AUTUMN TEST DRIVE MEME

[rubimods]

⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:

Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. This test drive meme provides a medley of prompts evoking the game's general tone.

THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.

CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: spiders, animated skeletons, aphrodisiac effects, exhibitionism/voyeurism, bdsm, kink negotiation, knifeplay, potential dismemberment.

If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.

FAQ ✧ SETTING ✧ CALENDAR ✧ RESERVES ✧ APPLICATIONS

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE

The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest daylight. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the light has taken on a sickly green. You lie amongst the damp mosses and ferns, the balmy summer air warm and sticking on your bare skin.

Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born. As you sit up and get your bearings, aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember.

You seem to be alone. The gnarled oaks and moss suggest no sign of civilization or sentient life. Just flickers of movement from curious squirrels or brave lizards emerging from their hiding places. With your feet under you, you'll find the wood is filled with berry bushes and nut trees, though much of the fruit has been picked clean. The freshwater stream that runs north-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads, is knee-deep and chilly. Here and there, dotting the autumnal forest, are strange, massive white trees extending into the sky, surrounded by a circle of dead soil. Their sides are smooth and cool to the touch – like bone, for those who know its texture – and they creak alarmingly, threateningly at the press of warm hands.

As you explore, you may encounter caches of clothing left in painted crates or placed in hollow tree trunks. They contain loose shirts and trousers, perhaps even a moth-eaten coat, along with a note that includes a bare-bones explanation for your arrival and a sketched map toward town. You may also run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist groups, others may still be processing their confusion, with no memory of how they got here. Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty; it's going to be a long hike to find civilization.

Turn your back to the darker, shadowy parts of the forest and eventually the glow of manmade lights and the curve of a dirt road may come into view. At the edge of the wood, you'll find a town surrounded by a fifty-foot wall of beige stone. The only entrance is an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people inside.

This quaint, historic town of five-thousand has cobbled street and signs lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street – a clockmaker, a cobbler, a grocer – while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. Above the town, drifting like a low hanging cloud over the tops of the buildings, is a pavilion swathed in deep red cloth, and to the north, past the end of the main street, are several large blockades barring further exploration. Somewhat strangely, the whole town seems to be in a state of slight disrepair– workers bustle around, filling in a large hole in the town wall, a woman curses and fiddles with the crank mechanism of a well, and children splash through muddy potholes in the cobblestone, chasing a malnourished looking dog. Here, the bone trees have taken root as well, a few rising through buildings, branches extending through cracked roofs, others rooted in the middle of the street.

When you enter, the streets are full of people, but despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, they don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. Those determined to find proper clothing regardless will find that modern clothing stores aren't available – the closest this town has is a tailor's shop and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.

BREAKING AND ENTERING

If you intend to have your character break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry, please review the info about game laws on the FAQ and give the mods a heads up HERE.

SETTING: CRIME

Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! Anyone who ask the locals will be directed to the boarding house for both clothes and a place to stay. Accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines, beyond an overgrown yard in the residential sprawl of the town is a bright-red door, which opens to a spacious cottage of several stories. Parts of the house still bear the dust of disuse, gathered on various furnishings – bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. However, it's already full of people! Once inside, you may notice patchwork repairs have been made, some scorch marks still linger from a fire about a year back, and the place seems somewhat in disrepair

Tonight, a few of the townspeople will help out with the new arrivals. They stock the kitchen and prepare a communal dinner of parsnips, pheasant, and squash. During dinner, they (and those outsiders who've already begun to settle) sit down at the enormous wooden dining room table and help orient the newcomers and answer their questions. The town has recently been through some upheaval, and its people have suffered a great loss, newcomers are told. Everyone is doing their part now to restore it to its former glory.

finding roommates

Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.

Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal – at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.

WRITER'S BLOCK?

If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: naked hiking, acquiring clothing or other inventory items, asking questions at dinner/orientation, or staking your claim on a bedroom!

RECUMITA

The festival fills the streets with dancing locals and all the stuffs of a street market. Despite a stressful summer - the events of which the local seem reluctant to speak of - there's much cheer and reveling over the abundant harvest, and the harvest festival of Recūmita becomes a celebration of unity and community strength dedicated to their fellow townspeople for salvaging this year's crops, the Duchess' magic for protecting them from the horrors beyond the Void, and the Void-Touched who have become such an integral part of their community. Everyone is expected to participate, and everyone is expected to pitch in.

