Star Trek: Starbase 777 - cpt-mo﹢cdr-allen

Allan scanned the key card or whatever to get into the room, wheeling some luggage behind him (with, yes, of course, some light-up wheels he'd done himself when he was bored one day) and carrying a few bags on his shoulders. He was wearing some of the shortest black shorts that existed in the galaxy, some thigh-high boots to match, and a top that was hardly a top. Like, it had sleeves, but it really just had a crossed pattern across the top half of his chest and that was about it. His first instinct was to check the room for any traps before actually sitting down - he didn't really expect any since this was a peace conference hosted by the Galactic Commonwealth, but still... it was always good to be sure. After setting the bags down near the entrance, he started looking around the room, flipping out a small device and turning it on to scan for any sorts of hidden cameras and the like. It turned up with nothing, of course, but it had still been worth it to check. Nodding, he took a bag off his back - one of those little cat carriers with the big clear dome for the cats to look out of - except the cat inside was currently crouching towards the back of the bag. "Aww, c'mon, Bandit," he said as he set the bag carefully down on the floor next to the others, "it's okay, it's okay, here-" he unzipped the bag open, leaving it open for whenever she'd want to crawl out eventually, and then started digging through one of the other bags before he found - aha, there it was - a little treat for her, opening it and setting it next to her. "Mephis, do you remember where..." he stood up and looked back at the DaiMon, taking a few bags with him that he thought might contain the item he was looking for, "do you remember where we put her water bowl? I'm sort of blanking on it."

He was pretty covered up, as was his preference, in all-black jeans, a red turtleneck and a long black high-collared coat. However, he did appreciate what (little) Allan was wearing, and had shown and demonstrated his appreciation many times before they got here. After scouring the room for traps the same as Allan with a similar device- two pairs of mechanical eyes were better than one, after all (it sure was useful that they were both very proficient with technology) - Mephis grabbed the particular bag it was in (most of which Allan was carrying because he was a noodle in every universe) hefted it onto the bed and opened it, retrieving the bowl from inside. He had a good memory for these things. He handed the bowl to Allan. "Here." Bandit, more or less as soon as the bag was open, had zipped out and was hiding under the bed, ignoring the treat. Mephis' casual smirk - some people had resting bitchface, he had resting evil grin face - dropped for a second as he got on one knee so he could look under the bed, turning his back to Allan completely. "Aw, Bandit," he said, shaking his head. "Ah, well, she just needs time to get used to the new environment." She usually came out eventually and started sniffing around. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. Yes, Allan would crush him a little bit, but some sacrifices must be made. "You lookin' forward to pokin' around the place? I wanna see what the Commonwealth is all about when they're not surrenderin' or pleadin' for their life or gettin' bullied by half the other factions in the galaxy, includin' us." Although the Terran Empire was usually the most lucrative faction to hold at... Torpedo-point. Also the most dangerous and likely to retaliate, but hey, high risk, high reward. Besides, they weren't as fearsome as they used to be.

"Ah! That one, thanks," he said, taking the bowl from him with a smile and filling it with some water he had in another bag. He also looked down under the bed, looking at her just to make sure there wasn't some surprise dead rat under there or whatever before setting the water bowl down by the treat. Next step: setting the litterbox up, which thankfully didn't take much work other than setting a little box down and filling it with, well, litter from a bag. "Yeahh, seems like it. It's... honestly sort of a nice setup, all things considered," he set the rest of the bags down and sighed, he was perfectly capable of carrying them all but it was still a decently long time he'd been carrying them for. "Aww, c'mon, y'know that's not alllll they do, although it is fun to see 'em scramble," he laughed as he sat on Mephis's lap, putting a hand behind him on the bed to shift his weight so it wasn't -all- on the smaller man. "They also, uhh, geez, hold on, um..." he put his other arm around Mephis, bringing up some website on his PADD that had a map of the starbase. "Let's see, well, they also have peace conferences, for one, and they have starbases with uhhh, restaurants and a club and a holodeck and man, they've got the works, actually. What's an ar-bor-et-um?" He zoomed in on the little area, which was next to something called the parkland. "It's next to the parkland, maybe some sort of food truck type shit," that was genuinely his best guess. Reminded him of some food trucks that would be in the park back on Earth.

