IC Chat Happenings

[NPC]

Something exciting happen on IC Live Chat. Something you think people should know, then either write an account of it here, or post the 'happenings' (ie the convo) here.

If posting the convo, please make sure the different peoples names and writings are different colours so people reading dont get confused.

[Ryan D'Alteau]

The RyDele Laptop Switch Scenario

What would you think would happen if Ryan and Adele somehow managed to gain access to each other's laptops while the two of them were logged onto Ark's live chatroom...?

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Apparently, she had called his mother without his knowledge.

From the looks of things, whatever Adele had asked his mother to send was on the sheets of paper the doctor was desperately trying to conceal from Ryan's view in a drawer of her desk as he approached.

"Adele..?", Ryan asked, his grin fading as he contemplated how he would feel if his assumptions proved to be true. "She sent y'some baby photos, didn't she?"

Almost instantly, Adele's eyes widened slightly, desperately trying to both feign innocence and keep a straight face as she looked away from her laptop at Ryan. "No...?", she eventually replied, though it was clear to the paramour-turned-interrogator that his assumption was, at the least, close to the mark.

"C'mon...", Ryan sighed, his hand delving into the pocket of his jeans as he gave Adele one last chance to admit to the "crime" herself. Adele's facial expression looked to be carved in stone as she remained silent. If that was how she wanted to play it, then so be it. Retrieving his hand from his pocket, he showed the doctor the phone in his grasp. "I can easily find out...", he warned, flipping the device around until the buttons faced him and were the right way up.

Adele's hands suddenly shot for the handle of the desk drawer she had recently closed, her tone of voice suddenly becoming insistent. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied, trying to bring a premature end to Ryan's investigation. However, her jeune homme was having none of it. Within seconds, the phone was against his right ear.

"It's ringin'..."

Her mouth slowly but surely began to curl upwards as a brief snort - a surefire sign of stifled laughter - managed to escape. From there, Adele wasn't as much slipping along the downward spiral. It was more like she had decided to leap from the top and simply freefall her way to the bottom. Her urge to explode into a fit of small giggles overtook her for a moment as she watched Ryan go to unusual lengths to find out the truth.

It wasn't long before the voice of Ryan's mother greeted him on the phone. "...hello?"

"Hey! It's me," Ryan suddenly spoke, giving his mother a brief moment to return his greeting before getting straight down to business. "I, uhh.. I wanna ask somethin' about Adele. Did she ask ya t'send 'er somethin' lately?"

Silence. Almost as if Rhiannon had to think about her answer. That wasn't a good sign. "Send 'er something..? Nope. Can't say I've had 'er ask that yet."

"What..?", Ryan asked in momentary disbelief. Disbelief which soon faded when he heard...

...was that giggling? "Waait... did she tell ya t'say that if I phoned up?"

"Yes," came the simple reply, Rhiannon trying desperately to stop herself from succumbing to the same fate which had befallen Adele. Adele had finally managed to get her laughter under control for the time being. A bright blush had begun to form on her cheeks as her lips occasionally twitched, her mind trying to force her to laugh once more. Rhiannon, however, was not so lucky. As her son gave his reply, she started to laugh.

"Oh, well. Thanks anyw--... why're you laughin'..?" All he got in reply was his mother's failed attempts to form a sentence as she giggled uncontrollably into the reciever. "Oh, forget it. I'll call later. 'Bye!" Hanging up the phone, Ryan met Adele's eyes with a glare as he stuffed the phone into his pocket. "Apparently...", he began, speaking sternly as if he was disciplining a child. ...y'told her that, if I called, she's t'say that she didn't send anythin' at all."

There was only one way to find out just what his mother had sent. Gaining access to Adele's desk. Striding over to her, he slowly leaned forward, his head temptingly close to Adele's as he smiled. Kissing her was an option. But... seduction, at this point, was the last resort when all other forms of persuasion failed. Besides, it was more of a reward than a punishment. "Go on," he insisted. "Show me."

As expected, Adele moved her chair until it blocked the drawer. "Show you what?"

In the corner of Ryan's eye, he could see Adele's laptop lying unattended but, more importantly, still switched on, the browser window showing the chatroom which the mysterious Ark Industries had created. That was a good idea. "What she sent you. Otherwise..."

"Don't you give me an 'otherwise'," Adele quickly retorted, but it was no use. With his hand already in motion, Ryan reached over the top of the laptop's screen and, using his index finger, slowly began to type on the keyboard. Ignoring Adele's reply in favour of concentrating, the message gradually appeared in the box at the foot of the screen.

