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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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[Reserves]
[Application]
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[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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[ to be fair, despite his closeness with that blasted bird loki might have hesitated to ask him that.

but nevertheless, loki listens. he listens and absorbs, he thinks about what it must have been like, what thor must have been like when he was young, what their childhood together had been like. it is .. painful, sometimes, to think of what he has lost, memories that he shall never regain, fond times that thor can reflect on, that loki shall never know. there is no other feeling like the blank in his mind, the emptiness where things should be. and yet, in the end .. it is better this way. those memories would poison him, they would twist him, and he is better off without them. ]

Well that is all very easy for you to say. But it does matter, because I ..

[ before he can finish, loki clamps his tongue. no, there is no reason to go further, no reason to explain it to thor, no reason to ruin this perfect, tender moment. thor could never understand how important it is to loki to know these things, to make for himself a patchwork image of his past. but loki presses from his mind these dark thoughts and instead focuses on his brother's words, on the rough sweetness of them, and he cannot help but smile. thor is not wrong. the norns have bound them together body and spirit - where there is thor there shall always be loki, as night always follows day, and he may be young still but somewhere in his old soul loki knows this great truth and accepts it. there is nothing that could ever tear them apart for good.

loki hums, and does not finish his sentence, only basks in his brother's warm affections, in the attentions that he so loves and craves. thor's body is warm and solid and loki is still filthy, sticky with sweat and cooling come but he cannot bring himself to move, he does not want to move. so instead he winds his slim arms around his shoulders and arches close, keeping their bodies pressed together, closing his eyes and nuzzling to thor's ear. there is no better feeling in this world than to be accepted, to be wanted. ]

Ah, well. I suppose we are, then, you and I. Bound forever. It is not so terrible a fate, I think.

[Thor smiles at the words, his cheek pressed to Loki's cheek, his mouth close to his ear. His voice is low and quiet when he uses it.] It is not so terrible at all.

[What Loki means to say but doesn't is a mystery to Thor. From what Loki had said before they came to this place, he assumes it is fear. Loki means to learn his past so as not to follow the same path again, to become the hated and feared person of Asgardians and Avengers both. But why he doesn't continue the thought, Thor has no idea. He is quiet and sad, but Loki now is wont to be such things. He knows he is loved, and that must be enough. There is nothing better Thor can think to do for his young brother than protect and love him for as long as he allows.]

[It is a warm and tender moment, but there is responsibility still to consider. And Thor grows less comfortable as the air around them cools. He pulls away from Loki's embrace, kissing his forehead, then his wrists as he does, stands from the bed and walks the nine steps or so it takes to find the bath.]

[ even after thor has left loki lingers in the bed, silent and still and staring idly up at the white ceiling as if the answers to his questions are written there, as if the mystery of his life could be solved, were he to stare at it long enough.

of course, no such miracle occurs, and loki is left instead with rolling silence and naught but his own confusing thoughts within his ears. i am better off without them, he must tell himself, again and again, i am better off without them and yet in many ways he still cannot help but feel jealous of that dusty, evil old bird, whose silence in loki's head is .. jarring, to say the least, and -

- no no. no thoughts of ikol. now is not the time for this. immediately loki cuts off his train of thought, forces himself up off of the bed, and tugs a(n only mildly stained) sheet over his skinny shoulders. loki wraps himself in it and swings his legs over the bed, padding the short distance to the room where thor is washing up. and loki stands in the open doorway, looking displaced and disheveled but smiling nonetheless. before he can even open his mouth to speak he catches sight of himself in the mirror and goodness gracious, what a mess he looks! his dark hair is wild, his fair skin is flushed still, but unevenly, and his throat and collar (and his shoulders, no doubt, beneath the sheet) are dark with deep, purpling bruises, evidence of his brother's affections. loki is proud and mortified and intrigued all at once, and he crosses the small room to crane his neck and get a closer examination. ]

Oh, Thor, look what you've done! You've made a mess of me.

[The water's barely had time to run hot, and Thor's already stepping out of it. He's cleaned and smelling mildly of soap, feeling awake and alert enough to move, but wanting none of it. It's early still for sleep, but it's been a very long, very complicated day, and the idea is tempting.]

