KINK MEME 3.0

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Same rules as last time and the time before.

post a request anonymously with the pairing of your choice and a prompt/kink/what have you, fill requests that catch your eye!

- one request per comment!
- if you make a request, please try and fill one too!
- have fun!
- chat is full of terrible people!

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[oh god what is this I don't even. I have no good explanation. please forgive any blatant errors of fact/characterization and general wtf. Also sorry for lack of master chief, I'm not sure how he fits into the command structure/anything about him at all.]

She didn't mind Carter's weekly meetings, even if they seemed a little pointless at times; at least it was something other than the endless patrols that took up the dead time in between crises, some semblance of a routine. All of them were sitting around the dining room table, or on chairs backed up against the wall – it the only room in the barracks where they could all fit, and even so, it was a tight squeeze.

"Dismissed," said Carter, and Six pushed back her chair, but before she could stand Jun was shooting to his feet, clearing his throat and looking expectantly at his commander. Carter hesitated just a moment before nodding.

"Go ahead, Jun."

"Thank you, sir," Jun said, and turned back to face them, practically bouncing with excitement.

"This is something Nepeta told me about," he began, and Emile shifted restlessly from his spot in the corner, Jorge just turning to look at him and then back without a word. Jun didn't seem to notice. "If you've been reading my memos" - no one had - "you'll know that troll romance is different than human romance. There are four different types, called quadrants, and..."

Six zoned out a little at that point, glancing around the room. Emile was still sulking in the corner, and Kat was nearly as bad, looking irritated and blatantly ignoring Jun, tapping away on a data pad. Carter, of course, was sitting stiffly, expressionless, but somehow Six had the feeling that he was regretting his decision to let Jun speak as the other Spartan went on and on.

"...and then there's kismesissitude, which is when you hate someone so much you actually -"

There was a snort from across the table, and Six looked over to see O'Brien folding his arms and scowling, obviously extremely unimpressed with this whole ordeal. Rookie put a calming hand on his shoulder, which for some reason seemed to make O'Brien scowl even harder, curling further into himself.

Down at the far end of the table, Black-One leaned close to Black-Two and murmured something inaudible that made Two nearly choke with suppressed laughter. Six watched them with a faint pang of jealousy - she'd never had that kind of relationship with Kat, with anyone, and sometimes she thinks it'd be nice to have an actual female friend once in awhile...and then what Jun said next snapped her attention and that of everyone else right back to him.

"--And that's why I think we should have a moirallegiance orgy."

Dead silence. Carter's face had gone pale, and he seemed to struggle a bit before he managed to speak.

"...Noble Three?"

"To talk about our emotions, sir," Jun said earnestly, and Six realized with faint horror that he wasn't kidding. "Usually trolls only have one moirail, you know, in pairs, but when I explained Spartan culture to Nepeta, she said it sounded a lot like we were all moirails. And I think she's right." He beamed again. "We share our feelings, and work through all our issues, and everyone feels a lot better at the end."

Six couldn't quite decide whether the silence this time was relieved, or more horrified, at this new definition of "orgy."

It went on for a few seconds before Jun reached behind him and deposited a covered platter on the table. "I made cake. In case it goes on awhile, and we need a snack break."

Jun had made cake.

Six exchanged a half-desperate look with Thom, one that was mirrored around the room. The general consensus seemed to be the sooner we get this over with, the less likely it is we'll have to eat Jun's cake. There was another long pause, and then Emile shifted, clearing his throat.

"...Sleeping with Jorge," he said, shooting a quick look in Carter's direction as he says it. "Sick of hiding it." Six wasn't surprised; neither was most of Noble, it seemed. She (along with half the room) looked automatically at Jorge, who looked completely unruffled, and said nothing.

O'Brien kind of freaked out, though, a kind of muffled squawk escaping before he slumped further into his chair, face burning.