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RECYCLEDCRAFT: Space Sex Mystery?

PREMISE (example)

You awaken on a train - or a sleek-feeling spacecraft, or a boat, or even a submarine.
The shape of the craft isn't important, or even immediately apparent - but you are here, a sealed, surprisingly comfortable room with a soft bed, whereas before you were home. If home was even where you wanted to be.

"Good morning, passenger," a voice purrs; you can feel a presence with it, but there's no indication anyone is in the room with you.

There is, however, a comfortable weight along your legs, your arms, your spine... something appears ready to keep you here for a while.

What will you do?

CONTEXT

What is this, exactly? This premise is a smut spinoff of a wider continuity - the 'space'craft your character is on has taken your character from their home. It - any and all pronouns are fine, and if you OOCly have a preference just give a heads-up in your starter comment and we'll go from there - has been through quite a time recently, having lost its crew and the programming that initially determined its purpose. (Some data/facts still remain for basic navigation and specialization - see the next entry!) Nor does it remember exactly how it happened, just that something terrible happened and it has to do things more on-its-own now.

But what it can still do is (A) interpret characters' emotions and respond accordingly, (B) provide safe and sturdy transport plus life support and (C) bond intensely with those now tied to it!

This can be for a one-on-one scenario, a group account, or even joint threading if everyone would like to put in the time to sort things out! Can start with the premise above, or can be time-skipped along to where both parties are familiar with one another.

OPTIONS

What kind of 'craft are you on, anyway?
The Ace - originally a sleek fighter craft, this one was made to take to space and the skies with impunity! Very flexible, good at interpreting orders, and still carries echoes of 'tude from its former crew. And now it's focusing all that energy on you. Think you can take it?

Star-Gazer - originally a solo-craft meant for exploration, this 'craft was built to take someone far, and to provide companionship to anchor someone to reality on the way. It's designed to be cozy, and is not meant to be shared. Maybe it remembers another name alongside yours, but it no longer recalls those memories consistently. But perhaps that isn't a bad thing...

Like the Lightning - this was a mercenary's craft, passed along from generation to generation. With acute knowledge of trade routes and meticulously-crafted stealth routines to take shelter on even the most unexpected worlds, its job is to do the job - but it can't do so alone, and that's where you come in. Such a partnership does come with benefits, as a matter of course.

The Lost One* - a missioncraft, badly damaged, better suited for a group than an individual... but it has found someone, and will desperately work to make sure they are safe. Believes very strongly in doing the Just thing, but now it doubts it knows how to determine that anymore. Appears to have lost everything twice over, and has just enough memory to make it very hard to accept things at face value. Befriending this one is the most difficult possibility, but it is doable - if you wish to sincerely try.

*This IS meant to poke fun at myself, to be clear.

GENERAL SCENARIOS

Introductions - Exactly what it says on the tin.
Visiting a World - Can be just shopping, can be a 'risk of getting caught' sort of deal, or you've caught whiff of Adventure. Each 'craft will have different reactions, of course, but fun CAN be had by all!
Voidstorm* - Traveling through one of these tends to have... unique effects. Usually ones that are temporarily bad for one's sanity, but not having to be alone during them is supposed to help. Or it can just make things weirder; you never know! Don't try to break the windows and go outside, though; that's never a good idea.

*I'm not changing what it's called, because I can't think of anything better to call it. To explain 'from the outside': imagine if sex pollen were a space phenomenon you could fly through, and be directly effected mentally/emotionally. Hallucinations, particularly shared hallucinations, are common. Seeing people you love outside and feeling compelled to go out there is also possible. Other possibilities include seeing emotions as aura colors, feeling compelled to speak and act on one's deepest feelings, and not being able to understand other languages.
You can see why sex pollen wouldn't be out of place here, right?

