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January 2024 Test Drive Meme: Our First!


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Reserves open 01/27/2024 @ 12:00 AM EST
Reserves close 01/31/2024 @ 11:59 PM EST


Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Our Test Drive Memes are considered game canon and are open to current players and prospective new players alike! It is completely optional to keep your TDM threads as canon to your character's experience in the game, so feel free to play around and enjoy the flexibility before applying!

All TDM threads can be used for samples for your application and activity proofs.

All TDMs come with an additional greeting message from Daisy in addition to her typical Welcome Message. This is her message for newbies for this month:
"Hi there, Sweet Subjects! Congratulations on being the Very First Batch! That also means you're the first friends I've made for this whole project! Isn't that exciting?

Unfortunately, I have to already apologize to you. You see, I wasn't expecting you quite so soon! My math was a little off and well...There are a few kinks in the system I'm working out. But don't worry! I'll take care of everything. You can trust me. After all, we are friends, and it would be very rude to not trust your friends!

Why don't you just stay inside this little house while I fix things up? You'll be safe! P̴̥̾̉r̸̢̋́̓̀̏ó̵̧͖̈́̏̋͊̅̋̕͘b̵̛̺̞̦̳̙͒͘͜ä̸͓̗̯̺̰́̿̆͘͠b̶̭͔̯̆̒̐l̵̨̬̬̱̱̙͔̻̊̾́͠͝y̶̰̺̲̝͙͈̝͙̟̖͑̆̾̀̀͒͝!̶̱͚͙͉̠̓̒́̌̽̌̚͝

Remember: Don't open the door to strangers.

Anyway! In the meantime, get to know your fellow Sweet Subjects! After all, you're going to be spending a lot of time together!

Thank you for understanding! Good luck!

Prompt One | Prompt Two
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Summary:
🌼 Content Warnings: Optional light alcohol, isolation, bad weather via thunderstorms, feeling of being watched and taunted, false information, mental manipulation, memory manipulation, memories or depictions of murder and torture

🌼 Characters wake up in an unfamiliar house during a thunderstorm. They hear Daisy's broadcast on the TV. There is a persistent knocking at the door, but you know you shouldn't open it.

🌼 Another character (or more) is in the house with you. Pictures of you both begin to take up the walls. Of memories you either really experienced or false memories. They increasingly become more violent.

🌼 A radio broadcast warns Sweet Acres residents about an escaped criminal. Paranoia grows between characters. Violence out of deluded "self-defense" may occur.

🌼 The true escape from this prompt is to just open the door. Outside, all is well and you realize the house was one giant mind fuck...Or hopefully, you realize. Your memories might be a little scrambled now.


There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

It has been a long, long, long day, hasn't it? You don't even remember sitting on the couch and you certainly don't remember dozing off. But that strange broadcast certainly woke you up and now...You are here. In an unfamiliar house with outdated wallpaper and dirty carpet. The weather outside seems frightful. Torrential downpours with clashing thunder and flashes of lightning chase even the most persistent shadows in the house.

Was the lady on the TV serious? Did you just have to wait in this lousy place for the storm to blow over? Or, wait, how did she word it? Wait while things finish configuration. Damn, your head is hurting and you could use a drink. Hopefully, the tacky yellow kitchen has a stocked fridge. Luckily for you, it's filled with fresh food and some fresh booze.

There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

Unluckily for you, there is another person in this house with you. They might have woken up on the same couch as you or are bumping around upstairs. Either way, the freak in the polka-dot dress wasn't wrong: You're not alone here.

When you and whoever else in this house finally join up, you will notice that the house seems to become a bit more lively. The pictures on the wall change to feature you or your companion. Some of the pictures are genuine from back in your homeworld, but others...Not so much. Others look like false memories of you with families you don't even remember or at a school you never attended, but they are all so real you can't help but think maybe Daisy is telling the truth after all.

There is a heavier knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

There is a radio in the house that suddenly begins to declare an emergency announcement:
"At this time, we urge all residents of Sweet Acres to seek shelter immediately. The wind is picking up and we anticipate this storm to last the rest of the night - Oh?

This just in: a convict has managed to break into Sweet Acres. We are told that they were last seen in...Oh, oh my...Whatever you do, make sure your doors and windows are locked. And remember: don't answer the door. And remember: don't trust strangers.
"

A heavy booming knock lands three times at the front door. Let. Me. In.

