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TDM017: SYSTEMS UPGRADE

Updating environmental system to version 2.69...

When you blink your eyes open, it is to the glare of blinding overhead lights and the sight of a pair of glassy mechanical eyes boring into your own. The face above yours moves like liquid mercury, forming an approximation of a figure that you recognize and trust implicitly: a friend, a loved one, a caretaker. Perhaps even a god or a goddess. From its lips fall the patterns of a language that is strange and robotic, and yet familiar to you:

Everything is fine.

Welcome to the ̶͓̃N̵̼̈ă̷͙m̴̝͋e̵͕͐l̴͔̋e̷̦͘š̴͙s̵̬̚ ̵̝͌I̴͙͐s̵͖̄l̷̞̓à̴͖n̷̺̏d̵̮͠.̶̼̊<

Darkness overtakes you once again. In the blackness of your dreamless sleep, you are sure you hear a strange chime. You are conscious of a choice:

Yes

Y̶o̶u̶ ̸h̵a̸v̸e̵ ̸c̷h̸o̶s̵e̵n̷ ̶w̶i̶s̵e̴l̷y̸.̷

The Augur thanks you for your loyalty.

I. Orientation

With your support, the Nameless Island will thrive and prosper -- but it may require a little more energy than usual to sustain. Step outside and you will soon see why: the skies are calm, the seas are clear and blue, and the pink sands of the beach have never looked more inviting.

Rome wasn't built in a day, but a facsimile of it certainly was. Enjoy new facades for all of the structures in the Nameless City - everything has been retooled, renewed, and restored to be sleek, shiny, and the absolute height of high tech, eco-friendly luxury, with lush greenery and futuristic architecture blending together seamlessly. You have been transported from the hospital directly to your new residence in either the Apartments or in the House of Worship, sparsely furnished with all the basics and some of your belongings. A friend, partner, or stranger may be there with you. This may be your roommate, but this place isn't hurting for space. No robot will stop them from selecting their own room if they wish.

The Augur calls everyone to the Loudinus Amphitheater, an outdoor stage nestled among the tropical foliage where 'bots put on a play about the purpose of the island, the Auspicious Acts, and the history of the past year, including the all-too-recent attack on the Augur. The robot sex scenes are numerous and explicit, and you may find yourself watching a horribly butchered version of any of your old encounters.

Pick up a free Playbook, a comprehensive list of the dramatis personae with detailed character profiles, and learn a thing or two about your fellow Islanders. No detail is too trivial!

(This play will be streamed to all devices to be viewed remotely, and a digital download of the Playbook is also available.)

II. With Great Power

As a boon for taking on guardianship of the land, characters will find themselves sublimating into the purest form of themselves, embodying a particular trait, quality, or concept to the point where they might as well be revered as its new lawful ruler. That's right: you've become as gods, right down to the development of unique magic powers OR changes to your form which reflect the very core of your being. Enjoy being able to create water, fly with your brand new wings, or even summon geese... among other things.

Of course, with semi-phenomenal, nearly-cosmic power comes semi-phenomenal, nearly-cosmic responsibility! After each expenditure of your new powers, you find yourself becoming weaker, hungrier -- but what you're craving isn't food or rest, it's eros energy. The more outrageous your power or transformation, the more your body will crave the completion of an Auspicious Act. Those who do not gather Eros Energy will be driven mad by this lust, until they begin to lose touch with their sense of self - perhaps even some of their most defining memories.

If the burden proves too great, these powers or changes may be wished away with a request to the Augur and the exchange of one Act.

You have chosen to exist away from the Augur's wisdom and b̷e̴n̸e̵v̵o̵l̶e̴n̵c̴e̸.

Please accept your gracious punishment. Have a p̴l̷e̷a̵s̴a̸n̷t̵ day!

III. Dis-Orientation

You awake outside of city limits, out of sight and out of mind, but with the looming sight of the bright and shiny Nameless City always on the horizon. What surrounds you is not luxury, but instead drab, run-down buildings and despair. Your orientation, an extravagant and sexually explicit play which describes the purpose and recent history of the Island, is remotely streamed to your device. Watch it if you wish. Meanwhile, there are a few 'bots to be seen among the rubble and rundown buildings that surround you -- but are they friend or foe? Ask them questions about what has happened to you, and they will be vague and evasive. You're inside a simulation, they say, and this is all very temporary while the Augur's systems update.

They do have one answer for you: if you want into the Nameless City before that time comes, it will cost you an Auspicious Act... and a visit to the Augur. The 'bots will escort you there, if you wish.

