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Fourth Wall Month!

Who: Everyone and visiting Characters!
What: The Fourth Wall log!
When: The month of September!.
Where: All over.
Notes: If you have any questions about how this all works, please head over here to the Fourth Wall info post!.

Fourth Wall Log!

Company's coming!

So the Sphere is malfunctioning and there’s new arrivals here. In order to give them somewhere to sleep and rest, the Sphere has given them all temporary housing in dorm dome number two! That means sunken beds, three squares a day that are already prepared for you and clothing in the closets that just happen to be to your character’s taste. (And you know if they happen to die then you’ve got a nice space to Rez.) All and all it’s a nice little home base for people to have. There’s several common areas for mingling, and all though there aren’t individual rooms for the characters who are staying there, the domes also provide screens for privacy. Don’t worry, no one’s spying on you or something. Probably.

John (one of our resident NPCs here, who is a doctor and also a ghost but shush) knows the importance of family, and she knows how tough it can be when people arrive in a place they don’t know. The visitors haven’t really had the same experience as people brought in the traditional way, so John has stationed herself in the dorms with a sort of ipad thing, and she’s offering to take people’s information and to show them how things like the network work. She’s also there to hold hands and deal with any medical issues that these new arrivals may just happen to have. If people don’t want to talk to her, that’s totally fine! She won’t push. But she’ll also provide directions to places if people need them. Or at least point them in the general places that they need to go.

Speaking things out into the void.

This is a prompt for visiting characters to be able to put out a network post without actually joining the network community! Upon waking in The Sphere, each character (even temporary ones!) are fitted with a small golden circle behind their right ear. This is how they are connected to the network through a neural link. Touch and hold the button to create a broadcast of one of three types:

Audio. Your character thinks audible words onto the network.
Writing: Your character thinks text into the network.
Video. Your character projects a broadcast of a video of themselves onto the network.

Replies are determined by the player. The network needs to be accessed by choice, so character broadcasts are not automatically beamed directly into people’s heads. The Sphere isn’t that rude.

Private messages are allowed by pressing and holding and pressing and holding again as you picture the person in your mind. This can be an image or a name, err more on the side of things being more accessible than less.

God let people have their pumpkin spice lattes, Karen!

It’s September, and that means that fall has hit the Sphere hard. Well, as hard as any place can be without having actual seasons or sunlight. So, in the artificial sun of the Sphere, what there is instead of colder weather and leaves changing is a new festival. The festival, which if you ask someone who’s been there for a while is in celebration of the most fall thing in the entire world: pumpkin spice. That’s right, there’s an entire festival just centered around pumpkin spice flavored things! Of course, the people of the Sphere do try and make an effort to invoke the spirit of the season, with large garlands of fake brightly colored leaves lining the street. The scents of pumpkin spice fill the air and there are small fire pits near Adirondack chairs that are clustered together with all the things to make s’mores.

For those not pumpkin minded, there are also a fair amount of apples picked from the Sphere orchards, and a few small knives. Some older women promise that if people can peel the apples in a long spiral and throw them behind them, then the peel will form the initial of the person that the thrower is destined to marry. Of course there is also bobbing for apples and pumpkin carving.

In both the merchant dome and the agricultural dome there’s massive tables brimming with enough pumpkin foods to make Harry Potter jealous. There’s all sorts of pumpkin baked goods, pumpkin ravioli, roasted pumpkin and vegetables and there’s even roasted meats with pumpkin sauce! There's also drinks of both the alcoholic and non alcoholic sort: pumpkin beer, pumpkin spice wine, pumpkin spice vodka, apple spiced whiskey and so on! At each place is a coffee cart with a poor overworked barista who is doling out every sort of pumpkin coffee, hot chocolate and tea imaginable including yes pumpkin spice lattes.

We're waiting for the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.

There’s even a pumpkin carving contest in the agricultural dome! Pumpkins of different sizes ranging from small sugar ones to ones that could comfortably form a children’s fort are stacked around, and there are picnic tables set in newspaper and with things like knives and scoopers and nails and even drills for those people who want to remove the pumpkin guts or use them to do some carving. Everyone who participates receives a ribbon as well as a bag of toasted pumpkin seeds to take home.

They hope you really like pumpkin seeds. There’s a ton of them.

When the dark comes, people hunker down between the false stars above, with blankets all around them, the scent of pumpkin in the air. Flashlights and small lanterns are distributed by people, and when asked what’s going on, they’ll say that they’re waiting for The Great Pumpkin. Children whisper the name excitedly, and even some of the more inebriated adults do the same. Either way, at midnight the largest pumpkin rises above the crowd to gasps of shock and awe before it just magically changes into the types of candy and small toys that one would expect to come from an excellently stocked pinata.

