Supergreen.

[polymods]

✖ EVENT HORIZON

Ⅰ. PARADISE
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The heart of the station is beating.

MUTHER is online, and she has filled the station with the sound of music. Over that she occasionally warns in an emotionless voice, “Liberate tutemet ex inferis.”

Thick concentric thick metal rings rotate in different directions around a sphere in a steady, pulsing rhythm before they all line up. The dimensional gate opens.

The entire space station is momentarily subsumed in bright white light. You will be blinded for a second, and taken over briefly by a sense of joy so profound that it aches. The more emotionally or psychically sensitive Travelers may find it difficult to regain their equilibrium for a while and may be prone to laughing or crying fits.

After the dimensional shift, things are different. The most noticeable of which is that the space station is no longer abandoned. Crew members move about, but they aren't the only ones; the station is alive with what are pretty clearly tourists. Some are humanoid, some are not - maybe you even recognise some of the species. None of them are chasing you down and trying to eat your face, though - the most aggressive they get is ‘crabby from waiting in line at Disney World’ levels.

Doors that were once locked are now open. There are restaurants, spas, night clubs, swimming pools… anything and everything you could possibly want in a vacation destination. The sleeping pods are still accessible, but you’ll probably prefer one of the many fine hotel rooms now available to you.

Yes, the mystery space station is in fact an intergalactic resort. Who knew?

Where the dimensional gate once was, now is instead the High Temple. Travelers can access anything they have stored there, as well as have access to food that isn’t in paste form.

Notes:
1. The High Temple is available to everyone this month.

2. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.

3. MUTHER will no longer communicate with any travelers.

4. Have fun!

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Ⅱ. INFLUENCER
Now that the station is bustling with people, you’ll be quick to notice that some of them receive more attention than others. Crowds surround certain individuals who just exude an aura of ‘I am better than everyone else here.’ The staff bend over backwards to fulfill their every whim, and they are definitely getting the best of the best when it comes to food and drink and accommodations.

Yeah. They’re celebrities.

You’ll probably do your best to avoid the throngs of adoring fans, unless you happen to spot some intergalactic superstar you actually recognise. Why get caught up in all that nonsense, right? You can just avoid it.

At least, you can until a skinny, fabulously dressed person with the most fantastic hair you’ve ever seen slides out of nowhere right in front of you. They have a headset on, and hold a staff that doubles as a microphone. Around them float half a dozen spherical drones that can only be cameras. You don’t recognise them, but they seem to recognise YOU, considering that they all but shriek your name.

“And here we have the most beloved person currently living and breathing the air of this fiiiiiiiiiiiine establishment! After yours truly, of course! That’s right, loyal viewers, this is Vanity Apollonia streaming LIVE from seven to nine with all the deets you could POSS-ib-ly desire about the multiverse’s darling of the moment! Their dreams, their desires, their most INtimate of intimates! Right on! Say something to those fifty billion pairs of ears out there!”

They shove the microphone in your face, giving you an expectant look. You should probably say something.

Vanity reacts as if you’ve just given the world’s most brilliant and inspiring speech no matter what you say, following it up with, “More of that to come! Now a quick word from today’s sponsor, NordMan! The only intergalactic security I personally trust!”

The cameras suddenly close up, and Vanity sighs and adjusts their hair.

“Look, you wanna keep that follower count up, babe? You gotta play to the viewers a little more! Give them what they want. A little cleverness, a little vulnerability. Do it and I promise you’ll get the V.I.P. treatment! Don’t, and you’ll just go back to being a regular guest. It’s all the same to me, sweetheart.”

Looks like you have a choice to make.

Notes:
1. To achieve celebrity status, you must spend two hours a day live streaming with Vanity Apollonia.

2. Whoever happens to be with you is considered your entourage, unless you decide to pull some stunt to make them as (in)famous as you.

3. Your follower count will go up if you appear ‘real’ to your audience. For some this means actually being genuine. For others this means faking it so well nobody can tell.

