Test Drive Meme: The Overflow

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CITY OF ARIEL: THE TEST DRIVE THE OVERFLOW Since the last post is fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post. 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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[bursting]

[ Then there'll be plenty for Dave to like about Setsuna, because marking his territory happens to be a habit of this. Thoroughly marking, the kind of bruises that left you sore for weeks, the cuts that left you wondering just how stable he really was when it came down to it, wielding that tricky blade of his, staring with empty eyes and an empty face, an empty life for an empty man who knew only how to fight and little else.

Setsuna is guessing he won't forget, either, but considering that he'd lied to him from the very beginning, and was still lying whenever Dave might breathe Setsuna, a false name, he wouldn't put it past him. It's also hard to control himself, sometimes, in moments like these, where some deep, buried part of him whispers in his ears that he should just toss any trace of civility or sanity out the window and brutally fuck him, but the chip at least hasn't seized that control from him, not yet, and so he'll be clinging to it.

And wielding it tantalizingly over Dave's head, but he was a predator who enjoyed toying with his prey in a sexual sense. Just the nature of the beast. ]

Sensitive?

[ As if he even needs to confirm it, judging from the sort of reaction. Setsuna does it again, repeats the gesture, harder, rougher, half to annoy, half to arouse him further into a stupor as taut muscles flex at Dave's back and his free fingers claw down his spine, his ass. ]

This won't last long if you don't control yourself. Is that what you want to happen?

[bursting]

[ Cards, huh? Setsuna isn't much for games of luck, chance, but he's seen a magic trick or two involving them before, and so is naturally drawn to the table, and as such to the dark-haired man. He won't be throwing his beads at him with gusto, per se, but he'll at least strike up some conversation. Might as well. ]

What's your game?

[ Poker? Bridge? Blackjack? ...Go Fish? It would certainly help to know first. ]

[kingside]

[Impossible to ignore this time, especially with the leg up between his (curious sensation, must analyze later), but Lelouch makes a mighty effort anyway, anxiety making itself known once more. Drugged to the gills and being bombarded with those images, but he's trying to resist, to stave off the desire to comply. Do they really need to take off their clothes? Because...

Lelouch slumps against Setsuna for a moment, panting quietly, inhaling his scent. Clothes off. Is it such a bad idea? He's been naked in front of other guys before, it wouldn't be anything new. The prolonged physical contact is, as is the distinctly sexual element, but is it any worse than what they've been doing, really?

He gives his head a shake, but whether it's a no or an attempt to dislodge those thoughts doesn't matter because his hands are already trailing back to unhook his heavy ornamental belt, letting it fall to one side before unbuttoning the garment beneath. It's only this once. It can't hurt. He's still in control of himself, isn't he?]

[bursting]

[ Setsuna's certainly not an individual easily ignored, if nothing else, but he can sense the tension building between the two of them—and not just their bodies, but the hesitation that's clear in his willingness to comply. Setsuna is more than a little addled, yes, but he's not going to force anything he really doesn't (kind of, sort of) want.

Setsuna gently rests his fingers atop Lelouch's, neither to stop him nor guide him further, just as a mild warning that it's alright, I won't push this if you're scared. ]

It's okay.

[ Setsuna slides his mouth underneath Lelouch's jaw, gently compared to before, submissively. He's so hard it hurts, yet ultimately he'll obey whatever Lelouch does or doesn't want to do. ]

You don't have to.

[volatility]

[The subject effectively shut down, Mello is quiet until it is their turn to order. He occupies himself with thinking of what to do next, after they eat. As a planner, Mello rarely goes without thinking through all possible subsequent steps — and even though he's prone to seemingly rash behavior, it's always carefully calculated, despite how dangerous it may be.

Then they are up, and Mello orders a chocolate tart — predictable, perhaps, but Mello is actually not incredibly interested in chocolate mixed with other ingredients. He prefers it pure, dark, and without flaky crusts and other unnecessary additions. Nevertheless, it's the best alternative, so he settles for it and accepts the plate.

He takes the liberty of asking whether or not they have any apple pastries, and sure enough, they do — Apple turnovers and apple pie! Take your pick!, the scantily clad concession worker exclaims cheerfully in reply. Mello then turns his attention to Setsuna, giving him the chance to order.]

[hasnomentor]

[That does feel good. Jaime wraps his arms around Dave's waist and pulls him closer.]

I do, actually. [And it starts with him leaning in and kissing the younger Strider.]

[kingside]

[The light touch brings him back to himself, if only a little, and Lelouch's eyes trail back to Setsuna's earnest pair, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. Had he run into anyone else...

