PORT ROYAL DOCKING PLOT : POST 1

[nottheotherguy]

At the university, Halloween was second only to April Fools' Day for people playing pranks on each other, so I woke up on Halloween morning ready to be on my guard. I figured whatever the station had in mind for us (if anything) it wasn't likely to be something I'd find funny, and I wanted to be ready for it, whatever it was.

It hadn't occurred to me that what the station had in store for us wouldn't be something that occurred on board. I hadn't expected the station docking announcement to play, and I sure as hell hadn't expected the world to dissolve around me when I was halfway to the hub to see what was up. I'd never transported before-- it had always been my choice, before, and I'd never planned on going anywhere the other guy might make a mess if I could help it-- but I had just enough time to figure out what the lurching feeling in my stomach probably signified before the station walls vanished.

When I blinked away the sun glare I found myself staring out a window at a bustling city full of people dressed like they were definitely not from 2012. "Well, this is... interesting," I said, turning around to the roomful of Proserpinians who'd apparently been selected to join me on my little day trip.

[Halloween docking plot is open, and this is gathering post style. Tag in, get your character dressed for some 1700s style adventuring, and see the mod post for more info!]

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[brightestlight]

Caroline makes a noise while she leans up into the kiss, a second before she realises what, exactly, she's doing and where, exactly, they are. It does take that second, but then she pulls back, and she's caught his wrist again. "Klaus, we can't just-" She's still red, and yeah, a little scandalized. "There's people, somebody could walk back here any time." And she's staring up at him, and maybe she just doesn't think like him, but all she can think of is if somebody took the same dozen steps that they did, to just see what's back here.

"It's not like we don't have time, right?" She sucks on her lips for a second, biting the bottom one with a frown. "I mean," she whispers, "It's not like I can leave until the sun goes down anyhow."

[wholeworldoutthere]

"Caroline, love," he tells her, and his free hand is cupping the side of her face, thumb brushing her bottom lip again, fingers curling slightly to scratch gently at her scalp, before he slides his hand down over her throat. "I really ought to fix your corset. Now." A gentle, soft, lingering kiss. "Don't you think so?"

He sounds like he's making a perfectly innocent suggestion, even if the look in his eyes belies it, and nobody is going to see anything they shouldn't, half hidden that they are behind the cloaks, and with Klaus in front of Caroline. She's hidden from view, even if he isn't, and really he can't think of anything hotter right now than her having to strive not to make a sound.

"We're off the station," he adds, like that's the best reason to let him have his way with her, fingers stroking over her neck and down to the swell of her breasts, "who knows when it'll beam us back. Carpe diem, Caroline. You're breathtaking already," he adds, and yes, he suspects that she will be even more so after he has in fact had his way.