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Zhautas ([personal profile] zhautasmods) wrote in [community profile] sexyspace2019-01-24 08:00 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME #8

Awakening
Artificial lights assault your eyes. It takes a few blinks for them to adjust properly. Quiet mechanical whirs and clicks sound in the small, sparse space that you had likely been corralled into before being put to sleep for the long journey. As grogginess fades away and lucidity starts to take hold, you begin to remember where you are and why you’re here on this spaceship thousands of lightyears away from home and perhaps everything and everyone you’ve ever known.

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 on helping, or maybe the exact specifications of how you could help were 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, masculine voice in your ear. That must be one of the fancy features they advertised about the chip that was injected just beneath your skin. "About time you woke up." 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. "Oh, actually- Nevermind, that's probably fine." The sense of dread that follows that misleading phrase is accompanied by a light chime. "Emotional responses are still accurate, too. Good to know." Without any further explanation or allowing for protest, he continues on. "Hopefully, you aren't too sore after sleeping that long. 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 shortly after landing. In order to stimulate what little brain activity you have, I suggest visiting the museum for a relaxing bit of artistic appreciation."

If you have any questions, make sure they're worth my time. My name is R.Y.U.O. and on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re glad to have you aboard.
Artistic Endeavours
There's a whole array of colored lines for volunteers to follow these days. Red lights lead the way to the gym, green is where you'll find the garden, blue will be your path to the pool, orange is where the food court is, aqua is how you find the aquarium, grey will lead you to spa, moss green leads the way to the obstacle course, and now added on is hot pink for the museum. That might seem like a strange color for it... but it'll make sense soon enough!

As always, the color o҉s҉t҉i҉g҉n҉u҉h҉ is- Wait, what do you mean the color o҉s҉t҉i҉g҉n҉u҉h҉ is so bright it's searing your eyes? Huh. That's weird. Maybe the replacement light they made was the wrong kind. 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!

  1. While the staff are helpful, many of them seem to be defeated. There's an unmistakable melancholy in the air. If anyone tries to ask, they reassure volunteers that everything is fine. Still, the moment that anything goes wrong or they can't exactly answer a question it's clear that they grow even more self-conscious. Just what's going on around here?

    They won't say. Maybe one or two might eventually let it slip that the Zenith Corporation isn't especially happy lately with a wanted criminal still at large on Zhautas that seems to be terrorizing Zenith at every turn. Her name is Hoshiko and she's a pirate that is capable of escaping every attempt Zenith has made so far to apprehend her. Recently, she caused quite a bit of destruction and caused Zenith to lose their good standing in some parts of Zhautas. Still, try not to worry about it too much. Oh, and, don't tell their boss that they let you know this. They technically weren't supposed to.


  2. As you draw closer to museum, some soothing music begins to play through the halls. It's supposed to get volunteers really in the mood for the museum, if you know what they mean. That's because it isn't your typical museum, of course. If you were one of the few that didn't really know the details of why you were coming here in the first place, you'll definitely know now when it's all out on display.

    "Do make sure not to inappropriately touch anything," says R.Y.U.O. flatly. Metal flooring changes to marble beneath your feet upon stepping into a large museum. The emphasis of these exhibits is sex. That is obvious in the statues and diagrams of alien creatures and their mating rituals. There are also flower bouquets that look oddly phallic (or are made out of condoms). That's one way to get creative! Additionally, there are paintings of nature from Nevrione that look like genitalia both human and not and is meant to be symbolic of sex being intrinsic to a natural way of life.


  3. Don't worry, they'll have places that you can sneak away if it gets to be a little overwhelming. The museum has a lounge of plush, red chairs to sink into if all those racy exhibits prove to be a bit too much. Upon tilting your head back to relax, however, you might just notice the suspension ropes hanging from the ceiling. Or maybe it's the man wearing the zipper mask sitting across the way that catches your eye instead.

    Oh, whoops- Looks like you might have gotten turned around at some point. This isn't the lounge at all. This is actually the kink section of the museum. There's a wide range of exhibits here that are all about the harder kinks out there across the multiverse. There are informational pamphlets and explanations of things you might have never heard of or thought of doing. Of course, if you want to keep them for reference for later... you're more than welcome to!

