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Eric ([personal profile] overbringer) wrote in [community profile] overbox2018-03-04 04:05 pm

Spark in the Gloom

The Spark in the Gloom
A panfandom Smut Adventure RP Sandbox


Somewhere in the twisting paths between universes is The Archipelago. A world made of the flotsam and jetsam of a thousand different realities. An endless chain of islands, each one made from the seed of a different world. Local culture, weather, and even laws of physics can vary wildly from island to island. Without any kind of guiding will behind its creation, the Archipelago had always been a place of live and let live for the various people who found themselves there.

Until the Gloom arrived. This unnatural force of darkness coveted apathy and depression. Passion, pleasure, and happiness are its anathema. The islands over which it holds its grip aren't necessarily PHYSICALLY dark, but they always have a darkness of the spirit about them. The people it leaves behind are little more than mindless drones, performing the bare minimum to survive but lacking the energy to do anything else.

The Spark is an order of people from this world that have taken a stand, and they have chosen their primary weapon well. It is a weapon that most sentient beings know of. It is a force of passion, of creation, and pleasure.

The Order's weapon is sex. The very act of physical intimacy of any kind repels the Gloom and merely being NEAR anyone who is having sex or who has recently had sex causes the Gloom's agents physical discomfort. As some kinds of undead are to holy ground, the Gloom is to orgasms.

You poor lost souls were somehow lost between the cracks between realities. Maybe a sciece experiment or spell gone wrong. Maybe just a freak fracture in time and space. One minute you were home going about your life, the next you were in the Archipelago, and an agent of The Spark was pulling you out of the ocean. The Spark has the ability to send you home, but the Gloom is currently too strong and would surely block any such attempt. So if you want to get out of here, your best bet is to help The Spark in their fight.

Firebrand Island
The Spark's HQ is set up on a beautiful island deep in the nigh infinit expanse of the Archipelago. On the surface, it appears to be an enormous luxury resort surrounded by a thriving tourist town. A huge sprawling hotel/casino/shopping center forms the main body of resort, but with various smaller beach cabins villas, and other sattelite structures dotting the coast for miles in either direction. If you take the cable car tram going inland, you will find yourself going up the side of a mountain to a secondary resort, which instead of swimming pools and snorkeling tours, offers skiing and hotsprings.

Regardless of where you go on the island, you'll find the locals have very little in the way of a nudity taboo. Public bathing, sometimes of mixed gender, is the norm (In some neighborhoods, the houses don't even have their own showers, with everyone sharing one centrally located bathhouse.). You might get some weird looks if you started going at it in the middle of the street, but in general the people here aren't very judgey and will let you get away with whatever.

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The Order of the Spark
The Order is well known on Firebrand Island. It's something of an open secret that beneath their fabulous resorts are elaborate underground facilities devoted to tracking the spread of The Gloom, training their field agents, supplying them with state of the art equipment, housing planes and ships for traveling across the Archipelago, and other such things. The Order might use non standard weapons, but they are still fighting a war. They have to be READY.

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The Gloom

This supernatural force of darkness and depression has been slowly spreading across the Archipelago for decades. It isn't a physical THING you can fight with conventional weapons. It is, at the most basic level, an psychic aura of depression that drains the joie de vivre from wherever it spreads. Acts of supreme happiness, pleasure, and satisfaction will cause the Gloom to retreat.

The Gloom DOES have physical agents, though. People who live with The Gloom for too long will start to change. Most people end up as like blank faced shuffling zombies, but every once in a while, someone will become an Avatar of the Gloom. They mutate in monstrous ways and become devoted spreading the Gloom. It is unknown if the Gloom itself is sapient, or if it merely uses the sapience of its avatars. Either way, the MOST effective way to free and island of the Gloom is to find and either kill or chase off the avatar upon it.

The other thing the Gloom does is drain the power of others. While in Gloom enshrouded territory, you will rapidly grow weaker and lose and supernatural abilities you might have had. The only thing that can protect you from this effect is Mojo.

