Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!

[arielmods]

CITY OF ARIEL: THE TEST DRIVE THE OVERFLOW, PART DEUX! Since the last post is again fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post, even though there's just a little over a week to game start. 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: <small>(<a href="THREAD URL HERE">Continued from here.</a>) between <user name="CHARACTER 1"> & <user name="CHARACTER 2"></small> Response here! 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. 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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[publicandprivate]

Girl or...

[He looks in the said direction and blinks.]

Goodness....

[Not only does the scene before them cause a blush to rise in his cheeks again, but the question Matt asks.]

Oh, no. No, the only thing we have back home even remotely close is the casino and there's no public displays going on there. The women's outfits are like swimsuits, more or less.

[He glances down at the notebook he's holding.]

Though I'm not one to visit such places. I'm usually far too busy with my job to take any time off. Being the commanding officer of an entire military branch is after all a big responsibility. As well as being the personal assistant of the second prince of Britannia.

IT'S WHAT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN CALLED. I still can't believe you made him sit on fountain rofl

[dragonfetish]

[ This statue was rather impressive up close; whoever designed it had a keen eye for even the most minuet of details. Though, given the current escapades of the town folk, for all he knew, maybe this wasn’t a statue at all. Maybe it was three, cleverly painted individuals, posed to entice the public; hey, everyone had their kinks… though, layers of paint and the added child part of the scene was off putting personally, not that he was judging. Well okay, maybe he was. Nonetheless, he saw little reason to look away; instead, bidding his time by letting his gaze trace over every sculpted curve as Fenris fumbled through the words in his head. Intended to visit him, huh? Now that sounded promising. Snorting quietly to himself, he shook his head and let the moment go, muffling every witty – or possibly lewd – observation he had, because this was… special. Endearing. He had convinced himself years ago that Fenris was undeniably bright, eloquent, in his words and his demeanor; even in the midst of anger, when things were unraveling at both ends, he never lost that refined sort of quality he carried around. Hearing him off his perpetual game was a rarity Hawke would never grow tired of.

But all good things came to an end. Or that was what he’d previously believed, because now he had Fenris just across the way and things were definitely still good.

Hands on his knees, he leveraged his weight and pushed himself up to his feet, grinning wide as he strode closer. ] Appreciated, but you can stop that. I never held any of it against you. [ Again, he understood. There were some very potent reasons why Fenris despised magic and he’d just ripped the heart out of one of those specific reasons. So tense? That barely covered how uncomfortable everyone had felt in that situation. If him simply being there for Fenris to vent on had helped in any way, than he was glad for it. Basically, there was a strong possibility that he already horribly smitten and despite how often Fenris threw a wrench into things, his feelings never budged. Nice how that worked out, huh? ]

[codedvixen]

[It was crazy. Doing this was totally crazy. She didn't know this guy. He could be some kind of creepy serial killer. But looking at the smile he gave her and seeing the almost intent way he was looking at her, like he was picturing what he'd do to her, it had her complying easier than she thought she would.]

Right now, huh? I think I can manage that. And it's Skylar. Sky's fine. [She reached out to touch the machine, fingers tingling in anticipation of the charge she could almost taste.]

[publicandprivate]

A little more freaking out... I agree with you on that. I'm quite surprised more people aren't having unsettling feelings, but instead practically throwing themselves into the thicket of things.

[He really can't blame them though, because of the microchip and all.]

Oh, of course. You don't need to bother with titles, really. I don't mind if you call me by my first name at all.

[Taking another sip from his drink before continuing.]

I-I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I'm actually really glad to have met someone like you. Because we share the same views on this place.

[goodoldfashionedvillain]

And just like that mister Nice Guy was shoved to the side, and Jim's eyes darkened. He'd been traveling around with this man for some time, assisting him in whatever possible way he could, helping him look for his dearest beloved. Jim could do well with his disguise, could be as sweet as possible, but this man, this angelic saint from some other world that just moved his hand aside, looked upset, frowning, looking to the crowds away was...

Bothersome. Irritating. He could take only so much.

