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 Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 9:28 am
Ever just grinned back at him, though, settling back on his heels and reaching up to drag hair back out of his face. After a moment, he shot a look back toward October, to see if he'd ever noticed. And, if he had, if that was sufficient. "You should probably run, Rep. Before someone dares you to do something terrible."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 9:34 am
Rep was still defensive and bristling like a wild animal as he looked at Ever. He didn’t seem willing to concede he wasn’t going to turn out to be a threat.
“Look you ******** wank merchant, I don’t run from anything.”
He glared at the room as a whole as if daring them to try and take him on in a fight, wild blue eyes flashing.
“So its a ******** game of dares and no some grotty key party?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 9:38 am
October ( and Merric ) (anything)
Ever received a thumbs up and an approving nod from October. Rep also received a faint smile and a wiggle of October's fingers in greeting, which would have been apologetic from anyone else, except it was October, and he had no qualms about dare night.
He did like Rep, though.
Merric, on the other hand, looked positively distraught at Rep arriving, and turned three different shades of red in response.
"Oh," was all he said, because words were currently failing him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 9:45 am
"I'd say it's a bit of both." Ever blew October a kiss before he looked back up at Rep, his expression thoughtful and maybe a little bit dangerous. After all, Rep had just said that he didn't run from anything, didn't he? "If you're sticking around, though, I dare you to sing us something." Just a beat. "In falsetto. A t least a full chorus."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 9:57 am
Mara - AnythingMara had been sitting in a chair and watching before she was given another dare. Horsey ride. It was so simple and her eyes instantly moved across the room to her fathers. Who else would she have asked than her fathers?
Rising from her chair, she walked over to where Lawr was being held by Rodney. Her hand went up to set a hand on Rodney's elbow. "Dad. I've been dared to ride someone. Can you give me a pony ride?." She said sweetly. She glanced as her father Lawr and smiled.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 10:06 am
Kai: tickling Tzeii
"I don't mind. You don't weight a thing." He told her, glad to be a human chair rather than sitting on someone.
A new dare came his way and he paused before looking at the obvious canidate in his lap. He reached over and started to tickle her under the arms.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 10:20 am
[Lysander ]
Merric had been an excellent distraction as he undressed, but when the next dare showed up, all the colour drained out of his features.
Lysander outright panicked the moment that Fred opened his stupid oblivious mouth. There were people on the island he didn't like and then there was Melvin. From the moment he'd been trapped in the pod room with the other much stronger man, pinned and helpless at his mercy, he'd known he was insane. It was one thing to be threatened, but the way Melvin had been that day had spoken of so much more than just threats. He didn't trust him, in fact if he was honest he feared him and he wished he'd communicated that much better to Fred.
Instead he found himself caught in a situation he'd never wanted to deal with and no immediate way out. He didn't want to speak to Melvin, he didn't want to be around him, he wanted less than nothing to do with him.
There was a moment where he willed his body to move, to rise, move and leave before anything else could happen, to leave the game of dares behind him. After all there was a comfort line and this was over it for him, way way over.
He didn't move, his traitorous body like lead.
Before he knew about it, Melvin was upon him, reminding him once again of that ridiculous weapon-augmented strength and kissing him deeply wether he liked it or not.
He did not at all like it.
The anger in him, usually a languid and lazy pool that was incredibly difficult to stir to actual action coiled under the icy flatness that was his surface expression and emotions, severed from what was going on.
There was only so long he could tolerate it and after a few moments horror at the way he let it happen to him, something snapped in him.
He bit down, as hard as he could on Melvin's tongue.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 10:35 am
[Rep - Anything]
Ever got a very critical sort of look.
<> Tracey said in his head. <> And it was with genuine distress and panic that the fallen angel pleaded him not to even think about singing. He'd been forced to endure too many showers and too many songs completely mangled by Rep's compete tone-deafness. He could dance very well and was capable of ridiculous gymnastic feats, but when it came to music he could murder a chord like no one Tracey had ever met.
Rep had no major qualms though, and for the first time in his life someone had actually asked him to sing, who on earth was he to turn them down?
He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure."
And striking a dramatic pose he sang the first song that came to mind.
"I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment of truth."
It was bad.
"Out on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you"
And it got worse.
"I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge,"
The crescendo was a shrill nightmare with some notes probably audible only by dogs and lovecraftian beings.
"I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you"
At least the crecendo was over, at least it was over.
"I'm on the edge with you."
And he smirked at the end as if he was proud, completely oblivious to how bad it was.
In his head Tracey sighed.
