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EmdZeldabegin

2015-11-14T22:35:25Z

Zaick:

Zelda is the lead singer to Pink Laceration, a generally small known heavy metal band that runs both the fact it is populated by females, as well as the general gimmick it would have an aspect of "cuteness" and, well, death. It truly was not Zelda's idea. It was Selena's, who insisted Zelda's incredible screaming voice would get them far. It got them somewhere, at least. Their current show is supposed to run 30 minutes in a music festival, which was a great honor for them - managerless and local. In order to put on the best show, they are pulling out all the gimmicks. Pink prop knives, pink ribbons, fake blood, a costume change after three songs (planning on five songs total), at least one song with a small choreographed dance... If anything, it spells disaster, or so Zelda at least thinks. She always thinks they have too much going into an idea - why not just one gimmick instead of a dozen? In the end, the band is amateur, and viewed even by the metal community as "too stunt based" rather than a true metal band. While Zelda sometimes wants to deal with this issue, Selena often carries on with kisses to the confused audience and then continue on.

[[EMDZeldaconcertstart| Zelda]] is a font of energy, a little doubtful of herself at times, but focuses well on what is in front of her. She both sings and plays guitar, as well as does dances that Lulu comes up with. She is dressed in tall boots, fishnet leggings and a fishnet shirt, shorts with a gigantic belt, a short black t-shirt and bra, and a spiked collared black and pink small jacket

Selena is a taller, more robust lady who plays the drums. In general, she is typically just very good at beating things in time. She is brash and is typically incredibly good or incredibly bad at PR. This band was hers to create, and will do anything to keep it going and to have fun. She is dressed in incredibly ripped pants with tons of pins, and a t shirt whose top hole is cut to expose her shoulder and collars. The torn sleeves rest at the top of her arms, which could get in the way of her drumming, but she more just enjoys the tension against her muscles and plays harder.

Lulu is a tall and lithe dancer who plays electric violin, used in all the songs to try to give it a more unique feel. She comes up with little dances, not involving flips or anything, just arm movements, to keep attention focused and energy up. Her focus on Zelda's dancing movements comes from both an extreme attraction as well as a huge passion. She is dressed in a black and pink lacy dress with spaghetti straps that ends above her knees, though is mostly just see through frills until it gets up to her mid thigh. She has fishnet stockings kept up with garters, and high, thick heels.

Ali is the bassist, and has incredibly long, dark hair she uses to cover her face. She mentions she has dreams of being the best bassist in the world, and does play incredibly well, but she is not much for talking. She is dressed in a jacket that can zip up in front, a flowing black shirt, and striped skinny pants. She always refuses to take part in costume changes.

Avery is the tiny keyboardist, who spends her time usually trying to keep up rather than getting into the music. She is about as not-there as it gets, though somehow pulls through with a good, full sound. She is dressed in pink and black spider themed clothes. She has a spiked collar and a tight black tank top that is cut completely open in the back, but then tied in several holes and laces. She has bondage pants with several links to either leg, and also kept tight to her with many belts along them. She has comfortable underwear on, and a tube top under the tank. She does not take part in the costume change.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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EmdZeldabegin

2015-11-14T22:35:01Z

Zaick:

[[File:EMDZelda.jpg]]
Zelda is the lead singer to Pink Laceration, a generally small known heavy metal band that runs both the fact it is populated by females, as well as the general gimmick it would have an aspect of "cuteness" and, well, death. It truly was not Zelda's idea. It was Selena's, who insisted Zelda's incredible screaming voice would get them far. It got them somewhere, at least. Their current show is supposed to run 30 minutes in a music festival, which was a great honor for them - managerless and local. In order to put on the best show, they are pulling out all the gimmicks. Pink prop knives, pink ribbons, fake blood, a costume change after three songs (planning on five songs total), at least one song with a small choreographed dance... If anything, it spells disaster, or so Zelda at least thinks. She always thinks they have too much going into an idea - why not just one gimmick instead of a dozen? In the end, the band is amateur, and viewed even by the metal community as "too stunt based" rather than a true metal band. While Zelda sometimes wants to deal with this issue, Selena often carries on with kisses to the confused audience and then continue on.

[[EMDZeldaconcertstart| Zelda]] is a font of energy, a little doubtful of herself at times, but focuses well on what is in front of her. She both sings and plays guitar, as well as does dances that Lulu comes up with. She is dressed in tall boots, fishnet leggings and a fishnet shirt, shorts with a gigantic belt, a short black t-shirt and bra, and a spiked collared black and pink small jacket

Selena is a taller, more robust lady who plays the drums. In general, she is typically just very good at beating things in time. She is brash and is typically incredibly good or incredibly bad at PR. This band was hers to create, and will do anything to keep it going and to have fun. She is dressed in incredibly ripped pants with tons of pins, and a t shirt whose top hole is cut to expose her shoulder and collars. The torn sleeves rest at the top of her arms, which could get in the way of her drumming, but she more just enjoys the tension against her muscles and plays harder.

Lulu is a tall and lithe dancer who plays electric violin, used in all the songs to try to give it a more unique feel. She comes up with little dances, not involving flips or anything, just arm movements, to keep attention focused and energy up. Her focus on Zelda's dancing movements comes from both an extreme attraction as well as a huge passion. She is dressed in a black and pink lacy dress with spaghetti straps that ends above her knees, though is mostly just see through frills until it gets up to her mid thigh. She has fishnet stockings kept up with garters, and high, thick heels.

Ali is the bassist, and has incredibly long, dark hair she uses to cover her face. She mentions she has dreams of being the best bassist in the world, and does play incredibly well, but she is not much for talking. She is dressed in a jacket that can zip up in front, a flowing black shirt, and striped skinny pants. She always refuses to take part in costume changes.

Avery is the tiny keyboardist, who spends her time usually trying to keep up rather than getting into the music. She is about as not-there as it gets, though somehow pulls through with a good, full sound. She is dressed in pink and black spider themed clothes. She has a spiked collar and a tight black tank top that is cut completely open in the back, but then tied in several holes and laces. She has bondage pants with several links to either leg, and also kept tight to her with many belts along them. She has comfortable underwear on, and a tube top under the tank. She does not take part in the costume change.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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Joemdcrossground4

2015-11-13T02:04:27Z

Zaick:

Very quickly you realize it was a bad idea to try and make it to the stairs. You instruct Wes to go first, so he would not look at you from behind and realize anything. With him in front, you tentatively look back and forth from the stairs to the room behind you while holding the hoodie down. Then, you hear the creaks.

The first moment it happens Wes looks back and sees you are pulling the hoodie downward. He gives a confused look, but also his eyes just keep lingering on the space in between the two halves of the hoodie. Maybe it was only half a second, but his eyes did stay. You think you would feel angered, but there is nothing right now. Instead, there is only falling.

The ground collapses beneath both your feet. Wes jumps toward you, likely in some way trying to help, but the ground is crumbling more underneath him than yourself. You turn back to try and find something to grab, and realize that the boards you are on top of are snapping just next to you - you manage to lay your arms across the remaining, snapped boards, falling between the rotten struts that were supposed to keep you and Wes aloft. Not only do you slide downward, but you feel Wes's arms around your hips, gripping hard. You look down to see him, his legs slightly dangling, looking upward in fright. His hands start to slip, and he tries to grasp again, better on you.

"No!" You yell as his hand grabs your leggings. You feel them begin to slide down your thigh, and you kick his face with your free leg.

He falls immediately downward, landing on his back feet below. The kick also pulled his strong arm down on your leggings while he grasped, his eyes closed and face hurting. Down your legs go your leggings, pulled and shredded. You are not far behind. With nothing to grip, you slide downward and fall. Your climbing instinct trains you to try and position yourself to roll, turning around, but the ground is not far away. You land on Wes with a thud.

Both of your groan, Wes likely hurting more than you. You are actually quite cushioned - the fall was not that far. No where near as far as you have fallen before. Your legs are initially together, and you realize you have effectively kneed Wes in the stomach. You spread them off his stomach quickly, "Oh no!" You say. Wes breaths hard, and you look to see if there is any bruising. Maybe there will be - you can't tell, really.

Wes opens his eyes slightly. "You aren't gonna kick me?" He asks softly.

You shake your head. "I panicked. Are you alright?" You lean forward to touch brush debris off his face.

"I..." He begins, then looks a little further down. You look down as well, and see that your open hoodie is showing very well the entirety of your collar and in between your breasts after the fall. The sight goes straight down, showing off nearly all of both your breasts before the zippers catch at either nipple, and slowly come together at the very low point below your navel. Your spread legs have positioned your naked crotch directly at the front of his pants, and your movement to lean forward has slightly grinded you upon him.

"Sorry!" He says and looks away. "Um. I'll turn around."

You sheepishly get off of him, pulling together the hoodie again. You wish you at least had a belt - something. As you move your leg, you feel a slight bump. What was that? Well, of course it was that. But now? With you?

You see him turn around, though as he does he groans. "Ah. Back." He says. His back is not bleeding, but has lots of debris stuck to it. A fall like that would definitely hurt, and you worry about the swim back.

Both of you hear a sound above you. "What th-" It is the voice of an old man. You back away from the light cast by the hole. Wes slowly drags himself with you, and you realize he is not moving fast enough. He might be seen, so you grab Wes by the arms and pull him to you. He collapses into you in the darkness, his body atop yours in the mess of the basement dustiness. You feel his back a moment.

"Damn wet ground!" The old voice says. "I knew this was... What is this, a spill? What - clothes?" The footsteps get farther. You figure the two of you are found out, and would likely be down here. It may be dark, but there does not seem to be much any place to hide.

And now, Wes is on you, hardly moving. You feel his breath against your ear. "What do we do?" You ask.

"Ugh. I think walking is fine. I should be fine in a bit. Hang on. Can you see?"

You realize now you can see a little - your eyes adjusting, you notice copious amounts of dust blankets strewn across the ground and different pieces of old furniture. This is just storage, quite simply. You still do not see a door leading down here, but it is just one huge room. It would help to [[Joemdexplorebasement5| explore]] such a large area, although with Wes injured, you may want to [[Joemdhidefabric5| hide]] for a while, and under any one of these dozens of piles of fabric seems good enough.

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet Black hoodie with zipper broken up-front down to navel, boots, wet ripped black socks </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Worried greatly about Wes </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> (with Wes) knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, rope, pepperspray </td>
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[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Joemdcrossground4

2015-11-13T02:03:34Z

Zaick:

Very quickly you realize it was a bad idea to try and make it to the stairs. You instruct Wes to go first, so he would not look at you from behind and realize anything. With him in front, you tentatively look back and forth from the stairs to the room behind you while holding the hoodie down. Then, you hear the creaks.

The first moment it happens Wes looks back and sees you are pulling the hoodie downward. He gives a confused look, but also his eyes just keep lingering on the space in between the two halves of the hoodie. Maybe it was only half a second, but his eyes did stay. You think you would feel angered, but there is nothing right now. Instead, there is only falling.

The ground collapses beneath both your feet. Wes jumps toward you, likely in some way trying to help, but the ground is crumbling more underneath him than yourself. You turn back to try and find something to grab, and realize that the boards you are on top of are snapping just next to you - you manage to lay your arms across the remaining, snapped boards, falling between the rotten struts that were supposed to keep you and Wes aloft. Not only do you slide downward, but you feel Wes's arms around your hips, gripping hard. You look down to see him, his legs slightly dangling, looking upward in fright. His hands start to slip, and he tries to grasp again, better on you.

"No!" You yell as his hand grabs your leggings. You feel them begin to slide down your thigh, and you kick his face with your free leg.

He falls immediately downward, landing on his back feet below. The kick also pulled his strong arm down on your leggings while he grasped, his eyes closed and face hurting. Down your legs go your leggings, pulled and shredded. You are not far behind. With nothing to grip, you slide downward and fall. Your climbing instinct trains you to try and position yourself to roll, turning around, but the ground is not far away. You land on Wes with a thud.

Both of your groan, Wes likely hurting more than you. You are actually quite cushioned - the fall was not that far. No where near as far as you have fallen before. Your legs are initially together, and you realize you have effectively kneed Wes in the stomach. You spread them off his stomach quickly, "Oh no!" You say. Wes breaths hard, and you look to see if there is any bruising. Maybe there will be - you can't tell, really.

Wes opens his eyes slightly. "You aren't gonna kick me?" He asks softly.

You shake your head. "I panicked. Are you alright?" You lean forward to touch brush debris off his face.

"I..." He begins, then looks a little further down. You look down as well, and see that your open hoodie is showing very well the entirety of your collar and in between your breasts after the fall. The sight goes straight down, showing off nearly all of both your breasts before the zippers catch at either nipple, and slowly come together at the very low point below your navel. Your spread legs have positioned your naked crotch directly at the front of his pants, and your movement to lean forward has slightly grinded you upon him.

"Sorry!" He says and looks away. "Um. I'll turn around."

You sheepishly get off of him, pulling together the hoodie again. You wish you at least had a belt - something. As you move your leg, you feel a slight bump. What was that? Well, of course it was that. But now? With you?

You see him turn around, though as he does he groans. "Ah. Back." He says. His back is not bleeding, but has lots of debris stuck to it. A fall like that would definitely hurt, and you worry about the swim back.

Both of you hear a sound above you. "What th-" It is the voice of an old man. You back away from the light cast by the hole. Wes slowly drags himself with you, and you realize he is not moving fast enough. He might be seen, so you grab Wes by the arms and pull him to you. He collapses into you in the darkness, his body atop yours in the mess of the basement dustiness. You feel his back a moment.

"Damn wet ground!" The old voice says. "I knew this was... What is this, a spill? What - clothes?" The footsteps get farther. You figure the two of you are found out, and would likely be down here. It may be dark, but there does not seem to be much any place to hide.

And now, Wes is on you, hardly moving. You feel his breath against your ear. "What do we do?" You ask.

"Ugh. I think walking is fine. I should be fine in a bit. Hang on. Can you see?"

You realize now you can see a little - your eyes adjusting, you notice copious amounts of dust blankets strewn across the ground and different pieces of old furniture. This is just storage, quite simply. You still do not see a door leading down here, but it is just one huge room. It would help to [[Joemdexplorebasement5| explore]] such a large area, although with Wes injured, you may want to [[Joemdhidefabric5| hide]] for a while, and under any one of these dozens of piles of fabric seems good enough.

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet Black hoodie with zipper broken up-front down to navel, boots, wet ripped black socks </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Worried greatly about Wes </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> (with Wes) knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, rope, pepperspray </td>
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[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

EMDzeldamroeenergy2

2015-11-13T01:59:14Z

Zaick:

Zelda burst into the second song. Her fingers were trained enough to keep going in the rain, and each time she thought she made a mistake she would jump even more, and scream even louder.

At a key climactic moment of the song, she had to be close to Lulu to be stabbed, but until then she had her own free reign. It meant she went too far stage right, and her guitar became unplugged.

It actually happened at the best time it could - a short respite she was not playing in. There was a click that sounded, but it was hardly an issue. She jogged back to the amp and plugged the end back in. As she stood back up with her guitar, she felt herself become stuck.

The whole set of shelves that kept the amp and the like together was shoddy work. It had to be switched out every band. Still, it did not forgive the sharp edges that now the end of Zelda's shorts. She had to get back into playing, but as she stood up, she felt a small tear in the shorts and she fell forward - stumbling into the crowd.

At first, she thought it was all over. She would not come in at the right time, and no one would know what to do. Her bandmates, however, kept playing. They just went on with another riff, carrying them forward. Ali was at this point playing like crazy, and with Avery mashing whatever sort of keys she felt and Lulu dancing, it seemed planned.

All except the fact that Zelda did not actually want to be crowd surfing. It was jarring and strange, with hands passing her around. She never went too far away from the stage, as she still was holding the guitar, and since no one wanted to flip her over and threaten her dropping it, all the hands were on her back and legs. It was working, though. Everyone in the crowd was excited. They were recording the show, and how crazy everyone was getting.

Zelda angled herself to get back toward the stage, where Lulu waited with the prop knife. She would be presented to Lulu, then stabbed, and it would be as amazing as any finale they could hope for - except of course this was the second song.

It all seemed to be going as perfectly as could be - Selena took the cue and sprayed the fake blood across the stage, and Lulu stabbed Zelda - they were missing some lyrics, but people got the point. Lulu then took Zelda's rather limp body by the arms and started to drag her on stage. Zelda, however, felt a quick hand under her jacket, and then another under her belt. The large belt actually did not keep anything up - it sat over the shorts for the look She felt her bra become unclasped, and in a deft movement, both her straps undone. The bra whisked away with a sharp pull from under her shirt, ripping the fishnet shirt along the way. Her shorts peeled out from under her belt in a sudden movement. By the time Zelda was on stage looking back, there was just a sea of fans.

Zelda backed from the edge of the stage. She felt attacked and bare, despite the jacket and two shirts. Her belt actually covered her about as much as the shorts did from its size, but it was not flexible, and too much leg movement could ride them up high enough for people to see only underwear would be underneath, or if they went down too low see the top of the pair. It stuck well to her, but it was like wearing a stiff mini skirt.

Maybe some of the audience noticed, but Lulu certainly did not, and in between the second and third song pranced around the stage in victory. Zelda slowly stood up, hearing Selena start the next song. If she made it another song, she could get to the wardrobe change and fix some of these problems. All she had to do was dance wearing a belt. She could try and do everything [[ZeldaEMDnormaldance3| normally]], just further back on the stage than planned, or she could explain to Selena they should switch songs to their fourth one since they were so successful with this one - [[Zeldaemdsavedance3| save the dance]] for after the change, and use it to rile up to the finale.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Slightly wet jacket, slightly wet fishnet stockings, incredibly large belt, short t-shirt, fine fishnet shirt, panties, boots </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Unsure, nervous, legs close together </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar, unused packet of fake blood </td>
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EMDZeldadriesguitar2

2015-11-13T01:52:09Z

Zaick:

Zelda does not think too hard about it. She takes off her jacket first and throws it to the side. With a wardrobe change coming eventually, it would only save time. She tries to use her small t shirt to wipe the guitar, but it does not stretch very far. Her solution is to take the shirt off and wipe the guitar down, but realizes what she has done right then. She is standing in the fishnet shirt, which even when on stage, would be see through enough to make out her bra.

Without even time to think through what she did, Selena counted off the next song. Zelda looked back in fear, the crowd cheering wildly at her. Selena is obviously having fun, keeping Zelda from putting her shirt back on. Zelda drops the shirt and spins around, beginning the next song.

Lulu dances in this one, with which she does impeccably even while playing the violin. It mostly involves her legs, which she can bend and kick with graceful ease. She has a routine, with the song sort of telling a story, which eventually leads Lulu to stab Zelda in the middle of a scream.

Moments before the stabbing occurs, Selena would release the blood across the stage. Lulu stabs Zelda while she lifts her guitar, which in all rehearsals always turned out well. Fake blood would squirt, pink ribbons would start to fly, and the third song would start shortly after that.

This time, however, the fishnet shirt caught the prop dagger. As Lulu pulled away and the blood flowed between them, the shirt came with her. Lulu looked up to Zelda alarmed, and Zelda was completely shocked, one strap of her bra slipping half down her shoulder.

