Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

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Test Drive Meme #8

I believe in the death of tomorrow

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CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around, almost at odds with the layer of thick snow over everything.


Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here^[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The snowy forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.

Dinner with a Succubus (NSFW)

Your first dinner party in Xistentia^[2] is a sumptuous and luxurious dinner that takes place at the private residence of one of the natives.

As you step in, the first thing you notice is the scent of indigenous flowers mingled with the floating traces of savory and sweet from the elaborate buffet set up on the side. Treats from around the Multiverse.



However, sectioned off from these public areas, there are spaces reserved for sexual activity. It's not so surprising, when you remember that the lights outisde, the power behind the city itself, runs off human emotional interaction— and desire is a powerful emotion indeed. These rooms feature every conceivable surface you might want to tangle on, from silk to lacquered desks, to rubber.

Chests hold sundry toys and other equipment. Rooms have beds sized comfortably from anywhere from one to five people, and there are peepholes. Everything is marked with painted symbols in a language that is known to no one person, but somehow universally comprehensible.

NETWORK

Xistentia now has its own 'friending app.' You can use it to make connections with new people! But beware, your daemon may well post without your permission, and things could get pretty embarrassing.

F.A.T.E.S. thought it was a pretty good pun: Synchr. Get it? Like sinker? Hook, line, and?


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CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah

Footnotes

1. Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.
   
   
2. If you decide to join the game, this party may be patched over into the sex-themed Gala detailed in the announcement. The IC log is already up, but friends-locked!

Comments

[shadowblends]

Well, see, that's a certain detail even Kurt doesn't know about himself: he technically is half-demon, but he has no idea of this because his biological parents haven't come forward. Besides, his whole appearance easily shouts 'demon,' so Ignacio isn't too far off or wrong in that sense.

Prominent canines peek past the blue of his lips in a grin, the spark in his eyes flaring even more. "Many people haven't. Here, though, I imagine the word is diverse." He pauses, blinking once again then sheepishly dipping his head, attempting to hide the hint of indigo creeping across his cheeks. "Oh, uhm, thank you. My name's Kurt and—" if he's being truthful and bold enough to step out of his comfort zone, "You're rather stunning yourself."

Yes, nailed it. Too bad the embarrassment is obvious because his entire face seems to be turning purple now. It's fine-- he can draw attention away by continuing his earlier conversation. "If you have any supernatural abilities, you're likely a mutant to me."

[sadico]

Ignacio could sense a demonic presence within Kurt, especially when he was this close, but he didn't reveal that knowledge as he felt it was already known- that mutant was perhaps a mixture of demon and human. He wasn't sure, but either way he didn't prod into Kurt's race any further than needed. All he knew for certain was that while Kurt wasn't a vampire he was welcomed, especially with teeth like that- they were very sexy! And that blush was charming.

His smile was not quite as fangy, smooth and polished for now, he could hide among humans easily if need-be. "I appreciate diversity," a lie, he only appreciated diversity mainly when it was vampiric in nature but oh well. "And yes, I have many supernatural abilities. I am a vampire, Lord of Spain for thousands of years, resident of Xistentia for not yet a full day. Tell me about yourself, Kurt. Where are you from? How long have you been here?"

[shadowblends]

Vampire, huh? Ignacio's teeth looked pretty human to him, but who's he to say that there aren't different types of vampires; there very well could be and Kurt wouldn't know it, considering most of what he's learned about them is from books. Perhaps, it's something that allows him to blend in better with humans? Sure, that seems like a fair enough assumption, for the moment.

His inquisitiveness doesn't lessen with this decision; there are many other things he finds fascinating about Ignacio. Such as, the fact he's been around for thousands of years or how Kurt can pick up on his accent, even before he'd been informed of his lord status. "Marvelous," breathes the cobalt-tinted teen. "This must be quite a turnaround for you. I bid you welcome, nonetheless! I've lived in Xistentia for about three and a half months, but before, I resided in New York. Prior to that? Germany was my home."

[sadico]

"New York? I have had many dealings in the New World, though perhaps it is not quite so new any longer." It still felt new to him, as a few hundred years was not very lengthy. "As well as Germany, all of Europe honestly. Please, let us sit and converse, I ache for news of here."

He motioned to Kurt as he sat down on one of the luxurious couches. He sat at ease, with one leg crossed over the other, his glass still loosely held. "Three and a half months? Have you enjoyed yourself or has it been mostly survival? I imagine it is not quite so dire as..." He gestured to their lavish surroundings. "Not quite the 'desert island' scenario I was expecting when I was deposited on the beach."

[shadowblends]

"Mmn, probably not, considering how long you've been around." Which is. not an insult! He clears his throat, lifting a hand to brush through his bangs. "Not that there's anything wrong with that." Nightcrawler brightens when Ignacio mentions business with Europe-- specifically Germany, since that's his birthplace, but he's traveled to other locations.

Before he sits, Kurt takes a quick moment to snatch a drink from a waiter passing by, examining the glowing pink liquid in the cup as he perches on the edge of the couch beside Ignacio. Whatever it is, he can't smell any alcohol, so he sips after deeming the beverage safe. "It's been—" pause, his brow furrowing. "An interesting time. Not long after I got here, there was a war, which we triumphed over. Other than that? The overall feeling isn't necessarily uncomfortable." Another drink then he shifts, feet planted, elbows propping up onto his knees as he cradles the cup, thumbs rubbing over the lip of it. "We were just taken without permission."

[sadico]

Kurt had charming, what Ignacio would call, 'nervous' gestures that kept capturing his eyes. They then settled on the odd drink that was acquired, and instinctively he took a sip of his own to make certain it was blood and not something strange. Yes, no glowing, very bloody, perfect.

"A war? Do you mean a skirmish? I say that only because it appears that we're still at war against Destiny, are we not? They are the enemy which must be defeated?" Ignacio found the tactics of D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. to be fascinating if they let the populace relax all the time.

[shadowblends]

From his peripheral, Nightcrawler watches the vampire sip his drink, blue lips curving over the rim of his glass. He doesn't need to guess what Ignacio has, since the man had already told him about being a vampire. The idea of blood in the cup makes his stomach roll, but it's not in a nauseating way? More like a feeling he can't explain; a question that goes unasked and thus, unanswered. What does it taste like?

"Well, ah— that's true. I didn't exactly look at it from that angle, so." He turns back to his cup, takes another drink to distract from his unease at the thought of more battles on the horizon.

[sadico]

"You won that battle, I assume, since you are all still here and we are surrounded by such comfort." Not exactly his idea of a refugee camp.

"Were you frightened, or are you used to such things?" He asked curiously, without judgment. Ignacio wanted to give the distinct feeling that he was a comfortable person to speak with, one who wouldn't criticize Kurt for having natural fears.

Perhaps he could sense his unease and wanted to monopolize on that weakness.

[shadowblends]

"Luxury," he sighs, gesturing vaguely after a couple of passersby. "Of course." Kurt sinks back against the couch, kicks one leg up to cross over the opposite one, foot absentmindedly bouncing. Hey, at least there's free food and drinks? It's something, okay.

His head shakes in response to the inquiry. Oh, there were a few times where he was scared out of his mind, but he's not going to admit it. X-Men are strong for when others can't be and that's how he plans appear. Or, at the very least, he'll come across as nonchalant with his current posture; the boy looks relaxed, despite the internal slew of emotions.

"By now? I'm used to it. The initial reaction is to panic, sure, but take a few minutes and gather yourself, then go forward in as level-minded a manner as you can."

[sadico]

"You are very wise for one who appears so young. I understand that looks are deceptive, that perhaps you are far older than you look, but if you are not then that is even more impressive." Ignacio understood that better than most, seeing as he looked like a man who was in his twenties but was thousands of years old.

He watched the bounce of his foot from the corner of his eye, curious if that was a nervous tick or not. He didn't ask, or look directly, because he didn't want to draw attention to it and potentially make Kurt uncomfortable. "Is there someone you listen to in times of strife? A leader of sorts?"

[shadowblends]

"I'm nineteen." Therfore, compared to most of the vampires on Xistentia, he is extremely young. He's not a nightwalker, though, so at his current age, he is considered an adult. "That's ... flattering of you to say." And it is, which makes Kurt offer a slight smile toward the older man.

He tips the cup back, downs the remainder of the drink and sets it aside on a nearby table. After sitting up and shifting forward on the edge of the couch, he props an elbow up onto his knee, chin settling in his palm. "There was. I'm the only one from my world."

[sadico]

"Nineteen," he echoed, his eyebrows up to express his surprise. "That is very young, and I stand by what I said. That is impressive."

The smile was cute, he wanted to see more of it.

"Was? Did they perish during one of the invasions?"

[shadowblends]

His head tips with curiosity at Ignacio's sincerity, lips quirking higher when he repeats his earlier statement. "Thank you."

Unfortunately, the grin falters and Kurt shifts, upturning his free palm, apprehension clear in the way his tail twitches.

"No, I'm the literal definition of 'only.' I have yet to meet another actual mutant."

[sadico]

Ignacio was quiet for a moment as he attempted to piece together what they were talking about, and he wondered if the fact that English was his second language was getting in there way.

"Forgive me, I inquired if you had a leader you listen to, you said that there was, which is a past-tense, yes? In that they are no longer with you? Or do you mean to say there was a leader you listened to before you arrived here?"

[shadowblends]

"Both?" he answers tentatively. "There was a leader before I came here." And if that isn't put bluntly enough, "Now, I am alone and must lead myself in the right direction."

Which has been ... eventful, to say the least. Kurt's only been on Xistentia for about four months and through everything he's experienced so far, all he continues to hope for is the appearance of someone he knows or — in a sheer stroke of luck — they go back to his world.

[sadico]

"Ah," now he got it. "Would you ever consider becoming a leader for others as well, or are you understandably self-focused?"

He knew how difficult it would be for the former, and everyone he met so far seemed to default to the latter. It made him wonder why DE.S.T.I.N.Y. had any difficulty against F.A.T.E.S. at all.

