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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[It was the second thing she said that had him stilling, body tensing as she moved past him to go rummage in cupboards for something that wasn't there. He'd never drank much before the serum and afterwards, it would have been for taste only. And alcohol was not consumed for its taste.

Of course, if he knew what she wanted, he'd go get it for her, but he was still musing over that very open implication. Which then made him think things he probably shouldn't, so he crammed them back in his mental vault before turning to her and answering her.]

Your choice.

[Simple and the truth. Being with him wouldn't be something she'd do by choice, otherwise she wouldn't be so hellbent on throwing name after name at him.]

What are you looking for?

[Well, they were a little limited on Lindas and Sharons here. And if someone better suited for him came along, she'd happily do what she could to get them together. There was a reason she hadn't tried back home. If he knew how she viewed herself, why she couldn't have that kind of relationship with him - he'd understand. She was tainted, going so far as to see herself as a monster thanks to past life choices... Some of which weren't her own.

He deserved a chance at happiness and a family. Someone who could give him a glimpse into normal. That girl wasn't her.

Raising up from her spot in the fridge, she gives a little sigh - closing the door before letting her hands move to rest on her hips.]

My ability to choose was pretty much taken away from me the moment I was dragged here. I'm not saying it needs to happen, I'm just saying it's an option. I'm willing to help out a friend when he's in need. Steve, I don't have the same reservations about sex as you and if it means I can bypass giving them a chance to experiment on me?

[A beat.]

I'm done being someone's puppet. [She doesn't dwell on it, rather breaking her gaze him with him and lightening her tone as she looks back in cabinets she'd already searched.] And I was looking for some form of booze. I know it's a longshot, but I figured it'd be worth a try. Where's the nearest store?

[Because if they were gonna keep chatting, she was gonna need a drink.]

[He felt bad. Guilty. Like he was somehow responsible for her being here. Like they'd picked her especially because she was one of the few women, if not the only woman, he had some sort of relationship with back home. His hands lifted from his sides, like he was going to apologize to her. He wanted to. He wanted to take the blame for this somehow. If it would get her back home...

But he knew her well enough to know she'd shoot it down. Put the blame anywhere but on him. She was a little blind in that regard.]

Natasha... you know if you need anything, I'll be there. Whether it's to find you someone you want, or... whatever you need.

[Because yes, Steve firmly believed she had no interest in him whatsoever. Which was probably for the best, but... he had an ego. Even if it was a small one.]

A couple blocks away, but how about we just order it?

[He gestured to the tablet he'd left on the table when he'd been out. What? There'd been no Avengers to assemble here.]

Sorry, I don't, ah... well. You know.

[Of course, now that she was here, he was going to have to stock up.]

[And one day if they both ever decide to open up and chat, they'd have one hell of a story time dealing with what the other one thought. Right now, though? Yeah, she'd definitely shoot down an apology.

They'll cross the sexual bridge when they get there. Honestly, she's spoken her piece and it sounds like they're finally in agreement. At least for now. She'll take it.

The suggestion of ordering the booze is more than enough to distract her, already moving over to the tablet on the table. She gives a little wave of her hand when he apologizes, the other already flying over the screen and getting the order in. If she was gonna be stuck here, she might as well have booze.

With a few extra clicks, she gives an almost happy sound as she turns back to face him.]

It should be here in about 7 minutes. Maybe sooner. Y'know, I can teach you a trick or two on this thing if you want?

[He has no idea what she ordered, but he knows he's footing the bill for it. Good thing he has his wallet on him. But the offer has him coming over, a dubious expression on his face.]

Define 'trick'? I'm trying to avoid having AIs burst in here.

Nothing like that, hopefully.

[Okay - maybe she'd skip a few thing on her first day. She'd already gotten into enough with the AIs for one day.] I'd rather not have another run in with them if I can avoid it.

Please. The ones around here are generally fine, but the South Side ones are... glitchy, I think. It's like someone made a gang out of disgruntled AIs. It's better just to avoid them. They're a bit more resilient than a rock 'em sock 'em bot.

I don't know, I mean... I'd hate to see you get bored around here. It's kind of my job to keep you on your toes.

Besides, they're like perfect training dummies. [No, Natasha. No they're not.]

[The look he gave her was flat and full of 'no'.]

Natasha... don't even think about it.

What? I wasn't.

[A soft sigh escapes as she scrolls back through the tablet. Clearly Steve wasn't gonna be any fun. She had time.]

I think the groceries should be here soon.

[Ha, groceries... Liquid groceries that fully support healthy coping with awful situations.]

Why do I get the feeling you're lying? Oh, right, because you are.

[He was wise to you, Nat. But he scoffed at the mention of groceries, almost afraid to ever look in her kitchen.]

Who, me?

[And her kitchen isn't in question right now. Honestly, it's mostly empty considering she was never home save for some non-perishables. Something told her her kitchen here would probably be close to the same.

Almost as if on cue, his tablet lights up. She doesn't miss a beat passing it over to him.]

[His look was answer enough. Yes, Natasha. You.

But the tablet blipped and he gave her a stern look before going over to the door, opening it and paying for her 'groceries' before accepting them and closing and locking the door and lifting the bag at her.]

Your refreshments.

Test Drive Meme #2

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