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Mojo

Mojo is the name for a kind of power that exists in this world that is the opposite of Gloom, though it is much rarer. You can generate small amounts of Mojo from masturbation, or from acts of creation (art of all kinds, hard but rewarding work, etc), but the best way to get Mojo is through sex with another person. Trying out new kinks has also been shown to produce some bonus Mojo, so it's always worthwhile to experiment with something new. Simply put, the more sex you have, the better protected you'll be from the effects of The Gloom. You can feel it as a sort of pleasant, metaphorical warmth in your stomach. It is the Order's greatest weapon in this war.

You don't HAVE to have sex, of course. The Order of the Spark idolizes freedom and personal expression. There are, as mentioned, other ways to build it up. They just are so much less effective, and sex can be so much fun. And let's be real, if you aren't interested in smut, why are you even looking at this post?

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SOME PROMPTS
1: Relaxation - It's a hard life, fighting a world devouring supernatural malaise. Fortunately, when you're not doing that, your accomodations are Top Notch. Go to a fancy restaurant. Hang out on the beach. Go skiing. Relax in the hot-springs. Get a job. Paint a picture. Go to the library. Watch a movie.
2: Mojo - To fight the Gloom you need Mojo, and to get Mojo you need SEX. Firebrand island has a million places to slip away for a steamy encounter, if you're away from the privacy of your room. And they say that if you try something you've never done before, you can generate even more.
3: Mission Prep - You've got some Mojo, you've got your mission. You're safe for the moment. As your speedboat/helicopter speeds you towards the next Island determined to house The Gloom, you've got some time to chat with your allies. Any last minute things you want to get off your chest? Want to strategize how you're going to take on the next Avatar? Just want to chat? Now's your chance.
4: Hunting - An island is a big place, and the Avatar isn't always somewhere obvious. The locals are usually too depressed to do much more than stare at you, so you have more or less free reign of the island, but good God is this place a dump. There's a dirtiness of the soul here, that your Mojo is holding at bay for the now, but is still omnipresent and overbearing.
5: Battle - Avatars are strange and terrifying creatures. They could have tentacle arms (not THAT kind of tentacle arms. The Gloom hates that stuff), ripping claws, jaws that can chew through steel, acid spitting glands, or worse. But you're a badass too. Protected from the Gloom by a shield of Mojo, with your friends and lovers at your sides, you are as ready as you're going to get. So go kick some ass!
6: Emergency Recharge - Something went wrong, and one of your friends has run out of Mojo. They're getting weaker by the minute, and it won't take long for them to be reduced to one of the shuffling mindless drones that the Gloom turns most people into. Fortunately, you found them, and there's one sure fire way to restore them to normal.
7: Victory - The Avatar has been defeated, and without it to anchor the Gloom here, the thrill of victory has started to erase the malaise covering the island. As people wake up from their long depression, they start to realize what happened, and BOY are they happy to do so. A grand party is held in your honor. The agents of the Order of the Spark are off on the side, making deals with the island's govnerment, but in the meantime, everyone is celebrating YOU. Enjoy your victory. Go dance. Sign autographs. Pose for selfies. Get drunk. Hook up with an attractive stranger. Tomorrow, it's back to HQ to get ready for the next fight. For now, you have NO responsibilities.
8: Training - Swing that sword, lift those weights, get in that sparring ring. You gotta be ready for the next island. And if your clothes starts to get pulled off or ripped during a sparring match, well, that would just be AWFUL, wouldn't it?
9: Recon report - Before all the cool sword havers can run in and fight the Avatar, you have to know what it looks like and what it can do. That means infiltration and recon, which is a risky business on it's own, but also uses up a lot of Mojo. By the time your extraction came, you were basically a drone. Upon getting home, you have two tasks. 1: Get Mojo'd back up and 2: Tell everyone what you learned about the new Island and its Avatar.
10: A Dirty Job - Fighting the Avatar is all very dramatic and important, but there's a lot else that needs to get done. There's a base camp on the engloomed Island's edge to maintain. There's maintenance to be done on the boat that carried you here. There's locals who can't really take care of themselves right now. Plus, if you end up with some spare time, slipping off somewhere quiet with a friend and generating some Mojo is always helpful to the mission.
11: Wildcard - Between the Slice of Life of living on Firebrand Island, the action/adventure of fighting the Gloom, and the Endless Smut of building up enough Mojo to SURVIVE fighting the Gloom, you have a lot of options. Make something up!

