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!

Network · Logs · OOC · Memes · Plurk

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[kyley_b]

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."

[quire]

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.

[kyley_b]

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.

[quire]

"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?"

[kyley_b]

"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."

[quire]

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!"

[kyley_b]

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."

[quire]

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."

[kyley_b]

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."

[quire]

"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?"

[kyley_b]

"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."

[quire]

"Redditor!?" he looks indignant and whirls his attention to the camera. "Do you see the abuse I suffer? It's a good thing he's cute." The chat pings wildly with chatter and excitement when they bicker.

He looks at Kyle over that freshly corked bottle of Scumble and then turns his eyes back to the camera for an aside that his partner is definitely meant to hear. "Kyle just says shit like that on the reg and expects people to know what he's talking about. I'd swear he's pathologic if I couldn't read his mind."

"Tell me about Tooth Deca—— NO WAIT. What am I thinking—" his palm strikes his own forehead with a slap. "That shit is protected IP. The fucking Chronicles of Broflovski are available only as exclusive streams folks. You must purchase server boosts for an invite to that. Sorry Kyle. That shit is too weird to give away for free," he says sniffing at his drink.

The tart, sour smell makes his nose scrunch. "It's kind of appley. I dig sour but... I dunno." Tentatively he takes a sip but doesn't come away looking revolted. "Oh. Hey. Not terrible. I wouldn't pick it but like not— whoa..." Already he slow blinks like he just got the spins. "Ok. OK. I get the hype."

[kyley_b]

Kyle just giggles. Okay, maybe this isn't as bad as he thought. He's about to elaborate on Tooth Decay when Quentin cuts himself off.

"Oh, yeah. You guys tune in for that and Tooth Decay will be the tamest thing I talk about. I also know the secrets of the Vatican."

He watches Quentin with genuine concern. "You okay, babe?"

[quire]

Quentin can practically hear that shift in perspective taking root in Kyle's mind. He beams quietly about it when Kyle takes it upon himself to speak directly the audience. Nothing could validate his own sense of persuasiveness more as the chat rushes with noise and excitement about these so-called untold stories.

is Kyle a superppl too?
i knew there was something weird about this guy. 👀
no he's just a reg. hoomun
weird is wonderful 😍
ayntk: Ω wouldn't date boring ppl.
did he drink the scumble?!?
what's apple?
i don't you're supposed to drink the whole thing.
CHUG CHUG CHUG
did someone tell him it's served in a thimble?

"Uh huh," he blinks at the bottle again. "That is... some fast acting formula. No Pre-drinking necessary," he says as he pours another mouthful into a shot glass.

[kyley_b]

Kyle frowns. "Q, don't go slamming a bunch of that shot if it's really strong," he warns. He takes his own shot of S'more Schnapps and grimaces a little.

"Gah. This stuff is basically straight alcohol, and it's super sweet somehow. We have it back home. They make a beer which is fucking disgusting."

He leans in a little bit to read the chat.

"Q, they're saying that stuff is REALLY strong, seriously, be careful. If you pass out I'm stuck with all this weird shit by myself."

[quire]

"S'not— Is not strong," Quentin clarifies, his words running together a touch. "It's pretty good actually. Tastes a little appley. It just hits like you like some kind of ACME anvil trap. Boom. Done."

"What's that one? Oooo The S'mores thing— I wanna try that! I love sweet," he grins as he sets down the Scumble for the time being and holds out an empty glass for Kyle to share a pour of what he's working with.

"This is a South Park thing? Guys. Guys. Hang on. This is important. Other than Kyle, this'll be the only thing I've tasted from South Park, Colorado." He thinks on that a minute. It doesn't sound quite as he'd intended, but clearly he's not operating on all cylinders anymore. "I mean. Experienced." He thinks again and gives up with a shrug. "Nah, I mean tasted too."

[kyley_b]

"Which means it's strong, dumbshit," Kyle says, voice waspish. Still, he pours Quentin a S'more shot, and another for himself.

He goes bright red at Quentin's sexual phrasing. "Shut up," he hisses. He downs his shot. It tastes like a marshmallow that's somehow one-hundred proof.

"You're not supposed to get saucy if we're not behind a paywall."

[quire]

"Nooo, that means it's effi-efficient," he says like he definitely didn't have any trouble working his mouth around that work. "That's like, like confusing acceleration with velocity."

The chat speeds up with excitement from time to time.


SCUMBLE.
DRINK THE SCUMBLE
what's a colorado?
TASTE KYLE
nerrrrrrrrrrd
aw he's cute when he's a know it all.
keep feeing them both shots.
did someone get their room number? send moar drinks.

