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Aluris

Aluris

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A young woman sits upon an asteroid, staring up at the stars. Alone, and yet not lonely; dust stains her clothes as she lies back as if with a lover. It is a curious thing, the girl on the asteroid, and yet there she continues to be.
Have you ever tried visiting the moon?
Travellers come and go. Occasionally, those passing by tell tales from around the galaxy, or they just sip tea and look beyond alongside her a while. But she never steps off of her island of peace, the rock on which she dances, sings; her voice intertwining with starlight as effortlessly as the sun brings warmth.
Won't you enjoy the planets with me?
Perhaps one day she'll build a house, or step down to find a home amongst her own. But for now the space girl stays.
A little corner amongst the stars, forever and a day.


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Hello! This is my ground, my flag stake in the dirt. (asteroid dirt?) Welcome to a corner of the stars, painted amongst the rest of the little nooks and crannies that other writers have created here. Mostly I will be keeping track of any threads, interests, and inspirations here - well, that's the plan. This may be edited in the future, if need be!
I'm not sure whether to be terribly self-centered here and introduce myself, in a way... I'm a fan of space travel, as may be obvious by now, but I also love chess, history (Egyptian and Russian are my main niches), reading, knitting, 'wine tasting' (haha), gaming, and annoying my better half: my north star, the forever-patient husband of a girl who looks too much to the sky and not enough to what's in front of her. On that note, I am very much in a monogamous marriage (he knows I am here!) and I am not looking for any meet-ups or online fun that is not a part of a fictional universe.

I'm primarily on Literotica to generally talk about sex, since I'm downright perverted and helplessly so, but keeping my writing skills sharp is not something I will argue about! My writing profile is here but the basics:
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I am here to write as a submissive, although I am a switch. (Exceptions possible? Depending!)
I like dark, dirty, and intense storylines that leave my characters desperate and coerced into all sorts of activities.
If you're looking for fluff, cuddles, and pizza on a Friday night, don't look to me as a co-writer.
I am a willing participant in nonconsent storylines; I acknowledge that it's not everyone's cup of
tea, but I will ask those people to respect my choices in what I write.
I am not here to be degraded, humiliated, insulted or dominated outside of my writing - approach
me as a person if wanting to chat outside of roleplay.
I love fantasy and sci-fi settings,but I'm game for anything based in more 'real life' situations as well.
Seduce me with something hot and I'm not that picky.
Both male and female characters are welcome to be played off my own.

Any questions? Want to write something with me?
My inbox is open!
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space mercenary: interrogation gone wrong?
elven princess war gift; enemies take the spoils
nightclub girl taken backstage to see the real show
thieves in the night; a mercy plea is made (or taken?)
office girls can be hot, those bent over desks are hotter
village girl becomes lose in the world of the fae, for many adventures of a.. sexual nature?
an older man fucking a blackmailed young woman
student girl can't pay her debts, is sent to be the new humiliation cash cow for standard mafia trope #14
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exploring deep space and piss off the wrong sort of alien
or mercenary alien badass becomes helpless sex experiment
a sick family friend coerces the carer - friend's daughter - into pity-fucks, and then slowly blackmails her for more
Elves disappear in the middle of the night for twisted rituals involving red flowers, a full moon, and a fuck-ton of phallus
a broken phone, a tech who fixes it, then blackmails the owner with the newly-found naked photographs
another pesky family friend seduces their friend's daughter, then slowly manipulates them to become completely broken and theirs
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a ballet dancer is seduced, then manipulated into continuing an affair out of fear of losing her career
bounty hunter gathers bitches and I'm a bitch
secretary is hired for more than her looks; is groomed to become the office cumslut
As part of a yearly tithe, a woman is offered as a sex offering
a loyal bodyguard is captured by rivals for humilation games
a mercenary warrior captured by trolls: curiosity gives way to lust
a woman held under house guard for breeding
collar held tight and ass fucked hard
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I'm a bucket of tropes but I try to write them well... ♡


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The pictures are simply inspiration food; I prefer describing my characters
when they're actually used in writing.
I also like to make a new character per story, but I thought this
would give an idea of my style to visitors, and perhaps some things
to think about. ♡

