Role-Playing Club [5:00PM FHT]

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of club for a few weeks. Today? We're going to be rping over AIM. It's pretty much the same as the real person last time, only you have to give the person you're playing with some narrative since they can't actually see you. The hat's right here, I uh, kinda went nuts with the sci fi shows, but there's plenty of others as well.

Oh, foods in the back and stuff. You can use your regular aim handle or create one just for your character for today."

[ooc: Same rules as last time. Sorry for the lateness.]

Comments

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

bitterwoman: *might be swaying on her stool a little by now* It's because of my heels, isn't it? *takes her pointy-toed heel and plants it between his legs, on the edge of his stool*

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: I do love a woman in stilettos. *He caresses the boot* And tall boots. *He works his hands a bit farther up*

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

bitterwoman: *glowers* Are you stroking my boot Capn Pete? "downs her drink* these were exp'sive boots.

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: *flashes winsome smile* I bet they are. Well polished. *sexy manpose* I could use a woman like you on my ship.

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

bitterwoman: *might notice sexy manpose* You'd have to offer me something pretty great, to get me on it. Then I'd have to be Capn, Capn. I don't do favors. I'm bitter.

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: *more sexy manpose* Bitter things are my favorite. And I can offer a lot. It's a big ship. Private quarters, stocked kitchen, me. *he admires her boots. and whip.*

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

bitterwoman: These are my boots. I don't ever want to see you wearing them. And I'm very bitter. Get the hell away from me. *leans forward*

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: How 'bout we turn that bitter into bittersweet? *He leans forward, hands still on her boot*

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Bitterwoman: Bittersweet could work. If it's the good kind but still leaves me bitter in the end, because that is a must. *eyes his hands on her boot* Like it do you?

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: I'll make it bitter, then sweet, and bitter again just for you. Like chocolate. *Moves his hands to her knee* I do. Do you?

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Bitterwoman: Sounds tempting, I must admit Peter Capn. *looked down at his hands* I do. I bought them you know and my taste in these sorts of things is excellent.

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: Should we adjourn to my Captain's Suite, then? *He moves his hands, one exploring the lower thigh, the other caressing her calf* I can see you have excellent taste. THe fit, the materials...you certainly know your stuff.

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Bitterwoman: *haughty glare* Of course I know my stuff. Show me the way Capn, and bring a bottle of scotch.

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: WIth pleasure, m'dear. *To barkeep* Barkeep! Two bottles of Scotch. Top shelf. *He extends his arm to her* SHall we?

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Bitterwoman: *takes his arm* hope I don't have to walk far. If I have to walk far I'm totally not going.

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: Nope. In fact, we'll be there in just a sec. Fred? Digitize us. To the Cap'n's Quarters! *there's a shimmer, and then they're both in Captain Taggert's private quarters. The hot tub automatically turns on and there's quiet music to match the quiet lighting.*

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Bitterwoman: *surprised* Do this with many bitterwomen, Capn Pete?

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: I haven't known there were other Bitterwomen. This is all for you. *He presses a button and a bar springs up out of the floor. He opens a bottle of scotch and pours them each a glass*

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Bitterwoman: All women are bitter; don't forget that Peter Capn. *accepts the glass* So, this is really nice. *looks around* wasn't expecting it to be so nice.

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: Oh, you're not bitter all the time. I could probably show you a few pointers here and there. Not permanently unbitter you, of course. Just temporary. Multiple times. Shall we adjourn to the Captain's Bed?

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Bitterwoman: *peers through lowered lashes* I will never not be bitter, Capn. But I will give you the opportunity to try and unbitter me. *downs scotch and tosses glass over shoulder* Lead the way.

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: With pleasure. Let's see how unbitter you can be at times. *He leads her to the bed. He'll clean up that whole broken glass thing in the morning or just have Kif do it. He lays down, hoping she'll join him.* And here we are.

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Bitterwoman: Here we are. *leans forward, resting her arm across her knee as she plants her heel on the edge of his bed.* You are going to have to do better than that, Capn. I am not so easily...persuaded.

Re: Role Play!

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

CapnTagg3rt: THen allow me to persuade you. *He rises and takes the partially swooning Bitterwoman into his arms before passionately kissing her*

Re: Role Play!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Bitterwoman: *does not object to this, but soon takes charge. Rolling them over, she plants a knee on either side of his hips and leaned up slightly* do your worst Capn.