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TEST DRIVE MEME #2
Awakening
The multiverse is sick. It’s dying. And it’s up to you to save it. Or, at least, that’s what the Zenith Corporation had told you when they announced their search for a cure across the multiverse. They hand-picked individuals to be "volunteers" for the next stage of experimentation. Maybe they made it sound dire, maybe you already had your mind set to help, or maybe the specifics of how you could help was vague. Considering the alternative was wasting away on your home planet with no promise of when this cure might actually come to fruition, it ultimately wasn’t much of a choice either way.
Everything comes to life the more awake that you start to feel. "Good morning, volunteer," sounds a synthetic, feminine voice in your ear. That must be one of the fancy features they advertised about the chip that was injected just beneath your skin. A projected HUD above your torso displays and scrolls through several readings about the state of your being. "A scan of your vital signs show that everything is functioning as normal." There’s a small pause. "Wait-" The spike of alarm that should follow that single, distressed-sounding word is accompanied by a light chime. "Emotional responses are still accurate, too. Thank you for your cooperation!" Without any further explanation or allowing for protest, she continues on. "I hope you enjoyed your nap! We’ll be descending to planet #05031941 - common name designated as Zhautas - in approximately three hours. There will be a brief orientation for all volunteers exactly one hour before landing. Due to potential unnatural stress levels upon awakening from stasis, I suggest a relaxing trip to the garden beforehand."
If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.
My name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.
Code CreditMy name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.
Say Aloe (Prospective Players Only)
Red lights lead the way to the gym, green will be your path to the gardens, ostignuh is- Wait, what do you mean the color ostignuh is burning your eyes? Huh. They must have over-corrected for your species. Oh, well. They’ll fix that for the next trip. For now, don’t worry about it. It probably didn’t lead to anything important anyway!
- The staff is much more attentive this time than they were with the first wave of volunteers. Poor feedback and the threat of losing their jobs if they don't improve their standing will do that! Unfortunately, it isn't just the colors that have been over-corrected. Despite how many times you tell the very helpful staff member that you're fine, they won't leave you alone. Are you sure? They can walk with you if you'd like. They can even hold your hand if you're overwhelmed! If there's anything you need, they're here for you.
Maybe if you find a buddy to walk you to your destination they might divert their attention to a different volunteer. The buddy system is pretty fool-proof, after all. - As you draw closer to the gardens, the lights in the hallway begin to dim. In fact, the only available source of illumination for a small distance is the thin green line across the floor guiding your way. Careful not to trip! There's handy railing to hold onto or maybe you accidentally grab the arm of that (hopefully) cute person nearby. It's kind of hard to tell and green isn't really a flattering color anyway.
Suddenly, you're stepping into a wide open space of twilight. Iridescent flowers dot the landscape for as far as the eye can see. They come in all different shapes, sizes, and glow softly in this simulated night-scape. Trees of shining magenta leaves and blue bark wind up to the stars. Or, at least, the viewing panels that allow the stars to be seen from inside the ship. Not to worry, it's entirely safe and beautiful!
The featured flower of this month is the Nykt Blossom. Be warned, however, that inhaling its pollen causes increased levels of oxytocin. This will cause you to feel compelled to bond socially with others. That is, you might find yourself a lot more friendly than usual! Maybe a little too friendly, even, if you're especially susceptible to its effects. - It's very easy to miss the warning signs in this dark as you step into the section of the garden that houses the more alien plant-life.
They'll fix that for the future, of course, but for now many volunteers are likely finding themselves subject to the same unfortunate circumstances. Coitendrils are in abundance here; they're a pretty touchy feely species.
It's a plant that thrives in warm conditions and grows at an incredibly fast rate to seek out these cozy spots. As it turns out, your body warmth is the highest temperature around and exactly what it's looking for.
Before you know it, long green tendrils are suddenly growing around your arms or legs in speedy spirals. They get everywhere in a matter of mere seconds. Their growth is aggressive, finding ways beneath the fabric of whatever clothes you happen to be wearing and to the skin below. The only way to reverse their growing hold is to cool yourself off and fast. Maybe someone can grab you some ice?
