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blondeandperky✖ CHARACTER:
Name: Georgette "Buffy" Meissonier
Canon: Newsflesh Trilogy
PB/Image: PB because she's from a book.
Info links:
Author Description
Wikipedia
In 2014, the cure for cancer and the cure for the common cold combined to create Kellis-Amberlee, a virus that literally raised people from the dead. Unfortunately, the raising from the dead wasn't intended, and resulted in the dead people (and deer, and elephants, and giraffe, and anything that weighed more than 40 pounds and could thus amplify) trying to eat those still alive.
Georgette Meissonier was born in 2017 in Alaska, the only child of a French-Catholic family. She was named for George Romero, whose zombie movies armed humanity against the concept of the dead being able to rise and was widely regarded as a hero.
When Georgette was twelve, the US government decided Alaska could no longer be held against the zombies. All civilians were required to evacuate. The Meissoniers moved to California, leaving the home they were attached to behind.
Georgette grew up after that and while in Alaska, in a secure neighborhood, which required regular bloodtests (the best way to tell whether or not someone was in the process of turning into a zombie before they started to gnaw on people) to enter or leave and minimized risks by minimizing mobility to some extent.
She decided she didn't want to just be another George, and applied her love of old television shows when she picked out the new name of Buffy as something more suited to her personality. She moved out of her parents' house and into another secure neighborhood in Berkeley. She lived there with a couple of roommates.
Buffy started work as a Fictional, a blogger whose focus was primarily on creative endeavors such as her poetry and stories. She entered essay contests and worked alone solely on the writing aspect of blogging until she was recruited to join Shaun and George Mason's team. At that point, she trained for a field licence. She only enters the field for equipment maintenance purposes, content to only deal with fictional zombies whenever possible.
When Senator Ryman announced his candidacy for president and that he would be selecting a team of bloggers to follow him, George and Shaun helped Buffy through the training to go from a B-20 license to an A-15 one, which would allow her into the field and was required to apply to follow Ryman's campaign. Buffy was rushed through the tests, got her license, and the three of them applied.
When their application was the one chosen, Buffy, Shaun and George started planning and split off to form their own website. Buffy was in charge of the Fictionals section, which consisted in large part of social occasions to get creative juices flowing. In addition, she was responsible for the technical responsibilities of the website and recording equipment.
Prior to leaving on the campaign, Buffy was contacted by some people who told her they were concerned about the religious direction of the country and that they would need her to help with some things to keep Senator Ryman from winning. Buffy agreed, and passed on to this third party information about Ryman's schedule and precise location data. The information she gave was partially responsible for a zombie attack on the campaign at Eakly, although she does not know this. She has only just discovered that Eakly was sabotage.
Canon Point: During Feed, post-Eakly
Gender & Sex: Female and Female
Age: 23
Birthdate/Sign: June 3rd/Gemini, non-canon.
Buffy is Gemini, which I chose in large part because of her sociableness. She's noted in her canon for being friendly and liking to meet people in person, and she can be very charming on the level that she chooses to interact with people with. She's also very clever, particularly when it comes to her computer security systems. On the negative side, her energy does make her pretty restless and she's a little flighty, tending to not focus very well. She also definitely qualifies as two-faced, given her actions to leak information from the Ryman campaign to his political rival. She's also noncommittal, none of the boyfriends or girlfriends she's had have lasted beyond the casual.
Tattoo: Upper left breast
Suitability: Over 18 and human.
Power: Air: summoning
Personality:
A product of a post-Zombie apocalypse world, Buffy counters the eternal possibility that that friend you have now might be trying to gnaw on your arm tomorrow in three main ways.
The first is through creative endeavors: primarily writing. She writes about depressing things, she writes about romantic things, and she writes about emotional relationships. While working as a fictional blogger is how she makes her money -- and she's successful at it -- it's not something that she has to work very hard at. Writing is an emotional outlet for her, from stories that end tragically but show that love is still the strongest force in the world and that there are sacrifices people will make to try to be with the person that they love to pure porn or escapism to try to forget about how the world is, to poems designed to hurt cathartically, to let some of the inner pain out.
