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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Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA

[pulledfromthepit]

[Open to new threads and continuations. Assume Dean is lightly toasted (read: drunk), shirtless, and having a lovely time. And still looking for Sam.]

[pulledfromthepit]

Dean Winchester.

[He finally pushes himself off the wall and steps over to extend a hand politely, even if this guy seems like kind of a stuffed shirt. He's got a stuffed shirt name, to boot.]

Nice to meet you. Sorry it had to be in the middle of a crazy sex circus.


((Continued from here for kingside))

[kingside]

[The comparison makes him smile this time, as does the polite introduction (the first he's gotten since arriving in this place, is Dean the only one with manners?), and he shakes the offered hand, allowing himself to feel at least somewhat more at ease.]

The pleasure is all mine, and that's all right. I doubt any of us had a say in the matter.

[pulledfromthepit]

[If Dean is the only one here with manners, then they are in a world of trouble. He returns the shake politely and releases then Lelouch's hand, maybe enjoying the contact a little more than expected.]

I find that I rarely get a say in it when weird crap happens to me.

[kingside]

Should I take that to mean weird things happen to you on a consistent basis? I hope it's never anything on this scale.

[Not that he can really talk, given his own life history, but Dean intrigues him. There can't be many in this place who have taken their relocation to a crazy sex circus in stride the way he has. Lelouch sure as hell hadn't.]

[pulledfromthepit]

That isn't the strangest thing she could have said, under the circumstances, but somehow he still manages to be a little surprised by the sudden offer. Then he shrugs and reaches for his bottle. "Yes, ma'am."

He tips the bottle up, swallowing the last of the amber liquid and sets it down empty on the table. Then he pushes himself to his feet and offers her a hand. "Where to?"


((Continued from here for unmakeme))

[unmakeme]

"Ma'am." She smirks at him a little. "That's a good start." And she reaches out and hooks her finger through a strand of his grey beads while they walk. "Tell me, how do you feel about strong women?" Which is not in any way an offer to tailor herself to his personal desires. Natasha knows what she's good at, and she can see a little raised alcove in the building across the way. Almost like a stage. Perfect.

[pulledfromthepit]

"I feel pretty turned on by strong women," he answers truthfully, happy to let her lead him around if she likes. He can be as aggressive as anyone in the bedroom, but he's got a rarely tapped fondness for being bossed around. If Natalie wants to take charge, he's got no problem at all letting her. "Is this the part where I start calling you 'mistress'?"

[unmakeme]

"It's not a requirement." Natasha has never been particularly impressed by women in oil slicked catsuits wielding decorative whips that are too big for them and going by names like Mistress Midnight or Temptation. She doesn't need to put on an act to make Dean beg her for release. "Do you want to? Does that appeal to you?"

She wraps her hand tighter in the string of beads, twisting it in such a way that it almost becomes a very short leash. When they reach the alcove, she's mildly surprised to find that its surface is actually lightly padded. Well, they just think of everything here, don't they? "Take a knee," she tells him, tugging down sharply on the bead leash.

[pulledfromthepit]

[It is tempting. Then again, somewhere private has the added bonus of fewer distractions and potentially longer encounters. This guy seems like the sort who'd be fun to take some time with.

Dean picks up his slushie and grins.]

I couldn't agree more. Let's see about finding that privacy, shall we?


((Continued from here for flowersteps))

[flowersteps]

[Elua does indeed enjoy taking is time with things, though he doesn't mind a bit of quick mid-morning "exploration" either. But those are for when you don't have time, and he has nothing but time here.]

I live nearby if you would like to go there.

[And since his own slushie is done, hopefully Dean won't mind if Elua steals a sip of his slushie.]

[pulledfromthepit]

I'd like that.

[Dean doesn't mind at all. He will cheerfully share with his new friend. While Elua has the cup, he pushes himself to stand and tips a nod toward the street.]

Lead the way.

[flowersteps]

Of course.

[He holds the cup out to Dean as they head out to the street.]

Here, I didn't want to take away the entire cup from you. I do like to share.

[Not that he's going to protest if Dean just wants to give it to him. Or kiss him to have a taste.]

[pulledfromthepit]

[Dean's going to take that as permission to touch more. His hand curls around Mello's wrist and slides slowly up his bare arm. The gun callouses on his hand scratch lightly over the surface of Mello's skin. As they walk, he looks for some place they might slip into. Surely a sex planet had to have hotels, right?]

I do my best persuading behind closed doors, so just wait and see.

[When he finally finds a likely spot, he tips his head toward the door and heads that way, his hand never stopping its slow, meandering path back and forth along Mello's arm.]


((Continued from here for volatility))

[volatility]

[The touch is light, but it's enough to get Mello to respond with anticipation — something he notes begrudgingly. He doesn't tense up at the contact, but he doesn't return the touch, either — just lets Dean run his hand up and down his arm as they head inside. He wants to approach this from a business frame of mind — looking at the pending event as though it is an obstacle that he needs to overcome, rather than an undertaking based solely on pleasure.