    In trying to leave, you might find yourself walking through a mirror maze instead. If you're wondering how this is sexy, well- Just use your imagination! Or read the nearest informational sign that reads about how masturbating or having sex in front of a mirror can be a kink for some people. That works too!

  4. This museum never seems to end. In this next part, there's a gathering of people with fancy pens and sketchbooks. It looks like perhaps an art class is in session. Whether you decide to stay and see what they might be painting or choose not to disturb and attempt to go along your way, you'll be addressed suddenly by a large mustached man with six eyes and three pairs of spectacles. "You there!" he suddenly beams. "Yes, you, the- What species are you again? Oh, it doesn't matter." He clicks his mandibles and smiles (or the closest thing to it) as his fuzzy claws rub together idly.

    "I'm glad you could make it," he continues on, despite any protests you might make. "But you're wearing far too much for this modeling session!" Modeling session? What in the world is he going on about? You didn't sign up as a model for anything! Any protests you make die on your lips as he talks over you and tugs you towards a dressing room in the back of the studio. "Hurry now, we only have a set amount of time before orientation and landing! These people are eager to draw a, mm. Whatever you are!" He'll get it eventually. "There's a towel in case you're a little shy but it'll need to be removed once you're on the podium."

    With that, he leaves you alone to get undressed. Maybe you decide to roll with it! Why not go bare for all to see and sketch? It's a once in a lifetime opportunity and you'd be helping out some very nice art students. Or maybe not. In that case, it seems you're not the only one that got roped into this impromptu nude modeling session unawares. There are likely other volunteers just as confused and looking for help. Perhaps together you can convince this guy he's got the wrong person... or even find the actual model. Better hurry though! The teacher isn't a patient man and there's no doubt he'll be asking where you are before long.
Orientation

Shortly after 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.Y.U.O. tells everyone that, while boring, it is mandatory by law so you best pay attention.
  1. Are you way too cool for school? If you try to play hooky, 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 twist and turn.

    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 the certain boredom that is an informational seminar. The choice is yours, volunteer!

  2. Whether you come to the orientation willingly or are dragged in by one of the staff, you’ll quickly realize just how right R.Y.U.O. was. This is the most boring thing you've ever sat through. 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 announces an additional seminar from The Zenith Corporation! In light of some recent... issues, they're really trying to promote their volunteer program as something beneficial for the multiverse but also for you! Despite what you might hear from established volunteers, they really do have your best interests at heart and want your help to succeed in curing this disease.

    It's all very touching, isn't it? How much they care? Maybe you buy into it and think, wow! I'm really helping to save the multiverse. Or maybe it reads like try hard propaganda to get you to see them as the benevolent ones when they're not actually as good as they seem. After all, if established volunteers are having problems that they feel the need to point out- Isn't that just a little bit suspicious, maybe?

    "Thank you, Zenith," the voice says, level and not giving anything away. "Wasn't that informative! Volunteers, what do you think about the topic of Zenith's operations here on Zhautas? Discuss amongst yourselves!"

  3. 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.
NEVRIONE (JAN 24th - FEB 17th)
Finally, it's time to disembark on Zhautas. Instead of stepping into a tropical paradise, however, volunteers are greeted by the crisp winter air and crunch of ice and snow beneath their shoes. Welcome to Nevrione! Even if it isn't quite as warm as you were hoping, in more ways than one.

  1. Volunteers will be dropped off at the outskirts of the city of Heawood. It's unfortunately seen better days. The forest is in shambles compared to what was advertised. It looks like there was a large battle here recently and, well, you wouldn't be wrong! If you ask anyone, they'll talk about the recent troubles they'd had. Something about a space pirate causing a scene and destroying a Zenith outpost, the native gods being summoned to defend the country, and... those gods being killed. It sounds like a lot happened in this country before your arrival and now everyone is left to pick up the pieces.

    While volunteers were initially greeted with open arms a couple months ago, the reception that this group gets will be as cold as the snow outside. The locals don't seem too pleased about the idea of more off-worlders coming into their home and potentially making things worse. Of course, not everyone feels this way, but a large majority of the population do. It might make it hard to get directions or learn more about the local culture when they aren't really willing to share. Sorry, volunteers! The Zenith Corporation actually says that you'll be leaving soon so it's likely better that you won't have the chance to get too attached.

