gammeme | Test Drive Meme #2

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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.

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Kat was not exactly pleased by this situation. Waking up in places you didn't belong had better not start becoming a habit. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Kat tucks her legs beneath her and feels around in the dark. Anything - a nail or a screw might help her slowly wedge the door loose right?

It was all she had.

She couldn't physically leave this place otherwise, right? This was a better option than any. That is - until she realizes she's not alone. Her eyes are adjusting to the darkness and she sees someone else stirring on the other side of the closet. Her hand moves to her spray can, however useless that would be in defense. There was squirrel semen among other things and while that wouldn't help as a way to blind her new "friend" it would certainly make them smell very bad.

"Who are you?" she asks warily, straining to make them out in the dark. If they made sudden moves they'd be getting a spray can to the face - assuming she found their face. It might be an empty threat - she wasn't exactly in the business of hurting strangers.

Edited 2015-08-14 22:30 (UTC)

"Chloe."

The voice came from someone who could see Kat just fine, and who guessed by the way the girl was facing that she couldn't see her in turn. She shifted her weight, keeping angled just right in case the can that the young woman was reaching for was actually pulled out. For now, though, she was in no hurry. She could feel just the slightest tingle, and it sent shivers down her spine, memories, thoughts of a hooded girl pressed to the nearest wall, of the voice she'd just heard making all kinds of sound. Thoughts... that she repressed.

"Relax. I won't touch you." She... didn't actually need to. She had other tricks.

Her hand relaxes over the top of her spray can just slightly, staring down at her lap as she runs through all the scenarios of this situation in her head. She didn't know what was going on or why she was here. She was completely caught off guard by all of this.

"Kat. My name is Kat." The other girl hadn't asked for her name but she still felt she owed it to her after her initial suspicions. "What is this place...?"

It wasn't limbo and it wasn't anywhere familiar, or at least she thought so. Not only that but the air felt heavy here and it felt as if the tension in her was slipping away rather quickly. In the back of her mind she might be able to describe it as a subtle shift, like warm breath on her skin.

"Any ideas of how we get out of here, Chloe?" she asks, eyebrows raising at how she sounded almost breathless by the time she said her name. What is this place?

"Oh, I have a good idea," Chloe said, chuckling softly as she saw the girl starting to relax some. Resting up against the wall, she watched the other woman, observing her reactions with each step in the conversation. She couldn't help the feel of a giggle in her speech. Hate it or love it, she found it devilishly amusing.

"You and I were drugged by a group of perverts in white lab coats and locked in this room until we do what they want." She shrugged. "I'm in no hurry to obey them." Though, when she did? She had every intention of enjoying herself.

"Right..." Was that giggling supposed to make her feel at ease? It certainly didn't help any of her internal struggling with this situation. She had better stay on her side of the closet, just to be safe.

"Why, though? Why us?" Her heart hammered in her chest just slightly as the anxiety of the situation settled over her. Was this closet just stuffy or was it getting hotter in here? Either way, she twists to one side, trying to feel around some more and find a means of escape. Shifting a bit more, Kat moves to her knees, finding the edge of the wall with nothing to show for it.

"Do yourself a little favor, Kat. Take some cloth, wrap it around your mouth. I can hear you just fine. I can feel what they're putting in the air," she said, having ample experience in dealing with it. She could resist the stuff better. And she wanted the other girl more aware ... at least when it started.

"I don't know why you, or even me. They're awful little men, and none of us knows. I only know what they want." She shrugged, reaching up and giving the door a tentative rattle, so Kat could tell it wasn't opening.

As soon as she was aware, she was up on her feet. No small part of her was already running a hundred miles an hour at why, nevermind where and how. With all the shenanigans, both jovial and tragic, that had been faced and overcome in The World, she was on red alert when it came to blacking out and waking up somewhere else. Some small part of her head was already nagging away, taunting her for having been felled and put into another coma.

And then she saw the instructions. And stared at them blankly for a few long moments.

"What...?" She murmured in a low, flat tone. Just thrown off enough not to be angry or flustered. And just distracted enough not to entirely realize there was someone else in there with her. But definitely focused enough to realize just how outlandish and, well, lewd it was. Rearing back and raising an arm in front of herself like it was some kind of shield.

And then aiming a sharp kick at the door. "OH HELL NO!"

Sadly, the only cloth she has is her clothes. Her hoodie might work? And yet that would be strange... but what would be stranger would be if whatever it is they've drugged them with made her sick and she did nothing to prevent it.

"Are you sure that will work? If it's airborne I've already inhaled it." And she did feel incredibly warm all of a sudden. Was that a symptom? She didn't know one way or another. The door knob rattle smacks her back down to Earth with the knowledge that they were stuck here. "Right. Pervert scientists. So what? If we just... do what they want then they'll let us go?"

