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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow
PLEASE CONTINUE YOUR THREADS OVER AT THE LATEST OVERFLOW POST, THANK YOU.
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!
 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. 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. 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 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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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!
I'm cool with this going either cr or smut, so let's just let it flow and see where it goes?
[He held out a bracing hand against the body that had abruptly turned and run into him. He had been standing just a little off and behind him, but it was more out of curiosity as to what the man had been staring at with that look on his face than anything. Seeing everything going on around him, he'd had the morbid curiosity to wonder what it was that had put such a look of disdainful revulsion on someone's face.
He was actually pretty disappointed to see it was just some sloppy kissing. The saliva trails were a bit of a 'eww' factor, but not to the level this guy was eyeing them.
He heard the beads bouncing before he saw them, looking down at the small scattering of them with an apologetic look.]
Sorry about that. You okay?
Of course!
But this? This was an honest mistake, as Sherlock had been thoroughly distracted by the people in the booth practicing quasi-cannibalism.
The palm extended to arrest Sherlock's movements lodged against his celiac plexus, temporarily winding the distracted detective. A cough, a bluster, and Sherlock was stumbling back and righting himself, desperate to save face before the man in front of him. When the man posed his inquiry, Sherlock merely offered him a disdainful look, then dropped to a knee, collecting the beads and the small list he had dropped. The yellow, orange, white, and pink beads had been taken from him, and the red bead had rolled under the crook of a couplating couple's legs.
They can keep it. thought Sherlock, sighing, aggravated, rising to his feet and fixing his scarf. Oh, perfect. Now his knees were dusty as well.
Aiming a wayward glance at his new (and unwanted) conversational partner, Sherlock flicked his eyes over him. Strong, stocky, though not imposing. Alert, though not anxiously so, layered clothing, outline of something at his hip, possibly a weapon. Likely a soldier or bodyguard. Quick reflexes, accustomed to people invading his personal space to the degree of knowing how to react, possibly to fend off attacks. Soldier seems likely. Apologetic, polite, friendly. Could be a guard of the city, though Sherlock would expect anyone who works for this particular institution to be wearing far less clothing.
The detective glanced down at his list, then back up at his newfound companion. ]
Somewhat. [ No no no he's not okay. He's the very opposite of all right; in a foreign city of which he's unfamiliar with, trapped in a carnival of sex with no one to offer him an explanation as to how he got here, or more importantly, how he can leave. Can't text his usual acquaintance because said man thinks he's dead, and he's been given a bout of items which he has no idea how to use them.
Maybe this man knows. The detective thrusts the little list out towards the well-built man. ] What is the significance of this list and these items?
Excellent (creepy Mr. Burns voice)
Well, the beads are sort of like... tokens. Each one's kinda like an 'okay' to someone else about what you're interested in playing along with. Different colors mean different things. Which ones are you unsure about?
[He looked at the assortment of blue, green, lavender, and black beads left in the man's hand.]
c:
Except it isn't. It's as if the man believes Sherlock already knows what the use of said beads is for, and that Sherlock knows what he's insinuating by 'playing'. Eyes flit down to the list again, then back up at the other man.
The hand holding the beads is offered out, and Sherlock motions to the hand, dismissively. ]
All of them. [ As if frustrated by his own answer, he adds: ] Particularly an explanation of the game we're supposed to be 'playing', and for what purpose.
[ Because, well, no one really explained it to him. And for the copious amounts of fornication occurring around them, to the point of people physically exhausting themselves, Sherlock can only assume that there is a point to their rampant sexual activities beyond the pursuit of pleasure. It's only logical, really. ]
:)
[Jake gives him a bit of an assessing look, trying to see if he's pulling his leg or if he's really that oblivious.]
The bead colors correspond to kinks. The lavender is for crossdressing, the blue's for oral, green for age kink, and the black's a wildcard. Sort of a 'if it wasn't in the other beads but you want to do it, bring it on' kind of bead. As for the playing, well, that'd be sexual in nature.
