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Who: Ripley (Sam Tyler's body)
Where: The hallway near George's room
When: Early afternoon (concurrent with "Research, research, research")
Invited: Captain Jack, anyone else
Status: Complete

Ripley was bored. Normally she'd go hunting, but she doubted that Tyler's body could best a python. Rather than risk breaking her borrowed body she set her sites on more attainable targets: women. In Sam's body her predatory instincts seemed to feed her libido.

Sam's body very much appreciated Blaise-in-Ami's body. Unfortunately the Marine turned Ripley down. Although a bit disappointed, Ripley wasn't surprised. Blaise was a good soldier, loyal to his wife. She was a lucky woman.

(Jack's currently a woman,) Ripley remembered. Grinning, she headed for the room where he and his lovers shacked up. "Hey," she shouted through the door. "Anyone home? Want some company?"


Date: 2007-06-18 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Jack had just finished showering. It was nice to be polite, after all, and he hadn't showered before heading to the meeting with little point.

Oh yeah, showering in George had been nice. If he angled the spray just right...

Returning for a change of clothing, and another damnable bra, he noticed Sam Tyler poking his head in the door. No, Sam had been on the switched side of the room earlier.

"Ripley?" Jack still found the higher register of George's voice odd in his ears.

"I could always use some company. You know how to put on a bra? Off is so much easer." Jack hadn't bothered after his shower and dangled the lace edged thing from his forefinger.


Date: 2007-06-19 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Jack grinned and set aside the bundle of clothing and weapons he had tucked under his arm.

"Now would be the time to wonder if George or Sam would object to this. But I'm starting to believe George is an adventurous girl... and Sam really should get laid."

Jack trailed his fingers over Sam/Ripley's chest. "Darlin' most people in this era are so damned repressed. All these categories and labels. And while I'm a sucker for sexy underthings on any man or woman, I don't want my partner to be uncomfortable."

He cupped the growing bulge in Sam's pants. "Are you uncomfortable?"
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Date: 2007-06-19 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
(OOC: not really. I love the evil. Really.)

Jack laughed at Ripley's eagerness and aggression. That was two really aggressive women on the island. Not everything here was bad.

He grabbed the back of his/her head and pulled her down for a equally aggressive kiss, noticing the taste and texture of the mouth he was exploring and idly wondering if it would taste the same to his own senses, or how Ripley herself would taste. There was a certain appeal to the idea of an erotic encounter with a xenomorph.

He pulled away for a moment, gasping for breath as he unzipped Sam's trousers with his free hand. "Am I gonna face some kind of trouble from Doc Pierson for this? Cause guys with long, sharp pieces of metal can shear off parts I might need later."

"Don't think he cares." Ripley assaulted his neck and cupped his breast. "We relieve some tension on occasion, nothing more." Ripley squirmed a bit as Jack freed her cock and began to stroke it with a sure and steady hand.

The moment she pinched his nipple the world tilted.

Jack was looking at a bunch of trees and at River, trying to keep his balance. River's eyes were pained, yet amused. "You're being bad.." she singsonged even as he felt himself tugged backwards and once again looking up at Sam Tyler's face. Ripley looked like she was trying to recover from sort of shock. And the echoes of a scream were fading in the room.


Date: 2007-06-19 08:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Jack chuckled, guessing what had happened with him had happened with Ripley. "Little fast on the trigger, huh? Can't blame him. George is hot."

He ran his fingers up Sam's thigh. "Give it some recovery time. Then I'll see if I can make it all better."


Date: 2007-06-20 06:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
"Paedophilia's one of the few definite no-goes I have, you know. Lucky for you, your intellect and body are older than three." Jack tilted his/hear head as he looked down at Ripley. "Couldn't handle or didn't know what to do with? Had they NO imagination?" He smirked.

"Looks like you discovered you inner vixen anyway. Good for the universe." He reached down to run George's fingers through Sam's hair.

"I'm more than happy to give you instructions. Nothing like furthering someone's education. But you gotta remember each person is different. Different nerve endings, different preferences. Half the fun is finding what works. But if you'd rather this the other way... I have never had a complaint on my blow jobs. Usually they equate to a religious experience if the number of times God's been invoked during them is any indication." He winked.


