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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.

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He gives a good suck before popping off of Quentin's cock. Both of his hands keep working, slow and deliberate.

"Thank you," he says in that prim little tone that he seems to reserve solely for moments like this. He lets go of Quentin's dick, gesturing at the pillows.

"Pass me one so I can put it under you," he says, smiling. "Unless you want me to flip you over."

The chat explodes again, but Kyle resolutely ignores it. The pinging noises are a rush, though.

He breathes through his teeth when Kyle draws on him so firmly that the drop at the end is full of both relief and yearning for more. He wets his lips gone dry from his mouth-breathing and rubs himself lazily just to assuage the momentary loneliness of his stiff dick.

Cheeks deeply flushed he pushes himself up right and grins at the offer, catching his bottom lip under his teeth. "Do it," he smiles a guilty smile and positively titters a little. "Fuck me like the big, tall top everyone takes you for."

Kyle blinks, then smiles. He withdraws his fingers and crawls up Quentin's body to kiss him hard. He bites gently at Quentin's lower lip before letting him go.

"If that's what you want, that's what you get," Kyle murmurs against Quentin's neck. "I love you, Q. So fucking much."

He moves again, flipping his boyfriend with the ease of someone used to roughhousing. He laugh as he runs his hands down Quentin's back, grabbing handfuls of his ass and squeezing.

"Okay, up on your knees."

Involuntarily he makes a soft little noise when Kyle pulls out of him, but any absence is immediately made tolerable by the warmth and weight of Kyle above, and kissing him and cursing I-love-you's at him.

"I love you too," he whispers against Kyle's ear, likely too low to be heard through the stream. "I'm gonna watch this feed back and send you dirty screengrabs forever."

The little yelp he lets slip out when Kyle turns him and another when he's grabbed, but both dissolve quickly into a laugh that sounds delighted by their own mischief. Red faced and grinning through his own mild embarrassment he hides his expression against the pillows as he shuffles his knees beneath him to lift up his ass.

"Oh my god that goes right to my dick..." but moaned into the bed it sounds far less intelligible.

"I could do the same to you," Kyle murmurs back. Although they both know he might be far, far too mortified to watch the recording.

Quentin's laughter fuels his own, and Kyle is delighted to realise that they don't feel compelled to be cool or sexy for the camera. He doesn't think he could handle that sort of peer pressure.

"Yeah, I know," Kyle says. His hands run over Quentin's back and ass again, rubbing and kneading flesh. He smacks Quentin's ass softly, low down by where the muscle joins the thigh. He has to let go in order to lube himself up, but the second he can stroke himself one handed he does so, resting the other on the small of Quentin's back.

"Okay," he mutters. "Okay."

He shuffles himself closer and between Quentin's thighs, lining himself up before he pushes forward slowly. His mouth hangs open slightly as he watches himself sink in.

"Okay. Yeah."

"Pftff, yes!" he laughs and reaches lazily behind him to touch any part of Kyle he can reach. "Please! I wasn't threatening you, jerk! I was flirting!" Of course, for them those things walk such a fine line it only makes him giggle to realize his remarks might have been indistinguishable.

Quentin has cultivated the coolest personality he can think of, but part of what so excites him about the idea of being watched, with Kyle, like this, is in many ways the threat of being seen just as he is. For what he loves, and who he becomes when his boyfriend drives him to a place of such want he forgets how to be anything but Kyle's.

His cheek smushes up against the pillow when he turns his head, eager to look behind him for a glimpse at Kyle until he realizes he can see him there in the stream reflected back at him behind the running text of the chat. The concentration on Kyle's face is unforgettable.

He purrs when Kyle strokes his back and his thighs. Rolling his hips when the temptation to rub himself against the bed is too much to stave off. It doesn't last though. His rhythm easily interrupted by weight of Kyle bearing down on him and his ass giving way more willingly for him every time. "Fffffff—" he hisses and presses himself backward until his butt finds the bend of Kyle's hips. "Ohhh fuck that's good..."

"There's a difference now?" Kyle fires back, smiling.

The camera is forgotten, eclipsed by how hot and tight Quentin is. Kyle makes an abbreviated whimpering sound when Quentin pushes himself all the way back.

"Fuck," he murmurs, mouth dry. He takes a deep breath and releases it before he lets his hips move, rocking slowly back and forth until he finds a natural rhythm. Kyle leans over when he thrust forward just to kiss Quentin's shoulder blades.

"Say you're mine."