The color of magical bounty.

In the rec dome, some magically gifted people have conjured up massive piles of dried leaves for people to frolic in. And when I say massive, I mean massive. It’s almost like an entire forest of leaves that’s thankfully free of all of the problems that come with jumping in leaves. With no animals in the Sphere, there’s not any of their presents hiding in the leaves and anything sharp hasn’t been created! Which means that it’s great for things like jumping in, burying things in and of course leaf fights.

If your character is missing nature, the area smells exactly how one would expect a late September walk in the woods to smell: it’s almost as if you’re there! The sunlight in the dome has also been altered a bit where the leaves are located, so it’s cooler, and a slight wind seems to be in the air, stirring the leaves every so often. It’s enough to encourage sweaters and scarves, that have been provided by people if they’d like them. The scarves and sweaters all seem to be of the handmade variety, and just the tiniest bit irregular, with one sleeve longer than the other, or the fringe on a scarf being slightly askew, that sort of thing. But they’re still lovely and soft and warm and smell of dryer sheets and leaves.

And we're flying, flying far beyond...

So the Sphere saw that everyone just loved the fireflies last month so this month it decided that what the city needs is to fly for real! So in the Rec dome, there’s a marked pad that people can step on that lets people fly around this particular dome for 30 minutes at a go using the same sort of controls that the communications behind your ear has! Press quickly once to go up and twice to go down. The clearance in the dome clocks in somewhere around 400 feet so there’s plenty of room for flying and even going up and touching the top of the dome and staring out into the abyss of water.

Be careful though because sometimes if you stare too long into the abyss, things just happen to stare back at you and then there are things in the deep water that you may not expect. Or that you might. Giant fish and squid may just find all this unusual activity quite interesting. But don’t worry the dome won’t crack. Guess what! You are now the fish in the aquarium for them! Or you know the bird flying past the cat in the window.

Wanna go to a real party? (CW: Mentions of drugs and alcohol.)

If people are looking for more illicit entertainment, and discreet inquiries are made, a passcode to the Black Market hidden behind some of the stalls is offered. The entrance is hidden enough that someone needs to be looking for it, and there is a rather large bouncer guarding the door and asking for the proper passcode. The passcode of the day happens to be I hate pumpkin.

Inside the black market is large, but much more dimly lit than the regular market dome. There are various pockets of people clustered under bright neon lights. The lights, someone confides to you, are code for what they’re offering. And nearly everything is on offer if a person has the ability to make a trade. Things from home, character skills and even favors tend to be the currency here, but watch out: the hawkers within are shrewd and sharp. If they make a deal with someone, it’s nearly always going to favor them. Eventually.

There’s also a large and loud party happening inside. Think of a rave with a large amount of people who happened to be a bit out of their minds. Drugs aren’t given freely here, they’re too valuable, but should someone want to figure out what they’re rolling on, eventually someone will ask or offer. The drug that they are currently using is called ‘self’ and it’s something that affects your character in an intensely personal way. For some, it’s an experience like your favorite cocktail mixed with vicodin, and for others it’s just like being drunk. For still more people, it’s like ecstasy without the side effects.

The drug has no physically addictive properties. It does however cause a hangover. The Sphere doesn't want to take all the fun out of imbibing too much.

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"Haven't taught you bump and grind, or dipped you yet, so definitely not all my moves," he calls back as he moves them easily through the crowd.

Once they're settled he pauses just long enough for her to speak to him, and then nods, with a wild grin on his face.

"Used to go every night. Didn't always come home with all my clothes."

"Which clothes do you expect to be missing tonight?"

She placed her arms around his neck and took the familiar close position they'd developed during their last dance. "Or do you never know?"

In a rare change, Enis was wearing a skirt tonight with a black top that looked as if it had been torn across her chest and down its sides. There were small knotted ties in parts of it and it didn't really match the silky black material of her short skirt. Enis wasn't really into fashion but she'd dressed for a club.

"I want to play music at a place like this." It was similar to the music she made.

"As many as you want to acquire," Tommy grins, his hands curling at her hips, his body swaying with hers, loving the music and his eyes absolutely devouring what she's wearing. "But usually I don't know. The stories are amazing though."

The best stories. Like the one time he was dancing in a cage and lost a mesh shirt. Oh well. At least the tight green shirt and fighter jeans accent his body.

"You should play at a place like this. Make everyone dance. Make everyone's hearts race, their bodies move. Get the hormones pumping."