These robots are a far cry from the well-oiled machines of the Nameless City, though they're no less helpful. In a rundown shack, a robot bartender dispenses rations and bootleg moonshine. (You can even check out the bathtub it's brewed in!) The liquor is definitely real, and it can definitely strip the rust right off the robots. Whether it's fit for human consumption remains to be seen. Regardless, it's going to give you the night of your life - drinking the stuff may cause a variety of effects, from normal intoxication, to erections lasting more than four hours, to wild hallucinations.

IV. It's Morphin' Time

Later, the rogue robots bring some scavenged technology: small, pink globes with "PROJECT DAEMON" etched on the side. These globes bond to specific individuals and morph into different creatures based on the emotions that those individuals exhibit: someone feeling brave might find themselves with a bright, roaring lion, while someone scared may find themselves pocketing a small mouse. A singer may find themselves warbling alongside a siren.

They shift often and at will, and they are here to help you survive in this landscape. Need someone to help you catch fish, gather firewood, or find you a partner to complete that Auspicious Act? This little critter has your back!

These creatures can communicate with everyone in simple language, but you'll soon realize they're not just voicing their own thoughts, but the thoughts of the person they've bonded with.

These are temporary creatures who will run out of power by the end of the month, though they can be resurrected with rewards at a later date.

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V. The Doctor's Back In

All of this must be a lot for Islanders to take in and process. A lot of new information, new feelings, and new surroundings to become acquainted with. But they should know they are not alone here. Dr D. Love is still as present as ever to help anyone who may need to work through accepting their new situation. He and his helpers might even be rather insistent on you having a session!

Whether you're in the city or out of it, you may suddenly awaken to find yourself sitting in a comfortable chair in the doctor’s newly remodeled office that is tastefully decorated with finely detailed, “hand” painted posters of beings in positions of pleasure. So many positions. Or you may find yourself in the Immersion Room, an equally tastefully decorated room filled with a large, comfortable bed (perfect for group therapy sessions!) and shelves full of toys and other supplies. For the duration of your session, enjoy access to anything one might need to help relieve the stress of their body and mind on their own - or with a partner, who might have been brought here just as unwittingly as you were.

The Doctor is there to help you work through your feelings and discomfort if needed, please have no fear. He knows some of you may be resistant to his help, but he’s as cheerful and devoted as ever, to the point of not letting you leave the building until you’ve admitted to whatever feelings you are holding back - not just to him, but also to your therapy buddy. What's the diagnosis? The fact is, you must not be receiving enough pleasure. You are too tense, you need to relax and allow yourself to embrace the carnal nature of this world and what it can provide you.

The more you resist, the more the Doctor shall insist. He may even choose to activate your Neural Implant, which all Islanders have been gifted with upon arrival. Said neural implant may cause immediate arousal, sexual attraction to those near you, and even turn various parts of your body into extreme erogenous zones! Once activated, the Implant's effects may kick in at the most random of times.

The Doctor knew all you needed was the right motivation.

OOC Notes:

Welcome to the updated Erku! As this is a setting shift and a re-launch of sorts, this TDM is open to top-levels from both current and prospective players. Feel free to tag around with reckless abandon, and have fun!

Whether you are new or old, it is entirely up to you as to whether your character wakes up in the Nameless City or in the ruinous world of the Simulation. Even characters who acted to attack in the Augur in Event 16 may wake up in the City and vice-versa, according to player preference. This simulation is a temporary run and will last for about two weeks (in other words, the duration of the TDM), at which point all characters will wake in their new Nameless City apartments. Even if you choose "No", you may future-date prompts for the City for this time period.

For now, previously requested safe havens and residences are not currently accessible. They will be made available again in following Simulations, but 'bots are inclined to leave characters in mystery and suspense about this!

Feel free to ask questions below.

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why is that your first thought?

no.

nevermind
what do you want me to do about it?

[He does not give a fuck about this 'redecoration', especially if there are no additional phallic items.]

there's no reason to have you do anything about it. it's your business.

do you want another guiche?

if it's functional, it's fine
yes

[A second piercing there had never crossed his mind, but it takes him only half a second to decide.]

yeah it's functional. just didn't expect it to look so different.

then drop by. i haven't left

okay

-

[Though Akira tries not to be too late this time, he is. The city looks so different and he doesn't have a particularly good sense of direction to begin with. Eventually finding the building, or where it should be, he thinks he's taken a wrong turn again. But no, the sign is there in the same place. Sort of; in the same position, but the building itself looks different, curled and climbing vines half over the window. There's a panel at the door instead of a traditional lock, which is an annoyance he'll probably have to use continually as it likely locks automatically and he can't just leave it open.

