TEST DRIVE MEME

[visadamods]

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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[notpatsy]

[ Oh say can you see...?

Yes she could, but a lifetime of being completely objectified on an almost daily basis had made Trish damn wary of being too blatant about her ogling. Just because you agree to go to a nude beach in a place where sexual energy is kind of necessary, it doesn't mean you want to be eye-fucked by everyone.

Besides, the poor man was looking a little scared, and fear just wasn't a turn-on for Trish.

So she got up from her sun-bathing position and helpfully wrapped her towel around herself before walking up to the man out of time and his comfort zone. ]

Hello, Captain.

[ Might as well let him know right off the bat that she knew who he was. ]

No offence but you look like you'd be less nervous facing another alien invasion than a bunch of naked people.

Well, clearly because you're EVOL. =| ♥

[americanclassic]

[Well... this was embarrassing. Not only was there a naked woman (or, he thought she was naked) in a towel approaching him to talk, but she apparently knew who he was. Great. Please just set him on fire. It'd give him an excuse to run away.]

It's not that bad, is it?

[His face, he meant. He'd been hoping he'd been better at hiding his reaction than that. Clearly he needed to work on it.]

Ah... I'm sorry, but do I know you? Feel free to hit me if I do, but I'm pretty sure I would have remembered meeting you before.

[Naked or not. Because that? That was a face.]

only because I love you so ♥

[notpatsy]

[ Oh, she was very much naked, but her intent was to not make poor Steve have to deal with that more than necessary. Unless he decided that he wanted to of course but that was a bridge to cross when they came to it, if said bridge even existed.

She grinned widely and shook her head a little, her tone reassuring if amused. ]

I might be exaggerating a little in the service of having an opening line. And no, we haven't met. I'm just a New Yorker.

[ Granted a famous one, but she didn't expect him to be one of his listeners. ]

I'll allow that.

[americanclassic]

I'll take a little exaggeration over actually looking like I might bolt. I, ah... there wasn't exactly a sign anywhere stating this was that kind of beach.

[Maybe he should have figured, but, well... he hadn't. Obviously. The New Yorker comment earned her a smile and an offered hand to shake. He'd feel bad that he didn't know her if he knew she was popular, but he wasn't generally one to listen to talk shows when he had so much of history to catch up on.]

Steve Rogers. I'm only Captain when I'm on duty.

[notpatsy]

Trish Walker, it's a pleasure.

[ She reached for his hand and shook it, her other hand making sure that there was no towel slippage because that would make this a very awkward handshake indeed.

Yes, she did squee a little on the inside about actually shaking hands with Captain America, but she thought she was doing an okay job at keeping it contained. Well apart from the fact that she was still smiling like the sun but oh well, can't control everything. ]

I'm sorry to tell you, but I think any beach here might become "that kind" of beach if people are in the mood.

[americanclassic]

In hindsight, I probably should have figured that out, but... I can't say I've ever seen a beach like this before.

[He'd heard of them, of course, but they were always vaguely 'in Europe' or somewhere private. Nothing you'd come across accidentally. Thinking about it, though, really... he should have at least had the possibility of it in his mind. Shame on him.]

So, Ms. Walker from New York; mind if I ask what brings you to a place like this?

[notpatsy]

I want to be a hero.

[ Said with a small shrug and just the hint of a smile softening the lines of her mouth. It wasn't a boastful statement, just a simple fact. ]

Not as in, I want fame and glory and all that stuff... I want to make a difference.

[americanclassic]

Lot of long hours in the business.

[A small bit of forewarning, but it wasn't his place to try to talk her out of it. He wouldn't talk Natasha out of trying to do what she wanted -- likely because the Russian would knee his balls up into his throat if he tried. If this woman, Trish, felt she wanted to make a difference and had gone so far as to find herself here, who was he to suggest otherwise?]

I wish more people wanted to offer the same.

[notpatsy]

I used to be an actress, I can handle long hours.

[ Said with enough self-deprecation that Steve hopefully understood that she wasn't actually comparing fighting bad guys and acting. ]

[americanclassic]

Did you? So did I. Yeah, it can be pretty long hours. And repetition.

[How many times had he punched out Hitler?]

Well, either way, it's nice to see someone from home here.

[notpatsy]

Oh right, you did that...

[ And this is Trish, miming a punch aimed at Steve's jaw. ]

Thing.

[ Yeah, she'd been to the museum. She saw the reels. ]

It's nice to see you too.

[ Because, well, he's nice to look at. What can she say. ]

[americanclassic]

[He knocked his head back a bit when she mimed the punch, smiling when he brought it back up as he nodded.]

For awhile, yeah. Then I found my calling. I think I'm better at the real hits than the fake ones. Not that there's anything wrong with acting...

[God, had he just insulted her? Great work, Rogers.]

It's... I mean, I didn't mean that it wasn't. Good. That acting wasn't. I love the movies.

