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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{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...

Can't you? I suppose you're not in the habit of keeping affiliations with criminals, so that would be expected.

[

]

Well...

(a few things came to mind. After all the Vongola family was not short on enemies. Neither was Mukuro-sama for that matter)

nothing bad has happened. But, it's a lot to go through if they wanted to spy on us.

(They led such interesting lives after all. Ken with his video games. Chikusa reading or fiddling with yo-yos. Fran...well being Fran. Yes, Kokuyo Shore material there)

What a pragmatic girl you are. [ hums. well, he does hate reality TV; never expected to star in anyone else's show, though. a quick, short laugh. ] As expected.

(Feeling like she was going in circles and uttering the same questions, Chrome looked to the timer again. Five minutes)

I wonder if this is how Mukurou feels when he's in his box?

(a pointless question but Chrome would rather talk about nonsense then wring her hands or think about kissing Mukuro-sama again)

[ LMAO that's cold, Chrome?! ]

If he even has a brain. It's a little stuffy in that head of his.

(She didn't mean it like that)

I think he does have one. Animals can be quite intelligent and have personalities.
...animalties?

(Perhaps this was more fondness than fact. Since the owl did keep Chrome company, while she was in the future on a hospital bed; she was quite attached to the owl. Not to the point of teaching it her favorite song, but you get the point)

[ animals, perhaps, but weaponry made from animals? that might be pushing it a little. who knows if Box Weapons are even alive. Glo Xinia did call it a stuffed toy, himself.

but Mukuro has no particular desire to cast any aspersions on Chrome's fond affinity for the -- creature, which is after all rather useful, in any event. ]

Perhaps you would know better of him than I. [ prolonged inadvertent experiences in his body, notwithstanding. ]

(even before Mukuro, Chrome had a habit of picking and choosing as to what she believed in. Even if proven false, she liked to believe Mukurou was a living thing)

I kind of wanted a cat though...

(Muttering to herself. Chrome did hold it against Gokudera, just a little bit, when she saw he had a cat. Well, beggars can't be choosers.)

Aside from that, Mukurou is very loyal and functional in most cases.

(At least it didn't attack her or Mukuro-sama without being provoked nor multiplied and endangered everyone around it. Four minutes...)

[ and believing and disbelieving in what you want, regardless of reality, is something mukuro can appreciate in her. after all, it is his belief that reality is what they make of it -- a belief which has served him well over the years.

and this would be the reason he's disinclined to show as much pragmatism as chrome in trying to uncover a culprit and escape from this place: a confinement is only a prison, the end of all being, if you choose to see it as such, and he's had a lot of practice with more creative interpretations of empty, closed space. ]

I suppose it's true, what they say about pets choosing their owners.

So Gokudera is...catty?

(This train of thought also invoked mental pictures of Hibari curling into a quivering ball of spikes when frightened.)

I can see Yamamoto being like a dog though...he's always smiling and friendly

(Moves in a little bit closer)

[ augh, chrome, why must you discuss those idiots with him. ]

Gokudera Hayato always struck me as Sawada's lapdog, too, but I suppose the hissing speaks for itself. [ Well, Hibari is pretty prickly. ] And Takeshi -- yes, something like that. [ he had the dopey tongue-lolling aspect, at least.

WHAT'S THIS. MOVING CLOSER? Mukuro will calmly stay still and wait to see what she does, though, personal comforts aside!! even though assuming he's feeling some UST due to all the aphro or whatever, all this Vongola shit isn't much helping the general attitude. tsuntsun. ]

(because she mistakes his annoyance for fondness)

I suppose...the others are a given as well.

(inches in. For all this talk of animals and mafia guardians, Chrome still hasn't forgotten about the kiss or how just the little bit of contact between them felt. She hadn't forgotten about the timer, it was still there and waiting for another mistake. But, she had to get in closer.)

Mukuro-sama...do you think maybe we could...

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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

Re: 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

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murr -headdesk- sorry I have no idea what I'm doing

asdghgs JUST DO WHATEVER you want?

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-where I feel the need to vouche for my character's desire to kiss/not kiss Mukuro-

that's quite up to you (and her)

roger that

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good night /o/

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