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Never Ever (open RP post)
This is some kind of place between places. A land where anyone can meet anyone else, and friendships can form between people who would never have reason to meet each other.
At the moment, it's the resting place for the Laughing Toadstool, the bar that Iren owns and runs. Don't think about it too hard.
The place is closed for business tonight, as a more private gathering is occurring. At Iren's urging, the furniture has arranged itself into a rough circle of seating. In the center of the seating area is a snack table covered with various bits of finger food which Iren, being the priestess of the god of hospitality, spent all day making herself. It's all delicious. There is also an open bar for those who want a drink, alcoholic or otherwise. The seats are an eclectic collection of couches and stools and chairs and cushions and blankets. The whole setup is really very cozy and intimate.
A chalkboard has been propped up along the edge of the seating area, on which the rules of the game have been written:
STRIP NEVER HAVE I EVER
1: Each of us take turns listing something we have never done with the phrasing "Never Have I Ever _____".
2: If someone lists something they have never done and you HAVE done it, you must take off an article of clothing.
3: Socks, shoes, earrings, and other items that come in pairs must be taken off in pairs. No taking off one sock at a time.
4: We keep playing until everyone is naked (or we get bored).
5: Don't feel limited to only taking one turn, if things feel like they're slowing down too much.
6: There are a few spare beds upstairs, should anyone need them, for whatever reason. =)
No one who is invited to this gathering is a stranger to everyone else (If nothing else, feel free to assume you have met Iren before.). No one was forced to come against their will. Everyone was aware that this would involve naked people. Everyone invited is an adult. Iren prides herself as a hostess, and has gone to great efforts to ensure that only people who are actually interested in such an event were invited.
IN SHORT: Let's learn a little thing or two about each other while getting sexy in here.
At the moment, it's the resting place for the Laughing Toadstool, the bar that Iren owns and runs. Don't think about it too hard.
The place is closed for business tonight, as a more private gathering is occurring. At Iren's urging, the furniture has arranged itself into a rough circle of seating. In the center of the seating area is a snack table covered with various bits of finger food which Iren, being the priestess of the god of hospitality, spent all day making herself. It's all delicious. There is also an open bar for those who want a drink, alcoholic or otherwise. The seats are an eclectic collection of couches and stools and chairs and cushions and blankets. The whole setup is really very cozy and intimate.
A chalkboard has been propped up along the edge of the seating area, on which the rules of the game have been written:
1: Each of us take turns listing something we have never done with the phrasing "Never Have I Ever _____".
2: If someone lists something they have never done and you HAVE done it, you must take off an article of clothing.
3: Socks, shoes, earrings, and other items that come in pairs must be taken off in pairs. No taking off one sock at a time.
4: We keep playing until everyone is naked (or we get bored).
5: Don't feel limited to only taking one turn, if things feel like they're slowing down too much.
6: There are a few spare beds upstairs, should anyone need them, for whatever reason. =)
No one who is invited to this gathering is a stranger to everyone else (If nothing else, feel free to assume you have met Iren before.). No one was forced to come against their will. Everyone was aware that this would involve naked people. Everyone invited is an adult. Iren prides herself as a hostess, and has gone to great efforts to ensure that only people who are actually interested in such an event were invited.
IN SHORT: Let's learn a little thing or two about each other while getting sexy in here.
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Never have I ever seen snow.
[She's wearing her usual absurdly skimpy outfit, with just a couple long strips of cloth wrapped over the 'essentials'.]
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I once visited a land in the middle of an ice age. Nothing but snow and ice and wind for as far as the eye can see.
It's overrated, if you ask me.
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[Even if the Infernal enhancements to her body would let her endure both just fine with nary a wardrobe change.]
I've heard it sticks together kind of like wet sand?
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[Ain’t no one who’s worried about being too cold dresses like THAT.]
Sort of like that, I guess. I didn’t get snow where I grew up either, actually. I only saw it up close after I started traveling. It’s quite pretty, in moderation.
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Only from a great distance on mountain tops, but that's a good enough excuse to keep on stripping, right?
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Are you sure it wasn't very light-colored sand?
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And even if I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t put my belt back on!
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That's a good one. Using disparate climates.
[ Instead, she takes off her hanfu next, the outer green robe sliding off and being folded nicely to join her shoes. But she's still got the inner shirt underneath, so nothing more is really showing, except some of her arm from the shorter sleeve - you can see bandages poking out from under one. ]
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[She eyes the bandages curiously.]
Are you hurt? Perhaps I can help.
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It's the Western Province that would be more like a desert, from my understanding. I've never visited, but my former employer, Lady Gyokuyou, is from that area.
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From your clothes, I'm guessing you're from some sort of desert?
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I come from the South.
[As if that explains everything. She still hasn't quite grokked that other people here come from worlds without the same elemental poles as her own.]
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[Anand's running out of the easy stuff by now and starts shuffling out of her pants, which would be easier if she could take her eyes off the mostly naked Exalted.]
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[She is Looking right back.]
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You've gotta be from a desert, right? Snow or no snow, that's an outfit that says "halfway to boiling in the shade".
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Out of clothes, Karen resorts to just awkwardly raising her hand like she's in class.Retroactively, Karen has just gotten this nonsense to wear and now she already has to take it off. But Karen appreciates a good technicality and will play along if FDS wants to assert that Karen still owes her a forfeit anyway because she was still putting it on when FDS's turn came up or because putting more things on doesn't erase the fact that she already lost all her clothes or some other reason.]I have.
[Having grown up in a mansion with expansive grounds, she has, in fact, probably seen an above average amount of snow for someone living in her area.]
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I wouldn't want to make you take that off when you haven't even gotten it on yet. I'll give you something else instead.
[The strings just barely over her shoulders when Karen's wrists are forced together, a pair of luminous manacles conjured from thin air to hold them in place, attached by a short chain of light to a collar of the same construction.]
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[Karen was mentally prepared (at least in theory) for bondage and actually kind of expecting it, but she did not expect magic bondage that appears out of nowhere. Suddenly her wrists are just stuck together, and in the process of discovering this she also discovers she can't even move them far together without pulling on the collar she's also suddenly wearing.
She's not distressed or anything, but she is shocked by the abruptness of the escalation, and her heart is slamming its foot down on the accelerator as we speak.]
I'm not sure I can take it off at all, now...
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[ She scoffs a bit, but throws off her gloves next. To reveal... even more scars on her arms. She has a lot of scars. ]
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Get in a lot of fights, do you?
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Even though it doesn't actually make any sense. It sounded cool in her head though. ]
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It's...fine, I guess?
[Undershirt off. Jun is, well...he's a twink.]
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It must have been pretty common where you're from.