TKLVR181
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Hey guys, thought I'd do a series of stories on what would happen if we got together IRL at NEST. So far I have 20 people that want to be part of this 😵.
Tell me what you think!
~K
PART 1
She entered the hotel’s large common room with some apprehension. She had never ventured out into one of these things before…she was scared. Sure, she had plans to meet up with at least one person; a person she knew and trusted…and several others had said they would be there. She trusted them too, but had never met them irl.
She was worried that the atmosphere would be a bit guarded with all these people meeting each other for the first time—she couldn’t have been more wrong. Loud, raucous talking filled some parts, lots and lots of laughter, and the occasional pair or trio talking quietly amongst themselves. Oh sure, there were sets of stocks everywhere, and many people in them or on beds tied to them, being tickle attacked—but the air of mutual fun was thick and light at the same time, all around her.
She looked around for anyone she would recognize; there were several. The first thing to catch her eye, however, was not a visage but a laugh.
“AHAHHhah oh oh nonono nonono no fahahair nono doon’t tihiCKLEEHEHEEEAH AEHEHHACHAHAHHAHCHCHAHAEOHOHOHEHE OHOHNONO CD CDHEHE DOHOHN’T!”
She smirked as she sauntered over to where Cellerdweller was torturing the fabled Wade. Wade was one of the absolute epitome of a /m lers dream…first he would do whatever he could to annoy someone into tickling him, insult, bait, goad, or even praise the prospective ler.
CD paused as she walked up. “Karen!” he exclaimed. She wasn’t surprised he recognized her…she’d be hard to miss in her signature pink tank top and jean Capri’s, socks, and slip on sandals.
He too was difficult to miss. Rainbow shirt, mismatched rainbow pants, and a bright pink purse. She had a feeling the purse was simply for show—everybody knew he wasn’t the straightest guy there. Nobody minded, either. Not even his male victims.
“Hiya, CD. Wade.” She said, nodding to the helpless victim. He was lying on his back with CD’s knees pinning his wrists above his head. CD had been mercilessly attacking his pits. “Mind if I have a lil fun, boys?”
CD grinned and nodded. “Not at all, hon!”
Wade’s eyes got as big as his fists. “Nooo! K-Karen, not that, nono don’t ttickleeheehHEHEEHEHEEEHEHEHEHHAHHA OHOHO NONON OHOH NOOHOHOT MY STOHOMACH NONO! ACHCHHAHHHAHHA!”
She laughed as she danced her nails over his bare stomach. She loved looking at him, face red from laughter…but clearly loving every minute. His grin wasn’t just from being forced to laugh, and she could tell. Shaking his head, sputtering gibberish and laughing hysterically, he shook side to side. She let up, pausing slightly. “So Wade, gonna say it yet?” she winked at him, knowing the answer.
He panted for a few seconds, then grinned up at me. “Are you kidding, with only THAT to deal with? You’re not NEARLY as scary as you made yourself out to be in the TF thread!!”
In other words, “No, more please.”
She happily obliged. “Oooh, so I’m not SCARY, huuuh? Huuuh, is that what you saaiiid? Tsk tsk, we’ll just have to make you take that back, hm? Think I can do that then?” Wriggling her nails upwards, she began to tease his armpits.
He went wild. “AAHHAHAHAHCHCHHACHHCHAHAH NONONAHAH KAHHAREN PLEHEHHEEEEEEEEEEEEASEHEEH AHHAEHENONON NOMOREHAHAAHHA! NOOHOH OMOHOHORE AHAHAHAHAHA! UUHUNCLE REHEHHEEED AIEEEEE!” he squealed at the last.
Satisfied, Karen stood up. I’m in room 617—you guys look me up. I gotta go find someone I’m supposed to meet…cya laters!” she hugged both of them and moved on.
Over in the far corner she could see Snailshell and Littlebighead in a corner discussing some drawing on the table; upon closer inspection he could also see a girl in stocks and arm cuffs between them, LBH on her feet and Snail on her ribs, whilst idly chatting.
