[OPEN] Valentine's Mingle

[passingmod]

Who: Everyone! Open to All
What: Valentine's Day mingle logs
When: any time generally around the holiday
Where: awkward cupid / conversation hearts / repay the gesture

Love is in the air, from chocolated Japan to cherubic America, from Victorian times to the far-off future. There are dreams of romance, candy, timid (and bold!) love confessions, and hearts everywhere.

(ooc: This is a post to keep threads together for Valentine's Day. Separate posts or additional subthreads are also fine, and this one is optional. Since some of the affects have potential to force a character's reactions icly, it may be best to discuss between the players or note your preferences/anything you'd rather avoid.)

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[forhiscause]

Her body tensed as she felt something marginally soft touch her sides. She looked down to spy those strong arms actually taking a hold of her. She was hesitant, unsure as to what he should be expecting, if this was actually what it felt like to be held.

Whatever it was, Cortana liked it and she closed her eyes pressing herself against this new-found solid body in front of him. Her hands trailed up his shoulders and were lost in strands of... hair?

"Your armor." She commented, lifting her gaze up to try and catch a glimpse of his face. "It's gone, chief."

[one_one_se7en]

He blinks. His eyes still see the markings of his HUD, but feeling the air run over his face and hair, and the outer plating removed to leave his black undersuit, he takes stock of himself.

He slowly steps back, but he doesn't let go of Cortana's hands.

"It's dreams." He looked to his side, berating himself for the wordless outburst. "It's how things run around here."

Even the slightest memory and emotion can change them.

[forhiscause]

Cortana was silent, her eyes were looking at his arms around the exact areas where that black body suit was closest to his skin. He wasn't a heap of rectangular armor anymore, he was defined and curved. She pressed a hand against his chest and felt warmth and pressure, his fit muscles were hard underneath that flesh. This was definitely a dream. How else would she be able to get this lucky?

"Lucky me." She responded, voice tender as she pulled her hand back in shyness. "I must be the only machine in the world who can dream."

Unless she wasn't a machine. But Cortana was trying very hard not to over-think. There was something very important and huge standing in front of him.