  2. Suddenly, R.Y.U.O. turns on one of the newer features to help volunteers cheer up a little. Don't say he never did anything for you. Someone next to you might sprout cat or dog ears. Don’t mind if you get knocked in the face suddenly by someone’s new butterfly wings. It happens! It’s also possible they take on the long whiskers of a Coeurl or plumage of a Chocobo or other animals entirely unfamiliar to some. Either way, everyone just got a lot more animal-like. While it doesn’t look exactly like the natives, it does bring a smile to the faces of the locals and they seem a bit more generally receptive to the people waltzing into their homeland.



    This feature is extremely customizable. Volunteers can toggle it off if they don’t want it at all. Additionally, they can have as many or as few animal features as they’d like. They can also change what creature they’d like to take after with just a thought! The only limitation seems to be that they can only appear as one animal at a time.

    While all the add-ons seem to be mostly for aesthetic, it is a lot of fun to play around with!


  3. In Nevrione the current seasons is clearly Winter. All the leaves have been raked up and used for other things. What's left of the trees are barren and without leaves. It really does make everything look a little more bleak. What a shame that volunteers aren't getting to see it at its most beautiful.

    Of course, just because there isn't a lot of growth doesn't mean that there isn't any. There's actually a winter plant that seems to be just about everywhere and one that people will know- it's mistletoe! It isn't called that here, of course, but it still has the same tradition as on earth. Two people that are caught underneath it should kiss. This can be as platonic, or not, as you want it to be. Even hugs are acceptable, really! Just as long as you share a little bit of affection or intimacy with the other person, it's said to be good fortune for ringing in the new year. The people of Nevrione sure do love their good fortune, don't they?

    Of course, this plant comes with a catch. You'll find yourself stuck in some way if you don't participate in the custom. It's a little trick that the Selva - the resident fairy folk - play for when they hibernate during the winter. These creatures never seem to stop causing mischief. So, if you don't feel the love... then you're going to get stuck until you do! This doesn't have to be physically either. You could be stuck on a decision you're trying to make, on a question that was asked of you, or any number of things. The point is though, you'll be stuck on it until someone kisses or hugs some sense into you again.
MAIN RESEARCH FACILITY (FEB 18th & ON)
Or maybe you're part of a later group that ends up transported straight to the island instead. Stepping into a tropical paradise as promised is pretty nice! Despite the fact that it's only the beginning of the year here and technically winter, the main research facility is nestled on a comfortable little island that doesn't change temperature too much throughout the year.

  1. They were supposed to have everyone's rooming assignments ready. Unfortunately, R.O.S.I.E. has only just recently woken up and it slipped through the cracks. Honestly, she thought she had more time! She's had so much to catch up on after spending so long non-operational. While apologetic, it doesn't change the fact that you're out of a room for now.

    Due to their error, the Zenith staff do their best to make volunteers feel at home... outside. The weather is nice, they have perfectly good (aphro-laced!) tents for use, and why not? This an adventure, right? What's more adventurous than sleeping out under the stars on a whole new world? It's like something right out of your imagination! However they sell it to you, they sell it very well. Even if you are upset, your complaints seem to fall on deaf ears after a certain point and you might just have to accept defeat.

    At least R.O.S.I.E. has the courtesy to project a movie for everyone to watch during the evening before lights out. This one was selected by R.Y.U.O., the other A.I. that you might hear from time to time now that he's been a bit more involved. It's a classic and he's going to be disappointed if you don't appreciate its subtly and charm.

  2. During the night, you'll realize you're not alone. It's quiet, at first, but then a noise comes from out in the dark. It sounds again louder and very close by. A clear, audible-

    Ribbit. A brightly colored frog is sitting just outside your tent (or by your side, if you chose to make do without!) and blinks once you notice it. It gives a little hop, another croak, and then snatches whatever food you might have leftover from dinner. It undulates violently soon as it eats any scraps lying around then pops apart and suddenly there's two.

