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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[princessbride]

[Close enough. But damn it, that smile is just so cute that she can't even be annoyed.

Instead, she gives him a little look. Okay, maybe the tiniest of smiles gets thrown his way. He's kind of like a stupid, bishounen puppy.]

...you're welcome. You can repay me somehow later.

[She's not usually one who does that sort of thing, but favors may be useful is she doesn't find a way out-

But she is going to find a way out, and she's feeling it in her bones. Well, that's not exactly accurate. Now that she's not angry and not being challenged to a fight, she feels antsy. Nervous, somehow, that she needs to be doing something.]

[fantheflame]

[The slightest smirk quirked at one corner of Sasuke's mouth. As though that little force would have done him the slightest harm. The naivety was amusing.]

I'm not injured.

[Johnny had at least managed to knock Sasuke out of the immediacy of his funk, and much as Sasuke was not inclined to admit it, conversation was a welcome distraction from fuming over his comparative... impotency, here.]

You have a name?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[She knew a Brit accent when she heard one, guessing that her 'hosts' had decided to go global with their grabby hands deal. Turning around from watching what could only be described as hypnotically fascinating, she had to blink to focus on words that weren't muffled through moans and spoken around mouths full of flesh.]

Wassat? Oh, right, housing. Yeah, you'll want to go to the outskirts a bit more. All us newbies get the rooms with a view.

[She nodded off towards the edge of the city, indicating the expanse of barren wasteland.]

I'd pick the right one, if I were you. Otherwise, you'll be going in circles around the whole damn town.

[noticing]

[ Honestly, it's a bit hard to tell with Sherlock. Once again, he isn't oblivious to what sex is and how to do it, (at least not in the clinical sense), merely what advantage can be gained from having it. Especially in these circumstances. Participating in a mass orgy after having been effectively drugged, kidnapped, and forcibly relocated to an area he wasn't familiar with would be the last course of action Sherlock would be apt to take. In fact, he couldn't really wrap his head around why anyone would decide upon said course of action as rational.

The earlier part of the man's explanation serves only to annoy Sherlock, and he very nearly snaps at the man to get to the point. But then something ever so interesting is revealed in his final statement, and Sherlock nods, lips pursing.

So their kidnappers had academic interests, albeit diabolical ones. Very interesting indeed. ]

One would assume blackmail was the intention, but the group of people they've taken is so... eclectic that it doesn't makes sense. [ His upper lip curls back in a sneer, frustration apparent on his features. Curiousity as well. Teeth are bit together a few times, and Sherlock falls quiet again, thinking, either oblivious or apathetic to the awkward silence filtering in between the two of them.

Don't mind him, he gets like this.

And then, after no less than five minutes of silent contemplation: ] How long have you been here for? What do you remember?

[thatsnotmygun]

[He was a little concerned, to be honest. The guy sort of... blanked out. He'd almost snapped his fingers in front of him, but then he'd come out of it himself and decided to become an interrogator. Cute.]

All of today. Long enough to get the gist of what's going on, but sure as hell not long enough to be streaking through the promenade. I'm guessing you haven't been here much longer, huh?

[walking_malice]

[The punks didn't seem to be following them for now. The blond relaxed a little, feeling more at ease. Considering the situation, as long as he tried to ignore their surroundings, he could pretend like nothing was wrong. That didn't stop the urges from rising, though. Had he been drugged too?]

Magic? Cool! [He had Crests tucked inside his jacket, and wondered what medium Umi used for magic.]

[noticing]

[ Oh no, don't make that mistake. If Sherlock had decided to interrogate the man, it would be far less pleasant than this little exchange. That is where familial relation became strikingly obvious; Sherlock would have no qualms with throwing a man out a window (multiple times) in order to ascertain information from them, if he was unable to deduce it (unlikely).

This was friendly conversation, as far Sherlock's manners went. He hadn't resorted to manipulation because given the man's likely occupation as a soldier, he assumed the ruse would either be seen through or unappreciated. The detective reached up to press his fingertips together, resting the tips of his middle fingers against the underside of his chin. ]

A common answer. Which means that whoever has performed this mass kidnapping has a large amount of resources at their disposal. No criminal on Earth has access to that much money. A billionaire, even a collection of billionaires operating under the guise of a hedge fund, the only investment that would allow money to be traded freely enough to invest in a project like this, would be unable to perform such an action without being noticed by their respective country's government, nor would they be able to keep a location like this a secret from said government. Which means that this institution is the collaborative effort of an entire nation, if not multiple nations. The question therefore lies, which ones? Obviously the countries in question would need to be ones with a stable economy to finance this enterprise and with locations within them removed enough from civilisation to avoid detection.