Mephis laughed. "An arboretum is a place with trees and plants and shit. Sorta like a park and a botanical garden in one." He paused, realising Allan might not know - "A botanical garden is just an indoor plants place, basically. I s'pose the Commonwealth's noticed that people tend to go a bit nuts if they don't see green often enough." They didn't have an arboretum in his ship, but people were allowed to keep plants in their rooms, and there were a lot in the halls between rooms that certain people elected to look after just because they felt like it. As long as people were doing it with their own money, he didn't care if they tended to some plants. It's not like he could talk, anyway - he wasn't a plants guy, but he liked animals; he missed the isopods on his ship already. He wrapped one arm around Allan's waist. "Good boy for takin' care of the water bowl and the litterbox for me, by the way. 'Preciate it." He pulled Allan down by the shoulder and kissed him, biting his lip, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave a bit of a mark. "You wanna check it out, leave Bandit to get used to the place at her own pace?" (edited)

"Really?" Allan's eyes lit up at the mention of not one, but two types of places that were just full of different plants, especially trees. He was never one for taking care of plants for most of his life, but some of the few childhood memories he did have involved them - particularly one from when he was very young and climbed some banana trees in Puerto Rico. In recent years, though, since finding an actual sense of security and stability on the Vulture, he'd actually considered taking care of some plants - he probably had a few he took care of around the isopod's enclosure, actually. "That sounds so cool, I was like - totally off with the original guess, but that's so much better." He leaned more against Mephis's chest when the other wrapped his arm around him, blushing slightly when he also thanked him for... literally just setting up Bandit's things like he always did. "Of course," he said, turning to kiss Mephis but — the other had beaten him to it already, and so with a soft, satisfied hum he gladly kissed back, wrapping both arms over his shoulders. “That sounds like it’d be fun.” Plus, letting Bandit get used to the place would also be great.

Before he did or said anything else, Mephis kissed Allan for a bit (and maybe gave him on or two hickeys) before he pressed his palm gently against his chest. "Alright, then, get off me, ya fuckin' twunk, my legs are shatterin' into a thousand pieces." They weren't, since Allan had attempted to distribute some of the weight a bit; he was just being a drama queen. Once Allan was off him, he stood up. "Maybe they'll sell some flowers there. Or give 'em away for free; sounds like something the Commonwealth would do. Could get ya some roses." He was pretty sure Allan liked them, or at least seemed to appreciate it when he got them for him. Cheesy as it was, Allan was his rose - a symbol of beauty and passion, but watch out for the thorns. He didn't have any favourite flower himself except whichever one had the highest price tag, except maybe a flower called the telipogon diabolicus, an orchid of which the centre vaguely looked like the head of a devil, but it was extinct because Terrans had fucked over their world. As such, he'd never liked being called Terran, even though he was human, and he was too skeptical of the Commonwealth to ever join them, so as far as he was concerned he was just the world's weirdest Ferengi.

"Really?" Allan's tone of voice was even more that of a drama queen, putting a hand over his mouth as if he were shocked when he got up off of the other. "Are your bones that delicate, old man? Hmm. Might have to get that checked out," he said with a little pout before chuckling and looking at his PADD again with a smile, "You know, they might have some sort of massage place open or something, with everything else they've got going on here." He put his PADD back in his bag after not really finding much other than 'retail outlet' as a label, but that just meant there was more to explore! A lot of retail outlets had all sorts of shit hidden within them. Including valuable things. Speaking of valuable things, he looked back over to Mephis. "Aw, c'mon, you don't have to, buuuut I also won't say no," he really did actually like flowers, it was just another thing Mephis did that made him feel loved and appreciated. Especially since most flowers, especially the less common ones, were incredibly hard to get because of how Terrans had fucked over their world. Last time Allan had checked, red plumerias - another rare memory from what little positive memory he had surrounding his childhood - still existed, but they were incredibly expensive and not something he would think about asking Mephis to buy for him. "Maybe we could find something for you, too, oooh do you think they have those fancy fruits?" What he could be referring to by 'fancy fruits' was anyone's guess. Expensive fruits did exist, though, probably. (edited)

He didn't have to... But he wanted to. "What's delicate is my feelings. Callin' me an old man? I'm hurt. No kissin' for the rest of the day." He paused for a second, barked out a laugh, and then kissed Allan again. "Nah, I'm not mad, whippersnapper. Anyway I'm I'm sure you've checked me out enough already, and if I want a massage I'll just ask you. Which wouldn't be... Maybe later. Dunno what fancy fruits you mean, but we're 'ere, ain't we?" They weren't that fancy at first glance, but he was wearing a lot of jewellery and what little Allan was wearing was probably Space Gucci. He exited into #habitat-module-corridor , where this RP will continue!