Still, while she does these things to cope she does them in part because she doesn't need them to stay cheerful. In reality she feels distanced from the actual horrors of zombies, even as she writes depressing poetry and stories and thinks Edgar Allen Poe is socially relevant. She's a fan of romance in the face of epic tragedy, but only as a story. Fictionalizing things puts some distance between her and them, and she's very aware of that distance. When she's writing explicit stories about two of the presidential candidates aides having sex she's not writing about the politics, or the fact that if one of them died in a zombie attack tomorrow they would just be another dead person, rather than someone to be grieved.
Beyond her writing -- and how good it is considered depends on who is asked, she certainly has her fans within the Fictional blogging community -- Buffy also plays the guitar. That even she will freely admit she doesn't do very well, but she plays with enthusiasm and if she can make people smile or stop thinking about things that they'd rather not think about she doesn't have a problem mildly embarrassing herself. She doesn't need to be good at everything that she does, although there are certainly topics she approaches with that as more of a priority than others.
The second thing she does to deal with the world the way it is is to be fairly paranoid. Buffy is a technical genius with both innate and earned computer knowledge. She tends to plant microphones and cameras everywhere, in her own living area and in places that she visits. She goes to an intense amount of effort to insure that she finds out what she needs to know, and she regularly pays someone she trusts the skill of to try to hack her sites to see if there are any weaknesses that he can exploit. She also layers her security, with the most secure being one-use-only and for emergencies, when it's absolutely necessary.
Another part of the picture for her paranoia is her privacy. For all that she's bubbly and friendly and greets the world with the biggest smile that she can muster in any given situation, she is careful about what becomes public. In the world she's from she's a bit of a public figure, by simple nature of being a blogger and hanging out with Shaun and George, who are themselves very high-profile due to their parents' grab for media attention. She knows how to manage it though, and how to make sure that her private relationships stay precisely as private as she wants them to be. Sometimes this includes selectively leaking things to let other, more important, secrets stay that way. For instance, every once in a while she will go out to dinner in a public space so she's seen with a boyfriend. (And it is always a boyfriend that she chooses to go out in public with, despite the fact that she's canonically bisexual.) She's good at releasing just enough information to make it seem like she's not hiding anything.
The third thing that helps Buffy cope is her religion. This ties into her privacy, since how much it means to her isn't really something that people who only know her from online can really guess at. She's a pretty devout Catholic. She goes to a physical church every Sunday, something that the majority of the religious don't do any longer due to the vulnerability of people gathering physically in one location to zombie amplification, and due to the increase of availability of online churches. By putting her faith in God she can trust Him to do what He thinks is right, can trust that she can be working for a greater plan.
Some of her coping strategies are also weaknesses. At the canon point that she is from, Buffy doesn't yet know how wrong what she's doing is, and the consequences that will result from it -- including her own death -- but she's let herself be manipulated into helping out the political rival of the candidate that she's following, leaking the campaign schedule and security details of Peter Ryman to them. She does this despite the fact that she knows it's a betrayal most importantly of George and Shaun, their friendship, and their trust of her because she buys into the moral argument that is given her. She pretends that she agrees with George's strong opinions while secretly believing that should Peter Ryman win the presidency it would lead to a degradation of America's moral presence.
Another weakness in her personality, although this one isn't related to a coping method, is her flakiness. George ends up managing all the financial records relating to their website because she's far more reliable than Buffy is. Buffy is great when it comes to managing technology and writing, things that she can work on in spurts and when she feels like it, but she has trouble focusing if it's something that absolutely has to be done. This manifests sometimes in her own writing, when she'd rather start something new, instead of continuing what she should be working on.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry:
Good morning Zodion.
[For a legitimate sex island, this place has very little porn that Buffy has seen. Sure, there's some stuff that the alleged gods are supplying, but everyone here's an adult and they still seem way more repressed than the average internet search.
