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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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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.

"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.

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."

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."

wait. kyle doesn't Know?
HIS BF DOESN"T KNOW LOL
please. it's not an OF
yet!

He cracks a smile when Kyle doesn't seem upset so much as he seems curious. "It's just like NSFW topics," he shrugs innocently. "Sex questions. Not-Safe-For-Life reaction videos. Q&A about psionics in the bedroom. Sometimes a little nonconsensual mind reading— but only if they really deserved it."

god i hope we get a OF
r they gonna break up live lol

"Sex questions?" Kyle looks at the feed. He sips his drink. It's going down fast. "You nasty pervs ask him sex questions? Like what?"

does he fukk
is he asking for real?
How to deep throat lol!
do you top, ginger?

Kyle rests his chin on his hand, elbow propped on his knee. His eyes are definitely a little glazed.

"Sometimes."

Finishing his marshmallowy drink he watches Kyle start to consider the conversation happening at and about them. The temptation to interact with it like that is expected but it still gives Quentin a feeling of pleasant surprise.

GBF giving it away for free over here.
No!
we won't tell.
fire sale.
show him!
Kyle Reacts to Q's NSFW Feed is content i would pay for.
both switches? interesting. unexpected.
yeah Q gives pushy bottom vibes.
Kyle: Pref. Top? Bottom? Other?

"Hey, hey, hey, do I need to start changing for this?" he interjects.

Kyle reacts! Genius!
pushiest of bottoms.
Can you be a pillow princess if you're a guy?

Kyle looks back at Quentin, smiling. "I'm sorry. Am I getting too dirty? I won't talk about that thing you do with your powers where we can feel what each other is feeling."

The chat explodes. One might almost think Kyle was doing it on purpose.

pillow prince.
yes but I can't picture Q not trying to control everything
yess! this! needy top. lol
based on his simping he does whatever hes told to do.
that thing with his powers!? what things with his powers?
psionic telekinetic or telepathic?
ginger likes the attention too!

Quentin looks for a moment like he doesn't know what to say— a rare expression for him, except that it's not for a lack of having things to say, but rather a staggering over-abundance of remarks he's just itching to make and no ability to decide where to start. Which makes a more sense for him.

"FIRST. There is no such thing as too dirty. SECOND. I will 18+ lock this stream right now and let's get nuts Broflovski— don't PUSH me!" he hyuks.

pillow prince! that's him!
Guys I think this is really happening.
nsfw! nsfw!

Kyle leans in and kisses Quentin on the mouth. It's not exactly chaste.

"So let's get nuts."

Quentin almost forgets how to swallow. As much because he's a little drunk as he is surprised to find Kyle up the ante so much, but he does his best to play it cool— as always. He has fans watching after all.

Despite his best effort his cheeks turn a little red. At least until he can forget about the camera. He frames Kyle's face in his hands and kisses back, shuffling his legs underneath him until he can kneel on the couch and loom over his boyfriend with his kisses. "You know one of these drinks is supposed to make mammals really horny," he says when they part for a moment of breath. "We didn't get to that one."

Kyle loves leaving Quentin speechless. It happens so rarely, which means any chance he gets to do so he'll take. The alcohol he's consumed is also doing nothing to dampen his competitive streak or his poor impulse control.

"Who needs it?" Kyle asks breathlessly before kissing back again, one hand fisted in Quentin's shirt. The pinging of the chat finally draws his attention.

He wipes his mouth. "So set that shit to adults only and show me what you put on this nsfw feed. I deserve to see all the sexy pics and filthy answers you've given people."

HE DESERVES IT
omg this is happening
there's no way....
NO DON'T CHANGE THE FEED

"You heard the man folks," Quentin says like he just remembered the audience when Kyle reminded him. "We're going dark then back in like 5 with an age and payment gate."

With that warning his phone snaps into his hand and he taps around a bit until the the pinging of the chat is no long a constant background noise.

Quentin blinks at Kyle. "I'm not even naked on the NSFW feed, you know that right!?"