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Ⅲ. HOLODECK
CW: potential violence, sexual situations.
Depending on what world you're from, virtual reality may be fairly commonplace, or it may be so far out of the realm of possibility that the idea seems magical. Here it’s the former, with entire rooms devoted to a VR experience that is completely immersive.

Step inside the holodeck and pick from any of the preset scenarios the computer has to offer! Would you like to swash a buckle on a pirate ship? Lead an Elven army? Have relations with a bunch of anthropomorphic animal people? Hey, we’re not judging, just warn for that shit. The computer is also happy to tailor an experience just for you if you tell it what you want! And it’s probably more fun with a friend so grab someone and have a great time!

No matter what scenario you choose, after some time you’ll notice that certain elements from your actual life are sneaking in. Even if you’re in the middle of fighting Godzilla, you’ll find that an important moment from your past has inserted itself into the narrative.

For once you don’t seem to have to do anything about it, but it sure can be embarrassing depending on what memory has decided to shoehorn its way into your leisure time. How you react to it may reveal a lot about your character.

Notes:
1. The memory can be good or bad and it is entirely up to the player’s discretion as to how it interrupts the VR experience. Maybe Godzilla suddenly becomes your mother.

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Ⅳ.PARENTHOOD
CW: disturbing image in link, forcible togetherness.

Even in a nonstop party space station there are moments of quiet. You and someone else are walking down a hallway, maybe, or having a relatively quiet time poolside, or star-gazing at one of the viewing decks. Wherever you are, you come to realise that you are being watched.

A quick look around will reveal that a hideous child-sized humanoid is half hiding nearby, watching you with huge blue eyes. It looks very young and very frightened, and it seems to be drawn to you.

Maybe you try to speak to it. It doesn’t talk back, but it will approach you shyly.

Maybe you ignore it because it’s ugly. It doesn’t seem to care, and will approach you shyly anyway.

The little alien takes one of your hands, and one of your companion’s hands. It still doesn’t speak, but it radiates a mental image of loving parents surrounded by rainbows and hearts.

Congratulations! You’ve just adopted a MAC!

The MAC wants only to eat candy and have fun, which doesn’t sound that bad in theory. In practice the MAC is the most accident prone dumbass you have ever seen in your life. Lucky for it, it seems completely invulnerable to any sort of injury. That luck does not, however, extend to you, so when the MAC accidentally sets a fire or breaks a toilet or blows up a fuse box you could very well be the one taking damage.

The MAC refuses to leave you and your companion alone. It fully expects you to all stay together as a happy family unit. The little guy is freakishly strong, and may physically hold on to the two of you in order to keep you around. He sure loves to hold hands. It must bring him comfort. Or maybe he’s just exchanging long strings of complex proteins for sustenance with you. Either or.

The only way to get rid of the MAC is to find its real parents.

Notes:
1. Maybe you find the parents right away. Maybe it takes days. Weeks. The whole month. You poor bastard.

2. How you treat the MAC will affect the colour of your ScryWatch. So, yes, if you punt it into the sun you probably won’t be rewarded.

Houston, we have a banging playlist!

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Comments

Questions, comments, concerns?

[polymods]

Voice them here!

[unkindled_madness]

Are the preset VR programs from a variety of worlds/would all characters be able to find familiar stories and locations?

How (un)reliable are those holodeck safeties?

[polymods]

Yes, they are from all over and characters could definitely find something they are familiar with.

Extremely unreliable!

Sephiroth | OTA

[unkindled_madness]

I. SLEEP

[The past month has been both physically and emotionally exhausting. He's only caught snatches of sleep here and there, and all those waking hours have been full of unease. The oppressive environment of the station reminding him of where he came from, the newfound certainty of what he isn't, the lingering question of what he is.

He has never sought the luxury of a resort, but nearly any change is welcome now. There is nothing familiar about the plush room he finds for himself, and that's good. This is a room for normal people who are allowed the comfort of material desires. He takes enough time to pull his boots off and make it halfway through braiding his hair, and then he's out.

