Maybe it's just me, but this request for some consensual, non-sexual Star Trek role-play has a creepy beginning-of-Criminal Minds feel to it. I'm probably just being a little judgemental, though. I mean, an unpaid afternoon of strictly observed Star Trek: The Next Generation role-play with complete strangers taking place in someone's mom's garage couldn't possibly turn out badly, could it? Oh, and he also has a blank doctors pad and can write you a prescription for anything you want, if that sweetens the deal.
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