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Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

Posting is open. I've included a simple header to help everyone keep track of things but kept it very minimal. Hmm, lake and ocean. I'll think about it! It kind of feels like asking for sprinkles on top of ice cream.
Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

AnnaBeth said Posting is open. Click to expand...
Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

Oh that is too perfect!
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Someone got the privilege of posting first! Hope you people like it. Left the name and general looks of the bar to Megyn since it's not my idea, just borrowing it.
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You can be my first any time. Lovely post! I love the story within a story. Poor Irina.
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Indeed! I was already like Nooooo YOU CAN'T DIE LIKE THAT and then read that line again and again, like a good emotional book. Well... if it is't a start...
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Awesome first post Sigr and I'm already interested in finding out more about YC. Ok...need to get my character done and submitted for approval so I can join in on the fun! Sharub...what do you think of sharing an apartment? MC is still studying and probably not making enough to afford her own place. She's more of the studying kind of nerd than the gaming kind and that might give opening for a bunch of interesting situations? If not..all good, I can have her arriving at the rental office looking for a roommate or something.
Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

What is the approval process , I put my char in the char thread should it go somewhere else first?
Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

Whisper Well... that would be amazing! I mean... afterall is a Top-tier area that has just been upgraded and became a new center of life for the whole city... even with government's nose in it, rents would surely and certainly be rather high. But with a mate to share the burden with you... But i can already see nice interactions, book-nerdyness vs newGen nerdyness, maybe they will find some common ground? Or just sharing an apartment and barely aknowledge the other occupant for the rest of the day? Uhm... i'd rather be the one moving. Fits the character better. If is not a problem. Unles, we feck the office up Both at the office, we chat and decide to share an apartment on our own. A reckless action. Sure. Nobody knows the other, but it's Gramercy Plaza we're talking of... Or we can have a lil' chat via PM, so that our plans are a surprise to the other fellow players
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megyn said What is the approval process , I put my char in the char thread should it go somewhere else first? Click to expand... You're good, megyn. What an intriguing character concept! I was confused at first but as I read it and got the idea I sat back and clapped. It's very clever!
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AnnaBeth said megyn said What is the approval process , I put my char in the char thread should it go somewhere else first? Click to expand... You're good, megyn. What an intriguing character concept! I was confused at first but as I read it and got the idea I sat back and clapped. It's very clever! Click to expand... One thing that Ishe are going to need to decide is where she lives as Cassie, does she get a roomie , rent a whole new apartment , sneak up to her place and try not to get caught by anyone. And does she confide in anyone... maybe she does confide in someone so they help cover for her.. and in exchange she pays their rent . idk yet . She has a very complicated life haha
Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

Sharub said Whisper Well... that would be amazing! I mean... afterall is a Top-tier area that has just been upgraded and became a new center of life for the whole city... even with government's nose in it, rents would surely and certainly be rather high. But with a mate to share the burden with you... But i can already see nice interactions, book-nerdyness vs newGen nerdyness, maybe they will find some common ground? Or just sharing an apartment and barely aknowledge the other occupant for the rest of the day? Uhm... i'd rather be the one moving. Fits the character better. If is not a problem. Unles, we feck the office up Both at the office, we chat and decide to share an apartment on our own. A reckless action. Sure. Nobody knows the other, but it's Gramercy Plaza we're talking of... Or we can have a lil' chat via PM, so that our plans are a surprise to the other fellow players Click to expand... All great ideas...I'm good with having moved in maybe last month and I've put up a few ads about needing a flatmate Or we can go secret and take this into pm's to surprise everyone. Be a good idea anyway once we move in together hahaha...starts writing a roommate agreement Sheldon Style
Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

The cast is shaping to be phenomenal!
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Sigr said The cast is shaping to be phenomenal! Click to expand... Can YC use some table service? I figure MC waitresses both days and nights at times
Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

Feel free to interact with him, he's had breakfast and should be around the second cup of coffee, groaning and sighing on his writing pauses. If your character approaches to take a peek, he'll probably alttab into some boring looking excel sheet.
Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

Welcome to the game, Letrixia and Benny and Whisp and Sigr and megyn and Sharub.
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Hello all! I posted. Long post, but only to set up the storefront and all.
Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

