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TEST DRIVE MEME #9 (FOURTH WALL EDITION)

Introduction

The same siren that had sounded a couple weeks prior to signify the arrival of the portals that ripped through the island fills the air again. While Zenith had seemed to have taken care of these strange space-time anomalies, it appears that they didn't quite contain them all.

"Hello again, volunteers," R.Y.U.O. addresses the public again, thoroughly unimpressed. "It seems we have a second breach to be concerned about. Just as before: mind the edges and you should be fine." He doesn't say much more than that but anyone looking out the nearest window will see what he's referring to.

No matter where volunteers are, the giant triangular portal (approximately 1.75 miles tall and 1 mile wide) that suddenly splits reality off in the jungle faces them. No matter where they walk or what other angles they try to see it from, it faces them. That's only slightly unnerving.

It doesn't take long before the multiversal visitors start to pour through. While current volunteers can't leave, it seems that other people are able to come in through this portal that has converged from multiple access points in the multiverse on this tiny island. Say hello, volunteers, there are quite a few new unexpected faces to greet!

WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS

Professor Quintalian - who the newly displaced might have been informed already is the head of the volunteer program here on Zhautas - is quick to turn this potential PR nightmare into a daydream. People may be spilling through the portal and bringing forth any number of issues without the proper clearance but that's not their fault.

And it isn't Zenith's either, they're quick to say. It's actually because of a deranged space pirate named Hoshiko - here, have a picture for reference! - and you can blame her for your displacement in the multiverse. Please do. Of course, if anyone questions how one person is causing all this trouble Zenith representatives will be quick to say they need to go back to whatever task they had at hand and drop the topic.

Basically, it's not your fault and it's not their fault but you're still here now. So, why not be made to feel at home during your temporary stay? The professor is of the mind that showing these newcomers some good old-fashioned Zenith Corporation hospitality would be more beneficial in the long-term than trying to turn them all away immediately. You can't buy publicity like this! He wouldn't be in charge if he didn't know how to turn things to his corporation's advantage.

TEMPORARY LODGING

It's for this reason that the professor makes the call for the west wing, usually utilized primarily for research, to be turned into temporary lodging for their company. While the makeshift cots laid out aren't as private as the pods of the east wing or bungalows out on the beach, that's alright! It's still a nice, comfortable place to sleep until they figure the best way to get you back home.

They even got everyone who shows up a complementary gift basket. It's filled with cliche "aphrodisiac" foods such as chocolate, strawberries, but thankfully no oysters. They do have those if you're interested, of course, but you'd have to go to the food court for that request. The basket also contains lube (of random, assorted flavors and added effects!) as well as a cheap, plastic bullet vibrator that has the Zenith logo printed on it.

Unfortunately, due to the quality, it's a little finicky. Once you turn it on, you might not be able to turn it off. Don't worry! There's plenty of people around to help. Plenty of people to witness you fumbling with this bouncing, buzzing object and certainly plenty of embarrassment to be had by all. What a good bonding opportunity!

SEXATORIUM

Whatever research that was going on before people started arriving has been suspended for now. One wouldn't know though from how quickly the changed everything around from perhaps what veteran volunteers are used to. One minute there's regular, mundane scribbling onto clipboards and contemplative hums and nods. The next, there's sex on display in no shortage of ways.

The lab spaces have instead been converted to serve a different purpose. The lights are dimmed and tinted a hopefully soothing blue, music plays lightly, and there's the strong scent of sweat and salt permeating the place. The west wing has, for now, been converted into a sexatorium to showcase Zenith's finest attempts at curing this disease and enticing fresh faces to join their cause.

Volunteers and newcomers alike are welcome to peruse this section of the facility until everything gets sorted. Whether it be to watch or demonstrate themselves, Zenith staff is encouraging everyone to take part. They might be a little overly encouraging, honestly. It probably isn't surprising they're under quite a bit of pressure these days from HQ. Show all the multiversal visitors a good time the Zenith way, volunteers!

The glass walls of the research sector have become an exhibitionists' dream. Or perhaps a voyeur's, depending on perspective! Maybe you're taking time to walk through or scurrying to the other side and averting your eyes. If anyone was looking for the head of the program, they can find him here. Of course they can. If you're not into tentacles, that's your loss (according to him), but he's more than happy to talk about the program as well!

