Polar Explorer RPF - Prompt Post 1

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This is for prompts for all things general Polar Explorer RPF.

If you've filled (or started filling) a prompt, please make sure to link it in the comments of the Fills Post. And if you would like to cross-post your fills on AO3, here is the collection!

Under this umbrella you can prompt: 

• Historical versions of Franklin Expedition(-adjacent) guys (Rossier, Gore/McClure, etc)
• Madhouse at the End of the Earth/Belgica Expedition
• Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration - Shackleton, Scott, Amundsen, Mawson
• Andrée Expedition
  
• Karluk Expedition
• etc

Prompts in line with adaptations of Heroic Age stories can also fit here, for example if you want to specifically prompt Hugh Grant!Cherry from The Last Place On Earth getting wrecked (which someone really should). 

No blorbo too obscure for this post! EXCEPT: NO PEARY ALLOWED. God I hate that guy.



Rules: 

1. Be fucking nice. YKINMATO/KINKTOMATO at all times.

 

2. This meme is CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) but warnings are highly encouraged.

 

3. Prompts should use this format in the subject line: [SHIP], [DESCRIPTION]

e.g.

Mertz/Ninnis, sex crying

 

Solo gen can be prompted as well alongside (a) character name and description

e.g.

Gen, Emil Racovitza, discovering a crazy new fish

 

4. Fills should use this format in the subject line: FILL: [TITLE], [PAIRING], [RATING], [ANY WARNINGS]

e.g.

Fill: The Very Next Day, Cherry/Birdie, E, cw self-harm

 

5. One prompt per comment please. 

 

6. Multiple fills for each prompt are welcome! 

 

7. You don't have to be anon for your prompts or your fills but we do encourage it because of the vibe. You're also welcome to deanon your stuff by posting on AO3/Tumblr as you please! 

 

8. Feedback on prompts and fills is AWESOME; please take longer conversations to the discussion post.

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FILL: two is company, Deb/Deb, clonefucking + voyeurism, E, 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

Physiographer’s log, Stardate 49066.7

Transporter accident today. Hooper was on the controls—blessed are the trainees! Day had gone down with the Bajoran flu yesterday & so the misaligned coupling had been missed this morning during routine checks sans Bernardo, so I am told.

I was already onboard the runabout with the away team waiting for Deb to beam up. He did, a little dizzy, Birdie caught him before he came down. He seemed OK, tricorder confirmed. Docking clamps released and we were just about to pull away when — here Deb comes again! A little dizzy & this time I caught him mid plummet!

This episode put a kibosh on the whole mission rather handily & we clamped back down with some urgency while I bemoaned my bad luck & having to unload an entire hold’s worth of sample crates — empty! No rare Minna IV minerals for Ye Disappointed Physiographer this stardate or next. Aber das max nix.

Deb primus and Deb segundus circled eachother warily in the infirmary. Atch & Bill scurrying around with scanners & yanking samples as a small crowd looked eagerly on! No difference between the two that I can tell: Lt. Cohen, also observing, put it that one is rather more handsome than the other! Marie agrees, however they came to blows over which, P or S, is the winner in question.

Cohen inquires if the mission will be rescheduled & I perceive she is angling to take Deb(s) place if he/they are still indisposed. I am inclined to agree to this for the summers on Minna IV are brutally short & the winters v. long & if postponed past Friday I should not be able to get at my minerals until long past the expiration of my yearlong posting here—I shall ask the Owner tomorrow when the hubbub has died down.

P-Deb and S-Deb both phase-stable according to Silas. Ory counsellorically states that both are psychologically indistinguishable. Some help she is. She & Bill & Silas hard at work on sorting it out, tho’ I fear it shall take until Day stops shivering & can get out of bed and press some buttons.

In the meantime P & S have become the problem of Thomas G. Down at Clissold’s I treated them both to dinner & Saurian brandy and tried to talk of Minnan minerals & crystal strata — which Deb & I had been discussing enthusiastically immediately before boarding the Alph, but neither now seemed inclined to contribute. Soon a parade of staff & station residents marching past our humble outpost to gawk. Debs quieter than usual but I was happy to chat on his/their behalf.

