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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isaac 'cambridge' moore [ oc : the order ]

[sexting]

[unchaste]

Cambridge.

[ neal still gets a kick out of the fact that his new office is bigger than peter's. petty, yes, but satisfying.

not the mention, the trappings look great and lend themselves to helping neal accomplish his goals-- which is generally to get what he wants, and impress people. 50/50 either way. ]

Take a seat, will you?

[sexting]

[ Cambridge has always had time for the various telepathic operatives of the world. His own natural propensity for absolute honesty - mainly of the blunt, no-holds-barred kind - and his inflated ego has given him the opinion that he has absolutely nothing to hide. Other than the obvious secret-Order-ruling-the-world thing. And he does enjoy the company of telepaths - stereotypically such clever, vain people but always prone to little quirks and surprises that set them apart from other operatives. At Neal's request he assumes one of the chairs in front of the desk, slowly inspecting the room's décor as he hitches his trousers at the knees and arranges his suit for minimum crumples. ]

How kind. [ He pulls aside a lapel on his suit blazer and indicates the silver cigarette case secreted away in the inside pocket. ] Do you mind if I smoke?

Tell me if I need to change something!

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She walks into the room oozing self-confidence. After all, one would have to ooze self-confidence to wear what she wore: a form fitting dress of sheer black lace that emphasized more than hid the garterbelt and bra underneath, knee-high laced up boots. The clack of the boots' heels echo in time with the idle swing of the riding crop in her hand.

She smiles.]

What a surprise to see you. Mr. Moore, was it?

not a thing <3

[sexting]

[ with her wine glass in hand, Cambridge had been perusing the artwork that adorned the walls as Ms. Adler made her entrance. Cambridge turned, pivoting slowly on immaculately polished stilettos, with the coolly knowing expression of someone who knows exactly what kind of establishment she was in but deigned to pretend it was nothing less civilised than a trendy gallery opening. Her attire - a get-up which made Cambridge's own workplace-suitable black pencil dress, fresh from the halls of the Ministry of Defence, seem perfectly innocent in comparison - was taken with a sweep of her eyes before Cambridge collected her gaze very pointedly in meeting Irene's. ]

If you please. Imogen, if you would prefer to be less formal. [ she sets her glass aside, feigning an innocent shrug. ] I hardly know which is more appropriate, given our engagement. A pleasure to meet you, nonetheless.

[womanwhobeatyou]

I prefer Miss Adler. [She gestures to the high backed armchairs in the room with a flick of the riding crop.] Have a seat, won't you, Imogene.

[sexting]

[ Cambridge folds herself pliantly in to the nearest white sofa, keenly eying Irene all the while. Ankles crossed, knees together, carefully arranging the folds of her pencil skirt - it's all very ladylike. Very deceptive. ]

You don't mind if I smoke, do you? [ Her hand hesitates as she reaches for her handbag, eyebrows raised in a perfect querying arch. ]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Irene walks further into the room, making a circuit behind Cambridge's sofa, the dark crop trailing along the back of the pristine white leather. She eventually takes a seat in an armchair adjacent and crosses her legs, her eyes flickering over Cambridge's hand, smiling at the hesitance.]

Go right ahead. You don't mind if I ask a few questions while you do, do you?