Only Ali was playing in time at this point, finishing the song and staring at the others, annoyed. Avery proceeded to try and peek around and see what they were up to, which caused her to slip on some of the fake blood. The piano stayed fine, just rolling a little away from her. She tried to stand up a few times, constantly tangled in her bondage pants which, with each stumble, sat lower on her hips. A couple of the dozen ties on the back of her tank top came loose. She eventually sat up, completely unaware the strain on her made pants caused the front button to pop.

Selena, seeing Zelda's body was a third exposed, slipped her arms out of her own shirt to not be one-upped. Her top only covered by a bra, she began to count off the third song.

Zelda held her hands up and waved them, which did actually stop Selena, somehow. Perhaps Selena actually realized Avery was not even at her piano yet, and Lulu had not yet even dropped the knife attached to the ripped apart fishnet.

With a short moment of respite, Zelda had to decide fast what she wanted to fix before the next song began. With her guitar back in front of her, she would not have much showing off, but then remembered this was the dance number. She removed the guitar during that. It was uncomfortable to think about, and the crowd was laughing, jeering, and cheering at this point. She could take the time to [[ZeldaemdhelpAvery3| help Avery]] up and get on with the show, or she could leave Avery to figure things out while she put her [[Zeldaemdshirt3| shirt]] back on.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> slightly wet fishnet stockings, slightly wet shorts, incredibly large belt, bra, panties, boots </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Alarmingly half exposed </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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ZeldaemdhelpAvery3

2015-11-11T03:56:26Z

Zaick:

Zelda moved to Avery, leaving Lulu and her clothes behind. She knelt down and took Avery's hands, slowly bringing her up. Avery looked at Zelda's near toplessness and gasped. "Oh no! Were we taking our tops off?"

"No." Zelda said in a hushed tone, and then realized her voice was still playing for the crowd. They could not hear Avery's question, but still, Zelda had to keep herself mute.

Avery looked to Ali, still fully clothed, then Selena, who was dressed more akin to Zelda. She looked to Lulu, who was normally dressed, and then confused back to Zelda. "Is it just you and Selena then? That leaves us out." Avery ran to Lulu and unzipped the back of the dress. Lulu gasped and held it closed while Selena laughed. Avery began to make her way to Ali, all the while undoing the ties on the back of her shirt. The crowd began to cheer again, but for a different reason.

Lulu continued to struggle to zip the dress back up, but could not quite reach the zipper. The dress stayed on due to the straps, but now was rather loose up top. Selena continued to jeer by the drums as Avery let the shirt fall, her top half now only in a tube top. As she made her way to Ali, the bassist kicked Avery back and shot a glare to Selena, who only shrugged and began the third song.

Beginning the next song without a keyboardist was not an issue, and Avery was crawling her way back to the piano as the song went on. As she stood up to it, her pants sat half way down her butt to expose her panties, but she still did not seem to notice.

Lulu and Zelda began their dance a little into the song, dropping the guitar while Avery returned to serenading them on the keyboard. Despite the lack of shirt, Zelda only had to worry about her exposed back and stomach.

Lulu, however, constantly felt her straps slipping off her shoulders. She finished with a small bow, which she cut short. The straps made their way up her arms, which caused the front of the dress to fall forward. She immediately brought her arms back to cover her chest, which in turn left the dress hanging at her elbows and stomach, her breasts only covered by her hands. The crowd cheered more as Lulu backed away in fear. Zelda moved in front of her and felt Lulu pressed against her back. The two backed away as the song came to a clumsy finish, with the crowd thinking this more a comedy act than a real metal routine. As Lulu moved back a bit further, she tripped. Her arms grabbed for Zelda, but only managed to pull Zelda's belt and shorts down with her. Zelda fell forward which covered her display of underwear, but still, she had to run backstage with Lulu, both much more exposed than before. Lulu's kept Zelda's shorts over her chest. Behind them, Selena cheered on harder. Stage hands proceeded to fix the stage up, and Selena joined them.

"That was amazing!" She laughed.

"That was HORRIBLE." Lulu said, "Zelda I am so sorry."

Zelda stood in aghast behind the curtain. She had to focus, though, and shook her head. "Selena, go get Avery. She'll need to change like us."

Selena shrugged and brought Avery with them, leaving Ali alone. Ali, never saying anything, just proceeded to play a few practice riffs while the audience continued to whoop and holler.

The four looked from backstage to the tents. It had been taken over. "What?" Selena demanded, seeing the next band had taken its place. Of course they had - they would be starting soon. Their clothes had been moved back to their car area, which was too far.

"What do we do?" Lulu said, backstage again. The zipper of her dress was actually broken by Avery.

"Fuck it, let's just go out [[Zeldaemdgoeslikethat4| like we are]]." Selena suggested. "I mean you have your pants still, Zelda, and we can hold back on dancing for you, Lulu."

Lulu slowly handed Zelda the shorts back and kept her chest covered. They were alone behind the curtain, but she was still modest in front of the three. Zelda saw the shorts' fly was broken open.

"I think they took our other clothes." Avery said. "Those stage people."

She was right. Not wanting more tripping to cause insurance issues, they saw their other clothes were off stage.

"I've got a million safety pins on my pants for Lulu's dress." Selena suggested. "And for any ideas you might have."

"What about your pants?" Lulu asked.

"Like I need pants!" Selena laughed.

Consolidating the clothes was also possible. [[ZeldaemdAverybelt4| Avery could give her tube top to Lulu for help with dancing, and then wear Zelda's belt as a top.]] Alternatively, Avery could be left as is, as wearing only a belt on top might spill trouble for how she acts, and instead use the [[Zeldaemdgivesstockings4| fishnet stockings to wrap around Lulu's chest for support.]] Double layered they would not be as see through.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> slightly wet fishnet stockings, slightly wet shorts, incredibly large belt, bra, panties, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Quickly Considering </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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EMDZeldadriesguitar2

2015-11-11T03:47:09Z

Zaick:

Zelda does not think too hard about it. She takes off her jacket first and throws it to the side. With a wardrobe change coming eventually, it would only save time. She tries to use her small t shirt to wipe the guitar, but it does not stretch very far. Her solution is to take the shirt off and wipe the guitar down, but realizes what she has done right then. She is standing in the fishnet shirt, which even when on stage, would be see through enough to make out her bra.

Without even time to think through what she did, Selena counted off the next song. Zelda looked back in fear, the crowd cheering wildly at her. Selena is obviously having fun, keeping Zelda from putting her shirt back on. Zelda drops the shirt and spins around, beginning the next song.

Lulu dances in this one, with which she does impeccably even while playing the violin. It mostly involves her legs, which she can bend and kick with graceful ease. She has a routine, with the song sort of telling a story, which eventually leads Lulu to stab Zelda in the middle of a scream.

Moments before the stabbing occurs, Selena would release the blood across the stage. She is always a little early, but that is normal for her. Lulu stabs Zelda while she lifts her guitar, which in all rehearsals always turned out well. Fake blood would squirt, pink ribbons would start to fly, and the third song would start shortly after that.

This time, however, the fishnet shirt caught the prop dagger. As Lulu pulled away and the blood flowed between them, the shirt came with her. Lulu looked up to Zelda alarmed, and Zelda was completely shocked, one strap of her bra slipping half down her shoulder - it was a good thing considering shocked was what she was supposed to act like.

Only Ali was playing in time at this point, finishing the song and staring at the others, annoyed. Avery proceeded to try and peek around and see what they were up to, which caused her to slip on some of the fake blood. The piano stayed fine, just rolling a little away from her. She tried to stand up a few times, constantly tangled in her bondage pants which, with each stumble, sat lower on her hips. A couple of the dozen ties on the back of her tank top came loose. She eventually sat up, completely unaware the strain on her made pants caused the front button to pop.

Selena, seeing Zelda's fit body was a third exposed, slipped her arms out of her own shirt to not be one-upped. Her top only covered by a bra, she began to count off the third song. This time, though, Zelda stopped her.

Zelda held her hands up and waved them, which did actually stop Selena, somehow. Perhaps Selena actually realized Avery was not even at her piano yet, and Lulu had not yet even dropped the knife attached to the ripped apart fishnet.

With a short moment of respite, Zelda had to decide fast what she wanted to fix before the next song began. With her guitar back in front of her, she would not have much showing off, but then remembered this was the dance number. She removed the guitar during that. It was uncomfortable to think about, and the crowd was both laughing and jeering and cheering at this point. She could take the time to [[ZeldaemdhelpAvery3| help Avery]] up and get on with the show, or she could leave Avery to figure things out while she put her [[Zeldaemdshirt3| shirt]] back on.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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</td></tr>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> slightly wet fishnet stockings, slightly wet shorts, incredibly large belt, bra, panties, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Alarmingly half exposed </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
</tr>

</table>

EMDZeldaconcertstart

2015-11-11T03:36:39Z

Zaick:

On this hot day in the concert by the river, Zelda's heart beat frantically before even heading out from backstage. The stage was outside, so they prepped in a set of tents that held their costume changes. Several stage hands were now prepping their equipment.

"ALRIGHT!" Selena said while rubbing her hands together. "Today is the day!"

"For what?" Ali asked, unamused.

"For whatever we want!" Selena announced. "For all of us to get laid! For all the managers to want to represent us, or, fuck them, all the studios to put our album together!"

Zelda kept bouncing up and down, somehow thinking it would help calm herself. She had done concerts before, sure, but now there would be hundreds of people watching on an unfamiliar stage...

"I hope there's food here." Avery said while playing with the straps of her pants. "Or else everyone will be hungry."

Lulu tuned her violin for the tenth time, looking timidly to Zelda, then all the others. "I'm sure we'll all be fine. Zelda, are you ready?"

Zelda nodded and spun around, her hands on her hips. "Ready!" She moved next to the stage, still behind the curtain, seeing they were about to be announced.

"Song one is normal." Selena says in her fast, almost manic fashion. "Song two we bring out the knives and the blood! Song three we have a dance, then a wardrobe change after that. Song four we throw around a bunch of ribbons and get energy up as much as we can before the finale! Five! Blood! Knives! Dancing! Everything together!"

"And what am I supposed to do while you three change?" Ali asked.

"Tell a joke, why don't you?" Selena snapped back.

"I know at least two really good ones." Avery offered.

They were announced. Zelda ran out onto the stage, her vision tunneled to the microphone. She whipped up her guitar and looked back to see everyone else get into place. Zelda held up a hand while the crowd, who were only half aware after so many concerts, cheered. She had to get them going as much as possible.

The first song opened with a scream. It was strong and proud, without a hint of error until the second half when Avery seemed to be paying more attention to having the ability to push her piano around on wheels across the stage rather than playing. Zelda rocked her body and ran up and down the stage, getting at least the front row going with her beat. Only when nearing the end of the first song did things go truly awry.

Zelda could hear over the song and cheering Avery squealing in delight as the first droplets fell on them. Not only was the warped wooden stage wet and slippery, but the instruments themselves were becoming harder to play. It was not a pelting rain, and honestly, it seemed to wake the crowd up even more. If Zelda played it out right, they might even come out the other end better than they started. The rain ended by the time they got through the first song.

She had an issue of her guitar being wet. She saw that Ali had already mostly dried her own bass with her shirt without missing a beat. She could do things like that. Avery likely had not a care in the world, but the ties keeping her shirt together in the back were wet and hanging. The water somehow only made Lulu look more majestic, and with a ballerina like twirl that sprayed some water off her dress to get it from clinging to her legs, she was back in business. Selena in the back seemed to revel in the wetness the most. Her top, already completely loose around her shoulders, rode lower to show off her ample cleavage. She was far in the back, but she still leaned forward completely in between songs while yelling. In between the first and second song, Zelda could [[EMDZeldadriesguitar2| dry off]] her guitar to not worry about slipping up using her own shirt. Alternatively, she could make up for any slips just by having that much [[EMDzeldamroeenergy2| more energy]]. This was the first gimmick song, after all, and involved Selena spraying fake blood and Lulu stabbing Zelda with a prop knife at the end.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Slightly wet jacket, slightly wet fishnet stockings, slightly wet shorts, incredibly large belt, short t-shirt, fine fishnet shirt, bra, panties, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Nervous </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar, packet of fake blood </td>
</tr>

</table>

EmdZeldabegin

2015-11-11T03:32:35Z

Zaick:

Meghanbegin

2015-11-11T03:27:52Z

Zaick:

== Megan Arrives ==

It is a hot, humid day in the bustling city beside a river. Megan has finished her much-too-long business trip, finally, and it has ended in what she can only assume would be shambles. Then again, not much has happened yet, but such is the life with corporate business.

Upon returning home, she spent no time at all prepping herself to go out again. She needed to blow off steam, and she knew the best way to do so. She was not the most avid gym goer, but she did try and go once or twice a week - she rarely had time otherwise, but it worked out well. She was never unfit to begin with. It felt like more of a venue to let out pent up energy she had to keep in during the day.

The gym itself was incredibly large, and featured all sorts of things. Typically, Megan went for the same sorts of activities. A [[emdmeganyoga1| yoga class]], a [[emdmegansauna1| sauna]], and [[emdmeganboxing1| kickboxing]].

The gym itself is set in a sprawling area complete with small offices, seating areas, large class rooms, storage closets, a pool, spinning rooms, lockers and showers, weights, spinning, and treadmills. It is, however, set horizontally due to being a part of a gigantic hotel, taking up nearly all of the second floor.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Black tank top, sports bra, sweats, athletic briefs, sneakers, athletic socks </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Fuming </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Bag of change of casual clothes, ipod, spare towel, elastic shorts, boxing bandages </td>
</tr>

</table>

Meghanbegin

2015-11-11T03:12:12Z

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== Megan Arrives ==

It is a hot, humid day in the bustling city beside a river. Megan has finished her much-too-long business trip, finally, and it has ended in what she can only assume would be shambles. Then again, not much has happened yet, but such is the life with corporate business.

Upon returning home, she spent no time at all prepping herself to go out again. She needed to blow off steam, and she knew the best way to do so. She was not the most avid gym goer, but she did try and go once or twice a week - she rarely had time otherwise, but it worked out well. She was never unfit to begin with. It felt like more of a venue to let out pent up energy she had to keep in during the day.

The gym itself was incredibly large, and featured all sorts of things. Typically, Megan went for the same sorts of activities. A [[emdmeganyoga1| yoga class]], a [[emdmegansauna1| sauna]], and [[emdmeganboxing1| kickboxing]].

The gym itself is set in a sprawling area complete with small offices, seating areas, large class rooms, storage closets, a pool, spinning rooms, lockers and showers, weights, spinning, and treadmills. It is, however, set horizontally due to being a part of a gigantic hotel, taking up nearly all of the second floor.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Black tank top, sports bra, sweats, elastic shorts, sneakers, athletic socks </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Fuming </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Bag of change of casual clothes, ipod, spare towel, boxing bandages </td>
</tr>

</table>

Embarrassing Day

2015-11-08T01:42:56Z

Zaick:

== '''Embarrassing Day''' ==

It is a hot, humid day (or night) in a sprawling modern (or fantasy) city beside a river. The story follows different girls trying on a day attempting to overcome a slow exposure of circumstances, and make it to their goal. The story involves nudity, though cuts short at outright violence. It can feature sex, if it makes sense to lead that way. There will be multiple scenarios and characters, though the theme remains the same. The path will be slow, and the rewards can be sexual, but not necessarily always that far. The idea is to have around 100 pages a character, with around 30 different endings (more for Arianna due to two main starting paths).

'''Modern Options''' -

[[emdZeldabegin| Zelda]] is the lead singer of an amateur heavy metal band. She is an energetic fit lady of normal height and wild bleached hair, and paired with four others that make her band. They are performing on an old, but large venue in front of many - certainly nothing can go wrong.

[[Ariannabegin| Arianna]] is a butterfly farmer who sells her specimen to the zoo. She has heard of a rare monarch that has been spotted in the new garden that is a part of the incredibly large forested city park. She is in her late twenties, slightly tall, and toned.
Alternatively, there is also the optional starting point of the other set of branches where Arianna starts off with one of five injured costumes and has to make it 20 blocks in the middle of the busy day to [[Ariannaemdcostumes3| reach her home]]. This is a specific path in Arianna's story, but since it takes a bit of a shift here, the link is here to just start at this point.

[[Meghanbegin| Megan]] is a fit lady who has undergone a stressful five day business trip. Finally returning to her normal routine, she has set herself to go to the gym and work off some extra steam, and subsequently relax. Unfortunately, it may not be so simple.

[[Corabegin| Cora]] is a book enthusiast in her early twenties. She wears large, circular glasses and has wide hips. She spends the majority of her time in the city-block sized county library, where she hopes to visit and read the rare books. The rare books, however, are typically kept locked away from normal eyes.

[[Jobegin| Jo]] is a graffiti artist who has one job she has aspired to: there is a four story mansion of such size in the smaller section of the river, that if painted, would be able to be seen by all in the city. She is 19, an avid climber and runner with short hair, and typically works with a partner in crime named Wes.

'''Fantasy Options''' -

[[EMDAdventurebegin| Fiora's Adventuring Group]] is a rather respected mercenary group of four. Fiora the half elf fighter, Alma the gnome rogue, Poppy the elven sorceress, and Rhalve the human cleric. They are in a quest to route an evil necromancer from his tower for the good of the nearby town, though may face many embarrassing issues along the way.

[[LilyMaarabegin| Lily and Maara]] are two witches competing for last place in their entrance exams. They fight in a specialized area watched by dozens of judges with their magic, wits, and strength, for the last place in the Magic Academy. Their bodies are protected by magic, although not anything else. While defeat by modesty is not necessarily typical for this test, it could happen. Lily is a smaller, thin lady, while Maara is much more filled out and curvy.

'''Scifi/Paranormal Options''' -

[[Samibegin| Sami]] is a slimeroach exterminator. By the year 2090, semisolid salt-water based hungry creatures have infested society. Impervious to any sort of poison, gas, or weapon, the only solution seems to be dehydration and fire. Unfortunately, many infested areas can not simply be burned to solve the issue. Exterminators began to sprout up, using bbguns that fire dehydration pellets that suck the roaches up, and then get swept away for cremation. Sami is fit, small, and slender, using her size to reach areas not able to be reached by others. She works with two others named Pila and Rat, in a job to clean out an incredibly large wood complex.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
</tr>

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AriannaemdInvestigateForCocoons1

2015-10-23T01:54:13Z

Zaick:

Arianna knew she has the whole day ahead of her, so she mad her way to the shrub line to see if any cocoons might be around to keep track of. With diligence and time, she thought she might see one come out, and study what they look like first hand. The forest proper is behind the shrubs, and she did not think she had to go quite that far. Closer to the trees now, despite how it is more shaded, the humidity picks up more, and she fans her dress. She begins to fear that if this keeps up she will need to go back for more water before noon.

Ten minutes pass, but Arianna feels no time at all. She is hunting through bushes and leaves, and finds something further down the shrub line. She does not want to harm anything, but has to step into the bushes and brambles timidly. The bushes themselves go almost to her neck, and she slowly kneels further into them, trying her hardest not to affect anything as she weaves closer.

There it is - a cocoon. To many, these all look the same, but to her trained eyes, she knew it was at least belonging to a monarch. She began to reach for her notepad, all the while moving a little closer - a bad idea. With the shifting and not paying attention, she is suddenly caught. She cranes her neck to see a bush caught her sundress. She turns to try and attend to it, but then her shoulder moves into another bush, causing both the slip and the thick strap of the dress to become tangled in, pulling them slightly off her shoulder, and pinning one arm down. The branches are not strong, but Arianna does not want to harm the environment she is in.