Who is going to be the first to scream for ice cream?
Thread: Gramercy Plaza (OOC)

Sounds like someone is going to get murdered in the shop now lol. You know my other store name idea was Ice Screams
Thread: Couple of Plots ( MxF)

Bumping this one with the addition of cuckolding hubby with BBC or a big cock
Thread: Alize disappointment Journal

Hello everyone, I am not new to this forum. I have been here on the forum from sometime now.I have active post on the forum.I am finding it very much impossible to find a continuous Role-player for BDSM plot.I am so very upset that even if there are 1000's of users here I haven't found one who could do a continuous RP to my liking.When I discuss the plot with a user,everything seems to go so well.But the next day either the person vanishes or the member drops the RP. I have due to some issue unknowingly dropped some RP due to continuity issues. Right now I am doing 2 RP,but the PM per RP is just one per day. I have been wanting to do at least one plot continuous RP which is pretty fun to do.Hope some good writer sees this and PM's me. I love to do first person RP and my timezone is very different.So please see these before you PM me. English is my second language. Please check my active thread and profile to get a good idea abut my plots. I only RP submissive.I can do opposite lesbo and Male only.I RP as female only. That is all I have to say. Thank you all for your time
Thread: Player LF GM for Space Opera or Fantasy

Hello there! I'm Ivacet. I would enjoy 'A Conquest Story', but 'A Rogue Adventurer' is a great option as well. If you're interested, let me know. -Ivy
Thread: A skilled writer who can write anything you crave. (Females Only)

RE Wolf in Need of a Muse. Updated with roles. Bumping with new roles and images of art work for roles. Will likely make further changes, but it is getting late. Thank you for those who take the time to read, even if we don't mesh, and feel free to send me a message regardless. I enjoy the conversation.
Thread: A skilled writer who can write anything you crave. (Females Only)

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Thread: My Best Friend, My Owner [Searching4shadows / Jarrod]

Taking a shaky breath, Jenna Sanders looked out on the cityscape from her hotel room window. The rain gently falling onto the street below matched the tears that now easily fell from her eyes. How had things become so messed up? Jenna was a good girl from a good family. They weren't exactly wealthy, but she always had a roof over her head, and there was always food on the table. Because of her good grades she was able to get a scholarship to a decent high school as a teenager, but with the declining need of universities due to the new laws, scholarships were only awarded to the truly gifted one percent. Making the best of the situation, she looked for employment. Working her way up from a cleaning job to a real estate agent over the years, she thought she was finally in a good place financially. That was until her boss took a shining to her, and she didn't reciprocate. Firing her in a blink of an eye, Jenna knew she had three months to find another job, or she'd be subjected to the new slavery laws. Being a single woman with no full time income, this meant she would be taken away to a government labour-intensive facility, never to see her friends or family again. Using all her connections and resources, she'd come up short. Her ex boss had besmirched her reputation, using all of his connections to make sure she couldn't get a job anywhere. As the weeks went by her hope dwindled away to almost nothing. Embarrassed that she'd allowed this to happen, she withdrew from her friends and family, using her remaining funds to stay in a hotel room downtown. Now, on her last night of freedom, she knew that all hope was lost. Moving to the couch from the window, she reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table and wiped her swollen eyes before stopping dead in her tracks. Hearing heavy footsteps on the landing, her breath caught in her throat, and a horrible thought invaded her thinking. Is it them? Are they here to take me away already?
Thread: My Best Friend, My Owner [Searching4shadows / Jarrod]