Enis felt herself smiling without meaning too. "I think I can manage it." Some day.

She let her gaze move down Tommy's frame. "You aren't wearing a lot that I can fit into but I'm willing to try it." Her voice was teasing but she sounded like she was seriously considering stealing Tommy's clothes in one fashion or another.

Wherever tonight lead, it's going to be an interesting story.

"I'm sure you'd have no problem getting into my pants if you tried," Tommy counters, grinning as his eyes rove over her. "No problem at all."

Interesting story indeed. It nothing else, Tommy's got one of his grooves back.

Enis pressed her hips against his, a devious smirk tilting her lips as she continued to sway her hips. "Is that a challenge or a promise?"

She's curious and if anything else Enis gets the feeling that anything they do won't hinder their budding friendship.

Oh man now that is a sensation that has Tommy shivering just a bit. But he can control himself.

"A promise. And you'll find they're free of loose strings to get attached to."

Tension that Enis hadn't even realized had knotted in her shoulders relaxed. "Yeah?"

A night of fun. No strings.

It sounded like something she needed. Uncomplicated.

She sighed, resting her cheek against his shoulder while her hips continued to grind against his. She closed her eyes and kept to the beat of the music. When she spoke again her voice was softer than before but no less teasing of flirtatious. "It's a tempting invitation." Tommy was fun and Enis realized she actually trusted him to keep shit uncomplicated.

She pressed her lips just below his ear in a quick teasing kiss as her tone lightened. "You live alone, right?"

Like Tommy even wants strings. Because when he eventually gets to go home, it could hurt people. Or if they left, hurt him. He'll pass on that shit. And complicated was things that Maximoffs and Lehnsherrs and Kaplans did. He's a Shepherd. It's better not to be complicated in his mind.

"I'm a very tempting boy. Comes from the demon-roots. And the looks. But yeah... All alone. Big bed."

He hadn't wanted to be put in a couple's dome. But he isn't giving the space up.

Enis agreed that there was no point in getting overly attached to the people here but it was easier not thinking about all that. For now, she wanted to focus on Tommy and how comfortable it was being around him.

"I'll help make that bed feel a little smaller for you."

Her lips quirked into a smirk as she continued to sway her hips to the song.

"Haven't had the chance at that since my roommate left."

It was really weird sharing his bed with a Kree-super soldier. Noh-Varr was a cuddler. But that isn't important now. What's important is moving with the rhythm and with Enis and even laying a light kiss against her jaw, just below her ear. What? It's a good choice.

She felt her mouth curve into a smile. "Now's your chance."

Enis slipped her fingers through his hair, gliding her nails over his scalp while her opposite hand trailed down his neck and across his shoulder. She kept the closeness and enjoyed the music and touch from moment to moment, letting herself be absorbed in the present.

"Dance more, get drinks, or go there now?"

What? Tommy's definitely got opinions about this stuff. In fact, he leans forward to whisper in her ear.

"You know... there are other perks to a guy that can vibrate."

As if to prove it one of the hands against her hip slides around to her back instead, fingers curling in until there are only two trailing up her spine. Vibrating, at speeds that certain toys couldn't even replicate.

"And what I can do with my tongue would be considered a crime in some states."

Enis felt her cheeks flush as Tommy pressed two fingers against her spine and made them vibrate. She wasn't exactly a stranger to arousal but this was the first time that her body felt like this.

"If you keep this up we should go there now."

She nipped at his earlobe and then placed a hickey on his neck. "I don't want to wait."

Given how close they were dancing Enis could imagine all of the curves and muscles of Tommy's form and she wanted to take her time and explore them.

"I've never been one for patience anyway. Hold on, okay?"

Not for very long, of course. Because he scoops her up into his arms and they're gone in the normal rush of speed. The only thing that keeps him from dropping her into his bed a second later is the fact that, frustratingly, he does have to pause at his door to open it. On the other hand... He does end up holding her up in just one arm for a moment, giving away just how strong and balanced he is. Then he's got them inside and the door closing behind them.

"I'll give you the nickle tour now, if you want."

"Okay."

Enis curled her fingers into his hair and waited to feel the familiar weight of Tommy's arms surround her. She exhaled when they paused at his door and looked to see him waiting for the lock before taking her inside.

"How about you give me the tour in the morning?"

aka, later.

Later is good. Later is always good. He pushes her against that closed door and yeah, he's definitely kissing her again. Nice to have that point of contact so close to her, even as his hands are on his shirt to pull it up and off.