KINKS

Anticipated Content: Mindsharing, Voyeurism and/or Exhibitionism, Sense Play, Cuddling (through atypical means), Xenophilia, Mechanophilia, Vulnerability (Emotional, Physical), Light Bondage, Body Worship.
Personal Favorites (Not required for the premise, just ones I like): Biting, Sense-sharing, Orgasm Control, Sensory Overload, Slow-to-Warm-Up, Breastplay, Lactation.
Nos: Watersports/Scat, Bloodplay, Necrophilia.

Any kinks not listed under any of these are open to discussion, as well.

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"Oh!" Konoka was also a little surprised to see a second person straight up approach her. This tall woman with chrome colored hair seemed to brim with the same curiosity, but was one of the few people bold enough to actually act on it.

Given she had nothing on probably hinted as to why.

"That would be lovely!" Konoka was all too happy for the company anyway. "But um," she turned back to the man. "What does actually building it entail?" The man did mention it took several days, and Konoka wasn't sure if that was a project she could do in a reasonable amount of time. She wasn't sure if her chrome-haired interloper knew more on the subject.

A few more people, some of the less human-seeming ones, began to approach, though none spoke.

Instead, reading the crowd, and the look on the chrome-haired woman's face, the man started speaking again, somewhat faster.

"If you know what building a snowball is like, that's what it takes to gather the material - at least here, where it's much easier to mold than it is on most worlds. You'll need to get it about three times the size that you can hold in your hands, and then once you've rolled the ball up you have to attune to it. That's something you'll feel in your soul, when it happens. Kenna?"

That was the chrome-haired woman's name, as she nodded and replied, "I'll show her what that looks like, Bredonn. Though she may well be in touch with her emotions already, and that can only help."

Winking, she gestured behind her with one arm, presumably in the direction of the 'fields'.

"Oh!" So, it was gathering a lot of material and packing it in. "I see! Sounds interesting!"

Ultimately, it looked like she needed to follow Kenna, so that's what she would do. However, before she departed fully, she turned and gave a nod to the man who had shown the wayfinder. "Thank you for your help!"

With that, she would follow Kenna to the 'fields', however they looked. Given her journey here had been extremely topsy-turvy, she had no idea what to expect.

When they had finally walked to the aforementioned 'fields', Kenna asking questions about her journey all the while, Konoka could be forgiven for thinking gravity had switched out on her again.

The material ahead of them looked sort of like rocks, but the patterning and coloration was more like looking at a starry night sky.

Kenna, for her part, had been very obviously eyeing Konoka up in a flattering manner.

"It's not too heavy to lift, once you find a good spot. Keep pace with me, however you need - like he said, it's best to stick together."

The wide open space was firmer than it looked - at first. The further they walked, the spongier it got; while Kenna was unperturbed, Konoka's floating might once again be of assistance there.

Konoka regaled the story of her journey so far to Kenna, starting with how she'd been pulled from her home world into a ship she has since repaired, to learning how to navigate the void, and slowly learning what might be pulling everyone so dangerously into said void.

"So, when I got to Eulea I found I could--waaah!" Her foot almost sunk in something spongy, but attempting to fix it sent her almost flying. Gravity was acting strange again! Having enough, Konoka cast her magical strength to float. "Anyway, as I was sayin', when I got to Eulea, I learned to do this."

She "swam" up to a rock to lift it, and get a feel of its texture and weight. They weren't too heavy, just as Kenna said.

But it was now that she noticed the way Kenna had been looking over her. She was still not entirely the best at recognizing desire in other people's expressions, but she had enough to hazard a guess. "How often have you seen someone like me? You've been eyein' me for a while now." Her tone was entirely curious, careful not to sound accusatory.

Kenna, in turn, paid absolute rapt attention to Konoka's words, laughing or sighing in sympathy as the tone required, and stopped still when Konoka became distracted by the field-of-void.

She briefly reached out for the girl, but thankfully Konoka steadied herself, and Kenna in turn was relieved. "That's a real prize, there! It's good you learned it, then."

