redmarsshit | test drive meme: april 2020

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test drive meme: april 2020

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▶ Click here to read what characters will experience when arriving in Anchor.

▶ All TDM threads can be considered game canon, and current players are welcome to either top-level on the TDM so prospective players can tag them, or use the prompts for logs or network posts on the communities. All threads on the TDM can be used for Activity Check.

▶ SPECIAL NOTE: We're only a month off from the 1 year anniversary of the first TDM, and we received this request for a fancy dress ball, so we thought it would be ~~funny~~ fun to run with it! This TDM will only have one prompt/event, as the monthly log with a bit more plot-related stuff will be going up on Friday May 1st.

a. an invitation.

There are ears everywhere in Anchor. A maintenance bot here, a surveillance AI there. SINI, restlessly pacing the dark digital hallways as she watches over the things that still matter to her. It doesn't take long for word to get out about Starscream's expedition plans. It takes an even shorter time for that news to circulate amongst Anchor's robo-population.

They know when you're unhappy. They always know.

It's why residents will start waking up one fine day to find gorgeous clothes laid out for them to wear and an invitation to a formal dinner taking place down at the plaza at Anchor’s base. The clothes aren't particularly specific to a character's gender, species, or culture - it's all about what the bots think your character would like best. Even if they're wildly off the mark, the clothes are still made to fit and fashioned beautifully. The invitations are marked "TOMORROW, STARTING AT 6PM LOCAL TIME." A smaller note underneath instructs attendees to see the tailor bot adjacent to the spa if they are unsatisfied with their assigned clothing, and also that the spa bots are on high alert, prepared to beautify anyone who wants some extra pampering and a dash of makeup.

Just be careful. Some of the makeover bots are really fond of glitter.

b. quite the spread.

True to the word of the invitation, the plaza is closed off under large white tents and guarded by bots who encouragingly steer you elsewhere should you try to get inside. They're nice, polite, all the things they've been programmed to be whether they like it or not, but there will be no sneaking by them into the party area.

At 6pm on the dot the day after the clothes arrive, characters will find music playing on all levels of Anchor, broadcast from the musical robots who have been practicing ever since that first tiny party almost a year ago.

Invitations will be taken by a bot in an impeccably tailored suit, and characters will be welcomed onto the red carpet that curves around the edge of the park and into the area cordoned off for festivities. The flashbulbs and cheering of bots that line the carpet echo through Anchor, broadcast along with the music until it sounds like the entire place is full of faintly electronic cheering. Each arrival is greeted with a fresh wave of enthusiasm, their image projected larger than life against the interior of Anchor's dome.

The sides of the tents have been rolled up, revealing the absolutely decadent set-up within.

Rows upon rows of buffet tables laid out with the most extravagant and strange dishes for residents to try. All of it delicious, though not all of it will appeal to every palate. There are sweet dishes, savory, spicy, whatever you can imagine. Appetizers of a hundred different kinds. Fruit plates formed into works of art, showing places and events from around Anchor. There are spun sugar reindire. Tiny plates of hors d'oeuvres that depict the faces of residents, both current and former. One particularly large dish is sculpted in the shape of what looks like an explosion emanating from Anchor's base, near where the locked and flooded rooms were found.

There's a cake near the middle of it all, frosting painting an image of a young, smiling man. Anyone who's seen him will, after a moment, recognize the whole and handsome features of a much younger Creepy Joe - the words on the cake say LET'S CELEBRATE OUR OLDEST LIVING RESIDENT!

While most of the food is at least recognizably from the general stores and from the agricultural level, there are other plants and garnishes that look entirely foreign. If asked where they came from, the bots will simply insist they're part of Anchor’s available resources.

There is also a full-service bar, but...not manned by the usual bartender (for anyone who might ask, the other bots will kindly inform them that the usual bartender is on sabbatical for stress). Instead there's a freshly-built bot serving drinks of all kinds, taking requests for old favorites and mixing up new cocktails based on guests' stated tastes.

The only thing not on the menu is a tequila sunrise.

There's a table full of hookahs and little treats that have various light, pleasant effects. These range from simple mood lifts to treats that will leave characters blissed out and relaxed.

c. dance, our residents, dance!

