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When Magda felt the cloth tighten on her forearms, she tensed. Control. Discipline. Command. Everything in her world demanded she be in charge. Patune would go berserk if she didn't reign him in. Kehrer would burn herself up or die because it hurt less than living. People trusted her. Emily's lips were on her. Hungry. Insistent. She lifted her hands against Emily's weight and leverage, but the kiss demanded her attention and the captiab surrendered to it. 'I trust her.' She kissed back, needing. Submitting to the demand with a soft moan. She pressed her nipples against Emily's by arching her back ant the same time she thrust her hip forward to better grind against the pilot's crotch. Yielding was delicious. Her sex seeped into her panties as she wriggled against Emily's thigh. Magda relaxed her shoulders and let Emily pull her hands down, behind her head. "I'll be good, I promise." Magda murmured,

I like the idea of a Boost Bee supporting the larger frames. Does her hypo deliver a dose of one of three Boosts or Debuffs? Say Jacked! that gives the Boosted frame some extra strength (think kaiju adrenaline) that lets them do extra damage in physical combat at the cost of some minor exhaustion later? Dopamine Hit that can push pilot/Frame pairs towards Synch (and, since the Hive pilots don't use it, can act as a way to disrupt the Hive pilot/frame interface?). And some thing else?

A hornet-looking, living motorcycle that can readjust itself into a suit sounds pretty awesome. I see what you're thinking with the stinger and using that to affect the much larger BioFrames that typically make up the fights.

in all seriousness though, I do like the idea of her working on the next gen of Eblockers, and well trying to balance out the hormones she ended up negating her own Eblockers. realizing what she was a part of she played it cool and bided her time well looking for a chance to escape. and that came during a raid the LU did on the hive my main hang up is the specifics on her frame... currently im liking the idea of a bumble bee or wasp theme, mostly because of the syringe weapon i mentioned before

I don't mind other people doing that sort of thing, I always just feel weird personally doing it myself, and generally like to stick with one character. I'd be totally up for this idea.

GM-less revolution! We have nothing to lose but our chains! I'm up for giving it a chance. If we want to give RtS a chance to see like @DreamsnThings says, I'd maybe say, if we don't hear by the start of July, then we're good to go ahead? Would it feel weird for you if the rest of us ran the setting and NPCs while you continued just running your own character? I get that you didn't sign up to GM, and if it's not something you'd be excited for, I wouldn't want to push it on you. But this feels preferable to letting the story die if we don't hear back from RtS.

I don't particularly like running other people's characters, including NPCs.

Im not against the idea, I would like to give him another week to see this particular exchange just in case, since it does look like he pops on sometimes based on his profile activity after that the GMless approach should be good IMO

Do we want to try to run this GMless during @roll to seduce's ongoing hiatus? It's kind of a janky way to do it, but I'm with all of you in absolutely adoring this game. My thought on how to approach that would be that when we post we each add a paragraph at the end for the NPCs and town itself. Thoughts?

*snaps gloves* "time for a detailed examination Em, would you prefer the smooth hysteroscope, the ridged one, or the heated one? We need to make sure your cute little vag is prepped nice and well for when you get railed by your big strong friend in battle yes? I have been working on an anti Eblocker by the way! the idea is it amplifies emotions and sensations to counteract them... now... I need a... test subject who would... not mind feeling the equivalent to 3 hours of continuous orgasms' compressed down to about eh... 23 seconds? this is the instant release option as opposed to the slow release after all~ now then... lets get you strapped down so you down get hurt mid testing yes? you drank plenty of fluids yes? you... are going to need... all of the fluids... ok the hysteroscope is to check how it looks well you... experience those 23 seconds, but we still should check!"

Delicious! ❤

I think the idea of a 'tiny' BioFrame that can swap between being a mount and a 'living suit' sort of armor is a cool idea. Also, having someone who was fully in the Hive military escaping and crossing to the LU side is pretty cool. We kind of have the Hive as this empire that's been in power a very long time now, but I could definitely see your medic on a team developing the 'next gen' of e-blocker drugs and cyber. Perhaps they had special privilege due to their position and so they were on a lower dose or not on e-blockers at all to do their work, making them more susceptible to empathizing with the LU and planning their escape? Or maybe the LU sent agents to infiltrate and one of them ID'd you as a likely candidate to pull to the LU side? Also, on the potential relationship to Emily... Yes, please. I... um... would in fact like to try the experimental sex toys and drugs. I mean, they sound pretty wild, maybe I should be in restraints, tied down while we try out a few... doctor~ (Sorry, but that idea sent me places, )

