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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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I'd like you to do it next time you finish. If you don't enjoy how it feels, then you don't need to do it again.
[Though typically Alucard prides himself in cleanliness, there's something to be said about making an absolute mess out of someone during sex.
He's held back enough; he'd almost climaxed again when Connor had before, the android's body squeezing taut over him. Now? Now Alucard thrusts roughly into him, growling against Connor's shoulder. The quickness of the motion, the eagerness could easily be described as him outright just rutting into Connor, his hips meeting the other's ass in a noisy slap.
Fingers curl tighter around Connor's hips, pulling him to meet Alucard at every buck of his hips. The rumble in his chest grows and grows before he finally grits his teeth and groans into Connor's ear, fucking him through his own orgasm, coming hard deep inside of him as he stiffens.
Then, slowly, Alucard relaxes, his hips rolling lazily as he hums, nuzzling Connor's shoulder.]
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The sound of his own voice reaches his ears again before he realizes he's even said anything, begging Alucard, harder, between panted, heavy breaths and groaning the dhampir's name. His real name.
He groans again, loudly, when he feels Alucard climax, filling him without seeming to slow down, still thrusting hard. Something about that seems to trigger his programming and his own climax comes rushing out of nowhere in response. His lips part in a silent moan, the clear lubrication hitting the floor with a soft patter as he comes, hips trembling. His breathing is ragged, cheeks flushed. He genuinely seems overwhelmed, sated, and exhausted. It's all very convincing.
The little nuzzle to the back of his shoulder makes him smile softly, tiredly, and he hums in quiet approval.]
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All of it is exactly as he likes. He enjoys knowing he's caused him to finish so pleasantly. It's been wonderful, bothersome music aside.]
You look spent. It's lovely.
[An affectionate nibble is given to Connor's ear.] How do you feel?
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I feel... warm. [He smiles softly as he hums the word, though he's not entirely sure why he'd picked it. He didn't mean physically. But he felt warm inside, warm in his chest and his head.] It's very pleasant.
[He tilted his head a little further, eyes falling to Alucard's lips before moving back up to look him in the eye, pupils still dilated wide with desire.] How do you feel? Good?
[Moving slowly, he pushed himself up from the desk, arching his back slightly to keep his ass pressed firmly back against Alucard's hips. He reached over his shoulder and behind him with one hand, fingers brushing over Alucard's cheek and toying with his hair as his other hand rested steadily on the dhampir's hip.]
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Though he rather enjoys Connor's fingers in his hair, he cannot resist drawing his hips back, further and further until just the tip of his cock rests inside of the android before he's shoving back in with one thrust, growling against him. His fingers trail up, one touching Connor's face, admiring it in slow soothing motions.]
I feel as if I could never tire of you.
[In a literal sense or otherwise, he leaves that open to be interpreted. He nuzzles Connor's temple affectionately, giving a more lazy thrust of his hips, gradually feeling what he's spilled into Connor trickle out. It's a mess he rather enjoys.]
I enjoy how you feel, wrapped tight around me. The sounds you make. How you look. Knowing that I bring you pleasure. Knowing that I am your first.
[A pleased rumble is in his chest.] You're exquisite.
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His hand slipped further back, fingertips turning glossy and white as they gently dug into Alucard's hip, encouraging him to keep moving. He quieted his soft hum of approval, listening intently and hanging on every word. Tilting his head back, lips brushing Alucard's skin as he spoke.]
I'm not sure what to say. I'm flattered. You make it very difficult to think straight.
[He guided Alucard to meet his lips, kissing him deeply as if he was almost trying to thank him and return the high praise through actions since he was unable to find the words.]
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It isn't revolting to him. Just another part of Connor.
More enthusiastically, he bucks into the android, drawing his hips back before roughly sliding back inside and keeping the motions rigorous. He exhales hotly through his nose, determined to continue kissing Connor, his tongue tasting its way into his mouth.
No words are needed. Alucard is perfectly comfortable with describing with pretty phrases as he pleases, but he recognizes the gesture from Connor. This is more than enough for him.
With a low growl, he climaxes once more, that too almost lethargic about it as he releases into Connor. He doesn't quite stop shifting his hips, but they slow somewhat, rolling languidly as he forces more semen out.]
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That- [He panted the word against Alucard's lips.] It feels so good. You feel so good. When it's... harder. I... I like that, I think.
[He barely finishes his sentence before he's pressing their lips together again, lapping his tongue into Alucard's mouth with an enthusiastic soft hum, tugging at him as if trying to draw him closer, though there was nowhere to go, they were already pressed flush together.]
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He has a preference. Oh, he will definitely remember that.
Underneath him, Connor feels so eager, squirming as if to get closer. Were it possible, he would, but he has to settle for this, pressing into the kiss and fangs lightly scratching synthetic skin. He tastes the thirium, absently, and focuses more on rolling his hips, not holding back the power behind them, fucking Connor roughly against the desk.
He wants harder. Alucard will gladly give it to him. A hand slides up to press flat against Connor's chest, the other hiking up one of the android's legs by the knee.]