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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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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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He's 'breathing' heavily, exhaling heat from the increased processing power, thirium pump thrumming faster than usual.
Tilting his head back, he looked up at the compliment, looking touched.] ... Thank you, Adrian.
[He took another sharp inhale and gave Alucard a small, hint of a smirk when he squeezed his ass, then pointedly moved his gaze to the cot behind the dhampir and then glanced over his shoulder... at the glass of blood. He looked back to Alucard, raising his eyebrows, a silent question.]
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There's a pause as he watches where Connor glances, his eyes finding the glass of blood. There is something... with that. Something that he would enjoy, and it looks like Connor has it in mind. He removes his hands from the android, but goes give him one last affectionate touch to his cheekbone with the back of his fingers.]
Whatever you are thinking, I won't tell you no.
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As he sat down on the cot, he set the glass on the ground, dipping his fingers into the thick blood. He watched Alucard, using the subtle clues in the way he reacted, the dilation of his pupils, the rate of his heart beat, to figure out what he wants him to do, what would please him the most.
He brings his coated fingers to his lips and mostly smears the blood across them, wiping the blood off onto his lips.]
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Well. If he wasn't getting hard enough before, he's certainly quickly getting aroused now.
Although he's likely efficiently licked away every bit of blood, it doesn't stop Alucard from taking Connor's lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment before releasing him. He reaches for Connor's wrist, bringing up his coated fingers to kiss away the blood, licking for it.]
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Caught up in the moment, Connor nearly brought his other hand up to cup Alucard's face, not that smearing blood over more of their skin would have likely bothered the dhampir, but he paused just shy of touching him. A moment later, Alucard was licking his fingers clean as he watched on, breathing heavily.]
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And he wants more. Oh, so much more.
After dipping his thumb into the blood, he holds it out, letting it drizzle and drip down across Connor's chest. Thick, crimson liquid slowly rolling down perfect looking skin, looking utterly divine. With a pleased growl deep in his chest, he leans down to slowly lick up the droplets. He starts at the navel -- such an interesting design choice all things considered, how humans need to have that familiarity -- and trails up to catch every bit of blood with his tongue.
He stops to take a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, as if to experiment for a reaction.]
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He shifted on the cot, moving so that Alucard to settle comfortably between his legs, giving him more than enough room to lean over him and slowly drag his tongue over his skin. Carding his fingers through Alucard's hair, he arched slightly off the cot.
The sensation that the flick of Alucard's tongue caused was yet another surprise, though this one actually left him looking a little confused. He blinked down at Alucard, brushing his long blonde hair back and out of his face just to have it cascade forward again.]
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Do you like that, or do you prefer if I did something else?
[He waits to kiss Connor. He wants to, but more than that he wants to know what he likes. He won't simply take and take, he wants to give just as much.
As he waits for an answer, Alucard gently nibbles on his ear, fangs barely flicking against the tender plastic. He'll play with Connor however the android would like to his preferences.]
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I think so. I think -[A low groan interrupts what he's saying, arching and rolling his hips against's Alucard's, which only elicited another deep groan. He blinked a few times, finding it difficult to remember what he'd been in the middle of saying.]
Adrian, please. [He panted, unsure what exactly he was asking him for. His movements felt like he wasn't completely in control of them, hands trailing over Alucard's body before snaking a hand between them and once again wrapped a hand around Alucard's cock. Rolling his hips up again, he palmed Alucard at the same time with another moan.]
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He hears his name, and the plea. That alone is enough to shatter any self-control he has; he lets Connor touch him, stroke him, moan and sound so terribly needy. Alucard shoves him back onto the cot, leaning down to kiss him and taste away the blood in his mouth, tongue pressing desperately past Connor's lips.]
Please what, Connor? [The words are murmured against the android's mouth before he kisses him again, the tips of his fangs grazing over synthetic skin. He grips Connor's thigh with one hand, the other sliding up the flat of his stomach before thumbing a nipple, rolling it until he can feel it harden.]
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But that question had his LED flickering rapidly, a bright yellow. He didn't want to have to answer it, reaching up to thread a hand into Alucard's hair, pulling him closer and keeping their lips pressed together.
He shifted, making more room for Alucard and rolled his hips, free hand on the dhampir's thigh to pull him closer there as well.] I'm not sure how much of the manual -[He shuddered a little as Alucard teased over his nipple again, closing his eyes in an attempt to refocus his thoughts.] Self-lubrication is a... a feature. [That was likely as close to asking Alucard for sex as Connor would get. Could get.]
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[The word is murmured against Connor's mouth, and he doesn't struggle against the grip in his hair. It's nice, actually, the way the android pulls at it, almost like he's desperate to keep them together. It's lovely. But he thinks, distantly, how terribly convenient it is. How humans made him for everything. It would be selfless to make it so their children could love and enjoy themselves, but that isn't what happened at all, is it?
But the thought dissipates as he feels the pressure of Connor's cock against his stomach, his impulses taking over again, his desire. The concerns and thoughts for another time. Alucard kisses him again, more lightly, as if to tease him as he shifts his hips lazily to press into the android's hand. He reaches down, sliding his fingers between Connor's legs, pressing between cheeks to tease the waiting hole there. No purpose but for this, and he can feel droplets of lubricant.
Alucard parts their lips just enough for a shred of space between them. Gently, he pinches the side of the hole, so well made.]
Do you want me to take you, Connor? Split you open?
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A small gasp breaks the kiss and Connor gazes up at Alucard. Yet another new sensation, he'd never experienced any of these functions, but he was obviously eager to, curious about what his own programming would do, how he would react.]
Yes... [He nodded.] But you would not 'split me open'. [He corrects quietly.] I am more difficult to damage than you might think.
[The way he speaks has an air of eager enticement. He'd understood what Alucard had meant, why he'd said it. Maybe he was goading Alucard, daring him to be rougher than he otherwise might have been.
Rocking his hips, he presses against Alucard's fingers, biting back a soft groan.]
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You are very resilient, aren't you?
[Tenderly, he brushes his fingers down the side of Connor's face, but agrees to himself to stop prolonging. He aches to be inside of Connor, to bring him pleasure. Alucard gently removes the android's hand from his cock, then takes him by the thighs to keep him open, exposed.
For just a moment, Alucard needs to take in the sight and admire him. The fine work and details the humans have put into creating someone like Connor. Another day, perhaps more judgment. For now, he reveres the efforts, every bit of them. His thumb absently traces a mole on Connor's inner thigh, appreciate such an unnecessary detail, a wonderful flaw in Connor's synthetic skin.]
If it is unpleasant, tell me, Connor. I will stop if you aren't enjoying this.
[Alucard will make that absolutely clear, if nothing else. He doesn't want Connor to feel obligated.
After another second, Alucard presses the tip of his cock against the lubricated hole waiting for him. This goes incredibly smoother than it would with a being of flesh and blood, but with Connor who has been designed to accept this, Alucard is able to press inside. A ragged, pleased sigh escapes him as he slowly sinks in, feeling how snug it is. It would probably be too easy to just go to the hilt as quickly as he'd like, but Alucard draws it out, inch by inch, watching Connor's face, enthralled.]
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