How about another meme?

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

It's Monday night, why not?

Fun for awkwardness and/or kinkiness....

Here post somebody in, and the person who tags them? Congratulations, you're now handcuffed together. No keyholes and there's power dampeners to prevent those of you with magic/super strength to break them easily. How they come off? That's up to you, and your new partner to figure out!

Have fun!

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[morphitudinous]

[Flinch]

You don't need to hurt your teeth, buddy. We'll figure out how to break this, it just might take a while.

[Fiddling very seriously on this end.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eeee.

::One last gnaw. Then cue the sniffing at the cuffs::

Are we....in trouble?

[morphitudinous]

If we are, I haven't been informed of the charges. I honestly can't deduce why we would be.

[Click-click-click----oh, this is getting frustrating, but he's trying to stay cool. There's no external mechanism for these things.]

I'm going to try to free us, though.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee.

I will help too?

::Okay so, biting these is off obviously out of the question...::

[morphitudinous]

If one of your powers will work, that would be fantastic.

[Still going with the mechanisms, starting to sweat.]

We'll need something almost impossibly sharp to break this. And the level of heat I would have to summon would almost surely kill me, because I don't have the equipment to localize it.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee.

::There's a grin on his face at the mention of heat.::

Not move.

::Oh yes, he's got an idea now but it'll take some work. Localised temperature control is a wonderful thing::

[morphitudinous]

Right.

[Still as a rock, this one.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee.

::There's a small flash of love sent by and he too becomes still as a statue. Just don't touch that paw of his that's cuffed. The skin's getting quite hot::

[morphitudinous]

[Lets himself crack a smile, then settles to wait patiently. He's continuing to turn over ideas in his head, hoping that at least one of them will work if a backup plan is needed.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Sizzle, sizzle. See that slightly glowy tint to his wrist? That's insanely high temperature and...oh hey. Hello, metal beginning to melt::

[morphitudinous]

[Watching intently. Oh, he hopes this isn't hurting his friend.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::No sign or sense of pain. If anything, allowing even a localised part of himself to go up to a normal temperature is a nice thing. Well, the sensation of slowly liquefying metal is a bit weird but,::

[morphitudinous]

[Billy's still right here if he's needed, but as long as Renne can get free they'll be able to move independently.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::He's working on it but this kind of precision commands a lot of both attention and patience. Screw this up and someone could be walking outta this without a hand::

[morphitudinous]

[Billy has all the patience of a great sleeping dinosaur. He's not going anywhere or fidgeting and potentially screwing this up. Good luck, Renne.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::There's not even a squeak now. He's just doing his thing, slowly melting a section of the cuff and making sure no liquid-metal gets on anything, namely skin or clothing::

[morphitudinous]

[Billy passes the time by visualizing the melting. It's almost rhythmic to think about, quite the spectacle. And an interesting olfactory experience too. Finally, he hopes, Renne is almost out.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::He's almost out, aye. A few last drips and the cuff snaps.::

Bee, wahn-t off?

[morphitudinous]

[Whew.]

I'm mobile enough, and I think I'll be able to find a safe way to remove this myself. Can you do it without hurting me?

[Of course Renne wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He knew that.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Rrrr-enne trrry. If Bee noh move no-thin-g.

::He's a touch nervous -- knowing his own temperature limit is all well and good. But a Human requires something a league ahead. Still, he could pull it off::

[morphitudinous]

Right. I'll be still, promise.

[He stills again, calling on the meditative techniques he'd picked up to keep balance.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee. Noh move no-thin-g.

::his voice is a wee bit stern there -- think what he did on himself was delicate? That's nothing compared to now.

A deep breath later, Renne positions three fingers on the cuff, almost paranoid of touching flesh or cloth. This paranoia isn't ill founded either, once the temperature slowly begins to rise where his fingers are::

[morphitudinous]

[Nothing's moving. Not even his thoughts, which are deliberately kept quite still. He's taking this very seriously.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Which is good. By degrees, the temperature of his fingers increases, and by contact, so does the cuff::

[morphitudinous]

[He trusts Renne completely. He can't allow any anxiousness about being burned to...well, cause a burn. Time to be patient and lay his health in another's hands.]