[ Aaaand he's forgotten that he has company. Sherlock mumbles something about Russians and Korea under his breath, then lifts his eyes to meet the gaze of the other man. ]

No. I just arrived.

[dragon_blossom]

[ Punks better not mess with them. Even unarmed, Umi is unafraid to kick them in the balls, bite them, and then keep kicking them when they're down, and she doesn't even know he's got a knife. ]

Normally, I wouldn't tell anyone, but... look at where we are. It's about as surreal as magic.

[ He doesn't think she's crazy either, so it turns out that it wasn't a bad idea.

...man there's a lot of sex though, they still haven't gotten away from all of it. It's distracting. ]

[drjohnwatson]

John's head turned towards the direction she'd nodded in. Alright. That direction. He took a mental note, and then looked back at her, and looked her up and down. Only rarely would he pass up the chance to chat up a pretty girl- hell, he'd flirted with Mycroft's assistant way back when she helped kidnap him and he thought she worked for some evil mastermind. Of course, that still wasn't far from the truth.

So, even if he did just want to go home, he'd at least get on friendly terms with her. He didn't much like the idea of just doing as his captors instructed, but... John cursed himself and then gave the woman a very charming smile.]

Thank you. Really, thank you. I'm John Watson.

[John held out his hand towards her, offering a handshake.]

I'm not exactly sure what you mean by "the right one". Could you clarify? And I'd also love to hear your name. I'm sure it's a gorgeous one.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[That was something you could always count on a Brit for; flattery. It had a wide smile crossing her face, and she gave him a small flutter of her lashes in return. Hey, there was nothing wrong with flirting. And he actually had a nice smile, even if he was on the older side. Well not old, old. Trick was old. This guy, John, was just... older.]

Kenzi. And I mean there's four first-level housing districts boxing in the city. You pick the wrong one, and you might have to go to all four to do the whole 'does my key fit here' thing. Though, considering the place, that could be kind of an experience in itself.

[volatility]

[The shower is exactly where Mello was heading when Dave decided to slam his way into it. He briefly considers kicking his way into the bathroom and demanding that he has his turn first — but even Mello can recognize when he has done enough. Besides, he's not keen on prolonging any interaction with Dave. He would leave, but just because there were people out looking similarly disheveled — or worse — does not mean that Mello wants to go out in public as disgusting as he currently is. So he waits the five or so minutes out impatiently.

When Dave emerges, Mello immediately shoves his way past him, clothes still in hand, ready to end this situation for good. He does, however, pause long enough to bite back a comment.]

I don't want to be in your books.

[In other words, he isn't tell you his name, and he is the one who is going to do the door slamming (and locking) this time, so he can take a shower and process what just happened in peace.]

/ninja brofists

[eternalscorpion]

The tassled bell hanging from Sasori's sugegasa jingled as he walked, the long cloth strips attached to the straw hat forming a curtain that both hid his own dark expression and shielded him from the utter debauchery of his surroundings that was responsible for it. There had been a time and a place where a cloud-spangled cloak would have ensured that civilian trash and low-rank shinobi both would give him a wide berth, but that was not the case here. Hands brushed over him as he walked, bodies collided with his deliberately in silent invitation; a galling invasion of personal space for one who'd shut himself up inside an armored shell precisely to provide a bit of permanent distance between himself and others. While the temptation to shed blood had been fierce, knowledge of his own newfound weakness had restrained him. Instead, rather than a trail of corpses, more than one bruised wrist and fool tripped off their feet to dissuade them had been left in his wake.

And so it was that the kid had stood out to Sasori right away, by dress and by the anger that hardened his features, by the purposeful stride and tight-fisted hands. No one could mistake the youth for one of the throngs of idle and hedonistic natives drinking and fucking in the streets. This was surely someone like Sasori himself, an outsider, at least in spirit if nothing else. Measured steps carried him into the younger man's path to gain his attention.