Sephiroth rarely sleeps this deeply, so if you have ever wanted to draw on his face or touch the forbidden hair... now is your chance.]


II. Celebrity.... entourage?

[The past year has granted Sephiroth a much-desired reprieve from celebrity. He stands out, of course, but he isn't famous among the Travellers. So maybe he's gotten a little out-of-practice at avoiding reporters and media personalities. This Vanity Apollonia person manages to get entirely too close before he recognizes what's happening.

But then that microphone gets shoved in the face of... the person next to him?

Congratulations. Vanity seems to have decided Sephiroth is just your bodyguard. How does it feel to be the VIP?]


III. Holodeck
a) Decisions
[Sephiroth is familiar enough with the concept of virtual reality to understand, essentially, what he's being offered here. Shinra's forays into the technology are comparatively clumsy and limited, but it's the degree of choice that really gives him pause. He's only tested a handful of combat sims. This is... a lot.

Do you already have something in mind? Want to drag Sephiroth along for some fantasy fun? He's already here so surely he'd be amenable.]

b) Wutai
[Given the time to browse, Sephiroth eventually discovers a few programs with names and locations he recognizes. So is he going to load up an interactive version of Loveless? Absolutely not.

No one's ever respected anyone's privacy for holodeck time, the door doesn't even lock while in use, so if you care to walk in on him, you'll find he hasn't loaded one of the narrative programs, but something more scenic. You stand in the foothills of the mountains near the southern end of Wutai. The simulation isn't perfect enough to capture the scent of an out-of-sight ocean on the wind, but it still feels nice. A flock of wild chocobos is grazing in the valley below. The scene is absent camps or other people of any kind. It's just... peaceful.]

((Hit me up at yinza if you want to plot anything. I'm game for him getting dragged around pretty much anywhere, let's have some fun!))

( iii. a )

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki doesn't care much for simulations. it's nothing his illusions cannot do, but he's curious as to the power and ability of this reason. it's dangerous, of course. his mother has warned him about how illusions can fool you, make you sink into that comfort instead of remembering reality. ]

Are you curious?

[unkindled_madness]

[Sephiroth looks up.]

It seems worthy of investigation. There are quite a few locations programmed in.

[Yes, he's curious.]

II

[helpdesk_hero]

[Well fuck. There was David, just minding his own business and going to thank Sephiroth for all the stuff that had happened lately and the support his friend had offered him. In fact, he'd been approaching Sephiroth when he saw his friend about to be harried by someone with the press.

David hated celebrity obsessions. He'd lived under that spotlight for a long time in the last world. And back home there had been Mojoworld, which was an all streaming, all the time sort of thing that had been very awkward to be in the middle of while investigating a death.

There was every reason for David to stay out of the spotlight. Every reason but one.

That reason? Sephiroth was a very private man from what David knew, and he knew how to use that sword of his, even in enclosed spaces. What David did now, the bullet he intended to take for the metaphorical team, he did entirely to try and prevent violence.

But he wasn't expecting the interviewer to turn to him like it was always their plan and shove the microphone in his face. And David looked... panicked. And so he whispered, hopefully too low for the microphone to hear.]

Get me out of here and I'll owe you forever. Whatever you want. Please.

[Then with more volume and the perfect poise of someone used to dealing with the press, he smiled at the interviewer.]

Actually, if you must know Apollonia, I'm actually here on a romantic get away with my dearest and truest. I'd totally love to spill the deets, but at the moment I'm on my way to an appointment at a local jeweler. Got to get a little ice for my love. But it would be terrible if the surprise got ruined, right?

[unkindled_madness]

[Sephiroth is a private man, but he's never assaulted any reporters. ... Well, he's never stabbed any.

Scarlet is the worse assignment.

David's reaction throws him more than the fact that this is happening in the first place, and Sephiroth stares at him. Owe him forever? That's extreme. Reporters are an irritation, not a deadly threat. Thankfully, David's smooth response to Apollonia gives him time to recover.]