Buffy, on the other hand, has spent rather a lot of time on the internet, not just familiarizing herself with what's there, but with contributing to it. And for all that depressing poetry can be a lot of fun and is one of the main things she writes, this place has less zombies and therefore seems more suited to sex. It isn't hard to pick her subjects, reading other people's network posts is a lot like reading a forum, except that she can see them when they use video and see where chemistry is obvious.]
The following text will contain explicit sexual content between two adult males. I don't think there's anyone under 18 here, but if there is, don't read this. Everyone else, don't read it if it's not the kind of thing that you like. Any offense you might take if you disregard this warning is your own fault, not mine.
[She's sure that Zodion doesn't have a legal system that would prosecute her for not properly warning or anything like that -- and she doesn't get advertizing revenue here so she can't exactly lose it -- but it still seems like common decency to include that sort of warning.]
And if anyone's likely to be offended by the idea that I might describe you engaging in fictionalized sexual acts with other adults, this would probably be a good time to let me know.
Please feel free to respond if you like it, or if you catch any errors. Thanks!
[She'll use text for this, because reading out porn would be awkward and she wants her words to stand on their own, anyway.]
Sol looks at Jade, red eyes locking with red eyes. Sometimes, like this, it seems like they can see into each others' souls. "Is the desire for worship in this place just a way for our own desires to work themselves free of societal repression?" Jade asks.
Sol grunts. He doesn't want to talk about anything, and he particularly doesn't want to talk about this. At Jade's look, he deigns to say something after all. "It doesn't matter. Just do what you have to."
"And if I have to..." Jade's arm hovers near Sol's head, before he buries it in his hair and tugs Sol towards him. Sol decides to go, lips meeting lips as he gives Jade control of the kiss.
They don't stay that way for long, both of them eager to get on to the main event, and soon they're both undressed, silent except for the sound of buckles and lips as Sol trails his mouth down Jade's now bare chest. Jade pushes on his head to get him to keep going, and soon Sol has his mouth wrapped around Jade's cock, while Jade's fingers rest in his hair.
Sol makes up for laziness with experience, and with the fact that his desire for Jade clearly takes precedence over his own sexual state. Sex is something that's nearly lost the novelty for him, except for the way that it makes other people react. Jade even more so than others, because Sol's been thinking about this since they met. It hasn't been particularly easy, but his effort has clearly paid off, making it worth it.
"Is this fine?" Jade asks, and Sol grunts and moves his left hand down to wrap around his own cock in answer. It's plenty fine with him so long as it is with Jade, and Sol can feel just how fine it is for Jade.
They're neither of them particularly talkative for its own sake, which leaves them the clear sound of the suction Sol is making, until Jade's hands tighten in his hair and Sol's hand quickens on himself and he prepares to swallow.
[No matter how often she's done this before, there's still the moment of nervousness with any audience, and particularly with this one when she doesn't know how they'll react. She knows that she could have gone more into detail with the story and let it run longer, but it had seemed better to keep it a little simpler, this first time. To figure out whether or not people will read it before she puts too much into it. She decides, on a whim, to switch to video now, to choose something beyond the pseudo-anonymity that sticking to text offers.
After all, there aren't that many people here, and it's better not to let herself pretend that people won't know her if they read her writing. And if anyone's still paying attention now, then they're either not too terribly offended or they're the persistent type.
The face she shows the network is dominated by a cheery smile. Nervousness is something best kept hidden, and Buffy's sure that people will be more likely to respond well to her if she shows that she's easy to please, is in fact already pleased.]
I'm sure it's difficult that we've all been taken here without the gods asking us what we thought of it, and that sex is such a big part of it for them is more than a little unpleasant, I'm sure. But that doesn't mean we should let them take away from us the fact that sex is enjoyable, and it doesn't mean that we should be super worried about hiding our wants and desires from each other.
A little openness can only help, I think.