He peels off the robe as if he hadn't heard him, letting that fall, too, but he stops before making any move to take off the white jeweled shirt beneath or the white pants still hugging his form. A thin strip of pale flesh is visible just above the hem, tantalizingly within reach, and Lelouch does take the initiative to guide Setsuna's hand closer, seeking some middle ground.]

Touch me. I won't be angry.

[princessbride]

[Chi-Chi isn't beyond attacking first, especially when she's pissed, but when she's of sound mind, she's like any experienced fighter and prefers to start up with an understanding of her opponent.

Unlike Setsuna, she does shift into a fighting stance, almost on instinct. One arm is held straight out, two fingers on that arm's hand sticking skyward. The other hand is held close to her chest, open palmed.]

The Turtle School is all about strength, endurance, and controlling your chi.

[She crooks a finger, moving it in a beckoning gesture.]

But if you want to find out more, you'll have to come and see. A lady never tells all of her secrets.

[volatility]

[Mello doesn't hold Dave's inability to last against him, in the moment as he is. He, too, is finding difficulty in keeping himself measured and controlled, due to his own infrequency with sexual acts of any kind. He'd be loathe to admit it, but it's almost a relief when Dave groans and arches in orgasm. Being the one to come first was not an option for Mello.

And so, only a few seconds after Dave releases, Mello focuses on nothing but his own release. Completely disregarding the fact that Dave might be sensitive after coming, Mello quickens his pace even more, fucking Dave's already sufficiently fucked ass with all the force he can muster until — finally, he, too, jerks with release. Clenching his jaw, Mello refuses to cry out or make any noise beyond a series of hissing, strained breaths.

He slumps over Dave when it's done, and it's only with great effort that he manages to detangle himself from Dave's body, pulling himself out — and fuck, he's sensitive after that. Mello manages to sit up on the bed, but doesn't move beyond that, catching his breath and trying to come down from making what is, in the aftermath, beginning to dawn on him as a pretty piss-poor decision.]

[volatility]

[Mello doesn't exactly get paid for what he does, either, which is why having a whole organization of criminals behind him had come in quite useful when it came to getting resources and materials.]

You'd think slaying the supernatural would be high enough up on people's priority lists that they would pay for it.

[If slaying Shinigami meant putting an end to Kira...Nah, Mello tosses that thought out. He wouldn't have paid for it, because catching Kira with his own hands was much more important.]

So are you the good samaritan type, then? A pro bono exterminator?

[He aims a little smirk in Dean's direction as he says this.]

[cawfullyironic]

-=remember when he said feathery bird asshole? that's his feathery bird asshole or whatever the fuck. he has no idea where his balls went, but apparently they have to be somewhere because he's functioning just fine.

davesprite tenses a bit when dave first touches him there. he expected there to be some exploration of that thing, he would have if it where him down there. which it is. he's just not at all sure about that thing. it's not exactly an asshole, but it's definitely not anything like some stand in vagina sorry fandom since it's still very dry. to be honest it makes him a little nervous, but he lets out a shaky breath and starts to relax again.

it's one thing to look at a situation and think 'i'd be totally cool with that' and another all together when actually experiencing it. luckily nothing horrible happens, and he ends up shuddering as dave's fingers brush over that sensitive ring of nerves, making the coil of his tail tighten further around them=-

[horologiumcomplex]

[Well it's interesting, anyway. Wet or not, it's a little hot and more convenient maybe. Dave presses his thumb against it, still not pushing in since he doesn't know what he's dealing with and he doesn't really want to hurt Davesprite.

He pops his mouth off of Davesprite's cock. He licks his tongue across his lower lip and as much as he enjoyed that part of Davesprite, curiosity demanded a new oral fixation.]

Yo, let me know if it starts feeling weird or some shit.

[He doesn't want to hurt Davesprite. Not that way in any case. So he ducks his head just under his cock and removes his finger in favor of swiftly sliding his tongue over the puckered, golden flesh. He presses his tongue down against it, licking and tasting. He is sweet. In a salty kind of way.]

[codedvixen]

"With fries and gr-- oh, wait. You're thinking of it with cheese. Fries, cheese, gravy. Pretty tasty." She picked up another fry, muching away happily.

[horologiumcomplex]

[It's a good start. A start that ensures Jaime really does have a pretty great idea up his sleeve. Dave happily kisses back and he even goes far enough to poke his tongue into Jaime's mouth. Why not get a better taste?]

[bursting]

[ Setsuna flashes him the faintest of grins, even if it's a bit lopsided thanks to that damned tea in his stomach. ]

I have a feeling that's a sight to see.

