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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[luciferspromdress]

"Thanks." He paused on his way back towards the door and offered up a brief smile. "Hey, I'm in the first apartment building, floor one, door two, if you ever want to stop by."

They weren't exactly close, but...

[codedvixen]

"I'll keep that in mind if I'm ever over that way." She gave him another smile, then stretched out on the bed. "I think I'm going to take a nap. You wore me out."

[bloodbrothers]

[ Some might expect anger, at such a reaction, but Loki actually pauses near the counter and could not stop himself from laughing. It's not even the cruel laugh that usually comes from him but genuine amusement. He had left the option open and seeing it used tickles that mischievous part of him. ]

Quite creative, [ He lets his attention drift back to the clerk who is speaking to him about something or another-- but Loki can hardly be bothered to be interested in such things. He has other things on his mind, namely the odd pulse at the back of it and the kneeling agent at his side. It's easy to see his shift in interest, when his hand curls around the collar and he proceeds to ignore the clerk entirely.

Tilting his head to the side he takes a moment simply to watch him before a few simple words roll [as his lips, a commanding tone settled over them. ]

Chin up.

[loathesthemist]

That was the look Hibari had thought necessary, the one that hid so well beneath the smile and derpy demeanor. It was like with the rings, Hibari had his reasons for what he did. The same as his fighting for the Vongola, yet never truly 'belonging' to the family. His attribute was fitting.


Solitary he remained on the fringes of the main family, there when needed but seeming only to tolerate the group as a whole. It could not be said Hibari cared for anyone, though he had those points which showed some beneath the truth of who he was, nothing that would mark him as a friendly man by any means.

His eyes hardened when he felt the elbow,the gaze snapped to the ball player as the other mused.

Rather it's his words or actions or all combined Hibari moved in, took his chin between forefinger and thumb and gave him a look that could only be labeled as intense.

"You have no idea." He was a man who had always seemed to come off intimidating, even as a boy and there was just a small hint of a smirk when the words left his lips and his hand let go of the other Guardian"s face.

[notbocceball]

He inclines his head and folds his hands thoughtfully. "What limits you have. What should never be done and what should be done," he explains.

"More precisely, what you know you need."

[unmakeme]

She sees him, stops and moves off to the side of the foot traffic, but she doesn't approach. It's clear almost immediately that this is not Clint. The body is wrong, the walk is wrong, the way he's viewing and relating to the world is wrong. The tattoos and the swagger and the lack of careful control. Not at all Clint.

[halfassed]

[ There are a lot of reactions that laugh should get from Clint, but one that definitely shouldn't be happening is pride. Amusement in return. He almost smiles, stops himself before it goes further than the corners of his eyes, a twitch in his cheeks.

His breath escapes, and he settles back on his heels, tension bleeding from him. Chin raises, as commanded. ]

[unmakeme]

Finally, a face and a voice that match what she knows in her mind. The careful gait, the confidence in the set of her shoulders tempered by years of placing herself in a position of secondary importance, not because she feels inferior, but because she recognizes the need. Tony always has to be the star. He can't function without the spotlight. If Natasha called it in their first five minutes together, she can't imagine it escaped Pepper's notice for long. The careful grooming, the femininity and the grace, the intuition of a model to find the best light and line. Everything screams Pepper Potts.

"Miss Potts." Natasha isn't immediately sure if Pepper is playing a part since they're not alone, or if something has happened and she genuinely believes that Natalie is her real name and her cover is her real life. She slows and turns, smiles at Pepper and holds out her hand. "Thank goodness. A familiar face."

[unmakeme]

It's good enough. She just wants easy access to his chest. She gives him a small smile. "Good." And then her knee slides from his chest and her leg rests against his. She runs one hand down his shirt, twisting her fingers in the hem and pulling down. She stretches the fabric far enough that the back of her hand presses against the bulge forming in his jeans.

"Hold still." It's all the warning she gives before the knife blade presses against the neck of his shirt. The blade is sharp enough to part the material easily, but it's also sharp enough to draw blood if he so much as twitches. She's good enough to not hurt him if he's good enough to hold perfectly still. And the knife glides lower.

[notaroundme]

She rolled her eyes, sick of feeding into his jabs.

Fortunately, finding the bar didn't take too long, and Elena pushed open the doors and walked inside before heading straight to the bar stools.

[bloodbrothers]

[ He leans forward, lets his hands take hold of the thick leather before pressing it just above the dip in his clavicle, letting his fingers trace a line backward, pressing it flush to the skin before finding the latch and lock at the back. Curling around to the clasp and lock at the end, nimble fingers easily securing it around his neck. Traveling back along his jaw on his way up he gives him a look over before simply letting go. ]

It suits you.