She chuckled and headed over.
END PT 1
Tell me what you think!
~K
PART 1
She entered the hotel’s large common room with some apprehension. She had never ventured out into one of these things before…she was scared. Sure, she had plans to meet up with at least one person; a person she knew and trusted…and several others had said they would be there. She trusted them too, but had never met them irl.
She was worried that the atmosphere would be a bit guarded with all these people meeting each other for the first time—she couldn’t have been more wrong. Loud, raucous talking filled some parts, lots and lots of laughter, and the occasional pair or trio talking quietly amongst themselves. Oh sure, there were sets of stocks everywhere, and many people in them or on beds tied to them, being tickle attacked—but the air of mutual fun was thick and light at the same time, all around her.
She looked around for anyone she would recognize; there were several. The first thing to catch her eye, however, was not a visage but a laugh.
“AHAHHhah oh oh nonono nonono no fahahair nono doon’t tihiCKLEEHEHEEEAH AEHEHHACHAHAHHAHCHCHAHAEOHOHOHEHE OHOHNONO CD CDHEHE DOHOHN’T!”
She smirked as she sauntered over to where Cellerdweller was torturing the fabled Wade. Wade was one of the absolute epitome of a /m lers dream…first he would do whatever he could to annoy someone into tickling him, insult, bait, goad, or even praise the prospective ler.
CD paused as she walked up. “Karen!” he exclaimed. She wasn’t surprised he recognized her…she’d be hard to miss in her signature pink tank top and jean Capri’s, socks, and slip on sandals.
He too was difficult to miss. Rainbow shirt, mismatched rainbow pants, and a bright pink purse. She had a feeling the purse was simply for show—everybody knew he wasn’t the straightest guy there. Nobody minded, either. Not even his male victims.
“Hiya, CD. Wade.” She said, nodding to the helpless victim. He was lying on his back with CD’s knees pinning his wrists above his head. CD had been mercilessly attacking his pits. “Mind if I have a lil fun, boys?”
CD grinned and nodded. “Not at all, hon!”
Wade’s eyes got as big as his fists. “Nooo! K-Karen, not that, nono don’t ttickleeheehHEHEEHEHEEEHEHEHEHHAHHA OHOHO NONON OHOH NOOHOHOT MY STOHOMACH NONO! ACHCHHAHHHAHHA!”
She laughed as she danced her nails over his bare stomach. She loved looking at him, face red from laughter…but clearly loving every minute. His grin wasn’t just from being forced to laugh, and she could tell. Shaking his head, sputtering gibberish and laughing hysterically, he shook side to side. She let up, pausing slightly. “So Wade, gonna say it yet?” she winked at him, knowing the answer.
He panted for a few seconds, then grinned up at me. “Are you kidding, with only THAT to deal with? You’re not NEARLY as scary as you made yourself out to be in the TF thread!!”
In other words, “No, more please.”
She happily obliged. “Oooh, so I’m not SCARY, huuuh? Huuuh, is that what you saaiiid? Tsk tsk, we’ll just have to make you take that back, hm? Think I can do that then?” Wriggling her nails upwards, she began to tease his armpits.
He went wild. “AAHHAHAHAHCHCHHACHHCHAHAH NONONAHAH KAHHAREN PLEHEHHEEEEEEEEEEEEASEHEEH AHHAEHENONON NOMOREHAHAAHHA! NOOHOH OMOHOHORE AHAHAHAHAHA! UUHUNCLE REHEHHEEED AIEEEEE!” he squealed at the last.
Satisfied, Karen stood up. I’m in room 617—you guys look me up. I gotta go find someone I’m supposed to meet…cya laters!” she hugged both of them and moved on.
Over in the far corner she could see Snailshell and Littlebighead in a corner discussing some drawing on the table; upon closer inspection he could also see a girl in stocks and arm cuffs between them, LBH on her feet and Snail on her ribs, whilst idly chatting.
She chuckled and headed over.
END PT 1
