Fantasy Island

[ARaynes]

OOC: This is a thread based on the newest version of Fantasy Island that plays on the Sci-fi channel. I will play the male part of Mr. Roarke, because I love being a pain to people. *wink* This is NOT an exclusivly sex thread, but sex can be in it. I just want to see how I can twist peoples fantasies. If you are interested, please pm me with a "fantasy" and character description. This is open to anyone, but I do need those PMs so I can get your fantasy right.

IC:

I stood watching the plane land with the newest "vacationers." Shame they are the run of the mill. Sometimes watching them have their fantasies drawn our was boring, but it was a job and who else would want the powers I had to give them what they wanted?

Who was I kidding? I really enjoyed twisting people, giving them what they wanted, though that was not what they wished. Some left with the sense that things would be better with their new found knowledge while other, well, others should have bet their money away.

The plane landed with the smoothness of any ride. The bounce on water reminded me that I had better dawn my shades and make way to them. After all, I was Mr. Roarke. The one that made everything work out in the end.

 

[soliloquy]

Susan Archer

Susan struggled with her carryons as she took them out of the overhead compartment. She looked out the window at paradise. What a beautiful place.

Why was Susan here? Like many of the others she was bored. Bored of her job as a research assistant at the biology labs of Simon and Tucker in Carbondale, Illinois. Bored with her boring two bedroom apartment she shared with her boring boyfriend. Bored with her stringy nondescript hair and conservative clothes. Even bored with her boring name. Susan Gellar. Nothing exciting in that. Bored with her middle america life in general.

When she heard about Mr. Roarke's island, she knew she had to get there. But it was a steep price to pay for a week of fantasy. She put it off for a long while. Finally, she decided to take the money from the account meant for a new boring car, and do something exciting for once.

The only thing she didn't find boring in her life was her love of jazz and blues. She would lay in bed dreaming of Ella and all the other greats, and longing to be on a stage where the lights glowed dim in blues and purples, reflecting off the sequins of a dress straight out of a fashion magazine in the forties. And she could sing. She knew she had a voice, but had done nothing with it. The fear of failure was too great. But here, on this island, there was no fear of failure. She only hoped that it lived up to her expectations.

She stumbled down the steps off of the plane. As she stepped onto the ground, she caught her foot in the strap of one of her bags and stumbled into a man. She looked up and mumbled an apology. She looked at his dark glasses and knew instantly...this is Mr. Roarke.

"Um, hello. Mr. Roarke?" He nodded in reply with a warm smile. "H-hi," she stammered, struggling with the straps and bags clumsily. "M-my name is, um, S-susan Gellar. Thanks for, well, having me here." God, she sounded like a retarded child.

 

[afternooner]

John Doe

He'd tried to change his name a dozen times but it didn't help It didn't make him a better writer a better painter, a better sculptor, a better poet a better anything Maybe the time was wrong or maybe he needed to change more than his name,he thought as he stared at his reflection in the planes window glass. If he could just go back to the days when the masters painted, perhaps they would inspire him to greatness instead of this medeocre work that he continued to do. His reflection told him he was getting old, greying at the temples, a little pot bellied but yet there was a fire in his dark eyes and a quickness to his step. It was not for lack of spirit that he felt old just lack of inspiration.At 52 he felt like he could be 26 if he had the inspiration. that was why he was heading for Fantasy Island.

On the ground his step was light as was his baggage he had been reassured artist supplies would be furnished and the only thing he carried aside from a small bag of clothes was in his hind pocket, his red beret.

I'm John Doe,

 

[ARaynes]

Roarke

Roarke stood the woman up on her feet again. "I know how you are Susan, and I know who you shall be." His smile seemed all knowing.

"If you are ready, my assistant will see to your needs."

A tall woman, very beautiful and sure of herself held her hand out. "I am Ariel. Come with me and I will show you to your room."

She grabs a bag from the girl and starts walking to the house. "I will stop by to see you later, Susan." Roarke calls to her before they are far out of shot.

