BOOTY CALLER: NIKKARI

[fullthottle]

BOOTY CALLER On Tuesday afternoon, Nikkari'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 gift shop ⯅ murder proposals ⯅ private conversations ⯅ weekly curfew

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[uncleanse]

[notaquaman]

Don't you look at me like that. You don't even know. I'm like an oral sex master.

[With women.]

I know all about handling cock.

[His own cock.]

And I would never stoop to something so low. The fact you'd even suggest it...I'm downright insulted!

[Stop.]

Whatever, you prick. If you can't handle the pleasure I can give then we'll just go with a shorter option!

[uncleanse]

[ he is so close to slashing his throat so he can't talk anymore ]

Which would be...?

[notaquaman]

[why ya'll so mean 2019]

I just gotta rub some spit on your face. Or we can make out, I guess.

[He doesn't want to make out with him, though.]

[uncleanse]

...

. . .

On your knees.

[notaquaman]

[Eyes? Boggled. Mood? Kind of horny? Unsure? Nathan hesitates. And then, for whatever fucking reason, almost cautiously lowers himself on his knees. Like maybe he thinks he's literally actually about to get executed right now, he's not sure.]

[uncleanse]

[ and he'd be correct! because as soon as he's in position, all that signals his fate is the sound of metal sliding against wood as nikkari draws his blade. a split second later—perhaps even faster than that—flesh and sinew are severed, a dull thunk reverberates throughout the wide hall, then all is silent.

in the moments after, nikkari aoe simply stares at the slack-jawed head of nathan young at his feet, begins to crack a cheshire grin, and lets out an awfully chilling laugh. ]

2/2 is the theme tonight

[uncleanse]

[ god he fuckin wishes.

the only thing that's falling to the ground are nikkari's pants and any sense of respect he had for himself. he's absolutely flaccid. this is awful. please summon polly so he can see if she'll make him feel better. ]

[notaquaman]

You know how in interviews they ask you, "where do you see yourself in five years?"

[Nathan glances upward at Nikkari's face. Is...he trying to lighten the mood?]

If I'd have been asked that, the last thing I would've ever expected to say is with a dick in front of my face, waiting for a right good seeing to.

[But, um, he's just prolonging the inevitable, really. He sighs. He wants to do this about as much as Nikkari wants to be involved in it, but it's got to happen if he wants to do his job and not, like, doom the entire ship or whatever. So he decides on his strategy: close your eyes and pretend you're sucking your own dick. It's not like he's never tried to do it.

He's tried on a regular basis.

Scooting forward on his knees with the very real awareness now that he has to fucking deliver because he had the audacity to brag about it, Nathan grabs Nikkari by the hip and pulls him closer. The other hand supports his shaft and Nathan starts to lick from base to head in long, purposeful strokes.]

[uncleanse]

[ as nathan drags him in, nikkari wishes he could enjoy this, but it's like. actually impossible to. even though his body reacts accordingly to nathan's efforts on a purely physical level, shaft at least twitching in response to the stimulation, there's no matching passion on his cheeks, no appropriate sighs leaving his mouth.

everything is just awkward and everyone involved wishes they were dead and i hate it.

he doesn't even rest his hand on nathan's head for support as he looks around the hall and focuses on a particularly fascinating crack in the linoleum that kinda looks like a spider. ]

Are there... any additional steps?

[notaquaman]

[Fortunately, it seems that to completion is not required. Once that bitch is fully slathered in his saliva, Nathan rocks back on his heels.]

Nope. Thy command be done or whatever. Just concentrate on your bad taste of a target and she'll appear. Theoretically.

[Turning away, he wipes his mouth. This is fine. Nikkari will have twenty comments with the deceased. I'll let britt make her own toplevel when she's ready...]