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TEST DRIVE MEME #8.5
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 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, 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 shortly after landing. In order to stimulate your brain, I suggest visiting the museum for a relaxing bit of artistic appreciation!"
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 glad to have you aboard.
Artistic Endeavours
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!
- 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. - 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. - 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! - 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.
- 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! - 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!" - 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.
MAIN RESEARCH FACILITY
- They were supposed to have everyone's rooming assignments ready. Unfortunately, R.O.S.I.E. still has quite a bit of backlog to work through 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.
- 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!" - "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.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
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 |
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!
IC QUESTIONS
major lilywhite ☢ izombie
Then again, most museums don't involve porn. Maybe softcore porn, some naked Boticelli chicks or whatever, but not actual hardcore porn. This museum? It's basically only porn. Regular gay and straight porn with humans, alien porn in...whatever orientation the aliens are exploring in those particular pieces. It's a little overwhelming and a little awesome.
Major is standing with his hands in his back jeans pockets, mouth quirked into a crooked incredulous smile, shaking his head a bit as he stares up at a painting that seems to depict some kind of crazy interspecies orgy with at least five different alien species and at least three different sexual orientations. When someone comes up beside him to look at it, he gestures vaguely.]
Wow. This is...something isn't it? Man, I could get used to this kind of museum.
[And Major decides to just...go with it. It's not like he probably knows anyone here so what's the big deal? He hasn't got anything to be ashamed of, after all, so he strips, snags a towel and walks out onto the podium. There's one moment where he hesitates, and then he drops it, takes a deep breath and raises his brows at the group of aspiring artists staring at him.]
Uh. Guess I should think of a good pose...
Man, this is like asking what's my favorite class to play in Zombie Wizard World Online. They're all great, and each one has its perks and challenges. And yes, that is my real name.
4
Beauty is a commodity, and one that depreciates rapidly, so she's determined to make as much hay of it as she can while it lasts. So when she gets press ganged into posing for the art students, she doesn't object much, other than expressing some concern that she's taking the place of the actual model.
She pauses a moment when she finds that she is not to be alone. ]
Oh. Hello. [ She tilts her head and sizes him up. ] Has anybody ever told you you're the spitting image of King Alistair?
iwamine shuu | hatoful boyfriend
[ fascinating. shuu had not expected such detailed depictions of carnality and sexual reproduction. it does nothing for him of course, though it seems that other sapiens are quite taken to the music. hmm, music as a trigger. what else could music do? he takes his time, scribbling his notes and he might speak up to you. ]
If you can, have sexual intercourse immediately. I wish to make a study of it.
( ii. kinks - human )
[ this body felt strange. clunky. it lacked the mobility of his other form, though he is enjoying having two proper functioning limbs and being so tall. still, it didn't make up for the lack of wings and other uses of the bird form, so he found himself annoyed. until he found the kink pamphlets. he picks up a few of them, carefully perusing every detail before approaching someone and saying flat out. ]
Do these formations truly work? Test them out.
( bangr )
>Yes
>Yes
>Yes
nsfw........already......major plz.............
He can feel her eyes all over him, and he gets a shiver down his spine, an eyebrow raising as he looks over at her mid-foot-rearrangement.]
Wow. I can totally feel you objectifying me from all the way over here. I feel so violated.
[It's obviously a teasing joke, from the lilt of his voice and the little chuckle after the end of the sentence. When she comments that he looks like King Alistair though, he blinks.]
Never heard of him. I'm not completely up to date on my royalty. I bet he's super handsome though.
2 - i'm sorry in advance
[ Rita didn't expect to see Major here - or anyone she knows, honestly - but she sure did spot him and walk up beside him in time to hear him say something she actually agrees with him on. ]
Wonder if it counts as interspecies sex if we were both human at the time. [ She looks over at him with a lazy if sultry smirk - classic Rita. ] If it does, we're old pros.
[ The jamjar hasn't made her any less of a garbage bag, alas. ]
no subject
Well, I shall endeavor to not look at you at all, messere. That should solve the problem.
[ She laughs a little. ]
He's the king of Ferelden, so unless you've heard of that place then you haven't heard of him. And you would have. His ascension was quite the to-do. As for looks, he's handsome enough. But I always thought his brother was the better looking one. His hair was much longer, and he always had very fine braids in it.