"You appear as though you don't belong here," Sasori said, once close enough.

[thatsnotmygun]

[Jake listens to the rambling monologue with a raised brow, wondering if maybe this guy was off his meds. He had a kind of frenetic and contained energy about him, like his mind was trying to do things his body couldn't.]

Uh, buddy, I don't know if you've actually looked around or not, but I don't think a nation or nations could pull off the Beyond Thunderdome look without too many people getting suspicious.

That's also not taking into consideration some of the other new arrivals. I mean, I've seen shifters and vamps before, but... some of them are just completely outside of the box, you know?

[kingside]

[Despite Lelouch's initial assumptions about the man, the scattering beads and quickly corrected scarf soon set him at ease again, if only just. This isn't some depraved lunatic (he hopes) but another newcomer like himself who just happened to misstep. The situation isn't worth dissecting any further than that.

The stranger himself is a different story, but while Lelouch's gaze is probing, there's little that stands out about the man he's examining except for maybe his hair and his uncommonly sharp features. Britannian, he's almost sure of it, but what use is the label in this place? Dressed for the cold, which again means nothing, but it's reassuring to see that he hasn't submitted to the pressures around them and gone native.

Could it be that Lelouch has actually encountered someone sane?

The peculiar way the other breaks the silence soundly turns several of these notions on their head, however, and although Lelouch's surprise (and confusion) don't register on his face, his mind is already working furiously to decode the new information. No apology for nearly barreling him over, which punches quite a few holes in the notion that this man is inclined at all toward deference or motivated by loyalty (not that Lelouch had really been hoping for that), and what is this Her Majesty, is he supposed to know who that is? The previous emperor had one hundred and eight wives, counting his own mother, and barring Marianne vi Britannia, none could truly be said to have been favored by him. That and the obvious lack of recognition... well, it would have been useless in this scenario anyway. Many things were.

What annoys Lelouch most, however, is the fact that this is the second time someone has worked out his social status just by looking at him, and if he had needed any additional indication at all that these clothes would not work in this environment, this would be it. The clothes aren't the real issue, of course, but at least fixating on them gives him something to rail at, and after the day he's had, an outlet is precisely what he needs.

The fact that this person noticed that he has a gun is another point, but for the moment, Lelouch will dismiss it. They had run into one another.]

So you've decided to take me under your wing? How benevolent of you. And what do you hope to gain by doing this?

[walking_malice]

[There was more to Johnny than met the eye – normal or Sharingan. Too bad he couldn’t access his magic here. He could feel Malice inside his body, but he hadn’t tried using it yet.]

That’s good. [He looked relieved.] Sorry about that. It’s a little, uh, distracting out here with all these people. [He made a gesture at the activities behind them.]

Yeah, I’m Johnny. [He stuck out his hand to the other for shaking.] Johnny Garland. Geez, how many people are stuck here? What the heck do they want with all of us?

[drjohnwatson]

Kenzi. I was right, lovely name.

[He couldn't say whether she flirted back out of genuine interest, but either way, he certainly appreciated it. Sherlock made it so difficult to get enough interaction with the opposite gender. If nothing else, he could at least count this as a benefit from the absence of his friend.

As he finally thought about housing again, his hand instinctively went towards his pocket to finger the key safely tucked into his pocket. He nodded to himself, understanding.]

Ah. Yeah, based on what I've heard- and seen- so far, they're probably encouraging that. Getting to know a few new faces, or something. They certainly like to keep things... friendly, between residents. [He wanted to know Kenzi's opinion on the situation. It'd be nice to hear someone else's take.]

[horologiumcomplex]

[Dave stares at the door for a long, silent second. Then his lip curls up in a sneer and he snorts.]

Douchebag.

[He gives the door his middle finger, feeling self-satisfied, before leaving. It's not really like he felt that Mello wanted him to stick around to have a bonding moment. Granted, Dave didn't really want that either. He walks towards the door and just before he leaves, pulling the door open, he looks over at the bathroom door and calls out-]

Maybe next time I can take that stick out of your ass and fuck you instead. Might loosen you up.

[Good attempt, Dave, but at least it's something. He slams the door shut behind him. Not out of offense or anger but just out of rush to get the hell out of there. He's got places to be. A name to make for himself. And maybe he had some thinking to do himself.]