Yes, because that was about to happen.

"It builds up," Chloe said softly, shrugging and smiling to herself at the memory of aphrodisiacs in the past. So many different possibilities, different ways that the chemicals would work in her. "But you're probably just holding back the inevitable."

A little chuckle. "Go home? No, only when they're completely done with us. Leave the closet? Probably. You might not like what they want, though."

Now that? That was a familiar voice. A very familiar voice. It woke her up right as she heard the kick, and she smacked her lips, wondering if she'd been dreaming another nightmare of some past soul, some past sin. But, in the dark she could see, seeing Alkaid there completely, she just... smiled, slowly getting to her feet and moving with as much stealth and swiftness as she could to try and wrap her arms around her from behind, lips near the ears.

"And here I thought they never gave me anything nice..." She really didn't care if Alkaid remembered, at least not right now.

The fact that the door didn't buckle was annoying. The fact that she could very pointedly feel the door shaking, feel the impact in her foot and shooting up her leg, however, put her on the coldest ice she had ever felt. The World was a pretty goddamn immersive game, but this was another tier. This was something else all together.

Setting her foot down, she stared downwards in bewilderment before raising and pulling her arm back, preparing to punch the door. "This isn't fun-" Her train of thought wasn't so much derailed as it was flung from the track by a vicious storm when she felt those arms around her, breath at her ear.

Actually felt them. Oh and felt them. And then THAT kind of statement from...there was so much 'what' at that moment that she actually didn't know what to do. Save for slowly turn her head to try and see just who it was.

"Pretty little Chika," Chloe whispered, her memory holding onto that one screwed up part of their past, the sharing of her real name. Her lips brushing at the red-head's ear while she started to turn. Oh, her arms were curling tightly, even though she let the woman turn. There, hints of purple in the dark, pale lips curled up into a nasty little smile that showed just a hint of pearly white teeth. And the sensation of the woman's giggles ran through her back.

"Where oh where have you been, my precious Chika?" Her fingers started to meander to the edges of the girl's waist, grip tightening as she waited to feel the struggles she was certain were about to come.

A nightmare.

That was what she was pretty sure she was in. As she stared back with eyes wide as plates. Stared into wicked lips with purple dotting her voice. Listening to those wicked lips hum her name so familiarly. So possessively. Like some kind of gremlin out of a book cherishing some trinket it came across once. It explained it all so well. Why she was in this form, why this frightening individual knew her name, the bizarre listing of rules on the door. The feeling of...

Wait. Feeling. Oh her brain could not process this right now.

The tightened grip made her eyes twitch, and then she did the only thing she could think to do. Shake this crazy person the hell off of her! "Get off me!" She shouted, suddenly wanting nothing more than some serious distance. ...well, as serious as the closet could give her.

When she tried to squirm away, Alkaid was definitely the stronger of the two of them. She always had been. However, Chloe was agile and nimble and incredibly good at twisting her body acrobatically. And, in that tight little space, getting away wasn't going to be so easy as simply shaking her off. As she tried to twist away, Chloe was aiming to get her wedged up in the process into a corner, her grin widening.

"So cold, Chika. So very cold," she whispered. "But I can be cold too you know..." And, as she spoke, both of their breaths started to mist and chill, the air dropping considerably in temperature while the aphrodisiacs continued to flow. As the chill mounted, the only warmth in that chamber was Chloe's body.

Chloe had technique and know how. Alkaid had a frantic desire to be anywhere else in all of eternity from that one spot. No amount of strength was going to tip the balance in her favor. She threw as much into it as she could, trying to shake the creeper off. Only to find herself getting fixed deeper in, and more against her.

"Stop using that name, and get the hell off me already!" She was deaf to her meaning as she tried harder to shake her off, starting to reach back and swing her arms to push her off. At least until she realized a couple of things. One, it was getting cold. She could see her breath misting in there. See THEIR breath misting in there. That alone was rather...chilling.

But the next ones came without pun. Because in her current state of attire, she could feel that cold all over. Exposed skin quickly beginning to show goosebumps, and a shudder that she couldn't rightly fight or stop. "How is this...ah?" There it was. What was cold was one thing. What was warm was another. She felt those things naturally enough, sure. But that was in real life. Not in game.

"You b-better start...t-talking..." She practically growled, trying to keep from sinking into that warmth. Teeth chattering and face as red as her hair. She'd gone from squirming to shuddering, to freezing. And at this point she just wanted some clarity or something.

"No, Chika," she whispered as the world around them started to take on frost. The air was drying as a result, the moisture freezing all along the edges of the walls. She felt none of the pain of it, none of the ill effects. It was, after all, her cold. And she could make it so that the barely sub-zero temperatures were bitter and dangerous... unless Chika was pressed up close and flush against her. There, there was enough warmth that she wouldn't get hypothermia.