[shadowblends]

He almost responds promptly with 'no' to the first question, but purses his lips together in contemplation instead, features wrinkling. Kurt's never been one to take the reins and be at the head of battle, but--

"If a situation where leadership was needed were to arise and I was the only choice? Perhaps. It's not my strongest set of skills, though I cannot leave people in need."

[sadico]

"I see." So that's how it is. The will of a survivor, tenacity, the strength of one who has been backed into a corner. It couldn't be underestimated.

He took the opportunity to broach a new subject. "You enjoy helping people in need? I do have a particular need I may ask of you, if you have interest." Ignacio had a way of speaking that sounded seductive, even if he didn't mean it to. Though in this case he probably did.

[shadowblends]

Kurt nods in mutual understanding, propping his cheeks back up in his palms and staring off across the sea of people. He wouldn't make a good leader; he lacks the training for it, which is why Scott had been a better candidate.

His attention returns to Ignacio, vivid eyes blinking, features lighting up with curiosity. "I do," he admits. The lilt of the vampire's voice piques his inquisitiveness even more, urging him to straighten up and lean somewhat closer. "Go ahead, then. I'm listening."

[sadico]

That was adorable.

Ignacio smirked as he drank in the sight of the demon's curiosity, or 'mutant' as he called himself. The closer Ignacio leaned, the stronger he could smell the infernal blood which ran through his veins. He wanted to taste it, see how different it was from the demonic entities he knew at home. He lifted a finger to gently caress it along the side of Kurt's neck, his voice an intimate purr.

"Would you offer yourself to me? My need is to feed from your blood, and I offer you pleasure in exchange."

[shadowblends]

For the moment, Nightcrawler looks like a kid in a candy store, attention fully captured, eyes wide as saucers. He hardly notices the vampire leaning closer, until there's a finger running across his neck and the man's voice has lowered, like the two of them are sharing a secret of some sort.

Then, Blue stiffens with realization, brow furrowing as he draws back. "You ... you want to feed off me?" he asks incredulously. Again, he's torn, for if he agrees to do this, he'd technically be helping out someone that'd be considered a mutant back in his homeworld. On the other hand, should he decide against it, Ignacio could find someone else to feed off, but he and Kurt might not end on good terms.

"What do you mean by that?"

[sadico]

Nerves were such an inconvenient thing, slowing down what should be a very simple exchange of mutual pleasure. Ignacio had a solution for that, and as his green eyes gazed into Kurt's his charm magic began to sink into his mind. Warmth would spread throughout Kurt's body, relaxing those tense muscles, and he may find Ignacio more attractive- and even more trustworthy.

His smile was gentle as he pressed a light kiss to Kurt's jaw, his whisper close to his ear now. "Allow me to feast upon you, and I will grant you ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams."

[shadowblends]

His first reaction to a kiss wouldn't normally be to slacken, like an easy weight has settled across his shoulders, expression softening at the warmth he feels the longer he holds Iggy's gaze. It's not as if the man is unattractive; it hadn't been something he'd focused on before, but as lips brush his face and the vampire murmurs into his ear, that seems to be the only thing he's pay attention to.

That, and the fact his head is slowly nodding, signaling the go ahead despite his earlier protestation. "Do as you please," he responds, even going so far as to tip his chin up and allow Ignacio better reach of his neck.

cw: sexy vampire bite

[sadico]

That was better. Ignacio appreciated that Kurt was receptive to his magic, it was so inconvenient when someone resisted him. At least he wasn't starving, there was no need for desperate speed, and since Kurt wasn't human he wasn't going to be brutal about this. Instead, he would share his pleasure-ridden magic with him.

His lips caressed along Kurt's neck sensually, which could be mistaken for a display of intimacy when it was simply Ignacio finding the strongest vein in his neck. Once it was located his fangs extended, and arms wrapped around the young one to hold him close as he sank in. The magic would weave into his body and what was a cold pain at first quickly became hot, and that arousing heat would spread throughout.

Many mortals, and immortals alike, found the sensation so rapturous that they'd climax at this point of the bite- he was curious to see how this one would react while he supped on his delicious demonic blood.

hooboy

[shadowblends]

Whereas others may view the gesture as intimate, the teleporter knows what Iggy is really doing there, seeking out the blood that sings to him from beneath his blue skin.

There isn't much nervousness anymore-- he waits, anticipating the bite, but not the pain that makes his eyes wince shut. Then, it's a sultry tingle, spreading from his head, all the way down to his toes and fingertips. He's on the edge of the rush, almost loses it completely by saying something, if not for the arms around him and the sudden heat in his face, how uncomfortable his pants have become. His hands are what react more evidently, though.

They clutch Ignacio's front, curling tight around the fabric of his shirt as he drinks; Kurt doesn't understand why he trusts the man so much, why he has the torrid need to please him. His heart skips a beat, breath escaping in a quivering sigh against the side of the vampire's head, fingers tightening in hopes it will distract from the way he's pressed his knees together.