The pictures around the house begin to change. Now it shows you and whoever you're sharing the house with doing some...terrible things. Maybe some of it is true. Some of it may be completely false. Will it matter when the pictures seem so terrifyingly real?

What happens when the TV glitches on and starts to play sketchy home videos of one of you doing something terrible? What happens when the radio starts to play terrifying audio of you confessing to an atrocious crime?

What happens when the person you're stuck in the house with might just be the stranger the radio warned you about?

Or will you have the sense to realize that something is very wrong here and that you're both being played a fool? The knocking at the door is only getting louder. So loud it cracks the door. The storm worsens. What should you do?

The madness will only worsen the longer you stay. You may even be driven to defend yourself from each other, you may come to develop false memories of crimes you didn't commit. You may just...

Decide to open that damn door already. It turns out, that's what you needed to do the entire time. Because the moment you do? You open the door and see a beautiful, sunny day outside. No rain. Not a single gray cloud. Certainly no horrifying stranger either.

But now you're left with whatever you did or thought from the house. For some people, the terror may slip away as easily as the rain, but for some of you, you might be stuck with paranoia and suspicion.

Welcome to Sweet Acres.

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[ The Bot Problem ]

Summary:
🌼 Content Warnings: Forced sexuality, optional sex, aphrodisiac style computer virus, dubious consent, hunted by machines, use of bombs, guns, and shrapnel. Possible character death or maiming

🌼 Sex Bots are spreading a virus to those that touch them that will cause player characters to go around flirting with others. They can either get rid of the "virus" by having sex or meeting someone who can hack it out of their system by asking grounding questions (or any other creative means a player may have).

🌼 Characters are hunted down by violent little metal boxes known as metal dogs. The metal dogs are extremely resilient but can be destroyed by extreme measures. These metal dogs are intent on killing and maiming characters and plants.

You will notice that there are still some errors in the system as you go out and about exploring your new town. There will be an occasional glitch that opens up a screaming void of bottomless darkness before it blinks out of existence. Those are unsettling enough, but at least they don't seem harmless.

The bots, on the other hand, are a different story. They glitch into the town, cracking through this carefully structured reality like breaking through a window. It seems like Daisy has a lot of work to do on the external firewalls of Sweet Acres! In the meantime, you're going to have to deal with her incompetence.

The Sex Bots

A lot of the bots can easily be mistaken for other residents in town. These are model-gorgeous women and men who almost seemed like caricatures of stereotypical beauty conventions. Big lips, huge hips, large muscles, chiseled jaws, perfect hair, pearly white teeth. These beauties flounce about and no matter who or what you are, if they look your way, they are immediately approaching you.

"Hey, sexy. I'm single, horny, and lonely. I just turned 18 and I've got my daddy's credit card."

"I've never seen a person more beautiful than you. I'm the CEO of at least three different six-figure income businesses. How about I take you on a night out in my Ferrari?"

There isn't a single thought behind those eyes or in those smiles. If you have the thought to rely on your Daze, you can just block the Sex Bots and they will blink out of existence. Alternatively, you could probably just smash them out of existence with a good punch or the swing of a weapon...They will just vanish into a cloud of corrupt coding.

But if you're a bit more gullible and still catching up on the strangeness of this place or can't figure out Daze, you might make the mistake of responding to one of these bots. The Bot will immediately scan you for all of your information and warp its features into something that you actually would find to be the ideal beauty.

"This is better, right?" It's hard to deny...They even sound like the ideal beauty in your mind. A gentle hand on your arm and then they are leading you away.

Except they aren't leading you anywhere. You watch helplessly as coding goes up your arm and begins to consume your body. You can't feel anything but a prickling sensation. The Bot vanishes, but you are left rewired. Now it is you with the dramatic features emphasizing your most attractive parts.

Regardless of your personality, you suddenly feel the urge to walk up to just about anyone anywhere and flirt with them. Whether stupidly or sincerely. It's hard to remember yourself with the bot's virus wreaking havoc on your Daze. Worst case scenario? You wind up sleeping with someone because of this bizarre virus, but you will also ironically get it out of your system this way and feel completely normal after.

Alternatively, you can find someone who is a bit more tech-savvy with the Daze and who might have an idea of how to hack into your system and get rid of the virus for you. This might involve some personal line of questioning, but hey, at least you're not walking around asking for sex from total strangers anymore!