Over the weekend, all regular work is put on hold, except for the necessary festival preparations. The streets come alive with vibrant stalls and stands, offering a wide array of delectable treats and refreshing beverages. From barrels of beer and cups of kvas to mouthwatering roasted meats, delightful squash-based dishes like pumpkin latkes, honey-glazed brussel sprouts on skewers, hot borscht in both pork and vegetarian variations, and tantalizing mushrooms stuffed with leeks, cranberries, and bryndza cheese, there is an abundance of flavors to indulge in. But take care of what you put in your mouth. Rubeans traditionally spice their foods with aphrodisiacs, something that is so culturally normal to them that they don't feel the need to mention it.

The first day of the festival transforms the streets into a bustling night market, where the Rubeans organize an assortment of carnival-style games and communal activities.

- Test your strength and aim in knife throwing contests as willing (or confused, drunken) volunteers line up to serve as live targets, standing against a wall with an apple balanced atop their heads. Hopefully someone explained the rules to you beforehand - pierce the apple, and the target is yours to... pierce... in turn. Miss your shot in three attempts, and they get to have their way with you instead. Either way, it would be in awfully poor form to refuse...

- Challenge your pain tolerance in public displays where individuals whip or cut each other to determine who yields first, with the watching crowd cheering the participants on into a frenzy.

- Impromptu improvisational theater where hapless members of the audience are pulled in to act out bawdy jokes or monstrous tales... and are expected to fully act out their part, whether it means growling and biting the actor while playing 'angry bear' or giving him a good fingering in the role of 'lascivious rake.'

- Hot oil massages are being offered in a large tent, where smooth chunks of volcanic rock have been brought in from the nearby coast and heated to radiate warmth, warding away the autumn chill. Relax in your own curtained room and let yourself enjoy a massage from an enthusiastic volunteer - or take your turn rubbing out tight knots and sore muscles among the Rubeans and Void Touched alike. Of course, these intimate activities often take an enthusiastic sexual bent, so for those trying to hide away in the tent, be careful about ducking into the wrong room.

- For those artistically inclined, a long bench is loaded up with massive sheafs of wheat-stalks, and Rubeans sitting around braiding and weaving them into intricate wreaths and crowns. Join the gossip circle to hear about Yudmila's affair with both of the blacksmith's daughters, Hugo's feud with his next door neighbor, and other small-town tales. When you're done weaving, you're expected to spill a bit of blood upon the wreath and dedicate it to the Duchess Zlatka.

Enthusiastic Rubeans, particularly those involved in integrating the Void-touched, take it upon themselves to enhance the festivities. They recruit local participants and willing Void-touched individuals to partake in impromptu stage performances and competitions, with no need for rehearsals. Come as you are and join the spectacle! Once the performance begins, the passion and excitement behind their efforts become truly evident, as all the performances call for explicitly sexual or violent acts to be performed together.

However, those who refuse to get in the community spirit of shared trust and pleasure may find themselves singled out by the Duchess' stewards for some personal, mandatory education on Rubean culture and traditions. They may be forcibly dosed with potent aphrodisiacs, put on display in the stocks or upon a stage until they plead for Her Grace's mercy... or have satisfied enough of the sexual or sadistic desires of any passer-bys.

Throughout all of this, the general attitude from the local townsfolk may occasionally come across as strangely admiring or overtly hostile. While many of the common people of Rubilykskoye hold mixed personal opinions toward the newcomers to their town, two extremist groups have emerged with opposing viewpoints: some think you are benevolent, beneficent beings with nascent powers sent to lead and guide them and solve their woes. These people, called Blackguards, will do their best to make sure your participation in the festival is one of joy and pleasure. But others, called the Zlatniki, believe that the outsiders coming into their land have corrupted their fellows and seduced their Goddess, and will do their best to twist their native traditions toward cruelty and vindictive sadism when it comes to the Void-touched.

writer's block?

