TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE Welcome to Visada's TDM! Feel free to get as creative as you'd like with these prompts. None of the threads will count as game canon. This is just to give you a chance to play around with the setting and get a general idea of just some of things that can be done in the game. OPTION 1 Mistress Philenor, one of the vivacious butterfly-winged fairies that runs a shop in town, has asked you and another helpful soul to go out to the small lake on the northwestern side of the island and pick some Swallowtails. She needs a bushel of the flowers to make more of her popular aphrodisiacs. You and your partner for the outing leave the village and make your way to your destination. The water in the lake is clear and fresh, you can almost see all the way to the bottom. A small island sits in the middle of the lake, within swimming distance to those so athletically inclined. A tiny stream travels off to the west, emptying into the sea. On the southern shores of the lake grow the Swallowtails: great flowers of vibrant hues of blue. Just remember Philenor's warning. Breathing too deeply of the pollen may have unintended consequences. OPTION 2 Word arrives by lamassu post that there's unrest with the sea dragons. They're refusing to aid the villagers and transportation between the main island and the smaller one to the east has been cut off. People have been stranded there for two days now and something must be done. You volunteer to help and head toward the eastern shore. Maybe you meet others on your way and you decide to work together to see if you can resolve this. Maybe you enlist someone else's help when you learn that Lagiocrus (an ancient blue dragon) is cross with his nephew Jura (a young, free spirited green fellow who doesn't have much respect for people yet) over his foolish courtship of the princess Galzra (a haughty blue dragon from the far north). All of the other dragons in the vicinity are too caught up in the drama to worry about the petty concerns of mortals. Convince Lagiocrus that young love should triumph, or at least be allowed to get its heart broken. Talk up Jura to the disinterested object of his affection. Try to get Jura to see that there are other dragons in the sea. Or find some other way to either end the argument or lure the other dragons' interest back to helping out their landlocked neighbors. OPTION 3 After a long week, you want nothing more than to relax at the beach. It's a great day for it. Fair skies, warm sands, calm surf, and naked bodies sunning themselves along the shore. Wait. Yes, that's right. This is a nude beach. Or if it wasn't, it is now that the first visitor decided to exchange bathing suit for birthday suit. Do you join in? Ogle your neighbors? Swagger up to the hottie on the yellow towel a few yards away and start a conversation? Have fun. Enjoy yourself. You've earned the day off. OPTION 4 Wildcard! Make up your own prompt! Play around with the setting however you'd like.

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/pinches!!

[sensitively]

[ She scoffs in return, determined not to be talked down to as she hurries her steps to keep pace with his absurdly long legs; curse your height, Ren. ]

I don't pretend to know everything. I'm not even an initiate, [ she concedes grudgingly, because if she hadn't come here to this island, she most likely would have been one under Master Luke's tutelage, by now. ]

So, no, I don't know anything about alchemy, or healing using the Force. [ But it would be extremely valuable to learn such things, she thinks.

As it happens, neither of them are particularly watching where they're walking as they get closer to the shoreline. ] You don't have to be quite so smug and superior, about it.

/yells!!!! D:

[derriphan]

[ He turns, poised to respond, when his boot - had he known they'd be making a trek all the way out to the lake he might have dressed more sensibly, though probably not - catches on something.

With a sharp, startled curse, Kylo Ren, Master of the Knights of Ren, falls backward, landing in an undignified heap of tangled robes. ]

Sithspit.

[sensitively]

[ Ren's mouth opens to retort, but before she knows it he's going down, falling flat on his back after tripping less-than-gracefully over something.

Rey, for the moment, can only stare in amazement before she covers her mouth to stop herself from laughing outright; that definitely won't do and in fact would only anger him more so she leans down, brushing some suspiciously blue and wonderfully fragrant flowers from his mussed-up dark hair, before extending him a hand to help him up. ]

Are you alright? Those boots are obviously not designed for this kind of terrain. You should get some new ones.

[ And just as she says it, she sneezes — pollen, from the tangle of multi-colored flowers he's landed in. She glances at him, covers her nose apologetically.

...And then her eyes widen and pupils dilate, because she's suddenly feeling a bit of vertigo. ]

[derriphan]

[ The rush of embarrassed anger is immediate. Bad enough that this had to happen but, of course, it would be witnessed and by her of all people. ]

Surprisingly it wasn't top of my priority list upon arrival.