Behind her, movement begins. The cocoon itself! She panics - if this is the monarch she is looking for, she must see it - even capture it! Her hand grips the net, but by now, the cocoon is behind her. She could [[Ariannaemdturnsaround2| turn around]] to catch it, but that would not only disrupt the bushes greatly, but also the shoulder straps, and possibly the side of the dress. On the other hand, she could [[Ariannaemdtakessometime2| take some time]] - butterflies take a minute or so to birth. It would be the safest thing.

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<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Wide hat, snagged beige sundress, snagged white slip, cotton panties, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> A bit frantic </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Bag of boxes and pins, water bottle, butterfly catching net, pencil, notepad </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Ariannabegin

2015-10-23T01:49:32Z

Zaick:

== '''Embarrassing Day''' ==

It is a hot, humid day in a sprawling city beside a river.

Arianna is a butterfly farmer who sells her specimen to the zoo. She is in her late twenties, tall, and strong. Her job requires a good bit of walking, exploring, and keeping up gardens.

Arianna has always loved butterflies, and her job now has given her happiness she always wanted. Recently, she heard of a new monarch, richly diverse in color from the others native to the area beside the flower garden of the city's park. She began early in the day, and headed to the gigantic forest park. She had with her her boxes to catch deceased butterflies, or even caterpillars or cocoons. Despite being a little dated in practice, she also still carried a net.

She arrived at the park in the midst of the new garden, and moved up and down the rows of plants. She is not the only one here, but it is rather early, and the park tended not to bustle up until later in the day. Arianna is not certain how many days she might have to try to be here to observe the butterfly, but she is certain she will, and will try and try again until she does. Finding remnants of the monarch, or caterpillars and cocoons are all important.

She could either [[AriannaemdInvestigateForCocoons1| investigate the forest]] directly flush the garden for any hint of safer, cocooned life, or try and [[Ariannaemdbestillforbutterflies1| be still]] and watch for butterflies in the center of the garden.

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<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Wide hat, beige sundress, white slip, cotton panties, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Excited </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Bag of boxes and pins, water bottle, butterfly catching net, pencil, notepad </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Ariannabegin

2015-10-23T01:27:27Z

Zaick:

== '''Embarrassing Day''' ==

It is a hot, humid day in a sprawling city beside a river.

Arianna is a butterfly farmer who sells her specimen to the zoo. She is in her late twenties, tall, and strong. Her job requires a good bit of walking, exploring, and keeping up gardens.

Arianna has always loved butterflies, and her job now has given her happiness she always wanted. Recently, she heard of a new monarch, richly diverse in color from the others native to the area beside the flower garden of the city's park. She began early in the day, and headed to the gigantic forest park. She had with her her boxes to catch deceased butterflies, or even caterpillars or cocoons. Despite being a little dated in practice, she also still carried a net.

She arrived at the park in the midst of the new garden, and moved up and down the rows of plants. She is not the only one here, but it is rather early, and the park tended not to bustle up until later in the day. Arianna is not certain how many days she might have to try to be here to observe the butterfly, but she is certain she will, and will try and try again until she does. Finding remnants of the monarch, or caterpillars and cocoons are all important.

She could either [[AriannaemdInvestigateForCocoons1| investigate the forest]] directly flush the garden for any hint of safer, cocooned life, or try and [[Ariannaemdbestillforbutterflies1| be still]] and watch for butterflies in the center of the garden.

<table width="100%">

<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Wide hat, beige sundress, white slip, cotton panties, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Excited </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Bag of boxes and pins, water bottle, butterfly catching net </td>
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[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Lilyemdoutmaneuver2

2015-10-13T15:52:27Z

Zaick:

You are certain you can fly better than her - you spent all your magic days in the air, and quite simply, you are smaller. Trusting in your agility, you zoom toward the sun, then zip back down. You summon as much speed as you can, and see as she tries to turn to keep up. Ha! You can move completely around her before she even manages to maneuver herself toward you!

You spin in the air to keep up your speed, and feel your shoes fall - they were just loosely buckled on, and you regret not putting them on better. Regardless, they are just shoes. As you drop in altitude to get toward her level, you feel the forces press against your face and chest. Your cape is zipping wildly behind you, then the strings come loose and it flies away. You feel see your blouse's top buttons have come loose, although that is hardly a worry. Your camisole is still nicely there. You rarely had to deal with such issues before - you rarely wore capes, and really when thinking about it, it probably was a bad idea in this situation.

You are now positioned behind Maara, herself only slightly turned toward you. The sudden drop in altitude has flown up your own skirt, and it is slowly settling down, though you know your panties on your backside are on show - something you wish you had not done again. You want to straighten the skirt down, though you would only have [[Lilyemdonehandonskirt3| one hand]] to cast a spell, or you could just ignore it and cast as [[Lilyemdlargespell3| large a spell]] as you can muster.

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Black thigh highs, brown belt, red pleated skirt, white cotton panties, short sleeved white blouse with top two buttons gone, small white camisole </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> A bit embarrassed </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Broomstick </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Black flats, black tights, long dark green dress with brown belt slightly open at neckline to collar, bodice, black thong </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Unknown </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Broomstick </td>
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[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Lilyemdforest

2015-10-13T15:40:39Z

Zaick:

You make your way to the forest before the duel begins, and Maara watches you. You fly through the tree line before any spells are cast, and look behind you, barely seeing her. You feel safe, here, and begin to plan your first fire spell. Anything she tries here will at least be weak to your fire-

Your foot is pulled sharply down, and you clear your broom entirely. You see a vine wrapped around your ankle and begin to make the hand signs for a fire spell, though your left arm is pulled back. Vines wrap themselves better up your legs and arm. You do a simple one handed fire spell with your right hand. You burn away the vines at your legs, then your left arm. As you do, the vines are wrapping to your right arm, so you do the same to it. The effect, you realize, is that you have been burning yourself, which would count quite negatively to your score, and you hate yourself for it. You also notice with all the fire, you burned away your shoes and thigh highs, as well as the sleeves to your own blouse. It is a hot day, so you do not mind too much, but you did not really want to show all this leg.

You look up through the leaves and see her still looking at you. For her to control these plants, she has to have line of sight, but this forest idea may not have been the best. You could leave [[Lilyemdgoesbackup2| back up]] to the air, away from the ground with your broom beside you, to continue the fight, or you could [[Lilyemdhidesinforest2| hide]]. If she can't see you, she can't catch you.

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> brown belt, red pleated skirt, white cotton panties, black hooded cape tied at neck with strings, no sleeved white blouse, small white camisole </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Nervous </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> The Broomstick isn't far... </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Black flats, black tights, long dark green dress with brown belt slightly open at neckline to collar, bodice, unknown underwear </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Looks amused </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Broomstick </td>
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</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Lilyemdbegin

2015-10-13T15:21:22Z

Zaick:

Both you and Maara are led into the biome for a brief neutral period. There are no spells allowed to be cast, though anyone can start as close or far as they want to the other - below you is the river, flowing harshly south, that snakes through the circular biome - a large thing that will not allow you passage outside. To the east of the river is the desert, and to the west is the forest. As it stands, you know this is your first test, and you do not have a huge array of spells under your belt, though you do have talent and power. Inside of you is a burning spell so powerful it was suggested to never be used. Aside from fire spells, you know some of the basics - mending, telekinesis, not necessarily things useful in a duel. You also know a lightning spell, and shield.

Most witches, even those not of the academy, tend to know some spells outside their own element, although you do not know much. It is a weakness, but you hope to make up for it with your raw power. You are being watched outside of the biome in a wide circle of judges from the academy.

Maara is across from you, fifty meters away on her broom - hardly any time to close with a broomstick, but this is not a punching battle. You know Maara is of the Ground, and so being in the desert may not be the smartest. In the forest, your fire has an advantage. You have only a moment before the duel begins, and you have to decide where you want to wage this battle. Here in [[Lilyemdair| the air above the desert]], or in [[Lilyemdforest| the forest]].

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Brown flats, black thigh highs, brown belt, red pleated skirt, white cotton panties, black hooded cape tied at neck with strings, short sleeved white blouse, small white camisole </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Nervous </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Broomstick </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Black flats, black tights, long dark green dress with brown belt slightly open at neckline to collar, bodice, unknown underwear </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Looks Detemined </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Broomstick </td>
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[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Zeldaemdasksfortubetop

2015-10-07T03:07:11Z

Zaick: Created page with 'WIP - Avery nude sideways knees to chest legs crossed sit Category: Embarrassing Day <table width="100%"> <tr> <td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"…'

WIP - Avery nude sideways knees to chest legs crossed sit

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet fishnet stockings, wet shorts, incredibly large belt worn as top, wet strapless bra </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Feeling restrained </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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Zeldaemdbigpants4

2015-10-07T02:38:08Z

Zaick: Created page with 'First, Zelda had to take off her boots, then her stockings, which she did while facing a corner, though still lending her backside to the two. She also took off the fishnet shirt…'

First, Zelda had to take off her boots, then her stockings, which she did while facing a corner, though still lending her backside to the two. She also took off the fishnet shirt, which meant she had to take off her normal shirt - left naked, it was strange feeling. Slightly uncontrolled. She was not a fan. She tried not to think about it. Selena left her scraps of pinned pants at Zelda's feet, and she put it over her waist. Selena was larger than she was, and she had to one by one work on the pins to try and put keep the waist line smaller. Selena was also taller, and so she had to shorten the pants, but realized then the legs would be incredibly uneven. On her left leg, the pant leg was only the waist band area itself, but on the right, it went down almost to her knee. It was not exactly what she was looking for, especially with her left leg entirely on display, but it would have to do.

Lulu was given her attire. She tied the stockings around her chest while facing away from the others, put on the fishnet shirt as insurance, then kept trying to pull up her dress. It was staying on fine as it was, but with it loose and the straps out of commission, things might end up in trouble.

Considering the length the two were going, too much time began to pass. Ali rounded the corner and threw an extra large plastic cup of water at them, and it hit Selena in the back, the water splashing on the rest of them. "Come on!" Ali shouted. "It's been longer than a song for you all!"

Selena shifted her shirt back into place and flipped Ali off. "Let's go!" She said, and made her way outside. Her chest was still bouncing, and her legs were completely visible - her thong underwear accentuating the curves of her body. She sat at the drums and blew a kiss out to the audience who began to cheer again.

Lulu went out next. Her dress was slightly wet, which was not the worst, but it did sit a bit heavier on her now. She felt it would be fine - it had to be, and smiled warmly to the audience as if no fight had ever happened.

Zelda was out next, which the cheering roared louder. Everyone was wanting to see what she would be looking like now. Any confidence she had in the plan was ruined after the first few steps outside. Her shirt was wet, which was fine as it was black, but still clung to the top of her chest to round across her breasts. Her pants kept feeling like they rode lower and lower. The scraps that pinned to her were broken along the waist band, the crotch, and part of the right side of the pant leg. It swung loose, not used to the smaller lady, and shifted up and down her hip bones. There were no buttons or zipper for the fly, just more pins that shook as she walked. So far it was high enough to work like normal pants, covering all of her butt, and only dipping a couple inches below her navel, but she kept feeling like it would go lower.

The song began, and it actually went incredibly well. The climax would feature a ton of pink streamer engulfing the stage and the front of the audience from air cannons, which they would use as a short moment between pieces while holding excitement. All five played to their best for most of the way, until Selena began to lag behind. Her shirt was wet, and the sleeves had lowered further along her arms. Without anything on the shoulders, it worked solely as a wide neck line, and showed more and more of her cleavage. That far back, it made no difference, but it was getting harder and harder to push against the wet, crumpling fabric. The moment the ribbons went flying, she took a second to move her arms out of the arm holes. To keep the shirt held up, she tied the small sleeve bits behind her back. It shortened the shirt enough to expose her belly, as well as to frame her chest more under its wetness, but she did not mind.

Lulu had a minor issue was well. The moment she lifted her violin up, she felt the strain across broadening her shoulders break the rest of the dress' zipper in the back. It would not fall yet, but when the piece ended and she moved her hands down, she felt the dress sit lower than her chest. She tried to pull the dress up, but it only sat back lower than it was before. It looked strange, if anything, and she decided to simply tuck the top of the dress downward, so it would look more like a high waisted skirt. At least then it would look like she meant this to happen. With three layers of albeight wet fishnet on her chest, nothing was truly noticeable, but all her shoulder movement did cause a bit of issue to the tied stockings.

Zelda had the worst time. She kept up her energy, but also kept trying to keep herself grounded. Too much movement felt like it would send her pants sprawling across the floor. With so many rehearsals, Zelda hardly had to focus on her music - she just focused on the feeling of the pants swaying on her body. The feeling she had when she was naked backstage - for no one, but still in such a public place. The ribbons burst into the air, and it surprised her. The song had ended. She had even sung it. She stumbled slightly and fell in front of the crowd, just at the edge of the stage. They were holding out to her. They wanted to carry her again while they grabbed for those ribbons. They were excited - everything was going so well... But last time she was carried it ended a little poorly. Now, she was wearing barely anything! But... Being a little not in control could be nice? She could [[Zeldaemdjumpin5| jump in]] again, or [[Zeldaemddoesnotjump5| stay in control]] and carry on to the next song.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet short t-shirt, pinned many times broken pants (too large) </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Feeling strange... Something New </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar, unused packet of fake blood </td>
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</table>

Ariannaemdtakessometime2

2015-10-07T01:59:09Z

Zaick:

You know there is time - you should not panic so much for just a bit of a setback. You move to the snags and begin to work your way through them, though just half a minute later as you are near completion, there is a huge noise.

You are not sure what it is, but it is a gigantic whooshing that rustles the bushes tremendously. You do not see the cocoon, and wonder what happening. The whooshing moves to you, the branches around you snapping back and forth. Leaves rush beside your face and body. You are knocked on your back out of fear, not force, and decide to stand up to see what is happening.

You stand with a start, which is a bad idea. Some account of your clothes definitely are still connected to the branches, and you only get half way before tripping and falling forward. Your arms cover your face, and you practically sit on a bush. Your head, however, did stick up for a bit, and the wind stops. It was a leaf blower of some kind.

"Woah!" You hear a lady say.

You feel your legs. They seem fine - just a bit scratched here or there. You feel your face, then your arms. Your arms definitely took the most damage, but it is only some reg marks here or there. The worst thing is actually your clothes - already snagged here or there, the sudden movements and back and forth pulled on various things you wished it did not.

"You alright?" The lady asks, moving to the edge of the bushes. "I didn't think anyone was in there."

You see her - a younger girl, dressed in a tank top and shorts. She has a shawl tied around her waist, and a leafblower in her hands. "Are you okay?" She reiterates.

You certainly do not feel okay, but physically, you know you are. You begin to stand again, keeping a close eye on your clothes to see the damage. You see all the button of your sundress have been ripped open, leaving it resting in the branches beside you. The top of your slip faired alright, although the bottom is thoroughly shredded to the point it has dozens of scraps creating slits all the way up to your navel. Still, it covers below that fairly well as long as you do not move much. The biggest issue is the elastic of your panties - your panties themselves are at your ankles, likely pulled along with the tearing of the slip.

In the bushes, all that can be seen is that you are in a white, smooth attire, though it is clear to you it is all you are in. This lady, hopefully the only person looking, can only see down to your ribcage.

"Um." The lady says again. "I'm sorry, I was prepping for the dog event - they like to keep things clear, and..." She trails off. "I just, well, I'm running late - they people are arriving soon, so I really should keep going."

"I'm fine." You finally say. "I just... Only my bottom half really got affected." You say this warily, looking to her as if that could possibly hint what you mean without saying anything.

"Affected? Are you hurt? Oh, no, really?"

"No. I just..."

"Look, if you need help, say so. Better yet, if you need help, come help me. I can help you too, but I have boxes of stuff to move. I have first aid stuff too if you need it."

You look down. You could ask for help from her, though it does not look like she has all too much in clothes to spare - perhaps that [[Ariannaemdshawl3| shawl]], though, would help a bit. Still, you would have to agree to help her move things - and where did that butterfly go? Alternatively, you are bottomless in public - in all honestly you feel you want to hide in the bushes again and [[Ariannaemdcoverinbushes3| try to cover]] yourself up. Be weird. Ignore her. At least then you won't have to reveal what happened to your underwear.

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Wide hat, white slip with bottoms in strips up to navel, (broken) cotton panties, boots </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> rather embarrassed </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Bag of boxes and pins, water bottle, butterfly catching net </td>
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[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

EmdZeldabegin

2015-10-07T01:17:54Z

Zaick:

Zelda is the lead singer to Pink Laceration, a generally small known heavy metal band that runs both the fact it is populated by females, as well as the general gimmick it would have an aspect of "cuteness" and, well, death. It truly was not Zelda's idea. It was Selena's, who insisted Zelda's incredible screaming voice would get them far. It got them somewhere, at least. Their current show is supposed to run 30 minutes in a music festival, which was a great honor for them - managerless and local. In order to put on the best show, they are pulling out all the gimmicks. Pink prop knives, pink ribbons, fake blood, a costume change after three songs (planning on six songs total), at least one song with a small choreographed dance... If anything, it spells disaster, or so Zelda at least thinks. She always thinks they have too much going into an idea - why not just one gimmick instead of a dozen? In the end, the band is amateur, and viewed even by the metal community as "too stunt based" rather than a true metal band. While Zelda sometimes wants to deal with this issue, Selena often carries on with kisses to the confused audience and then continue on.

[[EMDZeldaconcertstart| Zelda]] is a font of energy, a little doubtful of herself at times, but focuses well on what is in front of her. She both sings and plays guitar, as well as does dances that Lulu comes up with. She is dressed in tall boots, fishnet leggings and a fishnet shirt, shorts with a gigantic belt, a short black t-shirt and bra, and a spiked collared black and pink small jacket

Selena is a taller, more robust lady who plays the drums. In general, she is typically just very good at beating things in time. She is brash and is typically incredibly good or incredibly bad at PR. This band was hers to create, and will do anything to keep it going and to have fun. She is dressed in incredibly ripped pants with tons of pins, and a t shirt whose top hole is cut to expose her shoulder and collars. The torn sleeves rest at the top of her arms, which could get in the way of her drumming, but she more just enjoys the tension against her muscles and plays harder.

Lulu is a tall and lithe dancer who plays electric violin, used in all the songs to try to give it a more unique feel. She comes up with little dances, not involving flips or anything, just arm movements, to keep attention focused and energy up. Her focus on Zelda's dancing movements comes from both an extreme attraction as well as a huge passion. She is dressed in a black and pink lacy dress with spaghetti straps that ends above her knees, though is mostly just see through frills until it gets up to her mid thigh. She has fishnet stockings kept up with garters, and high, thick heels.

Ali is the bassist, and has incredibly long, dark hair she uses to cover her face. She mentions she has dreams of being the best bassist in the world, and does play incredibly well, but she is not much for talking. She is dressed in a jacket that can zip up in front, a flowing black shirt, and striped skinny pants. She always refuses to take part in costume changes.