Stepping inside, the entry space is different, too bright and sterile. The stairs too have been changed, and it's now that he realises the redecoration might be more of a thing than he'd thought. Entering the shop, he stops a couple of feet from the doorway. Everything is white and reflective, and he makes a tiny distressed noise upon seeing the statue. When he'd first came to the island, he'd seen statues on one of the rides at the theme park and had felt sick and disgusted; this one doesn't bring quite that level of visceral fear and loathing, but it does briefly make him think about things he doesn't want to. He'll get past it. Exploring further before even bothering to acknowledge Noiz, Akira opens one of the lockers and then surveys the waiting room.]

It's all different.

[There's no indication whether he actually cares about that, but it's all he has to say about the changes at the moment.]

[Noiz is casually lounging on the tattoo chair, reading stuff on his comm bracelet, when Akira finally drops by to take a look. He casts his gaze idly Akira's way and waits to finally be acknowledged before doing or saying anything. The rooms speak for themselves.]

Yeah. It feels... sterile.

[It also reminds him a little of the decor inside Oval Tower. Just different enough to not bring back many bad memories, but the whole sleek and crisp thing is still unnerving. Frowning, Noiz taps at the projected screen to close out the window of whatever he'd been reading.]

Nh...

[Akira makes no comment on the bracelet, and he won't ask any questions regarding whatever Noiz had been looking at; mostly because he has little interest, but partially because he doesn't want to overstep any sort of boundaries there are here. He leans against the rolling cart and it slides a bit.]

Why a second one?

[He's under no impression that Noiz does any of this for him, and he can't fathom what information Noiz would get out of repeating an action he's already gathered data on.]

Hmm?

[Noiz slides out of the chair and onto his feet, turning to shoot him an indifferent expression.]

You'd said it ranked the highest. There's something I want to test.

Okay.

[There's no more questions, though that didn't really give Akira any more specific information. He slips his shoes off and starts getting undressed.]

[While Akira does that, Noiz searches around in the lockers and the cart for the supplies he needs. The locations of some supplies have moved around, so it takes him a little longer than usual, but soon enough he has everything.

Soon enough he's gloved up and pointing with sterile forceps to the chair that he lowered to let the seated person all but lie back.]

Hold your balls out of the way for me.

[Akira sits as directed, lying back and bringing his feet up, spreading his thighs for easier access. He shifts a bit as his cock twitches, remembering sensations from the last time. Will it be as good? Though he's quick to get a firm grip on his balls and cock and hold them back, the can't resist playing with the current guiche piercing for a moment, tugging a bit and making soft pleased noises.]

[Noiz watches that, checking out the way Akira touches himself down there. He hasn't done much with Akira's guiche before during sex, outside of that time in the Midnight Hotel when he used that prostate toy on him.]

...Once this heals I going to eat your ass out a lot more.

[That whole area between the anus and the balls, really. For some reason or another he keeps mostly focusing on any other area, and it's a pity not to give here more attention.

He lets out a soft smacking sound as he licks his lips in anticipation. First, a quick wipe of the area with a disinfectant wipe. Now for deciding on placement. The open loops and the end clamp around the spot just above the current piercing. There's enough room in front of or behind it, but he opts for in front this time. The existing piercing helps in measuring where to mark the dots. Dot dot. Forceps locked in place, he takes the needle and points the tip at one dot, careful to align it the best he can.]

[That statement gets a soft gasp from Akira; it's something he hasn't had much experience with, a casual licking from Noiz and Nao, but nothing beyond that. His abdominal muscles clench and his cock twitches again as he thinks about Noiz's hot rough tongue penetrating and undulating inside him, running roughly over the newly healed flesh.]

Yes...

[He reluctantly removes his hand from the guiche, allowing Noiz to work, and plays with a nipple instead as his cock swells. There's a muted, high-pitched whine as the forceps clamp down and Akira tries his best not to squirm too much as Noiz marks the position, forcing himself to still as the tip of the needle presses against him.]

[His hands don't hesitate in sliding the needle in, the main difference in his handiwork this time around being that he takes his time rather than jamming the sharp intrusion through and ensuring that it goes out the exit dot just right.

One unexpected thing Akira will notice, however, is that he only has about ten seconds to enjoy the pain before it blips and shrinks down in scale considerably. As this happens, Noiz focuses on Akira's face, checking for changes in expression. This is what he wanted to test. Some newfound power he became aware of. If it works, then his own expression will contort a little in pain from feeling those strange sensations behind his balls, a phantom mirror of what he just performed.]