They also have plenty of other "experiments" that they'll be running that anyone is free to participate in. They are, but not limited to:

Sex Toy Demonstrations - Ever wondered what state of the art sexual technology is like? Check it out for yourself! If you want it, they likely have it. Not to worry if you don't exactly want to have everything on display, there are rooms that are more private with a black-out option on the glass. It can be toggled on and off or opacity may be changed and filters applied for those who might want the thrill of potentially being seen but not entirely.

Natural Aphrodisiacs - Stepping into one of these rooms will be like taking a step outside. They're full to the brim with plants both familiar and alien as a taste of the larger gardens that Zenith touts. Of note are the coitendrils; 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.
Strip Trivia - How much do you know about sex? Maybe less than you think! Especially when you start throwing xenobiology into the mix. These rooms are staged like a game show (that outsiders can also view, if you so choose!) and with each wrong answer, you'll find yourself losing a piece of clothing. It could be as minor as a sock, your bracelet, or something as obvious as your entire shirt. Don't worry, your clothes are held in a containment unit just outside the room and it's all in good fun!
Cultural Exchange - It's no secret that many of the cultures and species on Zhautas are sex-positive. Most recently, volunteers visited the country of Nevrione whose specialty is leather BDSM gear with amazing hand craftsmanship. While there don't appear to be any natives to that country (which people are free to find suspicious) there is a sampling of what they have to offer for use. Also, just look at those cute feathers decorating some of the gear... What a nice touch!

AROUND THE FACILITY

The Gym
There is now a large gym after frequent volunteer requests for one. They've dedicated a lot more room recently to get a good work-out in. One of the best ways to relieve stress is exercise! Not that volunteers have any particular reason to be stressed. Everything is perfectly fine. It has a plethora of machines now rather than just a handful. In fact, it even features a rock wall, pool, and track now to suit almost every need imaginable.

A couple of the machines have an emphasis on vibrations. Not to worry, however, as there are plenty more options available that they're easily avoidable.

If the gym pool isn't your speed, you're always welcome to go for a nice swim out at the beach. The local mermaids have since returned back to their home waters, so there's no immediate threat to your well-being. At least, not anything obvious. Let them know if you find anything!
The Holo-Deck
The holo-deck is now up and fully operational. It's the size of a small gymnasium and quite sturdy! Don't worry if you do break anything, they'll fix it in a jiffy! They like to see the limits of their technology tested, after all.

The holo-deck can simulate basically anything your mind can come up with... if you have an implant. So, better make friends with someone who does if you want to experience this feature! Its main function is a relaxation mode that projects soothing landscapes and scenery. They look, smell, and sound so real you almost wouldn't believe that you aren't hiking through the mountains. And despite its limited size, the holo-deck does manipulate perception to make the space seem a lot larger than it really is.

Additionally, it has a combat mode to help keep the senses sharp of volunteers who might be more battle-inclined. They don't want you to lose your edge, after all, and especially not with Hoshiko still at large with no idea when she'll strike next. It's better to be prepared and it also gives the more restless volunteers a good way to work out all that excess energy.
Arcade
Attached to the holo-deck, there's another large room. This one is dimly lit and comes with the archaic colors and sounds that belong to a retro arcade. While the holo-deck can simulate games, there's nothing quite like the feeling of pinball beneath your fingers. Or maybe you just want to whack some moles in order to vent your frustration.

While you can win tickets here, they can't be exchanged for anything but minor trinkets. Most of the prizes to be gathered are sexual in nature (because of course, they are) like boxes of condoms or fancy flavored lubes. There's also the standard plush toys and inflatable contraptions.
Food Court & Vending Machines
This is a pristine, updated section of the facility that serves only the finest of meals thanks to the new cyborg chef in charge. He's a friendly older guy who uses his mechanical enhancements to make food faster than you can blink and, of course, it tastes incredible to boot.

Additionally, the vending area has been expanded and the machines have been fixed to no longer shoot out drinks at supersonic speeds. Of course, they still can if you so wish. Some people seemed to have fun making a game out of it so the feature is an option but only if someone selects it from the menu.

