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NEW COMERS POST 1

Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: The first wave of newcomers arrive in the hospital.
Where: The Hospital, Center City
When: July 26
Warnings: Please tag any smut or triggers in the comment subject line.

The common room is just as brightly lit and white as the rest of the hospital. There are some scattered seats - large plush chairs and stiff looking couches, as well as wooden chairs at tables - and a TV blaring local soap operas in the corner. A few long tables are set up along the walls, each with a sign dangling down from the front to inform newcomers of what they can find here. Housing, job opportunities, and the Proxima Gamma Information Desk. Minus a few pamphlets about the unique attractions the island has to offer, there isn’t really that much of use on the last table. It’s clearly meant more for tourists than people who have been kidnapped.

Another set of tables hold a variety of snacks; fruits, vegetables, various candies, as well as a table with water, punch, and soda. No alcohol, unfortunately - this is a hospital, after all. You’ll have to leave to go find a bar for something stronger than that.

There’s not much place else to go - so come on in, settle down, and maybe find a familiar face, if you’re lucky.

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She giggled again, her lips parting in a playful grin as she couldn't help but be amused. Someone must have been on some terrible, deserted island or something. The thought of watching Kim shower came to her mind and she had to shelve it, push it away and remind herself it was a new world. Until she knew what was going on, a new leaf needed to be turned over. She didn't have the luxury of behaving like she had in that place...

Much.

"It's never too late for manners," she tittered in a tinny little voice. "And it's a hospital. Beds. Showers. Bathrooms. Scrubs. Strange talking heads on screens. All the comforts without terrible, revealing hospital clothes." Somehow, she half expected this conversation was getting shelved for a half-hour.

Chloe wasn't wrong, unless she wanted to follow Kim as she walked down the hallway looking for telltale restroom signs.

She passed a nurse and thought to momentarily ask questions, but for once, investigation was a secondary objective.

"Ah ha!" Kim announced to no one in particular when she found the doorway to what looked like a shared shower room. She half-walked half-stripped on her way to the shower controls.

Chloe was certainly more than willing to follow along, the bemused attitude flowing with her while she walked. As soon as she caught sight of what appeared to be a shared shower room, she actually breathed a sigh of relief. There wasn't any explicit reason that she needed to stay out of there, which meant it was socially acceptable at least in part.

Slipping inside, she caught sight of bits of clothing falling to the ground, saw glimpses of wires, metal, and her eyes simply took in the view, at least until the girl slid out of sight into it. "Is there more than one head?" she asked, undoing the cloak but not taking it off. She had less of a rush on this subject than someone else. Bathing wasn't a luxury on the island of Amat, thankfully.

Kim sort of jumped when she heard Chloe speak. Right! Other people continue to exist when you walk away from them!

"Uh, yeah, it looks like?" Kim said, noting that there did seem to be multiple heads in partitions. She walked past them to the disabled shower, which had a seat, and flicked the water on.

"Uuuuuh, oh my goooood," she said, just standing in the water flow for a second, before shutting it off and sitting down. Her limbs were largely water proof but it was best not to push it. She powered off and disconnected her legs and then arm, setting them on a shelf nearby, and then turned the water back on. She just laid back, letting the warm water strike her body. Heavenly.

Indeed, not only did other people continue to exist, but occasionally they didn't turn into deranged escher paintings following you around and moaning about getting left behind. What a concept! One of those not-escher paintings laughed at the sound of Kim relishing the flow of water and hung her cloak before pulling her clothes one by one. By about the time that she was finished disconnecting and starting the water up again, Chloe was disrobed and padding into the space.

She cast a discreet glance and it was hard not to appreciate, to enjoy a quick look before she was before another of the shower heads, flipping it on good and hot and letting it sluice down her pale, thin and lithe form. "You sound like you haven't had a good bath in ages," she murmured.

"I haven't. It's been... jeez has it really been months?"

Aw jeez, now that she was thinking about it, all the things that happened in Carvaka were flooding back. She remembered going into the fog... aw jeez, she hoped Accelerator was okay.

"Wait, so you're not from the wasteland then? You don't know about the Hedonists?"

