lusi | MINGLE 001

MINGLE 001: FOOD, FUN, FUCKING

Guests are 'gently encouraged' by enforcer robots to gather into what appears to be a central gathering place in the middle of the settlement area. Attendance is quite mandatory. Once everyone has gathered, holographic emitters kick on and display... static. Loudspeakers tell the captive audience to prepare for an important announcement, and moments later a proper but mechanical voice chimes in:

Greetings, organisms! R̷e̶j̸o̴i̴c̷e̸, for the portents foresee a time of glorious providence! We have recorded your actions a̵n̸d̵ ̴o̸u̶r̵ ̵c̶a̵p̸a̷b̷i̴l̸i̷t̵i̶e̸s̶ ̴have upgraded accordingly! The fabricator general automata grant you a boon, and shall provide much glamorous f̷i̶x̴t̶u̶r̶e̴s̷ ̴to aid in your future acts. Frolic and make merrily, all!

To honor your contributions and celebrate your arrival, you will be invited to attend our first sultry salacious soiree. Join your fellow chosen and f̵u̶l̵f̴i̵l̸l̵ ̵y̸o̷u̶r̷ ̷f̸u̴n̴c̷t̷i̶o̶n̶!

And with that, the display ends and characters are allowed to go as they please.

Upon returning, characters now find that dormant manufacturing robots have been reactivated, and will accept requests to build certain household fixtures, i.e., bedding, couches, loveseats. Because who wants to bang on a dusty cot, right? The quality will not be high. Imagine low-end IKEA. Build quality also varies dramatically and seems to depend on how old and corrupted the machine is. (As with all things in this world, quality is improved with intimate acts.)

But what is this celebration you've been invited to? That much is simple as sin. It's a mechanically sponsored party. Of particular note to hungry newcomers will be a fully stocked banquet ample spirits and naturally, a dedicated area for an all-out orgy. It's a good old-fashioned party, Roman style!

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

These are no hospital rations. This is a full-fledged feast. It's no less dangerous, though.
Naturally, the robots have seen fit to add a little bit "extra." Some offerings are entirely innocuous, while others have bevy of effects that you'll soon discover.

You may find yourself only able to speak the truth, or maybe after one bite you find yourself instantly smitten with the next person you see. Some foods incite obedience, others rebellion. And some... well, you can't have an orgy without some good, old-fashioned aphrodisiac.

The music has been modulated to change the way you think. Of course it's electro-synth, what else would robots play?

Slower music induces sleep; maybe you fall into a cuddle-puddle with some of your fellow kidnappees. Faster music encourages you to dance. And some music? That's what upstairs is for.

Speaking of upstairs, what's an orgy without the orgy? You may find yourself auspiciously able to fill your decadent A5 squares. In a large room that seems unusually renovated, as if the robots had given it special attention just for this day, a floor covered in pillows awaits the beast with two backs. No one is turned away, and those attending will get a notification from their devices that they have received... additional credits? What could this mean?

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●
N A V I G A T I O N

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Azuma isn't one to turn down good drink, either, not when it's quite as lovely as this wine. He's trying not to be bewildered and stressed, so even now, as he sits on the sofa enjoying the music, he has a glass of wine in hand.

He's about to take another sip when he's almost jostled by the head hitting his leg... then just resting right on his lap. Lucky for the owner, Azuma's more than a little fond of being napped on, so one delicate hand comes immediately to rest on the young man's temple. He sweeps gentle fingers over the edges of dark hair for a moment.

"Good night. But maybe tell me your name when you wake up, hm?"

Finally! A good pillow, at last.

Content with this find, Huaisang settles onto his side, long robes tangling around his legs. He makes a pleased humming sound at the gentle touch in his hair. With his eyes closed and his face turned away, Huaisang has no idea who he happens to be laying on at the moment whoever it it, they have a relaxing presence

For that reason, it takes some real effort to muster up an answer.

"Nie Huaisang of the Qinghe Nie Sect," he says drowsily. "You have a nice lap."

Azuma's like that, soothing, relaxing. He prides himself on that gentle personality. So as he starts stroking Huaisang's hair properly, he bows his head a bit.

"Oh, then I'm... Mankai Company's Winter Troupe member Yukishiro Azuma." He says it with humor and respect in equal measure. "And thank you. I've been told that. I like to see people relax... maybe that's why."

He profoundly misses Hisoka in that moment, but it passes with another sip of the wine, and he buries his fingers into the dark hair beneath them. A little massage never hurt anyone.

"You have lovely hair."

"Thank you, Young Master Azuma," Huaisang responds.

A little massage doesn't hurt at all but it does make him start to doze off a bit. It's been so long since anyone's really touched him with anything resembling tenderness or genuine affection. Between the demands of Huaisang's station and his private mission, he simply hasn't had time or opportunity to truly let go and indulge in pleasurable activities like this.

"Mankai Company? Winter Troupe?"

And it's been a long time since Huaisang's seen a play so he doesn't immediately make the theater connection.

Azuma's touch is always soothing, always as inviting as he can possibly manage. If Huaisang falls asleep, Azuma will take it as a compliment. Pleasurable things, little things that make life better and more bearable, are absolutely his specialty. So he'll keep gently stroking that dark hair and caressing.

"Mm." It's a contemplative sound. "I'm an actor. Not that I expect that will do me much good here."

He raises a longer piece of hair slightly, looking at it with a soft smile before going back to stroking.

"I lived in a whole house full of handsome men, but no one looked as elegant as you."

"What a kind thing to say," Huaisang mumurs sleepily but with genuine warmth.

He's always been weak to being spoiled and nowadays, he has precious few opportunities for it. Being an adult and having responsibilities is awful! Huaisang would rather paint fans and practice his calligraphy but there's things that need doing and if he doesn't do them, no one else will.

But this? This is nice. He's just going to bask in the attention while it lasts.

"An actor? I like the theater but I hardly ever get to go anymore. All I ever do is work."

His pouts.

"It's not fair."

MINGLE 001

C!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject