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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[bloodbrothers]

[ There's a beat of debate, but curiosity gets the better of him-- he doubts the agent will attempt anything on his life, even considering what has happened. Though that might prove interesting in it's own right. Instead he strolls after quietly, his thoughts half drifted to something else.

Stepping out into the main area and away from the shop, he feels his shoulders hunching, just a bit, prepared for action should it come. ]

Yes?

[unmakeme]

"Ma'am," she prompts him, flicking his Adam's apple hard with her finger. She doesn't mind that he chose her title, but he'd damn well better remember it and use it. "I meant: have you ever acted as a submissive before?"

Not that it's a particularly harsh offense, but the fact that he assumed the question incorrectly and forgot his manners has her standing up gracefully, stepping away from him. Just as touch is a reward, distance is a punishment, both of them subtle but effective with enough time and exposure. And if he performs well for her today, Natasha sees no reason for their acquaintance to end.

She walks around behind him, toying with the knife as she goes, and when she's standing where he can't see her, she stops. Her hand comes down on his head, pushing forward, directing his eyes to the floor.

[ch3rry_l1ps]

Sure! We're all a race of sightless, color-sniffing, licking trolls! If any of the others tell you they can see with their eyes, they're just lying.

[ch3rry_l1ps]

[she's already chewing on them]

Hmm... kinda plasticky, if you ask me. For something that's so sweetly colored, it sure doesn't taste like much.

[soporhaze]

[ Oops, he's laughing at her. More fondly than anything, though. ] Nah, sis, you shouldn't be chewin' on them. I ain't thinkin' they's for eatin'.

lemme know if I godmodded too much

[halfassed]

[ So Loki is ready for it. So what? Clint's feeling reckless.

They're alone here, by the side entrance of the shop. No police around. So Clint turns and he hits Loki in the stomach with about 75% of his not-inconsiderable strength.

Loki should just be grateful it wasn't 100%. ]

Don't do that to me again. Ever.

[ And then he curls his fingers in Loki's shirt, hauls him up, and -- well, the plan is to shove Loki back against the obscenely clean wall and kiss him hard enough to draw blood, but instead it's just a smooth kiss. Way gentler than he'd intended.

He does step back and press Loki against the wall -- he probably wouldn't get away with this if not for the sucker punch, and he's going to take as much from this as he can. ]

[pulledfromthepit]

Dean jerks hard at the flick, surprised and confused for a moment. It's a good thing it was only the flat of the blade on him at the that moment. Another time the rebuke might have tripped his temper... he was trying, after all, and didn't know Natalie well enough to read between the lines of what she said... but this time, he's sort of relieved. It draws him back from uncomfortable mental territory and forces him to focus.

"Not in any serious way, ma'am." Not for lack of trying, but there's a shortage of good dominants in Dean's life. His head snaps forward without resistance when she pushes it. His hands stay clasped behind him until he's told to move them.

[dickwithfangs]

Oh look. There she went, off in a snit again. Par for the course. He followed after, on his own time, moving to sit beside her.

You are fine. :)

[bloodbrothers]

[ The air leaves him in a huff, forced from him with the hit. It wouldn't have bothered him normally, but with the loss of his powers and the twist that turned him human it's actually a startling sort of pain. Fresh and new and he can't resist the smallest of laughs when the pain sparks against his nerves; he doesn't react with force, especially when a mouth claims his own and the signals get crossed in his brain.

For a moment he's simply passive in the kiss, but it doesn't last long. He finds his mouth pressing against Clint's own, his teeth dragging against his lower lip and a low grumble against his mouth. His stomach aches, the pulse of pain still echoing up through him as he lets his weight sink against the wall. ]

[ch3rry_l1ps]

Well, what are they supposed to be for?

[unmakeme]

She's testing him, yes. There's no real consequence if he fails. But they do need to see if the two of them work. She needs to know if he can truly submit or if he's one of those with the issues letting go, who have to try and assert dominance in all situations. There's nothing wrong with that, but it doesn't interest Natasha.

When he calls her ma'am, when his head bends obediently and without hesitation, she smiles and runs her fingers through his short hair, scratching in the same places that got the most reaction from him the last time. "I'm glad. I don't want to have to retrain a lot of bad habits. You look good on your knees, Dean."

[halfassed]

[ Unfortunately, it's one of the best kisses he's ever had.

Which was exactly the result that he didn't want. Doesn't matter. Another little shove to knock Loki back against the wall. ]

I mean it. Never.

[ The next time he goes down on his knees for Loki -- if there ever is a next time -- he does it willingly or he kills himself not to.

He turns, now, and he stalks away, resisting the urge to reach up and touch the collar, run his fingers along the leather edge, until he's out of Loki's sight. ]

[pulledfromthepit]

Dominance is something he can do, but it isn't his first instinct. He wants to submit. He craves the release of giving control over to someone else and just being free to obey. The few times he's tried to start something like this with someone else, though, it's always ended in some level of disaster.

He's learned over time that this isn't something he's supposed to want or to have. Happily, those learned hesitations aren't having a chance to speak up this time.

Her hand in his hair is soothing and the tension that started to twist up in his shoulders starts to melt. He sighs lightly and remains still, a little flutter of pleasure running through him at the compliment. "Thank you, ma'am."

[unmakeme]

Natasha has made a career and kept herself alive for a very long time by knowing how to read people. Not just the obvious, not even just the subtle cues, but the micro-expressions, the involuntary tremors, the truth in what people don't do as much as what they allow. Dean wants this. He want to give over to someone he can trust, and he wants to be able to trust her. It's written all over the way he sighs and the twitch of his body wanting to follow her hand in his hair as it pulls away.