[It's not a sharp puncture like last time, and with that comes a more intense sparking of nerve endings as the needle works its way through more slowly. Akira's muscles tense and his breath hitches, loud and ragged whining starts, only to be cut off abruptly, replaced by a soft strangled noise of surprise and a shuddering exhale. His breathing comes more quickly after that, too-short gasps for air tinged with slight panic. What the fuck? He can still feel the needle inside as it penetrates the rest of the way through his flesh, but it doesn't hurt. It feels like the nape piercing did, becoming even more dulled than that as sensations fade. Did Noiz hit a nerve?]

S-stop.

[It comes out quietly, but laced with panic and distress, and Akira reaches down to do... something; pull Noiz's hand away, yank the needle out, he doesn't know. There's no plan, just frantic grasping for something with shaking fingers. Noiz's expression and reactions are completely ignored, as Akira's focus for the moment is entirely on himself and the significant reduction in feeling.]

[That reaction is a little beyond his expectations, and he's not entirely sure whether to relish it or begin regretting his decision to do this. HIs brow furrows. Noiz whips a gloved hand at the hand reaching for him, batting it away with surprising force. As he does so, he accidentally jostles the needle currently lodged inside Akira. In addition he stops siphoning those sensations. The pain in Akira suddenly reverts to its earlier levels like someone cranked a dial from two to ten.]

Don't touch it.

[There's a tiny sharp bark of a whine at that command; heat coils and twists in his abdomen in immediate response. Akira makes no second attempt to touch anything, digging his fingers into the edges of the chair almost automatically. He's barely grasped the leather when feeling returns, a sudden and intense stabbing sensation through his nerve endings as the needle moves, fiery trails of acute and exquisite pain and instant arousal. His muscles twitch as he tries not to squirm too much, indistinguishable sounds spilling form his mouth and never forming the words he wants. Belatedly, he registers the dull throb in his hand where Noiz had slapped it away, and it's now that he realises he should have felt it at that time but hadn't. This wasn't a some kind of physical mishap with the piercing or it wouldn't have effected his hand. He wants to ask what happened, but all that comes out is a half-choked whine, tinged with confusion.]

[Those sensations that he's felt down below... must have really been Akira's pain. This thing really worked, worked enough to upset the other over the lack of pain. Had he taken too much of it for himself? Did Akira suspect him of intentionally taking some of it, or did he merely panic without knowing that Noiz had consciously done something? If Akira does figure it out, will he throw him away for taking his pain without asking, the pain that Akira so needs to feel alive, even if just for a moment? Noiz frowns and chews at his lip, a painless action that does nothing but ground him.

He points to Akira's balls and perineum, focusing his gaze hard on the masochist's confused gaze.]

I'm about to put the jewelry in. Wait till it heals to touch it.

[He turns to change to a fresh pair of gloves, not interested in taking the risk after that slap. So long as Akira responds semi-favorably, Noiz will put those on and go for the barbell to insert.]

[As Noiz stares at him so intently, heat creeps across Akira's face, blush rising from embarrassment over freaking out so much. Pathetic. He averts his eyes and gives no acknowledgement of the instructions, only tries to remain still and even out his breathing as the waves of panic fade. He's too aware of things, too present, for a moment where part of him actually wants to be nonexistent. They're muddled feelings, somewhat overshadowed by residual pain and prominent arousal.]

[Hmmmm. Interesting fluctuation in expression. One glove on, then the other. He moves to grab the barbell and thread it in. Nothing new here, same old same old. His fingers tighten the ball onto the end. Once done, he presses firmly against the flesh now covering the metal from view, licking his lips casually as he watches. One hand grabs Akira's cock and starts stroking.]

What if I sucked you off right now, while constantly pressing here?

[Press press. He leans in close so that his lips are right in front of the pierced head and breathes warm breath onto it.]

[There's a low whine and a hitch in his breath as Noiz's fingers press hard, a large wave of pleasure coming from such a small area of overly sensitive skin. He shifts a little, tiny whimpering noises escaping with each press. Noiz's hot breath makes his cock twitch and Akira's response is raw and wanton as he looks down.]

Yes. Fuck.

[He lets out an amused hum, continuing to press hard at the freshly pierced spot.]

Convince me, then. Beg for it.

[Akira makes a tiny frustrated noise, insides coiling at that constant stimulation. His skin tingles and he feels heat cross his face.]

Please, I want... Fuck... I want your mouth on my cock...

What should my mouth do to it?

[He reaches down to give the head a few telltale licks, nothing more than a prod or swipe along the slit as he strokes the shaft below.]

I. Orientation

II. With Great Power

III. Dis-Orientation

IV. It's Morphin' Time

V. The Doctor's Back In

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