Minorikawa

READ BEFORE PARTICIPATING: READ BEFORE PARTICIPATING: This is a simple setting designed for exhibitionism and erotic group activity. However, it is still a roleplay and therefore the separation between the game and the players must be understood. In universe, once your character enters the club, they are free game. They can be groped, caressed, sucked, fucked, or whatever else by anyone else in the club. In real life, each player is able to select if they wish for their character to engage in such a manner. Just follow the character sheet template to identify if you're free for gropes and spontaneous interactions or not. That said, best to observe and determine if someone matches your writing style, kinks, and preferences before engaging. All else fails, ask in the OOC chatterbox. In regards to post-length/writing detail, this club has no hard set rules, though I recommend you seek out other players with similar writing styles to your own for maximum enjoyment. Some partners are fine adjusting their pace to their current partner, others struggle to write more or less to match their partner. Try to show good judgment based on your abilities. In regards to content, rape/non-con don't necessarily fit the theme of the setting. That said, bondage is fine, just try to keep it in a manner that fits the tone of the setting. Neon-LED zip ties for bondage, belts for whipping, stuff like that. For now, no watersports or scat, though if there's enough demand a section can be added for it. No overt violence, death, gore, etc. Character types and races should fit the setting, so generally humanoid with maybe some cybernetic or genetic modification. Nekomimi/cat girls can fit as either. For example, a cybernetic implant of ears and tail with artificial hair could be a more technological interpretation, or a combination of genetic splicing with plastic surgery to allow more body fur and animalistic features. Just try to keep the suspension of disbelief relatively reasonable. Futanari are also fine. For now, no supernatural creatures. For the time being, players are limited to two characters. This way no one player is dominating the roleplay by having multiple characters interact with other players.

This thread is for the Out of Character chatter. If you want to interact with another player or players, then this is the thread in which to do it. If you have questions, feedback, or wish to contribute more setting or Club photos/artwork, then you can do that here as well.

Roland would never have been brought out of his own studies were it not for the little flitting fairy coming about to inform him of his supposed noisiness. What a peculiar thing. Roland had not uttered a single word since entering the building, and yet here he was being given a tongue lashing (and not the fun kind!) from this itty bitty fairy girl about noisiness. He opened his mouth and raised a finger to object, but before he could even let out a single vowel she had flown off. So strange! Especially when there were others whispering nearby, making much more of a racket. Nonetheless, he dug right back into his studies and comparisons almost as if his concentration had not been broken. In fact, he hadn't even noticed the slamming of the book or the yelp drawn from crushed fingers. No, it wasn't until the fairy had flown in again, making more of a racket by complaining about the far less noteworthy racket of others! Did she not live in a city? Was she to fly outside and holler about the clopping of horse hooves upon cobblestone? He once more opened his mouth and raised a finger, ready to give a thorough "Now see here!" to her, but she had vanished once again. What a rude little fae creature. Roland would be sure to file a complaint, were he to remember to do such a thing at all. Still, now that Roland's attention had been lifted, the red-skinned fellow before him carried a noble and educated air about him that lacked of snobbery. Confidence was in abundance, certainly, but the sort gained by one whose knowledge outweighed his ego. A perfect companion that might be able to assist. "Psst!" Roland waved to get the fellow's attention on him. "You there! With the crimson flesh!" His whispers were louder than the fairy's shouts. "You seem a learned fellow. Would you have a moment to perchance assist me with my evaluation?" He pulled a spare chair to his table with a loud dragging of its legs upon the wooden floorboards, oblivious to the collective wincing found throughout the library. @Seraphina @BladeRunner