Why are you answering? [he asks David in a low voice. Then he fixes Apollonia with a cold look and announces simply:]

We're leaving.

[Since this isn't, apparently, about him, he shoves the microphone back and steps between it and David, nodding for David to get moving.]

I. The Forbidden Hair

[naturaldisasster]

(( ooc: Let me know if this doesn’t work! ))

[ She didn’t expect to feel guilty, stumbling upon him, asleep. Taken out of the context of that medical bay, with all the visceral unease that inspires, he’s just… Some guy. Minding his own business, as far as she could tell. Thus far, nothing about him suggests he deserved the flack she gave him.

Though she expects him to eviscerate her for it (verbally, if not physically) she finishes his braid. Oni’s kept her hair short for almost all of her adult life, but some things you don’t forget. When he wakes, he’ll either find her finishing her self-appointed task or else sitting far enough away so as not to be in his personal space, her rough demeanor completely at odds with the lavish surroundings. ]

I see you took my advice. [ She briefly smirks, fully expecting him to tell her she had nothing to do with it, and, probably, it’d be the truth. ] … It’s not a rat’s nest.

[ This, then, is as close to an apology as he’s going to get from her. ]

[unkindled_madness]

[He would almost appreciate that. Being taken for Just Some Guy.

He begins to rouse while she's at work with his hair, but doesn't fully wake until she's retreated to a safe distance. His first reaction on realizing someone else is in the room is to jolt upright, patting down his shirt to make sure the papers he's been keeping there remain securely tucked away. Then he blinks at her.]

What?

[Her comment makes him look down, noticing the finished braid. He looks... mildly horrified. It's probably a good thing that he left his favorite sword against the wall, out of reach.]

II

[speed_of_snark]

[Is it possible for Northstar to be MORE insufferable than usual? Turns out that yes, yes it is.

He's spent most of his life as a celebrity. Not movie-star levels, no, but as a famous athlete. The camera loves him. He loves the camera. So the very moment that microphone is put in his face he lights up. (Almost literally.)]

Mmm, honestly it's my first time here. We simply must try everything there is to try here!

[Vanity nods a lot and gestures to Sephiroth.]

Oh, ouais, he's with me. Never go anywhere without him. My second best bodyguard, you know. If you need an autograph you may speak to him first.

[He looks at Sephiroth with a cheeky grin.]

Thank god you're photogenic.

[unkindled_madness]

[While Sephiroth is grateful not to be the center of attention, the feeling is short-lived. Jean-Paul did not need to say anything to include him in whatever farce this is.

He returns the grin with a cool look.]

I don't know this man.

[Gasps! Sadly no one seems to take that for the truth but instead some juicy hint of behind-the-scenes drama. Jean-Paul what have you done to offend your bodyguard? Is there a rivalry between him and the first best bodyguard??]

David Alleyne | Marvel Comics | OTA

[helpdesk_hero]

I. Network - OTA
[Not long after the station changes David can't help himself. He's... Frustrated to have all of this happen. Because... Well, because his warning came stupidly late.]

Sooooo I guess my warnings about not going to the temple because MUTHER was protecting us is pretty useless now, huh? And all those warnings I was given about aliens on the lower levels, also useless. Because OF Fucking Course. That's just how it goes I guess.


IIa. Just Say No To Influence - OTA
Invasive stalking of people for the purpose of 'content creation'? Yeah, David wasn't a fan. Sure he'd built his life up as that of a celebrity back in the last world, but this? This was horrible. He hated it. Hard pass and all that jazz. This? This felt too much like Mojoworld. Far too much like it.

To the point where David was keeping his attention on those people that Apollonia was ambushing. At the first hint of discomfort, he slipped through the crowd to put himself between the broadcaster and his victim.

"I'm sorry, sir, but my client has no comment for you today. They're here on vacation, just like anyone else. We ask you to respect that. If you have questions, please get in touch with my office."