"The polyamory is what they're excellent at, among many other things," Allan chuckled, walking into the room in front of them. "Especially with those long tongues of theirs, y'know, it's uhhh.." he made a lil face at Mephis then laughed, "I dunno, though, you've got a point, I just know the guy said they didn't keep pets at all. Something about a uh, seeing them more as profit for rarer species or something like that. Might be a dangerous thing." Some animals on some of the planets they'd been on had been even more of a threat than the people - or, they'd made the species extinct because of the danger they were. One or the other, usually. Once he had walked into the room, he immediately started looking for wherever Bandit was, hopefully not hiding - maybe just chilling in a corner somewhere, or sleeping in a chair - "Allright, so where is she?"

Honestly, even in this universe he wasn't nearly as promiscuous as Allan was, so he had no personal experience with Denobulans, but... "I can imagine. Denobulans got all sortsa weird tricks up their sleeve, too."

Bandit had decided to come out from under the bed and sniff around a bit! When she saw the two of them, she was glad to see familiar faces and rubbed up against their legs.

Mo was delighted, though only someone apt at reading his subtle facial expressions would be able to tell, and the big (in ego, not stature) bad pirate picked bandit up like a baby, which she enjoyed if she was in a good mood like this is. "She just needed a bit to adjust, that's all."

They had Roles, and that was okay. Allan was the promiscuous distraction, and Mephis was the one who snuck around and stole shit behind their backs. A symbiotic relationship, truly. "Aww, there she is," Allan smiled when he felt Bandit rub up against their legs and looked down at her, watching Mephis pick her up like a little baby. "Yeaah, she's a good one," he said in that little voice he used to talk to babies and small animals like cats and small insects and sometimes rocks. He then pet her little head 'cause it was just so small and it made her eyes scrunch up. "Glad she did." He looked up from Bandit and gave Mephis's forehead a kiss, before doing the same to Bandit.

Mo blushed, looking up at Allan, before getting on his tiptoes. "Come down 'ere so I can return the favour." Then, if Allan did, he smooched Allan on the forehead, too. Afterwards, he held Bandit like babby with one arm then looked through their luggage for the catnip with another, and handed it to Allan. She purred the whole time. "Rip that open and put it on somethin' then. I think she deserves to get a little crazy." He paused. "Maybe we should too? We didn't bring anything fun, did we?" Mo had never been the commander of station 420 in this universe, but he still embodied its spirit. "I'd make some sorta comment about how we could get crazy in a different way but I don't wanna fuck while Bandit's awake."

Allan absolutely did, leaning down so Mephis could give him a kiss on the forehead right back. "Yessir~" Allan took the bag of catnip, carefully opening it rather than ripping it (a mess of too much catnip all over the floor would be quite disastrous). "Sure does," he said, sprinkling some of the catnip on the chair in the room and a little on the desk, too. He spun around to face Mephis again, chuckling at the latter comment before looking up at the ceiling as he thought. "Mmm, I'm not sureee... don't think we did, but we doooo have replicators, sooo..." he shrugged, walking over to the replicator in the room and putting in a quick sequence for a piña colada, taking it from the replicator a few seconds afterwards. After he took a sip, he walked back up to Mephis. "It could make pretty much anything else, I imagine. Makes a pretty decent piña colada, at least." Interesting that the most popular legend of the drink's origin was that some Puerto Rican pirate came up with it to boost the morale of his crew. "Got anything in mind, DaiMon?" He raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face after he took another sip.

Bandit, upon seeing the catnip, promptly stopped purring, abandoned her master's arms, padded over to the chair with the catnip on it and promptly lost her damn mind, jumping and rubbing her head against it and trilling.

