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✖ 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.
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.
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.
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.
Houston, we have a banging playlist!
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!
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.
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.
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.
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If Roxy had long hair the MAC would absolutely be pulling it, eating it, maybe even accidentally choking itself with it because it's not a smart creature. One wonders how it even managed to live to the age it is right now....
Her eyes open a bit wide when Wade asks if she wants to have his babies and she blushes, "I...well I mean....I mostly have such intense orgasms because you're an amazing sex partner darling. But I guess...yeah, maybe sometimes I think about you and me having a family."
She admits and then suddenly the MAC headbutts Wade, maybe in protest, because it is the baby in this situation gosh darn it!
"Hey, nooo. Bad...uh...does this thing have a name?" She asks and then gently jostles the MAC, "Should we name it?"
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When she comments on his prowess as a lover, he grins. Yeah, that makes him feel good. He rubs his chin, still grinning. It's just great to see her blush as well. Making her feel good made him feel good. Wade was nothing if not extremely honest and blunt in all things. Yeah, he was insane and that insanity flowed out of his mouth all the time, but it was honest insanity.
"Hey, aww, that's a way more romantic way to put it! I was just trying to catch you in a kink." He pauses and frowns. "But...I'd make a terrible dad. I'm bad at responsibility and consequences."
He glances down at the MAC. "What about Bill Gates?"
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"Darlin, you should know by now you don't have to catch me in a kink." She purrs in his ear as she nuzzles his neck. "I'll happily give you a detailed list of them."
"And don't worry, for as much as I think a family together would be nice and fuzzy I realize that it's logically a bad idea. I'm not exactly mother material so....you know."
When Wade looks down at the MAC and suggests the name 'Bill Gates' it makes a horrible gurgling noise and headbutts him again.
"Hrmn. Guess he doesn't like that name." Roxy says and pokes the MAC in it's gross distended belly. "What about something cuter like...urmm...Gible?"
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The MAC is squished between them, but it hardly seems to mind. However, it somehow manages to be angled in just such a way as to be maximally uncomfortable as its angles press into their soft spots.
Due to that, he can only hold her close before pulling back. However, the look he gives her is thoughtful and a little sad. "It's pretty obvious that I'm terrible dad material, but you...you would make an amazing mom. If you wanted to be. The same things that made me fall for you when I was stubbornly trying not to would be things that would be awesome for a kiddo."
He swears as the MAC headbutts him again. They really have to work on that terrible communication skill.
"But you're a MAC...named Bill Gates...how can you not love that irony?!?" He rubs his chest where the bony head hit him. "Huh...you mean like..Studio Ghibli? I guess he is a weird but creative animated creature in a funky psychedelic world..."
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"Aw that's so sweet of you to say." She says and kisses him again before narrowly avoiding getting hit by the MAC when he hits Wade.
"I meant the pokemon but hey, studio Ghibli works too."
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He frowns at the MAC, having similar thoughts to her. Since they officially kicked things off, either when they first slept together or in that air duct when they talked about it in the mall, his appetite for her has been insatiable. If anything, if she's wanted any nights off, she's had to tell him, and if she did, he definitely respected her wishes...but still cuddled pretty hard.
"Well, even if we wanna keep this thing, we gotta find a way to put it back in my Pokeballs. It's kinda harshing the cuddle vibe, no offense little guy."
The MAC farts in response. It is truly wretched. Clearly it does not agree.
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"Oh god!" She exclaims when the MAC farts, "It smells like something crawled up its butt and died!"
She puts the little guy back down on the ground where he immediately takes her hand and then Wade's, toddling between them happily.
"So what should we do with him? Take him to play on one of the holodeck things?"
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Deadpool stumbles away, gagging but managing to keep it down. It's pretty easy, because it's not like this place has had the most amazing food. Sure, he ate like a king a little while back when he was tripping balls, but who knows what he was really shoving down his throat?
"ooooOOOh! That's a great idea!! Even if we can't find his real mom and dad, we can have the holodeck make one up for him!!"
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"You're lucky I have no gag reflex..." She says with a smile once he's managed to not throw up in his mask and then steers them towards the holodecks down the hall.
"That's also a good idea, that way he can show us what they look like. I mean, one would assume they look like him but you never know with aliens..."
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He looks at the MAC appraisingly. The holodeck being a way for it to show them what its parents look like is not an angle he had considered, and it's brilliant. Roxy is brilliant. He nods as they walk, agreeing and approving of the creativity.
"From one prompt into the next then!!! Let's go STAR TREK IT UP, TREKKIE BITCHES!!!" He pauses. "Not to be confused with the subs at Trekkie cons. And no judgment or kink shaming. But I'm also not inviting Trekkie bitches into the holodeck with us."
