revivalproject | [Event] Calibrations Waiting Room Mingle

WHO: ALL HE ROWS PRESENT
WHERE: Calibrations Area
WHAT: Mingle log for literally anything you'd like to take place in the waiting room between sleep cycles during the event
WHEN: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings
NOTES: If you have any questions, please go Here

An Agrii, or what may have been an Agrii, led you here, and now you can't get out. From the moment one steps through the door into Calibrations there is no going back. Luck, good or bad, even prevents people from being in the entrance way when another He Row arrives, meaning there's no slipping out to be hoped for. This is because Calibrations at their core keep you from going out and seeing the world, keep you from doing much but exploring the space and interacting with your fellow trapped He Rows. This wouldn't be much of a problem if there was a lot to do in the lengthy hours between the compulsion to sleep. At least there is some modicum of comfort offered to those who were tricked into this timed trap.

Some might find the area familiar, having haunted these halls before. Upon entry one walks down a large hallway before it opens into an even larger waiting room with chairs, tables, and the same food dispensers available in the ships, save that it lacks any Red Fruit Drink. It's a shame, actually, the alcohol might help you get through things, and since there was no warning this time, the dispensers are likely the only source of food available. There is more than enough to feed everyone, even to the point of being overstuffed at every meal. At least there are those small favors.

There are also communal bathrooms - one men and one for women though nothing would stop a person from using whichever they desire - with several toilet stalls and shower stalls in each, including basic shampoo and soap dispensers. All of the dispensers put out a liquid that smells like motor oil for some reason. The water in the showers is pleasantly warm and just perfect for getting clean. Well, it is for good little boys and girls who don't blow up buildings. Given that sort of comfortable temperature hasn't been available in past sessions, it's a real relief.

Branching off of the main waiting room are hallways that lead to a number of bedrooms. The door of each bares a nameplate on it, imprinted with the name of a He Row. Those who are returning here won't find their name plate in the same place it was previously, which might be frustrating in its own right. The doors aren't locked though, and anyone can enter any other room or share with anyone else if they wish to. Each room has a single, simply made queen-sized bed, and a set of drawers. The drawers have a white jumpsuit in the size of the He Row whose name was on the door, as well as a pair of equally white canvas shoes. It's kind of your captors to offer you clothes, and for a change there will be new ones available to you this time through, replacements appearing once every week. You can wear them or ignore them as you like.

Greater pity has been offered this time than before for the He Rows, offering a variety of things to do in the downtime. Given most of what He Rows may have been able to grab and bring with them for their 'escape' may not be much good for entertainment, it's helpful to have even the little things. Shelves are available in the large waiting room, filled with boxes and containers. There are pictures on each box, brightly colored and then defaced with Agrii smilie art, showing all sorts of aliens having fun with games.

Sadly the games are not written in a language anyone knows. Luckily the Communications datapoint is working right this time, and it's possible to translate the instructions for a change, letting people play things with all the fun you need. Unfortunately this year there are pieces missing. Because of course nothing can ever be easy. The only thing that is fully intact is that solid gray puzzle and of course, Monopoly Longest Game Ever. There's even paper and pencils and crayons! It's like the Calibrations area was upgraded just for you!

In fact, you don't have to rely on just the board games to keep you occupied this year. In addition to them, the food, getting to know each other, and probably building forts out of all the beds, there's one big plus offered to everyone: arts and crafts! That paper and those crayons aren't the only thing. There's containers of water based paint, there are brushes and canvases, there's even clay for modeling and glue for pasting paper together if you decide to cut some up. No scissors or knives though. But maybe you can spend some time beautifying your mostly white surroundings. Or maybe committing some graffiti in your frustration. Anything to pass the time.

You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. But about every twenty-two hours, all people suddenly feel a compulsion to sleep. Once this starts, you can’t fight it off. You find yourself going into your room for bed or wherever else you feel like you’d prefer to sleep. And then, inevitably, you close your eyes and dream.

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The name causes a pleased flush, and Eddie kisses him, nipping at his lip with an indulgent hum as a hand works down Steve's body. The heel of his palm rocks against him, trailing kisses along to his throat to suck a mark into it, while keeping an eye to make sure it's not too much too fast now that he's ventured below the belt.

Steve has been the first guy for enough girls to recognize what Eddie is doing when he keeps an eye on him. It makes him feel warm and safe knowing that he's being so careful. The security allows him to indulge more than he might otherwise in the feeling of it all, arching into the touch and hissing a groan.

Steve ducks his head and steals a kiss before laying back down, watching everything with hooded eyes.

The sound is music to his ears, and Eddie shares a smile with Steve.

"God, you sound good. Can't wait to hear what noises you make for me, Stevie," he murmurs against Steve's throat, delivering a rolling pressure with his palm to work him up before reaching to open his pants.

"Oh God," he groans, the shift of Eddie's hand making his body light up. "Oh, shit..."