"This isn't— I mean it's diabetic friendly right?" he asks the drink hovering in front of his mouth a moment.

"Shhhh," he smiles and reaches across the couch to lay a finger to Kyle's lips. "It's a sneak preview. You know. Make'em want it. You perverts totally want it too." Even his smile starts to look a little tipsy.

[kyley_b]

Kyle makes that 'are you fucking serious right now' face again. "Quentin, don't be pedantic."

omfg they're made for eachother
COME ON KYLE DRINK THE SCUMBLE
won't it melt his fillings?
who cares lol

"Not really," Kyle says with a shrug. "Two shots aren't gonna kill me, dude."

Kyle wants to scowl, because how very dare he be shushed... but Quentin's dopey, intoxicated little smile is endearing. "You're horrible and I hate you," he tells him, a returning smile spreading over his face. He leans in to kiss Quentin softly and quickly on the lips. "They're the perverts, huh? Not you? I feel like you've got an exhibitionist streak."

[quire]

He smiles a stupid drunk smile and turns towards the camera to whisper. "He loves it when I'm pedantic." The chat explodes again, right on cue.

"Better not." He says, like there's something threatening about fretting over his boyfriend's diet.

For a moment he's left glowing in the wake that kiss. Tipsy and drunk as much on alien liquor as attention— both Kyle's and his audience's. The screen lags out with a flood of emojis and boosts and demands that they keep either kissing or drinking.

"They're total perverts and delinquents and that's why they love me, and I them," he says. His expressions err towards mischievous most of the time, but when he's drunk it's a permanent feature of his face. He slings his arm around Kyle's shoulder. "I told you they'd be into you too."

[kyley_b]

"He does not," Kyle protests to the camera.

He snorts. "I'll be fine, Q. I've made it this far."

Kyle ignores the feed for the moment, because at that particular Quentin Quire is all he wants to look at. He only stops looking quite so smitten when Quentin throws an arm around him, and then he chuckles and goes a little pink.

"Whatever," he says. "Here, we should try something NOT alcoholic for you. Like water. Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster for me, I think." Mostly because it's greenish. He takes it in hand and takes a long swallow, his eyes lighting up.

"That," he says, "Might be the best drink in the universe, wow." He sips some more, unaware of how much it's going to hit him.

[quire]

He sulks a little when Kyle's gaze finds something other than him again. "Water? I don't need water! I need scrumble. Scamble. Scumble. Whatever the hell it's called. By the way— no one mentioned what kind of hangover I should be bracing for with any of these..."

wow the ginger boy went right into the gargle blaster huh? didn't see that coming.
good. liquid courage ;)
NEED INVITES TO THEIR PRIVATE FEED PLS
whats price for the nsfw sub?

"What's it taste like? Best how?" he demands further information as he seeks out that shot he poured and never drank.

[kyley_b]

"No more fucking Scumble, you'll wind up under the table." Said very firmly indeed, which makes the chat erupt with both amusement and indignation on Quentin's behalf. "And probably a really bad one, dude."

Kyle runs his tongue over his teeth. "Well. It's lemony. But herbal. With spice. It... Huh." He sorts of just sits there a moment, trying to analyse the taste while getting entirely distracted by the feed.

"...Q, do you have a NSFW sub?" he asks. He sets his glass down and gets way up in Quentin's personal space. "Have you been jerking off on camera while I'm out of the room?" Kyle sounds mostly amused, although there is a faint edge to his voice that's equal parts possessive and curious.

[quire]

He thinks on that moment. His contrarian nature begs him to challenge that authority Kyle lays down, but the fact that he loves Kyle and might suffer the worst hangover in the cosmo gives him pause.

"Ok, I'm not drinking the scumble unless someone can break down the potential for a hangover of galactic proportions here." Yeah. That's a good excuse to detract from sounding like being a total simp for his boyfriend.

Of course only half the chat sees it that way.

"Hmm. S'mores might be more my thing," he says sniffing at the gargle blaster. He's mid sip when Kyle's question catches him off guard. "Uh. I have a... it's, well. Yeah. It's sort of a NSFW type thing. Sure," he blushes a little. "Subscriptions for that start at 25 credits a month by the way— which, as I've warned you weirdos, the nastier the content gets the more I'm going to have to charge you. The second I drop a dick pic there we're talking 100, 200 credits a month. Minimum."

[kyley_b]

siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimp
OMFG. He totally caved.
Shut Up he just doesn't wanna die from alchohol poisonng.
The hangover is really bad, man.


Kyle's eyes gleam. "Oh, really?" He runs a finger lightly up Quentin's chest. "Define 'sort of a NSFW type thing' for me."