Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!

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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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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.

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[noticing]

( Continued from here. )

[ The emotion is obvious, smeared across Mello's features like a child's finger painting across freshly coated white walls of a few-million quid home. There's something between anger and awe, and Sherlock can feel a smirk starting to pull over his lips, despite the inanity of the situation. The movement to his rosary beads is caught, though Sherlock decides to tuck the thought away. Falsely religious for the sake of impressions, or falsely religious to deceive himself? An interesting thought.

When the initial shock is brushed aside in favour of the man scoffing, disregarding what's been said, or at least minimising the impact of Sherlock's words, the detective blinks slowly, lazily, as if disinterested by the man's attempt to deter the situation. He's pleased enough that the blond is impressed, but the detective wasn't looking for reaffirmation of his abilities: he knows he's good. There is a part of him that wishes to respond to the affront on his ego, but then the man says something interesting and Sherlock almost thanks the powers that be for finally throwing something worth his while in his direction.

A beat. ] Hm, odd. For a man unimpressed by my abilities and in possession of his own 'superior' powers of observation, I find it strange you wanted to acquaint yourself at all.

[ And then he straightens, and takes a step forward, intruding on the man's personal space. Unlike the vast majority of the people contained, there is nothing sexual about the gesture, nor threatening. If anything, it's posed as a challenge, as he stares hard into the eyes of his newfound companion and attempts to assert his position, his curiousity because he is oh so very curious indeed. Most of those who've approached him have lost Sherlock's intrest within moments.

But this man is smart. Sharp. Ready. It's a breath of fresh air amongst the constant ennui offered up here. ] You've undoubtably discerned my lack of interest. I'm obviously not in a position of power either. [ Lids drop to half-tilt as Sherlock regards the leather-clad blond with interest, pausing, waiting for silence to filter in between them. The last question Mello posed goes unanswered as Sherlock responds with one of his own: ]

Why did you arrange for this meeting?

[ Not that Sherlock hasn't come to his own conclusions. The man wants answers, he looks hungry. He, like Sherlock, isn't satisfied by just the mental imagery being projected, the carnal acts commencing in every direction. Sherlock doesn't think the man would object to some of those acts, as it's clear between the two of them who's morals are more ambiguous, just by the sheer act of deceit the man has already admitted to. But he does doubt that those distractions are enough to satisfy the craving, the undying need to know what's going on. He's too sharp to be mollified by the promise of endless amounts of sex and pleasure.

Of this much, the consulting detective is certain. He knows that look, because it's like looking into a mirror. A darker, more religious, red-leather-clad mirror with scars. ]

[volatility]

[Mello refuses to react further, keeping his expression hardened in defiance. He does not move when the other man intrudes upon his space, for often that is a tactic he himself employs — claiming personal space to unnerve another, if only slightly, so that he can play out his hand. Instead, he meets Sherlock's stare without even the slightly hint of discomfort, a smirk of his own coming to play upon his lips. He recognizes this game — knows it all-too-well as one of his own — and believes that if the seeds of this encounter are to bloom into something akin to a battle, he will win.]

All those inferences, and yet you can't figure out why I set this up?

[Though Mello supposes he does know, and is testing him — trying to see what answer he'll produce, maybe see how well Mello can play, or what move he'll use next. He therefore allows his question to remain rhetorical, choosing to respond properly.]

I thought you might be of some use to me.

[And perhaps he wasn't far-off in that assessment, as he has clearly encountered a man whose abilities might just rival his own. Only time will tell if that is the case, but Mello, too, recognizes the similarities.]

You didn't answer my question. Is it because you're afraid of what I might see in you?

[He's still wearing that grin when he reaches inside his pocket to pull out the only chocolate bar that has managed to come with him to this city, but he doesn't unwrap it. Instead, he holds it up to the other man.]

Tell me...are you an addict?

[They all are — people like them. L allegedly had his sweets, Matt has his video games, and Mello has his chocolate. They may not be standard addictions, but it is the mark of a true gifted individual — at least in Mello's opinion, having grown up around gifted children and witnessed addiction in its myriad forms.

He partially unwraps the chocolate and takes a bite.]