Test Drive Meme #2

[proximods]

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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[leekspins]

Orihime nodded. She was smiling, but she was intensely embarrassed for the both of them. He hadn't asked for this, and she certainly hadn't either. It definitely wasn't the way she thought her first kiss would be, but she'd already accepted this sort of eventuality the moment she'd learned why they were brought to the island.

Besides, if she had to kiss anybody, she was glad that it would be someone who seemed kind.

"Sorry," she said, her head bobbing in apology. "I know it isn't ideal. It's just that kind of place." She mistook his reluctance to mean that he just wasn't interested, and that was understandable. "We can sit down and wait to see if they change their minds, if you like."