"No, I don't know that," Kyle retorts. "I mean, for all I know you post butt pics on there in secret." He reaches over to reel Quentin in for another kiss.

"So we'll do what they said: Kyle reacts. You show me what you put on there. Then maybe we answer some questions. You'll make a bunch of quick cash from aliens we're never gonna actually SEE."

He bites Quentin's lower lip very gently.

"Plus... you like a little exhibitionism."

"You have to know that!" he shoves Kyle a little and immediately reels him back in by his shirt. "Because I wouldn't, like, showing the universe my butthole without making sure my boyfriend was cool with it. You know that right?" he insists in defence of everything Kyle's about to see and his own worth as a partner.

"I know!" he whines against Kyle's lips. It's almost a whimper really, but it's trying it's best at defiant. "I know how to— and I know what I like!"

His cheeks burn red. "I'm not scared to do whatever on camera. I've done reality shows before! I just... I can't believe you're into it, frankly." Still perched on his knees he pets Kyle's hair back and kisses him again. Pushing his tongue into Kyle's mouth with all the grace of a drunken twenty-something dude.

"You're not going to freak out about it when the S'mores wear off, right?"

Kyle cackles. "I know you wouldn't show your butthole," he says. "Maybe the cheeks. Some cute shirtless shots."

He licks his way back into Quentin's mouth. "I know that you know."

He tips his head back as Quentin pets his hair. "I think it was the gargle thing," he says. "But no. No regrets. I just wanna... I wanna be fun. We won't do anything too crazy."

"Good! You better!" It makes absolutely no sense that he enjoys the idea of exhibitionism as much as he does while simultaneously hating the idea that Kyle might think he strips for the camera in his spare time. Quentin realizes this. It's a complicated confluence of power and vulnerability that is harder to sort out in action than in the over-active recesses of his mind. "Ok. Yes. There are definitely shirtless shots," he admits. "We went tanning on the holodeck. People really like my swimwear choices," he admits.

He hums appreciatively around the tongue in his mouth. "You are fun. You're the funnest. I don't hang out with people who aren't fun," he babbles between increasingly heated kisses.

"You're right you know. We're never gonna meet any of my followers. They could be literal dimensions away." His heart hammers in his chest at the thought.

Kyle nods. "I knew it," he says smugly. "Yeah, your swimwear is... it's certainly something. Small, mostly. Those horny degenerates." Although he is trying to sound amused, there's something very possessive in his manner, like he might punch anyone who ogled a little too much.

"Mmm," is the only reply he can muster.

"Yeah, exactly. So. It's okay. It's safe." A pretty revealing sentiment - Kyle doesn't mind a little playing into his boyfriends kinks (and a little ego stroking of his own) but there had better be distance involved.

"So. Let's do it. But you might want to calm down a little, tiger."

"It's a good look on me!" he insists. "One of like... very few perks of being a skinny guy." Kyle's possessiveness doesn't go unnoticed. For one, it's the basis for Quentin surprise about Kyle's willing to participate in this. For another, Quentin loves attention just a little bit more than he loves himself, which means actively trying not to question just what it is people are looking at when he's trying to enjoy being looked at. Kyle's possessive tendencies do wonders to help ensure those two schools of thought never meet.

"Totally safe," he nods eagerly.

"I'm calm! I'm calm," it's not a lie so much as demand he's making of himself aloud. "Wait, no. Wait. We need some like...stuff. Here? On the couch? Or. We should decide about— I mean if this goes places... you want top or do you even— we should have like a safe word. You know? Incase you wanna shut it down or something." The stream of consciousness babbling and his wide-eyed expression offer a pretty honest glimpse into the constant busyness of Quentin's head.

"I think you look gorgeous," Kyle says honestly. "Not denying that. Just... I know what they're thinking, looking at you in your little briefs." Of this he's completely convinced.

Planning things means acknowledging that there is a chance of filming something on intergalactic livestream that his mother would be appalled at. (Maybe. Considering the elder Broflovski's sex life, maybe not.) Kyle isn't quite so drunk that he doesn't understand the possible situation he's getting into.