[And maybe if they could choose the ways in which they were open the gods would demand a little less that they weren't willing to give.]
Note: I plan to have an opt-in permissions post for having her do this in game if she gets in. For this example I used one of my own characters, and got the mun's permission to use Jade as well.
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
Waking up in an unfamiliar location was never a good thing, and it was particularly not one right now. Buffy's hands gripped the slab she was on as she tried to recall what had happened last. She remembered finding the cut wire on the screamer that should have warned them when a zombie breached the perimeter of Eakly. If it had gone off when it should have... Perhaps no one would have had to die at Eakly, not the four security members of the senator's convoy, not any of the locals.
How anyone could sabotage something like that... It was insane. It was murderous. It was with good reason that it was called terrorism, and it made Buffy sicker than the times she'd had to edit the footage of amplified six-year-olds, or the mercy shot that ended their helpless shambling.
There had been no mercy shot for Buffy, not yet, but at least she still remembered her own name. The call to George and Shaun was clear in her mind as well, and that meant that if she'd been bitten she hadn't yet gone into amplification. Please, God, let her not have been bitten at all. She can feel the quiet even before she opens her eyes, and she doesn't know if she's strong enough to hold a gun to her own head to shoot before her mind is gone. Even if the Pope had declared all victims of zombie attacks on level with martyrs it still required more than Buffy thought she had. It was fine to write about fictional characters making the only right choice, but when faced with it herself...
Damn it, she wanted to live.
She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid she'd see an open field or a CDC facility, but with a short exhalation Buffy made herself do it. Even in the worst case scenario, dwelling on it for any longer would only mean she'd lose what little time she had before she lost her senses to the virus.
As soon as she opened her eyes she realized that there was no way that this was the CDC. The walls weren't white, there was no medical equipment, and she couldn't see any cameras lodged in the walls of this place. Even more damning, when she sat up and looked for a door she found one, and there was no blood test there, no flashing lights that could condemn her by turning red or free her by turning green. She couldn't think of the last time she'd been able to go somewhere significant without taking a blood test. Perhaps there were people around, with handheld units. That was the only thing that could make sense.
There was a sharp pain on her left breast. How would anything have bitten her there? Since she couldn't remember the rest of a conversation she couldn't have simply left, there were certainly possibilities. She pressed at her shirt first, finding no tears in the fabric although she was tempted to make one to settle that particular mystery right now.
She made herself pull off her shirt, to keep acting calmly until she saw absolute evidence that panicking wouldn't make things worse. Her hands were shaking a little -- fine motor control was one of the first things to go with amplification, and memory was one of the last. She didn't see a gun in this room, didn't see a knife, and if this room was open to the outside, where there might be people, then she had to find a way past those simple facts. She might be scared, but she wouldn't let herself be so scared that she caused an outbreak where there hadn't been one before.
She might not know where she was or what was going on, but she knew that much.
The shaking abated a little when she saw that what was there was a tattoo nestled above her bra, with a faint glow coming from it. It was still alarming -- she didn't understand if it was a tracking symbol from whoever had brought her here or if the needle that had made it had been infected with Kellis-Amberlee, but at least it wasn't a bite mark. Buffy tried to comfort herself with that much, but she still felt cold everywhere, still couldn't make herself think through to a positive take on this situation.
With that what it was, she picked up what looked like a pre-Rising cellphone and sat back down on the stone slab she'd woken on. She wasn't safe yet, she knew, and she fully intended to stay where she was, where she might be able to be stopped before she hurt anyone else, until enough time had passed that her chances of amplification from infection were less than five percent. That would take hours, but there was a chance that someone would come to explain before that much time had passed, and if not she could play with the phone to see if she could figure anything new out and to be actively monitoring her own awareness and consciousness.
It wouldn't leave her much time find a way to end things if she did start to amplify, but she didn't want to think about her own possibly imminent death if she didn't have to, and she didn't know how much time she had. Leaving this room to search for a weapon might just mean she amplified outside, instead of in here.
