TESTDRIVE #1

[cobamods]

There's a number of ways it could happen, but regardless you find yourself standing on the outskirts of a city. A beautiful city, as familiar to you as any from your world, with all manner of buildings within sight. A sign on the side of the road greets you, saying WELCOME TO COBA You're already part of the family! It's practically inviting you to step into the city limits. Why don't you? As soon as you do, you'll find a pamphlet in your hand, almost eager to tell you all about what this mysterious Coba has to offer. And eager seems to be the impression you get about almost everything - the sun seems to brighten, the flowers seem to perk up - it's almost as if everything about Coba is welcoming you as an honored guest. And you are. Though hopefully, only temporarily. Coba would love nothing more for you to become an honored member of her precious community. Welcome to Coba, visitor, and we hope you enjoy your stay! PREMISE | RULES | FAQ & QUESTIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS Please read the FAQ before commenting! ♥ Welcome to the City of Coba Testdrive! Your character has found themselves in Coba, and are welcome to do any of the following: ● As you enter the city, you hear some bustle about a homecoming party! Following the signs will find yourself at a plaza with food, drink and live music, of all sorts and types. Why don't you stay awhile and indulge? ● Or, if you're not the party type, maybe you'd like to check out the city's cultural center! There's art, books, and other things to keep your mind occupied. And, maybe you'll meet other like-minded people there. ● Not in the mood for any of the above? There's always the beach! It's a lovely day, the waves are beautiful and the stores along the boardwalk all have signs up that read "TAKE WHAT YOU NEED". Maybe you need a surf board. ● Or maybe you have something else you want to do? Go for it! You're more than welcome to come up with your own prompts. In addition to the above, we would love to encourage anyone taking part in the testdrive to world build with us! Whether it be a street name or an entire neighborhood, whatever you come up with will become part of the game's canon. All we ask is that you pop over here to link us so we can see what you've done! Finally, ENJOY YOURSELVES. Seriously, this is meant to be a laid back, enjoyable game. We welcome any questions, critiques, and ideas, so always feel welcome to approach us about any and everything. We hope you decide to stay here in Coba!

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Thank you!

[heptagram]

[She couldn't really judge her name. Patchouli's surname is "Knowledge," after all.

That other part, though...]

... name you? You're quite the strange lady, aren't you.

My name is Patchouli, by the way.

^^ [/2]

[darkshooter]

It is a privilege. ...I collect names.

But not of my own accord, [she adds.] They happen to me. Gifts from others.

I would be willing to extend that privilege to you.

[2/3] Quite welcome you are, mate. :3

[darkshooter]

[-- for just a moment, her hands stop moving once again. The pause is brief pause; soon enough she's back at it, in just the same rhythm as earlier, though she might be going a little softer now. all the same, isn't she tired yet?]

Patchouli. ...An herb. One of two varieties to grow on Earth.

It has a distinct smell.

[3/3]

[darkshooter]

...I wonder. Do you?

[heptagram]

So I see. Perhaps ... Noire. I think that will do, yes? "Noire" is a good name, isn't it?

[... she takes a moment to take that other thing in.]

Two? I guess some terrible things happened to Earth since my departure...

[Might explain why Shooter has like. no color whatsoever.

That... last thing surprises her a lot.]

Um... I don't know, really.

[/2?] (also wow all my redundancies up there, so sorry BD;; )

[darkshooter]

It is familiar. Very familiar. [Why? Who knows; she doesn't. But there it is.]

I shall keep it for now, but I do not think it is meant for me. Nonetheless, I will accept it as your gift.

[well geez, Shooter. you did make a point of offering, after all.]

[darkshooter]

[the hands stop again.]






I wish to learn.

[heptagram]

[The pauses are expected by now. The words... not so much. Especially since that's kind of vague.]

I might be able to help you.

What would you like to learn?

[darkshooter]

[This look again, but with a distinct feeling of "did you really not guess?"]

Your scent.

[heptagram]

[Look that still comes across as really weird okay]

... I see.

Hm... I don't see why you can't investigate that, though.

[/2]

[darkshooter]

['Really weird' is just how she does it. She generally can't be bothered for otherwise. If it's her idea to be otherwise, that's one thing, but if it's not - good luck. "I Do What I Want" is pretty much the thing.]

I required your permission.

[darkshooter]

[...a quiet breath out, thoughtful.]

No. I desired it.


Perhaps I could have taken...but I did not want to do that. In your case, I much prefer your approval.

[well, isn't that a frank admission.]

[heptagram]

[She... kind of has a feeling this "scent" thing is a little nonliteral at this point...]

Very well. You have my approval, then. You may proceed.

[/?]

[darkshooter]

[you're bein' awful permissive with this total stranger here, Patch. didja know?]

[even Shooter's surprised that the greenlight came so easily. Surprised enough...that even with the approval given, she hesitates. Her hands start to leave Patchy's shoulders, but slowly; they move back, then go down just a bit lower...then stop, and come apart, no longer technically touching Patch at all. She doesn't seem to know what to do.]