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Kulia Ashin
24, Human
Looks, name, role can be changed
Born within the steampunk world of Fife, Kulia has many
names and so many faces. Thief, assassin, navigator, sweetheart, coldhearted
bitch: she wears all of these titles and more.
She's also a liar. How much of the above do you really believe?
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Streaks of sunset stain the sky, the impeding darkness promising much in the coming hours. The streets were still filled with those
returning to home from their nine-to-five; children crying in dimly-lit halls for a sweet after dinner, wine
being poured for the older generation as a sleeping aid. It was a time for mayhem. Or perhaps danger, risk, blood: or none of the above.
It was what Kulia loved about her work. The woman sat with her legs dangling off a roof parapet, the taste of
papaya still in her mouth, the wind biting at her cheeks as she looked below. Dark hair was tied strictly back into a plait, whilst her
face was mostly hidden by large goggles with the levers sticking out at odd angles for only the Maker's known reason.
"You're late." The voice came from beside her, as if it'd always been there. Kulia knew better than to show surprise.
"I had business." Was the slow reply; whether it was slow because the woman truly had to think carefully, or wanted to give the impression of so, it was not clear.
The voice seemed amused, a rasping chuckle drifting on the evening air before the speaker finally crouched beside her - a tall man
with sharp knees, eyes narrowed above a thick scarf covering the rest of his soot-flecked face.
"You're not being paid to have other business."
"I'm not allowed to have fun when a woman begs on her knees?" Kulia's sharp reply was with the hint of a giggle, her composure dropping briefly.
"Trust me, my old friend; my work pays me for my skills. And my skills are many."
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Ya'farla
35, Alien
Looks, name, role can be changed
One of the Abruelian nobility - a cruel, yet mysteriously beautiful species from the planet
Abrue - Ya'farla is a lithe being, dressed in veils and skin-tight cloths.
Despite her status, she is sixth in line and therefore expendable... meaning
she proves her importance by being a scout of the Abrue military, sent
out to report back information from around the galaxy.
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"What is that?"
"How am I supposed to know? I thought it was-"
"A mirage, yeah, you've said."
The three men stood over their proud capture, an electro-net wrapped around the
limbs of a lilac-skinned humanoid. Dark hair fell twisted into the grass below her, veiled
clothing torn from her wrists and waist. She remained silent, although her heavy-lidded
eyes were half open, the pupils flickering between each man.
"It's not human, or any of the other alien scum species I know of."
"No shit. What's it doing here?"
Giving the alien a nudge with a muddied boot, they all grinned as they were rewarded with a soft whimper.
"Whatever it is, we'll get paid a lot for bringing it in..."​