[Yep. Shoot him now.]

[notpatsy]

[ Oh no, he was cute. No one ever told her he was cute! Not that she knew anyone who could have but still, she should have been warned, damn it!

Trish laughed, resisting the urge to pat the poor man's cheek. ]

It wasn't really my calling either. I'm in radio now.

[americanclassic]

[He was not. He was the manliest man to ever manly.

Except when he was flustered.]

Really? That's a shame. I mean, you have a nice voice, but I definitely wouldn't say you had a face for radio.

[... wait. Had he just... oh hell. Yep, kill him now.]

[notpatsy]

[ Did he just call her beautiful? Because she was pretty sure that he did.

Well. That was nice. ]

Don't worry, my face is still all over New York.

[ Hm. Maybe that needed some clarification. ]

PR. And for the record, while I am very glad you're doing the whole saving the world thing, your general everything is a very good fit for the silver screen too.

[ Hey, he gave her a compliment, it's only polite to give one back. ]

[americanclassic]

[That earned her a bit of a bashful smile, but one he was hoping he could manage without looking away. It still took him by surprise when a woman, especially a pretty one, gave him that sort of attention. But that's what he was here for, after all. Right? Right.]

I'll have to pay more attention the next time I'm out. I can't believe I've missed seeing you before.

[notpatsy]

I'm not that surprised that you don't go "whoa, I have to remember her" when you glance at an ad on the side of a bus.

[ But it was nice to know that she was apparently very noteworthy in person in his eyes. ]

[americanclassic]

You say that like you're not worth remembering, Ms. Walker.

[Where had this sudden smoothness come from? He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.]

[notpatsy]

[ Well that earned him a slight eyebrow raise. She'd been trying to not read too much into his compliments but this definitely smelled like flirtation to her. ]

It was more a comment on the fact that most people kind of gloss over advertisements, but if you want to call me memorable I'm not gonna complain.

[ She glanced back at the spot where her clothes were still laying, and then turned back to Steve. ]

Would you like to continue this conversation somewhere less naked? Unless you'd rather just continue on your way alone of course.

[americanclassic]

[Well, there went all that suave, flaring into his cheeks as he was reminded that yes, she was naked under that towel. He opened his mouth to answer, then closed it promptly before nodding slightly.]

Less, ah... I mean, more clothes would be... good. I wasn't exactly expecting it to be an optional thing.

[notpatsy]

[ She snorted with amusement, but felt bad for him at the same time. ]

It is very tempting right now to say something like "oh, it's optional" but I am a classy lady so I won't. Point is, I'm enjoying your company and would like more of it. Your discomfort makes me think going somewhere else, where people are wearing more, could be a smart move.

[americanclassic]

[For that alone, she'd earned about a million points in his esteem. He could see how easy it would be for someone with a smart mouth to make this his most uncomfortable moment ever. He gave her a grateful smile.]

I'd appreciate that, Ms. Walker. Not that you're not... that you shouldn't enjoy yourself here if you like, but I'm worried I might, ah...

[Embarrass himself overmuch if he saw something or be tempted to look.]

[notpatsy]

[ The really classy thing to do would have been to not say anything at all but she couldn't quite resist the urge. ]

Just give me a moment to get dressed.

[ A second comment tickled the tip of her tongue, wanting so desperately to take wing, and as she turned to leave, she couldn't resist throwing the remark at Steve over her shoulder. ]

And just so you know? I won't get mad if you peek.

[ Since he now had her permission. ]

[americanclassic]

[That earned her a bit of a stunned look and the temptation to take her up on that. He hadn't seen her before she'd come up to him, but he could see quite a bit of leg thanks to the towel and he could only imagine what the rest of it looked like.

And she'd just given him permission to not just imagine it.

And he kind of wanted to take her up on that. It was the point of coming, after all, wasn't it? He may be in a t-shirt and rolled-up pants, but she seemed to have taken to the optional part of the clothing aspect and hadn't had a problem baring her all to the elements.

God, he was tempted. But a part of him felt it wouldn't be fair. Not that he thought she wanted him to reciprocate, but...

Why was this whole interest in the other gender thing so damn hard?]

Ah...

[Maybe one peek? Just a bit? Maybe...?]

[notpatsy]

[ She didn't expect anything from him at all, she was just making an offer because she would in all honesty just enjoy having his eyes on her.

She let the towel slip as she walked back to her clothes, holding it in one hand and revealing all of her slim, athletic build. When she turned around to pick up her clothes, if he was watching, Steve would also get a look at her relatively small, perky breasts and the tuft of hair between her legs.

She put on her panties and bra, and then let her thin dress slither down her body until it hung almost to her feet, a sheer veil of turquoise fluttering pleasantly around her as she made her way back to Steve, hanging a small purse on her shoulder and a pair of sandals dangling from her other hand. ]

Thanks for waiting.