(old) event: The USS Centerpiece B -- Floor 31,721,363 | BYOAprho
Jim shifted in his chair. It was almost the end of alpha shift, and it couldn't come any sooner as far as he was concerned. His re-crossed his legs, the movement shifting the plug inside him against his prostate. And there was nothing he could do to stop that jolt of pleasure. Nothing he could do to keep the remote from being activated and setting
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It had been an experiment for him, a test, but he hadn't really expected the remote to be activated during his shift. Of course, there was the possibility that it might be--but it was enough to have that anticipation, to know that when alpha was over it would be waiting in his room for him, something to set apart the days as they shuttled through the galaxy on routine missions. It was just a day, he thought. Know one would know, and it was a way to find satisfaction, to challenge himself, without the impossibility of taking a lover on board.
Of course, that had all been shot down as an extremely stupid idea when the first wave hit, as he sat in his command chair with his legs neatly crossed and the plug squirming away within him. Its attentions had been intermittent and varied, which made it even worse. Jim's irritation rose with his sneaking and entirely physical ardor as shift progressed, not thinking it suitable to leave the bridge for such a reason, but extremely aware that something had gone wrong.
Perhaps equipment malfunction. One never knew. But as he strode--or rather, stalked--to his quarters, he had no idea what he might find. What he did know was that this failed experiment was going to end.
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Eventually, she laid out along the bed, holding the remote above her and tilting it this way and that, contemplating taking it apart to see if she couldn't increase the output. It was a curious device, indeed, and she lost herself in its study.
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A girl.
A woman, to be more precise, holding the remote with unabashed self-assurance.
"Lights, 50 percent," he said firmly. "Who are you?"
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"Is it important?"
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He glanced at the remote in her hand. So that was it. Did she have any idea what she was doing? She had to. What else would it have been for, her playing with it?
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It was enough of a draw, however, that she sat up properly, idly tapping at a button on the device, though it was obvious she gave it little concern. "Why would you call security?" She couldn't quite fathom him seeing her as a threat, especially if his being a captain were true.
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One didn't find a woman in one's quarters every day, holding the remote to the toy in your ass.
"I'll ask you again, madame: Who are you? How did you get here?"
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"I do not know," she answered honestly, finally looking away to glance at herself, holding one hand out in front of her and wriggling her fingers as though they were alien. "I was flying and then I was here, with this curious device, in a room as dark as space, in a body not my own. I was wondering if perhaps you had something to do with that." She pursed her lips. "I am the TARDIS, ship captain."
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"I didn't," he said. "And I'm not familiar with that name. TARDIS. I can check the--
"Wait. You said a body not your own?"
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The TARDIS shifted on the bed, watching Kirk intensely. "Did you bring me here?"
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He'd all but forgotten the toy, other concerns having taken over.
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He presumed--then again, there were beings who could do just that, if they willed it. He didn't think one of them would be accidentally here without knowing why, however.
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