YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR HAT ON but we don't have any hats.

[endeavors]

CHARACTERS: Andy | endeavors, Carmo | weathering and YOU
LOCATION: Somewhere hidden in the Oxygen Gardens...... OR SO THEY THOUGHT
WARNINGS: There is a naked couple making out in this log
SUMMARY: The wolfy couple decides to have some romantic times in the gardens WE SAY WE TURN IT INTO A SITCOM DISASTER
NOTES: Nakedness? Secondhand embarrassment?? Firsthand embarrassment??? Just a lot of embarrassment.

There will be a first thread just for Andy and Carmo, then you're all free to jump in. Just spam away, don't worry about putting too much thought into your tags because LET'S FACE IT this is just for laughs. Feel free to go clusterfuck on it, too, we ain't even curr.

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ANDY & CARMO

[endeavors]

[weathering]

[ In her heart of hearts somewhere, she knows that it's silly, but she misses skulking around parks and breathing in real air. Real air sometimes coupled with exhaust fumes, given where they live, except it still felt different. Not like the air here. In any case, she feels silly because she and Andy have found a quiet corner of the oxygen garden to themselves, and she is rolling all over the floor like she's never been happier. She has, of course, been much happier than this, but this is probably up there in terms of space experiences so far.

Slightly upside down, she glances to Andy in a coy and playful manner that canines manage so well, whining softly to coax him over to her, encourage him to join her in her frolicking and frivolity. ]

[endeavors]

[Andy is more than happy to follow, watching her with a tentative start to his legs while she rolls in the grass, lowering his head to take its scent and the air, pawing closer only when she explicitly encourages him to. His nose finds her throat, nuzzling it quickly before he settles somewhere near her, placing the pad of his paw between her ears. Their difference in size is considerable, but the care he puts into his movements never poses any sort of threat to her wellbeing. Quite the contrary, in fact - Andy is a helpless furball of affection in this precise moment (and whenever Carmo is around, really.)

The gardens are sort of a blessing. Enough space for them to run in a rather pleasant imitation of a natural environment, sometimes even provided with small critters to hunt down and feed on. Andy hasn't really attempted that feat since his teeth sunk down into those diseased rats in the laboratory, however... but with Carmo here, who knows - she always encourages him to be a little braver than he allows himself to.]

[weathering]

[ Pleased by his response, Carmo twists and stretches for a moment before she rolls back onto her front, her snout placed directly between her paws for a few seconds as she gazes unblinking at her husband. She was always very teasing, as both a woman and a wolf, but like this she was almost more childish. She and her son together as wolves were a formidable and chaotic duo, though at the very least they tended to focus their playfulness on each other and on Andy. Easing forward, Carmo nips at Andy's paws first, then at his nose, until she has invaded his personal space almost as fully as she can manage. She knows he doesn't mind; she wouldn't do it, any of it, if she thought he did. ]

[endeavors]

[He misses the part of their son in the equation, even if he's quite happy to be sharing this moment with his wife, teeth grazing her in return - again, never a threat in any way - with a little whine, breathing out quickly, happily. He rolls on his back and then on his side, away from her, before he stands up to linger over Carmo to offer her some kisses (as wolves would do). They've been wolves for a good while; he's feeling rather daring in this moment, and their location seems remote enough.

Shall he regain a pair of hands to cup her face and give her proper kisses?]

[weathering]

[ Her tail invariably twitches, content and enthusiastic, always happy whenever Andy plays along with her little whims. She wonders sometimes if anyone else would just find her plainly annoying from time to time, and yet Andy, if anything, only encourages her to be exactly the way she is, all the time. She follows his cues quickly enough, the soft, thick fur that his human hands touch becoming warm, supple skin in a matter of seconds, her voice thick with affection. ]

You're feeling bold today, amor, aren't you? [ Softly, she loops her arms around his neck, raising her brows. ] We haven't done anything like this since we were teenagers.

[endeavors]

[He doesn't seem to mind the texture of grass beneath his body, leaning over to indulge himself and his darling wife in a couple of kisses between her words, murmuring absentmindedly. It's difficult to find a moment to fully relax, given their situation and the fact that they're missing their only son, so all he wants to do is appreciate what he has with affection.]

