No Questions Asked & Adventurous Minds Wanted

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ChelseaDagger

I hate spending days plotting only to have partners disappear and games to never get off the ground. I love the thrill of creativity. Below I've posted the start to a game or two that I'd love to play, no questions asked, who knows where it'll go, setting, plot, story, it's all open to creativity. Just read it, send me a reply and lets play.

Let the creativity flow and if we hit a road block we'll work thought it, writing isn't so serious that it can't be erased. Who's feeling adventurous?


Welcome to The Oblivion
Welcome to The Oblivion, the sign over the check in desk was crooked and dusty, making the hotel look as though it wasn’t frequented or loosely maintained. Neither were true. The Oblivion was in a far flung section of the galaxy on a main transit route from one wormhole jump to another. It was like the intergalactic truckstop supreme. The Oblivion was a large hotel in a travel plaza, but high end, ritzy almost, it was on the map as a “must stay” location. The hotel was beautifully decorated with one fanciful twist. The Oblivion was empathic, each room had the ability to sort of morph into whatever fantasy the occupant had. This led to all sorts of wild adventures inside its walls.

The hotel was managed by a tall woman, her skin tone was pale with a hint of green in it. Her name was Trick and she had been a fixture at The Oblivion’s for as long as anyone could remember. She had a toothy grin, and aside from the odd skin tone she had, when she moved in the right light it almost appeared as if she had iridescent scales covering her. Trick had a long nose and strangely shaped jaw, she certainly wasn’t human, something of a reptilian race to be sure. Rumor had it that Trick was the key to the abnormal properties The Oblivion possessed.

Inside the lobby an artificial sun rose and set, keeping the time of the owner’s native planet. No one knew for sure who the owner was or what planet exactly he was from. There was suspicions that Trick was the hotel’s owner however when asked she always vehemently denied owning The Oblivion. When pressed further she would say the owner was away on business, or busy and wished to not be bothered, unavailable, on family business and so forth.  The owner of The Oblivion was as mysterious and elusive as the hotel’s workings. In the center of the lobby was a reflection pool. The pool appeared to be deep, though the water was clear. It reflected perfectly the face of anyone who looked into it, the reflection seemingly going to infinity.

If you were to ask Trick she would tell you that visitors always got exactly what they were seeking when they visited the hotel. Beds were comfortable, rooms were clean, staff was friendly and The Oblivion booked completely full each night. However, you could wander the halls and corridors and you’d never see another guest. You’d be wandering alone, for all intensive purposes. The only areas where other guests could be seen were the lobby, pool, gym, casino and the various restaurants, dining rooms and common areas. That was part of the fun at The Oblivion, you never knew who was watching or wondering about.

With the hotel’s unusual properties it was commonplace to be absorbed into someone else’s fantasy. Guests had all sorts of sexual experiences, some bouncing from one room to another never really knowing where they would end up based off their desires, fantasies and passions. An attractive young woman could find herself pulled into a myriad of sexual opportunities on any given night. These chance encounters of course served only to increase the hotel’s popularity. Anything goes at The Oblivion.


The guests were varied everyone from humans to androids, weary travelers to doe eyed honeymooners all stayed happily at The Oblivion. The staff was as unique as the guests were. The Oblivion was the place to be searching for that special something or someone, some long term and some for just a night.


Daria had just been hired by the hotel as one of their call girls. It was a good job for a beauty who had a taste for sex and lust. Daria fit the bill on all accounts. She was a beautiful changling who had empath type abilities. She could quickly modify her looks to fulfill whatever physical role was asked of her. Her natural look however was stunning. She was of average height, slender but busty. Her deep purple skin  was flecked with what appeared to be gold dust, her hair black as the space that the hotel was nestled in, and long nearly down to her waist.


Call girls at The Oblivion had the obvious job of providing certain passionate outlets for the hotel’s guests. While sex at the hotel wasn’t hard to come by, some liked the added thrill that the beautiful prostitutes brought to the table. All of the girls who worked as prostitutes at the hotel were carefully selected, many of them the only staff members who had ever met the owner. He insisted on “meeting” each woman before they were allowed to work their first night at The Oblivion. They were all sworn to secrecy in regards to his identity, however, there was never a complaint if the girl was lucky enough to be summoned by the owner for another night together.

