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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!
 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. 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. 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 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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LMAO KIRKWOOD!!!!!!!!
I fully intended on visiting you, and yet it seems that... forces out of my control chose otherwise. [and maker did he hate feeling like a pawn. his brows twitched, irritation rising, but the sight of his friend sitting on the blasphemous fountain momentarily distracted him. in more ways than one.] I... took my anger on you, undeservedly so. I wasn't myself. [nor was he now, frowning on a bout of slight confusion as he approached, finding the view rather intriguing. bewitching. of course, he'd seen hawke in that particular light quite a few times in the past, reaching unsuspecting peaks as of late, but this seemed rather... peculiar. as if the grasp around his will slowly loosened, making room for everything he'd always been so careful to keep at bay. he coughed, digging for more countenance, and he stopped near the fountain, cautious to avoid looking at the blighted statue.] I apologize.
IT'S WHAT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN CALLED. I still can't believe you made him sit on fountain rofl
But all good things came to an end. Or that was what he’d previously believed, because now he had Fenris just across the way and things were definitely still good.
Hands on his knees, he leveraged his weight and pushed himself up to his feet, grinning wide as he strode closer. ] Appreciated, but you can stop that. I never held any of it against you. [ Again, he understood. There were some very potent reasons why Fenris despised magic and he’d just ripped the heart out of one of those specific reasons. So tense? That barely covered how uncomfortable everyone had felt in that situation. If him simply being there for Fenris to vent on had helped in any way, than he was glad for it. Basically, there was a strong possibility that he already horribly smitten and despite how often Fenris threw a wrench into things, his feelings never budged. Nice how that worked out, huh? ]
hawke, champion of ~kirkwood~, sitting on an obsene statue. FITTING.
Good to know. [truth be told, he wasn't sure he deserved such lenience... but he'd never actually meant to unleash his wrath towards his friend. hawke was a mage, granted, but he was strong and void of the weaknesses the abomination reeked. thinking of anders now had its load of inconveniences, unfortunately, and he snarled in the middle of nowhere, the faintest glow enveloping his skin.] You have your staff. [a bland remark, and he absentmindedly adjusted his own weapon on his back, shooting brief glances around him.] I don't suppose you were told anything more than I was.
Maybe he can become the Champion of Ariel too. :|c
Mm. [ He swung his gaze upward then and lightly scratched at his jawline, starting easily enough with a-- ] Welcome to the City of Ariel, we require your help… pay no heed to the incision in your head and enjoy these filthy images. [ Glancing back to Fenris, he offered a crooked grin, obviously finding something oddly amusing at how horrible all of this truly was. Maintaining a healthy sense of humor was important; keep that in mind, Fenris. ] As a side note, our society centers widely around what is commonly seen to be a private affair between two, consenting adults. We apologize but see no reason to release you. [ Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t some stuffy, prudish individual, but he wasn’t nearly as comfortable or open as say, Isabela for example. He had his own set of limits and playing nude out in the streets was one of them. For the good of the city… hah, that sounded like a badly rehearsed line by, hey let’s use Isabela as an example again. ] Does that ring a bell?
at least the champion of fenris... though i'm afraid it's not nearly as fancy
[and he certainly did not want to be there to witness their fall. he didn't belong in this world. he didn't think he belonged anywhere, but living in kirkwall had surprisingly begun to... feel, for lack of a better word, and he wasn't sure he could go through this all over again. hadriana was dead, but danarius wasn't, and he couldn't let go, not yet, not after he'd learned what he'd learned and...
he groaned, briefly closing his eyes to help chasing the thoughts away. if he wasn't careful, he'd make the same mistakes repeatedly. hawke was here, and if he attracted trouble, the other way around was also true. even in a city of sheer immorality. so he sighed, turning around in an attempt to avoid associating the odd images in his head with his friend - he really didn't need the encouragement - and he saw the walls surrounding the city, wondering just how difficult it would be to escape.] On the other hand, walls have been known to crumble. [and they certainly weren't impossible to climb. he turned to face hawke again, drumming the tips of his gauntlets upon his chin.] Have you seen the others? [he briefly eyed his staff again, a hint of doubt in his gaze.] What of your magic?
