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)]

Jane settles into her post as the Temerity's new communications officer. Learning alien languages from the Doctor in case they figure out how to remove the PIPs, getting accustomed to the radio, sending hate to SurvivHeir shippers in code, anything!

[(Anonymous)]

There's a sigh, and an impatient tap of a pencil end against the table as a notebook of pigeon phrases sits half-completed in front of her. The Doctor meant well, Jane knew he did, but when you're trying to learn different languages with a device attached to your body that translates everything for you, it just makes more sense to wait until the thing's taken off before you start. Still, he insisted, and while Japanese or whatever the people of Nohr might speak seemed like a better option, to ensure that everyone would be able to communicate with each other, today's work was on pigeon.

"Oh, he must still be salty about the birds in the greenhouse," Jane says to herself, adjusting the headphones on her ears and reaching over to tune the radio. Every once in a while, when the channel she was on began to give her nothing but soft static, she'd change it to something else to see if there might be any gossip on the airways about the location of their "dead" companions. So far, they'd gotten some interesting leads from listening, but nothing direct or concrete. There's a whine, a flash of gibberish-

"-Stardate 8-5-7; we've made progress on our journey towards-"

"-Just add one perthon of butter, dearie, and your Space Peking Duck will turn out marvelously-"

"-That's the spirit, buddy, you'll be celebrating-"

"-Drabnar, I swear, if I have to listen to another of your creepy LifeWife rants, I'm gonna expunge my nutrition pellets out of my olfactory canals, I will be THAT pissed!"

Jane feels her blood run cold at the nickname. It was...one of the more common names for herself she'd heard flung around, and more often than not, it was accompanied by vehement wishes for her to step on various alien appendages and participate in various kinks that she can't even visualize properly. Her fingers pause on the dial and her brow furrows as she listens closer.

"Fakrenza, you just don't GET it! Ever since the post-season content got pulled from air, what else am I supposed to do? How will I ever find out what becomes of the funniest pitch romance this side of the sector? My feels are unending!"

"Your feels are opinions that are disgusting, dude. Get a real date and stop pining over a human! Isn't she technically underage for both you AND The Togami?"

"As if that means anything to true love, 'Renz! Eugh, why do I keep forgetting how conspiracy-theorist the MaidStrongs are? She's just an actress anyway, and the best one Airlocked! has ever picked up, you can't deny that!"

Ooh, so this is THAT kind of conversation. Jane grits her teeth and grabs the radio's microphone, hands shaking.

"Can you really deny how fishy things got at the end, Drab? The whole cast looked HORRIFIED when they landed at the Space Luxor and got mobbed by the paparazzi! And Jane wouldn't let any fan take a single Temerity shirt. What if there's actually something messed up going on with this show?"

"Hah, right, okay, and I'm Beforan Troll on my mother's side-"

Both aliens silenced themselves when a consistent tapping from Jane's pencil against the table rapped out in the middle of their conversation. Thankfully, before pigeon, the Doctor had taught her one language that was shockingly widespread, for being so old: Morse Code.

"Yo, what is that? Your mic acting up, 'Renz?"

"Uh, NO, this is a new mic. Why the hell would I be tapping on my own..."

"It's not stopping-"

"Shut up for a second, it's - it's a rhythm. No, it's...a code? Hold on, hold on, I have - I have a book here somewhere...dots and dashes..."

"It's just equipment acting up-"

"Shut UP, Drab! It says - it says...'get...some...better...taste...you...survivor...n-no, SurvivHeir...neck...beard'?"

"...What the hell, 'Renz, that's uncalled for! Fuck it, I'm out, talk to you later." There's a click, and a pause, before the alien smart enough to listen to her code breathes a sigh of relief.

"Hey, whoever's tapping things out? Thanks. That guy has never left me alone since university. Heh, you know, funny thing - he really DOES have a beard all over his neck. Lucky guess?"

"...You could call it that," Jane says, and she listens for a moment more as the alien on the other line gasps, stuttering, and catches this just before she switches the radio off for the day:

"We're behind you, Jane! You're MaidStrong - the Temerity will prevail!"

...Dammit, some of these fans really were cute.

[(Anonymous)]

That's adorable.