The Mother Ship

independent Maureen Robinson from Netflix's Lost In Space (icon/header by: pen-in-hand)

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hiatus until further notice

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“Well, we are both strangers- and we have been through something [horrifying] together. I would be inclined to admit, that in this situation, you are correct.”

“I like to think that in most situations I am correct… Would you like to continue to be strangers. or would you like to exchange formalities?”

[mrsxrobinscn]

Maureen raised a brow at the woman in front of her, a small chuckle on the cusp of being released from her lips. Maureen liked being correct. She also like being in charge of most situations-- she would either click well enough with her, or clash. Either way, it was nice to see a living, breathing person for once. "Maureen." She answered finally.

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I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to distract me from the fact that our kids are in danger.

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“I can’t help you, mom, if you don’t let me.” // @mrsxrobinscn​

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-- she's not a little girl anymore, Maureen. With every blink of her eyes she is reminded. A small sigh and a smile accompany proud eyes. "Okay. Okay. Come with me, then."

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She wouldn’t say anything (though she wanted to) about the beak infiltration of the wires- she had already promised herself that she wouldn’t, so teeth dig into hertl tongue, keeping a dry laugh at bay. Maureen loved animals just as much as the next person, but Don’s relationship with Debbie? (She wouldn’t comment on that anymore either-) “Rubber coating. I can do that.” She turned on her heels and pointed herself in the direction of a storage bin- on Earth it would probably be deemed the ‘JUNK DRAWER’ and no matter how many times she had pleaded with Penny, it still remained unorganized- however, the mother would never lead on as to just how much of a headache it gave her. Maureen needed organization. (If she could color code everything on this ship, she would.)

When she returned, she gazed at the un-faced cubicle Don had been working in and pondered as to why the paneling may have been taken off. (A problem for another time, perhaps) But, she couldn’t help but worry that any inconvenience (big OR small) was Smith’s doing. “–Here.” She reached out to him, flimsy rubber coatings in her grasp.

                             it   was   a   good   question  ;      HOW   HAD   THIS   PANEL   COME   FREE ?    there   was   always   the   potential   that   someone   just   left   it   off  ,      but   blaming   smith   seemed   like   a   more   reliable   assumption .               he   busies   himself   with   cutting   up   the   wire  ,     pulling   back   the   coating  ,     making   sure   the   trim   is   clean   enough   so   that   he   can   easily   tape   it   back   together .     𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒   𝐓𝐎   𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍   𝐈𝐒   𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 .       he   takes   the   rubber   between   his   hands  ,    finds   the   right   colour   from   the   selection  ,     and   carefully   twists   it   around   the   thin   metal   wire .        IT’S   AN   EASY   FIX .      some   wire   tape  ,    and   she’s   as   good   as   new  …    almost  ,     because   it   definitely   looks   like   a   makeshift   job  ,     but   it’s   safe .

             the   panel   is   soon   enough   clicked   back   against   the   wall   and   fixed   in   place   ——    WITH   BOLTS   FOR   ADDED   SAFETY .       ❝     job   done .        ❞      he   states  ,     hands   rub   together   as   he   leans   back   on   his   heels .        ❝     you   think   the   panel   just   came   loose  ?        ❞

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Standing back to allow him to work, Maureen can’t help the slight admiration at how certain his movements are. He has done this. And done this and done this. His demeanor and his tact may not be Maureen’s cup of tea, but he was a professional. And professionals got things done by any means necessary. 

(And after she shot him up in that tin can with John, she learned quickly to never doubt him.)

Don was a good man, and he got what needed to be done- well, done. — after the panel clicked, Maureen crossed her arms, feigning deep thought. But, she already knew her answer, and she had a small inkling that Don may be on the same page. “No, I don’t.” She finally admits. “And the kids may not like the gritty work, but they would have put this panel back on, while rolling their eyes, sure, but- 

She looks over her shoulder down the long, smooth hall of the Jupiter. “There wasn’t any damage too big for you to fix.” And Debbie surely didn’t receive any pain for her troubles. “But, a small inconvenience for you to fix quickly.” Brows pull together. “Do you think she was distracting us?” Her being Smith. Or Jessica. Or whoever the hell she was. Suddenly, she felt an urge to check on Smith.

[powerof3in1]

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At one point Maureen had fallen asleep in her chair. A voice over the intercom jolted her awake. She uncrossed her legs, one of them tingling in slight pain. She had grown stuff from her jumbled position.