[ No, he'd had far more immediate and pressing concerns, dragging himself back to his bungalow we're he'd slept for what had seemed like days.

Kylo pulls himself into an upright position, ignoring her offer of a hand in favor of working his boot free from the shallow pool it had gotten caught in. The pain in his ankle is a low, vicious pulse. ]

Fantastic. [ Teeth gritting as he removes the boot, setting it back beside him only to be interrupted by the sound of Rey's sneeze. He pulls a face, disgusted, drawing away from her. ]

If you infect me with whatever plague you're carrying, I'll kill you, damn this place and everyone in it.

[sensitively]

[ Rey's torn between compassion for him — and his apparently injured ankle — and concern for her own growing sense of discomfort. She's never experienced any allergy to a particular plant, but of course not much had ever grown on Jakku, so this is a decidedly new development.

Ren's reaction, though, has her chafing. ] — I'm not carrying a plague! I sneezed because of something I inhaled, it's not because I'm sick, damn you —

[ and then stubbornly, despite her own dizziness, she leans down into him trying to check the condition of his ankle injury; she can feel the ache of it radiating on the periphery of his senses and hers. But she leans a bit too close, and with her depth perception skewed she ends up clambering clumsily into his lap as he sits on the ground. ] — ow!

[derriphan]

[ — well, of the ways he saw this ending this is decidedly at the bottom of the list.

His hands come up automatically to steady her and to keep her wriggling to a minimum.

Fingers dig into her hips - sharper then he'd have thought, though there's a noticeable roundness to them now that would suggest someone's been feeding her regularly. ]

Damn it, would you hold still. [ The pain of his injury seems briefly forgotten in the wake of this new, more pressing irritation. ] Rey, I mean it.

[sensitively]

— Get off me!

[ She seems to be conveniently forgetting that it's she who's fallen on top of him, and instead of obeying him and holding still Rey squirms harder, attempting to wrestle herself free.

But his fingers are digging into her hips something fierce, compounding the dizziness she's experiencing, and in the midst of trying to pry herself away with her hands at his shoulders, she ends up pushing his back to the ground, instead. ]

[derriphan]

[ Startled, Ren barely has a chance to dwell on just how strong she is before he's twisting, intending to reverse their positions. The reaction so ingrained as to be practically instinctive now. ]

Kriff it Rey. What in the name of kark do you think you're doing? [ Confusion, exasperation and concern are in a cage match with concern slowly winning out. This is -- well, it's unlike her. The little he knows of her. ]

[sensitively]

[ He rolls them over into the grass so that he has the upper hand again and Rey's irritation spikes, unreasonably. Instinctively she knows he wouldn't hurt her in this place — and a subconscious part of her knows on some level that he wouldn't have hurt her on Starkiller, either — but she's a scrappy fighter first and foremost, having had to defend herself one too many times from the dregs of the desert who'd wanted something from her. Her disorientation has momentarily bested her better judgment. ]

What're you doing?! I told you to get off —

[ Despite her command she's wrapping her legs around his lower half almost vise-like, trying to get leverage to roll them both over again so that she's not underneath him, but it doesn't have quite the effect she'd intended it to have. Instead it draws him closer so that most of his weight rests on her, their hips aligned tightly.

And then she snaps at him, angrily: ] It's just like you to be more concerned about yourself than someone who was just trying to help you!

[derriphan]

And how exactly -- [ It takes some doing but he manages to wrap a hand around her wrists, forcing them above her head before she could get any funny ideas.

Immobilize, evaluate then act. Just like his training dictated. ] -- was this meant to be helping me?

[sensitively]

[ Pinned as she is with both of her wrists trapped in one of his absurdly large hands, Rey can only huff back in defiance, wisps of her unbound hair floating in her frustrated exhale. She's still squirming, not at all comfortable with this arrangement, her hips bucking as she tries to throw him off.

She could force-push him, she thinks — although she's not tried such an ability, just yet — but instead she tries to still reason with him before resorting to violence. ]

— I was just trying — [ wriggling ] — to look at your ankle, and then —

[ She wheezes slightly under him, trying to catch her breath which has somehow completely escaped her. For a moment she stills, uncertain.

And then something she doesn't understand wells up within her — something wild and reckless and wanting — and she leans up and bites the inside of his arm, like the feral desert rat she is.

