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Supergreen.

✖ 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!

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.

Houston, we have a banging playlist!

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Kyle is a little irritated that Quentin's touch actually DOES get him to relax a little. Goddammit.

"Whatever," he mutters, going faintly pink.

He doesn't think for a second that Quentin might actually have a space-age OnlyFans. More fool him, really.

"So these are exclusive drinks?" he asks, interested in spite of himself.

Quentin beams when a little positive attention makes him blush. Even if his boyfriend looks like he's actively trying not to loosen up about it.

"You heard the man folks. Whatever," he says. "Ok no one wants to see us get supplies and walk up and down these long ass corridors so we'll be back in a bit for this unsupervised and unadvisable experiment. Like, subscribe, start spamming me with your nasty drink suggestions you filthy little intergalatic despots. I've got promo codes for anyone who's drink recos we use. Baiiii."

And with that his devices comes speeding back to his hand. By the time he pockets it the ambient screens have mostly swapped to something else.

""Exclusive? No I think anyone can make them so long as you know what to ask the computer for. Like if some other dimension doesn't have an Jager Bomb they'd never think to ask for it. Or. Wait. Do you mean like exclusive content? Nah, it's just regular. Kisses and hot stuff. That's exclusive."

Quentin performs that inane influencer patter so effortlessly that Kyle can't help but be just a little impressed in spite of how much he hates it. He's happy when the feed clicks off, relaxing and taking Quentin's hand.

He's about to speak when understanding crashes through.

"Hot stuff?!" he squeaks, face red. "There's no hot stuff! I. God! We can have drinks on camera, fine, but we're not doing hot stuff!"

He really does seem like he's operating on autopilot to do this stuff and he's clearly shameless about it too.

Apart from those practiced little call-outs and vocabulary that would only apply to the platform he really doesn't changed much, if at all, on or off the camera. The boy has a habit of proselytizing even when no one's listening after all.

He squeezes Kyle's hand just in time to like if he hadn't he'd ben peeling Kyle off the ceiling.

"Okokokok! It's cool! You're naturally hot! You don't have to do any thing extra! Besides, I put anything R rated behind such an unattainable paywall no one's ever going to put together that kind of skrilla just to get at my nudes. And of course I wouldn't put you in it without your consent! Looklooklook, allll your sexy pics are in a whole other folder that's not even on the cloud. No sharsies. Promise."

"What?! I'm not worried about BEING hot-- okay. Well. A little. I meant like-- wait you have sexy pics of me?!"

Is he having a minor meltdown? Yes. But he keeps walking at least?

"You have nudes?! Why haven't I seen nudes?!"

"Kyyyllle," he tightens the crook of his arm to drag his boyfriend closer and kiss his face. "You're supes hot. Of course I have sexy pics of you. A couple that you sent me. Mostly though whatever snaps I take around our room. I have one of you trying to unknot one of those fluffy bathrobes that's just adorable."

"Because you're never on your phone!" he chirps. "You're literally the only person with administrative access to all of my streams and albums. You can have nudes! Babe. Please," he stops mid stride to drag Kyle in to face him and frames the man's face in his hands. "You've got as much or as little access to me as you want, but always more than everyone else."

Kyle falters, indignation collapsing in on itself the moment Quentin frames his face like that.

"Oh," he says, feeling a little stupid. He leans forward enough to kiss Quentin's lips shyly, starting to smile.

"Sorry. I'm just not used to--"

There's a rush of hushed exclamations as some of Quentin's new fans spot them.

Kyle sighs. "Drinks. Drinks might help me deal with your sudden fame."

"It's fine, babe," He smiles brightly when Kyle seems to come around on the idea. Even despite a few on lookers. He narrows his eyes when he becomes aware of them those soft kisses becoming decidedly unchaste.

The attention positively energizes him. This is a fine way to live. He's as convinced of that as any of his great ideas. "Let's go see what the replicator has for us. This isn't the first time I've done reality TV you know? This is the first time I've got to be my own producer on it though. So that's nice. You wanna famous too? C'mon we can cultivate a whole thing for you if you want. It's really as it looks."

It's hard not to kiss back, because Quentin knows exactly how to kiss him. Not for the first time, Kyle considers that he may never be able to date a human again.

"I wouldn't know what to cultivate," Kyle admits.

"You seem pretty much like yourself so far."

