( OPEN ) something's gotten out and into the airvents

[spaceling]

WHO • everyone!
WHERE • all over the ship
WHEN • august 6-9
WHAT • level 4 becomes accessible and something escapes that makes everyone's emotions go haywire.
WARNINGS • possible non/dub-con warning for sex, drunkenness and general emotional affect



on level 1, especially the bridge, characters will feel sleepy, cuddly and comfortable.
on level 2, especially near the mess hall, characters will feel drunk.
on level 3, characters will feel aroused.
on level 4, there will be no apparent effect on characters.
on level 5, characters will feel exceptionally sad.

the strength of the effects can range from mild to all-consuming, at the discretion of each player. the effects on the character will last while characters are in the area, with all areas having the aforementioned effects for three days, after which they'll dissipate as though nothing had ever happened at all.

Comments

[selection]

LEVEL 2 • OPEN

[ a man has got to eat. solo is almost out of food salvaged from the alien ship that had docked, which means back to terrible mess hall fare. he hates everything about it, but usually he manages to complain with poise and elegance in his bearing, or so he'd like to think.

today, he's pouting. flat out pouting. ]

All of this is really quite awful. [ he says, words slurred just so. ]

LEVEL 3 • OPEN

[ solo's rooms are on the third level. they're large enough, not warm or well-lit and not offering many luxuries beyond some semblance of privacy and space. he survived the war; he'll survive this, too. perhaps with no less complaining, but that's another matter entirely.

today, he wakes not with any complaints on his mind but need burning under his skin, more consuming than anything that he's felt in a long time. it makes it difficult to think, difficult to assess whether it's normal or not. arousal is not an unfamiliar sensation, but usually there's a reason for it.

he doesn't remember his dreams.

when he leaves his room, his suit does not sit as immaculately as usual, the lines of it ruined by a sizeable erection that he can't seem to will away. no dream could do this much.

he knocks on illya's door with every intention of pointing out that something very strange is going on here, except when his partner opens the door, solo leans in to and fits his lips over illya's without a single word spoken.

alternatively: solo could run into your character on the corridors of level 3. ]

LEVEL 3 - because i KNOW WHAT IM ABOUT HERE

[razh]

[ they had agreed, in not so many words, that having rooms on the same level of the ship would be more efficient. that way, in case of any sort of issue that could arise, they would be close enough to provide assistance. aid. help. it has been something of a relief, knowing that with each day that passes that they're still locked in whatever game this is supposed to be, at least he's not alone.

today, however, it's having something of the opposite effect.

see - illya has had trouble sleeping since they appeared on this...whatever it is. something about being cooped up, held here, has kept an uncomfortable energy under his skin.

today, though, he wakes up with that energy, which in itself isn't strange - but there's something different. a kind of burning, a kind of need. he immediately takes stock of what's happened, what could have possibly changed, but he comes up with nothing. so he tries to get up, he tries to work out some of the stress, but it doesn't help. if anything, it makes him more uncomfortable, and after a futile few minutes he ends up abandoning the idea to pace around his room.

should he go talk to solo? maybe it's an effect of the ship? his gut tightens at the idea of seeing the other man - probably already dressed, probably lounging comfortably around his room, probably... illya's throat is suddenly very dry, and he shakes his head, trying to clear it.

no. going to solo would be a bad idea at this point. he needs to get better control over what's happening to him now, and then he can go to the other for more information.

except that's when the knock on the door happens, and illya - desperate for any kind of distraction from his mental image of the cia agent, moves quickly towards the door. ]

Yes? [ he doesn't see who it is at his door until solo is pushing through it, kissing him without a warning of any kind, and illy'a body keens into the feeling - his hands shooting out to grab at solo's sides and pull him closer, in through the door and letting it close.

the kiss is consuming, and illya kisses back, his body curling into the sensation and feelings almost as if that insatiable burn has both lessened and grown. it's a few seconds before he pushes napoleon - not gently - back against the wall with a hard shove, his arm across solo's chest to hold him in place, and his hips pressed close, keeping him pinned against the wall. ]

What- [ he growls out, his brow a hard line. ] -are you doing?

HELL YEAH

[selection]

[ it's efficient, they've agreed, and neither has used the word relief or comfort. they're not in need of comfort, now, are they? fully grown men, agents, self-sufficient, strong —

right now, solo is very much feeling in need, though comfort isn't quite the word he'd use for what he needs. illya's lips are soft under his at first, and then his partner kisses him back and he's being pulled closer. pleasure sparks along his body and his eyes close of his own accord as he moans into the kiss. he moans, too, when illya presses him against the wall and follows him, keeping him pinned.

it's — it's undignified and it's a loss of control that he should hate, that he does hate, but it also feels impossibly good and he wants, needs illya so much closer. ]

I think [ he manages, swallowing dryly and licking his lips. he tries to tell himself that he's not chasing the last of illya's taste there. he tries. ] I think there's something wrong.

[ he drags in a breath, hips inching forward despite his best intentions, pressing insistently against illya's. the pressure almost makes him moan again. ]

LISTEN IM HERE FOR A REASON AND ITS GOING TO HAPPEN

[razh]

[ comfort is not possible when they're being held hostage. no matter the lies they have out before them, or the situation at hand - they are being contained for a reason, and they needed to be prepared to survive. that is, obviously, the only reason they're on the same floor. the only reason illya connects with solo on any level about their experience. they're partners, they're going to do their work together.

except that solo moans under his mouth, and it sends all kind of shocks down the back of illya's spine. his body arches into it, maybe a bit more than necessary when that second sound escapes the cia agent.

solo licks his lips, and illya can't take his eyes away from the way his tongue moves. the way it moves across his lips. that burning under illya's skin ignites even hotter as they stand here like this, pressed against each other but not touching. ]

Did you- [ he swallows thickly, setting his jaw as he has to tear his eyes away from solo's mouth. ] Did you feel it? When you woke up? [ he feels solo arch into him, and he has to grind down on his teeth to keep the sound inside his throat. he's losing control, he's been trained better than this, he can handle whatever kind of drug they've apparently released on the ship.

but can solo? ] It has to be the ship.

gOOD

[selection]

[ solo is not very good at resisting temptation. more often than not, he doesn't even try. instead, he'll give in and pretend as though it's precisely what he wanted all along. it is, in a way, isn't it? otherwise he would hardly be tempted. over the years, he's cultivated the art of being unashamed, of pretending that he is in more control than he is.

even that is failing him now. illya swallows, staring at him, and solo has to fight to keep in a noise that would betray just how desperate he feels, how needy. ]

Yes.

[ he felt it when waking up. he feels it now, too. and it has to be the ship, illya's right about that, because of course solo's noticed that illya is an attractive man, he isn't blind, but it's not an itch he's thought to scratch before today. (it anyone should see him come undone, he's not sure whether it's better or worse that it be his partner.) ]

Maybe — it's something we need to get out of our systems.