Hearing the knock on the door, she nearly jumped out of her skin. To Jenna there was only option as to who was behind the door. It was them. They were here to collect her early. Her life was over, starting now. Resigned to her fate, she slowly moved toward the door. Normally one for appearances, she would have normally made an effort to wipe her eyes or change out of the comfortable clothes she wore. But that night, she didn't care, opening the door in her faded jeans, white tshirt and long knee length woollen cardigan. When she had opened the door she found herself looking up into a familiar face. As he spoke, memories of high school came flooding back, and she only half heard his introduction and his commands to move. She was just grateful to see someone, anyone, and relief broke upon her face. Oh my god-Nick! she whispered before wrapping her arms around his neck in embrace, current circumstances be damned. She immediately noticed he'd gotten taller, but at 5'10 she was still able to hug him easily. What she didn't notice straight away was his cold indifference in seeing her. Not hugging her back the way he normally would, she stepped back, slightly embarrassed, and utterly confused. As his words sunk in, she looked him over, a worried look returning to her tired blue eyes. What do you mean? How did you kn-.... Frustrated, Jenna moved from the door into the centre of the hotel room, and away from Nick. Who told you? she asked wearily, running a hand through her long brown hair. How did you know I was even here? And-ah-what do you mean, I'm coming with you? Where are we going? You know I can't hide from them, it'll make things worse! Her words and sentences seemed to run together as she paced the small room, not really directing them at Nick but asking in general. It was clear she was scared, anxious, and had given up on any way out.
Thread: My Best Friend, My Owner [Searching4shadows / Jarrod]

It hurt Nicholas to see an old friend is such a sorry state. Jenna is disheveled and unkempt, her spirits broken, a far cry from the young woman from his memories. He took a deep breath and hardened his resolve. No, it was Nick who felt sorry for her Nicholas has long blocked out any sentimental feelings from his blackened heart. He shot Jenna with his poker face while she anxiously peppered him with questions, his dark eyes bored into and measured her. After she is finished he would let silence hang between them. When words finally came out of his mouth, they were not addressed to her, He had whisked his phone from his pocket and dialed. Sean. I need you to come up. Room 413. May need your help with this one. Click. He paced the tiny hotel room, looking over the fraying wallpaper, stained carpet, and her belongings scattered about. Without asking for permission he opened the wardrobe and flipped through her clothes, then rifled through her bag or suitcase... anything to give him a better idea of the woman he is dealing with. He kept up the chilly silence and his stone-cold demeanor for a good 30 seconds, before he returned to her in his deep silken voice. Your questions will be answered in time. But as I said, we are in a hurry. The short version is this. I have in my possession what you call a Level Three license. It enables me to own slaves, plucked from the Unemployed, the Free Loaders... or whatever the papers are calling you these days. Yes, Jenna, slavery, in the most traditional sense of the word. But what matters most to you is this private-owned slaves are exempt from federal labor camps. Now as of this minute, Nicholas glanced at his Patel Philippe, you are still a free woman. So I am required, by law, to give you full disclosure. Listen, this is the important part. Working under my roof won't be easy. At first you may find my... household rules difficult to stomach. And of course you will not be protected under any labor laws. But I promise you one thing. You will face a hell lot worse in those camps. Good looking white girl like you. Nicholas had found what he wanted. An empty tote bag that women take to yoga or afternoon shopping trips. He threw it onto the single bed. If you accept, pack your things in that. The rest you're leaving behind. Don't worry, clothes and basic toilettries will be provided for. And freshen yourself up. This may not be the Ritz Carlton, but I will not be seen in the presence of... He gestured at her, ... this. Now move. You have 5 minutes. Forgive me, Jenna. For this is who I have become.
Thread: My Best Friend, My Owner [Searching4shadows / Jarrod]

Confusion and agitation replaced Jenna's fear as she watched Nick cast a critical eye over the room, obviously not happy with what he saw. Ignoring her questions, he moved to her bed and started rummaging through her things. Hey! What do you think you're doing? she protested before he started his explanation. As he spoke she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her head was spinning with what he was telling her. With the bag landing on the bed beside her, she knew she had no choice. As much as this was happening very quickly, she was no fool. She'd heard the horror stories about the labour camps, and it had haunted her nightmares for months. She knew that however horrible a house based slavery contract was, it would be nowhere near as bad. But having said all of that, she also wasn't at all sure about this man who used to resemble her friend Nick. This...monster, who easily demeaned her distraught state as though she had any choice in the matter, made her question whether she could trust him to look after her? Not once had he asked her for her consideration in the matter, simply ordering her obedience like he was ordering off a menu. Was this a taste of things to come? Never one for swearing, she glared up at him, sore from his comment about her appearance, snatching the bag from the bed. Having made her decision, even though it wasn't much of a decision to be made, she unzipped the bag. It didn't take her very long to pack the essentials, so she left the bag on the bed and went to take a shower, her last chance for privacy she was sure. Leaning against the shower with a moment to herself, her emotions overtook her. Thankfully the sound of running water covered much of it up, and she was quickly done and somehow feeling better. Dressing in a flowy top and jeans, she took her time applying her makeup, trying to mask her puffy eyes. Taking another shaky breath she took one last look in the mirror, before emerging from the bathroom. Moving to the bed she picked up the bag. She knew she should be happy, after all this was a chance at a better life. But she'd never looked so depressed in her life. I'm ready, she informed Nick quietly as she approached him, her eyes downcast, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
Thread: My Best Friend, My Owner [Searching4shadows / Jarrod]