[pulledfromthepit]

The tension he should have been feeling at the sight of a knife so close to his throat, exposed and vulnerable, isn't there. His natural inclination toward obedience is being ramped up to whole new levels by this place and compliance comes easy to him.

Dean breathes a soft sigh and keeps his head back, the faint pressure from the knife telling him where the blade is while it's out of his line of sight. As it moves lower, he's tempted to look, but it's safe to keep still.

[halfassed]

[ He's struck with the intimacy of the gesture. Loki can feel how he breathes, and how his heart beats, and Clint lets him. He bares his throat to Loki's touch.

The fit is perfect, and there's a flush to his skin. His heartbeat has quickened, and, much as he's loathe to admit it, it's not because of fear. ]

Better than green.

[ Not to put too fine a point on it or anything. ]

[unmakeme]

The knife makes it all the way to her other hand, slipping between her fingers until his shirt has been sliced clean from collar to hem. And not a single drop of red on his skin. "Have you done this before?" If he hasn't, he's got the natural makings of a true submissive, which is difficult to find. Especially in someone with his casual and cocky demeanour.

She lets the flat of the blade trail back up his chest, enjoying the trust he's displaying. She didn't miss the flicker of discomfort at the sight of the knife, but she'd pushed on anyway. She wants to see just how obedient he actually is. So far she's not at all disappointed.

[halfassed]

"Just don't tie me up." He has to be more specific; yeah, he knows. "No blindfolds or anything either." He depends on his eyes too much.

As for the second question --

He shakes his head. "I've been asking for things I didn't know I needed all day," he says. "I'm compromised." He doesn't know what's going on in his head.

[bloodbrothers]

I think that it something that still remains to be tested. [ His gaze falls half lidded, and he can't resist the way his mouth pulls into a rather satisfied smirk. He enjoys the look of it against his skin, even more so with the tint to it, the way he can tell it has an effect is appealing. ]

But I know humans have a affinity for hiding what they most desire. [ A low, throaty chuckle. ] You follow orders so well, Barton, even now-- I do not believe that to be simple training; no, it goes much deeper, does it not?

[pulledfromthepit]

"Not like this. I've had shirts torn off... never cut." It's not something he'd generally be all that receptive to, but his survival instincts are taking the back seat to other, more pleasurable ones.

There's another very faint flinch, even so, when the knife moves over his skin again. A faint flash in the back of his mind reminds him of other blades on his skin... cutting, ripping, tearing, blood and screams... but it's gone as quickly as it was there, suppressed by the pleasure pulses the chip's delivering. There's no evidence on his unblemished skin now, but he remembers every wound like phantom pains when there's metal on his body.

[notbocceball]

"Compromised," Ba'al repeats. He considers the word in this context. He already mentioned his mind being altered. "What caused you to become compromised? It is not just being here."

[halfassed]

[ He's sinking. No control, no power. He hates it. ]

If you wanted to know, you should've asked before.

[ His fingers curl into a fist; he forces himself not to touch the collar. ]

You should probably pay the guy.

[halfassed]

"Does it matter?" Whether it was torture or mind control or coercion. He was compromised.

[theonlyzenone]

"What, so I gotta look at every pair of tits that passes me by just to prove I don't take it up the ass?"

[sawyourwolfjunk]

"Or you could just look at one. And you don't have to be gay to take it up the rear, you know." Another wide, cheeky grin.

[bloodbrothers]

You can still answer... [ But it's less a demand and more what is intended to sound like an offhand comment. Turning to the counter he does, indeed, pay for the object if only because he's curious how long Barton will wear it, if at all. It is his color, but it will also be a reminder of Loki if only for the memories it now carries. A low him passes his lips, thoughtful and amuse before he turns his attention to Clint once more. ]

But I don't think you need to tell me for the answer to be clear.

[halfassed]

[ He gets to his feet, without asking for permission this time. It doesn't leave him level with Loki's eyes, but he does have a better view of the expressions passing across Loki's face.

He's not as good a liar as he thinks he is. What Loki feels is so often subtly written on his features.

Clint can be a subtle guy. And he can tell that he's not the only one who needs something. How he feels about that, on the other hand, isn't at all clear to him.

He glances, briefly, to the sales guy. ] Thanks for your help. [ And he turns to go. Glances back, once, at Loki -- ] You coming? [ Because this is a conversation they can finish in about twenty seconds, but it has to be twenty seconds in private. ]

[notbocceball]

He gives a dismissive shrug. "Not terribly, unless you wish it addressed."

"I have certain rules that should be followed or I will break the encounter," he says. "I will not be touched in a sexual context without my expressed permission. In turn, I will not touch you in such a manner unless you request it. At any point, if you feel you cannot control your actions, tell me. Questions relating to your physical state must be answered."