I appreciate you bunchies, have a slice of thank you pie<3

I don't feel that way. Real life happens, and you let us know that you didn't have the time and bandwidth for it. We knew you'd be back once you did. ❤ I might be overreacting (I've been known to do that), but I'd feel better if we had some word from RtS what was going on.

im liking the idea that my character was actually a mid level officer for the other side at one point who never particularly liked the hive model. who jumped ship and switched sides, possibly taking some key blueprints with her detailing some of the Eblocker tech... because she helped make the inital prototypes for the Eblockers. shes someone respected due to her notable help in pushing back the hive in her information, but who is also not fully trusted since... at one point, she was fully on the other side. similarly im taking inspiration from a league of legends character, rell, who has a mount that transitions between a robotic horse thing into a suit of heavy armor. and im thinking a similar approach might be great for my medic, well making the armor form be a bit more "hands on" like a typical bioframe, well being smaller, and not a literal "cock pit" as for their relationship, im thinking my medic who may be a little bit of a stern hard ass at times, takes a bit of pity on emily and has a lot of sympathy despite her normally gruff and too the point approach normally... im thinking it might be interesting if my medic actively supplies her with... for lack of a better term, medical sex toys. lubes that enhance the sensations between you and your bioframe, balms that make the normal aches toe the line between pleasure and pain you sometimes feel during sex, and a few extra bits and bobs that further bypass "safe word" protocols leading to a more intense bond with your frame, albeit one you have a little less control over. I think my medic might fill the feeling of a stern aunt who secretly is the fun aunt.

If this dies I will be absolutely devistated... I know I was a big fault of why momentum was lost since I had some real life hell go on for a little bit, but I was absolutely loving it...

Might be dead... @roll to seduce hasn't been on all month. Which is a shame. I was having a lot of fun with this one.

It's been rather quiet, huh?

So the quick and dirty rundown is were are the Liberation Union (LU) team stationed in the mountains. We have a flying carrier that can pack up our base and the few BioFrames we have and move it around. We're there because the Hive has established a new coastal outpost. After spying it out, we discovered the place was set up as a propaganda piece. The Hive are going to destroy their own people and blame the LU and wild Kaiju monsters because (presumably) it will keep their other citizens afraid, compliant, and in line. We stopped the outpost from being destroyed once already. Now our next plan is to sneak in, start lowering the emotion-blocker (e-blocker) drugs in the outpost's food supply, then come in afterwards and take control. We plan to hold the outpost, repel kaiju and Hive soldiers, and hold it for three months while the civilians detox from e-blockers and hopefully join the LU side against the Hive. More specifically, everyone is back at base after saving the outpost from the initial attack and the commanding officer, Captain Magda Payarkoon, and my pilot, Emily "Patches" Kehrer are blowing off steam in Magda's office. --- For backstory, I might recommend deciding the broad strokes like: Were you born and raised in the LU (like Magda) or were you raised in the Hive and joined after being rescued (like Emily)? Is this LU strike team your first group or were you transferred from another platoon? Your medic probably sees Emily all the time because Emily has taken so much trauma that her body is largely cybernetic and she constantly needs adjustments for chronic pain, infection, cyber-graft rejection, and other medical problems that have cut her life-expectancy in half—what do you think their relationship is like?

Emily' blood burned, and she let out a moan as she sucked the edge of her lower lip between her teeth. Her pony-tail tickled at her back as her head tilted up, the dark locks finding Magda's fingers just before the officer's caressing hands slid down to her hips. The various points of small, wet pressure and friction lit her up from within like the cracking of a log on the fire, dark stoic chill splitting to reveal bright red ember and the ghosting breath of flame: Magda's lips on her stomach; the fuzz of her captain's shaved head across her breast; the heat radiating into her thigh as the older woman answered the grinding roll of Emily's sex against her hip with movement of her own. "Fuck..." Emily whispered, the word escaping in a small wince as she wrapped her arms around Magda, one hand sliding down her spine, curling over the small of her back as she grabbed the hem of her commanding officer's shirt and dragged it up in a loose fist. Her other hand cupped the base of Magda's head and held her as she kissed into her stomach. Emily wanted more—needed more. She'd spent too much of her life a prisoner and had too little time left to sip her drinks. Curling forward, hips rocking as the friction of Magda's hip coaxed up the fire in her core, Emily dragged her commander's shirt up until the woman's bare chest spilled out. But at the last moment, as the fabric passed over Magda's head but had yet to disentangle from her arms, Emily twisted the tank top, turning it in a corkscrew that transformed the loose cloth into an improvised set of cuffs holding Magda's wrists together above the chair back. Hot breath coming in shallow, greedy pulses Emily stared hard into the other woman's eyes teasing the moment out like the audible snap of a rifle chambering a round. Then she leaned forward. She did not give the other woman a kiss, she took one—impatient and ravenous.

