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Shit. First problem. What are we actually bidding? EcchiCredits? Are we actually going to collect them? If so what are we doing with them?

All right, kids. Here's my plan for this - I still think it's a great idea - I'm taking the auction over to Public RP. I'd like to link to the characters here, but I think things will work better if I copy them over. I'm going to try to run it like I did my Hallowe'en party last year, just open it to everyone and see what happens. I'll have the initial post with each character in a spoiler tag, dressed up as the auction catalog. Anyone have any additional thoughts?

Guilty. Good trips, bad, more than a few days spent with a strychnine grind from crap acid. The next poster is too lazy to come up with a good, "The next poster..." Cause the last sure was. What a douche.

Guilty. Military in processing. One naked fucker in a sea of underwear. Before you ask, yes shaved too. Buck naked twink. Next poster has done something terrible to a passed out friend.

Guilty. Fruit salad. I eat it piece by piece with my fingers. Next poster puts mustard on something where it has no business.

Guilty-ish. I think they're kind of ridiculous but am curious to try them out. The next poster doesn't get the attraction of futas.

One way to guarantee you get an RP is buy one here. Head over to the auction thread and place your bid by putting the character's name in the first line of your post and the bid (which at this point I don't think we'll collect). More seriously, it may not have been a great idea but I think we're more hamstrung by visibility. There's no real way to make a lasting, site-wide announcement of the auction. The people who write the majority of the posts in the club submitted characters and those most frequent posters are popular, respected members of the community. Advertising the club - which I did and the admins gave the club extra weeks for the price - wasn't likely to drive a lot of people to the auction. I think there may be some chance of success if we make a group effort over in Public RPs. I just haven't figured out what I think is a good approach for it. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

Wouldn't the demons and monsters fight over who gets to use whom? I don't feel like patience and turn taking are going to be things they're even a little bit good at.