Lillie says meeting oneself ought to be pleasant and rewarding, he himself has always enjoyed his zhian’tara. Marie says if he met himself he’d probably deck himself (joke?) Gran suggests one Deb should be chosen to be shot: typical Cardassian problem-solving. The Owneress sighs she has always wanted a duplicate & I made mental note to ensure prevention of such an eventuality, if at all it might be in my power! Pennell offers some Bajoran spiritual rot about unity of souls I have already forgotten. Taff says it had happened to a fellow in his noncom training class. “And what happened to him?” quoth S-Deb (viz. commbadge placed on left by clever Cohen earlier to distinguish) with some anxiety.

“You mean them,” Taff winks, “one is on permanent disability shore leave, declared unfit for duty, & well sir, the other they say drowned in a bottle somewhere in the Orcinus system.”

P colored and S spluttered a kind of dismayed cough. Taff clapped big paws onto one shoulder per Deb. “Don’t worry, he wasn’t so hardy a fellow as yourselves—you'll get along just fine—I should say the more the merrier—more to go around” !!!

Physiographer’s log, supplemental

One Deb slumped off to his quarters & the other, primus, seemed unwilling to follow so graciously invited him for a nightcap at mine. Without his doppelganger he seemed to brighten somewhat & we had just finally gotten back on the subject of Minnan silicates when the door chimed: CSW, padd in hand. He had just been to Deb’s quarters & given S the latest, now doing due diligence to make sure P was updated as well.

Charlie as always v. solicitous when it comes to our Deb. Had I foreseen the two becoming such bosom friends I’d have fain brought both along to this posting: v. often—like now—they put heads together & leave out Ye Original Chum. The thanks I get for my able & perceptive recruitment! CSW & Deb now murmuring on my sofa while I dictate in bedroom. Probably “bear up old chap” or W.T.T.E., platitudes of the sort which I had, in retrospect, failed to readily proffer.

Both have now fled my quarters—Deb preferring Silas’s neat abode to his own (occupado by S) or mine tho’ I had offered solicitously to clear my sofa of dishes & clothes & padds for his use. I had wondered if CSW had thoughts viz. Cohen’s hypothesis: P more handsome or S — & put the question to him as they stepped out.

Deb preened just a bit — “Fanny said that did she?” stared & waited — Silas a petulant eye-roll & dodging the question, drawled “That makes no sense, they’re identical down to the atom” which was (I suspect) the wrong thing to say.

FILL: two is company, Deb/Deb, clonefucking + voyeurism, E, 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Physiographer’s log, Stardate 49069.7

Morning confab with Owner a success, he agrees Minna mission ought to go ahead tomorrow with Cohen in Deb’s place should duplication not be resolved in time. Both P & S object to this when told: “Can’t one of us go?” —one of them, pleadingly — but Cohen is pleased!

Med team unanim. that Debs (Debes, Debae, Debii?) must not separate (nor travel far from the station even together) for minute molecular differences could make quantum realignment or what have you more difficult to actuate than already is. Having spent the night apart, Bill admonishes, has already funked up the numbers somewhat. CSW & I duly abashed at allowing S & P to stray from each other — but really, how could we have known!

Lunchtime at replimat sans Deb(s): T.G., Charlie, Cohen. We agree on observation that S & P seem strangely not to enjoy each others company. This, to all present, confuses muchly, for we all enjoy Deb’s company a great deal!

TGT: [facetious] Could he be shaken by the sight of his own aesthetic & moral & intellectual perfection standing before him?
[all laugh]
FC: No, but you know, I did think how two Bills or Pennells would be an overload of decency — too much of a good thing — but Deb is just — well, he isn’t so all-round perfect as to be —
CSW: —yes, I daresay you’re right —
TGT: — Perhaps we should get Hooper to recreate his mistake ad infinitum so we can each have a personal Deb —!
FC & CSW break off, look at each other meaningfully — a meaning lost on TGT — until —
CSW: What would you want with one of your own?

Accusing & proprietary! Much to ponder.