"...I'll type..."

His finger stretched down (or was it up?) to the space bar for the third time.

"...what you're really doing."

Now it was Ryan's turn to resist the urge to laugh. While the event described in the message may have been likely, if Adele were sufficiently seduced (and/or misbehaving, as she was now), it was definitely something that Adele would never think to disclose to the other people logged into the chatroom. In other words, it was perfect. "Go ahead," Adele said, taking a look at the message-to-be before leaning back in her chair, daring her paramour to go through with his threat.

"Why?", Ryan asked, a smirk appearing on his face. "What'll 'appen if I press this little 'enter' button here.. like this?" For a split-second, he was going to fake it; move his hand down and pretend to press the button. But, of course, he misjudged his own strength and fine motor skills and the faint click signalled the depression of the oddly-shaped 'enter' button, causing the message to be sent to the chatroom for all to see...

AdeleCouteau: brb being spanked by ryan

"Oh, crap," Ryan suddenly said, mockingly cursing himself as he looked at the screen. "I pushed it. Sorry."

At least he managed to put forth an apology before he began to laugh. Adele, obviously intent on either telling the people in the chatroom what was really going on or getting revenge, allowed her fingers to dance across the keyboard, quickly typing another message. Curious to see which it was, Ryan glanced down at the screen, trying to ask "What're you typing..?" before he started to laugh at Adele's decision. "Oh, I could type worse," he boasted.

"Really? Do your worst then," Adele replied, calling her paramour out. If he could type worse, then she wanted to see him try. The baby photos would remain in her drawer. Perhaps, in future, she would invest in a lock for the drawer. It was definitely something to consider. "I'm not showing you anything."

"Fi--... hey!!"

To hell with it. The best way to get revenge was to attempt to beat Ryan at his own game. Spotting the momentary lapse in Ryan's concentration, she jumped to her feet and bolted for the door, pushing past Ryan in the process. She may have weighed a lot less than him, but the element of surprise was always ideal for leveling the proverbial playing field. As soon as she crossed the threshold into Ryan's room, she turned around and slammed the door behind her. He could chase him all he liked.

The door locked from the inside.

With the lock secured, there was no way Ryan was going to get in, unless he tried to kick down the door to his own bedroom. It was unlikely, especially considering she could command him to fit the new door to the frame himself. Oh, he'd certainly love that. Walking over to his laptop, she sat down on the bed and began to type.

Damn it!! Unlock the door!

Now... how could she begin? There were so many ideas. But first, she needed to counter Ryan's comment about the spanking he had referenced earlier. The fact that she had chosen an identical model laptop to her own made this sort of thing far easier and, within seconds, her response was on the screen.

RyanAlcroft: I love it when Adele uses a riding crop on me.

Glancing over her shoulder, Adele frowned at the noise. Was he still protesting? "I am not unlocking this door!", she shouted in response. Raising her voice was such an unladylike thing to do, but she had to ensure Ryan heard her somehow. A necessary evil, then. But he was still knocking. "Shut your mouth, I'm typing!", she ordered, pre-emptively cancelling out any reply from the other side of the wall.

With no real way to get into his room, Ryan decided that the best thing to do would be to raid Adele's desk to find what he still assumed were the baby photos his mother had sent over. Sitting down in Adele's chair, he slid open the desk drawer and started to rummage through the contents.

His glance may have wandered upward.

He... might have caught a glimpse of the laptop's screen.

Though he definitely saw what Adele had typed.

"ADELE!!!", came the inevitable yell; one which made the doctor in the other room burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter as she continued to type. With Ryan clearly pissed off at what she was doing, the "war" was well and truly on.

RyanAlcroft: Adele is a goddess. I kiss her feet every night.

He may have realised that there was no point in him protesting further, but it didn't stop Ryan from occasionally yelling in outrage at just what the woman he loved was doing on his laptop. It was definitely going to be one of those things which the two of them could look back on and laugh but, for now, it was an all-out battle. Forgetting about the photos for the moment, Ryan wasted no time in returning fire.

AdeleCouteau: I love it when Ryan's rough with me. Especially when he ties me up in strange places in the house.

"I'm gettin' you back for this, Adele!!", he yelled. With the two rooms being so close to one another, conversation was still within the realms of possibility; though they did need to shout to allow their voices to carry through the wall. Although Ryan couldn't hear it, Adele was laughing to herself as the new message from her laptop appeared on the screen. "This is very entertaining," she remarked.

"You should've shown me when I asked ya to!"

Adele started typing again. "Well, you're in there now, so you could just look!" A moment later, "Ryan's" latest message appeared.

