[Open RP] Sex Bomb!

[cockneysplosive]

It had been early in the morning-2 or 3ish-when a man snuck into the Great Hall holding a broom and wearing an invisibility cloak he 'borrowed' from someplace. Using them both, he flew up to the rafters of the Great Hall. There he pulled something out of his pocket and secured it to the rafter, making it invisible in the process. He did this two

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[ringo_raver]

As this was a human weapon, Ryuk was unaffected by the sex bomb and any effects it would have.

The same could not be said by the humans.

So he's prime game to be flirted with.

[beets_r_god]

"Fact," said Dwight in his most suave and seductive tones, "Schrute semen is so potent that it requires special condoms made in Japan to ensure unexpected pregnancies don't occur."

[ringo_raver]

"So? Why should I care?" Ryuk said, hanging upside down and eating an apple. "Not like I could have sex or get pregnant." and the mun's brain breaks

[beets_r_god]

"That's the beauty of it," Dwight said. "I can have sex with you and there will be no consequences!"

[nerdsexgoddess]

Amaranth had been enjoying a nice green salad over lunch in the Great Hall when she was suddenly afflicted with a violent headache. Since her divine healing gift didn't work on herself, the headache only increased in magnitude.

She stumbled to her feet, clutching at the table as vertigo assailed her. She had to get out of here. She wanted to go to her room and lie down with an ice pack over her eyes, and hope the pain would go away.

For the first time in her life, Amaranth had no sexual desire for anyone whatsoever.

[noseymaddie]

See, Amaranth's whole retreat idea would have worked, too, if it weren't for you pesky kids! the evil muns.

Eddie Izzard says everyone speaks Scooby.

Anyways, Maddie was having some lunch, trying not to look at the naked girl. It's a little like that looking-not looking at a train wreck thing. She doesn't want to look, but her eyes keep moving over.

And, then...by all the evilness in the mun's hearts, the bomb goes off and Maddie can't not look at Amaranth. It's like a sunset when some idiot has decided to talk to you. She wants to look away, it would be polite to look away, but she can't.

When Amaranth gets up, she follows. "Are you okay?" she asks, moving quickly to catch up, totally unaware that she's blushing.

[nerdsexgoddess]

"No, I'm not." The words came out much more sharply than Amaranth had intended. She'd never experienced a headache like this, and for some reason the way Maddie was staring at her body irritated her. Amaranth wished people wouldn't stare so much, and considered that she really ought to put some clothes on. "I have a headache," she admitted, hoping she'd kept the whine out of her voice but making an effort to speak more gently. "Nothing seems to help so I thought I'd go lay down."

[noseymaddie]

See, now, normally Maddie would just drop it. Really, she would.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, pouting. "Would, y'know, maybe a massage would help?" she suggested. She'd heard that line before...somewhere...

[livingaustria]

Stuffy as he was, Austria was not immune to aphrodisiacs.

He just didn't show it as well.

The only visible signs that he was under its influence was that there was a faint flush and he loosened his cravat.

[gotcake]

Being a computer, GLaDOS was also unaffected by the aphrodisiac. But she had dropped one of her cores onto a table in the Great Hall to study how people interacted there, and maybe find someone to chat with about cake. She was completely unaware of any change in the room's atmosphere, but would likely encourage any romantic interest for the sake of giggles Science.

((Feel free to just pick her up if you want. The core isn't that heavy.))

[hot_german]

"What's a giant volleyball like you doing in a place like this?" Dieter asked conversationally. As GLaDOS was a machine, she was spared the normal introduction of "Would you like to have sex with me?"

[gotcake]

Pity, that. The answer would have been yes. A clinical, scientific sort of yes, but a yes nonetheless. "I am studying human social interaction to better understand human motivation," she said, still completely serious for the moment. The eye swiveled about in its shell to look at him. "However, I am not a volley ball. I am a highly advanced artificial intelligence."

[hot_german]

Hey, Dieter could do clinical. Would he get to wear scrubs? That could be hot.

"Have you ever read about Maslow's hierarchy of needs?" Dieter asked, propping and elbow on the table and leaning seductively towards GLaDOS. "The first motivation is to fill physiological needs. Food, water, shelter, and even sex," he said huskily. "Then motivation moves on to safety needs. It's important to keep the body safe, don't you think? Always wear a condom, or in your case maybe a power strip? After that, humans are motivated by love, then a need for self-esteem."

"Finally," he said breathlessly, "there's the climax. The need for self-actualization. All other needs are met, and we can become better people. Together, even. I like reaching that climax with other people."

Philosophy always got Dieter in the mood. "That's one theory, at least," he said.

[ninja_lizzy]

Despite the fact that Elizabeth Bennet could throw down sexual innuendos with the best of them, she was still, as any young lady would be, woefully inexperienced in such things. So when a strange, tingly feeling stole through her, she had no idea what to do with it.
What she did know was that this feeling seemed likely to prove dangerous, especially if she succumbed to it. She must find a way to restore her concentration and focus.
The only thing she could think to do was to bend over, ttying a modesty string to her skirt (no idea what that is either. Blame Seth Graham-Smith) and move into a handstand. This way, she figured, she would be forced to keep all senses on the alert.
She began to move through the room, walking on her hands, trying to reach the door without running into anyone, particularly any gentlemen, because if she did run into any gentlemen, she was afraid she might do something terribly immodest.

[spinmybuzzer]

Homestar was Homestar, and he thought some lady walking across the room upside down was just the single most amazing thing he'd ever seen. So, heedless of flak he might catch from Marzipan later, he slid up to Elizabeth. "Hey, there," he said with an odd mixture of shyness and confidence. "You're really great. I mean...that thing you're doing is really great." Smooth.

[ninja_lizzy]

"Why, thank you," Elizabeth murmured. "I've worked for years to perfect my technique." She gave Homestar the once-over. From her upside-down position he... looked surprisingly good. Oh, no!

"Would you like to see what else I can do?" she inquired suggestively,.

[spinmybuzzer]

He gave her a goofy grin and laughed stupidly which required specifying since, you know, he can do things not stupidly. "Would I ever!" Oh, Homestar, you have no idea what you're getting yourself getting into.