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Averis Tova
26, Human
Looks, name, role can be changed
Averis is a sweet-looking woman who uses every inch of her innocent demeanor to her advantage as the starship captain of the Iris Red - the
freighter that is her life blood, as well as the representation of her life's earnings. Occasionally she makes a profit from aiding pirates along
the La'garren Crossing, the earnings keeping the income high whilst her transport business suffers amidst the difficulties of
being a freelancer during galactic war. Perhaps she strays a bit too far this time...
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"I'm not changing my mind." Averis says, her voice ringing clear through the empty ship hangar.
"It has the largest source of income for fifty klicks, and I'm not dipping into my savings to pay my crew."
"What crew?" The alien wheezed, his skin a mottled blue, rolling over in slabs against a mighty frame. His squat face peered at her as
they rushed around the Iris Red, a pair of spectacles perched almost comically on his pushed-up snout of a nose.
"None of them are wanting to come with you this time, Captain."
The Captain turned around - the dark pilot coat flapped dramatically; not that either of them
enjoyed the sight as they glared at each other. "Have you begun a mutiny, Truv'van?"
"No." The alien - Truv'van - replied evenly, although his feet shuffle him back unconsciously.
"They just don't want to go near the border. We've all heard the stories."
"Stories of what? Pirates spread them so they keep the loot!" Averis lifts her hands in exasperation, lines wrinkling her brow.
"Maker eat their hearts, this would be the most we've earned in the whole fucking two years since I hired them!"
Storming away before Truv'van could reply, the young woman hissed further obscenities
beneath her breath as she walked to the ship. "Fine; I'll do it alone. They can kiss my ass when I return with spoils
worth more than all of their mother's cunts put together. And then some!"​
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Layris
22, Elf
Looks, name, role can be changed
With a head full of fancies and her arms carrying flowers, Layris is a lithe Elven woman from the forests of Myre.
Usually wandering naked - the forests, of course, protect their own - she will
don clothing only when there are rumours of foreign travellers in the lands.
However, surrounding woods are not without their dangers... but Layris is
well-versed in keeping herself safe. Or so she thought.
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Layris felt the earth beneath her feet, her toes digging into the fresh soil with an
unspoken delight before she moved on. It was the beginning of spring. She was lucky in that it was the last
year of maidenhood she had left before the real work began; it was a tradition for the Elves to prepare
for different weathers through great efforts of preparation and labour at
the beginning of each season. Layris was still considered a child amongst her brethren, despite now being
an adult in all ways considered. It gave her the freedom to lurk in shadowy corners, to climb the trees at the edges
of the forest, to peer upon strangers from the depths of foliage.
Her mischievous side was still one she indulged the most, and Layris allowed
herself a giggle as she began to run through the next series of clearings, her
long red hair streaming behind her like a beacon.
I will enjoy this last spring I have to myself, Layris promised silently.
It was with this promise that so many mistakes were made.​

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Fiona "Fia" Hucklesbury
19, Human
Looks, name, role can be changed
A straight-forward student of history and philosophy, Fia is the youngest of three
and the most likely to be wandering off in her own world. A kind heart, a
true source of self-confidence, and a love for sweaters; those traits
make up for her naivety, young arrogance, clumsiness, and quick temper for some.
*In my mind, this character can be used for both 'real life' and fantasy possibilities.
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"But where am I?" Fia persisted, her nose wrinkling, hands on her hips.
One moment it had been a cool autumn's day; the girl had been trying to have some peace and quiet from home by taking her
music and books to the pond where her grandmother had taken her tadpole fishing years ago.
Now it was hot - summer temperatures, at least - and the greenery was broad, bright, and quite frankly, infringing
on her personal space. That, and it looked nothing like the gardens from home.
"That's quite the question." The little creature said in front of her, picking his teeth with a splinter of wood.
"In a lot of ways, it doesn't really matter. You're fucked either way, my dear!"
The glee in his voice disturbed Fia more than the words. "I am what?"
"Fucked! Well, you will be soon!" the man said - his looks reminded Fia of the old pictures of gnomes, although
he was taller. "You were no doubt spirited here for the same reason every other person was.
This is the Mage's Realm, and he or she is one ambitious piece of work."
"Ambitious... how?"
"Apparently their goal is to collect a few of every species, for reasons 'unknown'." The gnome-man elaborated, spitting
out a piece of gristle inbetween words. "They have been quite successful, from what I've seen."
Fia took a step back, her hands clutching onto the edge of her sleeves.
"But...."
"There's no escape." He shrugged, throwing the makeshift toothpick away. "You're as doomed whether you
dig a hole a'hundred foot down or lie with your legs open. Guaranteed!"​



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Dlarin
29, Mage
Looks, name, role can be changed
In the city of Garulte, mages are taken at a young age
for training, and general education, amongst similarly-talented peers.
Their powers are used for the good of the kingdom and
act as an excellent deterrent to war or uprisings.
However, Dlarin was born to a dying woman and was taken by
one of the thieves of the Underground Watch. There she has been
trained in secret to be used at the Thief King's pleasure.​