Back talk. Sat down without permission. That mini-tantrum with the glare and snatch of the bag and stomping off. Nicholas ticked off her transgressions even while he spoke. The beast within him growled in anger. He reined it back. Not here, not yet. Your slaves have spoiled you, and Jenna doesn't know her place yet. The time for breaking her in will come. But as he watched her fill the bag and then close the bathroom door behind her, his clouded look took an unmistakable meanness. I came all the way into town in the middle of the night just for you, not even a thank you? The sounds of shower blended with the sounds of rainfall. The view from the room was downright dreary. No wonder Jenna's depressed. Although it did get him thinking again. Her file said she was fired from her real estate job three month ago to the day. Nicholas wondered about the story behind that. Sure, the robots are taking over which had caused the massive unemployment, which had in turn caused all those nasty protests and that incident in Houston, which of course gave birth to the law. But people still liked being shown a new house by a pretty girl in high heels, right? No robots could replace that special something. His watch told him five minutes had elapsed. Shower's still going. Get in there and drag her out, demanded the creature. You explicitly told her to finish in 5. Willful disobedience. Gotta put your foot down right from the beginning that will teach her a lesson. Give slaves an inch, they'll take a mile. Nicholas took a deep breath and quieted it. He will indulge Jenna tonight. If not for old times' sake, then for consideration of what she had been through for the last few months. Let her have a quiet moment before her servitude begins. So Nicholas eased his mind, leaned against the wall, and waited. She actually put on make-up for him. Nicholas made sure his face didn't show any appreciation, but that's worth a star next to her name. Shows initiation to please her master. Nicholas could always tell if girls made an effort. And she looked better. Miles better. Jenna would find that her packed bag in the hands of a mountain of a black man in a fitted charcoal suit. Ex-military, former bouncer, and presently chauffeurbodyguard. Jenna, say hello to Mr. Roloson. Oh, while you are at it, be a good girl and thank him for driving all the way to get you. quipped Nicholas, before turning towards the hallway to leave. Ten minutes later the Audi, with a purr of its engine, left the curb. For the entire 30-minute trip, Nicholas would keep to his side of the backseat, not once would he initiate conversation. If Jenna did, he would give the bare minimum of answers, making sure they could not lead to any follow-up. Otherwise, the only sound within the car would be that of the engine, and the fall of raindrops on the roof. And Jenna may have noticed neither man opened the car door for her.
Thread: My Best Friend, My Owner [Searching4shadows / Jarrod]

Jenna was reluctant to give up the bag, considering it contained the remnants of her prized possessions. But as the big burly man reached for it she allowed him to take it, not wanting to make a fuss. She just prayed she'd see it again. Thank you, she quietly responded half heartedly. Wrapping her arms around her protectively she followed the two men out to the car. Not used to airs and graces, she was comfortable opening her own door, particularly because she was also used to driving herself around. That was one thing she'd never quite understood, the need to hire someone to be driven around. She enjoyed the independence having a car and a license gave. She made a mental note to tease Nick about it later when they were in a better space...that is, if there was going to be a better space. Familiar streets quickly faded away as the driver, whose name Jenna had already forgotten, expertly weaved his way through the back roads of an area she was unfamiliar with. The Estates. She had so many questions for Nick How long had he been out here? What was he doing for work now? How did he come to be in possession of a Level Three? Was he...happy? But she'd lost all energy to initiate conversation, let alone maintain one. She felt weak, and listless. Her body urged her to catch up on the sleep she'd deprived herself of that week. But her fear kept her alert and in a mild panic-like state. She was just hoping they'd arrive at wherever they were going soon.