Orientation (Prospective Players Only)
Around an hour before landing, an announcement is made to everyone aboard the ship. It’s time to find your way to the amphitheater for orientation. If anyone gripes, they are reminded that it has mandatory safety information that the Zenith Corporation is legally required to cover. In fact, there's even a quiz at the end to make sure you understand all the technical ins and outs! The Zenith Corporation only has your best interests at heart. They also can’t afford another lawsuit or PR nightmare but who can, really? It’s only a half an hour long and R.O.S.I.E. reassures everyone that it will go by faster than they think.
- Are you way too cool for school? If you try to play hookey, the crew members of the spaceship are already on guard. You're not the first one to try this and they doubt you'll be the last. Try as you might to super sleuth your way around, there’ll be someone at apparently every single turn and twist you try.
It’s also very likely that in scrambling to find a place to hide you’ll run into someone else breaking the rules! Perhaps great minds think alike and you decide to try to defy the system together. Or maybe they’re totally just getting in your way and you decide instead to throw them to the wolves to give yourself a better chance at escaping certain boredom that is an informational seminar. The choice is yours, volunteer! - Whether you come to the orientation willingly or are dragged in by one of the staff, you’ll quickly realize just how bad R.O.S.I.E. lied. A half an hour feels almost like ten hours instead. The last time you checked your watch, it was somehow later than when you check it now. Is time going backward? It sure seems like it the longer you listen to the monotone voice read over colored flavor text clearly meant to engage but missing its mark stupendously. Even the motivation of a quiz at the end that needs to be passed in order to disembark seems to do little to nothing for your dwindling attention span.
Finally, there’s a break in the bureaucratic monotony. The faceless, droning voice introduces one of the staff currently on Zhautas, Jeneviere. He's assistant to the head scientist, Professor Quintalian, and freshly assigned overseer of new volunteers. He also looks like he absolutely doesn't want to be the one doing this seminar.
"Come now, Jenny," says a masculine voice off screen. "You promised."
"I know what I said," he snaps, glaring off camera and not seeming to care much for the fact this is a live feed nor that these new volunteers are expecting something a bit more professional.
"Then what's the problem?" the voice asks again. As it does, a tentacle wiggles into view and gives a reassuring pat on the deerman's shoulder. "I know for a fact that you like being filmed, Jenny, so really this shouldn't be so daunting-"
As he speaks, Jeneviere's cheeks suddenly burn red hot. He stands forcefully out of his chair and uses one of those hoofs to kick harshly at the source of the tentacles. There's a very undignified squawk at the attack before the video feed cuts out and a technical difficulties sign is displayed.
"... Right," the narrator from before says to break the undeniably awkward silence. "Just give us a moment, volunteers, and we'll get a pre-recorded seminar ready for you instead. In the meantime, let's open up communications with the facility and allow you to discuss with those already on the planet about what they've enjoyed most about their time on Zhautas so far?*
- Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
It isn't too hard. Or maybe it is. Perhaps it's just the pressure that you only have fifteen minutes to complete it. What was the professor's first name again? How many research facilities are there on the planet? Staff are scrutinizing your every move now, it feels like. Do you take the risk and try to whisper for help to the person next to you? Pass notes? Do what you must to succeed! ...Or you can just shamefully take the quiz again and again and again until they're legally obligated to let you off board. - Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
Welcome to Zhautas! (All Players)
Finally, it's time to disembark at the research facility. This time they have the right coordinates so it's as easy as stepping off the ship and to your new home away from home. Or, at least, it should have been that easy...
There's an awful lot of construction going on around here. Several beings with hard hats, power tools, and ridiculous amounts of glue are rushing about. They're shouting orders and saying "excuse me" where they remember to. Still, it can be hard to get a word in edgewise about the fact that you're new volunteers here to check-in. In addition to the construction, there's also an awful lot of important-seeming people walking throughout the facility as well that staff are far more attentive to than you.
In short, it's borderline chaos as you try to get your bearings.
- "Bad news, new volunteers," says R.O.S.I.E. in the midst of all the commotion. "We have your housing assignments but there have been some... technical difficulties in preparing the new rooms." There's actually been a lot of technical difficulties, period. Maybe you've already noticed with the lights randomly changing color or dimness, the vending machine that launched your drink at you, or R.O.S.I.E. herself glitching out periodically when responding. The problem with the rooms is that the doors won't open. Or they won't stay closed. Or that they open and close constantly and forcefully so it's a safety hazard. As if everything else going on with all the construction isn't.