He does good agent, when he really wants to. Just channels the one that he had put between himself and the Antiquities Channel.


IIb. Influencer? Please Not Again - Open to 1
The problem with drawing attention to himself so often to stand between awkward levels of invasiveness and other people was that it was getting him noticed as well. Which, you know, fuck. Worst part was that this time Apollonia wasn't going to let him off easily. The man had brought an entourage of his own, and cornered him with them. Great, a throng of people. And David? David looked highly uncomfortable.

"So, Davino my dear, you've been avoiding questions all week. Come on, babe, give us the dish. You said you were shopping for a love. Tell us all the deets."


IIIa. Holodeck Knows What You Miss - OTA
All he wanted was some peace, and it had been a while since he'd had that. So David had started up one of the more mundane Holodeck programs. Apparently even in space there was Jazz. And jazz? Beautiful fucking stuff. It was easy to boot up a program to run, involving a wonderful little club with old fashioned wood paneling, dark lights, and yeah, even alcohol.

Listening to live jazz was just as much about environment as anything else, after all.

Good news: David wasn't the greedy sort of person that would hold a holodeck unit for a program like this and bar people from joining him. So there was no lock down for that, a note that would be available at the deck's access point. Weird news: David had set the program up to only have himself, the waiter (a very attractive young man with silver-white hair and a runner's body because David missed his people from back home), and the live band performing before him. Bad news: There was no way someone was entering without his notice because of this. Not that he turned to regard anyone as they opened the door to enter.


IIIb. Holodeck Date Night - Closed to Hawks
Hawks, meet me outside of Holodeck 7A after you eat dinner tonight. There's something I want to show you.

David had sent the message early in the morning, after reserving the holodeck for the whole day. Most of his time had been spent in the room with no projections on, his hands on the floor, his eyes closed. The whole point had been to do all he could to create a program that showed Hawks what he wanted his boyfriend to see. It took piecing together portions of a lot of different standing simulations, a lot of work from memory, and pushing the absolute limits of his technopathy.

All to create something beautiful. Something that he was proud of when he walked out into the hall to wait for his boyfriend. It was time to share Krakoa with a man who, David though, would quite enjoy it.


[Reach out to <user name="churbooseanon" site="plurk.com" to plot something else. I'm basically cool for anything that isn't prompt IV].

IIIb

[nanban]

Hawks hasn't had much chance to look at the holodeck yet when David invites him. (He's also maybe been busy doing celebrity stuff, which at least he understands how to do. It's hard to hide when you have a huge wingspan.) He's immediately curious when he gets the message, though.

He texts back his agreement, and that evening he makes his way to Holodeck 7A to meet David. It hasn't occurred to him that David can manipulate the holodeck with his technopathy, but...right! That's a thing!

"Hey. I've been wondering all afternoon what you're up to with this," he says with a grin.

[helpdesk_hero]

There he was. David smiled and reached out for Hawks's hand.

"I want to show you something. Something important to me. My home. I've been trying to make the program all day."

I. Network

[naturaldisasster]

Was that… A voice? Coming out of her wrist? Luckily she isn’t so preoccupied with wondering what the actual fuck is going on that she can’t process what he’s saying.

“Because of fucking course,” she repeats, her grin evident in her voice even if he can’t see her face. It’s annoying and, sure, someone could have died but, to her knowledge, no one has. “Ain’t that the way it goes? You almost have to laugh at it.” Still, it’s the thought that counts.

IIIa. Jazz baby jazz

[extrasensory_problems]

Carter had been passing by the holodeck when his senses went off, not his telepathic senses oh no, his jazz and cuddle buddy senses. He punches the button to open the door and immediately smiles when he sees David.

"Jazz!" He exclaims and saunters over to David, flopping down into the chair next to him and slinging an arm around his shoulders. "Sweet life giving Jazz!!"

I

[speed_of_snark]

But tell us how you REALLY feel, David.

Deadpool | OTA -- Yes, even you can MAC on him, even though he thought he was talking to Roxy.

