Long Distance Relationship [NSFW] (NudieUnicorn & FudgementDay)

[NudieUnicorn]

space When she got home, Zenaida Ferreira had a message on her console...

Dear Seeker:
space We here at the Interplanetary Matchmakers Network would like to congratulate you on your choice of IMN for your companionship needs for your upcoming journey through space. Since 2032, IMN has been finding companionship for our noble space pioneers as they set out on the greatest of human endeavours - leaving the nest of creation for all humankind!
space We are happy to inform you that you have been approved for entry into the IMN network for the period of time preceding the 2144 transfer window from Earth to Mars. Once you create your account and profile, your profile shall be visible only to those pre-approved individuals who both meet your requirements and who are going to be making the journey with you from Earth to Mars during he aforementioned transfer window. As a caravan of ships leaving Earth, you will fly together, either on the same vessel or on separate vessels as part of the same flotilla.
space Whether you are returning home to Mars, immigrating to Mars, or heading out on the vacation of a lifetime, your six month journey to Mars will be far more likely to have enjoyable companionship because of your usage of our verified, proven network.
space Thank you, and good luck on this and all your future journeys together!
Sincerely,
space IMN Management

space Zenaida let herself fall backwards on her bed, laying down on her back, her old fashioned tablet console still held in place above her, on level with her eyes. She was grinning, and she kicked her feet in the air as she pumped her arms up and down, causing her to bounce on the bed with excitement. This had been the last piece of the puzzle. For years, she had waited with her name in the immigration lottery, she had written her past and current employers, her former college professors and anyone else she could think of for letters of recommendation, she volunteered at the Martian Consolation in Oceanus whenever she was in town, and she wrote past immigrants from her canton of the Confederacy for advice on how they had been accepted, and how they had prepared for immigration. Now that she finished the long process of approvals (approval from the Oceanic Confederation to apply for Immigration, approval from Mars to be allowed to Immigrate, approval from the United Nations to depart Earth, approval from Mars Interplanetary Authority to qualify for subsidized passage, approval from Human-Resources-Co to insure her passage, approval from the Martian Communications Commission for job placement evaluation, and then approval from the same for on-the-job training and placement, approval from the Mariner Valley Habitation board for approval for to apply for placement in the rotation for evaluation for housing qualifications, and on and on) she had just received the last approval on her long list of needed approvals - her IMN account approval letter. With this, her 8-year-plan was really coming together.
space She bounced off the bed and onto her feet, swinging around the round bed with her tablet console outstretched, squeeing and jumping and listening to her beads rattle with her exuberance and delight. Twirling many circuits around the main room of her hab, she flopped back onto her bed to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. She tapped through the various requirements of her new profile and made a decision: she would work on this outside.
space Gathering up a food bar and a canteen, along with her pad, she exited the hab into the powerful South Pacific summer sun. Her bare feet were greeted by short, soft grasses, her body by the delicate ocean breeze, and her eyes by the southern slope of Mitimotu caldera - overwhelmingly green, with shades of green and brown splashed across it. She walked a short distance before settling down in one of her favourite spots in the windward shelter of a Banyan tree, the late afternoon dappled light winking over her body as she curled up with her pad on the uneven ground. She popped open her canteen and took a sip, then poured some water on the dried food bar - which sucked up the moisture greedily, until it was slightly sticky to the touch and smelled of honeysuckle, steaming slightly. She sucked the sticky, tingly substance off her fingers and took a bite of the bar with her other hand. For a moment she assessed the latest batch as she chewed... it wasn't as good as a store-bought bar, but as far as a home-made bar went... She took another bite and another drink of water before laying fully on her back and staring up into the banyan eves, contemplating what she would put in the various sections of her profile as she ate the remainder of the bar. Sucking the remainder of the bar off her fingers, and wiping the remaining moisture on her tummy and hip, she sat back up and drank some water before waking up her pad.
space The first order of business was her profile picture - she could, she realized, take a picture of herself right then and there with her pad, but she had just come in from the antenna, and wasn't really in any state for that. Her ponytail had been stuffed under a hat in a topknot for hours and was crinkled and shapeless, she doubtlessly had grit and oil on her face and knees (she had only washed her hands since she got done with work), and she wasn't wearing anything beyond her typical necklaces and belly-chain, and those were cheap breakaways, in case they caught on something at work. She decided to use a stock photo...
space One stood out to her right away, it was a picture of her on her bed in a... provocative pose, with those stupid acrylic nails that had seemed like a good idea at the time... but she loved the jewelry she was wearing and loved how her hair was caught in the breeze of the open skylights. She cropped it and posted it as her profile, and got to work filling in the rest...

