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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[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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She can't remember the last time anyone noticed let alone did anything about her scars. While tiny ones litter her body, she's been purposefully trying to avoid exposing the ones on her back just yet. But the thought that he wouldn't mind, that he'd kiss them just as the rest of her is enough to get those flowers blooming in her hair again. This time they're ixora instead of roses, brilliantly red and numerous.
The heat of his mouth reaches the inside of her thighs and it's everything she wanted but couldn't ask for; it's something she's only got to experience on the rare occasions that anyone would indulge her in it. ] You sure? [ Despite herself, she has to check. ]
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[There's no revulsion or judgment in his touch, but nor is there any shame to speak of, in spite of the concealing clothing he favors. Even with his shirt hanging open and dangling off his shoulders, he sports plenty of scars of his own, both faded and fresh--how could he not, after centuries of battle? Even if he hadn't been restrained, it would have been pointless to try and hide them.
His smile is felt rather than seen as he dips his head. A pair of fingers slip inside Rosie, pressing and stroking; soon enough, he's breathing muffled noises of arousal against her as his mouth sets to work. He's certainly enthusiastic, if nothing else, all too glad to let his world narrow to slick heat around him and musk heavy on his tongue.]
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The fingers are a nice touch. She had worried, really, that it might
be too much, too 'gross' as a lot of partners had put it but he doesn't seem detered in the least. It's actually pretty sexy and Rose props herself up on an elbow just slightly to seek out the touch of his tongue better. While that hand grips the sheets, the other finds itself twined in that nice hair of his.
Still a bit sensitive from her last orgasm, she's squirming and moaning beneath the work of those fingers and each stroke of his tongue before long. ] Mm, gods, I can't- [ Can't believe how good this is, can't get enough of his tongue, can't express a lot beyond a string of needy noises, whines, and pointed toes as her body tenses in the build-up to another moment of euphoria. ]
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[Don't hold out on him. Don't deny herself what she wants and needs. Don't try to put off her own pleasure. Don't say what doesn't need to be said. Every fidget and sound is only more enticing still, more eloquent than anything else she could say; Seteth is all too glad to coax them out of her as long as she wants. Maybe he should linger and wear her out a little?]
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She would not complain about that in the slightest. She doesn't. Honestly, her thoughts about him still being down there and working her to orgasm yet again are basically along the lines of: gkhratglrrak. Her limbs weakening mean that she can't keep herself propped up. Rose lets out a bout of giggles as she falls back and one of her knees lifts up to keep him there and- The next time when she comes it's a sound caught between another fit of laughter and a squeaky yell of delight. Her head spins but she has enough sense to tap her free hand against the bed in a 'tapping out' motion. ]
Okay, I- [ She's the one breathless now but what a sight she makes with blond waves of hair full of those red blooms now branching out across the sheets. Her expression is dazed, but obviously contented. ] I can't have all the fun.
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Are you implying I'm not?
[A quick swipe of a sleeve over his face, and Seteth slides up to kiss Rosie again, pressed flush against her. Even if he'd had to resort to his own hand afterwards, getting to hear her lose herself is more than its own reward. Getting to take her again now is just the icing on the cake, made all the sweeter by the wait. What could feel better than this?]
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[ A job well done indeed if the tingly feeling rolling through her body still and the way she smiles now is any indication. When was it last that she'd come multiple times? Maybe, once upon a time with Charlie but that was more driven by frustration than desire and kami the difference it makes.
Every touch feels electric, his kiss is intoxicating in all the best ways. She wouldn't have put him out like that, of course, because how could she after how amazing she's gotten to feel so far? Her other knee lifts up to straddle him as he moves up. She can feel him hot and slick against her and doesn't want to make him wait; the woman lines up easily so that he can take her again and-
It's like fireworks in her brain when he does. Her arms loop around him and she moans unrestrained at the shockwaves of pleasure running up through her already with each move he makes. She's sensitive to the point of bordering on pleasantly painful but like hell she wants to stop. ] Yes, [ she breathes out, words spilling out faster than her brain can really keep up with. ] Please, please- I can't get enough of you.
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[He can't quite stay quiet as he presses into such inviting heat, breathing soft needy noises against Rosie's lips with every thrust. She feels so good, and hearing her take that tone--he wants to hear her beg more. He wants her screaming for him. It's not long before he starts picking up the pace, gaze sharpening into something almost predatory as his desire burns hotter.]
Take as much as you'd like.
