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proxima gamma mods ([personal profile] proximods) wrote in [community profile] gammeme2015-08-14 05:09 pm
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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.
leekspins: (Surprised - A Little)

[personal profile] leekspins 2015-08-24 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Orihime hesitated. It was a dangerous game, trying to figure out how much he knew, while he surely did the same. If he had indeed been pulled from the same point in time as she was, and had donned this old guise to better fit in with the others, then the game was up. He could easily kill her if he thought she might risk exposing his true colors.

On the other hand, he really might not have recognized her. She could only hope that was the case. ...Now she just had to figure out how to answer his question without revealing herself.

"Ah...I met one once. I wasn't supposed to, so he showed me some sort of candy dispenser. I think he wanted to erase my memory, but it didn't work so well." She smiled awkwardly, nervously. That much, at least, wasn't a lie. "I was afraid you might try to do the same."
luz_traidora: (Beware the dark side)

[personal profile] luz_traidora 2015-08-24 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ahh... I see... Yes, I see...." Aizen chuckled softly as she explained herself, her very obviously nervous nerves around him... "No, no, my dear girl; I shan't do anything of the kind to you." He smiled again upon her, reassuringly, gently, almost as if he had some hope of charming this young woman into "bed"-- or at least, under the damned dresses inside this God-forsaken (ha; as if the entire earth were not so God-forsaken!) closet... He then thought better of smiling, even though she really was a pretty girl, but still-- he was supposed to be a Shinigami, an utterly sexless being, after all, and thus: he shouldn't really be smiling at the thought of being trapped in a closet with this pretty young woman for "Seven Minutes of "Heaven"", even if it was supposed to be Heaven! Not his version of Heaven, at least-- though of course, in reality, he really was so desperate to get into this young woman's panties, to explore what else was... unique about her, other than her apparent knowledge of Shinigami.

He grimaced apologetically instead, as he considered the damned sign upon the door. "So.... Seven Minutes in Heaven, eh? I mean-- not that I don't know Heaven intimately, already, of course..." He forced a small, nervous laugh of his own, still play-acting, naturally enough.
leekspins: (Behind?!)

[personal profile] leekspins 2015-08-25 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ha ha, that's a relief...!" She didn't know if she could keep this up. By now she knew there was no real warmth or humor in that false smile of his. He wore it as a mask, just one more tool to manipulate people into behaving the way he wanted for the sake of his plans.

Orihime stiffened, attention called back to the sign on the door. Her head whipped around to stare at the sign, and the dread was nearly overwhelming. Was this really the only way out? She would rather starve to death!

But if she refused, he would be suspicious, and her true feelings would be bared. She knew it was a simple matter. They had to do little more than keep their lips pressed together for seven minutes. But the idea of kissing the man who had tried to destroy her home and all of her friends, the man who had tried to strike down the person she loved most, was completely revolting. Goosebumps prickled over her arms and legs. What if he wanted more than that?

What if the chip made her want it too?

"It's...it's a childish game!" she laughed, trying to hide her unease as shyness and embarrassment. "It isn't really how I thought my first kiss would go, to be honest."

To say the least.