ariel_ooc | Test Drive Meme: The Overflow

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CITY OF ARIEL: THE TEST DRIVE
THE OVERFLOW

Since the last post is fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post. Please continue your threads or start new ones here if you'd like. To make this easier on those continuing threads from the last meme, here's a handy form:

Please remember to let your thread partners know you've bumped your threads over here as well! We started the meme early to give you plenty of room to do just that.

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With the City of Ariel grand opening only a month away, we are holding our first ever test drive meme. Tag in and see how your character would settle in the game. You're a fresh face in the city, newly processed, and arriving at a bustling time. The city is expanding and you are greeted first in the re-education center by your helpful counselors and then directed out of the building to a large festival.

Be puzzled, make friends, have sex, or whatever you want! There are no restrictions on thread types played out here.

Your first awareness that something has gone wrong comes during a groggy moment of semi-lucidity when you look around yourself and find that -- instead of wherever you remember being last -- you're in a chair, in a room with a man you don't recognize. He's sitting behind a desk whistling to himself and sorting paperwork. The whole atmosphere might remind you of a high school guidance counselor's office, only with far more comfortable chairs.

When your head clears enough to speak and you ask him where you are, he smiles brightly and says, "Welcome to the City of Ariel."

You were brought to Ariel during a very special time! There's a large festival going on celebrating the new expansions to the city and everything is decked out for it. Everything is bustling and vibrant in the city today because of the celebrations. There are decorations up, food vendors set up all along the streets, kissing booths, games, and just about anything else you can imagine an event like this would have!

The people of Ariel are out and about as well, some are in vibrant costumes and others are just checking out the sights. Some of the more exhibitionist types are even having a little more fun out in public than you may be used to seeing back home.

As soon as the grogginess from your arrival passes, you are allowed to leave the re-education center and see it all for yourself. Upon exiting, you are even handed beads of various colors, several of each so you don't worry about running out.

Each color has a special meaning listed below:

pink - toys
blue - oral
yellow - watersports
green - age play
lavender - crossdressing
orange - multiples
grey - bondage
white - hands (mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob)
red - blood
black - wildcard

These are to aid you in making a connection with others. Show your interest in others and tell them exactly what you would like to do with them by sharing the beads.

If you would rather take a different approach, feel free to walk around the festival and see what (or who) catches your eye. The point is to relax and get settled in your new home.

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- Tag around and have fun!

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Please note that all CR in this meme can be carried over when the game starts between characters that are accepted into the game.

Threads can also count towards third and first person samples on the application, just provide links.

Take a look at our OOC Meet and Greet post! Meet. Greet. Make friends. Have fun!

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The tassled bell hanging from Sasori's sugegasa jingled as he walked, the long cloth strips attached to the straw hat forming a curtain that both hid his own dark expression and shielded him from the utter debauchery of his surroundings that was responsible for it. There had been a time and a place where a cloud-spangled cloak would have ensured that civilian trash and low-rank shinobi both would give him a wide berth, but that was not the case here. Hands brushed over him as he walked, bodies collided with his deliberately in silent invitation; a galling invasion of personal space for one who'd shut himself up inside an armored shell precisely to provide a bit of permanent distance between himself and others. While the temptation to shed blood had been fierce, knowledge of his own newfound weakness had restrained him. Instead, rather than a trail of corpses, more than one bruised wrist and fool tripped off their feet to dissuade them had been left in his wake.

And so it was that the kid had stood out to Sasori right away, by dress and by the anger that hardened his features, by the purposeful stride and tight-fisted hands. No one could mistake the youth for one of the throngs of idle and hedonistic natives drinking and fucking in the streets. This was surely someone like Sasori himself, an outsider, at least in spirit if nothing else. Measured steps carried him into the younger man's path to gain his attention.

"You appear as though you don't belong here," Sasori said, once close enough.

Sasuke's glower only ticked up from the ground in front of him upon address; he'd kept his eyes low to avoid making contact with the hedonists around him. Now, though, they widened just a little, irises giving the slightest twitch on their own. Dammit. It was disconcerting, getting used to not having the Sharingan. But with or without, he knew the cloak, remembered the sugegasa from long ago. The bell jogged unpleasant things in his memory, and his gut twisted. The frown deepened, cautious.

He scanned through his memory, sizing up Sasori by height and build, testing the other's voice in his ear. No familiarity at all sprung up, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Nor you, Akatsuki," he responded quietly. A conversational acknowledgment of at least partial recognition.

