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[truth_is_cold]

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I'm now staying somewhere else. But if necessary, I can still be reached by the communication system. [If Dylan wants to announce where they're living, he can. But Mr. Paranoid Bastard isn't about to publicly give a location.]

As an aside, does anyone here know how to play chess or any other strategy games that might be available? Are there any musicians from the ship?

[He very desperately needs to learn about the local culture. There must be more than "the Authorities are terrible people and want to render us impotent". Survival situations or not, these people have lived here for a very long time and must have something unique and exclusive to them. They're obviously not barbarians or savages.]

Also, do either of the pilots of the ships that have crashed need assistance?

[Nietzschean style proclamation of friendly interest. He wouldn't offer if he didn't like them.]

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[truth_is_cold]

I don't think I mind you having me at a disadvantage. [He leans back, and smirks slightly. That's a huge compliment, coming from him.]

[buckingauthority]

That so?

[She makes a bold move, shoving the board aside and climbing onto his lap. Her arms clasp loosely around his neck as she looks down at him.]

Let's just get one thing straight. I don't want to be your wife. I don't want to have your offspring. But, I'd like to see more of you, Commander.

[She grins down at him and then dares to dip her head down to kiss Gaheris' lips. It's a test, a challenge, a throwing down of the gauntlet.]

[truth_is_cold]

[He tips his head up to meet the kiss, cupping her jawline and tilting his head to better accommodate it. He breaks it after a moment.]

Understood.

[Those terms are more than agreeable to him, and he playfully flops back with her.]

[buckingauthority]

[Since she's been given permission, Kara starts trying to rid him of his layers of clothing. He has a damned fine chest, she discovers. Straddling Rhade, she leans down to kiss his chest, running her tongue across his exposed skin.]

[truth_is_cold]

[He enjoys her mouth on his chest for a little bit, and breath tickling his skin, before he grapples for handfuls of fabric to get her own shirt off. Not enough skin touching yet for his satisfaction, especially since he's feeling comfortably warm.]

[buckingauthority]

[Kara's tops consist of a grey sleeveless tee and a black tank top, they come off easily, leaving her topless. But her dogtags stay hanging around her neck and between her breasts. She never takes them off, it's a reminder of who and what she is. She reaches between her body and his, checking to see if he has the equipment and if he's revved up to go. She's more sober than she planned to be, but it doesn't stop her. She wants this. Wants him. And if there's someone else on her mind, she's gonna do her best to forget him.]

[truth_is_cold]

[Continued here.]