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imeeji_frontstage2020-10-31 04:18 am
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Entry tags:
- !days 300-309,
- !games,
- * astrael,
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- emet-selch,
- hiccup horrendous haddock iii,
- jacob cross,
- klaus hargreeves,
- lahabrea,
- lessariel,
- luther hargreeves,
- mizushiro hizumi,
- pentium,
- ruler | kotomine shirou,
- shima renzou,
- xia igarashi,
- yuizaki hiyono,
- ♪ 9s,
- ♪ aurora mika,
- ♪ fujiwara katsue,
- ♪ gladiolus amicitia,
- ♪ gracious skylark,
- ♪ hidaka ken,
- ♪ hlasoh,
- ♪ jim lake junior,
- ♪ lady,
- ♪ michael,
- ♪ sakura futaba,
- ♪ todoroki shouto,
- ♪ tsukinaga leo,
- ♪ velvet crowe,
- ♭ ardyn izunia,
- ♭ ascensuri cataracta,
- ♭ atem,
- ♭ kaiba seto,
- ♭ kiri,
- ♭ lumen sufficiens,
- ♭ sakuya kira,
- ♭ song hana,
- ♭ tenshuoin eichi,
- ♯ adora | she-ra (au),
- ♯ angra mainyu,
- ♯ beautiful end,
- ♯ briana achebe,
- ♯ catra,
- ♯ catra (au),
- ♯ dawn,
- ♯ grace yi,
- ♯ harukawa maki,
- ♯ kano shuuya,
- ♯ lunafreya nox fleuret,
- ♯ maruyama aya,
- ♯ miya,
- ♯ miya atsumu,
- ♯ miya osamu,
- ♯ nakahara chuuya (au),
- ♯ nero,
- ♯ noctis lucis caelum,
- ♯ ojiro sniper,
- ♯ sorrowful blade,
- ♯ v (dmc),
- ♯ valencia,
- 𝄳 dusk the miserable,
- 𝄳 kida masaomi,
- 𝄳 towa herschel (au),
- 𝄳 yona,
- 𝄵 kiryuu ren
Pretty Pretty Princess: Redux
Who: Those Who Play Games
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 300
[ Today you step out of the elevators and into the game room to find yourselves in an airy Grand Ballroom. Maybe, if you've been here long enough--you might recognize this room?
At the front of the room is a buffet table featuring finger sandwiches, petit fours, and savory pastries as well as a variety of small desserts complemented by bottoms-up turned teacups and steaming hot kettles set up for self-serve. From nowhere to be seen comes the sound of instruments playing. Up above, tethered to the ceiling, are what appear to be long curtains. …
The small, square tables feature place cards that as of yet are mysteriously empty, but other than that--there is nothing on the table. Those who have walked in and might prefer to walk out again will find they are mysteriously barred from exiting…. ]
Tables || Sign Ups || Game Rules || Items & Effects || Turn In & Winning Criteria || FAQ || Talk to the Host
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 300
[ Today you step out of the elevators and into the game room to find yourselves in an airy Grand Ballroom. Maybe, if you've been here long enough--you might recognize this room?
At the front of the room is a buffet table featuring finger sandwiches, petit fours, and savory pastries as well as a variety of small desserts complemented by bottoms-up turned teacups and steaming hot kettles set up for self-serve. From nowhere to be seen comes the sound of instruments playing. Up above, tethered to the ceiling, are what appear to be long curtains. …
The small, square tables feature place cards that as of yet are mysteriously empty, but other than that--there is nothing on the table. Those who have walked in and might prefer to walk out again will find they are mysteriously barred from exiting…. ]
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[ well, she's. Pretty overwhelmed with the flood of desire immediately, without her usual issues holding it back, and lets herself be crowded against the wall. Silfda's weight is... comforting, arousing, and she squirms against them, fingers curling against their sides. ]
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I'm going to fuck you. Right now.
[ it's...definitely a request, but it sure sounds like a demand. ]
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but their words make her freeze up, a moment. she doesn't-- can't, really-- recognize it as a request right now, due to a variety of factors, but she doesn't exactly know how to answer at first or if silfda is even looking for an answer? but when the silence stretches from a second to two or three and she realizes neither of them have spoken or moved she manages to rasp out in a breathless voice: ]
O... okay.
[ a little too preoccupied, perhaps, to suggest maybe not being right in the middle of the tower. ]
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