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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:

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.

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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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Please note that all CR in this meme can be carried over when the game starts between characters that are accepted into the game.

Threads can also count towards third and first person samples on the application, just provide links.

Take a look at our OOC Meet and Greet post! Meet. Greet. Make friends. Have fun!

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You'd look good out of it.

[Dean counters with an easy smile. It's not like it isn't completely obvious that he's been thinking it. It's not like his looks have been subtle.

The slight touch elicits a shiver and he's inclined to let it happen again, enjoying the brush of skin on skin.]

What about feathers off of a noblewoman?

[Only not bad? Pullo, you wound him! That's alright. Dean enjoyed his well enough for them both.]

[If anyone is good at standing out from a crowd, it's Greed.

It wasn't just his appearance, though that was part of it. Razor teeth and powerful muscles and a crimson tattoo on the back of your hand are all certainly enough to make someone stop and take notice of a man. But there's so much more to him than that, so much more to all of the Homunculi. A feeling of wrongness, perhaps, that they really aren't normal, splashed with the charisma of the truly mad. He walks with a swagger, with a predator's confidence, that tends to leave crowds melting away around him, whether they realize it or not.

So by the same token, he could see her. Not at first, but he noticed the ribbon of black cutting through the crowd, the inky hair trailing behind her, the splash of bloody red across her lips. Even from a distance, he knew her, because she had been around him for the better part of a century, and she had been there when he'd died. Had she died too? Was this the afterlife? Or something else entirely? There was only one way to find out.

And with the mood he was in, well, running into her seemed better than any of his brothers.

It was easy to cut across the road and make his way towards her. People didn't stay in his path for long. When he was close enough he simply reached out, grabbing her wrist in a grip that was firm without being too violent. No need to start a fight if he didn't have to - though that threshold ran pretty low.]

Well, well. Look who else is in town.

That sounds fuckin' crazy, man. [And okay.

There's so much more to focus on here.

Except this is itching at him and maybe this should be expected or not, but...]

You guys don't do... you know, any kinda probing right? On people?

[Don't smile at her like that. It feels wrong. She doesn't want to be looked at with kindness right now. Not later, either, but that's a mountain she'll have to climb.

Still, she squeezes his hand before returning the kiss. From her end, it's not a particularly sweet little peck, nor remotely passionate at the moment. It's just...hot. Her chapped lips against his. That's it.

But it holds promise, and she's already placing her hands on his shoulders. Her knees are skidding against the bottom of the tub; that's all right, though.]

Way I see it, that's one hell of a bad sales pitch... Basically tell us we can't go home and we gotta screw to fit into a city we don't want.

[He huffs, biting back the rising temper. Hated that he was stuck here most of all.]

They really think those beads are gonna smooth the way or whatever?

[In a lot of ways, Dean's secretly five, so he's not going to say no to a free toy. Especially one hand-delivered by a guy who looks like he just stepped off a cologne commercial or something. Although, it's hard to focus on the prizes when he's on the receiving end of a smile like that.

He looks over the selection and nods to a plush dragon toy curled up on one of the shelves.]

That dragon's what I'd go for if I had the choice.

A bakery, huh? Do you have a specialty or anything you really like to bake?

Not unless you're into that sort of thing.

[Was that a joke? Maybe.]

[That earns a subtle little eye roll.]

That's never happened. Besides, my chameloen comes near me all the time and he's always okay.

[Hmmm. But let's pause here.]

...what do you mean, a normal crow?

[ Setsuna smiles at everyone likes that, or at least tries if they've given him reason to do so (as in not actively threatening him or those he loves). Chi-Chi, volatile with a hair trigger temper to match, has still given him ample reason to put forth a bit of kindness. There is anger, yes, but also clear love and affection for those she adores. There is strength and discipline and a willingness to never give in, no matter how dire the circumstances. And quirky personality aside, he can absolutely admire that.

Her lips are soft against his but again with that same sort of strength, a neediness that's surging through his own body, if he's being honest. He's mostly been suppressing it, trying to ignore it, but with both of them so close and so lacking in clothes... well, he's got a major thing for Gundam and little else, true, but even he can't ignore the sexual tension here.

The kiss is hot and Setsuna responds in turn, giving her a moment's worth of preparation before propping his tongue at her lips and attempting to shift her against the tub's side, a dominant position as the male. Gentle on the surface, but he's very animalistic underneath about his sex. If Chi-Chi wants it another way, she'll have to be direct. He'll listen, likely, but she has to make her preferences known—or he'll simply take what he wants, and he very much wants her. ]

[Sam.

Sam, plz. WHY WOULD YOU ASK SUCH A DIFFICULT QUESTION?]

Everyone says my cookies are the best.

[She rests her chin on her open hand.]

I'd say I'd make them for you sometime, but I really hope we're not here that long.

[She speeds up, presses him with fiercer blows, half curious if she can make him step back for its own sake, half eager to range through the crowd, force the milling celebrants and spectators part around their combat.]