[He pads from the show spray with wet steps before pausing, naked and dripping wet, and untroubled by the state of himself. And there is Loki, who spoke, peering at himself in the mirror, appearing small against the sheet he's wrapped in, pale against the dark color of rising bruises. He is a mess, as he's said. And Thor is satisfied by it, as he'd said before.]

[He comes to stand behind Loki, and see what he sees in the mirror.] Made you mine. [He corrects, and touches with a large hand the spots of red and purple across Loki's neck, before cupping his jaw, and pulling his face away from the slowly fogging mirror and up, so that Thor might lean down and kiss him again: warm and welcoming, and deep.]

[Then after a pause to smile smugly, he takes Loki's neck at the scruff, and pushes him gently in the direction of the shower spray.] In.

[ thor is distracting even now, in all of his wet nakedness, touching at loki's bruised throat and kissing him deeply like that.

but then he's pulling away again and urging loki toward the shower and that's for the best, really. loki shrugs the sheet away and lets it fall where he stands, then does as bid and hops into the shower without resistance, though he turns his head briefly to nip the end of thor's thick index finger.

made you mine, thor had said, and loki smiles to himself as he rolls the words around in his head. it's such a nice thing to hear, but then again, loki has always been thor's, insomuch as loki can ever be anyone's. and he always shall be.

the hot water is a welcome feeling and loki spends rather a longer time beneath the spray than his brother had. he washes his hair, his face, he scrubs the cooled and drying come from his thighs and cannot help but smirk at the sight of it. loki rinses his mouth, scrubs his face again, and finally steps out of the shower some fifteen minutes later, shutting off the water and drying himself with a thick, fluffy towel, then swathing himself in another. one nice thing about being so small; every towel is overlarge. nevertheless, when loki pads noiselessly from the washroom again he is disheveled still, but thoroughly cleaned.

still bruised, though. ]

[While Loki's cleaning himself, Thor scoops up the abandoned sheets, strips the rest from the bed, and after some searching, finds the washing machine behind a closet door. One of his favorites of man's technology. Because it's simple to use, and always works as it should, unlike most of the rest of it, he's found.]

[He shuts the door, and hunts down his clothes. The armor, he leaves in a pile by the door, to be collected later. The leggings and tunic he dons, and sits on the bed as he laces the leathers of his boots.]

[The water stops, and a moment later, there is Loki, looking small still in an over-large towel, cleaned now, at least. Thor stands, and crosses the room to run a hand through his wet hair, and kiss the top of his head.] Have you eaten today? [ Besides cones of spun sugar, he means.]

[ it is .. different, now. thor's affections. different because of what they have done, because of what has passed between them. loki has always enjoyed his brother's attentions, but with this new knowledge and experience he feels a .. shift, of sorts. there is an undercurrent of intimacy now that runs beneath everything, that loki feels jumping like electric sparks between them, in every casual touch.

or perhaps that's only the chip's work.

nevertheless, a change has occurred. and yet loki still feels at ease, as if this shift into something more is natural, simple, easy. because it is. loki turns his face into thor's broad palm, nuzzling nose and lips into its warmth before slipping past him, to gather his clothing. ]

Oh, yes! Bright cookies, and pink candied cotton, as well as a cake of funnel which was, I must admit, sugary and delicious, which means you would likely despise it, no doubt.

[ in other words, no. ]

[Easy, yes. Simple, natural, yes. And Thor feels as if it's a return to what they once were, should always be. He does not expect such warmth to last, but for now, he enjoys the fond look in Loki's green eyes, and the feel of Loki's smiling lips pressed to his palm.]

[He's less pleased by the list of confections Loki's eaten in the past day. A feast of sorts, though hardly what Thor had in mind.]

You know me well. [He watches Loki dress, and considers where more suitable sustenance might be found. This place, for all it demands pleasure, seems still more of Midgard than Asgard, and he doubts they would appreciate a hunt in, or outside of their city. Shopping, then.] I would have meat, instead. [His gaze loses focus for a moment, as he thinks of the funds they've told him of, references a map of the city in his mind.]

[It will do.]

Stay here, while I fetch us something more hearty than candy. [Drink as well, he silently decides, turning to fetch his helm and cape from their place beside the couch. He calls to Loki behind him but does not turn.] Let none enter. I'll return shortly.