He takes the liberty of requesting a room once they are inside, and as they walk down the hall, Mello finally responds to Dean's comment.]

Just don't expect me to hold your hand or cuddle after.

[Dean doesn't seem like that type, but Mello puts it on the table regardless.]

[pulledfromthepit]

I'll try to quell my disappointment.

[Dean flashes him a grin as they pause outside the room for Mello to unlock it. His hand's moved from the arm, across his shoulder and neck, and down his back.

Inside the room, once the door is closed, Dean pushes into Mello's personal space and kisses him hard. His hands move to smooth down Mello's chest and sides.]

[volatility]

[Dean wastes no time, and that is probably for the better — it keeps Mello from thinking and planning, from keeping himself too distant and unengaged. Initially, Mello tries to resist kissing back, but the anticipation of this moment has been so built up, and there's so much contact, that he's pulled in and far from unwilling as those hands move down his body. He returns the kiss, finally matching Dean's hunger with his own, and as he is kissing and Dean is touching, Mello's hands slip under Dean's shirt, feeling the skin beneath and slowly guiding the shirt upward — until he pulls back long enough to try and guide it over Dean's head.

He's so far gone already, so into this — he should be enraged at himself, but all he can think about is getting Dean undressed, getting swept away by this chip-induced longing to take him.]

[luciferspromdress]

Now Sam might not be picture perfect here -- his hair's mussed, his clothes are rumpled and wrinkled, and his face is carrying a flush from the booze he's had since he's been here.

But he's still wearing all his clothes at least. "Jesus, Dean," he huffs out.

Exasperated and trying as he might to look annoyed, he's still wearing a little grin because he's relieved to finally find a familiar face. "Dude, where have you been?"

He paused. "Wait, no. I can guess. Been I've been looking for you, you know."

[pulledfromthepit]

"Sammy!" Dean grins widely and flings an arm around his little brother. He's wearing enough beads by now that it's close to wearing a shirt. That counts, right?

"I've been looking for you, too, dude. Man, I dunno where the hell we are, but I've gotta tell ya... I like it."

[luciferspromdress]

"You're drunk." It doesn't need to be said, it's pretty obvious. He huffs out something close to a laugh and leans in when an arm is flung around his shoulders.

Part of him is just glad to see Dean actually grinning again. Step up from back home. "Dude..."

He can't resist. He reaches out to lift up one of the strings of beads and pulls a face. "Seriously? Did you just take them from anybody who'd hand them to you?"

Not that Sam wasn't carrying quite a few beads of his own... People did like to hand them out.

[pulledfromthepit]

"I'm drunk," he agrees cheerfully, using his hold on Sam to guide him over to a table at a street side cafe. It's quite possible he'll fall if he doesn't sit soon, so it's best.

"Don't knock my beads, Sam. People love me. Besides, you're not exactly traveling light there, little bother." Dean flicks a strand dangling around Sam's neck. Black? Interesting.

[pulledfromthepit]

[Dean's not sure he buys that, but if anybody's going to be claiming to be Thor, this guy can probably pull it off. Besides, if he is Thor, that makes him even more interesting.]

Thor it is, then. [He gives the dragon toy a playful pat.] I'll have my own, personal god of thunder. I'm sure I'll enjoy him.

Why don't you let me get you a drink to say thank you?


((Continued from here for beworthy))

[thatsnotmygun]

Dean might be toasted, but Jake's been keeping himself clear headed. No beads for him, other than the ones he was given at the start shoved in his pocket. He's noticed that quite a few new arrivals have taken to their new environment with zeal.

Like that guy over there. Apparently clothes were now frowned upon, but the guy seemed comfortable enough and had the smile of someone that was heading past buzzed and into drunkville. Hey, it was better than some of the cringing violets he'd seen while walking around. Those ones made him wonder about the selection factor behind their hosts. The way this guy was ogling everything on legs that walked by him, though... Jake wasn't overly concerned about him fitting in.

Not that he was judging. He liked to scratch the itch more than just as necessary himself. He just wasn't quite so sure about it in a place like this. Sighing, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his smokes, lighting one up and taking a deep drag.

[pulledfromthepit]

The flash of Jake's lighter catches Dean's attention and his gaze moves to look him over with the same obvious interest he's been giving the rest of the crowd. At this point, he figures that's about what passes for polite around here. Most of the locals have been somewhat grabby with their greetings.

He's not much of a smoker, but he doesn't begrudge anyone else theirs. Particularly not when he's been indulging so many of his own today. "You look way too put together," he notes with a grin. "You've either just arrived or you have some impressive will power."

[thatsnotmygun]

He looked over as he was addressed, giving Dean a casual grin, smoke streaming out in a plume. "A little of column A and B. Been here all day, but, not sure I'm up for having randoms just slide a hand down my pants and grab their fill."

Besides, he was still keeping an eye out here and there for signs that any of the newcomers were either in over their heads or starting shit that didn't need to be started. "You look like you've been doing quite a bit of indulging."