"We're working on it as fast as we can, but for now, we've set up a temporary sleeping situation until its resolved." Everyone will be directed to one of the larger common rooms in the east wing of the facility while the rest of the volunteers are still awaiting their new housing as promised.
Mattresses are laid out in rows on the floor. There's plenty of blankets, pillows, and even some LED lights strung around the room to provide some nice ambience.
Additionally, there's a screen covering one of the walls for a movie to be projected on before bed. R.O.S.I.E. has chosen a thematically appropriate film that was approved by Professor Quintalian himself. Snacks are provided too! It's an old-fashioned sleepover, volunteers. Make a blanket fort, enjoy what's on for your viewing pleasure, and have - most of all - have fun. - What's a sleepover without scary stories? Flashlights have been provided and it's time to get spooky. Here's your chance to share that real thriller that you know from back home. Maybe another world has a similar tale! Either way, there's nothing like bonding over a little healthy fear. Right?
Or maybe terrifying strangers isn't your idea of a good time and you'd rather make shadow puppets instead. That's also an option! In fact, some people are trying to start a contest out of it to see who can cast the most creative shadows around. - The night staff comes around for one last security sweep. Get some sleep, they say. It's been a long day. Tomorrow might be even longer if they still can't figure out the rooms or where to put all these new volunteers for the time being.
As nice as that sounds, it's a little easier said than done. Whether it's the construction noise, the person next to you snoring, or late night existential thoughts it's difficult for sleep to find you. Maybe talking to someone might help? Or maybe you just need to go to the bathroom. Good luck crossing the swath of bodies, in the case of the latter, and who knows! You might find someone else having as much trouble sleeping as you that you can commiserate with.
Or maybe you're the one snoring. Do you happen to kick in your sleep? How unfortunate for the person assigned to the mat next to you. They might be courteous or they might tell you just how obnoxious it is. Whatever the case might actually be, you're likely in for a long first night here at the research facility.
Network/Bangr (All Players)
During all the goings-on, R.O.S.I.E. will prompt you to set up your presence on the network. Pick a username, a profile picture, and commence to shitposting immediately if you so desire! Additionally, if you want to get a headstart on your contribution to the volunteer program, why not set up your Bangr? R.O.S.I.E. even has an icebreaker question ready for you! They change every month. This month's question is:
(*Despite what you might actually put, know that R.O.S.I.E. is a little glitchy. What you wrote might not actually be what's displayed! I.E., you can totally use this as a misfire type deal in case your character wouldn't answer this question.)
bangr
Professor Quintalian | 35
Wake-up sex is the best, in my opinion. Hormones are more haywire first thing in the morning; it's just scientific sense to get your bang in during wake-up time.
| ✓ | ✕ |
| YES |
NO |
Extra Notes
- The BANGR code only works in comments, there is a separate code for entries!
If you're testing this code before posting it here please do so in a comment to an entry for accuracy! - TDM top levels are allowed for current characters and/or new characters!
However, current characters can ONLY interact with the following prompts:
WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS where new characters are on the planet AND/OR the network options available if they want the thread to be considered game canon.
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Well, I'm no expert, but I do believe that at least some parts need to be uncovered for this to be enjoyable for one party, let alone both.
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I think you'll have to earn those parts.
[ She settles on that once she has her shirt out of the way, buying herself some time to decide how to go about elegantly solving her pants and boots situation. ]
And show that you can make a fair trade.
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Are you asking for me to remove my clothing? In public? How scandalous.
[But he was grinning as he trailed his finger down to the edge of her binding, tracing along it and feeling that heat blaze hotter in his chest -- and a bit lower.]
Shall I do away with it all at once, or would you like a show?
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[ She challenges him with this readily, feeling evidently more comfortable in the verbal back-and-forth than movement. And they both know this is more private, anyway, than what's waiting downstairs. She tilts her chin up slightly, giving him more access to her throat, welcoming the path of his fingertips.
