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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.

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?

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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.

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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.

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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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[A chorus of barking was in full swing as Connor entered the clinic. This was the twenty-second time 'Who Let the Dogs Out?' had played in the last forty-four hours. Even so, Connor looked pleased to see Alucard and looked around the clinic with subdued curiosity, cataloging all the supplies they had on hand as he did.

His gaze came to a stop on the the glass of blood before looking back at Alucard with a small smile.] Of course.

Music like this isn't common, is it? [He hadn't seen any previous mentions of this sort of thing, but that didn't mean it hadn't happened before.

Like before, he dipped two fingers into the thick blood and brought them to his mouth to lick.] It's clear of any pathogens or disease.

But... [His LED flickered blue and then yellow as he was able to match a few odd chemicals to those in his internal database and unable to match a few.] The sample contains... benzodiasepine, gabapentin, amphetamine, and two unknown chemical substances. Each is present in small quantities, but I'm unsure what the affect of all of these taken together would be.

This may not be suitable for consumption, Alucard.

[Despite the music, Alucard does smile faintly to Connor, appreciating him arriving.]

No. This is a completely new experience. I suppose it's relatively safer than the gravity breaking.

[Alucard doesn't even consider the idea that he's already been compromised, his eyes watching carefully as Connor dips his fingers into the blood. Most might be disgusted by how he tests the liquid, tongue to crimson, but it sends a thrill into him instead.

He watches the blood trickle down the android's hand, then gazes back to him.

Instead of answering, Alucard follows his compulsion. He wants so much, and how cruel had it been that he's shoved all of that away in his mind before? He doesn't think about the consequences, he's heard Connor but he doesn't let it stop him.

Instead, he's approaching closely, reaching out to drag his knuckles down Connor's cheekbone before gripping his chin.]

It won't kill me.

[A feeble excuse.

The ridiculous barking from the speakers rings in his ears, and Alucard leans in to kiss Connor, to taste for the blood that was just on his tongue.]

I'm surprised the station has so many speakers.

[Opening his mouth to confirm or deny the statement, he hesitated, at first, genuinely uncertain about the answer and then a little confused as to what Alucard was doing. He didn't react, remaining still and waiting with subdued curiosity.]

I'm uncer-

[He goes silent as Alucard closes the distance between them. As his programming worked overtime to catch up to what was happening, his immediate thoughts were still focused on the blood, so he parted his lips for the dhampir. Like a switch, his programming suddenly started responding to the kiss, returning it and leaning into Alucard's touch, but always seeming to follow his lead. Pliable and agreeable.]

[Although he should have, he couldn't forget how the test went last time. Licking, sucking on his fingers, not letting a single drop go to waste. Alucard stewed over it, couldn't let the thought go, and everything in his body is screaming how much he wants.

Desperately, he licks up into Connor's mouth, chasing after the flavor of the blood, and finds no discouragement from the android. He gives a pleased, beastly growl against Connor's mouth, dragging his fangs lightly over Connor's lower lip.

He pulls back, nuzzling the android's temple by his LED.]

Let me see your hand.

[The small amount of blood that had been on his tongue and lips was quickly lapped up, the kiss lingering longer than the traces of blood. It was an entirely new sensation, pleasure. It was almost close to how he felt when he'd accomplished a mission but multiplied and addictive. He also felt both completely lost and like his next action was nearly automatic.

The sensation of Alucard's tongue tickling the sensors on his lips elicits a soft hum, voicing his pleasure and encouraging more.

Connor's skin feels just like a human's, soft, though slightly cooler, giving ever so slightly under Alucard's sharp fangs.

Without hesitation, Connor moved his hand to Alucard's mouth, practically touching his lips with his fingers.

The urge to politely inform Alucard that this was not his intended function rose and was promptly pushed aside.]

[With a sigh, Alucard take Connor's wrist, slowly taking the tip of his index finger to begin with. The first time he'd done this, he did honestly try to make it practical, but there'd been no avoiding how implicating it'd been. Here, he's going to take his time, and be purposeful.

Golden eyes glance up, expecting Connor to watch him. Alucard's tongue darts out slowly cleaning off the tip of the android's finger before he slowly takes it into his mouth, down to the knuckle. Drawing his head back, the dhampir is flicking his tongue slowly over his finger, catching every bit of blood that he can.

