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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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- 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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[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.

[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.

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.]

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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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

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."

[He barrels through the crowd, more for the pleasure of sending random citizens fleeing in his path than to actually get away from her. She was quick, anyway, and he turns to face her, batting aside a few stabs but taking one right in the ribs. It hurts, more than he can remember, and the sense of healing is dead. He's human.]

Someone to help you release your urges, then. I'm real good at that.

[She presses the advantage too fiercely; the next blow cracks her makeshift weapon, and she tosses the splinters aside, waiting with open arms. The gesture is half good-natured surrender, and half ready-stance, keyed up to seize his stake and wrestle for it if they continue.]

A talent for provocation? I wish you every opportunity to make good your boast.

State your name and title, the better to hold you to it.

Edited 2012-10-22 00:43 (UTC)

[He's tempted to take another swing when she tosses her weapon aside, but ultimately decides against it. Why ruin a potential new alliance with a crude act? Though she seems to welcome the aggression, he lets the wooden sword drop from his hands, opening his arms as well. She got a good hit in on him as it was.]

Among other things.

The name's Greed. Some call me the Avaricious, or the Ultimate Shield, but I've never had much use for titles. How about you, miss sword-slinger?

[An odd conglomeration; only Ultimate is eight letters, as befits a full-grown troll. Then again, she has no idea what customs hold sway here.]

I am the Marquise Spinneret Mindfang.

[As promised, she bows, removing her feathered hat with a theatrical flourish and swooping low.]

[Meanwhile Greed can't help wondering if she's entirely for real. Between the hat, the sword-fighting out of nowhere, and the mouthful of letters name, she seems just a little too larger than life. But then, he's not exactly normal, either, so who is he to judge?

Still, he's polite enough - or amused enough - to offer her a bow in return, even if he doesn't have a hat to sweep off so dramatically.]

Quite a name you've got there. What do your friends call you?

[She is both real and completely outrageous; she takes what she wants, and one of the things she wants most is a shameless life of wild and ridiculous adventures. And like all trolls who survive long enough, she picked the name herself.]

Just Mindfang, most frequently, though any one of the three words will do for casual conversation.

Mindfang. Snappy. I like it.

[And really, he does approve. She's his kind of woman. Boundless, impulsive, with a streak of violence and all wrapped up in a beautiful, if bizarre package. Definitely something he can roll with. At least he knows that as long as she's around, he isn't going to be bored.]

So what do you do when you're not dancing on tables or getting into impromptu swordfights?

What, the hat and the eyepatch didn't give it away?

[She tosses her hair, hand moving to her hip. It should look like silly posing, and it sort of does, but it looks natural, too, like she couldn't not be dramatic even if she tried.]

I'm the cobalt corsair, the blue buccaneer, the pirate queen of the Alternian oceans! Or I was, until a dragon annihilated my fleet. Such are the tides of fortune. I am adrift! And this bizarre place will serve well enough as a new adventure.

[She doesn't sound bitter about it; a little wistful, perhaps, but for the most part she accepts the upheaval of her circumstances with grace. She hardly even thinks of it as a downfall; it's just another chance to begin again, with nothing but her wits and her newly-minted arm against ever the more spectacular odds. And it makes a great story.]

[Honestly, it's hard for Greed to know how to take all of that. He's torn between stubborn disbelief, amusement that she'd lie so big, admiration, and the growing realization that she is telling exactly the truth. He should know. He's spent a lot of time around liars, and she doesn't look like a liar to him.]

Shit, really?

[Eventually he settles on a chuckle. It's not mocking, exactly, as much as it is disbelief and then the admission of belief beneath it.]

I don't know which part of that is better, "pirate queen" or "dragon". You are one hell of a woman, Mindfang.

[Hell, he's not even sure he has any stories that can top that one.]

The dragon really was magnificent. I lost my eye to the seconds I held its gaze, and I can still hardly regret the sight.

[She wants it for herself. A sky pirate, wreathed in light and flame, how fantastic would that be? Her ambitions are limitless, even though she knows she probably won't be the one to tame it.]

Damn. I've never even seen a dragon, but now you'd better believe I need to get my hands on one.

[Because they certainly have that in common. Ambition. Possessiveness. A pirate queen, obsessed with gathering adventures and experiences as much as treasure... yeah, that sounds like the kind of person Greed could get along with real well.]

You sound like you've got stories for days.

I'm a few hundred sweeps old. What a despicable waste of a life I must have lived, if I hadn't any extraordinary yarns to spin by now.

[She lost her first bottle somewhere in the dancing, but no matter. She swipes another from a passing tray and knocks back a swig.]

Dunno what a sweep is, but it sounds like we're in the old timers' club together. And looking damn good for it, if I say so myself.

[Casual theft is certainly nothing for him to be bothered by. If anything he just reaches out a hand to get some himself.]

Wanna share your ill-gotten loot?

Hardly ill-gotten. I've been a paragon of amiable restraint.

[By which she means, she hasn't taken chunks out of anyone's limbs yet. But her offense is tongue-in-cheek, and she readily shares the bottle.]

Hey, I'm not the type to judge. I just haven't seen anything worth snatching yet.

[Consider him dazzled by the scenery. A nice strong drink sounds right up his alley, though, and he's more than happy to take the bottle from her and take a deep swig.]

Not bad. Maybe I can get used to this place.

[Better than being dead.]

Wait, you're not one the natives?

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

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