Test Drive Meme: The Overflow

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PLEASE CONTINUE YOUR THREADS OVER AT THE LATEST OVERFLOW POST, THANK YOU.

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]

Getting close to others.

[cawfullyironic]

-=far be it from him to not reward that reaction with a show. he can't spread legs but he has wings. he bites his lip as he moves his finger in and out, face and chest are flushed and his cock his still hard against his belly, and davesprite gives dave a look that reads then get over here or you're going to miss out.

he slowly draws his finger out, then a wing reaches to snag the other boy around the shoulders to pull him down. he wasn't the only horny teenager in the room getting impatient.

davesprite goes in for another kiss, sucking on dave's lower lip before finally deepening it into something proper. fuck yeah he wins=-

[horologiumcomplex]

Whiskey?

[You are horrible.]

I've never had whiskey before.

[Of course he hasn't. He hasn't had anything before.]

dis wuz wat i wuz writing OK

[noticing]

[ Arriving in a new location without the slightest inclinations as to how one got there posed little more than an inconvenience to him, being that he was officially 'dead' to most of the world. If anything, it would serve the purpose of a much needed distraction from his career in London, and offer him the opportunity to contemplate rebuilding his ruined reputation.

Although the slaphappy stupour was mildly unpleasant, the current environment provided much excitement for the detective's insatiable curiousity. Row after row of brightly coloured booths and throngs of people clad in far too little clothing to be publicly acceptable passed him by, some leering at the bright-eyed man as he ambled by. Thoughts concentrated. Hazy uncertainty dissipated.

There were beads in his hand.

Beads along with a list of what the beads represented, single words which were not foreign to Sherlock but foreign in the context of the situation. Some of them were easily recognisable as sexual words, but others, like 'age-play' and 'watersports' were foreign to him, and as his eyes glanced over the list, his lips moved to form the words, desperately searching for their meaning. For all of his expertise regarding the world of logical analysis, Sherlock found himself at a loss.

He kept moving. Moving because he didn't recognise anyone, (which was a good thing.) and he didn't recognise the location said carnaval du plaisir was in either. It wasn't England; he would know if it was England, would be able to identify the county by the formation of clouds, the general temperature and wind speeds, the demographics of any location within the county at any time. Africa was ruled out almost immediately as even in the most temperate zones of the country, the humidity would have been completely different, as would South America. He highly doubted that such a collection of people would have congregated in the Antarctic, not to mention the supplies necessary to maintain a demonstration like this would bankrupt most first-world nations. Asia was a slightly more likely possibility, but once more, the incredibly varied demographics led him to believe that was another unlikely possibility. America, regardless of the state or city within it, would never allow for such a lewd display of provocative acts to be performed so publicly, and Canada's foliage was very different to what was visible here. Which left him with Mexico, the Caribbean, Continental Europe, and Australia, the first two being far too sweltering even in the winter months to be the location of this area. Continental Europe was more likely with its generously liberal moralities, but even the most exhibitionist of countries within the EU wouldn't allow for a fair which condoned public fornication between man and animal, as it seemed, nor would Australia allow for carnal relations between adults and children.

Sherlock winced and averted his eyes from the display. Which was the opportune moment for his eyes to catch the glimmer of a man he'd thought dead he saw you die blood leaking out of your skull tracing patterns into the cracks on the roof and for his eyes to slam shut.

Not possible.

Eyes slid open.

Of course he found a way out. Of course it was all planned, the entire forcing of Sherlock's hand (or more accurately, his feet) to kill himself, the entire operation was a fix. For all of his painstaking precision with the planning, Sherlock had been bested again by his adversary. It occurred to the detective after a few moments of enraged contemplation that his teeth were bit hard into his lower lip, and the abrasive taste of iron was gracing his tongue.

He exhaled a sigh. And walked, allow his feet to betray him once more as he approached the man with obsidian eyes and all the grace of the devil, until he was just a few feet behind him. Fingered the beads presented to him before and watched them roll between his fingers, little glimmers of colour fading between his digits. ]

The perfect place for a man of your tastes. Or lack thereof.

