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May/June Test Drive Meme

All you need is love.

So the Sphere heard that some of you guys are lonely. It doesn’t want you to be lonely so it has decided that even though it’s not really February the people within its confines and connected to them deserve to have a sort of Valentine’s Day anyway. Celebrating love (all sorts of love, definitely not merely the romantic sort) is on display. Think pink and red and white and loads of hearts and rainbows.

all you need is some kind of love.

In the middle of the merchant dome, some of the stalls pushed aside a large pink and white stripped tent is set up. Inside is a series of small tables, each set up with numbers and two seats each. When people go in and register to receive the number, they are given three initial options. Option one is romantic dating with further subcategories based on gender preferences (if any) and orientation. The second option is for friendship. The Sphere wants you to make friends! A third option only open to the adults within the Sphere is for hooking up and no strings attached sex. That is also sectioned by orientation and preferences.

Each option you pick allows people to talk for five minutes before people move onto the next person. At each station is the option for ice breaker cards. Think would you rather or describe your perfect date (date date or a friendship date. Whichever you’re working on.) Should players wish it, there are various unnamed NPCs around for people to chat up, hook up with or whatever. Go a little bit nuts with it.

it's all for a good cause

John put a post up that calls for the option to sign up for (or to be signed up by someone else) for a date that’s auctioned off. She somehow managed to convince Max to host said auction (but don’t ask how. You don’t want to know what she had on him) so he is your MC for the night.

The gala takes place in the same tent as the speed dating, but it’s been made over to look rather gala like. There’s fairy lights and silk on the tables and an open bar with circulating free champagne. And everything else of course. As always with the sphere there’s food in abundance, things that typically one might think of in a romantic context: strawberries and oysters and chocolate and finger foods. It’s that sort of party. None of it has any effect though. Too many people imbibing for that.

There’s a small band playing for people who are interested in dancing, and various NPCs are currently using it. It’s a good party, lively and inviting.

i get by with a little help from my friends.

So, you know how the people within the Sphere tend to force festivals on you? Well, a big part of those is always food and gifts. These particular foods and gifts tend to come in the form of small valentine’s cakes or candy, or flowers for those not inclined for food. The flowers are yellow however, because this isn’t about love. This is about friendship. There’s signs for free hugs, and random people have been hired to go about telling folks that so and so is their friend. Even if they’re not. But they’ll still follow you down the street and spout things like poetry and cheers in the honor of epic friendships. Even if they’re not really all that epic--the friendships or the poetry.

let's go to the movies, let's go see the stars

Some people may remember a few months ago when Alex badgered Max into letting them have an open area movie screening. This time she didn’t need to do it! In the middle of the rec dome, a large screen has been set up, and there’s space for people to have blankets or chairs from home set up in front of the screen. Various vendors have set up carts or stalls here and there, selling the sort of foods that one would expect at the movies (popcorn, homemade candies, soda, juice, wine and beer, nachos and that sort of thing) along with some that one may not expect: (full curry dinners, burgers, basically a bit like a food truck festival. If you can imagine it it’s there.)

Before the movie, there’s cartoons running, some familiar, and some not, and this is an event that people have seemed to have taken to well. Children run around here taken with the idea for the movie, and it’s a fun, summery festive sort of atmosphere with a community vibe, despite the wine and beer for sale.

we're heckling! it's good to be heckling again!

The movie is a buddy movie double feature, and both of them are rated R, but there’s no one checking IDs so go nuts. The movies that are being shown are Hot Fuzz and The Heat because that’s just what buddy comedies happen to be. But movies aren’t to everyone’s taste and there are some people who have taken this to go full on commentary about them. Do you join in or shush them? It’s entirely up to you!

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[ If she was his sweet relief from the torment that lingers on the edges of his mind, he was the handsome one who the gods deemed fit to match her with. A bar had been set now. No man would be able to move her as Robb Stark had. Their lives have now been permanently intertwined; their yearning souls connected in the most magical of ways.

She lets out a moan that trails off into a sharp gasp. She was steadily climbing upwards towards the same selfish wanton desire that put her in his arms, to begin with. Writhing in sinful need, she can feel his heart race against her back. She's not sure how he did it but her heartbeat changed just then and now beat almost in time with his.

Pressing fingers deep into his arms, she can feel her stomach begin to tighten again and before she reaches another release, she pleads to him. ]

Come with me, my wild one.

[He held her tighter in his arms as they rode feverishly together. He did his best to be gentle, even as his nails dug into her skin. Sweat made her slink against him, as wet as the lips that surrounded his member. He couldn't find the words, not with the rapid pace or the way every kiss seemed to steal his breath. He wanted more of her, more of her lips and more of her warmth.

Was it sinful? So many things he had done had been. So many decisions had been poor ones, but there is no shame in what he is doing now. It feels good in his body and eases his mind. Everything is still and quiet, a quiet that he hadn't seen, even alone in his dome. Peaceful and safe.

She urges him to finish with her and he feels his body shuddering as he climbs towards that pinnacle. He nods, seeking her lips again.]

Close. I am close.

