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.
Continue
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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A what? So the flowers reflect your mood? Strange. And dangerous in a fight. Although I suppose your enemies may not know what the colors mean. I don't.
[It doesn't take long to reach the hotel, and Felix gets them a room with minimal fuss. As they're going up the stairs (because Felix doesn't believe in elevators), he says,]
A warning: They tend to stock all the rooms here with...equipment. For this kind of thing. A lot of it.
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In a fight, they'd probably just be black though so I might not have to worry much. [ Death. And fitting, considering the champion's title they'd given her all those years ago. A hint of blue begins to color those flowers but it's immediately over-taken by yellow and pink at the mention of 'equipment.' That's one way to lift her spirits again. ]
Oh, man, don't threaten me with a good time. That sounds amazing? Do they have dildos in all kinds of shapes and sizes? [ She is more excited than she has any right to be about the possibility. ]
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[He sighs, facepalming.]
More than likely, yes. I don't see the appeal.
[The room looks relatively normal when Felix opens the door, but he just knows that one of these closets is full of weird sex things, or there's a hidden stash under the bed, or something.
Once they're inside, he's really not sure what happens next, and he stands there a little awkwardly.]
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Ohh, cute! [ It's small but cozy and while she is just a little disappointed that there aren't xeno dongs on display, she thinks it'll still be fun enough. While he doesn't know what to do, this is much more familiar territory for Rose. She strides forward and leaves a trail of petals as she does. Her shoulders are now bare skin instead of dress, which- Oh. Well, she doesn't want him to see her scars just yet so she turns to plop down onto the bed and sit on the edge.
Those ever-changing petals turn a pretty shade of pink as she smiles. ]
Don't make me yank you over here with a vine, dude.
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[Felix watches her trail petals across the floor - oh. Her clothes are made of those petals. Which means with every petal she sheds, she's wearing a little less.
But it's her words that get him flushing a little.]
You can still do that in here?
[He moves toward her anyway.]
...and what does pink mean?
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She'd much rather be a lover than a fighter and especially when it gets that adorable sort of reaction. At the question, a vine winds down her arm from somewhere on her shoulderblade and reaches out to him. ] I can, looks like.
[ It'll try and grab onto him where it can, almost curious in a way. ] Pink means feminity, I think. Joy. Admiration. Sometimes, intimacy.
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He watches the vine with some combination of wariness and interest. It goes for his arm rather than his ankle this time, and this time he allows it.]
I see.
[If the vine tries to pull him closer to Rose, he'll let it. If not, he'll close the distance on his own, ending up just standing in front of her for now. He's rarely been the one to initiate intimacy, especially when he's not the one unnaturally forced into lust, and besides - she seems to know what she's doing.]
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[ While technically true, maybe someday she won't be as quick to cover for herself. But she doesn't want to keep thinking about her past or what if's, she wants to wrap that vine around his wrist and have it tug him in close.
More petals shed to form a nice V down her body. It crisscrosses into a diamond at her navel and hugs around her hips but leaves her legs bare as well. It's a cute, floral bodysuit that's pink with the edges of the remaining petals now turning a dark shade of red. The blond reaches up, as he's forced to bend down towards her, so that she can place her hands to either side of his face and smile. ]
Ready for a good time?
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[He cuts off with a grunt of surprise when the vine reels him in, watching the pile of petals spread across the sheets. That's convenient, he thinks; they won't have to waste time taking her clothes off--
Then the vine tugs him further, down, and he puts out a hand to keep his balance; it ends up landing on her now-bare thigh, as she takes his face in her hands. His cheeks may still be warm under her palms, but now that he's decided to do this, there's no hesitation.]
I am.
[He leans forward to close what little distance is left between them to kiss her, and there's nothing shy about it. It's decisive and firm, maybe just a little bit forceful.]
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going for it. Okay. While something she could ask, honestly, she just assumes that certain things aren't allowed out the gate. Kissing is one of those so it catches her off-guard briefly. That isn't to say she minds. The opposite, actually, judging from the way she kisses back enthusiastically as her smile grows. Those petals along her person are now a lovely shade of red, which- That one's meaning is probably obvious, isn't it?