[ Why aren't you dead? Why are you here, why isn't the back of your skull a big, gaping hole? I saw you die. All words are bit back with an impassive glance, eyes fixed on Moriarty as Sherlock strolled around in front of his mirror, his id.

The hand holding the beads extended, dropping beads of all colours, as well as the list, into Moriarty's palm. ]

You'll have more of a use for these than I will.

[ And just like that, he turns, and tries to walk away. Only, he can't. His feet are literally stuck to the ground beneath his feet, because all he wants to do is turn around and strike that man down, press fingers to his throat and watch the life escape him again, for good.

But that's not logical. That's not rational. It's not how he functions. So he breathes, closes his eyes, and lifts his chin, turning back around to face Jim, willing away his chronic indecision, and opens his eyes again.

Your move, Jim. says the inklings of a smirk beginning to form upon his lips. ]

[kingside]

[... Well.]

Is it even necessary for me to answer that?

[cacus]

[His scoff is easily translatable as: no, no plan. Don't be insane. Planning is for jerks. He still follows after the other guy, glaring a little at anyone who turns to notice (or who just happens to be looking in his general direction)]

Like anyone's got a plan. 'Least I'll try.

[bursting]

[ Yep, definitely feisty. He'd grin if it were his sort of thing. Instead, he'll just quietly laugh. ]

You're right, Chi-Chi. You're obviously a true fighter. I'm sorry I implied otherwise.

[horologiumcomplex]

[Yeah no shit he's going to miss out. That was prime tail- no pun intended. Dave makes a breathless noise when Davesprite uses a wing to bring him close and okay, okay, this is literally the hottest thing ever. Fuck.

Hell yes he's kissing him back. And he wins for now. Don't get too cocky too quick. Dave kisses hard, hungry, sliding his tongue around with Davesprite's but his hands aren't anywhere on the sprite. Instead, there's an audible click and Dave's coating his fingers in lubricant.

Then he's sliding two of his fingers against that curious hole, rubbing, rubbing, and finally he eases them in, stretching Davesprite out around his fingers. There's a good boy.]

[bursting]

Isn't not answering an answer in itself?

[ Deep, man. ]

[thatsnotmygun]

"Yeah, well, I don't really see an easy -or hard- way out of this. We can't just tell them to screw off since they'll just adjust the chips or whatever, and I don't know about you, but I like having some free will."

[pulledfromthepit]

Kansas originally. I don't really have a home these days.

[Man, that sounds more depressing than he meant it. Ah well.]

We travel around a lot, I mean.

[kingside]

Hence why I asked, but if you like, we can descend into even more pointless question/answer sessions. I'd rather not, though.

[walking_malice]

[His face turned perplexed as he nodded in agreement.] Yeah, same here. He just said to go out and have fun or something. But, uh... [He made a weak gesture at a couple making out just a few feet away from them.] They look kinda busy. I don't think they're gonna tell us anything helpful.

[So he started walking away and waved the other woman over to follow him. If they were both lost, they could stick together and help each other find a way home. Speaking of which, where was home for her?]

Oh, I'm Johnny. Johnny Garland. [He introduced himself with a friendly smile while trying not to get distracted by the activities going on around them. Was this a festival for exhibitionists? Living in the 1920s era, he wasn't used to seeing people being so openly affectionate. Imagine if Lenny was here - he would have called them outright scandalous.] I run a detective agency in New York.

(OOC: Thanks! Uh oh. Teenagers with hormones + porn = not good. Or maybe very good, in this case. XD)

[pulledfromthepit]

We'll have to fix this.

[Dean waves the bartender over and orders a couple of whiskeys. He just hopes he doesn't get puked up on for his efforts.]

Best to sip it. You only gulp this stuff if you want to end up on the floor.

[princessbride]

Apology accepted.

[Though grinning broadly is her thing, she's not quite up to it, yet. Maybe when all the anger is sapped out of her and the microchip has won her over. For now, though, he'll get a warm nod his way.]

You know, you're not so bad, either. When you get better at reading your opponent and seeing through [snrk] feminine charm, you'll be a skilled fighter.

[bursting]

Your heart is closed, Lelouch.

[ Shutting his eyes a little. ]

I'm sorry.

