Contest Fourteen - What did they put in that...?

[glamourie]

Contest Fourteen:
"What did they put in that...?"
The Slipped-You-Something Contest

We've been joking about it for awhile --- someone slipping loveweed into the stew, or maybe into someone else's drink. Everyone who frequents the cbox is aware of how funny this could turn out to be.

Well, indulge us.

Imagine one of your characters has been slipped loveweed. How, and why, is up to you. Who is responsible is also up to you. The main point is: They've been slipped loveweed and now they're in the main hall. What do they do, what do they feel?

Write us an RP-style post (as if you were opening a thread) based on this premise.

Remember: Loveweed inspires lusty feelings in the person who took it in.

The first prize will be a random eggbaby designed by le Sym. Second prize is 10 marks. Third prize is a cookie and acknowledgment of having gotten third prize. Winners will be decided by the members in a poll on July 15th. You have until then to get cookin'.

Do amuse us.

[Rei]

No Boundaries

D’nar sat in the dinning hall. He was leaning back in his chair lazily, his boots propped up on the table. The bronze rider ignored the foul looks the drudges where giving him. So what if he put his boots on the table? It wasn’t as if they where covered in dung or something. Reaching for his klah D'nar took a long swig. If it tasted off, he didn’t notice. Hero was absent from his shoulder. The bronze having flown further down the table to perch with Ellie and her fair. If the flitter noticed something was off, he was not immediately worried. Olanreth was deeply asleep, having gorged himself half a candlemark ago.

D’nar lazily scanned the hall and his eyes fell on R’wign. Faranth, R’wign had a nice ass. Why hadn’t he noticed it before? The way the healer flaunted himself it was puzzling to the weyrling as to why he just noticed it now. Letting his eyes run lazily over the brown rider’s body a sudden desire to approach him made itself known. Shaking his head the bronze weyrling fought off the sudden desire to jump the lad, attributing it to Hero. Ellie had begun to glow once more and the bronze was loathe to leave her side. That had to be where the desire was coming from. Taking another swig D’nar sighed and scanned the room again, this time a predatory gleam present in his eye.

As his eyes settled on K’lir his stomach tightened. K’lir. He had lied to D’nar but, Faranth the man was good looking. So good looking it was almost criminal. A fire blossomed in the lad’s lower half and he yearned to go run his fingers through the man’s hair. Hero gave a confused trill from down the table and rustled his wings nervously. His was acting strange he was. Did he intend to fly Calistoth’s? But Calistoth’s was a male, he was! The bronze flit tore his eyes away from his Ellie to warble to his bonded. The fire lizard’s noise caused D’nar to turn towards the creature, effectively saving K’lir from his attentions.

Draining his klah D’nar removed his boots from the table (Much to the relief of a few drudges) and stood stretching. Maybe he should get some of the stew everyone was raving about. But he was hardly hungry, at least not for soup. Hero gave another trill now quite positively completely confused. As D’nar turned to look at his bronze, his eyes snagged on someone else, and that was it...all his resistance was gone. Faranth’s fire! When did Ka’rys get so hot?

The desire by this point could not be ignored and the weyrling sauntered up to Ka’rys and tapped his shoulder. As the man turned the weyrling positively flung himself at the man capturing his lips in a claiming kiss and shoving him against the table. His. Tonight his bronze role model would be his. Maybe he could teach him a few things not directly related to dragon riding. Hero gave a thoroughly confused trill and nuzzled Ellie. Silly his was. Bronzes did not fly bronzes, but today it seemed they might. Then again Ciceroth was extremely shiny. Maybe the bronze was a gold? Giving another nuzzle to his gold Hero settled down to help feed her. If his wanted to fly Ophelie's far be it from him to dissuade him.

Who had actually slipped the loveweed into D’nar’s klah was debatable. However judging by the triumphant yet amused smirk on Saeo’s face as she witnessed the attempted molestation.... Raylin had a very good idea as to who was responsible.

[Lotty]

I'd Rather Be Wine Drunk

Sometimes cupid's arrow hits it's mark. Other times it misses, ricochets off the wall and hits some poor, unsuspecting schmuck right in the behind. This is one of those times.

Scoping out cheap liquor took a whole new meaning with K'sel, he was stealing half finished drinks in a last ditch effort to shine some light on his black clouded days and dark sophomoric musings. He usually had a pessimistic outlook on life - the glass is always half full - but tonight he was considering every watered down, remnant of someone's dinner wine to be as good as gold, his life blood, and he would savor every bit that he could get his greedy hands on until his habit brought him to his knees. He would serve the weyr at a crawl.

Busing tables was a chore unless you strove to make it otherwise, which the weyrling did with every glass he ferried about on his tray, making little stops in quiet corners to appraise his efforts and sniffing each for the tell tale sign of it's potency. If K'sel had his choice they would all burn his nose hairs off, but beggars can't be choosers and he was dumpster diving in the world of Pern. Gross. For as much alcohol he might have gotten out of the drinks, he probably digested twice as much spit and only Faranth knew what else. Any glass could have poison, any drink could be his last, but really what did that mean to someone with as little sense of self-preservation as K'sel? With his conscience fast asleep on a stone slab in the barracks and an itch under his skin for trouble he hardly worried about consequences.