Well, that deserves something more. She kneels behind him and leans forward to smell the back of his bent neck, her loose hair brushing his bare skin. Her fingers slip under what's left of his shirt, pulling the material down to his wrists, twisting and knotting it efficiently. "If you strain against these knots, they will come undone. If they come undone, this is finished. Do you understand?"

[pulledfromthepit]

"Yes, ma'am, I understand." Dean doesn't pull at the knots to test them; he'll take her word for it. For now, his hands stay clasped, giving himself something to hold onto to make sure he doesn't pull by accident.

There's a thrill in being bound tightly enough that he could pull against them without breaking free, but for a first encounter this is better. Safer. After this encounter, who knows? Maybe he'll ask for those tighter knots.

[unified]

His hand drops to the collar, and then the hollow of Dean's throat.

"It's exquisite."

And he steps away again. Dry, cool hands repositioning Dean's hips, ever-so-slightly. He draws Dean open, exposing him to Thrawn's view. And -- now the second vibrator, cool plastic touch pressing in next to the other. He thumbs that one on too, pulse instead of vibrate, knowing that the frequency differences would produce an interesting, irregular effect inside Dean. He presses his fingers into Dean's abdomen, just above his length, as though he could feel it under the skin. And -- maybe he can.

"How do you feel?"

[unmakeme]

This is being done as a comfort for Dean. A submissive who doesn't feel safe is a submissive being misused. But this is also for Natasha. She wants obedience when there is the option of rebellion. She wants Dean to choose to submit, not be forced into it.

His response to her earns him a dry kiss on the back of his neck, her teeth nipping at the beads still wrapped tightly around his skin. The knife gets closed with a flourish and tucked into her boot, and her hands snake around to his front and the fly of his jeans. She's not teasing him, there's hardly any contact. There is purpose to her movements. She wants him exposed for the crowd that's still growing.

[halfassed]

"I can do rules."

He can also not do rules, when he thinks they're restrictive, or stupid, or he just plain wants to be a pain in the ass. None of those apply right now. He'd rather ease into this, all things concerned.

He breathes out. This sounds about right. He can do this. "Anything else?" Anything else, to him, means he's got it, he understands.

[pulledfromthepit]

Sparks shot down his nerves when Thrawn touches the collar. Dean hasn't forgotten it there, but it's become comfortable. Natural. The reminder is a jolt and the cool fingers against his warm skin and the leather feel excellent in contrast.

His legs move easily with the positioning, his knees bending, feet bracing on the bench beneath him to hold himself open. For now, he's all but forgotten the crowd. His world's narrowed to the touch of cool hands and orders he's struggling to remember to obey.

A sharp gasp, almost a strangled sound, catches in his throat when he feels the second vibrator pushing in beside the first. It stretches him more than the fingers had. When it's completely inside, he feels incredibly full and tight. It's just outside of uncomfortable, but nothing he can't handle. Until the pulses start, that is, and his brain threatens to melt inside his skull.

He moans again, shuddering until he feels the chain move on his chest and he forces himself to freeze. It's then that he can't stop a desperate, almost helpless sound. Fuck. It's a helpless feeling, yes, but it's one he's freely given himself over to. He won't stop now.

Dean's breath comes in sharp, jerky gasps as he struggles to control himself. He licks his lips and tries to formulate an answer to the question. How does he feel? It's not as easy as it sounds.

"Like I'm falling," he breathes, but it's not completely right. His brain's having a hard time focusing on words. "Aching. Almost too much."

That's the part he doesn't want to admit. He wants to please. Wants to give everything and get back the validation he craves so badly.

[luciferspromdress]

"Alright." He nods and heads for the door. "I'll let myself out then. See you later."

Hopefully they really would, too. He headed for the door then, shutting it behind himself.

[nauticalnarr8or]

"I'm a troll of many talents," she promises impishly. She is the type, at great length, but a girl has needs. More pressingly so at the moment even than usual. She's enjoyed her share of slaves, but right now, she wants a full-throated clash.

"So if you aren't enthused, we can certainly carry on as we are. But if your lack of interest pertains solely to your own capitulation - well. Please don't. If I wanted someone to yield right now I'd grab one of the dirtscrapers out there." She waves a dismissive hand, the slur light and easy in her mouth. She may not have fins, but she is still a creature of the sea.

[pulledfromthepit]

The kiss elicits another faint sigh, the muscles in his back smoothing out further. He's settling in, his body reacting automatically to the contact. When he feels her hand on him, his knees slide apart to give her access to do whatever she likes.

On his knees, legs wide, hands tied, and head down in submission, he's already feeling exposed. It's not an entirely unwelcome feeling and he knows he can stop it if he wants. Right now, what he wants is to see where she's planning to take him.

[7th_was_closest]

Returning the kiss, Ion let Odd move them to the bed. If his energy held out he wouldn't be opposed to his new friend teaching him other things in other places.

[theonlyzenone]

Okay, fine, fuck it. Daryl leaned forward enough to slam his hand down on the table. "Goddamn, just met you and already can see you're one nosy damn bitch! I ain't gonna look at assholes who kidnapped me, don't care how great their tits are. And my ass is off limits to everybody!"

Good lord. He was getting the hell out, right now. Straightening himself up with another glare, he headed straight for the door. Needed outta here.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

She jumped a little at the smack to the table, getting up when he moved to leave. "Not everyone here's one of the assholes who kidnapped you, you know. A good bunch of the partiers are there are newbies."

Why was she moving after him? Oh yeah, because she felt a little bad getting him pissed and riled up. "Look, Daryl, you've got to lighten up. Maybe figure out the difference between teasing and not teasing."