Like horny confessions, but for strangers

[moosejuice]

FILTHY FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Look at that guy over there. Real fast, tell me the first thing that comes to mind. Go!

Oh my God, wait, no, don't tell me. DON'T TELL ME.

ONE. Top level with your character and limits, prefs, comfort levels, etc.

TWO. Because other characters are going to comment (possibly forced) their nastiest, horniest, thirsty-ass, down-bad, FERAL first thoughts about them. Straight, no chaser. And definitely no filter, no sir. We're wild.

THREE. Can you feel the absolute chaos in the studio today?

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[unroguish]

[ TURNS AROUND AND WALKS AWAY



before he says something real, real stupid ]

[totallynotdmpc]

Ho! Edgin, my friend.

Where do you rush to?

[He will just climb over whatever he has to to follow you, Ed. You know this by now. He's like a persistence hunter.]

[unroguish]

Oh, I just remembered I left the fire on and I need to go away. Over there. And deal with it.

[ stop persistence hunting him, you super megahot babe i mean annoying asshole i mean two things can be true. ]

[totallynotdmpc]

If you have pressing matters too urgent to assist me then say so.

[Okay he does have to pause to shake his boot free of the pail he stepped in trying to follow Edgin in the straightest line possible. Oops.]

[unroguish]

The matters are soooo pressing, I—wait, you need my assistance?

[ he thought he was just bailing on another completely circular conversation, but— ]

What do you even need?

[ he stops and turns, arms crossing over his chest. ]

Look I know they don't have any but it's the first dumb joke I thought of.

[totallynotdmpc]

The people here are possessed by urges strange and unfathomable.

[He gestures out to the wider area.]

You understand the people's parlance far better than I. For what purpose would another wish to invoke a 'moterboat' on my person? Is it a curse?

the best part of playing pretend is going with it

[unroguish]

Strange and unfathom—

[ no, no, he stops. he listens seriously. very, very seriously. yeah, okay, he should have kept walking. he should have just walked away. ]

It's only a curse if the thought of someone putting their face between the war gongs you keep under that shirt and blowing is an unpleasant concept to you.

Now you've done it Ed

[totallynotdmpc]

What? No I have nothing hidden in my clothing.

[And he's going to prove it by stripping out of his overshirt right here, Edgin.]

There are no instruments to play.