Stopping by the kitchen and lounge on their way back to their room, Quentin sidles up to the replicator— or so he keeps calling it— and scrolls through his phone to look for suggestions before he orders up a few things: Slurm. Scumble. Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters. Something called Mudder's Milk that makes him kind of suspect. He offers the list to Kyle to pick a few of his own.

"Well, I've done this before. And honestly. It's kind of just taking one of the voices out of my head and filtering it through my mouth.. Which I do a lot anyway. It's hard not to talk to myself a lot of the time. But that doesn't mean you have to be you. It's drama. You can be whoever you want. Be whoever you've maybe wanted to be. It's fun. Trying on personalities like hats."

Kyle picks out a Ruddy Bottom and some S'more Schnapps, which is one he recognizes.

"Yeah, you do tend towards running monologues," Kyle muses, somehow ignoring the fact that he himself is prone to giving speeches.

"I think my personality is just fine," he says stubbornly. It's a sentiment liable to change once he starts seeing viewcounts and likes.

"...can I fix my hair before you turn the feed back on?" he asks once they're stocked up with beverages. He hurries to their massive en suite to do just that, moderately embarrassed that he's buying into this.

He sits back beside Quentin with a sigh. "I look okay?"

"Uck. These names. Some of these better be tastier than they sound," he mutters.

He starts looking for a way to pack up their spread and when it doesn't immediately present itself telekinesis comes in handy. All of that effort is instantly paused when Kyle defends his personality.

"Hey. Whoa. Pump the brakes," he says hanging his hands on Kyle's shoulders. "Your personality is just fine. It's half the reason I got such an instant mega crush on you the firs time you tried to fight me. But I need you to understand; real, sustainable personalities are not what people tune in for. You get what I mean?"

In their room Quentin just smiles at him while he fixes his hair. It looks perhaps more intentional now, but he still thinks it looks just as good as it did a moment ago. "You look friggin amazing, Kyle. Especially when you're sitting, I don't read as so short next to you," he teases.

His phone settles in front of them but for now the feed remains dark. "Seriously, babe. You look great. They're gonna love you."

Edited 2022-04-17 04:48 (UTC)

"I dunno, Slurm sounds pretty good."

Kyle visibly perks up. "Instant mega crush, really?" he asks, grinning. "And it sounds like you're telling me to be fake."

He snorts and kisses the top of Quentin's head. "I like your height," he tells him.

"Right. Love me."

Half of him wants to return to his sulking opposition to this entire endeavor. Another part of him thinks he can play along... and tank the whole thing. He's not above a little sabotage.

A very small part of him does want to be like, but he's ignoring that.

"You drink the Slurm first then," he says pulling a face.

"No, no, I don't mean that either..." he says shaking his head like he's trying to follow the thread of what he does mean to bring some clarity to this. "I'm saying what you want the masses to like about you and what they will like about you might be different things. It doesn't mean you're not the things they don't want you for. And it doesn't mean you're only the things they want. And you have to kind of... remember that. Or you give them the power to tell you who you are." Somewhere in there a salient point might be buried. Quentin would be wise to heed it himself.

He drags the coffee table closer to the sofa— the drinkware rattling precariously as it all moves at once.

"Kay, babe. Live in 3, 2, Annnd welcome back deep-space delinquents. This is Quentin and Kyle's guide to this vessels most drinkable mistakes. You know it dawned on me sometime between here and the caf— we're going to need some kind of baseline for judging the various effects of these substances on things like cogency, motorskills, balance etc. So we're going to be drinking and talking and playing what looks like an off brand version of Destiny 2. Don't forget to turn on my biometrics feed if you want to be some kind of science pervert about it.

"Ok Kyle. What have we got here. What are you starting with? What am I starting with? You said something about the Slur which sounds weirdly sexual to me."

Edited 2022-04-17 06:17 (UTC)

Quentin frequently comes off as a shallow dick with no interest outside of himself, but a closer inspection of the man reveals an incredibly savvy person. His quick explanation of media perosona is accurate, and Kyle finds himself nodding and chewing his lip.

And then they're live again, and Kyle snorts at the term 'science pervert.'

"Uhm," he says, feeling awkward already. "Yeah, I'll try the Slurm. Shut up, everything sounds sexual to you." He picks up the bottle and studies the label, frowning.

