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Time for a Cinnabon!
✖ THE MALL
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You step off the ferry and find there is no beach. No, the concrete wharf opens up to a vast, flat plain of pavement. It goes on, and on, and on. Sodium lights on tall poles are spaced at regular intervals, and as you move forward you notice white lines painted in neat rows.Those of you from a typical earth world might recognise almost immediately that you are, in fact, in a giant parking lot.
Up ahead you can see a vast building, a long rectangle flanked on either end by an even larger square. In the very center there is a large, triangular glass awning hanging over an entranceway composed of several automatic doors. There is neon tubing running along the inside of the awning, lighting up the glass so it is a beacon shining across the expanse of pavement you’re crossing.
That’s right, Travellers. We’re going to The Mall.
The building is huge - it takes a good hour to walk from one anchor store to the other at the opposite end. There are stores selling damn near everything - clothes, housewares, books, kitchen supplies, movies and music, electronics - as well as hair salons, nail salons, and a ton of kiosks. The merchandise being sold seems to be from different decades - anywhere from the 1970s to the late 2000s. You can find almost anything you could want!
The flooring is faux marble, the pillars decorated with brass detailing halfway up their length. Potted palms are set at regular intervals. The mall’s concourse is huge and open, with a glass ceiling criss-crossed with metal supports. A fountain jets water coloured by lights into the air over and over in the center of the concourse.
Escalators and an elevator run up and down to the second floor, where the food court is, which is a heaven, provided you’re too worried about MSG. Food from across every conceivable world exists here - no matter where you’re from, you can find a fast-food version of something you’re familiar with. And there’s an Orange Julius!
Truly, a paradise. Kind of weird that the automatic doors won’t let you out the way you came in, but you have everything you need right here! Just be really careful on those escalators - wouldn’t want to get sucked under. And by the way, what’s that noise…?
Ⅱ. BLACK FRIDAY
CW: violence, mob mentality
One of the mall anchors is a huge department store that sells everything under the sun. As you walk through the empty aisles, you’ll notice that there are signs hung everywhere that read “SALE!” Indeed, prices seem to have been drastically reduced. The place seems eerily calm, however; you can’t see any shoppers anywhere.
But if you walk close to the exterior entrance on the far side of the store, you will see them if you look outside.
Hundreds upon hundreds of people pressed up against the glass doors. With a start you see that all of them, from children to the elderly, are missing their eyes. Black, empty sockets stare sightlessly ahead. Store employees, recognisable by their red smocks, stand at the ready.
“Alright, let’s open her up!” one of them shouts, and the employees move to unlock the doors. Immediately the crowd surges forward. The employees pull each other out of the way moments before they can be trampled. The mob rushes through the entranceways, stampeding towards… towards…
Oh. You.
The mob lacks any empathy; people push and climb over one another, uncaring if anyone falls to the ground. You’re pretty sure several of them are actually being crushed beneath people’s feet. Oddly, they aren’t screaming in pain. People’s mouths are moving, but only to form certain words:
“FLATSCREEN!”
“INTELLIVISION!”
“TICKLE-ME-ELMO!”
They are only screaming what it is that they want. They are single minded in their purpose, and don’t care who they hurt in their pursuit.
Make your way to the entrance that opens into the mall and you’ll be greeted with a nasty sight: the gates are closed. No matter what you do to them, they won’t budge an inch, impervious to brute strength, magic, superpowers. That means you’ll have to find another way out if you don’t want to join in the bloodshed. Maybe there’s a ventilation system or a loading bay...
There’s a chance you could just hide out until the sale ends - a store this vast has more than enough food and drink to sustain you, and you could probably get a good night’s sleep in a camping display if it isn’t torn apart by rabid consumers. Just be careful, because the longer you spend trapped in the department store the more likely you are to turn into one of them: mindlessly screaming what it is you want as you tear the store apart.
Ⅲ. UNDERGROUND PARKING
CW: potential starvation, dehydration
If the two floors of the mall are for eating and shopping, where do the down escalators go? Unsurprisingly they lead to an underground parking lot. More surprisingly, if you choose to enter the lot you’ll find yourself suddenly transported to the inside of a car. What car? Any car! It sure isn’t yours! It’s locked and you can’t get the doors or windows to open. Even trying to break your way out is futile.