The artificial lighting of the hotel's interior was welcome after the growing oppression of the sun outside. Yes, it was a bright and beautiful blue sky that allowed the sun to illuminate the sand so generously, but after being so used to the artificial lights of the city Xander called home, this was... well, it still wasn't home, but it was closer. His eyes were no longer under the assault of the sun's rays reflecting off of bright sand, instead able to take in his environs with the clarity afforded by shelter. It was only then he realized this place would cost money to stay at. He hadn't really been listening to his supposed winged companion, a regular chatter box that one, but he was now wondering the likelihood of successfully pick-pocketing a self-appointed god. Before his fingers could get to work, though, a woman behind the hotel's desk was bouncing around to the front, her shoes clicking against the hard floor as she approached. A sudden fuss for his well-being was made, and all Xander could do was shrug and wave it off. "It's nothing, really," he said, uncertain if he wanted to be fauned over like this rather than just tend to his own potential wounds. "Do you have spare rooms, by any chance?" he looked around, hoping his current state would get him into a room without having to show proof of identification or payment. He hadn't even thought to pad himself down to see if he had anything on him. "As long as it has a first-aid kit equipped, I should be good for a self-examination. I could just... use some water and some rest." He truly was exhausted at this point. Though he woke up not too long ago, his body ached from the wreck... or rather, potentially from the wreck, though he could not remember the actual impact itself. He certainly ached from the walk, though, and while under most conditions Xander enjoyed being the center of attention, he currently needed isolation to sit and gather his thoughts. He turned, noting another, a sort of red-haired Victorian era woman, but dressed more like a man than a woman. She did not seem to take kindly to the dragon god's presence, but honestly, Xander wasn't even sure what to make of her. Or anything. What a strange place he'd washed up to. @Lollipop @onearmeddruid @Mega_Lorandto

Alright, think I got a way for him to bring Kuran in for interaction, which may draw Lumina back to their desk further. Can't type it out now but hope to soon.

By the way @Seraphina, and anyone else that might have characters associated with the library, my character Roland is open for interaction.

@Mega_Lorandto You should probably post your response in the Honeydew Hotel since our characters are moving there. I'll link my last post here to there once you do.

The dragon fellow's manner certainly was companionable. So companionable, in fact, that it only made this whole "dragon god" thing come off as all the more silly to Xander. Should gods exist, why would they behave like any other old rich kid whose world view was taught to him by people that can't say "no"? Nah, it made no sense to him. At the same time, were this a dream world, it would make more sense for there to be such nonsense as a walking, talking, man-sized baseball mitt, behaving as if there was nothing absurd about a bunch of sushi rolls flying in the sky like a flock of birds. Nope, this was silly, but it wasn't silly enough, which is why it was all the more perplexing. "Means of attack, huh?" Xander replied. "But what about, like, roasting marshmallows? Or crazy awesome pyrotechnics at a metal show? Or to impress some fine ass?" What was it with wealthy people always making things about warfare? Yeah, the microwave started out as a weapon. But y'know what's better than a weapon? Heating food. Totally better. Not that Xander really cared about his companion's response. This guy had no answers, either, despite being able to just conjure up a glass of water from nowhere. Supposedly. It certainly seemed like a glass, and it seemed to be filled with water, but nothing about it was... normal. Whatever. The two of them had managed to arrive at the hotel entrance. Something about it looked... quaint. Old-fashioned. Almost like those hotels designed to look like they were from the late 1900's or early 2000's. It lacked some of the more modern amenities and architectural fashion he was used to. Ah well. With a shrug, Xander pulled the door open and gestured for his companion to enter. "After you," he said with a slight bow. @Mega_Lorandto

Hey @Mega_Lorandto, just wanted to make a note: I dunno how most folks feel about it around here, but for me and my background, it's typically considered bad etiquette to tell someone how their character feels or responds. This affectively says you're telling me how Xander responds to something or feels about something. I'd suggest caution when using such descriptions in the future.

You could always start with the one that interests you most and then save the rest to be added later?

