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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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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
cw: nsfw here on out p. sure
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.]
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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.
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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.
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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.]
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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?
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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.]
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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?
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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.]
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Good.
[He waits, working with Connor to finish undressing, leaving both of them mutually exposed. A sigh falls from Alucard's lips when he feels Connor's smooth hand touch his cock. It twitches, incredibly interested. The dhampir reaches down, combing his fingers through Connor's hair affectionately in quiet approval.]
Should you have the urge to call for me, I want you to use my name.
Adrian.
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[He doesn't wait for a reply, leaning in a little and parting his lips to experimentally take Alucard into his mouth. His programming knew what to do, but this was still a new sensation and one he wasn't in too much of a hurry not to savor and fully experience. Having no need to breathe doubtlessly made the whole thing easier and he unhurriedly swallowed, sinking further and further forward until Alucard was buried as deeply as he could be, Connor's nose practically brushing across his skin. Connor was oblivious that moving so slowly, inching more down bit by bit, was likely teasingly torturous.
Curling his tongue slightly to adjust to the feel and weight of Alucard in his mouth, he slowly eased back, beginning to bob his head at a leisurely pace, eyes once again looking up at Alucard for unspoken direction, approval or disapproval.]
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Well, he hadn't expected this, but he isn't going to complain whatsoever. Alucard leans slightly on the cot, exhaling through his nose as he watches Connor with intensity. He doesn't urge him along, but does grit his teeth to remain patient. He knows that he is Connor's first, and he is determined to make it a pleasurable experience for the both of them.
When he feels Connor's nose almost bump into his skin, Alucard lets out a delighted growl, rumbling deep and almost inhuman in his chest. His fingers gently scratch along Connor's scalp, through his soft synthetic hair. There is the urge to just thrust into his mouth without care but his greater instinct is to take this with more consideration.
He smiles sharply, certainly approving.] Good boy.
[Fingertips roam down, sliding down Connor's cheek and tracing his jawline. When Alucard speaks, his voice is wound tighter.]
You feel wonderful, Connor.
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Alucard's smile and quiet words of approval are everything, giving him a little more confidence that he's doing something right, helping him gradually speed up.
The hummed, muffled moan is embarrassingly close to a needy whine when Alucard's fingers card through his hair. He tries to lean into the touch without disrupting his rhythm. His one hand was busy keeping Alucard still and stroking the bit of his length that he couldn't quite swallow down each time, but his other hand had just been hanging loosely at his side. It seemed to move without him telling it to, fingers fanned, running slowly up from Alucard's hip, up his side, eager to explore more skin.]
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It is terribly tempting to keep like this, to just have his sweet mouth continue to work over his cock. It would be so easy. It's not as if he has much of a refractory period to speak of. If Alucard wanted, he could spend hours like this.]
Mmm. [He gives a very shallow roll of his hips, but otherwise lets Connor work as he pleases.] Do you want me to finish in your mouth?
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If that's what you'd like. [He hadn't moved away to speak, lips brushing over the Alucard's sensitive skin with each word, synthetic saliva cooling in contrast to his warm lips and the heat of his mouth. Teasingly, he dragged his tongue along the underside of his shaft, waiting for a decision.]
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Open.
[The moment Connor obeys, Alucard slowly presses back into his mouth with a satisfied groan. He still holds back, unwilling to force much, but he does keep a steady pace, easy for Connor to follow. He pets his hair, growling wordless praise, pleased with his performance.]
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He parted his lips without hesitation, eyes locked with Alucard's. The rhythm was easily met and he fell into sync with Alucard. Each rumbling growl seemed to tickle at that growing need and eagerness he felt, desperately wanting to please.]
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But it becomes more difficult, the longer he looks on and feels his wet mouth. Alucard's growl escalates to a beastly snarl; his hips jerk harder, more roughly a few more times. His grip in Connor's hair tightens and he presses in as far as he can with a hiss.
A quiver passes over him, and Alucard finishes in the android's mouth. After a moment, he slides free, still half-hard. The fist in Connor's hair relaxes, petting him again, humming.
He is very pleased.]
Stand. When you can.
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He ran his tongue over the spilled liquid before raising a hand to wipe the small trickle down his chin into his mouth, licking it off his fingers.
He had another command though and was quick to follow it, moving to stand, eyes attentively on Alucard.]
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He pulls back a moment, if only to press his lips just below Connor's LED.]
You did very well.
[His other hand gently traces over Connor's synthetic skin, starting down from his shoulder, tracing down to his hip where he gently squeezes there.]
What can I do to repay you for your hard work, Connor?
[A finger idly traces around the base of the android's cock before sliding down the shaft. There, Alucard thumbs the tip.]
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It felt good? [That was the point of this, wasn't it? He was happy to hear he'd done well.
He leaned subtly into Alucard's touch, lips parting as Alucard's warm fingers made his sensors light up eagerly. A quiet moan escaped his lips when Alucard's hand brushed along his cock, the increased sensation taking him by surprise. Apparently, the sensitivity levels of some of his sensors were greatly increased when engaged in this kind of activity.
A little tremor traveled up Connor's spine as he pressed closer, hips rocking into Alucard's hand, eager for more. He wasn't sure what to say, but he brushed a few kisses along Alucard's jaw then nuzzled into his neck, breathing heavily, hot air ghosting over Alucard's skin.]
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Loosely, he curls his hand over the shaft, slowly stroking his cock. The contact is light and smooth, his hand shifting only to palm the tip before returning to stroking him.]
You're beautiful. [The praise is murmured into the android's temple. His other hand strikes down Connor's back, nails dragging down to trace the shape. The hand press against one ass cheek, gently squeezing.]
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