Thank goodness you have a way to call for help: your ScryWatch! Although you can still access the public network, your ScryWatch will also now function as a private one-to-one device like a phone or a walkie talkie. You can ask a friend to come and help you!
The second person entering the lot won’t be magicked away, but a friendly mall employee will stop you and hand you a set of keys. Clearly they go to a car… but which one? Better start pressing that alarm button, huh?
The parking lot is massive. The party in the car would be wise to describe what they can see to their seeker. After all, teamwork makes the dream work! You sure don’t want to be stuck in a warm car for a couple of days!
Ⅳ. MANNEQUIN
CW: automatonophobia
As you walk through the mall, you’ll see plenty of window displays. Gleaming cookware turning on pedestals under mellow lights, toys going round and round in fake wonderlands, personalised miniature license plates - although they’re all out of Borts - and of course plenty of stylish clothes draped over countless mannequins.
It’s always fun to window shop, isn’t it? Which is how you will come to notice that some of the mannequins look awfully familiar.
Everyone has, at some point in their life, treated someone like they weren’t real outside of what you wanted them to be. The romantic interest you put on a pedestal, the friend you only called when you needed them, or the poor bastard in the office who never did anything to you but who you hated on because it made you feel better. The mannequins greatly resemble that person or persons.
No matter which window you pass, they’re there. It looks like they’re watching you. But that’s silly, isn’t it?
With every mannequin you pass, the more your unease grows. Eventually the feeling of being watched is so great that it’s overwhelming. A sense of guilt grows alongside your paranoia, gnawing at your guts until you feel physically ill. Maybe if you apologise to the dummies for treating them like objects?
Or maybe if you just break all of them into pieces.
Come on Jessica, come on Tori! Let's go to the mall, you won't be sorry!
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You step off the ferry and find there is no beach. No, the concrete wharf opens up to a vast, flat plain of pavement. It goes on, and on, and on. Sodium lights on tall poles are spaced at regular intervals, and as you move forward you notice white lines painted in neat rows.Those of you from a typical earth world might recognise almost immediately that you are, in fact, in a giant parking lot.
Up ahead you can see a vast building, a long rectangle flanked on either end by an even larger square. In the very center there is a large, triangular glass awning hanging over an entranceway composed of several automatic doors. There is neon tubing running along the inside of the awning, lighting up the glass so it is a beacon shining across the expanse of pavement you’re crossing.
That’s right, Travellers. We’re going to The Mall.
The building is huge - it takes a good hour to walk from one anchor store to the other at the opposite end. There are stores selling damn near everything - clothes, housewares, books, kitchen supplies, movies and music, electronics - as well as hair salons, nail salons, and a ton of kiosks. The merchandise being sold seems to be from different decades - anywhere from the 1970s to the late 2000s. You can find almost anything you could want!
The flooring is faux marble, the pillars decorated with brass detailing halfway up their length. Potted palms are set at regular intervals. The mall’s concourse is huge and open, with a glass ceiling criss-crossed with metal supports. A fountain jets water coloured by lights into the air over and over in the center of the concourse.
Escalators and an elevator run up and down to the second floor, where the food court is, which is a heaven, provided you’re too worried about MSG. Food from across every conceivable world exists here - no matter where you’re from, you can find a fast-food version of something you’re familiar with. And there’s an Orange Julius!
Truly, a paradise. Kind of weird that the automatic doors won’t let you out the way you came in, but you have everything you need right here! Just be really careful on those escalators - wouldn’t want to get sucked under. And by the way, what’s that noise…?
Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
3. Any food is safe to eat, and is consumable by non-human entities.
4. The people inside the mall are normal humans unless otherwise indicated. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
5. Have fun!
Ⅱ. BLACK FRIDAY
CW: violence, mob mentality
One of the mall anchors is a huge department store that sells everything under the sun. As you walk through the empty aisles, you’ll notice that there are signs hung everywhere that read “SALE!” Indeed, prices seem to have been drastically reduced. The place seems eerily calm, however; you can’t see any shoppers anywhere.
But if you walk close to the exterior entrance on the far side of the store, you will see them if you look outside.