Her skin feels distinctly warmer now under his touch — to both of them, really. The gentleness of his traced patterns provokes a tingle of anticipation that pushes her tongue out between her lips to wet them before she gives him her answer. ]
I see no reason I can't have both.
[ She climbs off of him and gestures to the foot of the makeshift bed as though to indicate where he should stand. ]
If it's good, I'll let you take off something else of mine.
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I feel as if there should be music. I suppose I'll have to make do without.
[To make up for the lack of tunes, he watched her as he toed out of his boots, leaving them there at on the ground and lifting a foot at a time to peel off his socks. Feet bare, he flexed his toes a bit, feeling oddly more comfortable like that than with shoes on before he reached over his head and pulled his shirt off in one quick jerk, holding it in front of him for a moment before dropping it.
He was furred, but not overly so. A patch of hair that spread down towards his belly before disappearing into his trousers. His hand went to the button of his jeans, then slid down to cup himself for a moment before lifting back up, a tease both to himself and her as he met her eyes again.]
Shall I proceed?
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Generally speaking Pelan doesn't prefer men. If she had to choose (and thank the gods she doesn't), she's more often to chase down women. There's an appeal to that softness, the delicacy. Lucas is all bulk by contrast, but the curves of his body draw her eye, the shadows they cast giving the impression that even though he is thick, he's lean.
She shifts where she sits, her eyes accepting the invitation down into his waistband just in time to catch the way he gropes himself meaningfully.
She laughs. ]
I hope you will.
[ But as she says it, she's skimming her hands over her own abdomen to release the clasps on the band covering her chest. It falls away forgotten, and her hands slide up to cup her modest breasts. The gaps between her fingers exposed dusky, pert nipples, a few shades darker than her skin. The constant brush of her fingertips draws them to stiff nubs in short order.
Importantly, it doesn't look like she's doing this for him. She'd expose herself more, if that were the case. Rather, she gives the impression that she's really just allowing him a glimpse into a genuine response to the presentation of his naked body. ]
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Do I satisfy?
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Let's see.
[ She sits forward, shifts onto her hands and knees, and prowls towards him. The black of his underwear makes it hard to distinguish the shape of him, and she's not exactly a connoisseur of dicks. Eyes on him, she sits back on her heels when she reaches him, and lets her fingers skitter up his thighs to glide into the waistband of his underwear.
Only if it looks like he's amiable to the move does she start to pull them down. ]
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Better?
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[ She offers this agreement, her hands sliding along his flank, her thumbs lightly brushing the curve of the underside of his ass. Her heart hammers in her chest, keenly aware of him and anticipating the next steps.
By all appearances, she is in control. He defers to her in removing his clothing. She is the one touching him. But he is the one with confident command of the situation; he is the one possessing of the charisma and certainty. The one who knows well enough what he's about that he doesn't mind offering himself up to her like this.
There's something to that, she thinks. Something admirable.
He deserves better than her. But when she pulls her hands back, it's not to suggest that. Rather, ]
Turn around.
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[And he does, but he takes a half step back as he does, mostly so he can avoid hitting her with his erection. That would just be... well, a mood killer and vaguely insulting in a way you couldn't be with a new lover. Maybe after a while, that could be funny. Not so much now.
He stands comfortably nude in front of her, fully aroused by the tentative touches and her scent lifting up to him. He reaches down to slide a hand over her hair, simply because he wants to touch her.]
Have I passed your test?
[Lucas wasn't exactly beastly huge, but he wasn't small at all. He was... proportional. And being large in general, that translated to his lower appendage.]
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All of Pelan's instincts are programmed with having sex with women in mind. It can't be that different, she thinks. So she has all this instinct to assert herself, to allow for the performative, to help undress, and to go straight for oral.
And like it's not that she's wildly experienced in either alright but at least with women she has something to work off of i.e., her own body. Being confronted with his cock is humbling, in a way, reminding her that gumption and charisma won't necessarily smooth every bump in the fact that she has 10% of a clue what the hell she's doing here now that she's actually here.
And not just boasting over text message.
So there's a slight tick of her eyes widening when she sees him, but not in the 'maybe she should back off' way. Rather, she raises her fist to close around his length, committing to it and just trying to figure out how this is going to go. ]
With flying colors.
