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.
No
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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Felix takes a second or two to breathe. This isn't her fault.
"I mean...don't feel like you have to do this. We don't have to let them force us into anything. And I'm not going to perform for their amusement."
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"I want to help you." She finally said, fiddling with the end of her dress. "I do not care to see others suffer, and I should like to think there is a reason I was brought here to aid you in this...therapy session." She knew, deep down, that it likely wasn't intentional. But it made her feel better to think as much. "Just tell me what you need from me, and then we will leave." Simple. Right?
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He pretty much is suffering, though, and it's only going to get worse the longer this goes on. He despises this feeling. Reduced to urges so strong they can override his considerably well-developed self-discipline - it's basically torture, and he feels like giving in is akin to surrendering to an enemy.
But is it really better to stay here? He might have continued his stubborn refusal if he were alone here, but with an aggravated sigh he realizes that it's not fair to Lioriley to keep her trapped here if she's willing to do what needs to be done.
"But fine. Just...do whatever works, I don't care." He remembers what the person in one of the dark rooms said to him about this attitude and scowls. He doesn't want to make this unpleasant for her, he's just...angry.
He rubs his face. "Sorry. I just - I don't know what your experience is and I don't have any preferences. So you can do whatever you like."
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"You do not care?" She repeated, her tone incredulous. After a few seconds of internal debate she finally decided to stand, tentatively moving towards Felix and extending a hand to him. The glowing lines coiled around her fingers pulsed rapidly in time with the quick beat of her heart; nervous. "If we are meant to do this, then it should be done properly. I will do what I can to aid you, Felix, but you must be willing to work with me just the same. If there is something you like - and especially if there is something you do not like - you should tell me. All right?" Her voice was soft despite her anxiousness, hoping it would help him even in the slightest. "We should at least move to the bed, where it is more comfortable."
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...except apparently he'll have to if he wants to get out of here. But he doesn't have the concentration to spare for that right now, either.
Movement in his peripheral vision has him glancing over to see her extended hand, and he watches the lines pulse for a moment. Well, he was wondering whether they were warm to the touch...
Her words seem sensible. He pushes himself up out of the chair and takes her hand, though rather than making eye contact he just heads for the bed and sits down when he gets there. Eye contact isn't easy for him anyway, but now he's sure that if he looks at her, he'll lose what little self-control he has left.
"All right. I don't know of anything I don't like. Not yet, anyway. I'll tell you if you manage to find one." As for what he likes...well, he might be giving in to this nonsense, but he can still be practical.
"If we're doing this properly, like you said, then you should choose a square on your card and do that."
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"Oh. Um..." She cleared her throat, twisted her fingers nervously. "I have not looked at my card just yet. I am curious, of course, but I prefer to simply...ignore it, for now. At least then I do not feel so forced to do things I may not be inclined to try just yet." Maybe she would look eventually, when she was more comfortable and open about such things with people she trusted. But for now she was content to be in the dark. "Alternatively, if there is something you need done, I would be willing to assist."
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"Tch. No, you're right - I'm sick of this thing and its demands. That blasted automaton didn't say anything about requiring squares, so for once I'd like to ignore them, too."
He grips the sheets between his fingers tightly to keep from touching her just yet. "Do what comes naturally. I don't...ugh. I don't want to be the one setting the pace, I'm too wound up."
And he doesn't want to push her into anything just because his body tells him he 'needs' it.
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Speaking of tension though... Lioriley seemed significantly less tense when Felix essentially gave her free reign to do as she pleased. The Lunari, at least, was in her right mind; had control enough over herself to be able to move at a more stable pace where Felix likely could not.
Naturally, she just wanted to sit down and talk. But since that wasn't an option, she instead bridged the gap between them and leaned down to gently cup Felix's cheek, thumb stroking under his eye. Her other hand pressed to the mattress, using it to balance as she lowered down to straddle his lap. Kissing seemed the first obvious step to her, so she tilted her head and closed her eyes, setting her lips to his; Slow and sensual, lips parting just so to test the waters.
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He keeps his grip on the sheets tight. Her touch feels like the faint buzz of Thunder magic in the air before he releases the spell, an electric sort of thrill that makes his eyes widen and the smallest of sounds emerge from his throat. She lowers her weight into his lap and it's almost too much already - her dress riding up her thighs, the ridiculously low neckline of her dress teasing the swell of her breasts, and he can see that those glowing lines curl down her chest and all the way up her legs, too.
He shouldn't have thought about that, because now all he can think about is where else they might go, and he's grateful for the excuse to close his eyes when she leans in to kiss him.