If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try your hand at knife throwing or serving as a knife-throwing target, get or offer a massage, watching or joining a live sex performance, or eating some aphro food (deliberately or otherwise)!

the fathomless dark

At the outer edges of the forest, shadows grow long and the air grows thick. Though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset, the wood darkens. Birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs. Anyone who ventures out this way will soon find it difficult to see before them, even in the middle of the day — eventually, even the brightest magical light source or darkvision cannot stretch further than a few inches.

In the void, the air feels heavy, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Characters who push too far into the void may stop being able to move at all, and find themselves given over to insanity if they collapse, unable to draw themselves out. This is just one of many dangers.

Monsters thrive this far out. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they attempt to use their webbing to entangle any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.

In addition to the spiders, you may come across strange skeletal creatures out in the deep forests. An enormous gray bear wearing the horns of an elk, studded with sharp bony spikes protruding from its fur. A wolf-sized badger whose entire skull is visible beneath mossy green growths, sprouting human-like bony limbs from its spine that grab and claw at anything that comes near. Each one is distinct, an unholy hybrid mishmash of plants and animals and bone, but viciously aggressive toward any living creature that crosses its path.

FAQ: DEATH RULES

Those who seem lucky enough not to run afoul of the monsters here are in for a worse fate. The void can play tricks on your senses. As madness sets in and you lose all sense of direction, you may also lose control of your body — what is that steers your hands to turn against your friends? Why does it sound like your own voice whispering?

In the fog, you may also hear the voices of those familiar to you — people you know from the town, or people whom you know with almost perfect certainty aren't here. these figments may recreate unhappy memories or force trespassers to hallucinate their worst nightmares. Nothing is as it seems in the void, and when you swing at these figments, desperate to silence them, it might not be a figment at all, but a friend in the flesh trying to help you. By the time you see their true face, it could be too late to stop yourself.

writer's block?

If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try fighting a monster, hallucinating your worst nightmares, and/or attacking a friend or stranger!

HIDING INSIDE EACH OF US

Something's wrong here.

The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.

FAQ: MONSTER CURSES & TIMELINES

Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.

Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.

someone else transforms

Rubilykskoye's performance troupe is thrown into a state of panic as Emrik, the male lead of their newest opera, has vanished without a trace! Sure, Emrik has a reputation for being broody, jealous and a little too fond of dramatic entrances and exits, but how is the show supposed to go on without him?

But in the scramble to find their leading man AND get set up for their next performance, a heavy beam nearly crashes down upon a stagehand's head, and the female lead narrowly escapes being snatched up by a shadowy figure that croons a tender melody to her shortly before flinging her into a mirror. Emrik has transformed, and his skeletal, bat-like figure now haunts the rafters of the theater, trying to seduce the prettiest members of the troupe with his haunting song while cutting ropes and raining deadly projectiles down upon them from above.

(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)

you waited too long

At first, as you hide yourself from your darker impulses, a subtle itch develops under your skin. An irritability that makes you snap at the person who bumps into you on the stairs because all those fleeting emotions that you've been repressing bubble to the surface. Every dark thought you've had about being here, all the fears of never getting home, of being surrounded by ticking time bombs, the anxiety of wondering who you might hurt or what relationships you might betray by doing what you have to do. The anger. Oh, the anger.

Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.

As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?

RULES: CONTENT WARNINGS

Comments

[callmehbic]

It's probably just going to take time.

[Hopefully she's better at waiting than Nancy has ever managed to be.

Speaking of which, Nancy leans forward when Ellie does, genuine surprise written all over her face.]

I didn't know there was a name for liking both.

[And now her sheltered upper-middle class is probably showing.]

Do you like me?

[paucities]

Ugh, time.

[ Her tongue loosens, her inhibitions lower. She's well acquainted with the process. It usually ends with her somehow not choking on her own sick or fast asleep between the legs of a woman that no longer loves her and is nowhere to be found.

A woman...

Ellie sets her arms on the table, one hand covering her eyes, massaging them. ]

There are so many fucking words for it. Mines are simple. Homosexual, homoromantic. You get the meaning. Yours... well, who knows. [ She waves her free hand, and for whatever reason someone comes and refills her drink. Well then.

But she asks the question. Ellie laughs; a strange, alien sound. ]

You're hot, Nancy. Sex? Yeah, maybe. Feelings? I don't do feelings anymore.