[ She winks, and steals another look in the process. She steps slightly in front of him, leaning her weight on a stool and stretching her leg out in what she hopes is an artistically interesting way. ]
bangr un: whats an un
I have no bloody idea what any of that meant, but you do look nice without your shirt on.
Adam Monroe | Heroes
Being outside is the most singularly wonderful thing he could experience. He couldn't care less about the quizzes or anything else. He was out and breathing fresh air again. Adam found a good spot to sit and stare up at the stars. He heard ROSIE's question and suggestion of wishing, but he really just wants to sit and enjoy.
He wouldn't mind company, but he doesn't really seek it out, either.
Bangr
It's really the partner I care about, not the time of year.
Wildcard
[Find Adam outside anywhere and force him to be social!]
runa sea-sung (dovahkiin) | tes v: skyrim
— ARTISTIC ENDEAVORS.
her new friend helps to break her of her thoughts as she shrugs off her cloak. what's the worst that could happen? talos be damned, she might even get some new information or money out of this session. after all, it was just getting nude. there was certainly worst first impressions to your new land.)
Aye, yeah, you keep mentioning that little tidbit. I'm just your typical boring human with the blood and soul of a dragon but, you know, details. And, dearest... sir must I go fully nude? ( she appears, nude from the waist down but still wearing dark scalemail that covered her arms but left her breasts bare. ) You see, I've always wanted someone to draw me only wearing this and nothing more.
— ORIENTATION.
Zul Mey Gut—! ( she calls out from her hiding spot as another voice, her voice, seemingly bellows forth from far down the opposite hall. ) HEY, SKEEVER BUTT!
( runa, thankfully, has enough sense not to make a scene until the trackers are gone and she jumps from her hiding spot literally in the rafters to the ground. if there is anyone around, hopefully they are not easily spooked as she appears with a chuckle. honestly, look close enough and you might even see tears in her eyes. )
Did you see how fast they ran off? I should have... pffft hahah I should have done that sooner.
— MAIN RESEARCH FACILITY.
( it's been a long... has it been only a day? given everything that has happened and has been happening-- it's been hard to keep up with time here especially when the night sky is nothing like the one back home. she misses the northern lights, the blanket of colors that seemed to cover skyrim from riften to solitude. it was beauty unmatched and here? well, it's beautiful in it's own way but there's just something missing that makes runa yearn for home. still once she arrives at the location that the weird talking voice from a box has lead them too there is a moment where she does find herself enjoying the beauty of this place. )
You wantin' to know our wishes now? ( sigh. right, well... ) Mead would be fuckin' lovely right now. Honningbrew or I'd even go for Black-Briar, damn the lot of them. Can't go wrong with a good spiced wine either.
— wildcard.
— bangr.
You ever fuck for warmth in the middle of a blizzard atop the Throat of the World? Right fun, that is. Otherwise I'm pretty fond of spring.
un: electricplay
Not sure what Throat of the World is but I've absolutely fucked for warmth during the winter. People see it as desperate but fuck if it isn't a lot of fun
un: dovahkiin
desperate my winter loving ass, i wasn't born with genetics that help me resist the cold for nothing. gotta put that shite to use.
klaus hargreeves ➃ the umbrella academy ➃ cw: spoilers!
Never having been the type to get much of anything out of museums, Klaus isn't exactly paying attention to what's going on around him, ignoring the paintings and tapestries and statues all around him while he makes his stiff-legged and stiff-backed ambling way to wherever he can just lie the fuck down and get his bearings.
At least until he hears someone chattering at him from off to one side, and his head swivels around sideways, eyes narrowing a bit as he stares at what, to an observer, would look like empty space. Slowly, his face draws up into a sort of confused scowl, and he gestures vaguely with the hand that isn't holding the bowling shoes.]
Hey hey h-hey now, that's totally inappropriate talk in a fancy museum. [A pause, and he looks a bit taken aback.] Of course I know what kind of museum, I'm in, it's...
[And then his head lifts more and he looks around at the walls.]
Oh, huh...guess it isn't...all that inappropriate...
[Anyone not able to see the alien ghost he's speaking to might be a bit confused by this one-sided conversation.]