It was hot. Midwest, shitty, muggy hot. Nearing 100 degrees and the old, overhead power lines just weren't up to to all the subdivisions, window ACs and aftermarket central air. The power shit the bed. Not unheard of, but at least I'm on city water not a well. I fill the kiddie pool for the dog. He's a husky and this is going to be miserable for him, but laying in the water will help. The outrage drags. It gets dark but the temperature barely drops. The dog needs a walk and this is as good as it's going to get, so, out we go. The neighborhood seems strange, quiet and dark. A few blocks up we hear voices. It's been a day of enforced quiet so we head that way. As we get closer I can hear it's men and women, squealing, laughing and talking loud. A lot of college rentals around and the "kids" are using the wasted day to party. Good for them. Tyr and I walk up and they're streaking down the street in their bare feet. I scratch Tyr's head and watch the race finish. It's two young men - little more than 40 years between them - running full out laughing like mad men. The wants to play too, generations of breeding to run overpowering the heat and humidity The next driveway is the finish line and it takes them halfway past the neighbor's yard to slow down. They're beautiful in the way that young, reasonably fit people always are, but them especially so. They're carefree, playful and unashamed but they haven't noticed the dog and me. Back at their driveway there are two girls, old enough to drink, judging from the beers they set on the drive, stripping out of clothes and kicking off shoes. They're waving the men back, calling, "Come it's our turn." I look at Tyr and smile before I make a slightly sour face and look around. Lots of middle aged, middle class, go-to-Sunday-meeting sorts in these small, post war bungalows. I call to the, "S'cuse me - I'll happily watch you streaking down the street, but I'm probably the only one who'll admit it." No one moves to cover themselves. One of the girls looks at The, "You hot, baby?" she says clearly to the husky. She trots over to a pair of coolers and transfers a few beers from a cheap styrofoam one to a large plastic one. Wearing only a bra she walks over, carrying the empty cooler, and sets in in front of The, who ignores it in favor of nuzzling her hand a thigh. Things are nearly way too intimate when she squats to rub his face and one of the guys comes over. This close, in the moonlight, the sparse hair on his chest shines silver, "Police probably have other stuff to worry about." I nod and chuckle, "Fair enough." Tyr's gotten enough attention that the melted beer ice has his attention and he's lapping it up loudly and happily crunching ice cubes. I look down and the girl is standing up. She pulls her sports bra over her head and looks at the other girl, "Come on, Lisa. Race 'ya." Lisa is blonde and looks like running without a sports bra is uncomfortable, but she shucks off her running shorts and t-shirt. I'm a little uncertain of what I should do but stand there and let the dog eat ice while the young women take their marks at the edge of the driveway. THe other guy, much hairier than the first extends a can of beer towards me, "Beer?" "GOof night for it." I answer, taking the wet can and opening it. A dark trail of hair leads down fit and to a thick patch of pubic hair. His buddy is standing in front of the girls, one foot extended on front of him and both legs bending as he bounces with his arms outstretched, "On your marks. Get set!" His balls bounce with each count. "Go!" He calls. And off the girls go, running down the street squealing happily. Not-Lisa's tits are much smaller, but still bounce as joyfully as her voice as her feet slap on the warm pavement.Lisa's heavy breasts flop madly as both women sprinting, laughing down the street. A moment later and Lisa declares victory. I sip the beer. It's not a brand I'd buy, but I haven't seen 21 in more years than that. Gifted it by naked strangers in this heat, it's the second best beer I've ever had. I tilt the can towards the pair of young men, the fuzzier one turns with a nod and trots over to Lisa, asking if she's ok. She giggles, jiggles a boob and grind, "Yeah, we're fine." Not-Lisa catches up, "Didn't you run track in highschool." "Cross country." Lisa replies, getting herself a beer. As they return, grinning at their subversion of "decent" behavior, I raise the can, "Thanks." I point the bottom at The, "Tyr." I raise my chin, as if they can't figure out whose name is which, "I'm Frank but people call me Mike." I grin and quickly add, "It's a long story." I point at Lisa, "You're Lisa, right." She gives a curtsy which is odd to see naked and sends her heavy breasts swaying. Caleb, Rob and Vickie all introduce themselves and take turns petting the dog. "Come on," Vickie says, "Race" I give her a suspicious look, "I'm flattered but I lose poorly." It's a lie. I just don't want to strip in front of them. I'm more than twice their age and, whole I've always been active, time gives few fucks. The rest join in, "Come on." "Don't worry about them." "It'll be fun." The litany of encouragement is as predictable as it is true and I give in. I kick off my shoes, unbutton my shirt toss it on the ground and shove my shirts off. I've gone commando since highschool introduced me to VHS porn. I'm naturally all but hairless and have shaved my pubes since before any of these kids were born. They all start to line up and I balk. "No. Not with this bonehead." I say, nodding at Tyr. "We'll hold him." The girls say. And the race is back on. Lisa starts us and I jump off the line a half step behind the guys. Even across the short distance they open a lead and are cheering me on when I come crashing into the 4 steps later. When walk back to the cooler and the girls, laughing. It is fun. It is a moment recaptured from my youth, skinny dipping in the cow pond, streaking in the field with the other counselors - beautiful and sexy but not actually sexual. Eventually I let Tyr loose. He'll run with the youngsters and not run off. At least not until I try to put a leash on him and go home. Then he'll run to one of them. We race a few more times before the street lights flicker on. We all look at each other a give a silent, "Fuck it." and race again. We're all exhausted and giggling when the police arrive.

insure the entirety of the communication was sent. Her body was trained to store the minuscule motions and timing she was consciously unaware of. It was that same unconscious control that allowed her to dash over the canopy, her feet choosing branches without thought. She carried a message for the Children of the Root now. And she rushed across the roof of the world toward the sacred scar. Away, below, hidden from the stars and light, Ir woke. The elders and wise women surrounded him and prayed. They had sat over him all night as he slept, guiding both dreamer and dream, to the paths of wisdom that ran through the tangled roots of the world. Past the Bark Dwellers, the thorn fungus mud and falls