I'm testing the setting concept out. If people seem interested then who knows, maybe this will grow into something bigger!
fistsofchange: (I don't know what that means)

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[personal profile] fistsofchange 2018-03-06 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Recon agents tended to work in pairs. It made it easier to maintain enough Mojo to last for a long time in the Gloom. For this mission, Lin was Mai's partner. Though they were both martial artists, Lin's naturally optimistic attitude had already started some friction with Mai's more goth aesthetic.

She was perched one branch above Mai, looking around curiously for the Avatar.]

That'd be nice. If we can find it quickly we don't have to stick around. This place is the pits.
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jetsetwitch: (Zzzzzzzz)

[personal profile] jetsetwitch 2018-03-06 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm a witch." She explained.

"We normally...keep to ourselves...So there might be...witches in your world...that you don't know about."

Akane was about at her limit, though. She could fly and teleport, so she probably didn't get quite as much exercise as was healthy. It was only an unfair metabolism that kept her as thin as she was.
skyknightone: (Snark)

[personal profile] skyknightone 2018-03-06 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"If... there are... they're really good at... hiding!"

He laughed, giving and honest smile as best as he could while keeping pace with his machine.

"So, what kind of magic... can you use? If you're willing to... talk about it?"
jetsetwitch: And judging (Big Sister is watching)

[personal profile] jetsetwitch 2018-03-06 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck it. Akane slowed her treadmill down to a walk and spent a moment catching her breath. "Hah....Well, I like to think I'm pretty good at magic."

An understatement. She was considered a genius by the magical community. There hadn't been a spell she'd tried her hands at yet that she hadn't been able to master. "I guess I'm a terra type. Good with earthy stuff. Also I'm pretty good at teleportation."
skyknightone: (Conversation)

[personal profile] skyknightone 2018-03-06 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Meanwhile, Manfred kept running, but turned his eyes over to her while she spoke. He gave her a quick nod.

"Teleportation? That sounds... really, really useful. But... I don't... know what 'earthy stuff' really means. ...Like, molding the earth... or making earthquakes? ...Sorry, don't know much about it."

His treadmill began to slow down, finally, but it was at a measured rate. Something of a longer cooldown from the high mark.
jetsetwitch: (I'm incredible)

[personal profile] jetsetwitch 2018-03-06 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm....I could probably start an Earthquake if I actually wanted to for some reason, yeah."

She'd once turned a whole mountain to sand. She hadn't meant to, honestly, and was a little embarrassed by the whole debacle. "Teleportation is much more useful. Check this out!"

Akane got off the treadmill and pulled a piece of chalk out of her pocket so she could quickly sketch a magic circle on the floor. Then she stepped on it and was gone without so much as a puff of smoke to show she was ever here in the first place.
skyknightone: (Concerned)

[personal profile] skyknightone 2018-03-06 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
He was probably lucky she was no longer there to see him. When he watched her vanish into straight up nothing right before his eyes, he practically tripped over his own feet and stumbled right off the treadmill. He only barely didn't take a total spill, though his recovery was about as graceless as it could get.

He quickly tore off the wrist weights as he walked closer to the magic circle she had drawn, and he stared at it, dumbfounded.

"How in the...? She actually did it, didn't she? ...Didn't even get her name."
jetsetwitch: (VICTORY)

[personal profile] jetsetwitch 2018-03-06 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
The magic circle was maybe 18 inches across, and honestly not too complicated to draw. There was more to it than just drawing a picture, though.

