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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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“Gee, man, that’s just my face.”

Didn’t stop Kavinsky from looking the guy over, either. Extra dimensional sex planet? Sure. Kavinsky had already dealt with part of that, over the past four years. He was more than happy to throw in some dick while he was here.

“You mind or something?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Temple says. “I was just curious. Sorry.”

He figures it is best to be polite, and to apologize for his faux pas. Especially if he’s going to perform his Zenith duties with this man.

“And I’m guessing that you’re curious about me too.”

He says that last bit with as much flirtiness as he can put into it.

The apology was out of place, in a place like this and Kavinsky being who he was, but of course this guy didn't know him from Adam. Honestly, Kavinsky knew and expected some sort of disgust; he'd had his whole growing up be like that.

Well, here they were. The guy was a bit clumsy about it, but he wasn't bad looking at all, so Kavinsky could appreciate the awkward attempt.

"Ain't you sweet," he drawled. "Maybe it's still just my face."

“No, it’s not your face,” says Temple, smiling at him. “Your expression’s different now than it was before, and now I’m not quite as startled as I was then.”

He laughs in an awkward, friendly way.

“You’re rather charming, actually.”

"You've never done this before, have you?"

Kavinsky wasn't sure, for a moment, if he meant the strange interdimensional traveling, or flirting with a stranger in hope of a hook up. In any case, did it really matter? He was fairly certain the answer was the same either way. Because honestly, how many people could say they had some experience in interdimensional travel? Far fewer than people who scored with randos.

That sort of leer came back, bright and easy. He reached out and touched the guy's cheek, than gave him a gentle slap. "I'll be gentle."

Temple nods.

“Yeah. Yeah. I haven’t.”

He lets out a startled sound at the slap, unable to stop himself. It’s gentle but he really wasn’t expecting it.

“And that’s good. Gentle’s good,” he finally says.

It was such a soft, gentle admission, and Kavinsky almost felt sorry for the guy. A little bit of his sharp edges suddenly dulled, and for a moment, Kavinsky was left at a loss. He wasn't used to the clumsiness of a first encounter any more. Hell, he and his husband had played one out just a few weeks ago and he'd barely been able to stand it, and he at least had the option of backing out into familiar intimacy.

"Well, Christ," he sighed, laughing a little bit and dropping his hand. They were out on a goddamn beach, and Kavinsky had no problems with that, except that sand was unpleasant when it got places.

"Wonder if anyone leaves their doors unlocked," he speculated, moving slightly away and angling toward the bungalows that lined the beach. He caught the guy's hand to pull him along.

Temple holds his hand, and goes with him. He doesn’t think that having sex in someone else’s bungalow is a good idea but he supposes he might as well go along with it. After all, in this place, it does feel like most taboos don’t really apply, no matter how hard one tries to hold onto them.

“I suppose someone might. And if no one does, well... there’s an entire Sexatorium inside the facility.”

Sexatorium, because of course there was. Kavinsky passed a couple of bungalows, but they looked rather conspicuously occupied, and after a while, he sort of sighed and gave up on that whole idea.

He could always, he knew, tuck them somewhere and dream up some lube and a condom or two and maybe even a nice blanket that would repel sand at all. But that sounded like such a lot of effort just to get some dick. But he could also tuck them somewhere and just get off. There was no shame in that, either.

There was an outcropping of rocks that would block some of the beach if they were in there.

"Consider," he said as he headed toward the rocks, "we've got our own sexatorium right here."

Temple follows the man towards the rocks. And he smiles at him.

“I’m considering,” he says, looking over the rocks.

He would much prefer to be indoors but he supposes that he’s fine with the rocks too. And the man did have a way of making that place sound sexy, calling it ‘theirs’ like that.

Kavinsky was still fresh through, a creature that had been tamed and gentled over the last few years, but there was something to be said for accessing that deep, reviving well of monstrosity inside of him. This guy was pliant and easy about whatever was happening, which Kavinsky had hated back in Henrietta and which still wasn't really his thing after years in Darrow. It made for a good stepping stone into whatever this place was.

Ridiculous sex planet. A return to some sick, primal part of himself. Not to be counted.

They got between the rocks, where you couldn't see the rest of the beach or any of the bungalows, and Kavinsky crowded in quickly. For a moment he considered kissing. No--it definitely wasn't that kind of a moment. He kept back just a little and put his hands between them, cupping the guy's crotch and rubbing him through his pants.

Temple makes a surprised sound, not expecting the man to do it quite so quickly. The sound soon became a moan, though, since the touch did feel good. He ground up into it, seeking more.

And he extended a hand towards the man’s hip, trying to pull him in closer.