"You will enjoy your stay here on the island. It won't be all fun though, for you are this weeks attraction."

She shows Susan to a small, but nice room. The room is decorated in the finest fabrics, the windows allowing a breeze to blow in from the ocean. "This is your room. The bed is made of the finest fabrics, goose down for the stuffing of the pillows. Very nice if I must say so myself."

She walks to the closet and opens the door. Inside are the most beautiful gowns of the fourties you could imagine. Sequiens and silks. A young girls fantasy. "This aren't your size, quite yet, but you will get into it before I leave."

She turns and drops the bag to the floor. "First, as you wished, your name must be changed. Susan Gellar would not be a name of a piana bar singer. Do you have any idea of what name you would choose? I am going to fix you a drink, scotch ok?"

She walks over to the bedroom bar and starts fixing the drink waiting on Susan's reply for a name.

 

[ARaynes]

Roarke

Roarke smiled at the pudgy man that stepped from the plane. "Great. Our di Vinci is here." He smiled, guesturing for Cal to take his bag. "I take it your flight was sutible?"

He watched the man nod that his ride was safe. He seemed to be a man with a mission, wanting to see the world, but not able to see it through the eyes he wished.

"Your cabin of sorts is prepared. There are all the utensils Di Vinci would require. You will not need for anything. Cal will take you, as I have other guest to greet, but I will be out to ensure you are pleased with your fantasy when the time comes."

Cal looked at the man and motioned him to follow. "Come on. I will take you."

They walked, for what seemed like a mile or so and into the forrest beyond the hotel. "It is really secluded, just as Di Vinci would have it." Cal said, his voice with a lisp that was more annoying than any heard before.

He walked into the cabin, the bag in his hand disappearing and his clothes changing to that of robes. Something more sutible for the times. "Here ye be." He said, his voice now no longer with a lisp, but of a italian accent. "Will you need anything else?"

Cal stood and stared at the old man before him. Frail and thin, his robes clinging to his body. His long white hair seemed to blend in with his beard. "What is the year?" He asked.

Cal smiled broadly. "Why the year is that of 1499 of our Lord, Master Di Vinci."

 

[soliloquy]

Susan

Susan was awe stricken with the beauty of the room. It was like being taken back in time. When Ariel asked her the name she would choose, she did not hesitate. She had known since she was fifteen.

"Monique," she said, matter-of-factly. "Monique LaBelle." The Beauty, Monique. She amazingly felt at home here. She didn't feel like the awkward clumsy woman she was. But how could that change so quickly? Must be the ambiance.

 

[afternooner]

Leonardo

John looked at his robes, white linen, the finest the shops of Florence had. He smiled searching for a mirror, he looked in it astonished, he was indeed 26 again just like he wished for now he could paint ...but where was his red beret. it was his muse, his source of inspiration. It was nowhwere to be found. He cried out in dispair.
....I'm lost without it and then he looked again realizing he was no longer John Doe.

He was Leonardo. he picked up a brush staring at it in his left hand. Leonardo was left handed, John Doe used his right!

 

[ARaynes]

Ariel

She finished the drink, adding her own little mixture to it before handing it to Monique. "Drink this and you will be."

She watched as the mousy looking brown headed girl, with the shady brown eyes swallowed the drink. There were seconds passing before it happened, but slowly the short shoulder legnth brown hair curled, and grew longer. Its color no longer the brown but bright beautiful red.

Her eyes usually the brown of wood, turned to a piercing green. Bright. Emeralds. Beautiful. She seemed to grow a few inches as well, her legs going all the way up as it would be said. Her breast, once hershey kisses now were beautiful oranges. They were perky. Definately a c cup if not more. Her skin, that was the biggest change. Once brightly spotted red, like she had rosesha, was now pale, and beautiful.

Ariel smiled. "Why don't you look at the mirror, Monique."

 

[ARaynes]

Cal

Cal watched the man in amazement. "Is there anything else I can do for you sir?"