No one's around to see us. [he smiles, obviously unconcerned (obviously unaware). He brushes a strand of hair from her face, curling his finger carefully,] I missed this.

MERLIN & CO.

[endeavors]

[loyalpup]

It's the smell he notices first. There's no mistaking that sort of scent even though he's never experienced it himself. For a moment he hesitates and nearly turns around to leave, but innocent curiosity gets the better of him. He's quiet as he sniffs out the location of the frolicking pair.

Oh.

He should leave now. Right now before they discover how rude he's being. Too bad he's suddenly quite clumsy and falls over his own feet.

[endeavors]

He doesn't notice anything at first - but it's hard to ignore stumbling, especially when there's the sound of branches and grass involved. Andy looks up and turns his head over his shoulder, suddenly all too aware of the temperature on his skin.

"Did you hear something?"

[sugarpills]

Oh my god.

They were having sex.

Ryan just wanted to enjoy a cigarette. It was his day to smoke- he had it all organized now. Smoke days were Tuesdays, Thursdays, and if he really wasn't feeling good, Saturdays. It was all pretty much easier said than done though, and Ryan didn't really punish himself when he ended up smoking on Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday. He just enjoyed the smoking days when they came, and a little walk through the Gardens. Because unlike everything else on this goddamn ship, the Oxygen Gardens were actually somewhat normal.

But yeah. This? This isn't normal. There are people making out. Naked. Right there!

The noises drew him towards the naked couple nearby. They were...very familiar noises, but not one he thought he would hear in a fucking garden. A fucking public garden. But when Ryan peeked around the corner, and saw two naked people nearby...

He looked away, and covered his mouth. Then he looked back. Then he looked away again.
Oh my god.

Ryan peeked around the bushes to the couple for a third time, wrinkling his nose as he now realized where the sounds were actually coming from. They were fucking in the garden. Really.

It would only be his luck to want to enjoy a good cigarette, and find a bunch of horny people instead.

[skindeep]

[Bringing Edgar to the gardens is part of Noah's daily routine. His room is simply too small, even for an indoor cat. At least here the yellow tabby can walk on the grass, chase a bug. Jump over a naked couple.]

Whoops!

[Noah grabs the cat and immediately turns his back to them. Were they just - yes, Noah's quite sure that they were. But he can't just leave without apologizing.]

Pardon us, we didn't realize that this part of the gardens was...occupied.

[endeavors]

[His first instinct really shouldn't be CAT. Cats are secondary to what's going on. Maybe not even secondary, just - further down the list of priorities. Because he's naked and his wife is naked and there's a stranger trying not to stare at them naked.]

Oh my God - oh God, I'm sorry, we didn't - [What in the world do you say in this situation god help us all

oh, right - cover your privates. That's a good start.] We thought -

[skindeep]

[Noah's really trying not to laugh, because they're embarrassed, a lot more than he is. He doesn't want to see too flippant about his reassurance.]

You thought that the gardens were lovely and more than a little romantic. And you'd be right about that. Don't worry, I won't look.

[endeavors]

[lord save us all]

--is that your cat? Is your cat all right?

[andy now is not the time to think about that cat]

[lifewithoutrest]

Most of her time is spent either in the med bay or wandering the ship in search of quiet corners and new information. But on occasion, she simply wants to get away, find some semblance of peace. Something that, unsurprisingly, isn't always easily found. But what can one expect when she has been abducted to an alien space ship at a critical point in her timeline. She certainly hasn't been sleeping well.

The oxygen gardens are the closest approximation to freedom she's encountered aboard the ship. They at least provide an allusion of open space. And usually, they are quiet, perhaps because of the odd hours she prefers to keep. Or maybe she's just been lucky.

In any case, she isn't expecting to meet anyone during her walk, let alone stumble upon the young couple very clearly engaged in activities they likely don't want to share with the rest of the ship. Her eyes widen slightly, and she softly clears her throat before turning back in the direction she'd came.

It seems they could use some privacy.