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The sound of dripping water filled the cavern. You would think over a decade
of using the labyrinth of tunnels and caves beneath the city would mean someone
would have done some proper interior decorating, yet they remained as dark
and unwelcoming as they had when first rediscovered by Matchstick, the
right hand of the Thief King himself.
A young man stood trembling before the aforementioned, his pale hands
wringing in front of him. But he was silent. Even he knew there was no point begging now.
"You are guilty of the accused deeds?"
The voice came from a stately woman in noble dress, quite out of sorts amongst
the other gathered rabble of thieves. She sat next to a man wearing a large
fur coat, who was handling a long dagger between his hands.
"No... I mean, I..."
"Let's just get this over with. You work for Ya'gravin, do you not?"
"I do, but, please-"
"I have had enough with his squirming, his attempts at trickery!" the fur-coated man said, the
assumed Thief King himself. He points the dagger at the man over-dramatically, although
it seems to have the desired effect - the man whimpers and
hides his face. With a smirk, the Thief withdraws the weapon, and
cocks his head to the woman on his left.
"He wants to steal our mage? Let him see her power himself."
A grating sound rings out from behind them, the sound of metal against rock. After
a few minutes, a young girl in beautiful clothing is escorted to
the cavern, her dark skin surrounded by thick white hair. Her shackles
clink together as she walks.
"For as long as I have this," The Thief says with the utmost
smugness, "I will be the true ruler of the city underground."
He turns his head, eyes boring into the young woman: Dlarin. To her credit, the imprisoned
mage returned the glare with her chin tilted upwards.
"Kill him."
What choice did she have? One of her chains was released; the seal that froze her
magic within her. A flick of fingers, a surge of power, focus that had taken her two
days to gather again after the last execution. There was a small flare as
bright as a freshly-lit candle before Ya'gravin's man choked, shook, and then collapsed.
The smell of burning filled the air, and the corpse was left with spittle still on his lips as the mage was
escorted away, the seal replaced now her power was exhausted again.
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feet dance across rock
dust scattering, stars watching
moon girl waves hello
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Strangers make space seem less lonely! I hope the stars are as nice an escape for you, as they are for me..
.. I really should get to working on these reserved posts, but I think it's a tradition to leave them as a work in progress for at least six months first :rolleyes:
 
A Defender Class Star Destroyer Jumps out of Hyper space not far from the asteroid and moves closer to the floating rock in space. It makes sure not to block the view as it slowly comes up along side the dusty rock. The hanger along it's port side open and cargo shuttles begin to unload supplies to a small storage unit where travels can make Tea and enjoy a meal to swap stories from. The large ship has had more then a few after market upgrades made to it and it is unknown why such a heavily armed warship would be making supply runs, but it is and as the shuttles come and unload supplies a man from one of the shuttles heads over to sit down by the lady watching the stars.

(Note: Oopes forgot the link. http://starwars-exodus.wikia.com/wiki/Defender-class_Star_Destroyer )
 
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A Defender Class Star Destroyer Jumps out of Hyper space not far from the asteroid and moves closer to the floating rock in space. It makes sure not to block the view as it slowly comes up along side the dusty rock. The hanger along it's port side open and cargo shuttles begin to unload supplies to a small storage unit where travels can make Tea and enjoy a meal to swap stories from. The large ship has had more then a few after market upgrades made to it and it is unknown why such a heavily armed warship would be making supply runs, but it is and as the shuttles come and unload supplies a man from one of the shuttles heads over to sit down by the lady watching the stars.
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How curious, the girl is
To see another cadet;
a second welcome
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Visitors are always welcome, as long as they bring an offering; one of three!
Tea, rumours, or an interesting offer, that's all the girl can ask. Enjoy the stars whilst you linger...

Vail_Indigo said:
a twirl with improbable grace
Hair spinning in the luxury of no gravity
a simple step and step
taking a moon girl's hand
to dance

True, and space can be so empty

You will fill in the blanks someday

Dance with me
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You speak my language!
Happiness blossoms in pairs
Thoughtfulness, repaid

It is only right that I greet my first visitor with a dance; and so we shall. It is an offer not quickly denied; but what do I call you?
The hand is taken with a smile, and the girl twirls on tiptoes before making dust-prints in the surface alongside the colourful guest.
 
