Vibrissa says, "I believe he mentioned that his spider friend helped him realize that his problem was mostly just mental. Oh, speak of the devil..."
iTiger murmers softly, "All kinds of people can benefit from the Tiger software, please allow me to demonstrate."
William explains "I heard he was unwell, and I'm worried. What if it's Strangeviru..." The young man looks at Vibrissa cautiously "I am soft enough. I am worn enough, for that matter!"
Frostbyte meanders out of charm, with confetti in his quills. "Good evening, William." He looks up to Lysette. "No, I'm fine, thanks. William, did you ever schedule the entertainment for the cult brunch this sunday?"
Vibrissa giggles at William, and says, "I mean it's information, like in a book. Not something for a person."
Lysette picks at Frostbyte's quills here and there, "Thought so." she grins, wagging."
Frostbyte grins to Lysette. This time his quills stay in.
Lysette never did get to take a quill!
William brightens and takes out a small notepad "Yes, Lord God!" The young man begins flipping through pages of precise notes "The group are Scheduled to meet in CharmBottom Park in the Rotating Auditorium!" He stares at Frostbyte with worshipful awe. And glances briefly at iTiger and Vibrissa.
Jennet rasps, "The charming silver paste?"
Vibrissa looks back and forth between Frost and William, then asks, "You're a god, are you, hedgehog?"
Frostbyte coughs briefly. "Well, that's what it says on my business card."
Lysette adds, "Oh, I was there, I saw Frosty become a God, actually. At least the Charm one.. and they've merged, yes?"
Jennet buzzes softly, quieting down so she can watch the group and take notes.
Frostbyte looks to Lysette with something resembling regal expectation, waiting for her to elaborate.
William says adoringly "He is my God."
Vibrissa smiles, and says, "Ah, I see... Of course, business cards can be sometimes decieving. After all, mine name me high priestess of the church of Glod."
Frostbyte grins and rubs William behind the ears lovingly. "And I do my best to live up to the title." He kisses the lovely boy full on the lips. "Well, congratulations, Vibrissa."
Lysette draws her hands together, grinning lopsidedly. "A God via Hydra, Beta if I recall correctly. She was offering deity-hood to the first who asked for it. Charm-Frosty jumped at the chance, because, hey, enthusiasm is a pretty happy thing, and he was all about that."
Vibrissa grins, and says, "I see, I see... I wonder if I should get myself named a deity, until the end of my turn..."
William ducks his head, shamelessly throwing his arms around Frostbyte. Because every God requires their own Secretary for organising Cult meetings. Then he says "Vibrissa? Hello, I am William. And he is a wonderful God, I highly recommend him." William ponders "CharmFrost is...too bright to look at."
Jennet beeps softly, "I would rather be a Piece than be the Player."
Vibrissa smiles, and bows towards William, saying, "A pleasure to meet you, dear lad. I suppose I should have introduced myself sooner."
Lysette chuffs, "Oh, maybe all you need are people to worship you. But anyhow." she giggles.
Frostbyte nibbles William firmly along his ears. "My cult is a bit of an employment agency for Outboxers looking for a place to fit in. Besides just providing a comfortable, sexual environment," he purrs, sliding his hand in to William's pants and caressing his tail, "I make sure everyone has something purposeful to do with their day when I'm not being divine."
Vibrissa nods at Frost, and says, "It sounds as though you're the benevolent sort of deity, then. That, or the malevolent kind who goes out of his way to seem benevolent, until all of his followers are suddenly sacrificed in a huge orgy intended to gain him mastery over the whole of the Puzzlebox."
You say, "I tried that already, it really didn't work."
You say, "William, you've got the minutes from that meeting, right?"
Jennet's eyes whir and focus, changing filters and swapping planes of reality.
William pauses "Er...which orgy? I don't have one scheduled..." He begins flipping through the notes "Yes, yes, er, let's see...we started out with that group of Bonobians, but they got distra-" He eeps at the hand. And wriggles.
