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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She is taking mental note of where he reacts strongest. Like her, he seems to prefer things to be a bit rougher and quicker. Of course, that means setting a more languid pace makes him impatient and is also a fun little thing to tuck away for future reference. It's strange to think of another encounter but, well- She did have repeat clients even if it wasn't that common.
The say of her name causes her lips to curl into a smile as she's working him. A couple more strokes of her tongue and then she stops to pull her mouth off him to seemingly catch her breath. ] Oh? [ she asks, encircling his cock with her fingers gently. The run of her hand along him is slow, methodical, and certainly not near as much stimulation as before.
But that's the point. ] You're what? [ Excuse the mischevious edge to her smile now as she continues - painfully slow - and looks at him with faux innocence as if she isn't aware exactly what she's doing. ]
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You know exactly what...what I was going to say...
[His hands clutch the vines harder as he forces himself to stay still, to keep from bucking into her hand. He won't give her the satisfaction. He refuses.]
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Maybe, [ she answers, breath hot against him as she stops her hand at his base. Her tongue rolls a warm line up the length of him before she kisses his tip. He doesn't have to buck up into her hand for Rose to feel how insanely tense he is as he fights himself. But she's far from done yet.
She takes him into her mouth once more and works just harsh and long enough for him to get near that edge before stopping. Again and again and again until he's likely sensitive to the point of possibly painful. Each time is shorter than the last, she notices, despite the way he still refuses to buckle and beg for her.
Unfortunately, Rose isn't as immune to this as she'd hoped. Warmth pools between her own thighs and she comes to kneel in front of him. Her hand continues to stroke him, slow and featherlight, as she kisses his neck and sighs against his skin. The petals remaining along her flesh have long since shed away leaving her bare and eager for taking. Of course, she's not about to give away that fact. ]
Ready to give in yet?
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He bites his lip hard in an attempt to distract himself; the slightest touch sets him on fire, and she is relentless.]
Nnnn. No.
[But he really can't take this anymore, so he comes up with an alternate solution: He starts to stand up, right there on the bed. Fully standing, he should be able to reach down enough to touch himself.
In his desperate state, he's forgotten that the vines are entirely under her control. And that she can make more of them.]
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She gives a blink of surprise as he hoists himself up. ] Oh, that's so cute. [ He'll be reminded of the power she wields shortly. Another pair of vines sprout from below the first two and snake along the bed to wrap around his ankles and up his calves. There's a strong pull back down that he'll have to wrestle against. ]
You can't get out of begging for me that easy.
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[It sure is an effective reminder. He digs his heels into the mattress and fights to fully stand despite the pull, and he's stronger than he looks, but ultimately she has all the leverage. The vines force him back down to a kneeling position and he grunts, frustrated with his failure. And also inexplicably turned on even more than he already was, somehow. Part of it is the vines, sure, but part of it is her - she won't give up, she isn't making allowances or taking back her challenge at all, no matter how hard he fights her, and he respects that.
Flushed and panting, he raises his head to look at her. Should he concede? Has she earned the win? No, not quite yet, he thinks. His voice is low and thick with unsated desire.]
I won't do it.
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Rose takes a mental picture of the way he looks at her; she doesn't want to forget it anytime soon. Still defiant but so driven by desire that it does a lot more for her than she'd ever admit. ]
You're a stubborn one, that's for sure. [ When she scoots in close again this time, it's to press her body up against his. Her arms loop around his neck and she presses their hips flush together to add a bit of pressure and warmth. It's also to hide the way a vine now grows from her wrist and curls around it; it's thick and firm as the ones holding him but ends up splitting into multiple ends once it grows across her palm and past her fingers. ] But don't think I'm going to let you trying to cheat your way out of this slide. Since you seem to like it rough-
[ She brushes those vine ends along the bare skin of his arms slow and sensually. It's far more gentle than what's to come but she isn't about to flog him without warning. She did say he could tell her if it was too much but since he hasn't conceded yet she might be trying to have as much fun as she can. ]
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[Oh Goddess, she's so close, so warm; his hands flex above his head as he aches to touch her and then she's pressing her hips against his and he thinks he might lose his mind in the desperate attempt to keep from grinding against her. Not only does he not want to give her the satisfaction, but the second he does it she'll probably back away again. He squeezes his eyes shut and his head falls forward against her shoulder; his fists clench and a faint noise of exertion emerges from his throat.
He has no idea what to expect from her next, and the slow, soft touch of those tendrils along the inside of his arm is almost enough to break his silence. He shivers hard, his cock pulses against her, and he lifts his head to look up at what she's tormenting him with. He doesn't recognize it.]