Somehow, the Mac managed to activate whatever the Siri equivalent is on this station - probably MUTHER but MUTHER isn't speaking to anyone right now - and it caught just the last bit of his words, "invite...trekkie bitches into the holodeck...". And naturally, somehow, through some absurd combination of random touch button presses that lined up just right, sent it out to just the right lists of people. It is now known that there is a Trekkie bitch party in the holodeck happening right now.
So in effect, Deadpool did just invite them to the holodeck.
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"You've got kinks on the brain today, darlin." She teases as they enter the holodeck, not noticing that the MAC has fiddled with some of the buttons to activate the station's Siri.
"Which we can explore later tonight but for right now..." She says and then turns to the MAC, "But for right now how about you show us what your real parents look like huhn? Can you do that? Are they tall like us or your size?"
The MAC looks up at her for a moment and then waves its arms around and hoots.
"Uh...I think that means tall?"
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As if responding to the MAC's hoot as though it were a language, the holodeck starts to populate. It's suddenly a jungle planet with a variety of wildlife sounds. When the MAC hoots again, more things appear, although it's not the thing's parents.
Meanwhile, they hear the door to the holodeck start to open and close multiple times, and people in Star Trek uniforms start wandering around the jungle like it's an exotic meet and greet. They seem to be...awfully...flirty..with one another...
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When the holodeck doors open and people start coming in she looks confused, and when they start groping each other she looks even more confused and a little shocked.
"What the hell?" She asks and then squeaks as one of the red shirts pinches her ass and leers at her. "Hey! Watch yer hands buddy!"
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"Huh...so is this...a home planet scenario?"
The thing about even holodeck MACs is they are equally as prone to getting into trouble. Suddenly, the entire area is a huge danger zone of stirred up hornets nests (or things that look like hornets, kind of, okay they have scary stingers and they fly), falling branches, tripwire vines, animals startled into stampeding, and plenty of other horrible luck things.
Meanwhile, the Trekkies looking for some fun dom/sub play are also in the mix, and one pinches Roxy's ass. THAT gets Deadpool's attention, and he glares but stops short of punching the guy.
"Hey Roxy, are you the type that likes your guy to defend your honor in a highly aggressive show of masculinity and possessiveness that you could perceive as romantic, ooorrrrr do you prefer the kind of guy who respects your ability to handle the situation yourself and doesn't resort to violence to defend your honor?"
As they speak, the MACs are interacting with the Trekkies in increasingly graphic ways. Unfortunately, the horrible luck and trouble are in high form, up to and including one guy who was about to get lucky now running by, or stumbling, screaming, "MY DICK, SOMEONE TRIPPED OVER ONE OF THESE THINGS AND BROKE MY DICK, AAHHHH!!"
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"Highly aggressive show of masculinity and possessiveness that I will totally perceive as romantic and will get me all hot and bothered." She purrs at him, and then adds. "Just no killing."
CW: Nonconsentual MAC sex
"B-but you invited us to a Trekkie Bitch party!!"
"DOES SHE LOOK LIKE A TREKKIE?"
"Well, she could definitely cosplay as-" But then Deadpool has decked him and kicked his stumbling body off into a pile of MACS which immediately dogpile him. His wails are loud and traumatized.
"NOT LIKE THIS, NOT LIKE THIIIIIS...I WAS NEVER HOT AND BOTHERED BY EPISODE 37 OF TOS..."
Deadpool looks back at Roxy with a shrug. "Well, it's not killing at least? Unless you count his soul..."
Meanwhile, their MAC is cooing and happily cozying up to two other Holodeck MACs and they look like the perfect awkward family unit. "Hey, I think our little guy has finally imagined his actual parents..."
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"My hero." She says and wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, when he points out that the MAC has finally imagined his parents she glances over and smiles. "Awww look at that, they look kind of cute. Well I mean like, if a family of boiled pork can look cute."
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And besides, that guy had been a creep who didn't get consent. To the MACs who culturally did not have such a thing as consent for him! Yes, we just referenced a MAC culture. What, you thought because they were a super awkward plot device they didn't have culture? For shame!!
"Hey, you know, I bet if we snuck out this would work. No rule saying that the parents have to be non-holodeck for the detachment to work. Also, the weird nerdy Trekky dom/sub/MAC sounds are getting..uh...to be a lot. I don't kinkshame, but damn. I'm feeling a little awkward now... Also, good luck to anyone coming in here after all this. This whole place will need to be sterilized, and I haven't seen any janitors around here..."
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"Great idea! We can just leave him in here for a bit to play and if we see his real parents we'll tell them where to find him! It's like a fully automated babysitter, with a few additional Trekkie pals to play with."
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He doesn't resist her at all as they book it out of there. But as they do, he says, "Hey, now we can do the inverted babymoon, where you're not preggers, we have no kid, and we can just get super freaky in one of these unused space dorm rooms."
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"Sounds like a plan to me, handsome!" She says and playfully bites at his neck, "Giddup! Full speed ahead to somewhere, anywhere you can ravish me!"