Prompt Improv

[WickedCadrach]

Sometimes, we don't have the whole idea. Sometimes we just have a seed for someone else to water. I had an idea for a game to get our collective 'creative-RP-juices' flowing. 

In this game, the first poster provides two characters without any context. The next poster replies with a simple prompt for a roleplay scenario starring those two characters - you might want to consider the setting or the unusual circumstances that bring them together when deciding your reply. THEN the second poster provides the next set of two characters, continuing the chain. Also please note, my examples are ridiculous, your replies do not have to be (unless you want them to).

RULES

• All characters and prompts must abide by the site rules for the kinds of characters that can be involved in erotic situations (though not all prompt answers are required to be erotic)
• Replying to yourself is not allowed (even if you thought of something really cool)
• Multiple Posting in quick succession is not accepted by site rules. 
• The characters provide by the last poster must be the 'stars' of the roleplay prompt (they can't be bystanders to your really cool idea)
• The prompt can be as outlandish as you like as long as it involves an interpretation of the characters as they are provided (ex. if the character is 'a cowboy', they might be might be a 'space cowboy', a 'minotaur', or an 'Old West gunslinger'. All are valid interpretations—though some are more of a stretch.)
• A 'character' can be a group as long as they can be referred to collectively (ex. 'a rock band', 'the local werewolf pack', and 'Aunt Matilda's parcheesi club' are all valid characters) 

Example Play

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First Poster: "Hmm, what about a Flying Spaghetti Monster and a Sexy Vampire?"

... a few moments later...

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Second Poster: "Easy! Under a moonless sky, the Sexy Vampire bit into the Flying Spaghetti Monster thinking his marinara was blood, but now the Flying Spaghetti Monster wants to try some of her sauce~

Now, I'd like to see a prompt for a Time Traveling Hair-Metal Singer and a Chess Grandmaster"

 

Alrighty! If you've made it this far and haven't run for the hills, let the games begin!

 

I'd like to see a prompt for a Bigfoot Impersonator and a Cashier Who Could Be a Model

[IsabellaRose]

A Bigfoot Impersonator, stuck in his convincing costume when the zipper broke, is being chased by a group of eager bigfoot hunters. In his panic, he runs to an isolated gas station at the edge of the vast, dark forest, where he'd been pranking campers, hoping to find a moment's respite. The Cashier Who Could Be a Model is working the late shift and is astonished to see the disheveled and frightened figure burst through the door. 

 

Now someone can provide a prompt for A Man With a Nametag That Reads 'John from the Future' and a Lucky Gambler. 

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Jillian, The Lucky Gambler, smiled across the table. "I still have 30 seconds before I lose the bet." She said, plunking her hand down on the stack of cash.

Time ticked by in a slow infinity. "10, 9, 8, 7..."

'Damn it, John, don't you fuck me.'

"3"

Just then the air shimmered and a figure in a cheesy silver jump-suit appeared. He had a name tag that said John From the Future.

"Told you," The Lucky Gambler said, raking the cash towards herself.

"Not so fast." John From the Future added, "I get half, put it in my account or next time, you lose."

Sheila, the black metal guitarist, in her corpse paint

A professional dog walker with 3 dogs

Edited 2 hours ago by WritesNaughtyStories
mobile helping a little too much

[Minorikawa]

It was a bright and sunny day in the park. The worst kind of day to be Sheila, the black metal guitarist, in her corpse paint. Whose idea was it to have a black metal concert in the middle of the park, anyway? She was going to give their vocalist, Jack Skellingtons-in-the-Closet, a piece of her mind! So stuck was she in her bridled rage that she didn't notice the three dogs running in unison towards her. Barreled over by canine affection, she let out a very not-black-metal yelp as she was knocked back, assaulted by slobbery licks of love.

"I'm so sorry!" a young man, a professional walker of dogs, said frantically. He apologized profusely, yet she was too distracted by how cute and handsome he was. His very demeanor was not unlike the adorable dogs themselves, and she found herself stumbling over her own words of assurance. Wait, isn't this... what they call... a meet-cute? Like in those rotten, awful, totally not-metal romantic comedies and chick flicks?!

Sheila let out a totally not-metal cry of despair as the doggies licked the corpse paint off of her face.

Ahem.

Leoneedus, the Forgotten Spartan

and

Bellatrixella, the unhinged tinkering fae of catastrophe

[IsabellaRose]

Leoneedus, the Forgotten Spartan, has been awakened from his centuries-long slumber. Disoriented and seeking answers, he stumbles into an abandoned industrial complex on the outskirts of a modern city, where the remnants of old factories and machinery lie rusting and forgotten. His bronze armor dented and tarnished by time, Leoneedus steps cautiously into the industrial complex, his spear at the ready. The clanking and whirring of Bellatrixella, the Unhinged Tinkering Fae of Catastrophe's inventions fill the air, and he sees her darting between her creations, her eyes wild and her movements erratic. She notices him and lets out a bark of laughter.

"A Spartan! How delightful! I've always wanted to meet one of you old warriors."

Leoneedus, puzzled and wary, asks, "Who are you? What is this place?"

Bellatrixella grins mischievously. "This, dear Spartan, is my playground. I'm Bellatrixella, the Fae of Chaos and Creation. I make things go boom!" She pulls a lever and something pops up from a nearby machine, hovers in mid-ar, and then explodes, sending sparks flying.

Leoneedus braces himself, his grip tightening on his spear, as Bellatrixella continues.

"You're just in time for my latest experiment. Care to join me?"

- - - -

Now try Sergeant Major Theodore "Ironhide" McGrath, a Drill Instructor, and Dr. Evelyn Marie Stevens, a Pioneering and Passionate Botanist

[WickedCadrach]

"As you can see, Sergeant Major, the plant-hybridization program has yielded extraordinary results." Dr. Evelyn Marie Stevens adjusted her glasses with a self-satisfied smirk, indicating the Marine volunteers, through the one-way glass.

Sergeant Major Theodore "Ironhide" McGrath's hard eyes flicked over each volunteer, from the young man sprouting thorns from his skin to the woman fetching a bottle of water with vines that grew from her fingertips before his eyes. "Fantastic. But are they always so... excitable?" He indicated the far bunk where a red-haired Marine with crimson flowers blooming up the length of his spine was thrusting away with a fellow soldier emitting a shower of faint-gold spores from her hair that slowly spread through the room. 

"Ah, yes. The pheromones they release are still being studied, and we've had to be... generous with regulations for the sake of the—well, you can see." Dr. Stevens motioned vaguely to where the remaining Marines began to cluster together in the spore-cloud's glow with muted, almost feral sounds of invitation. "Don't worry," she added, flushing a bit as she watched with... scientific interest... the air filters keep the spores from spreading to the observation—"

Alert - Power Failure Detected 

Sergeant McGrath felt a tickle in his nose as the hum of the vents went quiet. 

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Hmmm, what about Famed Catburglar, Renee DuPont, and The Royal Guard of Duchess Fontaine ?