LOLITICS CYOA
(All credit for this goes to the awesome anon who suggested it and provided you with the following.)
THE FIRST EVER LOLITICS CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
THE RULES
THE HOW-TO:
THE STORY SO FAR
You wake up one morning to find yourself handcuffed to a table.
This is not a good thing, though initially you are more concerned by the truly terrible hangover that you appear to have acquired, which is accompanied by an even more terrible need to find a bathroom, stat.
The morning after is really not a good time to find yourself immobilised by hefty metal restraints on all four limbs. If someone doesn't let you loose soon, there's going to be a horrible accident.
Rather worryingly, you can't remember how much you drank last night. Or indeed when, where and even whether you drank last night. You're even a little hazy on the whole name, rank and number business that the war films seem to favour.
Damn, you really do need to pee.
You decide to risk the nasty headache you seem to have acquired and open your eyes.
You appear to be in a LABORATORY. Whoever decorated it really liked white paint and ridiculously bright lights. Your hangover, on the other hand does not. Squinting painfully, you peer around.
Along the wall to your left there is a WORKBENCH. It is empty, though there is a SINK at one end. On the sink is a BOTTLE OF SOAP. Underneath the work table is a series of locked CUPBOARDS. You can tell they are locked, because they are adorned by a set of REALLY HEFTY PADLOCKS. To your right there is a TABLE and CHAIR. On the table is a bunch of BANANAS. In the top right corner of the room there is a large LOUDSPEAKER, fixed to the ceiling.
Straight ahead there is nothing but a DOOR. It appears to be ajar. Looking straight ahead also give you an excellent view of your LEGS. You appear to be wearing rather short SURGICAL SCRUBS and nothing else.
None of this helps with your most immediate and very pressing need.
Just when you are starting to contemplate panic as a strategy, the loud speaker in the corner crackles into life. "Hello, David," a voice you don't recognise says. "Welcome to our humble facility. We trust you'll be ... moderately comfortable here."
You are inclined to disagree with the voice with respect to your personal comfort. Still, it's good to have someone remind you of your name. It'd slipped your mind somewhat since waking.
On the other hand, you're still having terrible trouble remembering your surname.
Option 1A After a brief but fortunately productive panic you remember that you are David Cameron, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Whatever this is, it can't be a good thing for the country.
Option 1B After an orderly attempt to file through the few memories that you can recall right now, you conclude that you are David Laws, MP for Yeovil, and that it seems that the current parliamentary season really has it in for you.
Option 1C You struggle for a few minutes to remember who the hell you are, but give it up as a far more urgent problem comes to your notice. Your eye has fallen again on the table to your right, and it occurs to you that you really, really want a banana.
THE FIRST EVER LOLITICS CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
THE RULES
- All options should be claimed before being filled to prevent duplicate options. Your claim will lapse in 24 hours after which it falls open again.
- No shipping or story endings until after the fourth part. This is to keep the narrative as open as possible to different ships, story arcs and possibilities.
- We strongly discourage you from character deaths. CYOA originator would prefer no character deaths at all but we understand that if the alternative is your character spending the rest of hir life as Jack Straw's love slave then it might be better to do the honourable thing.
- Squee/meta/discussion are always encouraged.
THE HOW-TO:
- Check that the option you want to fill hasn't been claimed or filled yet.
- Post a reply to the option comment with the subject CLAIM: followed by the option number e.g. CLAIM: Option 1A.
- Write like the wind, ending with two or three options of your choice.
- Post your option in reply to the original post, not the option you're following on from, structured thusly
- Subject: Your option number is in the subject line, followed by a reminder of what the option was. eg. 1A: Bravely run away.
- A link to the story segment you're replying to at the top of the post. e.g. http://community.livejournal.com/lolitics_secrets/1234.html?thread=56789
- Your story segment
- Your two or three options, each with its own unique code, unless you're posting a story ending. e.g. Option 1A spawns options 1A1, 1A2, 1A3
- Post a reply to your option claim comment with the subject FILLED: followed by the option number e.g. FILLED: Option 1A. Put the link to your story segment in the body of the post.
- Bask in your genius and the knowledge of a job well done.
THE STORY SO FAR
You wake up one morning to find yourself handcuffed to a table.
This is not a good thing, though initially you are more concerned by the truly terrible hangover that you appear to have acquired, which is accompanied by an even more terrible need to find a bathroom, stat.
The morning after is really not a good time to find yourself immobilised by hefty metal restraints on all four limbs. If someone doesn't let you loose soon, there's going to be a horrible accident.
Rather worryingly, you can't remember how much you drank last night. Or indeed when, where and even whether you drank last night. You're even a little hazy on the whole name, rank and number business that the war films seem to favour.
Damn, you really do need to pee.
You decide to risk the nasty headache you seem to have acquired and open your eyes.
You appear to be in a LABORATORY. Whoever decorated it really liked white paint and ridiculously bright lights. Your hangover, on the other hand does not. Squinting painfully, you peer around.
Along the wall to your left there is a WORKBENCH. It is empty, though there is a SINK at one end. On the sink is a BOTTLE OF SOAP. Underneath the work table is a series of locked CUPBOARDS. You can tell they are locked, because they are adorned by a set of REALLY HEFTY PADLOCKS. To your right there is a TABLE and CHAIR. On the table is a bunch of BANANAS. In the top right corner of the room there is a large LOUDSPEAKER, fixed to the ceiling.
Straight ahead there is nothing but a DOOR. It appears to be ajar. Looking straight ahead also give you an excellent view of your LEGS. You appear to be wearing rather short SURGICAL SCRUBS and nothing else.
None of this helps with your most immediate and very pressing need.
Just when you are starting to contemplate panic as a strategy, the loud speaker in the corner crackles into life. "Hello, David," a voice you don't recognise says. "Welcome to our humble facility. We trust you'll be ... moderately comfortable here."
You are inclined to disagree with the voice with respect to your personal comfort. Still, it's good to have someone remind you of your name. It'd slipped your mind somewhat since waking.
On the other hand, you're still having terrible trouble remembering your surname.
Option 1A After a brief but fortunately productive panic you remember that you are David Cameron, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Whatever this is, it can't be a good thing for the country.
Option 1B After an orderly attempt to file through the few memories that you can recall right now, you conclude that you are David Laws, MP for Yeovil, and that it seems that the current parliamentary season really has it in for you.
Option 1C You struggle for a few minutes to remember who the hell you are, but give it up as a far more urgent problem comes to your notice. Your eye has fallen again on the table to your right, and it occurs to you that you really, really want a banana.