Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20141107030610/@comment-933831-20141201115211

Cinera snagged both waivers, filing them away. "Nah, you know how it is. If you so much as trip in someone's business nowadays you get lawyers everywhere, and not the fun kind either. The douchebags going all "Put the gun down miss, you'll only make it worse!" Not that that happened, just a concept for a game I'm working on... It's still in version 0.0.3 though, meaning concept. Anyhoo! Citrine, Carol, Alyysa, Follow me." She led the through a hallway, coming to a moderately large room, giving each of them instructions on what to do.

"Alrighty. Weapons on that conveyor belt there, and then put these little tape thingies right... Here... Here..." She had Alyysa put a few of them on her arms and legs, a wire from each. "These just capture impulses to be able to move and stuff, all pretty basic shit. Now for the fun part! Contact lenses." She gave each of them a set of contact lenses, Alyysa having no trouble getting hers in.

"Okay, when you get them in, you should see a little message from me near the bottom of your eyesight, regardless of where you look, and another that should be floating above the door, even if you look around." Alyysa saw the door message, simply saying "I'mma door betch." the fixed note reading "Let's get this threesome started, uh hon hon hon."