That vine continues to wind up his arm by snaking under his sleeve and across his skin. She can't feel through them - although wouldn't that be nice - but she does have something else in mind. In due time, of course. She leans back onto the bed but lets him still have a little bit of (the illusion) of the lead. ]
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He feels the vine creeping up his arm and doesn't think much of it. It's an interesting sensation, different from having someone's hands on him, but the way she coils it against his bare skin under his clothes makes it feel just as intimate.
As she leans back, he has no choice but to follow, although he has no intention of trying to do anything else anyway. He climbs onto the bed on his knees, straddling her legs and moving his hand from her thigh to the mattress beside her head to keep himself steady.]
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Mm, [ she hums against his lips when they break apart to catch a breath. ] Let me- [ The vine coiled up his arm tightens before looping back around to peek out from under his sleeve. It shoots up towards the ceiling and lifts his arm with it. ] Oh, that's...
I shouldn't be allowed to have that much fun, really.
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What--
[He looks up, unable to see the vine's coils under his sleeve but feeling them acutely. He grabs the vine protruding from his sleeve with that hand and pulls, testing its strength. When it doesn't give, his eyes drop back down to her, slightly wide. He tries to lean forward to pick up where they left off, but the vine keeps him upright enough that he can't reach her mouth anymore.]
I can't kiss you.
[Astute observation, Felix.
His gaze gleams with a certain intrigued wariness, pupils slightly dilated, at this talk of fun.]
Why not?
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[ She moves up to meet his lips with her own briefly. As she does, another vine on her opposite shoulderblade edges forward now to work with her hands and work at removing his clothes. It's not fair, really, that he's still got all that one and she's down the barest hint of petals covering anything indecent.
He still has one hand to work with but not for long. That other vine, once he's partially disrobed winds over his other arm and now hoists that one up as well. They curl together at the top to bring his arms closer together. Along the length of them, roses begin to bloom the same colors as the one in her hair. He could probably break free of the bindings if he tried, but- Does he want to? That's the real question. ]
Still on board?
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As soon as her lips touch his, his free hand comes up to wind around her waist and drags lightly up her back to feel the soft petals and bare skin under his palm. He doesn't try to stop her (or her vine) from undressing him; he really is wearing a lot of layers. When she starts unbuckling his belt, he pulls back just a little with a faint noise of protest or maybe warning.]
Set my sword on the floor. Be careful with it.
[He has no such instructions for anything else on his person, and soon Rose has divested him of everything above the waist other than his sleeveless black shirt. He knows he's about to lose the ability to touch her, and sure enough the vine starts to coil up his arm in short order. With his last few seconds of mobility, he buries his fingers in her hair and pulls her close for one quick, fierce kiss before the vine forces him to let go.
He looks up and watches the flowers bloom, watches the vines wrap around each other to limit his movements further. And they are just plants, after all, not steel - he's pretty sure he could indeed break out if he put his mind to it.
But no. He doesn't want to.
Instead, he stays like this, kneeling on the bed with his arms held tightly above his head. He brings his gaze back down and it already looks a little darker, a little hungrier for her.]
Yes, now hurry up and kiss me again.
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The tug of her hair to pull her in gets a surprised, pleased squeak of a noise. The desperation to touch, to savor every last second he can to- It's enough in and of itself to get her even more wound up. Those roses turn an even deeper shade of red as a result. While she doesn't like having her emotions so open, well- It's nice in this situation, at least, to let him know that she's very into what he's doing.
She's very into how he looks bound and kneeling for her. ]
So impatient, [ she says, with no short amount of amusement in her tone. The blond crawls closer to him, reaching up to hover her lips next to his but not kiss just yet. The fingers of one hand, meanwhile, tip-toe down his abdomen and towards his lap. ] Ask me nicely.
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It's no bad thing to see the shade of red her flowers are turning, either. So she liked that, did she? He files that away for later. Sure, she's currently compromised under the effects of some stimulant or other, but still. He doesn't think that would just create reactions like this.
