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Another error message while I'm trying to write stories and do my unfinished artwork. I was kind of inspired by my Glowing Foods Message and some of the other RP errors out there to come up with this. This one seems more easier to read.In this scenario, I will be the waitress that serves you the drink. If you want to switch roles, I will be the customer and you suggest which drink I should have and what should happen.
Here are the choices:
"Mystical Moon Juice"- A purple colored juice in a glass that has such a beautiful reflection that you might be looking at the moon itself. It tastes just like fruit punch. This drink makes you grow into a powerful/magical giant or giantess and might change your mindset. May or may not contain vore, rampage, etc.
"Frosty Hot Cocoa"- Basically a nice hot chocolate in a large mug filled with whipped cream, marshmallows, snowflake-shaped sprinkles, your favorite toppings, and a cherry on top, making a great winter chocolate treat. This drink causes you to shrink down to size. The waitress (me) will have to take care of you.
"Sparkling Apple Cider"- A drink especially made for the new year, it's apple cider with a surprising fizz and bubble to it. Just like the 'sparkle' in the drink, anything could happen to you; growth, shrink, vore, etc. along with a transformation to any being you want as long as it has some human qualities to it. Anything goes choice, just tell me what should happen.
I hope you all enjoy this latest one~
~Jess
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KEViN: *I order the FrostyHotCocoa, still questioning why it is Frosty when it is Hot* . . .
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(Could we switch this a bit? I know that by drinking the Mystical Moon Juice that I could grow ginormus, but I prefer staying human size. So maybe you're a customer and I'm a waiter, and you drink the Frosty Hot Cocoa?)
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(Okay. Sorry I haven't replied.)
I went into the diner, a little cold this morning as I sat down and looked at the menu, shivering a bit.
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(Oh, wow. To be honest, I forgot I had asked for this RP.
(Just reread my first reply to this. I never said this: would it be weird if I requested you play a redhead?)
Matt smiles as she enters. He quickly leads her to a table, then pulls out his notepad and pen, ready to take her order. He hoped it wasn't obvious to her how pretty she was...
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(No. Not at all... I've heard of weirder things.)
Janessa smiles back, happy that the waiter had manners and she looks at her menu.
"Can I have a Hot Frost Cocoa with extra marshmallows and a Tuna Sandwich to go?" She asks, getting some of her red hair out of her eyes.
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(And I see you're a fan of Mario...which subfranchise? I prefer the Super Mario platformers, especially the ones I term "sidescrollers" (which also includes 3D Land.))
Matt smiles, and takes the order. He'd heard that one in every one hundred people who ordered the Frosty Hot Cocoa has something weird happen to them, but no one would tell him what, or let him warn the customers. He takes the drink and brings it to her, silently hoping that whatever it was, it wouldn't happen to her. Except what he didn't know was that if he'd had known what the strange effect was, he would be wishing for the exact opposite.
(I think I made a huge verb tense error near the end...I hope it makes sense.)
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(Well, I like all of them to be honest. I have a couple of sidescollers and most of the Mario Sports Games (plus Mario Party9))
Janessa thanks him before taking a couple of sips and smiling widely, liking the taste. She continued to drink, not knowing that she was getting a little shorter.
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(Ahh...I also like the RPGs, especially the Mario & Luigi ones.)
Matt nods at her, and walks away to wait for her sandwhich.
One of the other waiters walks up to him. "She's shrinking," he murmurs to Matt. "When she's down to three inches, she's yours."
Matt startles. "You mean, mine to take care of?"
The other waiter shakes his head. "Yours to do whatever you want with. That's one of the perks to this job. Your patron gets a magic cup of Frosty, she's yours. Of course, if she'd gotten a magical cup of Moony, you would belong to her."
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(Those are good too.)
While that was going on, Janessa had finished her cup, feeling warmer and better. She then looks around to see everything around her growing and she starts to panic, trying to get someone's attention.
"Hello? What's going on here?" She calls out as best she could, leaning forward on the table. She soon finds herself inside the empty mug, small and tiny.
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(Although — no offense if you like it — 9's the worst of the Mario Partys. I think, either 6, 7, or 4 is the best.)