Date: 2007-06-21 11:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Hmmm... still a bit fast on the trigger, but he'd gotten his fun before hand, so no real complaints. Besides, for Ripley it had to be comparable to a 16 year old virgin getting it on with his first girl.

Did he just call himself a girl? This was fun.

Jack put his arms around Sam's body.

"Next lesson, how to write your name in the snow. Wait, no snow. Sand will have to do."


Date: 2007-06-19 08:27 pm (UTC)
ext_12572: (George Shocked)
From: [identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com
George was bored. Bored, bored, bored. She was no help with the magical research; the only language she read was English. When the books were distributed and people settled down to study them, George left the cafeteria. She had no idea what to do with herself.

She wandered back to her room, but nobody was there. She wandered outside briefly but it was warm and muggy, so she came back inside. She visited the other kitchen and entertained herself by trying various foods--thing she liked, and things she didn't like. Her tastes hadn't changed, disappointingly.

George poured herself a glass of water. The world spun maddeningly--and she knew by the feel of it that she was back in her own body. She was lying on a very familiar bed tangled up with a naked man biting her neck and fondling her tit. And she...had her hand wrapped around his penis.

George tensed up. The naked man--Sam Tyler?--stared at one another for an instant. Tyler throbbed in her hand, spurting. George screamed--

--and found herself standing in the cafeteria again, a broken glass and water spilled on the floor at her feet.

"Goddamn it, Jack!"


Date: 2007-06-21 01:53 am (UTC)
ext_12572: (George That's Not Right!)
From: [identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com
George cleaned up the broken glass and spilled water. She did so with exaggerated care after it occurred to her that she wasn't in her own body. Injuries wouldn't just heal up immediately. Jack probably wouldn't like that, and George wouldn't enjoy it either.

But it was all done in short order. Which left George standing in the kitchen shifting her weight--his weight--from one foot to the other and one hand plucking at her hair.

The gesture was an old habit; toying with a lock of hair, or even chewing on the end occasionally, when she was thinking. But it wasn't long enough. Shit. Jack. And Sam Tyler--no, Ripley. She couldn't believe it!

(Oh, who are you kidding?) George thought. (This is Jack you're talking about. Mr. Good Clean Dirty Fun himself. That's why you accosted him in the first place.)

"Are you all talk, or what?" she'd demanded.

Or what, as it turned out. Much to George's complete lack of surprise and great pleasure. George felt her cheeks warming just thinking about it. And she felt something...else reacting as well. She glanced down at the ever more visible evidence of her naughty thoughts. (Oh shit!)

(Think about something else!) Uh...uh...baseball. No, fuck that--she didn't know a damn thing about that. Typing? Collating. Filing! Yeah. That should do it.

Nonetheless, George soon found herself loitering outside the door to her room. The door behind which Jack "Man Slut" Harkness was doing god knows what with her body. (You know what,) George chided herself again. (The same things he's done to your body. With your enthusiastic cooperation, by the way.)

George laid a hand on the door knob, then drew it away. Again.
A dozen times she'd nerved herself to storm in and give Jack what for. And a dozen times she'd chickened out. She really didn't want to see herself that way. Again.

People passed her in the hallway while she dithered. George ignored them mostly, save for a "What're you looking at?" thrown over her shoulder at someone who then scurried off. Then she signed and rested her head agains the wall.

If she stormed in, what could she say anyhow? And Jack would just look at her, all hot and sweaty and grinning like a fiend and suggest that she join them. And she was half afraid that she might, weird and kinky as it would undoubtedly be.


George turned and marched off toward the cafeteria hoping that the magical sorts had made some progress. But not too much progress. She really didn't want to find herself shagging Sam Tyler...again.

Re: OOC snickering

Date: 2007-06-21 11:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Jack "man slut" Harkness. Oh yeah. LOL

OOC: George can . . .

Date: 2007-06-21 11:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com
George can bump into Ami, who's arguing with herself over here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/145568.html?thread=4486048#t4486048), if you'd like.

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