No Tell Motel

He sprawled out in the sunlight, stretching luxuriously. He'd gotten rid of the leather bodysuit thanks to the pretty silver-hair earlier, but he was still wearing the collar and leash.

They reminded him, oddly nostalgiacally, of his human when the man tried to put a collar on him. At least he'd never been stupid enough to try and take him for a walk. His human was much smarter than that.

Cloud rather wished that his human was here. Not that there weren't plenty of trainable people here, because there were, but it was the principal of the thing.

He stretched again, and then rolled over to sun his other side as well. Of course, this wasn't bad either. Very nice sunbeams.

Auburn tresses glowed with the light filtering in through the windows, the sunlight causing the sole occupant of the room to blink several times before opening his eyes and take in his surroundings for a blurry moment. Too many years of living and waking with his lovers had made him slower to comprehend when things weren't exactly right.

Well this certainly wasn't Wutai, nor was it the place that he and Tseng had recently woken up in. Sitting up in the bed.. which was his first clue, since they now favored the fluffy futon mats of the palace and not the huge raised bed he found himself in. Cerulean blue eyes scanned the room. Well if he had somehow been abducted by ShinRa, at least this was better than being thrown in the brig, or worse... the labs. Suppressing a slight shudder at that thought he reached out for where the black leathers, and crimson jacket to find the only thing that seemed to make the trip with him from Wutai was the yakuta next to him.

Upon further inspection he found that not only was the item of clothing in his hands, of traditional Wutainese make... but it also was not even made for a man. It was short... and frilly and were those thigh high leggings?

Eying the accessories Genesis looked slightly mortified for a long moment. This wasn't funny. His Goddess always seemed to have a good chuckle when she sent him world hopping, at the moment though, he bet she was rolling around on the floor in laughter and howling her amusement in a very undignified manner, as she looked down on him going through the closets in the room in a frenzy to find something else to wear. Though it was all for naught as it seemed they all were filled with nothing but the same frilly bits he first found.

Finally as he plopped down in the middle of the floor with a resigned sigh, he picked out the one that had the most red in it and started to put it on. It was a much better idea than venturing out into the unknown naked.

Catching sight of the makeup he arched an eyebrow. Well if he was going to do this... he might as well do it right. Sitting he started to paint his face with practiced ease, though these colors were much more brazen then what he was accustomed to at court.

"I look like a streetwalker... Goddess I hope whatever Zack and Angeal wake up to find is just as bad. I'll never hear the end of this if it isn't." Looking concerned for a moment, as he looked back to the empty bed. This was the first time he'd awoken in a new place without the security of Tseng's presence.

Shrugging off the dread, he knew that either Tseng was already here and possibly looking for him. Or once it was discovered he was gone, the others would come and find him. They always did. After fixing the bow and flower attached in his hair via the headband he was now wearing he slid on the high chunky heeled boots and walked to the door.

Taking a deep breath he held his head up high, turning his nose up in the smug arrogant style that he was so accustomed to wearing in front of strangers. If he was going to be forced out into an unknown place dressed like this, you could be damned sure he was going to own it. And in all honestly... he did look good in black and red, no matter how it was draped over his body.

Grabbing the closed black lace parasol next to the door. (He just felt compelled for some reason to pick it up... and hey it could be used as a makeshift sword if need be.) He strode down the hallway, eyes wandering over everything and everyone trying to find some clue as to where he was and how to get back to where he belonged.

[[Loli Genesis... sorry guys it just had to be done. Gen revisits Gackt's Malice Mizer roots, wouldn't Mana be proud? XD]]

He wasn't sure he would sleep through a wormhole opening around him, but obviously he had, because he was not where he'd been an hour or so ago. Which was stretched out along Tenku's roof basking.

Now he was... elsewhere. The human world if he could guess, or a pocket dimension of it. He was not in his battle form, which meant he hadn't been summoned though he knew he wouldn't have slept through that, and if this was a place within the human world then it had special laws unto itself. Not entirely unusual.

A good taste of the air told him he probably did not want to stay over long. Artificially induced heat maybe enjoyable to most, but he was a snake.

