OOC: Closed thread. This is a new iteration of a storyline that I played a few years ago.
We've all heard that the more often a lie is repeated, the more people believe it.
Imagine what it would be like if that lie is about you, and now everyone, including all your friends, expects you to do something totally embarrassing.
Jenny doesn't have to imagine. She's been chosen by lottery to be one of the "slaves" at Emancipation Day, the huge post-graduation party thrown every year by and for the outgoing high school senior class.
Normally, this is not a problem: Although the slaves have to be "gofers" for everyone else all day long and take a lot of good-natured ribbing, it's all part of the fun. The slaves are even given their own party the next day to make up for what they've missed.
Except that someone has started a rumor that Jenny is going to revive a tradition that everyone has heard stories about but which has probably never actually happened...and serve her stint as a slave stark naked.
I'll be playing Brock Johnson and probably a number of NPC's who make brief appearances, since this thread is essentially about peer pressure.
I'm hoping to take the thread through the Emancipation Day party and perhaps further as we explore the age-old questions:
Does your life change because all of your friends suddenly know what you look like naked?
Will you ever be able to look your friends in the eye again?
Will your friends be looking at your eyes?
And, if you get naked once, do people suddenly expect that it will be a regular thing...?
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Jenny had a problem: She was beginning to dread something that she should have been looking forward to.
Damn Brock Johnson, anyway!
Hardly anyone knew the exact membership of the Students' Council - as opposed to the elected Student Council that served as a liason between students and the faculty, as at most schools - because membership was passed down in semi-secrecy each year from the outgoing members to a select group of kids in what would be the new senior class in September. Not that it was some dark secret society or anything - the Students' Council's only purpose was the planning and execution of Emancipation Day. But most of the students on the Council liked the air of mystery and exclusivity and tried to be secretive about whether they belonged, or exactly what the Council was planning for the big party.
One member who everyone was sure of was Brock Johnson. He was just too popular to care about being cagey, not that everyone wouldn't have guessed that someone with his status was a member, anyway. Council membership didn't go to freaks and geeks.
So, even though Jenny didn't know Brock that well, she wasn't too surprised when one day in the hall, after last period, he came up to her and said something about the Council. She was quite surprised, though, when he told her that she had been one of fifteen students whose names had been drawn in the lottery to be slaves.
She nearly exclaimed "Get out of town!" in disbelief, thinking of all the stories she'd heard about slaves wearing brightly colored armbands, or pins, or whatever (it varied from year to year), being ordered around and kidded by their friends but also managing to be in the middle of all the best parts of the party...and, of course, the "Lincoln" party that the slaves were given the next day.
Excited, she'd stammered her acceptance to Brock as some other students stood nearby.
Then it happened. Brock had congratulated her, then on a whim, or for whatever reason, he'd looked around at the other kids within earshot, perhaps ten or so, and said "Yeah, Jenny's gonna be a bareslave!"
And the next thing Jenny knew, cheers and applause were echoing off the hallway lockers.
A bareslave! It was a myth! A fucking urban legend!
Everybody had heard the stories about some slaves - both male and female - being dared to serve in the buff. And supposedly, one year in the 1960's, every single slave had been a bareslave.
Except that everyone always knew someone, who knew someone, who knew someone who'd been there when. You never talked to anybody who'd actually been there, let alone been bare.
It had never happened!!!
But Brock Johnson had said it. And when she'd started sputtering denial he'd smiled and said, "She's too shy to admit it", and walked off with a cheery "Be seeing you, Jenny!"
And despite the fact that she'd stood as tall as she could and yelled "I'm not taking my clothes off!" to his disappearing back and to everyone in the East Wing, it seemed like "Be seeing you, Jenny" was all she'd been hearing for the past week. Even from her friends.
The more she denied any intention of stripping for anyone, let alone the whole Senior class, the more they all laughed, agreed...and told her how cool it was.
Jenny closed her locker and resisted an urge to bang her head against it. They'd all see in two days, anyway. She was going to be at the party and enjoy the heck out of it. She was going to be as good a sport and as great a slave as anyone had ever been. And she wasn't going to take off so much as a hair ribbon!!
She sighed and turned to look down the hall toward the South Wing. Graduation was tomorrow, right now it was time to get to her last day of meaningless classes.
No, wait a second, there was her best friend Shiela, coming down the hall with Cindy, another friend.
