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( 003 » ENSEMBLE ) party time.
» WHO? Everyone
» WHEN? July 1 to July 8
» WHERE? Entire Station
» WHAT? 168 hours of being forced to listen to cheesy music on repeat…
» WARNINGS? the mundane and slightly ridiculous becoming terrible, cheesy pop music, forced sleep deprivation, anger, loss of control, emotions, potential for stabbing, hallucinations, mania, memory loss, confusion, seizures, depression.
It starts in the mess hall and it starts slowly. At first, it can barely be heard over the conversations that are happening but as the volume increases, it becomes apparent that music is playing. Not just any music: characters from Earth will recognise these pop hits from the 70s, 80s and 90s. They’re the kind of hits one might find on a Spotify playlist titled “Top 100 Cheesy Hits” or “Songs To Sing To In The Shower”. Power ballads. Boy bands. Girl bands. Woodstock.
Soon, the music can be heard all across the station, blasting from every speaker, audible in every room. Characters who were asleep in their quarters will be woken by the music’s volume, characters under the shower might want to start singing along (but remember, the walls might just be thin enough for the neighbours to hear) and if characters clear some chairs, there’s enough space in the bar for an impromptu dance floor.
Some characters have been working on improving the replicators, too, so while the alcohol supplies at the bar are dwindling and all but gone, the replicators are now capable of making something that’s palatable, even if it’s not quite up to scratch.
What’s the harm in having some fun? It’s just a little music, right?
It’s just a little music, right? And it is — but it just won’t seem to stop. The first few hours may have been entertaining, at least for those who did not get woken up by the sound of decades (centuries, even) in the past, but the music keeps going long past the point of entertainment.
After two hours, the songs start repeating. After six hours, they’re still playing. After twelve? Still playing. Twenty-four? Still playing.
Sleep becomes all but impossible as the music keeps playing loudly in every room and every corridor of the station. Attempts to shut it down prove unsuccessful.
Forty-eight hours later, the music is still playing.
Characters will begin to suffer the effects of sleep deprivation, in addition to the general irritation that might come from hearing the same two hours worth of cheesy pop songs on a loop: headaches, exhaustion, tremors, irritability and confusion to begin with, followed by lapses in memory, muscle aches, malaise, violent behaviour, hallucinations or mania as cognitive effects set in, possibly also seizures and depression.
And still, the music keeps playing.
The music and the sleep deprivation it causes are the reason for many of the symptoms people are feeling, but something is happening that goes even beyond the music, beyond the lack of sleep: something has changed about the food replicators.
The food is slowly getting better, for one, thanks to a group of individuals who’ve been working on improving them. Beyond that, however, imperceptible, the composition of the food comes with something extra -- namely heightened emotions. Whatever causes it, it’s in the water, too.
Those who are already angry feel angrier and have a harder time controlling that anger. Those who are already sad feel sadder and have a harder time not bursting into tears. Those who are already apathetic feel more apathetic and have a harder time prompting themselves to so much as move. The effect holds for all emotions, heightening them, making them harder to control or counteract. Impulses become action far more quickly than usual. Irritation at the music may become anger at the person singing along under their breath and that, in turn, may lead to someone getting stabbed with a plastic fork.
It’s nearly impossible to keep a cool head, though some people seem more affected than others.
OOC: This part of the plot is completely opt-in. Whatever characters are feeling will be heightened and strengthened and their impulse control lowered. Make sure to get ooc permission for any stabby action of comparable deeds, and keep in mind that non-con is prohibited in game.
After 168 hours, the music stops. Whatever was in the water and the food is gone again, meaning characters may never know it was there in the first place. After all, some of the effects of it could have been down to the sleep deprivation as well…
Still, there’s something off about the whole thing. It might seem like someone is watching them. Toying with them. But surely that’s just paranoia, right?
In the aftermath of sleep deprivation and poor impulse control, characters might want to get some sleep or try to mend those relationships that were damaged by careless words or people getting creative with the cutlery.
Please remember to put warnings in subject lines if so required.
» WHEN? July 1 to July 8
» WHERE? Entire Station
» WHAT? 168 hours of being forced to listen to cheesy music on repeat…
» WARNINGS? the mundane and slightly ridiculous becoming terrible, cheesy pop music, forced sleep deprivation, anger, loss of control, emotions, potential for stabbing, hallucinations, mania, memory loss, confusion, seizures, depression.