[ Not sure how he managed all those syllables without his tongue falling out of his mouth, but there you go, a bit of humor from the patron saint of stoic. He's relieved Lelouch ultimately takes him off on his offer, though, and hello, you are indeed a sight to see, and every bit deserving of that royal title.

Setsuna's palm flattens itself against the intricately woven shirt as directed, thin enough to almost, almost touch skin, but not quite. And of course he's drawn to what skin he can touch, and teasingly he jerks the pants down further, feeling the sharp jut of a hip, the delicate curve of bone that keeps him together. How easily he can break him, he thinks, as beautiful things don't last, but it would be such a shame to shatter something so gorgeous it's awe-striking. ]

You're beautiful.

[ He mutters it against Lelouch's mouth, once again nipping at it, teasing his bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue, rubbing the bulge at his knee with an insistent thigh. ]

I want you.

[ And it's true, as earnest as the rest of him. ]

I regret none of this

[bursting]

[ Planning is always preferable to not planning. It just isn't always an option, as Setsuna has unfortunately come to discover. He never planned for a lot of things to happen in his life, some good but some also very, very bad, but at least he can handle the unexpected. Most of the time.

This is not one of those times.

It starts innocuously, with Setsuna stepping innocently up enough to the stall, giving his order. However, that overly friendly concession worker insists that no, no, we've got that, too, come look!, luring him behind the counter. Something about him she must have liked, because she's pressing far closer to him than he should be, and then against him, and oh, hi, breasts in his face, what exactly is going on here, again? ]

Err... ma... madam, could you—

[ Could you stop groping him, please, he's actually trying to be polite for once and he just wants his damn turnover, but no, she's hanging off his shoulder and giggling and trying to trip him and only with a particularly forceful shove does he manage to escape her claws.

He does not escape getting his ass grabbed as he makes his speedy retreat, however, and so does not escape his dignity crumbling.

Hang on just a second, Mello, you can sit down once he finishes rebooting. It might take a moment or two, because he's used to being stabbed and fired at and even electrocuted, but not sexually assaulted. (Or rather, that happened in the first season of his show, and he's mostly blocked it out to protect his psyche. Yeah.) ]

[kingside]

[What's a sight to see, Lelouch angry or Lelouch naked? Or-- whatever, not important, thinking still impossible right now, hello hand. He pushes insistently against it, eyes falling shut again, but the tug at his pants makes his breath hitch. He hadn't said you could do that, but as long as the damned things stay on--]

You shouldn't say things like that.

[Difficult to speak when his brain is melting again, the heat rising from Setsuna's hand, his touch, his mouth too much to bear. This drug had better wear off soon.]

I don't like that word.

[To say nothing of just how uncomfortable that other statement, I want you, makes him feel. Yes, fine, he wants Setsuna quite a bit right now, too, but that's the tea and the microchip and everything else, isn't it? But again, thinking is hard and he'd much rather focus on other things, like that knee, what it's doing to him, and shut up, stay still, grinding against one another is a better investment of their time than this talking business, even if he is getting tired.]

[bursting]

[ Feisty, isn't she? But he likes that about her, likes it a lot, and the corner of his lip lifts into a smirk, just slightly, to show that he's very much interested, and maybe a little bit more than what might be considered polite. ]

We'll see about that.

[ Both the strength, and the secrets.

Before she can notice his staring and get a serious reprimand for it, though, he's charging ahead, dropping into an aggressive stance in the time it takes one to blink, appearing to aim for a solid punch to her chest but shifting to a swift kick at her legs at the last possible second instead, a feint. ]

[bursting]

I don't like it, either.

[ And he doesn't use it lightly, but when he speaks, it is honest, as genuine as anything coming from his mouth could ever be. The drug isn't wearing off, and if anything it's only getting worse, making him needier, more desperate for release, or maybe it's just Lelouch doing that, the way he pants and writhes and that smooth inflection behind his tone, even as he's struggling for breath. It's a perfect storm of arousal and he's not even close to resisting it any longer, submitting utterly to the fact that this is happening and he wants very, very much to fuck Lelouch into oblivion. The fact he hasn't yet is surprising. ]

But it's true.

[ The leg is removed, this time replaced by his actual hand, which cups him briefly yet firmly through his clothes, then dips, once again without permission, right into his underwear and threads itself around his cock, jerking hard, fast, raw. ]

Come. I know you want to.

