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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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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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Alucard pulled away slightly and paused, so Connor opened his eyes, watching as Alucard seemed to commit this moment to memory. The desire to remember this was mutual, so he waited patiently, eyes on Alucard's, watching the emotion in his eyes.]
It won't be unpleasant. I can't feel pain. [He mumbled quietly with a soft, reassuring smile in response, his fingers brushing over Alucard's forearm.
He turned his hand, suddenly covering Alucard's hand with his own to hold it tightly at the strange sensation. Of course, his programming was a loop of positive feedback and he lifted and tilted his hips for Alucard despite the barrage of new feelings. For the first time, an artificial red liquid spread through his cheeks under his skin, giving the illusion of a blush. Eyes half closed and lips parted, he began to breathe heavily again, cooling his core. He blinked and looked up at Alucard, meeting his eyes, expression bordering on begging.] Adrian.
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Alucard shivers hearing his name. He swallows, then dislodges his hand from Connor's if only to intertwine their fingers. Slowly, he reaches up, stroking the side of the android's face, thumb tracing his lower lip. Then, he pushes up with his hips, making sure he's completely in, bottoming him out. It's wet and unexpectedly warm.
Exhaling, he draws his hips back and carefully pushes in again. Likely, he doesn't need to take such care with Connor since he isn't human, but he's completely intending on making sure he enjoys himself.]
You feel wonderful.
[A little more roughly, a little more quickly, he thrusts into Connor again.]
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It almost feels like sparks when Alucard pushes in, burying himself to the hilt. A wave of pleasure traveled up his spine and he felt himself arch off the cot to roll his hips against Alucard, their hips meeting as Alucard draws back and buries himself again.]
You-[He panted, squeezing Alucard's hand more tightly. He'd been intending to tell Alucard that he felt amazing as well and didn't even realize he hadn't finished his sentence.
His LED flickered a little and then turned red at the harder thrust, but it didn't seem to coincide with him feeling any less pleasure. In fact, he can't bite back a breathless, needy groan at the increased roughness.] Like that. Please.
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Alucard squeezes the hand he's holding.] Whatever you wish. [It's said, like a promise.
And he is too glad to deliver.
There is still a part of Alucard that will hold back. The strength from his vampiric heritage is too much for any normal human, and he isn't certain if it'd damage Connor. It isn't worth chancing that right at the moment. Still, he's glad to roll his hips harder, a little faster, fucking him into the cot.
Connor may not feel pain, but maybe that's why something rougher can feel good.]
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His sensors are overwhelming his processor, a flood of positive feedback, pleasure, more pleasure than he thought was possible. It's unlike anything he's experienced before and it almost feels like his body is responding autonomously, arching, hips rocking to meet Alucard's. Another warning pops up about his core temperature rising despite how heavily he's breathing, but he barely notices it, groaning Alucard's name loudly as he squeezes his hand.]
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A shiver travels down his spine as he hears his name moaned, thrilled, loving how Connor's voice sounds with his name. He adores how he shifts, trying to meet with Alucard's rhythm, and the sweet squeeze of the hand intertwined with his own. Connor's face looks divine right now, lost in pleasure; even the smallest thing of his little hair curl bouncing with each thrust is endearing. That and he just feels good, a wonderfully snug fit.
With his free hand, he reaches between them, taking Connor's cock into his grip, beginning to stroke him, encouraging him along as Alucard practically just ruts into him at this point.]
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Like Alucard, however, stamina wasn't a concern at all unless he was damaged to the point of losing thirium. Luckily, both of them had nothing but time at the moment.
After a few minutes, the pace slowed slightly and Connor felt suddenly curious and emboldened enough to roll them over, flipping their positions to straddle Alucard's hips. Hand moving to Alucard's chest to steady himself, he started with slow, experimental movements, picking up the pace as he got more comfortable with the new position, confidence steadily growing.]
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He gives an experimental roll of his own hips, pressing up into Connor with a pleased sigh. Honestly, he looks wonderful like this as well. Though he does wonder -- he remembers the manual, the distinct mention that he, like any other android model, is capable of sexual pleasure, but...]
Connor. [Alucard reaches up, gently tracing the android's lower lip with his thumb.] Are you able to finish? Like a human?
[Because he genuinely doesn't know. He'd been too lost in the act to ask. Too selfish.
That thought burns a little, but it's quickly shuffled away.]
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Connor forces himself to focus long enough to give Alucard a nod.]
Would you like me to? [He mumbles the question, lips brushing the pad of Alucard's thumb before he tilts his head to drag his tongue over it. CyberLife had thought of everything, Connor's eyes were dark, mimicking desire, a deeper color in his lips and cheeks to make them both look flush with blood he didn't have.]
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How many times can you?
[Alucard's voice is rough, but he's thinking, wondering. If Connor can control it, how long can they both go? Would Connor even have a limitation? It's a thrilling thought.
