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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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NSFW

[deuceoftears]

[Continued from here]

Jedao curls a little closer as he reaches down, so that Eiffel can feel against his hip that Jedao is hard too. He pops the button on Eiffel's pants with one quick mothpull rather than fiddle with trying to unfasten it with his fingers. He slides his hand in and gives Eiffel a lazy, easy stroke.

"Keep talking to me, baby," he murmurs, still with just a little edge of an authoritative tone.

Re: NSFW

[littletonoidea]

The sense of Jedao's own erect length against him makes him fucking twitch, and Jedao's hand will already find him rock-hard and leaking, and his eyes roll squeeze shut as his hips jerk into Jedao's easy touch.

"God I missed your mouth," he murmurs back immediately, pure stream-of-consciousness. "I-I was so worried I wouldn't get to- to kiss you again, you're really nice and I like it and I didn't wanna scare you off by coming onto you but I missed you-" And he cuts off into another keening whine as he arches. He's close, so close, if Jedao wasn't teasing him with that achingly gentle pace.

audio

[cactusy]

Hey, Space Ace. Tell me a story.

audio, sibs channel

[conning]

[SOMEONE is also wide awake.]

Yeah, Space Ace. Tell us a story.

[helluvamess]

[There is a letter piece of paper taped to Eiffel's door. It's clearly been ripped out of a notebook or something and someone has drawn a few horses on it - there's a red and white one that looks a bit like Blitzø, a tiny little pink and black one, and a brown one with an arrow and 'eyefel' written over the arrow.]

thank u fore the halp getting a palliss palys
magic horse

[verticalwall]

[ after this, Allan is knocking on Eiffel's door very very loudly, tears in his eyes and a pair of burnt blue flip-flops in his hand. ]

I want to go home.

[littletonoidea]

What-? Dude!

[It's alarm at the acrid smell of burnt plastic, but also deep concern for his inmate.]

Get in here-- what happened? [As he wraps an arm around Allan's shoulders to help him inside and get him to the couch.]

text;

[boltactions]

You're Allan's warden, right?

Re: text;

[littletonoidea]

Sure am, but you can call me Eiffel for short. What's up?

text

[cactusy]

how many people do you think ended up in each other's sex dreams?

Re: text

[littletonoidea]

i try not to think about it

i don't think my sex dreams have very universal appeal

april, after the flood, pincer maneuver activate

[reformedsinner]

After dinner, Hakkai slides neatly into the spot to Eiffel's right as he's walking down the corridor, flashing him a brief, sunny grin.

"You don't happen to be busy tonight, do you?" he inquires.

Re: april, after the flood, pincer maneuver activate

[deuceoftears]

Jedao falls in on Eiffel's other side.

"Cause you are busy tonight," Jedao whispers, conspiratorially. "With us."

audio;

[blondfragility]

Hi Eiffel! What does Allan like?

Re: audio;

[littletonoidea]

Holy shit, Ken?! I thought you were still in a coma!

text

[cactusy]

why isn't your hot commander here

[Shaw, no]

Re: text

[littletonoidea]

I dunno, why is anyone here. There are so many goddamn kids right now.

[voidmath]

It's early in the morning, and Kujen has just been murdered twice in the span of about five minutes.

He drifts through the strange station, seeking an anchor. He finds himself worryingly repelled by the doors of all things. He's a ghost, a revenant, and for him to remain here at all but be barred from specific areas suggests an extremely delicate level of calendrical control. Control which seems at odds with his first bedmate's immediate violent reaction. The more doors are barred to him, the more worried he gets. When he finds a shockingly primitive room that nevertheless allows him to pass through and contains a living human, even a scruffy barbarian, he takes the opportunity, sinking into the man's sleeping mind, observing his dreams, waiting for him to wake.

[littletonoidea]

It's difficult to say how much Eiffel is aware of Kujen's presence, in his sleep. His dreams are a pile of nonsense, stupid movie scenarios in wild arrangements and more often than not starring someone-who-may-or-may-not-look-like-but-has-the-undeniable-presence-of-Jedao or Hakkai.

And his mind is... strange. Not inhuman, but having been undoubtedly touched by it previously, reshaped to better fit information that's not designed for human minds; information locked away in his subconscious, doors left unlocked but not open, almost like a filter system.

after the event

[verticalwall]

Eiffel. Eiffel. Eiffel. Eiffel. Eiffel. Eiffel. Eiffel. Eiffel. Eiffel. Eiffel.

[ Allan is right outside his door. ]

Re: after the event

[littletonoidea]

[There's a loud clunk from inside as Eiffel unlocks the door, and it takes a moment to open because he's making sure to stand back and not get a full mouthful of Allan leaning into his personal space right off the bat. He looks a bit shaggier today, but he's still Ready for Allan's Bullshit.]

You know, you only need to say it three times to summon me. What's up?

[tarakan]

[ look, they've got to talk about the "Ken made a post asking how to be a better boyfriend and inwardly Hilbert's hoping said boyfriend is Allan, otherwise Allan's gonna have a REAL BAD TIME" of it all. but first, ]

Did you know Ken and Allan's Barbie knows quantum physics?

[littletonoidea]

Did you know Allan thinks he and Ken are married now?

The morning after "put our service to the test" flood

[deuceoftears]

[The call comes from Jedao's communicator, but the video shows both Jedao and Hakkai, lying down in bed, snuggled up together.]

Hey, hero.

You did so good.

[littletonoidea]

[Jedao's face gets an immediate, broad grin out of Eiffel.]

Welcome back, big guy! I just did what I could, it was nothing.

text

[cactusy]

hey, loser

Re: text

[littletonoidea]

takes one to know one

A week or two after the Guests flood!

[deuceoftears]

[Jedao has been even more handsy and flirty since fucking him. Jedao sidles up and gives one of Eiffel's curls an affectionate-possessive sproing.]

Hey there, pretty.

Re: A week or two after the Guests flood!

[littletonoidea]

[The extra touchiness and extremely busy week has blurred the lines a little on what to expect from affection now, but the little tug just makes him grin, and he leans to give Jedao a quick kiss on his hair.]

What's up, big guy?

audio; silent hill day 5, walkie talkie

[cactusy]

This is so dumb.

[Her voice is worn and a little scratchy, but look, she's hanging in there!]

post flood!

[tarakan]

I have good news for Allan and better news for you.

Re: post flood!

[littletonoidea]

I dunno, it's gonna be hard to beat Allan's hype when he gets that ball rolling. Hit me doc, what's the verdict?

[verticalwall]

[Allan is practically racing to Eiffel's door, barely avoiding tripping on his sandals as he reaches the cabin and begins to knock, incessant and unrelenting. ]

[littletonoidea]

[Jesus Christ, Allan.]

Okay, opening the door so you don't punch me in the face in three, two, one!

[And he opens the door, still taking a healthy step back as he does just in case.]

Hi, Allan.