"'It's highly addictive,'" he reads. "Huh. Okay. Uhm, well, it looks like Mountain Dew." He unscews the cap, sniffs cautiously, and sips. Kyle grimace right away.

"Oh fuck, dude, it's like Mountain Dew and Redbull both came in a bottle. You'll probably love it."

This is the enigma of Quentin Quire. Superficiality with intention. Plumbing the depths of what it means to be shallow.

He beams and throws a knowing glance to his camera. The eat it up when the conversation gets rowdy or even skirts the edges of anything sexual. As evidenced by the slew of reactions that start out this feed.

He feigns a gasp and checks out the label himself. "Oh that does sound like my jam. I could be into this. Very very into this. Green isn't really my colour any more— but it used to be. Did you know that? Before I died that time."

The chat pings with interested questions he pointedly ignores.

"So where would you put it?" he says whipping out a little dry erase board. "On a scale of Never-Again to Can-I-Get-It-In-a-High-Colonic. Write it down and show them but don't tell me! We'll compare notes when I've had a taste," he says reaching for the can.

Kyle is trying to ignore the feed, hoping it will help him act more naturally. Or something.

"Green, really?" he asks as he hands off the bottle. "I think you mentioned a more purple-y tone? But not green, no." He studies Quentin, smiling in spite of himself.

"Green's one if my favourite colours."

He takes the whiteboard and hums, tapping the pen on his chin. "So, out of ten?" He considers, then jots down a four and shows the feed.

"He says not to tell him like he can't read my mind," Kyle says dryly.

"Yeah, the pink was purplier before— but that was hair. I mean like... aura. My psionics. They were green when I was a kid. Then I came back a changed man!" he announces when he remembers the feed— the opposite of Kyle he finds himself forgetting this isn't merely the two of them enjoying a stupid afternoon of mischief. There's a crowd to entertain here.

"You look good in green." He hasn't noticed yet, but the viewership tends to change a little when it's just him and Kyle.

Quentin snorts and turns a glare on him— "You have NO idea the kind of willpower it takes to not be reading your mind constantly. You're welcome." he sulks a bit for show and throws back a drink of Slurm.

"Oh, you're right this is so my steeze. And how much caffeine? Folks, if all these drinks are like new-fav Slurm I'm going to have a real problem ever leaving this ship. 8? 9? Dare I say 10 out of 10? No. No. 9. There's got to be room for something more— I'm an optimist like that. What did you put it at?? Four? They're telling me four?" he gestures to the screen incredulously. "What even gets your tastebuds going? What kind of flavour profile are you looking for Broflovski?"

"Whoa, really?" That grabs his attention completely. "You're not kidding. If you're pson8cs are an extension of your personality, your sense of self, the inner you - which they clearly are, judging by how both yours and Carter's act - then a totally sudden change in colour IS weirdly significant. What's the difference, do you think? Between pink and green? Does green feel more passive?"

Kyle blushes lightly. "Thanks."

Then he's laughing both at Quentin's pouting and his enthusiastic Slurm review. "Yeah I'm looking for beverages that don't turn my piss radioactive, Quire," he fires back.

"You have the palette of an eight year old."

Kyle's interest in that little fact both amuses and surprises him. "Ha! Definitely not more passive. I was so repressed and angry I went full jackbooted pro-mutant extremist and tried to annex Westchester county. After they pulled all my brain cells apart and trapped me in my astral form I came back with stunted powers— I was sort of blue. After I moonlighted as a Shi'ar God I went full hot pink. I think it's a power thing. You know green— like. New. Youthful. Burgeoning. A fresh formidable life-force still growing into itself. Also maybe toxic," he snickers, but the way he adds that to the end makes it seem more like a joke for the crowd than any significant honesty.

Despite his claims of willpower he's obviously not that great at staying completely out of Kyle mind. Every time the man so much as blushes or thinks a flattering thought about him, Quentin can't help but sneak a glance at his boyfriend. If nothing else it paints a slightly softer picture of him than his audience is used to seeing.

whats with these biometrics?
tried slurm
no not those metrics lol
😍 otp
Q simping

"I do not! I enjoy inter-dimensional delicacies of all manner! I just happen to like guarana and caffeine with a sweet citrus kick— I'll have you know the Dew is food scienced to palatial perfection for maximum high fructose addiction! To deny its tastiness is to deny your humanity!" Because that's an argument he's not above making. Anything to argue dramatically with Kyle.