What...is that?
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[ Nice try.
He's also right. If he had given any indication of trying to get himself off, she'd have drawn back immediately. They weren't done yet. Almost, but not quite. The strained sound from low in his throat causes stars to align in her eyes though. She's never known so much control over anyone and it strikes her in all the right ways. Speaking of striking- ]
A type of whip. I'd like to see if you can last through this.
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[He tries to think through this haze of desire of what purpose that would serve here, but he's drawing a blank.]
Why? Do you expect me to beg for an end to it? If so, you'll be even more disappointed.
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[ The next time she flicks her wrist it's towards his back. There's a surprising amount of strength behind the strike of the vines against him. Perhaps too much strength for a petite lady, but... Hopefully, he'll be too distracted by the sting, ache, and desire to really question it.
In contrast to the harsh blow, Rose is the one to grind her soft body against his. These vines are so fun. Usually, she wouldn't be able to properly flog someone in this position but, well, with magic anything is apparently possible. ]
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He gasps, but it's as much out of surprise as pain; he's felt much worse than this in battle and he's still wearing his undershirt, besides. Still, she's ensured with her torment that every sensation is intensified, and the same thrill that fuels him in combat fills him now - and then she's grinding against him and he can't fully suppress a half-choked sound of need, squeezing his eyes shut.]
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The ache of where her vine whip makes contact again in contrast to the softness of her body pressed up and rubbing against his. That sound she draws out of him paints the stars in her eyes. He's trying so hard to hold himself back but she wants him to let loose instead. ] You can come, you know- Anytime. You're doing so well after a bit of discipline that you've earned it. I'd even help you there, if you ask nicely.
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He doesn't want to come like this, though. He wants her. The last remaining shreds of his pride want to avoid having to 'ask nicely' for as long as possible, though, and the thought of coming immediately as soon as she gives him permission is unacceptable.
So instead, he leans in as far as he can with the little slack there is in the vines to capture her mouth, kissing her as hard and as deep as she'll let him.
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It's just that she didn't think he'd really want her.
The vines used to strike fall limp and she reaches up her hands to cup his face and kiss him back completely instead. Her body is still pressed to his but there's something more genuine about the way she grinds against him now. ] Please, [ she says, despite herself and the control she wanted to maintain over the situation. ] Come for me.
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It's why he finally gives in enough to moan, low and hungry, into her mouth. And it's why, when she asks him again to come, for her, he can't hold it back anymore. He shudders, body going taut and straining against the vines, head tipping back and hips jerking forward as he climaxes hard against her with a wordless sound almost like a sob.]
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Perfect, [ she says, almost unbidden and not able to stop herself before it's uttered. It is what she thinks though: he's perfect like this. Rose kisses him again after his climax and smiles wide as she does. The vines that wind around his arms and legs finally begin to withdraw back to her and free him. The flowers in bloom shed their petals, too, as they recede and she sighs in satisfaction.
She doesn't even need to get off after that display. That was more than enough in and of itself. ]
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He hears her say 'perfect,' but in his daze he isn't sure what she means and doesn't ask. He just breathes and breathes, and kisses her back, slow and languid. When the vines finally release him, his hands drop into his lap and he grunts quietly at the ache in his shoulders, the slight tingling in his fingers when he flexes them. He leans forward to rest his head on her shoulder as he catches his breath.
After a minute, he mutters,]
...you didn't pull my hair.
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She's distracted by the warmth of his forehead on her shoulder anyway. Rose brings a hand up to rest at the nape of his neck and fingers tease at playing with that hair. Speaking of- ]
I didn't, [ she realizes. ] I'm ashamed of myself. Although- It just means I get to save the promise to for a later date. [ She doesn't take it seriously, really, since she's not naive enough to think about second times or even being here for all that long but... It's a nice thought, isn't it? ]
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I need to pull yours, too. Have to prove yours is more...good for pulling.
[After another few seconds, he remembers why they were here doing this to begin with--]
Wait. This was supposed to be for you to get off, not me.
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I mean, I won't complain if you're still up for it. I just wanted to make sure you got something out of it too.
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[And yet, he stays right where he is for now.]
But your vines. You've been using them this whole time, you said they make you...you know. Insatiable.
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[ That seems reasonable, right? ]
But I also have a damn good poker face, too, thanks to my job before here so- Most people wouldn't even know I was stupid horny on main at a glance.
[ That part is true. ]