    If you don't want to end up overrun, you might need to put your food away! Maybe this is why you were told it wasn't good to keep it out. If you try to touch the frog to remove it, however, there's a sudden buzz in your ear and a light chime before R.O.S.I.E. speaks gently, "I wouldn't touch that if I were you. It's toxic to most species! You're going to have to find another way to get this little guy out of your space."

    "Are there any sticks around? Maybe you could ask your neighbor!"


  3. "Do you like the stars?" asks R.O.S.I.E. in the dead of night. Don't worry, she won't ask if you're asleep! In fact, it seems like she might be contacting the insomniacs or those that are having trouble specifically. An A.I. doesn't need to sleep, but it does get lonely it seems.

    She guides volunteers out to a nice viewing spot, but also warns of the jungle's dangers. If you happen to see any red eyes staring back at you in the dark, steer clear. They don't seem especially aggressive lately but demons are still bad news. But hopefully, the view of a spectacular crescent moon and stars freckling the inky black sky make up for any feelings of uncertainty you might still have, or at the very least provide a distraction from whatever has your mind keeping you from falling asleep.

    "You should make a wish," she encourages. Though, of course, you're not the only one she directed this way so your wish might not be as secret as you're hoping it to be if you say it aloud.


Network/Bangr

During all the goings-on, R.Y.U.O. 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.Y.U.O. even has an icebreaker question ready for you! They change every month. This month's question is:

What's your favorite season to have sex and why?*
(*Despite what you might actually put, know that R.Y.U.O. is a little bored. 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
What's your favorite season to have sex and why?
I'd have to say that winter is my favorite, actually. There's just something so nice about cuddling up next to someone who's warm and comfortable during the colder months of the year.

YES
NO


BANGR CODE


PLEASE NOTE: This BANGR code is the COMMENT-FRIENDLY version, 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!

Extra Notes

  • Remember that all prompts are OTA! It can now be assumed that after the ship lands, current volunteers in-game were able to board and hang-out for a little bit before it leaves again! That means established volunteers can welcome new members, show them around parts of the ship they're familiar with, and explore new areas that weren't open during their own arrival! Only new volunteers will be taking the orientation quiz, but established volunteers are free to peek inside the room or try to help with the quiz!

  • A reminder that the TDM can be considered game canon and timeline-wise the TDM takes place on the 8th when the arrival ship arrives, as shown on the calendar. As always, current players may top level, if they so choose!

  • Going into FEBRUARY, we will be continuing our APPLICATION CAP OF FORTY (40).
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[personal profile] twistturns 2019-02-12 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's a lot to take in when the situation is already as horrifying as it is. She doesn't like being judged like that. She doesn't like that this person is apparently agreeing to this for her. She crosses her arms, stubbornly.]

I'm not doing it.

[She's blushing.

Mx Mandibles doesn't care, just keeps trying to shove her towards the changing room. The mandibles click and chitter, answering the redhead's questions with 'you're volunteers,' which apparently means they shouldn't expect anything in return here.]


I know this is sort of what I signed up for by coming here -- [Sort of. She knew she'd have to have sex, but she figured she's take her time with that, find someone she liked] -- but that doesn't mean I'm just going to strip.

I'm sure you can find another model!
defaulthawke: (+ smirk)

[personal profile] defaulthawke 2019-02-12 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nice." He gives Ed a look that might as well say you like Krabby Patties don't you Squidward. "So when you tie someone up, you'll have all kinds of options."

Garrett refuses to let Ed's kink education slip away from them. He's very passionate about spreading knowledge and helping people actualize their potential.
ussenterpriser: (Next on Starfleet's Top model)

[personal profile] ussenterpriser 2019-02-12 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
That's it. Not that hard, right? One day I might even convince Burnham to use my name too.[ Not even the people of his ship calls him sir on the regular, Pike would probably make a double take if he heard that out of a formal setting.

It's still noticeable that James is trying to handle the fact Pike, a Pike, is really here and he doesn't want to make it harder for the other man. He keeps the tone of voice warmth and relaxed as they walk, even if the subject is less than pleasant. ]


Some from that universe ended up in our and a whole ship form the Federation accidentally ended in their. They were able to make it back on their own, they're a truly exceptional crew.
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[personal profile] thelosers 2019-02-12 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Eddie would normally try and be a little more polite about this but there's no polite way to devour everything on the table. He at least starts on the plate closest to him and uses cutlery although he's eating at a hiccup-inducing pace.

