khrdressingroom | MEME! SNATCHED FROM THE LOVELY PEOPLE AT BAKERSTREET :)

MEME! SNATCHED FROM THE LOVELY PEOPLE AT BAKERSTREET :)

FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THE STUFF ABOUT APHRO IF YOU WANT. CLOSET-DOM UNTO ITSELF IS FINE.

Today, you wake up inside a small, empty closet in which the air is most certainly contaminated with premium brand of grade A airborne aphrodisiac. Above the doors of the closet is a digital clock that reads "7:00" exactly. You do not know how long you have been inside this closet and, thus, it's almost impossible to tell how long you have been exposed to the aphro. No matter how much more time goes by, the clock does not change.

Then the doors open suddenly, but before you can make a move for them, another individual is shoved in with you, and the doors are shut and locked once again. Your unexpected "roommate" has also been drugged with the aphrodisiac and also does not know how long it has been since they were exposed. The only clue at all is how aroused you are and how difficult you find it not to engage in sexual acts with the person you have been paired up with.

Now, you realize that the clock that read "7:00" is not a clock at all — it's a timer, and it started counting down for exactly 7 minutes when the doors were shut again.

OBJECTIVE: All you have to do is wait it out for 7 full minutes with the other person inside the closet space. At the end of your 7 minutes, the closet doors will automatically unlock and open, releasing you both. Aphro or no aphro, it seems easy, right? Well, there's a catch; each and every time you two touch each other, the timer completely starts over.

Whether you want to get out of the closet or not, good luck!

RULES: [ALL OPTIONAL]
Post with your character's name, ~~fandom, and pairing preferences, if you have any, in the subject line of your comment.~~ You can either make up a little scenario for your character or leave it blank and let others surprise you!

Feel free to specify how much aphro your character has been given in the subject line!

Have fun and play nice!

[originally from The Love Hotel]

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{Nods in agreement as her hands are pulled away and takes in a deep breath}

Mukuro-sama...

{So he was trapped here with her. Wherever here was...well there was a door and a clock up above it. A glance to the other illusionist as if asking if he knew what was going on}

[ what!! mukuro is used to small, cramped spaces and shit.

just that they usually don't come with clocks attached. ] It's like something out of a Lewis Caroll story. [ except minus all the interesting rabbits -- although he could make rabbits, if you wanted. ] Well, I certainly hope that timer isn't counting down to anything particularly unfortunate. [ like an explosion from a bomb, you know.] We'd best try to get out, don't you think?

{Such encouraging words from a -fearless- leader. Grim outlook aside, Chrome seemed to be a little more at ease with their situation. Enough to push against the floor to stand up}

I take it the door is locked.

{Of course it was or they still wouldn't be trapped. However Chrome decided to state the obvious before searching for other solutions. Once the door is out of the equation...her hand fitted on the knob, attempting to turn it. Ah yes. It didn't budge}

Maybe a window? Or a vent...

[ yes, his partner is hot when she's pro-active, or maybe that's just the strange tingly feeling talking.

actually he is pretty sure it is the latter, since they're in a dark closet and he can't see her, anyway. there are birds singing somewhere, though. his heart is feeling very healed. or something like that. ]

When in doubt, there's always the option of making a window in one's own fashion, you know.

[ COMPLETELY DEADPAN. ]

{Ah leave it to Mukuro-sama. He got right to the heart of the problem and came with the most direct solution. It made the girl smile. There was also blushing involved. Which was very strange since he hadn't done anything, but speak to her}

Right. We should find a weak spot in the wall first.

{While Mukuro thought Lewis Carrol, Chrome's train of thought more went along the lines of Scooby Doo and the variety of sticky predicaments the dog and teens got into. Thus, Chrome copied their method of finding fake panels by running her hand along the walls in the darkness}

[ Ah, is it that way, then? Mukuro had a problem with Scooby Doo because the antagonists always lost (must be the media bias against Evil) and that one dumb guy kind of reminded him of Yamamoto Takeshi, what with the stupidity and the dog.

At any rate, Chrome's plan is a solid one, as expected of the one whom he mentors. ] You should use the lens, Chrome. [ albeit it's dark, but what the hell else is the point of that thing. it certainly doesn't do much as an owl. ] Cambio forma.

{From literature, to Saturday morning cartoons and now high-tech spy...mafia gear. As Mukuro summoned the eye-glass piece, Chrome kept touching and tapping the wall, thinking he'd be the one to spot the weaknesses. She'd better move in closer...}

Pardon me.

{She brushed against Mukuro's arm, attempting to get within arm's reach in case he needed to show her something. The contact was very brief, yet the girl felt it keenly. Now she was made aware of just how enclosed a space it was. This brought on that blush again and a small gasp}

[ oh. well, in that case!! mukuro tugs Chrome's arm around, and kisses her.

letting her go and eyeing the wall, MONOCLE-LENS in place!! ]

It really does appear to be a smooth, uniform surface. Not a crack in sight.

{First pulled then kissed, Chrome's head felt like it was spinning. Spinning, by the way, not a good thing to do in such a small space. It would one get dizzy and disoriented quickly, plus result in harming the other occupant. So, she settled for a brief unsteady wobble.}

Ah...I was afraid you'd say that

{Since it wouldn't be noticed, Chrome touched fingertips to her lips, as if trying to pick up lingering sensation from the quick kiss. However, her attention was turned from her mouth to the clock. 6:59. Wait a minute...}

Is that clock going backwards?