The man looked at him, as if to question him. "I mean, before the model shows. She will be here shortly."

 

[afternooner]

Leonardo

leonardo turned, he was Leonardo. he looked at his hands, his long sensitive fingers ready to create. His wish was to sculpt. Marble or clay or maybe bronze which would it be? All were available.He closed his eyes invisioning his dream.


Venus, the goddess of love if he were Bottecelli he would paint in oils. But he was Leonardo and his medium would be....clay.... His hands could feel it soft and supple between his fingers. Yes it would be clay.

he took some water and made the basic form a vertical lump rising above the floor almost as tall as he. This lump would soon become Venus but first it had to dry in the sun before he could add to it the features of his model.

Carefully he brought it out. He would finish it here so that he could capture the beauty of nature that surrounded him. He listened to the birds sing. He would create their song in his sculpture He felt the breeze. The sweet aroma of nearby lilacs filled the air. The the soft ground beneath his bare feet cushioned him. Those too he would add. Every thing he saw or smelled or heard or touched would be included.

he sat down on a marble bench and waited for his model.

 

[soliloquy]

Monique

She stared at herself in the mirror. Transformed. This wasn't just a makeover that she could never repeat if she tried. This was a transformation. She pressed a hand over her glowing skin. Yes, glowing. She glowed! She ran her hand down her neck and over her pert breasts. She giggled at this. She felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. She turned and looked herself over in the mirror.

Yes, this was definitely worth the money. She reclined in the bed, throwing her arms up over her head in pure joy. This was where she needed to be.

She looked at Ariel and smiled. "Thank you." Even her voice was different. Sultry, thick, and melodious. She giggled again.

 

[ARaynes]

Ariel

Ariel laughed. Monique was like a child finding a new toy.

"Now remember, your name is Monique. You are here to work as a piano bar. This is......your dressing room. Out that door, is the stage. You will go there precisly at seven. Your fans will be waiting."

Ariel bowed and headed out the door. Before she was fully gone she turned and said one last thing. "Mr. Roarke will see you soon." She said then left.

She was soon dressed in silks, old silks. Her hair was pulled up and curled on top of her head. Her body was that of Venus, well, a close likeness.

She bowed her head. "Master Di Vinci. I am your model." She said, her voice thick italian. "Where do you wish me to sit?"

 

[soliloquy]

Susan

Susan began to panic. What would she sing. What if she tripped over something?

Monique slowly took over, and a confident smile lit her face. Mr. Roarke had everything taken care of for her. She needn't worry. She began humming a few bars of a Gershwin tune.

"I'm a little lamb that's lost in the wood, I wish I could, always be good, to one who'll watch over me."

Guardian Angel Roarke. No worries. There was someone watching over her.

 

[afternooner]

Leonardo

He must have dozed off, sittling on the bench listening to the birds, feeling the soft breeze blow though his white beard, smelling the aroma of the lilacs in bloom. Yes, he had dozed off, for when he looked up he saw her standing there in front of him, a vision of loveliness standing quietly andinnocently waiting.

He shook his head, perhaps he was still dreaming She was beautifull, her sparkling green eyes, her long aubrn hair curling down around her snow white shoulders to below her slender waist her Linen robe clining to her body acenuating every curve, every lusious mound and valley. Her arms ivory white outstretched in question .Her tiny feet encased in dainty sandals.

She wasn't just any model, sent from the village to work, for a place to stay, for a meal, a gold goin now and then perhaps. She carried herself like a goddess like Venus the goddess of love herself. Would it...Could.... it be possible...was she indeed Venus coming to him in flesh and blood to pose for him and leave to all mankind her likeness sculpted in clay by his own hands. He bowed and taking her ivory hand kissed it.

Welcome to my humble abode. what is your name my dear....

He held his breath hoping beynd his wildest dreams that she would reply Venus the goddes of love.

 

[ARaynes]

The Model

She looks at the man before her and smiles, "I am called many things, but for you, I am Venus, your model, to show the world."