"Bring people back to life? What?" That can't be a thing.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-02-12 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's the only handsome bloke by the fountain so he's easy to spot. And John's the only one walking towards him so he's also easy to identify.]

Looks even better in person. [The uniform or Chris, he's not specifying.]
ussenterpriser: (Yes you can call me Daddy)

[personal profile] ussenterpriser 2019-02-12 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pike likes shameless and determined people too, so he gives John a grin for the compliment. ]

The accent is nicer in person too. [ He's not sure what sort of greetings are polite in this planet but since John is form earth, he goes by a causal handshake offer. ] Pleasure to meet you, John. You know, they didn't give me a lot of details about how exactly what we do stops the disease. Do we need to go see the staff after we have sex or...?
womanofvalue: (over the shoulder)

[personal profile] womanofvalue 2019-02-12 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Not only that. Howard ran far more tests, but I believe it ran along the lines of a superior physique, better stamina, and it did wonders for his health.

[ After all, she'd seen his file. She knew precisely how many issues Steve had. ]

What happened to the Project, then? After Erskine in your world was no longer there, it simply collapsed?
chokedonjuice: (if you don't)

[personal profile] chokedonjuice 2019-02-13 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[No way, it sounds too much like browning.]

I'd hope so!

[Yeah, he knew Aoba wasn't a virgin since...well, since they were teenagers. Mizuki huffed at him, shaking his head.]

It's more creepy to expect you to do anything...with anyone. Including me. You know it happens sometimes, sometimes you hear it but...it's how we're keeping from getting too sick.

[He clicked his tongue. Ugh, what to do when your friend is a prude...]

And sometimes...stuff happens, and things get...out of control.
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-02-13 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[This accent thing is really working out for him. He should get off the network and get around more... even if he already gets around plenty. He gives Chris's hand a light squeeze and laughs.]

No, no. I don't know if they're always watching or taking measurements or something, but we just go about our business like normal. They'll find you if they need anything from you.
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[personal profile] physioneural 2019-02-13 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
There was no one else who knew the formula. They scrapped it and moved their resources elsewhere. We were all told to go home.

[ There's that nonchalant shrug of his. ]

I refused to leave. So, they found another project...
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[personal profile] every_blossom_blooming 2019-02-13 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Being an indentured servant is not my idea of a good time," she says, somewhat bitterly. "I needed their protection until I could find a way to get home."

And free Matthias, but he doesn't need her whole story. Nina sighs and moves to prop herself up more, relaxing against the pillows and headboard.
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[personal profile] gaijinsleeve 2019-02-13 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." He thought she meant joining their gang as in, you know. Working with them and gun-running and intimidating the fuck out of people and all that stuff. Stupid of him to assume, maybe.

He reaches up and over for his glass and sits up a bit to take a drink, holding it out to her. He'd have to get up to fetch hers and he assumes with this new shared information that she's not going to be a princess over sharing a glass. Far from being inclined to kick her out, he doesn't seem to mind her company.
ataraxeia: (thumbnail)

Tim Stoker | The Magnus Archives

[personal profile] ataraxeia 2019-02-13 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[i. draw me like one of your French girls]

This isn't exactly what Tim had had in mind for his day when he'd first set out, but honestly? It's not like he had any other plans, and shame's never been his strong suit. So, why not? Sure thing, Mister Bugman, no problem. It only takes a minute or so to shuck his clothes, leather jacket followed by hoodie followed by flannel followed by t-shirt, and his hands are hovering just over the unbuttoned jeans slung low around his hips when he hears the curtain to this particular dressing room pushed aside. Half-turning, Tim offers a nod to whomever's just been abruptly introduced to the room.

"Don't mind me, I'm just about done here."

Yes, that would be Tim's cue to remove his pants, too, unless this newcomer's got anything to say about it.

[ii. night of the living Snapchat]

"You know, all in all, it's not a bad look."

