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].
David Alleyne | Marvel Comics | 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].