The Metal Dogs

The Sex Bots are a dream compared to the other virus attacking the system of Sweet Acres. One will begin to see small metal robots trotting about, no bigger than a backpack, with lethal determination. These metal dogs scour their surroundings for anything organic or anything that doesn't belong in the space.

This means they are actively ripping up plants and destroying trees, which is tragic enough, but just be glad they haven't seen you yet because it turns out that Daisy's Sweet Subjects are the metal dog's top priority.

The moment they notice you, they will begin a neverending chase. These robots can catch up to a speeding car and resist an enormous amount of damage. They are waterproof and run on their own network completely disconnected from the Daze, so good luck trying to hack into them- it won't work.

They can see just as well in the dark as the light and have sensors that allow them to pick up on body temperature as well as any vibrations you might make. They are not gentle creatures: their goal is to terminate all organic beings and Sweet Subjects in the area. If they catch you, they will immediately attempt to blow your head off with a small gun they can form. Alternatively, they will expel a shrapnel bomb if you catch them off guard. They also have paralyzing fog bombs.

Metal dogs can be destroyed, however. With large explosions, armor-piercing weaponry, people with extreme super strength. Or you can get creative! Maybe you know a spell that can turn them into a stuffed animal or melt the metal. Maybe you have control over metal beings. There are ways to destroy these things. But don't worry. If worse comes to worse, Daisy is going around to destroy them for you. But do you really want to owe her your life?

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swordlord: (𝕻𝖆ï𝖊𝖓)

[personal profile] swordlord 2024-01-25 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
(The sound is unexpected and he winds up staring a bit at Koby, frowning, a brow quirked as he tries to place what the hell that even was. He looked like he was about to cry again and something annoying wiggles its way into Mihawk's chest. He didn't want to see Koby crying and he attests that fact to finding it inconvenient or something.)

Please. It's merely a uniform. You're a Marine with or without it and this can be replaced in time.

(He's not comforting him, he's just stating facts, shut up.)

No, but it makes you ridiculous to think about trying to find proper first aid in a completely unexpected, violent situation.

(He wraps Koby's arm and pauses when Koby says that because, wow, okay!

He makes an odd noise of his own. It's kind of a snort, almost maybe a sound of amusement. If you really thought about it.)


...You're not...incorrect.

(Credit where credit is due. He ties off Koby's arm tightly, but not too tightly.)

We'll see if we can find real bandages but we aren't wasting much time on it. (It's a middle ground. One of many they were likely to create, he figures.)
swordlord: (𝕾𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔)

[personal profile] swordlord 2024-01-25 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
I see. Legends carry a different sort of weight where I come from. People are rather dream-driven and enjoy their legends of the metaphorically immortal sort. Ideas never die and all that.
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[personal profile] deadbook 2024-01-25 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
(His own hands were much softer. While he did play instruments and spin records on the regular, that wasn't the sort of thing that roughened the entirety of his hands.)

Uniforms are universally lame, dude. It either means you're a total kiss-ass to laws or you're part of some shitty pretentious school.

(Or you worked a terrible service industry job, but they never had uniforms quite as crisp and cohesive as Koby's.)
deadbook: (adsf)

[personal profile] deadbook 2024-01-25 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Oh- shit, sorry, I'm totally kidding, dude!

(Please do not have an actual mental breakdown!

Danny could be a bit of a jerk, but he wasn't a real jerk and is a total softie for anyone who is crying. He waves his hands about, trying to get Iggy's attention.)


You're fine! It's not even going to leave a mark. Seriously. It's like, barely there.
addickted: ([kisses~])

[personal profile] addickted 2024-01-25 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Nope~" Angel pops the "p", flashing a mouthful of extremely sharp teeth, which is possibly meant as reassurance. "Died in '47, baby." One arm props up his chin, while another is draped over the back of the bench. That leaves two to pat invitingly at the seat next to him. He'll even move his creepy long legs.

"Have a seat punkin, take a load off. You're too cute to look so stressed."
deadbook: (imageedit_22_7942999782)

Re: metal dogs

[personal profile] deadbook 2024-01-25 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
(Sure as hell a lot more helpful than Danny is. Danny is still in a bit of a daze when the other guy appears to kick some metal dog ass. He rolls slowly over onto his side, wheezing a bit as he's picked up.)