Slowly, he licks over the middle finger, still watching Connor intently. He sucks over the length of it before giving it one last lick.

Still holding Connor by the wrist, Alucard turns his head down, giving his knuckles a tender kiss before releasing him.]

Do you still have no opinion on anything?

[Alucard's golden eyes met Connor's warm, attentive brown ones. Just as expected, Connor was watching intently, his gaze flickering up to meet the dhampir's briefly before returning to Alucard's mouth, his lips, his tongue. It was pleasurable in and of itself, but he understood the suggestive nature behind the display as well.

Instead of dropping his hand to his side once it was released, he rested his hand on Alucard's chest before slipping it up to curl around the back of his neck.]

I told you, I like a lot of things. [The corner of his mouth turned up just enough to hint at a lopsided smirk.]

You did, didn't you.

[Isn't this like being alive? He feels a thrill himself, and he wonders if Connor feels it too. How much does he feel from this?

He reaches up, gently scratching his fingers through Connor's synthetic but very convincing hair. Alucard leans in, brushing his lips against the android's cheekbone.]

I will not order you to do anything you don't wish to. I do not own you. I am not above you.

If you wish, you may walk out that door right now and leave me.

[Though he prays that Connor does not.]

[Connor leaned into the touch, eyes drifting half closed, especially at the light brush of Alucard's lips.

However, Alucard had to complicate things a little.

He glanced in the direction of the door as he replayed Alucard's words in his mind a few times, LED flickering yellow upon being given a choice that was solely his own. No mission hinged on this, no one's life was in danger, it was simply a choice of what he wanted, which made it all the more difficult.]

I'd prefer to stay. [The moment was punctuated by a 'Heyyyy, macarena'.]

[The relief sinks in, even if he almost jerks at the music from the speakers. It's not the most elegant sound to listen to, but he wants Connor more than he'll stand to be distracted with.

Gently, he presses his palm to Connor's cheek.]

I'm glad.

[He dips his thumb into the blood, raising it to smear it across Connor's lower lip. Almost immediately, Alucard leans in, kissing the android once more and seeing to lap away the stripe of crimson. Any reluctance that he'd had is now gone.

Instead, he'll gladly bury himself into this.]

[His LED once again flickers yellow as his system switches back to providing appropriate responses while still feeling twitchy from all of these completely self-centered choices.

His gaze drops to the blood and he tilts his head back a little, parting his lips for Alucard's thumb. As the dhampir leans closer, Connor's tongue darted out for just a moment to taste it as well, making a note to try to work the blood in if the opportunity arose. Alucard obviously enjoyed it. He meets his tongue, tasting the coppery flavor of the crimson liquid again. Slender fingers tangled further into Alucard's hair, both his hands on him to guide him closer.]

[The little dash of Connor's tongue is terribly pleasing. It far from disgusts him, and Alucard is all the more eager to press into the kiss and taste. A sigh escapes him at the hands in his hair and hell Connor seems so, so alive. How is he not?

Alucard slides an arm around the android, pulling him near, coaxing as the dhampir is stepping backwards to one of the dots. As he sits, he tugs Connor into his lap, hand moving to his hip.

He parts the kiss only a moment in order to nip at Connor's ear, murmuring.] Is this acceptable?

[Connor doesn't put up any resistance as Alucard guides them over to one of the cots, blindly following his lead. He has a few options when it comes to where and how to sit, but Alucard once again makes it easy for him, pulling him forward. Gracefully, Connor slid onto his lap, straddling his legs.]

Acceptable? ... For? [His tone was slightly teasing, half being coy and half wanting Alucard to make it clear what he was supposed to be doing. He didn't want to presume anything.

He hummed softly, tilting his head slightly, inviting Alucard to keep exploring.]

[The response does earn a dry laugh from Alucard, a hand reaching up to give Connor's ear an affectionate tweak. It's small things like this, truly: he'd noticed it here and there, how Connor would tease but never step out of line. Subtle hints, remarks, gestures, tones. What would he be like without resisting himself?

Alucard pulls Connor closer so that their hips are flush.]

I read your manual. I know you have the capacity for intimacy.

[Lips trail down to Connor's neck, and he murmurs against his throat.] I want that. [Right now, more than anything. More than blood. More than any expectations outside of the room.] But only if you do.

