BOOTY CALLER: DIMITRI

[fullthottle]

BOOTY CALLER On Tuesday afternoon, Dimitri's clamshell will ping! from wherever they have it. Should they pick it up to see what all the fuss is about, they will realize that their RULEBOOK app has updated to version 2.0. Opening the app will reveal that there has been an addendum to the rules... but one that seems meant exclusively for them. No other survivor will be able to see these additions. They read as such: 1. Each week, you may call forth ONE individual that has PASSED ON to the realm of the dead. 2. You MAY NOT call the same individual TWICE IN A ROW. 3. Those called upon will only appear for a LIMITED AMOUNT OF TIME and be UNABLE TO COMMUNICATE AUDIBLY. 4.The length you have for your call depends on the amount of SPIRIT ENERGY your HOST is permitted to TRANSFER TO YOU. 5.You may PRIVATELY CONFIRM YOUR ROLE if asked, but you may not FREELY OFFER THE INFORMATION to others. A notification will arrive the moment they have finished reading through the update. Its contents are no less confusing. U THOT U SAID GOODBYE 2 DADDY 👻😇, BUT TRUE DADDIES 👏👏 R ALWAYS READY 2 🎁🎁 U THEIR CUMMIES!!! 💦💦💦 ⏰ 2 GIVE DADDY A 📞📞📞📞📞 & B A GOOD, THIRSTY 👅 LITTLE 😻😽😻KITTEN😻😽😻 O҉́P̨͢È͟N̷̡ ̡́Ẁ́͟I̶̸D̕͝͠E Other things that are weird? The fact that the moment they open a door and walk through it, they will find themselves falling face first an entirely new location. Particularly, one that doesn't seem to fit into any part of the hotel, and absolutely not one that they meant to go through. As they regain their bearings and look at their surroundings, they'll realize that the door they walked through is no longer there. It seems like they have only one choice, and that's to walk through a decrepit community center until they reach their destination. It is there that they will find a familiar face... FULL NAVIGATION. locations ⯅ statuses ⯅ ic profiles ⯅ ic rulebook ⯅ thot report ⯅ audiences gift shop ⯅ murder proposals ⯅ private conversations ⯅ weekly curfew

Comments

[doleo]

[ Dimitri lets go with a grunt, dusting off his hands when he does. ]

If that's what you wish.

[ Dimitri says nothing about his snap judgement, because quite frankly he is a judgmental little white boy. ]

The instructions were vague as to the extent of how much I can communicate with whoever I choose. Who decides how for how long I might be able to summon this individual?

[notaquaman]

[Nathan huffs, nearly tripping over his own stupid feet as he lands on them. He glares, fishing in his pockets for a cigarette and lighter.]

You do. Whatever you fucking want, I'll give it to you: a short, medium, or long communion.

[doleo]

And there's no consequence?

[ He wrinkles his nose at the scent of cigarette smoke that I assume will fill the air shortly. ]

If I choose a long one this week, I won't be forced with limited time the following week?

[notaquaman]

...nope. You can choose the longest one as many times as you want. It's how you get the energy in the first place, that's the goddamn catch.

[Ugh...ugh.]

[doleo]

[ A frown. ]

Well? How, then?

[notaquaman]

By...

[Grumble grumble.]

By sucking you off.

[doleo]

[ Somehow

this is the least surprising thing to happen in this place.

Dimitri squares his shoulders, and then very sternly unbuckles his pants, letting them drop to the ground. ]

Very well, let's get this over with.

[ Good luck, he's completely limp. ]

[notaquaman]

[Dimitri has done it. He's cause Nathan to shut the absolute fuck up. He stands there, startled, and doesn't seem quite to know what to do with himself.

There are a lot of things he can think of to say. He could scream about Dimitri being a pervert, make some kind of uncalled for remark about his genitals, or laugh at him and tell him it was all some kind of joke that he shouldn't have taken so seriously.

But that's the problem, because it isn't a joke. And Dimitri's got the right idea: act like this is no big deal and get it over with so he can get done what he needs getting done.]

For fuck's sake.

[Muttering to himself, Nathan squats down. There's a moment where he just looks in any direction other than straight ahead where that limp dick is hanging, his face flushed and...ashamed? But then he reaches forward, grabs the bottom of Dimitri's shirt and yanks him closer.

We're in this.

Letting out a final, petulant sigh, he guides the head of Dimitri's cock into his mouth and that's a sentence I just wrote.]