[ Her fingers part enough to let her peek from a single eye at her. Just how is she going to react? ]

[callmehbic]

I feel like we've got nothing but time. Unless you've managed to figure out how to leave in the last couple of minutes and you're just keeping it to yourself for dramatic effect.

[The odds of that are pretty slim. She's not going to hold her breath. She does, however, help herself to more mead. It's probably fairly obvious that she's making an effort to pace herself- the last time she'd gotten drunk had ended spectacularly badly for almost everyone involved.]

Simple is good. I've never really given it much thought before.

[Now seems like as good a time as any to start. In the time it's taken her to finish half of her own drink, Ellie has finished hers and gotten a refill, which can only end well.

That answer is a lot more than she was anticipating, though, so she's not entirely sure how she wants to feel about it.]

Feelings are bullshit, anyway. We can see how it goes.

[paucities]

If I had, I wouldn't be here.

[ More mead. More relaxation. The edges of the world soften. Ellie could've become an alcoholic any day, just give in to the temporary comfort of it, but she's kept herself sober through worst. Still, today she feels like she's earned it. ]

Was it not a thing back in your world?

[ Oh. Is she? Ellie lowers her hand, using it to rest her chin. She's been resisting this place the entire day, refusing to indulge like everyone else seemed to, so easily, so carefree. And yet, this feels different. This isn't a higher power pushing her into putting on a show. No, this is...raw. Impulsive. Real, surprisingly enough.

And yet. ]

I- Nancy.

[ Ellie huffs, deciding to take another swing at her glass. ]

I won't be nice to you. Delicate. I will try, but I won't be able to help myself.

[ Arousal and anger go hand in hand with her, with her mind being what it is. She can almost picture it, Nancy's delicate, soft body, slowly turning purple, Her mouth waters. ]

There are better women for your first time.

[callmehbic]

Neither would I.

[Presumably, because her being here means she's not at home to help with whatever bullshit is happening to Hawkins, courtesy of Vecna. It's not that she doesn't trust the others to handle it so much as that she doesn't want to just leave the responsibility of handling it to them.]

It probably was. People just didn't really talk about it. Hawkins isn't exactly the most forward-thinking place to be.

[Which was why she'd been so determined to get out before she ended up trapped at the end of a cul-de-sac. Like her mother. It hadn't worked out with Steve or Jonathan, in the end, because neither of them could wrap their heads around the fact that she had no desire to stick around and slowly suffocate in the small town she'd spent her entire life in so far.]

I'm not asking you to be nice.

[Nancy shrugs. She's not asking for anything at this point. She'd tagged along because Ellie'd asked her to. Sex had come up as a hypothetical, and Nancy is willing to roll with it because she likes Ellie. At no point was she assuming it would be nice.]

Maybe. You're the one I'm sitting here with, though.

[paucities]

Glad we agree on that.

[ Would Ellie tell Nancy how to leave, if she were to discover how? Would she tell anyone? Ellie can't answer that at the moment, and it's not because she's getting increasingly buzzed. Not that it matters; they're stuck in this fresh hell until something else outside of their control happens. It's infuriating, but the more she stresses over it, the least sharp she'll be. And she needs to remain as sharp as possible. ]

When were you from, by the way?

[ Did she ask? Did Nancy tell her? She shouldn't expect to retain much information anymore, not until the booze is out of her system.

Besides, there's far more important things happening right in front of her eyes. Ellie had always been pretty cagey about her own sexuality; the apocalypse hadn't been any kinder to bigots, but a smaller population meant that potential partners were scarce too. One older girl in Jackson, and then Dina, who was obviously bi. Ellie didn't really know if she was starved for sex, but she knew that she had certainly never had enough.

She downs the rest of the mead (she's not entirely certain the mead is just mead anymore, but whatever; better drunk than inordinately horny) and stands up. The world tilts to a side, but her hands resting on the table keep her straight...or as straight as she could ever be.

Nancy isn't going to take a no for an answer; if Ellie doesn't humor her, she'll probably find someone who will. And Ellie realizes that she cares about the other girl's safety, as much s that realization pains her. ]

Show me to your- to our room.

[callmehbic]

Me too. I don't know about you, but I was in the middle of something pretty important before this little detour happened.