[what_fourth_wall]

II. The TRUE Fifth Element

Deadpool is just strolling around, appreciating the chaos of more people, when a microphone is shoved in his face. Honestly, that's pretty amazing too. Last month was quiet, and that was fine, he found a way to entertain himself, but he's a guy who thrives when there are more people around. After all, no people, nobody to get a fun reaction out of. MUTHER only went so far, and now she is gone. Just like a MUTHER, really. She won't be getting any Mother's Day cards from HIM.

"I have a Tommy Gun up my butt. Again. This time Kyle helped me put it there."

When the cameras shut off and the reporter seems disappointed, Deadpool is honestly surprised. If that didn't impress, then what would? Oh wait...this was probably one of those situations where the guy would've said that no matter what to prompt ever more insane responses.

"Right, right, get those camera's back on!!! I'll dish more dirt on Kyle's sex life! And mine!!"

The cameras go back up...and Deadpool does a strip tease. Because why not? The audience loves wild things. It keeps them talking. And once he is naked, he finds Chris Rock and slaps the shit out of him. As long as those cameras are on him, he's going do do the most outrageous things for the views, the likes, the hates. GIVE HIM ALLLLLL THE ATTENTION.

IV. Well, this Mac Certainly Loses the Apple vs PC Debate...

"Oh dang. Roxy. We've had a BABY!!! It is BEAUTIFUL!!! I'm going to keep it forever and traumatize it by having sex in front of it constantly!!! I've always wanted a kiddo! It has your eyes!!! And my...well...literally everything else!! Look, my baby batter is strong, okay. I'm sorry. I can't help it."

The MAC looks...uncertain. This is definitely not how this tends to play out. Perhaps it made a poor choice of parents.

IV. Obviously ;)

[gravity_grrl]

Strangely this isn't the first time Roxy has adopted a creature, for a while she had an interdimensional green monkey rat thing called Qeelocke as a pet, which is probably why when the MAC gives her a sad little look she doesn't think twice, she just hoists it up into her arms.

"Have you really always wanted a kid?" She asks Wade, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Oni Girard | ota

[naturaldisasster]

IIa. Screaming Internally

Why are there so many people? Throngs of them, milling about the station as if certain death weren’t lurking in the lower levels. Where did they all come from? Not one of them appears to be crushed, emotionally or physically, under the oppressive weight of their past sins. The flashy lights of glitzy casinos leave her head pounding, and her ears are ringing from the music constantly blaring out of whatever the pandimensional arcade’s version of Dance Dance Revolution is— Oh, shit. They have BTS? Hang on a moment...

Far from giving her a wide berth, tourists kept stopping her for selfies? She’s even received a few indecent proposals (which her Scrywatch saw fit to translate for her, so, you know… Thanks for that.) Apparently, if you ignored her scars, her face strongly resembled that of some intergalactic pop sensation? The darling of the known universe. Her case of mistaken identity is all the more obvious when Vanity Apollonia pops up out of nowhere, but her thinning patience has already been sorely tested.

Say something to those fifty billion pairs of ears out there!

Oni tap-tap-taps the microphone. Is this thing on? Then she leans in real close, Apollonia looking on expectantly, practically holding their breath…

“Get bent,” she growls, brusquely shoving the staff out of her face, but they will not be deterred so easily. Very soon, she’s going to reach the point where she’s punting those spherical drones into a wall.

IIb. Paparazzi

Say what you will about Oni: She’s an obnoxious little shit, vulgar, crass, and as stubborn as the day is long. But when she sees what is clearly someone getting a raw deal from Apollonia and their small army of cameras, she intervenes.

“Knock it off, or I’ll personally cram this mic so far up your urethra, you’ll be pissin’ in stereo.”

III. Hologram? How about Hologlam? (No, not really.)

The scene inside the holodeck is of rolling hills, dotted with clumps of trees. The ground is completely cloaked in snow, with more falling by the second— Sometimes in a blinding squall, or else with great big flakes that seem to float down forever, suspended in midair. The peace is broken by a snowball, thrown by Oni, who laughs like some unhinged wild-woman and runs away, probably in search of more ammunition.

