Erato

( The DEATH/ DYING Meme )

( The Sexbots are free! )

( CLOSE QUARTERS meme )

( You're going home. )

THE CUPCAKE MEME

( Bringing sexy back. One meme at a time. )

[ It's awful how overwhelming and empowering certain urges can get. For months he did a great job in exercising perfect self-control for he slept in the same bed with someone that wasn't interested in engaging in physical activities. Why is this happening at all?

It's stupid and annoying because he is involved with someone— he shouldn't have to deal with this on his own, but his object of affection is nowhere to be found.

Damn.

Victim of pent up desires, he has no option but to lock himself in the nearest available room. As he undoes some of his clothes to do something about the heat tingling and crawling across his skin, his eyes widen in horror as he notices a silhouette near a window not far from where he is. He has company. ]

((OOC: Zelgadis Greywars from Slayers, very noticably made of rocks for anyone not familiar. Intended for someone specific but what the hell, anyone can tag. He might not be so immediately open to unknown people, but never say never!))
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[This isn't the place they'd decided on, but Zelgadis knows she has to be here, somewhere. Otherwise he's ended up all dressed up and with no dancing date, and quite frankly he's not exactly comfortable without his hood and mask if he's doing anything else. But at least, if he's forced to expose his face there don't seem to be many people around.]

[In fact, not much of anything but a long corridor of absurdly opulent rooms. Whatever kind of inn this is, he's never seen its like. It all seems a little ridiculous, if you ask him.]

[Unwilling to risk calling out in this unknown place, he continues down the hall, keeping a name on his lips in case he spots any sign of movement.]

THE CANDY MEME


( Have some candy, just don't complain... )

[ Dreams fascinate Soi, both in their simplicity and polarity. Sometimes she dreams of the past, sometimes she dreams of hopes. At one moment she dreams of fire, and at another she dreams of ice. At one moment, she is dancing and making merry with wine and flowers under the stars, and at another she seeks the comfort of soft covers or the heat of a hot bath.

But almost always in these recent dreams, there is someone with her; a familiar face or a stranger. Playing along should be nice -- it is a dream after all. ]


(( OOC: Here be Soi from Fushigi Yuugi, up for some voice-testing, sexy or otherwise! Pick a scenario/an event and mention it on the subject line or somewhere on your tag~ ))

[Tyki Mikk is walking the hallways and bored, taking long strides and repeatedly tossing a pair of dice into the air before catching them with the same hand. He has his cigarette in the corner of his mouth, a thin trail of smoke lingering in his wake.

Come on out and entertain him, won't you.]

( What room will you choose? )

( The Sex and Denial Meme )

[ The wind carries clouds with it that briefly obscure the light of the moon. In that moment, one might think a yellow helmet was just floating in the air, suspended just above a ring of flowers.

A sliver of light peeks through the cover to illuminate the mysterious figure that is holding those items up: female figure clad in a tight black bodysuit poised against the railing. The nearby table, with all manner of festive treats displayed on it, remains untouched.

It seems the lady has spotted you, though it might be hard to tell with that solid black visor in place. Thin, pale hands appear from behind her back and she lifts one in a casual wave. Her left arm is flicked out, a PDA smoothly caught in her fingers. Was that up her sleeve...?

No, she isn't being rude by texting someone else as you approach. She holds that device up, the backlit screen shining in the darkness to show you a greeting: ]

Hello.

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[ Alternate Prompt : Sexting ]
[ Celty paused from hitting "send" on her reply. Did they just seriously as "what are you wearing?" Is this what they think about when they are apart? Aren't there more important things?

But, well... Celty did leave them with a fairly provocative image the last time they had seen each other, so it might be her own doing in this case.

Celty erases her initial reply, thinking that she really should own up for this. It... could be fun! ]

I can wear whatever you'd like. [ Literally. ]


((OOC: Open to any character, no matter the medium or gender! Prompts are flexible, but sexytimes is only guaranted for the second prompt. -- A bit of warning: Celty has no head. Literally. If that makes you uncomfortable, best leave that helmet alone!))

[Tony picks up a wineglass and tastes it, smacking his lips and swirling that juice all along his tongue before he swallows.]

Not bad. It could use a little more flavor but it's really not that bad.

[And then he downs it. Because a Stark never does things half-way.]

[ Good evening, ladies and gentleman. How is it by the fire? Warm, toasty...hot?

Well, by some freak accident, there happens to be a starfish out of the water toasting gently by the fire. Look at those arms, pink and marbled and without a single ounce of fat. Look at that fine, fine face, eyes sheltered by sunglasses and nose completely missing.

Doesn't it just spark up a burning feeling of need within you?

It's alright, ladies, there's enough Patrick to go around. ]




(( I promise to delete this in a few hours, Jes ))

[ Judith wanders through the warm stone garden, feeling the night sky thick on her skin. It's nice, especially for one not given to long periods of sleep.

On a whim, she plucks up a garland and slips it over her head, where it decorates the otherwise bare curve of her neck. ]

NEW OLD EVENT

Bienvenue! Bienvenue, bon soir mesdames et monsieurs!

This event's theme is:

Summer Fire

The warm, sultry evening air rests heavy on your skin as you make your way around the rooftop garden. Light music drifts through the potted trees and shrub walls, coaxing you to the dance floor off to one side.

Or perhaps you resist the music and sate your hunger at a table laden with food and drink. While you're there, you note three special tables, each with its own item. Will you investigate? Perhaps try them?

Flower Garland - slipping the brightly colored and fragrant wreath around your neck turns heads and sparks interest where there may not have been any before. In fact, onlookers may find you nigh irresistible, so be prepared.

Plum - the first tart bite of the ripe summer fruit gives way to clean, sweet flavor; just as the dark skin hides pale or rosy flesh beneath. This is a morsel that makes you feel flirty; play hard to get and reap the rewards.

Elderflower Wine - even a sip of this sweet, heady brew will loosen your tongue and soothe away inhibitions; you have all the right words and they flow from your lips with laughter and charm, making you a little more happy, a little more free, and a little more ready to do what you daren't.

The star of the evening, however, is the roaring bonfire in the very center of the garden. It pops and crackles, shooting sparks into the air as the flames writhe hot and bright and mesmerizing. Will you watch, seated on one of the pillows scattered around? Or perhaps find a secluded corner or a hedge's shadow to celebrate in your own way?

Optionally: where oh where did your pants go?

Joie de la vie~!

Wedding Meme!

You can take these suggestions alone or in combination, use RNG to help you choose, or do whatever you want! Just have fun.

( Do you? )

( You're going home. )

[It was an invite over for coffee, at least that's how it started. A little tour of the house, some friendly chatting and the like while Cross was out. But you know how tours are, where they lead-- the bedroom! With the nice plush comforter, cozy carpet by the bedside, Rebecca's hand creeping up the side of Chun-Li's shirt. It started tentatively enough, curious and testing.

And got a little more worked up from there. Leg bumping against the side of the bed, Rebecca gives a guiding tug towards it while opening her eyes in the kiss to check her partner's reaction.]