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Lazy twirls and spins and tip-toe steps
The easy lead of hip and shoulder
Girlish giggling

Me? Oh, you can call me Vail. Some call me Ms. Indigo.
I'm flexible on the topic

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Glides along, past rocks
Hopping round with due care
dancing with focus

It is lovely to meet you - I am Aluris. I pretentiously call myself a moon girl, but I have never actually visited...
I must admit I wasn't expecting company so soon; I appreciate the gesture to my work in progress!
Perhaps I should get some soft cushions installed in the rocks, seems only polite.
 
Smiles and nods to the space girl. Already having brought enough tea to keep her small asteroid stocked for a long time, With Teas from across the known galaxy! Rumors could fill a good bit of the empty space between planets and stars, rumors of all kinds, from treasures and monsters to the latest rumors of the royal families of plants misbehaving. The lovely space girl would have her pick of what she wanted to hear. The last would be the hardest to fulfill for the space girl. Just what could a warship have to offer such a lovely lady? I sit and think while the space girl dances with her other guest.
 
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Smiles and nods to the space girl. Already having brought enough tea to keep her small asteroid stocked for a long time, With Teas from across the known galaxy! Rumors could fill a good bit of the empty space between planets and stars, rumors of all kinds, from treasures and monsters to the latest rumors of the royal families of plants misbehaving. The lovely space girl would have her pick of what she wanted to hear. The last would be the hardest to fulfill for the space girl. Just what could a warship have to offer such a lovely lady? I sit and think while the space girl dances with her other guest.
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Tea for all? Glory be!
Tea for all eternity
Wonders, this place has
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Vail_Indigo said:
I don't think it is pretentious. We'll visit there sooner or later, I am sure.


smiling, hand on her hip, a soft crouch
then leaping us gracefully through strange, colorful gasses
landing on toes


Pillows are always good
For nesting
Or building forts to hide in
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A moon adventure?
A cadet can only swoon
To the stars, and away!
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Perhaps then from my fellow cadet, I will request some pillows... enough for forts and for resting gently.

Spinning around, it is easy to dream of what this lonely place could be. As the girl dances she sees things out the corner of her eye; a fort, floating lights, a fortress for the travellers speeding by. Ideas she never would have thought of; selfish as she is, only thinking of herself and the journeys ahead.

I see you have your own corner to visit; the time will be taken to float down and take a peek. Once I have thought of an appropriate gift!
 
He listens and thinks and for a moment anyone looking at him might have seen that little light bulb over his head appear. He fiddles with his communication's pad for a moment and then looks to his left. The Defender Class Star Destroyer slow comes into view and it hand over the asteroid for a moment. Then Cargo bay doors open and look oddly rainbow colored before the sound of the force fields stop humming and with a rush of air being sucked into the vacuum and from above as the large ship once again moves out of the way of view the multi colored floor pillows rain down slowly and softly from the night's sky in seemingly slow motion. It was as if the 3 of them were star show of rainbow colored pillows falling all over.

Well I think I solved the pillow problem!
 
Vail_Indigo said:
You are always welcome to visit there, to wander the halls. But beware, there are dangers, too.
Fun dangers, but dangers none the less.

Whispers as we float and swim and dance

It is always a good time for building new places and dreams and forts
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Danger is also fun;
As careless that thought may seem
Risk can be a game

Your words are too kind, but I take them to heart. A fort shall be made once our dance is done; one appropriate to rest our sprightly feet.

A giggle, a flutter, eyes cast ahead to the gift given by another. With deft steps the dance continues, despite the unexpected rain.


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He listens and thinks and for a moment anyone looking at him might have seen that little light bulb over his head appear. He fiddles with his communication's pad for a moment and then looks to his left. The Defender Class Star Destroyer slow comes into view and it hand over the asteroid for a moment. Then Cargo bay doors open and look oddly rainbow colored before the sound of the force fields stop humming and with a rush of air being sucked into the vacuum and from above as the large ship once again moves out of the way of view the multi colored floor pillows rain down slowly and softly from the night's sky in seemingly slow motion. It was as if the 3 of them were star show of rainbow colored pillows falling all over.

Well I think I solved the pillow problem!
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Colour splashes now;
against the canvas of black
Soft, fluffy, like magic!