After people have finished arriving, the band picks up and guests' attention is directed upward toward Anchor's dome, where there's a truly magnificent light show being projected with musical accompaniment. It's spectacular, haunting and beautiful...and it shows more than just lights. It also shows celestial bodies in motion across the planet's dusk-red sky, meteor showers, strange northern lights. The show itself is almost an hour long, and ends with words unfurling across the apex of the dome.

HAPPY ∞ +1 ANNIVERSARY ANCHOR #3, THE LONGEST RUNNING COLONY.

STAY HERE, STAY HAPPY!

The show fades away and the music picks up again, encouraging guests to dance.

Go on, dance.

It’s a party after all.

d. the network.

Need to get hold of someone, call for help, ask the city at large a question? Need to ask a friend to back you up to take out the toothy voids? Maybe you need to hold your sat phone up to whatever crazy thing you're seeing and send out a recording to double-check if your eyes are deceiving you and what you're looking at is real?

Whatever the reason, the network is going strong, so feel free to include a post to it in your top-levels.

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The step closer makes her giggle. Her skirts bubbling around him like waves against a cliff, there was so much material, it left them a little island together.

"Something like that. Lots and lots of petals you can pick. It's good for that silly little game kids play, that - 'he loves me? he loves me not?' game."

It's not unlike a gentle embrace, or the feeling of her fur when he buries his face in it. It makes him smile wider, with the laugh wanting to bubble up out of him. When he lets it go it's more of an exhale than anything else, as he nuzzles his faze against hers.

"Mm." He pauses for a moment. "I have never played that game."

"I didn't either," she smiles with it. Though they know the real reason why she never did - she'd have to have flowers or anyone to play it about, it's not worth dwelling on, here and now where everything is comfortable. "I could simply work out the statistic average of petals for each flower kind and then work out the alternating pattern to get the answer I wanted."

"And you did that?"

So, in a way, she played it. In a manner that is truly like her, even if you take away the fact that she had no flowers that she could pick. He shakes his head fondly, lips brushing across her cheekbones.

She gives a look like what? her? never?. Before it slips and she bites at the corner of her lip to hide her smile. Which is easier when he kissed over her cheeks with a deeply content sigh. "Maybe. A couple of times...."

About him, is the hint in between the words.

"... Connor, you're being very distracting."

He reads that meaning into it, too. He wonders when, how many times. How long she'd known she liked him.

"I am?"

Distracting from what, exactly? The dance? He supposes they're not doing much but swaying to the music, but it's nice.

The inherited obsessive nature she had gotten from Jack begged him to never ask how much and how often she had thought about him, wanting something she couldn't fathom.

But at least she didn't have to wallow.

"Of course you are." It's a little out of breath. Only a little. "I don't know if you noticed, but you look very handsome tonight, and you've been kissing me everywhere you can but my lips." Honestly, she was suffering. Everyone could say she was a tease, and they'd be right. But it was nothing on Connor when he was being meticulous, she didn't stand a chance.

He could certainly be meticulous, even teasing, if he wanted to. This time, however, that's not what he's trying to do, and he raises an eyebrow innocently as he tilts back just enough to be able to look at her.

"I had not noticed."

She looks back, utterly set, it seems. With one eyebrow raised. A clear statement of: well?

"That you look good, or that you're teasing me?"

She wasn't going to let him squirm out of it that easily, with his half-directed answers.

Well ...

"Both."

He has no particular opinion about his looks. All he knows is that she likes it, and that's really what matters.

He hadn't meant to tease her, but he won't deny that he was. And that definitely is teasing.

Typical, and just as much that she's trying not to smile because he is being so very much himself.

So instead she stretches out her arms to hook them both over his shoulders and leans up to kiss the middle of his chin, all mischief, but he was used to it.

"Well, I suppose it's okay. I am sure you can think of a way to make it up to me."

"Hmm. How about ..."

For starters, he can tilt his head down to finally kiss her on the lips. If she will let him, and hasn't decided to be a tease too.