There was... an awful lot to take in. Xander gazed dubiously at the glass of water that seemed to materialize out of thin air, his eyebrow quirked and brow furrowed as the winged man nonchalantly referred to himself as not just a dragon, but a dragon god. With a shrug he took the glass, sniffed it, then took a sip. It was cool, and it felt soothing to his throat, that tasteless flavor that comes with fresh, filtered water soaking into his parched mouth. "If you're a god," Xander questioned, "why do you need help with anything?" He didn't actually expect an answer, nor did he care. He was no firmly in the mental territory where he was believing himself alive, but perhaps dreaming and in a coma. Regardless, dream or reality, the water felt good, and so he drank some more. He looked about as everyone's attention was suddenly shifted to a woman splashing about in the water. Quite a commotion this beach was, and not the typical sort. "This way, then?" Xander said, nodding towards the hotel. "Seems simple enough. Let's go, dragon man. Tell me, you breathe fire?" The tone of his voice obviously suggested doubt to the man's claims, but Xander was also clearly too apathetic to care at the moment. This man would give him no answers, only more questions, but having company to the hotel should be no problem. He took the glass to his lips again, swallowing all of the water down before carelessly tossing the glass aside and onto the hot sands below their feet. @Lollipop @Mega_Lorandto @Aura

I'll try and get a response some time tomorrow morning up.

The large wooden doors to the city library swung open with a thunderous creak, the tall and broad figure of Roland Greyplains standing between them. The vast interior echoed with the sound even as the Incubus shut the doors behind him, layering a similarly loud groaning of the hinges before concluding with a shuddering shutter. With an expression that was all too pleased with itself, Roland stomped through the library at a purposeful pace, his boots clomping against the floor with each great stride. Many of the denizens of the library perceived him with a great stink eye, but none seemed to possess the nerve to tell the hulking fellow to perhaps try taking softer steps. Brandishing a rolled up piece of parchment before him, he began to aim it towards the many signs identifying the different sections of the bibliophile's wet dream. There were three categories he'd need to visit, far as he could tell, with one on the bottom and two on the top. Perfect! With a self-satisfied smile he strode to the downstairs selection of shelves, a finger swiftly tracing along the well-dusted spines to glance over the titles to the varied volumes. He managed to snag two of the books from the shelf, holding them in his hand as he then headed for the steps. His great, lumbering legs skipped every other step as he swiftly hurdled up the stairs, the stomping echoing all the louder. He tossed the two books upon an empty table with a great flopping clatter, once more summoning the furious glances of the scholars populating the building. For the next several minutes he skipped between the two sections, occasionally tossing another book or two onto the table until finally he had a tower of roughly a dozen. With a satisfied sigh, Roland unfurled his parchment on the flat surface beneath him, a scrawled sketch of a bangle of sorts with scribbled notes pointing to different features. Possible languages scrawled along its inside, crests or symbols on the exterior, and several jewels set into it for decoration. There was also an elegant metalwork design that gave it a combined appearance of thorns and ocean waves. Dragging the chair back from the table before dropping his posterior onto it with a loud thud and relaxed grunt, withdrawing a quill pen and well of ink from his inner vest pocket. He also pulled out a fresh, blank piece of parchment. Once he was settled he began to flip through his first great tome, skimming lines and cross-referencing, before suddenly drawing a symbol upon the blank parchment. He then tore the marked strip from it, the shredding of which sent yet another attention ensnaring echo through the building as he set it between the pages of the book. He then placed it aside and opened another, repeating the process, studying the lines of the pages, examining its contents before glancing and occasionally making notes regarding his sketched out bangle, then placing a strip of marked parchment into the book. Over and over he repeated this, and once he had gone over the books once, he started over and began flipping through them again.