Holy shit.

(Danny winds up leaning a bit on the guy mostly because today has been such a fucking whirlwind.)

Yeah- yeah, totally fine. I don't think anything's broken.

(He pats his hands down over his loose shirt, probably smacking himself a bit harder than was strictly necessary, but nothing hurts too bad. His ass was so going to be bruised later though.)

Thanks, man. I really- thank you. Sorry. (For being inconvenient as hell. But the guy's right. It's not the first metal dog he has seen, but it was the first to come charging his way and probably wouldn't be the last.)

Not a bad idea. He might come back with friends. Um- here, let's go there.

(Into the nearest house they go! Danny at least has no issue with breaking and entering. He's pretty sure every house in this place is free game anyway.)
dead_tongue: (oh shit)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Iggy sniffles and regards Danny with warm brown eyes - he looks like a kicked puppy.]

Really?

Okay.

Uhm. Are you okay?
deadbook: (imageedit_64_4122091217)

[personal profile] deadbook 2024-01-25 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, oh my god. I'm sorry, man. I didn't think-

(At all. He wasn't thinking at all. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.)

I'm really used to ragging on my sister all the time. She usually just dishes it back.

(Hahahahhaha why is he talking about his sister!)

I didn't mean to hit you. We should see if there's a washcloth or something somewhere so I can clean that up.

(It's the least he owes the guy.)

Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I'm in tact.
addickted: ([down boy])

[personal profile] addickted 2024-01-25 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, if you're a fuckin' poser. [Angel grins, all teeth, teasing at the delicate, silky hairs at the back of Dirk's neck, his touch practiced, familiar. Like he does this all the time -- he'll keep touching unless and until he's told to fuck off.] Sounds like you're the real deal. You some kinda overlord? Exorcist? Somethin' else sexy and dangerous?

[That next comment prompts a very brief flash of surprise in Angel's mismatched eyes. When was the last time anyone said something like that -- that he deserved something. Charlie, probably, but that's Charlie, she's a unique case. To hear it from a guy is something else entirely.

Laughing again, Angel drops the sexy act a bit, flashing a much more genuine smile.
] Aw, babycakes, you really don't know who I am, huh? [He steps back, spreads all four arms in a sort of "ta-daaa" gesture.] You're lookin' at the most popular porn star in the seven circles, sugar. I've been railed by every kinda guy there is, usually at the same time. Pretty sure emotional availability would give me hives or somethin'. Blech.
dead_tongue: (bruh)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, wow," Iggy said, completely comfortable with that part. He takes a seat, hands clasped between his bony knees.

"Thanks. I'm Iggy, by the way." He took a closer look at Angel.

"'47 is not too crazy old, I guess. I'm from 2023. Uhm. Were you a ghost? Before you came here?"
dead_tongue: (purdy)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
It's okay. I scared you. Which, sorry about that. I just wanted to see who else was in here. It's spooky.

[Iggy touches his temple again. It's no longer bleeding, which relaxes him a little bit.]

I'm alright. But yeah, okay. There's got to be a bathroom.

not the dilating pupils ;o;

[personal profile] blondshell 2024-01-25 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
(Katsuki would sooner die than admit there was a slight burn in the tips of his own ears. He was focused on just taking control of the situation so that Izuku didn't have to worry about whatever was going on. There was something fiercely protective bubbling hot inside of him, like if he didn't keep Izuku safe now, the worst case might happen.

The picture makes him squeeze Izuku's hand tighter. For some reason, the idea of the picture being a fake was more upsetting. He looks down at their hands almost at the exact same time as Izuku does.)


Tch...(How is he supposed to know? His teeth grind together and he almost wants to scream, wants to set off another explosion just to get it out of his system, but something stops him. He looks away from their hands and back to the wall of pictures.)

Maybe it doesn't fuckin' matter. (If it is real or fake. He holds up their hands, shaking Izuku's arm lightly.)

This is real, isn't it? Let's just focus on that. What we can rely on right now.

(Which is apparently each other. He looks slowly over other pictures, one of them in matching uniforms, Katsuki looking incredibly disgruntled and disheveled while Izuku stood beaming next to him. They weren't holding hands in that picture, but they were standing close together, surrounded by unfamiliar faces in similar outfits.)