Where the boy was a mild curiosity before, now Sasori's interest magnified considerably. It was unexpected to find someone else from his world here; whether or not it would be a welcome surprise remained to be determined. There was something about it that almost underscored the unreality of the situation. What were the odds?

His gaze slid over the boy, assessing. There was no mistaking it with that familiarity made clear, not for someone with as much battlefield experience as Sasori. The way this boy carried himself, his careful scrutiny, the caution and the confidence to stand his ground alike, all of it suggested a fellow shinobi regardless of the lack of a visible identifying headband.

"Hmm, it appears we may have more in common than I anticipated, if you know that name," he said, what was visible behind hat and cloak collar still revealing little. "I wonder how far that commonality extends. Tell me, what village do you serve, boy?"

A long, hollow pause was the answer to that at first, then, a dry laugh and smirk.

"First one, then another, now none." He knew Akatsuki, but that didn't mean he knew this Akatsuki, and he wasn't intent on spilling his life story to a random missing-nin. "The same for you, I'd guess, though maybe not two villages." He wondered if Sasori would guess which village would take a traitor.

The answer, cryptic though it was, told Sasori more than what would have been gleaned if he'd simply asked where the boy was from. It was the answer he'd been looking for: whether he was dealing with a fellow rogue ninja or a village lapdog.

"That wouldn't be too difficult a guess to hazard on your part, considering this cloak makes my affiliation apparent," he said. "Your own, however, is rather curious. The number of villages that would recruit our kind are rather few and far between."

Sasori's gaze reassessed, and he considered the possible choices for that second village; the smirk that formed on his lips a moment later may have been shrouded by the cloak, but it colored his tone well enough to be noticed. "...Well. You do have the look about you that he always favored."

Irises gave that twitch again, telltale only to those who might have the same significator, and Sasuke cursed a thousand times internally at whatever power in this hell was stilling his chakra. He wanted Sharingan and fire, and he wanted both now.

Externally, the apparent tic of the eyes was the only change, smirk not fading a bit. In fact, he chuckled, sizing the other man up. "And you would know...?" Heights could be deceiving when it came to age, that much he knew, but the voice did not sound particularly aged. "From experience, I assume? On-level, or... underneath?" Sasuke stretched out the syllables of that last word just slightly, enough to weight it significantly. Subtlety of this level was probably not at all necessary in this hell of smut and sex and shamelessness, but that didn't mean he was going to talk outright like a base whore.

"From experience, but not the sort you presumably had with him," Sasori said, and there was a subtle sharpness there. Effective though they might have been as a team, Sasori never would have allowed that degenerate to sully his greatest masterpiece. "As his partner when he was within our ranks, it was only natural that I became aware of his habits."

And there was no reason now not to let that information slip, now that he was sure he was dealing with someone who'd held a Sound affiliation. It meant two things: one, that this boy could hold useful information about Orochimaru for him, and two, that there was the possibility Sasori wasn't dealing with the lowest form of shinobi trash. After all, every other village he knew of that recruited rogue ninja would just as happily take any common bandit who'd happened to get their hands on a stolen headband as they would a true, fully trained shinobi.

It didn't matter that anything useful Sasori might learn would not be of much use here and might not be of any use at all to a dead man. Information was information, and Sasori was alive now, so there was no reason to go about abandoning his old habits. It was just as possible for Orochimaru to show up here as it was for anyone else, and Sasori had always been one to plan ahead as much as he could.

This time, Sasuke laughed outright. The bite in Sasori's remark struck him as too funny, somehow. The implication that the Akatsuki thought himself better somehow because he hadn't been a member of the snake's little harem. Childish. Sasuke had long put any notions of shame in that behind him; it had been means to an end, like any other method of shinobi infiltration. Hell, kunoichi were rumored to employ that method consistently, and Sasuke saw little difference. "Only natural," he repeated; that phrasing was particularly amusing. As though there had been anything natural about Orochimaru... or, from what he'd seen, about any member of Akatsuki. Hah.

"How natural?" he queried, still entertained by this whole line of conversation. "Did you watch?" If Sasori could shoot off snide remarks about this kind of thing, Sasuke may as well. He was beyond pleasantries at this point. And while he certainly filed away the information that this Akatsuki was Orochimaru's old partner, it hardly mattered with the snake mostly dead. It mattered less here.

(( ooc: Continued here! ))

Test Drive Meme: The Overflow

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