He would second think such actions in the future though.

Nearly a full glass! He eyed that glass of Selenitas Rose Wine from across the hall, watching as the clingy couple rushed off from their dinner to who knows where....to who cares where as far as K'sel was concerned. He wobbled between tables already feeling a good buzz, but over compensating with politeness, "Excuse me, how are you? Good? Great. Wonderful." The nicety word vomit continued as he continued to act inconspicuous and pile on some other plates and trace himself back through the hall and into the kitchens where he dumped his plates into a sudsy mess of water to be dealt with later.

Oh baby, oh baby baby....he was in love and he hadn't even taken a drink yet. If there was a way to grope and make love to a glass of wine he would. He was even sweet talking to, breathily making promises, "I'm going to lick you up..." This was the forbidden fruit, this was going to be his downfall for reasons he couldn't even guess.

A shuffling in the background, clanking plates and that kitchen worker's voice scratching against his eardrums, "Where is that K'sel!?" Not a second later and the boy's head was thrown back, sucking down the drink. He had broken his promise, he unceremoniously downed the prize....but that was just life now isn't it? As the woman rounded the corner he folded his hands and the empty glass behind his back, and rocked on his heels as the portly authoritarian locked eyes in on him. She was yabbering something or other, the word dishes were somewhere in there, but he wasn't listening, he was licking his lips. Those stubby fingers, frazzled hair, too tight dress. He never noticed it before, but wowwee zoweee. His mouth quivered open, "Have I ever told you that your behind is /incredible/?" He said this in his usual deadpan manner, only realizing what he said after the words reverberated back to his ears. For one of the first times in his life he panicked. Am I drunk!?

"What!?" the furrowed brow, that throbbing vein. Never a good sign. A hand flew to his stomach, he was reeling and he was more than willing to blame it on booze, "I'm sick," he was sure he was going to throw up, but the only thing that steered his thoughts away from the dread of a hangover was the rush of blood to the face. As over used and worn out as the description was, he really felt on fire. "A fever, I - I " better go? Of course he couldn't muster out those words, he was drugged, he had no choice but to parrot every line that the loveweed said, "I need you to come over here...help me cool off..." he felt his hand motion up from his belly to idly play with the loose collar of his shirt. And she came at him alright, with all the anger of a raging bull, and after a moment he realized that she did not share the same urge to merge.

K'sel dodged the woman's grasp, stumbled over his own feet, but pressed on into the dining hall proper - the heart of it all. His eyes poured over it all, only vaguely aware that there was a very irate kitchen worker hot on his trail. In the midst of cold sweats and acidic stomach churning he was checking out what the fairer members of the weyr had to offer. And to think he was interested in whats-her-name moments ago. He had half a mind to pounce the Weyrwoman and shards...the Weyrleader too. He was an equal opportunity love fiend at the moment.

"Are you drunk?" another woman gasped, a bit perturbed by the sight of a weyrlingrider swerving about and reeking of alcohol. Cocking an eyebrow he took the girl in. Upgrade! She was at least his own age range, and pretty to boot, even if she looked the no-nonsense type. The incredulous look on her face and hand firmly placed on her hip would normally be a red flag, but with the drug deep in his system, even her accusations came out as the alluring tones of a temptress, "On love...." he replied as the former woman caught up with him and locked her hands around his arm, twisting around the exposed skin. He fought back all the while yelling and pulling away, "BUT I WANT I WANT I WANT!" He sounded something like a deranged salamandyr; one arm reaching out towards the younger weyr resident who repeatedly pommelled him and yelled, "DIRTY DIRTY BOY!"

To think all he wanted was a few drinks.

[archenstone]

Food Play

It was a nice evening to be in the kitchen. Everyone was hurrying around and starting to prepare food. Kalina happened to be in the kitchen when the cook fell ill. After purging himself of the offending contents of his stomach Kalina heard,

"There is no way I'll be able to stay here and cook..."

So, willing to play in the kitchen as usual, Kalina volunteered to cook the main dish. It didn't take long for the cook to vacate, leaving her to season wherry meat. As she opened the seasoning cub board she was dismayed by a startling discovery. No one had marked the seasonings! She took a few down and sniffed cautiously. Finding seasonings she was familiar with she began to season the meat.

It didn't take long for her to start wondering what else was there though. What if she found an awesome seasoning to spice things up? Eager to explore she went through the entire stock, sniffing one and setting it back only to sniff another, until she came across a pouch tucked in the back corner. Upon sniffing it she decided she liked it and to use it in the food.

Dinner in the Weyr turned out delicious. The wherry meat was fantastic and the red fruit cobbler for dessert was worth dying for. Everyone seemed to eat well and many shared the meat with their pets. But god....would they all regret it later.