Enis met the furry and eager heat of his kiss with her own, pausing only long enough to lift her arms over head and remove her shirt. Her bra was black and simple, her skin pale and perfect despite her history with tests and experimentation. She was comprised of lean muscles and slender strength that quickly sought to remove Tommy's shirt in reply, her tongue dragging against his before having to break the kiss again and remove another layer of fabric.

Very good removal. Best removal, because it means skin to skin contact, which is a lot easier now that she's tossed aside his shirt. And while it's his legs that are the most impressive part, there is no denying that his mutant biology and super strength left him with his own stretch of muscle. Just with a bit less slenderness to it. With his shirt gone he's pressing her back against the door again, lips finding hers to rejoin the kiss as his hands reach her sides and start the slow slide up that is clearly just an excuse to feel the strength of her body.

Damn, been a while since he's been with someone that he's got even money on their ability to beat him up. Definitely adds to the hot factor.

In the mean time his hands continue their slow drag, because even he respects the value of taking some things slow, until one shifts forward enough to cup a breast through her bray, and the other to her back to try and find the clasp. That needed off now.

The door was cold against her skin but a pleasant contrast to the heat gathering between them. She felt his muscles tense beneath her touch and sought to explore every curve and sculpted shape of his frame. Enis already knew that Tommy was impressive but this was the first time she'd gotten the chance to touch him and she planned to be thorough with her examination.

Her nails dragged along his sides and then up his back before lacing her fingers through his stark white hair. His mouth was soft, hot and perfect.

A soft moan caught in her throat as Tommy's palm cupped her breast. She felt him, even through the thin silky fabric of her bra.

Enis gasped and lifted her back enough for Tommy to reach the hooked clasp of her bra and then lowered her shoulders to slide the fabric to the floor. Her legs rose and wrapped around his waist, her skirt rising improperly to her hips.

If Tommy was a poet, he'd probably have a lot to write about Enis. How soft her skin was. How strong the muscles of her legs were because damn they wrapped around him well. He isn't a poet. At all. What he is, though, is dedicated to the task. Which, in this case, includes moving his lips down the column of her neck as he tosses the bra aside. And now his hand is on her breast, warm and firm as he gives a gentle squeeze before rolling a nipple between his fingers.

"Strong legs. Really approve."

Heat blossomed beneath her skin as his palm cupped the swell of her breast.

Each sensation was a exciting and unique; teasing her senses with new and familiar euphoria. It was difficult to focus on any one detail. Instead she drowned in them like a drug coursing through her system.

"You haven't even seen what I can do with them." She retorted between gasps, a smile touching her lips as his mouth glided down the lovely curve of her neck. As if to display what she meant, her legs tugged him an inch closer, wrapping tighter around his waist and grinding against him.

Oh shit, that was really nice. Stronger legs than he'd expected, and Tommy can't help the low, needy little whine she earns from the grinding. So sue him, he's a noisy guy. But right here? This is not good enough anymore. He wraps one arm around her waist to hold her close as he backs away from the door, carrying her with him.

"You're going to get to show me."

And then his mouth is definitely a bit more distracted trying to kiss and suck at her breasts while he carries her toward the bed.

Enis grinned at his cute little whine. She hadn't expected such a cute noise and it sent a little jolt of excitement through her frame at the prospect of being able to hear more.

Her arms circled around his neck and she lifted herself to make it easier for him to carry her to the bed. "Is that so?" She leaned forward and tease his earlobe with her tongue as she spoke, her breath hot against his neck. "And what are you going to show me?"

She gasped as he captured the hardened nipple within his mouth and lifted herself enough to give him easier access. Heat blossomed in her chest, licked down her spine and gathered between her legs. Her skirt was now gathered around her waist, showing off the black pair of panties that had matched her bra.

So sue him, he's noisy. Tommy isn't used to being the sort of guy that holds himself back from anything. Holding back from making a noise seems particularly stupid, right? But her noise, even just a little gasp? That's definitely worth it. Tommy can't help but grin as he sucks, even adding a little bit of teeth to nip at her skin. And then, blessedly, the bed. Which he is polite enough to lower her onto, rather than just dumping her there.

He lets her breast fall from his lips and offers her a brief wink as his hand reaches down, under her skirt. Reaches just enough to press his fingers against the front of her panties. Not at, but definitely near her clit. And then the fingers start to vibrate. Rapidly. No battery operated toys have anything on him.

"Oh, I'd say a minimum of two orgasms before I even bother taking my pants off."

Edited (angry noises of cursing at mac, i was TRYING to click the text box!) 2019-10-15 18:42 (UTC)

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CW: NSFW beyond here

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