meme | #002 -- absolute obedience ( do you do you want to )

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the ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE MEME 1. Post with your character. 2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies. 3. Any orders. 4. Any orders. Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like. Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out. Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here. Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?

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[hemoloo]

Hospitals...blood banks...yourself too. Oh, and it's likely they'd be available on the black market as well...

[key_dreams]

Guess I jinxed it... [He studies it again (there could be a secret technique to it for all he knows) then looks back at Riku.]

Hey, tell me one thing you would never ever do. [A pause.] I mean, something normal. Not like hurt the King or whatever.

[german_beefcake]

I certainly don't want to steal any or buy from the black market...! That isn't right...! But I need to get some somehow...

[lured]

[ (It was a sweet gesture. He'll agree with her, there. His sense of humor doesn't allow him not to.

She's won it many times after that.)

His blood or her blood, who knows. The taste of iron is a familiar one, although it still prompts a sharpness at the edges of his mouth (and whether it's a smile or a grimace, who can tell). By the time he pulls back, there's a coat of that copper color upon his tongue. ]

Starting from the teeth, then.

[bluesuit_handy]

Got a thermometer?

[aintno_grave]

No -- wait don't do that. [It'll be worse than that time he and Sherlock Holmes had tea. But, that was awesome.]

[the_new_sexy]

No.

[youmetimespace]

No? Have something else in mind, Doctor?

[hemoloo]

It's your responsibility...You'll have to make a decision that will probably go against the laws established...

Ladies and Gentlemen, today's dinner will be broiled OMGLOLZ. Thank you for traveling with us.

[showmeyourwreath]

_{[So paranoid, Albedo. That's very unhealthy, you know~ :D]}

There's no expiry on the offer, but I can't say I wouldn't be happy if you didn't take me up on it. All the better if it's sooner.

It's really up to you, though. Maybe we just got on the wrong foot? It happens.

[taptap_taptap]

[Sneer.] Human.

[usurp]

As you wish.

[ There's something curious in Petyr's expression as he removes the mockingbird pin from his collar, as if he could not decide between continued defiance and concession to shame. He keeps her gaze, even as he shrugs off the heaviest of his robes and, bit by bit, the very top of that scar — the place where Brandon's blade left his flesh — becomes visible. Soon enough, the whole of it can be seen, an ugly thing running from navel to collarbone, the most obvious vestige of that little boy from the Fingers. ]

There, meager as it is, [ he says, in as measured a tone as he can. ]

[aintno_grave]

Actually, I do... [Two words: fish custard.]

[youmetimespace]

So. Share with the class.

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[lucidmutant]

I was kidnapped after I discovered that this was something that was going on where I was working.

[bluesuit_handy]

[And the smile drops from his face. How is he supposed to avoid boring this man??]

Any good at gauging body temperature by feel, then?

[the_new_sexy]

Is that supposed to be an insult?

[the_new_sexy]

Yes.

Why, are you running a temperature? Does that suddenly make you an alien?

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[the_new_sexy]

And they did this to you?

But now you work for them. Brain modification?

[taptap_taptap]

If you have to ask, yes.

[german_beefcake]

I really don't like the sound of this...

[ferrous]

[ Sansa watches cooly, her expression unmoved and held at a distance though her cheeks continue to burn in defiance of her most basic commands. What power she holds over him would mean nothing were he to know how readily her heart quickens as he abandons the sigil of his name, her stomach churns with some secret seethe as the light catches that stretch of glossed skin.

Carefully, she extends a hand and with the very tips of her fingers, touches the open collar of his shirt, the bare expanse of his throat, the very tips of his collarbones. It's a fleeting sort of contact, as if these things were little more than petals strewn on the wind.

Evenly, Sansa tells him: ]

Rise.

[the_new_sexy]

Moron.

[brosif]

No. "You all" being people from Midgard. And I'm not remotely Norwegian.

I was told you were one of the smart ones.

[the_new_sexy]

Midgard.

[Where has he heard that before?]