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annabelle van der graft ([personal profile] the) wrote in [community profile] crypt2012-01-11 07:15 pm

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


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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romanticism: (003)

[personal profile] romanticism 2012-01-14 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ The curiosity builds, though the combination of a frown and smile shows more bemusement than anything else. Since this is Cambridge, however, Oxford follows as per the silent request. Hands in the pockets of his jacket, he soon chooses to affect an entirely collected air, features smoothing with both expectation and anticipation. ]
sexting: (02)

[personal profile] sexting 2012-01-14 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cambridge steps smartly in to the room behind Oxford, kicking the door shut as he goes and promptly begins to peel off his beloved suit jacket. If Oxford is looking a little confused Cambridge doesn't seem too bothered; his only acknowledgement of Oxford's bemusement are a few light instructions as he hangs his jacket over the back of a chair. ]

Before I start I'd just like to say - telepathy will spoil the fun. So don't peek, darling.

[ And that's Cambridge's first order; not that Oxford will consciously know it. Now lacking a jacket Cambridge turns, rolling up first one then the other of his Italian shirt sleeves. He's all business, apparently. ]

Remove your tie, please.
romanticism: (FROM MAN OR BEAST.)

[personal profile] romanticism 2012-01-14 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, gladly. You know how much I loathe the damned things.

[ Without so much as batting an eyelid, Oxford reaches up to his collar, laughing quietly. The tie - silk, absurdly expensive - is draped over the chair with Cambridge's jacket, though Oxford's eyes remain trained intently on his friend as he does so. There's a mild suspicion in him, one that interests him, and one that he would not telepathically investigate with or without the matter of complete obedience. Oxford does enjoy a bit of a surprise, most of the time - he also knows how terribly impatient Cambridge is. ]

Whatever do you have planned for me, my dear? You're building the suspense rather admirably, I must confess.
sexting: (07)

[personal profile] sexting 2012-01-14 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ As Oxford sets down the tie so Cambridge steps forward to neatly pick it up again, threading it through his fingers and briefly raising it to brush the silk appreciatively with his lips. Let it never be said that Cambridge doesn't like a good accessory or three. Oxford's tie in hand he retreats to perch neatly on the side of a table and survey the other man with a cool smile. ]

I should explain. Perhaps you remember the time you had me bound rather inappropriately to a lamp post with by a tie? [ Before Oxford can answer he raises his hand and quickly orders: ] Do stay where you are, by the way. Just there. [ Again, he raises the tie and toyingly threads it through his fingers as he watches Oxford's expression. ] You do remember, don't you?
romanticism: (WERE STARS TO BURN)

[personal profile] romanticism 2012-01-14 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oxford's eyes follow Cambridge's fingers as they slip all over his tie, though he is momentarily distracted by the sudden compulsion to stay still, as instructed, despite the fact that his muscles were already prepared to move him forward, to follow Cambridge, to cross the gap and slip right into a state of intimacy. He isn't sure what stops him, and it's clear in the brief cloud of confusion present in his face, though it slips away again as Cambridge continues to speak, and to inappropriately handle his tie. ]

How could I forget? [ A somewhat feline smile appears on his face. ] It was rather an evening, as I recall.
sexting: (12)

[personal profile] sexting 2012-01-14 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, no, I wouldn't look too smug if I were you, dear. I'm about to repay the favour somewhat, you see. [ Cambridge is clearly delighted at being able to mock Oxford in such a way; he holds up the tie, bunched slightly between his fingers, and adds brightly. ] Except I don't even need this...

[ Cambridge sets the tie on the table beside him - pausing only to carefully fold it, he isn't a heathen - before leaning forward with his bare elbows on his knees and his hands clasped. ]

I do believe it's time you took off your shirt. [ So light, so matter-of-fact. ] Slowly, please.
romanticism: (WE COULD NOT RETURN?)

[personal profile] romanticism 2012-01-14 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Slowly? I'm awfully impressed that you requested that of me of your own volition, my boy. [ Oxford's eyes narrow as his hands obediently reach upwards to undo the first button of his shirt, though the smile doesn't quite fade from his face. He likes a good game from time to time. ] Mind you, I have a feeling there may be some foul play involved here, to be quite honest.

[ There's something strangely thrilling about Cambridge finally exacting his revenge for that - inarguably entertaining - evening, and Oxford supposes it's a good thing that he has very little shame anyway. His eyes don't leave Cambridge's for a moment, watching him as slow, precise fingers do away with the buttons of his shirt. He slips it off his shoulders, before raising expectant brows - what now, my dear? ]
Edited 2012-01-14 01:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sexting 2012-01-14 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
What can I say? I intend to enjoy myself for as long as possible. [ Cambridge's new-found patience probably would not have extended nearly so far had the roles been reversed and it was him performing the impromptu strip tease, that's for sure. He lingers thoughtfully, meeting Oxford's querying gaze the whole time, pondering his options before carefully choosing his next order. ]

Now close your eyes - [ He slips from the tabletop back to his feet, watching the other man until he was satisfied, then taking a few cautious steps closer to quietly retrieve Oxford's shirt and discard it next to his tie. ] - And tell me what you think is about to happen here.
Edited 2012-01-14 02:06 (UTC)
romanticism: (IF EQUAL AFFECTION)

[personal profile] romanticism 2012-01-14 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
I've no doubts about that. [ Oxford's voice is a slight purr as he closes his eyes, his intrigue practically palpable. He exhales thoughtfully, giving a little shrug of his well toned shoulders, the movement nothing more than an excuse to draw Cambridge's attention as fully as possible to his body, since Oxford's vanity is being well pandered to here. ]

Let's see. I think that perhaps you will mimic the fateful night with the lamp post, leave me in a state of hopeless and breathless disarray - perhaps take it a step further, introduce an audience, since we are at headquarters, after all - but at the same time, I'm not so sure. You're a creative man, when the mood strikes you. [ He laughs, softly. ] Short answer is that I haven't the slightest clue what you are planning, but I am certain that it will be more than suitable revenge.
Edited 2012-01-14 02:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sexting 2012-01-15 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...Cambridge really can't help but think this would be a little bit more fun if Oxford wasn't so clearly enjoying it. He approaches Oxford as quietly as he can with slow footfalls that are carefully placed on the carpet with each step, frowning silently as he studies the way that smug smile curves Oxford's lips. Cambridge lifts a hand to gently drag a dull fingernail downwards over the muscles of Oxford's abdomen, wondering what kind of reaction it would provoke. ]

An audience? Don't tempt me.

[ no, really, don't. ]