"Mmmm, relish it and enjoy every minute of it then. There's nothing like a good shower after a workout." She let it flood over and slick her hair down, her eyes closing while she faced into the stream. The next words washed over her as well for a moment, the thought of them sort of unimportant. She'd heard the island called many things, but not 'the wasteland.'

When she spoke again, her head dipped just enough to not need to sputter. "I somehow doubt it, unless that's a colorful way to refer to the island. But I do have plenty of stories of hedonists to tell, if you've an ear."

Not that kind of hedonist, thank god.

"I mean like, alien duck thing hedonists. With reality bending mind powers. They ended the worlds. All of them. Allegedly."

Oh shit, that was a bar of soap. Oh man. It even smelled nice. The soap she'd made was pretty okay but it smelled like rotten meat. She picked it up and started the rub it on her body.

It smelled like rotten meat because they made it from the left over fat of rotten carcasses they cured by dehydrating meat with hydrokinesis. Someone added lavendar to this. It made all the difference in the world. She laughed rather openly at the description, though, shaking her head.

"Oh, I only wish I thought to call Atia a duck face, but no. She looked completely human, the bitch," she said. "I last spent a few years on the island of a goddess of sex as one of her many playthings. I almost envy you, baths or no baths."

"...huh."

She felt the side of her neck sting as she rubbed soap on the still fresh wound of the microchip injection, reminding her of the new situation. "We had to have sex in the wasteland too. To keep from fading away. It 'distracted' us so the hedonists could do their mojo.

"Have we stumbled into some bizarre sex-fueled collection of multiverses?"

"Distracted? Ugh, that's almost a worse line than 'have sex, or I'll choke you to death with a collar you can't remove.'" She sighed, looking up into the water while it spattered down, listening to the possibility, not thinking about the possibility for a second, and then considering it again.

"Maybe. Or it could be worse. I don't know. Did you live in this wasteland originally? I wasn't from Amat myself."

"No. I'm from Earth. An earth? I guess there's lots of them. Well, I mean I already knew that because I've messed with parallel timelines and time colonists and chased bears through space bridges, but... yeah." She kind of lost track of where she was going with that.

"Are there still lots of earths? Or are there lots of earths again? I don't think Mr. White Coat actually said we could go home after the 'experiment' was over, did he?"

"Mmmm, he didn't. I didn't listen. Going home is quite the death sentence, so I'm not sure if I'm in a hurry or not." Going for the soap, she started to lather a little, looking over at Kim with mild curiosity. Space bridges, bears? "You've certainly come from one of the more ... colorful worlds I've heard of at least. Mine is quite boring, as Earth goes, the pieces I still remember."

She thought about what it meant. They were both stolen to other worlds, and now stolen here. "And maybe these scientists are perverts too. Who knows?"

"Oh, that sucks."

Kim finally became aware that Chloe was sneaking glances at her, and started to turn a shade of red. For one she naked, but she also had taken off her limbs, so she was feeling extra vulnerable on top of that. But Chloe was naked too, so that kind of helped. And maybe she was being a perv by making this sexual? Like girls are supposed to go to locker rooms and that not be a thing, right?

Like now that she didn't have to have sex she could go back to being straight, and girls weren't supposed to turn her on?

"Oh, god," Kim thought, at the prospect of pervert scientists. "That would literally be the worst thing. They have cameras pretty much everywhere. Including-"

She gave the room a quick scan. "Yeah, there's a camera in here. Someone can see us."

She shivered, and covered her breasts reflexively with her arm.

Chloe glanced in the direction of the camera and her reaction was almost the complete opposite of Kim's. She stretched almost languidly, the bar of soap first plunging through the water and then held up over her head. It let suds run down her arms in little rivers, over her form while she turned, just right to show off... for both the camera and Kim.

She glanced over at her and grinned. "Don't be shy. Wave to the nice perverts. They are at least giving us a shower after all," she said, winking. She could see the shade of red there and her grin widened a fraction. Well, she certainly wasn't hiding her interest at this point. And yes, Kim's relative vulnerability did occur to her. It would be so easy to take advantage... and the reprisals would be quite real, she was sure.

"Want me to wash your back?"

Well the show was certainly something for Kim. Good job, Chloe. Her sexuality was all nice and confused again.