Matt finally comes back from the back room, with her tuna sandwhich in hand, trying to hold it downwind of him because he didn't really like the smell of tuna. When he doesn't see her, he frowns. "How much of it did she drink?" he asks rehtorically, peeking in the mug. When he sees her, he smiles, and slowly tips it over, causing her to land right on top of the fine print on the menu that explains that she now belonged to him, that had been designed to look like decorative lines to normal-sized people, but was now easily readable to her.
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(Well, 9 is okay. It's not great, but it's okay. The earlier ones were better. I remember playing Mario Party 6 or 7 when I was younger.)
Janessa falls down with a splat, hot chocolate drenching on her body. She shook some of it off before she blinks and sees some writing in front of her.
"Whoever drinks the Hot Frosty Cocoa and reacts to it will immediately belong to the waiter or waitress that served the person." She reads aloud before looking up to see the now giant waiter towering over her. Frightened at first, she backs away as best she could, trying to get away.
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Matt frowns, and easily blocks her path with his hand. When she collides with it, he wraps it around her. Lifting her into the air, he says, "I didn't know about that rule until about two minutes before you did, but personally, I'm glad it was you who became mine." He slips her into his breast pocket. "I've always wanted a pretty, pocket-sized redhead." He buttons the pocket closed.
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Janessa finds herself in a giant pocket, now scared. She tries banging on the pocket hard, hoping that he would reconsider.
"Let me go! You can't do this! What kind of place is this?!" She yells, although her voice cannot be heard except for him. After struggling for what seems like minutes, she passes out, all tired out. As she goes into sleep, she starts to shed some tears.
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Matt frowns at her struggles, but sighs in relief when she finally passes out. Sure, the tears were a bit of a problem, but that was mostly an emotional state. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to explain to her that workig or dining here was a roulette game (another thing he'd recently learned) that he had managed to survive.
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The day goes on slowly as if nothing had happened. It was a good thing no one noticed what was going on behind closed doors, otherwise the diner would be shut down. Before he left the table, he sees that Janessa had left her wallet on the seat. Upon inspection, there was plenty of money for her to pay him and the tip. There was also her ID, her keys to her apartment, and other trinkets.
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Matt picks up the wallet, and slips it into a pants pocket.
After about an hour of working with her in his pocket, Matt is stopped in the back room by the head manager. "You're welcome," he says.
Matt tilts his head, then frowns. "You...made sure she got a magical mug, didn't you?"
The manager winks. "I saw the way you looked at her. When she happened to order the right drink, I...never let it be said I don't reward employees who do a good job."
Matt smiles. "T-thank you, I guess...but is this me owning her thing legal?"
The manager smiles, and lifts a bit of his winter cap, to reveal ears that were a lot pointier than they should be. "I may have used the Knack on a few polititions, but yes, it is."
(Don't know if you've read many Star Trek books, but there's a very elf-like race called the Selvelvians, who have a form of mind control called the Knack, which inserts ideas into the victim's mind and makes the victim think they're their own, to the point where they come up with rationalizations for it. Only way to tell someone is a Knack victim is to watch their life readings when they're being given the idea in the first place...after that, it's too late.)
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(Hmmm, interesting...)
Just then, a couple of waiters came in with another waiter, who had just fainted and spilled Sparkling Apple Cider on himself. A way some could tell would be that the man was changing into a girl.
"Sorry sir. The guy witnessed a Moony outside and he spilled some cider." The two other waiters apologize before running in the office. Usually, there would be lots of Frostys, a few Ciders, and rarely a couple of Moonys. Ciders were considered to be the most dangerous out of the three because it was so unpredictable and anything could happen. Due to popularity, however, there were only a couple Moonys.
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Matt frowns, and rushes off. He wondered which of his co-workers now belonged to the "Moony", but didn't want to be mistaken for him or her.
He gets to the bus stop, and waits for about a minute before the bus arrives.
(There's a single species that can resist it, but there's only one member with anything remotely resembling human intellegence.)
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(Hmmmm...)
A few minutes later after the boring bus drive, Matt could hear Janessa's murmurs in her sleep. It was incoherent, but he could clearly hear cries of "Don't laugh at me" and "You don't own me". Judging by this, she must be having nightmares of her past. After a few seconds, she stops.
