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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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.
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[ 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.
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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?
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How could I forget? [ A somewhat feline smile appears on his face. ] It was rather an evening, as I recall.
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[ 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.
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[ 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? ]
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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.
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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.
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An audience? Don't tempt me.
[ no, really, don't. ]