How frustrating. I know I become even more bellicose than usual when deprived of a striking rival for too long.

[ Much like the woman wandering the grounds, Sherlock too was plagued with images of people copulating, as well as animals, children, the elderly, multiple bodies locked together in an endless embrace of which it became impossible to tell where one ended and another began. There were sounds accompanying the images, a gentle pulse of heat tracing lines down the extent of his skin. Pressure built at the base of his spine, sticky sweetness lapped at the back of his mouth and Sherlock swore he could taste something between honey and cream, an aftertaste to an act he'd never participated.

And still, he wasn't interested. His determination was unrelenting; not even the most intense subliminal messaging could sway him from his mission. Answers needed to be ascertained, to a plethora of questions that had been offered no good solution, not even the inklings of a solid hypothesis on the tip of his tongue. Just a damnable bout of questions which led to more questions, and even with assumptions to answer some of those questions, more enquiries followed. So the convoluted string of sexually-charged images, sounds, thoughts just served to annoy the detective, each one stabbed and murder, sliced and put down without the slightest hint of a second thought.

All but one.

One tiny, gentle sound of a woman's voice, and whether that voice was coming from someone who was here now or from Sherlock's memories, the detective couldn't be sure. It was a sound to signify a text message for many months on Sherlock's phone, a quiet aaah with every text received. His phone hadn't been operational since he got here, and he knew that said woman, The Woman, was not here. She couldn't be here, he would have known. He would have seen here. She would have seen him.

So that one sound plagued him, filtered into his mind and wrapped around his brain, digging it's fingers in to his thoughts, making his lashes flutter just so every time it pinged in his head. It was enough to have his breath hitch, and his heart hurt. The foray into the abyss of bodies, licking, teasing, biting, sucking, fucking, that was all bearable. They blended into the background like speckles on Sherlock's marble chess board, unimportant details that were noticed (he noticed everything), but disregarded.

All the details except one. The outline of a woman from behind, long black dress accompanied by stunning black heels, her hands hidden from sight, long, dark hair spilling down her back. But it was her figure, the curve of ribs into waist and back out into hips which caught his attention. For a moment, Sherlock was sure his heart had stopped, before it was revitalised and slammed against his ribcage. Eyes winced shut and then opened again, his breath drawn back in a gulp; there wasn't enough air in the entire world to fill his lungs.

Without meaning to, without knowing why, his feet were carrying him over to her, one careless step in front of the other, actually managing to step on a couple thrusting against each other on the ground, their cries of anger completely dismissed as he drew closer, closer to this woman, the(?) Woman. ]

I didn't think-- [ And then this image he has in his head: it breaks. It's gone, and she's gone, and the woman standing there isn't Irene Adler. Her skin is too pale, her face shape is different, and there's a tattoo on her chest that Irene would never allow herself. Too distinct, would make disguises difficult, even with the appropriate amount of make up.

The only thing that matters is he's made a mistake. And that, that irritates him. He looks away, falls silent, and closes his eyes, cursing himself, his foolishness, his oversite. Again. A sigh. Opening his eyes, the detective looks back at her, then decides that if nothing else, she, like him, seems to be dispassionate about the behaviours around her, and he may be able to discern some answers from her. Or offer her some of his own. ]

The percentage of people disinterested in intercourse here is low. The collective clarity of those still vigilant will be needed to find answers.

[ It's better than Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. I'll just be pissing off now, don't mind me. ]

Edited 2012-10-21 22:40 (UTC)

[Her intense features darkened up entirely when she felt a rather masculine hand firmly attach itself to her wrist. How pathetically incompetent of her, in the process of searching for someone who might have all of the answers, she let her guard down just enough for someone to sneak up on her. My, weren't they bold? Unfortunately for them, this was surely going to be the last act they'd ever commit.

Before her body could retort to the gesture, the voice that was attached to the hand made her body stop cold in mid whirl. Tensing up entirely, her dangerous angry expression all but melted, yielding to a more genuine look of surprise. That voice, without a doubt, it could only belong to one man.

Perhaps her ears heard wrong, it very well could have been a mind trick being played upon her by the atmosphere of the city. Forcing her body to relax, Lust slowly turned her body towards her ‘companion’, wanting to see for herself if the image held true to the voice.

Sure enough, it did. There before her in all of his arrogant splendor stood Greed. Immediately, she places up a front, hoping that he didn't catch a glimpse of her previous facial expression. Her sharp eyes studied his face, almost as if she was unsure of what she was looking at. After another moment of silence, the woman finally speaks]

In a way, this doesn't surprise me...seeing you in a place like this. It's rather fitting for you, Greed.

Maybe it's not what Reika expected. It's not what Umi did either, until... just minutes ago, honestly. She wanted to resist this place and all its temptations, but it struck her - she's gone from not even realizing she was attracted to girls to realizing that Reika's attractive far too quickly.