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Matt smiles, and gets up when the bus stops at his stop. "Actually, I do," he says, even though he knows she was talking in her sleep.
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The pouch remains eerily quiet as Matt got to his home.
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When Matt arrives at the apartment, he smiles, and sets a throw pillow in an otherwise-empty drawer. He lifts her out of his pocket and sets her on the throw pillow.
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By now, she had just woken up, tired. She seems calmer now, but she now has her arms crossed and is looking away from him, not speaking a word.
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Matt frowns. He turns the pillow arouns so she was facing him. He sighs, and pulls her wallet out of his pocket. He takes the money out, then hands the rest back to her.
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Janessa turns her head away from him until she sees her now large wallet in front of her. She blinks in slight surprise before closing her eyes, muttering, "Thank you..."
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Matt smiles. "To be honest, I have no use for any of this, but it's of evident value to you, so..." he shrugs. "Anyway, ground rules. First, no startling when I pick you up, no matter how suddenly, and no complaining, no matter where I put you."
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Her surprise and hope that she has in her eyes now suddenly dropped in an instant and she had her cold look again before turning away, but she understood the rules.
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Matt sighs. "Secondly, you'll sleep with me each night, unless I say otherwise."
(I think I already asked this, but what do you tolerate in terms of G/t RPs? I know you like vore, but I don't — although I do like mouthplay.)
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(Well I could work with whatever you want... I don't mind)
As Janessa continues to listen, her anger seems to boil inside her, but it was unnoticed at the moment.
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(Okay. I'll probably do a few things over PG-13.)
Matt sighs, and scoops her up. Had she looked in her wallet, she would have noticed her ID and keys missing, as were evidently required for some post-Frosty stuff the resturaunt did. He didn't know, just that he had had to turn them in.
He hugs her close.
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(Okay... that's fine...)
Janessa continues to stare off until her eyes widened, being hugged by giant arms. She feels warm and safe in them, but she didn't show any sign of being startled. Without looking at him, she let out a breath.
"Why... are you doing this?" She asked quietly, not expecting an answer from him. "How can you just take someone's life away, make them your little slave, and yet... hug them?" She became silent for a bit, but then choked a bit and shook her head. "Just forget I said anything. It doesnt' matter what I say or do to you..."
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"I didn't do this," he says carefully. "I didn't know that drink was gonna do that to you. But apperently my boss did, and he did it as a reward to me because I worked hard..." he tilts his head, as if finding something amusing. "But he did it knowing I would take you if I had known. To be honest, if he'd done it to someone with blonde, brown, or black hair I would have left them for someone else to take."
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"Yet, you act as if you knew..." She mutters, but then stops, "You chose me because of my hair?" Her voice raises a little in disbelief.
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Matt smiles. "And your figure," he says, stroking her back. "But your hair was more important to me." He sighs, and removes her from the hug. "And, yeah, someone told me you were shrinking, and what it meant, when I was waiting for your sandwhich."
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Janessa was having a mixture of emotions. She didn't know whether to trust him or not and she didn't know why he wanted red-heads so much, but she decided not to ask. Instead, she asks, "So what are you going to do to me now? Become your slave and tend to your every whim? Act like your pet? Kill me? ... I know nothing I say would matter, but at least I could know my fate... and possibly the rest of my life..."
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Matt smiles. "A bit of the first two," he says. He then tilts his head. "You might ride in my pocket a bit, and you could play Boost Mode for me when I'm playing New Super Mario Bros. U, but other than that, mostly my pet."
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Janessa sighs, knowing that this was going to happen. "Alright..." It would take a while for her to get used to this new life and it will take even more time for her to smile like she did when he first saw her.
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Just then, the doorbell rings, and Matt slips her into his breast pocket as he goes and gets up to answer the door.
To his surprise, it was the head manager, and a police officer. "Where is she?" the officer asks, sounding as if he was confirming that she had indeed shrunk, rather than a cop who'd found a kidnapper.
Suddenly, a thought forces itself through to Janessa's head, originating from the disguised elf but she probably didn't know it...most people didn't. It's probably a good idea to poke my head out from wherever I'm hiding...
