ariel_ooc | Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!

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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.

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- Set up an opener in your comment or leave it blank.
- Tag around and have fun!

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[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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Ba'al isn't exactly your ideal rescuer, nor does he do this out of the kindness of his heart. Like he said, he needs allies. Winning hearts will bring loyalty and he likes that idea.

"Very well," he says then pushes off the wall, "Unless you prefer your own lodgings."

"Mine are halfway across the city." And he doesn't feel in good shape to get there, right now.

He inclines his head in acknowledgment. He takes a moment to glance at their surroundings and determine what might be the fastest route. Oh, sometimes he just misses Asgard beaming technology.

Provided Barton doesn't need help getting up(which he can do. He'll just look faintly annoyed.), he starts off in the direction of one of the apartment buildings.

"This way."

He moves to his feet all on his own. He's tired, he's not dead.

"Do I get to know your name?"

"Hannibal Hadad," he says. It is better to pass for human as long as he can which requires a more human sounding name. "I prefer Ba'al."

A short time later they arrive at the apartment building. His apartment is just like the other new arrival apartments. There are no personal items beyond toiletries and clothing. He removes his coat upon entering.

"I will not touch sexually unless you expressly ask and I expect the same courtesy from you," he says matter-of-fact, authoritative.

"Sure."

He shoots Ba'al an amused look. "You really prefer Ba'al? You don't get tired of the puns?"

He settles back on the couch. This is the first he's seen of the inside of one of these apartments. He doesn't particularly want to go to his; seems a little too much like accepting his face.

"Of course, however, it is its meaning that is important me," He explains. He disappears into the bathroom for a short time then returns.

He considers him a moment then asks, "Were you cleaned between encounters?"

He takes that time to test the chip in his head. It's supposed to be a broadcast system as well as a receiving one, and he's caught snatches of things before shutting it down. Right then, he wanted his thoughts to be his own. But as he reached out, he could slowly feel activity. Sense voice conversations and text like flipping through the pages of a book.

He looks up, when Ba'al returns.

"No," he says. In fact, he feels kind of gross right now. "I mean, a couple minutes in the bathroom. I didn't just zip up and leave." He moves to his feet. "Can I --...?" with a gesture at his shower. "Won't be more than a few minutes. Then we can talk."

Ba'al makes a very subtle 'ew' face. He'll just try not think about not cleaning up between partners. "By all means, take what time you need."

Yeah, great, another reminder of how enormously out-of-control he's been today.

Shuts the bathroom door and he almost locks it, before deciding that he can take care of himself even if Ba'al springs on him wet and naked. And anyway, he doesn't think that's going to happen. Ba'al has that same easy command that Coulson does, even if it manifests in completely different ways. Makes Clint want to roll over like a puppy.

He showers quickly but thoroughly, and re-dresses in his dirty clothes. This'll do for now.

He steps out again, flicking a hand through his wet hair to get some of the moisture off.

"What happens if I ask for your help not sexually?" he asks. The words come out pretty much unbidden, and he's not really sure what he means by them. Used to be whenever young Clint Barton was stressed, he would wake up in the middle of the night shivering, and he would get these cramps, horrible muscle twists in his calves and his thighs. It feels like that right now, only in the part of his brain that has any capacity to make decisions.

He doesn't want to fuck Ba'al because he doesn't want to fuck anyone. But he needs... something.

Ba'al has been sitting on the couch in the interim. He had been working on some small device in an effort to get it to function again then conceals it once Barton is out of the bathroom. The question is just strange enough that it gets a small laugh out of him. "I am sure something can be arranged, depending on what it will entail," he replies.

Everyone gets their secrets. He's not going to ask about the device.

"I'm not doing a good job making choices." He's compromised. "But I can't -- let my guard down. It's hard line to walk between those two."

Ba'al's eyes narrow as he tries to reason out what he's asking. "You want some one to make your decisions? But you... do not trust anyone?" he ventures.

"I don't want to give up any power," he says. "It's just control." He wants to be able to say no, and get up, and go. That's what Loki took from him, and that's the only thing that he really values about himself. "You seem..." He waves a hand, vaguely. "You remind me of a guy I know."

Coulson. Coulson is what he means.

He breathes out. "I'm not doing a good job with this," he says. "I can get out of your way."

He watches he closely for a time, still trying to reason out what he's attempting to ask. A small chuckle at reminding him of someone. His hand idly taps the arm of the couch as he thinks. "A safeword," he concludes. "A way to cease an encounter? Agreement by omission. Control stripped by your consent."

He considers that a moment then adds, "It is not an unfamiliar concept. I have not engaged in that sort of activity in quite some time." Discounting his numerous slaves, of course. "We would have agree upon your limits in advance and other specifics."

"But you have before." That means he wasn't completely off-base in his guess. Whoever this guy is, he might want a soldier in his pocket, someone with the obvious physical prowess and training that Clint has. And Clint wants someone with the control he's seeing.

It works. It's a trade.

He takes a seat where he can see the door, see the windows, where there's no easy way for Ba'al to trap him in. That's not a conscious choice; it's reflex.

"Like what?"

He inclines his head and folds his hands thoughtfully. "What limits you have. What should never be done and what should be done," he explains.

"More precisely, what you know you need."

"Just don't tie me up." He has to be more specific; yeah, he knows. "No blindfolds or anything either." He depends on his eyes too much.

As for the second question --

He shakes his head. "I've been asking for things I didn't know I needed all day," he says. "I'm compromised." He doesn't know what's going on in his head.

"Compromised," Ba'al repeats. He considers the word in this context. He already mentioned his mind being altered. "What caused you to become compromised? It is not just being here."

"Does it matter?" Whether it was torture or mind control or coercion. He was compromised.

He gives a dismissive shrug. "Not terribly, unless you wish it addressed."

"I have certain rules that should be followed or I will break the encounter," he says. "I will not be touched in a sexual context without my expressed permission. In turn, I will not touch you in such a manner unless you request it. At any point, if you feel you cannot control your actions, tell me. Questions relating to your physical state must be answered."

"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.

"Those rules are unlikely to change. Other rules and orders will be conditional," Ba'al says simply.

"Only if you have any specific requests. What you already know you need would be helpful. Then, of course, is the question of when you wish to start and what your safeword will be."

"I need some rest," he says. "And probably some refueling." Food, he means. "Beyond that, I don't know."

"Hm. Perhaps that is best discussed later," Ba'al suggests. He considers him a moment before speaking again, "You may rest here if you like." This is a calculated gesture, he wants to reinforce that being in his presence means safety.

"I have little in the way of food to offer, however, I imagine restoring your fluids is far more inoperative."

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