Hundreds upon hundreds of people pressed up against the glass doors. With a start you see that all of them, from children to the elderly, are missing their eyes. Black, empty sockets stare sightlessly ahead. Store employees, recognisable by their red smocks, stand at the ready. “Alright, let’s open her up!” one of them shouts, and the employees move to unlock the doors. Immediately the crowd surges forward. The employees pull each other out of the way moments before they can be trampled. The mob rushes through the entranceways, stampeding towards… towards…
Oh. You.
The mob lacks any empathy; people push and climb over one another, uncaring if anyone falls to the ground. You’re pretty sure several of them are actually being crushed beneath people’s feet. Oddly, they aren’t screaming in pain. People’s mouths are moving, but only to form certain words:
“FLATSCREEN!”
“INTELLIVISION!”
“TICKLE-ME-ELMO!”
They are only screaming what it is that they want. They are single minded in their purpose, and don’t care who they hurt in their pursuit.
Make your way to the entrance that opens into the mall and you’ll be greeted with a nasty sight: the gates are closed. No matter what you do to them, they won’t budge an inch, impervious to brute strength, magic, superpowers. That means you’ll have to find another way out if you don’t want to join in the bloodshed. Maybe there’s a ventilation system or a loading bay...
There’s a chance you could just hide out until the sale ends - a store this vast has more than enough food and drink to sustain you, and you could probably get a good night’s sleep in a camping display if it isn’t torn apart by rabid consumers. Just be careful, because the longer you spend trapped in the department store the more likely you are to turn into one of them: mindlessly screaming what it is you want as you tear the store apart.
Notes:
1. There may be a few Black Friday shoppers loose in the mall, but primarily they stick to the department store.
2. Your character might find a way into the mall again, or the parking lot outside. However they manage that is up to you!
3. If your character does turn into a consumer drone, they can be changed back by being taken out of the department store. Maybe go chill out by the fountain in the concourse or get some chilli fries in the food court.
Ⅲ. UNDERGROUND PARKING
CW: potential starvation, dehydration
If the two floors of the mall are for eating and shopping, where do the down escalators go? Unsurprisingly they lead to an underground parking lot. More surprisingly, if you choose to enter the lot you’ll find yourself suddenly transported to the inside of a car. What car? Any car! It sure isn’t yours! It’s locked and you can’t get the doors or windows to open. Even trying to break your way out is futile. Thank goodness you have a way to call for help: your ScryWatch! Although you can still access the public network, your ScryWatch will also now function as a private one-to-one device like a phone or a walkie talkie. You can ask a friend to come and help you!
The second person entering the lot won’t be magicked away, but a friendly mall employee will stop you and hand you a set of keys. Clearly they go to a car… but which one? Better start pressing that alarm button, huh?
The parking lot is massive. The party in the car would be wise to describe what they can see to their seeker. After all, teamwork makes the dream work! You sure don’t want to be stuck in a warm car for a couple of days!
Notes:
1. Your character can post/call the network or text/call an individual - in the latter case nobody else can read or hear the conversation.
2. The car might have some goldfish crackers or something in the glove box, or maybe an old gatorade bottle on the floor, but there’s not going to be enough to survive on for any length of time.
Ⅳ. MANNEQUIN
CW: automatonophobia
As you walk through the mall, you’ll see plenty of window displays. Gleaming cookware turning on pedestals under mellow lights, toys going round and round in fake wonderlands, personalised miniature license plates - although they’re all out of Borts - and of course plenty of stylish clothes draped over countless mannequins. It’s always fun to window shop, isn’t it? Which is how you will come to notice that some of the mannequins look awfully familiar.
Everyone has, at some point in their life, treated someone like they weren’t real outside of what you wanted them to be. The romantic interest you put on a pedestal, the friend you only called when you needed them, or the poor bastard in the office who never did anything to you but who you hated on because it made you feel better. The mannequins greatly resemble that person or persons.
No matter which window you pass, they’re there. It looks like they’re watching you. But that’s silly, isn’t it?
With every mannequin you pass, the more your unease grows. Eventually the feeling of being watched is so great that it’s overwhelming. A sense of guilt grows alongside your paranoia, gnawing at your guts until you feel physically ill. Maybe if you apologise to the dummies for treating them like objects?
Or maybe if you just break all of them into pieces.
Notes:
1. Stating how you have wronged the person the mannequin resembles and apologising will cause the guilt and paranoia to vanish. But then, so will breaking them.
