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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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- Set up an opener in your comment or leave it blank.
- Tag around and have fun!

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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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[The beads he was handed were shoved into one of his coat pockets, one or two still poking out, but he didn't seem to care that much about them. Nothing about this sat well with him and while the glow of lantern lights and people laughing softly did its best to be comforting, he wasn't buying it.

He crinkled his nose, a strange look overcoming his face. This place was overrun with the smell of sex and it bombarded it poor nose with little care. It was like walking into a barn for the first time and the stench of hay and horse manure hits you. He coughs and readjusts the sword bag slung over his shoulder. Of course if he was truly stuck here he'd have to get used to this, right?]

Tch! I would prefer a barn to this...

Wait, you're not one the natives?

[Yeah, sorry. You humans all look the same to her.]

A drastic realignment of circumstances. Such a thing has only very rarely happened to Mitth'raw'nuruodo, and never on such a scale, in such an unfathomable way. He assumes a heretofore undiscovered planet, between the ranges of Chiss space and that of the wider galactic culture, but there is no way to be sure. It will take him some time to be gather the resources to leave.

In the meantime...

He is calm, as he exits the building. His skin is blue, eyes glowing a deep red, his expression that of mild enjoyment. There are many intrigued by his skin, he sees, and his eyes catch and hold on the public displays of sex.

He supposes this is what passes for art, in a place like this. How telling.

Selects a piece of fruit from a stall and walks with a calm, even stride.

--

Some time later, a young lady steps up, presenting him with a white bead. He's learned enough about the colors, now, to have most of them understood. This one in particular is trivial. She is blushing; she reminds him of... best not to think of that.

There is no harm in acting as the natives do. He has no intention of letting any of them touch him, not until he has much better stock of the situation, but white -- an unobjectionable request, in a world such as this one.

He gives her a smooth half-smile. "Lie down," he says. "And keep your hands -- yes, here."

By the end, there are quite a few watchers, and she is making sweet, unrestrained sounds. She comes around his fingers, and he withdraws, reaching for a napkin to wipe his hand clean. Interesting; there seems to a bit of art in the act of watching, in the reciprocation of attention. Enhancement of an erotic act, and enhancement of remote enjoyment of it. It's worth a bit more observation, certainly.

He moves on.

[ He's likely to be dominant and somewhat disengaged if things go towards smut (preferring staying at a distance, using toys, that sort of thing), and is an extremely sharp observer and studier of behavior. He finds both men and women intriguing. ]

Edited 2012-10-24 02:29 (UTC)

[Hey Night, don't mind that kid that just ran by you and nearly bowled you over. Though that very obvious tail that's out might just get your attention.

Not that Rin is being very attentive himself. Seriously, you'd think a fifteen year old would be a little more wary of being in this city where things are not nearly as cheery as they seem, but he's not and it shows by the way he's darting from booth to booth.]

Oof-! [The blow doesn't knock him over, but he does take a step back and grasps at Rin's shoulders to steady himself.] Christ, kid--

[He didn't notice it earlier because of the overwhelming smell of sex in the air, but he notices it now. A demon? He blinks down at Rin and notices his tail. No, not a full demon... he can still smell human in him.]

What's got you so starry-eyed anyways, huh?

You're excused.

[It's a simple enough answer and he's asked to be excused. But curiously, Matt turns his head from Kanji to a few people and then back in not too many moments.]

Would you really wanna know the name of some guy willing to get you off in front of everyone? Or get to know me? Not judging, I'm asking.

I'm just another guy who got planted here. A good guy.

[ A good guy who was totally flustered by the lewd people around him. ]

Our realms have been apart for long ages.

[ His voice is kind, understanding. He finds it welcoming, a mortal who knows something of who he is; with whom he need not hide himself, and pretend to be something he is not. Thor is uncomfortable with pretend, with deception. ]

My father came to Midgard to protect your people against our mutual enemy, but I was a newborn in arms then. He told me the stories later. [ Of the frost giants and the long war, and the thousand years of uneasy peace between, during which visits to Midgard became a memory. ] I never set foot in your realm myself until after I had grown.

[ Ah, the dragon: always fun to vanquish one of these, as long as it is not the fire-breathing type; Thor is not fond of the inevitable burns. Still, hunting them is good sport.

