The "No Fandom Politics" Dressing Room RPG

Sunday, August 9th, 2009

A Present....

[First, an OOC note. Our Vamp/Wolf/LaughingOctopus/LydiaDeetz's RPer is celebrating their birthday today! On behalf of NFPDR, I'd like to congratulate said RPer and wish them the happiest of birthdays]

[I promised them this gift! A smut thread between Vamp and Remy! Yes, it was going to happen eventually anyway, but we might as well get off the, ahem, 'to do list.' Apparently, the need to resolve UST is related to one of the laws of thermodynamics.]

[IN CHARACTER SEGMENT]
[Remy has left a note on the door of his "Seduction Room"]

"Vamp,

You know you want me. Come in.

-Gambit"

[Locked to phallicknives]

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Thursday, July 30th, 2009

A smut-tacular Doctor/Jack smut-thread! (Finished) =B

the_good_doctor

((ooc: Sorry it's a bit late, I was called out.))

*Doctor Stewart and Jack, making their way from the resturaunt.
He led the youth along (by the hand, of course) towards his private quarters. A personal space, for him to rest and relax, far away from his work.
He occasionally glanced back towards his young companion, who seemed to hand in a state of emotional limbo between nervous and excited.*

"Almost there Jack."

*Reaching the door to his room, he pushed it open and stood back for Jack to enter.*

"After you, dear." *He smiled reassuringly.*

*Within, the room was large, like something out of a stately home. (Something a little bit like THIS). The walls were lined with various pictures of fruits, trees and other tacky things. A large mahogany bookcase contained an obscene amount of books, and in the centre of the back wall, a large, tall, four-poster bed lay waiting, decorated with red, silky bedsheets (and matchy curtains, for extra gaudyness.).*

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Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

THE SYSTEM SHOCK THREAD

sh0dan

Note: This is a serious thread. Keep lighthearted stuff away from this festival of horrors with a twenty foot pole.

This is also a horror thread. For purposes of setting a mood, the moderator requests that all players listen to a specific song whilst working on this thread. The song is "Deliver Us From Evil" by Allied Vision and can be found at www.myspace.com/alliedvision (please scroll down on the player to the very last song).

SHODAN also has access to the psych profile of every character. So be prepared for acute trauma. All players that have arranged a special 'scripted sequence' with the moderator are asked to be present here. Any other players may come in whenever they wish.

The corridors of the No Fandom Politics Dressing Room are not the same... the lights flicker on and off irregularly. In the light, one sees limbs scatterred across the floor. Blood smears across walls spell out "resist," "run" and "stay away." The stench of rotting flesh and wet iron fills the humid air.

A hospital. White tile and stainless steel panelling. Computers that are impossibly advanced rest on almost every wall. Screens are liberally scattered across the walls; occasionally the shortest flashes of a sinister face emmeshed in wires and data conduits appears.

We come to what appears to be a surgical room. The machine at the end houses a brown-haired, silver-eyed, slender scientist clad only in sneakers, a pair of jeans, a green T-shirt and a white lab coat. A screen on the machine reads:

NEUROGRAFT SURGERY: NEURAL CYBERSPACE INTERFACE IMPLANTATION
HEALING COMA INDUCED
COMA EXPIRES IN FIVE MINUTES

There's a locker at the other end of the room from the surgery machine. The door is spattered with blood and closed. A small white-and-red object is lying on the floor next to the locker.

COMA EXPIRES IN ONE MINUTE

The very soft sound of robotic movement comes from the door into the next room. The door is locked. A lead pipe lies next to the door. Flakes of dried blood stick to one end of it.

COMA EXPIRES IN FIVE SECONDS... REVIVAL PROCESSES INITIATED... SUBJECT CORE TEMPERATURE RISING..

SUBJECT... DR. EMMERICH, HAL

[OOC: Hal must awake from brain surgery first, then we can assemble the party. As stated before some party members will start in different locations, usually unpleasant ones, and join up with the main party over time]

location: Citadel Station

mood:

shocked

music: "Deliver Us From Evil" by Allied Vision

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Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

Jack's trying out a new look, and such! (Open to all, as Jack is feeling rather lonely)

jumpinjacklevin

[Jack sighed, a rather loud and exaggerated moan of listless dispair.
He was bored.
Back home he was Jack Levin, worldwide superstar. In this place, he stood out in a rather dull group of people who had no idea who he was.]

Wha's the poin' o' bein' famous if no-one even knows who you are? [He mumbled quietly to himself.]

[Another long, drawn out sigh escaped him, as he dragged his fingers through his hair, shaking the spikes loose to fall around his face.
Oh well, there may be upsides to this. It was possible he could actually enjoy a few things in peace. He might finally be able to enjoy a good meal without being pestered by fans.

Now, where was this resturaunt they had told him about?]