2. Could the mannequins sneak up on you? Move when you’re not looking? Sure! the floor, but there’s not going to be enough to survive on for any length of time.
cw: zombie shopper violence, minor injuries
"I might need that later and I don't want it getting ripped off!"
Deadpool's bullets slam into the second wave of zombie shoppers who don't seem to feel it at all but thankfully enough of them drop dead onto the first wave, covering them and pinning them down, which means she can let up on her powers. And it's lucky that she does because somehow there's a third wave that is coming out from the kitchenware section next to them, she utters a little surprised squawk and distorts the gravity around them so that they go flying up into the air and away from them.
"Fuuuuck why are there so many?" She growls and suddenly feels something grab her ankles, she looks down and sees a pair of twin eyeless girls. She opens her mouth in surprise and that's when a huge corpulent man, possibly their father, grabs her from behind and shoves her to the ground. She lands hard, her chin banging onto the linoleum floor and she feels her teeth clack together over her tongue, filling her mouth with the taste of blood. The man, single minded in his purpose to get at those wonderful sales steps onto her lower back and Roxy cries out in pain.
cw: zombie shopper violence, murderdeathkill
In the middle of zombie shopper violence, Deadpool has a moment. At first it's a moment of staring at her in surprise, and then he has warm fuzzies. Sure, he'd had a good idea she was happy after last time, but he also knew what he was. He was a fling, especially if you were drunk enough to overlook his ghoulish features. He definitely was not relationship material. So someone like Roxy, who he'd become somewhat attached to himself, suggesting she might want more than the one time in the love tunnel meant something.
Unfortunately, the zombies did not have a warm fuzzy, and kept on advancing. In fact, they manage to shove Roxy to the ground and..and step on her?!?. Deadpool's eyes narrow, which in true comics fashion mean that the eyeholes of his mask also narrow, and he feels a cold sense of fury filling him. Before, he hadn't really been shooting to kill in case these were real people under some kind of spell. But now...
He puts a bullet in each girl's head, then up the large man's ass at such an angle as it hits the heart and stops him dead immediately. Then he proceeds to murder everyone in a ten foot radius of Roxy with equal precision, dropping bodies to the floor left and right until he runs out of bullets.
"Side note to self, take advantage of black friday sales to stock up on bullets."
Then he whips out his arm-katana from the very first story prompt he did on this community. For those not in the know, he ripped his own arm off, breaking it in such a way as to have the arm bone come to a sharp point. Naturally, he's since worked on sharpening it further and peeling away the flesh. Whoo boy, if Maleficent was still here to see it, she might fangirl him for how dark and necromantic it is. Once his makeshift sword is ready (do they sell swords in malls? he might have to get legit hardware if so), he goes to work slicing and dicing and keeping a perimeter around Roxy. His little bracelet was probably gonna go so very red after this, but it wasn't like he cared what color it was.
cw: zombie shopper violence, murderdeathkill
In the meantime the horde continues to swarm them but Wade seems to be doing a good job at keeping a safe perimeter around them, she watches him with something that is a bit like awe and...maybe a bit of arousal. She doesn't like watching people get hurt but there is something sexy about watching someone do what they are really really good at.
"While I enjoy watching you work, handsome....how about we try a hasty retreat?" She says and encloses them in a gravity bubble, lifting them up towards the ceiling high above the zombie horde. The small space they had created fills up almost instantly and Roxy shudders at the awful sounds that they are all making.
"APPLE TEEEEEEEE-VEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"SNUGGIEEEEEEEEE!"
She utters a small sigh and looks around, "Any ideas on where we can go? I'm good but I can't keep us up here forever."
cw: zombie shopper violence, murderdeathkill
Then he was floating with Roxy's voice in his ear. He blinked and looked down at the mob below them. He could have murdered for hours and not made much of a dent in that mass of bodies.
"Whoa...now that is a handy power..." He shouts down below, "HEY!! SNUGGIES AREN'T EVEN ALL THAT GOOD!! THERE ARE BETTER BLANKETS!! AND WHO WANTS TO PAY FOR ANOTHER STREAMING SERVICE?"
Then he looks back at Roxy. "Oh yeah, do you know how hot you look while using your powers? Also, floaty boobs." He reaches out and caresses one, seeing if it'll drift in the no-gravity bubble.