Maybe we've just always known each other? In this life or in...that one.
kobes: ([up] i can tie a knot wink wink)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-25 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
I-It's all right. I mean, yes. I'm cool. [He'd sort of expected Iggy to suddenly backpedal, say the gesture had been some sort of a mistake. The fact that he hadn't is kinda nice.

Koby settles on the other end of the couch, brow furrowing in slight confusion.
] Why would you want it to be insane? Aren't weddings stressful enough?
givehead: unk (ace)

cw: suicide / suicide scars

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-25 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Somethin' like that. My title is the Prince of Heart. Guess that's appropriate. (Dirk finally touches back, flicking a finger into the puffy, soft middle of Angel's chest, in the middle of that heart design.)

More like a god though. (And his body was proof enough of that. There were more scars than he could bother keeping track of anymore. He didn't have the retractable appendages Angel had, but he had a gruesome scar around his neck that no regular human could likely survive. More scars were slashed over his thick biceps down to his fingers. The rest of his body told a similar story.

Maybe it's a nice thing to say. Or maybe Dirk just hates himself enough to figure everyone else just inherently deserved better than whatever bullshit he'd drag them through if he became attached.

Still, he notices the surprise and is almost surprised himself. He didn't catch people off guard like this.

The shift to sincerity is immediately obvious and it's only then that the tension in Dirk's body begins to unwind.)


No, I don't. (An equally sincere response. Then the introduction is given and Dirk stares for a long second.)

Well, I'll be.

(Thickening the southern accent for the sheer irony. Still. His mind is burning up. It certainly made sense with Angel's flippant approach to him, and it made sense why Angel probably didn't care about anything Dirk had done or thought about doing. And he's probably fucked a million virgins to the point where Dirk's complete lack of experience wasn't even an issue.

Still.)


I'm something of a pornographic connoisseur myself. I used to make some dope puppet porn back in my heyday. (And obsessively collected porn through a cohesive filing system on his drive that was organized by category and kink. He was something of an addict and if he were a few years younger, he might have been absolutely hounding this guy in approximately three seconds or less.)

But I ain't really ever done shit. Never had the opportunity. Limited options where I come from. The list of available dudes to fuck was practically nonexistent. The most action I've ever had was when my ex made out with my decapitated head.

(So....................He shoves his hands into his pockets.)

When you say seven circles, I take it you mean hell?
kobes: ([down] hello darkness my old friend)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-25 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
I see. I'll give it a try, if I run into any more. [If running and hiding doesn't help of course.

Koby nods thoughtfully, mouth already open to question the "flying" thing, but then Dirk's demonstrating. Dirk is hands-on demonstrating by levitating, then easily scooping Koby up off the ground. His indignant squawk turns into a much sharper, horrified shriek as he's then hurtled into the air.

There's not even room for Koby to feel relieved that he's been caught -- he's immediately trying to scramble free.
] Put me down! Right now!
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[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-25 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
(It's a fair response, in truth, but Dirk's used to hurling people without their permission in all universes. Somewhere, he's whipping his baby brother around like a football for fun.)

I don't think you would want me to put you down right now from here.

(Smartass.

He glides quickly back to the ground and sets Koby down. He stays hovering, impassive about the screeching.)


Better?
kobes: ([neutral] fck u and ur ship)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-25 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
I know. [His voice shakes a little, and he clenched his teeth harder, steeling himself.] It's fine. You're right. [With or without it, whatever that means here. Can he be a Marine, all by himself? The whole point is following orders -- what does that mean if there's nobody to give them?

The tight pressure of the makeshift bandage takes Koby's mind out of the spiral, making him flex his fingers a couple times, then nod. It's tight, the bleeding already slowing, but not enough that he'll lose feeling -- Mihawk might not need the knowledge to wrap wounds, but he still has it.
] Unexpected, violent situations are exactly what first aid kits are for.

[Momentarily satisfied, Koby squares his shoulders -- a less impressive gesture without the starched, broad-shouldered shape of his uniform.] It'd be good to find a place to stay. A different house -- the one I came from was...strange.
kobes: (Default)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-25 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[It has Koby wondering, trying to imagine a life that different -- because everything about Danny is different, really, his hair and his clothes and his entire persona.

The uniform opinion is definitely different, prompting a slight frown.
] What's wrong with the law? [Pretty obvious which one he is.]
kobes: ([neutral] i'm like 5'5)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-25 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
You know what I meant. [It comes out shaky as Koby tries to regain his footing, knees shaky as a baby deer. He eventually just sort of -- sits down, elbows on his knees.]