Later in Geo. Lab. Two Debs are better than one at making & labeling specimens — so I thought. Hypothesis: tis better to be hard at work than remain idle in the general fearful double-sulk affecting him/them. Result: inconclusive.

S-D: This isn’t Arcadian feldspar, it’s a Rigelian feldspar.
P-D: Don’t be ridiculous.
S-D: Look—!
P-D: [grunts] S’pose you’re right.
S-D: You could say thank you.

Sympathetic Mrs. Bill points out that some psyches are more suited to duplication than others. You, she says, for instance, would be enthusiastic about the prospect (accurate); & Wright eminently practical, but Debenham’s chronic modesty obscuring & somewhat impairing a the healthy operation of a strong underlying ego, is perfect recipe for inability to adapt to situation at hand c.f. being confronted with one’s real, true phiz & personality the way others see one.

Do you mean to say, says I, that he is shaken by the sight of his own perfection? Having generally suppressed an awareness of it thus far? Ory laughs — must have not expected me to catch her meaning like that! Wotto Ye Skeptical Betazoid!

Afternoon Ops meeting which Ye Lowly Physiographer not privy to. Details rec’d from CSW present as transporter biophysics expert. Day is up, doped to the gills on extra-strength vitaspray, rather shaky as CSW tells it, but with a workable plan which has met with Owner’s approval—tho’ no clear route to execution of it for the following reason.

The gist seems to be that in order to reintegrate P-Deb & S-Deb after this long (24hrs.+ being ages in quantum time) there is a requirement of “high-level simultaneous stimuli in order to achieve necess’ry alignment.”

Naturally the only suggestion Bill could come up with was some sort of synchronized regimen of intense pain. Deb understandably reluctant to submit to such a trial! Don’t much like the sound of it myself!

Physiographer’s log, supplemental

Plan hatches magnificently at Clissold’s after dinner —all having had a synthale or three excepting TGT’s modest amount of root beer.

Soberly I am moved to consider that we could be having much a great deal more fun than we are, with this little mishap—more fun certainly than the present none-at-all.

“We?” says Debs eodem tempore.

“Well, you” —gesture encompassing CSW & FC & P & S. “You astonish me, Deb, for not recognizing a splendid solution to a complicated problem, perchance temporary as may be.” Querying looks from all so I continue. “Historically speaking: when Miss Minnehaha isn’t looking Wright gazes moonily your way. When Wright absents himself she becomes a giggling limpet.” (Ignoring outraged female squawk from Cohen) “You, I am sure, don’t know what they possibly see in you, so hardly recognize the thing for what it is. Or rather you didn’t know, until now. I fancy now you know a bit better—having had the chance to make moony gazes in your own direction.” Mrs. Bill’s empathic insights as my weapon!

Deb having nothing to say for himself on this matter other than a muttered “Don’t be ridiculous,” & studiously avoiding his own/the other’s eyes, I move to shame CSW & FC for not exerting agency to stake claims. Through gritted teeth, CSW: “Never knew you were such a keen student of human nature, Taylor.”

“It’s all those terrible romances he reads,” Fanny says. “Putting the strangest things in his already overstuffed head.”

“And there’s more where that came from.” I count the words on fingers: “High level simultaneous stimuli.”

Uptake was gratifyingly quick tho’ I expected no less from a table of decorated Starfleet science officers. All four exploded variously.

“Griff—! Good lord”
“That’s absurd”
“Well it could work”
“I mean - would you mind”
"Why not?"
“Might be fun —!”
“I really can’t believe this”

Eventually, at last, FC+P & CSW+S blushing & glancing & trying not to giggle.

I bought all a final celebratory round & we proceeded to the infirmary. CSW, charmingly light on his feet, loaded up Day’s program into the transporter with one Deb while Cohen began staking a claim on the other, going all limpet, & he now instead of edging away, allowing himself the pleasure of frontal contact with her bosom — Hail Progress!

I herd both tipsy duos into the transporter. Supervening the controls I also take the liberty of dimming the lights and putting on some mood music (sultry Murdian mixolydian ambient).

Heard CSW mumble: “it’s for your own good you know” & Deb really truly smiling for the first time since this all started. The other to Fanny: “Here I was thinking you arranged all this to get my place on the away team — but perhaps it was to get me here — I wouldn’t put it past you—“ and her melodic laugh filling the air.

