WritesNaughtyStories

It can be. Might be worth a post in the Private Roleplay Bulletin forum too. Maybe throw in some suggested parings or set ups too.

One of the things I'd like to entertain, should I be allowed to adopt this club, is a streamlined resolution system. Would anyone object to doing a way with the highly granular FFG system in favor of something catered to play by post, resolve it yourself plmechanics?

I'm trying to adopt this club, is there any interest in reviving it?

I'd like to take over Eros Angel's Black Crusade Reboot. I don't know if it can be resurrected, but I'd hate to see it deleted without trying.

(Bump to say the lake house is open, grandpa loves visitors. There's beer in the fridge in the garage, Aunt Katie is making Cole slaw in the kitchen and Grandpa just filled up the jet-ski. Summer vacay is always a hot time here.)

Is the problem, perhaps, specifically the Ecchi Dreamers?

Why would I be?

Would you like someone to show you something?

Who's trans?

Doesn't he deserve a living wage too?

"Afternoon, Malcom." The much younger woman greeted her patient as he sank into the chair across from her. "Hey," he replied limply, hardly lifting his hand from the arm of the chair to give a weak wave. She pointed at the older man with one finger, casually flicked out from her folded hands, "What's up? Not like you to be this clearly upset." He rubbed both temples with one hand, thumb and forefinger stretched across his forehead and his hand shielding his face. "It's bad, Nancy." "Hopefully we can sort that out." He dropped his hand to the arm of the pale upholstered chair and looked at the woman. He sighed, trying to figure out where to start. Nancy gave him a moment, but seeing he was stalled asked, "What happened?" He looked at his lap then up at her before his gaze drifted to the window. "I slept with my partner's daughter." "Partner?" She asked, trying to determine what kind of partner. He turned his pale blue eyes from the window to her professionally neat, unassuming face. "Harv. We've been friends for," he paused, drifting across nearly half a.century to his childhood, "I dunno, 50 years? We've been business partners for half that time." "I was the best man at both of his weddings. He was the best man at mine and let me live in his pool house for a month when I got divorced." Nancy gave a sagely nod, "I can see how this is stressful, can you tell me how this happened?" The older man looked between his feet as he tried to find his words. Not the right words, just some words that fit together. "She - Vickie, Victoria -" Vickie mattered in this, Nancy knowing her name seemed important, "was studying abroad and just came home after the year. Big coming home party at Harvey's place. The kind of thing I'd been to over there a thousand times. Hell, I went to most of Vickie's birthday parties when she was a kid. " He shook his head, trying to clear it of the creepy, predatory feeling that hung like a stalking shadow. It dispersed to the recesses of his mind for the moment and he jerked back to the more recent past. "Turns out she failed everything. Complete waste of a year. Harv is pissed, disappointed, trying to salvage a party that's a total shit show. His ex it there, she's pissed too. Alice, Vickie's stepmom, is upset too, she loves her like she's her own and has always been good to, and with, Vickie." "Kid's feeling pretty busted so I have her get us a couple of beers and sit her at the patio table while her friends swim and her dad cooks burgers and tries not to scowl." "I figure, it's not a total loss - learning from failures, the adventure and personal growth of a year away from home. I dropped out of college and started pouring concrete while Harv got a degree in engineering. Business needs us both... So I want to let her know, it's not all over. The expanse matters too." "Seems like a caring, supportive approach." Nancy offered, trying to plant her own seed that things weren't always a total disaster. "That's kinda what I thought. Anyway, I ask her what happened and she hems and haws around, and finally says she started partying, drinking, skipping class - that's not Vickie. You don't just start partying - something happens. So I asked. Boy seemed the most likely thing, but she shook that off. I asked if it was a girl, I could see how worrying about her mom, dad and Alice's reactions could be scary, but that was an easy no too." Mac started fidgeting, "So I sat there, looking at her like, 'Don't BS me' and she says, 'It was a man. An older man." He nodded to himself more than Nancy, "I could see why that might cause a problem. Harv would have taken - will take? that worse than a girl. I asked why she started partying with this guy, but it was after he dumped her because she wouldn't have sex with him." He stared out the window for a long moment, losing himself in a solitary bird pinioning it's way over the crowded street. He sighed and looked back at the therapist. "Here's the dumb part. I was still in 'the experience is the important part of learning' mode' and said, 'Why not?'" Nancy gave him a doubtful look, "It sounds like maybe your were setting it up. Were you?" "I don't think so. In the moment it seemed like if I was that kid, I'd've fucked him. But she said she wanted her first time to be special. I told her your first time will be special. It will be awkward, scary, exciting and will leave you wondering if you did the right thing and somehow still be the most amazing experience.... Next thing you know, she follows me into her dad's office. I'd headed there to get some space, but she showed up and asked me about my first time. I told her how the girl's kisses tasted like grape lip gloss and even the smell of grape soda takes me right back to that moment." "Could you have said something else? Maybe not shared that kind of information." He nodded, "Easy to see that now. So begs me to wait there in Harv's office with the bottle of scotch I bought him for his birthday. She goes and finds a goddamn grape Lip Smacker... One thing leads to another..." "So, tell her that it was wrong. That you feel like you took advantage of her and it needs to stop." "We had that conversation while we had sex. We agreed that would be best." "So what's the problem?" "We really like each other and neither of us are willing to do that." Nancy sighed. "Yeah, that's going to be a problem. Look, Mac, I can't tell you what's right, but this could cost you a lifelong friendship, your business.-" "Or the love of my life" he interrupted.

Do fighters count? If yes, guilty, but I don't think they're traditional celebrities. The next poster hates combat sports.

Not fucking guilty. I LOVE roller coasters. My back is shit these days and it hurts like hell, but I'm still in. Harder, faster, more violent! The next poster has never seen a movie in Imax.

Not guilty. I thought I would but it was too much hassle and I never actually did. Next poster has cheated on their SO.

Not guilty. My first exposure was Ray Harryhausen and I've generally been a fan ever since. The next poster often doesn't answer these because they can't think of a good accusation.

Not guilty anymore. Can't read them without my glasses now. Ain't bein' old sexy? The next poster is a terrible cook except for one dish that they absolutely crush, every single time.

Guilty. In drag no less and photographed. I don't know if I could still carry it off, but a lace camisole and panties suited me pretty well, although white was not an ideal color. The next poster has never been tied up but wants to be.

Guilty. Fucking eggplant. I have put uncounted questionable things in my mouth and every single time I have tried eggplant I have regretted it. Babaganoush? Foul. Soak, salt, rinse? Doesn't help. Roasted. Still gross. I have literally wrung out a bar rag and drunk it and it was not a gross as eggplant. Next poster was surprised to find they liked a food that they expected to hate.

Guilty but with mitigating circumstances - I box at a gym and still do some light sparring with pads and headgear, so yes but not quite in the way you meant. I've been in fist fights and I'd throw again if I had to but I suspect it'd go bad for me. The next poster is afraid to speak their mind at home.

Not knocked off my feet. Startled people, yes. Next poster has paid for sex and prefers it that way.

Guilty. Big astronomy nerd and belong to the local astronomy club so I know people with telescopes and the club has access to the university observatory. So, yes, but always safely. The next poster knows that one person they dumped was a terrible mistake.

Pool party!

Doesn't that make it Shadowrun?