( @Lollipop @Mega_Lorandto ) The building was not as close as Xander had originally thought. That, or his footsteps were dragging far more than he had thought. However, over time he was able to spot specks in the distance that vaguely resembled people, and with each step he took the building seemed to become larger. In fact, the closer he got, the larger it appeared with each step! Ah, progress. Progress was sweet. But his old hovercar was even sweeter. Also, while he appreciated that sun overhead drying his clothing, he was not so appreciative of it beating down so warmly that he was now starting to sweat. He was thirsty, after all. How inconsiderate of the sun. One of the specks had begun to take the shape of a person. A blonde. Ah, yes, he could identify her shape now. It was definitely a blonde woman, and she was looking in his direction. Waving, in fact! And shouting! He was, unfortunately, unable to quite make out all her words against the sound of crashing waves, so he held one finger up before pausing. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply once, then twice, then opened his eyes and lifted his legs to try jogging forward. It was like they were coated in cement with rusted joints needing iron. Every step seemed to resist his effort to gain some forward momentum, to just carry himself quickly enough to meet with another human being and arrange for some proper water and rest. The jog certainly helped close the distance towards the blonde far more quickly, but just as he opened his mouth he saw a figure not far apart from her suddenly stand and... whoa. Whoa! The sudden halting of his jog nearly forced him to tumble forward. Wings had just flourished out from this guy, almost distracting him from the fact that he had horns and a tail. Xander had seen some crazy go nuts body modifications in his time, but nothing so extravagant. "Damn," he panted, finally hunching over, his hands pressed to his bent knees, "what kinda cash... do you gotta pay... for a body mod like that?" He caught his breath for a moment before looking up at the blonde before him. "Name's Xander," he said with slightly less exasperation. "I, uh... I should probably... get some water... and rest... and maybe see a doctor?" His body was certainly sore as if he'd survived a car wreck, but the problem was that he shouldn't have survived it. Or if he had but was stuck in a coma for a while, he should have woken up in a hospital bed, preferably with a big-titted nurse in some tight fitting scrubs tending to him. Though perhaps that's precisely what was happening and he was in a coma dream? He glanced again to the dude with the horns, wings, and tail... and while it was out there, it wasn't trippy dream level. "Water first, I think," he nodded to the blonde. Yeah, could be dehydration, too.

Name: Roland Greyplains Race: "Demon" (Incubus) Age: Old enough to know better, young enough to not give a damn Personality: Jovial and light-hearted, always willing to crack a joke and have a drink. However, takes his studies very seriously, particularly in terms of amassing his collection of goods to sell. Friendly, but perhaps only so he can try to sell you something. Bio: Roland doesn't talk much about his youthful days, and not many know how far back those days go. What's known is that he appeared one day in the slums with a handful of jewels pawned off for less their value so that he might have a place to stay. He then ventured out, and on the last day of his rent returned with more jewels. This time he was able to sell to a higher bidder, but still stayed at the same place for the same rate... but hired help. He then returned with more jewels, and this time even trinkets and artifacts... but one less hired hand. In time Roland became a reputable fortune hunter, gathering more reliable help in order to bring back greater and greater wealth. Over the years his operation changed to connecting with and bartering with other adventurers, which later turned into developing contracts with mining companies where he'd offer his own hired guards to assist in exploration of old battlefields, abandoned ruins, empty mineshafts, and even more. Fast forward to modern day, where Roland has developed connections with nobility and the wealthier of peasantry, museums and collectors, and excavators, architects, and adventurers. His connections allow him to assemble body guards for excavators and architects and to find the finest that any collector could hope to buy. He is planning now to strike a deal not only with the crew of the SkyHawk, but other adventurers will to begin diving deeper into the more dangerous territories such as the Shadows, deeper into the Red Mountains, and to perhaps even seek hidden treasures from the drowned corpses of old adventurers and warriors in the Bog. Who knows? Perhaps he'll even risk his own neck on one of these adventures. He has been cooped up in his own personal estate, after all. Of course, as well known as he is for his goods and expertise, he's also known for one other thing: his promiscuous escapades. Many a nobleman prefer to visit him rather than welcome him into their homes, for such a course of action inevitably results in Roland tumbling about the bed sheets of the noble's daughter(s), concubines, maidservants, you name it. The only thing Roland might love more than his fortune is women, and it is said the only reason he doesn't run a brothel is because he'd be too busy buying the pleasure of his own employees to properly run the business. It's not just wealthy women that Roland enjoys spending his time with, however. It's just that no one makes as much as a racket when a bar wench, prostitute, or other form of common woman hops in the sheets of an Incubus. Abilities And/or Skills: As an Incubus, can produce a pheromone that leaves those in close proximity (generally within a five-foot radius) more open to suggestion. Granted, there are limitations and it still relies on the Incubus' silk tongue to effectively persuade. In members of the opposite sex, this pheromone has the added effect of increasing arousal. However, overuse of this pheromone is ultimately what led to the downfall of the Incubi as a "nation", if they were ever so united in the first place. As such, Roland rarely uses his pheromone on a client unless he suspects there will be no repercussions for doing so. For example, a no name, low-rank noble that doesn't know what he's trying to buy yet insists on haggling. Roland is more likely to use this ability on women, but even then he does so selectively. After all, there are some women that will not hesitate to permanently separate one's penis from their person should they find they were drawn to bed seemingly against their will.

