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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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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.]