That would be Tim, talking to himself, as he checks himself out in the reflective screen of his smartphone, brand new chestnut-brown cat ears twitching this way and that.

"Honestly, it's kind of cute, but I'm not sure I'm feeling the whole kitty-cat thing. Maybe something a little more interesting--what do you think?" A momentary pause and he shrugs his shoulders, carefully unfurling a pair of fluffy white wings, offering a charming smile to any passerby close enough for him to catch, one wing outstretched as if to ask them to stay a moment longer.

[iii. beyond the stars]

He should be sleeping, he knows that. Maybe it's jet-lag, some weird, interdimensional, interstellar jet-lag. Maybe it's the events of the day, or the buzz of facts from that bloody orientation quiz earlier. Maybe it's just the fact that here, under these stars, Tim feels finally and irrevocably alone. Here, it finally sinks in that he is no longer home, he's not in England, he's not on Earth. The stars he sees aren't his stars. There are no familiar constellations in the night sky he recognizes. So he makes his own, lifting a hand to connect the dots, looking for all the world like he's conducting an orchestra. Maybe he is. There's an earbud in one ear, and from the other laying on his chest there comes the faint sound of music.

Maybe if you ask, he'll show you what he's drawing in the sky, or let you have a listen to the music. After all, some things are better with company, and he does feel so terribly alone.

[iv. roulette]

[Hit me with your best shot?]

[v. swipe right]

bangr
Tim Stoker | 32
What's your favorite season to have sex and why?
Difficult to say, they all have something different going for them, don't they? Let's say spring, though. That sun just feels amazing on bare skin.

YES
NO
apricitous: (no glasses: down sunlight)

III

[personal profile] apricitous 2019-02-13 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
A dark shape blocks the stars for a moment before clearly noticing he's ruined the view and stepping back. He's about to apologize and to slip away to leave the other man in peace when he hears the music. It brings a soft smile to his lips, one that grows a little warmer and a little more gentle as he takes in the man listening to it, the look on his face.

"Would you like company or-" he doesn't want to presume, after all. But something in the man's eyes had reminded him of his own on particular nights, unfortunate nights when he'd felt especially alone.
ataraxeia: (ceiling)

[personal profile] ataraxeia 2019-02-13 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
That slowly moving hand pauses at a shadow blocking the stars, and it isn't until Clark speaks that it finally lowers, Tim's eyes picking out the faint outline of features in the dark. Or, the man says, a bridge to a sentence he can complete himself. Or. No, there's not really any or, is there? He doesn't want to be alone.

"Wouldn't say no," a soft voice replies, accent clearly calling him out as a British native. "Doesn't look like I'm getting to sleep anytime soon, anyway. What brings you out here?"
apricitous: (no glasses: sideways)

[personal profile] apricitous 2019-02-13 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Been a stargazer since I was a kid," he says easily enough as he shifts over to settle to the ground beside Tim. He gives him enough room, a comfortable distance though their legs brush up a little given the angels. One of his hands reaches over in a greeting, an offer to shake.

"Name's Clark." And he's not at all British, clearly American, but his voice is smooth and warm and friendly at least.
ataraxeia: (welp)

[personal profile] ataraxeia 2019-02-13 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
The noise he makes is agreeable enough, and he doesn't pull away from the brush of a leg against his own. Truth be told, the contact is kind of reassuring. Grounding, even. Nights like these he's always gone looking for company; only difference is, this time the company's found him. "Not many stars to see in London. Light pollution, you know," he answers in return. "But I've always enjoyed them all the same."

Tim reaches out for that hand, and his grip is firm enough to be polite, not so firm as to be a challenge. A friendly handshake. He's always been good at friendly. "Tim," he introduces himself. "Tell me-- d'you know Sarah Williams? Did they have her, where you're from? Nineteenth century English poet." A personal favorite, point of fact.
apricitous: (no glasses: hmm?)

[personal profile] apricitous 2019-02-13 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I do, actually," he says, tipping his head to the side. His smiles are small, but friendly and genuine enough and he offers them freely. This one is shorter, as he turns back to look upward again soon enough.

"I went through London a few years back. Worked as a bartender for a little while there." He lets that information hang in the air for a moment as he considers the question. He has but-

Well, there's no harm in it.