She leans back on aa stool, her body covered by robes, but still showing her figure beneath. "Do you wish to drop my robes, Master Di Vinci?"

 

[soliloquy]

Monique

Monique looked at the grandmother clock by the vanity. Six twenty. She had only forty minutes to get ready. She fingered through the gowns, and after much deliberation, chose a pale green dress, sequined with a lace sash. She slipped it on, and it clung to her skin invitingly. The neckline dipped between her breasts, the waistline showed off her new, sultry figure, and a slit came right up the side of her left leg. She twirled in the mirror, admiring her own reflection.

She went to the vanity to find perfumes, lotions, and more makeup than Susan had ever owned in her entire life. She began to paint her face, and it seemed that she could not do wrong with this make up. Usually she was clumsy, and often chose for very little makeup because she couldn't get the liners right. But here, and now, she seemed to be able to know just how to apply the makeup to accentuate her features. It was as if someone else was applying it for her.

She turned and looked in the mirror. She was the picture of a torch singer: sultry, innocent, and glowing. She went to where her bag had lain to get her sheet music. It was gone. What would she sing?

 

[afternooner]

Leonardo

Raising his hand leonardo replies,

Oh no my dear I have much preparation to do before the final sculpture is complete. I have to decide about your beautifull auburn hair. It curls so delightfully around your body but perhaps it would look good caught up in a chignon curled like a crown above your gorgeous face. and your smile right now it is one of innocence and in your voice I hear obediance but also Venus could be very strong and independant after all as the godess of love she controls all of nature, human as well.

Everyone who sees her falls in love with her and I am no exception. only my desire to sculpt exceeds my desire to love you. So leave you robes on for now, so my fingers will not tremble when I am begining my sculpture. Later when I have progressed further and have gotten used to your great beauty I will decide if I want you au natural or if some of your many charms will remain behind the cloth.

 

[Lacewing]

Sara Adkins

She didn't care if they changed her name, or what they did, she only knew the single wish she had. The one things she had yet to ever gain and this island seemed like the perfect chance to receive that ultimate wish, if only for a week.

Home.

Growing up as the tiny red headed unwanted girl at the orphanage she bounced from home to home to home but non ever being 'home' they were all just halfway houses for children no one wanted.

She grew up watching the old sitcoms were mothers made breakfast before the kids went to school and dads read teh newspaper and kissed mommy's on the cheeks. And siblings.... To play with and torment and tease.

She wnted that, all of it.

So when a lucky strike with a lottery got her alot of money insted of doing the sensible thing and commiting all of it to some fund or whatever she took part and went on this trip. There woudl be more money, lotteries pay by an installment per year. Enough for a small house and then maybe she could find a guy and start a real family of her own. That is if she could get the currage up to actualy talk to a guy. She was shy and a touch sinical so as it were in her 18 years of life hadn't even been kissed.

But she wnted this, to know what it felt like to be a daughter and a sister weather older or younger.

She glanced at the others on the plane only briefly before watching the window as she had the entire trip when they finally landed she got out of the plane as fast as she could manage, she had nothing with her, nothing really to bring. The clothing on her back and a little money for suvineers if there was a gift shop.

She stepped out of the plain and noticed the man, that must be the owner, she thought to herself and walked over "Hi" was about all she said to Mr. Rourke

 

[ARaynes]

Roarke smiled at Sara as she walked up to him. This would be the easiest fantasy of them all. Little to no work on his behalf, just a few "tweeks" here and there.

"Good Evening, Sara. Are you ready for your family? They are all waiting for you." He held his arm out and waited for him to take it.

"You have one sister, Laura. Your mother and father are Danielle and Alex. They have been waiting for you and I should say that they are excited to add you to their family."

They walked, arm in arm as he spoke of each famliiy member, and how they were waiting to meet her and be part of her new family as she had always wanted.

"This is it." He said, stepping in front of a white door. The townhouse they stepped in front of was tall and white. Ivy hung from the bottom, trailing all the way to the top giving the house an old home-like look.