Sorry, Ren. This is what he gets for choosing to keep company with a scrapper from Jakku. ]

rey no

[derriphan]

[ In retrospect, he might have given a bit more thought as to how to handle this – any of it.

Grappling with her has made him uncomfortably aware of their proximity in a way that he would rather not be considering, for all that it seems to be finding ways to intrude upon his thoughts.

He breathes in, unknowingly inhaling more of the spores that cloud the air around them, and is about to respond when he feels the sharp graze of her teeth against his exposed forearm.

Yelling loudly, he jerks backward, face twisting in a mixture of surprise and rage. ]

You little rat!

[ He recovers quickly, lunging forward with a snarl. ]

kylo *yes*

[sensitively]

[ He's not the only one feeling the effects of how close they are to one another — Rey's squirming against him as he's pinned her has led to blood blossoming high in her cheeks, not only from her exertion as she's wrestling with him but from the feel of him, the weight of him against her, the hunger that has nothing to do with food gnawing below her belly at the way he leans in close with her wrists trapped in his hand.

He jerks backward at her teeth on his arm, and Rey takes advantage of his momentum to let go of him with her legs — no matter how pleasant the friction is — and push at him with her knees, knocking him backward once more into the grass on his back.

But instead of putting distance between them, she pounces on him with a curl of her own to her lip, pinning him down in much the same way despite his height and weight advantage. She tries her best to pin his wrists, although with her much smaller hands it takes both of them.

And then she breathes heavily, adjusting herself against him, subconsciously seeking more of that friction between her legs. That feral part of her wants to bite him, again, to her own internal chagrin. ]

— Stop it! Are you done?

oh god this way lies disaster

[derriphan]

[ He would be impressed with her having managed to gain the upper-hand were he not so furious. The bite on his arm burns, a bright pinprick of pain that sits at the edge of his awareness.

Worse than that, though, is the feral, hungry, thing that is struggling to claw its way to the surface. Driven by his fury and his panic.

Breathing heavily, his chest expanding and contracting beneath the fabric of his tunic, it seems to take him forever to compose himself enough to answer. Licking his lips, he lifts his chin. ]

You have mud in your hair.

you mean 'disaster' as in 'all the best things'

[sensitively]

[ She can feel that sting as well, the sear of her teeth on his skin through their emotive connection, but Rey is conflicted as to how to react to it. It was brash and childish, uncouth even, but she wants to do it again. And again.

And when he lifts his chin and all but bares his throat for her, muscles working tightly under the skin of his neck, she unconsciously licks her own lips in a reflection of his as she leans in closer until she can feel the exchange of breath between them. Her voice is a harsh, whispered sneer. ]

...So do you. You don't even have any idea how you look, right now.

[ But if he can see her thoughts, which he most likely can, he could see just how much she secretly relishes their proximity like this, the way her gaze skims helplessly from his eyes, to his nose, to the plains of his cheeks before dipping lower to settle on his mouth. ]

they can't ever have it easy apparently. go figure.

[derriphan]

[ Ridiculous, without doubt.

He hasn't been in quite this state of disarray since they last crossed swords on Starkiller - she'd bested him then too, leaving him with a lasting reminder of the encounter that he'd been reluctant to part with. ]

Is that why you're staring at my mouth?

nothing worthwhile ever was. ;)

[sensitively]

Shhhh, [ she hisses at him, that curl back in her lip again as she releases one of his trapped wrists to cup his chin roughly in the palm of her hand, squeezing around that infernal mouth that taunts her endlessly. ] Shut up.

[ And then her eyes are on his neck, on the sinewy cords that stand out when she pushes his jaw up at an angle, and she dives in for the kill — it's a rough, painful bastardization of a kiss with his skin between her teeth, as she tastes his sweat and salt and sucks a mark that blooms dark and purple on his white throat.

Having her teeth on him is infinitely more satisfying than the way it feels as she grinds her hips down onto his midsection; the heat between her thighs flares, demanding. Impatiently she sinks lower, twisting and writhing, seeking the friction that hovers just out of her reach. ]

hahaha. i think i might've heard that before ;)

[derriphan]

[ There's probably a lesson to be learned in all this. Something along the lines of "don't taunt desert rats and expect not to be bitten". Very literally in some cases.