((Anyone want to help him find it? I'm sure he'll be grateful...))

mood:

bored

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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

A smut thread? Already?

jumpinjacklevin

((ooc: General smut warning, you guys know the drill by now, right?))

[Jack looked down at the note Gambit had handed him. He wasn't entirely sure if he was at the right place. There was very little variation between the doors, but there were a few of them that bore marks or signs to set them apart, and that should have been enough to direct him to the room he wanted.]

Well, I guess this the place...

[He tapped on the door softly a few times before slowly pushing it open and peering through.]

'Ey, Gambit... You in here?

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Wednesday, April 29th, 2009

Oh Wolvie... Gambit Has A Surprise For You!

aceoheartscajun

[[ooc: No prizes for guessing what that surprise it, and THIS IS A SMUT THREAD. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE SMUT. THANKYOU]]

Gambit's curiosity got the better of him and he randomly opened a door. This one happenned to lead to a new room: The Seduction Room! Black and red bedsheets, a jacuzzi, Champagne in the ice bucket, platter of fruit and molten chocolate... it looks like the perfect place for Remy to whisk his innocent victims off to!

Naturally Remy wants to get some use out of this room, and so he places a little note on the door to his best friend, Logan.

"Logan, mon ami,

Remy got a surprise for you! Just behind this door...

-Remy"

[For Logan, obviously]

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Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

I promise, I am NOT turning Snake into the new Gambit!

solidlybetrayed

[OOC: All readers note that chronologically, this happens BEFORE the Snake/Otacon thread immediately below!]
[The Snake/Falcon thread has been set up as Snake leads Captain Falcon into his cabin. Hopefully, the cold outside the cabin has made Falcon put his scarf back on... Snake wants to remove it... slowly... with his teeth...]

[As Snake slams the door shut, He grabs Falcon's helmet again, pulling him down for another kiss, again a slow one, not bruising devouring but slow, soft tongue-massage, his hands releasing the helmet and moving, left hand groping Falcon's chest, the right one his butt]

[Snake moves his head in the direction of the huge white polar bear pelt rug on the floor in front of the fireplace] "The best place I know for this Falcon... whaddaya think?"

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Sunday, April 5th, 2009

And Now For Something Completely Different... Smut!

cynical_techie

[WARNING: THIS IS A SMUT THREAD! IF YOU ARE OFFENDED, DO NOT READ!]

[Baird and Cid have decided to celebrate their accomplishments in the pile-o-junk room by getting into eachother's pants. Oh, how surprising!]

[Baird has cleared the workbench in the pile-o-junk room and now is getting his armor off as quickly as he can, stripping down just to his tatterred clothing underneath... simple t-shirt and brown pants]

[He kisses Cid again, looking into the pilot's eyes affectionately, with a smirk of narcissism] "Other me...."

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Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

Drunk drunk drunk

thinktank

[walks out of the bar after seeing Baird and Cid head for the trenches]

I'm drukking funk. That Baistard bard... wh'ever happnd to leave wi' the one who brung yah?

[mumbles, grumbles, fumbles and tumbles, ends up in a gutter with a wet face]

Nice guys finish fast! I mean, finish last...

This is all Mohinder's fault... 'f it weren't for him I'd only be gettin rejected by girlses...

There's gotta be something interesting in one of these rooms...

[pokes into hair salon room, into room with infinite number of monkeys on typewriters, into oval office of white house, into quite possibly the TARDIS]

'Lo? 'Lo?

[((join matt out on the street or just say what's goin on in your room + he'll see it thru the window))]

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Thursday, March 26th, 2009

NFPDR has a new OTP! Ship it or die. [j/k, obviously, about the dying part]

cynical_techie

WARNING: NC17 CONTENT
[Baird and Cid enter the bedroom. Its quite spartan but clean and comfortable. Including a king-size bed for some hot bitter engineer manlove]

[And, in keeping with our tradition of conveniently-structured rooms, this one has an armor rack!]

[Baird nods in approval as he enters]

"Now lets see, gotta get this fuckin armor off...."

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Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

Cock-blocked

savagewhore

Warning: WILL contain adult content!

A very dishevelled, very hairy man lands unceremoniously on the floor. His blue jeans are unbuttoned and rumpled, and his black tank top is bunched up as if it were in the process of being torn off. His hair, while clearly always a mess, is even worse than usual now...and the thundercloud-like scowl on his face speaks volumes about his mood.

Two fuckin' seconds ago, I was makin' out with 'Ro in her greenhouse. There better be a damn good reason for draggin' me away from the first piece of action I' ve seen since the Cajun up an' took off.

"Whoever's out there an' thinks this is funny...pal, you better pray I don't find ya."

Catching a scent on the air, he lets out a low growl. Tonight may not be a total loss after all, if whoever's coming isn't averse to finishing a half-started job. His jeans, already tight on his body, grow a sizable bulge just beneath the still-open button on his fly.

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