But. Quentin looks so HAPPY. And it's kinda hot.

So he'll plan.

"Let's move to the bed," Kyle says decisively. "Bring the Gargle Blaster. Leave the Scumble. You'll show me your stuff, then we'll play twenty-questions with your audience. Our safe word is 'Streisand.'"

"Oh, you know huh?" he smirks. "Tell me later about your burgeoning telepathy." Despite his sarcasm he eats up Kyle's flattery without question.

It's a hasty plan at best, but it's not so much the details of it Quentin wants as it is the proof that Kyle knows full well where this could go, and if it does it was a joint decision that got them there.

He bounds to his feet to drag them across their opulent room. With a thought the lights dim hot pink. Their drinks clatter into place on a bed tray. Quentin is stripped of all but a pair of boxers with pink hearts on them and a silk dressing robe. Always on brand.

He flings himself into bed with a bounce, his camera phone hovering at the ready. "Good? I'm good. Let me know if you're good."

"I know, because it's what I think, too."

Any lingering objections Kyle might still be harboring are destroyed by Quentin's enthusiasm. He grins as he gets up and follows him to their massive bed.

Kyle hesitates, studying Quentin with a sort of tipsy intensity. "Just a second," he says. He strips and then pulls on a pair of plaid lounge pants, knowing that they're far from sexy but that they're extremely comfortable. He crawls up onto the bed beside Quentin.

"Okay. I'm good. Let's overshare."

"Heh. I thought they kind of embarrassed you."

Pouring them both a fresh drink he looks up from that task to watch Kyle change. "UNF," he groans. His head lolling back as he feigns some kind of suffered delight at the sight of his boyfriend in his PJs. "God. You and your adorably butch fashion choices. I hate you," he mutters, the way he so often does when I hate you actually means the exactly opposite.

"Wait..." he tousles his own hair a little and leaves his glasses on the end table. "Annnnd we're back." The moment the feed goes lives again the audience starts pouring in like they've been waiting on bated breath for this. The arrival messages spam the channel for some time.

"I was just about to do this Gargle Blaster thing while Kyle here goes through my "18+ content to find something he'd like to get into— what's it's gonna be, babe?"

"Your bathing suits? No. No, I love them."

Kyle smiles sweetly as he gets comfortable. "I hate you, too," he replies. He watches with amusement as Quentin makes sure he looks only artistically disheveled.

He ignores the chat for the moment, choosing instead to look through Quentin's content on the room's tablet.

"You took pictures of yourself in the bathtub?" he asks, turning the tablet to show the feed and smiling. "Q, you're adorable."

He hums as he flicks through more selfish. "Okay, well. You guys in the chat, you can ask us for advice or something." He lingers on a photograph of Quentin half dressed, clearly taken by it.

omg sex advice column
I don't need advice I wanna watch them make out!!!
how do you meet someone?
Dumbass, there are apps!
How do you prepare for first time buttsex?

There's not just an aesthetic reason for his fussy little scene setting choices. He's errs towards manipulative by nature and as such, he's fluent in the nuances of media like this.

does Q look a little messy?
his hair.
that took for ever and he comes back with sex hair. 🧐
did we miss the best part?
i bet we get behind the scenes pics on the 18+ feed later. PPV

"People care about my skincare routine," he says in his defence. Quentin stretches out with his legs crossed at the ankles. "You heard the man," he says jutting his thumb towards Kyle as he looks into the camera and sips his gargle blaster. "Oof. Ahem. While this guy is getting caught up with my adult content, throw you questies in the chat." He squints at the feed as they come in.

"Prepping for first time buttsex? Lube, lube and more lube," he shrugs a little. "I can't remember who topped first... but I wasn't Kyle's first first was I?" his psionics form a little pink heart emoji that breaks in half and dissolves. "JK. Virgin-busting isn't on my bucket list. It's a bonus when someone's not flying blind."

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CW: this entire thread about to be NSFW

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