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✖ EVENT HORIZON
Ⅰ. PARADISE
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The heart of the station is beating.
MUTHER is online, and she has filled the station with the sound of music. Over that she occasionally warns in an emotionless voice, “Liberate tutemet ex inferis.”
Thick concentric thick metal rings rotate in different directions around a sphere in a steady, pulsing rhythm before they all line up. The dimensional gate opens.
The entire space station is momentarily subsumed in bright white light. You will be blinded for a second, and taken over briefly by a sense of joy so profound that it aches. The more emotionally or psychically sensitive Travelers may find it difficult to regain their equilibrium for a while and may be prone to laughing or crying fits.
After the dimensional shift, things are different. The most noticeable of which is that the space station is no longer abandoned. Crew members move about, but they aren't the only ones; the station is alive with what are pretty clearly tourists. Some are humanoid, some are not - maybe you even recognise some of the species. None of them are chasing you down and trying to eat your face, though - the most aggressive they get is ‘crabby from waiting in line at Disney World’ levels.
Doors that were once locked are now open. There are restaurants, spas, night clubs, swimming pools… anything and everything you could possibly want in a vacation destination. The sleeping pods are still accessible, but you’ll probably prefer one of the many fine hotel rooms now available to you.
Yes, the mystery space station is in fact an intergalactic resort. Who knew?
Where the dimensional gate once was, now is instead the High Temple. Travelers can access anything they have stored there, as well as have access to food that isn’t in paste form.
Ⅱ. INFLUENCER
Now that the station is bustling with people, you’ll be quick to notice that some of them receive more attention than others. Crowds surround certain individuals who just exude an aura of ‘I am better than everyone else here.’ The staff bend over backwards to fulfill their every whim, and they are definitely getting the best of the best when it comes to food and drink and accommodations.
Yeah. They’re celebrities.
You’ll probably do your best to avoid the throngs of adoring fans, unless you happen to spot some intergalactic superstar you actually recognise. Why get caught up in all that nonsense, right? You can just avoid it.
At least, you can until a skinny, fabulously dressed person with the most fantastic hair you’ve ever seen slides out of nowhere right in front of you. They have a headset on, and hold a staff that doubles as a microphone. Around them float half a dozen spherical drones that can only be cameras. You don’t recognise them, but they seem to recognise YOU, considering that they all but shriek your name.
“And here we have the most beloved person currently living and breathing the air of this fiiiiiiiiiiiine establishment! After yours truly, of course! That’s right, loyal viewers, this is Vanity Apollonia streaming LIVE from seven to nine with all the deets you could POSS-ib-ly desire about the multiverse’s darling of the moment! Their dreams, their desires, their most INtimate of intimates! Right on! Say something to those fifty billion pairs of ears out there!”
They shove the microphone in your face, giving you an expectant look. You should probably say something.
Vanity reacts as if you’ve just given the world’s most brilliant and inspiring speech no matter what you say, following it up with, “More of that to come! Now a quick word from today’s sponsor, NordMan! The only intergalactic security I personally trust!”
The cameras suddenly close up, and Vanity sighs and adjusts their hair.
“Look, you wanna keep that follower count up, babe? You gotta play to the viewers a little more! Give them what they want. A little cleverness, a little vulnerability. Do it and I promise you’ll get the V.I.P. treatment! Don’t, and you’ll just go back to being a regular guest. It’s all the same to me, sweetheart.”
Looks like you have a choice to make.
Ⅲ. HOLODECK
CW: potential violence, sexual situations.
Depending on what world you're from, virtual reality may be fairly commonplace, or it may be so far out of the realm of possibility that the idea seems magical. Here it’s the former, with entire rooms devoted to a VR experience that is completely immersive.
Step inside the holodeck and pick from any of the preset scenarios the computer has to offer! Would you like to swash a buckle on a pirate ship? Lead an Elven army? Have relations with a bunch of anthropomorphic animal people? Hey, we’re not judging, just warn for that shit. The computer is also happy to tailor an experience just for you if you tell it what you want! And it’s probably more fun with a friend so grab someone and have a great time!
No matter what scenario you choose, after some time you’ll notice that certain elements from your actual life are sneaking in. Even if you’re in the middle of fighting Godzilla, you’ll find that an important moment from your past has inserted itself into the narrative.
