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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!
 THE OVERFLOW, PART DEUX! Since the last post is again fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post, even though there's just a little over a week to game start. Please continue your threads or start new ones here if you'd like. To make this easier on those continuing threads from the last meme, here's a handy form: Please remember to let your thread partners know you've bumped your threads over here as well! We started the meme early to give you plenty of room to do just that. With the City of Ariel grand opening only a month away, we are holding our first ever test drive meme. Tag in and see how your character would settle in the game. You're a fresh face in the city, newly processed, and arriving at a bustling time. The city is expanding and you are greeted first in the re-education center by your helpful counselors and then directed out of the building to a large festival. Be puzzled, make friends, have sex, or whatever you want! There are no restrictions on thread types played out here. Your first awareness that something has gone wrong comes during a groggy moment of semi-lucidity when you look around yourself and find that -- instead of wherever you remember being last -- you're in a chair, in a room with a man you don't recognize. He's sitting behind a desk whistling to himself and sorting paperwork. The whole atmosphere might remind you of a high school guidance counselor's office, only with far more comfortable chairs. You were brought to Ariel during a very special time! There's a large festival going on celebrating the new expansions to the city and everything is decked out for it. Everything is bustling and vibrant in the city today because of the celebrations. There are decorations up, food vendors set up all along the streets, kissing booths, games, and just about anything else you can imagine an event like this would have! The people of Ariel are out and about as well, some are in vibrant costumes and others are just checking out the sights. Some of the more exhibitionist types are even having a little more fun out in public than you may be used to seeing back home. As soon as the grogginess from your arrival passes, you are allowed to leave the re-education center and see it all for yourself. Upon exiting, you are even handed beads of various colors, several of each so you don't worry about running out. Each color has a special meaning listed below: pink - toys These are to aid you in making a connection with others. Show your interest in others and tell them exactly what you would like to do with them by sharing the beads. If you would rather take a different approach, feel free to walk around the festival and see what (or who) catches your eye. The point is to relax and get settled in your new home. | |
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loki / marvel 616 / ota
not too shabby, all things considered! he has been in fixes much worse than this. a good thing, then, that he is a highly adaptable little fellow!
for now, he can be found nearly anywhere, checking out nearly anything, and getting into everyone's business. with a bright smile and a fist full of candied cotton, he sets to exploring and learning (and driving up his blood sugar levels) and playing, of course. you may see him, perhaps, watching the strong men play the game of Hit The Target With The Hammer (but not participating, because that would only end in embarrassment), or maybe you'll find him throwing darts at balloons, or tossing small white balls into little cups filled with live fishes.
or if you are not the game playing sort, sometime into the evening you may perhaps find him in the back of a bar, cheating at cards with drunken men, defeating them quite thoroughly and, subsequently, inadvertently sparking a raucous barfight.
oops. ]
[ ooc; feel free to find him wherever and whenever! during the day he'll be out playing games, once evening hits he'll be sneaking into bars and playing cards and being threatened with bodily harm; i'll roll with anything! ]
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[Thor was not happy the second time either, after his re-education. This time he didn't bash anyone's head in with the hammer, mostly because the hammer was gone from his hand, lost to him. He yelled for its loss more than anything, demanded answers and was violent again, brutal as has always best served him at home. He took one councilor by the neck and lifted him up a wall, and all was dark, then.]
[The third time, and now Thor feels not quite himself, but can't say why. He's dizzy, confused, and mysteriously feeling both content and uncomfortable at once. It's worth thinking about, he decides before acting. His mind needs clearing, his memories need to be found, collected. And since he's chosen to think this time instead of attack, they let him go into the world beyond the rehabilitation center.]
[Find the hammer, he decides, as he wanders further from it. Find power. Find friends, and then, find home, find Asgardia.]
[He finds none of these things in his searching. Finds instead strangers, and strange people. Friendly people, and Thor is feeling friendly for them. But he has decided to think, and struggles to do so. Find--]
[He sees a familiar flash of green and gold ducking between the crowd, close to the ground like a snake. Thor follows, pushing drunken party-goers aside, until he's able to catch the hood of the creature and pull. He turns the boy he's caught by his shoulders, and looks at him, mind still muddled, like being lost in darkness again, and searching. Has he found (brought here?)--]
Loki?
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and so it is that he is not really thinking of thor at all while he presses through the thronging crowd toward what must be something exciting - a street performance, he thinks - considering how the people crowd toward it like moths to a flame. but loki is not able to see past them, for he is very suddenly grabbed from behind. with an inelegant yipe, he drops his half-eaten candied cotton as he's whirled to face his aggressor. ]
... Thor?
[ wow bro, you um, look a little .. zapped. you okay? ]
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[But there are no answers to be found in this moment, and in this moment, Thor doesn't care. He kneels to hug his brother, and feel the comfort of family and familiarity in whatever place this may be.]
[And Loki, though he looks the same, looks so unaffected by this place, and so much more composed than the last time they spoke, when he was gripped by a very un-Loki-like fear.]
[Did he cause this in some way?]
[Thor pulls away enough to meet Loki's eyes again.] Do you know what's happened to us, or to Asgardia? How we came to be in this place?
not like anyone is even looking here anyway but BIG SPOILERS FOR JiM HERE WEEOOOWEEOOO
but then why ever would thor be here? surely he deserves better than this. it is the shining halls of valhalla that await his mighty brother when ragnarok falls again. nevertheless, thor is here, which is a thing that makes loki think, and with thor comes everything else. asgardia, the all mother, surtur and leah and .. and ..
the memories flood back; loki can still taste the foul, metallic tang of the magpie's blood on his tongue. and to think, moments ago he had been having such careless fun. loki stares at his brother in wonder, hyper aware of the weight of his strong, broad hands on his shoulders. oh, thor.. ]
Ah, I'm afraid that I don't have an answer for you, brother! I have not been here very long. Are you -
[ wait. something's different. ]
Where is Mjolnir? I hope you have not misplaced her.
might as while warn for shotapedoincestfuntiems while you're at it
[Thor trusts him.]
[And anyway, he's distracted by the question, and stands again, leaving a hand on Loki's shoulder and making a fist of the other, where the hammer's weight should be. He looks some distance off, toward the farthest city wall, as if it might be hidden there.] Taken. Along with my power, my godhood, all but the strength of my hands.
[But, of course, none of that matters to Loki, who had lost his own powers months ago and not said a word of it. Thor looks back to his small brother and wonders what he might've been through in the short time since he arrived. The technology inside his head-- Have they performed such an atrocity on Loki as well?] You're well, then? Unharmed by this place?
oh, yes, that too.
but best not to make a scene of it, he thinks. surely his brother's pride must be hurt, and loki is not feeling quite so brave as to prod the dozing lindwyrm. loki's gloved fingers ghost to the sensitive slit behind his ear, where the chip was, presumably, implanted. still it stings, but the pain is not much. loki's mouth twists into a wry smile. ]
Not so much. It is difficult for them to take what I do not possess, after all!
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[Thor's grateful, now.]
[He crosses his arms, and remains stoic despite the rising of his brows, the amusement buried deep.] What of your Stark phone?
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but the words stick in his throat, despite it all. loki cannot bring himself to tell him. not now, at least. not here.
but thor, it seems, has given him a welcome distraction. loki's eyebrows rise, and he reaches to his pocket to pluck the stark phone free. its screen is black and dead as loki turns its face to his brother. ]
I have it with me! It seems it doesn't work, however. I should have thought to bring a charger!
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Perhaps you will find one here. [He eyes the passer-bys, the booths and broadcasting screens around them. There is technology here, as well. Unlike Stark's, or that of ancient Asgard. Different from all the realms. Loki will find a use for it all soon enough, Thor believes. He is wont to explore such things.]
[Not to mention the chip, which from they've told him, is a technology that is likewise dangerous and perverted, and something no doubt that Loki might enjoy rather than scorn.] What do you make of this place?
[...He is certainly not referring to the perversions all around them. Like those people blatantly having sex on that ride over there, half falling off of it. Or the fact that they both still have beads looped around their necks that Thor was told are tokens of affection to be given and taken, and used.]
[This place.]
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loki takes a moment, to look pointedly around them. he takes in the many brightly advertised kiosks, the games and the toys and the laughter, the varying foodstuffs. and, of course, the half-naked people over there who seem to be, ah, seizing the day, as it were. ]
I make quite a lot of it.
[ pocketing the phone again, loki clasps his hands behind his back and smiles as innocently as he can manage (which is, to be fair, very innocently). ]
It seems not all too terrible! A society centered around the pleasures of being alive, the people seem warm and friendly, they have been very welcoming, and have not denied me anything. Mostly.
[ loki's eyes cut to the right, and to the left. he is well aware of the chip in his head, and what it is capable of - recorded surveillance is very much a possibility, one that thor likely has not noted, or simply ignores. thor is thor, after all. still, loki is loathe to speak freely in such a public place, with such an insidious thing in his head - no, he shall keep his cards close, he thinks, at least until he has a grasped a fuller measure of this place. ]
But it is ever unwise to judge a book by its cover, yes? I am sure that there is much more to this place than meets the eye!
[ a brief pause. it seems a silly thing to ask, but.. ]
Your thoughts?
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[Either the chip has done its work on him, or else he is hiding something. Either way, Thor doesn't bother to figure it out. He states his mind clearly, harsh words not directed to Loki.]
They give us pleasures, yes -- food, and company, and mead enough to drown in. [And something in him tells him to be satisfied with this, to enjoy these things. To revel in the warmth, and satisfy only carnal needs.]
[And yet.]
All for what? What price have we paid? For Mjolnir? For Asgardia, that is lost to us? For friends and family pulled from the fabric of time, now ripped away again? For our life force, the very air breathed into us gods?!
[Yep, Loki, look what you did. Now he's pissed again.]
For freedom, and freedom from madness, and the sanctity of our persons?!
For what? For this? [He pulls the beads at his neck until the strings snap, and the beads fall and clatter away.]
[Someone needs to be reeducated again. Good thing they're nowhere near the centers... Although he's getting some unhappy looks from the people around him, so it may just be a matter of time.]
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[ loki is not surprised by his brother's reaction, thor has ever been this way. he is much like a volcano, loki thinks. on the surface he is broad and stony, cold and silent and unmoving, the great rocky mountain whose craggy face is ever frowning and yet beneath it flows the hot blood of the world, molten magma that stirs and rolls and never sleeps. it may lie dormant for weeks, months, centuries, but oh when she blows it is always a terrifying, beautiful, dangerous thing. ]
Thor --
[ and loki is not always immune to it. in fact, he is often its target. but things have.. shifted, between them, since the fall of surtur, and the manchester gods. there was always love between them, but there is now an understanding more deep than they previously possessed. ]
Thor -- !
[ loki wants to know his thoughts, of course, but he cannot risk the volcanic explosion. not here. his small hands rise to his brother's arms, strong in their wiriness, grasping at his forearms, his wrists. they are getting strange looks now, frowns, suspicious glances. loki leans in, and keeps his grasp. ]
Perhaps we should, ah, speak elsewhere.
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[Elsewhere. Thor has no desire or need to be anywhere but where he is. But from the way his head pounds already, it is, perhaps, a wise idea to find a quiet place to speak. The search for Mjolnir and the Asgardians... Well, he has found Loki today. It's a victory. There is tomorrow, still, to find the rest.]
[He looks to Loki, and the small hands that hold his wrists. Somewhere else, he's said. But Thor cannot name a place he'd like to go. This city is unfamiliar, still. It isn't Asgardia, or any place on Midgard he knows.]
Where?
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for now, at least.
loki casts a brief glance around them; the onlookers, it seems, have moved on and seem to be paying them no mind but still loki would rather be out from under their gaze altogether, if he can help it. and so he tugs at thor's wrists, guides him around and away, leading him toward the skirts of the festivities. ]
We have our own quarters here; were you not told? It's not far from here.
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I was told. [The walk from the market to the outermost housing area is brief, and Thor minds where they go, an eye kept to where they go. This place is new, the architecture foreign, and this area especially much less grand than even Asgardia's halls, nevermind the keep of ancient Asgard. He would like to return to it, and broods that he can't.] I did not intend to stay long enough to make use of them.
[But still he follows as Loki navigates the place with ease, through the swinging doors of a three-story building: simple, ordinary, small. He follows through doors again and a concrete stairwell, one flight, and to the door along the hall emblazoned with the number "3," that otherwise looks just the same as the rest.]
Here? [Thor somehow doubts the place will be more stately on the other side. He is far from impressed with what they've been given already.]
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of course, none of these things matter very much right now. what matters is who stands before him when loki turns and laces his fingers behind his back again. his smile is warm, and he rolls his slim shoulders in an easy shrug. ]
Here, indeed. Now, Thor, you may vent your spleen all you like, if you promise not to knock any holes into my shiny new walls.
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[But there is only Loki, and Loki's things. And he is not to blame.
Probably.]I have said my piece. [He answers dejectedly, and walks through the too-small apartment slowly, taking it in. There are chairs he would probably break with his weight. He decides on a low couch, plain but wide enough, and falls into it, staring absently at the black screen across from him.]
[It has been a very long day. He takes off his helm, leans his back to look again to Loki, and thinks that at least the day was not all wasted.] Come, brother. Sit with me.
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loki does not worry for him. he knows his brother, knows his moods, his tendency to brood, knows that soon enough the mountain will erupt again. it must not be an easy thing for thor, to adjust to all of .. this. his brother loves the mortals, and will ever be protective of their realms, but he is an asgardian at heart and he has never possessed loki's .. adaptability.
though, to be fair, loki's eagerness to embrace this place stems from reasons entirely different from the norm.
at any rate, loki does not like to see his brother sulk, and so he acquiesces. padding across the room, he drops bonelessly onto the sofa and kicks off his boots, then draws his legs up beneath him, and leaning in, he lowers his head, tilts it, peers up into thor's face. ]
You're brooding, Thor.
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And you? Do you truly like this place that binds us so? Or was that a lie?
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ah, the influence of this place, no doubt. loki pushes it from his mind. ]
Like? You are too generous, Thor. I said no such thing! Only that it is unwise to judge by surface alone. There is much yet that I do not know, and I'm sure there is very much more to this city than meets the eye.
[ semantics, yes. but hey, this is loki. ]
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I see.
[His hand in Loki's hair drops to his cheek, and he drags a thumb across the pink skin there before holding fondly at the back of Loki's neck. Loki is Loki. This place is this place, and they are here against it, for good or ill. Thor can't let truths like these bother him.]
[The rage has passed for now. There is tomorrow for it again, and finding the rest of the Asgardians, or else a way there. That leaves tonight for what else than enjoying Loki's company? He is brother, Asgardian, and a familiar comfort in this strange city of foreign technology that puts voices and images into their very heads.]
[His hand tightens on the back of Loki's neck, against the broken skin there, and he dwells on it for only a moment before pulling Loki to him into an embrace again.]
[His well-meaning brother, and this is what they've done. If only it really were a place of pleasure they might enjoy together and not a prison. It might not be so very different from Asgard then.]
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but thor knows him as he knows thor, and he accepts what he is given.
his price, however, seems steep. thor pulls him in again, and what option does loki have but to consent? thor is thor, and even without his godhood he is large and broad and strong. it's all right, though; loki has never been known to scorn his brother's affections, and though thor remains ever stoic loki knows that it must be a very jarring thing, to be here. loki flows like water, conforming to new circumstances with ease, agile and flexible while thor remains stalwart earth, fixed and unmoving, hard and stubborn and unforgiving. it must be a comfort, to have loki close. a reminder of home.
that isn't to say that the feeling is not mutual. loki's skinny arms close around his brother's neck, his small hands closing in his cape, his chin resting easily against the crook of his shoulder. it's an easy embrace, warm, comforting. ]
We will get through this together, you and I. As always. I hope you do not take offense when I say that I am glad to have you here with me.
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[A comfort, yes, though less Loki's sweet words and more his presence, his very existence. They have been so long together that life without his brother seems unnatural and hollow now. And while Thor misses the presence of all his family and friends, it is only Loki he worries for. He has made too many deals with death gods and goddesses, broken too many vows and forged too many enemies. If he is lost to Thor, he is lost to all. If he dies again, there may be no returning him. Least of all in this place, where Thor's powers are withheld from him.]
[For that reason, he must be careful to keep his brother unharmed. And keeping him close seems the best way to do it. The closer he is, the safer he will be.]
[There may be some other forces at work, as well, snaking insidiously into Thor's thoughts and actions through the chip that violates his mind. But if all it has him do is show his brother love, Thor can hardly argue with it. He would do the same otherwise in Asgardia, or any city else.]
[He urges Loki back by large hands on his sides, thumbs pressed to his ribs, until he is held close, but away enough to see and meet his eyes.] By the nature of this city, I am helpless to save you from harm. You must not be reckless here, Loki. Promise me you will be cautious.
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but they try. and thor tries. and loki will give him a little. ]
I am always cautious, brother. Well, almost always.
[ surely he is far more reckless than his former self had been, but he is better for it, perhaps. though in the end it spelled his doom, in the end, it ..
.. ah, well. loki raises his hands and presses them to thor's jaws, caging in his face between his cool palms and skinny fingers and loki's smile is warm, reassuring. ]
I will do the best that I can, here, but you must promise me the same. We aren't in Asgardia anymore, Thor, and you are most inconveniently without your godhood; you cannot go smashing things willy-nilly without first thinking about why you are smashing them.
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http://i47.tinypic.com/dpfe3b.png google, eh?
QUESTIONABLE. but more or less on the mark.
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fatty boombalatty
all 640 lbs of godman for your pleasure bby
and 4'4 of pale pasty skinny boy for your.. pleasure ...... ?
hot.
totally.
i need to icon fanart porn already but... canon icons.
and yet there's so much canon gay to icon.
yes, but i can only use each one so many times
HAAAAY-AAAYY-AAAY- AY AY
no. no. i h8 u.
I SAY HAY. WHAT'S GOIN AWN.
out. just get right out.
:D but im so cute.
no memes during the climax of sex logs. no.
but i cant help my whimsy.
the face i am making at your rn.
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