Not that that makes a shred of difference right now. Kylo jerks beneath the dig of her teeth, bucking up against Rey as he inhales sharply around her palm. The transition from that earlier, lazy sort of daring to shock nearly gives him whiplash. ]

/cersei sipping emote

[sensitively]

[ also "desert rats have sharp teeth" might be appropriate as well, here.

Rey can't help but relish the momentary power she holds over him and when she feels the sharp pull of his breath under her hand, feels the buck of his hips under her, the sensation is magnified. She has to fight letting slip a groan against the skin in her teeth, as she presses down harder with her lower half and all but grinds against his pelvis between her legs.

But she lifts her mouth away, just long enough to hiss near his ear, low and hot: ] — You like that, don't you. You do.

Shall I do it again?

[ And without waiting for his answer she moves her head lower, teeth closing around his skin closer to his bared clavicle. ]

/ted eyebrow waggle

[derriphan]

[ Like is a relative term in this case.


For Kylo the novelty of being bested, even (or perhaps especially) in something so foolish would be enough to warrant some consideration without the heady, dizzying thrill at her proximity or the vicious flare of arousal that seems to have chased the remnants of his earlier indignation from his mind.

Instead there's another soft, almost startled noise, that while not exactly a whimper comes close.


Too close. ]

[sensitively]

[ Rey doesn't give either of them time to think too much on it — there's still her anger that fuels her, drives her to repeat the action again, but now it's tinged with a desire she doesn't recognize and an arousal she doesn't fully understand.

Her hips mimic her actions as she quickly sinks her teeth into him again, this time near where his jawline meets his ear, the skin soft despite the hard line of bone underneath. But she's panting hard, her breaths coming in hot gusts against him through her nose and when she's satisfied with the mark she leaves there, wet and bruised, she finally moves back to his mouth —

— and removes her hand, uncovering it, so that she can bite hard at his lips, soft and plush and completely vulnerable. It's entirely too messy to be deemed a kiss, too much of teeth and tongue and likely entirely too painful to be pleasant, but it's further proof that her hunger is nowhere near sated, yet. ]

[derriphan]

[ Her mouth is hard against his, impossibly hot and insistent, as if she means to devour him.

Teeth pressing into his lips so hard that for a moment he almost forgets to breathe, and this is insanity possibly but he really can't help but respond in kind, his body rearing up against her even as his fingers catch in her hair.

Holding her against him, so close he can feel the thrum of her heartbeat, beating like a bird against the cage of her ribs, tasting light and power and blood (his own) on her tongue. ]

[sensitively]

[ She has trouble reaching all of the parts of his mouth she would like to all at once (mainly because of the sheer size of it), biting and nipping and licking at the inside of it — but when she tastes blood, his blood, Rey recoils slightly.

...And then kisses him ferociously, redoubling her efforts. There's a low, gutteral moan when she briefly pulls away, lips swollen and kiss-bitten as he presses up against her; she can feel how wet and aching she is through her clothes. His fingers are in her hair and digging in where it's swept up in its usual fashion, and she lets him tug on it, twisting her head in the direction he pleases as though she were a doll.

The noise she makes at that isn't solely pleasure or pain, but a heady mixture of both, her hands now scratching at his shoulders as they slip underneath the neck of his tunic. ]

[derriphan]

[ Muscles twitch beneath the scrape of blunt fingernails, and the sound Rey makes is practically indecent. Soft and needy and full of that same longing he'd brushed against the first time they met, only magnified now a thousand fold.

They've settled into a clumsy, imperfect rhythm; rutting against each other through sweat-soaked fabric. Hungry, impatient.

Unsatisfying. ]

[sensitively]

[ Completely unsatisfying despite how she's moving against him, riding him like a wild gornt, twisting and writhing and then grinding down onto him every time his hips lift to meet her. The friction is there but it's muted by all the layers of cloth separating them, both hers and his.

Thoughtlessly she scrabbles at his clothing, her fingers frenzied and graceless as she tries in vain to find the waistband of his pants through his complicated robes. In the process she only succeeds in tangling them more, and she frowns and growls frustratingly into their hurried kisses, which are now more lips and tongues and the occasional pull of teeth. ]

— How do you — I can't get this —

[ ..words are hard and probably unnecessary, with how obvious and apparent her wants are. ]