She rubbed at her eyes and pushed herself up. She stretched and yawned before she began wandering. No one seemed to want to stop her this time. Maybe the night shift didn’t care? Or they didn’t notice her.

The halls were quiet as she crept through- her watch reading 3A.M.

She poked her head into a room to see finally a woman who looked familiar.

Prue had woken up on and off throughout the night. She was groggy and still on an intense cocktail of pain killers and other drugs to ward off infection. The witch’s anxiety was warring with the medication so her mind was racing every time she woke up but her body wouldn’t move, she was also confused each time she awoke. Her thoughts and memories were fuzzy and scrambled. 

Waking up to someone standing by her door, she wondered if it was a nurse or doctor coming to take more blood, which made her nervous for multiple reasons, but then, why would they just stand near the door and not come straight in? 

“Hello?” She croaked, voice raspy as her dry throat strained to speak for the first time since before her surgery began. “Hello?” She called again, wanting to ask if someone was there and who it was, or if her imagination was creating shadows, but her throat and mouth were too dry to force anymore words out just yet. 

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Maureen had heard a faint noise, but she wasn’t certain. She was exhausted, perhaps she had imagined it, but- no, the stranger definitely spoke. The mother straightened up in the doorway and smiled faintly. “Hello.” She stepped further into the room, but kept her distance all the same. Maureen didn’t want to frighten the woman. She had been through enough as it was. 

“How are you feeling?” A silly question to ask someone laid in a hospital bed, but what else was she to say? They didn’t know each other. Maureen could have gone home the moment the ambulance came, but her furious need to make sure people were okay made her do the unthinkable.

She crossed her arms, a chill traveling up her spine as she squinted against the dark room to get a better look at the younger woman. Hospitals didn’t really scare her, but someone felt off- and she wasn’t sure why. 

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[mrsxrobinscn]

Acts of Affection ▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart. ➡️ @xxtorpedo

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It's a lazy sunday, light trickles in cruelly from the curtains, and all Maureen wishes is for a few more moments of serenity. To rememeber the way she feels in this very moment forever.

She feels the other woman against her, she couldn't even tell you what time it was if her life depended on it. All she could tell you was the way the sheets felt soft against her skin, how warm F.J. felt in the curve of her side.

But, then, the woman in question stirred and Maureen couldn't help the frown that formed on her face. A frown that quickly fell when the other woman's hand began to explore, splitting tired legs apart.

"You really can go all day, can't you?" Maureen's voice is shaky and sleep ridden- but, she's amused.

[mrsxrobinscn]

☼

Acts of Affection ☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other. ➡️ @robotconnected

The mother new moments like this were precious, that her little boy wouldn't be- well, so little. A caring, nurturing arm wraps around him, holding him close, knowing he was safe.

"We haven't had a quiet day like this in a while, huh? Tell me about school."

[intothewildsea]

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It had been so long since she’d seen water that she could swim in. The pool was shimmering, enticing her to dive into its depths. Niamh was all too eager to answer the call. She’d stripped down to her underwear and waded into the water, stopping when it was at her waist.

She turned to Maureen with a broad grin. “Aren’t you going to join me?” Her tone was teasing, lilting, beckoning the other woman to follow her. She backed up a few more steps, wading deeper. “It feels amazing!”

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Maureen had ran her tests and was pleased enough to know that the water was not harmful in amy of her readings. You could never be careful. She had done this for Niamh and nothing or no one else. She knew how much the water meant to her--

Eyes look upward as Niamh strips, admiring the purple sky, however, eyes flutter back to the shape in the water as it ripples slightly. "No, I shouldn't- I--" She gestured to her coat. "Might be too cold for me."

[mrsxrobinscn]

✩ Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair. Or, at least, as 'tending' as a giant knife-edged hand reaching out to fluff fluff fluff her hair can be. Fluff fluff fluff fluff.

Acts of Affection ➡️ @aboyandhisbot [ROBOT]

Maureen, finally getting to Penny's book, sits on the edge of a storage container with her feet dangling comfortably. She hears the rattling steps of the mechanical friend and acknowledges them briefly before pointing her nose back down into the pages of the neatly scribbled tale.

She feels them edge closer to her. Closer and closer until-

Oh.

Maureen feels as if she is the prize in one of those old claw machine games- it isn't gentle, but, it doesn't hurt her. (She saw the way they were with the horses, they are more than capable) "Thank you." There is a smile in her voice, but she sits rigid, not wanting to move and accidentally pull a wad of her hair out due to the tighter-than-human-fingers grasp.

Still, it was very endearing.

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Acts of Affection

Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours!  For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!

Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.