Standing, he took in the room and his changed appearance with a distracted hiss. His leathers had been replaced with some woven fabric that clung, black mostly, though the shirt was of some lighter color. He had no clue which. his visor and claws remained, but his shackles and collar were gone, something that disturbed him more than being randomly redressed.

Was it supposed to mean something, the lack of visible restraints? Was this someone or something's way of sending a message? Or was it merely whim? The remnants of his imprisoning chains were absent, and yet the obvious artifices of the Emperor's power remained.

The bond to Tsuzuki remained as well. A puzzle.

With another hiss he walked out of the bedroom accommodations and proceeded to try and find an exit. Wherever he was, it would not be safe for others of he stayed overlong, and then Tsuzuki would be upset. An upset Tsuzuki was not a rational one.

((ooc: Touda is dressed up as a Star Trek Science officer. Blue Shirt.))

Draco had no clue what wrong turn he made, but the nature of twisting the planes to allow you to move between them was at best an inexact crap shoot. He was rather sure that he'd enjoy wherever he was no matter the questionable means that brought him here. A place between places was, in his humble opinion, the best place to be lost. A great place to meet new customers.

While not opposed to swaying to the whims of the worlds he landed upon, the bronze dragon was less than pleased by this nodes desire to dress him so horribly. As much as he enjoyed cutting a striking figure he rather it be because of his striking good looks not the garish, maccab outfit he wore.

"While I appreciate the humor and irony in the nature of my dress I can assure you, oh whimsical realm, that I am not so inclined to the dark and seductive arts of the night blooming flowers," he spoke to no one in particular. He didn't have the power to actually tell existence to go stuff it but he felt better having said as much.

Well he most certainly wasn't going to be meeting with his best client today, but he didn't mind the interruption. The heels of his knee high riding boots clicked against the tile of the floor, the creak of leather accompanied every movement. He didn't mind being dressed like a fox hunter, he minded that he didn't get to have the riding crop that went with it.

(at the subject header implies. This is a character that I had for a rather short run of a D&D game. His true name isn't the one he'll tell you and as with bronze dragons he can change his form at will three times a day. He might look like one person now, but he'll be another if he want to. Tte thing that will always mark him though is that due to his choosing to give up most of his magical powers in order to participate in the great game, his shape shifting's a bit off. His skin is always a metallic bronzed color and his hair is the same but streaked through with green tarnish. His eyes actually glow and while he coudl hide that, he never does. He's found that humans are rather adept at ignoring things that don't seem just right.

He's a mature adult dragon and it shows in his personality. He's also chaotic evil despite the fact that bronze dragons are all but never an evil dragon type. Its just how he ended up.)

Aeris blinked as the eternal green of the Lifestream suddenly...wasn't so green. Or the Lifestream, for that matter.

She sat up on the bed she found herself in, raising her hands and studying them with a touch of wonder. This was new. A body, and all that. More than that, one that didn't feel like it was entirely tied to wherever the Lifestream was strongest.

Swinging her legs over the edge, she paused and looked down at herself. That...was new too. Last she remembered, she didn't even own the skimpy little dress she was wearing, much less been interested in wearing it. It looked almost like a mockery of her usual outfit, a soft pink and wovered in frills, though the floofy skirt barely covered anything, and the neckline was something closer to what Scarlet might have worn.

Carefully standing up on the stilleto heels, she headed for the doorway to figure out just what it was that had happened, and whether anyone else was here.

She rolled out of bed, still comfortably contented from the nice bout she'd had recently and her explorations of the building. Now it was a matter of getting food.

Halfway into the motion of reaching for where she tossed her clothes, she realized they were gone. She also noticed that she was wearing suspiciously familiar patterning of white and black, had something covering her hair, and was barely covered due to the skimpy top and skirt, which was distinctly lacking panties.

She did have sleeves though at least.

Picking up the cross at her waist, she peered at it and laughed, seeing if she could even find her clothes in here.

It seemed that, today, she was going to be a nun. One who would outrage the other nuns if they got a good look at her at that.

She had to find the older Abel she knew was lurking around here, it would be too amusing.

Cloud had fallen asleep poolside on a very comfotrable lounge chair, basking in the sun and more than a little buzzed off of the booze and sex. A nagging sense of hunger and bladder finally woke him.