now that's the kind of championship hawke could get into. OHOHO, into~
ROFL I TTLY MISSED THAT!!. A shake for their comrades. And for the mention of his missing magic…? He knew he had to tell him eventually; they were partners, friends, and if they were going to get out of this unscathed, they needed to be honest and open – not that kind of open— with each other. Still… was it wrong that he didn’t want to admit it? Fenris was just about the most judgmental person he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting and considering, let him repeat this once again, the elf hated magic with every fiber of his being, he knew there was only one way the other would feel about this. He would be happy. Ecstatic. Ready to break out in one of those choreographed dances he’d mentioned in passing once before. Which was good in a way, wasn’t it? Better to have him glad he was now a crippled version of his former, battle-ready self, rather than see him as a hindrance to a potential escape plan. He just… didn’t want to be seen differently or worse, for Fenris to like him better this way. The details were fuzzy at best, so he wasn’t entirely sure how any of this worked – how had they even managed to sever his connection to the Fade without turning him tranquil? – or if the possibility even existed but he had to wonder what would happen if he got his magic back. What if Fenris couldn’t overlook that as he had before?He’d never wanted to be defined by his magic, nor had he ever wanted to be defined without it; he’d always wanted to be Garrett but maybe that was too much to ask in a world that, for the most part, feared what magic could do. Shifting his feet, he tipped his chin down and glanced to one upturned palm, flexing his fingers in an’ out as he rolled his shoulders with as little care as he could. ] Gone. [ Still staring at his fingers, it was as though he was waiting for a tremble, a hint of something but that foolish hope faded as quickly as it had come and he glanced to Fenris; ah well, where was his humor? ] It seems they don’t favor magic either. [ Or at least, their citizens having it, because the people in charge certainly possessed some sort of power to transport them here. ] At least this city found an alternative to removing it. It would have been a travesty to rob the world of my charming personality. [ He managed a strained smile on that, but the joke fell flat because by the Maker, why was he joking about tranquility? ]
yes. with his ~staff~
especially if hawke couldn't defend himself. he didn't care that he was a mage, not anymore. he was an exception of sort, but he'd also proved himself many times over. it was an odd thing to fear for his lack of power.] Hawke. [he frowned, nervously looking around.] As harmless as the city's people seem to be, I am wary of such proclaimed liberty. They are fully unaware of the consequences this will cause, and a blind puppeteer is a dangerous one. We must tread carefully. [because diving in headfirst like they always did could potentially be fatal in an unknown environment.] Were you given directions? Locations, perhaps? They seem to have assigned a... residence under my name.
he'll wield it good
A good host would have shown us to our rooms but it looks as though someone forgot their etiquette, so it’s left to us. [ That was bound to be fun; at least the company would be nice? Smiling faintly on that, he folded his arms across his chest and pivoted just so, giving their surroundings a brief, once over, clearly debating which direction to try first. Heh. A room and some beads… yeah, those consolation prizes sure made being kidnapped worth it. ] It must feel odd to you. [ He grinned with the words and glanced back to the other, affectionately teasing with a-- ] You can’t squat in quarters you own. [ Fenris’ tastes were more accustomed to dusty, abandoned buildings and playing hide and seek when anyone came looking for said trespasser. ] I can’t say what state your place will be in but I would assume the cobwebs and rotting corpses aren’t popular features. [ Disappointing? Of course. His smile widened and he swung his arms back down, placing them firmly on his hips as he marginally shifted his stance. ] I can help you break some furniture and sweep dirt inside later on. Make it feel more like home, hm?
and i really couldn't help this one rofl
truth be told, however? he'd much rather drink them all. perhaps even now. the smile on his lips faded slightly, studying his companion. he really did feel like they should leave, and yet he also really wanted a break, a pause to breathe. with hawke. alone. the thought made him blink lazily and he searched his gaze, wondering if he had planned anything. he'd always led, after all.] We should... move on.
i'm never forgiving you for that
[ And so began their adventure!
After having exchanged the minimal information of their residences
We’ll talk specifics when we actually figure out how the housing works rofl, they were set on wandering through the streets until they stumbled across said housing , which was fine, because Hawke was rather fond of getting lost in unfamiliar places, but he had to admit, that he wasn’t quite accustomed to dodging people. In this sense, at least. Walking straight into a trap and dodging a sword, an arrow, a spell, yeah, he could do that, but there was something remarkably unsettling about sidestepping a couple wrestling off to the side, bypassing a pair dragging a third into their pile, and trying not to run into any of the normal patrons while staring a little too long at a woman currently missing her blouse just over there. Unsurprisingly however, Hawke found a way to man up and deal with it all; if there was anything surprising about this, it was that he kept his jokes at bay, far too enraptured in trying to work out how the Blooming Rose had become a city, to provide his usual entertainment. He did however, break his silence after a woman behind a nearby booth gestured at them as they passed by, saying something about exchanging beads; a few more steps though and then she forgot them, turning her attention to someone behind him and in turn, Hawke glanced down at his string of red, hooking a finger around it. Huh, so these beads must have held some form of value in this city. Silly him; here he’d thought they were a poor man’s accessory. Dropping his hand, he angled his gaze to Fenris and quirked a, clearly clueless, smile. ] I forgot to ask; did they give you beads as well? [ Maybe they could pool theirs together and exchange them for… uh, whatever it was that they were meant for. :D ]we. should. move. ON.