Avery is the tiny keyboardist, who spends her time usually trying to keep up rather than getting into the music. She is about as not-there as it gets, though somehow pulls through with a good, full sound. She is dressed in pink and black spider themed clothes. She has a spiked collar and a tight black tank top that is cut completely open in the back, but then tied in several holes and laces. She has bondage pants with several links to either leg, and also kept tight to her with many belts along them. She has comfortable underwear on, and a tube top under the tank. She does not take part in the costume change.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
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Zeldaemdwearsbelttop

2015-10-04T05:36:31Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Zelda peeled off her top as the three others gazed. "Alright. Wear this." Avery put it on. The t shirt was short on Zelda, but was long enough for Avery to go down just to her c…'

Zelda peeled off her top as the three others gazed. "Alright. Wear this."

Avery put it on. The t shirt was short on Zelda, but was long enough for Avery to go down just to her crotch.

"Will that work, now?" Zelda pulled her belt up to her top, clipping it over her chest. Her bra straps stuck up over them, and Selena frowned and plucked at them. Zelda took the hint. It would look rather weird. She took the straps off and let the bra be strapless for now. Avery peeled off the boyshorts.

"What are you doing?!" Lulu gasped.

"They won't stay on." Avery said. Selena was already heading back to the stage.

"Let's go!" She said, and blew a kiss into the crowd. She took a seat at the drums and bent forward far enough to show a bit of distracting cleavage as the others took their time to go out.

Avery went out next. She had the shirt, and under that, the tube top, but without panties (though no one could notice) she shuffled slowly. The shirt was just long enough to cover the bottom of her curve, but she could make no wrong movements.

Both Lulu and Zelda smelled disaster, but neither could do much yet. As they began to leave, Lulu took Zelda's arm. "Why not... Well... Give Avery your underwear?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, you have the shorts. Just hand it to her and she can put it on between songs. Just in case, you know."

Zelda did not like the idea. Lulu went on ahead to leave Zelda to make her choice. It was true - a naked Avery would spell more a disaster than this performance already was. She sighed and took her boots off, then her shorts, then the panties, then put the shorts back on. In the time it took her to do this, she heard clamoring outside in impatience. Eventually, a large plastic cup of water was thrown at her. She looked up and saw it was Ali.

"Come on!" She said. "You've been holding us up for two minutes!"

Zelda did not put the boots back on. She held the panties in her hand and straightened her clothes, hardly having the time to shoot Ali a disparaging glance as she made her way onstage.

Selena counted off the song. The end of the song would erupt with pink ribbons, which would give them a moment of wonder before they moved on to the finale of dancing. Zelda went next to Avery to hand her panties over, wet as they were. Avery took them a bit confused at first, but then seemed to understand, and put them on her piano for later.

By the time Zelda had her guitar up and was playing with everyone else, she focused and lost herself in what was happening. Her midriff was exposed, but that was not that bad. The spiked belt top was actually a good look of attitude. She felt her bra shifting lower on her chest, but could not reach under the belt to fix any of that. The shorts were fine on her, though wet and heavy, and sat just a little lower than they were before.

Avery kept up fine, unable to really move her legs much. She kept eyeing the panties, and when the song reached its climax and the ribbons popped and covered the stage, she snatched them up and bent her knees down, slipping them on under the shirt. As she did, she ended up scooping up some of the ribbons as well under the panties. She tried to pull them out, but that pulled the panties back down. She stepped out of the panties, and that was when the crowd whistled louder. All they saw was her stepping out of them between the songs. She looked out, blushing. It was now obvious she had nothing on under the shirt (aside from the tube top) She stood up straight, as everyone would be watching her. Too embarrassed to put the panties back on by having to bend over and potentially expose her backside, she let them fall to the ground with the ribbons.

Zelda also had an issue. She knew she had a lot of upper body movement coming up, but the belt was getting in the way. The water stiffened the cheap faux leather, and it creaked and was not responsive. Since she had a lot of movement coming up, she had half a mind to just [[Zeldaemdtakebeltoff5| take the thing off]]. Her bra was enough for now. It was the finale - she just had one song to go, and she already showed her bra to everyone. She did not want to spend much time, also, considering she wasted so much giving her panties away. Then again, the straps were gone now and it might not be a good idea. Instead, she could move to Avery and [[Zeldaemdasksfortubetop| take her tube top]]. To wear instead. With Avery under the t-shirt, no one would know. Of course, Zelda did not know much of the crowd had just witnessed Avery taking the panties off.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet fishnet stockings, wet shorts, incredibly large belt worn as top, wet strapless bra </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Feeling restrained </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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ZeldaemdskirtAvery4

2015-10-04T05:19:21Z

Zaick: Created page with '"Look, you can't do much for a shirt right now, alright?" Zelda said and removed her boots and then stockings. Lulu did the same. They handed them over to Avery. "With four, you …'

"Look, you can't do much for a shirt right now, alright?" Zelda said and removed her boots and then stockings. Lulu did the same. They handed them over to Avery. "With four, you can tie it in different places, and sort of make a good skirt out of it. On you, it would even go down your thighs a decent amount."

"What the hell are you doing?!" They heard behind them. Turning around, a very large plastic cup of water hit Zelda's chest. The water sprayed all over the four girls. Ali was there. "It's been longer than one of our songs already." Ali always hated being alone on stage, and likely she was just left staring.

It was true. With all the removing and tying, it had been in incredibly long time. "Alright! Let's go!" Selena announced and made her way outside. She blew a kiss into the audience to try and get their energy back up.

Avery finished the last stocking, which tied well considering it was wet, but they were now rather see through. They were tied so the knots that would reveal her leg were along her sides, and so the stockings would double layer over her front and back. She took a couple steps forward, but her boyshorts fell down. The stockings did little for what was already falling, and now wet.

"No!" She said.

"Let's go!" Ali said again and turned back. Zelda saw little other choice. She took off her belt to give to Avery to put on over her tiny skirt and made her way back out. Her shirt was black, and so the wetness did little else than cling it to her skin.

Lulu went out next, not really able to offer anything else aside from her garter belt. Avery took that as well, but was unable to do anything with it, so she threw it on the ground in anger.

Avery put the belt on over the skirt, but it did nothing. It would not stay on her smaller hips well enough, especially without threatening to take off the tied stockings. Avery left that, too. She slowly walked out, feeling her thighs and stomach as she did to make sure nothing was going awry.

The stockings themselves were wet, which kept them only about four inches wide. It was an exact four inches that was double layered over her crotch. The knots on the sides of her legs left the entirety of them showing as she stepped across the stage. People immediately paid attention to her. The short skirt dipped in front enough - it had to in order to cover things - that it showed off her hips, and the V of her crotch. It was like clinging underwear, and was worse in the fact that it clung well. The single layered parts across her thighs showed the color of her skin through them, and the shape of her crotch was well visible.

The back was worse. She kept her front only facing, despite how much that gave away, because her butt was completely not covered. The skirt had to be low enough to cover things in the front, which mean it left out half of her crack in the back. It barely even covered all of the curve of her butt from the small width. She moved to the piano stand and wished she could hide behind it more, but it did nothing. The eyes were on her.

Selena counted off the song. The end of the song would erupt with pink ribbons, which would give them a moment of wonder before they moved on to the finale of dancing. Zelda had little to do with her legs, which was good considering what was happening to her. The songs actually carried rather well, despite the occasional lack of beat from Selena as she tried to show off more cleavage to the crowd. Avery kept up just fine, though she barely moved. Her legs were pressed tight together. The wet stockings did not budge much from their spot against the exact shape of her crotch.

The pink ribbons went off, slowly settling across the crowd. Zelda was a bit concerned for Avery. The stage was not angled enough for people to see her exposed behind, but when she left she would have to shimmy backward, and with Avery that spelled a lot of danger. She wanted to help her out - she could have Avery sit further back next to Selena and put the piano on the ground there. Avery would be able to sit down far enough back no one could see anything, and leave without having to turn around or shimmy backward. Zelda would just have to [[Zeldaemdmovespianoback5| move the equipment]] quickly back there. With the finale underway, though, it would detract from all the excitement they just built. For the performance's sake, and considering they were just now getting back on their feet, they likely should [[ZeldaemdignoresAVery5| go right to the finale]].

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Worried for Avery </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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ZeldaemdpinAvery4

2015-10-04T04:45:29Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Zelda took the safety pins from Selena's pants, throwing the scraps to the ground. The boyshorts pinned a little tight, which now made Avery's underwear snug enough to give the e…'

Zelda took the safety pins from Selena's pants, throwing the scraps to the ground. The boyshorts pinned a little tight, which now made Avery's underwear snug enough to give the exact shape of her thighs and butt. Any tighter and it might have been considered cameltoe, even. Avery was still making a whining sound.

"What?" Selena said shortly. "What is it now?"

"It's barely anything. I didn't mean to do this. Do I have to go back out?"

Selena groaned and looked to Zelda. "Well I'm in my underwear so I can't give her much more. What do you got?"

Zelda looked down and considered. She pulled off her large spiked belt. "This would be practically a full size skirt for you."

Avery took it and put it on her waist, then turned a couple times as if admiring it. "Can we go now?" Selena pressed.

"I guess..." Avery said. "But I would do better with real shorts and use this as a top, like you thought you could." She looked to Zelda expectingly. Zelda looked to both Lulu and Selena, who both seemed ready to just get on with things.

"Wait, but then I won't have anything except my underwear. My shirt is too short! No."

Selena groaned. "You can fix that with two rips. Here. I can do it."

"Wait!" Zelda held her hands up, but it was too late. Selena was far stronger, and grabbed the shirt. Avery grabbed Zelda's boots and yanked them off in a trained swift movement. Zelda panicked and tried to struggle, but before she could even think, the t shirt was forced down her shoulders. Selena ripped them along the neck seams and pulled Zelda's arms through. She took the two short sleeves and ripped them in long lines and tied them behind Zelda's back. It was a strapless shirt now. Her bra straps were visible this way, but it covered down another half foot, which was commendable, but still not very long. The strapless "dress" of sorts was just long enough to reach Zelda's thighs, and about an inch or so below her crotch. Her shorts, not only fitting her snug, covered even more than that. The shorts were pulled down and Avery clipped them onto herself. With a smile, she bounded out onto the stage She had the belt across her top, not even really kept on as it was too large even at its smallest setting. She had on the shorts as well, which were clearly too large, but the clips stayed put. There was a faint cheer Zelda heard.

"What the HELL? You can't do that to me!" She looked to Selena, who shrugged.

"We gotta finish the show. No time to deal with whiners."

"So you give in to her, but not me?"

Selena did not answer, but instead walked outside. Without shirt or pants, she was left with underwear that seemed tiny compared to her curves. She blew a kiss out into the audience as they cheered her newfound skin on.

Lulu looked apologetically to Zelda. "Can I... Can I do anything?"

Zelda tried to breath easy, but was fuming. "Whatever. Let's just go." She went back out, and saw the audience and their cheering. Their phones and cameras recording. She was far back, sure, but that short dress, if it even was a dress, felt so naked to her. She had to keep her legs exactly together, as any time she brought them a moment apart, it would ride up high enough to see the bottom of her underwear.

Selena counted off the song. The end of the song would erupt with pink ribbons, which would give them a moment of wonder before they moved on to the finale of dancing. Zelda had little to do with her legs, which was good considering what was happening to her. The songs actually carried rather well, despite the occasional lack of beat from Selena as she tried to show off more cleavage to the crowd. Zelda was, if anything, furious. Avery was barely even caring about her new clothes. The belt had actually already fallen to the ground, not able to stay on at all. The shorts looked like they already were loose, but Avery was just pleased and bouncing along.

The pink ribbons went off, slowly settling across the crowd. Zelda still felt herself more angry, which honestly might have let the song sound better with her screaming. She wanted to at least [[Zeldaemdtakesbelt5| take the belt back]] - Avery was hardly using it, and she could use it pretty well herself during the upcoming dance. Otherwise, she could just let it be. There was after all, copious amounts of ribbon around her right now. She could prop some under her guitar and let the streams cover her front, and as she danced when the guitar was down, keep the [[Zeldaemdgrabsribbons5| ribbons in her hands]]. It would add flair, and she could keep it in front of her so if she had to move her legs at all, the streamers would be in the way.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> slightly wet fishnet stockings, incredibly short strapless dress, bra, panties </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Angry </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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Zeldaemdshirt3

2015-10-04T04:16:23Z

Zaick:

Zelda decided to ignore Avery. It was true she was important in this song when the two were dancing, as during that time there were only vocals, keyboard, bass, and drums - without the keyboard it would sound bland, but Avery would have some time to figure it out.

Zelda slipped off the guitar for a moment and put the shirt on. She took the ripped fishnet from Lulu's hands and threw it to the side of the stage - it would be useless right now. Picking up the guitar, Zelda signaled she was ready to Selena, who began the countdown again.

Avery, however, had not made good progress. She eventually learned to roll up the bottom of the pants - why were they sitting so low? And stand up. As she did, her hand pressed against one of the undone ties of the back of her tanktop, and pulled it loose. The shirt, untied completely in the back, now fell to the ground and left her with only her tube top on. She actually noticed this, and knelt behind the electric keyboard, as if it would somehow help. The untied shirt was useless on the ground. Her pants, having ridden lower and lower with the popped button, were now at her thighs, and only staying on due to her slightly knelt position. She played a few keys, but was horrendously off track to the song.

Ali groaned and moved closer to Avery as if it would somehow help. Selena played louder as Zelda and Lulu both began their dance. It did not involve a huge amount of leg work, and a few bends here and there. It really went by just fine, despite the fact the music sounded atrocious until Ali unplugged the keyboard entirely, just letting only the vocals and bass and drum play out. Avery saw what Ali did, looked confused, and stood up to try and plug it back in. As she stood straight, however, her pants fell the rest of the way down, and she was in only her tube top and modest, hugging boy shorts. The song came to finality in a clumsy manner, with the crowd only laughing at what they were doing - if they thought it was a comedy show, it might have done well. They would have to do a lot these last two songs to bring it around.

Avery was panicking, attempting to cover herself with anything. She tried to pull the pants up, but they were all tangled and bunched. People were snapping photos of her as she flailed, falling to the ground. The warped stage's errant floor boards actually caught her boy shorts, snapping it against her backside and riding it up. Eventually she went to her knees and just dragged the whole electric piano in front of her body, sideways to cover up. The song was already over, and Zelda and Lulu were trying to pull Avery back.

"You'll get a wardrobe change with us and it'll be fine!" Lulu whispered to Avery. "Come on!"

Avery was dragged back, letting the piano go. Not able to stand, the piano's cords and keys tangled with the mess of the pants, and, it already at her ankles, Avery kicked it off in order to go backstage faster.

"I'm sure there've been worse performances." Selena said while yawning. "Avery! You got so many fans today!"

"I didn't want them!" Avery attested. Her boy shorts had lost their elasticity from snapping against the floor. They were riding low on her hips, not snug to any part of her. It was clear they were only staying on because of her butt. Her tube top worked as her strapless bra across the small chest she had, and accentuated the entire curve of her top half.

"Guys." Lulu said, pointing to the backstage. Their tent had been taken over. of course it had. The next band would be playing in twenty minutes. All their wardrobe changes had been moved to their cars, which was much too far.

Zelda held her head and tried to focus. "We have to do something for Avery."

"We have to just keep it going." Selena suggested. "I mean, Avery can take care of herself. Those stage hands already put the piano back up."

"But I'm half naked!" Avery whined. She bounced a little, which seemed to ride the underwear a little lower.

"FINE. I have safety pins on my pants. I can forgo my pants and you can [[ZeldaemdpinAvery4| pin your underwear]] to stay on you better." Selena sighed. "But we need to get back out there!"

"Zelda and I have our stockings left. It is not much, but we can also use them to [[ZeldaemdskirtAvery4| wrap around]] your waist to keep the shorts up like a little skirt." Lulu suggested. "We would hardly be losing anything important."

"I still don't have a shirt, though." Avery said timidly.

"Our stockings don't do much for shirts." Lulu admitted. "But Zelda has a shirt. I mean, you were just in your br-"

"No." Zelda said shortly. "Though I suppose I can let Avery use my shirt - it would be low enough to double as a short dress now, and then [[Zeldaemdwearsbelttop| wear my belt]] like a top."

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> slightly wet fishnet stockings, t-shirt, slightly wet shorts, incredibly large belt, bra, panties, boots </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Hurried and annoyed </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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Zeldaemdgivesstockings4

2015-10-04T04:05:45Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Zelda decided the best thing would be to sacrifice their leg wear. After all, bare legs were hardly anything illegal, but a bare chest could be a lot of trouble. It took a little…'

Zelda decided the best thing would be to sacrifice their leg wear. After all, bare legs were hardly anything illegal, but a bare chest could be a lot of trouble. It took a little longer than they wanted. Both Lulu and Zelda decided they would use their stockings for Lulu's new tubetop, as four times the see through material would be impossible to look at. When Zelda put her attire back together, she had only her loose shorts to worry about. If they went too low everyone would see her underwear - a sight not the worst, though, in comparison to how Lulu only had her hands to cover her chest just a minute ago.

Avery was left alone, which angered Lulu. In bratty response, Avery only stuck out her tongue. "How was I supposed to know that wasn't what we were trying to do?"

"How about common sense?!" Lulu said, tying the second stocking around herself.

"How about you hurry up?!" Ali said and threw a 64oz (extra large) plastic cup of water at them. The lid came off as it hit Zelda in the side of her head, and the water sprayed across both Lulu and Avery. Zelda steadied herself while Selena yelled.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"The audience has been waiting longer than one of our songs for whatever you're doing. We're going to run out of time." It was the most Ali had said in a while. They all knew how much she hated performing alone - she could do it, too, considering how good she was, even on something like a bass guitar.

Selena sighed. "She's probably right. Let's GO!" She bounded out, her chest jiggling as she went.

"Wait, Selena!" Lulu began. She never got the pins for her dress. Ali only huffed and went back to the stage as Selena bend down to show her cleavage and try to rile the crowd again.

Avery was next, who skipped down to her keyboard. She was wet now, which caused her pants to sag against the line of her underwear, revealing hints of pink. Her tubetop now clung to her more than the two layers before ever did. Whether she noticed the points of her nips pressing against the black fabric, no one knew.

Lulu was next, and the crowd cheered at the sight of her, which she hated. Her dress was wet and loose, still open in the back which meant dancing would be a chore. The two stockings she tied over her chest were also wet, which made the layering of the transparent material pretty much useless. She had the other two stockings she never got to tying on her and threw them on the ground, where they sloshed to rest.

Zelda was last, who had to keep a hand deceptively holding her shorts up. The wetness against her bra was hardly an issue - it was not see through. Her legs were completely visible now, which was not that bad either, but her shorts were coming down, and fast, now that they were heavy. Her wet underwear was just begging to be seen.

The next song was energetic, but not yet full of dancing. There would be plenty of that in the finale. This one did end with a bang of pink ribbons, which Selena had prepared. The pop would send hundreds of them everywhere, on stage, and in the crowd. It would be what they would use to kick off to the fastest, last song.

Until then, however, they had issues to deal with. First off, Zelda had to keep a wide stance. If she kept her legs too close, the shorts would begin to fall. Already they were sitting almost half way down her hips. She still played well, and the song sounded amazingly. It kept up well even as Lulu played. Her arms up, the dress stayed put as she went on a violin solo. With so many eyes on her from her breast display earlier, her perfect performance kept people going. The performance was actually doing incredibly well.

