Lovelocked & Airlicked: the Airlocked kink meme

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shamelessly ripped from the Dangan Roleplay Kink Meme

GUIDELINES/RULES:

1. All requests- smut, fluff, gen or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about Airlocked.
2. Fic and art fills are all good.
3. This is for all rounds of Airlocked. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?" and this includes "IC" requests from the canon Airlocked fandom all over the galaxy) are acceptable.
4. Stay anon because it's funner that way.
5. There's going to be enough dicks to go around we don't need you to be one too.
6. Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in Airlocked proper.
7. This is a judge free zone, however, I only ask that you be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.
8. If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact me. This is ultimately just for fun and I would hate for it to become upsetting for anyone.
9. Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut or anything out of their comfort zone.

Have fun, darlings! If any rules are violated please don't hesitate to to alert one of the mods.

 

 

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

What if eating Yurika's cooking in Week 6 made Xander too sick to do anything?

[(Anonymous)]

Xander was more than used to pulling all-nighters, even for consecutive days. That was what military duty did. So he was toughing it out, there with only a Puritan, an Overseer, and a PIP connection to a blackmailer for company, and trying to fight off the queasiness he felt.

That grey lump on a plate from the other day had to be to blame. Yurika tried, she really did, but maybe Xander shouldn't have accepted. He had needed to eat something, but it went down like toxic ash, and ever since then, Xander couldn't stomach anything else anyway. The snacks laid uneaten on the table and his head pounded. The PIP even had to shock him awake just before he received that message.

Kill Mr. White and end the lockdown? With his protests shut down, he had to try. Xander forced himself to his feet and carefully plodded to the teleporter.

An hour of pure willpower later, Xander staggered into the doorway of the dance studio. Bolton took a deep breath.

"So they had one after--"

He saw the other man falter and spun around only to watch Xander crash to the floor.

"...holy shit."

Self-preservation out the airlock with everything else, Bolton speed-walked and knelt by the prone Xander and checked him over. There was the message, right there on the PIP in that familiar smug tone that made Bolton's blood chill. He tabbed away from the mole message and turned Xander's PIP to the health monitor app. That done, he took a deep breath.

"Jane! Togami! I know you're having fun booby-trapping everything, but come here!"

The two of them were there as quickly as they could drag themselves in. Jane immediately knelt by Xander's other side, while Togami crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

"What is he doing here?" Togami's glasses glinted.

"Gosh, I don't know, but I feel like that awful AI must have set a trap!" Jane wrung her hands and bit her lower lip.

"It's not her," Bolton said. "Either way, PIP says it's sleep deprivation and food poisoning. We need to get him some rest. One of you, get some ginger ale from the bar. Someone watch Xander." He slipped the skate blade out of Xander's hand before the other two could notice and looked around for the nearest trash can.

The PIP shocked Xander again. He groaned to life with the sounds of Togami taking over delegation and Jane snapping back at him.