[gloryride]

[Maybe less normal and a little more out of place is what he's really looking for. People who are used to being here won't be of much help, and wallflower in the middle of a festival is certainly out of place. Usually people just stay inside if they don't want to join in on festivities.

Sam's quiet spot is about to get a lot less quiet.

If he's looking for someone normal, well, let's just say Tony has instigated a lot worse than public sex, and Sam has caught his attention. Just in the curious sense, innocent, information gathering curiosity. He's not really ready to touch any influenced thoughts even if they may be there, not until he has an idea of what the hell is going on. He can control himself if he needs to, contrary to popular opinion.]

Stood up?

[Or waiting for a lady to come and ask him to dance instead, or man, how should he know? Of course Tony is careful not to put himself in the same position, because he doesn't get stood up, even if he isn't being serious about this. Still, he stands in front of Sam instead of leaning against the wall, just slightly off to the side.]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Friendly? [She laughed, shaking her head]

Maybe in a succubus colony. Hey... maybe that's what this is; some kind of freaky world where people have to get down and dirty to feed some kind of giant succubus. Or a whole ton of them. Man, Bo would love this place - and vice versa. I'd probably never be able to talk to her again, since she'd be doing her magic-muff thing.

[Kenzi had a habit of babbling sometimes, particularly in strange situations. Like, you know, getting kidnapped, being told you had a chip in your brain, having someone hand you a bunch of beads and then push you out in the middle of Woodstock on E, telling you to 'have fun'.]

Not that I care what people want to do with themselves. As long as both parties are consenting adults, who gives a rat's ass, right?

[thecurseofgaia]

[Gaia watched as he got more comfortable. She was more comfortable in here. It felt casual and being that it was empty had a strange anti-social atmosphere that was something that was more her style than being outside amidst all that everyone else seemed to be doing. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at the opening of the tent like she was expecting some frisky couple to stumble in and interrupt them for no apparent reason.

Again with the smile, which actually this actually made her smile in return. Well, wasn't that... cute. Despite the smile, she shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant.] Sure. Why not? So far you seem like the only sane person here. [She was glad, as an afterthought, he hadn't been offended by her insertion that he needed someone to take care of him at all. But the label as 'friends' used, her smile faltered for a moment, looking uneasy. Her last group of friends had all been hurt due to their connection with her. Ed had been hurt numerous times in various ways. Mary had been killed. Sam had been shot and kidnapped. Jake had been shot and killed. Even Heather had been rendered temporarily blind. Where was the benefits of being her friend when she still had the Curse of Gaia hanging over her head to bestow upon anymore who was near her. She decided to ignore the word and address the rest of what he said. There was a lot of reasons for her to be ashamed of her ability to fight. She'd been taught the skills by her father as a way to defend herself in stupid, dangerous situations that her lack of fear threw her in. It wasn't something she herself had went out and tried to gain.] Well, it's not like I asked to be able to fight. My father taught me so I could defend myself since my brain wasn't going to allow me to do it for myself.

[When he took off his jacket, she averted her eyes. It wasn't that it was a big deal. In fact, if the noises from outside couldn't still be here with the strange feelings that the sights and noises had stirred within her gone away without the visual simulations in her face now, she probably wouldn't have thought much of it at all. There was a few times only she could recall these sort of things in her mind. Once was with Sam before she knew he was Sam and Heather's current boyfriend. And Ed. But she'd experienced a lot with Ed that she hadn't with anyone else. With his easy nature, boyish charm, and ability to not care about what crazy things were going on in her life at the time. Once he had removed the jacket, she turned back to him.] Yeah, it is a little hot. [She didn't have any outer layer to take off innocently like he did. She was just wearing her normal jeans and t-shirt. To take anything off to try to cool down she'd be left in her bra and panties.] Uh, sure. Yeah. I'm great over here. [She forced a strained smile, but at least the attempt was sincere.

She scoffed.] What the hell does he know? Are you... solving cases? Finding answers or whatever the fuck detectives do? If so, then I think you're doing just fine myself. I don't see a reason for you to subjugate what you want to do for whatever someone else wants you to do whether it's your father or this Lenny. If I did what other people wanted me to, I'd be dead or in jail or joining the CIA or something like my father wants. [She paused briefly, reaching up and brushing some hair behind her ear. When she dropped her head, it actually landed on Johnny's leg for a moment accidentally before she moved it away again with only a briefly hesitation.] Families are fucking complicated anyway.

