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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[seesobserves]

[Sherlock shrugs.] Fine. Must not have gotten a strong enough dose to trigger whatever effects the gas is supposed to have. Ought to have kicked in by now... [He checks his watch.] We won't know what the culprit intended until he comes to -- in the meantime, no reason not to get a bite. [He gives off one of his short, tight smiles.]

[brosif]

[Sif has seen many things in her lifetime. Angels and demons, forgotten worlds, and nearly Valhalla itself. But now, and perhaps for the first time, she is truly shocked. Her eyes go wide and her legs feel heavy.

In her mind, she hears childhood songs about the fallen frost giants. The ones they used to sing on hunting trips.]

I don't...is this one of your tricks?

Re: Arthur Pendragon || Merlin

[skepticseer]

[Vengeance is hers.]

Oh, Arthur, I believe it is time both of us get what we deserve.

Re: Gwaine | BBC Merlin

[skepticseer]

Kill your closest friend.

[blogging_mystery]

I guess we both got lucky then, We'll just clean up a bit and head out for a bite to eat. I'm starved.

[backwordscompatible]

Well, look at me and my dad.

We're not exactly shy about who we are.

[sicknastiest]

[Dave nods, all cool like he didn't just ask his alien boyfriend to fuck his mouth a little harder, please, because Dave fucking Strider gets off on that shit, and decides to give his throat a rest for a moment, dipping his head down to wriggle the tip of his tongue against the wet folds of Tav's nook.

He does lift a hand, though, to stroke along Tav's bulge while he does so. He wouldn't want Tav to feel neglected, or anything.]

[seesobserves]

Right.

[The ride is fairly quick, but soon the cab is depositing them at their front door.]

I don't particularly feel the need for a shower, but do what you've got to do and we'll be off to The Great Wall.

[blogging_mystery]

Excellent. You should probably change cloths considering we where exposed to unknown chemical agents. [ He says keying open the front door heading into the sitting room taking off his coat and heading up to change his own cloths. ]

[seesobserves]

Mmn. Potential residue on the clothes; probably not enough to trigger any effects, but I suppose we can't take that chance... [He sniffs at his collar curiously as he heads in the direction of his room... A few minutes later, he reappears with a new outfit.]

[blogging_mystery]

[ john comes back down in a different pair of jeans and different color jumper, is that all the man has in his closet? It seems so. ]

You actually changed... [ He says a little surprised but shrugs. ] Come on lets go.

[seesobserves]

[Sherlock pulls a face. Give yourself some credit, John, you do have a good idea once in a blue moon. He tugs at the sleeves of his shirt as they head out.]

After this I want to check the website. Twenty-four hours, something of value may have come down the tubes.

[blogging_mystery]

[ John nods. ] Alright. Food then seeing if we've got any new information.

[ It's a quick walk to the restaurant and John and studies over the menu. ]

[idkmybfftinkerbull]

[Oh, he doesn't think he could feel neglected if he tried. He's got a Strider on his knees in front of him, after all; it's like winning the lottery of sex. Tav lets out a quiet grunt, thighs spreading apart a little more and causing a thin stream of caramel to run down their insides. He can deal with it. His hands do tighten now in Dave's hair, tugging cautiously at first and then a little harder.]

[seesobserves]

[Food, yes. Sherlock looks over the menu with an air of apathy, and when the waitress appears:] Pot of hot tea, and the potstickers.

[Which would be an appetizer.]

[blogging_mystery]

Real meal Sherlock. Please? [ he says setting the menu down and ordering the sweet and sour pork dish ]

[seesobserves]

[He sends John a weary look, but all the same mutters:] Chicken and cashew.

[As the waitress walks away:] You are not my mother.

[blogging_mystery]

I know I'm not your mum, I don't have the right bits. But someone has to make sure you don't starve to death.

[seesobserves]

I did manage to survive a great number of years without you.

[Largely with Mycroft's interference, but still.]

[striking]

Wouldn't be any fun if it did, now would it. And what would you even tell me to do? "Stop being boring?"

[blogging_mystery]

and how many times did you end up in the hospital or have to have some one force you to eat. [ He chuckles. ]

Friends worry about each other. [ he adds. ] Some friends require more worry then others.

[seesobserves]

[Tossed off, the air of a phrase very oft repeated:] I don't have friends.

[Although the fact that John might be counted as his one friend has been recently drilled into him once and for all, so he adds:] Although I suppose your concern is -- [Searching for a word, here --] -- charming.

[blogging_mystery]

I know you don't have friends, you have a friend and a brother. But my point remains the same. [ he smiles a little as the waitress brings their plates and tea. ]

Well this looks good.

[seesobserves]

Actually, not bad.

[To Sherlock, food is little more than fuel, but even he doesn't like his fuel to be over-greasy or tasteless. He puts some on his plate - hardly filling it up, but certainly 'more than a few bites' as John dictated before - and sets to work eating.]

[blogging_mystery]

Is that all you are really going to have... it's a wonder you can think as fast you do with as little as you eat. [ John loads up his own plat and tucks into his food. ]