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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Soon enough, he's arching his back and trying to press up into her, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. If Rosie wants to control her own pace, she may want to pin him down further; if she's moving again now, that surely means he's allowed to as well, right?]
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But she does want that control. She wants all that she can have because usually, it's none. Yet, it's endearing how desperate that buck up into her is. It draws a squeaky noise of delight from Rosie who is a little caught off-guard at first. She's torn between wanting to restrain him further to keep it from happening again or letting him work to get what extra pleasure he can; ultimately, the former wins out and those vines creep down his abdomen before sticking down the bed below to keep him more firmly suspended beneath her. ]
Mm, let me take care of all that. [ While not usually one to savor things, Rose wants to enjoy this with a gradual build-up. A slow, steady rise and fall of her hips to start that's purposefully teasing. It grows to a quicker, harsher pace that comes with moans of her own though before long. ] You feel- so good- [ she breathes out against his neck, somewhere in the otherwise string of needy sounds. She's leaning against him now for a bit of extra support with hands planted on his chest. Jelly limbs, okay. For as determined as her hips seem to be, her arms aren't as cooperative as there's a shudder against him. ] Ah-almost.
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[Seteth flushes darker still as the tangle of vines engulf him further. Anchored like this, he can barely even squirm--and what can he do but squirm, when she's moving so agonizingly slowly? Normally, he'd be all for lingering over lovemaking and savoring the intimacy, but he can't touch her, can't hold her, can't even kiss her.....
He can't do anything but focus on how badly he wants her, and how divine she feels wrapped around him. He hadn't expected her to be quite this strong, to be honest; the harder and faster Rosie rides him, the deeper his desperation grows, until every thrust tears soft, ragged sounds from him as his hips strain against their bonds.]
Please--
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Her nails dig into his skin lightly in some futile attempt to tether herself. Not enough to mark, despite the other ways she's rough, just because there's still that silent worry it isn't okay. She lets out a few frantic whispers of 'yes' in succession and a stifled whimper by biting her bottom lip. So close. Just a couple more determined rolls of her hips-
And then, she surprises herself by lifting back up enough to lean in and kiss him again. It's what she needs to push her over that euphoric edge. She tightens around him and utters a drawn-out moan muffled against his lips. There are stars in her vision and shakiness to her limbs for a moment. It's probably bad she can't remember the last time she came like that and with solely penetration alone but, well. No time like the present. ]
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He kisses like he intends to devour her whole straight through his climax, until the inability to catch his breath leaves him dizzy; even as the energy drains out of him in the wake of it though, he doesn't want to stop. Seteth pursues her lips regardless, kisses starting to turn sleepy and sated, even adoring. What else is an afterglow for, after all, if not cuddling and showering your partner in affection?]
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Rosie couldn't say what an afterglow is for because she's experienced them only a handful of times in her long life. Her vines start to recede though to give him a bit more movement. The roses along them - deep red now with yellow fringes - shut or shed their petals onto the bed below.
She should probably move off him, really, but jelly limbs. Also, she just... She's allowing a small moment of indulgence, maybe, as even once she breaks the kiss she lays against him. Neck tucked against his neck, fingers still on his chest, and finally moving off his lap. It's a nice moment while it lasts. ]
So that... That was definitely something.
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[It's all he can manage right now, abuzz with the aftershocks of pleasure, the taste of her lingering on his lips and the musk of sex and roses overpowering all else. He has absolutely no desire to move just yet, not with her tucked against him like this--but if the vines allow it, he does very much want to pull her into his arms and wrap around her for cuddles, at least until he can think clearly again. And that's to say nothing of touching her.....
After being denied for so long, he wants to stroke and fondle and taste every single inch of bare skin he can reach; there's no rush, after all. Does Rosie still think she's not lovely?]
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I can definitely say I'm pretty convinced now that I am, in fact, lovely. [ There's even an amused huff about it.
She doesn't actually think she is still, but it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with the fact that poor self-image can't just be fucked away. Trust her, she's tried. She's still trying. But for right now? Maybe she can believe that she might be. Someday. Eventually. ]
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[Even Seteth can't help a soft chuckle at that, muffled into the curve of Rosie's shoulder. Even if she can't believe it of herself, surely she can believe that he believes it? Seteth feels satisfied that he's proven his sincerity, at least. Especially now that he gets to recover at his leisure; for the moment, he even seems to have forgotten about the doctor, in favor of savoring the scent of her and the warmth of holding her close.]
We'll need to clean up all those petals, won't we?
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But it doesn't happen this time. At least, not yet. Rosie doesn't kid herself though into thinking it won't, eventually, but lets herself enjoy the moment for what it is. Why not?
He mentions the petals and she peeks up to see the floral mess they caused. Red and yellow-edged in the end; passion and a hint of joy. Yeah, that seems about right. ]
Oh, huh. Yeah, prrrrobably.
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[One arm slips from where it's slung around Rosie, reaching to pick up a petal and rub it between his fingers as he admires it. Her blossoms are just as pretty as her, really--fitting, since they come from her. That magic penetrates straight to the heart of her, now. Absently, he wonders just how deep the Augur's powers penetrates into their own. Are her flowers laced, the way so much here is when touched by the Augur's influence?]
You know, you might be able to make a nice tea from these.
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That definitely was not my first idea for them, honestly, but now you've got me wondering if it would taste any good.
[ This is the strangest, least sexy pillow talk she thinks she's ever participated in.