<>
"See? ******** easy peasy." he said, crossing his arms.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 10:55 am
Melvin - Anything - invading Lysander's comfort zone
He expected to oull bacl after a tic, pleased that Lysander had not shoved him and wiped his mouth childishly like he expected. Instead, he was a tense statue rigid under him. Nithing reacted as he made out with him, following through with the dare and far from half-assing the preformance. It wasn't tender and playful as he was with Nash or Fred. It was back to a style he was more akin with Lawr, but it wasn't hunger for Lysander and what he had, but a reinforced statement of their encounter in the pod room.
But it didn't last and he felt enamel clamp down sharply into the soft yet resistant muscle that was his tongue. The tender muscle shot pain straight into his brain and he tensed, wincing and shoulder's hitching and yet caught off guard by the kiss changing in a way that made him uncomfortable in relation to who was delivering. He would have pulled back reminded hinself that in doing so he was calling defeat and Lysander had already told him he would love nothing more than make him yelp in pain. He'd win and in addition see him as giving a proper hit to him for his bad misconduct.
He glared back at him but remained, his grip at his back tighter in response. He had a shield. Tongues could be sewn back - he knew a doctor after all. If Lysander wanted to tear him then let him taste his blood. He wasn't so squeamish to pain and he wasn't going to be the first one to break the kiss.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 11:09 am
Hika - AnythingHika saw Zeke's response, and gave him a slightly wobbly smile, trying to show she could do this, she would make it through this. She was taking a few slow deep breaths, after answering Nash, then Zeke's whisper had her looking up at him, uncomfortable for a moment. Then she closed her eyes, and nodded, because so far, he had been anything but judgmental, and HAD helped her. As such, she decided to trust him. She quietly murmured, just loud enough for him to hear, "About 3 years. Hormone therapy for about a year before recruiting." Her fingers smoothed the edge of Peyton's shirt that she was wearing. Then she flushed at Nash's comment, and question. "Yes, pegging is very nice. And um." She was clearly uncomfortable with that question. "There are several people I have seen that are very physically attractive people, some of whom seem to be nice, too. I just don't really know anyone that well yet?" That was honest and she hoped enough for Nash, since he didn't ask a WHO. The singing she overheard made her cringe, hard.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 11:14 am
[Lysander - Wth]
It was with growing panic that Lysander realised that Melvin wasn't going to let go or back off, even with the tang of blood in his mouth and the knowledge he'd managed to hurt him. It just wasn't enough.
He wanted someone to dare him to ******** stop.
Instead he clenched his hands against Melvin and tried shoving him off of him, making a definitely audible sound of distress and anger.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 11:15 am
Merric - w/ Lysander & Roswell & Melvin
The discomfort he could see on Lysander's face was gnawing at his stomach. Merric could feel the panic rising in his chest, expanding outwards; a growing sense of confusion mingled with concern mingled with frustration that there was something clearly bad happening and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
He blurted out the only thing he could think of, which wasn't much.
"M-Melvin, I dare you to - stop and to - to kiss me instead of Lysander."
It came out a little breathless and a little uneven, Merric's cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 11:17 am
Tzei: Anything, getting tickled helpTzei tries to fidget as little as possible - this is much better than a sofa. She keeps talking, not realizing what's actually happening until it's too late. "You are such a nice person. I should have met you much sooner--eh? Eh? Eh--hahaha! Wait! Wait HAHAHA what's happening--" So much for sitting still. Maybe with enough spastic wriggling, she can get out of the suddenly very tickle-happy chair.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 11:41 am
Kenton"Admirable pursuits. Well suited."
He paused to look around, the protective cross of his arms loosening as he absorbed the singing, kissing, and tickling like he was taking a mental depravity inventory.
"One more, and then I'll have a go, if you'd prefer." He was more curious about the ring than anything else, just like he'd been curious about the shadows and curious about Deus and curious about this delightful little party.
"What does it feel like?" He gestured at her hand. True, he could have just put it on, but he wanted her honest thoughts first.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 11:45 am
Melvin - Blood Donor And he heard it. A stuttering dare almost too light to heard before it rang out beside him. With that he released and pulled back, red tongue pulling out from Lysander's mouth as he slid back away from him.
He looked over at Merric, not saying anything as he knew his speech would be skewed.
He gave a shrug as if this was no big deal amd walked over. Unlike Lysander, he was gentle and knew Merric had onky tossed himself in front of the fire for Lysander's sake.
A non-violent tactic to give an out from the dare.
Touching his chin, he looked at him, light blue eyes moving as they scanned his expressive. Melvin swallowed the blood at the back of his throat that was coating his tongue. That would be too telling to the other man of ehat had transpired.
So sweetly, he held his jawline, the action slow as he glanced at Lysander and Roswell before turning his focus on Merric. Wondering as he leaned in just a breath from his lips.
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