Test Drive Meme #3

[proximods]

Proxima Test Drive

You woke up in a bright white room, disoriented and with a pain in your neck. The mirror in the room showed you a bruise, the injection site of the chip that will control your life while you're here. You have everything on you that you remember having before waking up here and you're looking to find out what's going on. The wall flickers like a screen, showing you your captors. After a brief and highly unhelpful conversation, you're let go, told to find your own way and adhere to the rules -- what little rules there are. You're trapped here on this island, under this dome, and you're about to know what it feels like to be someone's lab rat. Possible Scenarios: ΦDowntown - Whether it's the more pristine location of the City Center or the seedier South Side, your character is taking this opportunity to look around and try to make a little more sense of where they are. Do they stop in at a cafe? Take advantage of one of the 'Try one FREE' samples some stores have out for new arrivals? Or maybe they're going to talk to someone to see if they can fill them in on this place a little more. Anything goes. ΦLet's go to the beach - The Eastern Tropics always welcomes new members, hosting parties that go long into the night. Maybe your character feels like taking advantage of the surf, or maybe they just really like hot dogs. Jump in to that volleyball game over there, they can always use more players. Anything goes. ΦDr. Feelgood - Your character has arrived just in time for an experiment. Are their emotions wonky? Maybe they grew a tail or turned bright green. Or maybe everything just feels really, really good. It could be that it's not your character being affected, but someone else's and your character is completely in the dark about it and just trying to help. Anything goes. ΦCall Me - It could be your character prefers to try to do some digging or wants to meet people over the safety of their devices instead of face to face. ΦBlind Date - The scientists have set up a nice, romantic evening for you and an unexpected partner. A table with candles lit, a three course meal, and plenty of romantic music. There's no escaping, so you may as well take the time to get to know one another. ΦWild thing card - Have something specific in mind? Want to do something not listed? Go nuts. Mi meme et su meme. What do you have to do? Just pick a scenario and go wild. Please be sure to warn in your headers for any questionable or triggery content. It might be helpful to make a note as well if you're open to smutty scenarios or not, along with your preferences. As Proxima is an 18+ game, the likelihood of sexual scenarios happening is pretty high, so please remember to respect the preferences of your fellow players/potential players, and to warn as needed.

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[leekspins]

Orihime smiled awkwardly, and shook her head. "Nope. It's on the house. Oh!" she straightened. "Actually, I would appreciate your honest opinion! I'm always looking to improve my recipes and make new flavor combinations. That one is just chocolate all the way through."

Having only arrived the month before, she remembered all too well the frustration and unease upon her arrival. It was scary. And knowing what was expected of them made it even worse. Dessert didn't change any of that, but if it could help even a little, then she was determined to do what she could.

Coming around the sales counter, she drew out a chair and sat down, hands folded in front of her. "Do you know...about the nature of the experiments yet?"

Because she dreaded being the one to tell him, but if it was necessary, better that he not find out by chance or surprise.

[misterhero]

"Hmph. You say that now." His honest opinion tended to be particularly cruel in its honesty. Though at the very least, he'd try and spare her from too much of it. After all, it was free food. Reluctantly, he set his sword aside and propped it up against the counter, pulling the plate a bit closer and twirling the fork in hand. Digging into it and taking out a fair sized piece of the generous serving.

Though his mind was still very much on the stranger, her actions, and her words. Just because she seemed harmless did not mean she was. And there was still a good chance that this could all be something else.

"No." He answered plainly, hesitating for a moment. Fork hanging just in front of his lips before settling a touch away, allowing him to turn and look at her a little more intently. He had a feeling he was not going to like this. At all.

"No, I do not."

[leekspins]

"Ha ha...!" At least he had a sense of humor about it, and she appreciated that. It wasn't easy in this kind of place, she'd take whatever she could get.

