(no subject)

[copyrights]

Who: YOU
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 84 Evening ★ WHEN THE HIP PEOPLE PARTY ★

[You might just have bad luck today! ♪ ★ ♪

Whether you just suddenly trip right into a hole or walk through a door or maybe you just got the alert and walked there on your own, you end up straight into the game tower.

It's looking pretty wild with lights flashing everywhere and probably loud rave music playing in the background.

There's something extra different today though! On the screens, there's a weird dude on there spinning around in a chair, looking like he's having the time of his life!

Wait, who's this guy?]

signups | mingle |instructions | turnin

(ooc: ping celi on discord for questions!)

Comments

[rollplayinghouse]

Everything about you.

[Wry, but she keeps her eyes forward to drive.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Shifts to lazily trail his fingers up and down the back of her neck]

I'm just here to enjoy the ride.

[rollplayinghouse]

[A light flush comes to her cheeks.]

You realize that if you do manage to distract me, I'm going to crash this way before you manage to take a knife off of me.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You say that like you think I wouldn't enjoy that kind of challenge.

[On the next pass down her neck, he runs his fingers across her shoulder and down her side - a little awkwardly considering the lack of space in the bumper car]

[rollplayinghouse]

What, trying to distract me enough to crash the car? There's no way you'll manage that either.

[She looks sidelong at him for a second and huffs. Then, after some consideration, she decides she can actually steer fine with one hand, so she does that and moves her free hand over to his knee.]

Maybe I'll give you some help.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Raises an eyebrow at her but also seems extremely pleased at this turn of events. His hand slides lower to rest on her hip]

Oh really? And how exactly is that helping?

[rollplayinghouse]

[She runs her hand a bit further up his thigh without looking.]

I'm distracting myself some, too.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Exhales slowly, trying not to show how much that simple touch is getting to him]

I should be offended that you think I need the handicap. But---

[Fingers walking across her lower back if there is enough space to do]

I suppose I can allow it. Just this once.

[rollplayinghouse]

[She draws small circles on his leg.]

How generous of you.

[He can squeeze his hand in between her and the bumper car seat, but at the small of her back, beneath her obi (and maybe one or two other layers), there is something firm.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[She pulls out this knife in like under 2 seconds flat. How hard can it be to get past the obi and petticoat really? (Probably really fucking hard in reality). But Intensity is going to try it anyway, fingers twitching every now and then when Maki's own fingers find a particularly sensitive spot]

Yes, I know. I spoil you rotten.

1/2

[rollplayinghouse]

[It's actually her gun holster that sits at her back, which he can probably tell as he feels it out. And there's no apparent way to get to it without reaching entirely around through the front opening of her kimono.]

I do feel pretty lucky. Does that mean I should be spoiling you more?

[She curls her nails in slightly as she moves her hand further up—]

[rollplayinghouse]

[—and definitely watches for his reaction a second too long and has to swerve hard to avoid an oncoming car.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He at first huffs in irritation at being unable to get underneath the many layers of fabric, but that---

That...

Quickly changes to a warning glare that is ruined by the flush that is creeping across his skin.

After her last-minute save, he turns to speak directly into her ear:]

Sure you want to start that here?

[rollplayinghouse]

[That makes her cheeks turn deep red, and she swallows hard before responding, her hand still on his upper thigh.]

I'm pretty sure you started it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Me?

[Pulls back with a laugh, giving up on the gun for now to instead just wrap an arm around her waist]

I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just an innocent passenger.

[Who is not so innocently leaning into her touch, embarrassment be damned. What is shame again?]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She clips another bumper car, and with the jolt her hand tightens on his leg. Then she decides to go with that, fingers digging in and massaging more firmly.]

...Right. Totally innocent. Here you are just along for the ride, and I'm taking advantage of you being trapped here with me.

[Her lips curve slightly as she glances at him and then has to swerve again.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His breath catches and he squirms a little against her touch but thankfully with the lights and sounds blaring all around them, Maki will be the only one to see and/or feel that. He nonchalantly tugs at the strings on her obi in an attempt to pull her closer]

Enjoying having you way with me? I’ll flip our positions soon enough.

[rollplayinghouse]

Will you? Because I thought you were the one who had me captive to start with.

[She shifts towards him as her fingers slide to run along the bend at the top of his thigh. Her fingers press in as she has to turn the car hard, the back wheels drifting]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Unfortunately, the sheer amount of duct tape prevents Intensity from pulling Maki into his lap (which would be his preferred method of counter attack here).

But maybe that's not such a bad thing as he arches up into her touch, free hand going up to grab the wheel as she sends the car drifting and turning it even sharper]

No.

This is holding you captive.

[And the pedals under her feet will shift not by any movement of her own as he continues that drift into the car flipping around a complete 180 degrees and speeds back in the direction they came]

Stop me or else~

1/2

[rollplayinghouse]

Wh—!

[There's a moment when her panic spikes when she entirely loses control of the car, her leg jerking for the brake, but even if that was going to work her foot is still duct taped to the accelerator, so all it does is pull slightly looser with a sticky tearing sound.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[And then the fact that this is a bumper car snaps back into perspective, and she half-laughs. She lets go of the steering wheel entirely and tugs him in for a graceless kiss as her hand shifts the last few inches to press her palm firmly to the front of his pants.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[That moment when you have to move a bumper car thread off comm]