[The sudden added contact has Connor parting his lips in a silent moan, rolling his hips forward subtly against Alucard's as he found the sensation surprisingly pleasurable. The corner of his mouth curled upward at Alucard's response.]

I am equipped to engage in sexual acts, though it is not my primary function. [He agreed. Having the 'capacity for intimacy' sounded much too delicate and, well, intimate.

Connor seemed momentarily distracted by the sensation of Alucard's lips brushing over his skin, surprised at how all these light touches seemed to almost heighten his sensors. Everything felt magnified. Or maybe that was a programmed change when engaging in situations like this. He suddenly started breathing audibly, or what appeared like breathing. His core was starting to heat up, suggesting that the amount of data being processed through his sensors was likely increased. Moving air over the thirium in his chest would help stabilize his raising temperature.

All of this was fascinating. He'd never experienced these responses and he was incredibly curious.]

I do. [He reassured Alucard, even if it was for all the wrong reasons.] Though I may need a little direction. [His fingers threaded gently into Alucard's hair again, lightly tilting the dhampir's head back just enough so that Connor could press his lips to Alucard's, experimentally sucking on his lower lip. Again, there was the tiny flicker of tongue, tasting curiously, still finding minute traces of blood on Alucard's lips.]

[Oh. That sweet moan is enough to send a little thrill down Alucard's spine, and he smiles to himself for a moment, ducking his head before he manages to look back up to Connor again. It... really does seem like he's alive with reactions like that.

The reassurance makes Alucard sigh, relieved. It's all that he needs for him to continue. The dhampir closes his eyes appreciatively at the fingers in his hair, how gentle the sensation is. He opens his mouth for the kiss, taking Connor in as much as he wants, finding little concern about how he tastes for Alucard's mouth.]

I will make sure you enjoy yourself. [It's a murmured promise against Connor's lips before he presses harder for a kiss, winding his arms around the android's waist. He doesn't shift him much, but Alucard does give one experimental roll of his hips, growling softly against Connor.]

[An insistence that Alucard shouldn't worry about him, but focus on himself instead is cut off when Alucard drags him back into a heated kiss. The thought is quickly gone, all of his processing power being used to interpret the data being generated from his sensors and responding.

His grip on Alucard's hair tightened for a moment as their hips ground together again, groan muffled by Alucard's lips.

He shifted slightly, snaking a hand between them, palming the dhampir through his pants. This was what they were doing, right? Alucard really hadn't let his hands wander too much yet, so Connor hoped this wasn't overstepping any boundaries. He kneaded gently, palm sliding over a growing buldge.]

[The way he presses into the kiss is as if he is eager to devour every groan offered to him. Though he knows that Connor possesses the ability to do this, he'd been a little unsure of how he might react.

Everything he's being given so far is lovely.

Their lips part a moment so he can let out a satisfied hiss as Connor palms him, squeezing and encouraging. He doesn't fight it, finding himself so pleasantly aroused and getting harder, rolling into Connor's hand.

Alucard leans in, pressing a kiss across Connor's cheek, as if to chase every little detailed freckle placed there, appreciating every bit of care that his creators had to construct him in this way.

He doesn't resist any longer. Alucard is reaching up, tugging Connor's jumpsuit open, shoving it down as far as he can so he can drag his fangs lightly over the android's throat, down to his shoulder.]

Such fine details the humans made into you. [The words are murmured against synthetic skin.]

[Connor was basically on a one-way track unless Alucard stopped him for some reason. His actions and reactions would all be encouraging and accepting because Alucard had shown interest in doing this and that was all his programming needed to initialize. He had been given the option to leave but he was unsure if his programming would have allowed it if he'd wanted to. It was a non-issue though. He hadn't wanted to leave and he was actually a little glad that his programming knew exactly what to do.

His lips remain parted as Alucard breaks the kiss, appearing to breathe heavily again.

As the jumpsuit is pushed off his shoulders and tugged down, he's all but forced to slip his hand away so he can pull his arms loose. Once free, he moves for the buttons of Alucard's pants, ignoring the two belts which didn't actually seem to be attached to his pants at all, flicking them open.

The dusting of freckles and little 'imperfections' continue over his chest, shoulders and arms, though it seemed the engineers at CyberLife hadn't hated themselves enough to try for body hair from the neck down.] The first models were 'too perfect', lacking the small details that distinguish humans from one another. People found them disturbing.