But. He had to know the truth eventually. Orihime's smile faded, and she exhaled heavily. Chloe had been blunt and straightforward about it, and Orihime had appreciated that. She just hoped this guy didn't lose his temper and draw his sword to cut her head off out of sheer frustration.

"It's sexual," she said, unable to look at him. "I wasn't here for the first one. I avoided the second one by staying in my apartment for a week. But that's what they expect from us."

Orihime raised her hand to touch the side of her neck. The bruise had long since faded, but she still remembered the phantom ache. "They put a microchip inside of us that affects our chemical balance. If we try to get it out, it moves, and sometimes it'll hurt intensely."

Her gaze flicked to Jin, then fell to the table again. "I'm sorry. I wish I had something nicer to tell you."

[misterhero]

He knew it was going to be something disdainful at best when she turned away. From the way she appeared briefly before, it almost seemed like she was expecting him to react poorly. That too spoke volumes about what was truly happening here. And for the briefest of moments, that pain in the next was all too real again. Completely in his head, but no less vivid.

And yet he still couldn't have expected the answer. Not entirely. For all the mystery and ill intent dripping about this place, for it to be entirely sexual in nature was...somehow the most infuriating thing about this all.

He set the fork down entirely, fending off his stomach and relying on distrust and paranoia as he gripped at his neck and glared a hole into her head. He wanted to know if she was lying, or if she was just as much a part of all this. It all came back to the fact that she was running some damned cake shop in the middle of all this.

Sighing, he turned back to the cake, looking down at the slice impaled upon his fork. "And here you are, despite it, running a cake shop of all things." There was a tone in his voice. Blatantly accusatory. Suspicious. Before he took the fork again and brought the piece to his lips. If she was innocent, then this was a harmless cake and she was just a fool. And if she was wicked.

Well, the threat was there but unspoken, and his sword was right by his side. She would have to react, wouldn't she?

[leekspins]

"Yeah," she said quietly. Her hands stayed where they were. As for the cake? It was harmless, unless he counted large amounts of calories to be a valid threat. There were reasons, lots of them, for running a bakery. But she doubted he'd really understand them, especially if he's already made up his mind that she was a fool. Being here made her happy, and the smells reminded her of much better times. This was her own little sanctuary, and she hoped it would be as much for the other people here as well.

"To be honest...I'm not really sure what to do anymore. We've searched everywhere for a way out, but they've been really thorough. But even so... Even so..."

Her shoulders wilted. "The cake is fine. Last week, all of the fruit was tainted, and anyone who ate it got changed. So it's okay to be suspicious of food. If you're not sure, I'll eat a bite too."

[misterhero]

That was something far, far worse than the nature of the experiments. As much as he might distrust everything around him for that one moment, the idea that there was simply no way out was...the single worst piece of news he could have received one way or another. The idea that there was just no way out wasn't just infuriating, it was sickening.

Trapped. Like a rat. In a sick lab that ran sexual experiments. Now, more than ever, he rather wished she was as nefarious as his worst case impression of her seemed. Just to have that excuse to lash out.

"Hmph." He "answered", if you could call it that, before all but stabbing the fork into his mouth and aggressively pulling the piece off. She had said enough to settle his concerns, at least enough to allow himself the chance of being deceived. And in light of not having something to attack, he was going to chew the shit out of that cake.

If he realized how ridiculous he probably looked at that moment, he would have never even stepped into the place.

[leekspins]

Well...at least he was enjoying it? Somewhat? He wasn't spitting it out and flinging the plate across the room. As he fell into silence, Orihime finally lifted her eyes to study him a little closer. It was clear he was angry and frustrated. Who wouldn't be?

"...I'm Orihime," she ventured. "From Karakura Town, in the country of Japan. Ah..." She tipped to the side to make it obvious she was taking his sword into account. "You're probably from a much different world than me, ne?"

Or maybe he just really liked armor and swords. It was possible!

"Do you know how to use the tablet they gave you? It's our primary means of communicating with each other. The other people I've met here have been really kind and helpful."