17:32, October 10, 2142 --- 37° C, Clear Skies --- (Battery at 72%)
Profile EMW2144-0738: Zenaida Ferreira, MS
(ATTENTION: some images in this profile may contain nudity)​

Status: Expectant Martian Immigrant
Location: Mitimotu Caldera, Old French Canton, Oceanic Confederation, Earth
Destination: Castforge III, Mariner Valley, Mars
Citizenship: Approved Transitionary Status
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Planetary Communications Engineer
Sex: Cis-Female
Gender: Woman (culturally non-specific)
Sexuality: Homosexual, Polyamorous
Born: Sol 594 (Ls316) Y83; (OEC: March 7, 2111)
Age: 31 Julians / 17 Y
Height: 162 cm
Weight: 63 kg (at 10 dG)
Modification: Standard+ Neural Interface, Biocular Interface Implants
Ethnicity: Choose Not to Respond
Seeking: Intimate Friendship*, Open to Romance** and/or Non-Exclusive Sexual Partnership***

[Short Answer Portion]​

Self Introduction: Hello fellow space traveller! My name is Aida, or you can call me Zennie. I'm on my way to Mars after ten years of trying! And now my whole way is paid for in advance! Not bad for a poor girl from the Cantons! I'm a comm-tech and I am the keeper of a remote pacific relay station. I'm one of only 18 permanent residents on Mitimotu Caldera, and the only comm-tech. I speak French, English and Hawaiian, I have a Masters Degree in Deep Space Communication from Mara City Academy of Technology, I'm free-bodied (what Martians still call a nudist), I keep and maintain my own SCLSS (semi-closed life support system) which produces all the food and recycling needs for my comm-station, and even extra fresh vegetables that I share with the other residents and even some of the tourists and seasonals. I can switch it to a fully closed system if I needed to, and it would recycle all the food and water I'd need indefinitely!
spaceI'm not a spoiled Earther, I know how to keep my environment balanced and will work hard for my community and fellow citizens. I'm looking forward to do my part to green the red and bring a little bit of my tropical flair to environment design in Mariner Valley! Until then, let's talk! Willing to travel anywhere on Earth, or just chat with those on orbit or Luna!
spaceAll the best! Aida
Hobbies: Environmental Design, Meal Substitute Design (I focus on aquaculture), Radio Astronomy (I built my own rig), Photography (I use cam-drones), Retrogaming (ask me about my Heavy-Sixer Atari 2600!)

IMN Definitions

*Intimate Friendship indicates a desire for companionship with primarily social components with the potential for a sexual component
**Open to Romance indicates that the individual is not Aromantic
***Non-Exclusive Sexual Partnership here is generated automatically if the individual selected their sexuality as being any of the polyamorous options, you may need to discuss this item with the individual for clarification

space Zenaida hesitated for a few moments, reading back over what she'd written... and hit send.

 

[FudgementDay]

Like any day, Maria capped it off with a selection of non-perishable glut, and packer her calisthenics exercise-ridden body full of precious nutrients, especially useful when there's nothing else to do in orbit. Of course, she could have sold her soul and paid the scavengers for a couple of salvaged meal kits, but she knew better than to go digging around in former Soviet property in space for a cheap chunk of frozen protein paste.
Retiring to her IMN profile, edible capitalist trimmings in hand(s), she flipped around the various profiles of wealthy earth dwellers and inter-planetary scalpers trying to sell tickets to Earth-Mars shuttle trips. She found a few profiles she was interested in, and sent waves to each of them, allowing each mark to view Maria's formerly-private bio, one of whom was a sexy nudist girl with a penchant for overachieving.