Name: Georgette "Buffy" Meissonier
Canon: Newsflesh Trilogy
PB/Image: PB because she's from a book.
Info links:
Author Description
Wikipedia
In 2014, the cure for cancer and the cure for the common cold combined to create Kellis-Amberlee, a virus that literally raised people from the dead. Unfortunately, the raising from the dead wasn't intended, and resulted in the dead people (and deer, and elephants, and giraffe, and anything that weighed more than 40 pounds and could thus amplify) trying to eat those still alive.
Georgette Meissonier was born in 2017 in Alaska, the only child of a French-Catholic family. She was named for George Romero, whose zombie movies armed humanity against the concept of the dead being able to rise and was widely regarded as a hero.
When Georgette was twelve, the US government decided Alaska could no longer be held against the zombies. All civilians were required to evacuate. The Meissoniers moved to California, leaving the home they were attached to behind.
Georgette grew up after that and while in Alaska, in a secure neighborhood, which required regular bloodtests (the best way to tell whether or not someone was in the process of turning into a zombie before they started to gnaw on people) to enter or leave and minimized risks by minimizing mobility to some extent.
She decided she didn't want to just be another George, and applied her love of old television shows when she picked out the new name of Buffy as something more suited to her personality. She moved out of her parents' house and into another secure neighborhood in Berkeley. She lived there with a couple of roommates.
Buffy started work as a Fictional, a blogger whose focus was primarily on creative endeavors such as her poetry and stories. She entered essay contests and worked alone solely on the writing aspect of blogging until she was recruited to join Shaun and George Mason's team. At that point, she trained for a field licence. She only enters the field for equipment maintenance purposes, content to only deal with fictional zombies whenever possible.
When Senator Ryman announced his candidacy for president and that he would be selecting a team of bloggers to follow him, George and Shaun helped Buffy through the training to go from a B-20 license to an A-15 one, which would allow her into the field and was required to apply to follow Ryman's campaign. Buffy was rushed through the tests, got her license, and the three of them applied.
When their application was the one chosen, Buffy, Shaun and George started planning and split off to form their own website. Buffy was in charge of the Fictionals section, which consisted in large part of social occasions to get creative juices flowing. In addition, she was responsible for the technical responsibilities of the website and recording equipment.
Prior to leaving on the campaign, Buffy was contacted by some people who told her they were concerned about the religious direction of the country and that they would need her to help with some things to keep Senator Ryman from winning. Buffy agreed, and passed on to this third party information about Ryman's schedule and precise location data. The information she gave was partially responsible for a zombie attack on the campaign at Eakly, although she does not know this. She has only just discovered that Eakly was sabotage.
Canon Point: During Feed, post-Eakly
Gender & Sex: Female and Female
Age: 23
Birthdate/Sign: June 3rd/Gemini, non-canon.
Buffy is Gemini, which I chose in large part because of her sociableness. She's noted in her canon for being friendly and liking to meet people in person, and she can be very charming on the level that she chooses to interact with people with. She's also very clever, particularly when it comes to her computer security systems. On the negative side, her energy does make her pretty restless and she's a little flighty, tending to not focus very well. She also definitely qualifies as two-faced, given her actions to leak information from the Ryman campaign to his political rival. She's also noncommittal, none of the boyfriends or girlfriends she's had have lasted beyond the casual.
Tattoo: Upper left breast
Suitability: Over 18 and human.
Power: Air: summoning
Personality:
A product of a post-Zombie apocalypse world, Buffy counters the eternal possibility that that friend you have now might be trying to gnaw on your arm tomorrow in three main ways.
The first is through creative endeavors: primarily writing. She writes about depressing things, she writes about romantic things, and she writes about emotional relationships. While working as a fictional blogger is how she makes her money -- and she's successful at it -- it's not something that she has to work very hard at. Writing is an emotional outlet for her, from stories that end tragically but show that love is still the strongest force in the world and that there are sacrifices people will make to try to be with the person that they love to pure porn or escapism to try to forget about how the world is, to poems designed to hurt cathartically, to let some of the inner pain out.