Kavinsky was always fast and loose about these things, a familiarity borne of bad behavior throughout his life and a tendency to use these kinds of casual encounters as currency of some variety or another. And this guy--he was easy about it. Maybe a little more into that touchy-feely than Kavinsky really wanted to deal with right now, but it was easy to be pulled in a little closer and still keep his face artfully turned away so he wouldn't be kissed.

He opened his pants deftly, pulling his cock out and giving him a more definite stroke.

Temple lets out a louder moan. It feels really good, being stroked like that. He even manages to ignore how the man is holding back from him, how he’s not being as touchy-feely as Temple would like him to be.

He slides a hand down onto the man’s pants, trying to see if he would be up for making this more reciprocal.

Kavinsky laughed, maybe a bit unkindly, but his eyes were gentle at least. He slipped his hips back and then sank down into the sand on his knees.

"Relax," he said, still stroking lazily, playing with the head a little bit now. "Don't make a fuss."

From there it was easy to lean in. He went right to the root at first, inhaling the thick, musky, masculine smell and then working his way up with wet, needy lips along the shaft. When he reached the head, he played with his tongue this time, sighing as he sucked it into his mouth.

Temple does so. He feels like he should really be doing more, giving more, but if the man wants him to relax and not fuss, he supposes that works too. And in some ways, it is easier. Not all ways but in some, at least.

He is surprised - but flattered - when the man takes a sniff of him, and when the man sucks and licks him, he resumes his moaning. The man’s lips and mouth and tongue on his dick feel wonderful, unfamiliar and far more pleasurable than anything he felt before, and he loves seeing the desire with which the man does it.

It was easy to fall into this kind of thing. He liked doing this, was good at it, and genuinely enjoyed the weight of cock on his tongue and into the back of his throat when he bobbed his head down. He cupped the hips in front of him and swallowed down around him, taking him the whole way down.

He groaned around him, swallowing. His fingers clutched at his hips, tried to rock in silent encouragement.

Temple takes the hint, and puts a hand in the man’s hair and rolls his hips. He isn’t sure what that’ll do really but since it appears that the man wants more force from him than he’s getting, he supposes he might as well oblige.

Even though just the man’s mouth and lips and tongue on his dick and hands on his hips is more than enough for Temple. He is willing to get extra but honestly, he could easily settle just for what the man was doing before.

And maybe it’s just his virginity talking there but even still, it doesn’t take much from the man to make Temple feel good.

Kavinsky could tell that the man over him didn't really know what he was doing, but Kavinsky didn't mind. He got a bit of hips moving, good soft noises, hands in his hair. He could work with all that, especially since he was still bobbing his head, going down whenever hips came toward him.

He was good at this, taking it deep and steady and not making a complete mess of it. Sure, there was a bit of drool, but that was just how a blow went.

Kavinsky tugged down the man's pants slightly, far enough that he could bring a hand up and gently play with his balls. He didn't think he was going to take long, but even that was turning Kavinsky on a little.

Temple moans, and keeps on with what he’s doing since the man seems to be liking it. When the man plays with his balls, his sounds get louder. But he bites down on his lip, and tries to hold back from coming. He doesn’t want to embarrass himself, after all.

It would hardly be embarrassing, really. If anything, Kavinsky was always a bit flattered when he got someone off quick. He knew he was good, but there was something about being able to see the results so quickly, a man coming apart like it was nothing at all, that stoked his ego incredibly.

But for right now, he felt like teasing. He eased back, pulled off, let a string of messy spit drip from cock to mouth. He looked up and grinned, keeping a gentle but firm hold on the guy's balls and stroking him with the other hand.

"You just gonna stand there and try to keep quiet?" he teased. "Maybe we get extra points for being loud."

Temple makes a disappointed sound when the man pulls off, and then makes small pleased ones when he puts his hands on his balls.

“I’m not trying to keep quiet,” he says, between pants. “I’m trying not to blow my load immediately.”

Because he is still under the impression that that would be embarrassing for him.

"Oh, I'm sure we could squeak a second round out of you," Kavinsky said with a blithe, boyish eyebrow waggle. He licked his lips and leaned in again, giving just a few teasing passes of his mouth before he pulled off again.

"Or I can just keep you right here on the edge until I think you've earned it."

Temple shivers with pleasure.

“You can squeak as many rounds as you want out of me,” he says, his voice now a bit of a squeak itself.

He’s awfully close to coming but he’s using all his willpower to hold back until they’ve both decided what exactly to do.

“Though I do like the edge option too.”

Kavinsky gave a soft, mocking aw at the indecision, the squirming and tight breathlessness that all this attention was getting. But he grinned, and it's a wide, toothsome thing. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the tip, and he sighed a sort of laugh.

"Alright, then," he murmured, his voice just barely louder than the waves behind him. "Let's see how many times you can come, mister."

He sank his head and went back to work with filthy abandon.

TEST DRIVE MEME #9 (FOURTH WALL EDITION)

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