There is a moment, where it's the same glee, every time is that same first breathless excitement, all giddy anticipation where she thinks he is going to kiss me, that eager moment all over again where she simply cannot believe it even as it happens. To know that he wants that with her, of all people. That he is singular happiness she has chosen, as he has chosen her, all to herself, and isn't afraid to feel it.

That kisses him back and no, it never diminishes, she adores him as much as she did then, and she still kisses him the same. Excited and all of herself pressed back like any second all of this will disappear and he'll be the only lifeline she has. Smiling with it, a nibble of her teeth on his lower lip, knowing that his lips will be that little bit pink from her lipstick the robots had picked out. It will be a reminder of her on him. Her fingers curling up in the feeling of it, bunching up in the back of his jacket - and he did look so very handsome - maybe a second there, where she pulls back like she might withhold it from him.

Which would mean a lot more if she weren't a bare whisper away from him with a heated voice. As if she hadn't just kissed him like he was water and she would die of thirst if she didn't taste his lips. "I think that's a good place to start. How do you think you're going to follow it up?"

She likes using her teeth, and he keeps thinking that he'll be used to it, that it won't make his skin tickle this time. But it always does without fail, from the nape of his neck to spread along his spine. Warmth follows it, and he leans forward when she pulls back to steal just a moment longer, and her words don't register immediately.

"Err."

Talking isn't really his strong suit, not when it comes to this. He's a man of action more than anything else. Not that he has no ideas at all. He could take her back to their quarters right now, maybe tease her a little bit more, but then he certainly would make it up to her.

How exactly he would do that? He'd take it one thing at a time, according to what struck his fancy. Unlike Angel, he's not one to plan ahead, not when it comes to this.

"Do you want to stay longer?"

"Not if I've got a better offer."

She beams it, there is something wonderful about watching Connor get flustered. Yes, she was the one with plans. Which saying that -

"Are you making one?"

Just happy to lead him, one step at a time, for him to get what he wants out of it.

"We can go back to our cabin and I'll show you."

Exactly what he's offering. Maybe they'll even bring out Angel's notes and pick and choose. Because even if the notes she wrote the first time might have gotten left behind in the City, he's certain she's compiled new ones.

Angel beamed, trying not to look too pleased with herself. But really, who wouldn't be when they had Connor offering to do all sorts of wonderful things to you? She was lucky and going to enjoy it, not least of all because they'd hadn't had a chance to just be with each other since they arrived in this place. She would never bother him about it, but she was never going to turn down the chance to feel him, touch him, hold him, and feel all the wonderful things he did to her.

"I'm all yours."

Then, he will take her hand, and start leading her off the dance floor and out of the party. There's no need to say anything else, so he isn't going to speak, unless she does.

It's not as easy as it has been to take off with him. She is wearing a rather lot of dress. Gathering it up in one hand, gripping it firmly to keep it out of the way of her hooves as she skips to keep pace even with him.

If she stops him, it isn't to talk, it's to pull him against her, when they're out of sight of any partygoers, and kiss him soundly before pulling away the next second with a breathless echo of laughter. Like sulking teenagers, ready to be caught red-handed.

It's not like there's a need to do any sneaking. No one who can't know about them or anyone that would actually care. Definitely none that mattered. Her playfulness is very cute, though, and he's happy to go along with it, nuzzling against her temple for a moment before he keeps moving, holding tightly onto her hand as he carefully picks up the pace. Wants to make sure that she can actually keep up.

While it doesn't actually take all that long to get to their cabin, it feels like ages. They get there eventually, and he opens the door to let her through first, bowing his head a little.

She doesn't wait a second once they're inside. How long since they'd thrown themselves at each other with nothing to stop them? Before here certainly. Too busy since they arrived. Before that had been - messy. So messy. She'd be in the shocks of her drug addiction and feral against his lips.

Angel holds off on kissing him as she reaches her hands behind her own back to begin trying to get the dress undone. But she's laughing, squirming and wriggling in tripped steps to reach their shared room. Stopping further in as she gets it loose on her body in a tug she gets it down over her shoulders and a bends and shimmies her hips to step out of it. Doing a turn in front of Connor as she trailed her hands up her body, showing off the white lacey lingerie where it cupped her and curved her skin, off set against her tattoos and the glimmering gold jewellery like it was the dress - just for him. All for him.

