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The Absolute Obedience Meme




1. Post with your character.

2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies.

3. Any orders.

4. Any orders.


Meme Strategy:

There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like.

Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out.

Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here.

Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?

(stolen from lovespheres

James T. Kirk || Star Trek: TOS || anything at all


Shit. [Jack throws a wide-eyed glance at Jim as they stand in front of a group of aliens that weren't supposed to be back for another fifteen minutes. Either something went wrong in their calculations, or plans changed, but Jack had planned to have Jim safely out of there. They'd sent him in under cover as one of the human servants that the aliens had; they were trafficking in humans, and if Jim could infiltrate and see how the system worked, then they could steal him out and then know how to plan to break the rest of them out from there. They just had adjusted Jim's earpiece in and had gotten it online when they had come back. Shit. More shit.

Jack holds his hands up in front of him.]
Alright, alright. [He turns to Jim, shooting him a look that says 'Play along, we'll figure it out as it goes'] You didn't have to call in the reinforcements, you know. One little me against all of you? Hardly great odds. You could've even handled me yourself if you wanted to, I bet.

[From Jim's earpiece, Ianto's voice, from where he's running point back at their command, chimes in:] Jack? Jack? Jim? What's going on? Are you two alright?

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

[He has to find a way to inform Ianto as to what's happening. Maybe they can get out of this--but Jack's chances are better against him rather than the larger, more plentiful aliens.]

It's a good thing you're here. [The aliens are welcome to think it's for their benefit.] We seem to have company.

I'd like to see you try. [Jack spits at Jim, trying to get into the spirit of being a rebel. Which he supposes he would classify as in general, but. Jim's on the same side of him, unbeknownst to the aliens.] I don't think you even have it in you, you coward. I bet you won't even try. Leave your friends there to do all the heavy lifting.

[Ianto was quiet on the line for a moment, taking it all in, catching where Jack was going there. Shit. Shit, alright] Jim. [He keeps his voice quiet] Jim... You can't let them know that you know him. You lose your cover, and they'll get you too. Don't... [He swallows] Don't worry about Jack. Just. Just do what you have to.

[Jim swallows. Ianto is right; Jack can take anything Jim can dish out. But that doesn't mean he wants to. But he narrows his eyes and lifts his head.]

They are not my friends. [He says this proudly, and follows it up quickly.] I serve them, at their pleasure. What I try will be at their behest.

[Hopefully they'll take the bait--let their new pet dish it out until Ianto can come up with something.]

[Ianto's mind is racing] Is there any way that you can get them to leave? Any way they will just let you go...? [And then suddenly, a thought occurs to him] Jim... You might have to kill him.

[Jim tries to keep the blanched look from his face. He doesn't want to do that. He couldn't kill Spock when it was life or death. He won't kill Jack.

He looks over at Jack, knowing the aliens can't see his eyes at least, and pleads with him. Aloud, he keeps his voice subservient.
]

I can deal with him. Let me prove my loyalty, masters.

You can't let them get him Jim, you can't [Ianto's voice comes over the comms. Jack, you know what to do]

[Jack knows that he's going to have to at least fake it, if nothing else]

Yeah? Well. I'd like to see you deal with this...! [And with that, he throws himself at Jim.]

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*Here, have a bored evil alien.* Kneel.

Original.

*But Jim's kneeling already, despite his sneer, and to his great surprise. He glances up at the other man, or whatever he is, trying to quickly cover his dismay.*

What is this?

Jim+anyone=memetic sex, so . . . yeah?

This is telepathy plus boredom. *The Master grins.*

lol sure!

*Jim glares up at him.*

You're the worst kind of being. This is what you do with your power?

*The powerful were always the most bored. It only solidifies Jim's conviction that those with too much cease to fight.*

:D

Mostly I just kill people, but I was rereading Suetonius and now I'm in a Caligula kind of mood.

*And he'll just be, er, unzipping his pants.* Blow me.

*Nice. He's dealing with a megalomaniac with the power to control his actions. He has no choice but to draw him out, wrap his lips around the length.

But he doesn't have to like it.*

Mind if Jim ends up dead?

*That's fine by him. And once he hardens, he waves his new toy off.* Now spread your legs.

XI!future Rura Penthe and mistaken identity go together so well. [Drugs, Headfuckery, etc.]

[It wasn't every day they had a new guest. Fleets were a rarity, and he'd never met one from Earth, before. Either his own people had moved up, as klivam reckoned it, or this one--torn out of his Engineering gold and smeared in dirt--had fallen very far in a very short time.

This common cell would be his landing, and it wouldn't be a gentle one. An engineer would have Fleet schematics, would know every bolt and wire of starships, communicators, tricorders--guns.

Nero very much needed these data. He was not particular how Ayel acquired them.

And in this cold, belts dipped in water fastened as solid as steel or stone. Their new friend had nowhere to go.]


In discomfort? It goes more easily if you'll turn your head for me. [No humor in a wide, green-white split of teeth, leering.] Please.

[He doesn't need the 'please.' Jim's head is already turning, though he fights it. The impulse goes no further than electrical sparks in his mind.]

I don't know what you want.

[He doesn't know how he got here, either, or what these people think they're doing. But then, he usually doesn't, at first.]

[Strange. Or maybe not, maybe they were so used to following orders that they did it without pause? How often had he leapt aside on narrow walkways, automatically, for passerby of higher station? Duty must be worse, for soldiers. Even more ingrained.]

We'll reach it. By talking. What is your commander's name?

[He knew, from their borrowed records, that Fleets would cough that up, and sometimes a serial number, and then the conversation would begin to get interesting.]

My commander--

[Jim frowns. That's what they want?]

Admiral Komack. But what do you want with him?

[He isn't out here--and yet, Jim shouldn't have had to give up his name so easily.]

[The thing about living in the city of sin, no matter how much better it is than the Empire, is that there is always weird shit going on. Today's weird shit seems to be something along the lines of everyone obeying Scott's orders, without question and without hesitation.

In the hands of a more ambitious man, a power like this could easily result in a hostile takeover of the entire city. In the hands of a good man, it would hardly be any power at all.

In the hands of Scott, however, it's mostly just wound up with lots of people being entirely too willing to buy him drinks in the local bars.

....he might be a bit tipsy. Or possibly even drunk.]

[Jim doesn't notice anything wrong, at first. After all, buying drinks is a manly and not necessarily sexual way of expressing your approval for other men. So he is more than happy to offer Scott a drink, overjoyed that his regimen of treating Scott like a human being has paid off so well. This is nice. Sharing a beer with a friend. A somewhat drunk friend, true, but lately Scott's been a little more lenient with himself while under the influence. Jim will worry later.]

[Scott may even be going so far as to smile once or twice. He's having a good time. People are buying him drinks. The world would be a much better place if people bought him drinks like this all the time.]

Jim. I think I'm drunk. [He considers this a moment. If he's drunk, he should stop drinking.] Tell me you don't think I'm drunk.

I don't think you're drunk, Scott.

[Which is weird, because he sort of thinks Scott is. But his mouth must know better, right?]

You should have another. I'll get it for you!

[He gestures for another, and the bartender looks at them both skeptically but complies.]

[Oh, now that's a sly grin on Scott's face there.]

Keep 'em comin'.

[Yes, it seems like a very good idea to keep supplying Scott with alcohol. After all, the man seems happy. Jim hasn't scared so much as a timid smile out of him in all these months. And now here he is, making him happy.]

You seem very thirsty.

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