Okay, I've started on this three times and keep getting interrupted before I finish. Can I put in an official request for a scratch pad for a few thousand characters of plain text? A draft function? Any way, here's what we've got today: How the People of the forest came to be the Children of the Leaf and the Children of the Root no one knew. If anyone had known, they and their knowledge were so completely forgotten that even the myths and stories began "No one knew." To Ir of the Roots and Sashonay of the Leaves, it didn't matter, for the first time that anyone remembered stories of, the bell had rung. The stories said nothing about where the bell was or who would ring it, only that when it did the Children were to send their chosen ones to the sunlit glade, The Children of the Root knew little of light or warmth - the trees as tall as a hundred men hid the sky. The Children of the Leaf knew as much about the hard ground or sure footing. Thus it was that with fear and wonder, each set out. Sashonay, awoke from the sacred bed of the seers and greeted dawn with the watch keepers, She was anointed, with the fragrant oils of flowers from downtrunk and resin from the heartwoods, dressed in the white robes of those sent to feed the trees and left the intricately interwoven, living leaves and branches of the Green Stars Temple. She had, until the tolling of the sacred bell, been a runner. Sent to the temples and palaces to hear the messages, and run across the roof of the world to deliver the words. She knew more than the words. She delivered tone, inflection and body language to Stay tuned. Updates forthcoming. I hope.

I gonna have to borrow a bean, but I'm with you on this. There is, I think, an expectation for some sexual, or at least secy, content, otherwise I think we'd probably be somewhere else. So, which do I do fir, Old Man Ro or the People of the Dirt and People of the Sky?

I love this idea - I think it encourages some brave RPs and some contact, interaction and community building that focus squarely on role playing. I want this to be an ongoing thing. How many regularly active users does EcchiDreams have? I don't know - but it's way more than the people I regularly interact with.

We'd gone with running the auction one character at a time to keep the auction easy to keep track of, but the concern about a potential long wait before your character iis active is legitimate. The larger issue is there's really no bidding and not a lot of apparent interest. Maybe it's way more confusing and a much worse idea than @IsabellaRose and I think? Do we try to run the auction as a roleplay over in Public RP? Random thought the hundredth or so - is auctioning characters outside a slave rp uncomfortable for a lot of people?

Khamzan moved his cane from his right side to rest the shining silver top in front of his polished black shoes. He leaned on the walking stick with both hands, one folded stop the other, and ran his eyes over the crowd. "One hundred?? Hardly enough to buy dinner and cheap wine. Surely the truth," his eyes twinkled and a hint of a smile shaded his face for an instant, "of my tale is worth a decent drink."

Concurrently, it is. Opening the bidding at 100 EcchiCredits.

I was going to ask if I should suspend Ishmael's auction and put Khamzan up for our demo, but @IsabellaRose opened the bidding. Do we run the demo in parallel in this thread?

Name: Khamzan Ro Old Man Ro, as he is often called by the village locals, lives on a large, well-appointed farm at the end of a wooded lane, well away from both neighbors and the village.He visits only a few places in the village, most often the butcher and book store. Invariably he walks into whatever shop he visits wearing exquisitely tailored clothes and carrying his ornate walking stick. The man, despite his apparent age, seems to be fit and trim and the purpose of the walking stick must surely be completely cosmetic. He always speaks in a quiet, polite voice but never seems to smile and only ever conducts business. He disappears for weeks at a time but it's unclear if he just stays at the farm or leaves. Rumors about him abound. Some stories say he is an evil wizard, although just as many claim the opposite, still others claim he is everything from a killer for hire, a disgraced official or a retired general to athe devil, himself. Did he just wink at you as he left the book shop?

I just had a thought: What if I gin-up a sample character and we run the whole thing in the open? The bidding, the discussion of the RP and the play itself so everyone can see how it works? I know that Sera just joined the club but she asked about the auction when I posted it in my status. It's pretty clear my explanation in both the rules and my answers aren't very clear, so may a demonstration will help?

You are still relevant. We're running the auction for each character for one week but at the moment the thread has 24 views. About 6 of which are me checking on what I posted. We need traffic but I don't know how to get it. I bought an ad for the club, but the system doesn't allow for advertising specific threads. Anyone who wants to post a like in their status, please do.

What the hell, why not? Bump.

I'm game to give it a try when Lannosea comes up for bid. @Starcry, you up to role play being sold off? Perhaps that long walk to the block and the crowd in front of you?

I'm in too. Give me a picture, phrase or set me a starting scene and let's see what I can come up with. Anything @IsabellaRose can do, I can do maybe half as well. Maybe. Same caveats apply. I'll try but if I draw a blank you just get to say, "Hah! Not so clever, are you old man?" and I will admit it. That and $3.59 will get you a cup of over roasted coffee bean water with some whipped cream and a green and white cup.

If everyone is ready, I believe we should set this auction; LIVE! First on the block we have the charming half-elf, Bidding opens at 500 EcchiCredits.