"Do you like this too?" Her back to him, hands against on the outside of her thighs, curving for him too appreciate.

The dress is completely absurd, and he's this close to stepping in to try to help her, even if she seems to enjoy struggling with it. He follows along into their room, shaking his head fondly at the sight, and stops after closing the door behind him.

And she's making a show of it now. He didn't know how much she'd dressed up, because he knows she doesn't always enjoy wearing clothes when they sit too tightly. But he supposes tonight was a special occasion, a bit of an adventure, and she truly is so beautiful when she ... both figuratively and literally glows with the excitement of it. When she's playful, teasing, inviting him to join her. It's been some time since he's truly allowed himself and he knows she's made an effort to let him focus on everything he thought was too important to put off.

Not like anything is finished either - or even truly started - but he could probably use a break. So he smiles warmly, closing the distance between them to reach out and run his hands slowly over her ass and the small of her back.

Angel sighs, the feeling of his hands on her skin. Wonderfully his, inexplicably so. Not soft and delicate, like her own - but worn with work, fighting, climbing. That tickled and scritched and coaxed in all sorts of ways that made her shiver, made her squirm, made her squeal and squeak and whine and moan. Her smile unable to be kept to herself in that simple content memory. She could not say the word, but she felt it seeing him first thing of a morning and last thing at night. Felt it no less now, when all the pretence the world around them forced them to put other things first, but this - this how she wanted to be with him, always. Happy and careless.

"Going to take that as a yes you do."

But as fun as it was to touch - she'd discovered how much she liked to tease, light and playful as she turns, letting his hands play across the expanse of her exposed skin to settle on the front of her hips. Until she could press her rear into him. Grinding back slowly as she stretched her arms back over her head, hooking her fingers behind the back of his neck to anchor herself as she stretched and wriggled. Warm and eager. Her head falling back against his chest, horns firmly tilted away, let him look all the way down her body as she extended and moved. No less showing off, even if it's just for him now.

But it's not nervous and unsure, nor cruel and desperate. Eager and giggling still, maybe it was the party, maybe it was the drinking, maybe it was the ridiculous outfits they were both in. But she felt more comfortable and more inclined to be silly with it. "You're not supposed to keep a girl waiting." biting her lip, shy, maybe. It made her pulse flutter and her tongue stick to say it but here, between them, it was safe. Leaning up to nuzzle the words against his pulse where she could just reach. "Especially not when she's your girl."

Not for the first time, he's rather surprised by how flexible she is, how effortlessly she bends herself into positions that don't look very comfortable but makes his mouth turn dry. He takes a deep breath to settle his racing heart a little, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he rests his hands against her abdomen, fingertips teasing just above the waistband of her panties.

His own arousal makes itself known the next time she grinds back against him, the friction enough to make his breath shudder as he tilts his head towards her, looking for anything that he could kiss. A cheek, a jaw, maybe her lips if he bends down a little.

She did that, she made Connor - Ratonhnhaké:ton - shudder and catch his breath. She made the most stoic, calm and singularly focused person she'd ever met, break it for just a second, and made him keep doing it. She made him feel pleasure enough he came back and never left. Made him keep searching for more from her.

Her monstrous half all but purred in just how right that felt. How much more she wanted to keep doing that. He was hers, hers to undo, hers to glory in. Hers to make shiver and gasp.

To give him what he wanted, freely and the part that was just Angel revelled in that too. No sulking and hiding and no hang ups or catch to doing it. She gave him her kiss with the upturn of her head and it was freely given. Hers to give and his alone to receive and no one could tell them not too.

Her voice is no more than a hummed happiness against his lips as she lets his hands wonder where he wants. But that tease would never be enough and she was never patient. Has to have her kiss and cake too, or however that saying went. Wouldn't stop kissing him for the world, and not least of all to catch his fingers and guide them into her underwear. Not that the little skimpy bit of lace was keeping him out particularly. Encouraging him lower, where she's sorely missed them, sighing with her eyes closed into his mouth. A happy idle thought in her head. "You know what's great about this place? No one cares how long we spend in bed."

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