"Are you ready to walk in?" He watched as she nodded her head. She didn't speak though she did look excited. "Well, don't just stand there. You are home now. Go on in."

 

[ARaynes]

(TBA)

He peeked in at her, watching her as she frantically looked for her sheet music. He knew that is what she was looking for, for it had been in the bag that he took. Smelling the paper, airy and scented by her sweat as she had put it in each and every chord. He loved the smell of her.

She almost caught him watching her, her eyes had shifted to the window, and had he not slipped down she would have seen him. She could not see him until it was all over. She wouldn't understand.

She wouldn't understand how he watched her. Every move she made he was there. He loved her voice, her words, her love that she put in every song. He wanted her. He had to have her, and yet she would not understand just yet.

 

[soliloquy]

Monique

Monique tried to settle herself. Roarke would take care of it, wouldn't he? And where was he? That woman told her that he would be in to see her. Should she walk out there? Should she stay?

Susan was coming out a bit, but when she looked in the mirror, she saw Monique. All would pass as it should. She would sing her heart out tonight. And they would love her. Love her!

 

[ARaynes]

Harry

Harry came through the curtain to Monique's room. "Well aren't you ready yet?" He called to her. His british accent was thick, and if you looked at him he looked to be a bit nervous. Always watching the scene around him.

"You are supposed to be mingling. Not sitting back here. Don't you understand that your time is my time? You made it here, now get out there and do your job. People are counting on meeting you before you sing. They want to meet the best."

 

[Lacewing]

Sara Adkins

She walked into the house and blinked as suddenly several people greated her, a girl close to her own age infront of an old tv flipping stations for the man seated at a comfy chair who gave her a warm smile "Welcome home Sara"

"Sara!" said the girl at the tv waving and a woman like a dream from a old family sitcom came out with a warm smile "Shouldn't you go and get dressed for diner sara?" she asked walking over and hugging her warmly "Dinner will be ready soon now hurry up! don't keep your father waiting!"

Sara felt she coudl cry and smiled larger "Yes mom!" and she went up the stair to the hall peeking into rooms spotting the master bedroom she smiled and acrossed must be Laura's room, then that one..

That one was her's. She went into a dream a happy one, though she knew it would end soon. But for now she had it all. And she went into her 'room' and sat on the bed under the canopy, silly pink canopy and the room at everything. A very 'girly' room but she didn't mind. It fit with the fantasy of the girl of a family.

She went to the closet and peeked in, not expecting to find anything but was met with lots of dresses and cute outfits, she got out an outfit of a frilly skirt and a sweater. She went and got into the shower to clean up for dinner.

This would be so nice!!

 

[soliloquy]

Monique

Monique looked at the man and sized him up. Must be the manager of the club. "Yes, sir, I am sorry." She went out the door, him behind her and was in a nightclub of sorts. The air was thick with smoke, the lights dim and just as she had imagined it. A loud roar went up.

"Monique is here!" a man shouted.

Monique put on her sex-kitten smile. "You boys ready for a show?" They whistled and hooted. "This isn't a tavern, boys, keep it down." She blew a kiss to a young man, who immediately clutched at his heart.

Men were trying to talk to her as she moved through the room. She remained cool, kind to her fans, but aloof. She went to the bartender. "Fix me up something smooth." She winked at him. He gave her a martini, and said, "On the house, Monique."

She went and sat atop the piano and crossed her legs, sipping her Martini. Men gathered around her. "When are ya gonna sing, Monique? Wanna come home with me tonight, sister? C'mon Monique, show us some of those killer legs."

"Boys, boys, boys...all in due time, all in due time." She re-crossed her legs, letting the slit reveal her skin. Someone whistled. She heard a woman say, "She's not so hot. I bet she can't even sing."

Monique was up to the challenge. "Any requests, boys?"

 

[Lacewing]

ooc

*bumps* heh sorry just like this one, wanna see how it comes out!)))