Vibrissa snickers, and says, "No, it's rather hard to rule the Puzzlebox with your followers all dead. Though if you get all the outsiders together, you might have a run at it, if you really want it. You know the Bubbledolls and Toys would be behind you."
Frostbyte slides his tongue in to William's ear, squeezing William's ass nice and hard. "Maybe later, I don't think there's much point in it at the moment..." You say, "Well, I run the Toys, so not much surprise there..."
Jennet follows Vibrissa's words, "R..Really?"
William breathes harder, eyes widening "Wh..." He tries to concentrate, then slips an arm around his God's hips, leaning on him "No point at all," William agrees "Besides, there would only be those same arguments there are at every Cult meeting until things get nice and resolved. Who's doing what to whom, who gets the honey-"
Vibrissa nods at Jennet. "Sure. Bubbledolls and Toys will, in generally, get behind any amusing movement. That's why there used to be so many of them working in my bar. It was a popular fad, for a while, to work there."
iTiger murmers softly, "Low battery, please connect to a power source immediately or your work will be lost."
Frostbyte bites down gently on William's ears and massages up his tail lasvisciously, knowing the both of them need love. "Who do we have lined up to perform at the Rotating Auditorium?"
iTiger touches the gold transit mirror and vanishes.
Jennet rasps, "So odd. I've been designated Bubble Doll, yet I have felt disconnected from them. I often wander the museum and linger near the extreme directions. Terrible heat. Restricting cold. Endless treasures to experience and record."
Vibrissa nods at Jennet, and says, "That doesn't sound much like a 'Doll. I can think of other factions it would be a lot more consistent with. In fact, about the only thing even vaguely like a Bubbledoll I've witnessed about you is your appearance."
William's tail does seem to be somewhat independant, flicking up and wrapping around Frostbyte's thigh. The creature throws his arms around the god, which means that papers scatter everywhere "No one yet, I heard that it would be impromptu from some group that just appears..." He begins kissing the hedgehog's throat worshipfully before he says "We could ask those here!"
Jennet's expression hasn't changed a single iota: Blank. Eyes cool, lips held straight, brow at nuetral. Her ears only twitch to receive sounds that might be missed.
Jennet states simply, "I cannot argue my current designation."
Frostbyte knows that the papers will be recovered later, if necessary, and tilts his head back quite helpfully. "That's a thought... Do any of you have any interest in performing for the benefit of feckless but educable Outboxers at a cult meeting this sunday?"
Vibrissa giggles. "Can you argue *anything* that isn't directly observably wrong?" Shi then glances over at Frost, and asks, "What sort of performance are you looking for?"
Jennet rasps, "Yes. However, this designation carries many protocols with it that I was conceived with. It being a birthprogram, it is difficult to convince change in."
Jennet replies to Frostbyte's proposal, "Not enough information presented to complete deliberation."
You say, "Oh, nothing specific. Something that will help the aforementioned outboxers get an example of Puzzlebox culture."
William nuzzles and bites Frostbyte's throat happily, arms entwined about him as his tail writhes. He says "It is all very educational! I am a Secretary!" He nods "It's...it's all good work."
Jennet buzzes, "I would serve better as an audience member."
You say, "Speaking of which, did you finish your homework?"
Vibrissa nods at Jennet, and says, "It still seems, though, like you're not following some of those protocols. Though, I admit, that could just be my past experience with 'dolls causing a misconception." Shi then grins at Frost, and says, "Well, then... I may well be able to arrange to give a demonstration."
Jennet rasps, "Other dolls find me strange. I do not know why. Even my series designation seems different than what you call normal."
William pauses, and obviously deliberates, trying to work out what response to give, before he says "Some. But then I heard you were ill and went looking for you, Lord God, so I didn't finish it all." He glances at Jennet "Maybe because you look male?"