[More accurately, she'd been about to start something pretty important before waking up in medieval times hell, but it feels pretty pointless to worry about a technicality right now. And while there's no reason to believe that her absence will make things any more difficult than it would've been otherwise, Nancy is absolutely stubborn enough to insist that being there would make things better. Not to mention that she has a vested interest in seeing Vecna taken out for good.]

Oh. It was March of 1986.

[Somehow, that's something that hasn't come up at all. Maybe it's just not that important. It probably doesn't matter much either way, but it's kind of nice of Ellie to ask now, even if it's just an afterthought.

Nancy raises a brow at Ellie finishing off another glass of mead, and pointedly abandons the last of hers. It also takes her a solid thirty seconds to stand, and in the end she realizes she's being unnecessarily cautious. There's no way of knowing if the drinks being served in here are spiked like the ones being served elsewhere, so she's just going to have to roll the dice on that for now.]

It's on the second floor, so I'm hoping you can still manage stairs.

[On the plus side, it's not that many stairs, and Ellie doesn't seem to be as wobbly as Nancy might have guessed. Which is a good thing because Nancy is feeling a little wobbly. As a compromise, she reaches for Ellie's hand.]

Come on.

[paucities]

Saving the world, princess?

[ She's a princess now. A cool, strong princess, but a princess nonetheless.

The mention of the year gets a soft "oh" from Ellie, but she doesn't elaborate. Maybe some other time, when her head is less foggy and the mood isn't very pointedly going towards, well... they'll figure that one pretty quickly.

Ellie snorts at the notion she might be able to walk on her own, and proves Nancy wrong by strolling right next to her side with ease. She can handle her alcohol, and her personality doesn't change much while drunk anyway.

She still hold her hand, though. It's a nice hand. Soft, but she can feel the roughness underneath that betrays her delicate look. Nancy has been through some shit. ]

On we go.

[callmehbic]

Something like that.

[Assuming it can be saved, anyway. Nancy's trying to be optimistic about their chances, but being trapped here isn't helping with that.]

If I'm a princess, what does that make you?

[Significantly less delicate princess, maybe. Does it matter? Probably not. Nancy's not even bothered by the nickname. She's guessing it wasn't 1986 for Ellie, but that doesn't matter that much either right now.

The most important thing here is that she's not going to have to drag Ellie up the stairs. Holding her hand is nice, though, and while it's taken Nancy this long to start wondering how this is even going to work, she's hoping that it's something that'll work itself out with as little awkwardness as possible.

So she's not dragging Ellie, technically, but she is walking kind of quickly, up the stairs and to the end of the hall, before finally, unceremoniously, leading the other girl into her room. Their room.]

Okay.

[Very nice. Very charming. She has no idea what she's doing, but she feels pretty confident as she turns abruptly to crowd into Ellie's space.]

Kiss me.

[paucities]

If you're a princess, I'm your bastard bodyguard, of course.

[ She lets her lead, hand held tight. She can feel Nancy's urgency, as if she's trying to outrun her common sense. And she is, in a way. Ellie can't say she's still 100% behind this, and she's surprised of her own sense of decency, all things considered. But honestly, would she take advantage of a pretty girl if she insisted enough? There are lines she wouldn't cross, for sure.

She gets unceremoniously pushed into the room, and has but a moment to take in the room before being turned around to a face full of Nancy. Well then.

Ellie smirks. She's cute, this is cute. ]

Oh. Princess.

[ She could just go for it, put the paces on her, but her cautiousness remains as sharp as ever, booze or not.

Ellie extends a hand, fingers curling; she brushes her knuckles along Nancy's cheek, trailing her jawline softly, her thumb pressing on her face, under her eye, trailing the bridge of her nose, ending up on her lips, delicately brushing them, first the upper, then the lower, parting them just enough to peek at her teeth. Her hand stops on her chin, holding it lightly with her thumb and index finger, lifting it.

She leans in. ]

You feel that?

[ She pays attention to her reactions; her breathing, her pulse, the intensity in her eyes. ]

You feel bad, or weird, or uncomfortable, you tell me, okay? I like you, Princess. I don't want to hurt you.

[ Words she probably utters once every couple of years, honestly.