Let’s turn this hologram into a holocan!

Quentin Quire | Marvel 616 | OTA

[quire]

Ⅰ. PARADISE

When the station changed Quentin, like everyone, braced for impact. But this was a welcome turn of events. Especially so for a boy who's no stranger to living the highlife when he can get his hands on it.

Settled in a ridiculously posh room with a vista that stretches out across an impressive nebula he seem right at home and can be found strolling the corridors in a robe like with a drink in hand like he owns the place.

"I was made for intergalactic luxury."

Ⅱ. INFLUENCER

No stranger to reality TV, Quentin's basically streaming all the time now. A camera follows him everywhere, propelled by his own telekinesis so of course it knows how to get all the right angles. He talks to it constantly, like it's a friend that follows him around. Depending on who you are you might find this annoying, or invasive, or just plain stupid, but his following count cannot be denied.

"Day... 387? Is that right? To be honest I wasn't counting. If someone knows the right answer to that— with proof— drop it in the chat. I'd love to know. For science. Anyway, someone gave me a list of some secret menu drinks to try to get the ship's computer to make. I'm going to try at least a half dozen of them today. If you're from whatever part of the multi-verse these things hail from enlighten me to their chemical properties, would you?"

Ⅲ. HOLODECK

He's often streaming live from the holodeck too. This time he's conjured up a beautiful island paradise. But what started off as getting some sun in a hammock with a side of bar service has turned into telekinetic target practice thanks at the whims of his followers.

He psionically creates whatever firearms the crowd wants just to show off what kind of power he can wield. Exploding coconuts has presently kept him distracted enough from other things— like the fact that the trees here are now growing Krakoan flowers, the steep cliffs of The Pointe have sprung up on the horizon and the tropical forest around him is brimming with the kind of weird, other-worldly wildlife native to Krakoa and the Savage Land. Like dinosaurs for one.

II

[kyley_b]

Kyle does not enjoy the life of an influencer. He does not even approve of the idea of it; of putting your whole life online, of commodifying your personality and turning yourself into a product. He hates it.

He's not shocked that Quentin feels differently, but he IS unpleasantly surprised by how MUCH Quentin throws himself into it.

He wasn't, for example, expecting to wake up in the morning, roll over in their huge shared hotel bed, and come face to face with Quentin talking to thousands of people. He'd actually locked the bathroom door while he showered and brushed his teeth.

He's walking down the hall when he sees his boyfriend. Frowning, Kyle crosses his arms and leans against the wall, waiting for him to go on by.

Carter Ghazikhanian| Marvel 616 (adult au) | OTA

[extrasensory_problems]

Ⅲ. HOLODECK:

When he originally programmed the holodeck Carter had just been trying to find a way to relax, his nerves feeling a little fried after having to use his powers last month to actually kill an alien, something that was necessary but has left a bitter taste in his mouth. So the holodeck had seemed like a good idea and he had selected a nice soothing nature option, unconsciously programming it to be the park he used to visit near the hospital when he was young. So it's really no surprise when he, and whoever he is with, suddenly hear footsteps approaching them.

"I thought I would find you here." A soft female voice says and Carter turns, his eyes going wide.

"....Mom?!!"

Ⅳ.PARENTHOOD:

"Oh god....why?"

Carter asks as he looks down at the strange little humanoid creature that is tugging on his hand, looking up at him with it's horrible huge eyes and making wet gurgling noises.

"Why does it sound so wet??" Carter asks whoever is unlucky enough to now be co-parenting the MAC with him.

PARENTHOOD

[kyley_b]

"I dunno," Kyle replies. He's studying the alien child carefully, looking faintly disgusted. It's not the first alien he's ever seen - far from it, actually - but it's definitely one of the most offputting. It doesn't help that it refuses to let go of his hand.

"Dude, I think it thinks we're its parents."