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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow

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:

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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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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[Dave was this close to saying nah, it's okay. But this guy's offering to get him a drink. He can't complain.

Dean won't get puked up on but no promises can be made for anything else.]

All right.

[Sip it he does. And boy, does he try hard not to bluh all over the place. How in the fuck do adults drink this! It tastes like rank piss and burns his throat. But he chokes it down and continues to sip at it. Real men like alcohol. He best toughen up.]

It's not horrible.

[...Sept it is. But. He'll keep sipping at it. And okay, fair, the more he drinks, the easier it gets.]

[Dean can't help but grin now. Man, he knows that face. It takes a while to get used to whiskey. It's always fun to watch a first timer.]

Yeah, you look like you're having a good time.

[He sips his own whiskey without a flinch. Of course, he's been drinking a while.]

Don't fall out of your chair, dude.

[You be quiet. Let him drink in the peace of his own virginity. Meaning with alcohol. Duh.]

Fucking party up in this joint. I don't even know how I'm not shakin' in my panties with excitement.

[He was not drunk. But uh, he was certainly getting on the tipsy route. If not a little more than tipsy. A thing of beer and some hard whiskey will do that to a boy.

Now, half way through the whiskey and he will be wobbling a little.]

Y'know. [Hic.] You're pretty nice looking.

Panties, huh? Didn't picture you as a satin and lace kind of guy.

[Dean shakes his head, watching the swaying.]

You should maybe not finish that. Amusing as it is, I'll feel bad if I have to pick you up off the floor.

[The compliment makes him grin.]

Thanks. I've heard that once or twice.

I'm not big on satin but lace is a whole other story.

[Dave knows he probably shouldn't finish the whiskey but hey. It's warming up on him a little.]

Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you're a regular Miss. Alabama queen. Winning all of the motherfucking pageants. Ranking top dog. Yeah, I bet you're a natural at that. What's your talent?

I expected more of an argument over that.

[He shakes his head and works on his own whiskey for a moment. If Dave wants to drink himself unconscious, Dean supposes he can't really stop him.

He laughs.]

You don't stop talking, do you?

Sorry to disappoint. You can check 'em out if you want. Although I left the lace back in my closet, not gonna lie, there's still this corset stitch up the--

[Welp. That's one way to shut him up. Although not for long. It seems like alcohol only makes him talk more if that's possible.]

I like the sound of my own voice. And so do the hundreds of millions of fans I've got. You should feel lucky being next to me. Privileged.

[Don't take him too seriously. But yeah, he's not touching that whiskey too much more. Instead he'll just tap his finger against the glass.]

Oh, my mistake. Hundreds of millions of fans for what? No, wait. Let me guess... lacy webcam?

[Oh, he's not taking him the slightest bit seriously. It's entertaining, though. The kid's not lacking in confidence.]

Exactly! Have you seen me before? I bet you have. I put on a pretty good show.

[That's a good thing. It's best not to take Dave seriously. He might be flirting a little though. Duh. Leaning in towards Dean on his hands he is, all right.]

And if you haven't seen before, I'll give you a preview sometime.

Hate to tell you... webcams aren't my thing. I like seeing things up close and personal.

[It's probably a bad idea to even be having this conversation, but he's been drinking and fucking all day, so it's kind of hard to get out of the gear.]

Looks like I owe you one, then. For the good of humanity. I couldn't sleep at night with the guilt of knowing someone's gone without seeing me at least once.

[If by bad idea you mean the best idea he's ever had, then yes. That's exactly what this is.]

Oh yeah? I'm kind of difficult to please. What if I'm disappointed?

[Best... worst ever... it's hard to tell once the whiskey starts talking.]

Then I'll just have to make up for it.

[Dave should probbbbably back out. Can he walk the talk? Considering his experience? No. But the alcohol really helps. He thinks, at this time, he can pull this the fuck off. Strider ego. Brilliance.]

So what do you say? Show time?

I guess we'll have to see.

[Dean'll be surprised if Dave can walk, period, considering how drunk he looks. That and he's still convinced Dave's going to back out at any minute. He nods at the question, gesturing toward the door.]

After you. You know where your place is?

[Dean took some time to find his earlier. Not bad, if plain. Small.]

Hell yeah I do.

[Granted it took him a whole two hours to find it himself but that was also him dicking around half the time.

Sliding off the stool, he does wobble a bit but steadies himself by grabbing the bar.]

If ya let me hold onto your arm, I can lead the way.

[Unless you really do want him to fall over.]

[Oh, this is going to be a riot. Dean tips back the last of his whiskey and the rest of Dave's for good measure, then slides off his seat and lets Dave take his arm.]

Fortunately, if you get us lost, there's a bar and an orgy on every corner, am I right?

[That's certainly one word for it. Dave will take his arm, grinning, because man, his swag is so irresistible.]

True, man, but I can't really give you a proper show if there's like ten other dudes watching. That'd be pretty awkward.

[Maybe? He can honestly say he's never really partaken in an orgy before. Whatever. Once outside, he seems to know well enough where to drag Dean along.]

How old are you anyway? I peg you innnn- mid twenties?

Yeah? What happened to your hundreds of millions of fans?

[He's got to tease some. The whole webcam thing still strikes him as funny.]

A little higher than mid, dude. Twenty-nine.

That's through a camera. That ain't in person. Huge difference. I can't just let anyone touch the goods. Would ruin the quality.

[He can take it. And whoa there, you are old. Although not that old.]

In your prime. And take it as a compliment. You look pret-ty fine for a guy bordering on his thirties.

Oh, I see. My mistake. I didn't realize you were a man of such principle.

[That's pretty much why Dean expects this to go nowhere. He figures Dave will come to his senses soon enough.]

I tend to take everything as a compliment. It saves time.

[He glances over at Dave.]

How old are you?

Well, yeah. Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to jump to conclusions about a stranger, huh, Dean?

[His senses are pulling him into the lobby of his apartment complex. Good luck.]

Me? [.....] Nineteen.

[..............]

[Okay, now he's laughing. Nineteen. Of course he is.]

My, but you're aging well. Good genes in your family.

[He's just helping the kid home. Had too many drinks. Needs looking after. Yep.]

[Someone's a good Samaritan. Dave's already getting out his key and oh look, his door.]

Yeah, I'm a regular beauty queen. Soak my face in that white shit every night for an hour.

[Opening door and. Welp. You helped him home so...But see he's pulling you into his apartment and oh yeah. Definitely just kicked the door shut.]

Welcome to the bachelor's pad.

[Tossing keys onto entry table and kicking shoes off. He proceeds to head inside, walking a little crooked.]

[That's Dean. He's a regular Mother Teresa.

He blinks in surprise when he's yanked inside, then shakes his head and takes a moment to look around. Yeah, pretty much the same as his own, apart from the few personal items.]

Uh huh. It's practically Hef's grotto in here.

[His gaze wanders back to Dave and he watches him wobble around.]

You look like you're gonna collapse at any moment, you know...

[Dave, this is, this is the moment! Be seductive and don't fuck up. I swear to God, if you fuck up....you will bring dishonor to the family.]

What? No way! I walk like this all of the time. It's my swagger.

[He spins around and sits right onto the arm of his couch, hands tucked under his thighs. He grins at Dean then and shrugs a shoulder up.]

Sit down.

[Nodding to the arm chair nearest the couch.]

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