RECYCLEDCRAFT: Space Sex Mystery?

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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.

Comments

(frozen comment) For Enki | A Certain Un-Named Voidcraft

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After enough time at the void hub base, waiting for its voidtreckers to get better, for the rest to be found, for the limiter to be taken off-

Somehow, it had tired of waiting. It wasn't used to being tired. Hadn't known it could get tired firsthand. (It had learned, or re-learned, very many things over the past two years.)

And so it had left, not paying much attention as to where so long as it was out.

There were downsides to such reckless travel in the void - it had known all of them, and no longer care, or so it thought to itself.

And now, for better or worse (worse), it had crashlanded on a world for which it had not bothered to scan for a system number.

It was alone, partially buried under foliage, but that was fine.

Everything was f;n3.

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There was an odd resonance, in this part of the woods. An aura, as of someone trying very hard to avoid all notice, but with such force that it left an impression on the surrounding space anyway.

There was hurt, deep hurt, embedded in the very ground. But apart from that, there were no physical effects tied to it. Nothing wilted, or eroded, it was just... uncomfortable.

Quite uncomfortable. Maybe even eerie. And there wasn't anything apparent that could cause it, short of coming close enough to find out if there was something cloaked under the oddly disturbed foliage.

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Even before this point, Enki had been struggling with a growing suspicion that he'd started picking on the emotions of those around him some time after he'd been captured. It wasn't a comfortable thought, especially not with the timing, so he kept shoving it back. It was impossible after all. He was Rihan, not Thæs, after all.

Right now, for once, he wasn't getting wrangled into assignments for the Republic. With Hakeev dead and the Tal Shiar scattered in the aftermath, maybe he'd have some time to breathe. He hadn't wanted to be a fighter, or a spy or... any of that. He'd wanted to be a Veterinarian, and one thing he always was, was alert to the wildlife around him. So when he entered a spot that wildlife seemed to be avoiding. He paused. He wasn't sure why they were other than the general impression of hurt, of trying to disappear. Was there an injured predator out here? But getting those feelings without seeing anything was... strange. They hadn't found any animals with psionic leanings on Mol'Rihan yet, but until recently the world had been overwhelmed by radiation, and if species had evolved to eat the radiation, it seemed entirely reasonable that other mutations could have occurred.

He took a deep breath in and out before plunging into the discomfort, grateful he'd decided to take this walk without Roj. (Primarily because the wildlife was less likely to approach him with the Targ at his side, and he wanted to interact with more of the animals here than just the Epohhir.) It meant he didn't have to make her plunge through this feeling too. As he did he started to broadcast, it was a subtle thing, done entirely on an instinctive level that he didn't even know he did. It wasn't words, it wasn't even exactly a full emotions, but rather an impression. He wouldn't hurt whoever or whatever was hurt, he was here to help.

He hadn't seen anything yet, or even any recent prints, but the animal could be avian. There was a spot of disturbed foliage that earned his attention. Maybe? Maybe whatever this was had passed this way. "Hello?" he asked softly, uncertain. If something was in earshot, maybe he could coax it into the open.

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Enki's presence was... not unexpected; it had committed no scans of this world on the way in, after all.

Which meant being alone was not entirely preventable. Further, it didn't want to answer for itself whether it wanted company or not. And so, rather than increasing the negative affect, or dropping the effect entirely and seeing if it could actually be located...

The aura held steady. It was possible to push through it further, if Enki kept trying, but no verbal or physical response seemed forthcoming.

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Honestly, if the aura had shifted for the worse, Enki might have backed off. He was operating on the assumption this might be a hurt animal, and one reason he did as well with predators as he did was he paid attention and respected their cues. But since it didn't change, he felt safe enough to continue his approach, heading for the disturbed spot of foliage slowly, speaking softly, not expecting to be understood, but hoping his voice was at least soothing. "It's okay, I just want to help. I'm not gonna hurt you..." It occurred to him this could be a person rather than an animal, which gave him pause, but only for a moment. If someone was hurt it was just as important to help however he could.

He could see... something under the foliage and pushed it aside, shifting pretty rapidly into confusion. He still wanted to help whoever or whatever was broadcasting, but also... "What is this?" he mumbled to himself, distracted from his effort to offer comfort.

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The intent was easier to read than words, in this state; it didn't care to filter by language at the moment.

But one thing that had held on the way in was the cloaking; there was nothing for Enki to see, even as it became apparent that something was exuding that aura, that pain.