Kenna walked around to the rock outcropping Konoka had settled on, nodding her approval.

"There's more kinds of life in the million-homeworlds that don't look like me, than those that do. I'm a Kenaran, and a space-farer before I became a voidtraveler at that, but we tend to be called 'human' most everywhere else. Though I know what beauty is, beyond that."

She offered a small smile. "Still, if I have made you uncomfortable for staring, I apologize. I have been thinking forward and all."

Even if she'd kept her hands to herself, that didn't mean there couldn't be anything wrong.

"Oh, that's okay actually!" She wasn't off the mark. It had been the uncertainty that had made her question it, but since she had an answer, Konoka actually felt relief. Kenna's boldness was as obvious as she thought and thus, it didn't bother her. In comparison, Star Gazer was very much a fire-forged romance born of experience together, and her... tryst with Deece was pretty much the equivalent of a drunken party. This, a connection with a stranger and admirer, was new territory for her.

Konoka returned Kenna's smile. "Thank you. You're pretty good looking yourself... and pretty bold." Given Kenna was completely naked, Konoka had never thought the lack of dress code included no clothing whatsoever, but if that wasn't a problem here, who was she to complain?

Konoka's words did a good deal for Kenna's own mood; her smile this time was practically blinding.

"It takes a fair amount of boldness to consider living here, so I have to agree with you." Kenna winked.

"For now, let's focus on rolling. And it might be a good idea to start lining up memories that describe your mood, general outlook - it helps with the next step."

Like writing an outline for a story, or composing a collage and needing to know where to look for things to put in it first.

"You're right!"

So, Konoka began focusing her efforts on grabbing that vague material in her hands, making sure to keep the memories she wanted in mind when doing so.

She did not forget her old history. From being a lonely little girl in a Kyoto estate, to being among a class of eccentric students raised by a magical, foreign teacher, to their chaotic fights with the evil organization that wanted to dissolve the magical world. Any outside observer might find it almost weird how frequently her life dramatically changed, but for Konoka, this was just part of her journey.

The rolling didn't seem difficult so far. "Have you ever made one of these?" Konoka asked idly.

Kenna shook her head, gaze still mostly on Konoka as they worked in symphony.

"Usually I don't think of myself as having the patience. I like working with other people a lot more."

Which also meant she got distracted during the attuning process - but! No real reason to mention those incidents.

"It's still a good way to express yourself and your relationship with the void, though, so there's nothing wrong with it... it's just not what I most prefer, out here."

"Oh," Konoka didn't quite know how to react to this new info, but instead worked patiently to gather her new material.

Of course, Kenna continued talking, which allowed Konoka to continue to ask questions as well. "And, what do you most prefer?" She asked, now that she had more material.

As they were pushing the odd rock upon itself, they brushed close enough together-

"This!" Kenna said, giving Konoka a peck on the cheek, before going back to their shared work.

"There's all sorts of ways to communicate out here, but certain nonverbal ones... I like those the best."

Konoka blinked, somewhat surprised at how brazen Kenna was, before giggling. Why was she surprised? Kenna had been very up front about this from the beginning!

"I see. So you communicate by touch," Her mood entirely playful, Konoka gave her a quick kiss right back, just to see what she thought of that.

"Right on!"

Kenna leaned into the return-kiss, pressing gently at that contact, then pressed just as intently on the rock in her hands.

"Now, the faster we get to the right size, the sooner we can mix our fun!"

While that meant one of them was likely to have a lap free, that might not have been clear from what Kenna was saying.

Oh, they can mix their fun? Curiosity piqued, Konoka returned to work, though she shared a slightly impish glance over at Kenna. These rocks, touched by her memories, took a bit more work now that her brain was being tugged in another direction, but she wasn't stopping, or giving up.

Konoka continued to gather more of her material, deciding to take this as motivation.

It wouldn't be too much longer before they were done; that was the benefit of snowballing effects, as well as that of having more than one pair of hands doing the work.