Opening one eye, he looks at them for a moment, then groans and lets the front two legs of the chair drop to the ground, throws his upper body forward against the desk, and drapes his arms against it. Extending one hand, he scoops up one of the papers, looks it over for a moment, then crumples it up into a ball, and tosses it at the back of someone's head. Then another. And another.
Someone's bound to eventually have a problem with that. Klaus isn't particularly concerned.]
First instinct being to look around for the dead person, his eyes widen, and he swivels his head, before saying.]
Uhhhh, I guess so?
[Never really thought about it either way, but he wants to keep the disembodied voice talking, until he figures out where it's coming from. (This is what he gets for not paying attention in Orientation.)
After following the voice through the jungle (this has got to be a weird acid trip, it's just gotta be) he finds himself on a pretty little grassy knoll with a lovely view of the stars and the moon.
Okay.
Flopping down in the grass, he sighs, crosses his arms under his head, and purses his lips.]
Wishes? What am I, five years old?
Who the fuck cares?
no subject
no subject
it sounds weird and dumb, weird dumb
no subject
Museum | Hit me up with anything, babe
His face is flushed and he's trying to find his way out when Klaus speaks next to him, drawing his attention immediately and mistaking the man's accusation by something directed at him. ]
I didn't know where I was getting myself into.
✓
Michael Guerin | Roswell, New Mexico
[ This is a long way from Roswell's sad little excuse at a museum (though it definitely had some very pleasant memories for Michael). Michael's still trying to figure out his way around and trying to understand exactly what part of the universe he ended up in and whether there's anyone here that's family or like-species or whether they have abilities like him.
He wants answers.
Instead, he gets sex. That's not exactly a bad thing, but hey. He signed up for this, right?
Grinning, he strolls up to the little condom bouquet and gives it a bit of a flick, glancing to see if anyone's looking before he reaches over to pocket one of them, which has the effect of making the bouquet look a little sad and wilted, but hey, at least it fits the theme. He glances over his shoulder when he hears someone coming in, using his telekinesis to rearrange the bouquet a little, just so he doesn't get in shit on his first day.
He smirks at the person who's looking at him, wiggling the condom up between them. ]
Finders keepers, right?
Viewing Spot
[ When he was a kid and he hitched out to Foster Ranch, he used to sit like this and stare up at the stars and the moon. Different stars, different moon. Every time, he thought maybe tonight would be the night that his family would come back for him. Eventually, he'd decided that waiting was for suckers and if Michael wanted to get anything done, he needed to go to them.
That had been the start of the blueprints and the research, but even after taking matters into his own hands, he still went out to Foster Ranch. He'd worked there for ages and every night, he'd lie in his truck bed and stare up at the sky.
Now, he's actually on an alien planet. Home? Hell, he doesn't know, but it's more home than Earth has ever been (with a few exceptions, those few people that need him, and the one person he needs more than anything). Lying on his back, he lets out a snort when the AI suggests he make a wish. ]
Out loud? I don't know. I'm pretty sure that's in violation of birthday and genie wishes.
[ As usual, it's a cover, because the last thing he wants to do is admit out loud that the only thing he's ever really wished for is something that he's never going to get to have. Home, in whatever way he can get it. He's not home here, on Earth, and he's not home because Alex doesn't want to be seen with him, so he'll bluff and bluster all night long, if he has to. ]
Bangr
Who needs a reason? Why can't people just fuck?
no subject
But finally this is something sort of normal? Sort of? Some guy with seriously intense sunglasses and some equally intense blushing going on is clearing his throat and saying he didn't expect this either.]
Right? You don't really go into a museum expecting...
[Klaus gestures vaguely, the movement of it making him sway back and forth on his bare feet, just a little. But he stays upright.]
Porn. So much porn.
✓
hah!
I see wat u did there.
[Wait, this guy doesn't know him.]
wait sorry injoek
and no doesnt matter, sex is sex
no subject
Sorry for the delay!
[ 'And yet' his tone implies clearly as Scott gives Klaus a sheepish smile. Boy is this awkward. If he were someone he was familiar with they could laugh it out because eh, Zenith, but it's not the case. So Scott tries to focus on actually socializing instead of staring at the painting behind Klaus. Who knew some aliens had three di...okay, focus. ]
I'm Scott, nice to meet you. New here?