[ meat. yes. of course. though, to be fair, loki wouldn't say no to sustenance with a bit more substance; sweets are all well and good, but even loki needs nutrition every once in awhile.

thor moves to the common room, but loki stays behind to dress himself, wriggling back into his shirt and leggings, pulling his tunic over his head, leaving the cowl down for now to let his hair dry. padding on his bare feet, loki slinks back into the common area, watches thor sweep on his bright cape and don his helmet again, and just like that he's a god again, broad and strong and imposing, and yet loki's brother still. he stands idly beside the door as thor approaches. ]

Yes, yes, of course! None shall pass, and some such. I'm sure I'll be all right, brother. Ah, but wait!

[ loki's small hands reach up, splaying against thor's broad chest, urging him down again, to loki's level. ]

[Thor had expected something of an argument, a petition to come along, or something similar. But perhaps Loki is too worn, tired and bruised, even for mischief. If that's the case, Thor will have to strive to keep him so tired more often.]

[Of course, it's always possible Loki is lying, or might sneak out after him. But he will trust Loki to keep his word, for now, until it's proven otherwise.]

[Thor leans down at the pull of Loki's hands, to accept whatever affection he might give.]

[ thor complies, but loki had not expected otherwise. loki smiles, warm and wide, and moves his hands through thor's thick hair to press it back and away, and with clever fingers he folds his brother's collar down, further away from his throat.

with no further prompting he leans in, brushes their noses together, then ducks his head to thor's throat, his jaw and his ear, closing his mouth against the warm, sensitive patch of skin where these three things meet. his grasp in thor's hair tightens, his lips form a seal and loki suckles gently, but firmly, opening his mouth wide and pressing in close to encourage.

when at last loki pulls back a fine bruise is blooming against thor's skin, darkening, an angry red around the edges; he cannot help the satisfied smirk that slants his mouth. ]

.. to make you mine. [ he says, only mildly smugly, and leans to touch their foreheads together once more. ]

[Loki's affections send a shivered thrill through Thor's blood again: the pulling grip of his hands, the warmth and gentle bruising pain by his lips at Thor's neck. Once he's finished, Thor wraps an arm around his waist to pull him up on his toes and press their bodies close, and kisses him again, with warmth, and stirring heat, and love.]

[In truth, he's always been Loki's, since childhood. Centuries ago, for as long as he can remember, since this strange and clever child was called his brother. But it wouldn't do well to tell him such things, of a past he thinks poorly of and cannot remember. So Thor offers him kisses and affection now instead with all his love before releasing him, and standing to his full height again.]

I'll remember it. And you, my brother. [He tilts Loki's chin up by two bent fingers.] Stay here.

[ whether or not loki shall actually heed his brother's orders and stay put is a mystery, but his eyes shine with sincerity when he smiles, and nods. even the rough brush of thor's fingers seems a strange and exhilarating thing now, and loki cannot help but think that there is so much to explore, still. so much to learn.

it's tempting to just say screw dinner!, as the mortals might. tempting to snag thor's wrist and keep him here, because that kiss alone was enough to make him feel warm again, to make him loathe to let his brother leave.

but that's silly. there will be time enough, later. all the night, and all tomorrow if he wishes, and the next day, and the next, perhaps. as loki steps back to pull open the door and allow thor to pass, his mind wanders, his thoughts stray - this place is all he has now, isn't it? there is nothing else. there is nothing to go back to. what does that mean, for thor? there is still so much to understand, so many questions to ask .. but later. soon. loki watches his brother's broad back, the noble furl of his cape, and waves vigorously, with a bright smile that does not quite reach his eyes. ]

Hurry back!

[Thor leaves, with Loki's eager smile in his mind, voice still echoed in his ears. Yes, he will hurry in his task, to return to the brother he loves, and keep him from the curiosity that might injure him in this place.]

[He walks, to find food, ask a few questions as he does, gets his bearings of this place. There is still Mjolnir to retrieve, a path to Asgardia to find, and he must always seek out others, the Asgardians he loves.]

[But Loki is here, and most important. He must keep him close and safe above all things. The longer Thor is gone, the more he worries that Loki will not be there when he returns. A chilling thought, that he might be out there again, helpless and amongst these people that cannot be trusted. Food of a grill found and carried in white bags, Thor hurries, as Loki had said, back to greet him,]

[And finds the door open, the small apartment empty. He can think of only one curse appropriate enough for what he feels.]

Loki.

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