Thread: Alternate Timeline Crossover RP (EvelynWillows & Reality Escapee)

An around the world voyage. Aristides thought to himself. It sounded like a quaint relic from the early days of exploration, but he could see how such a voyage would be fulfilling. Why was he here, after all, if not to satisfy his own urge to explore? He was trying to contribute to his society, he supposed, but wasn't that the pretext that all people used to pursue their own interests? It seemed that Eleanor pursued her interests with a vengeance, and needed no pretext for doing so. It's great what you're doing. I could never just keep my feet on the ground either. He remarked. He took a piece of the bazooka and tried it. His eyes widened immediately. He saw now why she chewed it without swallowing it. The substance was impossibly sweet, and clearly made without nourishment in mind. It existed only for the pleasure of its flavor. Aristides found it wonderfully decadent. Privately, he wondered if it would really take him months to get rescued. Obviously, they were in no hurry to rescue a single agent. If they decided to attempt an invasion on the other hand... they might be here a little sooner. Aristides didn't want to think about that. Instead he leaned over the railing beside her and gazed out at the great Pacific, thinking of the vast oceans of time and space that stood between him and his home. He couldn't help but flash a crooked grin at her when she complimented him. He tried to remind himself that she was only an unwitting information source, but that seemed so very wrong. Unworthy of him, even. I already sent out a signal. No rescue will be coming, not any time soon. I'm afraid they've dumped me on, you at least until we reach some land. He explained. His expression was apologetic, but he didn't seem too broken up about it. Seeing the shape of her body as she leaned over the rail made him grateful for the loose, breezy shorts he wore. He remembered for a moment that they were her father's, and not to think about what was in them. Their clothing billowed like kites as the wind whipped over the ocean, as though egging Aristides on. Aristides had been with women before, but rarely with much passion or romance. For the most part, his experiences had been derived from eugenics programs, which were a government enforced method of selective breeding for desirable traits in humans. Enjoying sex purely for pleasure was considered base and non-productive, although it certainly happened. Things had been different at one time, obviously. Hellenistic sexuality had become gradually less free as the philosopher kings gained power, forcing a cultural shift that praised the intellect and denigrated the body. The law forced many sexual activities underground, and created a prostitution problem. Aristides himself had been tempted by such things, in his youth. He was struck by the feeling that, for the first time in his life, there was no one watching. Nobody for miles and miles, and no one from his world on the entire planet. If he came up behind her now, he could imagine how she would fit neatly into the center of his barrel chest, and how he might take her right here in the open ocean wind, and nobody would know. If they met later, she wouldn't look at him in shame, and pretend not to know him. She would probably flash him a big grin. Women aren't like you where I come from. He muttered. That was not right. You're supposed to be leading the conversation toward the Cold War. He thought to himself.