(Focus, Wade, Focus)
"Oh, yeah, I have an idea. I need all the ammo, and some swords. Do they sell that stuff in malls? I mean, they didn't used to, but they might be getting desperate now..."
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"Careful there handsome, don't start something you can't finish...." She says and tips him a wink, looking thoughtful when he mentions needing ammo and looks back down at the ground where the horde is literally tearing the department store apart.
"They might but I don't think now is a very good time to go shopping. Maybe we can come back after these things...I dunno, shop till they drop?" She suggests, and then points towards one of the large air vents up near the ceiling.
"What about that? Think we can get out into the rest of the mall through that?"
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He glances up, following her gaze. "Yeah...I'm not really in the mood to fight for the ammo I need to continue fighting for ammo. It feels like a feedback loop." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "And if we can't get to the rest of the mall through that, it could at least be a fun adventure where I get to squish against you a lot. Although we do need to come back to this. Zero gravity sex with you is now on my bucket list, if you think you can maintain concentration on it for the whole thing."
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"Looks comfortably tight." She says and motions for him to get in first, trying hard not to loose her concentration when he brings up the idea of zero gravity sex. He's not the only one who can get easily distracted...
Once he has carefully climbed inside she follows, making a little squeak as she just barely avoids banging her head on the rim. The inside of the vent is dusty and dark but it looks like they should be able to crawl fairly easily on their hands and knees to where ever it leads.
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It's tricky, given that he's weightless, but he manages to catch the rim of the opening and scramble inside. Fortunately, his life is weird enough that this isn't his first experience with zero g. Or his second, or third. If we're being really real, he fucked a space hippo once. But she was his wife. It was a whole thing, and honestly, given that Roxy gets a little antsy any time him being with other women is brought up in conversation with her friends, she probably shouldn't read this narration. Suffice it to say, that was a very brief marriage and he is not currently entangled with a space hippo.
At the moment, he just peers down between his legs at her from his hands and knees position. "I'd be jiggling all up in that puff if our situations were reversed, but alas...you are behind me with only my butt and the knowledge that my penis is held back from dangling only by my spandex to keep you company. Whatever shall you do? You better not not grope me. Did I include an extra 'not' there? Whoops, must have been a fondling..er..Freudian slip."
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Once she is inside the vent she laughs at his fondling Freudian slip and runs a nail up the back of his thigh and then slaps his ass to get him moving.
"How about we put some distance between us and the horde and then I'll fondle your dangling bits?"
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"Be careful back there...on a Mexican food day, that can be dangerous. Very, very dangerous." Solemn, so solemn.
He starts to scramble forward. "You know, Christmas, duct crawling, goons to fight...this feels very Die Hard. Well, if you call it a Christmas movie. If you don't, it still feels Die Hard, just with less jolly."
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"Die Hard is a Christmas movie in the same way that Jaws Revenge is." She says, "Which is to say barely but I'd still rather watch either of those than that stupid Rudolf special. I hated that dentist elf growing up."
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Whether she bumped into him or not, he starts reverse crawling towards her. "Oh no...I can't control it...my little head has taken over and demands to be near you..alert! Ass coming at your face! Alert!!"
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"Yeah back that ass up!" She says and uses her hands to guide his rear to one side so she can lean over and bite one of his cheeks. She giggles and then shimmies and slides till she is positioned underneath him, he's lucky she's a petite girl or else this might not have been possible.
"Hey." She says with a grin, looking up at him. "Urm...Did you just...call me your girl?"
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When she literally bites his ass, he yeeps and would jump, but there is no space to jump. Instead, he just has to take his retaliatory groping and biting and like it. Then he sees her squirt between his legs (metaphorically this time, as opposed to literally like last time) and he blinks.
"I did, didn't I? Too soon? That was totally too soon. I mean, sure we had wild sex and you had multiple orgasms and rebel yells, and okay yeah we did just save each other from zombos, but I know my place and I'm just fling material and that's cool. But it's really nice to think of you as my girl." He smiles through his mask at her.
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She slowly starts to slide his mask up, revealing his chin and mouth.
"Which made me sad because...yeah...I like the idea of being your girl. I like it a lot."