"Yes, they do. Or, er, they do in the England where I'm from. They did." He can't help a wry little chuckle. "I know who you mean." His eyes go towards the sky again. "'Loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night'?"
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[personal profile] talkscrap 2019-02-13 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Mmm, brownies.]

Right... We have to keep from getting sick, huh?

[That was what they were here for: to help find a cure. That it was somehow tied to having sex was something Aoba hadn't realized, but... if that was the deal, then that was just how it was. He didn't doubt it at all; it was too crazy to make up! Besides, compared to different timelines and what not, having sex seemed pretty tame.

Even so...]


Still, having sex on command is a little -...

[Aoba wasn't totally inexperienced, and, as any red-blooded person (and perhaps creatures of a different blood color, too!), he enjoyed getting off. But doing it because he had to... didn't feel completely right.]
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[personal profile] ataraxeia 2019-02-13 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Tim's smiles used to be given freely. He's a little out of practice of late; not much to smile about back home, and hasn't been for a while now. But he's working on them. "Really, a bartender? My sympathies. The London club scene can be brutal on bartenders." He would know. He's spent enough time in it, and slept with his fair share of bartenders.

Clark's wry chuckle and the quoted line pull an answering laugh from Tim, low and warm as he tilts his head, glancing over. "Right, the grammar's a real pain, isn't it? Syntax is a nightmare, and we haven't even gotten to any of the really weird stuff. That's the one, though. I loved that poem. Have ever since university, though I never quite got it until recently." Until he started working in research. Until the Archive. His mood sobers again, and there's a quiet contemplation in his next words.

"Do you recognize any of them? It's silly, I know, but I've been looking for anything, some sign of home, and I just...I don't know, there's nothing."
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[personal profile] apricitous 2019-02-13 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I liked it, actually," he admits with a faint smile as he leans back into the ground and sucks in a deep, slow breath. He lets it out just as calm. "And nights when I couldn't take it, I bounced or handled tables. It wasn't so bad."

He nods along about the poem, because he happened to like it as well; there was this gentle, pervasive love in the words, the kind of thing he could wrap around himself when he felt lonely or awkward. Poems like that were the kind of things he could recite to himself while he was far from home that made the world seem smaller, easier to handle.

"I don't recognize any of them, no. Not even from some charts I saw of distant galaxies. Ones far from Earth."
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[personal profile] ussenterpriser 2019-02-13 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One has to weaponize the skill they have, let it be on the battlefield or everyday life. It is a very nice accent after all. Pike smiles back, body tilting towards John. ]

Sounds for the better I'd have to ruin the mood having performance issues because someone else is watching
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[personal profile] shadowblends 2019-02-13 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you. [so he does, settling himself across from eddie, hands laced together across his lap. this way, they can still chat, but there's a respectable amount of distance between them for a first meeting.

oh, and nightcrawler appreciates having his head attached, thanks very much.]
Yes, let's. [while they do though, hopefully the older man will be up for being asked about things. appropriate things, since he does like making a good impression.]
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[personal profile] winscenario 2019-02-13 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
No, it's not that hard. [ Just... strange, addressing Pike by his first name. Wait, Chris. Chris. Oh good, his stomach's doing that weird nervous flip again. ] Burnham?

[ He doesn't quite recognize the name. Maybe he wouldn't, maybe whoever it is doesn't exist in his universe, or isn't as relevant. Either way, Jim is curious. Just like he is curious about everything that Pike Chris shares about this other mirror universe. It's such a surreal story, if something almost similarly weird hadn't happened to him he might have had his doubts about its veracity. ]

Can't imagine it was that easy. My reality, ah... came to be when Ambassador Spock traveled back in his timeline, to the day I was born-- triggering a chain of events that would lead to a divergence from his original timeline, thus creating an alternate reality.

He never managed to travel back to his own point in time, though... I'm not sure he even wanted to.
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[personal profile] followhim 2019-02-14 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ he makes his sour patch kid face. or that might actually just be his face now. who knows??? ]

I don't have buyer's remorse. [ does he, though? ] It's just a lot to take in. Everything kind of happened all at once. You ever been like that?