Much appreciated, fellow cadet! Not only have you brought tea and company, but pillows abound for all who may seek refuge, however temporarily, in this space of mine.
My gratitude is yours ☆
 
You can call me AM or Amc if you'd like Miss Space Girl =)

I then set about building a moon fortress built out of the multi colored pillows for the two lovely ladies. And by the time I'm done, it's more of a castle and not a fortress.

Hmm that can't out a bit different lol
 
Vail_Indigo said:
Danger can be quite fun, it's true.

whispers
I can, from time to time, be more than a little dangerous

unable to resist kissing raindrops from the moon girl's brow, and giggling
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Giggles and blushes
Hair hides her face, briefly so
A kiss, unexpected!
♡

I will keep that warning in mind, when lurking outside of the space made for dancing. Is there anything else I should know?

amchentai said:
You can call me AM or Amc if you'd like Miss Space Girl =)

I then set about building a moon fortress built out of the multi colored pillows for the two lovely ladies. And by the time I'm done, it's more of a castle and not a fortress.

Hmm that can't out a bit different lol
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Amc it is! I will remember ☆
The castle is wonderful, but I may have to hide it with space rock. The galaxy is dangerous and rainbows are envious amongst those who have none.
 
Vail_Indigo said:
brushes the hair aside for a moment, drinks again from raindrops

Oh, there are certainly many more things you should know about.
But that would be telling.
I think you'd rather enjoy the adventure of discovery.
And go places you've never been, been a girl you've never been
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Very true; I have said
Adventure is just one thing:
'Irresistible'

Then I will enjoy getting to know Vail, the Ms. Indigo, and the discoveries it may bring; a girl I've never been? It is an invitation rarely seen..
Perhaps one day, I can surprise you as well ☆

With a skip and choice laughter, the girl continues to waltz;
Today the stars are brighter with the company they alight on
 
Watches the girls dance among the stars as I go about setting up holo emitters to disguise the pillows to make them look like space rocks while not being used. I also go about making the ladies some Green Tea and place it in a small orb like glass so it doesn't all float off into space. Each sphere has a straw at one end to sip from. I then carefully float the orbs towards the two dancing ladies.

Some tea for you ladies, heads up!
 
Vail_Indigo said:
A slow turn, then, unable to resist, a long, low, languid dip
If only to see her hair fall down like the rain from above

I shall be wait, I promise, with baited breath.
I am a girl who adores exploring, adventure, having the earth moved out from under me
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With hushed breath, nodding
The girl floats, skips, and follows
Trying to keep up

I'll keep in mind that you're a woman of particular taste; that just because we're within starlight does not mean your standards are weightless.
Dancing is a first step - I shall think on a second...

With a small grip of her hand, the girl leans in with a whisper of her own: 'I hope you visit again; I will remember the promise of the moon...'


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Watches the girls dance among the stars as I go about setting up holo emitters to disguise the pillows to make them look like space rocks while not being used. I also go about making the ladies some Green Tea and place it in a small orb like glass so it doesn't all float off into space. Each sphere has a straw at one end to sip from. I then carefully float the orbs towards the two dancing ladies.

Some tea for you ladies, heads up!
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A thought for the two
Tea is pleasing after a dance;
Girlish moon laughter

Many thanks to you, Amc cadet ☆
I will sip at this upon my return; alas, reality calls even beyond the stars.
Perhaps your ship can return with more goods when another sunset is upon us?
 
Vail_Indigo said:
leans in so close...whispering...lips brushing the seashell of an ear...over and over


You'll be begging to get rid of me
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Pink, reds, and yellows
The cadet blushes once, twice
Subtlety; no more-

I'd like to see how you manage that; your words entwine and they linger, and fill the space with colour ☆

With a final squeeze of fingers, the moon girl rushes with the promise kept in mind - hiding amongst the gifted pillows, tea by her side. A dancing stranger and a second cadet; what more could an evening ask for?
She would watch the stars and smile. Loneliness is one thing this night lacked...
 
I nod to the space girl and as my ship drops a beacon so that many travels will know that this is a place they may stop, put up their boots and have some tea while waiting to travel deeper into the unknowns of space itself. As the night goes on I wonder over to the small storage building and go inside. To see what can be done to bring in more travelers and make sure this place is filled with people, words and wonderful times.
 