It's kind of great. ]
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[Which is unsexier, bad puns, or culinary non sequiturs? He appreciates how evocative the colors are, regardless. Rosie's own musing earns a flicker of wet heat along the curve of her shoulder meeting her neck, as though he could divine the answer straight from her skin; his arm comes back up to wind around her, letting the petal flutter down to rest on her back.]
How could they fail to taste good, when they come from you?
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Oh. She turns a pretty shade of pink at that surprisingly smooth line and ducks her head in embarrassment about it. She's usually a lot more composed at best (and detached at worst) but it was just so effortless it catches her off-guard. That's not fair. She needs to cool down not get turned on all over again. There's an amused huff before she says: ]
Be careful, flattery can get you absolutely anywhere with me.
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[There's a rare twinkle of mischief in his eyes at that, clearly pleased to earn such a charming fluster; Seteth's hand slides up to cup Rosie's jaw, thumbs stroking over one pink cheek. As much as he hates what the place does to people..... well, it isn't as though he hates sex itself. Given the space to be intimate on his own terms, even he can be a little lighthearted, once in a while.]
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But in a demonstration of how fast Rosie can ruin things for herself, she has to wonder: If he can say such things to her, who else has heard them? Is it even special? Probably not. In some ways, that almost makes it easier. In others, well- Hm. Besides, what right does she have to even want for anything beyond sex? Absolutely none. It's stupid to even think about, even stupider to pretend that this wasn't just a necessary thing for either of them, and stupider still to have considered that any part of her might actually be lovely when she's twisting herself into such ugly mental knots over probably nothing at all. ]
If you're trying to charm your way to another round, I gotta' say it is absolutely working. [ Her turn to tease. That's easy. Safe. ] But I don't know how long 'therapy' sessions here usually are allowed to go, so.
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[Sorry not sorry at all, Rosie, you're adorable and wear a blush very well. Of course he's going to admire the view, no matter how many knots you're twisting yourself into. Even if he's playing along though, the reminder prompts him to look back at the doctor, flushing a little in spite of himself. That..... is an excellent point.
Surely they've satisfied his request is by now, haven't they? What exactly had he wanted to begin with? Something about her being a total babe and getting sex whenever she wanted? He's fairly sure he must have slept through the start of the session.....]
Ah, that's right. I'm sorry, you must have other patients to see, don't you?
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She's not-
She doesn't-
Before she can circle that murky mental drain, she's reaching for him despite herself. Rose turns his gaze back to her as she moves in to kiss him. ] They can wait, [ she says, quiet against his lips. This is easy. This is familiar. This is so much better than wondering and worrying and instead convincing herself this is what is wanted of her after all. ]
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[The doctor seems entirely too pleased to continue supervising, folding his hands and sitting back to watch. Seteth is a little more hesitant to kiss back this time, brows furrowing uncertainly even as a hand curls over her cheek. Something feels..... off, somehow. More..... jarring, maybe? Like a sloppily stitched seam, the edges don't quite line up the way they should. Without knowing why or how, though, how can he properly voice that confusion or concern? Is he just imagining things?]
Are you sure?
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I am, [ she answers, smile coming her face easily. ] I just- [ It's a gamble, she thinks, speaking at least part of the truth but maybe it might work. ] I don't want this to end yet.
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[Maybe it is just his imagination. Even if she did change her mind abruptly, what of it? It's her right to do so. And if she chooses to do so again, that's no different either, is it? Her reasons may be her own, but that doesn't change how he should respect them. If she wants him to leave, then he'll leave. If she wants him to stay.....
Then he wants to savor this the way he didn't have the presence of mind to before. Seteth winds an arm around Rosie to pull her closer, kiss soft and exploratory and lingering. If this room isn't booked up, then they have all the time in the world to enjoy each other, don't they?]
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He makes it easy with the languid, loving pace that she's so unfamiliar with. She's smiling as she kisses him back now; while it might be out of habit more than authenticity now, well- There's still some sincerity to the way she arches up into him and sighs in contentment. ]
I'm glad, [ she can't help but murmur. True or not, even she can't rightfully say anymore. But it's fine. The daydream will end eventually and she'll be back to things as usual so she's going to enjoy it while it lasts. ]
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Tell me what you want?
[She had simply taken what she wanted before, after all; he'd hardly had a chance to treat her right, restrained as he was. Doesn't she deserve to be pampered a little, then?]
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It's not like she has never been asked what she wanted. Or... has she? It's hard to remember if she has and that's a sad sort of thing. Even Rosie can recognize that. 'Too much,' she thinks to say. Not more than anyone can give, but more than she feels she should take.
But she can only be philosophical for so long when this turned on, thankfully. The blond gives a thoughtful hum at the question as if considering all the possibilities and try to play off her brief pause as contemplation. Though she does contemplate since it is a bit overwhelming to suddenly have the freedom to choose instead of being led. ] Well, it's tried and true and maybe a bit basic but I...
[ 'I want to look at you,' 'I want you to kiss me more,' and a dozen other things she thinks to say but isn't able to. Instead, she settles for: ] I think those powers took a bit more out of me than I was expecting. How about- [ she shifts a little to encourage him to take the top this time ] -you take charge this time?
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[Seteth moves to lay Rosie back against the bed, mouth trailing hot over her jaw and neck, and soon lower still. For the moment at least, he seems quite content to take his time; every inch of skin, every curve, every scar needs to be lavished with attention on his way down.
Even as his own arousal starts stirring back to life, he's clearly more interested in stretching out and settling between her thighs. If her powers have exhausted her, and they evidently rely on sex to power them, the solution seems obvious--the more orgasms she has, the more revitalized she'll be, yes?]
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