0 0 1 » LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED
It starts in the mess hall and it starts slowly. At first, it can barely be heard over the conversations that are happening but as the volume increases, it becomes apparent that music is playing. Not just any music: characters from Earth will recognise these pop hits from the 70s, 80s and 90s. They’re the kind of hits one might find on a Spotify playlist titled “Top 100 Cheesy Hits” or “Songs To Sing To In The Shower”. Power ballads. Boy bands. Girl bands. Woodstock.
Soon, the music can be heard all across the station, blasting from every speaker, audible in every room. Characters who were asleep in their quarters will be woken by the music’s volume, characters under the shower might want to start singing along (but remember, the walls might just be thin enough for the neighbours to hear) and if characters clear some chairs, there’s enough space in the bar for an impromptu dance floor.
Some characters have been working on improving the replicators, too, so while the alcohol supplies at the bar are dwindling and all but gone, the replicators are now capable of making something that’s palatable, even if it’s not quite up to scratch.
What’s the harm in having some fun? It’s just a little music, right?
( ♪ )
0 0 2 » I WANT OFF THIS RIDE
It’s just a little music, right? And it is — but it just won’t seem to stop. The first few hours may have been entertaining, at least for those who did not get woken up by the sound of decades (centuries, even) in the past, but the music keeps going long past the point of entertainment.
After two hours, the songs start repeating. After six hours, they’re still playing. After twelve? Still playing. Twenty-four? Still playing.
Sleep becomes all but impossible as the music keeps playing loudly in every room and every corridor of the station. Attempts to shut it down prove unsuccessful.
Forty-eight hours later, the music is still playing.
Characters will begin to suffer the effects of sleep deprivation, in addition to the general irritation that might come from hearing the same two hours worth of cheesy pop songs on a loop: headaches, exhaustion, tremors, irritability and confusion to begin with, followed by lapses in memory, muscle aches, malaise, violent behaviour, hallucinations or mania as cognitive effects set in, possibly also seizures and depression.
And still, the music keeps playing.
( ♪ )
0 0 3 » THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE WATER
The music and the sleep deprivation it causes are the reason for many of the symptoms people are feeling, but something is happening that goes even beyond the music, beyond the lack of sleep: something has changed about the food replicators.
The food is slowly getting better, for one, thanks to a group of individuals who’ve been working on improving them. Beyond that, however, imperceptible, the composition of the food comes with something extra -- namely heightened emotions. Whatever causes it, it’s in the water, too.
Those who are already angry feel angrier and have a harder time controlling that anger. Those who are already sad feel sadder and have a harder time not bursting into tears. Those who are already apathetic feel more apathetic and have a harder time prompting themselves to so much as move. The effect holds for all emotions, heightening them, making them harder to control or counteract. Impulses become action far more quickly than usual. Irritation at the music may become anger at the person singing along under their breath and that, in turn, may lead to someone getting stabbed with a plastic fork.
It’s nearly impossible to keep a cool head, though some people seem more affected than others.
OOC: This part of the plot is completely opt-in. Whatever characters are feeling will be heightened and strengthened and their impulse control lowered. Make sure to get ooc permission for any stabby action of comparable deeds, and keep in mind that non-con is prohibited in game.
( ♪ )
0 0 4 » AFTERMATH
After 168 hours, the music stops. Whatever was in the water and the food is gone again, meaning characters may never know it was there in the first place. After all, some of the effects of it could have been down to the sleep deprivation as well…
Still, there’s something off about the whole thing. It might seem like someone is watching them. Toying with them. But surely that’s just paranoia, right?
In the aftermath of sleep deprivation and poor impulse control, characters might want to get some sleep or try to mend those relationships that were damaged by careless words or people getting creative with the cutlery.
( ♪ )
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[With more of his strength back, Alucard is reaching for Kira's shoulder, to try to shove him up against the closest wall.
Alucard tilts his head, revealing the mark left on him by Lucifer's kiss.]
You did this. Tell me what it is.