"Wash my-" Oh. Oh. No. No. Well. It was pretty hard to reach. It would be rude to say no when she was offering. You just want her to come closer. It would be rude to say no. "Uh, yeah, sure. If y-you want."

Edited 2015-07-29 05:00 (UTC)

Chloe did so delight in confusing sexuality when she had the chance. Really, getting to put her fingers on a pretty girl's body was a good enough excuse to get them all confused. She slid over, bringing the soap with her as she knelt behind Kimiko.

A bar of soap gently pressed to her shoulders and started to slide down while her fingers kneaded, her chest pressing up closely in the process. Her fingers ran along the lines all over her body, tracing the edges of metal. "Do I need to be careful of the parts while I wash?" she said, leaning her head over the woman's shoulder and simply enjoying any stammering she might be causing.

"N-no, it's all pretty durable and waterproof. Just, uh, make sure not to leave any soap deposits inside the ports."

The wires were subcutaneous, and while the skin was raised above them and they were marginally more sensitive than the rest of her skin, there was no danger of damaging them.

"I think I can manage that," she said, her fingers tracing along Kimiko's skin in a way that was definitively more erotic than it was intended to clean. Certainly, she was getting Kim's back clean eventually, but she was having far too much fun touching and feeling the little, subtle differences in the woman's skin while she leaned in closely enough that the heat of her body could be felt.

"I seem to recall you mentioned something about distractions... Tell me, am I distracting you right now?" she whispered as she ran a finger along the lines that radiated out of the small of her back. "I hope you'd tell me if I'm being too distracting."

"Definitely not... too distracting," she said. Definitely distracting enough that she forgot the cameras for a bit.

She was nice and aroused, feeling Chloe's hands exploring her body. She exhaled deeply when she felt Chloe lean in, imagining Chloe's breasts just barely hovering over her skin, nipples nearly grazing her back.

Oh, Chloe was starting to get into it again. She had a pretty girl entirely at her mercy. So much skin to touch, so many ways to make her moan, and the very thought that there was a camera on them was just exciting her more. Was someone watching them? Taking notes on a clipboard? Studying their interactions? How easy it was to fall to this again? Or were they pleasuring themselves, praying they kept going?

Her hands fanned down, running over kim's body while her back arched and her small breasts pressed up against the other woman. She had a lithe, thin and very modestly apportioned body. Very little softness was there, save in the way that she touched her. Her lips hovered less than an inch from the woman's skin, right at the nape of her neck. While her chest pressed in, she whispered softly, "Tell me if it gets too much. Wouldn't want you to overheat."

None of Kim's cybernetics were prone to overheating during heigtened activity, and they were all capable of handling the head the human body could throw at them (otherwise she'd be in real trouble the first time she got a fever), but she suspected that Chloe probably meant that figuratively.

Probably.

"That was, figurative, right?" she said, just making sure. It would bug her if she didn't ask, even as Chloe's hands roamed her body and she squeeked when Chloe pressed herself against Kim's back. She gripped the rail of the seat for balance and to try to distribute the sensations Chloe was creating all over.

"Quite so," she purred, her fingers reaching around very carefully, running along Kim's shoulderblade until they crested and brushed over the collarbone. It was there that a strange mix of sensations came, just as they trailed down over one of her breasts. For a second, there were hints of biting cold at the tips of her fingers. Frost etched there and then melted away before any pain could exist. Hot and cold fluttered over her fingers and she nipped at Kim's earlobe.

"I don't specialize in heat, after all."

"Aaaah~" she cried. Wow that was different. Different good. Different awesome.

"How... are you doing that?" she really wanted to know the mechanism.

"A gift that I learned in that strange island," she whispered right up into her ear. The palm in front of Kim turned to block the flow of water for a moment. Those little rivulets on her palm froze and pooled, starting to form a cube. "The god of death there gave them to me as part of my service... for a price. They can be so much fun at times."

Said the girl now lightly brushing an ice cube along Kim's throat before it melted away, her other hand starting to run around to her belly as her back pressed in close.

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shit she's onto us Latroma

That she is. Chloe's getting suspicious too.

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CW: sexy times

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