[For a moment, Alucard shifts briefly, just enough that he can unbuckle his belts and let them drop to the floor. Anything else, and he'll let Connor decide how he'd like to pace that. He doesn't question this, not as heavily as he normally would; all of his personal resistances are gone, leaving him to act purely on his impulses.

So there's nothing to worry about, not right now. In his mind, he gave Connor a choice. That was enough.

With his fingers, he's tracing over the bared chest in front of him. There are some key points, the lack of hair below Connor's neckline being a notable detail. But there little imperfections, the occasional freckle or a mole crafted into his skin is charming to him. He doesn't resist temptation, leaning in to press his lips to the few that dot along Connor's chest.]

I enjoy it. [Lips trail over to Connor's left shoulder.] Though it is fascinating to know how much humans need flaws in their own creations to be content.

These are lovely details in you. Let me see the rest of you.

[Watching Alucard with half-lidded eyes, he arches his back, pressing into the wandering kisses. For a moment, he just watches, entranced, before remembering he's neglecting Alucard.

Alucard seems to beat him to it though and he nods, slipping off his lap without hesitation. He doesn't need to do anything, the jumpsuit crumpling down around his ankles when he stood. After toeing off his shoes, he stepped out of it and pushed down his boxer briefs as well. It was pretty evident that Connor didn't feel shyness or embarrassment, his demeanor remaining completely unchanged after disrobing.

He stepped closer, leg brushing Alucard's knee, but he didn't move to settle back onto his lap yet.]

What would you like me to do next? [He practically purrs the words.]

[In his time traveling, Alucard has encountered artists with fine sculptures, even more ancient pieces as he explored the countryside. If nothing else, humanity has been capable to dream and create. Perhaps it's no different with Connor with how he's been made, looking finely muscled and dotted with freckles.

Alucard reaches out, tracing over the android's cheekbone, down to his chin. The words are spoken with such invitation.]

Help me undress.

[He leans in, pressing another kiss to Connor's lips, something slower and kinder before he parts.]

Have you been with another like this, Connor?

[Connor had never thought of himself as anything but a culmination of research, peak optimization for all of his intended tasks. Everything for a reason, even if he didn't know that reason.

His eyes flutter closed at the light caress, lashes dark against his skin. He smiles softly into the kiss, returning it eagerly and opening his eyes again when Alucard pulls away. With direction for the next step, he moves closer to delicately start working on Alucard's shirt, easing it up to reveal the injury he'd been shown the other day.]

No, I haven't. [Again, there's no embarrassment, just the truth.]

[The amount of caution that Connor has with removing his shirt is quietly appreciated. The wound is healing better since he's been able to have a bigger portion to help with the process, so it looks slightly less concerning at the moment.

He pauses at the confirmation. He hasn't. If it were possible, Alucard's ears would absolutely burn right now. His tongue presses to the roof of his own mouth. He should not delight in being Connor's first, but there is a terrible part of him that does.

Reaching out, Alucard cups Connor's face in his hands, as if to make sure he's paying attention.]

I want to see your face when press you open. [In his voice is a growl of utter hunger.] Is that acceptable?

[Once eases the shirt off, he sets it on the cot beside Alucard, resisting a strong urge to fold it neatly.

His hands pause midway to Alucard's pants when the dhampir cups his face and waits for his full attention. Gaze raising to meet Alucard's, he feels a strange, unexpected excitement wash over him at the request. There's no time to stop and wonder if it's part of his programming at the moment.]

Yes. [He sounds almost breathless and gives him a single, eager nod despite Alucard's hand still cupping his face. His thirium pump seemed to accelerate even though there was no need to do so yet. And now he also knew what Alucard wanted, which meant he could begin preparing his body.

His fingers trailed lightly over Alucard's skin, skirting just below the healing edge of the massive cut, moving lower until he reached the waist of his already opened pants and working them down until they fell around his ankles. He sank down with them, moving fluidly into a kneeling position in front of Alucard. His programming had given him options but it had also informed him that this was one of the most pleasurable forms of foreplay.

Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, he looked up at Alucard, searching for some signal of validation, wanting to make sure he wasn't doing something the dhampir didn't desire.]

cw: drugs!

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cw: nsfw here on out p. sure

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