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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!

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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?

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[ Trevor would have seen a lot of Qrow's type in those bars and tavern inns, men and women who put on sullen and mysterious airs and kept mostly to themselves. But - if you threw them the right look, or a kind word or two - they might return with a cheeky grin and an invitation for an exchange of more than just words.

Qrow might not frequent the pub scene anymore, but he still knew the look of a wandering eye when he saw one. Not to mention a half chub. He smirked slightly, and gestured to Trevor's trousers. ]

Look like you could use some help there, pal.

[ it was't bad enough, was it, that he's feeling this way for no particular reason, that he feels this strange, no, this guy has to draw attention to it?

through gritted teeth: ]

Don't mention it.

[ a beat. almost visibly, trevor re-evaluates, taking into account the fact that there's more than one same-sex couple in the room and no one seems to raise an eyebrow at that.

(he doesn't give a shit about the church's rules, about what they consider sin and what not, but —it's still something that'll take getting used to.)

a little more slowly: ]

Unless you're offering - ?

[ At first Qrow only huffed a quiet laugh and nodded easily, more than ready to back off. A brush-off like that meant this guy was either dense or uninterested - most likely both - and Qrow just wasn't the aggressive type when it came to these matters. Even when under the influence of foods that made him more horny and more truthy than usual.

Even if Qrow did like the look of this guy. Trevor looked like he'd seen some shit, and men who had seen some shit usually liked their side pieces as uncomplicated and to-the-point as he did.

That was why Qrow looked back to Trevor with an understanding sort of smile when the other man spoke up again. ]

I could be, if you're into that. [ He shrugged. ] What can I say, we're here to do one thing and you look like my type.

[ trevor is dense, but he isn't uninterested —and he isn't that dense, either. cultural, societal and religious norms conspire to make him more dense than he might be under other circumstances and those are not norms that one unlearns just because there are two blokes all but humping in one corner of the room and no one's bothered; those are not even norms one unlearns because's one's entire family were slaughtered by those pushing rules of purity and avoiding sin.

despite all that, uncomplicated and to-the-point are definitely things that trevor is interested in. ]

What's your type?

[ there's only a little hesitation in the question; trevor's shed most of his sense of shame and propriety a long time ago, drowned them in alcohol.

he's not quite able or ready to define what his own type would be, but right now, getting off seems not just like a great idea, but like utter necessity, his body telling him in no uncertain terms that it's been far too long, heat curling low in his gut and the prospect of touching, being touched by this man only serving to make him grow harder. ]

Hm.

[ It takes Qrow a second to answer, while his fingers stroke over the stubble on his chin in thought. No one in recent history has asked him that question. So rarely does it matter when he spends so much time out in the field on his own.

He's used to fulfilling a need when the opportunity arises. He knows the look when he sees it. But since Trevor asked... ]

When it comes to men? Tall. Strong arms. Pretty eyes.

[ He gestures vaguely in the other man's direction, before settling a hand on his hip with a small smirk. Fits the bill, no? Horniness and convenience might be the primary concerns, but Trevor isn't a bad looking guy as far as Qrow is concerned. ]

So, whaddya say? Take it upstairs?

Pretty eyes, really?

[ trevor knows he checks the other two boxes. maybe that's just it, maybe two out of three isn't so bad. trevor'd be the first to admit that he's slept with women who haven't checked most or even many of his boxes, just because.

sometimes, it doesn't matter who does the touching, sometimes the touch is what's important. sometimes, it isn't about that but about relief, about coming, about forgetting how shit the world is for a moment. sometimes, it's just about feeling good. whatever. ]

Yeah, all right.

[ the lack of concern qrow is showing makes it easier for trevor to get over the last hang-ups he feels, the vague and annoying sense that even though he doesn't give a shit what the church says, it isn't natural to do this with a man. fuck that, really.

his cock is certainly interested and that's good enough for trevor. and still, his lips quirk, not self-conscious but a little self-depreciating. ] Haven't done it with a man before.

Yeah, really.

[ Qrow only has a quiet chuckle to offer in elaboration. It isn't like something as subjective as 'pretty' needs to be explained, especially to a man who is already following him upstairs. He might say he's partial to blues and greens and silvers, light shades that command a second glance and appear bottomless and soulful if one looks for too long. In reality, it's probably the hint of sadness that Trevor carries in his eyes that draws Qrow in. That's the mark of someone who just wants to forget for a little while, he thinks, and Qrow can relate to that.

When Trevor makes it known that he hasn't messed around with a guy before, Qrow looks to him with mild surprise, but not much concern. The guy doesn't look like he's feeling particularly blushing virgin about it, so no reason to make it a big deal. ]

No kidding?

