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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!

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:

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.

TAG IN
- Post your character's name, canon, and preferences.
- Set up an opener in your comment or leave it blank.
- Tag around and have fun!

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[Premise]
[Rules]
[F.A.Q.]
[Locations]
[Local Citizens (NPC)]
[Taken]
[Wanted]
[Reserves]
[Application]
[Main]
[Logs]
[OOC]

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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His brows rose, he was certain the man was speaking of something highly important, incredibly, surely a very high honor for a young man like himself to be a part of. Prominent nobles, that sort of thing was respected no matter what world you came from wasn't it? Jim could only react, nodding his head, glancing elsewhere. They'd more or less covered most of the main thoroughfare, he could deduce from their travels thus far that the woman he'd been looking for was likely not in this area. He spoke up, finally, mostly entertained by Joscelin's stories.

"A bodyguard then. I am guessing this woman's life is incredibly important to you then?" His face fell, nearly mocking, though it was a bit hard to tell with Jim. "A shame we haven't been able to find her. What will you do if she isn't here?"

It was less of an honour and more of a duty- he had been sent there as a child, fulfilling a tradition of his family that had lasted for a thousand years. Of course, the fact that he had been assigned to be the guardian of a prostitute was even less honourable and one he hated... but it was his duty, and he did it.

"You could say that." He had said he was sworn to protect her with his very life, after all. "If she is not here? I... don't know. Wait for her, I suppose."

He seemed to take this and process it, nodding his head, doing something more akin to bobbing it in an affirmation of what Joscelin had said with a slight tinge of disinterest. "That's boring," He said finally, glancing up at the handsome man, the bodyguard of some high order in some society Jim's never heard of. More cultural understanding would have probably done Jim well, but he'd rather been holding this back for quite some time, attempting to gain the other man's trust in the moment.

"Think of it as a vacation." He finally murmured, his gaze lost on some pretty thing being pressed up against the wall. "If she comes here, she comes. If she doesn't, you're on your own. Probably good for you to learn to enjoy it, don't you think?"

Joscelin followed his gaze, unsurprised to see what he was looking at. The sight was pretty enough, he supposed, but he refused to let it affect him- he was stronger than that. He would not apostatize simply because he was left alone in a strange place. He was a Cassiline, not a man given to debauchery and easy sex.

"Whether she is here or not, my vows remain the same." His voice was verging on frosty, though it remained even and calm at the same time. The idea of enjoying himself here was... abominable. In a place like this, it would be impossible.

"Certainly. But it's hardly right to focus on your raison d'être if she's not even here for you to protect." He murmured, his hands shoving in his pockets. He watched the man grow colder and calmer. As he had figured, but it was worth an attempt. "Are your vows to abstain? From sex, in particular." He knew nothing about this other culture and didn't want to give the impression that he did, his eyes tracing over the others around them.

"Of course you've vowed to protect her, bit hard to do that if she's not here." His voice was slightly edging on frustration, raising in volume towards the end, his fingertip prodding into Joscelin's chest as he made his point. He relaxed slightly, that unhinged look gone before he could allow it to control him, replaced with an easier smile. "And you've got an awful lot of options darling."

"As you say, she is my reason for being. What else am I to focus on if not her? It may be useless but it is not wrong." What else was he to focus on, the disgraceful acts going on around him? He didn't think that was likely. "Yes, I am sworn to chastity."

There were others- the vow to only draw his sword to kill, the vow to only fight and kill in self-defense... but those of chastity and protection were paramount. He lifted his hand to push James's aside, not wanting to be touched. He didn't miss that unhinged look and it unsettled him, no matter how quickly it disappeared again. "I will surely take the time to consider them. Right now I only wish to confirm that I cannot find her."

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."

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

He was shoved away, but he was still laughing, still grinning and running his fingertips over his lips, pausing for just a moment, just inches away from him. He didn't have his weapons, poor dear, what was a body guard to do? Jim was more than prepared to be hit again, struck again - but it was really nothing in comparison to being interrogated, and then he was tied to a chair with only the prospect of having what he wanted in front of him.

Jim didn't let up, merely crowded him again and grabbed his chin. "Or you'll do what?" The man was bigger than him, stronger than Jim, but Jim's free hand dropped down - taking advantage of the man's self-confessed purity, groping him shamelessly. He was rather hoping it'd shock him into a submissive silence, his teeth at the other man's ear, biting down softly before murmuring.

"I told you, dear, I'll make you enjoy it."

It was shocking- even in Terre d'Ange, a decadent land by many accounts (including the Cassiline Brotherhood's), the maxim was 'love as thou wilt'. To attempt intimacy with someone unwilling, to force them into anything, was considered blasphemy. Some might laugh at the Cassilines for their oaths of chastity, but no one would force them to break them.

