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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Marquise Spinneret Mindfang | Homestuck | OTA

[nauticalnarr8or]

[A chip in her brain. Oh, how the tables have turned. She thinks of the slaves she used to take, body and mind and will all together. She feels utterly like herself, and wonders if they did, too. Or perhaps it is simply because eagerness and indulgence is her natural state.

Even in the midst of such a bacchanal, she's getting strange looks: a tall, buxom woman with grey skin and a mechanical arm, her asymmetrical bright orange horns swooping up to their sharp points on either side of her broad-brimmed hat. The attention is a palliative; she thrives under it, swirling her dress coat behind her, flipping up her eyepatch to reveal the scorched red remains of her left eye and winking. She finds a bottle of something that smells sufficiently alcoholic and swings back almost half of it, then climbs on a table to dance.]

[wantitall]

[Now, there was something Greed had never seen before. He's far from normal himself, he's spent a lot of his time around monsters and half-breeds and all sorts of unique creatures that are far from human. Still, she stands out. Gray skin, yes, that's a start, then those horns, then that brutally scarred missing eye. To some she might seem disturbing, even frightening, but all of that difference just draws him in. Greed is as his name, hungry for everything, for new experiences, to collect new things.

So when she gets up on that table she'll soon find herself an eager audience. He pulls up a chair in front of her, grinning widely as he slumps himself into it. His feet rest on the edge of the table, one crossed over the other, and he folds his hands behind his head, not so unintentionally showing off the muscles in his arms. The look in his eyes is clear: Go on, show me what you can do.]

[nauticalnarr8or]

[She's laughing, spinning, high kicks in red leather boots whirling through the air. When he sets himself in judgement her smile grows even wider, and her teeth are inhuman, the sharp fangs of a pure carnivore. She leaps in the air, petticoats flying as she does a back flip, then lands, leg bent, on one foot a half-second before kicking down hard with the other. She's no seadweller or Darkleer, but she's disproportionately strong, and the table cracks right down the middle. The halves collapse and she rides them down in a crouch, skirts settling around her. She snaps two rough wooden stakes from the gaping sides of the table with her bare hands, and tosses one to him, holding the other in front of her like a saber.]

I do hope you would not let a lady dance alone.

[wantitall]

[A carnivore, that's something he can relate to. The show is even more dramatic than he was expecting but it make sit clear that she's a wild and singular woman. She might be more dangerous, more unnatural than even his Homunculus brethren, and he hasn't seen a woman of her commanding sexuality since Lust. But that's what makes her so intoxicating, and he already knows he has to have a taste.

He snatches the length of wood out of the air. Swords aren't his forte, he prefers to work with his hands, but two hundred years is a lot of time to learn a lot of things. He stands casually, one hand in his pocket, the other pointing the stake at her, his body angled across.]

Oh, definitely not. Not after a show like that, gorgeous.

[nauticalnarr8or]

I do appreciate a good audience. Avast!

[She strikes forward in time with the music, though with more of a mind to clash and parry than sincere bloodletting. Not yet, anyway.]

[wantitall]

And you'd better believe I liked the view, babe.

[Greed manages to be skilled enough, or she's at least going easy on him enough, that he swats the thrust aside without too much difficulty. He takes a few dancing steps across the courtyard, light on his feet for a man of his muscular frame, and lashes out with a thrust of his own.]

[nauticalnarr8or]

[She meets the strike, spins away and darts back in again. The wood is too light and unbalanced for familiarity, quite unlike the feel of her own barbed scimitar in hand, and she must take care not to strike too hard lest it break, but centuries of experience leave her dance-fencing swift and elegant nonetheless. But there are a few openings, here and there: the loss of her eye is recent, and she's not yet used to compensating for the blind side.]

I would bow, but such gestures must wait until the conclusion of our bladed ballet. You understand.

[wantitall]

[If he were a better swordsman he'd take advantage of those blindspots, make sure to punish her for her openings, but he simply isn't. He likes pummeling with his fists, raking with his claws, so he doesn't have the talent to match up with her. His strokes are more brutish, impulsive, though he too is as careful as he can be not to shatter their makeshift weapons and end the fun too soon.]

Totally. Been a while since I've had, aha, such a fight with a beautiful lady.

[nauticalnarr8or]

[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.

[bloodbrothers]

[ 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?