[ Ah, that is interesting. ]

Not at all. Could it be -- [ he laughs; he shouldn't, really, but this is too priceless. ] Would you imagine that? It began anew when I -- well.

{So, it was a timer. Chrome was liking this room less as time ticked onward or backward. No. It wasn't a clock, stop thinking of it as a clock. It's a trap.}

Do what...oh

{Now, all that was left to prove it true. She kept an eye on the timer, daring it to change; then leaned in closer to Mukuro's side. Sure enough, the digits swapped back to 7}

...well that's not very fair.

One can commend its sense of voyeurism, I suppose.

{The thought of a timer being spiteful towards human interaction did cross Chrome's mind. Though most likely it was the person behind putting them in this closet. Jealous devices and peeping toms aside...}

I wonder...if there's something we need to do, in order to be let go.

My cute Chrome, the answer should be obvious. Patience, as they say, is a virtue. [ no more stealing kisses? well, he can manage that. maybe. ] That's all assuming this timer is a countdown to freedom, of course. [ if not -- well, they might be a little fucked. ] There's still the option of making that window, you know.

{Ah of course. It was so simple. Elementary in fact. Even had the rules of the classroom: keep you hands to yourself. Right. Good. They could do this}

But if there isn't any weakness in the wall...

{Chrome didn't want to say she doubted him. However, she doubted they'd devise a way out. Cue fidgeting and then scooting away a little}

[ TWIDDLES FINGERS. TO KEEP FROM REACHING OUT AT CHROME? ]

Do you want to bide your time, then? I take it so.

That might be better

{She shrugged. Moving around in the dark might result in them touching again and putting the timer back to start. Sitting down, Chrome cleared her throat, more restless shifting. Her fingers fiddled with the bottom of a green skit. However the discomfort was due to more than cramped quarters}

Being stuck in a room with Mukuro-sama isn't quite so bad. So, I don't mind waiting.

There are certainly worse cramped quarters a person might find one's self in.

(Oh...right. How inconsiderate of her to complain when he had once been imprisoned. Chrome bit her lip for a moment, wiggling toes inside her boots then staring up at the timer. Amazing how time could inch by ever so slowly)

Or worse people to be confined with

(Gaze on the timer, her mind kept drifting back to the kiss. It had felt good. Enough to warrant more of the same. This kind of thinking led to a sigh and slumped posture as Chrome attempted to keep herself occupied)

[ That's all right. Mukuro is kind-of-a-(faux)sociopath and doesn't do much of that whole Sadness and Grief stuff!! ]

Oh, certainly. Such as Fran, or perhaps Hibari Kyouya. One knows how little affinity he has for crowded spaces. [ That would end violently, wouldn't it.

Mukuro hasn't forgotten it, either. Although it was perhaps a little over-indulgent of him; it had all been in the spirit of play. ♥ He's still standing nearby, a little wary of trying to sit and inadvertently bumping into her. Everything feels warm and strangely misted in this place. ]

I was thinking more along the lines of um...Daemon Spade for one. Oh, the Varia Bossu too. ...the second in command as well.

(Chrome winced at the thought of the swordsman's loud voice reverberating on the walls)

But, Hibari-san would be difficult to cope with.

(It seemed rude that she was sitting while Mukuro stood. Maybe he was keeping vigilant. After all this room might have some surprises. With that in mind, Chrome moved to stand up again, overestimating the distance and nearly walked right into him)

Ah...sorry.

[ ugh, Daemon Spade. MUKURO FAIRLY CURLS HIS LIP AT THE MEMORY OF HIM. ]

Yes, Xanxus has terrible tequila breath. I'd hate to be in a closed space with that. [ you can more or less hear the cirrhosis of the liver forming, too. ] And his sense of humour leaves something to be desired. Superbi Squalo saw fit to foist Fran on me, so he's not among my favourite people, either. [ HE IS TOTALLY NOT FULL OF MOE FEELINGS FOR THAT CHILD or anything!! Gross. ]

But, ah -- [ he glances down, at where his forearm has just bumped hers. and then a glance back at the clock. ] Hm. I suppose this is going to take a while, isn't it?

...

(Chrome will reserve judgement on his supposed distaste of Fran. As it stands now, she a little more inclined to beat herself up about bumping into Mukuro-sama again)

I'm sorry

(Scoots sideways, arms scrunched up to prevent so much as touching elbows)

When we get out...maybe we should find the person who put us in here.

(This was about as close as Chrome would get to expressing the need for revenge)

[ assuming there is a person, but maybe, probably, there is. even with the ten-year bazooka and the future, an instantaneous transportation not so unlike present conditions, there was a someone on the other end of the weaponry. ]

I wouldn't disagree. [ best they hope it's not Vindice again, or someone like Spade, or Byakuran perhaps, but Mukuro is astute enough to the mechanics of a situation, and there's no real sense of threat (or even much in the way of discomfort) here. only that dizzying, touch-happy giddiness. which can be distracting, but not painful.

perhaps worse for chrome, being as aloof as she is. ] There might be clues to that outside of the room.

(More fidgeting. Chrome wished she could stay still, but that seemed impossible. Chrome didn't think she was claustrophobic, however this situation might prove otherwise. Just an abundance of nervous energy she couldn't pinpoint, let alone bottle up)

Mhm maybe...hopefully. I can't imagine who'd want to do this...

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bedtime! good night /o/

Re: =keep using the same icon because I'm too lazy to upload more/swap out

LMAO; JUST... toggle the icon under "icon to use:" if you want others

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how do I IC?

IC WHAT DOES...

I DUNNO DX