"I'll call you Alkaid for the others if you really want that again, but when it's just us? It's Chika. You can lie and tell them you're Alkaid, you're the demon empress, or whatever you want. I'll lie for you, but when it's just us? You're just Chika. My Chika." She was giggling, pushing back against the attempts to press her off and get a bit of space. "I'll tell you everything you need to know. But there's a toll, a price for information. You have to stop being so cold to me."

She knew the door wouldn't open if something didn't happen. She knew, and she was abusing it. Freezing temperatures, aphrodisiacs. The girl struggling against her would feel lips touching her neck, teasing at her skin, brushing over goosebumps. Yes, she wasn't fighting fair and she didn't care one bit. Chika was hers again, and she wasn't letting go.

There were a lot of questions going through her mind. The most prominent one though just kept repeating. Echoing endlessly in her head as the cold became sharp and bitter. Her breaths getting louder as the mists grew more plain. The closet was turning into an ice locker. And every time another question entered her head, the next was a panicked, frantic, and furious 'what?!'.

As her warmth became the only thing she knew outside the cold, her words froze the insides of her ears, mind and soul and picked away at it. Flip flopping between the terror of this person knowing so much, desiring so much, and then to concepts she couldn't grasp. Who were these people, why would she lie...

She shuddered her fiercest yet as her terror and rage knit face, flushed as red as it ever could from the blatant forwardness and intent, let slip a far less intimidating noise. Her head shot forward as lips brushed her neck, just shy of smashing against the closet as they did.

"I don't even know you..." And yet, it was becoming increasingly less important. She was so cold and this mysterious, wicked woman just...every touch was definitively not.

"You'll remember," she whispered, pressing her body up against Alkaid. One hand reached back and she started to pull her own top off and over her head. The sound of it and a pair of bandoliers dropping to the ground filled the frozen world, and as soon as she pressed in again fully, the heat of her body was there, offering her the safety of the cloak draping all around her and a flaming difference from the freezing world around them.

She accepted quickly that Alkaid didn't recognize her voice, but it didn't really matter to her. In fact, there was a good side. The damage Larxene had done, some of the things she'd done, they weren't there. No, what she was doing now? It wasn't good, but there were things she could avoid doing entirely. If Alkaid refused, she told herself she'd take no for an answer, but damned if she wouldn't make it ... appealing to say yes.

"My name is Chloe, Chika. And, right now I am your only friend. I'll tell you whatever you want to know... and all I want is to touch you, to feel your skin soft against mine once again. Let me take you to heaven..."

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[Well, this was new. She'd seen a lot of interesting things between SHIELD and Stark, but a dome with the technology to rip people from their worlds all in the name of science? There were some crazy things out in the world, but this was madness.

Keen eyes scan the projected sky as she roams through the City Center. She makes mental note of any cameras she spots, scrolling through the network on her device to see who else might be here from home. Weaknesses are her next target, mapping things out with escape routes in mind should things take a turn for the worst.

She keeps her expression as neutral as possible, she makes a point to dip in and out of any store or coffee shop she can find. She could worry about how she woke up and what the hell was in her neck later. Joys of her training was prioritizing and compartmentalizing and putting emotions off to the side.

After weaving her way through the town enough to have her bearings, she doubles back into the most open coffee shop she'd spotted - grabbing a cup and offering a smile to anyone she sees. It's easy enough to shift gears and grab as much info as she can in the least painful way possible. It helps that she's pretty and knows how to use it.

Finding an occupied table, she politely waves and bites her lower lip.]

Is this seat taken?

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[Natasha had either missed or intentionally ignored the warnings about the southern part of the city, curiosity getting the best of her. It was a strange thing, the lack of police presence around here. It should have been her first warning, but she'd never done well at being told not to do something.

It had been going rather smoothly, at least until she'd unintentionally kicked the hornet's nest and earned a nice follower. He wasn't human, that much she'd figured out when she'd thrown a knife and it had barely made a scratch. This felt like New York all over again and she wasn't a fan. She knew when she was outmatched, running and looking for the best spot to win back the upper-hand.

Rounding another corner, she hugs it tightly and grips the wall to anchor herself as she pushes against it for leverage to give herself a little air, her momentum carry her into a take down maneuver she tended to opt for when dealing with a stronger opponent. If she can incapacitate him long enough to safely get away, it could be the difference between life and death.

Pulling another knife out from under her leather jacket, she searches for a weak point hoping that he might at least have a main vein or something she could hit to slow him down. She wasn't gonna waste time trying to figure out just how close to humans they were - not when she only had one chance to get this right. Jamming the knife into his neck after using his momentum to take him to the ground, she doesn't stick around to see if it actually did anything.