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Janessa hears the commotion from Matt's pocket, guessing that it was a police officer. A part of her was saying that maybe the people out there could help her in a way. Another side of it could be that they would steal her and keep her for themselves. She was still contemplating when she heard her conscious- She guessed it was her guide- telling her to poke her head out. At first, she hesitates but for whatever the reason, she felt she could trust the voice in her head and slowly poked her head out to see.
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The police officer sees her poke her head out, and nods. "Yep," he says, comparing Janessa to a plastic card, probably her ID. "That's her. She's yours," he says, and hands Matt a different plastic card before walking away.
The winter-capped man smiles, and sets a box on the ground inside Matt's door, sending her one last thought before he follows the cop: I will derive pleasure from fulfilling my new master's wishes, no matter how crazy they seem...
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At first reaction, her jaw drops, not believing that the police were actually okay with the situation. She also spots a man in a winter-cap, who seems either caring or mysterious, maybe even both. Another thought came into her head and she blinked absent-mindly. She has a strong mind, but she felt a little accepting at it. She looks at the new card and the box that Matt has been given.
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Matt opens the box after closing the door. Inside was Janessa's wardrobe, now shrunken to her size. Obviously the two had been to her apartment.
Matt shrugs, and lifts her out of the pocket and sets her on the ground beside the box, as he carries the box to his bedroom. He'd unintentionally left the proof-of-ownership card on the ground beside her.
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Janessa waits for him instinctively, looking at the card that contained both Matt's name and Janessa's name and legel proof that she now belonged to him.
"What kind of world are we living in?!" She whispered to herself, picking up the card with difficulty. Based on what she knew, she guessed that somehow, someone or a group must have convinced the government to allow slavery and ownership to a person despite America being a free country and all the freedoms all beings had. Now due to this card, if she were to run away, they would take her back.
Frustrated, she lifts up the card, struggling with it against her back. She looks around until she finds a paper shredder on the floor that was capable of shredding things like credit cards. With a smile of hope, she dashes to the end of the table, looks to see Matt not coming and throws it into the shredder. While doing so, she trips and falls down until she lands on a pillow on the floor. Dazed, she crawls off the pillow and unknowingly staggers into a mouse hole.
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Matt comes back when he hears the paper shredder. Had she somehow fallen in? He looks in and sighs in relief when he sees that she had not. But if she had tried to shread that card, she would have fallen on that pillow there, and rolled off and...aha! There she was! He reaches into the mousehole and pinches the back of her shirt with the two fingers he could reach into it. He pulls her out, and dangles her near his face. "Trying to escape?" He sighs, and calls the number he'd seen on the card, and informs them that she'd shredded it.
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All that Janessa did was look away with a pout and a frown, crossing her arms a bit as she was held. She didn't care if she was punished or not, but at least she tried.
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He sighs, and slips her into the pocket. "Well," he says, "until I know you're not gonna try and escape, I guess I'll have to keep you close."
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She sighs as well, accustomed to the pocket. "Not like I have a choice..." It seemed official to her now. Her new owner was cruel, inconsiderate, and heartless and there was nothing, not even the strange thoughts in her head, that would change her mind.
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He frowns. "You realize, if you'd chosen the Moony, you'd be the one owning me right now? How do you think you'd be reacting if you met someone who fulfils your bill for the perfect man in terms of appearance, then he shrinks and you learn that you now own him?"
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She thinks about that. If she would have picked the Moon Juice, he would be the small one being owned. She realizes that if she did that, he would be in her situation, probably doing the same thing. Deciding to not hide her feelings any longer, she stands up from the pocket as tall as she could.
"But that's just being selfish! I know that you're trying to survive this, but it's still wrong! Just appearances doesn't make a perfect someone. If I were to own you, I would at least be kinder, considerate, and give you a little free will or maybe some choice... not just being a selfish asshole who was at the wrong place at the right time and takes the opportunity to own tiny slaves without asking them! Can't you just think for others for once?!" She shouts at the top of her lungs, breathing heavily.
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He sighs, and pushes her back down in the pocket, buttoning it shut. "I would give you some free reign," he says, "if I knew you weren't gonna try to escape." He sighs. "If you did escape, what would you do? You're three inches tall, and very pretty. You don't think someone worse than me would sieze the opportunity, turning you into their sextoy or even maybe snack?"
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