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It seems odd to say his jaw drops when he is horizontal, but it does. She has him pretty flabbergasted for a few moments, and it's an idea that will likely really throw him for a loop many times in the future too. It's hard to accept this as being a real thing.
"You're nobody's fling," he says, focusing on that part, "Or you shouldn't be. You're the kind of person you hold onto if you are lucky enough to have even a little bit."
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"Well you get the whole thing." She says, her eyes sparkling. "I'm all yours if you want me."
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"I do," he says in a voice that comes out in a whisper, "But...I've told you that I fuck people up. I'm not a good person. You'll see me do bad things, like murder people who may or may not be actual undead. And you're a good person. You really sure you want me to drag you down?"
He sighs. "I just...I don't want to hurt you. You've already been hurt by people that did want to hurt you, or just didn't care, which is worse. If I hurt you, I'll feel like them. And I don't want to do that. They weren't good at making you come so hard your body vibrates and you float a little as you lose control of your gravity powers. Did I mention you did that in my narration? Because you did. It was pretty awesome."
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She says and then reaches up to pull his mask off fully, she wants to be able to see his eyes while they talk about this and when she does she sees the worry in them so she gently strokes his cheek with her hand.
"And the only way you'll hurt me is if you cheat on me, use me, or ignore me." She tells him, her eyes serious. "As for the murder stuff, do I like that? Well no, but I mean it's not like there's a lot of people that you would murder right? Unless they're trying to hurt you? You don't randomly just kill people Wade."
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She pulls his mask up and he lets her. Every time she does it, it is easier to let her do it. He isn't into letting just anyone pull his mask up, but she's earned it over and over, each time she looks at him with that look of acceptance and even desire. Not lusty desire, just desire to see him, which is not a thing most people want to do, ever.
"I won't ever cheat on you if you say we're on the mono side of the gamous." He pauses. "Not the disease, I mean. Oops clever wordplay fail. But use you? Well, I make no promises there. I want to use your floaty boobie powers all day long. And ignore you...I..."
At that, the joking about her gravity powers and her boobs fade a bit. Look, he had to after that fun art, okay? But the part about ignoring hits the part of him that wants to be honest with her hard.
"I...get distracted sometimes." Which was an understatement. Deadpool was known for his epic tangents. He was basically ADHD, the super hero. Or villain. Or whatever. Super...thing. "I wouldn't do it on purpose. But my brain is broken. You're the only one who's ever seen it not broken, and that was weird island magic."
He sighs. "And I do randomly kill lots of people. My body count is high because I don't ever think about consequences. Do I MUAHAHAHA shoot people in the head for shits and giggles because EEEVILLLL? No. But...my collateral damage count is high."
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"You are special." She says and kisses the tip of his nose, "In a good way, no, in the best way."
"And I want to be monogamous, I know for a fact that I'm not built for anything else. I've got waaaay too big of a jealous streak for me to ever try being poly." She explains, "And when I say use and ignore me I mean more like...in mean ways. You can use my floaty boobies and I can tell you get easily distracted which is fine, I don't have a great attention span either, I mean it more like..."
She pauses, trying to figure out the best way to explain what she means. "Almost all my relationships have been with guys who either use me to be their cheerleader, for sex, or to make themselves feel more in control. And most of them ignored me if there were other, prettier girls around. Or they would ignore my feelings if I got upset or hurt. That's what I mean by please don't use or ignore me."
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"You can be my only distraction," he says, leaning in to nuzzle her a bit. The duct is cramped if you're trying to keep space between you and someone else, but it's pretty cozy for holding someone else close, which he does now. "And I'll use you for sex only if you're using me for sex. If we are both using each other for sex to the point where we couldn't possibly ignore each other, then we're doing it right. I think. I think there's more of a chance that I'll ignore other people in favor of you, honestly."
He kisses her on each cheek. "And if I start fucking it up, you can let me know and I'll try to be better.
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When he leans down to nuzzle and distract her she giggles and wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Baby I like the way you think! Now kiss me properly and then lets get out of this air vent so I can tear your clothes off."
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"I mean, I'm all about you riding me right here in this air vent, but I can see how that'd be uncomfortable. Upside though, no zombies?"
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"Just a tiny bit." She says and laughs, "And I suspect once we get out of this store we'll be away from the zombies, they don't look like they are leaving this one area."
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