NEW COMERS POST 1

[proximods]

Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: The first wave of newcomers arrive in the hospital.
Where: The Hospital, Center City
When: July 26
Warnings: Please tag any smut or triggers in the comment subject line.

The common room is just as brightly lit and white as the rest of the hospital. There are some scattered seats - large plush chairs and stiff looking couches, as well as wooden chairs at tables - and a TV blaring local soap operas in the corner. A few long tables are set up along the walls, each with a sign dangling down from the front to inform newcomers of what they can find here. Housing, job opportunities, and the Proxima Gamma Information Desk. Minus a few pamphlets about the unique attractions the island has to offer, there isn’t really that much of use on the last table. It’s clearly meant more for tourists than people who have been kidnapped.

Another set of tables hold a variety of snacks; fruits, vegetables, various candies, as well as a table with water, punch, and soda. No alcohol, unfortunately - this is a hospital, after all. You’ll have to leave to go find a bar for something stronger than that.

There’s not much place else to go - so come on in, settle down, and maybe find a familiar face, if you’re lucky.

Comments

[true_noir]

"Money comes and goes," she said simply. "And I plan to get a job soon enough... or steal what I need anyway. I wouldn't worry about getting food for the two of us for a day or two." Which carried the implication that she might be crashing here just to make sure Kimiko ate properly.

...

And possibly fuck her senseless.

[misanthropicmezzode]

The two of- "O-oh." Blush. "O-okay."

Wow, this was- well, it wasn't exactly like a relationship yet, or ever, right? Maybe Chloe just meant they could like... be roomates.

...who maybe have sex? No, bad Kim, that's not- well it was Chloe's idea to have sex last time right, there's no reason that couldn't be a-

Okay wow, need to sit down. You're already sitting down.

[true_noir]

She looked over her shoulder as she started the sausage cooking in a pan and grinned, seeing that blush. "I could add just a bit of spice to it. I know a few natural aphrodisiacs that are nice, if you'd like," she said, chuckling. She wasn't planning to stay long-term, at least not yet. There were too many possibilities, and she didn't like being tied down.

But she was definitely up for another round.... or twelve.

[misanthropicmezzode]

Okay, yes, wow, definitely not chaste roommate girlfriends then.

"I-I'm not gay," Kim found herself blurting out.

[true_noir]

She grinned with all the impishness that said she didn't completely believe her. "You don't have to be gay to enjoy getting eaten out, you know," she said as baldly as could be. The mirth was in her voice while she chuckled.

"Besides, I used to be gay, once. A few years in that place? There are men who could tickle me just right. Or would you not like seconds?"

[misanthropicmezzode]

"I-" wow, what could she even say to that. "I- I mean, maybe, I..."

God, she was so confused.

[true_noir]

She laughed at all of that. "You... are so priceless, Kimiko," she said, grinning to herself. "Listen. You can always tell me no. Anytime you want. That woman forced me to have sex so long, I relish being free to choose. If you don't want to, that's fine."

Another glance over her shoulder. "But if you do... I'll make you hit a new pitch you've never hit before when you scream for me."

[misanthropicmezzode]

Wow. Wow.

[true_noir]

She took the embarrassed silence as an excuse to go on. "I've had four years, trapped as the sex toy of a depraved goddess. I have a lot of experience," she said softly. "I get the feeling you've only done a little bit so far..."

[misanthropicmezzode]

"I've done- I've done plenty." She'd done it like maybe a dozen times. Wow, was it only that much? "A bunch of... times. Lots." Wait, why the fuck was she arguing this?

[true_noir]

"I'm sure you have," she snickered. "Gotten past the missionary position at least, I hope. I do hope you don't mind that I'm a little traveled. I lost track at a hundred partners..." She didn't often use the number, but she was expecting that to get a reaction.

[misanthropicmezzode]

"...in four years?" That was over- quick mental calculation - a new partner every two weeks! At least. Holy COW.

...then again wasn't that about the rate she had partners? She'd just... only been in the wasteland for a couple months.

"Well, I didn't really do it with a lot of guys..." wow, not helping her earlier argument there.

[true_noir]

"Me thinks the straight girl doth protest too much," she said, snickering as she flipped some of the sausage and started the pasta boiling. "And that was mostly in three of those years. I spent a year... indisposed. And sexually frustrated I might add."

Prison island was awful. "But don't worry. There's a few cute guys you can try out... when I'm through ruining you for them."

[misanthropicmezzode]

Kim blushed more. There were a couple of boys she was looking at, actually. "Guys are... harder."

God dammit. Don't say it, Choe.

[true_noir]

It was low-hanging fruit. Thankfully? It wasn't her sense of humor. However, she did smirk at the thought of it. "Guys are easy, Kim. Smile at them once, and they will all think you're in love with them. They're like walking balls of self-fulfilling prophecies."

haha low hanging fruit

[misanthropicmezzode]

"Well, yeah, but you have to pick the right one, and you only get one shot at it," she said. Like Accelerator. She was pretty sure. He was a project, granted, but...

[true_noir]

"I won't argue the first, but the second? That's not true. All you have to do is find another chance and try again. It's not like if you fail you're out of options." She snickered very slightly and shook her head. "Besides, kidnapping is always an option."