Alright, I'll start working on a character sheet to post and then figure out a place to put him. Looks like there's already meetings going on in the tavern, so perhaps I'll have him enter the library to do some research on a curious item that has come into his possession from a recent expedition.

So right now I'm leaning towards the Jeweler and Antiques Dealer. Before putting together a spreadsheet, however, I wanted to see if the following details were fine. The first being species/race. If it is okay with you, I propose the following: There's a lot of potential elements to your setting this could impact, so let me know if you'd like to modify or change anything to be more fitting to the setting you have in mind. Again, if there's anything you think I should change, let me know and I'll post a revised version.

Regardless of how she washes up, I'll be fine having my character stumble upon her and this Dragon Man catching some rays on the beach.

Currently deciding if I'll be bringing in a plucky young swordsman for hire (perhaps a dropout from the academy?), a demi-human or demon jeweler and antiques dealer specializing in relics from the war, or an older, retired warrior that perhaps works at the academy teaching hand-to-hand/close-quarters combat. Or a pair of the character concepts. You may be rescinding that "thank you" in a moment. Apologies if this is a tad presumptuous, but I think this group may be struggling to pick up on players for a couple reasons. As Seraphina commented on the first page of this OOC, there's a lot of information, but it also doesn't seem very well organized, and it seems like details on the setting are both scattered and vague. I'm still not sure what the political situation is, so I dunno what I would select for character loyalties. It seems like you created a lot of threads, many of which can be consolidated (rather than having individual threads for front gates and walls, just one thread to cover multiple of said locations for now), but trying to find information for even the most basic setting details is a bit of a maze for someone hoping to join. Additionally, there's a lot of emphasis on "plots", and they get very specific in places. As someone that has played rail-roaded roleplaying games on tabletop and in forums, that's not a very appealing sort of game to take part in. Folks want to know their contribution will help shape and direct the story rather than be led on a leash. Additionally, even if a player isn't partaking in certain plots, they are emphasized more strongly than anything else that it gives the sense that the player will have to follow everything going on, and most players don't have the time to be reading each post in each thread. Note that these aren't meant to be criticisms designed to poke you in the gut maliciously. I had to learn a lot of lessons myself when trying to run tabletop games and run forum games. I think you're perhaps getting a bit ahead of yourself, and should maybe simplify the world to a few locations rather than a ton and perhaps consolidate the plots, while aiming to leave them more open. That might help the setting be more appealing and even understandable by prospective players. All that said, that's just my feeling looking through and, at times, trying to figure out where certain info is, as well as advice that could maybe help draw more players in. It's up to you what you do, though, and I'll be creating my character(s) and posting, regardless. My current goal is to simply be in and explore the setting without taking part in the main plots, though I'll try to follow along best I can. Sorry if this sounds like a bunch of nitpicking or even picking on you, as that's not the intention. I'm just trying to help you avoid pitfalls and stumbling blocks that I tripped over when I tried coming up with such settings.