Lulu actually basked in the attention. The ribbons popped, and fell all over the place. Avery jumped in the air at the end of the song in joy, and her pants fell down her. She tripped as she landed and fell to her stomach, her pantied butt sticking up in the air. Considering her previous attitude, the audience might have though it was purposeful. A gimmick like the ribbons and the blood, and cheered on. She knocked her piano away from her, and it slid a few feet on it wheels before stopping. It unplugged itself from its power.

As Avery slowly stood, Zelda took it upon herself to plug it back in. She turned around afterward quickly, seeing if it was indeed on. Most eyes were on Avery, who was trying to pull her pants up while facing away from the crowd. She might have wanted to turn, but she was incredibly occupied with her wrists tangled in the straps of the pants. In continued anger, Ali moved next to her and ripped her hands out of the tangles, and threw the pants of Avery off. That only got more cheers as Avery scrambled between getting the pants to throwing fists at Ali. It was a good show, and tided the moment over for Zelda to get the keyboard going again, as well as a small distraction for the issue of her standing back up.

Her back against the shoddy shelves keeping the amps in place, she felt a sharper edge scratch against her back and then catch her underwear that stuck up above her shorts. Since she was standing, the stand proceeded to begin to pull the shorts and underwear down. Not wanting this, Zelda quickly pulled forward and down again with her hips, and felt a snap. Her underwear then rested completely at the bottom of her shorts.

Her shorts were still on her, though still riding heavy and low. Her underwear's elastic was gone, and the loose fabric was no longer visible above her shorts themselves. Even in the open fly that led dangerously close to her crotch, only the smallest hint of her underwear's waistband remained to cover. Zelda's face grew red and she took wide steps back to the center of the stage. Each shift she felt painstakingly against her hips and butt, the loose shorts the only thing she had for cover.

The finale dance was next, which was wary for both Zelda and Lulu. Lulu knew any bowing would reveal the transparent chest to the crowd, and Zelda knew any errant leg movement (of which there was barely any for her in the dance) would reveal the entirety of her lower half to them.

Avery was in an angry mood, and she took her keyboard off the stand and put it on the stage floor. The power cord was resting next to a pool of fake blood, but that was fine so long as the cords themselves were still plugged in. She sat with her kneeds together and a pouting face. Leaning forward, her chest pushed against the tube top more prominently, the slight curve of her nipples more apparent than ever.

Zelda was fearful for her exposure. Even with her legs wide the shorts were low enough to show off half of her bare hips, which led a little to the V line of her pelvic region, especially with the fly itself open and showing the tiniest bit more down. She saw the settling ribbons and had an idea - they were cheap streamer, but two or three [[Zeldaemdstreamerbelt5| tied through the loops of her shorts]] could keep them up. She could do it quickly before Selena counted the next song off. Alternatively, and a bit daringly, she could use [[ZeldaemdusesLulu'sbelt5| Lulu's garter belt]]. It was just on her stomach under her dress holding nothing up. She could ask for it to be slipped out under the dress, then put it on. It might be embarrassing for Lulu to undress something underneath herself, but surely Lulu would understand.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet shorts with the fly broken open, wet bra, uselessly loose wet panties, boots </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Feeling this is disastrous </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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ZeldaemdAverybelt4

2015-10-04T03:21:15Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Zelda was not too happy with the idea. Her shorts were broken, and if they went too low everyone would see her underwear - a sight not the worst, though, in comparison to how Lul…'

Zelda was not too happy with the idea. Her shorts were broken, and if they went too low everyone would see her underwear - a sight not the worst, though, in comparison to how Lulu only had her hands to cover her chest just a minute ago. They quickly divvied up the clothes.

Avery put on the gigantic belt. The spikes across it kept her from being able to press her arms too hard into it to keep it still, which was a problem considering even at its smallest size it was too large to really stay on her chest. That, and she could not move her arms much and truly be comfortable. She did not say much, though, since Lulu finally seemed more happy that Avery had been punished.

Lulu put on the tube top under her dress, and used Selena's scraps of pant safety pins to keep her dress' back together again.

Selena was left in her underwear. Her black bra kept her chest together, only bouncing and heaving as she moved her arms. She would be in the back and seated, so it would not make a huge difference, but her underwear was small. Tiny, in fact, and half engulfed by her own curves.

"I know that it may not stay together, since these pants are, well, useless..." Zelda said as she put pins on Lulu's dress. "But you could at least put the bits over yourself."

"Nah." Selena shrugged. "How's the dress, Lu? Ready to dance?"

Lulu sighed and moved her arms around. The dress was about the right fit again.

"Alright let's GO!" Selena announced and jumps out onto the stage again. The sight of her nearly naked and bouncing immediately roused the audience from their two minutes of almost complete silence.

Avery was next, who shuffled cautiously to her keyboard. Zelda and Lulu came out, and at the sight of Lulu again, wearing the same once revealing dress, there was a rouse of excitement. Lulu was not at all happy about it.

The next song was energetic, but not yet full of dancing. There would be plenty of that in the finale. This one did end with a bang of pink ribbons, which Selena had prepared. The pop would send hundreds of them everywhere, on stage, and in the crowd. It would be what they would use to kick off to the fastest, last song.

Until then, however, they had issues to deal with. First off, Zelda had to keep a wide stance. If she kept her legs too close, the shorts would begin to fall. Already they were sitting almost half way down her hips.

Selena hardly cared about her clothes at all, taking more time to "shake her stuff" for the crowd. It would have been good, had she not lost the beat multiple times.

That might have carried alright, if Avery was not worried. She hardly played anything, since her arms were stuck to her sides, her fingers barely moved to play the right notes. Her arms hurt more and more with the blunted pin points of the spikes on the belt. To ease the pain, she lifted her arms just a moment then pushed them back in, letting the points push against a new spot. It worked, though it dropped the top of the belt a couple inches, and now it rested low enough that her small cleavage, pushed together by her arms, was showing. It was only noticeable to her, but it caused her to sweat and panic.

The horror of the song would have carried on if not the one moment Lulu readied her violin to play. The pins hardly did not stay put when her arms went that high, and the dress' back was broken open again. There was a pause for a moment where everyone waited for Lulu, but she merely shook her arms out of the straps, then began to play.

She kept a wide stance like Zelda, and the top of the dress fell to her stomach, showing off her naked shoulders and ribs. The tube top was fine, however, and she played beautifully. The sudden strip caused the audience to forgive the issues of the song immediately and focus on her all the way to the moment the ribbons popped.

It was the space between songs, and it was going beautifully for everyone... Except Avery. She never knew the song was ending in her focused panic, and she pressed on her arms harder, felt the hard points hurt her, and then moved her arms out in reaction. The belt fell against her pants, and she screamed while pushing the keyboard against herself to hide. The keys all pressed at once against her chest, which did not sound completely out of place. With her knees together in buckled fear, the belt pushed against her already loosened and low pants, and they pushed down the entirety of her legs. She shut the keyboard off, her face wildly blushing as she looked to the cheering crowd. Some were pointing at her. She was standing in only her panties, conservative enough as they were, but with all the rest of her clothes at her feet. With all the pink ribbons flying everywhere, it may have been hard to see her, but people already recording the show were turning their phones and cameras toward her. Her small body was pressed against the keys tight, her arms holding the stand. in moments, the ribbons would stop falling, and it would be even more obvious she had nothing.

Lulu was basking in attention. She was still well clothed - the tube top really did not reveal much aside from her shoulders, which were already on display. The dress hardly fell below the end of the top. She wanted to put it back up, but felt it might get in the way of her violin playing or dancing. It looked rather strange, though, and she decided it would be good to at least tie the dress a little lower on her with the spaghetti straps. At least then it might SEEM like she meant this to happen.

Zelda saw Avery's wardrobe failure and began to make her way to help her, but felt an issue moving. She had to do some dancing in the next song, but it rarely involved her legs. She could likely get away without moving her legs at all. If she [[ZeldaemdhelpAveryagain5| moved to Avery]] to help now, her shorts may fall. That, and what could she even do for Avery? Avery already messed up the concert once. They wanted her for the last song, sure, but it was getting ridiculous. Instead, she could just let her figure things out and [[Zeldaemdhelplulu5| help Lulu]].

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> fishnet stockings, slightly wet shorts with the fly broken open, bra, panties, boots </td>
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<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Fed up with Avery </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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Zeldaemdgoeslikethat4

2015-10-04T02:39:19Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Lulu was not happy. "Why should we go like this? Avery was the one who broke it!" Avery looked sheepish, suddenly, as if she actually did understand what was happening. "Regard…'

Lulu was not happy. "Why should we go like this? Avery was the one who broke it!"

Avery looked sheepish, suddenly, as if she actually did understand what was happening.

"Regardless, she can't do much for you with just a tubetop." Zelda explained. "Look, we will use Selena's pins to keep your dress together."

Zelda put back on the shorts. They sat a little loose under the belt, considering they had no button any longer. Still, though, the belt covered everything up. She was not keen on being half topless, but with the guitar in front of her body for the rest of the night, it would hardly be an issue.

Avery was left in her tube top, which was wide and simple. Her small shoulders and stomach were on display, which she occasionally rubbed, but she was hardly lacking. She was clearly not going to be allowed to say much with Lulu fuming.

Selena was left in her underwear. Her black bra kept her chest together, only bouncing and heaving as she moved her arms. She would be in the back and seated, so it would not make a huge difference, but her underwear was small. Tiny, in fact, and half engulfed by her own curves.

"I know that it may not stay together, since these pants are, well, useless..." Zelda said as she put pins on Lulu's dress. "But you could at least put the bits over yourself."

"Nah." Selena shrugged. "How's the dress, Lu? Ready to dance?"

Lulu sighed and moved her arms around. The dress was about the right fit again. She felt bits of the steel against the small of her back, though relished a little more the occasional feeling of Zelda's fingers.

"Alright let's GO!" Selena announced and jumps out onto the stage again. The sight of her nearly naked and bouncing immediately roused the audience from their two minutes of almost complete silence.

Avery was next, who shuffled without energy to her keyboard. Zelda and Lulu came out, and at the sight of Lulu again, wearing the same once revealing dress, there was a rouse of excitement. Lulu was not at all happy about it.

The next song was energetic, but not yet full of dancing. There would be plenty of that in the finale. This one did end with a bang of pink ribbons, which Selena had prepared. The pop would send hundreds of them everywhere, on stage, and in the crowd. It would be what they would use to kick off to the fastest, last song.

Until then, however, they had issues to deal with. First off, Zelda had to keep a wide stance. If she kept her legs too close, the shorts would begin to fall. Already they were sitting almost half way down her hips. She was fine, though, considering the belt. Selena hardly cared about her clothes at all, taking more time to "shake her stuff" for the crowd. It would have been good, had she not lost the beat multiple times. That might have carried alright, if Avery was not slacking, herself. She plunked away at the keyboard, hardly keeping up, let alone going on any filling accompaniment aside from a line here or there. It was bad, and only got worse when Lulu lifted her violin up.

She was aware the back had given out immediately. The pins hardly did not stay put when her arms went that high. She looked to Zelda with fear, and in the small section of Lulu's solo before the ribbons went off, Zelda saw she could do something. The ribbons were a great, huge distraction. More than that, it would be in between songs. Zelda knew the pins themselves were useless, but she could [[ZeldaemdgiveLulubelt5| give Lulu her own belt]] as a top. If it was tight enough, it would stay on more or less alright. The larger issue, though, was their music. She could let Lulu be and try and [[ZeldaemddancewithAvery5| pep Avery back up]] with a dance or something (already giving up Selena to the fans).

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> slightly wet fishnet stockings, slightly wet shorts with the fly broken open, incredibly large belt, bra, panties, boots </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Doubly concerned </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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Zeldaemdsavedance3

2015-10-02T04:12:53Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Zelda signaled Selena. She held up four fingers over and over. Selena looked confused for the first few seconds, then mouthed, "song four?" Zelda nodded, and Selena just shrugged…'

Zelda signaled Selena. She held up four fingers over and over. Selena looked confused for the first few seconds, then mouthed, "song four?" Zelda nodded, and Selena just shrugged, counting them off.

The song began. Zelda just had to tide everyone over until the wardrobe change. She moved behind Lulu to keep the focus off herself, even as she sang. Confused faces made it through the four other ladies, but they carried on regardless.

Since the forth song was initially meant to introduce each of the five before the grand finale, it worked just as well while everyone had their attention on them. There was no wave or anything, but really just a short section each of them got to play solo - only for four bars. Zelda was first, who just played a riff on her guitar as she practiced. Hers was simple.

Next was Selena, who after she played prepared all the pink ribbons to be let loose around the stage after the final introduction was made.

The next was Lulu, who played her violin while she did a twirl. It would have world wonders if the ground was not covered in fake blood. She actually fell on her backside, but was off the violin by then. It may not have looked planned, and it likely hurt a ton. She tried to stand up during Ali's solo, which of course was perfect, but the uneven warped edges of the wooden paneling to the stage caught one of her stockings. She knelt forward and tried to pull it out, and when her stocking snapped loose, her garter belt came off from the tension, she fell back again, and this time the bottom lace of her dress caught on the ground. Zelda moved over to help her up, and Lulu's strong legs pushed upward at that moment. She stood directly into Zelda's chest hard, which not only ripped off the bottom part of her dress and snapped her own panties, but also knocked Zelda to the ground. Not many seemed to be noticing, because it was at this point Avery's solo was happening, and she pushed her keyboard on its wheels down the stage, playing it as it went, but it inevitably fell over, and Avery fell on top of it. The straps of her pants caught her keyboard's stand and forced them half way down her thighs, but she was behind the piano, and it was hardly noticeable.

The pink ribbons went loose, and Selena looked around, seeing Lulu checking if Zelda was okay, and then looking around a bit before falling on the ground limp like it was supposed to happen this way, positioning herself behind Zelda so no one could see her dress was ripped, and Selena shrugged and fell on her drums.

It seemed confusing at first, with the ribbons settling on the stage and four of the ladies sprawled on their instruments. Maybe all of them were supposed to die (except Ali) The audience just cheered. It was art - whatever.

Selena got up first, never one to stay still for long, and dragged Avery backstage. She was covered with ribbons, and struggled with trying to keep her pants on. As she was being dragged away, the stand with the keyboard was being dragged with her. Not wanting to waste time, Selena snapped the pants off and dragged her back. Avery, alarmed, covered herself with the ribbons, but honestly it was hardly noticeable.

The fountain of ribbons also landed on Lulu and Zelda. Zelda was rather dazed, and feeling the center of her chest. Lulu kept low to the ground to keep her legs and crotch hidden, while dragging Zelda backstage. They were like moving corpses, and slow at that. The audience was enthralled - they would wait. Zelda's spiked jacket was not keen on the dragging, catching on every crack of the paneling, and Lulu slipped it off of her shoulders. Backstage, Lulu looked to see what Selena was staring at.

There was no tent for them anymore. Of course not. The next band played in twenty minutes. All their things would be moved back to their cars.

"Huh. Well, at least we got them going for a while!" Selena said, looking to the other two. "Woah, Lulu, what happened to Zelda?"

Zelda slowly sat up and cleared her throat. "You alright?" Lulu asked.

"Can you sing?" Selena asked.

"Where are my pants?!" Avery whined.

"I'm fine." Zelda said and breathed deep. "I really am. Just got surprised. What's going on?"

Selena shrugged. "Beats me. We don't exactly have many options here. We have no clothes to change into." On stage, the workers cleared ribbons from the stage, as well as the clothes to keep everything hazard free. It was their job.

"We still have the dance coming up." Lulu said, then looking down at her legs. Her stockings were still attached to her garter, but her dress ended like a shirt on her - the skirt end completely gone. Her bikini cut underwear was all that was there, and she actually had to throw those away - the snap against the floor had ruined the elastic. If she did not hold them, they would fall immediately, as her stockings already were without the garter belt. The top half of the dress was in disrepair from all the loose hu-bub. The straps were loose on her, which caused the top to ride down, which was a problem since when the bottom lace was ripped off, it also ripped up the seam of the back of the dress line to the zipper, making the whole thing loose. Avery had lost her pants, and was left in boyshorts and her tied top and tube top underneath that. Zelda had her stockings, the belt, her t shirt, the fishnet shirt, and her panties.

"Well, I got safety pins." Selena said. "I can go without pants or a shirt - hardly an issue for me."

"Lulu, you are the one that needs to dance the most." Zelda said while regaining her breath. "What would work?"

Lulu tried to think of what they had available. No matter what, she pretty much had to lose the dress top and the panties, and no matter what, Selena would be left in her underwear, but she was fine with that.

The first would focus mainly on [[ZeldaemdLulucomfortable4| Lulu's comfort]]. Selena and Zelda could give her their shirts. Selena's shirt could be worn like a skirt, putting a slit up the side to move her legs, and tying the top with one of her stockings. For all her high kicks, she would get Avery's boy shorts. Zelda's shirt would work just fine as a normal shirt for Lulu, and would cover everything important, even though Lulu did not have a bra. To help with any jiggling, she could use the other stocking like a tube top, though since the stocking was see through she would have to keep the shirt on. Zelda would wear Avery's tube top, and put the fishnet shirt on over that. She could keep using the belt as a skirt. Avery would be left in her tied up tank top, and also put on the incredibly large set of Selena's scrappy ripped up pants, which could be pinned tighter to her, though she would have nothing underneath.

The second would be to [[Zeldaemdeveryonecomfort4| consolidate]] everyone's clothes for everyone's comfort. Lulu would wear Avery's tied tank top to be tied to her, and Lulu could wrap her stockings twice over her chest to help with any transparency issues if something were to happen to the top. She would use Zelda's underwear, as well as Selena's shirt as a long skirt with a slit up the side to help move around. Avery would be left with her tube top and boy shorts, which she was not keen on. Since Zelda did not have big kicks during the dance, she did not have to worry about her lack of underwear. She could wear the belt as a spiky, attitude filled top. She imagined she would have to keep it up a lot, even if it was tightly put on. She still had on the fishnet shirt, which more or less helped with the mind more than actually showing. She would wear her t-shirt as a skirt by ripping open the neck hole for her legs and keeping everything pinned to her body, thus sacrificing Selena's pants. As an afterthought, she figured she could wrap one of her stockings around her waist under the shirt, and the other back and forth like a weird large pair of underwear, just in case anything really strange happened.

The last was the weirdest. They had brought with them a bunch of [[Zeldaemdwearribbons4| ribbons]]. Selena was the most into this idea. There were not a ton for all of them, but it would seem to complete the whole gimmick. Lulu could wrap herself in tons of ribbons, with extra care around her waist, some hanging downward from there like a dress, and more wrapped around her top. The safety pins could keep everything steady. Avery would give Lulu her boyshorts and tube top for full coverage, and use her own stockings tied with the ribbons around her waist and chest as added pin area for the ribbons to stay put. Dancing with Zelda, it was decided Zelda would have to at least wear some ribbons as well. Avery would get Selena's shirt, which would engulf her entirely, and use Zelda's belt to keep it in place. Her chest would still be well covered by the tied tank top. Zelda would be left with her t-shirt and fishnet shirts for her top, and for the bottom wrap her stockings around her stomach hang ribbons off of them. They would fall down like a flowing, grass skirt to the floor. Since she did not have any twirls or kicks, it should not show her panties.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> slightly wet fishnet stockings, incredibly large belt, short t-shirt, fine fishnet shirt (back ripped), panties, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> A bit in pain </td>
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<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar, unused packet of fake blood </td>
</tr>

</table>

ZeldaEMDnormaldance3

2015-10-02T03:03:30Z

Zaick: Created page with 'The third song began. Zelda decided to take Lulu further back, though with her mic on, she could not quite explain why. The good news was that the dance itself did not involve to…'

The third song began. Zelda decided to take Lulu further back, though with her mic on, she could not quite explain why. The good news was that the dance itself did not involve tons of leg movement. Zelda was not so trained in that, after all. There were some dips and bows, but she would be fine. Just being a little further back, there was hardly any issue during the dance itself - until she had to take a step.