"She's obviously not HERE." He cursed under the sound of his breath, lip curling into a sneer, and he gripped Joscelin to drag him behind one of the tents, away from public eye. "I don't think you understand, darling," His voice dripped with venom, and his nails dug in hard to Joscelin's shoulder. "She's not fucking here. We've looked, if she is here she's probably off getting fucked by god knows who or what, so why don't you just give up on her, won't you dear? She's not worth it." His teeth grit and he stared at him.

"Christ, and here I thought you'd be useful." Jim sneered, brows dropping. "You're like a broken record."

[volatility]

[Once it seems as though the younger teen has collected himself, Mello lets go and takes a step back, not looking to prolong contact unnecessarily. He does, however, study his face as he listens.]

It sounds like they screwed up.

[As far as he is concerned, this is yet another reason to dislike this city — and another reason to question the motives behind the people in charge. If they have the technology to do this — bring people from different worlds, maybe even from the dead, and install chips in their brains — they should have the technology to make sure people do not suffer. Either they are skimping on the healing portion of their jobs, or they do not care.

He turns, then, eyes on the crowd instead of on Haku. It may give the impression that he isn't paying close attention to what is being said, but he is — he's listening very closely. And it occurs to him that he and this kid are not so different after all.

He doesn't know the details, but the similarities at there — Mello, too, is without parents and without a family, and he, too, was nothing until something gave him a purpose. Of course, the similarities end there — Mello became obsessed with achieving his goal and becoming number one, not with serving another, but he can understand having nothing, and the position that puts a person in. He understands the need for a purpose.]

I don't have anything. No parents, no family. [Not even Wammy's, because Mello turned his back on the home for good.]

But that's why I provide for myself, and no one else.

[He turns around and looks at Haku again.]

People follow me. I don't follow them.

[Mello gives the orders; he doesn't take them.]

[goodoldfashionedvillain]

Sky? [ He allowed her to, and the problem of remembering where his flat was was soon fixed by seeing the familiar building, vaguely knowing just where he would be able to find it. He held the box up and watched her over his shoulder, smiling kindly. He couldn't help but imagine that small girl with her face contorted into a mixture of pain and pleasure, imagining that own look mirrored onto the woman following him. ]

I'm Jim. James, but I'd much prefer Jim. [ He made his way to the second apartment complex, still hosting the box over his shoulder, guiding her to his first floor flat and fumbling with the key he'd been issued. ]

[protectandserve]

Joscelin was startled enough to let James drag him away out of the public thoroughfare, but when he dug his nails into his shoulder enough was enough. He gripped his wrist in calloused fingers, twisting the hand away from him and pressing his fingers into the tendons, knowing it would hurt. His voice stayed nominally calm, but suppressed fury surged up under it.

"As if I would wish to be useful to a man like you," he replied. His face was a mask of tension but his blue eyes snapped angrily. "Do not speak of my lady Phedre that way or I will be glad to make you regret it."

He didn't like her himself- of course not- but that did not give anyone else the right to speak crudely of her. Not where he could hear them.

[protectandserve]

Joscelin looked over with some confusion at the woman leaning against the wall, but she obviously wanted him. He wasn't sure why since he had no intention of exchanging beads or anything along a similar line. Still, it would be impolite to ignore her entirely, and he crossed the busy street to her, crossing his arms over his chest and bowing. "Good afternoon."

[codedvixen]

[She followed along gamely, wondering what sorts of attachments the toy came with, and if the insertion rods came in differing sizes. There were things about this place she liked already, ones that hopefully she could adapt to and make up for the whole 'fritzing her toys' thing. Maybe.]

Well, Jim, it's nice to find a like-minded individual in this little place. [She was referring to the toys, of course. Not too many people she'd run into had had any sort of predilection for toys like this. It was nice that she'd run into someone who had. And one who could hopefully use it to its best advantage.]

[broken_tool]

[He certainly had no reason not to be brave, he'd already faced death and as far as he was concerned nothing could be scarier than that. Even this place with the threat of possibly being taken by someone forcefully or being taken advantage of didn't bother him in the least. Sure, the ideas were a bit of a bother, but those things could always be handled if it came down to it.