[nauticalnarr8or]

[She comes mostly to a stop, one hand on canted contraposto hip, while one booted foot keeps tapping to the music. She stays perched on the table - the better to gaze down on him.]

I think comfortable implies a degree of repose. But I find my surroundings amenable enough.

[bloodbrothers]

Not everyone finds comfort in the eye of the storm. [ He was far better suited to chaos than the peacefulness oft offered. It matters little, however, as he knows it's simple semantics when one gets down to it. ]

I mean simply that such a situation suited you, or you behave as if it does.

[nauticalnarr8or]

[She beams.]

It does suit! I'm not too ashamed to admit I boxed myself in a bit, at home. Metaphorically, of course. I haven't felt this free since I was fifty, with naught but a single ship and a sword to my name.

[bloodbrothers]

Fifty? [ And that catches his attention-- as she hardly looks fifty, but Loki is a prime example of such things. If she is past fifty then she is probably not mortal, which catches his attention more so than her dancing had moments before. ]

Is that so?

[nauticalnarr8or]

I can see your ears, boy, I know you heard me.

[But there's more playfulness in her voice than real disdain.]

[bloodbrothers]

Aye, I did, though I have been told asking a lady her age is frowned upon, is it not? [ And there's an amused smile threatening to tug at his lips. ] Though you hardly look near fifty, let alone well past it-- so forgive my... ah, lack of tact on the subject? [ And it's a mixture of manners and that serpentine tongue that garner such polite speech. He's curious, in a strange land and attempting to gauge his own footing amongst those he finds. ]

Are you of this place? [ For she does not look it, that much is clear. ]

[nauticalnarr8or]

Is it frowned upon here, then? I'm no ochre-blooded mayfly; I have centuries of sweeps yet before my fate falls due. But there's a ruddy tint to the humans I've seen so far; I can see how polite conversation might come to shy away from any mention of it.

[She shakes her head.]

Hardly. No doubt it will be the fashion in extravagant costume within the week, but I'm here in my own skin. Barring a few necessary substitutions, of course.

[She wriggles the fingers of her mechanical arm in a small, demonstrative wave.]

And you?

[unified]

He watches.

The tint of her skin has them treating her similarly to how they treated him, at first. But her wanton behavior, her hunger for attention: these things have made her more of a treat to them than he could be. He does not need their attention, yet, so he will not seek it out.

In the meantime, he will make sure he knows how to get it, when the time comes.

Table in the shadows, a drink that he appears to sip from every few minutes, but in reality only leaves his lips damp. Maybe she'll notice him. Maybe she won't.

[nauticalnarr8or]

It takes her longer than it should, her remaining healthy eye unused to the city's brightness, but he is in her color, or something very close to it, the rich blue that runs in her veins. She notices.

Someone tosses a flower, and she snatches it from the air, then flicks it at the table in front of him like a dart, like a dagger.

[unified]

His hand is all that moves. A flicker, and then the flower is between his fingers. Caught her attention, has he? He twists the flower around, idly, waiting. She will, sooner or later, come to him.

[nauticalnarr8or]

So she will. She dances a while longer, hauling people up onto her table to dance with, then laughing and pushing them off again on her whims. Eventually someone seduces the fiddler away and she jumps to the ground, fording the crowd to drop into a chair beside him, propping her boots on the table, hat tipped back.

"You're missing out on all the celebrations."

[unified]

"Strange," he murmurs, "I thought I had a very good view, myself." His red eyes are a dull glow, though contrastingly bright against the shadows of his chosen table. There is an aura about him, a quiet warrior's calm that comes a bit too close to menace for perfect comfort.

[nauticalnarr8or]

The calm is strange to her, almost as strange as the milling humans; most Alternians were wild in some fashion or another, even if she fell at the far end of the curve. But the sense of danger, of a fighter - it's like a little piece of home.

"If you think it's about the view, you really are missing it," she tells him with a grin.

[unified]

"We all take our own kinds of enjoyment."

His has always been from watching: not watching as an end, in and of itself, but watching as a beginning. Watching, and learning. Thrawn had never considered exile as the end of his life, his career, or his achievements; he would always make progress.

[nauticalnarr8or]

"I usually prefer to participate. But I suppose if it makes you happy, more power to you."

She swings her feet to the floor, the better to lean in and gesture at the full level of his cup.

"If you aren't going to have that, can I?"