[ Her hand presses against his face as he says the words, and she holds her lips to his, kissing him between the heavy breathing that she won't be able to catch for a little bit longer. Armeria doesn't mind, though. The way he makes her feel is so much more than she was before coming there.

No, there was nothing wrong with what they were doing.

Her walls tense, hoping to hold out a little bit longer. He was close, she could wait and enjoy the final ascent before releasing with him. Again and again. How can she leave him now after tasting his mouth and feeling him inside her? ]

[He can feel her tense and his eyes lock on hers, his body shuddering in her arms. He murmurs her name as he kisses her again and again. His hand pressed against her chest, just under her breast. He could feel her heart racing beneath it, not a fragile thing but wild and strong within her. She truly was the sea, caught in a torrential storm. Wet, salty and sweet against his tongue, she could make a man drunk.

With one final thrust, he spilled into her, groaning and gasping at the same time. It took all he had not to curse or praise all of the Old Gods and News...or whatever else brought them here.

It was beauty and despair at the same time. A gain and a loss, fear and courage. She embodied everything for him.

With a breathless gasp, he pressed his brow to hers, struggling to find his thoughts and words.]

[ He was the storm. Not the kind that should be feared, but the type that quenched the thirst of sailors on long journeys. The type that calmed a restless soul by the sound of it falling on the water's surface. He had no idea how free and unrestrained he made her feel.

Upon his release, she follows immediately with hers, clinging tightly as if he's the only thing that can keep her there. She's afraid to let go, fearful that if she does and opens her eyes, he won't be there.

It takes a good few minutes for the waves of euphoria to slow and eventually subside, leaving them to still regain their breaths enough. When Armeria does, she cradles one hand to the side of his face and slowly opens her eyes. ]

I thought so many times that this was all a dream. Only I wake and you're still here.

[He eases her to lay back against him. His muscles are sore but not screaming at the very least. Slowly his breath was returning, reality was returning, but the shadows didn't descend. It was a nice feeling to be free, yet without the needed help of wine or anything else. Instead, he was shaken, but by her presence and touch rather than anything else. It was moving and stirring, things he didn't imagine.

His fingertips glide over her shoulders and back. Her hair tickles against his knuckles, sweat gliding along her body under his artistry. Not that he could make her anymore perfect than she already was.

It still frightened him, but for so many other reasons as well.]

It always feels like a dream, but this feels like a different sort of dream.

[He's no poet, but he feels the same as her.]

You're all right?

[ She smiles, closing her eyes again to enjoy the feel of his fingertips making lines and circles on her skin. Her expression will answer his question, but she confirms with a soft raspy voice. ]

More than all right.

[ The edge of her thumb brushes across his bottom lip and she shifts onto her stomach, tucking herself a little closer under his arm. Kissing him again, she leans back. He seems to have a drunk look on his face at the moment, though she knows exactly why. Still, she asks. ]

Are you?

[He smiled, pressing his lips to her shoulder. His voice is deep and rough as well, warn out from their lovemaking.]

I am.

[He does feel drunk, but clear headed as well. It was a strange dichotomy. To have all of his senses but to have completely lost his head with this woman.]

This was unexpected. I didn't have any intentions when I spoke to you.

I did not think you did either. But I am glad it went as it did.

[ Her hand smooths across his stomach slowly and deliberately. ]

You are a very sensual man, Robb.

[That pushes away any lingering worry that she might regret the loss of her maidenhead. This was a more open world, but she was new and he was practically a stranger. There was room for doubt or second thoughts.

But given her light touches and affectionate caresses, he can relax under her fingers.

He grinned, putting an arm under his head as she rested against his chest, not sure if he fit that idea, but quite pleased to accept it. He certainly felt sensual at this moment, sated and content with her.]

It isn't hard to rouse such things from me when you entrance with every step you take.

[ There would always be room for doubt and second thoughts, but she was content and they could think about the days ahead when they arrived. But for the time being, she likes the idea of staying right where she is.

She shifts to look at him, her hand still pressed flat on his stomach. ]

I will remember that for tomorrow and the next day then. [ Her grin turns mischievous. ] I cannot be the only one though.

[ She doesn't think she is and it won't upset her if he tells her there was others that he has loved. ]

[It's a difficult subject and one he still struggled with. He didn't want to bring others into this bed with them, but it was a fair question and one she deserved an answer to.]

Until coming here, my only lover was my wife. She...comforted me after my family's keep was seized and I thought my brothers had died. To protect her honor, I wed her. [The emotion in his voice and the need to pause to compose himself showed it wasn't simply a noble gesture.] She died because of my mistakes.

[And he couldn't exactly pretend he was chaste her.]

There was a woman here that I took comfort in and turned to during the nights to keep the nightmares away. I was less honorable with her and wanted company rather than love. When my wife was brought here, our affair ended...badly. [And he might talk about that later, but that's as far as he's going about Eponine for now.] My wife left this world and I wanted to be alone, faithful to her memory.

[He held more tightly to Armeria, worried about insulting her with that.]

My father thinks I should start a new life here.