It couldn't block touch, however, and if he reached out, there was the sensation of cool metal, apropos of almost nothing.

To this, it tried to withhold all reaction, even flinching.

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Honestly a cloaked... something or other was less surprisingly on Mol'Rihan than a psionic aura. He didn't mean to touch the metal, but his hand brushed it as he moved brush to the side and he raised an eyebrow. Not an animal then. Someone's cloaked shuttle maybe? Could they even hear him if they were inside? Maybe not, but... if they could broadcast, maybe they really were picking up his intent right back. So another attempt wouldn't hurt.

"I umm, I know you don't want to be disturbed, and I uh, I'm sorry I did. I won't try to get in." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "But my name's Enki and if you change your mind, I'm here to help."

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This time there was a flinch, specifically when Enki apologized.

The impression it left in the aura around it was akin to a cat pulling down its ears flat. The lack of hiss was more out of a desire not to make noise than from any lack of dislike.

At least there was no attack paired with that kind of reaction.

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And Enki backed up immediately at that aura, holding his hands up as if in a gesture he was safe. He didn't leave the area exactly, very concerned for whoever this was... and for the wildlife if they didn't leave or calm down. But with an animal that was a sure-fire sign to give them some space, so he would. He took a seat on the ground not too far away, leaning back against the tree and starting to hum a soft tune. It wasn't anything in particular, but more of a mix of the parts of multiple songs that got stuck in his head. Some more rhythmic and at the lower end of his range, but others more comfortably in his range that followed minor scales.

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Getting space seemed to work, though its own sense of where Enki was did not dim even with distance.

The music, however... it wasn't soothing its stress, but it wasn't discordant or unpleasant humming either.

It opted merely to observe, which was admittedly a step up from trying its damnedest to wall off all input.

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Observing was okay in Enki's book, so he remained, his presence a spot of calm within the pain the being broadcast. He could be patient, he'd helped out hurt animals enough to know that patience was often the only thing you could do. Don't push too hard or you'll get hurt. But don't back down entirely without at least knowing the animal would be okay. While whoever this was seemed a bit more person than animal, well, the method seemed the same. If they wanted him to leave, they could tell him, and if they didn't want to do that, increasing their threat level the way they had earlier would do the trick, honestly.

While he didn't stop humming, he did shift into meditation, it would make lingering here at least a little less uncomfortable for him. The shift into meditation seemed to increase his own presence a bit, let his own aura spread out, admittedly without the same strength. He wasn't here to hurt anyone and he'd help if he could, but even if not he was Here.

(frozen comment) I feel like this should have a content warning but not sure of the exact word.

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The reaction to the meditation was automatic; Enki would be better able to perceive the presence that had arrived.

The most prominent traits he could perceive now were size and sheer, frightening depth, echoes of a void unlike space and very volatile for it. Shape did not carry, and there was no sense of a name, but it appeared 'predator' wasn't the wrong word to use either.

Without tethers, there was nothing to link it to a particular person or world - but, consequently, that also meant it was harder not to perceive the emotion around it. To not, in its capacity as a voidcraft, crave the energy that came with certain inhabited worlds or the people that lived on them. The essence that both shaped the void in its full scope, and yet held the worst of the void's terrors at bay.

As soon as it became aware of this hunger's resurgence, however, it mentally retreated, fast.

Enki would get the sense of something curling in on itself, practically hyperventilating.

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The sensation of the depth of a void stunned Enki, though the being's hunger less so. This was... so much more than he'd realized when he'd approached. He hesitated a moment decided to take a chance. If he could pick up so much from the being, what could they pick up from him? So he actually focused his presence a bit. Whatever this being was... he was worried for them, but he wasn't afraid of them. And he truly wanted to help, however he could. What memories or sensations of comfort he could think of he brought to the surface, in hopes that the general air could aid with the being's fear.

Perhaps he should have been scared, but the way the being recoiled at the hunger? That told him they would work very hard to avoid harming others. Which... maybe that explained why it hid? Maybe it wasn't just afraid of being hurt.

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The voidcraft did not immediately acknowledge the attention, even with his intent to calm at the forefront.

More emotions flashed through, violent colors in an internal storm. Memories of hatred, confusion, disgust, all directed towards it.

Over actions that were not its fault.

Over actions that were its fault, but as controllable as a mere function of existing.

If Enki looked closely at these memories, the being would take notice in turn... but if he refrained, it would feel more like watching fireworks in a prism: loud, colorful, but not directly dangerous.

