gammeme | Test Drive Meme #1

She was lying back on the beach in a one piece bikini that formed to the lithe and toned body that she'd helped sculpt, perfect and keep up over the years. The purple-haired girl kept her eyes closed while she hummed at the sensations that she felt coming through the beach towel. They were a ... familiar thing, a very familiar thing in fact. It was to the point where she was both deeply irritated to feel these things again, and at the same time deeply amused by the fact that in yet another strange place she felt them.

She wasn't fighting. Oh no, there was little point in fighting those sensations. But... what was the rush?

(OOC: Teasing at the idea of an AU Canon transfer from Amat. If you don't want to deal with it for this, just PM me and we'll go with pure canon Chloe. The difference for our purposes is minimal, though if you want smut and you're a guy? AU. She won't give you the time of day from canon.)

Chloe's not the only one who's noticed it. Aphrodisiacs embedded in nature were nothing new to Lightning; wasn't the water spiked half the time or some such on Atia? It's met with a roll of her eyes, which when done end up landing on Chloe's outstretched form on the sand. Well, if Lightning was going to be stuck with anyone on a aphrodisiac-laced beach, Chloe was one on her short list she'd choose to be stuck with.

So over she strolls to her, donned in a bikini as well, though her bottom half is covered with a towel. She stops when she's a few feet away from Chloe, turning to face the ocean.

"You feel it, too?"

She heard the woman's voice while she was padding closer and Chloe didn't open her eyes. A hand rested on a tiny bulge in the towel, one that was recognizable easily as her current place to conceal a knife. But, when she heard Lightning, her reaction was to let the hand shift away and smile with mild familiarity.

Her voice took on a faintly sultry quality and her legs rubbed together while she shifted, arching her backs. "They're as bad as that bitch was," she breathed out. "At least they're not choking us. Did you cut your collar free the moment you had a chance?"

One eye opened a fraction. The look she was giving Lightning was not innocent, and she was not hiding her interest. But, did she ever anymore?

Most people might be surprised by that movement, by the bulge she's trying to cover. The quick and curious ones might even ask what it is. Lightning, however, knows better. She can guess, and she knows it won't be used on her.

And she also knows when Chloe is turned on. Not that she's hiding it, no. She's used to it enough by now that she just shakes her head, resolute to ignore it for the time being. The aphro hasn't gotten to her nearly as much as it has Chloe; to be fair, she's hardly been on the beach as long.

"Of course I did, once I got my hands on a knife. Cut it off, stomped on it, tore it up, and then had Johnny burn it to a crisp." A pause and a smile. "It felt good. Prefer the chip over it, that's for certain."

It didn't help even a speck that Chloe had been on that damned island enough to become very slightly addicted to the whole experience of sex. Defying their current masters was not high on her list of things to do right now. She might come to the conclusion that she needed to soon enough, but there was no hurry. One of the biggest issues she'd had with Atia just didn't seem to exist here.

Her lips curled upwards in a smile while she closed her eyes again and motioned languidly to a space near her if Lightning wanted to set out a towel and relax. "Two snips for me. I didn't want to lose the symbol of Thanatos. Sentimental value, of course," she said almost idly. "I wouldn't be quite so quick to judge this chip of theirs, though. I'm quite sure they'll manage to anger us soon enough with it."

As bad of an idea as it probably is, Light will take Chloe up on her offer. She unwraps the towel from her waist and unfolds it next to her. She does, wisely, set it up a couple feet away from Chloe. And given how potent the sand is, Light consciously sits up as much as she can, to limit her contact to the sand as much as possible.

"Oh, I'm sure the chip will be as problematic as the collars were. But they're a lot less... imposing. And like you said, not choking is pretty damn nice. Call me vain, but I prefer to choose what accessories I have to wear." Her tone is as dry as the sand underneath them. "But what will you do with yourself here, with no Thanatos to serve?"

"I was actually thinking of getting a job with the police," she said, settling onto her side and looking over at Lightning with a bemused grin plastered all over her face. "I will always be who I was. But, I am beginning to think that maybe this is enough of a clean start that I could use it as a chance to escape some of my old habits. Maybe trying to be the law of the land would help."

She laughed even as she said it, her hand patting some of that problematic, all-too-hot sand and eyes closing. "More likely, though, I will find some seedy little place to sling booze from. I have no idea what these robots even want, after all. It's almost like we're going through the motions of a society."

Now that? That legitimately surprises Lightning. And for a moment it shows in the way her brow shoots up, eyes slightly widened before she composes herself. Still, there's a hint of an approving smile in her lips.