It was thrilling to watch proceed (with a close eye on monitors as well). One Deb was flushed and angelic, as Silas mouthed ravenously at his lips & neck — the other’s face unseen beneath a fallen curtain of Fanny’s thick hair, though her possessive grip on his hindquarters v. visible. Uniforms cast aside; Deb being lavished from 2 directions & I saw him catch his own eye — as if to say incredulous: “how lucky are we!?” — this a few times, & whenever he eyed himself, I think I perceived a further lessening of that terrible awkwardness which had persisted since the accident. As he now at last likes what he sees!

Fascinating to see how positions in such pairings work out & how Deb such ideal partner for two very different creatures: greedy for Silas’s prick between his legs —& at same time gallantly begging entry into Fanny’s cavern. O the duality!

After some time I call out: “Switch!!!” & again for they aren’t listening: “Nearly there — come on, you two, Charlie & Cohen, swap!” Swap at last obediently effected. Fanny crawling over to Deb & sitting down directly & magnificently on his untouched member — Silas sliding yet again between virgin thighs with a two-party moan — gratifying to see the numbers improve as much experience shared & alignment approached…

As much as I treasured the sight of two now-naked pairs writhing passionately in parallel & wished to watch it indefinitely or p’raps get out a holo-imager, I could see on the controls that it still wasn’t working — numbers asymptotically approaching but not quite reaching unity — & if not now, I realized, the whole thing would be for naught.

“He must finish himself off!” I shouted all of a sudden, feeling Godlike. Another great idea from me!

Ungraceful, reluctant, FC & CSW peel themselves off/out and fall to becoming humble observers a la Thomas G., at the edges of transporter while Deb approaches himself & — after dangerous moment’s hesitation (which I with alarm observed in the dropping-down of the quantum readouts) — v. gently at first and then (having been warmed up & feeling well his own need) wonderfully eager. Two Debs having sex. All present absolutely captivated. Wright & Cohen visibly restraining selves from reaching out & touching — they knew better tho’ as to how that would negatively affect alignment.

N.B. I propose this method to be adopted by psychiatric practicioners for wholesale self-esteem reset in future. Deb shall surely never forget how passionately well he kissed himself nor the alluring sight of his own prick x2 nor the sensation of it rubbing against itself with the help of x2 right hands.

As I strained to hear any stray sweet nothings, extra-sensory intuition (which I am at a loss to explain) informed me that climax was now near. A quickening in the air & perhaps a shift in scent? Debs’ moans and gasps synchronize & I at the precise moment of release flip the proper switch. A telltale hum and glow and tingle on the nape: and it is done!

There on the floor of the transporter is one & one only Deb, glistening with sweat (& Ye Other Fluid), rather tousled, seeming exhausted, but when the two others approach him — for he had finished twice-over but they I daresay had not done so yet — he welcomes them and (responsible chap!) gets to work.

Physiographer’s log, Stardate 49072.4

Warp 7.8 towards Minna System, ETA 14:30. Cohen Wright & self aboard runabout as Science along with Ops (Birdie) & Command (Pennell). Deb to his intense disappointment remaining on station to be further poked and prodded by Medical & Engineering. I narrowly escaped the same as all were highly intrigued by the efficient accomplishment of Ye Plan & wanted details but I pleaded the minerals & was let off, promising a report to the Owner upon return tho I do not anticipate that duty with any excitement. Bad enough explaining it in so many words to Birdie & Pennell—the local naïfs aghast!

I hear Wright & Cohen murmuring intently as they subspace message with Deb (singular). Perhaps working out a shift schedule for sharing purposes? I wander over to inquire & am met with the most offensive rejoinders to get my nose out of their business.

Can they not appreciate what I have done for them!? It is rather my business too! Not much hope of convincing them of that I suppose. Shall have to try to work the other way via Deb. Perhaps bringing him present of conductive Minnan silicates & doing all sectioning & labeling for him would be a start. In return I only wish to be told how the trifecta proceeds: or even better, to observe it.