They'll do it sooner or later anyways. "...Reika, if I'm already feeling like this, then what happens the longer we stay here? It's really strange and I'm really nervous but we can... make it alright."

[When he slips his tongue against her lips, she doesn't hesitate to part them. A little deep kissing is no problem. She's still partly in control, and that parts big enough for her to manage. As she opens her mouth to allow his exploring tongue in, her teeth scrape his lips. It's not intentional, and certainly not enough to draw blood. Yet there's directness in it, too, an underlying warning of her abilities.

When he pushes her up against the wall of the tub, though, she's not so in control. She doesn't feel endangered , so much, but she's not used to not be the aggressor. Still, there's no movement to swap places...yet. If she feels she's not dominant enough, she'll take care of that, and the only indicator she offers is that she digs her nails into his flesh ever so slightly.

Watch out.]

[Appointment. Right, so that they can clear away any incriminating evidence before visitors arrive, rehearse their cover stories, generally conceal the truth, how wonderful. They could of course be genuinely busy, but how the hell likely is that?

Lelouch is frowning before the man is finished speaking, but it's plainly in thought, not disapproval. Interesting that the "other worlds" passed through this stranger's mind without incident (had he encountered them before), but more important than that...]

It's more than mere perversion, that much is for certain, but what could the benefits be? Why enforce this way of life on newcomers, especially they've stated themselves that they don't need us to breed? If they have our genetic information already, shouldn't that be the end of it? What is the purpose in keeping us here?

[It's frustrating to have nothing but questions to share, but perhaps some common thread between what he and this person had to ask might lead them to some answers.]

[Normally Greed is far from the type to back down from a fight, but he knows that, for some reason, he doesn't have his Shield here. And if he doesn't have that, what other powers might he be lacking? Dying is no fun if you can't pop right up after and keep going. So instead of getting too rash, he kicks a table aside, sending it scattering through the crowd, and dashes off a few paces just to make her come to him.]

Well, stick with me, and maybe we can keep eachother in check.

[ Kanji turns to notice the girl agreeing with him, but he can also see the crack between her fingers and although he's just as red faced, walks in front of her and shields the lewd couple from her view. ]

Doesn't look like they care.

[ She looks pretty harmless, so he raises his voice a little so he can muffle the moans behind him. ]

Ya like games?! Lets go play a game.

[ He'd done some pretty harsh damage to his cake, and allows it to be cleared at the invite to Izanami's place. Honestly, he wouldn't have minded being taken by the hand, but the wrist is fine too.

Kanji stands and moves with him, eager to go somewhere private and take a chance being intimate with someone he barely knew. ]

[ And watch out he does, chuckling in his throat at the mild nip of her nails. He'd endured worse, far worse, even enjoys this kind of worse, so she's in safe territory as far as marking him up goes.

He'll ease back slightly in his pressuring her to unfold obediently at his touch, though, breaking off from her lips to nibble at the side of her neck, sliding a thigh between hers but going no further, purring to her instead. ]

I'll do as you like, Chi-Chi.

[ An offer of a handing over of power, if she prefers it. Setsuna is dominant by nature, but he can reign himself in, and may just like ceding power to impressive women such as Chi-Chi. ]

Just tell me.

In check?

[She laughs, full-throated and wild, jumping an overturned chair and chasing after him, her voice equal parts playfully tongue-in-cheek and hungrily sincere.]

"But I do so prefer escalation."

[Under normal circumstances, he probably would have been smart enough not to lay his hands on her so abruptly. He knew well what happened to men who tried that, as they did with relative frequency. But this was not normal circumstances. His Shield was missing, the power wouldn't come when called, and if that was the case he was willing to bet that the same had happened to her. It would only make sense. And if he was wrong, well, hopefully the Philosopher's Stone would let him pick himself back up.

His usual grin was plastered firmly on his face when she turned to face him. The fact that she hadn't immediately attacked showed that she wasn't feeling any stronger than he was himself, and he noticed that brief flicker of surprise on her face. She was a good actress, but you get to know a person when you've lived most of your impossibly long life with them.

Having made his point, he let her arm go. He was brash and demanding and careless, but he didn't want to start a fight, and if it came to it, he was pretty sure he could catch her in a foot race. Barely.]

I could say the same thing about you, Lust.

[His head tilted for a moment, not letting her leave his gaze but enough that he could take in the crowd around them. Yes, there was plenty of lust here. Men and women half naked, fully naked, some little more than painted bright colors, others not even going to that extent. The party had started out in the streets and for some of them, the festivities would remain out in the open.]

Now, the question is, where exactly are we? We both know I kicked the bucket, sis, so tell me, is this the afterlife, or did I get a second chance?

That's right. A strategy has to be chosen carefully, and if things are already to this point, it's clear that just resisting isn't a strategy that will work. This is just what they do to everyone, after all. What happens to people who refuse to do it?

"You're right," she says at last. "Under these circumstances, the only thing we can do is to avoid worsening the situation. For the time being, we'll have to..."

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