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[moekuro]

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]

Comments

[froghat]

[FIRST]

[he is probably trying his damnedest to stay as far as possible away from you and give you a completely condescending look]

[moekuro]

[ two can play that game, Fran. ]

Aren't you a little young for this game, Fran?

[truthinthemist]

{Blinks after waking up, only to realize there was hazy smoke clouding her vision. Fuzzy-half-asleep logic switched to shock, as hands went to cover her nose and face- thinking it was something harmful. Only to realize she could have been in the room for awhile so covering her nose was pointless...}

LMAO HELLO!

[moekuro]

[ nor is covering her nose a particularly good strategy, what with being locked in a closet and everything, you know!! Mukuro pulls her hands away from her face -- ]

You need your oxygen, my cute Chrome.

[lighteningroyalty]

This doesn't look like the massage room. This is the worst spa I've ever been to.

[SO NOT AMUSED]

Re: LMAO HELLO!

[truthinthemist]

{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}

[froghat]

Apparently my kidnapper didn't think so.

[Going to just. Stare at a wall over here.]

You're not that old either, you know.

[For some reason he's TYL. Yeah. Blame it on the bazooka ok.]

[deckslolis]

It sure is cheap.

[ BUT YOU DON'T LOOK MUCH LIKE THE TYPE TO AFFORD BETTER.

Scoots up next to, though, all opportunistic-like. ]

[moekuro]

[ 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?

[moekuro]

[ -- yes, this is a really awkward age combination, isn't it. mukuro considers. but he's pretty sure he's still older than Fran. maybe. ANYWAY, SHUSH, FRAN. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A KID TO ANY VERSION OF HIM? ]

What kidnapper? Was it Varia again?

[truthinthemist]

{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...

[moekuro]

[ 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. ]

[truthinthemist]

{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}

[moekuro]

[ 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.

[truthinthemist]

{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}

[moekuro]

[ 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.

[salsaverde]

[Verde is displeased. Being apparently kidnapped to what, upon inspection, seems to be a very small closet that is obviously nowhere near his laboratory - something that was surely impossible, due to his superior surveillance and security system - makes him more than a little bit twitchy.

At least he had Keiman with him. The next person coming in that door had better be prepared for tiny crocodile bites.]

[truthinthemist]

{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?

THIS BODES WELL

[moekuro]

[ Mukuro will pass on the crocodile bites, thank you.

Kidnapping is usually a more pleasant matter, but perhaps Mukuro only thinsk so because he has more commonly been on, ah, the opposite end of the topic. As has Verde, he gathers.

A familiar face in unknown circumstances is sometimes pleasant, sometimes not. And, with this particular face, Mukuro is already certain he has no idea which to attribute this to, considering the face and considering the circumstances. ]

Did you take a wrong turn somewhere, Dr. Verde?

[moekuro]

[ 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.

I REALLY HOPE SO

[salsaverde]

Mukuro. [Hrm. So he was here too.] I really hadn't expected to see you here.

[You know, considering he left all of you safe and sound back at Mukuro's bachelor pad.] Where are the others? [Not that he cares or anything!]

[moekuro]

Not here. [ Like Mukuro has any idea!! They're probably fine; dude, don't get him agitated about that of all things, now. ] Aren't you supposed to be the so-called adult? Or are you insinuating that the genius Arcobaleno has no idea where we are or what is going on?

[truthinthemist]

{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.

[moekuro]

One can commend its sense of voyeurism, I suppose.

[salsaverde]

[He's not fidgeting, he's not fidgeting] There's no fault in admitting ignorance of a completely unknown situation.

I do not intend to remain ignorant for long. [These pockets hold a multitude of objects.]