The Beach
The bungalows for more permanent residents of Zhautas are lined up along the island's south shore. It's only a short walk from the main facility, no more than five or ten minutes. If you'd rather stay out here instead of using the temporary lodging, that's also an option! They have tents available for use. Don't mind the way you may feel -- no, will feel more inclined to snuggle up - or more - with someone. That's just a standard 'light aphro' feature added to help prompt new volunteers to ease into the atmosphere of the facility.

At night, the beach lights up in beautiful blue luminescence where sand meets sea. Unfamiliar stars and constellations dot the sky as far as the eye can see. It's really rather peaceful. Well, it is if you ignore the giant foreboding portal off in the distance.

The Lounge
This is a begrudingly new addition to the main Zenith research facility, volunteers may have noticed supplies being gathered over the last week or heard whispers of the activity before the building popped up seemingly overnight near the outskirts of the jungle. While approved by the head of the program, it certainly doesn't look like anything that Zenith had a hand in constructing. (They didn't.) It sticks out from the sleek, smooth chrome surfaces by seemingly pulling together more natural elements reminiscent of the buildings in Nevrione, built from mostly wood with a stone foundation. The furniture inside is also crafted from wood, leather, and so on to create a... unique atmosphere full of tables, benches, a bar and stools. In fact, some of the decor seems to be decorated and reinforced with dragon scales.

While alcohol is served here, that's only if someone brings something that can be converted into alcohol via alchemy by resident volunteer Edward Elric. The lounge is advertised as being a place to hang out and get a break from the more modern and high tech setting that the facility has to offer, it is requested that sex does not happen within these walls.

While it touts a calm, unassuming front, with entertainment available such as darts, a pool table, card games and other typical bar games, it's quickly becoming an escape from Zenith's prying eyes and ever alert ears. This might be the place to go if you want to speak a little more freely about your suspicions regarding Zenith.

For volunteers that offer to help with construction or around the lounge once it's built - keeping order among others, cleaning, gathering supplies or various other tasks around the building - drinks will be free (unless another agreement is arranged) as means of payment for their time.

(For any questions about the lounge, please contact Remedy. Thanks for this idea goes to Amy, as it was Garrett's brainchild.)

THE UNDERBELLY

For as much as Zenith is pulling out all the stops, there's no denying that there is a faint sense of unrest teeming beneath the surface. While some veteran volunteers are friendly, there is still an undeniable undercurrent of dissatisfaction that Zenith can't quite completely overshadow. For all the fanfare and attentiveness of the staff, it probably won't be long before you run into at least a few people who aren't exactly shy about their dislike of the corporation.

Things that one might overhear and want to investigate are as follows:

Out in the jungle at night, you might have noticed- No, not the portal, everyone's noticed that. There are red eyes that light up the jungle at night. While they aren't exactly menacing, they are extremely unnerving. Ask anyone and they'll tell you those are demons and they're a product of Professor Quintalian's "personal research" apparently approved by Zenith. While they aren't actively aggressive, trying to infringe on their territory is ill-advised.

Being demon-touched is a terrible thing to experience. They're formless, tarry parasitic creatures that try to consume someone. There's even apparently a chance that you might turn into one. Being demon-touched comes with a host of negative side effects such as visual and auditory hallucinations, a desire to be "complete," fever, and more. And unfortunately for you, the process to expel any demon essence from the body is just as terrible.

Unfortunately, demons aren't the only concern you'll have if you traverse the jungle. This tiny island hosts a range of creatures both docile and deadly. It also seems like with the portal opening, even more are making their way and finding a space here at the Zenith Research Facility.
Despite initially volunteering, people's requests to leave are met with vague excuses as to why it isn't possible immediately. But then the professor will turn around and say Zenith sent someone home overnight without a word to anyone. While this appears to be highly suspicious, none of the staff seem to want to expound upon how Zenith operates with regards to terminating volunteer participation and, of course, Quintalian is nowhere to be found for any real serious discussion. Call him though! He'll be glad to talk to you over dinner and a nice bottle of wine.

Maybe talk to a resident volunteer about this since it should be worrying to someone who might want to sign-up.