At least she'd get some sense and sympathy out of Shiela.
We've all heard that the more often a lie is repeated, the more people believe it.
Imagine what it would be like if that lie is about you, and now everyone, including all your friends, expects you to do something totally embarrassing.
Jenny doesn't have to imagine. She's been chosen by lottery to be one of the "slaves" at Emancipation Day, the huge post-graduation party thrown every year by and for the outgoing high school senior class.
Normally, this is not a problem: Although the slaves have to be "gofers" for everyone else all day long and take a lot of good-natured ribbing, it's all part of the fun. The slaves are even given their own party the next day to make up for what they've missed.
Except that someone has started a rumor that Jenny is going to revive a tradition that everyone has heard stories about but which has probably never actually happened...and serve her stint as a slave stark naked.
I'll be playing Brock Johnson and probably a number of NPC's who make brief appearances, since this thread is essentially about peer pressure.
I'm hoping to take the thread through the Emancipation Day party and perhaps further as we explore the age-old questions:
Does your life change because all of your friends suddenly know what you look like naked?
Will you ever be able to look your friends in the eye again?
Will your friends be looking at your eyes?
And, if you get naked once, do people suddenly expect that it will be a regular thing...?
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Jenny had a problem: She was beginning to dread something that she should have been looking forward to.
Damn Brock Johnson, anyway!
Hardly anyone knew the exact membership of the Students' Council - as opposed to the elected Student Council that served as a liason between students and the faculty, as at most schools - because membership was passed down in semi-secrecy each year from the outgoing members to a select group of kids in what would be the new senior class in September. Not that it was some dark secret society or anything - the Students' Council's only purpose was the planning and execution of Emancipation Day. But most of the students on the Council liked the air of mystery and exclusivity and tried to be secretive about whether they belonged, or exactly what the Council was planning for the big party.
One member who everyone was sure of was Brock Johnson. He was just too popular to care about being cagey, not that everyone wouldn't have guessed that someone with his status was a member, anyway. Council membership didn't go to freaks and geeks.
So, even though Jenny didn't know Brock that well, she wasn't too surprised when one day in the hall, after last period, he came up to her and said something about the Council. She was quite surprised, though, when he told her that she had been one of fifteen students whose names had been drawn in the lottery to be slaves.
She nearly exclaimed "Get out of town!" in disbelief, thinking of all the stories she'd heard about slaves wearing brightly colored armbands, or pins, or whatever (it varied from year to year), being ordered around and kidded by their friends but also managing to be in the middle of all the best parts of the party...and, of course, the "Lincoln" party that the slaves were given the next day.
Excited, she'd stammered her acceptance to Brock as some other students stood nearby.
Then it happened. Brock had congratulated her, then on a whim, or for whatever reason, he'd looked around at the other kids within earshot, perhaps ten or so, and said "Yeah, Jenny's gonna be a bareslave!"
And the next thing Jenny knew, cheers and applause were echoing off the hallway lockers.
A bareslave! It was a myth! A fucking urban legend!
Everybody had heard the stories about some slaves - both male and female - being dared to serve in the buff. And supposedly, one year in the 1960's, every single slave had been a bareslave.
Except that everyone always knew someone, who knew someone, who knew someone who'd been there when. You never talked to anybody who'd actually been there, let alone been bare.
It had never happened!!!
But Brock Johnson had said it. And when she'd started sputtering denial he'd smiled and said, "She's too shy to admit it", and walked off with a cheery "Be seeing you, Jenny!"
And despite the fact that she'd stood as tall as she could and yelled "I'm not taking my clothes off!" to his disappearing back and to everyone in the East Wing, it seemed like "Be seeing you, Jenny" was all she'd been hearing for the past week. Even from her friends.
The more she denied any intention of stripping for anyone, let alone the whole Senior class, the more they all laughed, agreed...and told her how cool it was.
Jenny closed her locker and resisted an urge to bang her head against it. They'd all see in two days, anyway. She was going to be at the party and enjoy the heck out of it. She was going to be as good a sport and as great a slave as anyone had ever been. And she wasn't going to take off so much as a hair ribbon!!
She sighed and turned to look down the hall toward the South Wing. Graduation was tomorrow, right now it was time to get to her last day of meaningless classes.
No, wait a second, there was her best friend Shiela, coming down the hall with Cindy, another friend.
At least she'd get some sense and sympathy out of Shiela.