But assuming Nancy gives her confirmation, Ellie closes the distance, lips touching. It's a light kiss, at first, just to test the waters. Her hand leaves her chin and wraps behind her head, fingers digging into Nancy's hair.

It's hard to tell how long the kiss lasts, but Ellie pulls back slightly, inspecting Nancy. She's being as careful as she can be, but the kiss has already got her feeling aroused. Her fingers curl on Nancy's hair. ]

Hmm?

[callmehbic]

In that case, I think I'll keep you around for a while.

[Yea, that's definitely the way that works. In a way, she is kind of trying to outrun her common sense, because this is all happening just a smidge faster than what Nancy is used to. Impulsivity isn't one of her strong suits, at least when it comes to things like this. But at the same time, she's intrigued by the idea of kissing Ellie- of maybe doing more than that with Ellie.

Normally, the nickname would have her rolling her eyes, but sometimes she's a hypocrite. And apparently, she's willing to make an exception for the cute girl she's thought about kissing.]

You keep calling me that.

[It's not entirely untrue, in the grand scheme of things. Which is probably what annoys her the most about it. Or why it would be annoying if it were literally anyone else standing in front of her. It's just really hard to worry about a dumb nickname with Ellie's hand on her face. If she's being completely honest, it's almost impossible to focus on anything but Ellie right now. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright when she meets Ellie's eyes, and she finds herself leaning in as well.]

Yea, I feel it.

[The thing about Nancy is that she's absolutely the type of stubborn asshole to power through even if something is uncomfortable or weird. And truthfully, she had been expecting this to feel not quite right, or a little uncomfortable, or some combination of both. So it's a little surprising that the only thing she's feeling in this moment is anticipation.]

I like you, too.

[In case that part wasn't entirely obvious. The kiss is light, almost chaste, and the most exciting part about it is Ellie's hand gripping her hair. But it's enough to leave her breathless and wanting more. Ellie's the first one to pull back, Nancy licks her lips.]

You know, that was pretty nice for someone who doesn't do nice.

[paucities]

[ Ellie tilts her head to the side, amusement apparent on her face. ]

Shush.

[ Still, her good mood is undeniable. Her free hand presses against the small of Nancy's back, drawing her closer. Their hips collide, Ellie's fingers sneaking underneath Nancy's shirt, feeling her spine as they slide up, then moving to the side, feeling her ribs.

She ducks in, teeth biting lightly on her neck, kissing her way up to her chin, following along her jawline, leaving a trail of bite-kisses. Her hand in her hair curls, pulling her hair slightly, fingernails scrapping against her scalp.

Ellie leans in, pushing Nancy back. She shoves her against the wall, as softly as she can manage, face hovering in front of Nancy's, noses touching. Then, in a breathy, demanding tone: ]

Kiss me.

[ A challenge, her lips curling into a toothy smile. ]

[callmehbic]

You're so cute.

[That's likely not the sentiment Ellie is hoping for, but that's where Nancy's at right now. And honestly, it's just nice to see her in a better mood. She opens her mouth to say something else and promptly snaps it shut again as Ellie pushes into her space.

It's been long enough for Nancy that the hand creeping up under her shirt and Ellie's mouth trailing toothy kisses up her neck are enough to wring a groan out of her.

Her back hits the wall and Nancy's hands drop to Ellie's hips, tugging her closer. She looks up, smiling sweetly, to meet Ellie's eyes for a moment, before leaning in to kiss her hungrily.]

[paucities]

Shut up.

[ But Ellie sounds way too embarrassed to be threatening in any way.

Nancy kisses her, and Ellie answers. This isn't the chaste, delicate kiss she started with; this is a hungry one, lips parting, mouths opening and breath growing rough. Her roaming hand wants to keep moving, but Ellie shows as much self-restraint as she can muster, and so it settles on her back, still under Nancy's shirt, fingernails digging in slightly.

Ellie grunts, one of her legs moving between Nancy's legs, knee rubbing against her crotch. She wants to hear her moan, scream, she wants to feel her shiver against her, and so she continues, teasing her, pulling her face back ever so slightly, only to bite her lower lip, pulling it lightly before letting go and leaning in to kiss her again. Her hand on her hair finally lets go, worming its way down to her neck, thumb pushing slightly against her throat.