Profile EMW2144-0775: Maria Dellaguerra
(ATTENTION: User has not uploaded a profile photo!*)​

Status: Martian Resident
Location: in outer fuckin space!
Destination: Greater Castforge III area, Mariner Valley, Mars (location subject to change)
Citizenship: Martian Citizen
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: High Security Transport Operations Technician
Sex: Cis-Female
Gender: Female (culturally non-specific)
Sexuality: Homosexual
Born: Sol 435 (Ls218) Y82; (OEC: November 7, 2108)
Age: 34 Julians / 18 Y
Height: 202 cm
Weight: 51 kg (at 10 dG)
Modification: None
Ethnicity: if y'all care about this I'm glad I memed for my answer, keep swiping
Seeking: Open to Romance** and/or

[Short Answer Portion]​

Self Introduction: Orbiting Earth the same way I orbited the threshold of municipal-service assignments back during the colony clashes, which is to say not by a damn long-shot. I'm really not down with this whole inter-planetary dating thing, but I was too out-of-it to see the disclaimer about account permanence when I signed up, so here I am, and hopefully, here you are going to be.
Hobbies: Gamer to the stars (get it?) and a bit of a freak for hot, sexy dictators of Earth's antiquity, LOL (that's my way of telling you I aced my earth history courses, prior to my dropping out at least.) Also ready to go head over heels for anyone that'll praise my skills in cooking without fresh ingredients.

IMN Definitions

*This user may be a bot. Please Report bots so the IMN Development Team can address these instances
**Open to Romance indicates that the individual is not Aromantic

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Message from Maria: Did I see the word Atari in a profile after the year 2058? yes I did! how did you even get your hands on one of those?! I have half a mind to leap out of orbit and challenge your skills in Combat XD XD XD

 

[NudieUnicorn]

space Zenaida heard the beep-chirrup in her dreams before it registered in her conscious mind. It happened again and she swatted her arm about on the pillows and mattress in vain... then she remembered it was coming form inside her own head, opened her eyes to see her heads-up display and read her alerts. She was expecting to see something work related - an alert that two satellites were now on a predictable collision course and she was the only ground-based antenna capable of giving the stupid dumb-sats instructions on how to avoid certain disaster. Nothing else but a work-related disaster would wake her up before the sun on a Thursday. However, when the cobwebs and sleep dust were cleared from her brain, she remembered that she had set an alert to tell her if anyone sent her a message over the IMN message system. Sitting up fully, and stretching, she got up on her knees... and promptly flopped down on her belly, feet pivoting up into the air dramatically behind her before flopping back down on her pillows where her head had been moments before.
space She pushed herself up on her elbows and blinked a few times to bring up her ocular interface, read through that various messages... discarded a few (people who hadn't read her profile and were looking for breeding partners or roommates or the like). Then she found the rather short message from one user, a Martian citizen in orbit, awaiting to the next transfer window.
space Accessing her work terminal through her implants, she cross-referenced the name with the transponder registry in Oceanus City. Then she superimposed a skymap over her vision and looked up. Though normally all she would see were the walls and ceiling of her hab module with its skylights and inwardly curving surfaces, with the addition of her ocular overlay, she also saw the relative locations of orbital objects, completely with pointer lines and registry data. The ship "Maria Dellaguerra" was registered to was hovering nearly 36,100 km above the Pacific in the northern sky. A bad neighbourhood as far as she could remember...
space She crawled off her bed and over to her mirror, took a hair brush and began trying to tame her mane, wrap it up in some gold bands before fiddling with her nipple piercings. They were just the simple barbells right now, and she was totally naked of jewelry otherwise. But... she wasn't feeling like getting "dressed" at the moment, and just waved of the mirror and headed for her front door. Outside, the sun was just coming up, and she shivered, but did not slow in her pace.
space Down the winding path through "town" she waved to the locals and visitors, accepted a cressant and a coffee from Madame Heurne on her way to the centre of town, which occupied an outcropping on the central caldera mount. There, the main office of the antenna was located, and the security doors slid up at a thought as she approached.
Inside, she sat on a satin pillow with beads on the corners she had next to an old metal crate where she had set up a jerry-rigged work-station. She hated sitting in chairs, especially office chairs, and so had made her own arrangements months ago, when the last supervisor had left the island, leaving the entire facility to her management.
space She began typing away at a response... then paused. Using only her ocular interface, she pulled up Andaree's orbit and superimposed it over that of Maria's ship. After a few moments of metal math, she tapped out series of codes into her makeshift work station and sent a coded transmission to Andaree's drift.
space "Hello? Aida? What's up? It's late."
space "Oh! Sorry! It's morning down here."
space "Yeah, I can see that. What'cha need?"
space "Um... there's a space trucker parked in the graveyard near you. Do you have eyes on them?"
space "Got eyes on a lot of things out here, girlie. Can you be more specific?"
space "Transponder code do it for you?"
space "Might help, why?"
space "Just being a creepy space stalker is all."
space "Oh, is that all. And why is that worth my time? I'm shitface tired and not a little drunk as well, so-"
space "I can get you an encrypted channel to Armstrong so you can check on that secret hush-hush package you don't want government officials like me to know about, and make sure the unnamed person Frederich Tribonson III, esq., current whereabouts unknown (Carson City, Dome II, section 18, compartment 1186-B), is actually securing your goods instead of sharing a bottle of re-hydrated brandy with an unregistered prostitute with chlamydia named Chloe, like you specifically told him not to do. Or, you know, something like that...?" As she had said all this, she was scrolling through the munged comm-traffic her personal AI had gathered from the comm shunt a friend had installed on Collin's Station orbiting Luna. It was nice to have mischievous friends.
space Andaree sighed over the comm line. And Zenaida heard shuffling of equipment in microgravity. "Hang on!"
space After a few moments Zenaida could tell that Andaree was speaking into different microphone.
space "Okay... ship's out of Phobos, I can tell you that... Long-hauler. She could make it out to Saturn if her crew were really friendly with each other... looks like it's got two rotating grave-bunks... lots of solar sails... no, panels. It must have minimal nuclear capability... Uh... she looks like she's parked for the duration. Martian markings... a few sniffer pods lurking around but that's normal. Just tell your friends not to do any spacewalks any time soon, scavengers could get frisky and try to take the ship if they see one or more crew outside."
space "Thanks, Andaree. You want that line now, or...?"
space "Yeah, gimmie a second!"
space Zenaida set up the comm and was very glad she wasn't Freddie at that moment. She munched her cressant and sipped her coffee until one or the other (Freddie or Andaree) closed the connection.
space Then she went back to typing her response to Maria:

Message from Zenaida: You sure did! Here's a picture of my baby!

She doesn't have all original parts, and in fact the casing is entirely new, but it's what's inside that matters, no? That is to say, all the hardware, except for the rubber bits and a few solder connections are original, including the incredibly heavy shielding around the core module. My baby was found in a shipping container at the bottom of the Pacific that must have been on its way to Japan from North America, back when they made these baby's in California. Technically, my baby was not an "Atari" but a "Telegame", which was the exact same machine, made in the exact same factory in California, but given a different paint job on the outer casing and branded the Sears Telegame System. The case was pretty beat up, so I 3D printed an original looking case and transplanet the innerds into it. So, I guess, technically, its a restoration job. But, like you said, there haven't been any totally original Heavy-Sixers found since 2058, and that one is in the Pacifica National Museum of Technology. My baby is just as good, though, as far as the play quality is concerned. I even have an original Sega Genesis System controller I use for some of the more modern homebrew games for the Atari. But all my other peripheries are home made - but very faithful. I even cobbled together an old CRT monitor to play on, though I never use it. Regular old fashioned LED monitors, like I'm sure you grew up with on Mars, are just as good, given that it's a coaxial interface.
space Oh, so you think you've got Combat skills, eh? If you weren't so far out in lag-town right now I'd show you what was what, but, as is, you're so far away the lag would give you a disadvantage, and I wouldn't have a clear victory, so, you know... But know that my Combat skills are deadly! :3

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Hm, when you say jumping down from orbit, I just think of this:

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space Tee-hee! XD In your profile you say you're a gamer, what systems do you play? Any as old-school as my baby?
Also, I hope you don't mind, but I looked up your transponder in the registry (it's public record, after all, and registered under your name - are you the captain?) and spotted you with my antenna. I hope you know that there are some snooper drones within your exclusion zone. Don't be fooled, they just look like space junk. They'll be harmless so long as you or any other members of your crew don't try to do any space walks. But if they get too close I'd call orbital security. I also have some friends who are within hiking distance of your position if things get too crazy.

space Keep dodgin' that space junk! Isn't that what you space truckers say? Tee-hee!
Okole Maluna, Space Cowgirl,
space~Zennie (or Aida)

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