For once you don’t seem to have to do anything about it, but it sure can be embarrassing depending on what memory has decided to shoehorn its way into your leisure time. How you react to it may reveal a lot about your character.
Ⅳ.PARENTHOOD
CW: disturbing image in link, forcible togetherness.
Even in a nonstop party space station there are moments of quiet. You and someone else are walking down a hallway, maybe, or having a relatively quiet time poolside, or star-gazing at one of the viewing decks. Wherever you are, you come to realise that you are being watched.
A quick look around will reveal that a hideous child-sized humanoid is half hiding nearby, watching you with huge blue eyes. It looks very young and very frightened, and it seems to be drawn to you.
Maybe you try to speak to it. It doesn’t talk back, but it will approach you shyly.
Maybe you ignore it because it’s ugly. It doesn’t seem to care, and will approach you shyly anyway.
The little alien takes one of your hands, and one of your companion’s hands. It still doesn’t speak, but it radiates a mental image of loving parents surrounded by rainbows and hearts.
Congratulations! You’ve just adopted a MAC!
The MAC wants only to eat candy and have fun, which doesn’t sound that bad in theory. In practice the MAC is the most accident prone dumbass you have ever seen in your life. Lucky for it, it seems completely invulnerable to any sort of injury. That luck does not, however, extend to you, so when the MAC accidentally sets a fire or breaks a toilet or blows up a fuse box you could very well be the one taking damage.
The MAC refuses to leave you and your companion alone. It fully expects you to all stay together as a happy family unit. The little guy is freakishly strong, and may physically hold on to the two of you in order to keep you around. He sure loves to hold hands. It must bring him comfort. Or maybe he’s just exchanging long strings of complex proteins for sustenance with you. Either or.
The only way to get rid of the MAC is to find its real parents.
Houston, we have a banging playlist!
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The heart of the station is beating.
MUTHER is online, and she has filled the station with the sound of music. Over that she occasionally warns in an emotionless voice, “Liberate tutemet ex inferis.”
Thick concentric thick metal rings rotate in different directions around a sphere in a steady, pulsing rhythm before they all line up. The dimensional gate opens.
The entire space station is momentarily subsumed in bright white light. You will be blinded for a second, and taken over briefly by a sense of joy so profound that it aches. The more emotionally or psychically sensitive Travelers may find it difficult to regain their equilibrium for a while and may be prone to laughing or crying fits.
After the dimensional shift, things are different. The most noticeable of which is that the space station is no longer abandoned. Crew members move about, but they aren't the only ones; the station is alive with what are pretty clearly tourists. Some are humanoid, some are not - maybe you even recognise some of the species. None of them are chasing you down and trying to eat your face, though - the most aggressive they get is ‘crabby from waiting in line at Disney World’ levels.
Doors that were once locked are now open. There are restaurants, spas, night clubs, swimming pools… anything and everything you could possibly want in a vacation destination. The sleeping pods are still accessible, but you’ll probably prefer one of the many fine hotel rooms now available to you.
Yes, the mystery space station is in fact an intergalactic resort. Who knew?
Where the dimensional gate once was, now is instead the High Temple. Travelers can access anything they have stored there, as well as have access to food that isn’t in paste form.
Notes:
1. The High Temple is available to everyone this month.
2. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
3. MUTHER will no longer communicate with any travelers.
4. Have fun!
Ⅱ. INFLUENCER
Now that the station is bustling with people, you’ll be quick to notice that some of them receive more attention than others. Crowds surround certain individuals who just exude an aura of ‘I am better than everyone else here.’ The staff bend over backwards to fulfill their every whim, and they are definitely getting the best of the best when it comes to food and drink and accommodations.
Yeah. They’re celebrities.
You’ll probably do your best to avoid the throngs of adoring fans, unless you happen to spot some intergalactic superstar you actually recognise. Why get caught up in all that nonsense, right? You can just avoid it.
At least, you can until a skinny, fabulously dressed person with the most fantastic hair you’ve ever seen slides out of nowhere right in front of you. They have a headset on, and hold a staff that doubles as a microphone. Around them float half a dozen spherical drones that can only be cameras. You don’t recognise them, but they seem to recognise YOU, considering that they all but shriek your name.