"You know, I was hoping you'd say that. About starting over with a clean slate, I mean. Law enforcement might help with that. Little harder to break the law when you're supposed to be upholding it. If you're serious about it upholding it, anyway. Corrupt cops do exist." What Chloe does is up to her, but that isn't to say Light won't try and nudge her in the right direction. "But hey, we could use a seedy bar, too."

She nodded in agreement about the robots. "That... unsettles me. Makes me miss the natives from Atia. At least you knew you were talking to a real person. This just feels like a set up."

Honestly, she was a little surprised at the suggestion, but the limited amount of jobs definitely made it a much more viable option than she'd originally thought it would be. The very idea of performing criminal activities or 'hits' for an AI just seemed...weird to her.

"There's a few ways I could start clean. Who I was, it is who I was. Here there isn't anything which makes me that person, and I think I have just enough... perspective to know that I shouldn't be her again, much less who I became on that island." She sighed, glancing away. "Not that I plan to completely behave, mind you. Old habits do die hard."

The topic of the robots caused her to frown more, though. "It does. They're sort of aware, but I don't know that I can feel the same kind of sympathy for them I did the natives."

"Chloe if you ever decided to completely behave, I would probably die of a heart attack." For better or for worse, her friend was not the most law-abiding of people. Light has long since accepted that about Chloe. But the fact that she wants to start clean and not go down the same path as she did on Atia is enough. To Light, you can't ask for more than that from a person.

"They're programs. I wouldn't wish harm on them and I wouldn't deliberately harm them without cause, but it's not like they have free will. I don't think, anyway. I'm sure whoever runs this city programmed them a particular way." Atia was home for the natives there. The robots here... did they even have a concept of home? "Not to mention they're less helpful than the natives were."

"Be careful, Lightning. There's a part of me that would love to make your heart skip a beat, you know," Chloe said in the sort of tone of voice that said no, she was never going to change deep down. She was, at the least, grinning away and giggling as she said it. "And, no. I don't think that I'd want to harm them either, but you're right. They are... considerably less useful than the natives were."

Not to mention that can be taken in a variety of ways, none of which are lost on her. "Be still my heart, while it seizes up and kills me." But she'll pass it off as a joke, anyway, since it is rather humorous. She shakes her head, leaning back on her towel and glancing over at Chloe again. "It also complicates things in another way. For all that Atia was a bitch, you could tell she cared about her people to some degree. I think there was only so far she'd go before her games put them at too much risk. But here, that doesn't exist. I doubt these scientists are going to care a lot about what happens to these robots."

Thankfully, she'd mostly meant it as a joke, though she knew damned well the different ways what she said could be taken. Smirking at her, she listened and nodded attentively. Everything Lightning was saying was true, and it was written all over her features.

"You know, it's nice to have you around again. So few sensible people about all this. Rail and argue, but they don't pay attention to little details. You're right. We're something in a petri dish to these people. Nothing more. It's ... something to be aware of."

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brandedrose - 2015-07-25 19:58 (UTC) - Expand

Hermione had locked herself up in her room for several days, not really entirely sure of how to face this new island. If it had just been Atia that plagued her, she could have pushed through it. The memories were rough, but they had been manageable. Curses had become rather par for the course. Even the war, while it had left her scarred, had been something she could eventually try to move passed.

It was what came after it, when she'd been dragged beneath the water, that had left her so broken. The years she'd spent with Poseidon, the torture beyond any imagination. It had left her more hollow inside than ever before. She was only just starting to adjust to the idea of being around people again, of being able to handle face to face conversations, and being thrust onto the beach with everyone was hardly good for her mental state.

Left in a bikini, of course, exposed to the world, she didn't feel safe. The familiar, the comfortable, that was what she needed. And it was because of that that she naturally drifted to Chloe, trying to not be awkward as she went to sit down next to her, pulling her knees to her chest, not saying a word.

Chloe opened one eye when she heard someone come close. She had 'escaped' the horror of those years, but she'd never stopped worrying about how things had ended, how Hermione had just disappeared beneath the waves and her communicator had gone silent. She'd always feared and suspected that Poseidon had taken her friend. Looking at her, she couldn't help wondering, worrying.

But she couldn't say it.

Starting to get up and scoot in close, she rested a hand up very close to where Hermione sat, looking at her with concern. "Do you want to get out of here?" she said, ignoring some of the urge to wrap her arms around her friend.

At the very least, she didn't tense when Chloe came closer, though her eyes flickered to her hand as though to try and scan whether it was too close for comfort. She didn't move away, simply staring at her hand, remembering the touches. The way that they had brought her comfort once. She tried to focus on that, trying to focus on the good instead of the horrid memories.