Ariel's tampering had Joscelin primed to react somewhat differently than would be normal too- he gasped, the sudden stimulation having James's desired effect for a moment as he jerked into the contact before he regained control of himself, one of his fists driving up into the pit of the smaller man's stomach. "You could not possibly. Don't think I will hesitate to hurt you."

He'd been expecting the blow, sure, but not even interrogation could've prepared him for getting hit in the solar plexus, and he saw stars for a minute - it had the desired effect, Jim pulled his hands off of him and cradled his stomach, dropping down a bit, managing to stay on his feet as he took a deep ragged breath. He swallowed hard, remembering that he could, and his dark eyes flickered over Joscelin's, staring emptily towards him.

"Go on then," He leered, and licked his lips again. He'd be bruised in the morning, likely, not necessarily unusual. And he was goading this man on, intending on making him lose his cool collected self, already moving towards him again, still on his feet as he tried to push him up against the wall yet again, his knee between the man's legs. "Hurt me. Beat me until I scream. Do you like it like that, pet?"

Joscelin didn't let himself get pinned again, shifting and turning, shoving Jim up against the wall instead. He was breathing harder than such activity warranted, his face frozen into its Cassiline mask as he attempted to regain control of his rebellious body. He shook his head once, a sharp negation of what the smaller man had said. "No. No."

His voice was rough and despite the denial, he hadn't lifted his hands from the other man. "You have no idea who I am or what I want- and I certainly want nothing from you. You disgust me."

"Do I really disgust you, dear?" His voice was low, heavy as he ran his fingertips over the man's cheek, over his chin. He could tell he was getting to him at the very least, breaking that pure, pristine mask - if Sherlock had been on the side of the angels, this one was on the side of the gods, so lovely and so innocent. Jim's smile dragged into a smirk, teeth exposed as he leaned down to bite his neck, the only places he could reach. His knee still attempted to knock aside Joscelin's legs, push into him, that rebellious body of the man's showing just how wonderful this city could be on a man sworn to chastity.

"I know what you've told me. And I know that your lovely ladyfriend isn't here. And I know," He dropped his voice a register and outright surged forward to him, his hips jerking. "That you could use a little loosening up."

Well, technically speaking Joscelin's gods were angels... but that wasn't important. Joscelin took a breath, ragged and painful, as Jim bit his neck. It nearly broke through his control again, but not quite. So close. He shoved himself away from the wall this time, stepping to the side to avoid James's surge. It hadn't been hard to see what was coming, what the man was trying to do. "Better than you have tried."

The memory of Melisande Shahrizai came unbidden, surging up like James had. He remembered the time she had touched him, when one finger down his chest had done as much to his control as all of James's attempts, and he smiled rather viciously. He had faced worse than this man, as unpleasant as he was. "Save your dignity. You will have nothing of me."

"Have they?" He murmurs, and finally he seems to simply allow the man to go, running a bored hand over his face, through his hair, glancing away for a split second as if already weary of this conversation with the other man. "And did they succeed?" He didn't feel much for forcing himself on the other man again, being shoved around more than twice was enough to make his decision a bit easier. He'd simply have to try harder with this one.

Break him down.

"I'm sure I won't, pretty thing." He chuckled, and his head tilted back, lips curled with amusement. "But you may want to be a little careful about that, dear. I'm not the only one in this world that I'm sure wants a taste of you." Under his breath he murmured something, unsure if Joscelin would hear it. "Merely the most stubborn."

"They did not." His tone was flat, without the rough edge it had possessed only moments ago. He would let him save his face and pretend to be weary of their interaction, if that was what he wanted. Joscelin had no pride wrapped up in continuing with it, certainly. He straightened his woolen coat and bowed, preparing to turn on his heel and leave.

"You can save your breath, too. Your boasting does you no favours." Joscelin let his mouth settle into a grim line as he turned away. Anyone who wanted him would have as little luck as Jim- he did not intend to shatter his vows on a whim.

He just had to smile at that, oh good, the pet had been listening, hadn't he. He tilted his head slightly to the side, considering that, lips pressed into a tight line as he regarded the man in front of him. Jim couldn't be bothered yet, not quite yet - what he could get from Joscelin would be obtained in time, truthfully Jim could be patient. He could get exactly what he wanted in the end, he could, and he would - he was stubborn enough to obtain it, even if it meant having men bigger than he hold Joscelin down as he ran fingers down the pretty man's cheek, murmuring sweet things to the poor innocent man.

Jim just didn't feel quite like fighting for it now, watching the man turn away and chuckling softly. "Oh no, dear. I'm not boasting, I assure you I'm ever bit as good as I say I am."

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