Still, while she does these things to cope she does them in part because she doesn't need them to stay cheerful. In reality she feels distanced from the actual horrors of zombies, even as she writes depressing poetry and stories and thinks Edgar Allen Poe is socially relevant. She's a fan of romance in the face of epic tragedy, but only as a story. Fictionalizing things puts some distance between her and them, and she's very aware of that distance. When she's writing explicit stories about two of the presidential candidates aides having sex she's not writing about the politics, or the fact that if one of them died in a zombie attack tomorrow they would just be another dead person, rather than someone to be grieved.
Beyond her writing -- and how good it is considered depends on who is asked, she certainly has her fans within the Fictional blogging community -- Buffy also plays the guitar. That even she will freely admit she doesn't do very well, but she plays with enthusiasm and if she can make people smile or stop thinking about things that they'd rather not think about she doesn't have a problem mildly embarrassing herself. She doesn't need to be good at everything that she does, although there are certainly topics she approaches with that as more of a priority than others.
The second thing she does to deal with the world the way it is is to be fairly paranoid. Buffy is a technical genius with both innate and earned computer knowledge. She tends to plant microphones and cameras everywhere, in her own living area and in places that she visits. She goes to an intense amount of effort to insure that she finds out what she needs to know, and she regularly pays someone she trusts the skill of to try to hack her sites to see if there are any weaknesses that he can exploit. She also layers her security, with the most secure being one-use-only and for emergencies, when it's absolutely necessary.
Another part of the picture for her paranoia is her privacy. For all that she's bubbly and friendly and greets the world with the biggest smile that she can muster in any given situation, she is careful about what becomes public. In the world she's from she's a bit of a public figure, by simple nature of being a blogger and hanging out with Shaun and George, who are themselves very high-profile due to their parents' grab for media attention. She knows how to manage it though, and how to make sure that her private relationships stay precisely as private as she wants them to be. Sometimes this includes selectively leaking things to let other, more important, secrets stay that way. For instance, every once in a while she will go out to dinner in a public space so she's seen with a boyfriend. (And it is always a boyfriend that she chooses to go out in public with, despite the fact that she's canonically bisexual.) She's good at releasing just enough information to make it seem like she's not hiding anything.
The third thing that helps Buffy cope is her religion. This ties into her privacy, since how much it means to her isn't really something that people who only know her from online can really guess at. She's a pretty devout Catholic. She goes to a physical church every Sunday, something that the majority of the religious don't do any longer due to the vulnerability of people gathering physically in one location to zombie amplification, and due to the increase of availability of online churches. By putting her faith in God she can trust Him to do what He thinks is right, can trust that she can be working for a greater plan.
Some of her coping strategies are also weaknesses. At the canon point that she is from, Buffy doesn't yet know how wrong what she's doing is, and the consequences that will result from it -- including her own death -- but she's let herself be manipulated into helping out the political rival of the candidate that she's following, leaking the campaign schedule and security details of Peter Ryman to them. She does this despite the fact that she knows it's a betrayal most importantly of George and Shaun, their friendship, and their trust of her because she buys into the moral argument that is given her. She pretends that she agrees with George's strong opinions while secretly believing that should Peter Ryman win the presidency it would lead to a degradation of America's moral presence.
Another weakness in her personality, although this one isn't related to a coping method, is her flakiness. George ends up managing all the financial records relating to their website because she's far more reliable than Buffy is. Buffy is great when it comes to managing technology and writing, things that she can work on in spurts and when she feels like it, but she has trouble focusing if it's something that absolutely has to be done. This manifests sometimes in her own writing, when she'd rather start something new, instead of continuing what she should be working on.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry:
Good morning Zodion.
[For a legitimate sex island, this place has very little porn that Buffy has seen. Sure, there's some stuff that the alleged gods are supplying, but everyone here's an adult and they still seem way more repressed than the average internet search.