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The edge to his gaze when he starts going faster, harder has no right to be as hot as it is. She's absolutely doomed to come undone thanks to that; he easily gets his wish as the blond can't help but practically scream out her satisfaction. There are a couple pleads of 'yes' followed by his name 'Seteth, Seteth, Seteth'-
Then, her grip on him with her thighs tightens and she's kissing him greedily as orgasm hits her yet again. Her whole body tenses and shudders with the pleasure of it. Four times, Rose thinks, almost in disbelief. While not the record, it's close and still feels much different than when she did experience it years ago. ]
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But there's nothing like that to hang over his head right now, is there? It's difficult to worry about someone leaving when you've only just met. There's no attachment yet--only the rare luxury of simply allowing himself to be in the moment and enjoy his time with her fully, even if they aren't close. He's crying out his own release soon enough, muffled into the kiss but louder than he'd meant to be even so.
There's nowhere to go, with her legs locked around him like this; Seteth sinks down against Rosie instead, propped up on his elbows so she doesn't need to take his full weight. Just..... give him a minute to come out of his daze; for now, all he can think to do is nuzzle against Rosie and pepper her with kisses.]
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A lot of other reasons, she knows, but they're quieted by his crying out against her mouth and the smile it brings to her face. She feels the warmth of him. It always sends a visceral little thrill through her that she's never quite unpacked and isn't about to now. Once she can let him move a bit more freely, she will, but for a moment herself she's all tingles and jelly limbs.
The flowers in her hair are in full bloom as she giggles in the face of those kisses. Nuzzling isn't something she's used to with humans so it's a nice little added touch. Her legs finally unlock so that he can shift how he wants to. Get ready to leave, probably, since she's sure they've satisfied whatever was needed in the first place after all that. ]
Well, thanks for indulging me. Can't remember the last time I was actually tired after. [ And she is, actually. Not worn out, exactly, but it's been a whirlwind of information and trying to navigate around a strange new world. This was definitely a welcome break from all that but now it's starting to settle in that she hasn't allowed herself a moment to rest since arriving. ]
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[How can he not be charmed, hearing that laughter? Seteth rolls over to flop beside Rosie as he's freed, lax and satisfied. He's rather tired himself, to be honest; getting pulled into a romp like that before he even had a chance to wake up fully..... His first inclination is to cozy up and go right back to sleep, a lingering instinct from long gone, happier days.
There's no call for that, though--he ought to at least go back home if he really intends to be that lazy. It isn't as though his job needs him anymore, after all--the city is shining and beautiful now, no longer ruined piles of rubble. What is there even left to rebuild? Seteth moves to start buttoning his shirt, murmuring thoughtfully.]
What did any of that have to do with therapy, if I may ask?
[If he was brought in to assist, then there's no doubt he'll be allowed to go. But will she? Is that all the "therapy" she needed, or was the sex just meant to facilitate something else, some other sort of treatment or discussion?]
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Weird. ]
I think I just had to get over myself?
[ That sounds bad out of context even if it's not inaccurate. The woman rolls onto her side, idly watching as he dresses. The flowers in her hair close delicately but she can't see them well enough to notice the subtle shifts occurring. ] I don't like being told what to do by whatever cosmic force, but... If this is all that they want, that's fine.
[ She also doesn't really have a choice, does she? It's either this or- The flowers droop as the thought of her last moments back home hits her not for the first time and definitely not the last. It doesn't mean anything though, she'll say. Just a power fluctuation. ]
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Perhaps it's the same with her? Seeing the way her flowers almost seem to wilt, Seteth reaches out to brush his fingers over Rosie's cheek almost on instinct.]
I realize how..... unpalatable being forced into this position is. But even if you have to accept some indignities, that doesn't mean the Augur can dictate everything about our lives here.
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She going down a dangerous rabbit hole of thought when that brush to her check draws her out of it. The flowers atop her head perk up again at the contact and she smiles despite herself. He has a point. Maybe if she could think of here as getting to live life the way she would have wanted instead of dictated, it'd be alright? ]
Hopefully not. [ While she might not have a choice in being here, perhaps she can have the choice of how everything works out. It'd be nice to feel in control of herself for once. ] Thanks, and- Sorry. [ Rose lifts up now to give a brief kiss to his cheek. ] Don't let me keep you longer than I already have.
[ She doesn't want to say that she'll see him again or they should do this again sometime because she knows better than to set herself up for that disappointment by now. ]
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[His own expression warms with the press of lips against his cheek; it's not hard to see how Rosie's mood brightens, with her flowers as such a convenient signal. She'll be alright now, won't she? And if she's correct about the purpose of this therapy, perhaps she'll even find it useful, sex aside. Who knows? Perhaps even the doctor can do his job in a way that people like them can actually benefit from.]
Then I'll leave you both to it. Just remember that should you need me, I am only a message away.
[If nothing else, it's nice how much easier it is to extend such an offer on this island. Letters take time to reach their destination, but with the bracelets? They can reach out to each other instantly.]