Erato

[The surroundings are unfamiliar and Yomi is a bit underwhelmed by it, arms dangling at her sides and each step wary, slowed; perhaps a bit on the suspicious side. She feels odd, unwelcome in this place -- and queerly curious.

She passes by another room, pausing a little to listen at the faint sounds coming from the other side of the door. She can guess perfectly well what's going on, but it's with a twinge she feels down to her knees and she continues moving.

There's got to be a way out... right?]


((OOC: For a specific someone but generally open! Can go to an interesting place, can not do that. I'm open to pretty much anything!))

Ain't no one gettin' laid tonight!



Taken from here!

Sometimes everything's always about the smut... so for a change, have a meme where no fucking will occur at all! This is so not about sex! Except it totally still is.

( You've been... cockblocked. )

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[ The School Trip is a rite of passage (along with the Cultural Festival and the Sports Festival) for students in Academy City. There are sights to see, delicacies to sample, pictures to take, souvenirs to buy, and -- as people are fond of saying -- "memories to make".

The excitement and the day's activities eats away at the energy of the students, and there is nothing more they look forward to, than a good soak in the hotel's hot springs. It is fairly big, however there are no partitions for men and women, and thus students are given a schedule: boys use the baths first from 4-6pm, and girls follow at 6-8, lights out at 9:30.

Sasha, having thoroughly enjoyed herself during the day, decides to stay a few moments longer to watch the stars, leaning back against a particularly comfortable side of rock. Her exhaustion and the deceptively soothing heat of the bath however, makes her stay far longer than planned. And so she closes her eyes... ]
 

“ The Midfuck Meme ”

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[ It was inevitable that they fell on each other, shoving at clothing, and rolling in the beaten grass of their training grounds. Hei's knife was left point first some distance away, flung there after Conrad parried a blow. Conrad's gun was left abandoned on the side, his own knife embedded in a tree.

And then it was just them, silently flowing through parry after parry, kicking high, flowing into a feint as one or the other dropped down low. There was only the sound of their breath and the challenge in their gaze. Rivals, and not even in the heat of the moment would they forget it.

Hei shoved, rolling Conrad's body, slamming his shoulders into the ground as Hei straddled on top. There were no masks, besides they one they wore daily. It was just Hei, and Conrad, and the unspoken need make the other man submit. ]

[He doesn't notice, at first, the change of scenery. There's a towel wrapped around his head, after all, and his eyes are still stinging from an errant glob of conditioner. But as he adjusts, as the water droplets from his shower are pulled out of his hair and into the fluffy towel, he picks up on the changes: the bareness of the walls, the brightness of the light. It isn't his room--but someplace else. Where, though, he doesn't know.

He walks up to a dresser, pulls it open -


- and yelps when he sees the contents inside, slamming the drawer with a loud thud. Suffice to say, his usual assortment of shirts isn't in there.]



(ooc: open for both non-sexy times and....sexy times.....for the record he has underwear on (boxers) but no pants. :|b)

[So they're God-knows how far underground at this point, as if being at the bottom of the ocean wasn't claustrophobic enough. Sentinels and bots all around, she's in the middle of reloading her gun when a lovely little hunk of metal tries to tazer her calf. She evades with a hop to the side, skidding on the heel of her shoe and ending up off balance with one leg up. Stumbling occurs, and of course it happens Cross' way as she whacks that magazine into her gun as the bot pursues.

She finds balance after skimming her hand across his back, shooting Sir Taze-A-Lot in the face four times. Both arms drop to her sides as she lets out a sigh, not taking note of the fact it wasn't a barrier her hand skimmed over.] I really don't like tazers. They suck.


[Inspired/ spun off of this thread.]

( So what do you see? )

[ Lavi lets his eye adjust to the lower light, and he toys idly with the embellishments hanging from his shoulder as he paces about the room. the room's different this time; a little furnished suite with a separate bedroom. different room, different atmosphere, different... feeling. he can't put his finger on it, but his hair is standing on the back of his neck.


ooc: using the scenarios from this meme. a little rusty at RP and would love a chance to play out any of the options, with anybody. I can adjust to whatever option's presented. :) ]

[Diva won't be happy about this. Conrad doesn't care. He remembers what it's like now, being what he was. He can't afford to lose that -- he won't.]

[That's why he's here, knocking patiently on the door despite the sense of urgency that's been building for days. Crossing this threshold may not be his salvation, but it's more than he's had in months.]

( Joie de la vie )

THE CUPCAKE MEME

( You remember this one, right? )

THE BAD LIFE DECISIONS MEME
Taken with love from bakerstreet @ DW
( ONWARD... )

[Outside is not a good place to be. It's cold and very windy, but the sounds of this unpleasant weather are dampened as Hiling stokes the fire in the fireplace. She wants everything to be nice for anyone who might step in out of the cold. The fire isn't the only thing warm and welcoming in here. She finds herself in a particularly accommodating mood, willing to do anything to please in the hopes that she will be rewarded. Once she gets her hands on such a traveler, she will not let them leave until they are thoroughly satisfied.]

[ooc: open to all. specify preference for female or neutral if relevant]

[The cold was something he loathed, and he can hear the rain thundering down even now. He's reminded of that day in so many ways, and against his better judgement, he's seated himself on the corner of the bed. This way, he can watch it all pour down with red, red eyes, and not even the warmth of the crackling fire can touch him.]

[It's times like these, for some reason, that he simply wants to sit back and watch the whole world burn.]

[Ryoji is not sure how he feels about waking up and finding his scarf has lashed his wrists to a bedpost.

At least his pants are still on.]

[Anri sits in an otherwise vacated room, knees drawn up in front of the fire. She doesn't entirely know where she is, every surface and corridor unfamiliar even as her mind calms, voices softening.

She's paying some attention to everything outside her door, but not... much.]



((OOC: Test driving a slight canon update! Sure, let's go with that. Open to anything, but no promises of character cooperation.))

[The bedroom is luscious, opulent, just as Vincent likes it. He doesn't mind seductions done elsewhere (he is a man of many talents, after all) but it's in this type of environment that he thrives. Of course, today he doesn't need to act the part charming nobleman. No, today the guest he's expecting is a most important one indeed, deserving of nothing but the very best. And Vincent will give him all that he has, even if it's the last thing he does.]

[If you enter the library today, you'll find it already occupied by one (1) Kyouya Ootori, dressed in nothing but a robe and pants. He's just stepped out of the shower, you see, as evidenced by the lack of damp hair hanging over one eye, but even in an unfamiliar mansion, there is always work to be done. Which is why he's seated at one of the desks, a pen held carefully in one hand and a book in the other. But everyone knows that all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Come disturb him? His allotted break time is coming up soon anyway...]