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Ten Forward, Open

Personal Log, stardate 44195.79851598155...

After recording his log, Remy looked around the expanse of Ten Forward, smiling, as his hands almost automatically drew out a new deck of cards, opened them, and then started shuffling them. But not normally.

Remy was fond of games. He liked games especially if they were skill games, ones requiring an expenditure of effort, not just to win the game, but to show you had some skill in some area. He had played many such back home, from roofrunning to thievery, and he had never backed down from them. He liked them, and what each one brought to his mind new ideas and new variations of old skills and abilities.

Coming up with new ways to shuffle cards was one such thing, and as he watched the room, he began using one new technique after another. Side shuffle, flip the tip, run the line, and more were added to a normal shuffle, then made more complex by card being flipped in the air, and caught, sometimes slowly, and sometimes faster. He wasn't being flashy about it, or trying to catch attention, he was just working on being busy.

For the moment.

(ooc: The thread with Elizabeth has entered into nsfw territory.)

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Remy dealt her a card without looking and flipped it face up. It was the King of Diamonds.

"I can't heal your heart, beauty, but I can be one who helps you deal. A friend, maybe, with benefits." His eyes carried the smirk, even as his mouth did.

Lorna eyed him and the card in front of her. "It never goes well. Someone always gets attached." She gently pushed the card back. "But once. . . Well it's hard to get to attached after one night together." She spoke carefully, mulling things over as she went. Maybe that would help her. She hoped so.

"If that's what you want, Lorna. Don't want you to do what you don't feel right about." He smiled softly, hating to see her hurting like this.

"Then make it feel good," Lorna replied. "I want that right now. You, I mean. I want you because we are friends and because you're a good person. Also a sexy person." She spoke softly, but her expression was intense.

"It'd be my pleasure, Lorna, if that's what you want. " He met her intense expression, with his own. But he also wondered about whether she was suddenly ready, for real.

"Come on and let's go talk." He rose and extended her his hand.

She took his hand and stood, sighing softly. "I guess all I really want is to feel good and make someone else feel good, if I'm being honest."

"Then we can do other things, Lorna. Don' need to do anything you might regret later." Maybe he had grown, maybe.

But for now, he just wanted his friend to feel better. "Ever gotten a massage from someone you trusted?"

"I haven't really trusted anyone who could do it. Alex is terrible at shoulder rubs."

She laughed a little, once she understood what he was really asking. "You still want to get your hands all over my naked body, huh?"

Remy laughed, then shook his head. "I think you could use a good massage a lot more than you could use sex, Lorna." He smirked at her. "And I think I am very good at making people relax."

He tapped her nose gently.

Lorna gave him a wry smile. "Maybe. I'll take what I can get. Do you have a place to do it? I've heard that the bed is an awful place if you don't want to hurt your back." She did care about Remy and that he cared enough to offer her something soothing when she was so flakey about things meant a lot to her.

Remy nodded. "I invested in a massage surface right after arriving. I like to do it for partners and friends alike." He grinned. "It's in my quarters."

He offered her a hand, then, and a smirk.

Lorna shrugged and took it. What did she have to lose? "Are you finding plenty of company to keep you occupied? There are a lot of pretty women on the ship."

"Despite rumors, I'm picky in my partners, Lorna. And I've made a friend or two, but this is mostly a distraction while I figure out if there is a way to get out of here." Remy's grin was positively mischievous, and sure. He had no intention of living in the 24th century for the rest of his life. Not if he could help it, anyway. And he just might be able to. Maybe. "And there are quite a few actual friendly types here, as well." He smiled to her.

"What about you?" He was curious now, as to what she was doing with her time.

"I'm all for a way out, but I don't want to go home, either." Lorna admitted as they headed toward Remy's room. "There's not much there for me anymore. I might stay in space. Steal one of their shuttles or something."

Remy listened as they walked down the hall, then opened the door when they got to his room. "Sounds about right. And you don't have to steal a shuttle. Why not just find a way to acquire one legally, or build one?"

He grinned at her as he opened the closet and pulled out a case. The case unzipped and out came a massage table, which he folded out as he talked. "You might just become the next starship captain around here."

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"I don't have any money or a job. It'll be hard to get a- Who are you to lecture me about stealing?" Lorna said with a laugh.

She used her powers to help him unfold the table. "What do you want me to do?"

"Thanks." He smirked at her. "Do as you like, but there are reasons I haven't stolen a lot here. The tech is new and impressive. Might be a good idea to wait for some time before deciding to just head off. At least until you know what you're heading off into."

He nodded. "Here." he pulled a robe and a set of stretchy shorts and a t-shirt out and handed them to her. "Strip and put these on, and come back out here, and lay down on your back." He nodded, then pulled out some oils, and a mini-oil warmer, and set up.

Lorna turned her back to Remy and began undressing. After years of paramilitary activities she was comfortable undressing around all her friends. It made for some pretty interesting romantic situations, but it was better than blushing at every injury that needed treatment.

"I'm not going to do anything without a plan. I'm just planning to have a plan right now."

Remy chuckled, and moved around getting ready, not paying much attention, after having seen he before, sometimes. If not nude, then close. Soon, he was ready. "If you want to just slip under the sheet that way, you can."

He listened, then nodded. "Makes sense."

Lorna settled in and relaxed her body, sighing softly. "It's been a long time since someone's massaged me."

Remy grinned as he surveyed her, and moved with his now warm oils to her side. "Well, you deserve it. Putting up with all of us crazy people around you, often dealing with crazy powers, and now this mess?"

Remy snorted. he was of the firm opinion that everyone he knew needed several weeks of spa days to make up for the lack of them in the past. Their lives had been ridiculous, but fun, sometimes. Well, not a lot, but still.

Remy got to work slowly, gently strumming his fingers along her feet as he firmly began a light set of strokes, also watching her body and her head to see if anything was too light or too heavy.

Lorna sighed and relaxed under his touch. "Your hands are so warm," she mumbled. This was a luxury and she fully intended to enjoy it fully. It was only polite, after all. "Do you think they'll let us get jobs here, eventually?"

"Yep. From what I've heard, things are moving toward that soon." His hands worked over her muscles slowly but firmly, using his strength and nimble fingers to get at sore muscles. Slowly he worked up her feet to her ankles, and up to her lower legs, stroking her muscles with firm but gentle strokes as he went.

"I'm looking forward to it, trying to keep busy, in truth." Well, truth was, he kept busy quite easily. But he wouldn't mind getting busier. "Maybe I'll open a shop, feed some of the needs here."

"Me too. Sitting around waiting is getting on my nerves." She sounded more distant as relaxation settled on her tensed body. "Can you get my back? I think that will put me to sleep."

Remy smiled as he moved to her back, and began doing long strokes, gently massaging her tense muscles. "You got it. Just relax, and we'll see if you can get some hard earned rest." He chuckled as he worked her body gently, but firmly, skilled fingers caressing her muscles as he tried to make them relax and unwind.

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