gammeme | Test Drive Meme #2

You wake up in a closet. It's a nice enough one, clearly owned by someone with a large bedroom and too many clothes. There's a dim light on but no switch to make it brighter. As your eyes adjust and you come to the realization that this is probably not a dream, you notice you aren't alone. Locked in the closet with you is (at least) one other person who seems just as confused and disoriented as yourself.

On the door, you can both see a list with a possibly familiar title and a familiar set of rules; Seven Minutes In Heaven. The door will be locked for a probably very long seven minutes and it will not open no matter how much you try to force it. In the closet air is a hefty dose of aphrodisiacs that might be clouding your normal judgement. The longer you wait, the more you want to give in to the game.

Will they really let you out when the seven minutes are done? Or will the countdown start all over again until you consent? Only waiting will tell.

EDIT: Aphrodisiacs are OPTIONAL, not required. Also feel free to make your own scenarios, themes are merely for those wanting an idea.

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Worst thing I've had to deal with flew. I'd prefer not to repeat it.

[Chitauri were a pain in the ass, although these AIs were working their way right up the list. There's a little chuckle at the flick of the ice dagger, something she'd prefer to never have to be on the receiving end of.

Although that's all chucked out the window at the mention of Thor. It has her stilling for a brief moment, head cocking slightly.]

That's him. Are you from one the other 9 realms he talked about? Maybe... [Oh what the hell was the name of the one with the Frost Giants?] Jotunheim?

Flyers? [She made a face.] If there's anything I'd rather not deal with, it's flying trouble. The few tricks I've picked up do no good against things I can't reach. No matter how strong you are, a dagger will only fly so far.

[She shrugged and went to the roof access door, leaning against it so she could listen, just in case their friends came up that way. The question made her purse her lips and frown for a second, considering before shaking her head.]

We met in another strange place like this... an island called Amat. It's where I picked these tricks up. I doubt it was one of his realms, or this is either.

Giant, nasty things - I don't recommend it.

[And as someone who was also limited to the ground, it was annoying. It was also incredibly true, you were only as strong as your weapons.]

Amat... Thor never mentioned it. [Well, time to add that to the list of places making Earth seem smaller and smaller. She pauses for a moment to look behind her, a sound catching her ear. Not all that eager to double back and check it out, she instead picks up her pace hoping her new acquaintance got the memo.]

I will take your word for it. I've seen enough strange things with powers to know that I prefer not to deal with them if I can help it. [She grunted in irritation and shrugged. The other was easy to answer.] And I doubt he would. That's how it was in that place. The goddess would steal us away from our worlds. We'd leave, come back and remember nothing of our stay there.

She was a cruel little witch.

[Seeing Natasha continue on, she followed along. The memo was easy enough to catch. As the two of them moved, she glanced over her shoulder and grunted.]

Persistent today, aren't they? care to visit my home? It's a little... hard for them to get into. [For no other reason than the building's first floor was basically a condemned, broken mess. Getting in required gymnastics.]

[Yeah, if the Chitauri ever show up here, there were gonna be bigger problems than an inescapable dome. The place she was describing sounded like it shared some eerily similar details to this one, kidnapping people for unknown reasons.]

I'm sorry you went through that.

[She could relate in more ways than she'd currently care to share. Natasha does let a hint of empathy enter her voice, not something she tended to do in conversations with people she barely knew. But, this wasn't really a normal situation. At the suggestion of a safe spot, she all but jumps on the opportunity - wanting to lay low and have a chance to grab whatever info she could about this place. It'll be fun, right? Sure.]

Lead the way.

[Always nice to be invited into someone's house rather than having to break in.]

It's no better here. Don't feel sympathy for me. You're in the middle of the same crap here. [She said it with a nasty little chuckle. After all, there she'd been forced to have sex. Here, she was forced to have sex. Just the same, only different in styles.

Nodding quickly, she made her way to the edge of the building and jumped downwards off of the ledge. A glance downwards would show a metal bar there between the buildings, some old metal scaffolding that she caught, flipped around and jumped into a landing on. It was in human range certainly, but ... did people normally make jumps off of buildings like that? Given the way she smiled? She did.]

[She could say something to that - give a little quip of her own but they're not anywhere near where she and Steve are. So, she keeps it to herself - lets the other woman think that she's never been in a situation like this, at the mercy of someone else's whims. It could come in handy later.

Besides, she's way more intrigued by her next series of movements. Now this was more like it. Her lips purse slightly as her head tilts to the side, giving a little shrug before following off the building. Her movements are relatively silent, landing like a cat with a trademark smirk on her face.]

I like your style.

No frost for a bit. I don't want to leave them a trail they can follow.

[She smirked back, winking, and as the two of them moved she began to take Natasha on a merry little parkour joyride. It became apparent where she was headed after they'd gone from one building to another and around a corner. It wasn't more than a block or so away from the other building, but the entire first floor was a visible wreck, with broken masonry and ruined asphalt destroying obvious entry. It would probably eventually be demolished, when someone got around to it. However, like so many old, derelict buildings, it was forgotten and tomb-like.

The entry was into a fifth story window, accessible only through an old, ugly tree or actually scaling the wall. A few more flips and she was lunging into the room and rolling to a stop. If the damned 'bots followed them here, it would be a miracle.]

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Test Drive Meme #2

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