#v: alien

[archaievist]

Bright green eyes peer into the workshop that had been given to her father by the company that bought them out. What exactly have they been having him work on?

She was expecting some sort of machine, not to see another man with him. "Ah! Elizabeth my dear," she short man extends his arms to his daughter, "come come. I want you to meet someone." The other man is sitting on a table, some wiring exposed. "This is David. David, this is my daughter Elizabeth."

"Hello, I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here. But It's very nice to meet you David," she reaches out her hand to him. It was a little odd to see someone with machinery actively working in them, but stranger things have happened. "I hope he hasn't been talking your ear off," she laughs and winks.

Plotted starter for: @tarot-muses

[archaievist]

V: Alien - The Briar Rose

When Eliza left Mars, the only thing she could find that was space worthy and wouldn't be missed was an old drop ship left from when Mars was first colonized.

It was old and barely ran, but she was able to get it off planet and to a station where she could fix it. it took a while to get it up to her standards, but she's made it her home and base of operations. It's a lot of ship for one person, but she made one of the storage rooms into her bedroom and office. The rest is storage for the various gear, supplies, and treasures she accumulates.

Pics under cut:

[archaievist]

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

from the large green alien fellow <3

Flying through the galaxy is not cheap, any ship needs supplies and those cost money. Even more money when they are scarce. So, a captain on the wrong side of the law has two options: trade or steal. Bartering requires connections and goods, Eliza has both. Some people like a quick in-and-out type arrangement. Honestly she prefers that, no pretenses. But others, like the captain of passenger vessel she'd met a few months back, prefer to 'entertain' their business partners before hand.

Hence why she was dressed in the best she had, they needed those supplies. Perhaps the other captain had become interested in something more between them. But when he came to collect her, she very quickly took his hand off her waist. This was pure business to her, nothing more.

The night ended with her securing the food, fuel, and water they needed; as well as a few other special items the cook she was friends with had gifted her. Heels in hand she trudges back to the ship.

He has been kind enough to zip her up before she left, his hands gentle as always. Perhaps he would be kind enough to help her undo the possess.

"Psi, would you mind-" she doesn't even have to finish the sentence before his hands are once again on the zipper. A blush rises through her face and settles in her ears. "Thank you," she clears her throat. "And how was the ship? No issues I presume?"

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