“And here we have the most beloved person currently living and breathing the air of this fiiiiiiiiiiiine establishment! After yours truly, of course! That’s right, loyal viewers, this is Vanity Apollonia streaming LIVE from seven to nine with all the deets you could POSS-ib-ly desire about the multiverse’s darling of the moment! Their dreams, their desires, their most INtimate of intimates! Right on! Say something to those fifty billion pairs of ears out there!” They shove the microphone in your face, giving you an expectant look. You should probably say something.
Vanity reacts as if you’ve just given the world’s most brilliant and inspiring speech no matter what you say, following it up with, “More of that to come! Now a quick word from today’s sponsor, NordMan! The only intergalactic security I personally trust!”
The cameras suddenly close up, and Vanity sighs and adjusts their hair.
“Look, you wanna keep that follower count up, babe? You gotta play to the viewers a little more! Give them what they want. A little cleverness, a little vulnerability. Do it and I promise you’ll get the V.I.P. treatment! Don’t, and you’ll just go back to being a regular guest. It’s all the same to me, sweetheart.”
Looks like you have a choice to make.
Notes:
1. To achieve celebrity status, you must spend two hours a day live streaming with Vanity Apollonia.
2. Whoever happens to be with you is considered your entourage, unless you decide to pull some stunt to make them as (in)famous as you.
3. Your follower count will go up if you appear ‘real’ to your audience. For some this means actually being genuine. For others this means faking it so well nobody can tell.
Ⅲ. HOLODECK
CW: potential violence, sexual situations.
Depending on what world you're from, virtual reality may be fairly commonplace, or it may be so far out of the realm of possibility that the idea seems magical. Here it’s the former, with entire rooms devoted to a VR experience that is completely immersive.
Step inside the holodeck and pick from any of the preset scenarios the computer has to offer! Would you like to swash a buckle on a pirate ship? Lead an Elven army? Have relations with a bunch of anthropomorphic animal people? Hey, we’re not judging, just warn for that shit. The computer is also happy to tailor an experience just for you if you tell it what you want! And it’s probably more fun with a friend so grab someone and have a great time!No matter what scenario you choose, after some time you’ll notice that certain elements from your actual life are sneaking in. Even if you’re in the middle of fighting Godzilla, you’ll find that an important moment from your past has inserted itself into the narrative.
For once you don’t seem to have to do anything about it, but it sure can be embarrassing depending on what memory has decided to shoehorn its way into your leisure time. How you react to it may reveal a lot about your character.
Notes:
1. The memory can be good or bad and it is entirely up to the player’s discretion as to how it interrupts the VR experience. Maybe Godzilla suddenly becomes your mother.
Ⅳ.PARENTHOOD
CW: disturbing image in link, forcible togetherness.
Even in a nonstop party space station there are moments of quiet. You and someone else are walking down a hallway, maybe, or having a relatively quiet time poolside, or star-gazing at one of the viewing decks. Wherever you are, you come to realise that you are being watched.
A quick look around will reveal that a hideous child-sized humanoid is half hiding nearby, watching you with huge blue eyes. It looks very young and very frightened, and it seems to be drawn to you.
Maybe you try to speak to it. It doesn’t talk back, but it will approach you shyly.
Maybe you ignore it because it’s ugly. It doesn’t seem to care, and will approach you shyly anyway.
The little alien takes one of your hands, and one of your companion’s hands. It still doesn’t speak, but it radiates a mental image of loving parents surrounded by rainbows and hearts.
Congratulations! You’ve just adopted a MAC!
The MAC wants only to eat candy and have fun, which doesn’t sound that bad in theory. In practice the MAC is the most accident prone dumbass you have ever seen in your life. Lucky for it, it seems completely invulnerable to any sort of injury. That luck does not, however, extend to you, so when the MAC accidentally sets a fire or breaks a toilet or blows up a fuse box you could very well be the one taking damage.
The MAC refuses to leave you and your companion alone. It fully expects you to all stay together as a happy family unit. The little guy is freakishly strong, and may physically hold on to the two of you in order to keep you around. He sure loves to hold hands. It must bring him comfort. Or maybe he’s just exchanging long strings of complex proteins for sustenance with you. Either or.
The only way to get rid of the MAC is to find its real parents.
Notes:
1. Maybe you find the parents right away. Maybe it takes days. Weeks. The whole month. You poor bastard.
2. How you treat the MAC will affect the colour of your ScryWatch. So, yes, if you punt it into the sun you probably won’t be rewarded.
