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CHAT DEMANDS IMPROMPTU IC PARTY FOR THE WIN AND THE LULZ

LET'S GO!  JOIN IN!


At the end of the day, your character is led back to their room in the usual manner.  The nurse's hand reaches for the doorknob and the door swings open, then--

Poof!

Your character appears in a large ballroom with an exquisitely tiled floor and a large stone fountain in the center.  The centerpiece of the fountain, shaped like a large fish, continually emits a spray of glitter from its open mouth.  Several tables covered with crisp white tablecloths are positioned near the walls, and a jar of sharpie brand glitter-paint markers serves as a colorful centerpiece for each.

Against the far wall is a long, rectangular table, with two bowls of red punch.  A sign written in fancy calligraphy rests against each: Yes, and No.  In addition to the punch, there are bottles of every liquor imaginable, as well as several fine wines and packs of cigarettes (though partygoers will have to fight for a single lighter).

The bathroom to one side bears a creepy resemblance to the bathroom in a normal house, complete with a medicine cabinet worthy of a lonely 50's housewife.

On the other side are a series of doors leading to rooms.

CURRENT SUB-ROOMS:

Bathroom
Office
Room of Mystical Legal Aging
Vegas Hotel
Broom Closet
Walk-in Freezer

If your character goes into a room, please put that room in the subject line.  Rooms are lockable.  If you want a room that isn't listed, tell me and I'll give it to you.  XD




Since this is not an actual [livejournal.com profile] damned event and is not srs bzns, feel free to join in with a character that from another rp if you're a potential player.  If this is the case, instead of entering through a door in the institute, your player would enter through a random door in the RP from whence they came.  XD  EDIT:  Party is now also for trying out potential characters.

The YES punch smells and tastes alcoholic, and has the same effect as a normal spiked drink.  The NO punch smells and tastes like normal non-alcoholic party punch.  IF YOUR CHARACTER DRINKS THE NO PUNCH, IM ME AT QUANTIFYTHIS AND I WILL TELL YOU ITS EFFECT.

THE FIRST RULE OF THE PARTY IS DON'T BE LAME.  THE SECOND RULE OF THE PARTY IS SRSLY, DON'T BE LAME.


FORMER MUSIC
FORMER MUSIC
CURRENT MUSIC
(music will be updated when Allie is not lazy and people give requests)

SMALL PRINT:  Powers and weapons are go as long as whoever you're using them on is cool with it.  Continuity from previous damned parties is intact if you want it to be, or not intact if you don't want it to be.  Clothing is whatever your character wore in canon, whatever they should have worn in canon, whatever they wore in their rp game, or whatever isn't in the dryer.  This impromptu chat party will last until everyone gets bored.

prose plz

Date: 2008-09-13 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] high-prosecutor.livejournal.com
It was highly unusual for him to be the one getting demands in this situation instead of making them, but Miles thought he could get used to that coming from Phoenix. No, more than get used to it; he thought he could start wanting it, if he hadn't already.

That slow teasing was driving him to distraction, and it was a moment before he could suppress the moan in his throat enough to speak.
There had been a clear 'and don't stop what you're doing to me while you're giving me that list', and Miles obliged, moving his hand faster as he started to comply.

"I..." His mouth went dry, and he swallowed once before continuing. His voice was soft, husky with arousal and desire; it was more of a plea than a statement. "I want... everything. I want you to touch me, stroke me, suck me..." His face was flushed crimson, more due to arousal than embarrassment.

The last part was an almost inaudible whisper: "And I want you to fuck me senseless."

Date: 2008-09-13 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pleading-ngri.livejournal.com
Phoenix had leaned back to watch Miles as he spoke, compelled to make eye contact, to not just hear pleading but to see it and make known that it had been seen. And he did, though his eyes were lidded as he listened, body faintly rocking with deep, ceaseless breathing and the grip still stroking his almost painfully hard erection.

He wouldn't have predicted this, but he wasn't inclined to question it, either, not when Miles was spread out under him, mussed and begging and apparently loving this just as much as he was.