[ Not apologizing for himself this time, though. He's apologizing for your sake. ]

[dragon_blossom]

"Still, it sounds like you'd have a lot of ground covered like that." Actually, it's a pretty good gig, having multiple teams spread out to deal with different problems in different places.

[horologiumcomplex]

[Dave was this close to saying nah, it's okay. But this guy's offering to get him a drink. He can't complain.

Dean won't get puked up on but no promises can be made for anything else.]

All right.

[Sip it he does. And boy, does he try hard not to bluh all over the place. How in the fuck do adults drink this! It tastes like rank piss and burns his throat. But he chokes it down and continues to sip at it. Real men like alcohol. He best toughen up.]

It's not horrible.

[...Sept it is. But. He'll keep sipping at it. And okay, fair, the more he drinks, the easier it gets.]

[kingside]

[... And what, is that supposed to make him feel better? He doesn't respond, though, doesn't even bother to move save to close his eyes, let his breath steady and slow. This conversation isn't worth his time.]

[bursting]

[ Not at all, Lelouch. Just a simple observation.

And Setsuna will go quiet at that, letting him rest if he wishes. It's not his nature to pry, and will never be. ]

[pulledfromthepit]

Ah. Winging it.

[Dean pauses at a stall and waves the kid toward the vendor.]

What's the poison, chief?

[bursting]

[ You remind him of Sumeragi. And Tieria. Or a mix of the two. Which is a good thing, by the way. It never hurts to be reminded of home. ]

Is that what it was?

[ No comment on the "skilled fighter" bit, but he'll smirk a little. ]

But I guess you're right. It's pretty hard to defend yourself against something you can't even see.

[volatility]

[Sex is disgusting. That is the first truly coherent thought that enters Mello's mind. He's sweaty and sticky, and he can feel his hair sticking to his face and his neck. He needs a shower. Badly. He eyes the adjoining bathroom — yeah, definitely doing that before he puts on his precious leather again.

The next thought ebbs over his mind in a lulling fashion, as though fighting against the current of post-sex hormones and mind-controlling chips. It's a revelation about the fact that Mello just fucked someone. At first, he doesn't even think about who or why, the thought of him giving into something like that so readily — into something that hasn't even been a factor since getting in charge of the mafia and finally focusing on Kira. Just like that — sucked into distraction and carelessness. He's furious at himself and his lack of self-discipline. There may be a chip in his brain, but Mello is stronger than this. He should be able to resist this.

And then — then Mello is forced to face the fact that he just fucked a kid. Sure, the boy was probably only a few years younger than him at the most, but there is a big difference between Mello and all the things he has seen and done, and then some kid from who knows where with his whole life ahead of him. Yeah, Mello had been trying to teach him a lesson, but sex wasn't supposed to part of it. He was supposed to scare him a little, not take his (as Mello assumes) virginity.

He can't be that much older than Mello was when he left Wammy's.

Shit.

Mello has made a lot of bad decisions over the years. Bad decisions for what he believes are the right reasons — getting to the top, getting resources when he had nothing, catching Kira. But it's easy for Mello to conceive of himself as still more or less a good person, in his own skewed moral view. That if there is a God, as Mello tries to find comfort in believing, He will forgive him his trespasses, because they have all been in the name of putting a serial killer down for good. But this —

But this.

Mello is tired. He doesn't feel like engaging in irritated banter. He needs to get to wherever it is he's supposed to be living, and cut this fucking chip out of his head.]

That's because you're too stupid to learn.

[But there is no real fire behind the comment this time. He stands, and starts collecting his clothes, his rosary beads.]

[princessbride]

[Oh no you didn't. Chi-Chi crosses her arms, flipping her hair with the skill only such sassy ladies have developed. It's an art.]

I know you've already fallen for me, but you don't have to be coy about it.

[...it's really hard to tell if she's joking about this.]

Just remember I'm a married woman.

[pulledfromthepit]

[Dean can't help but grin now. Man, he knows that face. It takes a while to get used to whiskey. It's always fun to watch a first timer.]

Yeah, you look like you're having a good time.

[He sips his own whiskey without a flinch. Of course, he's been drinking a while.]

Don't fall out of your chair, dude.