[ He bites under his ear, sharply, to encourage him. ]

[cawfullyironic]

-=if davesprite learned anything the past two years on the golden boat to nowhere, is that the only person he can rely on is himself. jade had been good for him, special, but... now is not the time to get into that. not when there was suddenly a tongue trying to have it's wicked way with him.

well, it's definitely weird. in equal parts brand new experience and what the fuck is even getting licked. it does feel good though. real good. good weird. his feathers get all ruffled as he gasps out a moan, end he ends up finally having to lean back against a loop of his tail.

he runs a hand through dave's hair, the points of his nails dragging lightly against his scalp as the end of his hail slides up to rub against the other boy's crotch=-

[cawfullyironic]

"That's kind of what being kidnapped means. bad guys usually don't go hey, mind if I whisk you away to the city of kinks and perverts where it's all fucking, all the time?"

Davesprite shrugged again. "Assholes could have at least given me legs."

[horologiumcomplex]

[It's a relief, if anything, and that pulling anxiety in his gut is diminished after Mello fills him up. It feels a little crude but Dave would be outright lying if he said he didn't like the way it felt at least a little bit. His eyes squeeze shut when Mello pulls out of him. It hurts more than when he pushed in for the first time and he's left aching deep down.

It feels wonderful. His hips swing and he falls over onto his side, rolling partially onto his back and brings an arm to rest across his own forehead. He's trying to catch his breath because yeah that definitely was a thing that just happened.

He just fucked a total stranger. A stranger who had pulled a knife on him.

That was not really the way he thought he'd do this for the first time. Even that's a bit on the weird side. He's having some similar revelations as Mello and okay, it's cool, shit happens.]

Okay, I gotta say, if you were aiming to teach a lesson, it went right over my head.

[He had to break the silence somehow.]

That was beautiful.

[volatility]

[It's a bad idea. Mello can see it coming as Setsuna allows himself to be lured behind the counter, because despite his disinclination toward sex, Mello has seen it all, rising from the streets to a mafia boss, and he knows that in a place like this, women who lure you behind counters are likely not trying to get you to examine any products but their own.

And it pisses him off. He and Setsuna are clearly at the stall together, and the 'clerk' obviously was well aware of that fact, so who the fuck was she to lure Setsuna in and feel him up when he is standing right there? As aforementioned, sharing is not Mello's strong suit, and whether he has any right to be possessive or not is irrelevant. As Setsuna is managing to pull away, Mello himself is taking his place, but only to irritably shove his tart into the woman's chest, which isn't all that perky or nice anyway. He has kidnapped an innocent woman before — likely ruined her life forever — assault with a pastry is no big deal.

Tarts don't smear as well as he'd like, but it'll have to do.

And while he's at it, he's going to grab the whole platter of apple turnovers, because fuck you.

There will be no hanging on. Mello grabs Setsuna's wrist with his free hand and yanks him away, pulling him off to a free bench, and then giving him a shove that is meant to make him sit down.]

What is your deal?

[Irritable, frustrated — you're some sort of fighter and yet you let yourself get accosted by some stupid vendor? — Mello tosses the plate beside Setsuna and a few of the tarts tumble over to the ground.]

How can you just let that happen?

[princessbride]

[If she doesn't approve of his smirk, she doesn't show it. But it's probably very likely that she has no problem with it now, despite the fact that if he gave her the same look on the street, she might not have been so keen. Different rules apply to the battlefield, and she knows that as well as anyone.

She also knows that she may of underestimated him already, as she moves to block the obvious punch he's setting up and fails to register his leg coming in toward her. This knocks her off her balance and it could take her down for a down for a tumble. Luckily, low center of gravity inherent to the Turtle style and her own arm strength means she's able to catch herself on the ground and swing herself into a messy, pseudo-flip.

It's not the most convenient of positions, but it's more defensible than being flat on your back. And as soon as her feet hit the ground, she'll be directing a kick his way.]

[horologiumcomplex]

[Dude. That is straight up deep. Dave woulda never thought marking someone during sex could be so deep. He had so much to learn and such little time. Setsuna, do you take Dave on as your willing apprentice? You should. Because this thing that was happening? It should happen more often and Dave was going to go about making it happen more often.

He didn't have to have Setsuna drill him into the bed to know that he was going to be a good time. Setsuna handled him with a precision of someone with precise want and a basic understanding of how to work the body during sex. It was hot. Dave felt like he was a bit of a puppet and it made it really difficult to stay calm.

He didn't respond. Okay, well he did, but only after the following tug. He grunts out something of a sharp gasp and he can't help himself. Of fucking course he's sensitive.

What did Setsuna expect? It wasn't Dave's fault.]

I'm trying. Damn. [Gritted teeth.] No. But I've been kinda sporting a woody for a while now and you're kind of ridiculously hot. Put two and two together and -

[Shit he just needs to stop talking.]

I'll be fine. Just don't stop.

[It's a subtle plead. A beg. Not that Dave would ever, ever admit to that. Not with his wrists currently bound in a scarf, anyway.]