Grinning, Phoenix leaned down, kissing the curve of his jaw and giving a low, purring noise of quiet approval. "I suppose you want me to keep going through those," he murmured rhetorically. He shifted as he kicked loose his pants and shoes, uncurling a slightly-sticky hand from around Miles' member long enough to seat himself on the desk again and pivot around on his hip, unfolding his legs past Miles' head and off that edge of the desk.

Leaning down on his elbow, he grasped him again, stroking harder as he looked at him down the length of his body. He wanted to start sucking him now, to elicit another once of those delicious, toe-curling groans, and he somehow managed to funnel that desire into a level, pointed challenge instead, one that might have been more ambiguous in any other position. "I want to see how much you want it."

Date: 2008-09-13 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] high-prosecutor.livejournal.com
The shivers turned into writhing, and he made a noise that was as much of a whine as it was a moan. Miles couldn't stop himself from thrusting into Phoenix's hand, wanting the unspoken actions he was promising.

If he had been thinking straight, he might have taken advantage of the way Phoenix was positioned, close enough to run his tongue down the thin seam of his cock, swirl it around his head, to show him how much he wanted the same. The thought never came; he was too far gone with what he was feeling.

He hadn't been this submissive before with anyone. It was new and it was a little strange, but it felt too good to stop, or to try and change things to regain a little bit of control. It was thrilling being under someone else's command in a way he couldn't put his finger on but didn't want to stop.

"I...God, Phoenix, I want..." The words came out in sharp exhalations and gasps. He couldn't finish the thought, as much as he wanted to.

Date: 2008-09-14 12:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pleading-ngri.livejournal.com
That was all he needed. I want, and too much desperate, frustrated hunger to articulate anything else. Before Miles could make another attempt at finishing that thought, Phoenix dipped his head, running the flat of his tongue from root to tip, barely pausing before craning his head to the side and pressing closer, swallowing him as far down as he could.

He slowed at the half-familiar pressure against his soft palate, but didn’t pull back, wrapping an arm around a hip and grasping a trembling-tense thigh in an effort to hold himself still. After a few seconds, something at the back of his throat eased, and he did not even try to restrain the resultant shiver, letting his hand fall away to press still the ridge of a hipbone as he moved down that last inch. He would have moaned approval if he could -- it felt good, it felt right in way that was too simple to be so sublime, knowing that that Miles wanted, and that right now he was the only one who could do anything for that.

Date: 2008-09-14 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] high-prosecutor.livejournal.com
If there hadn't been a room full of people just outside, Miles thought he would have cried out. As it was, he had to muffle the volume of the resultant noise by biting his lip, lest someone get curious. His breathing was in rough gasps, each one vocalized.

He looked down his body, and the sight - approval and pleasure in Phoenix's eyes - combined with the intense pleasure was almost too much. His eyes fell closed, and he arched his back, trying to express in motions and body language what he didn't have the words to say: you're amazing, this is amazing, and for the love of God, don't stop.

Date: 2008-09-14 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pleading-ngri.livejournal.com
Phoenix drew that out as long as he could, unable to get enough of the ragged panting, the sight of his head pressed back against the desk, the way his spine arched and torqued in submission to mouth and hands. But gradually, he drew back, catching a quiet breath.

"God, you're wonderful," he murmured, barely finished speaking before he had his cock in his mouth again, tongue pressing into the valley between foreskin and head and circling. A low hum of pleasure resonated from back in his throat as he tasted him, all alkaline salt and warm-sweet skin.

Date: 2008-09-14 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] high-prosecutor.livejournal.com
Miles opened his mouth to reply, but the words didn't come out, instead replaced by a long, low groan. He placed his palms flat against the desk, turned his head to one side - and smirked. There was only one thing that could make this situation better, and the idea had just come to him.

He twisted carefully at the waist, not wanting to choke Phoenix. He pulled him closer with one arm, then slowly licked at the underside of his member, flickering his tongue up and down the seam at its base, then circling the head.

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