The way she does it is much more erotic than the aggression he'd have kissed her with, had he not let her take the lead. He already feels like he might drown in it, and they've barely begun. His lips part, too, and he tries to match her unhurried pace but he can't help deepening it, seeking her tongue with his. He finally lets go of the sheets to run his hands along her thighs and up her back, pulling her closer.
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Those first few moments were tentative; testing, assuring that Felix would not retreat and reconsider his desire for her to continue. And it was only once he parted his lips for her that she pushed forward, arms coiling around his neck with one hand weaving through his hair, catching on the band that held his hair up with all intentions set on loosening it so she could properly run her hands through those pretty dark locks. By now her tongue had ventured forward, sliding over Felix's lower lip before pressing further inward, catching a proper taste of him with a low, muffled moan.
Excitement and nervousness assured her leylines were already brighter than usual; crackling with harmless little sparks of magical energy that bounced off her skin and dissipated in the air between them. She had fully settled her minimal weight into his lap, her hips set firmly to Felix's so she could feel any burgeoning arousal with each slow roll of her body.
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So he lets her pull his hair loose and run her fingers through it or whatever she wants to do. He doesn’t have much attention to spare anyway, because her mouth is warm and her lips are soft and she’s making noises already even though he’s barely touched her.
She doesn’t have long to wait before he hardens underneath her. Maybe her pace isn’t much slower than his would have been, after all…but it is less frenzied, at least, and it’s a kind of pleasant torture not unlike what Colette did to him back on the ship…he refuses to be that pathetic again, though. This time, he’ll stay in control of himself.
(Will you, Felix? Will you really?)
The more she wriggles around in his lap like that and kisses him, the more he feels like he needs. And every time those lines all over her body buzz with light and magic, it sets him on fire. He clutches at her, fingers digging into her back and hips already rocking to meet her slow movements, making an impatient noise into her mouth.
It’s too slow. Way too slow. …it’s not until he’s already slid his hands back down to her thighs and his fingers have found the bottom edge of her skirt to dip beneath her clothes that he realizes how much he’s rushing in. With a groan and all his reserves of willpower, he pulls back from the kiss and removes his hands, panting for breath and keeping his eyes shut.
“Sorry. I want to slow down, I just…ugh, I can’t with this damned thing in my head.”
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The kiss broke and Felix was not the only one panting, gasping for air, her vision momentarily blurred as heavy eyelids fluttered. She was not even the one being tormented by her implant — she could only imagine what Felix was going through; especially after that admission.
"It is all right." She assured him, her voice soft, soothing. The hand not wound in his hair cupped his cheek, thumb stroking just under his eye. All the while her hips rocked; slow and methodical, heat pooling between her thighs with each brush against his very obvious arousal. "Lie back for me, Felix. Let us see if that helps you relax." Pointedly, she unwound her hand from his hair and pressed her palm to his chest, using all of her minimal weight to try and urge him onto his back. Her fingers caught on the belts and straps on his chest, intent on removing them for him when and if he actually listened to her. She clearly had some kind of plan.
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"Nngh...I'm not a spooked horse," he grumbles. But he does as she says anyway, lying back with his long hair splayed out beneath him on the mattress. The loss of her immediate touch and body heat has his hips pushing up in an attempt to keep grinding against her, despite the awkward angle.
His eyes open and he tries to watch what she's doing, but right now he's having a hard time looking at her without staring directly into her cleavage.
"What are you doing?"
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"No, but you did wish for me to take the reins, so to speak." Was that a joke, or just a coincidence? Hard to tell when she sounded so serious. He had suggested she take the lead, however, and she intended to do just that. Lioriley remained sitting on his lap, thighs straddling his hips, fingers working the buckles and straps over his chest and carefully tugging the leather free. Gods, he had a lot of layers on, didn't he?
There was not a lot of cleavage to look at, but with how low the neck of her dress dipped, the faint curves of her breast were still evident, especially when she leaned forward. "Undressing you." She replied while carefully pushing his overcoat open. "I, um...was going to use my mouth first, once you were bare. Unless you would prefer I did not." And all he'd have to do is lie back and enjoy it - that seemed a safe enough solution to their current predicament, didn't it? She thought so.
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Ah, so that’s her plan. Immediate frustration builds under his skin; his palms itch to touch her, even as he grabs the sheets and clenches his fists around them again.
“You can, but this is taking too long. It’s—I’m not going to be able to…rrrrgh.” How is he supposed to say out loud that he can’t stop himself from touching her? There’s no way he can lie here through an entire blowjob without snapping and grabbing her and ruining this plan of hers.
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Why did this feel like everything she did was somehow wrong? Probably the lack of communication on Felix's end, if she had to fathom a guess. Even she could not parse what exactly he wanted then. "Not going to be able to what, Felix? You need to tell me what you want, what you need, so that I may do it."