Despite the way that the helperbot R.O.S.I.E. is described to watch the facility at all times, she's known to get distracted or glitch out from time to time. And with her trying to entertain all these new guests where she can as well as Zenith re-routing efforts to the sexatorium, there's a distinct lack of physical security present. Huh.

Recently, there's been a lot of thumping and bumping up in the ventilation shafts throughout the main facility. If you're foolhardy enough to find the cause, you'll actually be met with one of the resident defensive AIs that goes by the name R.Y.U.O. He's glad you're here, actually. Things were starting to get boring. If you wander too far through the vents into a restricted area (since the barriers in place won't stop those without an implant!), he'll be quick to throw something else to deter your exploration.

This might electric shocks, extreme heat, of even the classic of a swarm of spiders. It's nothing personal, of course, he just has a job to make sure people trying to snoop don't get too far.

EXTRA NOTES

Welcome to the Zhautas fourth wall event! We've added some extra links down below that might be helpful for newcomers.
As a reminder, the timeline is:

Fourth wall begins on Fromb 24th (March 24th).
The portal will close and the event will end on Fromb 39th (April 8th).
The arrival ship will land as scheduled on Fromb 40th (April 9th).
The intro log including this and theft of the arrival ship will be on Fromb 41st (April 10th).
The next OOC Event Announcement for April's event will be on April 15th.

In the case of an unfortunate run-in with R.Y.U.O.'s defense of the air vents, established volunteers, let us know here!
If you have any extra questions about anything in the game, please direct them to the FAQ!
If you have in character questions, those can be directed to R.O.S.I.E. here!

NAVIGATION ♦ FAQ ♦ TAKEN ♦ RESERVES ♦ APPLICATIONS

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You should have just said. You can have one of my cigarettes, seeing as I'm allowed them again. Maybe today is a generous day for me.

Where are you? Let's meet.

I can be anywhere, but better by the bungalows, if we want to smoke. I'm Vasquez, you can meet me outside mine.

[Normally he'd use a fake name, but he doesn't even know where he is and honestly he doesn't care about getting back. There was nothing to get back to. If he can start over here, he can just use his real name.

Besides, there must be a hundred other Johns here. No big deal, right?] I'm John. I'll find you. [He'll go down to the beach and walk past every single bungalow looking for anyone who'd remotely resemble a Vasquez.]

[ Vasquez has settled himself outside of his bungalow and has decided that the best way for someone who's looking for a cigarette to find him is for Vasquez to be smoking. He settles in a chair, one foot against the nearest post and chain-smokes his way through nearly two before he sees this John.

Or, at least, someone he doesn't recognize heading his way. ]

Is it you who wants the smoke?

[John rushes up to Vasquez trying not to look like he's rushing.]

Yeah. [He pushes the sling of his backpack further up his shoulder. He's got his narwhal plushie under his other arm. This bloke looks like he'd use it to lure little kids into the back of his van - no offence - but honestly John couldn't care less what people want to do with it once he hands it off.] Trade?

[ Vasquez offers out the cigarette, but he gives the animal a look. ]

No. Just accept the gift and burn the other thing. I don't need junk lying around that I'm never going to use.

[ After all, it looks like it's for a child and Vasquez likes guns and cigarette and booze and fucking, he doesn't need some infant's plaything to keep his mind occupied. ]

You look the age I started when I was smoking for the first time, which is young. When'd you start the habit?

Okay. [He won't burn 'the other thing' though. He can probably trade it for something useful still, with someone else who'd find it cute or something.]

Thanks. [Said quietly as John plucks it from Vasquez's hand between his thumb and forefinger and takes a puff, closing his eyes and breathing out a quiet sigh.]

Uh... [Seems like a personal question. John hesitates.] Maybe a year ago. Old man leaves them lying around. Helps me sleep.

It's all legal. [Vasquez doesn't look like the type who'd care about that sort of thing, but John's used to lying out of his ass already. Just comes naturally to him.]

I don't care what's legal or not.

[ If he did, there wouldn't be posters with his face on them back home, he's just asking, because it makes him feel better about when he'd started, too. He eyes him as he lights up his next, the match illuminating his face before he shakes it out. ]

Alcohol is good for sleeping, too.

[ Is he a good influence right now? Definitely not, but it's what he knows. ]

[Okay, good. John's thinking he can talk to this bloke a bit even if he wouldn't necessarily use the word 'trust'.]