[It doesn't last.]

sloppy purple prose ahoooy and [2/3] I think

[darkshooter]

[slowly, and with her hands free...she bends her head down, drawing near to Patchouli. Or rather- her hat. The tip of her nose just barely touches it.]

[she breathes, quietly and long...]

[and it leaves just as leisurely.]



[She moves lower, her nose just barely above the surface of Patchouli's hair. Again, the breath comes - and this time she's moving with it, following the trail downward.]

[now, down to her shoulder, though carefully - and deliberately farther and lower from where she'd been kneading. Shooter wanted Patchouli's scent, after all, not mixed with her own. NOT YET ANYWAY /SHOT]


[This time, there's less hesitation. It's not a rough or brutish motion by any measure; still gentle, uncharacteristically so, even now...but she presses her nose, indeed much of her face, into the fabric of her attire. This time, it's not so subtle: it's a quicker, audibly deep breath. Not exaggerated, despite that: just...matter of fact. I'm breathing, and I'm breathing in you, and this is what I want.]

[3/3] so actually yes, Patch, this *was* in fact meant very literally.

[darkshooter]

[...oh. an idea.]


[...your neck...yes, she moves there now too. and just as with your clothing, it is not disguised, not subtle, but nor is it course or too quick. careful now, careful speed...her skin against yours, though her lips are touching more of you than her nose. and that's actually coincidence, if you can believe it; there's no kiss, no sudden affection. we're still just breathing in you. she wants your scent; that's what this is about. cloth...hair...and now skin.]

[and she breathes.]


[and she relaxes.]

[settling against Patchouli, but only enough, just enough to be felt. her eyes, if you can see them...they are closed. and the face she wears? oddly content.]

[how's that for an experience.]

[heptagram]

[Patchouli...

is... not sure how to respond to that... Give her a few seconds.

Okay. Okay. Finally she manages something.]

You're quite thorough, I see.

[It's the best she can come up with on short notice, okay.]

/SLAMS THIS DOWN

[darkshooter]

[there might've been a response, might've been the start of one...but it was stopped the instant before it could begin.]








[and then she really does kiss your neck this time. a single kiss, leaning forward just so: a light, soft, drawn-out affair.]

[heptagram]

[If Patchouli seemed confused about how thoroughly Shooter took in her sent, this was even more confusing. She

now had a stranger kissing her.

Is that what she was to understand?

She couldn't figure out why Shooter wanted to kiss her. Did she just seem that appealing? Was it a way of thanking her wordlessly? Had her scent made Shooter curious about how Patchouli affected the other senses?

It was difficult to know. She wanted to ask, but wasn't sure how to really approach the matter...]

Noire...?

[darkshooter]

Your name for me.

[Her arms come around you from behind, both looping just below the shoulders to form a hug that...kind of includes the chair, as it happens, but if Shooter minds, she's not saying so. What she does is lean forward, kind of unintentionally pulling Patchy and her seat closer, and gently touch her cheek to yours.]

[(she may be on one or both knees for this whole maneuver; my imagining doesn't make it seem likely that she's still standing fully. for that matter, despite this particular setup of positions - the hug isn't particularly tight. there isn't even all that much pressure; enough for Patchy to feel it, and clearly, but Shooter's not pressing in.)]

It is your name. The one you chose.

I like it much better now.


[and then, maybe seconds later - there's another kiss, this one on your cheek.]

[heptagram]

[That's... that's not what she meant. But maybe it was informative in some form or fashion?

Either way, she starts blushing as Shooter hugs her and kisses her on the cheek.]

Noire, is there... something else you want from me?

[/2]

[darkshooter]

...I want us to know each other. I want to know you.

It can only happen in time, but I am willing to wait.


[and there she goes, stealing another cheek-kiss - two of them in succession.]

[darkshooter]

I believe my assessment of you was correct, Patchouli. You are an interesting person.

I would be richer for your involvement with me. It is something I must have.

...if this is agreeable to you?


[really tho she's had that name of yours for all of five or ten odd minutes or so; it's amazing how quickly her mind changed]

[heptagram]

[Although she wonders just what, exactly, what Shooter has said entails, she has decided on the following:
1. She's actually surprisingly nice for apparently being a little unemotional.
2. The creepiness seems to have worn off.
3. She's going to have to take some risks eventually.
4. Sure, her personal space is being invaded, but this... doesn't... seem so bad...]

I don't see why not, Noire.

[/3]

[darkshooter]

[Whoa, was that a breath she was holding in? It sure was; it sounds like relief. The rest of her seems to relax a little at the same time.]

That is good...

...hm. It is good, [she asserts again.] I didn't have the chance to...fully explore everything offered to me by friendship in the past. I hope to see more of it through you. To know what friendship is.

After all, if I could call you friend...

...

[but it seems she has a hard time finishing that?]