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She considered her options silently for a moment, and then spoke again, the blush on her cheeks deep and dark and warm enough to make her head spin. "And if I told you I did not want you to hold back - would you be inclined to indulge me? I am sturdier than I look, and I do not fear you would harm me." And if he did... she had plenty of means to defend herself.
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He considers asking Lioriley to do something similar as a last resort - she did say to tell her what he needed, after all - but then she's talking again, and when he glances back down at her she's blushing hard. By the time she's said her piece, his face is a little redder, too, but the corners of his lips turn up slightly in a bit of a smirk.
"Huh. I didn't expect to hear that. In that case, I don't want you to hold back either."
With that, he reaches up to grab her hand and pull her down on top of him so he can get back to kissing her, more aggressive now than before. His arms go around her and his hands roam, picking up where they left off to reach down to her thighs and slide his hands up under her dress.
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Meanwhile, her hips shifted under his touch, grinding down into his lap with a renewed vigor, her dress sliding up over her thighs to reveal more dark skin and sparking lines of magic.
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It's odd to think that he has the stranger in the dark room to thank for anything, but the knowledge that it's absurdly arousing for someone else to control his movements by yanking at his hair is one of them, stupid as that reaction may be.
Rather than return to her mouth, he lifts his head a little to run his tongue along one of those glowing lines, traveling from her shoulder up to her neck and then biting at her earlobe. His hands push her dress up over her hips to slide along her thighs until his palms press against curls of pale hair and his thumbs seek her--the thing he still hasn't learned the name for, the sensitive place where he can rub circles into the flesh there.
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As he lapped his tongue over one of her leylines, he would feel a very faint tingling sensation, along with the sparks if excess magical energy that bounced off her skin with her mounting arousal. Lioriley took that moment to press her mouth to Felix's neck, focusing hard on a particular spot to nip and lick, teeth scraping over his skin. She stopped only when his own teeth caught her ear, sending a violent shiver down her spine that nearly made her collapse onto him. Someone had found one of the more sensitive spot - and right as he was circling her clit, too.
"Mmm. Do you enjoy the feeling of my mouth on your neck, Felix?" Pointedly, she parted her lips and caught another bit of skin just at the connection of neck and shoulder, sucking gently to leave a little patch of pink. Unless he told her to stop, of course.
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Fortunately, that thought is derailed when she takes a firmer handful of his hair and yanks. It draws a low sound out of him, which turns into a quiet gasp when her lips find his neck.
When she shudders, he smirks and tilts his head as far as her grip on his hair will let him to run his tongue firmly and slowly up the length of her ear, from base to pointed tip, breath warm and heavy. As he does, he lets the circling of his thumb speed up a little.
He doesn’t know why hearing her say his name like this whenever she speaks feels good, but it does, and with her accent there’s something absurdly sexy in the way she pronounces it. That sounds stupid to him, but it’s true anyway.
“Mm-hm…” He slides his hands from between her legs up her body under the dress, pulling it up until it’s bunched just under her breasts. He takes a moment just to feel her, smooth skin and tiny sparks against his palms, before he shifts to dip his hands into the front of her dress to slip one breast out of its dubious coverage and explore it with his fingers. He’d have his mouth on it already if she wasn’t holding his head in place.
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So, with that in mind, Lioriley tugged the high collar of his undershirt down a little more, and clamped her teeth into the bit of skin she had focused on prior, tugging hard and sucking until blood began to bubble under the skin. Her tongue lapped in soothing strokes over the spot afterwards, reminding herself to offer to heal him once they were finished. No need to walk out with bite marks if he didn't want them to linger.
Before she could move on, she felt that slick trail of heat along her ear and nearly collapsed again, a shuddering moan exhaled in a hot breath against Felix's neck. "You are making it difficult to focus..." She murmured, tugging on the fistful of hair between her fingers once more before slowly loosening her grip so she could lean back. Sitting up, she allowed him those few seconds to roam, the feeling of his hands welcomed with a slow roll of her body; still grinding down into his lap.
"Here." She gently batted his hands away from her chest so she could grasp the fabric bunched around her waist and yank it up above her head, revealing her in all her glory - save for the skewed panties still half covering her. She tossed the dress aside, hands grasping at Felix's shirt and pulling up. "I will try to be swift." And if he worked with her, it wouldn't be hard to get him undressed, surely.
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He watches her pull the dress off and his eyes trace the glowing lines curling over her body, now almost entirely uninterrupted by clothes. This time he takes the hint without fuss, sitting up slightly to help her pull his shirt off and tossing it elsewhere.
Finally bare from the waist up, he reaches up again; but instead of taking her hand, he grabs her by the wrists and pulls her down, twisting in an attempt to flip them over and pin her to the mattress.
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The end~