I guess if -- someone like you can't get out, there really isn't any way. Not through force. [A ferocious scowl, up over the tops of his glasses.] You didn't need to prove it, I would've believed you.
dead_tongue: (voila)

[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Insane as in ridiculously over the top. So, yeah, I'm sure it would be stressful, but also so cool.

[A dramatic sigh.]

A huge spectacle dedicated to my undying love! Nobody could ever forget it. 'He had his problems,' they'd say, 'but his love was real.'

Plus I like parties. ...I guess it's gauche to do drugs at your own wedding? Hm. Well. Moot point anyway, I'm single and apparently in a series of simulations.
addickted: ([sexy spider])

[personal profile] addickted 2024-01-25 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Angel." One lanky arm is outstretched to shake, another flash of those teeth. "Nah, whole lotta demons out there who are waaaaay older. Buncha relics."

Angel laughs, draping another arm over Iggy's shoulders as he sits up. "Nah, didn't stick around long enough to haunt anyone. Went straaaaight to Hell, ended up like this." There's a world-weary sigh, yet another hand petting at Iggy's hair. "Spoiler alert, if you're a bad enough sinner you end up a demon."
swordlord: (𝕻𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖆)

[personal profile] swordlord 2024-01-25 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
And yet that is when we rarely have them.

(Hence the unexpected part. Still. Mihawk is focusing intently on Koby. The way his body clenched up, the way his fingers curl. It's easier to think about Koby than it was to think about their actual situation. Mihawk prided himself in never panicking, and while he didn't feel the need to panic now, his frustration with the situation was infuriating enough.

The alliance worked more in his favor mentally than physically. It's true that Koby was useless to him physically. Even intellectually, Mihawk didn't technically need Koby.

But something was steadying about him otherwise. Something for Mihawk to concentrate on than the abstract idea of figuring this place out in a matter of seconds. Even he knew it wouldn't be that easy.)


As was mine. (Too many minds game and too little of a space.)

We'll have to find something that suits...both of our needs.

(And just like that, he's subtly making it clear that he intended to just stay with Koby in the meantime. It would make sense.)

Do you feel well enough to move for a while?
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Lurine Hollister | Agent of Hel series

[personal profile] thelamia 2024-01-25 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
I. Please Wait While Your Surroundings Are Loading!

Lurine stretched out rather luxuriously as she woke up wearing the ostentatious robe someone had ever set eyes on in their life. It was a pink monstrosity and just so very her. When she looked around, she was thankful to have it on, because this was most certainly not the bedroom she'd fallen asleep in. This place was far less expensive.

She yawned, sauntered her way over to the stairs, and went down into the main portion of the home. When she saw the other person, she didn't look all that shocked. After 5,000 years, nothing really surprised her much anymore. Lurine looked like a real knockout, a vaguely twentysomething year old who maybe was a model or some B-movie starlet, someone used to having her people call your people. After a moment or two, her eyes brightened up.

"Well, this isn't my mansion." There was a slight pause as she eyed the other person with a look that lingered just a little too long, so long as the person looked like an adult. No matter how much they were wearing, it felt a bit like this woman was undressing them with nothing but her eyes. "And you are not the butler." For those that were on the young side or just seemed a bit too frightened for such intensity, she just had much more of a 'cool wine aunt' vibe, no flirting intended.

She smiled her best 'paparazzi ready' smile and immediately held out a hand, speaking in a breathless style a bit reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe. "Hello darling, Lurine Hollister. No autographs please. I'd say it's fabulous to make your acquaintance, but under the circumstances I'd be lying." It was very clear this was some rich, famous bimbo with more dollars than sense. But when she didn't think you were looking, that vapid expression on her face dissipated, leaving something much more predatory (as in a literal predatory animal) and calculating on her face. Lurine was far more on the ball than she was willing to admit just yet.

After listening to the messages, she turned to the other person. "Shall we stay or shall we go, darling? I'd hate to get this outfit ruined going out in that storm but I don't know if this seems like the best place to be either. I leave it entirely in your hands." Lurine, while old and wise, tended to be a bit passive in her decision-making. So long as it didn't directly have a negative effect on her, she was fine with whatever other people decided.