To be fair, he hadn't really put the implication there just yet. Mainly as a method of figuring out how far things might possibly go if he accepted his request. It could be absolutely innocent or it could be something far from innocent, it all depended on how the situation went and how Luxord wished to play it.

Confirmation of his company pulled a light smile to his features, particularly quick in motioning to one of the cups again. This one he knew wouldn't have the bead in it, his mind was wandering to other things than keeping his clothing.]

That one. Though I admit with company I am not particularly worried about losing anything, now.

[goodoldfashionedvillain]

That powerful hand gripping his wrist was enough to make Jim stop for a split second, jaw hanging slack, open-mouthed as he stared at the other man. Right, a bodyguard. He didn't make any sort of motion to allow it known that he was in pain, but he continued to sneer at Joscelin, continued to snarl silently at him, lips curling in unspoken words.

"You don't wish for me to speak of her in such a way? Really." He licked his back teeth and his hand flexed in Joscelin's hand, a laugh barely escaping past his lips. "And you'd only wish to be useful, wouldn't you? I think you'd do well to realise how good you'd have it if I thought you competent enough to be useful." He laughed, and he stretched forward, teeth baring, "Oh, pet, I'd make you enjoy it."

And now it was his turn to lick over his lips rather suggestively, dark eyes set on Joscelin's. "I'd make you love every second of it."

[protectandserve]

Joscelin let go of his hand and jerked away, revulsion written more clearly on his face than any emotion had been since they'd begun to talk. He backhanded the other man across his face, only wanting to make him stop with that sneer, that tongue over his lips suggesting filthy things.

"You could do no such thing. You have no such power." There was a raw edge to his voice as he tried to reassure himself of that as well. There was something so unsettling about this man and the way that he reacted. It made his skin crawl.

[keepsthefire]

I didn't say that. I just said it sounds like they're gonna make it a pain to refuse. Guns or not.

loki / marvel 616 / ota

[forcedreset]

[ waking up here - well. loki cannot say that he expected it. though what he had been expecting is anyone's guess, really, loki's included. the dark void of nothingness, mayhaps, the long nothing, blissful peace. but none of that had happened, it seems, and instead he's here, in a city they call ariel, surrounded by cultural festivities.

not too shabby, all things considered! he has been in fixes much worse than this. a good thing, then, that he is a highly adaptable little fellow!

for now, he can be found nearly anywhere, checking out nearly anything, and getting into everyone's business. with a bright smile and a fist full of candied cotton, he sets to exploring and learning (and driving up his blood sugar levels) and playing, of course. you may see him, perhaps, watching the strong men play the game of Hit The Target With The Hammer (but not participating, because that would only end in embarrassment), or maybe you'll find him throwing darts at balloons, or tossing small white balls into little cups filled with live fishes.

or if you are not the game playing sort, sometime into the evening you may perhaps find him in the back of a bar, cheating at cards with drunken men, defeating them quite thoroughly and, subsequently, inadvertently sparking a raucous barfight.

oops. ]

[ ooc; feel free to find him wherever and whenever! during the day he'll be out playing games, once evening hits he'll be sneaking into bars and playing cards and being threatened with bodily harm; i'll roll with anything! ]

[idiotprince]

[ He hardly had time to properly ract and process what was going on, really. There was the urge to say something in protest right as Judal made that suggestion (and it wasn't that he minded terribly, but this was an unexpected shift of power and that didn't sit well with him), but as Judal leaned in and bit into his neck, all that come out was a low, pleased noise— and already he was tilting his head to the side to give him better access.

Mere seconds later, and Ninurta finally took action as well. Ling was pleased to see that, really, but he would have been much more pleased if he could have kept in control. Being forced to face him was unexpected-- as was that clumsy, painful kiss.

Was he supposed to mind it? Digging his nails hard into the small of Judal's back, he started responding to Ninurta's kiss— rough and eager and not at all gentle, and definitely aiming to take the lead again. ]

[keepsthefire]

"... you're better off not hearin' about it. Trust me on that."

And Rin didn't particularly care to recount his run in with the incubus.

He did take the hand offered to him, though, giving it a firm shake.

[half_wolf]

Well, it's better to adapt to changes in some instances. Still a little shock would be nice to see.