Well, my character is basically free for anyone to interact with. I just didn't want to interrupt anything else going on since I dunno if folks have plans or not. Basically, though, he's free for anyone to say hello to, though be warned I can get verbose, so uh, I guess be ready for that if you do so.

"GYYYAAAUGH!" Xander sat upright, his heart pumping like a jack hammer and his whole body trembling. He could feel his pulse pounding in his temples, eyes wide open as his fingers dig into the wet sand beneath him. He sat there a moment, shook, panting heavily as he simply stared at the empty beach before him. Just moments ago he was pounding his foot against the break pedal to his hover car as it began to drift off the allotted roadway. He desperately attempted to veer, but he succeeded only in bouncing like a pinball from a guardrail and head first into a concrete wall. And now he was on a beach. "Am I dea-" he began, but his throat was so dry and voice so crackled that he could not even finish without a series of coughs. It was only after he looked to the hand that reflexively covered his mouth that he noticed water dripping from it. He looked about himself, realizing he was in the range of the waves lapping up and down the beach. With a heavy groan he began to stand, water suddenly spilling from the folds and crevices in his jacket and pants. Well, if he was dead, then the afterlife was filled with the unfortunate pains of a mortal body. Xander didn't believe in much, but he somehow doubted an ageless soul would experience sore muscles and creaky joints. "So I'm alive," he said with a harsh voice. Well, that's a start. Looking up and away from a beach, the first thing he noticed was trees and jungle. Right, so he somehow teleported from his hover car to a tropical beach. That's... certainly unusual. However, he then noticed a large building rising above the trees in the distance. He wasn't wholly certain what kind of building it was, but it looked decently inviting. "Destination," he sighed with a smile to himself. "That's a start." He began to walk down the length of the beach in the direction of the building, the warm sun and cool breeze coming off the ocean working in tandem to begin drying him off. He made sure to keep closer to the water than the jungle, however. Something about it seemed... unwelcoming. Not at all the vibe he got from the building in the distance.

Name: Xander Gravejaw Age: 28 Gender: Male Species: Human Origin: Alternate Earth, Near-Future Cyberpunk City-scape Height: 6'1" Weight: 180 lbs. Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Brunette Physical Description: Tall and fit, with well defined muscles that aren't bulging or crazy-go nuts. His left ear is pierced. He keeps his face clean shaven and his brown hair cut relatively short. Other Details: A resident of an alternate Earth in the year 2073 A.D., Xander grew up with your typical anti-authoritarian delinquent mean streak. It didn't take long for him to realize that youthful rebellion was bound to lead nowhere, however, and to just live a life of fun and excitement. As such, he put his skills to boosting hovercars and modding them for illegal races or selling on the black market. He was pretty well known in the underground for his thieving skills as well as his womanizing, yet his carefree attitude also made him a number of enemies. He found himself going high speed towards a wall with a faulty set of breaks in a hover race, and while he remembers the brief and violent moment of the crash, he has no understanding as to why he woke up on this seeming paradise resort. Nonetheless, he's not one to ask questions, and so long as he's alive and able to experience the pleasures of life, then he's good. Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Turn ons: Exhibitionism, revealing attire, clothed sex, large breasts, the sound of a woman moaning Penis Length: 8 inches Breast Size: N/A Sensitivity: Average Abilities/Powers: None Skills: Able to pick locks analogue and digital, capable of driving most vehicles with great capability

I've decided to join up and see if I can bring a character in to try and just have a bit of fun with. I'll be reading over some of the material and setting, though it doesn't seem overly complicated thus far. Still deciding what sort of character to pull in.