You have any? [Alcohol that is. John takes another puff and eyes Vasquez up and down. Not really in a way that signifies attraction more so than just assessing what kind of man this is and how far he can ask for favours.]

[ Vasquez is much happier to present the alcohol than he is with most things, but his ban has finally come to an end and it means he can fish out the little bottle with pride. ]

It means a lot that I'm sharing this.

[ It's not a kindness, it's a warning. ]

So you'd better appreciate.

[That makes John hesitate a bit, and he casts Vasquez a wary look while smoking his cigarette.]

...don't have anything to pay you back with.

Lucky for me, I take debts. When you get some cigarettes, it can be your turn.

[ That's enough for Vasquez, as far as he cares, as he shifts the cigarette in his lips so he can hold out a hand. ]

I'm Vasquez. And who're you?

[He won't bring up the fact that they might take one look at him, dismiss him as a kid and tell him to fuck off. Having not yet mastered the art of talking with a smoke without it falling out of his mouth, John plucks it out with his left hand and takes Vasquez's hand with his right.]

John Constantine. [It might be the first time he's cracked a smile in a while, even though it's a very small one.]

No, you're not.

[ It's blunt and disbelieving, because he knows who John is, and this child isn't. He frowns and then looks at him again, then to the cigarette, then to the booze. He shakes the hand, and then leans in. ]

Fuck. John?

[ There's more profanity now, this time in Spanish, but it's just as evocative. ]

What? [What do you mean, no he's not? He knows his own fucking name, thanks. John looks confused but also suspicious, shooting Vasquez a dirty look.

He hasn't gone on his magic bender yet and picked up languages left and right so he just gets frustrated with not really understanding what's going on.]

I said I'm John Constantine. How do you know me?

[ Could there be a second one of them running around here? He looks vaguely similar, definitely smokes and speaks like him, but this is making him unnerved in ways he's not sure he likes. He's just so ... young. ]

In very personal ways, but not this you.

[ He's in a rush to clarify that. ]

You're more adult, when I know you.

[Yes, well, you know everyone's been young once upon a time, Vasquez. Even yourself.]

What do you mean 'more adult'? [John instinctively straightens and moves his shoulders to take up slightly more space than before.]

I'm already an adult. [He's not, but if he says it enough times while jumping up and down stamping his foot, maybe people will start believing him.]

I mean that when you and I got to know each other, and we got to know each other very well, you were at least twice the age you are now.

[ He doesn't say it to be insulting, not at all. Honestly, he likes how John looks, but it's definitely not this young thing that he barely knows what to do with. ]

Does he know you're here? Are there two of you? Or did he become you?

[John snorts. He doesn't know Vasquez and he doesn't know what this 'old as balls John' is about. There's only one of him as far as he's concerned.]

I don't know what you're on about mate. [Whatever he's smoking, it's way stronger than what John's having.]

There's only one me. And we don't know each other.

[ Vasquez feels like he should call the other John and make sure that nothing strange is going on, but if he does call and no one picks up, or worse, this child answers, he's not sure how he's going to react. ]

I'm very sure I know another you. He smokes like a chimney, older, very talented, all reasons I like him. And I've known him months.

Doesn't sound like me. [He smokes a bit, sure, but he's not 'older' or 'talented' unless he means hateful screeching into a microphone. But Vasquez doesn't look like a musician or anyone in the industry.]

You're saying he's like ancient me?

What do you consider ancient?

[ He asks that with a great degree of wariness, considering that he's in his mid-thirties himself and is a little suspicious of what that means, because he doesn't like the attitude here, especially given that he'd been so nice as to share his smokes. ]

I don't know, like 42? [It takes John a little while to realise and then he starts backtracking awkwardly. Apparently he wasn't much of a smooth operator when he was young.]

I mean I don't mean you're ancient. I'm just talking about him. Me. Whatever.

[ Well, in that case, at least Vasquez has a few years before he has to worry about that, which means he's still only offended on the behalf of the John he knows. ]

I still don't understand how you can be here. He's here. Maybe?

[ Maybe Vasquez needs to go visit him. ]

If you need more smokes, try and find someone else? I think maybe I'm going to be busy, for a bit.

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