He watches with wide, stunned eyes as his pants are opened. He's really doing this, he thinks to himself. And all he feels so far is anticipation.

"You're so incredible," he blurts out, stroking fingers through Eddie's hair. "I can't wait to touch you, too."

"If you wanna stop- or slow things down, just say, okay-?" Eddie checks in, cheeks a pleased pink as he pulls Steve's cock free. He gives him a few lazy strokes as he continues working at Steve's neck, but finally gives a parting kiss to his lips and moves down his body.

He slides off the side of the bed so he can rest on his knees, and tugs Steve a little closer, pushing his shirt up to kiss along his belly and the cut of his hips, teasing out that anticipation as he makes Steve wait.

"Shiiit..." Steve's eyes flutter shut at the kisses along his stomach. He thought the scars would make him self conscious but honestly, knowing that Eddie had matching sets? It's almost easy to forget they are there.

Steve's hands sink into Eddie's hair and card through it gently. Even being teased he can't believe how lucky he is right now. And his eyes are dark but alert, watching and learning for when it's his turn to make Eddie feel good.

"Eddie..." He exhales shakily and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. "Jesus, Eddie..."

Nuzzling into that hold in his hair, there's a content sigh that suggests Eddie wasn't exaggerating when he said he enjoys doing this. Just hearing how much Steve is enjoying himself when he hasn't even gotten his lips around him yet has Eddie hard.

He smirks a little as he finally stops teasing, licking a stripe up the length of him, those dark eyes watching curiously.

Okay. It's been a minute that he's had any sort of attention, sexually speaking. So the one stripe has his breath punched out of him, hands twisting in Eddie's hair, and his head falling backward toward the bed. When Eddie is done, Steve looks down at him and those dark eyes. He swallows hard.

"Yeah," he says, voice already a little hoarse. "Yeah, I am...Still wildly on board..."

Giggling softly, Eddie's breath plays over him, and he pumps his fist idly with a pleased look. "Thank god," he mutters, hip own hips rutting against the air at the sight of Steve. He presses a kiss to his head, lips parting and pulling him into that wet heat with a groan.

The noise that gets pulled out of Steve is appropriately pornographic. He keeps his hips still by pure force of will and enjoys the slide of slick warmth all the way up. The hands in Eddie's hair spasm before gripping tighter. Steve keeps his eyes locked on Eddie and everything he does.

"Jesus..." He stares at Eddie, dazed. " 's good. Real good..."

Those eyes that peer up at him almost blow out a little at that noise, and a contented hum vibrates through Steve's flesh. Those cheek hollow, head bobbing as Eddie watch to see how Steve likes it, learning as he works. He turns his head just enough to pull against the grip in his hair, only for a moment, a non vocal way of signaling his permission for Steve to pull.

He's making his own rather filthy noises, and you can practically see the smirk before he pushes to take him down full to the root and into his throat.

Eddie is apparently good with the hair pulling and Steve is not about to fight him on it. He pulls on the hair harder and fists into it as he fights against thrusting into Eddie's mouth. "Oh, fuck..." He hisses and closes his eyes, thighs trembling a little.

And then Eddie takes him all the way down and he almost shouts.

"Oh my God. Oh my God..." he keeps repeating it, unable to look at Eddie for a second before he controls himself. When he does, he fucking whimpers at the sight.

"Jesus fucking Christ. You're incredible. And so...so fucking beautiful."

The tight grip has Eddie groaning, and he nods faintly to thank him for it, reaching down to grope himself with his free hand.

There's a guttural noise as his throat bulges, eyes streaming with the effort, but that praise and those beautiful sounds make it well worth it. He pulls off enough to choke down a breath, sure he looks a mess, but never more happy to accept those words than he had been right now.

Steve looks down at Eddie and can feel himself starting to fall apart. "Don't...don't finish yourself," he says breathlessly. "I wanna touch you."

His hand releases his hair to wipe at Eddie's eyes. "So beautiful..." But the sensation is too much to let him talk for long. He grips Eddie's hair again and lets out a soft cry. "Oh...Jesus. I'm...not gonna last, man. Too good..."

Meeting his eyes, Eddie nods faintly, best he can in this position. That tender touch is unexpected, and for half a moment Eddie almost forgets what he's doing, at least until he feels that grip in his hair again, and gives an encouraging groan. He doesn't try to pull off or away, redoubling his efforts to bring Steve over the edge.

Eddie was a menace. The groan and the way he moves. The way he is just so fucking good at this. The way it is him. Just him. And in the end, that is more than enough to drive Steve wild, apparently. Learning things all over the place.

"I'm...I'm..." That is about all the warning Steve can get out before he's falling over the edge and coming hard. He pulls on Eddie's hair harder, unable to stop himself. And when he's done he can feel his pulse in his fucking teeth.

"Fuck. In...in your words...Jesus H. Christ..."

[Event] Calibrations Waiting Room Mingle

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