An early morning
Fresh sunlight, star birds calling
A smile for the day
♡

I've finally managed to share some samples to anyone interested in terribly unoriginal, off-the-cuff excerpts.
The girl sighs, hopping from one foot to the other before flopping down on one of the cushions, hidden now behind a large rock cliff as to not attract too much attention.

I made banana muffins this morning as well. Sundays are my baking day, and it was lovely to wake up NS and the kitten with the scent of fresh cakes...
Leaving an offering of virtualised muffins on a silver platter for any guests today, with a hushed giggle the moon girl skips away once more to wile the day away in the sunlight.
 
Vail_Indigo said:
slips in to leave a kiss of starlight
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the moonbeam girl stirs
and the other smiles, reaching
a mutual greeting
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The girl catches it with both hands, clasping it to her lips with a secret smile.
It is good to see you again, Vail..
Sends back a kiss of sunshine, before sitting back to look upwards whilst wiggling her bare toes in the dust.
 
with half-closed eyelids
moon girl sighs and shuffles close
blankets all in place
♡

It has been a quiet evening; although that's not always a bad thing.
I see you can't stay away just yet-
A huffed sigh; the girl seems pleased. As much as she might say so... the sky is not the same company.

Thread work here and there, but I suppose the rest can be done tomorrow. Perhaps my brain will be sharper.
A barely restrained yawn ends the sentence, with the pillows being put to good use 'neath her head.
 
*Finishes putting up the bar and a small space dock for light cargo ships and freighters that traveled this part of space. Any ships bigger would have to send a shuttle down. And although the look on the outside was that of a some what run down bar, the inside was top of the line. Top of the line bar, with comfy stools that would rise out of the floor if one wanted to sit, or remind in the floor if one wanted to stand. Tables and comfy chairs and corner booths across from the shinny new bar as well. At each end of the bar there was a large round disk like object on the floor and if one sat down in the chairs facing it the round white-ish top would light up and the holographic dancer would appear and start a dance. With a Male holo dancer on the north end and a female on the south end of the bar. Other then me, there were 3 female androids, two acted as waitresses and the 3rd acted as cook. Top of the line as well, other then the fact that they had slightly glowing blue eyes, and could lift much more then a human, they looked very human, felt human to the touch. They all looked the same though, blue eyes, that glowed softly with the energy core deep inside their chest that made the every slightest of pulse as if they were alive. short hair, one blonde, one brunette and one black. Same short haircut that stop just below their ears. Same semi robotic voice, this was the thing that gave them away as not being human the most. All of them wore the same skin tight suits of black with gold trip in just the right places to make them all look sexy. The bar itself was not brightly light, but not dark either, some where in the middle. But this place was by no means a normal bar, where a normal bar would have beer and liquor, this bar had nothing but tea! Tea from all over the galaxy. Give it once last once over I move to the front door and flip on the "Open" sign and return to behind the bar for the moment. All of this is built on the underside of the Moon Girl's Asteroid as to not block the wonderful view of the stars above. Or was this built on top of the asteroid? It is so hard to tell up and down in space some times. Either way, this place was built to be out of the way but a place one could relax in if they had to sit inside something during a meteor shower or some other things where one might not want to be outside during such a event.*
 
bright lights; moon girl blinks
hiding from the creation
away in a hole
☆

The diligence is appreciated on this asteroid of mine; however, I will stay to my caverns and dust. Such things are why I escaped to space...
The girl speaks from the hole, eyes peering over the edge before disappearing again.
Although I may take advantage of the tea, occasionally... ♡
 
*Sensing that i may have offended the owner of the Asteroid I simply smile and snap my fingers and in a flash of light, like the ever Omnipotent Q from Star Trek I return the building back to what it was, a small shack where things may be kept away from aliens that may pass by or keep things such as boxes of tea from floating off into space itself. I then head over to the other side to inform the moon girl that the bright lights will no longer be a problem and then flop down on one of the pillows yet floating around on the other side of the asteroid.*
 
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