Never Ever (open RP post)

[ordainedbarkeep]

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.

Comments

Maomao | Apothecary Diaries | OTA Gen, F/F for more than gen

[2mao]

The rules seem simple enough to grasp. Let me go next!

Ahem.

Never have I ever... successfully had food or drink with buckwheat.

[ If you're not sure if your character has eaten buckwheat before: It's pretty common in Asian countries, and it's used for gluten-free flour in modern times as well. Also used to make shōchū.

As for Maomao's outfit - hanfu, inner shirt, skirt, shoes, hair ribbon, underwear, and for some reason bandages around one arm. ]

[virtualsystem]

What do you mean by "successfully"?

I win either way, but...

[2mao]

I've tried to build up a tolerance for it, but it didn't work. I usually end up choking and then vomiting it all up, and that's while using small amounts.

[virtualsystem]

[Huh.

The strange, kaleidoscope-like pattern in her eyes spin for a moment.]

Common buckwheat. Fagopyrum esculentum. A flowering plant of the Polygonacaea knotweed family. First created in the sixth millennium BC. Extinction assumed to have occurred in early 2300s due to lack of labor to raise it. No results found in use as a poison. When studied, nearly 3% of people displayed sensitivity to buckwheat, symptoms matching those listed.

[Her voice is monotone, like she's just reading it...]

[2mao]

I understand we're from different worlds, but it's hard to imagine it going extinct. But yes, I'd be among the three percent with "sensitivity" to the food.

Where are you reading that from, anyway?

[wingdoovers]

I don't... know?

[ He's probably had something similar, but he's not terribly familiar with flatlander foods, he just eats what he's given. ]

[2mao]

They're made into buckwheat noodles, ground into flour, or their seeds are used to make gruel or eaten with milk or water for breakfast.

They can also be processed to make some types of alcohol.

[wingdoovers]

I've had noodles and grain alcohol.

[ He shrugs. Her call? He's down to his underwear but he doesn't seem terribly concerned or excited to lose it. ]

Sounds normal enough. You can't eat it?

[2mao]

A tiny amount will make my throat close up. Having a normal amount would definitely be fatal.

[ Said very casually.

But hey, if the guy doesn't wanna strip, she's not gonna force it. Being unsure is an ambiguous box to tick, after all. ]

[curse_of_boy]

[He's already naked, but he'll respond anyway.]

Are you allergic or something?

[2mao]

[ She stares for a few moments. So much muscles on this guy...

Weirdly, it's kind of intense, but not really perverted. She's mostly looking at his arms and abs anyway.

Eventually, she replies. ] "Allergic" isn't a word I'm familiar with. But if you mean that my body physically rejects an otherwise normal food, then yes.

I can't even build up an immunity like I would a poison.

[curse_of_boy]

[It still makes him flustered to have her check him out like that.]

Yeah, that sounds like an allergy to me. I don't know the mechanics behind it, but some people react badly to otherwise normal things. Bee stings are a pretty common one, I think.

For most people it just hurts, but for certain people it can be deadly.

[ordainedbarkeep]

Fortunately, none of the snacks I prepared have any buckwheat in them, so you needn’t worry yourself on that account!

UNfortunately, I have sampled a wide variety of cuisine and drink.

[Which means it’s time to choose. Top or bottom.

After a moment’s consideration, Iren goes with top and takes off her corset.

So, you know. Boobs.]

1/2

[2mao]

[ WHOA, check out the chest on this lady! Maomao unintentionally makes grabby motions with her hands before catching herself. ]

[2mao]

[ -and then coughs to cover it up. ]

That's good to know. Any chance any of the snacks are poisoned?

[ordainedbarkeep]

[She actually looked a bit offended at that. Not at reaching for her breasts, she knows how she looks, but at the idea that poison might be involved.]

I would never! I take my duties as hostess very seriously!

[2mao]

[ Tch. Yeah, she actually "tch"es. ]

Can't blame a girl for hoping.

[preventedmurder]

Food allergies, huh? That's clever. I'm pretty sure I had some at a festival at some point, so let me just...

[Enjoy an eyeful of somewhat toned abs as she begins the whole process of getting her tank top off around the big wings coming out her back.]

[2mao]

[ Maomao will not object to ladies with toned abs. ]

Oh, yeah. I've heard that word before here. Allergies, I guess that's what they call it?

It's not something that's studied in any great depth where I'm from.

[preventedmurder]

Huh. Interesting. I guess it's pretty recent medicine overall, but yeah, "allergies" is the word for your body reacting to something harmless as if it's an infection, with the swelling and such. Mostly annoying if it's pollen or something you breathe, but food allergies can get pretty nasty if you eat a lot of what you're allergic to.

[immortal_smoke]

[ Mokou reaches behind her back to undo... her hair bow. How indecent. ]

I think shochu is what I'd miss the most.

[2mao]

Alcohol is very nice. I can't speak of any made with buckwheat, obviously, but I can see where you're coming from at least.

[actuallycuring]

Oh, you're turning a weakness into an advantage. I never expected New Year's soba would be my undoing.

[Karen is already naked and has to do a forfeit now. Did this happen before or after Karen's turn? The answer is time is fake.]

[2mao]

That's right. By being forced into giving something up by my body, I have something I'm guaranteed not to have done that most people would.

[ Blink, blink, then a bit of a blush and slight turn away. ] I'm not sure it's your undoing, though. You seem to have already lost all of your clothes before here.

[actuallycuring]

And then some.

[Time continues to be fake, but she may or may not have been made to wear a ridiculous string thing and there's a strong possibility her wrists are bound close to her neck.]

But maybe I just have confidence in your ability to come up with something to do to me.

[Or maybe she was trying to be funny and now she's embarrassed that it apparently didn't even register as a joke.]