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You mean Yuki? [9S was the original thing he'd been called, wasn't it? He had nearly forgotten, actually. He does pause then, feeling a flicker of something. 'Is it not in your nature?' Kira's jaw tenses at that, his brows furrowing.]
Tell me how you really feel, spawn of Dracula. It's in my nature, is it? [He scoffs at that.]
The mark is a gift. You should be more grateful.
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I am no one's toy or tool! What is it? What did you do to me?
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You wouldn't understand.
[It wasn't his place to understand, anyway. What was between Kira and someone else was between Kira and someone else. Alucard need not know anything about it.]
Let me show you.
[With that small spark of anger, Kira balled his hand up into a fist, a wry grin on his mouth before he just swung his fist at Alucard, right at his face. It was not a weak hit, nor did he pull his punch.
It was reflected back at him before hitting Alucard, Kira essentially punching his own head into the metal of the wall.]
1/2
[The fist comes, far more quickly than he expects. It was foolhardy to release his anger onto Kira, onto Lucifer. One strike from his father almost killed him, what would one strike from Lucifer do--]
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Alucard's grip on Kira abruptly relinquishes and he feels... troubled? Guilty, for certain. It's almost too much. He could normally ignore it, or at least set it aside until he was alone.
His hand comes to rest against Kira's chest.]
You placed a spell on me.
[A strange, unique spell, but it was truly a gift.]
I apologize. I don't know... I don't know what's wrong with me.
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[He rubs at the back of his head at that, wincing. He could handle a hit from himself, even against metal, but boy it wasn't really pleasant.]
Yeah, whatever. Just kinda pisses me off. Thought you of all people wouldn't start throwing my 'nature' at me.
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[Alucard would care less if it was someone he actually liked. He doesn't get possessive, not particularly, but he has no fondness for 9S. If it was someone else, then maybe Alucard could have--
No. That's foolish. To be involved? But he wants. He has wanted.]
It was not right of me to speak that way.
[He doesn't remove his hand. Yes, he's wanted, but he's ignored it, so he's allowed affection to pass. To lay a kiss here and there, to lean into his company. But beyond that, he has not breached the idea because it is unwise.
But why be concerned with that now? It feels gone, that resistance.
So he cups Kira's cheek and leans in to kiss him, biting for his lower lip. Affectionate but tasting for his blood, the familiar flavor of brimstone.]
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But the kiss kind of cements it for him. Yeah okay. Maybe he WAS jealous. The two of them had shared quiet, intimate moments unlike any he'd shared with anyone else. He just figured the dhampir was 'too good' for such silly things.
How good to know that he was wrong.
Kira returns the kiss, unfazed by the bite to his lower lip and instead just wrapping his arms around Alucard's waist and biting back at him as best he can with fangs in his own lip.]
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Why did he resist for so long? That answer seems to be gone from his mind, and all he can think of is how much he wants and how he'll plunge himself into it, gladly.
He presses his body against Kira's, pulling away from the kiss if only to scrape his fangs across his neck, just enough to cut skin and let red rise to the surface. His tongue lavishes over the cuts with a pleased growl.]
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He groans in response to the growl, his hands sliding down the small of Alucard's back to grab his ass, squeezing.]
Fuck.
... was beginning to doubt you had it in you.
[He gives a throaty laugh at that, his head rolling back to let Alucard at his neck as much as he'd like.]
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I've wanted. For sometime.
[That, at least, has been true.
He doesn't need the blood, but he's biting down anyway. Little half-bites, pressing along Kira's collarbone and throat, his tongue swiping away blood as it drools out of broken flesh. He doesn't care who sees, maybe he wants someone to bear witness to the marks his fangs leave.
Another low growl, and he's rolling his hips roughly against Kira's.]
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Well, at the least, Alucard chose the right person to simply grind against in the hallways, because Kira didn't mind in the least that people might see them like this. Kira could do whatever and whoever he wanted, after all. And right now with that roll of hips against his, this was where he wanted to be. It would be stupid to take a break just for the comfort of others.]
Ah. Haha, good.
[Kira moves his hips from side to side then, his hands still against Alucard's backside before they slid upwards and around his waist.]
I said you could have me anytime, didn't I? Offer's still on the table. Or on the wall, or against a counter...
