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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow
PLEASE CONTINUE YOUR THREADS OVER AT THE LATEST OVERFLOW POST, THANK YOU.
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!
 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. 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. 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 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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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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[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.]
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[If by bad idea you mean the best idea he's ever had, then yes. That's exactly what this is.]
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[Best... worst ever... it's hard to tell once the whiskey starts talking.]
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[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?
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[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.]
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[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.]
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Fortunately, if you get us lost, there's a bar and an orgy on every corner, am I right?
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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?
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[He's got to tease some. The whole webcam thing still strikes him as funny.]
A little higher than mid, dude. Twenty-nine.
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[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.
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[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?
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[His senses are pulling him into the lobby of his apartment complex. Good luck.]
Me? [.....] Nineteen.
[..............]
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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.]
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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.]
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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...
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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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[Hmm. Maybe the kid isn't about to change his mind and bolt? Jury's still out on the vomiting part, though.
He moves to sit in the indicated chair, sprawling comfortably and looking over at Dave. If he was anything approaching a responsible person, he'd be leaving right now.
Yep.
Aaaaaaaany minute now.
Ah, hell.]
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Dave even waits a second, just watching Dean, contemplative behind his shades.
Then he slides off the couch. If Dean isn't going to leave, Dave won't waste more time fucking around. He doesn't even dance around this.
He just slides right onto the chair, straddling Dean's waist and sits promptly into his lap.]
You're gonna have to forgive me. All of my sexy under garments were left back home.
[Granted, snug red boxer briefs aren't the worst, but they sure weren't lace.
He doesn't give a fuck though. He's going to wrap his arms around Dean's neck and lean in for---ah---a----kisssss! Deanyoucanstillgetawaaaay--]
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It's hard to be responsible when there's a body in your lap and a tongue down your throat. He tries, he really does, but he just can't seem to get himself moving.
Well, moving in any way that isn't sliding his arms around Dave's waist and hauling him in closer.
Eventually, though, he does break the kiss for paltry things like breathing.]
What happened to my show...?
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Eager, huh? I don't blame you. I'll hand it to you, it's definitely better in person.
[If he was sober, he probably would be a little tense with nerves. But the whiskey has made his body liquidized and when he starts to slide his hips, swaying them sensually, it's not so difficult to feel and act like he knows how to be sexy. And it doesn't really look so bad either.
He lifts his body off of Dean's, so not to give him too much at once and Dave rests his hands on his chest. There didn't need to be music. No way. He's got this. And down his hips go, this time sliding against Dean's stomach as he brings himself nice and close.]
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[If Dean thought that pausing for the show would give him a chance to think, he was mistaken. Having a body in his lap is one thing. Having a body in his lap and grinding on him is something else entirely. Something very difficult to ignore.
It really isn't all that bad to look at, either.
When Dave lifts up, Dean moves his hands to rest on the chair's arm rests. It's the kid's show. He'll just sit back and watch, for now.]
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It's not the best lap dance, by far, hell, it's coming from a drunk fifteen year old boy. But it's also far from the worst. He rotates and grinds and sways and there's an earnest attraction there as he works himself into Dean's lap and it really is quite a show.
Then he starts to strip. That's what you do during these things, right? Strip. Up goes his shirt over his head and off and he's left with a bare chest. Not too much muscle but obvious definition here and there and a few signs of malnourishment but that's kind of expected from two years on a rock with shit to eat.
Then there's the sound of a clicking belt buckle but he doesn't go past that. For now.]
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And yeah, he's had more professional lap dances in the past, but really... the best lap dance is the one you're getting right now. Any others are a close second.
Since all that skin's there and so close, Dean's hands find their way off the armrests and start to wander. Eventually, they find their way back to Dave's hips and Dean pulls him down, grinding up against him.]
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That's a pretty great way of looking at it. Best way even- ahh. Dave's shoulders pull back and while he leans backwards, that action brings his hips forward and man, he didn't expect that too much.]
I thought this was my show.
[He sounds a little breathless and that's probably a mix of the alcohol and Dean in general. He slides off of Dean then because stripping out of your jeans while sitting in someone's lap didn't sound easily pulled off.
So, he'll start shimmying out of his pants, leaving him in his briefs, which do look a bit too snug on him, both from improper size and the fact that he's practically wholly hard at this point. Kicking his jeans aside, he sits back on Dean's lap, only this time, with his back facing him. To get back to business, now.]
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[His hands slip off when Dave stands up and he stays put while he watches the kid strip off his jeans. He shouldn't be enjoying this, but it's pretty obvious he is, even if he tried to deny it. Maybe it's the chip or the booze, or both, but it's definitely getting a little tight inside his jeans.
Dean grunts softly when Dave sits back down and his hands return to the slimmer hips, pulling the kid back against him.]
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