She was unsure of it at first, and every part of her paid close attention. She paid too close attention, it seemed, and as she felt the belt shift slightly, she panicked. It never showed anything, but that did not stop her from thinking it would. She did not straighten out her foot, and stumbled beside Lulu. It was the end of the song. It could have been choreographed that way. Lulu tried to grab Zelda as she fell, and Zelda saw this and grabbed back. Lulu fell on Zelda, and they both slid across the warped wooden stage a little. Zelda on the bottom, her belt moved up her body just slightly. No one could see it, but it exposed her panties to the bare ground. As she slowly sat up and tried to move, she felt it caught. Lulu stood up first and pulled Zelda up with the cheering crowd. Zelda resisted, but Lulu pulled again. The rip was inaudible, but her panties stayed on the ground, stuck to the floor. The standing was so fast and strong that when Zelda moved, Lulu lost balance. Being further back on stage, she fell into Selena's drums. It was the first sign things were not quite planned - it was a clear stumble. Lulu looked back, a little malignant in her gaze. Zelda wanted to explain, but she could say nothing without telling the entire audience. Lulu stood up and and pushed Zelda, and everything was saved. The audience cheered at the drama - maybe it was planned. Maybe this whole thing was like an arc of a story. The tension was rising.

Selena stood up, catching only what the audience could, and pushed Lulu. Zelda tried to hold up her hands to keep them calm. She then saw what she feared - Lulu was not angry any longer, but thinking it was all part of the plan. She mockingly hit Selena's back as Selena pulled at Lulu's spaghetti straps. The audience kept cheering. "Come on, Zelda." Selena whispered. "We are about to change. We won't lose anything anyway. Let's just shift the fight slowly to backstage." Lulu's straps were off her arms completely, and the garters to her stockings were undone to the audience's delight. It showed nothing more, but they were elastic and recognizable. Selena took it further, as she always would, and let Lulu rip off her bra. It was behind that shirt, Selena would say, and just fine. With a little obvious goading, Selena peeled off Lulu's stockings. They were just legs, after all.

Zelda could not explain it, but decided simply to book it to backstage, since they were going there anyway. The belt was resting well where it should - like a mini skirt, but she still did not take wide steps, even if the audience was pretty far. She felt her jacket being held and looked back, seeing Lulu had grabbed it. Selena moved forward as the audience kept cheering.

"Just a couple things." Selena whispered. Lulu pulled the jacket off in a deft movement, and Zelda shook her head in fear. It might have looked like acting. Selena reached to the belt, and Lulu grabbed Zelda to keep her in place. They had surrounded her entirely from the audience's view. "Just the belt. It'll show something real." The gigantic belt was clasped right up front, and Zelda put her hands over her crotch. Selena was so much stronger and faster, though, and let it come open. They were shielding her from the audience's view, but Zelda's entire crotch and butt was now bare. Selena was frozen, and both her and Lulu looked at the panties stuck on the ground of the stage, practically blending in to the darkness of the wood.

Selena still saved it. "We'll get you back there." She said. Zelda kept her hands over herself, her bare hips in Lulu's view. Selena threw the belt with a roar of approval and the audience cheered. "That'll buy us time. Go." They shuffled backstage.

"Okay, all we need to d-" Lulu began to console the scarred Zelda, but they saw that the tent was full. The two shielded Zelda from anyone's view and called out, "Hey!"

Someone poked their head out. "What? Oh, you want your music sheets?" They handed over a pile of paper. Selena took it slowly, then looked to Zelda with her eyes wide.

"Oh. They're here already." Of course they were. The next band would start in twenty minutes. All their things were dropped off back to their car.

Oh stage, the stage hands had cleared the area and prepped the drums back in place. "This is fine." Selena said with a shrug.

"Fine?! You stripped me mostly naked!" Zelda could speak now. The mic dead time was planned.

"And well, none of us are that fine." Lulu admitted. "We all expected there to be clothes. I can't dance like this." She pointed to her dress. She even took off her shoes to take the stockings off. All she had was the garter belt, her underwear, and her dress, which would have been more or less fine if the dress itself was not damaged in the fake fight. The straps were not only undone, but the zipper on the back was stuck half way down.

"I have safety pins." Selena said, pointing to her pants. "I can lose the pants and just have the shirt and my underwear - whatever."

"And me?" Zelda asked. The two looked to her, and she blushed. "You can't exactly give me anything to wear down here."

The three brainstormed. The first idea was the [[Zeldaemdbigpants4| easiest]]. Pin Selena's useless scrappy oversized pants to Zelda, and not pin Lulu's dress. To help with Lulu's top problem, Zelda would give her both her stockings to wrap around like a tubetop (the double layering might keep it from being too see through) as well as her ripped fishnet shirt.

The second idea was harder. [[ZeldaemdSelenashirt4| Zelda would wear Selena's shirt]], which was rather large for her, but long enough to cover all of her like a dress. She would use a stocking to wrap around herself like a belt. Selena would let Lulu pin up her dress, and use Zelda's t-shirt for her own top. It was only long enough to cover the entirety of her well endowed chest, and she would have to rip off the sleeves to fit through it like a tubetop. Selena was fine with the idea, but the no-neckline shirt on Zelda would be a larger issue, even with the ripped fishnet shirt.

The last was craziest. [[Zeldaemdwearspaper| Zelda would wear the music sheets]] as a skirt with the safety pins pinned to the fishnet stockings wrapped around her chest and waist as the base. They alone would not actually shield anything, but the paper would not really pin to a good shape without something to support it - and they may as well make a quick paper shirt to go along with it. Lulu needed help with her dress, so Zelda would give her her t-shirt to wear underneath. Not sure if covering her bottom or top fully would be more important, Zelda would make the fishnet shirt a small see through crop top, and tie the rest of the fabric ripped off as some make-shift tiny rolled underwear.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> slightly wet fishnet stockings, short t-shirt, fine fishnet shirt (ripped in back), boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Embarrassed slightly </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar, unused packet of fake blood </td>
</tr>

</table>

Zeldaemdshirt3

2015-10-02T02:11:15Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Zelda decided to ignore Avery. It was true she was important in this song when the two were dancing, as during that time there were only vocals, keyboard, bass, and drums - witho…'

Zelda decided to ignore Avery. It was true she was important in this song when the two were dancing, as during that time there were only vocals, keyboard, bass, and drums - without the keyboard it would sound bland, but Avery would have some time to figure it out.

Zelda slipped off the guitar for a moment and put the shirt on. She took the ripped fishnet from Lulu's hands and threw it to the side of the stage - it would be useless right now. Picking up the guitar, Zelda signaled she was ready to Selena, who began the countdown again.

Avery, however, had not made good progress. She eventually learned to roll up the bottom of the pants - why were they sitting so low? And stand up. As she did, her hand pressed against one of the undone ties of the back of her tanktop, and pulled it loose. The shirt, untied completely in the back, now fell to the ground and left her with only her tube top on. She actually noticed this, and knelt behind the electric keyboard, as if it would somehow help. The untied shirt was useless on the ground. Her pants, having ridden lower and lower with the popped button, were now at her thighs, and only staying on due to her slightly knelt position. She played a few keys, but was horrendously off track to the song.

Ali groaned and moved closer to Avery as if it would somehow help. Selena played louder as Zelda and Lulu both began their dance. It did not involve a huge amount of leg work, and a few bends here and there. It really went by just fine, despite the fact the music sounded atrocious until Ali unplugged the keyboard entirely, just letting only the vocals and bass and drum play out. Avery saw what Ali did, looked confused, and stood up to try and plug it back in. As she stood straight, however, her pants fell the rest of the way down, and she was in only her tube top and modest, hugging boy shorts. The song came to finality in a clumsy manner, with the crowd only laughing at what they were doing - if they thought it was a comedy show, it might have done well. They would have to do a lot these last two songs to bring it around.

Avery was panicking, attempting to cover herself with anything. She tried to pull the pants up, but they were all tangled and bunched. People were snapping photos of her as she flailed, falling to the ground. The warped stage's errant floor boards actually caught her boy shorts, snapping it against her backside and riding it up. Eventually she went to her knees and just dragged the whole electric piano in front of her body, sideways to cover up. The song was already over, and Zelda and Lulu were trying to pull Avery back.

"You'll get a wardrobe change with us and it'll be fine!" Lulu whispered to Avery. "Come on!"

Avery was dragged back, letting the piano go. Not able to stand, the piano's cords and keys tangled with the mess of the pants, and, it already at her ankles, Avery kicked it off in order to go backstage faster.

"I'm sure there've been worse performances." Selena said while yawning. "Avery! You got so many fans today!"

"I didn't want them!" Avery attested. Her boy shorts had lost their elasticity from snapping against the floor. They were riding low on her hips, not snug to any part of her. It was clear they were only staying on because of her butt. Her tube top worked as her strapless bra across the small chest she had, and accentuated the entire curve of her top half.

"Guys." Lulu said, pointing to the backstage. Their tent had been taken over. of course it had. The next band would be playing in twenty minutes. All their wardrobe changes had been moved to their cars, which was much too far.

Zelda held her head and tried to focus. "We have to do something for Avery."

"We have to just keep it going." Selena suggested. "I mean, Avery can take care of herself. Those stage hands already put the piano back up."

"But I'm half naked!" Avery whined. She bounced a little, which seemed to ride the underwear a little lower.

"FINE. I have safety pins on my pants. I can forgo my pants and you can [[ZeldaemdpinAvery4| pin your underwear]] to stay on you better." Selena sighed. "But we need to get back out there!"

"Zelda and I have our stockings left. It is not much, but we can also use them to [[ZeldaemdskirtAvery4| wrap around]] your waist to keep the shorts up like a little skirt." Lulu suggested. "We would hardly be losing anything important."

"I still don't have a shirt, though." Avery said timidly.

"Our stockings don't do much for shirts." Lulu admitted. "But Zelda has a shirt. I mean, you were just in your br-"

"No." Zelda said shortly. "Though I suppose I can let Avery use my shirt - it would be low enough to double as a short dress now, and then [[Zeldaemdwearsbelttop| wear my belt]] like a top."

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Hurried and annoyed </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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ZeldaemdhelpAvery3

2015-10-01T20:23:47Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Zelda moved to Avery, leaving Lulu and her clothes behind. She knelt down and took Avery's hands, slowly bringing her up. Avery looked at Zelda's near toplessness and gasped. "Oh…'

Zelda moved to Avery, leaving Lulu and her clothes behind. She knelt down and took Avery's hands, slowly bringing her up. Avery looked at Zelda's near toplessness and gasped. "Oh no! Were we taking our tops off? I don't really want to..."

"No." Zelda said in a hushed tone, and then realized her voice was still playing for the crowd. They could not hear Avery's question, but still, Zelda had to keep herself mute.

Avery looked to Ali, still fully clothed, then Selena, who was dressed more akin to Zelda. She looked to Lulu, who was normally dressed, and then confused back to Zelda. "I really don't know what's going on, though. Is it just you and Selena then? That leaves us out." Avery then ran to Lulu and unzipped the back of the dress. Lulu gasped and held it closed while Selena laughed. Avery began to make her way to Ali, all the while undoing the ties on the back of her shirt. The crowd began to cheer again, but for a different reason.

Lulu continued to struggle to zip the dress back up, but could not quite reach the zipper. The dress stayed on due to the straps, but now was rather loose up top. Selena continued to jeer by the drums as Avery let the shirt fall, her top half now only dressed with the tube top. As she made her way to Ali, the bassist kicked Avery back and shot a glare to Selena, who only shrugged and began the third song.

Beginning the next song without a keyboardist was not an issue, and Avery was crawling her way back to the piano as the song went on. As she stood up to it, her pants sat half way down her butt to expose her panties, but she still did not seem to notice.

Lulu and Zelda began their dance a little into the song, dropping the guitar while Avery returned to serenading them on the keyboard. Despite the lack of shirt, Zelda did not have many issues to deal with aside from exposing her stomach and back to the crowd. Lulu, however, constantly felt her straps slipping off her shoulders. She had no bra, and her bare back would show when she turned away - hardly an issue, but still alarming at how easily things were falling off her. She ended up having to do a sort of bow, which she cut a bit short. The straps made their way up her arms slightly, which caused the front of the dress to fall down her top. Instead of letting the dress fall forward, she immediately brought her arms back to cover her chest, which in turn left the dress hanging at her elbows and stomach, her breasts only covered by her hands. The crowd cheered more as Lulu backed away in fear. Zelda moved in front of her and felt Lulu pressed against her back. The two backed away as the song came to a clumsy finish, with the crowd thinking this more a comedy act than a real metal routine. As Lulu moved back a bit further, she tripped. Her arms grabbed for Zelda, but only managed to take Zelda's belt and shorts down with her. Zelda fell forward, dressed in her stockings, bra, and panties. Behind them, Selena cheered on harder. The song ended, and Zelda and Lulu ran backstage. Stage hands proceeded to fix the stage up, and Selena joined them.

"That was amazing!" She laughed.

"That was HORRIBLE." Lulu said, her hands holding Zelda's shorts and belt to her chest for cover. "Zelda I am so sorry."

Zelda stood in aghast behind the curtain. She had to focus, though, and shook her head. "Selena, go get Avery. She'll need to change like us."

Selena shrugged and brought Avery with them, leaving Ali alone. Ali, never saying anything, just proceeded to play a few practice riffs while the audience continued to whoop and holler.

The four made their way to the tents, but saw their own tent had been taken over. "What?" Selena demanded, seeing the next band had taken its place. Of course they had - no one had planned a costume change. Their clothes had been moved back to their car area, which was too far.

"What do we do?" Lulu said, backstage again. The zipper of her dress was actually broken by Avery.

"Fuck it, let's just go out [[Zeldaemdgoeslikethat4| like we are]]." Selena suggested. "I mean you have your pants still, Zelda, and we can hold back on dancing for you, Lulu."

Lulu slowly handed Zelda the shorts back and kept her chest covered. They were alone behind the curtain, but she was still modest in front of the three. Zelda saw the shorts' fly was broken open.

"I think they took our other clothes." Avery said. "Those stage people."

She was right. Not wanting more tripping to cause insurance issues, they saw their other clothes were off stage.

"I've got a million safety pins for Lulu's dress and those shorts." Selena suggested. "And for any ideas you might have."

"What about your pants?" Lulu asked.

"Like I need pants!" Selena laughed.

Consolidating the clothes was also possible. [[ZeldaemdAverybelt4| Avery could give her tube top to Lulu for help with dancing, and then wear Zelda's belt as a top.]] Alternatively, Avery could be left as is, as wearing only a belt on top might spill trouble for how she acts, and instead use the [[Zeldaemdgivesstockings4| fishnet stockings for Lulu's extra top support.]] Double layered they would not be as see through.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> slightly wet fishnet stockings, slightly wet shorts, incredibly large belt, bra, panties, boots </td>
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<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Quickly Considering </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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EMDzeldamroeenergy2

2015-10-01T19:47:52Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Zelda burst into the second song. Her fingers were trained enough to keep going in the rain, and each time she thought she made a mistake she would jump even more, and scream eve…'

Zelda burst into the second song. Her fingers were trained enough to keep going in the rain, and each time she thought she made a mistake she would jump even more, and scream even louder.

At a key climactic moment of the song, she had to be close to Lulu to be stabbed, but until then she had her own free reign. It meant she went too far stage right, and her guitar became unplugged.

It actually happened at the best time it could - a short respite she was not playing in. There was a click that sounded, but it was hardly an issue. She jogged back to the amp and plugged the end back in. As she stood back up with her guitar, she felt herself become stuck.

The whole set of shelves that kept the amp and the like together was shoddy work. It had to be switched out every band. Still, it did not forgive the sharp edges that now the end of Zelda's shorts. She had to get back into playing, but as she stood up, she felt a small tear in the shorts and she fell forward - into the crowd.

At first, she thought it was all over. She would not come in at the right time, and no one would know what to do. Her bandmates, however, kept playing. They just went on with another riff, carrying them forward. Ali was at this point playing like crazy, and with Avery mashing whatever sort of keys she felt and Lulu dancing, it seemed planned.

All except the fact that Zelda did not actually want to be crowd surfing. She did not initially mind the idea, but that was in her mind. In reality it was jarring and strange, with hands passing her around. She never went too far away from the stage, as she still was holding the guitar, and since no one wanted to flip her over and threaten her dropping the guitar, all the hands were on her back and legs. It was working, though. Everyone in the crowd was excited. They were recording the show, and how crazy everyone was getting.

Zelda angled herself to get back toward the stage, where Lulu waited with the prop knife. She would be presented to Lulu, then stabbed, and it would be as amazing as any finale they could hope for - except of course this was the second song.

It all seemed to be going as perfectly as could be - Selena took the cue and sprayed the fake blood across the stage, and Lulu stabbed Zelda - they were missing some lyrics, but people got the point. Lulu then took Zelda's rather limp body by the arms and started to drag her on stage. Zelda, however, felt a quick hand under her jacket, and then another under her belt. The large belt actually did not keep anything up - it sat over the shorts. Her shorts were tight enough she never thought she needed anything. Just then, however, she felt her bra become unclasped, and in a deft movement, both her straps undone. The bra whisked away from under her shirt, ripping the fishnet shirt as well alone the way. Her shorts peeled out from under her belt in a sudden movement. By the time Zelda was on stage looking back, there was just a sea of fans.

Zelda backed from the edge of the stage. She still had a jacket and two shirts on, but the freedom of her chest would be rather apparent in the dancing number. Worse was her missing shorts. Her belt actually covered her about as much as the shorts did from its size, but it was not flexible, and too much leg movement could ride them up high enough for people to see only underwear would be underneath, or if they went down too low see the top of the pair. It stuck well to her, but it was like wearing a stiff mini skirt.

Maybe some of the audience noticed, but Lulu certainly did not, and in between the second and third song pranced around the stage in victory. Zelda slowly stood up, hearing Selena start the next song. If she made it another song, she could get to the wardrobe change and fix some of these problems. All she had to do was dance wearing a belt. She could try and do everything [[ZeldaEMDnormaldance3| normally]], just further back on the stage than planned, or she could explain to Selena they should switch songs to their fourth one since they were so successful with this one - [[Zeldaemdsavedance3| save the dance]] for after the change, and use it to rile up to the finale.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Slightly wet jacket, slightly wet fishnet stockings, incredibly large belt, short t-shirt, fine fishnet shirt, panties, boots </td>
</tr>

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Unsure, nervous, legs close together </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar, unused packet of fake blood </td>
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EMDZeldadriesguitar2

2015-10-01T19:21:58Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Zelda does not think too hard about it. She takes off her jacket first and throws it to the side. She will not have time to put it back on until after this next song, and even th…'

Zelda does not think too hard about it. She takes off her jacket first and throws it to the side. She will not have time to put it back on until after this next song, and even then, she has a wardrobe change one song after that so it may just waste time. She tries to use her small t shirt to wipe the guitar, but it does not stretch very far. Her solution is to take the shirt off and wipe the guitar down, but realizes what she has done right then. She is standing in the fishnet shirt, which even when on stage, would be see through enough to make out completely her black bra.

