Colonel_Liam
Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 24, 2018
Who: Elizabeth Drake (NSFW)
Where: The Drake Jupiter
Relevant: @Aluora as Riley, @apollo247 as Owen (Open to other interested parties)
When: Day 6 Afternoon
Elizabeth sat on her chair in the cabin space aboard her family Jupiter, writing in her journal. It had been nearly a week since the surviving colonists had founded their impromptu little community and the new, more extreme breeding protocol had been put in place. Privately, in spite of the circumstances surrounding the protocols implementation, Elizabeth loved the idea. It was so dirty, primal, taboo even. The thought made her shift in her seat, recrossing her legs, constrained with her black pencil skirt.
However she knew that not everyone was as excited or experienced as her, and so she had quietly used the colony comms net to invite any of the younger colonists to come to her office if they needed any guidance as it related to navigating the new world they lived in. As a teacher back aboard the Endeavor she had worked with the young people aboard, and figured they might be more inclined to discuss things with her than their own parents.
She hadn't received any responses yet, but she could wait. Still filling in her journal. She hummed a little tune, only stopping when she heard a knock on the door.
Where: The Drake Jupiter
Relevant: @Aluora as Riley, @apollo247 as Owen (Open to other interested parties)
When: Day 6 Afternoon
Elizabeth sat on her chair in the cabin space aboard her family Jupiter, writing in her journal. It had been nearly a week since the surviving colonists had founded their impromptu little community and the new, more extreme breeding protocol had been put in place. Privately, in spite of the circumstances surrounding the protocols implementation, Elizabeth loved the idea. It was so dirty, primal, taboo even. The thought made her shift in her seat, recrossing her legs, constrained with her black pencil skirt.
However she knew that not everyone was as excited or experienced as her, and so she had quietly used the colony comms net to invite any of the younger colonists to come to her office if they needed any guidance as it related to navigating the new world they lived in. As a teacher back aboard the Endeavor she had worked with the young people aboard, and figured they might be more inclined to discuss things with her than their own parents.
She hadn't received any responses yet, but she could wait. Still filling in her journal. She hummed a little tune, only stopping when she heard a knock on the door.
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