[horologiumcomplex]

[Trust me, he's way sexier than any pop culture vamp gent. Easier on the eyes, better in subtext, and winged to boot. Regular fucking angel, Davesprite was. The name fit him.

The kiss sparks some carnal urge inside of him. Something that has Dave grabbing Davesprite's hips, bruising tight, his fingers grinding into his soft, golden flesh as he rubs his cock up against Davesprite's stretched hole. He's patient. Waits for that lube and when it's spread over him, he makes a sharp, alarmed noise. He lets his hips slide back so the head can get some treatment just the same.]

Sweet. Hold on tight then, babe.

[Doesn't think twice. He just shoos Davesprite's hands away and then- he presses into him, stretching Davesprite around him before he his head pops into his hole entirely. After that? He slams into the orifice, swallowing himself up whole in the tight heat, and Dave actually has to stay still for a moment, should he want to control himself from cumming right then.]

Fuuuck.

[horologiumcomplex]

[Hair? Please. It's totally pretty and all but he could give the same amount of fucks for her as he'd give for what kind of dress she's wearing.

Hint: that is a whomping total of zero fucks given.]

Rapunzel? [It clicks. No fucking way. His brows raise up and he actually-

Okay. That's cool. He doesn't mention it though.]

Name's Dave Strider. You can stop staring at me like I'm gonna attack you any second now. I'm about as harmful to you as a fucking daisy. Unless you're allergic to daisies then well...maybe you shouldn't be allergic to such random shit.

[volatility]

[Mello is ready to give directions and see what they can do with the tools available to them. He's planned it out on the way here, thinking through possibilities. It is possible that the chip is somehow embedded in his brain, but he's not exactly sold on that idea yet. It is also possible that the chip is small and under the skin — or maybe attached to the skull — and sending signals from the outside. Although...it would be more likely that it would be closer to the brain stem if that were the case, but there's really only one way to find out just how much damage he can do to the stupid thing.

He's about to start handing out the order when Setsuna compliments his gun. It is a nice gun. Mello made sure of that when acquiring it, tailoring to his needs and desires after being inducted into the mafia. As a man with very few possessions, the ones that actually mean something he chooses with care. Nevertheless, he isn't exactly accustomed to having people compliment his gun...but that's likely because most people get to stare down the barrel, rather than admiring it in a relaxed setting.

That earns Setsuna a small smile, but it doesn't linger, because then he's tossing the knife at him.]

I'm assuming you have decently steady hands because of your line of work. Use that.

[Mello makes himself comfortable on the couch, crossing his legs and facing Setsuna, gun in hand. He doesn't think Setsuna will do anything stupid. Clearly, the man has the ability to take him down at will if he so chooses without the aid of a flick blade. And since Mello highly doubts that Matt is going to be showing up any time soon in this dump, it isn't as though he has other options. Setsuna is the best bet he has for what will probably be a futile attempt, but one he wants to try regardless.

But Mello isn't about to willingly allow someone he's known for less than a day wield a blade at him without some incentive to do it right. He tucks his hair back, turns his head, and then drapes his hand over the gun, which rests in his lap.]

Cut and see if you can find anything.

[Or break anything. Mello will settle for damaging the chip.]

[threeofthree]

[ Oh-- that's pleasant. A surprise, but pleasant. He leans slightly into the touch. Theoretically, he has some vague idea of how this works, but theory doesn't even begin to cover practice.

He parts his lips, an invitation, and settles a careful hand on Izanami's shoulder, fingers gripping lightly through the fabric.

He's overthinking it, he's sure, but he can't help it. He hasn't been so unsure of himself since-- Well, since those first few months with Gingetsu. ]

[drjohnwatson]

I... uh, succubus?

[Kenzi took him by surprise with that. The mental image that came to mind was that of some sort of demonic, curvy woman with a tiny waist and big tits. "Bo" and "magic-muff" go right over his head. He at least understands the last few things she talks about.]

Right. [He paused, and then coyly added,] And some of them are putting on a decent show too, so I don't have much to complain about...

[John supposed that meant he had more of a voyeurism kink than he'd thought. Hmm.]