Once they were, Kenna directed Konoka to a spot not too far away, on somewhat more solid ground. And, with a cheeky grin, she directed Konoka to sit in her lap while holding the mold.

"You have all those feelings now, yeah? The key moments and all? Well, now's when you concentrate them into the rock! If you're musically inclined, humming tends to help that process too; it'll all light right up when it starts working."

Easy enough to act on... and Konoka could note this gave Kenna freedom to use her own hands how she liked. If Konoka wished, that was.

Now that the gathering phase had finished, Konoka could start to put everything together. Kenna had picked a spot where they could sit together, and the shorter traveler could nestle herself in the taller woman's lap. She sure wasn't complaining; Kenna's lap was surprisingly comfortable, and she snuggled in despite wanting to keep some modicum of respect and focus to her primary task.

Curves against curves would be far too distracting otherwise.

Drawing her memories to the forefront, Konoka began humming an old tune from her school. At the very least, she was now making sure to compress that material to its ideal form.

Kenna did manage to tone her intensity down once Konoka settled in; they were here for more than one reason, after all, and Kenna didn't want to mess it up for her new friend.

Every so often, the large ball would glow - then the glow itself would retreat inside the ball, allowing Konoka to feel it become more compact.

The glow was rhythmic, and relaxing despite her sustained focus. Kenna, for her part, was much less effected, as this was not her project to donate to.

She almost would have called that pulsing glow hypnotic, for all of the pure focus she held toward it. Awareness of anything other than her task before her, and the memories she needed to make them, were at a minimum. That being said, Kenna's touch was not unwelcome, and the fact that she felt so soothing made Konoka feel safe enough toward this focus.

She thought, during a small lull, to report to Kenna. "It's coming along, I think." Her voice was slightly low, a heavy whisper.

Kenna made an encouraging noise, pressing on Konoka's shoulders lightly.

"That's good," she said, her own voice a warm, low tone.

The further along Konoka got, the more she'd be able to sense the rock moving - rocking, ever so slightly.

"You're going to get cracks soon; that's perfectly natural," Kenna reassured.

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As Konoka continued to work her hands on the rock, pushing and compressing down, getting the rhythm of the glow, and then drawing upon her memories, she indeed started to see cracks. There was a fleeting moment where she felt panic shoot up her spine, but she eventually managed to catch on what was actually happening, and simply calmed herself back into the rhythm. She'd see this through, especially after coming this far!

Konoka would feel when the wayfinder was ready, before there were any visible signs.
But, right after that sense of rightness peeked through, the rock burst apart harmlessly - revealing a very colorful wayfinder indeed!

"Oooooh," Kenna breathed; parts of the wayfinder glowed, the colors ranging from reds to yellows to, of course, purple. Evidence of her past and present, mixed together, patterned less like the first one Konoka had seen and more like stars in the night sky - only much (relatively) larger.

Konoka felt, rather than saw, her little project come to completion. That sense came just at the right time, as the cracks reached a peak before shattering completely. In her hands was the waystone, her work gleaming in her hands.

"It looks amazing!" Konoka marveled, her voice low, but far above a whisper.

Now that Konoka didn't have to be totally focused on making the wayfinder, Kenna's arm made its way to rest on Konoka's stomach, right near the void-rock.

"The way it reacts to us, we tend to think of it sort of like a piece of our hearts, or minds or the like. So it's like you you can't be lost, now that you have one."

Kenna sighed happily. "Even when the void is fluid, it's a way of saying we can be steady, too. Constant in change."

And fun to touch!

"A piece of our hearts..." Konoka echoed thoughtfully, again gazing at the wayfinder glittering in her hand. "I guess that makes sense, for a wayfinder to enable me to uh, find my way."

Konoka leaned back to look at Kenna again. "So it's okay to not change too much, then?" It was something she thought about, from time to time, given how much her adventures had changed since she'd been called into the void.

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