Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss

[affections]

Date & Time: various.
Location: various.
Characters: Jules & whatever poor soul she inflicts herself on. Lisbeth, Stanley, Pepper, Vanadi & Jim, more to be added through the next couple of weeks.
Summary: EVERYTHING and just trying to avoid spamming the log comm tbh
Warnings: Jules. Morning after glow, possible discussion of people eating and death. (Not... in the same thread. I hope...)
Note: Prose or action are totally cool with me, answer with whatever you prefer noble threaders. Thread starters will be added in the comments.

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[captains]

[Unlike his other two companions, most of Kirk's scars are internal, and very little actually scratches the surface of his skin. If nothing else, Bones has always been thorough. And it isn't as if the opposite being true for them is any sort of deterrent. He thinks he's more than proved that last night.

Kirk has always considered himself an explorer and investigating the unusual is a hobby of is, even if this is a rather unique manifestation. Like the others, he's feeling particular languid and not wanting to move]

I might also be a little bit offended that orange juice is your what would make us your favourite.

[They'd worked so hard, after all :[]

[affections]

( Jules laughs a little, at that, shifting a little so that she can look at Jim from where she's using his abdomen as a pillow. ) Oh, trust me. You've both achieved flying colours. My two favourite men in Exsilium, without even the tiniest shadow of doubt. Not even a little shade of doubt.

( And that's a pat to his chest, lest he need further reassurance. Her other hand is idly smoothing Vanadi's hair - that would be her leg. She's really enjoying this tangle. ) Sadly, the kitchen. You would have to venture through the many realms of domesticity to win your prize, and possibly do battle with Lisbeth, if she's not yet had her morning coffee.

( So very, very grave. )

[implying]

Mm... I've no idea where I last saw my clothes, [ oh what a lie, his robobrain has that information down pat ] but I nominate our dear Jim as the better sight in the nude, between the two of us. A close race, I know, but I'm feeling generous.

i didn't forget you, my sexy friends. i am the latest, sorry

[captains]

[He cards his fingers through her hair, mostly out of amusement] In that case- I guess we'll be wanting a repeat performance.

[He laughs, because- Frankly, he'd do the walk in the nude. He plans not to leave the bed for awhile, and to not remained clothed when he gets back into it- Might as well cut out the middle segment] It's not that generous. Both of you would have to get off me first.

HAPPENS TO THE BEST OF US, we can always handwave if you chaps prefer? c:

[affections]

Mm. Well, that's certainly a possibility. Encores are practically a tradition.

( And they are clearly a trio who hold tradition and such things in high esteem. )

Both of you make very compelling points. ( Humming, as she mulls that over. ) I wonder if any of the others have their device on them.

( Although, that would mean finding her device. Life is so hard, and this pile of men is so comfortable. ) Now I know where Shakespeare got the inspiration for his tragedies.