Daria smiled as she walked through the hotel doors, remembering one of the best nights of pleasure she’d ever had with the owner. The artificial sun was setting in the lobby casting a rose color glow over the occupants.There was a line at the check in desk as there always was this time of night. Guests in a hurry to settle into their rooms and then explore the finary the hotel offered.

“We’re pleased to have you back again Mr. Tybuss” Trick’s voice carried across the lobby. She was greeting a very tall, well muscled man. He was clearly some alien warrior species that Daria had never seen before. Not that it was unusual for Daria to have not seen a race, though she was well traveled, The Oblivion certainly attracted all kinds. Daria was particularly interested in this man however not to mention sexually attracted.

She weaved her way through the crowd, getting glimpses of their desires and fantasies as she bumped into them or brushed along them. It always pleased her, her ability to fantasy read, as she called it. Trick gave her a little nod as she approached. “Ahh Daria, just the little jewel of the hotel I was looking for.” Trick waved her over. “Meet Mr. Tybruss. He’s from a far off planet in the CaiWei galaxy.”  Daria smiled and nodded a greeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Tybruss.” She murmured in a soft girlish voice, her green eyes sparkling.



One Last Wish
Ariel smirked at Baal as they finished up their dinner, he was leaning back in his chair picking debris out of his teeth with a toothpick. She wiped her face softly with a napkin. The adorable little waitress at the diner smiled as she dropped the check by, to her they looked completely normal. Not many people realized that the gates of heaven and hell opened up in a diner in Jersey though certainly with the traffic assuming hell did was not too far flung.

“Turkey is my favorite meat,” Baal thought out loud. ” I never miss the diner when turkey is the blue plate special.” Ariel giggled politely as she sipped on her milkshake, she looked around the diner, the world was getting away from them, both of them. “No one worries about their fate anymore Baal, no concern with getting to heaven or dread about going to hell. The world has changed.”

The fallen angel sat back and thought over it for a moment. He smoothed out his black shirt over his well muscled body rolling the cuffs up his arms as he got more comfortable. His forearms showing off his tattoos, a crying angel on the right arm, a devil standing  in victory on the left. She raised her eyebrows at the tattoos. “Those are new.” She nodded toward them.

“I like them.” He shrugged. “We could stir things up some Ariel what do you say?”

She leaned forward  interested in what he was about to say. “Stir things up how?”

He grinned a boyish grin at her as he got up, “I’ll be right back don’t you worry your pretty little head.” Baal walked casually back into the kitchen looking at the line chef.

“Dude you can’t be back here.”

The dark angel shrugged. “Hey how many turkeys have you cooked today?”

“I dunno bout a dozen.”

“Cool. Do you still have a wishbone by chance?”

The line cook laughed a little as he dug around in a carcass for the desired part. “Got kids out there huh man?”

Baal snatched the wishbone and said flatly. “No” as he walked back out to the dining room.

“Alright angel stuff here’s what we’re gunna do.” He smirked at the blonde angel sitting across from him as he sat spinning the wishbone between his fingers. She looked up at him, curiosity playing in her eyes.

The big man wasn’t going to like this one bit she thought to herself as she watched Baal with the wishbone. “We both get one wish, the other has to grant it.”

Elgor

Ball looked back at her, across the table. His eyes, first thoughtful, then narrowing to a brief stare before his features mellowed again, smiled gently back at Ariel. "You do feel adventurous at times my dear." And with those words, he reached forward, the wishbone prised between his fingertips.

"Each shall get a wish, to be granted by the other. But whoever is lucky in this lucky draw, shall have the right to ask first, and the wish to be asked may well be the other's last to fulfill."

With this, he prised the sharp tip of the wishbone forward until it came to rest in that precious space between the thumb and index finger of her left hand that was resting on the table in front of her.
~~ Be beauty before me, be it above me, below me, be beauty all around me, when I walk ~~