RyanAlcroft: Love in an Elevator is the best song ever.

How did he know that she was going to pull out the elevator card again? Sighing heavily, Ryan returned his attention to the screen.

AdeleCouteau: Ryan persuaded me to buy the Catwoman costume from the shop. I wear it for him if we're both bored. Sometimes, I let him use the whip too.

"That's a good one..!", Ryan said amid a new salvo of uncontrollable laughter. He needed a break from the screen, if only for him to catch his breath. Glancing downward, he opened up the desk drawer again and resumed his search. He was certain that Adele had hidden the photos in there but, try as he might, he just couldn't find them. His temporary complacency was all Adele needed to launch an effective counterattack.

RyanAlcroft: I have a little pink, lacy lingerie set that I wear just for Adele.
RyanAlcroft: Also, I'm pregnant with Adele's child.

Sliding the drawer closed again, he looked up towards the screen...

...and, despite the fact she was unable to see the look on his face, hearing Ryan scream her name in outrage was enough to cause her to descend into raucous laughter. Laughter which promptly stopped when her eyes read the next message from her laptop.

AdeleCouteau: Sometimes, I think about getting a pole fitted in our condo so I can surprise Ryan by dancing for him naked.

"YOU... LITTLE BASTARD!!!", were the words which flew from Adele's mouth, causing Ryan to, for a moment at least, lose himself completely. The unbridled laughter which came through the wall was enough to spur her into typing a new reply. She wasn't about to let Ryan get away with something like that.

RyanAlcroft: My mommy sent Adele copies of my cute naked baby photos. Awwww.

Ah, so they were baby photos. He was right all along. It was a shame he couldn't actually find them. No matter. It seemed that, whenever Adele was naked and gripped with the desire to scream his name, she was very forthcoming with information. Probably. He could just do that.

AdeleCouteau: In fact, I'm thinking of taking up pole-dancing lessons purely for that purpose. Maybe I'll even get an outfit to wear just to complete the look.

"WHAT?!"

Once again, Ryan felt the need to laugh though, by now, his laughter was more of a quiet chuckle. Laughing loudly like he wanted to was starting to get painful. "Admit it! You'd look great!", he replied, trying to reassure the outraged doctor. "That an' I'd really enjoy it if ya did it!"

RyanAlcroft: Adele is going to delete everything off of my computer now. LOL

Delete everything?! Just for typing messages on her laptop? "Hey!!", he shouted, just as Adele opened the door leading into his room. He wasn't done yet. He was going to get the last laugh...

AdeleCouteau: I think I'll let Ryan order a pole-dancer's costume for me while I look online for places where I can get lessons.

As soon as he hit the enter button, he looked up and smiled, desperately feigning innocence as he lowered the screen slightly. "Oh, you're there..." he sighed, observantly.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

He hadn't, but he did have a perfect excuse as to why. "I was busy typin' embarrassin' things on your computer," he replied with a grin before getting up and heading for the door again.

...little bastard...

"Though you'll show 'em to me later?", he asked, not even glancing over his shoulder as he closed the bedroom door behind him. He was sure Adele mentioned something about them being in the drawer. Yes, the drawer he had searched twice, in which he had found nothing? Like he was going to fall for that again.

"Come back in here and I'll give one to you right now!", Adele suddenly shouted. Turning back towards the door, he persuaded his voice into raising itself again. "Give one what?!", he asked.

"A pole-dancing lesson!"

"We don't even 'ave a pole!"

"....You do."

AdeleCouteau: BRB, going to do.. something else.

That was all the encouragement Adele needed to give to summon Ryan from the spare bedroom which housed his laptop. He strode over to Adele's desk and planted a kiss on her lips in response. "Aww... thanks," he said with a smile. Now all he needed to do was to entice Adele to come along with him. "I think we 'ad enough typin' over each other's shoulder f'one day, don't you?"

"Never." Adele's reply was a simple one. Ryan assumed that she still believed he needed punishing for typing her false aspirations of becoming a private pole-dancer for his personal benefit. He would probably allow her to punish him if she followed him away from the laptop. "Well, I'm all out of ideas for typin' over your shoulder now. I used 'em all up," he sighed, pretending to admit defeat. He wasn't defeated, he was just acting on desire. The desire to see Adele naked in a bedroom, but desire nontheless.

"Aww, boo-hoo."

Chuckling to himself, Ryan simply took Adele's hand in his, gently pulling on it to entice her to her feet. "C'mon, Catwoman. Let's go do this 'something else'..."