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Enki wasn't exactly trying to pry. He was Rihan, he respected privacy. But he had his own memories wrapped in hatred, some from others, some from himself. So that tiny bit of connection kept him there, drew him just that bit closer to see the memories for what they were without meaning to.

I'm sorry. A whisper of a thought. Not an apology. Sympathy.

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This time, there was a hiss.

Anger

Betrayal

Violation

The source of which was part memory, part here-and-now.

NOT TO BE TOUCHED.

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Enki pulled back from the memory as soon as he could, even without the hiss, the moment it started he knew it was something the being hadn't meant to share. And he wouldn't have consciously tried to view it. It left him rattled and the reaction just made it worse.

"I crossed a line. I-I'm sorry." And he was, that feeling of remorse coupled with resolve not made it over with the thought. Now that he knew, he could avoid watching for too long and getting pulled in. He certainly wouldn't want a stranger viewing his memories, much less ones tied to that level of fear and pain.

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Unfortunately, one memory called to another, and even without Enki trying to look, it couldn't make itself look away.

From every disparagement, every punch to the engine wall that had been in vain, every time its perspective was badly mangled or interpreted, every time it had tried- tried - to help.

There was a maelstrom of feeling going on, now, one that it could not seem to stop - and without anyone to tether to, with the ability to tether taken from it, it felt altogether too much like drowning.

Instead of hissing, the not-noise transitioned to something more like crying.

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Enki didn't look at any memories, didn't let himself, and it took some level of effort not to. But he couldn't avoid the feelings coming off the being.

What he could do, however, was offer his own back. He'd already confirmed that the being could pick up from him. So he continued his effort to broadcast comfort. Some was pure emotion. He wouldn't pry further, even accidentally if he could help it, but he would be here. But also, memories, vague, more hints of them, sensations like warm sun, leaning against an animal who trusted him, even hugs from friends. More than that, he could be stable, maybe he wasn't always, but right now, the being seemed to need something stable.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything you've been through. I can't understand it all, but I am here. I'm not going anywhere."

And if the being kept spiraling, he would give a mental Tug. He didn't doubt it was risky, but he didn't know what else to do.

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The sense of want, the craving, crashed right up against the fear and self-hatred.

It was at war with itself, and this time, there was noise: a train horn blasted, once, and in its echo there was silence as it had taken itself by surprise.

In the wake of that shock, it slowly spread its awareness out again.

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That noise broke Enki out of meditation, and he covered his ears, sucking in his breath and holding his hands there for a moment as he recovered from the sound.

"Are...are you alright?" Even though he spoke aloud and didn't resume meditating, he continued wrapping the words in emotion and intent as best he could.

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There came a much softer noise, a hiss of steam - what good was keeping quiet now, after that outburst - but no words followed.

It was easily enough read as a sigh, and a sign of tiredness as well.

I am alone.

I want to be alone.

I don't know how to be alone.

That simply wasn't how it was built to function.

Enki would get the sense that, even if it wasn't in the mood to speak, it wasn't going to go anywhere in a hurry.

That aura of hurt had shrunk a little, however, which was as much a sign of progress as any.

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Enki was quiet for a moment at that. "Do you want me to leave? I can if it's better. But I'm also willing to stay and just give you some more space or to listen."

He couldn't help but worry. With what he had glimpsed and the spiral into pain. He didn't know if being alone would even help. Maybe this wasn't his concern, but he was... not good at turning away from someone or something in pain.

(frozen comment) This is going to be a multi-day effort! (People will ICly come looking, but not for A While.)

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The still-invisible shape seemed to almost sink into the floor of the woods - but something held it back.

Would prefer... some time, before next interaction.

It could try cutting down the radius of the aura in the meantime.

'Try' being the keyword.

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Enki considered that and then nodded. The physical gesture might not carry over, but hopefully the intent would. "I need to exercise Roj anyway, But I'll be back later, ie?" He wasn't entirely sure about leaving the being on their own, but at the same time, he kind of doubted most others would disturb them. It wasn't like this was particularly close to the settlement being worked on.

There was the matter of the earlier whistle, which had been loud enough others had likely heard it. But he could tell those most likely to investigate that that he was working on it. He didn't know if any of them would make it past the aura, but better to save them and this being both the discomfort of the attempt.

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While the name 'Roj' held no significance to it, it could understand that Enki understood what it had been trying to convey.

For now, though, while voidcraft could not sleep, it would at least try and rest.

Even a new day arising could not erase the troubles on its mind, however.