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[In a better time when he had more of a mind of himself, Alucard would normally prefer to keep it private. Keep it to a bedroom, perhaps even more romantic. But here, it is base, and he simply just desires. That is the urge he follows, one he has ignored for sometime.
He finally bites down fully on Kira's neck, drinking eagerly, grinding harder. He doesn't even need the blood right now, but it doesn't stop him from helping himself.
After pulling back, he nips at Kira's earlobe.]
Perhaps I will have you here, regardless of who may arrive.
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Kira lets out a sigh as he takes a hand from Alucard's back to grab a fist full of that lovely blonde hair, tugging at it just to see the reaction he'd get, and to feel the way those fangs felt as the pulled at his flesh.]
Well.
I'm waiting.
[He gave a low laugh, pulling one leg up around Alucard and shoving his hips forward as the hand not still in that golden hair pulled his hips closer, getting some more of that delightful friction between them.]
cw: nsfw from here on out
He relishes the idea of what they've done, what they're doing, and none of it being hidden. Marred flesh is a promise of what has been.
One hand keeps to Kira's hip, holding him there as they grind together. Alucard is hard, getting harder, pressing against Kira furiously. He wants nothing more than to have him like this, regardless of who comes by.
But they're certainly lacking any real preparation.
Alucard hikes up Kira by his leg and hip, effectively carrying him.]
Elsewhere.
[An awkward position, but not impossible to carry him like this. He'll start making his way toward the clinic now, still nipping at Kira's exposed neck as much as he can.]
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Don't make me wait too long. I'll get bored.
[He's mostly teasing. Mostly. But also like... he's wanted this too. Alucard is a good looking dude and he was just so fun to mess with. Kira actually helps him carry him a little by lifting his other leg to just kind of wrap around him.]
I can't even kiss you with you all over my neck like this.
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[He sighs, and for simplicity's sake decides to fly instead because walking like this is a little awkward. Alucard tips his chin up and leans in to nip at Kira's lower lip.]
Better?
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Much better.
[And he does press a kiss to his lips but like also you cannot just hover and not expect Kira to say something.]
This is the first time anyone has carried me in flight. I feel like a princess~
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[Despite the words, Alucard at least sounds like he's probably joking about that. But he does lean in to kiss back, if only briefly.
After all, he has to open the door to the clinic finally. Once the door shuts behind them, Alucard is all but tossing Kira to the closest cot in the room.]
Remove your trousers.
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But he doesn't need to say that, the grin on the devil's face quite enough to say everything he needs to as the door is opened and Alucard tosses him to a cot.]
Can I call you 'doctor'?
[He's still grinning, and then taking off his leather jacket before unzipping his pants and pulling them off unceremoniously.]
I think I need a thorough examination~
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[The words are spoken very seriously, of course. Alucard is fetching a salve in a small container, then shrugging off his coat to the floor. He'll care about tidying later.
He doesn't right now. He just wants right now.
Swiftly, he approaches, leaning to kiss as fiercely as before, fangs dragging over Kira's lips.]
But I suppose I could perform one proper examination for you.
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[He sticks his tongue out at Alucard then, unfurling his wings as the vampire pounces on him once more he certainly wasn't worried about them during this activity, and would need the access to his astral powers in order to heal himself a little. These kisses were rather sharp, and Kira liked it that way.]
Nah, I don't believe in medicine.
[It's a JOKE. Kira didn't do actually going to a doctor! Doesn't help that he is already well aware that his body is fucked. Though... this being his original body, it might be in new and interesting ways.]
Just fuck me before I fuck you.
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Then there's Kira's vulgar statement.
Of course.]
That won't be a problem.
[He's opening his own trousers, shoving them down just enough to free himself, erection hardened and out. More importantly, he's coating his fingers.
Despite everything, he doesn't have any desire to hurt Kira. Maybe a ridiculous sentiment. This is Lucifer. Still, he genuinely doesn't wish to see harm come to him, especially in this.
One hand goes to the back of Kira's left knee, pushing it up and out of the way. A slickened finger feels between the cheeks of Kira's rear before pressing slowly into his hole.]
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It was enough of a jolt to get Kira kind of out of it for a moment, and things kind of got a little too real for him for a moment, which found him silent, his jaw clenching even before Alucard started preparing him.
This was fine. He was fine. This would be alright.]
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