ariel_ooc | 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.

TAG IN
- Post your character's name, canon, and preferences.
- Set up an opener in your comment or leave it blank.
- Tag around and have fun!

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[Application]
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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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Is he really doing this? He's really doing this. Not really characteristic of him to toss caution to the wind this way. (Okay, so he's done it before. So what? It's not like it was a habit.) And there's a deeply reassuring factor to how Thor touches him, curls a hand over his neck like a claim. He doesn't know if Thor's the kind of guy who would respect it if Clint said no, but today Clint doesn't really want the responsibility of saying yes or no.

He sits back on the bed, once they're inside. Tests the mattress with his palm. There's a basket on the bedside table with a big bow, including lubricant, and a dildo, and some metal things that Clint doesn't want to think about, and some restraints, and also a note Complimentary and sanitized for your safe pleasure! Way to put the pressure on, guys.

He glances up at Thor. Not really sure what to say, or what to ask for.

Ah, and here is everything they could need, all neatly wrapped. Thor does not necessarily object, but neither is he interested in complicated acts or implements: his lust here is simple, reflected back at him from Clint's eyes as the man looks up at him, seated upon the mattress. From the basket he picks out the little vial which looks to appropriately contain oil and tosses it to the mattress like a gauntlet between them, and then Thor begins, without the slightest flush of shame, to undress.

There is purpose in every motion, his hands broad and sure as they undo the familiar Midgardian garments and strip them away, baring tawny skin and a broad frame which reflects all the impeccable, implacable strength within him. When he is naked he goes to the bed and takes a handful of Barton's hair, tugging back his head to kiss him, already half-hard and swelling still more; and then his mouth brushes at his jaw and his ear, his hands grip him and push him down to the bed, and Thor kneels and weighs him, surrounding him.

He would stop, if it were asked. It's only that he is entirely certain it won't be.

Right, undressed. He'll go ahead and drop the pants and shrug off the shirt -- hell of a lot of scars, but somehow he doesn't think the warrior god of thunder is really going to judge him for a life quite thoroughly lived.

"This is usually the part where I make some dumbass sarcastic remar--hnngh," he says, the words dissolving as Thor's lips travel along his skin. Smartass remarks -- to cover the fact that he doesn't really know what he's doing. To provoke his partner into being the more active one. To keep up his very important reputation of being kind of an asshole sometimes.

Is it just his imagination, or is his skin more sensitive? Maybe it's just that it feels right, like going on his back here is obeying an order he didn't even know he had. There's the same sense of satisfaction, and the same need to prove himself, perform adequately.

By the time Thor's on top of him, Clint's arrow, so to speak, is right up and at attention.

He likes the feel of Thor's weight on him, presses up against it just so that he can feel it in full, so he can know it isn't going away. "I tend to be pretty chatty and annoying," he tells Thor, which is partially a lie, but he wants to recover some form of a comfort zone here. "Until someone shuts me up."

Thor smiles and moves his hand to cover a wrist, pinning it down to the mattress. The strong and supple flex of Barton's limb beneath his palm is an alluring thing, and he too is a warrior, in his own way: he who once hovered above him with an arrow aimed at his throat, though Thor did not even know him there. He who might have slain him then, slain the god of thunder in the brief time that he was mortal.

He has had all sorts of bed-partners: chatty ones, quiet ones, shy ones, bold ones. What particular kind Clint is does not trouble him. "How, then, does one stop your mouth?" he asks him, pressing calloused fingers at the lips in question. "With kisses? With muzzles?" He is playful, teasing; he has tried both where appropriate. He tries a kiss now, claiming again the mouth he first claimed at their table in the corner of a bar, the press of his lips heated and lingering, the dip of his tongue into his mouth a long and languid gesture. Effective, isn't it, for words? Some delight in conversation, those who have a silver wit; Thor likes to listen, but he likes even more to partake of touch, of skin, of caresses.

His broad hands explore the body beneath his, the compact muscles and the scars that ridge Barton's flesh and make him wonderfully imperfect.

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