Ah well, a little au natural sunbathing was nice, but he didn't want to stay conked out forever whan there was a place as nice as this to explore. He slung his legs off to the side and paused, looking at where he'd stashed his bag.

There was a set of clothes clearly *not* his lying neatly atop his bag. He knew the weren't his because patterned silk *wasn't* an option to buy anymore. He shook it out and studied it. Blue and silver and it fell away in a sweep of soft, shimmery fabric to the floor. It was a hell of a nice dress. Two minutes perusal had him come to some odd conclusions.

One, all the rest of his clothes were missing.

Two, this wasn't a woman's dress. Sure it *looked* like one, but the stitching and design practially shouted out to the old grifter instincts in him. This was cut and sewn for a man. One that wanted to *look* feminine, but still, it was designed for a man's frame. And it fit like one of his old custom jobs that had cost him thousands back before the End Days happened. It even came with garters, stockings and a pair of shoes that *fit*.

No panties though. It seemed to be that sort of place anyways.

Inside of three steps he had his old sashay back, hips giving a little swing as he headed inside to find some food and possibly company.

Someone was having a bit of fun with Cloud's nature.

He was in rather...interesting set of red-gold pants, reminding him of various harem pants in the movies he mocked with the family. And a glimpse in the mirror said that all along his back where feathers in what looked like...henna?

There were more patterns in the henna, all along his bare arms and chest. Not feathers, but swirling designs and hints of feathers and scales.

At least whoever hadn't messed with his tattoos.

The feathers in his hair, though....

Food first. Then murdering whoever had mess with him.

Stretching and yawning, he blinked as the morning sun fell on him and he purred as he slid out of the bed. He felt air move strangely across his body and blinked as he stared down at what he was wearing.

A sheer toga trimmed in gold with sandals strapped to his feet, their gold lacings running up to his knees.

He blushed at how expose the sheer fabric left him, but he couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face. The fabric was soft and so were the sandals. This would be an interesting day if others found themselves dressed as he was.

Moving towards the door, he went to investigate the other people.

When Ifalna had gotten up after her shower and desperately needed quick nap, she blinked down at herself.

This was not what she had gone to sleep in.

Red and trimmed with white fur, it had a tiny little skirt and red stripes of fabric over her breasts. And she was wearing a red pointy hat with a white fluff ball at the tip.

What in the world was she dressed in?

She eyed the red thigh high stockings she was wearing, and sighed as she put on a pair of insanely high red heels.

Okay, someone was going to have to explain what was going on. Because her closet was full of various other outfits as well, but not a stitch of normal clothing.

Walking carefully, the cetra went hunting for someone to ask.

((open post, just start a new thread when you find Ifalna))

Starting now, all you guys are in costume. Any costume, the sexier, the better, is allowed. And don't think you can escape by digging through the closets. All those clothing are costumes as well.

Have fun, and we'll let you know when you can have your normal clothing back.

Anyone have suggestions for other events we can do?

Otogi Ryuji was fast asleep, utterly absorbed in being as lazy as possible to keep from working. It was, after all, his vacation, and the boy was stretched out on a soft, comfortable bed with an utterly traitorous pillow that seemed to whisper to him to sleep for just a few more minutes...

Unfortunately, that feeling didn't last, and the green-eyed boy slowly opened his eyes, his hair even messier than it usually appeared - only to shoot straight up in bed and wrap the sheets around his bare chest, looking about him in comical alarm. "What the...?!"

It was safe to say that his usual glib tongue was avoiding him right now - and the strange warmth settling in his very bones, making his mouth dry and his muscles ache with something he knew but didn't exactly want to name at the moment.

[ooc: New player here~ Have an Otogi who's about 17. He just saw the Pharaoh off a few days ago. :D He's also a pickybisexual who's just the wrong side of virginal.]

Dario had his iPod going full blast and he was pumping some serious iron, mostly because there wasn't anything around to pump.

Ever since he'd checked in he'd been feeling a little weird, like somebody had put something funny in his drink. His heart rate was up, he was sweating, and his skin tingled. Going to the gym wasn't a way to relieve those symptoms so much as it was a way to give them reasons. It was like an exercise high, or how he felt when he went to a really good concert, or like a fucking fantastic first date. But it wasn't going away, so he had to do some exercise so he could imagine exercise was the reason.