And no, don't ask me why they have such a hardon for getting everybody naked and perving on each other. Something about genetic material was blabbed about, but I have doubts about that.
[Mainly because it'd be a lot easier to just grab people and harvest their eggs and sperm than to expect pregnancies to abound from random hook ups.]
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The earlier part of the man's explanation serves only to annoy Sherlock, and he very nearly snaps at the man to get to the point. But then something ever so interesting is revealed in his final statement, and Sherlock nods, lips pursing.
So their kidnappers had academic interests, albeit diabolical ones. Very interesting indeed. ]
One would assume blackmail was the intention, but the group of people they've taken is so... eclectic that it doesn't makes sense. [ His upper lip curls back in a sneer, frustration apparent on his features. Curiousity as well. Teeth are bit together a few times, and Sherlock falls quiet again, thinking, either oblivious or apathetic to the awkward silence filtering in between the two of them.
Don't mind him, he gets like this.
And then, after no less than five minutes of silent contemplation: ] How long have you been here for? What do you remember?
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All of today. Long enough to get the gist of what's going on, but sure as hell not long enough to be streaking through the promenade. I'm guessing you haven't been here much longer, huh?
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This was friendly conversation, as far Sherlock's manners went. He hadn't resorted to manipulation because given the man's likely occupation as a soldier, he assumed the ruse would either be seen through or unappreciated. The detective reached up to press his fingertips together, resting the tips of his middle fingers against the underside of his chin. ]
A common answer. Which means that whoever has performed this mass kidnapping has a large amount of resources at their disposal. No criminal on Earth has access to that much money. A billionaire, even a collection of billionaires operating under the guise of a hedge fund, the only investment that would allow money to be traded freely enough to invest in a project like this, would be unable to perform such an action without being noticed by their respective country's government, nor would they be able to keep a location like this a secret from said government. Which means that this institution is the collaborative effort of an entire nation, if not multiple nations. The question therefore lies, which ones? Obviously the countries in question would need to be ones with a stable economy to finance this enterprise and with locations within them removed enough from civilisation to avoid detection.
[ Aaaand he's forgotten that he has company. Sherlock mumbles something about Russians and Korea under his breath, then lifts his eyes to meet the gaze of the other man. ]
No. I just arrived.
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Uh, buddy, I don't know if you've actually looked around or not, but I don't think a nation or nations could pull off the Beyond Thunderdome look without too many people getting suspicious.
That's also not taking into consideration some of the other new arrivals. I mean, I've seen shifters and vamps before, but... some of them are just completely outside of the box, you know?
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The most irritating bit about all of this is this strange, cloying sensation in his brain, in his blood that's making him want to do something but he doesn't know what. It's like there's heat pooling in his stomach, pressure at the base of his spine, a sound at the bottom of his throat and he doesn't know how to express any one of those feelings, nor does he know the cause of them. A dull ache has crept its way down to the tips of his fingers and shot up through his chest, and, well, lower, but he's not certain as to what's prompting this ache, or what it means.
Irrelevant. ]
Don't be dull. Anything can be disguised with the appropriate technology. People can be silenced.
[ The latter part of the man's question is acknowledged with a glance, but not answered. He could ask for clarification on what 'shifters' and 'vamps' were, but Sherlock was assuming that this man was still talking about sex, and really couldn't be bothered to question the man further regarding it. He does have to pause however, brows furrowing, before turning his head to glance back at the man. ]
Tell me what you've seen, the more descriptive, the better. There has be a connection between all of these people. [ And I will be the one to discern it.
Now it's hot. But not temperature hot, at least no external. The heat is bubbling up from inside of him, and Sherlock ponders if the drugs administered have any long-lasting effects. He disregards the feelings for now. ]
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[There's a hint of an edge to his suggestion as he lifts a brow at the slender man, not completely impressed with having someone refer to him as 'dull' and arm-sweeping his suggestions off the table as though he was being indulged by having him speak to him. There didn't seem to be a particular rhyme or reason to them being there, and if this guy thought he had a better excuse or suggestion, he was more then welcome to make one instead of shooting them down as soon as they came up.]