xistentiaooc | Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

Test Drive Meme #8

I believe in the death of tomorrow

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

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.
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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The invitations that had gone around hadn't explicitly mentioned the 'orgy' part, so Ion wasn't aware quite what he was walking into at first. Accidentally stumbling across a couple mid-coitus while looking for the hot tub had been his first clue toward the true nature of the party.

So he'd retreated to a quiet spot by the window, glass in hand, to give himself time to recover. It's not that he disapproves, exactly - it would have been considered terribly gauche back home in the Empire, but he's long since learned that this place doesn't operate on the rules he's familiar with.

But it was still embarrassing to barge in on, all the more so because he can't seem to get the image out of his head. It summons up thoughts of Esther and the tangle of confusion and longing that always comes with them, and he's debating whether it wouldn't be better to just leave when he's hailed.

"No," he says slowly, brows furrowing ever-so-slightly as he looks up at the other man, "I'm not."

Edited (Typos) 2018-01-25 01:26 (UTC)

"No," Ignacio echoed, his eyebrows raising with interest. With one inhale he knew exactly what the boy before him was, and a smile began to spread on his lips. "You are not."

He approached Ion slowly, came close and took Ion's free hand into his own to raise it to his lips. His cool lips brushed against his skin, his voice as warm as the expression in his green eyes. "Hello, beautiful one. I believe we are kin."

The question had been enough to tip Ion off that the man before him wasn't human, but it was only as he drew closer that Ion realized just what he was. Not Methuselah, not quite, but... very, very similar. Like Rafa and Mikaela.

So he wasn't surprised by the statement that they were kin. The rest, though? Heat flooded his cheeks at the kiss to his hand and the warmth in those eyes. And maybe a bit at being called beautiful, too. 'Cute' and the like he'd heard before, but 'beautiful' was a new one. "Yes, I suppose we are."

"You are quite lovely," he said in reply, his eyes focused on the heat in those cheeks. Unusual for vampires of his kind, this one was clearly of a unique species. "Tell me, what is your name? Where are you from? I wish to know everything about you."

With that, he attempted to guide the young man to a couch so they could sit and converse together.

There were more of those names, which didn't help him stop blushing. Nor, for that matter, did the declaration of wanting to know everything about Ion. "My name is Ion Fortuna, and I come from the Empire of the True Race."

He was flustered enough at being the subject of such intense attention that he was more easily led than he might've been otherwise.

"Empire of the True Race? I believe I would love to visit such a place." Especially if the 'true race' was what they were, vampires, how could it possibly be anything else? Ignacio couldn't help but smile.

"I am Ignacio, Vampire Lord of Spain. To say that it is a pleasure to meet you would be an understatement, for it brings me so much more than joy to be in the company of those who are like me. Where is your Empire, Ion? Is it on a different world than Earth?"

The term 'vampire' was a slur in his world, and even knowing that wasn't the case here, hearing it still got his hackles up sometimes. It was only for a moment, though, before he forced himself to relax again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Lord Ignacio," he replied, the niceties nearly instinctive, especially with a fellow noble. "The Empire is... on a version of Earth, though far in the future compared to others I've met."

Ignacio noticed the curious change in Ion's body language, and his brows knitted with concern. "Are you well?" The hostility, however brief, was unexpected.

"Have I said something to offend you?"

Ion shakes his head. "You couldn't have know, and I should be used to it by now." And because that statement practically demands context and he knows it...

"We call ourselves 'Methuselah,' in my homeland. 'Vampire' is the humans' word for us, and a derogatory one at that. I know now that isn't the case elsewhere in the multiverse, but... it's something I was taught all my life, so it's difficult to un-learn."

(The fact that he can admit as much proves he's not entirely hopeless, though; that sort of frank self-assessment would have been absolutely beyond him just a year and a half-ago.)

Edited (forgot an entire friggin paragraph fml >.>) 2018-02-16 21:36 (UTC)

That clearly disturbed Ignacio, given that his friendly expression turned into a deep frown. "Humans have a habit of ruining things, to hear that they have done this does not surprise me. I promise to you that I will always refer to you as a Methuselah, but I will refer to myself as Vampire for I am proud of this and will allow no mortal to taint it."

He felt that was a respectful compromise, as he'd never want to make Ion think that he was insulting him. "Forgive me if I caused any discomfort."

That's more than fair," Ion agreed, and meant. If the word 'vampire' didn't hold the same taint for Ignacio as it did for Ion, then who was he to try and insist the older man shouldn't use it? (That mention of humans ruining things was noted, but didn't set off any internal alarms yet; he knew full well that the remarkable people he'd met in the Outer -Esther and Cardinal Sforza and Brother Petros- were the exceptions, not the rule.)

When Ignacio apologized, he just shook his head. "There's nothing to forgive."

"Excellent. Well, I will not monopolize your time at this party. If I wish to stay in touch with you will you grant me such a privilege?"

As much as he didn't want to cut this meeting short, the setting they were in wasn't the best place for long conversations.

"Perhaps you will join me on a tour of the city tomorrow evening?"

No, it really wasn't, and Ion couldn't deny feeling a certain... draw.

"Ah- yes, of course. I'd be honored."

Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

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