while testing his glow-in-the-dark sticknow wasn't exactly the time nor the place to entertain such feelings. it was the chip, of course. whatever that was. it was the chip, and a good amount of repressed desires. maybe he should have told them that he really didn't need the added stimulus, but something told him they wouldn't have cared.so he followed him without a word, observing the surroundings. depravity seemed rather lacking to describe the scene unfolding around them. it was just as hawke thought, as if the blooming rose had expanded and turned every citizen into ordinary whores. fenris was no prude. he was private and never out of place, but he knew more than a thing or two about the pleasure of the flesh, thanks to his many years of servitude in tevinter. nobody had touched him - and he had never glistened for his master, as isabela had hoped - but he'd... seen many things. felt many things. the fog warriors had showed him a world he'd never suspected could exist, but this? this was too much, and if he winded up sharing anything with hawke, it wasn't going to be there.
... at least not anywhere on the streets. he was quickly reminded of the gifts he had received when a plump woman waved to catch hawke's attention, more than willing to display her beads... and quite a bit of skin. vishante. there was a brief spasm in his chest and a slight twitch of his brows, and then hawke was looking at him and fenris forgot how to breathe.]
Ah...
[well, he was certainly known to be much more eloquent than that, but he couldn't quite put his thoughts together. how had he not noticed the red beads he harbored? each color represented one desire and he'd quickly shoved his own in his satchel, positively reluctant to participate to their uncanny activities. and yet hawke...?] Hawke. [oh, did you hear that? the sound of danger. he was scowling, too. at you. no wonder that woman thought him available for-] Must you always behave so heedlessly? If you truly intend to pose as a whore, I suggest you choose another color. [because blood only mixed well with blades.]
... Worst line. Ever.
… Er. [ Okay. This was a very, ill-opportune moment to start laughing but if Hawke didn’t have a warped, entirely uncouth sense of humor, he wouldn’t be, you guessed it, Hawke. Breath catching on a chuckle, he muffled it as quickly as he could and then stopped short in his steps, fixing a look that was both amused and confused on his companion. ] I’m a whore…? [ Usually, this was the part where he wound the conversation around and around, dissecting the details until he figured everything out on his own, but he was, admittedly, looking forward to hearing Fenris’ explanation. ] I know we both miss our dear Isabela terribly, but I’m afraid her shoes are too… loose for me to fill.
i'm yours~ better?
... until a passing thought occurred to him. he didn't go far. four, six feet away. and then he turned, the tips of his gauntlets idly brushing against his jaw, the air about him suddenly much more composed. if there was one moody elf in this world, it was fenris, and he gave an uneasy cough, seemingly a little unsure.] You... [he frowned, his hesitation clear.] Have you truly no idea of their purpose?
much :c
always a pleasure~
it took every bit of his might not to roll his eyes in the far back of his head. but he didn't. he sighed instead, and the faintest blush came to his cheeks. conveniently, he looked away, around, anywhere but in front of him.] If only. [the low sound of his voice, a muttered remark, told volumes of how deeply he wished the beads were mere ornaments. yet sadly, they weren't. he shifted on his feet, visibly uncomfortable. his skin grew hotter by the second.] They were given to us to match our desires. To... [he coughed, catching a glimpse of hawke from the corner of his eyes, and when he saw that same plump woman fondling a new victim nearby, he groaned quietly, digging into his satchel.] We are expected to share them in order to reveal our preferences. [his hand full, he fanned his fingers to show his own collection, careful to keep his eyes fixed on them.] Foolish and deficient. It seems they have no interest in using their tongues adequately. [because communication with beads kind of seemed primitive... at least as much as fenris' reflection suddenly seemed to hold intriguing innuendos. do you like your elves flustered, hawke, with a bit of gloom on top?]