And while Ellie is lost in the moment, she's also acutely aware of Nancy's reactions, making sure to react accordingly. ]

[callmehbic]

Rude.

[It's not a complaint, and Ellie doesn't sound particularly angry, so she's not going to worry too much about it.

She's been a little on edge this whole time, despite clearly being interested. This had all seemed a lot less intimidating when it was still a hypothetical future thing, but ultimately, her attraction to Ellie is enough to overpower her nerves. Unlike that first sweet little kiss, this one is hungry and demanding and genuinely everything she'd been anticipating.

The noise she makes when Ellie's knee presses against her is somewhere between a whine and a moan. And there's no time to be outraged even if she'd wanted to because Ellie keeps pushing. Nancy responds in kind by grinding herself against the other woman's leg. Her hands creep higher, sneaking up the back of Ellie's shirt so she can drag her nails up her sides. The hand on her throat makes her pulse race and she moans into the kiss.]

[paucities]

What you're gonna do about it?

[ Nancy's hands on her skin are like hot coal, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake, making her shiver under her touch. And her voice...her voice makes her groan in return, feeling her body grind against her own.

Ellie's hands move to Nancy's waist, lifting her with ease, coaxing her to wrap her legs around her own waist. From there, she starts kissing her neck, moving down to her clavicle, then her chest. ]

Shall we take this to the bed?

[ She's already taking them there. ]

[callmehbic]

I like it.

[Which is probably kind of ridiculous, but it's not something she's going to think too hard about right now. She'd rather focus on the noises Ellie is making, the warmth of her skin under her hands, instead.

She's not expecting Ellie to pick her up, despite being deceptively light, and it makes her gasp softly. But she's quick to recover, wrapping her legs around the other woman's waist and sliding her hands up her back. Her head tips to the side, exposing more of her throat.]

Yes please.

[paucities]

[ Ellie grins as she walks towards one of the beds. Hers, Nancy's? She doesn't know. Does it matter? Again, she thinks they should just put them together. Neither of them is walking out and lying on another bed. She stops at the edge of the bed for long enough to kiss Nancy again, softly, tenderly, even.

She might have slammed Nancy against the wall, but she now lays her on the bed softly. Ellie then removes her shirt, exposing her toned, surprisingly clean, but also heavily scarred torso. Most of her scars are faded enough to not be visible, but there's enough of them that stand out to point to a life of violence. She then tugs Nancy's shirt up, lightly her arms up. She then stands there, taking in the scenery before sinking over Nancy, bodies touching as she slides down from her jaw, stopping at her neck, where she not only kisses, but bites. It's not a true, hard bite, but enough to leave a little mark.

Hers, a little voice growls in her mind. Hers, and nobody else's. Not tonight.

Her hands cup Nancy's breasts, tenderly, and she moves down to kiss them, teeth teasing a bite that doesn't quite come. Not yet. ]

[callmehbic]

[In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter that the bed Ellie sets her sights on is Nancy's. With only two in the room, there was a fifty percent chance of it turning out this way. Still, she finds herself smiling at how careful Ellie's being with her.

So much for being unable to be nice.

Nancy props herself up on her elbows and settles in to watch as Ellie peels off her shirt. She's not entirely sure what she was expecting, but the handful of visible scars don't seem too out of place based on what she's learned about Ellie so far. Meanwhile, the majority of Nancy's are of the emotional or psychological variety. But she raises her arms without protest, and even fights the urge to shield herself with her arms.

For another brief moment, Nancy stares. And then Ellie is pressing in close before she can open her mouth to say anything else. It's a little overwhelming, having her this close, feeling the heat of her body. That little love bite earns her a moan. Nancy's hands smooth down over her sides, and then around to trail up her back, nails dragging lightly. Her moan dissolves into a whimper as Ellie's hands find her breasts, and she arches her back in an attempt to push herself closer to the other woman's hands and mouth.]

[paucities]

[ Ellie's lean, muscular frame tenses as she props herself down on Nancy's breasts, fingers pinching, tongue rolling, roaming freely as she takes her in completely, both a caress and a bite as she loses herself on the sensation, her only link to reality the moans coming out of her partner for the night, reminding her there's much to her than a couple of amazing tits.