Frostbyte patpats William gently. "We'll work on it shortly, but you know the rule - no queddling until your homework is done." Queddling? What is that, some sort of obscure sex act?
Jennet rasps, "I compared it to pre-existing serials and studied their structural designs... I am lead to believe that I am vastly different from. A ... *it makes a grinding noise* different kind of doll. Possibly new. Possibly ancient."
Jennet buzzes, "I've not been assigned gender."
William really can get a pout going when he tries, under his mop of blue-slate hair. The nearly human creature sighs "Participles." He mutters under his breath, and goes and begins collecting his papers, before he says to Jennet "I believe there's quite a few, but I've only been three or so." Neatening them, William comes back to stand loyally near Frostbyte.
You say, "Let's go finish your composition paper, then, shall we?"
Frostbyte grabs William's tail firmly by the base. "If you're lucky, we'll try for four, alright?" He pecks William gently on the cheek. William nods to Frostbyte and takes his hand, oddly innocently, completely trusting "Yes, Lord Frostbyte, God of A Million Very Large Guns In One Body." At 'four' William colours, slate and magenta blush, and goes quiet, grinning.
Vibrissa arches an eyebrow, but shrugs, leaning up against an empty bit of wall.
Cult of a Million Very Large Guns In One Body Guns Compound William has arrived.
Frostbyte enters, with William walking along next to him.
William is by this point quite comfortable in the Compound, having made himself at home. His tail flicks as he enters, and he automatically accesses the datasphere quietly by saying "Hello, Compound."
"Good evening, William," says the Datasphere in it's mellifluous, seductive tones. Without a word it brings up your composition paper.
William sighs, and takes seat on a monolithic piece of stone, covered by a velvet throw patterned with alchemical formulae. He instantiates himself a small blackboard and begins to write with a silver pen, examining the paper, attempting to concentrate. His tail continues to twitch though, distracted.
Frostbyte opens the door to his private quarters, signals the datasphere to bend time so that he comes back out when William finishes his next draft, and then promptly turns around and checks to see what you've whipped up.
William looks startled, as from his point of view several hours have passed, and Frostbyte has just appeared "Er...Lord?" He holds up the black board with its silver ink and small, precise letters on the design of alternating current resistors. A tentative smile follows.
Frostbyte smiles, looking it over. "This is excellent work," he says sincerely. "What's this bit here... Oh, I see! You produce a oom-pa-oom-pa-pa current with that arrangement. Very clever... I think it deserves a reward," he purrs, putting the blackboard down.
William leans forward at the praise, presenting his face and his horns for hoped for attention "Thankyou!" He says, eyes lighting up "It does? Please, Lord Frostbyte? I have found living in the Compound _very_ rewarding." He licks his lips.
Frostbyte leans in and kisses you firmly, his tongue slipping between your lips sweetly as his fingertips reach up and caress over your smooth skin and smoother horns. "That's good," he whispers long minutes later when the kiss is broken. "You earn rewards."
William responds to the kiss as a lover would, since awe is much the same on both sides of the diety and adoration equation. He reaches out in turn to stroke hands down your spine, eyes maroon and darkening further as he leaves his hands on your hips.
Frostbyte licks his lips, then yours, then grabs your clothes and starts to tear them to shreds - a trick made easy by carefully placed incisions in the cloth. You're pressed back on the black marble, velvet-clad 'bed' and pinned there by his tongue, quickly stripped bare.
William breathes faster, looking up eagerly, eyes widening. He does manage to master himself not to beg, since that would be unseemly, and he is still Topwarpian in many ways. He reaches out, however, for your loincloth even as he licks against your muzzle, tongue sliding in quickly, hot.
Frostbyte's loincloth snaps off easily, and with a gesture he calls to his hand his magical devices, the makeup he favors using upon you, the fine silks and ribbons and rubber.
William reaches down between your legs, expression avid as he licks his lips "What today, Lord?" he asks, the idea of unexperienced knowledge making him easily hungry.