Don't mind her as she sprints through streets, trying to at least give everyone she sees a heads up that there's a pissed off thing possibly heading this way.]

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[Feel free to find her on the beach or maybe checking out one of the sections of the island. You might even catch her trying to hack one of the cameras.]

Edited 2015-08-15 05:59 (UTC)

[No, she wasn't the only one who spent time in places that sensible people should have thought better about frequenting. As she was rising from the collapsed form of the AI, there was a sound of someone twisting and spinning on a bar above her head. An acrobatic maneuver caused a figure to land hard on a small catwalk just above her head, where a fire-escape ladder stood, still locked in place. A kick, and the young purple haired thing winked as the ladder came down with a clatter.]

Making friends are we, red?

[No, she had no idea who Natasha was. It was simply a convenient nickname. The young woman looked to be in her twenties and athletic on a level that just seemed beyond what was natural, as she leaped upwards and began scrambling up the fire escape faster than she would have on the steps.]

If you're going to follow, be a dear and close the ladder on your way up.

[Steve didn't live in the south part of town, but he did find himself strolling through it on occasion, some need to make sure trouble was kept to a minimum driving him to peek in on the 'bad part' of his new location. The fact that a city like this had a bad part was telling in and of itself, but that didn't stop him from the occasional pass-by or walk through.

It seemed timing was key, as he was currently just finishing one up when he heard sounds of a pursuit, saw a flash of red that had him frowning, then the form of an AI following after. He was just on the edge of an alcove, watching Natasha -- Natasha? goddammit, Natasha, running by, an AI with a knife in its neck following after her. He was part relieved to see her and resigned that he'd see her with something trying to kill her. She certainly knew how to make friends.

He waited until she just finished passing him, stepping out of the cover of the alcove and pulling his shield out from behind him, whipping it around towards the AI. Between the android's momentum and Steve's, the shield managed to get itself lodged in a metallic chest, Steve's follow through driving it into the wall beside the alcove. There was a painful sounding twist of metal and a few sparks, then the automaton stilled, head lolling to the side. He reached for the knife in its neck, pulling it out before bracing a foot on it to wrench his shield free.

Then he turned to see if the other Avenger had kept running or was anywhere near enough to follow after.

Dames... can't take them anywhere.]

A girl should always make friends wherever she goes.

[And she's been called worse, in fact the nickname doesn't even phase her. The response is quickly fired off as she doesn't even hesitate to swing onto the ladder, landing a well-placed kick to the AI trying to grab her ankle.

It's a quick ascension and a little creativity to keep the thing off the ladder as she pulls it up. While she's not sure that'll keep it down there for long, it might be enough to give them a chance.

The acrobatic moves are followed once Natasha's sure the ladder's up - giving a little laugh.]

I take it you have a little experience dealing with these things?

She hadn't dared to look back again since getting twisted around into the corner of the closet. Some small part of her half expected to see a frigid demon of some sort, bemused expression twisted onto her face. So when she heard the sound of things dropping just behind her, somehow even more poignant in the crisp and unforgiving cold, she seized up and went rigidly straight.

Only this time, she was wrapping herself up. A cloak over top her nonstop shivering form. Though she really, really had to try and not think about how that warmth seem to spread out against her back and figure. Unobstructed by anything.

"Do you have any idea how crazy that sounds...you sound?" She sputtered, even as she found herself slowly reaching to and clutching at cloak. But...returning to that cold, on top of being afraid and confused? "Fine...Just...don't be so creepy about it." And under her breath, a simmering promise that she'd pay once this was all sorted out.

[She almost doesn't double back to see who'd been behind her, but the sound of the shield moving through the air is extremely familiar. She spins to watch, a breath escaping that she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

There's no way the AI could have survived getting split in half by his shield. Making her way over to him, her calm demeanor is back in place - offering a little smile as she reaches for the knife once his shield is freed.]

Hey, stranger. Fancy meeting you here.

[He hands the blade over, lifting the shield over his head and hooking it back into place on his its modified holster. Then he just stares at her for a minute. She doesn't look any worse for wear after her little escapade. There's a bruise at her neck and he can see she's been implanted too, but all of that sort of gets pushed to the side as he steps in, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a hug.]

It's good to see you. I wish I wasn't, but...

[It was good not to feel quite so on his own here. Not that he was completely; there were plenty of others here, but no one he knew. No one that was his.]

When did you get here?

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Natasha Romanoff | MCU - canon point in post CA:TWS

The South Part of Town

=| Natasha, dammit

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=D Just doing some sightseeing /cough

Lying liar. Shut your lying mouth and come give him a hug