"Heh." Mephis watched her for a minute, before he replicated himself a pina colada too and lay on the bed, like he was on one of those long chairs at a tropical beach. Good thing he wasn't, though, because the sun in those places baked his pale skin like a lobster. "Might as well 'ave one too. Nothin' too crazy for now." He patted the bed next to him, wanting Allan to lie down next to him and watch cat TV.

Allan smiled as he laid down next to Mephis, leaning against his side a little as he watched cat TV, watching Bandit rolling around like a freakin' worm or something on the chair. It always seemed like she'd fall off doing that, but she never did. Cat skills or whatever, he supposed. "Hmm, whaddya figure she'll want for Christmas? Just more of the same?" He turned to look over at Mephis, then back to Bandit, who was still probably rolling around and stretching out and rubbing her head against it. "Could maybe get one of those little toys shaped like a banana that's got the catnip inside or something." He said, taking another sip of his drink.

"Mhm. We could do that. Or shaped like an apple. Or a pecan." He took a long gulp of his drink. There was nobody to tell what to do, no tasks to take care of, no people to rob... He put the drink on the bedside table and climbed on Allan's lap, straddling him. "Ain't ashamed of kissin' you in front of the cat, though." And he did just that, tasting like pineapple and alcohol.

"Ooh, an apple could be really fun, I'll have to see if they make those," they probably did - otherwise, it might be pretty easy to replicate one of those where you opened it up and then put the catnip inside (because real catnip was somehow better than the replicated stuff). "Maybe some more of those shelves to put around the ship, too." The little shelves that Bandit and other crewmembers' pets would sort of use as a little climbing gym to follow the crew around as they did their things. That was a fun little addition a few years ago. Come to think about it, there were quite a few things around the ship that hadn't been there before that Allan had seen put in while he was there over the past 6 years. It was cool to see improvement of something - God knew the Terran ship he'd been on never improved in his near-decade of being there. He kissed Mephis back, also setting his drink on the bedside table with one hand while he put his other arm around him. It was only a matter of time before Bandit would probably get the zoomies and dart across the room at Hanna-Barbera type speeds, though, and possibly jump right up on the bed before leaping right back off of it. A small 'mhm' was all he said, really, after he'd set the drink down and put that hand in Mephis's hair, also tasting like pineapple and alcohol and coconut. And maybe a hint of pecan.

Mephis also put his hand in Allan's hair - almost the same colour as his, which had always pleased him somehow - carding his fingers through, it, keeping his other hand free only so he could break away for a second, drink some more pina colada, and then kiss Allan again, nipping at his bottom lip and then moving to kiss his cheeks and jaw and neck, then moved down t -

- Bandit, who had indeed started running around, oblivious to all this, zoomie'd so hard she ran right into Mephis, thwacking against his side, and with a roblox oof he fell sideways.

"You little killjoy. You'll be very excited when we make our whole ship a jungle gym," he said, not sounding the least bit mad as he attempted to give her a scritch between the ears before she decided leapt off the bed again. "Ah, there she goes." He got up and resumed his last position, but didn't do anything yet. "Aight, my rose, how's about we kiss and drink 'til she's worn 'erself out and we're a little bit drunk and then we fuck?" (edited)

Allan continued kissing Mephis, smiling when the other took a little piña colada break. It was quite on purpose that they were almost the same color, actually, and Allan may have had matched his hair dye as closely as he could over the years - one day, he'd perfect it, and their hair would be the same color and they could laugh about it. But for now, the only time their hair was the same color was when they found a stray hair somewhere and their was no way of telling who left it there. At least it was easy to tell when it was Bandit's. Speaking of the menace, she had run right into Mephis, and Allan tightened his grip around Mephis to sort of stop the man from falling too far to the side, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Oh, she will, I wonder how many more reports we'll get of her leaping across people's backs to get around then." Because they'd already gotten one or two, probably. He took another drink too, watching the cat jump off again and scramble around somewhere else, probably the chair, for a few seconds before looking back at him. "Sounds like a plan, D'Mon," he said, a glimmer in his eyes as he put his hand back in the others' hair, pulling him down closer and kissed him again.