A group of M/M roleplayers and I used to have this game going about three or so years ago. It didn't get far, but I wanted to see if anyone would be willing to come and play it if it were to be revived.
I don't intend this to be a game with constant characters, but instead, I hope to make it a place where characters come and go. For instance, one writer could play multiple characters having experiences with other characters in the baths many facilities. The only constant in the game is the general theme which has already been established which is a Roman-style bath house whose clientele is male only
. Female writers are most welcome, but all characters must be male or male expressing (probably not the right word, but they must look male). Feminine aspects are fine. Long hair, slender physiques, feminine dress is all fine if you want that in the scene with whom you're roleplaying with, but since it is a men's bathhouse, all clients should at least appear to be men. If this is unclear, PM me and I can try to explain it better. What I'm trying to do is be as welcoming as I can with the premise of a men's club. Once your characters are behind closed doors, feel free to take liberties with your scenes. It's your character, and writers can communicate their expectations. So, have fun!
Back to the original idea of that paragraph. The bathhouse is meant to be a place of respite and privacy. It is member's only. That just means you make a profile for a character and I can add it to the roster I will make. There is no defining story, but there are rumors that the bathhouse has a reputation of being a place of vice, mostly the physical kind. It is not unheard of to have wealthy business men visiting with their own private escorts. The bathhouse is privately owned and operated. It is completely autonomous from other organizations which means it creates and enforces the law within its own walls. The utmost priority is to keep their clientele happy which means guests of members are at the mercy of the man who brought them there.
This will be in the extreme section, so you are only limited to the offs of the writer you are working with. Below is the opening post I used for the lobby. It describes very well the feel of the bathhouse. So far, the bathhouse has an open communal bath, private rooms for massage or other activities, a workout area, a locker room with showers, private baths, and a dungeon.
If anyone would be interested in this kind of game, let me know here. There really isn't a posting speed, and I'd like not to enforce a schedule. It's sort of going to be laid back, but we'll see who is interested and how it goes.
The room was expansive and bright with tall, deep windows carved into the smooth, handcrafted marble. Just inside the front door stood a mammoth statue near twenty feet in height of the Greek goddess Peitho who is draped in a long toga with an arm outstretched in an elegant and beckoning fashion. Light from the midday sun flowed in through the plethora of skylights above to bath her in luminescent glory, but she was not the only figure to grace the rather decadent entrance hall.
Venturing past her gracious figure, one would find a black and white checkered floor made of the same hand chiseled marble. To both the left and right were a pair of semicircular alcoves with windows carved into the curvature of the wall which allowed more light to flow in and illuminate the two statues who observed each who entered. On the left was Eros, holding a magnificent harp. His head was adorned with a laurel wreath while his body was left bare for all to witness in awe, and just as Peitho's arm was outstretched to beckon all inside, Eros' own arm reached out and downward as if to beckon those who entered to join him in his carnal ventures.
To the right, in his own alcove was Dionysus. His head was also wrapped in a similar laurel wreath, but his arm was not outstretched. Instead, his right arm curled up with his hand grasping at the neck of an intricately carved and decorated urn which rested upon his shoulder with its imaginary contents flowing out to fill the glasses of all and any who dared enter into the festivities further inside. His left arm was bent down with his hand resting on one hip to hold a toga which had apparently fallen loose, exposing him to all who viewed.
At the far wall was the last of the once powerful figures. Standing a little taller than the others was Priapus with his signature erection, standing long, thick, and proud out and upward from his body. Behind him was a smooth, white semicircular alcove which he stood just in, and water flowed down its sunlit surface in ripples and waves, giving the entire chamber a rather calming ambiance as the sound echoed softly. His head remained unadorned, showing his slightly curly locks which hung down to just above his shoulder. His face was bearded, and his eyes looked down into the chamber in just the right way so that anyone inside, no matter where they were standing, might feel his seductive gaze. His body was also unadorned so that all may view his virile glory without obstruction.
At the foot of the statue sat a rather large and ornately carved desk. Columns were carved into its front to mimic the columns lining the edges of the large lobby which looked to be of the elegant Ionic order. The desks surface shined in the light as the lone figure behind it stood, shuffling papers and and organizing appointments. He was the receptionist, operator, or concierge. The man went by many titles, but his job remained the same. He'd been running the Olympia Baths for years now, and inside, he was the grand marshal. He made the rules, and had enforced them on more than one occasion. He was the sole person who gave access to what was behind the rather large doors which stood to frame the desk on either side. Those who had been patrons for years knew him as Eduardo, but those who were new or infrequent customers only called him 'Sir.'
He was nearly always busy even if it did not seem so, and he only looked up when someone approached the desk. Eyes which shimmered in the light much like the glimmering pools deep in the Baths looked up to stare at the next customer to enter.