THE SLUT VIRUS

[loveskulls]

It began outside the city, at nightfall... as these things usually do. The afflicted succumbed to the virus, and began to move from farm house to farm house, gathering strength in numbers. Moving toward larger population centers, craving to spread itself further and further and further…

News only barely manages to outpace the lumbering horde. Locals shout in panicked tones about ‘the sluts’ and begin running for shelter. Some opt to take their chances at home; others run toward the castle, hoping to seek sanctuary with the Mistress. Those with a cooler head on their shoulders do their best to convince you to hide somewhere until dawn.

What do you do?

HIDE IN THE VILLAGE + HIDE IN THE CASTLE + CONFRONT THE HORDE

[OOC: IF YOU ARE AFFLICTED... The slut virus is non-fatal and temporary; it will affect your character until they've completely exhausted themselves. You also still have awareness of all your behavior afterward and can even try to fight it off, but it's very strong and inevitably you will Slut Out. If it's any comfort, your character will find a lot of NPCs affected by it claiming they don't remember anything, giving you an equal out. It's too embarrassing, even to Oglafers.]

Comments

[blackdogstar]

[Sirius would be lying if he said he had never even considered kissing his best friend. At least when it happened back home it was more like an intrusive thought he could chalk up to ridiculous brain firing or too much to drink or just an overabundance of affection for the people who ever actually gave a shit about him.

But that would also be lying. And he's losing his ability to form that particular lie, the longer he's in this wild place. The horde sure is doing it's part, too, leaving Sirius utterly without shame about his hungers, and with a desperate clingy need to grab onto someone. It feels even better to be clinging to someone he already knows and likes as a person, too. James' touch is both a relief and a tease, making him squirm with the need for more.

Sirius whines almost like a complaining dog, wrapping arms around James' waist and rubbing against him.]

Mmnnn, what? What is it?

[It's gotta be important if James is trying so hard to say it, probably.]

[braveatheart]

[Merlin, what is he doing. What is he doing? He's nearly married, to the love of his life, and he isn't even trying to think about her while he's locking lips with his best friend and pushing him backwards, back, further until he hits something solid.

He doesn't care what it is, just that it doesn't move and he can hold Sirius there while he tugs and what's left of his clothes to get at more of his skin.]

What-- What are we doing? [James mutters between one rushed kiss and the next, not really caring for the answer as he pushes his knee up between Sirius' thighs and slides a hand across his stomach.

What are they doing? It's what they might do in the next ten minutes that he ought to be more concerned about.]