He does have some of the sweetest lines actually
beating blood magey whoresbusiness; even during this whole ordeal – aside from the occasional, curious glance – his self-control was tightly kept in order, and until now, he’d felt no reason to indulge in what the higher ups seemed so determined to have him do. And he still didn’t, really, but…He exhaled on a sigh and maintained his smile, shaking his head with equal exasperation because yeah, it was rather ridiculous to exchange beads for… that. Whatever happened to the build up? The flirting? The moment when nerves disappeared and chemistry took over, every new action following as naturally as breathing? Sex wasn’t the end all moment and it was only as good as its beginning; so, personally, he would imagine it would feel kind of empty without the proper groundwork. Say… three years of groundwork. Still, knowing how uncomfortable the other was – and not to mention himself, because he’d actually be waltzing around, unknowingly offering all this time? – did he truly want to play around with this?
Surprise, of course he did!
So bypassing the expected question – he didn’t need to know what red stood for, not when he knew Fenris hated it so vehemently – he focused on first bridging the few feet between them and second, pausing short of breeching too much personal space, as he let his smile curl around something harmlessly boyish, maybe the slightest bit sly. And in staring down at that colorful, mismatch of beads in Fenris’ open palm…? ] So I believe you mentioned something about a new color? [ Careful not to brush actual skin, he gingerly plucked up a white bead and rolled it slow, back an’ forth between his fingertips. Yes, it was foolish and deficient to even entertain the idea of these trinkets, but Fenris knew so much about them and Hawke was, shamelessly, interested in seeing how far he could push that usually stone-cold composure into cracking. ] What color would you suggest? [ What color would you want him to have?
To exchange with him?]don't think it's a sweet line he's got in mind now
maker's breath. his lips parted and his body leaned forward, slightly, as if arching for him, desperate to feel. he knew it wasn't right, and yet it wasn't wrong either; it was as it should be, aside from the fact that he couldn't seem to resist him any longer. but he had to, because he wouldn't be one of them, so he pressed his lips together and looked at him, eyes locked into his.]
Blue. [he'd really had no intention of talking. his mouth didn't move, but the message echoed loudly in his head, raw and hoarse, borderline needy. there was a flash of hardened flesh in his mind, a slick tongue and a pair of swollen lips, and it was all he could do not to moan right there in the middle of the same depraved crowd he itched to lecture.
vishante. he had gotten particularly hot, and even though his skin burnt, he managed a frown, half-horrified, half-aggravated] No. I... this isn't- [what he'd meant? but oh, it was, and he swallowed hard, unable to look away from those mesmerizing blue eyes, the perfect color. and he cursed again.]
Hawke will gladly take that too. herp derp, take.
Blue.
Inhaling sharply, his mind was suddenly crowded, silent yet loud, empty yet full, suffocated with emotions he, for a moment, almost believed were his own. Mixing and intertwining with the frayed ends of his thoughts, there was a word below it all, he could sense it hidden there, but blotted out from the excess of feeling, the syllable was muted, fuzzy, the emphasis starting and ending with that first letter. Narrowing his eyes, and knitting his brows, he tried to work through the rush, wanting to understand it; it was reluctant and determined, awkward, heavy and all encompassing, the different shades all tangled up in one large mass of wanting. It made him light-headed and oddly addicted, starved on a feeling he’d locked away for years.
And then it was gone. The line severed and he could suddenly breathe, everything locking back into place and leaving him… not empty, but largely aware of how long he’d been waiting for even a hint of that mutual craving. And now that he had it? Blinking lazily, he eyed that poor attempt of a frown and while instinct told him to back off, to leave Fenris alone as he’d always done when he’d pushed too hard, his mind was still buzzing, far too caught up in what this could become, to shy away from what it already was. So he set the white bead back down, and dug through his mind, knowing it came down to two possibilities; finding a black and a blue, he ran the tip of his finger over the tops and then guessed, pressing the shape into the elf’s palm as he found his gaze again. ] Blue? [ And his face softened with the thought, his smile warm, albeit a tad drowsy. ] Why blue?
maybe something moaned in arcanum
at least partially. because hawke was still close, still as handsome as ever and his own heart still raged in his chest, but he managed to blink his daze away, enough to formulate a relatively coherent response. it was nowhere near what he was usually capable of, but it was an answer, husky as he struggled to keep his eyes open, lifting his eyebrows on a tentative explanation. because really, he wasn't going to say anything about the actual meaning of the blighted beads.] To... match your eyes? [how's that for an answer? he likes the color of your eyes, hawke. please be content with that.]