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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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."

[nanban]

Hawks takes David's hand without hesitation. It's still weird to be allowed to without worrying about image and things, but it's good, too.

"Your home? You programmed it to show your home? Wow. What's it called, where you're from?"

[helpdesk_hero]

"It took hours," David confirmed, punching in the open command on the holodeck and leading Hawks into the construction.

The door opened onto a platform atop a large tower of metal that loomed over a beautiful landscape. All around was a thick jungle, sometimes with other structures visible, and even low mountains. The platform itself was almost large enough for several helicopters to land on, and the middle of it had an opening that dove down through the center to a garden below, and left a deep interior staircase visible.

"This is the Boneyard, the headquarters of X-Factor on Krakoa. They're my team."

Beautiful tropical birds flew by, even at this height, and birdsong filled the air. In the distance another figure, a man with red hair and wings as red as Hawks' was chasing a young woman who was flying through some other unseen method.

[nanban]

Hawks follows David into the holodeck, and…wow. It's incredible, so lifelike and detailed. Hawks is pretty sure he wouldn't have the patience to recreate either Tokyo or Kyushu in such detail. Sure, he remembers them, but to program the holodeck to bring something like this to life, it's…

"Amazing," he says, staring into the distance. He catches sight of the man flying and his eyes go wide. He doesn't know very many other people who have wings back home. (Okay, he doesn't know any, not like himself.)

"Are those people on your team?!" He asks excitedly, pointing at them.

[helpdesk_hero]

David smiled at Jay's flying figure. In the distance Jay waved, and David raised a hand in greeting too.

"There are a lot of flying mutants, but that one? That's Jay Guthrie. We were on a team together in high school. Mutant history is a complex thing, so he's only about eighteen at the moment. His powers are flight, his wings heal him, and he sings like a bird. Well, not exactly like a bird, but he can harmonize with himself and all that."

He hadn't bothered to program in Warren or some of the other winged mutants. Just Jay. And of course Sofia, the other figure, flew too, but she was aerokinetic.

"A lot of people I know fly actually."

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.

[helpdesk_hero]

[That's a new voice. David sighs.]

Yeah, I've given up on laughing over this. I'm too tired.

[naturaldisasster]

[ It sure is, unfortunately. ]

I’m sure you noticed the glorified sardine cans have been upgraded. I don’t reckon anyone would fault you for getting some shut eye.

[helpdesk_hero]

I spent most of my time last month sleeping off something really bad. I'm not going to nap right now.

[naturaldisasster]

[ That gives her pause. She weighs her words a little more carefully. ]

Is that somethin’ you maybe wanna talk about…?

[helpdesk_hero]

[Really? With a stranger? Why would he do that?]

I've already covered it. It was part of what happened by trying to push into MUTHER's systems.

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!!"

[helpdesk_hero]

Those are some very serious powers, Carter. Like, wow. You sure that isn't your true mutant gift?

"They've got seventeen different programs of it," David said, grinning and leaning against the cuddle buddy. "I've been in here for almost an hour. It's been heaven."

[extrasensory_problems]

"Oh man, I love it already." He says, giving David a little squeeze as he leans against him. "I could use a little bit of fun and relaxing, last month me and Kyle nearly died.........uh again."

"I'm starting to think we're cursed when we hang out or something."

[helpdesk_hero]

"Don't do that," David chided, his voice soft. "I heard about the aliens. I wish I'd been there to help, but I was knocked out by MUTHER more or less."

Cursed is probably true, but David doesn't think that needs pointed out

[extrasensory_problems]

"I'm trying." He says and motions for the attractive waiter to come take his order, which of course is bourbon on the rocks. He's a classic kind of guy.

"I had to crush both of the aliens with my brain, which made me feel like shit."

[helpdesk_hero]

"Yeah, I can only imagine. I mean, I was basically on the receiving end of it with MUTHER. But I'm glad you're safe, Carter. Seriously."

He sips his own drink and sighs contentedly as the music slithers toward a burst of frenetic energy. He loves parts like this.

"This makes me feel so alive."

I

[speed_of_snark]

But tell us how you REALLY feel, David.

[helpdesk_hero]

[For that sass, you get your own sass right back Mister Boss Man.]

Like I want to take Hawks to my holodeck simulation of the Tower, and fuck on your bed. <3

[speed_of_snark]

That's fine, I nailed Logan on yours. <3

[helpdesk_hero]

I don't buy it at all, JP.

[speed_of_snark]

you're right, I don't know how to program these dumb things.

[helpdesk_hero]

Technopathy and a familiarity with the Danger Room is a blessing.