Buffy, on the other hand, has spent rather a lot of time on the internet, not just familiarizing herself with what's there, but with contributing to it. And for all that depressing poetry can be a lot of fun and is one of the main things she writes, this place has less zombies and therefore seems more suited to sex. It isn't hard to pick her subjects, reading other people's network posts is a lot like reading a forum, except that she can see them when they use video and see where chemistry is obvious.]
The following text will contain explicit sexual content between two adult males. I don't think there's anyone under 18 here, but if there is, don't read this. Everyone else, don't read it if it's not the kind of thing that you like. Any offense you might take if you disregard this warning is your own fault, not mine.
[She's sure that Zodion doesn't have a legal system that would prosecute her for not properly warning or anything like that -- and she doesn't get advertizing revenue here so she can't exactly lose it -- but it still seems like common decency to include that sort of warning.]
And if anyone's likely to be offended by the idea that I might describe you engaging in fictionalized sexual acts with other adults, this would probably be a good time to let me know.
Please feel free to respond if you like it, or if you catch any errors. Thanks!
[She'll use text for this, because reading out porn would be awkward and she wants her words to stand on their own, anyway.]
Sol looks at Jade, red eyes locking with red eyes. Sometimes, like this, it seems like they can see into each others' souls. "Is the desire for worship in this place just a way for our own desires to work themselves free of societal repression?" Jade asks.
Sol grunts. He doesn't want to talk about anything, and he particularly doesn't want to talk about this. At Jade's look, he deigns to say something after all. "It doesn't matter. Just do what you have to."
"And if I have to..." Jade's arm hovers near Sol's head, before he buries it in his hair and tugs Sol towards him. Sol decides to go, lips meeting lips as he gives Jade control of the kiss.
They don't stay that way for long, both of them eager to get on to the main event, and soon they're both undressed, silent except for the sound of buckles and lips as Sol trails his mouth down Jade's now bare chest. Jade pushes on his head to get him to keep going, and soon Sol has his mouth wrapped around Jade's cock, while Jade's fingers rest in his hair.
Sol makes up for laziness with experience, and with the fact that his desire for Jade clearly takes precedence over his own sexual state. Sex is something that's nearly lost the novelty for him, except for the way that it makes other people react. Jade even more so than others, because Sol's been thinking about this since they met. It hasn't been particularly easy, but his effort has clearly paid off, making it worth it.
"Is this fine?" Jade asks, and Sol grunts and moves his left hand down to wrap around his own cock in answer. It's plenty fine with him so long as it is with Jade, and Sol can feel just how fine it is for Jade.
They're neither of them particularly talkative for its own sake, which leaves them the clear sound of the suction Sol is making, until Jade's hands tighten in his hair and Sol's hand quickens on himself and he prepares to swallow.
[No matter how often she's done this before, there's still the moment of nervousness with any audience, and particularly with this one when she doesn't know how they'll react. She knows that she could have gone more into detail with the story and let it run longer, but it had seemed better to keep it a little simpler, this first time. To figure out whether or not people will read it before she puts too much into it. She decides, on a whim, to switch to video now, to choose something beyond the pseudo-anonymity that sticking to text offers.
After all, there aren't that many people here, and it's better not to let herself pretend that people won't know her if they read her writing. And if anyone's still paying attention now, then they're either not too terribly offended or they're the persistent type.
The face she shows the network is dominated by a cheery smile. Nervousness is something best kept hidden, and Buffy's sure that people will be more likely to respond well to her if she shows that she's easy to please, is in fact already pleased.]
I'm sure it's difficult that we've all been taken here without the gods asking us what we thought of it, and that sex is such a big part of it for them is more than a little unpleasant, I'm sure. But that doesn't mean we should let them take away from us the fact that sex is enjoyable, and it doesn't mean that we should be super worried about hiding our wants and desires from each other.
A little openness can only help, I think.