"Ok, Wolfgang, what's your idea of the best tasting drink? VOTES IN THE CHAT! He's gonna say what? Green tea? Rootbeer? Some absolute lie like water!"

Edited 2022-04-18 04:53 (UTC)

Kyle's is focused completely on Quentin as he talks, drinks and broadcast forgotten. He nods slowly,considering. "And hot pink is what, then?" he muses. "Energy. Sexuality. Rebellion, maybe, considering how gendered it is."

Kyle cackles. "Quentin, I've been with you through like, HOW many islands? I think the happiest you were before now was the mall because you could raid the candy store on the daily."

Kyle sits back, smug, to allow the chat time to guess.

totally green tea
Flavoured water.
Beer!
Green tea.
DIET slurm!

Kyle snickers. "Okay, okay. I like Dr. Pep-er, and I like oat milk lattes. So there."

Everything Kyle says makes Quentin wonder if he really is getting into the spirit of this or if he just plain forgot they were live— whichever it is, he makes a point not to call attention to his boyfriend's suddenly comfortable approach to conversation.

"Not gonna lie, it's some part aesthetic choice. It showed up on it's own and I can change it when I wanna, but like, why waste the time and energy when it's naturally so me?" He polishes off that can of Slurm with dangerous efficiency and waggles his eyebrows at Kyle. "Don't let that stop you from psychoanalyzing me though— I could listen to that all day, babe."

The chat pings and chirps wildly as if the audience could goad more of this kind of flirting out of them.

"Doctor Pepper!?!?" he balks. "You can't come at my taste just to turn around and halo DP! That R&D mistake of a C list soda tastes like carbonated flowers and cinnamon handsoap! And oat milk? How conflicted are you to be picking both the most offensive soda and the most inoffensive of milks and milk alternatives. That's like picking Pantone 448 C and eggshell white."

Kyle just can't help but want to deep dive on subjects that interest him, and he's very interested in Quentin.

He snorts. "Yeah, you love hearing about yourself. I believe there's definitely some conscious branding. Pink hair, pink aura, pink socks... you sell an image well, Q. But it's YOU, too. You're complicated that way."

Kyle falls back cackling. "I KNEW you'd react this way! But, okay, okay. I don't drink it hardly ever - and it's Pep-er, not Pepper - but I did as a kid so it's just nostalgic. And shut the fuck up, oat milk is good! Oooh, actually, you know what's really nice? Oat milk CHAI latte."

Is he deliberately trying to rile Quentin up? Yes.

He sits back up and kisses Quentin's cheek. "Pick the next drink, doofus."

"Correction. I love hearing from you about myself," he says in his defence. "A subtle but important difference." It's not stipulation that rules out Kyle's original remark in the least, but he'll cling to it for a while. For argument's sake.

His boyfriend's flattery puts a blush on his face the likes of which Quentin's audience has never seen. Before long the comments are warring. The old fans vs the new comers. Those here for adorable relationship driven reality TV and those here for acerbic observations from a millennial mutant anarchist have differing opinions about quality content.

"Oat milk CHAI latte," he rolls his eyes and slumps his shoulders like the whole idea exhausts him somehow. "I didn't know I was dating a vegan mommy blogger." As soon as he says shit like that the chat lights up with people repackaging his words into gifs and memes.

awww his bios! 🫀🫀🫀😍
whys he so mean to kyle!?
r u new?
its not mean it's teasy they're kind of cute tbh <3
what pep-er?
THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DRUNK BY NOW.
DRINK DRINK DRINK
kiss kiss kiss

"Scumble. Because you did Slurm and that sounds about as bad as this. It says it's made from apples and you're not supposed to let it come in contact with metal. You got any fillings?"

"Oh, right," Kyle says, amused. "Very important difference."

Kyle shrugs primly, trying to hide a smirk and failing. "You didn't? Funny, I knew I was dating an over-caffeinated redditor," he replies. He glances at the feed and is surprised into laughter by the reactions.

He wrinkles his nose at the Scumble. "Yeah, sorry dude, you and your perfect reborn teeth are alone on this one; I was well acquainted with the dentist as a kid. Did I ever tell you my elementary school counselor's dad was killed by Tooth Decay? Like. As a creature, not a dental issue."

He grabs the S'more Schnapps and pours them both a shot. "We'll do this right after, I know this one."

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