear stop snoring, because it is stopping me from thinking straight."

A reply was snored.

"Bear I know it is winter but you must stop snoring.

Again the bear snored a reply, and as an added benefit showed me his middle finger.

I kicked the bear hard. "Bear stop snoring"

I opened its eyes and looked right at me opened his mouth but instead of a roar out came another snore.

.....

I woke very quickly realizing it was a dream, an early evening dream. Then again came a soft snore. This time from out of the door. I walked over to the door and swung it open.

To my surprise Evan fell to the floor. "Sorry." I blushed a slight smile of apology. "Why are you out here?"

 

[Armphid]

Evan came awake rather suddenly as he fell over onto something hard and metal, and felt something else hard and metal and raised over the rest of the area slam into the small of his back and push it upwards. He became aware that his legs were rather stiff and would probably cramp up with he tried to move them. What the-

Crystal stood over him, looking down with a blush on her cheeks. Oh, right; he was in the corridor outside their cabin and had sat down, now he remembered. She had asked him a question, and he recalled it a moment later.

"Ah, yes." Evan did not move from the floor, still laying on it, but he shrugged, "Well, you seemed to want to be left alone earlier and when I came back here, I didn't want to wake you up if you were already asleep. So..." He gestured to his still crossed legs. "In retrospect, I should have maybe looked for one of the crew berths but it did seem like a good idea at the time."

He looked up at her with a bashful smile and shrugged again. "I can move on, of course, if you'd like. But if it would be all right, I wouldn't mind using my bunk."

 

[cats]

Crystal

IC: "It is your bunk why would I mind?" I paused briefly. "Never mind."

I helped him to his feet. "You shouldn't sleep like that, it'll leave you stiff and you never know when we might have to do a lot of running. Or perhaps swimming in this case. Besides sleeping like that is bound to make you snore."

 

[Armphid]

"Thanks," Evan accepted the hand up gladly. It was a pretty awkward position and he certainly was stiff. He moved a bit roughly at first, rolling his shoulders and stretching the kinks out of his legs. "It was a nice view from down there but it feels better to be up."

He had been going to make a joke about her making him stiff but decided to pass on it. That had made her super uncomfortable earlier. He nodded at her words, "You're right; though if we have to start swimming now we'll be in pretty deep trouble." There was no telling how far form any land they were...or even what direction land would be in. "And I wouldn't want to keep you up with snoring. Other things maybe," he winked, "but not that."

Hopefully, she'd just take that as a charming flirtation and not a dig or a come on. Not that he would mind coming onto her, or vice versa, but he didn't want to freak her out again.

Evan took a few more minutes to stretch and then nodded, "Yeah, that feels better. Well, then, to bed?" He stepped into the cabin and shut the door behind him, securing the lock fast. He took his jacket off and hung it on a hook on the wall before he stripped his t-shirt over his head, "Now that feels nice..."

Oh. "Uh," he turned to Crystal, holding the shirt in one hand, "Sorry, I should have asked first, but, uh, I usually sleep in just boxers. Would that be all right with you?" Actually he usually slept naked and with someone, but that was probably TMI. Boxers would be a good compromise, right?

 

[cats]

Crystal

IC: "Boxers, really? I had little clue because you often didn't spend the nights in the hostel. What was it the dwarves said. Oh yes "You were taking in the girls, or rather having the girls Take You In." "

"Well good night to you any ways."

 

[Armphid]

Evan blinked and flushed a bit at that. He hadn't thought he'd...not that much. But the dwarves had talked about it? "It wasn't like I was...hell." He grimaced and turned away from her, unbuckling his belt and letting the weight of it carry his trousers to the metal floor. "Did anyone have anything else to say about me behind my back?" He stepped out of his shoes and his pants, leaving the muscular young man in just a pair of boxer shorts; they were Thor boxers, since they didn't make Freya ones.

It wasn't like he was a player, or like he used women, which is what the dwarves' words made it sound like. But fine. If that was what people wanted to think, fine.

"Good night," he said after another moment's pause, "Sweet dreams, Crystal." He climbed into his bunk and pulled the blanket over himself, folding his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. Why was this bothering him so much?

 

[cats]

Crystal

IC: "No one really said much behind your back. There is something about you that is just hard not to like. Besides your strong, good looking, smart and the child of a god; of coarse women are going to be attracted to you. Not really your fault you know, you just happen to be an alpha."

"The alpha is the strongest male in a group."

"When dealing with animals."

"Not that your an animal."

"You know what lets stop talking and go to bed."

"..."

"Sorry."

 

[Armphid]

Evan's bad mood tried to sustain itself, it really did. But it couldn't hold off the adorable re-assurance and unassailable cuteness of Crystal's somewhat fumbled reply to him. He blinked as she first started to talk. Then a grin crept onto his lips. It grew wider and wider as she went on, and finally when she stopped, he laughed warmly.

"Nothing to apologize for, Crystal. Thank you, in fact, I was feeling a little down." He laughed again and shook his head, "And I've had a few people call me an animal in the past, usually in a complementary sense." A few girlfriends and more than a few of his co-stars.

He glanced over at her bunk and gave her a wink, not knowing if she could see it in the dark. "If you ever need the services an alpha then, don't hesitate to ask."

 

[Armphid]

Double post w/Hook's permission to keep things moving

Evan found himself falling asleep faster than he thought he would. The rolling motion of the ship helped to rock to him to sleep. His dreams were strange; sometimes he was hunting someone, sometimes he was being hunted. He could never see who the other person was in either case and he wasn't sure what would happen if he caught them or was caught himself.

He awoke with a troubled mind and an aching case of morning wood. He considered taking care of the latter himself...but if Crystal woke up and saw him jerking off she would probably not take it well. Certainly not in the "Oh, my, let me help you" way that he could and would fantasize about.

Evan rolled out of bed and hit the metal floor in a three point crouch. Being as quiet as possible, he did a few stretches to loosen the kinks out. An unfamiliar bed in an environment he was unused to was bound to leave him a bit stiff int he morning; in more ways than one.

Still clad only in his boxers, Evan hopped back up on his bunk with his feet on the floor and his shoulders back against the wall. Once Crystal woke up, he'd tell her about the strange engine room and they'd make a plan for the day. He grinned, not that anyone could see, because if nothing else he was sure she would continue to be adorable.

 

[cats]

Crystal

spoiler alert.

I double posted.

 

[cats]

Crystal

IC: Crystal had woken some time ealier, and with the advice of Toucan Sam found the mess hall. There she grabbed an early mourning meal, she could eat nearly anything but that same fact also made very glad to have real food when she could.

A smile on her face and a bowl of fruitloops in her belly she returned to the room. Opening the door she found Evan in his boxers a large grin on his face and a large well something in his pants.

"Um..."

Crystal shut the door.

"You should probably do something about the... um... tent pole."