[And maybe if they could choose the ways in which they were open the gods would demand a little less that they weren't willing to give.]
Note: I plan to have an opt-in permissions post for having her do this in game if she gets in. For this example I used one of my own characters, and got the mun's permission to use Jade as well.
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
Waking up in an unfamiliar location was never a good thing, and it was particularly not one right now. Buffy's hands gripped the slab she was on as she tried to recall what had happened last. She remembered finding the cut wire on the screamer that should have warned them when a zombie breached the perimeter of Eakly. If it had gone off when it should have... Perhaps no one would have had to die at Eakly, not the four security members of the senator's convoy, not any of the locals.
How anyone could sabotage something like that... It was insane. It was murderous. It was with good reason that it was called terrorism, and it made Buffy sicker than the times she'd had to edit the footage of amplified six-year-olds, or the mercy shot that ended their helpless shambling.
There had been no mercy shot for Buffy, not yet, but at least she still remembered her own name. The call to George and Shaun was clear in her mind as well, and that meant that if she'd been bitten she hadn't yet gone into amplification. Please, God, let her not have been bitten at all. She can feel the quiet even before she opens her eyes, and she doesn't know if she's strong enough to hold a gun to her own head to shoot before her mind is gone. Even if the Pope had declared all victims of zombie attacks on level with martyrs it still required more than Buffy thought she had. It was fine to write about fictional characters making the only right choice, but when faced with it herself...
Damn it, she wanted to live.
She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid she'd see an open field or a CDC facility, but with a short exhalation Buffy made herself do it. Even in the worst case scenario, dwelling on it for any longer would only mean she'd lose what little time she had before she lost her senses to the virus.
As soon as she opened her eyes she realized that there was no way that this was the CDC. The walls weren't white, there was no medical equipment, and she couldn't see any cameras lodged in the walls of this place. Even more damning, when she sat up and looked for a door she found one, and there was no blood test there, no flashing lights that could condemn her by turning red or free her by turning green. She couldn't think of the last time she'd been able to go somewhere significant without taking a blood test. Perhaps there were people around, with handheld units. That was the only thing that could make sense.
There was a sharp pain on her left breast. How would anything have bitten her there? Since she couldn't remember the rest of a conversation she couldn't have simply left, there were certainly possibilities. She pressed at her shirt first, finding no tears in the fabric although she was tempted to make one to settle that particular mystery right now.
She made herself pull off her shirt, to keep acting calmly until she saw absolute evidence that panicking wouldn't make things worse. Her hands were shaking a little -- fine motor control was one of the first things to go with amplification, and memory was one of the last. She didn't see a gun in this room, didn't see a knife, and if this room was open to the outside, where there might be people, then she had to find a way past those simple facts. She might be scared, but she wouldn't let herself be so scared that she caused an outbreak where there hadn't been one before.
She might not know where she was or what was going on, but she knew that much.
The shaking abated a little when she saw that what was there was a tattoo nestled above her bra, with a faint glow coming from it. It was still alarming -- she didn't understand if it was a tracking symbol from whoever had brought her here or if the needle that had made it had been infected with Kellis-Amberlee, but at least it wasn't a bite mark. Buffy tried to comfort herself with that much, but she still felt cold everywhere, still couldn't make herself think through to a positive take on this situation.
With that what it was, she picked up what looked like a pre-Rising cellphone and sat back down on the stone slab she'd woken on. She wasn't safe yet, she knew, and she fully intended to stay where she was, where she might be able to be stopped before she hurt anyone else, until enough time had passed that her chances of amplification from infection were less than five percent. That would take hours, but there was a chance that someone would come to explain before that much time had passed, and if not she could play with the phone to see if she could figure anything new out and to be actively monitoring her own awareness and consciousness.
It wouldn't leave her much time find a way to end things if she did start to amplify, but she didn't want to think about her own possibly imminent death if she didn't have to, and she didn't know how much time she had. Leaving this room to search for a weapon might just mean she amplified outside, instead of in here.