honestly forgot about this for abit, but meant to join in, I had an idea based on the previous discussion for a motorcycle-esk bioframe used by a nurse and ended up with the idea of leaning into the cheesy nature of this hard, making a medic knight riding a bioframe horse, wearing metal armor that looks like a cross between heavy armor and high collared nurse scrubs, well using a lance and shield where the lance is closer to a giant syringe and the shield doubles as a medical computer... I have... no context about what is going on right now so I really dont know what I want to do as far as backstory goes... but here we are!

I would and I will. If you have any kind of inkling for machines, tentacles, monsters... just saying that the cockpit of a cyborg-kaiju is a blank check to get a little spicy, get a little weird. But we do also love the drama and tenderness between our human freedom fighters too ❤

I am back again with my irregular, "Please join this game" post. This kind of started off as a kind of "yeah, there's not enough porn in my other idea" joke, but actually what's emerged is a pretty cool story of freedom fighters, giant monster-mecha hybrids and an oppressive regime that uses emotion blockers to control the population. We've had some interest in some engineers because the weird sexual connection to the mechs seems to be a bridge too far for many people - but hey, you don't have to write your interface that way (I think @WickedCadrach would tell you that is is a lot of fun though). The story is getting ready to turn into the rebels trying to liberate a regime outpost that was supposed to be sacrificed to kaiju for propaganda purposes. The captain doesn't like that because it's shitty, but one of the pilots really hates it because she was liberated from the Hive regime when her parents were killed in a similar stunt. We're using FATE to run this, but don't worry about the mechanics, they're utterly secondary to the narrative.

Magda gave the younger woman a charming, high wattage smile, "Aren't you cute, granny. Thinking anyone cares about the wrapping paper." She shoved the hem of the shirt up, allowing Emily's pert breasts to spring free. "My, my... the wrap certainly did not do the present justice," she said with a soft, appreciative whistle. Emily rocking against her was maddening in the best way possible. Magda could feel the girl's building excitement feeding into her own. While the direct neural link was absent, Magda could hear Emily's breath quickening, could feel the slow drag of her clothed crotch against her hip as the heat between her own thighs grew. The captain pressed her lips to the young pilots flat belly, kissing and nibbling as the faint metallic click of Emily's cybernetic heart sounded through her chest. Magda looked up with a grin and let her hands drop slowly over Emily's ribs to her hips. She slouched down in her chair, pulling Emily tight to her and pressing the rapidly dampening crotch of her panties against Emily's thigh. The little rise where the tear in her jeans revealed the skin beneath gave Magda a target for her rapidly stiffening clit. "Mmmm..." Magda purred into the flawless skin of Emily's abdomen as her hands slid up the girl's bare back and her breasts slipped over the soft stubble of her shaved head.

Emily's hips rolled forward. A short sharp inhalation followed the tensing of her ass and stomach in answer to Magda's grip on her backside, and the electricity in that touch woke her up and gave a sharpness to her crooked smirk. The kisses, first to her stomach and then to her lips bloomed out across her body, warm blood and signal fires from cyber trying to determine if she was in distress. Yes, whatever this was, she was definitely feeling it. Emily's fingers dimpled the chairback where her steel-reinforced fingers clenched in answer to the enticing friction of Magda's fingers riding up the bare skin of her spine, and a wave of soft heat released across her captain's cheek as Emily sighed into the kiss. For all her mental gymnastics and posturing moments before, there was a simple truth Emily had overlooked that now pushed all the rest aside: She wanted to be touched. With one leg still planted on the floor, Emily began to rock her hips, pressing down where she straddled Magda's thigh and feeling the faint friction calling out its promise through denim and cotton as the motion dragged her up to the other woman's hip. The stiff points of Magda's nipples traced her ribs as they pressed closer together making Emily aware of the way her own breasts had begun to react and the view she'd given the captain of her pink buds stiffening under her top. Emily shifted, leaning into the mounting heat building in her, coiling in a liquid rhythm, moving achingly slowly to avoid unbalancing the chair beneath them. And pulling her lips away, Emily locked eyes with Magda, an almost predatory glint in the wild white of her stare. "Sorry Captain, this is one of my favorite shirts," she said, a note of breathless expectation riding the playful insubordination. "You're going to have to pry it off, if you want it."