His muscles glistened with sweat as he added twenty pounds to the weights, then pushed them to the sky. He'd do this, hit the showers and the sauna, and see if he felt any calmer.

i just picked up this pb and think he's so sexy he needs some action. open thread.

Things had been interesting recently. Having started his indefinite visit to this place by destroying at least one of the bathrooms with a fiery blond. From there he'd crossed paths with that sexy thing in the kitchen. Really he wasn't sure where things were going but considering the drug in the air, he knew exactly who was going to be leading the trek.

For a while he'd entertained himself by stalking the halls like a great hunting cat. It had taken his mind off things for a while. Then he'd found that there was a second room off of the Lounge other than the bathroom he'd killed.

There were three Pool tables dominating the room, thankfully not the kind you have to throw quarters in for a game. Despite the fact that the place wasn't a pay to play every table had balls.

Managing to score a few beers, he'd holed himself up in the pool hall.

It had taken a bit of searching, but Ifalna had found a kitchen like area. Dressed again in jeans and a tee shirt, she wondered about the closets of the place. At least the clothing fit well, if a bit snug.

In any case, she started to poke around in the kitchen. And kept poking until she found things to make a meal.

Real food. It would be good.

She was sure that food smell might draw people. But that was to be expected.

Maybe she'd have to find some favorite foods.

(this is a continuation from a thread at Fandom Dressing, it was a good excuse to get both these characters over.)

The door to the restrooms burst open in typical clichéd fashion, as restroom doors do when kicked. As the doors swung shut Vic glanced over his shoulder down at the captive blond he had flung over it, "and you would be able to see my ass through my coat wouldn't you, Superman?"

When he looked up at his surroundings again they had changed. While still a restroom, this was definitely not the kind of restroom he figured a dark dive bar would have.

"Huh, that's different," he spoke aloud as he paused to take in the bight and highly mirrored room. After another second or two to contemplate he just shrugged and headed for the largest stall there.

Today had been an odd day. Lots of nice, nice touches. And no lab.

He'd never been in a place like this before, and it was nice. Though Zack found himself very much wanting to find someone to cuddle up to.

Purring some, he started to poke around, sticking his head through doors and looking for someone to get close to.

Cloud rolled over, and paused. He'd been on his windowseat, by his window, soaking in his sunbeam. His human was off at work doing human things, so he'd been relaxing in his usual afternoon nap, but now he wasn't at his usual place.

The feline oozed forward, sniffing at the air, because he was Outside and he didn't spend much time there. It smelled like cleaning things and water, though. Which meant that he pretty much wanted to go nowhere near it, because really. Water.

On the other hand, he could see a wide open place near the water that was full of a huge sunbeam that would take forever to go away, and places to stretch out and get the most of the sunbeam.

Well...maybe if he just didn't go too near the water, things would be okay.

He crept into the pool courtyard toward one of the lounge chairs, staying as far away from the pool as was physically possible, and insinuated himself onto a plastic chair. Oh. Warm. And sunny. Nice.

He'd worry about where he was after the sunbeam was gone.

And Jimmy needs some clothes. And Jimmy may need to see a doctor if his erection lasts any longer.

Didn't help that he showed up here buck naked in the middle of the pool area. Meeting the cat-man was a nice change too, though it did sort of stretch the limit of what "getting a little pussy" meant. And at least he was able to find a towel to wrap around himself. Now to find a room that he can stay in.

He headed up the stairs and down the hall. He could hear vague muffled noises from some of the rooms. Fun-sounding noises, at that. He'd love to be in on one of those one of these days, that's for sure. But for now, a place to call his own.

Oh. Room 69. Well, yeah, that works.

He pushed the door open and found it empty. Letting the towel fall to the floor, he lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the vaguely muffled noises of passion from eh adjoining rooms. God, he'd fallen into polyamorous hedonistic heaven.

Now if someone would only show up and bring the fun to him, so to speak...

She looked around as she circled the pool. She'd woken in a room upstairs, and had wandered down here in sheer curiosity. This whole place made her feel lazy... and it was a sensation she hadn't really had a chance to indulge in in far too long. She just hoped everything would be fine without her for a bit.