"Sometimes!" he squeaks, his voice cracking when his petulance collides with his pleasure.

The words on that little screen don't even register with him when he looks past it all to see Kyle's face instead. The pained expressions that come with those noises make him happier than words can say.

He gives Kyle a moment to find that rhythm and relishes the weight of him against his back before he churns his hips lightly beneath him.

His face glows with the warmth and arousal of feeling and looking so prone before his partner, but still he finds a way to be his contrary self. "You're mine," he grins innocently as he arches his back, determined to take Kyle deeper.

"You little brat," Kyle groans, hands gripping Quentin's hips tightly. He still sounds happier than he does truly annoyed, though.

He rolls his hips, deep but slow. "You wanna play that game? Okay. Okay, yeah, we can do that."

His forehead creases lightly in concentration as he aims to find just the right strength at which to thrust, knowing by now what Quentin tends to enjoy.

"You look good," he says, voice low. He leans into him so he can reach around to stroke Quentin's cock. "So slutty."

Listening to Kyle's words ground out along with a moan strikes him with a heady sense of victory that isn't in the least bit cut short when his partner "retaliates," but only made all the more sweet for it.

His distracted little laughs turn into breathless keening as Kyle's fingers dig into his hips and haul him back with a touch more force. The soft slap of his backside against Kyle's thighs in time with the deep, warm thrust of Kyle inside him leaves Quentin slack jawed even before Kyle's hand feels its way blindly across his stomach to offer some pressure around his cock.

"Ah! Fuck! Kyyyle. GoddamnityouknowIlikethat," he babbles.

"Yeah, I know," Kyle replies. He's doing his best not to sound too breathless.

He twists his wrist a little on the upstrokes. His hips font falter, but their rhythm is a bit haphazard as Kyle divides his attention.

"Nobody knows you like I do. I treat you good, right? Say, 'yes, Kyle.'"

Quentin absolutely does falter. Torn between Kyle's hips and his hands there's a staggered moment in his movement that can't decide which direction to push his hips at all and results in a desperate churning motion that tries to have the best of it all.

"Yes. Yes, Kyle," he huffs. "Nobody does this to me. Nobody but you." He reaches back to find Kyle's thigh. Just to touch some part of him. When that's not enough, Quentin rises on his knees, leaning back until he can feel all of Kyle against his back. Twisting himself to stretch an arm around Kyle it pays to be just shy of his boyfriend's height as he cranes himself backward to kiss him. "I'm such a total slut for you," he sighs, grinding down on Kyle's cock while he looks down his stomach to watch himself in Kyle's hand.

Kyle groans when Quentin moves, wrapping an arm around his waist to help hold him in place. As hot as taking him from behind is, he really does love any excuse for more skin to skin contact.

And kissing. Kyle thinks he could kiss Quentin for hours.

"You are," he manages to say. He snaps his hips up harder, even though it's more difficult to do. "You're fucking filthy, and I love it. I love you."

Kyle adjusts his grip on Quentin's cock and strokes him quickly and firmly, slowing when he recognizes that he is close to the edge. Quentin asked to be wrecked, and Kyle wants to deliver on that.

Giving himself over to Kyle puts butterflies in his stomach. So does grabbing him by a handful of his thick red curls and demanding kisses whenever he wants them. Like so many of Quentin's interests, what he loves pulls him in too many reconcilable directions to make any sense to most people. But he's never let that stop him from chasing what he wants.

He gropes blindly at Kyle's hip and ass as he presses himself backwards into every thrust, getting more urgent about it by the moment. "Don't stop, don't stop," he mutters through his breath. His eyes pinching shut with the concentration that comes over him when he's desperately hanging onto some particular sensation until it pushes him over the edge. "Fuck, Kyle—"

His voice grinds out from between his teeth as he bucks into Kyle's firm hand, loosing all rhythm in his movements as the twitching of his muscles turns involuntary.

Kyle groans loudly when his hair is pulled. Unlike his boyfriend, what he wants is straightforward.

He huffs laughter breathlessly against Quentin's skin. "You're so needy," he says. Kyle tightens his grip on Quentin's cock a little, letting Quentin's bucking hips set the pace.

"Yeah, come on," he urges as Quentin's body seizes up. He kisses as much of Quentin's mouth as he can, sloppy and warm. "Love you," he murmurs before he urges Quentin to move forward, face down and ass up. Kyle's focus narrows entirely to just getting off - he grabs Quentin's hips tightly as he rocks his hips hard, orgasm hitting him like a bullet to the brain.