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"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."
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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?"
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"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.
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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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Not only is it huge, but Quentin, in all his delight for digital gadgetry has tinkered with the systems that their suite runs on to the point that almost anything is automated if you want it to be.
"Computer. Afterglow mode," he says as they walk in. With a validating chirp, it dims the lights, steams fills the shower stall as the water turns on and the air is warmed few extra degrees.
He checks himself in the mirror first, fixing his hair and flexing a moment before he steps into the water and reaches for Kyle to follow.
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Kyle snorts. "Afterglow mode," he mutters, smiling. His smile grows further when he sees Quentin flex in the mirror.
He follows into the spacious shower, breathing in the steamy air. He wraps himself around Quentin, nuzzling him from behind.
"You're really handsome, Q. In case you didn't know that."
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He hugs Kyle's arms around him and kisses his cheekbone. "I do ok," he smirks. "So long as you think so. I've actually been like.. maybe a little careful around here. Because I don't happens if you die in this place. And I realized if I did... I might not get to come back to you. But even if I do, I could come back different. You know that right?"
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"Okay, one: thank you for being careful. I try to be careful, too.
"Two: I'd love you no matter what you came back as, dude, don't worry."
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"I don't know what happens to me without access to Krakoan resurrection protocols is all. I could end up like, shorter. And scrawnier."
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"Yeah, because I was totally drawn in by your hugely jacked bod," Kyle says dryly.
"I wouldn't care, dude. You'd still be you. Now, if you came back taller... that might be an issue," he teases.
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"I KNEW it," he teases back.
"Sadly, never taller. I might be a more bitter version of myself though. I'd be pissed to lose all my work. DNA editing isn't quick and easy you know?"
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"You got me. First time I laid eyes on you, I was like, damn. That is a giga Chad whose dick I need."
Kyle shakes his head. "I mean, that I weirdly understand. Nobody likes losing work. But like..." He turns so he can hug Quentin. "I don't care. You're you. I love you. I don't think any superficial alternations would change that."
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"I believe you," he murmurs. "You're not like, a crazy superficial dude. I just don't want you to feel like I hid something from you either, you know?" He drinks the water off Kyle's skin when he kisses him. "'Cause, you're the best. And you're like, very sexy, you know? IknowIknowIknow, you're gonna tell me you're not but. You are. You're a hottie Kyle Broflovski."
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"Dude, you told me you genetically altered yourself to not have pubes. You absolutely have never hid that shit from me." He kisses back softly. "I do okay," he concedes.
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"You do great—" he promises, pushing his soap slicked hands up Kyle's stomach, across his chest and over his shoulders. "You're lanky ginger sexpot. And your sleepy, post-nut, smile is so God damn cute."
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Kyle shivers, smiling. "Careful, you're gonna get me going again."
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That little shiver inspires him to do it again, despite being warned. "Sorry. I like your tight bod. If I give you a boner I promise I'll take care of it."
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"It's okay." He pulls Quentin a little bit closer for a hug and a kiss to the forehead before he returns to conditioning and rinsing his curls.
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He snuggles Kyle in that hug a moment before watching him treat his hair the way Quentin has so thoroughly instructed. He couldn't be more proud and soaps up Kyle's back while he rinses. "Lookit you and all your self-care skills. I'm fully taking credit for glow up."
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Kyle blushes faintly. "Well. Yeah," he says. "It WAS you. And it's undeniable how much better my hair looks and feels. Like I may never get into facial peels or whatever they're called? But yeah."
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"That's ok. You don't have to go full skincare guru or whatever. You look great and you've got pretty great skin already. Probably because you actually like exercise, and staying hydrated plus your diet keeps your sugar decently low. But one of these days I'll put a mask on you if I'm doing my own."
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He grins. "Okay, deal. We'll be fancy together."
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He pulls a face at that notion. Not one that looks insulted exactly but a little confused nevertheless. "Pftf, who the hell is he to talk?!"
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Kyle shrugs, looking uncomfortable. "Well, he didn't deny that, he's pretty up front about being, uh. A morally questionable psychopath. But you're NOT in the same league at ALL."
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"Course not! I don't even like, care about how good anyone thinks I am. But listening to that guy decide where anyone else stands? That's like Kenneth Copeland telling people who's getting into heaven."
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