Without even time to think through what she did, Selena counted off the next song. Zelda looked back in fear, the crowd cheering wildly at her. Selena is obviously having fun, keeping Zelda from putting her shirt back on. Zelda drops the shirt and spins around, beginning the next song.

Lulu dances in this one, with which she does impeccably even while playing the violin. It mostly involves her legs, which she can bend and kick with graceful ease. She has a routine, with the song sort of telling a story, which eventually leads Lulu to stab Zelda in the middle of a scream. It leads pretty well into the dance routine, or so Selena always says.

Moments before the stabbing occurs, Selena releases the blood across the stage. She is a little early, but that is normal for her. Lulu stabbed Zelda while she lifted her guitar, which in all rehearsals always turned out well. Fake blood would squirt, pink ribbons would start to fly, and the third song would start shortly after that.

This time, however, the fishnet shirt caught the prop dagger. As Lulu pulled away and the blood flowed between them, the shirt came with her. Lulu looked up to Zelda alarmed, and Zelda was completely shocked, one strap of her bra slipping half down her shoulder - it was a good thing considering shocked was what she was supposed to act like.

Only Ali was playing in time at this point, finishing the song and staring at the others, annoyed. Avery proceeded to try and peek around and see what they were up to, which caused her to slip on some of the fake blood. The piano stayed fine, just rolling a little away from her. She tried to stand up a few times, constantly tangled in her bondage pants which, with each stumble, sat lower on her hips. A couple of the dozen ties on the back of her tank top came loose. She eventually sat up, completely unaware the strain on her made pants caused the front button to pop.
Selena, seeing Zelda's fit body was a third exposed, slipped her arms out of her own shirt to not be one-upped. Her top only covered by a bra, she began to count off the third song. This time, though, Zelda stopped her.

Zelda held her hands up and waved them, which did actually stop Selena, somehow. Perhaps Selena actually realized Avery was not even at her piano yet, and Lulu had not yet even dropped the knife attached to the ripped apart fishnet.

With a short moment of respite, Zelda had to decide fast what she wanted to fix before the next song began. With her guitar back in front of her, she would not have much showing off, but then remembered this was the dance number. She removed the guitar during that. It was uncomfortable to think about, and the crowd was both laughing and jeering and cheering at this point. She could take the time to [[ZeldaemdhelpAvery3| help Avery]] up and get on with the show, or she could leave Avery to figure things out while she put her [[Zeldaemdshirt3| shirt]] by her feet back on.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> slightly wet fishnet stockings, slightly wet shorts, incredibly large belt, bra, panties, boots </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Alarmingly half exposed </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar </td>
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EMDZeldaconcertstart

2015-10-01T18:57:57Z

Zaick:

On this hot day in the concert by the river, Zelda's heart beat frantically before even heading out from backstage. The stage was outside, so they prepped in a set of tents that held their costume changes. Several stage hands were now prepping their equipment.

"ALRIGHT!" Selena said while rubbing her hands together. "Today is the day!"

"For what?" Ali asked, unamused.

"For whatever we want!" Selena announced. "For all of us to get laid! For all the managers to want to represent us, or, fuck them, all the studios to put our album together!"

Zelda kept bouncing up and down, somehow thinking it would help calm herself. She had done concerts before, sure, but now there would be hundreds of people watching on an unfamiliar stage...

"I hope there's food here." Avery said while playing with the straps of her pants. "Or else everyone will be hungry."

Lulu tuned her violin for the tenth time, looking timidly to Zelda, then all the others. "I'm sure we'll all be fine. Zelda, are you ready?"

Zelda nodded and spun around, her hands on her hips. "Ready!" She moves next to the stage, still behind the curtain, seeing they were about to be announced.

"Song one is normal." Selena says in her fast, almost manic fashion. "Song two we bring out the knives and the blood! Song three we have a dance, then a wardrobe change after that. Song four we throw around a bunch of ribbons and get energy up as much as we can before the finale! Five! Blood! Knives! Dancing! Everything together!"

"And what am I supposed to do while you three change?" Ali asked.

"Tell a joke, why don't you?" Selena snapped back.

"I know at least two really good ones." Avery offered.

They were announced. Zelda ran out onto the stage, her vision tunneled to the microphone. She whipped up her guitar and looked back to see everyone else get into place. Zelda held up a hand while the crowd, only half aware after so many concerts, cheered. She had to get them going as much as possible.

The first song opened with a scream. It was strong and proud, without a hint of error until the second half when Avery seemed to be paying more attention to having the ability to push her piano around on wheels across the stage rather than playing. Zelda rocked her body and ran up and down the stage, getting at least the front row going with her beat. Only when nearing the end of the first song did things go truly awry.

There were threats of rain, and on a heavily electric concert like this, it could be bad. If anything shorted (with which the stage hands insisted everything would not), it would end the concert, and all future bands at the festival, immediately. Zelda could hear over the song and cheering Avery squealing in delight as the first droplets fell on them.

Not only was the warped wooden stage wet and slippery, but the instruments themselves were becoming harder to play. It was not a pelting rain, and honestly, it seemed to wake the crowd up even more. If Zelda played it out right, they might even come out the other end better than they started. The rain ended by the time they got to the end of the first song.

She had an issue of her guitar being wet. She saw that Ali had already mostly dried her own bass with her shirt without missing a beat. She could do things like that. Avery likely had not a care in the world, but if anyone was paying attention to her tight shirt they could note the general shape of her smaller chest. With the tube top under the shirt nothing was that noticeable, but the ties keeping her shirt together in the back were wet and hanging. The water somehow only made Lulu look more majestic, and with a ballerina like twirl that sprayed some water off her dress to get it from clinging to her legs, she was back in business. Selena in the back seemed to revel in the wetness the most. Her top, already completely loose around her shoulders, rode lower to show off her ample cleavage. She was far in the back, but she still leaned forward completely in between songs while yelling. In between the first and second song, Zelda could [[EMDZeldadriesguitar2| dry off]] her guitar to not worry about slipping up with her own shirt, but she had that jacket on. Alternatively, she could make up for any slips just by having that much [[EMDzeldamroeenergy2| more energy]]. This was the first gimmick song, after all, and involved Selena spraying fake blood and Lulu stabbing Zelda with a prop knife in a key point of the song.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Slightly wet jacket, slightly wet fishnet stockings, slightly wet shorts, incredibly large belt, short t-shirt, fine fishnet shirt, bra, panties, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Nervous </td>
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<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar, packet of fake blood </td>
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EMDZeldaconcertstart

2015-10-01T18:43:25Z

Zaick: Created page with 'On this hot day in the concert by the river, Zelda's heart beat frantically before even heading out from backstage. The stage was outside, so they prepped in a set of tents that …'

On this hot day in the concert by the river, Zelda's heart beat frantically before even heading out from backstage. The stage was outside, so they prepped in a set of tents that held their costume changes. Several stage hands were now prepping their equipment.

"ALRIGHT!" Selena said while rubbing her hands together. "Today is the day!"

"For what?" Ali asked, unamused.

"For whatever we want!" Selena announced. "For all of us to get laid! For all the managers to want to represent us, or, fuck them, all the studios to put our album together!"

Zelda kept bouncing up and down, somehow thinking it would help calm herself. She had done concerts before, sure, but now there would be hundreds of people watching on an unfamiliar stage...

"I hope there's food here." Avery said while playing with the straps of her pants. "Or else everyone will be hungry."

Lulu tuned her violin for the tenth time, looking timidly to Zelda, then all the others. "I'm sure we'll all be fine. Zelda, are you ready?"

Zelda nodded and spun around, her hands on her hips. "Ready!" She moves next to the stage, still behind the curtain, seeing they were about to be announced.

"Song one is normal." Selena says in her fast, almost manic fashion. "Song two we bring out the knives and the blood! Song three we have a dance, then a wardrobe change after that. Song four we throw around a bunch of ribbons and get energy up as much as we can. Song five is a bit of a breather before the finale! Six! Blood! Knives! Dancing! Everything together!"

"And what am I supposed to do while you three change?" Ali asked.

"Tell a joke, why don't you?" Selena snapped back.

"I know at least two really good ones." Avery offered.

They were announced. Zelda ran out onto the stage, her vision tunneled to the microphone. She whipped up her guitar and looked back to see everyone else get into place. Zelda held up a hand while the crowd, only half aware after so many concerts, cheered. She had to get them going as much as possible.

The first song opened with a scream. It was strong and proud, without a hint of error until the second half when Avery seemed to be paying more attention to having the ability to push her piano around on wheels across the stage rather than playing. Zelda rocked her body and ran up and down the stage, getting at least the front row going with her beat. Only when nearing the end of the first song did things go truly awry.

There were threats of rain, and on a heavily electric concert like this, it could be bad. If anything shorted (with which the stage hands insisted everything would not), it would end the concert, and all future bands at the festival, immediately. Zelda could hear over the song and cheering Avery squealing in delight as the first droplets fell on them.

Not only was the warped wooden stage wet and slippery, but the instruments themselves were becoming harder to play. It was not a pelting rain, and honestly, it seemed to wake the crowd up even more. If Zelda played it out right, they might even come out the other end better than they started. The rain ended by the time they got to the end of the first song.

She had an issue of her guitar being wet. She saw that Ali had already mostly dried her own bass with her shirt without missing a beat. She could do things like that. Avery likely had not a care in the world, but if anyone was paying attention to her tight shirt they could note the general shape of her smaller chest. With the tube top under the shirt nothing was that noticeable, but the ties keeping her shirt together in the back were wet and hanging. The water somehow only made Lulu look more majestic, and with a ballerina like twirl that sprayed some water off her dress to get it from clinging to her legs, she was back in business. Selena in the back seemed to revel in the wetness the most. Her top, already completely loose around her shoulders, rode lower to show off her ample cleavage. She was far in the back, but she still leaned forward completely in between songs while yelling. In between the first and second song, Zelda could [[EMDZeldadriesguitar2| dry off]] her guitar to not worry about slipping up with her own shirt, but she had that jacket on. Alternatively, she could make up for any slips just by having that much [[EMDzeldamroeenergy2| more energy]]. This was the first gimmick song, after all, and involved Selena spraying fake blood and Lulu stabbing Zelda with a prop knife in a key point of the song.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Slightly wet jacket, slightly wet fishnet stockings, slightly wet shorts, incredibly large belt, short t-shirt, fine fishnet shirt, bra, panties, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Nervous </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Guitar, packet of fake blood </td>
</tr>

</table>

EmdZeldabegin

2015-10-01T18:05:18Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Zelda is the lead singer to Pink Laceration, a generally small known heavy metal band that runs both the fact it is populated by females, as well as the general gimmick it would …'

Zelda is the lead singer to Pink Laceration, a generally small known heavy metal band that runs both the fact it is populated by females, as well as the general gimmick it would have an aspect of "cuteness" and, well, death. It truly was not Zelda's idea. It was Selena's, who insisted Zelda's incredible screaming voice would get them far. It got them somewhere, at least. Their current show is supposed to run 30 minutes in a music festival, which was a great honor for them - managerless and local. In order to put on the best show, they are pulling out all the gimmicks. Pink prop knives, pink ribbons, fake blood, a costume change after three songs (planning on six songs total), at least one song with a small choreographed dance... If anything, it spells disaster, or so Zelda at least thinks. She always thinks they have too much going into an idea - why not just one gimmick instead of a dozen?

[[EMDZeldaconcertstart| Zelda]] is a font of energy, a little doubtful of herself at times, but focuses well on what is in front of her. She both sings and plays guitar, as well as does dances that Lulu comes up with. She is dressed in tall boots, fishnet leggings and a fishnet shirt, shorts with a gigantic belt, a short black t-shirt and bra, and a spiked collared black and pink small jacket

Selena is a taller, more robust lady who plays the drums. In general, she is typically just very good at beating things in time. She is brash and is typically incredibly good or incredibly bad at PR. This band was hers to create, and will do anything to keep it going and to have fun. She is dressed in incredibly ripped pants with tons of pins, and a t shirt whose top hole is cut to expose her shoulder and collars. The torn sleeves rest at the top of her arms, which could get in the way of her drumming, but she more just enjoys the tension against her muscles and plays harder.

Lulu is a tall and lithe dancer who plays electric violin, used in all the songs to try to give it a more unique feel. She comes up with little dances, not involving flips or anything, just arm movements, to keep attention focused and energy up. Her focus on Zelda's dancing movements comes from both an extreme attraction as well as a huge passion. She is dressed in a black and pink lacy dress with spaghetti straps that ends above her knees, though is mostly just see through frills until it gets up to her mid thigh. She has fishnet stockings kept up with garters, and high, thick heels.

Ali is the bassist, and has incredibly long, dark hair she uses to cover her face. She mentions she has dreams of being the best bassist in the world, and does play incredibly well, but she is not much for talking. She is dressed in a jacket that can zip up in front, a flowing black shirt, and striped skinny pants. She always refuses to take part in costume changes.

Avery is the tiny keyboardist, who spends her time usually trying to keep up rather than getting into the music. She is about as not-there as it gets, though somehow pulls through with a good, full sound. She is dressed in pink and black spider themed clothes. She has a spiked collar and a tight black tank top that is cut completely open in the back, but then tied in several holes and laces. She has bondage pants with several links to either leg, and also kept tight to her with many belts along them. She has comfortable underwear on, and a tube top under the tank. She does not take part in the costume change.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
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Embarrassing Day

2015-10-01T17:07:17Z

Zaick:

== '''Embarrassing Day''' ==

It is a hot, humid day (or night) in a sprawling modern (or fantasy) city beside a river. The story follows different girls trying on a day attempting to overcome a slow exposure of circumstances, and make it to their goal. The story involves nudity, though cuts short at outright violence. It can feature sex, if it makes sense to lead that way. There will be multiple scenarios and characters, though the theme remains the same. The path will be slow, and the rewards can be sexual, but not necessarily always that far. The idea is to have around 100 pages a character, with around 30 different endings (more for Arianna due to two main starting paths).

'''Modern Options''' -

[[emdZeldabegin| Zelda]] is the lead singer of an amateur heavy metal band. She is an energetic fit lady of normal height and wild bleached hair, and paired with four others that make her band. They are performing on an old, but large venue in front of many - certainly nothing can go wrong.

[[Corabegin| Cora]] is a book enthusiast in her early twenties. She wears large, circular glasses and has wide hips. She spends the majority of her time in the city-block sized county library, where she hopes to visit and read the rare books. The rare books, however, are typically kept locked away from normal eyes.

[[Jobegin| Jo]] is a graffiti artist who has one job she has aspired to: there is a four story mansion of such size in the smaller section of the river, that if painted, would be able to be seen by all in the city. She is 19, an avid climber and runner with short hair, and typically works with a partner in crime named Wes.

[[Ariannabegin| Arianna]] is a butterfly farmer who sells her specimen to the zoo. She has heard of a rare monarch that has been spotted in the new garden that is a part of the incredibly large forested city park. She is in her late twenties, slightly tall, and toned.
Alternatively, there is also the optional starting point of the other set of branches where Arianna starts off with one of five injured costumes and has to make it 20 blocks in the middle of the busy day to [[Ariannaemdcostumes3| reach her home]]. This is a specific path in Arianna's story, but since it takes a bit of a shift here, the link is here to just start at this point.

'''Fantasy Options''' -

[[EMDAdventurebegin| Fiora's Adventuring Group]] is a rather respected mercenary group of four. Fiora the half elf fighter, Alma the gnome rogue, Poppy the elven sorceress, and Rhalve the human cleric. They are in a quest to route an evil necromancer from his tower for the good of the nearby town, though may face many embarrassing issues along the way.

[[LilyMaarabegin| Lily and Maara]] are two witches competing for last place in their entrance exams. They fight in a specialized area watched by dozens of judges with their magic, wits, and strength, for the last place in the Magic Academy. Their bodies are protected by magic, although not anything else. While defeat by modesty is not necessarily typical for this test, it could happen. Lily is a smaller, thin lady, while Maara is much more filled out and curvy.

'''Scifi/Paranormal Options''' -

[[Samibegin| Sami]] is a slimeroach exterminator. By the year 2090, semisolid salt-water based hungry creatures have infested society. Impervious to any sort of poison, gas, or weapon, the only solution seems to be dehydration and fire. Unfortunately, many infested areas can not simply be burned to solve the issue. Exterminators began to sprout up, using bbguns that fire dehydration pellets that suck the roaches up, and then get swept away for cremation. Sami is fit, small, and slender, using her size to reach areas not able to be reached by others. She works with two others named Pila and Rat, in a job to clean out an incredibly large wood complex.

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> N/A </td>
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JoemdhelpsWes6

2015-09-30T03:04:55Z

Zaick:

You don't want to leave him behind, but you find it ridiculous he has this much apparent pain in him and yet still has the gall to get hard at your plight. Still, though, it has to work in your favor. You are not going to leave him behind just because he is an idiot.

The first thing you do is keep a hand around your hoodie, the other around your crotch. Without anything underneath, you do not want to flash him as you stand up. You do, however, lean far forward, letting both breasts push against the open hole - your small cleavage pushes against the hoodie, threatening to burst as it inches further across the curve of your chest. As you begin to feel the zipper at the edge of each side press against your nipple, you retract and let the hoodie rest to cover it all again.

"Feel like coming after me?" You ask playfully and back away. Wes responds immediately, sitting up. He barely even groans, and he uses the cane to help himself move toward you.

You find it much more fun than you anticipated. You lead him foot by foot toward the far wall, spotting the stairs in the dank darkness that leads to what appears to be a storm door. As he begins to falter, you chide him along. The first time, you turn away from him completely and peel the hoodie off both shoulders. You look behind yourself and dare him to make it in front of you to see. He starts moving fast again, and you jog ahead, putting the hoodie back on with a laugh. The second time, you turn a quarter toward him and bend the leg that faces him. You lift the front of the hoodie all the way to your stomach in front, letting the entirety of your hip and the bottom half of your butt and legs be shown to him. Again, he moves faster to try and get a better angle, but you put the hoodie back down and move to the stairs. He looks at them waveringly, but you just wink and move up first. Him underneath you, you know that even with your feet pressed completely together the entirety of your round cheeks are on display, but you move upward, careful not to separate your legs to show more than you intend.

You push open the storm door without issue, happy it is not locked. The two of you move to the edge of the river. You want to think you can bring everything across, but you drop your bag. Wes is not far behind you, looking stronger by the moment. He approaches the water and breaths in deep. You see he is still hard, and a part of your mind wonders how well that will affect his swimming.

"Carry me across." You demand, taking a step into the water. It already is freezing, and you feel yourself begin to fall. Immediately, Wes reacts, dropping the cane and grabbing you. It was not quite what you intended to happen, but it worked. He immediately dives into the water, and swims. He keeps you afloat easily, but the entire process seems to take ages. Half way there, he begins to gasp.