They are pretty amazing, though. Nancy's body speaks of a life that would be akin to luxury for Ellie, and she takes a bit of distance to look at her in reverence. Soft, delicate, unblemished, and yet she can feel the strength hiding within. It makes her want to revere her. It makes her want to break her. Maybe she'll do one first, and then the other.

Ellie kisses her way down, stopping at every rib to land a little kiss, nose sinking into the softness of her stomach, fingers pressing at the sides of her hipbones She then slides her down, arching over her, larger than ever, lips seeking lips, hands seeking skin to squeeze and scratch. ]

[callmehbic]

[The onslaught of roaming mouth and pinching fingers is overwhelming and, for a long moment, the only thing Nancy can seem to do is squirm and moan. It's impressive, really, and it's probably the first time in a long time that she's been able to get out of her head.

She takes a moment to breathe when Ellie pulls back to look at her. It's over almost as soon as it begins, though. Ellie's mouth blazes a trail of pleasure down the front of her, leaving her flushed and trembling. Ellie slides her down the bed, and Nancy leans up to meet her.

Nancy's hands find Ellie's breasts. Her touch is tentative at first, giving an experimental squeeze before lightly pinching her nipples. Nancy knows what she likes, but Ellie is a mystery that she's looking forward to solving.]

[paucities]

[ Ellie smiles at the sensation of Nancy's fingers against her skin, breath uneven as she inches closer, letting her do whatever she wants. ]

You can be a bit rougher, if you want.

[ She's not expecting Nancy to go crazy, but Ellie wants her to know that she can take it if she so wishes. She dips, mouth hot and wet as she lightly nibbles on one of Nancy's ear lobes, circling around to kiss her behind her ear.

One hand moves across her chest, index finger sliding down, past her bellybutton, hooking over her pants, a small, tentative pull as it slides to the side, exposing a good chunk of hip. Her eyes roll lazily, exploring her exposed skin from navel to forehead, taking it all in. They then settle on Nancy's eyes, bright, wide, expectant,a single silent question hanging heavy on the air.

"Should I?" ]

[callmehbic]

[Nancy laughs, a breathy sound, and gives Ellie's breasts another little squeeze.]

I was about to tell you the same thing.

[Another pinch, harder this time. Her fingers tug and roll and twist her partner's nipples into stiff little peaks. As much as she's enjoying what Ellie's doing, she's also paying attention to the other woman's reactions. She wants to make Ellie moan.

The hand toying with the waistband of her pants is making it all but impossible to concentrate. Nancy sucks in a breath and massages Ellie's chest. She's been focused on her face whenever possible, and on her reactions the rest of the time, but she meets her eyes now.]

We should take them off.

[Maybe it's a little fast, but she trusts Ellie enough to want this to happen.]

[paucities]

[ Ellie grins back at her, then gasps, surprise overtaking her amusement for a moment. And then she laughs, a surprisingly clear, not at all unpleasant sound; Ellie presses her hand over Nancy's, breath wavering at the pleasure of her soft palm pressing against her soft skin. ]

You catch up quickly.

[ She simply nods in agreement, grunting as she rolls around, falling next to her. Thumbs hooking her own pants, she takes them off in a swift motion; no panties, but only because she hasn't bothered finding some yet. Ellie rises to her knees, turning to give Nancy a full frontal with zero shame; abs, tone, she's fairly well built, fat only where it counts. Her fingers then go for the other girl's pants, pulling them down carefully, taking in every new inch of skin revealed to her. If she were wearing panties, they're coming along the ride as well. ]

[callmehbic]

[She has a nice laugh, Nancy thinks. But that would be pretty wild to admit right now, so it's a good thing that she has other things to focus on. Ellie's warm against her hand, and Nancy decides to take that hitch in her breath as a win.]

When I'm motivated.

[And truly, the thought of having Ellie to herself for the night is all the motivation she needs. Nancy pulls back again, turning slightly to watch the other woman shedding the last of her clothes. She opens her mouth to say something and promptly closes it again, clearly at a loss for words. There isn't much time to enjoy the view before her pants are coming off, and she wiggles a little in anticipation. Once the clothes are out of the way, she fights the urge to cover herself by rising to her knees so she can lean in and kiss Ellie.]

You're beautiful.