He's never had someone who could keep up before.]
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I don't have any limitations.
[As expected, he could keep going as long as Alucard wanted to and 'climaxes' were simply another programmed response.]
If there's something you'd like me to do, please let me know. [He only had data regarding humans and he had no idea how vampires or dhampirs would differ from that, but he was eager to do anything Alucard desired.
Leaning over, he cupped Alucard's cheek, the tips of his fingers flickering light blue, the skin there paling, turning white and revealing the plastic looking joints underneath. He stifled a soft, hummed moan against Alucard's lips as he dipped into a kiss.]
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Alucard smiles broadly at the confirmation, that Connor has no limits. Though he himself does, he can go on for quite sometime. It's absolutely thrilling to know that Connor can keep up with him.]
I want you to finish as many times as you find pleasurable. I want you, more than anything, to feel good. I would watch you complete, again and again.
[Though he knows that the skin is synthetic it's still odd to see it unravel just a bit, just enough to reveal white, almost porcelain looking fingertips. It doesn't bother him in the least. Honestly, it only earns his curiosity. He presses into the kiss, devouring the moan from Connor, pressing his tongue into the android's mouth. One hand stays resting to Connor's hip, the other sliding to squeeze one cheek of his ass as he continues to buck up into him.
He feels himself near, closer and closer, the generous warmth in his belly. He wonders what it's like for Connor to climax. What must it feel like? Does it feel like anything, or is it programmed? He wonders, so much, but for now chases his own sensation, thrusting up with barely constrained power. Alucard doesn't want to break him, but he wants to push and push as much as he can. Against Connor's mouth, he growls eagerly, fangs nipping at his lips.]
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He groaned deep in his throat as he sucked on Alucard's tongue, toes curling.
He felt frustratingly close to something like if he just rocked his hips back a little harder, a little faster. Alucard half breaks the kiss and Connor pants heavily against his lips.
A change ripples suddenly through him, surprising him. For a moment his limbs lock up, back arching as he tightens slightly around Alucard with a loud groan that vaguely took the shape of his name. His hips shuddered a little as he felt a wave of relief wash over him and everything that had locked up released just as suddenly. Although he'd bucked into Alucard's palm and ground against his stomach, there had been no ejaculate.
The feeling that had washed over him wasn't completely alien, contentment and calm like accomplishing a difficult task, all the praise he'd ever received all rolled into one burst. He shifted slightly so he could blink down at Alucard, giving him a strangely satiated looking questioning glance, not entirely sure what had just happened, what he'd just experienced. He almost looked a little dazed as he looked adoringly down at the dhampir.]
You want to continue, right? [He asked unassumingly with a soft smile, rolling his hips slowly against Alucard's, his fingers brushing through his hair.]
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It's beautiful, just like he thought it would be. It would be more so if he didn't hear the music blaring you've been struck by a smooth criminal!
Alucard smiles at how Connor gazes at him, then growls hungrily at the android rolling against him. Teasing.]
I do.
[He surges up, capturing Connor's mouth into another kiss, licking into his mouth. With his supernatural strength, he lifts the android easily into his arms, sliding out of him with a hiss and a wet sound. Two strides over, and he's setting Connor down to his feet, turning him around to bend him over to the closest desk available.
Despite how much he desperately wants to sink back in, he waits, pressing the tip of his cock just so against Connor's hole. He leans in, muttering against his ear.]
Like this. If you aren't opposed.
[He wants to be sure. He wants that.]
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Far from within the realm of his programming, he practically wrapped himself around Alucard when the dhampir started to move them, a hand tangling into his long blonde hair, the other wrapping around his waist as he was easily lifted up. Alucard's strides were measured and graceful and Connor wasn't sure why they were moving away from the cot until his chest was pressed flush against the surface of the desk.
A mimicked breath caught in his throat in excitement, his fingers curling against the flat, hard surface of the desk, gaining no purchase as he arched his back slightly, just enough to subtly roll his hips back against Alucard. Glancing back over his shoulder at Alucard, he gave him a nod, panting softly but audibly.
He bit his lip as he rocked his hips back, causing Alucard's cock to press more insistently against him with a throaty, soft groan.]
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Can you ejaculate?
[An important question, apparently.
Alucard kisses Connor's shoulder, slowly pressing back into him up to the hilt with a relieved sigh, glad to be back into the tight space waiting for him. He knows he'll climax again, but he has no reason to rush into it just yet. ]
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He moaned, arching further, at the feeling of Alucard's long hair tickling over his back as the dhampir leaned over him. His eyes fluttered closed as he panted softly, processing the question.]
If... if you'd like me to. Yes. [It would simply be clear lubricant, but he could ejaculate.
Alucard felt so unbelievably warm pressed against him, close again, inside him, impossibly close. He ground back against him, rolling his hips with a groan.]
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