[Yes, the chip was still screaming at the best of times for her to do things. If it was another season she might have not cared but now she wasn't in the mood to be bosses around by her body or mind.]

Kanon it is then. You seem like a nice guy.

[At the comment she could help but to laugh a little. Stopping for a moment as the bartender passed her a similar drink.]

All good with that. I'm glad to meet you too. So what is this? [A finger tapping the glass she looks at his face, eyes asking in a playful way.]

[morelikerudal]

[And just hearing Ling go silent, except for that noise, made this worth it. Judal counted that as a victory, inside his head, as well as counting the noise Ling made as a sign that he was continuing to be victorious -- even if it wasn't exactly in a way he was used to. This... was starting to seem like an acceptable trade-off.

So, while Ninurta occupied Ling's mouth, he bit down harder -- only for a few seconds, however, before he moved his mouth away and started getting to his knees... though slowly. The idea of getting on his knees for anyone was humiliating, but... this was all part of the challenge, wasn't it? Besides, it would certainly make Ling lose more control than before.

And, unceremoniously, Judal started tugging down Ling's pants, using the hand that had been dipped beneath the hemline before.]

[goodoldfashionedvillain]

He was only half-shocked when the blow came, when the man's hand connected with his cheek and hit him hard across the face. Jim truthfully hadn't been expecting it. A good boy like this losing his temper - well, well well, that was an interesting sign, wasn't it? Rather than react in a usual way, swinging his fist back to connect with Joscelin's jaw, he laughed. Laughed.

"I have more power than you think I might, dear." His voice was light, sing-song, a stark contrast to the snarl it had been before. He pressed his hand against Joscelin's chest and leaned in, pressing his palm against his shoulder, pushing him back against the surface. "Don't you want a taste?"

He didn't wait for the man to pull back, didn't wait for the man's hand to connect with his jaw again, instead crashed his lips on top of the other's, so hard he could feel teeth click against his as he kissed him hard.

[7th_was_closest]

Giving a nod, Ion let the matter drop because it wasn't his place to pry. He returned the shake before releasing Rin's hand, then looked around them.

"What do you make of this place?"

[publicandprivate]

[He can't help but blush at the compliment.]

Thank you. And You seem very nice and down to earth.

[He also thinks of her as quite beautiful, but he doesn't want to say that because it might be overstepping his boundaries. So he decides to save that for later. Maybe when he's not feeling so nervous.]

Oh, I really don't know what it is. I asked the bar tender for the weakest thing they had and he gave me a glass of it.

[He leans in a little after the bar tender passes by and whispers.]

He got really mad when I asked if he had any nonalcoholic beverages. So... I wouldn't say anything about those.

[flowersteps]

[Elua is quite frankly fascinated by the scar, and he runs his hand over it for a moment before his attention turns to other things. He can ask about the scar later after all.]

Yes, of course.

[The apartment really is tiny, but there's already flowers randomly littered all over the place, some in whatever cups of water he can find and some just placed on surfaces. Elua leads him to the bedroom by the hand, pausing to kiss him again every few steps, since it's very hard not to, and Dean really does give lovely kisses.]

Here we are.

[The kiss is longer this time, his hands once again finding Dean's hair and his back as he moves toward the bed]

[protectandserve]

Joscelin froze in pure shock for a moment, his mind refusing to process what James was doing. Then he shoved him away violently, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and attempting to get the taste of him out of his mouth. "Do not touch me again."

His hands fell to his belt, where his daggers would usually be easy to draw, but there were only the empty sheathes there. No matter. He could enforce that statement with his fists if it became necessary- perhaps the man didn't seem to feel pain, but he knew several ways to incapacitate him and surely he was nothing more than human.

[goodoldfashionedvillain]

Isn't it? [ He brought his gaze to her and grinned. He finally pushed into the room, and set the box on the floor, already starting to open it, fiddle with it, get it plugged in and turned on. ]

I realise it's a little strange, we did just meet after all. Something about this place I guess... [ He stared at the multiple attachments, the phallic shaped metal rods and the smaller rods, the nodes that connected to sensitive flesh to set it on fire. He looked at her and smiled. ] Want to get into something a little more comfortable?