"Can you kick?" He asks between gasps. "It'll help."

You try, but realize it is not working well. You also realize your boots are full of water, and reach down to untie them, letting them drop. For good measure, you use your toes to peel off the scraps of leggings and begin to kick. You feel Wes' arm around your ribs. They do not waver, and his strong arm keeps you held tight.

Before your legs even feel anything, Wes is dragging you ashore. He places you on the rocks next to himself, and lays back uncomfortably. Your hoodie is sopping wet, and leaves you incredibly cold, but you pull it around yourself. Wes is in no better condition, but for some reason your eyes move down in curiosity to his trunks, wondering what was left. You look away quickly. You are unsure if you saw something peeking out, there.

"Did I do well?" He asks, panting.

"What? Of course."

"Was that... Was it just a joke?"

He is looking at you know with half closed eyes. A joke? What does he mean?

"Everything you just did. Was it just... Just a joke? Just trying to get me to do things?"

That is hardly a joke, but you are unsure how exactly to respond. You could say [[Joemdsaysitwasajoke7| yes]] and save yourself right here - clearly he is expecting something. You were just teasing him, of course. You wonder, though, was it a joke? Maybe it was [[Joemddecidesitisnot7| not]]?

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet Black hoodie with zipper broken up-front down to navel </td>
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<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> A teasing mood </td>
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<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> None </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Joemdtanktopdown5

2015-09-27T03:21:25Z

Zaick:

You begin to lower yourself. This way, you can keep your legs together, but unfortunately, you feel the tank top riding higher and higher on you body. You keep the shifting of your legs to a minimum, trying to keep the sarong in place. Your stomach is now well visible, and you shift your hands down to lower yourself further, keeping your feet together to brace yourself to another safe point to continue climbing. As the tank top rides up higher, it creeps across the majority of your rip cage, and then, it suddenly comes unlatched, and settles itself back across your hips. Relieved, you position yourself easier to continue climbing, and make your way down normally. You see to your right there is Wes, who is rather well bleeding at this point. You are alarmed, but can do nothing about it here. You look to your right and see the old man looking at you. You move away from him slightly and continue down as fast as possible. When looking back, you see the old man is gone from the window. As you make your way to the second floor, the old man's face pops through the window to your left.

"Gotcha! Ha!" The old man says as he grabs your left arm. You almost lose your grip as you yell. You beat your fist against his shoulder and he releases a moment, only to grab again blindly at you, catching the side of the loose tank top. His other hand is reaching to pull you into the window, a fire burning in his eyes. You look down, seeing there is anther story to go, but you could just [[JoemdJump6| jump]]. Otherwise, you could just keep trying to [[Joemdattack6| attack the man]] and hope he lets go.

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<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Loose tank top grabbed by old man, fabric loosely wrapped around waist like tiny sarong, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Panicking to not be pinned </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, 2 planks, crowbar, pepperspray </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Joemdtanktopdown5

2015-09-27T03:21:05Z

Zaick:

You begin to lower yourself. This way, you can keep your legs together, but unfortunately, you feel the tank top riding higher and higher on you body. You keep the shifting of your legs to a minimum, trying to keep the sarong in place. Your stomach is now well visible, and you shift your hands down to lower yourself further, keeping your feet together to brace yourself to another safe point to continue climbing. As the tank top rides up higher, it creeps across the majority of your rip cage, and then, it suddenly comes unlatched, and settles itself back across your hips. Relieved, you position yourself easier to continue climbing, and make your way down normally. You see to your right there is Wes, who is rather well bleeding at this point. You are alarmed, but can do nothing about it here. You look to your right and see the old man looking at you. You move away from him slightly and continue down as fast as possible. When looking back, you see the old man is gone from the window. As you make your way to the second floor, the old man's face pops through the window to your left.

"Gotcha! Ha!" The old man says as he grabs your left arm. You almost lose your grip as you yell. You beat your fist against his shoulder and he releases a moment, only to grab again blindly at you, catching the side of the loose tank top. His other hand is reaching to pull you into the window, a fire burning in his eyes. You look down, seeing there is anther story to go, but you could just [[JoemdJump6| jump]]. Otherwise, you could just keep trying to [[Joemdattack6| attack the man and hope he lets go.

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<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Loose tank top grabbed by old man, fabric loosely wrapped around waist like tiny sarong, boots </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Panicking to not be pinned </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, 2 planks, crowbar, pepperspray </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Joemdrunouttowater5

2015-09-27T03:01:30Z

Zaick:

"We just go." You say, and carefully stand. You use muscles in your legs even climbing does not understand in order to make sure nothing slips out of your tank top. You deceptively try to make it nonchalant, but Wes still looks toward you uneasily.

He stands up and looks around. "We came that way. So what, we just go to the window again?"

"We run." You say. "And you first." You push at his shoulder to turn around and push his back. If he isn't looking at you, you can move faster. Last thing you need to is to flash him behind you from running too hard. "Don't worry about me. Just go."

Wes gives an audible sigh and takes off back toward the rooms that face the outside. You are not far behind him, but as Wes opens a door to a large library, he freezes. You stop not far behind him and you see Wes being led to the side, a sword two feet away from his chest. A sword?!

An old man is there, a wicked grin on his face. It only is worse as he looks to you, his eyes widening in playful glee as he sizes up your legs. "What have we here?" He says as he inches toward you, his sword still pointed at Wes.

Your hand is at your bag. You could just reach in and go after him in some way. Your fingers touch two of the easiest ideas. You could spray him with your [[Joemdspraysswordman6| pepper spray]], though you might be too far just now. You could also just try and hit him with the [[Joemdcrowbarhit6| crowbar]], though still, you would have to get closer.

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<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Loose tank top, fabric wrapped around waist like tiny sarong </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Creeped out heavily </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, 2 planks, crowbar, pepperspray, boots in hand </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Joemdkicksoldman5

2015-09-27T02:41:54Z

Zaick:

Your boots are your best weapon now - at least certainly the fastest you can get. You help Wes get clear by kicking hard against the old man's stomach. You really don't have time to feel bad for what you've done - the guy did come at you with a sword after all! That makes it fine, right?

The wind is knocked out of the man, and he falls forward to his knees. His arms reach out to get composure, and alarmingly, grasp your hip. You scream and back away quickly, bumping into Wes as you do. All three of you hit the ground, but the old man's fingers are holding something of yours.

Down most the length of your leg, your panties fell. The old man begins to look forward again, and you hold your crotch with your hands to cover up and kick him in the nose. It is a good move for damage, but unfortunately he rolls back and takes your panties with him.

You sit up and reach forward to use your free hand to try and grab the panties back, but you realize you are sitting on Wes. You look backwards and see him looking at you, a little pained at the sudden fall. By leaning forward, your butt is propped toward him, your cheeks completely bare. You pull your hand back and cover your backside, sliding off of him.

Wes turns away from you and moves toward the next room, signalling you should follow. You hold the pants in front of your crotch - luckily there is plenty of fabric to work with - and sidle to him. In the next room, Wes closes the door and keeps his eyes on the wall. "That was crazy. Who was he? Does he own this place?"

"Who knows." You say, and shift behind a desk. You sit behind it and pull the pants up your legs. You figure it would be faster just trusting Wes looking away, but you already feel incredibly embarrassed showing him your bare bottom. You realize it is first much too long, though that was expected. You roll the pant legs up. Then, you notice the waist is much too wide for you. You fold them over themselves and use the suspenders tightened as far as they can go to clip the folded waistline of the pants over. It billows out at the legs strangely, but it fits your waist more or less. As you stand, you notice the larger issue is still that the suspenders are too large, even tightened this far. Since they are still the only thing really keeping the pants up aside from a bit of your hips, the pants sit a little loose and low on you. They won't go down any farther, but if you tilt them forward a bit more than you want of the V of your pelvic line is revealed. If you tilt them backward, half your crack is exposed. In fact at perfect rest, you are pretty sure some of your crack is already exposed. You want to fold the pants more, but the suspender's clasps don't want to grip that thick of fabric. You decide to just adjust on the fly.

"Are you ready? I can already hear him moving around. He probably knows this place better than us. We should run."

You stand up. The suspenders do another thing for you. Your tiny tube top now has an extra protection - the suspenders themselves push against your chest, and also keep you from nipping through the leggings you have tied. You look to Wes, who is still staring at the wall.

"I'm ready." You say. He looks to you, trying not to size you up it seems.

"Nice pants." He says.

"Nice shorts." You say, and realize you are staring at them, or more of, the skin around them. You look around the room again. There is not much here. Furniture of some sort has been piled in the area, but you do not want to barricade yourself in. Without your paint, all that is left really is to go, which is unfortunate, but true.

"Where to?" Wes asks. "Should we just [[Joemdrunsforwindow6| book it]] for a window, or full on just actually try and out [[Joemdsneaksout6| sneak]] this guy? I don't even hear him anymore."

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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> boots, tubetop made of black shredded leggings, Wes' loose pants, suspenders</td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Feeling a bit more in control </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> knife, pepperspray </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Joemdpusholdman5

2015-09-25T04:31:24Z

Zaick:

With all your might, you push against the old man's chest. It was not necessarily the strongest you've been, but it seemed to do fine enough - at first. His arms flail out. The hand on the pants rips them from your grasp, and his other hand tears at your top. You feel the shredded leggings pull away from your chest, the ties coming loose, and in that instant, you cover your breasts with your arms. You only are carrying the suspenders, and you back away a step, gasping, your chest pressed a bit flat in your surprise, the only thing you actually wearing a pair of small panties.

Wes slugs the old man at that point, then slams the door. The old man is hear getting up, and he says without looking back, "We gotta go! Get to the next room! This guy is insane!"

Knowing he is right, you run to the next door and enter a hallway. You pause at this moment, feeling your chest bounce under your arms, the cold metal of the suspenders against your skin. With a couple clips, you put the suspenders on your panties, and then the back end also attached. You look down at yourself, seeing the panties were now higher, and a little smaller in their upward stretch of supporting the suspenders. They sit above your hips now, but the tradeoff is that they ride into your crotch a little, and you try and smooth out the cameltoe view. You feel your cheeks more visible in the back. It is not quite a thong, but it is more than you want to show. Up top, the sides of your breasts are still visible, but at least your nipples are covered. The suspenders are about three inches wide, and press your chest down slightly. You think of making them looser for your panties sake, but that would let your chest move around freely. At least this way you can not be quite as wary of your nipples slipping out left or right. Still, though, your top is incredibly revealed, and more than that, the entire side and center of each breast on display.

Wes comes behind you with a soft warning, "It's me." He looks to you as you turn, and his eyes clearly move down the sight of your chest, then down to your crotch. You press your arms together to cover your cameltoe with a frown. "Sorry!" He says, then looks away. "The guy gave up on that door when I held it a bit. I think he has that sword again. I heard him stomp off another way. There probably is more ways to get to this hall. We should keep going."

You feel he is likely right. You see him covering his own crotch, as he looks away. You move behind him. "Alright." And you think. After using your spray to graffiti an old man, there is no point in continuing to try and tag. Still, though, the man has a sword. You take Wes' hand and hand him your knife. You have your pepperspray, and that is about it. You could [[Joemdfindweapons6| look for another weapon]] for when the man would appear again, or you could just try and [[Joemdfindwindow6| find a window]] to escape immediately.

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<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> boots, black bikini style panties giving a slight wedgie, suspenders strung over your breasts</td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> A little peeved at Wes' staring </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> knife (with Wes), pepperspray </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Joemdexplorebasement5

2015-09-25T04:11:17Z

Zaick:

You know you can't just keep waiting here. There has to be a way out, even in this darkness. The slight illumination from half windows give you an idea of the far walls, and you begin to pull at Wes' arm. "We go to a wall and scale around until we find some stairs." You say. Wes nods and begins to move forward, but grabs his back with a painful grimace.

"This isn't working well." He admits. His legs seem to be moving alright, but the support on his back clearly is hurting him. You move under his arm.

"Come on." You say. You doubt you can help much being his crutch, but you figure you can try. He does not hesitate to lean on you, and the pressure bends your knees immediately. He steps with you, only slightly groaning. You keep moving him forward, both of your heads tilted forward. You see that from his angle, looking down your hoodie would reveal the a line length of your chest to stomach, and a ways down to your pelvic region. You look to his eyes and see him looking forward, and decide it is fine for now. As you both inch along, you feel his arm shifting on your shoulder opposite of him. Your hoodie, already loose, suddenly falls down half your arm. Leaning forward, the dip of the hoodie stretches down the length of your right breast, and you hastily cover it with your hands before it goes too low. In doing so, you effectively throw Wes off yourself, and he sprawls on the ground with a loud grunt.

"Oh no!" You say, holding the hoodie closed.

"Why did you do that?" Wes says, sounding more hurt than angry.

"Um, I'm..." You begin, and look around, seeing what resembles a walking cane leaning against a dusty shelf. You pick it up hastily and bring it to him. "Here. Try to use this."

Wes takes the cane in one hand and tries to lean forward to get up again, but lays back down, clearly quite hurt.

You take his free hand, and try to pull him upward. He tries again, and then you feel his strength give way as he begins to shift toward his feet and stand. He falls, bringing you down with himself. With your distance, you do not land on his chest, but instead, your face lands directly onto his swimming trunks.

You look up and see him groaning, then slowly, he looked down toward you. Your cheek is against his inner thigh, and your lips are nearly pressed against his slowly hardening member. You initially try to apologize, but you feel the growth begin to stir closer to your mouth, and you push off of him to sit up. Your hand is on his hip, your thumb so close to him. He clearly is erect, now, and his eyes are wide in fear.

In the middle of a strange basement, you do not find this amusing. Still, though, this seems to be the only part of him acting energetically. You think you might be able to help him along with some [[JoemdhelpsWes6| goading]]. Or else, you could just try again to [[JoemdgetsWesup6| lift him up]] and hope it goes better.

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<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet Black hoodie with zipper broken up-front down to navel, boots, wet ripped black socks </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> A little... naughty, maybe? </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> (with Wes) knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, rope, pepperspray </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Joemdtanktopleave4

2015-09-09T20:02:32Z

Zaick:

"Let's just go." You say. The finality sits well with your clothing predicament, and you abandon the ladder where it lay.

"Alright. Hey. I didn't mean... Well." Wes for once seems a little out of things to say. "We can always try again. I mean-"

You hear noises - clearly footsteps, now just a room away. You hush Wes and run down the hallway to the closest door. Inside, you find what seems to be an office room, complete with decade old computer and bookcases and stationary. It is not dusty, so someone has been using it, but still, you do not know what is going on. You lean against a wall to slip on your boots, which is tricky as you don't want to move your chest too much due to the top. Instead you bend your legs up, though that gives Wes a good show of all your legs have to offer. You decide it is better than the alternative.

You hear footsteps in the hall. They are slow, but they are close. Wes kneels behind the desk and beckons you over. You think it futile, considering if whoever it is walks in the office, likely you will be seen, regardless, but still, you knee next to him to peek at the door. You lean forward to duck when the footsteps sound at the door, and as you do, you realize your leaning has caused the tank top to shift forward to the point the dip in the side of the top and the dip in front has uncovered the majority of your breast. The edges of your areola are visible, and you look to Wes in defense of what happened, only to see him staring at the door. You hold the top to your chest and sit back. Considering the lack of panties, you realize you have to push the top down over your crotch just in case while making sure it does not disturb the loose upper end covering your chest. Nothing bad happens, though as you see yourself fixing your clothes you notice Wes has looked toward you as you sat.

"What?" You whisper.

"Nothing, just..." Wes looks to the door. "What do we do? He doesn't sound fast."

You know you could try and just [[Joemdrunouttowater5| run outside]], but [[Joemdhideoffice| hiding]] a bit longer may be smarter.

<table width="100%">

<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Loose tank top, fabric wrapped around waist like tiny sarong </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Antsy, Impatient </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, 2 planks, crowbar, pepperspray, boots in hand </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Joemdtanktopleave4

2015-09-09T20:01:49Z

Zaick:

"Let's just go." You say. The finality sits well with your clothing predicament, and you abandon the ladder where it lay.

"Alright. Hey. I didn't mean... Well." Wes for once seems a little out of things to say. "We can always try again. I mean-"

You hear noises - clearly footsteps, now just a room away. You hush Wes and run down the hallway to the closest door. Inside, you find what seems to be an office room, complete with decade old computer and bookcases and stationary. It is not dusty, so someone has been using it, but still, you do not know what is going on. You lean against a wall to slip on your boots, which is tricky as you don't want to move your chest too much due to the top. Instead you bend your legs up, though that gives Wes a good show of all your legs have to offer. You decide it is better than the alternative.

You hear footsteps in the hall. They are slow, but they are close. Wes kneels behind the desk and beckons you over. You think it futile, considering if whoever it is walks in the office, likely you will be seen, regardless, but still, you knee next to him to peek at the door. You lean forward to duck when the footsteps sound at the door, and as you do, you realize your leaning has caused the tank top to shift forward to the point the dip in the side of the top and the dip in front has uncovered the majority of your breast. The edges of your areola are visible, and you look to Wes in defense of what happened, only to see him staring at the door. You hold the top to your chest and sit back. Considering the lack of panties, you realize you have to push the top down over your crotch just in case while making sure it does not disturb the loose upper end covering your chest. Nothing bad happens, though as you see yourself fixing your clothes you notice Wes has looked toward you as you sat.

"What?" You whisper.

"Nothing, just..." Wes looks to the door. "What do we do? He doesn't sound fast."

You know you could try and just [[run outside| Joemdrunouttowater5]], but [[hiding| Joemdhideoffice]] a bit longer may be smarter.

<table width="100%">

<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Loose tank top, fabric wrapped around waist like tiny sarong </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Antsy, Impatient </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, 2 planks, crowbar, pepperspray, boots in hand </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

JoemdasksWestotry7

2015-09-04T05:07:35Z

Zaick: Created page with 'Both exhausted. As going Wes forces take off clothes, dragging down. Cling naked, get to other side, can't move, lots of water swallowed. Both resting, lay on him. a ploy to get…'

Both exhausted. As going Wes forces take off clothes, dragging down. Cling naked, get to other side, can't move, lots of water swallowed. Both resting, lay on him. a ploy to get naked? It worked... in both ways, wes jokes. Sit up, cover, feel sitting on something. Slap, then see him laugh. Smile as well, and grind.

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet Black hoodie with zipper broken up-front down to navel, boots, wet ripped black socks </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> A bit wet... </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> (with Wes) knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, rope, pepperspray </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]

Joemdtriesherself7

2015-09-04T05:05:57Z

Zaick: Created page with 'WIP try to get Wes across, slowly helps along the way. Get to other side, both exhausted. STand, cover up with hoodie. Kneel down to see, still exposing. Wes rather turned on you…'

WIP try to get Wes across, slowly helps along the way. Get to other side, both exhausted. STand, cover up with hoodie. Kneel down to see, still exposing. Wes rather turned on you see. We are both heroes here. Are we? This was your bad idea. So is this, and handy.

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>

</tr><tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> wet Black hoodie with zipper broken up-front down to navel, boots, wet ripped black socks </td>
</tr>

<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> A bit wet... </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> (with Wes) knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, rope, pepperspray </td>
</tr>

</table>

[[Category: Embarrassing Day]]