As Kalina sat back with a full belly she felt a warmth spread through her. She looked around, wondering if anyone else liked dinner as much as she. Seeing the empty plates she smiled. People where starting to get up a move around now. There were a few couples kissing and snuggling on each other as they headed away from the main hall. As Kalina watched them the urge to do the same came to her, strongly. Other people seem to have the same idea as they broke off into couples and in some cases....groups of three...and disappear.

That wasn't fair! All the cute guys were being taken! As she stood up she had to pause to steady herself. She felt a hand slide around her waist. "It's obvious, you know." The masculine voice said. "I can't ever seem to get you away from me...." The arm tightened, drawing her into the firm chest of a man shorter than her. "M'ta...what are you-"
Her question was cut off as she suddenly found her lips pressed against his. This is what she wanted....wasn't it? Her body yielded momentarily as her mind reeled in confusion. The fire than ran through her was unexpected and she tried to pull away, breathing heavier. This isn't right... Her mind tried to rationalize what was happening but couldn't focus with the strong dose of love weed running through her.

Unable to resist the instincts of her own body she let go. Pulling him closer and down.

[serenitychick]

The main hall this evening had a laid back, almost quietly festive attitude about it; something that Sasheen noticed as soon as she walked in the door. While the glow baskets had been dimmed so that they emitted only a small fraction of light, the fires had been stoked not too long ago and the result was a intimate feeling to the room and shadowy corners that she could see a few couples had already found for themselves. There were several bottles of wine on a table and after receiving permission, accepted an empty glass and served herself some of the liquid. Perhaps she should have gotten her own cup or at least noticed the sneakiness of the smile the man who handed her the cup had on his face. But as it was, she did not. She found a place to sit and was very pleased when a few of the inhabits of the room decided to bring out some instruments and begin to play some music.

She wasn’t even half done with the glass of wine before she realized she could already feel the warmth rising in her cheeks. Her body was subconsciously moving to the beat of the music and without really thinking about it she’d gone and gotten herself more wine. Instead of retaking her seat, Sasheen began slowly moving her hips as she stood in place, drinking wine and watching the people around her.

While normally watching kissing couples wasn’t something that gained special notice from the brunette, this time as she spied a closely intertwined couple she had the greatest longing to be doing that herself. Sucking her lower lip in between her teeth she gazed at them for a few moments over her half filled cup before the music caught the most of her attention again. Finishing off the glass and immediately reaching to refill again, there was a voice at the back of her head that told her something was off; this was not her normal behavior and it was likely the wine’s fault. She distinctly thought the words ‘love weed’ before her eyes landed on a very cute dragonrider and she no longer cared. If she’d been capable of logical thought maybe she would have reasoned that it was too late and she might as well enjoy it but to be truthful, Sasheen was the type to enjoy a bit of outside influence on occasion… Though she didn’t know it yet.

The dragonrider in question was standing off to one side of the room with some of his friends, between a chair and a supporting pole. To the beat of the music Sasheen sauntered over to him, he stood over her by several inches but she didn’t care. His blonde spiky hair and blue eyes set her off something fierce and she was no longer in control of herself. Something else had taken over and shards, she was just going to enjoy it.

Before she reached him she downed the last of the contents in her glass and handed it to one of his friends; “Be a doll and refill this for me.” She said, not bothering to slow down enough to make sure he was going to follow the demand. Instead she walked up to the blonde man and began dancing in front of him, turning so that she was standing before him and gyrating her hips. He began to move with her and the two began a sensual dance, concentrating only on the music and each other. She turned in his arms and kissed him, standing on her tiptoes and running her fingers through his hair. He clutched her behind and she nearly lost her mind; what was left of it anyway.

Sasheen felt as if her body were completely numb and almost painfully over sensitized at the same time. She was aware of what was going on around her but her normal thought processes had created a shortcut; going straight from idea to action and nothing in between. She ran one finger down his broad muscular chest and then pushed him into the chair behind him; forcing him to sit. She began to dance before him dipping low so that she nearly sat in his lap and then back up again, licking her upper lip and grinning at his groans of disappointment when she moved away again.

An idea popped into her head and she moved her way over to the support pole grabbing it with one hand and, using the strength of her legs and arms, swing herself up so that she was upside down and her legs were wrapped around the pole. It was amazingly like climbing a tree and her natural instincts took over. Flipping and twisting, Sasheen began to alternate between dancing, grinding on the pole and twirling around it in the air. Every time she glanced over at him he was staring at her, encouraging her on and she was loving every moment of it.

She was nearly out of breath when she stepped away and he immediately stood up, grabbing the wine from his friend and handing it to her. She quickly guzzled it down and he lifted her in his arms, kissing her deeply as she wrapped her legs around him. Taking her off to a dark corner of the room, the last thing that hit the light was the empty cup, followed by her shirt. After that the dying embers of the unattended fire could no longer reach into that secluded space and the only clue the two were still there were very pleased sounds.