[ It's officially herself that she's worried about failing a test. She keeps her grip loose as she explores the length of him with a steady stroke. It couldn't even be a small one. This was poorly planned, on her part, but Pelan's about to do what she does with all her bad plans:
see it through to the end and hope no one realizes she's been a dumbass the whole time. ]
How should I reward your performance?
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A small smile twists the corner of his mouth, and he moves to grab her wrist, tugging to free her grip from him, but to also urge her to stand.]
You could return the favor. Or you could let me enjoy myself by trying to figure out how to get you naked.
[He wasn't in a rush, and while oral would be nice, he wanted to ease that scent of discomfort he kept picking up on. So slow and steady would be the pace.]
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She affords it no further thought. Instead, she holds her hands up as though in surrender, palms out, fingers splayed. ]
Be my guest.
[ He did say he'd enjoy it, after all. ]
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Are you worried I'm going to bite?
[He undid the trousers, sliding them down before sinking to his knees in front of her, aiming to get her to lift a foot so he could work on a boot.]
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Should I be? [ But recognizing that he has caught wind of her uncertainty, she decides not to pin him with that question. It would only seem evasive. ] No. I'm not worried about anything.
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[He looks up at her and nips at the inside of her knee as he slides one boot off, dragging the pants down that leg before lowering her foot and switching to the other boot to work on.]
Not this time, perhaps. I think this time is more about getting to know what the other's about, mm? And what do you like -- or more specifically, what don't you like?
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[ She lifts her heel to help him pull off the second boot, and the leg of her pants comes after, leaving her in her plain nude panties, which have seen better days. They're her adventuring panties and she recently lost most of her spare possessions in an airship crash. Cut some slack. ]
I usually prefer women.
[ She says this finally as though she'd been making an effort to side-step it. ]
Not because I'm not attracted to men. I've simply met more women who are … [ Fiery? Complex? Interesting? Attractive? ] My type. [ She moves her hands to his shoulders, taking her time to appreciate the muscle there. ]
This is new. I'll let you know if you do something I don't like.
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Would laying you down and removing these so I can use my mouth on you be amiss?
[Always better to ask a lady if she liked oral beforehand...]
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Regardless, she lays down, head against one of the pillows, hands skimming her abdomen gently. The urge to remove her panties herself is there, but instead, she plants her heels and arches her hips to afford him the chance. ]
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He's getting her scent and her taste to memorize, to familiarize himself with as he lets her get used to his touch. If she's used to women, he doesn't want to be the male that turns her off men entirely. So he'll dance his tongue lightly over the bend of her knee, then kiss his way up to her crotch, eyes flicking up to meet hers to see how she's taking it.]
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Pelan reaches down to thread her fingers in his hair. It's just barely long enough to get a good grip on. ]
That's it. Keep going.
[ She rocks her hips a little, somewhat needy. With her other hand she reaches between her thighs to spread herself for him. Her cunt is dark, dusky like her nipples on the outside, more purple than pink, and already glistening and wet from the time they have taken, the caution he has shown spurring her to anticipate. It's easy to show herself to him when it's not really herself. This form may be the most identical it gets to her actual self, but it still feels ... separate. It's easier to be bolder behind a mask. ]
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She spread her folds and he leaned in and lapped at her, a long drag of his tongue over where she dipped in, then up to find and tease around her clit. He suckled it gently, nuzzling in against her and tasting that tang that women had, that sweet musk that never failed to get him from sleeping to aroused in a heartbeat. And he was achingly hard, but that was easily ignored for the pleasure of licking at her. His hand slid under to her ass, gripping her and lifting her up as if she was something sweet he was going to take a bite from.]
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That gesture opens her up to him wider as her head lolls back. The dexterity of his tongue surprises her, though she knows it shouldn't. He's practically a cat, by his own admission. She still hadn't imagined he would have the kind of intuition he does.
He earns the satisfied roll that her whole body does in response, a squirming that seems to migrate under her skin through all her limbs, up her torso. She pulls at his hair to get him closer, to guide him, whimpering as his tongue nudges at her clit just right before thrashing with too-great a sensitivity when he leans into it too much.
She's not hard to read. ]
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His world is buried between her thighs just then, and it's not entirely a bad place to be.]
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