"Yeah," she muttered, barely audible. "That'd be nice." She went to stand up, brushing the sand off her legs as she did so.

As she started to stand, Chloe rose with her. For once, she wasn't admiring Hermione's body. She wasn't making snide little comments. She didn't need to. They both knew that she would curl her up and do so many things to her. But, not now. Right now, she wanted to see the light back in the witch's eyes, to take her away from the ocean and the waves.

"Let's... let's go somewhere away from here," she whispered, leaning in with a towel draped over her shoulder. "Maybe we could disappear into a hotel somewhere, drink ourselves senseless."

There was the softest of smiles, one that didn't quite reach her eyes, but it was better than nothing. Her hands went to grip the edges of the towel, pulling it tightly around herself, using it as an almost comfort blanket to try and ease the anxiety she knew was coursing through her. Maybe it was the sound of the waves or the smell of the sea salt, but something was making her stomach churn in unpleasant knots.

"You think they'll let us?" She finally glanced over to her, eyebrows raised slightly. "I mean, if they want us on the beach, it's possible that they won't let us leave it."

Her hand almost instinctively went back to the place where she felt the little bump in her neck while her gaze went to the same point on Hermione. She fidgeted and then turned along the coastline, breathing in carefully. "You're right. They're probably as horrible as she was. We can't just get away. Maybe... maybe we could get to a spot further from the water."

She wanted to be out of sight of the water suddenly. Maybe there was a little cover just out of sight. It wouldn't take the sounds away, but it would take the sight. "Wish I brought a hip flask with me."

She nodded in agreement, going to start to head up and in on the coast, looking for some kind of cover that would at least shelter them from the ocean. Out of sight, out of mind, maybe. Swallowing roughly, she felt her fingers flex a few times, trying to decide what it was she wanted. Some part of her wanted some sort of physical contact, but a larger part of her wasn't sure she could handle it right then. She fought back and forth with herself, before a shaking hand went to loop her pinky with one of Chloe's.

It was a start.

"We can drink later. When this is all over. I'm sure I'll still be up for it."

The walk wasn't going to be that long. Chloe was dead sure that she'd seen a place that would be at least tolerable, set behind tufts of ugly grass on rougher sand with just enough height to obscure the sight of that damned ocean. Soon enough, they'd be free of that insuferable thing. When she felt the shaky hand reach for hers, her pinky locked and gripped tightly.

She walked, keeping herself between the ocean and her friend, laughing hollowly. "I think we both will, for the rest of our lives. I'm surprised I haven't become a lush at times," she managed. "Do you ... do you have a place to stay yet?"

Hermione kept her eyes on the sand as they continued, sometimes almost seeming like she was gazing off into space rather than fully paying attention to her surroundings. Chloe's words were what kept her in the moment and she shook her head gently at the question.

"I'm looking into their free housing, but it doesn't seem like the kind of neighborhoods you want to live alone in."

"Yes, well you aren't alone." She said it firmly, the implied offer very clear in her tone. Even if someone inconvenient to this arrived, she could still see to it that Hermione had safe housing. It was important to her to see her friend cared for. Once they were out of sight of the ocean, she started to set a blanket down, looking up at Hermione.

"But I agree. Those are my sorts of neighborhoods, not yours. We could get you a job at the library maybe and disappear into some little place nobody would care about. Or if you want free... I could join you. Make sure there's no trouble."

The relief on her face was clear when they managed to find a place, going to help with the blanket before sitting herself down on it. She kept herself close to Chloe, even if not quite touching anymore, and took a deep breath.

"You've always been the one to make me feel safe, haven't you, Chloe?" An ironic statement, really, considering all the things that they'd been through and the sort of person that Chloe was known for being. But it was a true one. There had never been many people who went out of their way to protect her, but she always had.

"I do whatever I can for the people I love," Chloe said, settling herself beside Hermione. Her hand strayed near, but not quite touching the witch just yet. She wanted to be close, where she could do whatever it was that Hermione might have requested, regardless of what that might have been. She tried to offer her a reassuring smile.

"In a place like this, we have to take the small comforts that we can, whatever they might be. I'm... I'm glad to have you here." Because, looking at her friend, no matter how terrible this place became, it couldn't compare to what she'd escaped.

Test Drive Meme #1

Chloe | Noir (AU) | Open

gimme your AU I want all of it

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you son of a bitch

I apologize for nothing!

YOU WOULDN'T

I'm such an awful person.

you are, but i still love you.

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