[ Armeria listens, her eyes nowhere else but on him because of the change in his mood. She knew there was torment in his life, though she had no idea it was involving loss of that magnitude. She remembers well what her father's death did to her mother and her heart breaks for him.

When his hold tightens around her, she finds his hand and covers it with her own, the gesture hopefully conveying comfort and support. She may not understand completely having not gone through it personally, but she knows loss. She still blames herself for her brother's death.

And yet it wasn't just his wife had that died. She knows a mortal scar when she sees one.

Shifting up a little more, her palm slips to hold the side of his face. ]

He might be right. But not because you should let go of the past completely. For whatever reason, someone has decided that you are meant to live again. You need to accept who you are now because of that.

[ She presses a kiss to his forehead. ]

And forgive yourself for those mistakes.

The trouble is this world doesn't always let mistakes rest. I have seen mine played out a number of times when they display our memories. Having my wife suddenly appear as well means that everything can be given, interrupted and taken away within a breath of itself.

If she came back now...

[He let out a sigh. It seemed unlikely though, almost as if it was a gift given once and then never again. If he assumed the powers that be of this land had a reason, it might be to give him the chance to make amends, but that seemed far too convenient and kind.]

I have been trying to start a new life. Becoming someone new, it isn't a clear path for me.

[ As impossible as that sounds, she believes him. After all, how is it that a place can have the ability to bring people in from different realms and worlds and not be able to do other curious things? She stops for a quick moment to wonder how this world will affect her.

She offers Robb an encouraging smile. ]

If you forgive yourself for those mistakes, this world cannot hold them over you anymore. Move forward, Robb. Do not look behind you.

[ She lowers her chin down on his shoulder. ]

You are not going that way.

[It's advice that's appealing. He's tired of lingering in the past or thinking of his guilt, having them wrapped around him like chains. It seemed like there was no way to shake it off and leave it in the dust.

Moving forward seemed to be the only feasible option left to him. Either sink or swim. That wasn't the life he wanted here, not with his family or his last chance at life.

What he did, how he attempted to move on, he would have to find on his own.]

Not going that way?

[He looked down at her, smiling softly.]

Is that a vision you had?

[ The fact he was open enough to tell her anything was something that surprised her and it's nice that he will consider the forward course. The memory of his wife will always be with him, there was no doubt in her mind there and in her mind, she hopes Robb will soon believe that she will forgive him.

A soft laugh sounds between them, shaking her head. ]

Only if you make it a habit to walk backwards. Maybe I can help keep your focus forward.

That seems likely to happen.

[Between his tendency to focus on darker moments, she would have several opportunities to give him a poke forward. In the morning, once his head was fully cleared, he would consider what to do. Right now, he's more focused on her and being in this bed.

He pressed a kiss to her lips.]

There was no one in your world?

[ Going forward, she is going to do her very best to keep him from focusing on them. There is plenty for them to do and talk about, but like him, right now she wants to pay attention to the way he makes her feel.

She shakes her head. ]

No. Not anyone I loved. I was to be married to the jarl of Hedeby.

[ Her brow creases and it's clear she was not at all happy about that. A moment later, it smooths back out. ]

My mother arranged it. I fear of who I might become had I not woke here instead.

The Jarl? Is that like a king?

[It's not something he's surprised by. She's beautiful, charming and clearly noble in some way. She likely was sought after by numerous men. He could picture her with a crown on her head, something made out of coral and shells.]

My mother arranged my marriage as well, but I chose differently.

[And now she has chosen a different way.]

Was your intended fat and ugly and smelly, too?

[ She laughs again, pressing a kiss on the edge of his shoulder, while a free hand began to trail light fingertips across his stomach. She was quickly beginning to grow fond of the feel of his skin under hers. ]

But yes, but a local ruler, more like. Not all countries have them, but Hedeby is an important trading center. I think she only did it to secure her older years.

I couldn't say at the time. The betrothal was made without me seeing the girl. She married my uncle when I wed Jeyne instead, breaking my betrothal. When I saw her later, she was very beautiful and sweet looking.

[But just not the sort of woman that turned his head right away.]

How does one become a Jarl? Through conquest?

I wish that were my case. I don't ever want to go back. He's not a nice man.

[ And judging by the way she looks at him, she's rather frightened of the man.

She nods. ]

Sometimes. They are distinguished by their wealth and how many followers they have. Each one can pass it to their son, or if Karl, one from the main population, challenges and wins then he becomes the next ruler.

Do you have something like it in your world?

Not nice how?

[It worries him to see how frightened she is and to imagine her subjected to someone like that. He gives her a small squeeze in an attempt to remind her she was in this world and nowhere else.

If touch could tether her at all.]

Something similar. There was a Lord Protector of the Seven Kingdoms and a king above them, who ruled the entirety of Westeros, but the North has become independent in my time and named their own king.

[ Armeria doesn't answer right away, but the look on her face isn't one that was setting up to tell false statements about someone. ]

Very cruel. He likes spilling blood.

[ After a moment, she wills the face in her mind away and focuses on Robb and his words. ]

And who is that?

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