II. The Sex Bots cw: possible dub-con scenarios happening

A. When one of the sex bots approached seductively stating, "You look like you'd enjoy hooking up. Want to get together? I'm looking for a sugar momma and you're just my type." Lurine burst out laughing.

"Really, this place is just too much," she said in an amused tone. She'd seen a lot before but this was entirely something else. Suddenly, a wicked glint came into her eyes. "Hmmm, I do wonder...." She leaned forward and kissed the bot gently on the lips. Due to the unique way her powers worked, Lurine's kiss had an effect of paralyzing the victim with pleasure, making them feel as if they'd had the best sex of their lives even from such a brief amount of contact. It made it all the easier when she had to absorb their life force in order to stay young and beautiful forever.

The bot froze for a moment before it began rapidly glitching out. "I-I-I-I'd like t0-to-t0-t0--" Then it simply combusted on the spot and disappeared. Lurine giggled, a decidedly mischievous sound. Then she'd turn and see someone had witnessed the whole thing.

"A rather interesting reaction, wouldn't you say?" She raised an eyebrow in an inviting manner. "Care to see what happens first-hand?"

B. But eventually she'd end up kissing one of the bots for too long and end up infected herself. Being rewired meant Lurine's personality wasn't too different than normal, but while before she was willing to back off if someone gave her a firm no, now she was all too willing to keep aggressively chasing her prey. She'd saunter up to someone in a dress that showed off all her curves with a pair of heels to match with confidence just oozing off of her. Her makeup, topped off with classic red lipstick, and her hair were done flawlessly. "Hello darling. You looked like you could use some company."

Someone showing no interest wasn't going to distract her from what she wanted. She'd continue to pursue no matter what someone tried to do to get rid of her. "Really, you look far too tense. Why don't I show you a good way to relax?"

III. The Metal Dogs

Did you have one of those dogs on your tail? Did it feel like your imminent death was drawing closer? Suddenly, a massive reptilian tail came snaking out of nowhere, wrapped itself around one of the dogs, and crunched it quite simply into useless metal bits. From the Audience, there was a rather impressed 'Oooooo!' sound as Lurine came to the rescue.

At the other end of that very long tail the other person would be able to spot Lurine. From the waist up, she was human and thankfully sporting a bikini top. It wouldn't do to flash the neighbors this early on, what if they were delicate? But from the waist down? She was a massive snake monster, large enough she could have easily curled those coils around a person and gently carried them along at her whim. Or squeezed them until they popped like an overcooked hot dog, one of the two.

Despite her dramatic dual nature, there was something very beautiful about her scales. They were all colors of the rainbow, a shimmering display clearly designed to attract the viewer, and disarm them if they were at all scared of her. Not to mention having the upper body of a rather attractive human woman. Those who knew a thing or two about animals would remember such colorful displays in nature usually meant the creature in question was poisonous. To help that process along of getting over the shock, she smiled gently at the other person as she slithered right up to them. If you had tripped while the dogs were chasing you, that tail was now delicately setting you back on your feet.

"You okay, honey? They didn't get to you before I did?" Yep, the giant snake monster woman was concerned about you. Best to answer her, she got annoyed when people didn't pay attention to her for a long enough period of time.

IV. Wildcard

[Want to do something else with this drama queen snake monster? Just give me a poke at [plurk.com profile] Light_shade or .lightshade on Discord!

Fourthwalling note: Lurine is canonically a B-movie star who starred in a bunch of horror films and an occasionally dramatic indie role before she quit Hollywood and went back home to lounge in a mansion for the rest of (this) lifetime. She also was in a big, dramatic trial where the verdict had her ending up with all of her octogenarian millionaire husband's money so she was splashed in the tabloids a lot a la Anna Nicole Smith. She's also the lamia, the one from Greek mythology, so she's been in the public eye pretty much since people have been people. All this is to say, if your character wants to recognize her as being in a movie they've seen or remark on the fascinating resemblance she has to a woman they've seen on a piece of Greek pottery, go right ahead! She loves the attention!]
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[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-25 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
I have noticed that. Though it is usually worship towards gods and their ilk.
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[personal profile] dead_tongue 2024-01-25 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Iggy listens, fascinated. All he knows of demons he knows from horror movies and his dad's copy of the Goetia. Angel doesn't seem too off from pictures from the latter.

"I've never heard of that" he says a bit dubiously. "I've only ever had people just pass on. No hell at all."

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