[ Even though Qrow immediately crowds the other man's space once they've made it to the room of strewn pillows and blankets, closing in until he can feel Trevor's erection pressed against his thigh, Qrow registers that Trevor might have brought that up for a reason. Hesitation, mayhaps?

But he is hard, that's undeniable. Qrow sucks in a small breath, stoking his own arousal with a rock of his hips to Trevor's. ]

Want me to suck you off, then? That's pretty much the same.

Yeah—

[ that comes out without his mouth checking in with his brain. he definitely wants qrow to suck him off, those lips wrapped around him —god, yes. but the way qrow is crowding into his space, the way he's rocking his hips a little, their legs entangled enough that the shift means they're rubbing against each other's thighs, that's good, too. better than making do with his hand, so much better to have a warm body move against his, to have someone talk to him, throughout. ]

If that's not -

[ he pushes his own hips forward, a moan dragged from deep within his chest.

(he told qrow it'll be his first time with a man so he'll be more forgiving of trevor's relative inexperience in this scenario; he'll appreciate, later, when he's not quite as lost in the haze of desire, how little qrow seems to mind.) ]

boring for you.

[ Qrow can't help but smirk a little bit at that hasty answer, rushing forth all at once on a husky sigh. Decisive. Uncomplicated. Exactly how it should be, in a situation like this. From the way Trevor's breaths are already quickening, Qrow doesn't think the guy will mind too much when he dips his head to press his lips to Trevor's neck, sucking at his pulse point in a little tease. ]

Nah - ngh,

[ Qrow grunted softly when Trevor rocked against him in turn. His hands found out the other man's waist, smoothing over the taught abdomen and feeling out the muscle beneath his clothes before his fingers began seeking out Trevor's belt. ]

- I like doing it. You ever eat out a woman? Same concept, heh.

[ Which was to say, there was just something uniquely delightful about watching someone fall apart and descend into a shuddering mess at your hands. Or tongue, as it were. And men were a simpler trick than women, in most cases. They tended to like anything warm and wet just a whole damn lot. Skill was almost secondary.

Qrow was skilled, but he was a show-off, not a braggart. ]

[ trevor doesn't mind at all when qrow's lips fing his neck, sucking at his pulse point. he might not have much experience (or any, really) with men, but this is just physicality, this feels good no matter who's doing it and he tips his head back to give qrow more space.

(if his mind goes, briefly, to vampires and bites, that's professional hazard. if it goes to half-vampires, that's — something else, really.)

he moans, not trying to keep it in. it's a response to the fingers at his belt. a response, too, to the mental image of going down on a woman. and maybe to qrow's grunt, the fact that the noise makes trevor's stomach tighten with want. ]

Yeah. I've done that

And that's not boring, yeah?

[ Qrow's mouth with quirks briefly into a smirk against the other man's neck as Trevor reacts with a deep moan that rumbles against his lips. He supposes going down on someone can get boring, if one has a dead fish of a partner, but Trevor doesn't seem to be one of those so far.

Once granted room to move, Qrow lets his teeth drag along the slope of the man's throat while he tugs and jerks Trevor's belt free and backs him against the nearest wall. It's a tantalizing farewell of sorts, because then Qrow is sinking to his knees.

He does wonder if Trevor's thighs will bear any scars to match the one on his face. ]

My name's Qrow, by the way. [ He chuckles, working to pull Trevor's cock free of his pants. ] In case you wanna use it.

Not-- [ his cock springs free when qrow gets his trousers open and trevor drags in a sharp breath. ] Not boring at all.

[ he bears scars all over. some small, some larger, a testament to the rough and often violent life he's led so far. ]

'm Trevor.

[ head still tipped back, he winds one hand into qrow's hair, not pushing or pulling but undeniably there, heavy and warm. ]

[ Qrow does take note of the stories written on Trevor's skin in all those scars. Looks like his hunch was right, and maybe there really is something haunted behind those pretty blue eyes that isn't just Qrow's imagination. Not that they'll probably get to talking about that tonight...

Still. There's a strange, silent camaraderie in undressing a person and seeing that they've been through some shit, too.

Qrow makes a little gruff sound in his throat when Trevor's fingers bury into his hair, nothing but encouraging even though the sound of it is muffled by the open-mouthed kisses Qrow presses to the head of the other man's dick. Qrow wraps a hand around the base of him, pumping a few times to test the pace and the firmness that Trevor seems to respond to. ]

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03 this is how u friends, right

totally definitely

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