The booth proprietor hands him the toy, which he in turn hands to this stranger, with a smile and bow of his head; he's taken the real thing as prize, and there's nothing quite like a dragon hide to bring home and hang upon your wall; a toy cannot really compare. Still, there's a pleasure in giving. ]

Then it is yours, and my thanks. [ For the compliment, he means. ]

[ Were he able to twist his arm away he does not express the desire to, almost impassive in his stare as Thor resorts to tugging him away from the crowd. He might have chuckled were his mood not so sour; did Thor believe him so mindless in his destruction? There was always a plan, a method to his madness, perhaps. Though it seems his listening skills were as keen as ever. ]

Did I not just ask if this was your doing? [ A quirk of a thin brow, a tug at the corners of his mouth, as if he were to continue on that path of thought-- but he does not. Instead he twists, jerks at his arm and attempts to garner some space between them; distance always made thinking easier. The familiar sentiment that often tried to settle between them only fueled his ire. But the strength is not there, the magic is not, and instead he feels once more like a petulant child. ]

Perhaps I should question what brings you to play such callow games with the mortals while they behave in such a manner. Or is proper behavior only limited to those who are not the favored son? [ He does not answer with anything but that returning bitterness. He does not know, truly, how he has come to be here but he feels no need to share that information. Instead he will jab at Thor with words like knives, digging at his position, their separation and the Midgardians he cared so dearly for. ]

Eheheh... sorry~!

[Rin gives the taller man a dopey grin while rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, not noticing right away just how similar he looks to the stranger. Seriously, if some one was looking at them side by side they would say they were related, but for whatever reason the half-demon doesn't seem to realize that just yet.

To the question, he blinks slowly, the beads on his wrist clinking quietly when his hand moves down. Like a true dumbass, he's wearing all of them - some one didn't pay attention to the orientation very well.]

This festival thing is kinda cool! I mean if we gotta be stuck in some weird city on another world, at least they're makin' us feel welcome!

[Oh Rin...]

[ Mello doesn't flinch and Setsuna honestly doesn't expect to, but he's again silently grateful that he's been granted the privilege of grazing the scar. Even without being told, he knows not many have. He knows there's a story there, it's a touchy one, and it involves feelings, not exactly Mello's strong suit. He doesn't push for details but Mello can probably see it in his eyes anyway, that spark of curiosity. He's going to ask eventually, but not now.

Yet it is intimate, which isn't something Setsuna understands, either. He understands little touches, little smiles, but nothing like this. While he's had sex before, this is all new, soft words and it's alright you're not disgusting and shuddering breaths and fingers on his skin. This is all new yet he likes it, loves it anyway. Mello has gone from complete stranger to trusted ally within the scope of just a few hours because that's just how Setsuna is. Trust is hard to earn and yet it can be earned quickly, just like that, and permanently. It may make him naive, but again, that's the difference between them. Setsuna trusts in humanity. Mello does not.

Setsuna allows Mello to snatch up his blade, and shudders at the cool sensation of metal to his skin. If Mello was worried about Setsuna reacting poorly to it, he need not be; the lusty expression blooming across his face gives him all the unspoken permission he needs. He does get the message regarding removal of his clothes though, and chuckling quietly, he stops what he's doing to properly remove his top and start on everything else. ]

You're impatient.

[ But it's light, casual, jokingly stated, a positive sign. Setsuna's grown comfortable around Mello. Not complacent, but comfortable. Almost as if they were friends.

Almost, because he knows in Mello's world, it's something of an impossibility. ]

[Oh well okay then.]

H-hey! I ain't broken!

They're doing more than just that, kid. [He reaches up to rub at his nose, that look on his face, the one that looks like he caught whiff of something heavy, is still there. He has doubts he'll ever escape it while here.

Night blinks at the beads around Rin's wrist. A smirk tugs at his lips.] Jeez, kid I know you're excited, but cool it down a few notches, yeah?

[ Setsuna's not much of a thinker so he doesn't put much weight on plans, leaves that to Sumeragi—yet another strong woman in his life, surprise surprise—and the others. He's pleased that she responds to his fingers but frustrated at the same time he hasn't quite gotten her, made her melt. But it's a good sort of frustration, one that encourages him to work harder, and thank god she finally deigns him worthy to touch, because bucking into her own hand eagerly confirms his suspicions that those fingers indeed feel as wonderful as he'd anticipated.

Setsuna tries to step it up, give her more of his mouth, his tongue, hand that's currently unoccupied traveling to a breast and squeezing hard. Setsuna is not accustomed to the gentleness and tenderness, of a woman, lives and works alongside mostly men, so it may show in a bit of rougher handling. Still, he's making a sincere effort to impress her. Almost cute, like a dog working overtime to please its master.

And reluctant as he is to admit (or maybe it's just the dirty influence of the chip), he'd gladly follow Chi-Chi along on a leash if she preferred tugging him along. She is strong and she is capable and she is an ally and a lover worth pursuing. ]

Huh?

[That sounds you just heard? Was that going riiiight over Rin's head.

Luckily he gets a tiny bit of a hint by the stranger's gaze, and his own eyes shift to the beads.

Wait, they were supposed to be for something, weren't they? Fuck, why was he tuning out so bad when that guy was talking?

Oh, right.

Because everything after "taken to a new place" was boring as fuck.

He wiggles his arm in the air, making the beads click together again.]

... what's wrong? They're a little girly, yeah, but I wasn't gonna just not take 'em.

[ It would be tasking--and unlike Loki-- not to notice a woman of such unusual coloring, but not only that draws his attention. He isn't one to deny the familiarity of attractiveness; but the large horns and coloring seems to throw him off. Not to mention the eye. It's a curious moment where he finds himself stalled to watch-- quite unlike him, really. It reminds him, however he wishes to deny it, of those beasts-- but the lack of lines and the distinct femininity make that questionable. It's only after a moments pause that he decides to sidle up to the table where she's perched for her one woman show. A curious reaction, but it seemed to be a curious land-- what was he to say the norm would be?

He has more tact than to demand an answer without an introduction; words were his forte, he would put them to use. ]

Comfortable, are you?

Who's Samantha? You got a girlfriend or something? And man, you are missing out. We gotta get you to a bar or something.

Sam felt like he was drowning in every noise he got out of Sasuke, each yell and moan. Felt like he'd go crazy if he didn't get more soon and yet he didn't know what all he wanted. Maybe he wanted everything, wanted to see just what Sasuke would be willing to give. Those hands on him had his hips swaying forward and he ground himself against Sasuke's thigh with something bordering closer to desperation.

He hand moved faster and he let out a deep groan. He bit at his throat again, wanting to leave his mark behind, see the imprint standing bright against pale skin. "How do you feel about losing the rest of your clothes?" He panted against Sasuke's skin, dark eyes darting up to lock on his face.

Do you even know why we're here? [Either this kid was ready to hit the pillow faster than he was or he was seriously clueless. Something told him it was the latter.]

Hmmm... Let's see if I can remember what each color means... [He takes Rin's wrist and starts to point to a color and lists off what each one means.]

This one is oral, this one bondage, this one watersports... That one's toys, and I think that one was... threesomes? Maybe orgy, yeah... [He lists them off with a casual air, tapping his chin with a finger.]

It's alright... I don't think any of us are, really. [He returned the smile lightly.] I'm Sam, by the way.

I saw her during my exile on Velona and followed her back through the Stargate. I don't think she feels the same way, though. Not fully.

[... Well, that just makes it sound vaguely dirty.]

Yeah, me too. [If it ever happened for them anyway...] Sometimes, we used to get time off, but... anymore, it feels like it's always something.

[Welp.

That got his attention.

Clueless he may be, he's not completely moronic. He knows what sex is, even if he's still a virgin, and it only takes hearing a few of those to clue him in.

Oh.

... OH.

That's... what that introduction thing had been about.

Rin's dopey grin was gone in a second, replaced by a pretty disgusted and put off expression as he stared at his wrist.]

... well. Fuck.

I don't know our similar our worlds are, but... yeah. [As far as he could tell anyway, there was no Thor running around his world. At least not yet. Seemed like they were meeting more crazy all the time, really... even if Sam wasn't feeling up for talking about that in detail.

He smiled again when Thor continued his story, Tipping his head slightly.] Did he? I'd like to hear the stories sometime, if you ever feel up for sharing, you know? [Knowing about the supernatural was his job, but Sam also had a genuine interest in some of this stuff. He couldn't help his curiosity.]

What was it like, coming to our realm for the first time?

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