She comes closer but lingers just out of his reach, even when he tries to lean forward to steal the kiss anyway. Oh, that's maddening. The clever fingers inching down his body don't help either. She's going to be a merciless tease, isn't she?
Felix really only has one way to respond to teasing: obstinately.]
Why should I?
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Well, you don't have to. [ Her fingers edge the waistband of what he's wearing as her lips go to press against his neck instead. Each one is featherlight and paced out almost painfully slow. He's right. Rose isn't one to show much mercy in these matters. ] But you'll get what you want a lot faster if you do.
[ Those fingers down between them now skim the fabric along his groin with just enough pressure to feel nice but certainly not satisfy. She can tell he's going to be a fun one to wind up. ]
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I'm not going to beg you, if that's what you're after.
[She'll feel easily enough that he's stiffened a bit already, but he clamps down on the urge to push against her hand. He won't give her the satisfaction.
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It is, [ she answers, glancing up at him through her eyelashes from where she presses her lips against his neck this time. It's followed now by a skim of her teeth and a warm run of tongue. He's getting there but she knows it'll take more than some light teasing to get him squirming beneath her.
Her fingers run up against him with just a bit more pressure before going back up only to pull down the waistband of his pants and anything beneath. Rose's mouth leaves his neck and she dips her head down to tickle the skin that's now exposed between his shirt and lowered pants with hot breath and gentle kisses. Her tongue runs a silver line down but stops just short of actually touching his cock. ]
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Hell if what she's doing with her mouth doesn't feel good, though.
Anticipation pools in his gut like embers as her lips and tongue make their way lower and lower. The more of his body she exposes, the more of his scars she sees and can feel under her mouth. His arms and torso are littered with them, and though most of them came from shallow injuries, there are a couple of deeper ones that tell the story of slightly more grievous wounds.
Her tongue descends further and his abs and thighs tighten in preparation for the wet warmth of her mouth on him--
And then she just stops. Of course. He should have known.
He lightly clenches his teeth and takes a breath - in, out. She won't break him so easily.]
Is that all you've got?
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Not by a long shot.
[ It's adorable the way he's fighting against his own urges. It will feel all the more deserved after everything, honestly, if he does beg. It fills her with lustful determination to get him there. While she's not sure if that's just her or whatever is compelling her, well- They don't have time to unpack all of that right now.
Despite the initial tease, she does take him into her mouth after all. The woman rolls her tongue up along the length of him before curling it around the head and swallowing as much of him as she can right away. Rose isn't insanely experienced by any means, really, but- It's clear she knows what she's doing. ]
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[Felix has no intention of begging, but he has to admit that he is curious to see what she'll do in an attempt to make him do it. It occurs to him then that this was all supposed to be for her, to rid her of her powers' aftereffects, but he's certainly not in charge here. If she wants to give him a blowjob, he's not going to argue.
When that wet warmth does come, a low hum emerges from his throat as his head falls back and his eyes close.]
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Especially with such a stubborn force to be up against.
The blond sucks lightly once she's got as much of him in her mouth as she can take (gag reflex who) and sucking lightly before needing a moment to breathe. Her mouth comes off with a little 'pop' and then she's stroking, kissing, licking, and doing basically everything to drive him as crazy as she can. She glances up occasionally to gauge his reactions, see what makes him squirm most.
A fun trick she learned was flicking her tongue just below the shaft for some extra intense stimulation. All the while, she's humming contently herself. She's waiting for the indication that he's close because that's when the real fun will start. ]
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He's also starting to get the feeling that Rose is very skilled at this, and for a little while he pays close attention to what she's doing so he can try to replicate her techniques later.
But there comes a point where he's too distracted to do that anymore. It's around the same time that Rose decides to start experimenting with her tongue like that. She learns that he likes it fast and a little rough, that he loses more control the more intense the sensations are, and that slowing down and getting sensual about it makes him impatient. More than once, he pushes his hips forward a little to prompt her to take him deeper than she is or to go faster. He's largely quiet, though, not saying anything or making much noise beyond his increasingly heavy breathing.
Eventually, he clutches at the vines with his hands and his head tips forward, little shudders going through him and his breath catching erratically.]
Nnnn. Rose--I'm--
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