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It's time for Round Two!

DANGAN ROLEPLAY KINK MEME
GUIDELINES/RULES:
- All requests- smut, fluff, gen, or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about DRRP.
- Fic and art fills are all good.
- This is for all rounds of DRRP, canon or gimmick. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable.
- Stay anon because it's funner that way.
- Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in DRRP proper. If you don't, it will be deleted.
- This is a judge free zone; however, be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.
- If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact me. A list is being prepared to remind everyone.
- Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut, or anything out of their comfort zone. Again, comments in volation will be deleted.
- HAVE FUN. If any of these rules are broken let me know on this account, or on plurk (
demidemonLove) and I will take care of it as soon as I can!
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-07 03:07 am (UTC)(link)Given that, it was only natural that Agent Washington, bastion of maturity at all times (okay, maybe with this group that was actually true in comparison), climbed on top of the bed while a cluster of his classmates had crammed themselves into the room and were looking up, sitting on the floor.
"Your grievances aren't my problem." He pushed up a pair of invisible glasses and looked down his nose at the gathered audience. "May I remind you that if you wish to speak to a counselor, you can contact the correct division for it. We all have to suffer, you know. I haven't had caviar in three days."
The Future Foundation employees among them howled with laughter, and even those who had gone back home rather than sign up snorted or chuckled, remembering the one or two conversations they'd had with the Super High School Level Heir currently being mocked. Tucker and Dave gave each other high fives.
"That was perfect, Pops," Dave said, tears rolling down his face. "Do Madison next. I dare you."
"Madison, huh? I'll warn you, I might be a little rusty on this one..." Wash ran his hand back through his hair and cleared his throat, switching to a snide falsetto. "Ahem. What do you mean, you friendship-talked the monster to death? I brought a tank for a reason, asshole. I could have gone shopping instead of sit around here." He capped the impression off by grabbing an open bottle of wine someone had pilfered from the party and taking a swig right from the bottle.
"Whoo!" Maya cheered. "I mean, I've never actually talked to Madison, but I bet that's flawless!"
"It is. Trust me." Silver shook his head. "Hey. As long as we're having you make fun of our seniors, do the priest. That'll be fun."
"Ah, but isn't he not a Future Foundation member?" Meridiana asked, snuggled between Silver and Dave.
"Former, I think." Dave shrugged. "Close enough for horseshoes and planet bombs. C'mon, D-Pops, lay it on us."
"Well, all right." Wash swayed a little and coughed. "Rejoice, Dave Strider. You, your girlfriend, and the collective harem the two of you somehow managed to gather just by being nice to everyone have found your happiness. Somehow. Amidst despair, suffering, and over one hundred cardboard facsimiles of myself and why did you keep some of them and give them all those rubber horse masks."
The group erupted into peals of laughter again, enough that the actual Future Foundation seniors they'd been having Wash impersonate all night could probably hear them somewhere down the hall.
"Now you've got it!" Tucker grabbed Wash's hand and yanked him to flop down on the bed, into their own cuddle pile with Maya. "See, you guys, I told you he was flawless."
"Not exactly," Wash said, face turning red. "I mean. Maybe flawlessly drunk. Shouldn't have chugged that wine."
"It's a sacrifice you made for the sake of accuracy," Maya chirped. "Come on, I want to hear you try Beat next!"
They kept him going until one in the morning, in the murderschool tradition of senseless silliness that would never get out to their seniors. ...Or would get out before the next day, actually, but nobody had noticed Henri's red eye gleaming in the air vent as he filmed the entire thing.
OP
(Anonymous) 2015-09-07 03:17 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2015-09-07 03:17 am (UTC)(link)THIS IS THE BEST FILL EVER
OF ALL TIME
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-07 03:22 am (UTC)(link)no subject
to add to this experience
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-08 03:10 am (UTC)(link)