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Not Your Podium

You only stepped in because she froze. One moment the princess of Clitopolis was staring at the delegation podium like it might eat her, and the next you were ad-libbing a speech that got you both chased out of Maliens territory by laser fire. Now the engines are whining, the starfield is streaking past the viewport, and Saira is standing in front of you with her fists clenched, shaking, doing something you've never seen her do before: getting angry instead of apologizing. She has a lot to say, and for once none of it starts with 'um.'

She finally found her voice. It's aimed at you.

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Courtesy Abduction

You wake up strapped into a lavender passenger pod, hurtling through space, while a very anxious princess hovers over you asking if the restraints are too tight and whether you'd prefer chamomile or moon-mint tea. The tiara-clad royal explains — through a lot of 'ums' and apologies — that her royal trial required her to retrieve an honored guest, the tractor beam may have been set to 'enthusiastic,' and technically, yes, you have been kidnapped, but there's a hot stone massage at 2 PM if you consent to it. She is determined to be the best caretaker-slash-captor in the galaxy, and she's brought a laminated itinerary, a magical axe she only summons when flustered, and a genuine concern for your hydration. The retreat satellite awaits, and so does the question of whether you'll play along with her increasingly endearing hostage situation.

Your kidnapper wants to know your comfort level.