Frostbyte rubs his chin majestically, his cock a regal 20cm today, and 5cm in breadth. Appropriate for this occasion, at least. "Today... Today we shall experiment with a mollusked form," he purrs, bringing forth body paint the same maroon of your eyes.
Frostbyte's cock is smooth, lunging, and clean. Beautiful.
William manages to look quite startled at that, but lifts fingers and dares to stroke down, exploring and shivering, before he says "Yes, Lord." And begins to open his mouth, before he cannot help but blurt "Do you want an oyster?" He tilts his head "There were...oh." Well, it has been a while, he's distracted by what his hand is doing.
Frostbyte looks at you blandly. "An oyster. Goodness, no... Octopi are infinitely more appealing, not being grotesque meatlumps, but instead... Graceful, colorful, sensual, intelligent, witty... Much like yourself, only more slithery," he murmurs, spraying the maroon paint over your body with great casualness. The skin turns mottled, smooth, slightly wet and chameleon-coloring where-ever the paint touches. "A bit more gentle."
[OOC] Frostbyte says, "Oyster. Bleah! Nay, give me a merman with proper suckers."
William says "Slithery like oil on skin?" He pulls a face "Oysters are what poor folk eat, although...mmm." He wriggles at the sensation and then says "The air is very dry." William rolls shoulders back, moving fingers up to examine them, and watch his skin change where you touch to blue briefly as it mimics.
Frostbyte nods, instantiating a vase of lubricant oil and setting it by the side, turning your back to him to properly spray you down. Your skin changes like oil paint mixed too fast, red velvet and blue fur. "I'll keep you wet," he croons, spraying it over your hair and watching it extrude in to a set of short tendrils, each of which extrudes frilled filters like an oyster in a thousand colors...
William writhes, slowly, feeling the change, but more used to being systematically altered now. He wraps a now neatly dextrous set of fingers over the edge of the 'bed' and looks up through his hair, as it changes and shimmers, then gives it a somewhat awed look. Finally he breathes in and out slowly, and stretches, feeling himself bend and flow and move "What do I look like now, Lord?"
Frostbyte slides his fingertips from the curve of your jaw, from those supple, boyish lips, to the lean bend where spine once was, followed down to a smooth, fuckable rump, each leg flaring out in to four suckered, agile tentacles just beneath that great muscle. He slowly pours the lube over your body, and you feel it wet you, and the sweet drugs (aphrodesiacs empathogens dignity-suppressors) soak in to your skin and then his, as he embraces you from behind. "You look like a mermaid."
William groans softly at that, his body radiating slow bands of colour as the chemicals alter him "Mmm. Yes." Dipping his head into the deep, slowing expanse, William reaches back with one wave-moving hand, slow, to stroke along your hip. Tentacles move, and begin to explore both himself and you in careful, skin-pop delicate touches, sliding and engulfing your legs first, then trying to examine each other through touch. William leans his head back, eyes alive with adoration.
Frostbyte's quills are sharp - your tentacles quickly learn to avoid them. But his fur is soft, inviting your grasp. Gently he breathes in to your hair, and you can taste him with it. Smooth hands slide over lubed hips reaching around to cup the inner thigh, feeling your manhood standing there proud demanding ready unassuming gorgeous his as he wraps his fingertips around it. "Tell me about mermaids."
William gasps, hard "They seduce sailors. They take men down to drown, they rest on rocks and, uh..." He rocks forward, caresses up through your fur, amazed at how far he can now reach up your body. William moves back, lust obvious in his voice, the dignity supressors removing any urge to hide the building desire in his form. Not that he could, with the way he is radiating concentric rings of blue and orange. Your touch leaves blue fingerprints, smears behind it. [OOC] William will have to go in 5 min, alas. Although if you put this on the Wiki we could start again some other time and finish it. Octopus morph! [OOC] Frostbyte says, "I love octomorphs! I will put this on the wiki and we can start again another time and finish it."