Kyle slumps over Quentin and starts kissing every inch of sweaty skin his mouth can reach without much effort.

"Ahh, fuck yessss, your needy little fuckboi," he growls. Riding out those last bittersweet shocks as he spills into Kyle's hand and drinks in his lewd kisses.

"Love you," he huffs dropping his face against the pillows as that firm grip on his hips serves as a reminder to brace himself a moment more. He twists himself as best he can to watch as Kyle's expression tunnel visions on the task at hand; Using Quentin's ass with such focused intention until it comes to him in a wave of hard, hurried spasms.

Mentally, the feeling of Kyle finishing inside him would be enough to make him hard again if he weren't so physically worn out. "Mmmmmmm," he hums warmly under the weight of his boyfriend against his back. "You're the hottest, babe."

Kyle thinks he could quite happily just stay where he is forever, cheek pressed against Quentin's back, arms around his chest. His dead weight, however, probably isn't terribly comfortable for his boyfriend.

"And you're the best fuckboi in the multiverse," he says, pressing one last kiss to moist skin before he peels himself away.
He falls gracelessly to the side, opening his arms immediately so Quentin can roll into them for cuddles.

Gradually he becomes aware there's a pinging noise. Oh, right. The chat.

"Dude, does this make us cam boys?"

That sensation of being a little smothered isn't entirely unwanted either. it inspires in him a warm sense of pride and triumph to have reduced Kyle to deadweight.

"Damn right I am," he purrs, folding himself into Kyle's open arms as they shuffle around in the sheets.

He sorts at the question, but already he's nodding. "Definitely. We're officially amateur cam stars." He reels his phone into his hand, sending the focus of the camera spinning a moment before his face fills up the screen. He the lens and smiles a sleepy smile.

"Like and sub you, pervs. Next time I top," and with that he cuts the feed to lay his head on Kyle's shoulder and put a stop to the sound of the chat a while.

"And you're all mine," Kyle murmurs happily.

Kyle laughs at Quentin's flippant sign-off.

"I can't believe we did that. Is it wrong I kinda want to read the comments? But that might destroy me. I dunno."

That smirk goes all the way to his heart when Kyle laughs at his antics.

"Kinda fun though huh?" He kisses lazily at Kyle's chest, because it's there and warm and he can. "You can read it if you want. But like, steel yourself first. Promise yourself you'll let go of anything shitty. I'll probably check it out sometime. I mean, it's solid fap fodder."

"Kinda weird hot," Kyle admits. "I don't think I could describe why."

He hums and kisses Quentin's head. "No. No, I'm better off not knowing, actually. I made YOU happy, and me. That's the goal."

He peers at Quentin. "You look happy, anyway."

Just to hear Kyle admit enjoying himself so much more than he anticipated Quentin's grin gets away from him so much he winds up chewing his lip a little.

"I know right? It's weird. Intellectually there's something completely absurd about wanting anyone to watch me make stupid faces while I'm furiously stuffing my dick into your hand and if I actually had to look someone in the eye I think my soul leave my body. But in my head it's like... I don't know. Thinking about strangers seeing how stupid thirsty you make me. Mm. I fucking love it," he snickers and lets his head roll towards Kyle. "You make me happy."

Kyle cackles softly, pressing more kisses to Quentin's head and face. "You have such a way with words, dude," he says.

His breathing is slowing as his body tries to slip off to sleep. He blinks at Quentin and smiles openly and sweetly. "Good. 'Cause I'm never letting you go, dude. We've stuck together a pretty fucking long time now." He yawns. "You wanna shower?"

"So I've been told." he closes his eyes and soaks up Kyle's attention like sunshine. "But it's usually followed by someone telling me to shut up for a grip."

"Fuck ya we are. I will go completely super saiyan on this whole void world if they try to take your from me." There's a darkness to his boyish expression when he entertains those thoughts, but watching Kyle look cute when he yawns makes it instantly evaporate.

"Yes. Let me lather your svelte bod, Broflovski." He kisses Kyle's nose before he shuffles towards the edge of the bed like the use of his legs hasn't fully come back to him.

"Well. I do that, too, but usually I like to listen to you."

It's not that Kyle doesn't notice the undercurrent of Quentin's emotions there, it's just that he feels much the same. When it comes to his loved ones, Kyle will fight however he feels he must in order to keep them.

"Mm, cool." He half rolls, half falls out of bed and heads for their huge en suite.

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