( 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

[revlon]

[ He touches her and even through the sleeve of her shirt, her skin feels electrified. It's mortifying how much that simple contact makes her want to moan and she just about bites it back, breathes out in a sharp exhale instead, tries to rein herself in. Because it clicks now, of course — she wants him. She always has, but never this hungrily, never so all-consuming that she has a hard time focusing. She doesn't answer him because she's touching the hand resting on her before she even realises it, skating her fingers up along his arm, breathing quickening, until her hand comes to a rest on his chest, just above the wild pounding of his heart.

She can feel the heat rolling off him and she swallows hard, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. Softer, ]

I don't know if I'm all right. [ She should sound more concerned or alarmed than she does. Maybe there was something in the food. Maybe she was drugged and she doesn't remember when it happened. But those theories seem so inconsequential now, there and gone in a flash, because all Peggy wants is to draw him in closer to her, she wants to know what it feels like to have him pressed up against her skin, she wants — ] Come here. [ She leans up and into him, breath ghosting over his lips; she's too close, closer than she's ever been, and she whispers, ] Something's wrong.

[america]

Is there.

[ Steve's voice is quiet to match hers.

He feels like he should be a hell of a lot more suspicious about this too, about what's happening right now, standing in the middle of this corridor looking at Peggy like he wants to ravish her then and there, and everyone else be damned.

He tries to reign his desire back in, control his heart and - well, everything else - but he feels a little delirious, almost outside of himself.

It isn't easy and he doesn't want to control himself. He wants to give in because he's wanted this for a damned long time. He's tired of waiting and watching that chance fly by him.

His fingers wrap over her arm, the other one catching her by the waist to pull her in and close the rest of that distance. His mouth finds hers then; and there's no hesitation. ]

[revlon]

[ They've only kissed once before, a long time ago. And the adrenaline had been coursing through her veins, then, there had been no time to think — she'd just wanted to do that one thing before he chased after the Red Skull. For luck, maybe. Or maybe a part of her knew there was a possibility she wouldn't see him again. But whatever the case, their first kiss hadn't felt at all like this one. This one is — God, it's so much more.

He crushes her lips against hers and it's like fire at first contact; her nerves feel alight, a jolt that runs right through her and straight between her legs, and while she'd restrained herself earlier, she can't hold it back now — Peggy surges up into the kiss with an eager little moan, hand fisting into his clothes, dragging him down to her level. She's wanted this for so long. She's waited and dreamed and maybe this is all it took, some final push, to get through all the ridiculous manners and propriety that's stood like a wall between them.

— ah, walls. There's an idea. Peggy leans back against it so that Steve has no choice but to lean in with her and she arches up into him, instinctive; the kiss is a little messy, ragged, but there's no denying the desire in it or her voice when she groans against his mouth, ]

Steve, [ God, he feels so good pressed against her. But she wants him even closer. ] We've waited far too long.

[america]

Yeah.

[ Steve breathes the response, his brain short-circuiting somewhere between 'we have' and 'too long' and all that winds up being said is a small breath of agreement. His mouth finds hers again and again, like he wants to drink her in.

And he lets his fingers move away from her waist, roaming along her side, feeling the fabric of her blouse catch against the elastic of her brazier underneath, so that he's suddenly so very aware of what's happening, of who it's happening with.

It only makes him want her more.

His hands move back to her waist to find the hem of her blouse, seeking skin. ]

[revlon]

[ It's a lot less elegant than she imagined it would be, the pair of them crashing together like this after so long. The hunger is consuming, it means teeth and lips and tongue clashing, it means hands scrambling for purchase in their urgency to get to skin. Steve's are already exploring under her blouse and the rough heat of his palms send shivers down her spine like electricity.

Peggy, for her part, is trying to unbutton his trousers without looking. She's leaning up for another kiss, breaking away from his lips some heartbeats later to press them to the hollow of his throat — there, she can feel his pulse pounding, breathe him in. At some point, she's found a way to straddle his leg because they may still be clothed but that doesn't mean she ought to wait to chase what she wants; Peggy rocks against his thigh and moans against his skin, fingers curling into his clothes. ]