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Not guilty. I woke up at 5 pm because I went to bed at 6 am... Next person can sleep for half a day.

Guilty. 90% of the time, it's water. My 'go to' hot drink is coffee, and my default alcohol is a cabernet for wine, brandy for liquor, and stouts for beer. When I can afford a treat, New Holland's Dragon's Milk is my favorite beer. The next person has no trouble sleeping.

Thankfully for Miu she wasn't doing the majority of the work. In fact there wasn't much of anything that she had to do! The wolf relaxed contently within the man's grip, allowing herself to be moved about as though she were a doll. Head tilted as she was laid back against her friend's body. His legs had been spread just a bit, however her own were pulled even further apart. Ears relaxed, drooping slightly as she realized just how exposed she was and, more importantly, how vulnerable she was. Noise? Funny feeling? Miu likes funny feeling! Any thoughts lingering within her head about why she was positioned the way that she was were in

[England] ------------Lonpool, England------------ Population: 7,642,123 The Scarred City [Economy: High | Safety: Medium | Magical Presence: Extreme | Supernatural Presence: Medium | Tech: Medium | Intrigue: Low | Alignment: Neutral] <Heroing status: Registration Required otherwise outlawed> A beautiful city full of culture. A place that had adhered greatly to its heritage and history spanning from the late Meteor Age to now but also a reminder of how dangerous the world could be. Lonpool used to be a fairly normal city at least until part of it was pulled into the sea during the Atlantis Wars during the Ace age and its

Nothing wrong with that then. xD Have fun and game on!

Yeah, that's why I have been taking so long lol My xbox calls my name!

No rush. : ) Besides, that's a recipe to get jinxed if I ever saw one. : p Got my weekend friend-and-family gaming obligations still underway for now as it is, so I'm a little indisposed for now except for a few short responses here and there.

A reply will be out ina bit!

I suppose it depends on the type of casserole, but sure. Guilty... for the most part. I'm sure someone could produce a casserole that would give me a foodgasm and someone else could make one that would have me politely seeking the nearest exit. The next person has a "go to" beverage, alcoholic or not, that they generally drink.

Jason helped them shift position. He moved his hips outward so that he was reclining at a comfortable angle and eased her back to lay against him. He spread his legs, and then positioned hers so that her shins were to the outside of his thighs so that both of their legs were spread wide. He leaned down to her head and said, "Prepare yourself, Miu; there will be a noise and a strange feeling, but I think that you will like this." With that, he reached over and pressed a button and the water jets came to life with a soft hum and a whooshing noise.

Meatpie yes. Guilty Next person likes casserole.

Guilty as hell. Growing up where I do in the South its practically a requirement. Next person is a big fan of pie.

Not guilty. The chemistry frightens me. Next poster drinks sweet tea.

Turn? It was a strange thing to ask, after all he was the one holding her! But why did he want her to turn around? It was dangerous to present one's back to other creatures. One left themself quite vulnerable to all manner of things! Then again at this point Ayers could probably be trusted. He didn't try to hurt her, in fact he even made her feel quite good and happy! With a nod the wolf wiggled and did her best to turn even as she was held.

"Turn around please, my lovely Miu?" He requested, motioning for her to face away from him.

[Japan] -------Kakuhekishi, Honshu, Japan------ Population: 3,234,034 The Lover's Land [Economy: High | Safety: Medium | Magical Presence: Extreme | Supernatural Presence: Extreme | Tech: Medium | Intrigue: Low | Alignment: Neutral] <Heroing status: Legal> Once there was a mighty dragon prince from the deepest of seas. This dragon, mighty and without peer fell in love with a princess and took human form. Hiding among the humans this dragon set about wooing the princess and soon the two were to be wed. On the night of their wedding the dragon revealed himself to the princess, but they were being watched by a jealous maid.

This is entirely too long and completely ineligible for the contest, but for some reason I started writing about spring break and just kept going. It's probably a mess. I rewrote a couple parts and found one whole section that was duplicated when I gave it quick read through, so it's distinctly possible I missed something else glaringly terrible and you'll find some duplicate paragraphs where I copied instead of cut. I hope not, but who knows. Spring Break Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Either the beginning of Part 5 or an Epilogue, maybe?

No worries! We were a bit unsure but I think you've given us a bit of motivation with your return lol Just depends on what everyone is wanting to do. See what can be done once Alais and Mother have had their fun as well.

Upon being spoken to Miu's ears lifted up, as did the rest of her body. Her gaze moved to meet his, head tilting slightly at the question, although only for a moment before she nodded. Rather, she was in the process of doing so when her petite frame was suddenly scooped up and partially out of the water! She didn't fight it, of course. Miu was quite content with being carried around. Thankfully she was rather light and thanks to her small size very easy to carry around! Miu had expected them to leave. Instead she was carried to a different part of the tub. Again her head tilted, this time to the other side. She was a little confused, cer

I'd missed that, sorry. I'm going to get more involved after Chiyako and I finish our scene, but probably in a voyeuristic role for a while. Ayers is from this world (or one very close to it), so futanari and slime girls might be a bit much for him for a while, at least until he gets a better grip on his new situation. But I hope to be able to facilitate things for everyone else while that adjustment occurs.

Miu's happiness and eagerness was infectious, but Ayers felt the distant fatigue inching closer. He'd been traveling for many days to get here, often napping in the coach as it traveled. The bed in the next room was beginning to call out to him. But he wasn't down and out yet, and still had a card or two to play. After a brief glance at the tub's layout, he looked at Miu and asked. "Is it okay to move us?" He didn't really wait for an answer though; with an arm around her slim shoulders and another under her warm, firm bottom to support her, he shifted them to a different seat in the tub.

Guilty, doing it now. The next poster enjoys diet soda unironically even though they can drink the regular ones

@AJoeOfSubjectiveQuality Oh no Ash is absolutely very friendly (in the short times I got to speak and roleplay together with them). I don't think they'd mind either really though to make it mostly frictionless I'd personally leave the number blank and just make a room for the character is mostly what I was getting at. The number can be retroactively given. I did suggest making activities in the escapades area though since the other rooms beside the Lobby and Bar aren't done. That I think we're all mostly in agreement on if we're determined to keep this place active in the meantime.

Ash seemed friendly and accommodating when I spoke with them when creating Ayers, so I doubt they'd have an issue with newcomers creating their own rooms. Or making new public spaces in the Escapades area for that matter. They can always be moved to a new topic area later if the club owner comes back.

Miu happy. Finally something echoed to life within her mind. She didn't even recognize how long she had been sitting there half slumped half snuggled up against her new friend. Everything felt lighter. Comfortable. Warm. Safe. Whatever happened had been very good, good enough that one could easily get addicted to it. Of course she still didn't fully understand it, and so she was fully inclined to explore it further. Slowly the wolf sat up, turning to lap her tongue against Jason's cheek between affectionate nuzzles. Hands settled gently upon the man's shoulders, digits squeezing softly. She could smell his blood in the air, knew wha