About thirty seconds after she had vanished, Akane reappeared and pasted him with a snowball she'd just gotten from the top of the mountain by the ski lodge. She still had rapidly melting snow on her legs and the tip of her nose was red from the cold up there.
homomculous: (I wish I could feel like this all the ti)

[personal profile] homomculous 2018-03-06 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
The funny thing about generating mojo was that in Iri's style of magic, that was a method she was already familiar with. Though it was more a transfer than the creation of energy.

She hadn't brought that up yet though. Even here it didn't tend to come up in casual conversation unless things were already trending that way.

"I haven't either, though there is actually a form of magic that allows travel between other worlds in mine... it's practically godlike in terms of power, though." Indeed, it was one of the five "true sorceries" that so many magi in Iri's world pursued relentlessly.

"It's interesting that your magic has such a widely-used non-lethal setting, though. Perhaps magi in my world are more bloodthirsty..." Not a pleasant thought, but then again, there was a reason her husband was so unfond of magi in general.
skyknightone: (Snark)

[personal profile] skyknightone 2018-03-06 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Only having just finished speaking, he looked back up just in time to catch a glimpse of her before his vision was covered in snow. And cold. Lots and lots of cold. He brushed the snow out of his eyes, and then laughed quite heartily.

"Well, that's not quite how I thought I'd cool down after a run."

He brushed the rest of the snow out of his way, skin still chilled and stinging from it, but wow, that was something else. He never saw it coming.

"Consider me impressed!"
homomculous: (It does bother me.)

[personal profile] homomculous 2018-03-06 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"It's alright. Just try to relax, and breathe..."

She knew full well that relaxing with a gut wound was far easier said than done, and she really wished she could add an anesthetic effect to her spell, but unfortunately the need for haste kind of rendered that undoable. At least she'd reached the point where his muscles had finished knitting over his organs. Unfortunately, that only made it more painful, as this was where most of the nerves were.
im_gonna_heal_u: (the gift of gab)

[personal profile] im_gonna_heal_u 2018-03-06 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Yep," Konoka gave the very purple woman a look over. Actually a hair shorter than she was (if her heels counted), much curvier, and carried herself in a way that suggested she was much older than the average human. Not that Konoka would ask much about age, that would be rude.

"What about you?" Konoka asked. "Have you been around here long?" This stranger might know more about what's going on with this island, and therefore might have some good suggestions to visit. But failing that, she was a person to talk to, and therefore a lot better than spending time alone.
homomculous: (Oh that's cute.)

[personal profile] homomculous 2018-03-06 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
A part of her felt a little unsure about accepting his offer now that he'd actually made it, but if that was his primary concern, he really had nothing to worry about. She smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry, that's not a part of the spell. It's a restraint, not an attack." There was a certain amount of overlap between the two, but the spell simply wasn't meant to cause harm.
amorality: What are you trying to do? (098)

[personal profile] amorality 2018-03-06 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Even though he knows to expect it, it's a pain he hasn't experienced before. Ryan clutches at the ground and throws his head back in an effort to stay still, belatedly remembering her bidding him to breathe. He would really rather not, but he forces a few stuttered breaths all the same. It's a blessing when she's finally done, even though he still feels hypersensitive. He brings up his arm to dab the sweat off his face, panting.

"Thank you," he manages.
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[personal profile] heptagram 2018-03-06 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I've seen only one person who can do it," she explained. "She seems quite strong, perhaps because it is better defined as 'changing boundaries,' which is already something with a quite wide range of effects." Well, she didn't know that much about Yukari, she suspected. Not that many encounters with her.

"Originally I lived on Earth with some of my fans, but we had our mansion transported to Gensokyo about ten to fifteen years ago. Living in the world of humans did not seem like such a good idea." Let's just assume she explained Gensokyo earlier.

"I guess it just means we just like to get into fights that much and don't want to stop, I guess. Also, it means we don't have to rebuild anything too often if any of us uses anything too destructive." Patchouli was not bound by the spell card rules here, so maybe Iri got to see her blow some things up already and just generally show off some of her spells with a larger area of effect.
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[personal profile] heptagram 2018-03-06 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Er... couple of weeks, I think," she said, pretty much just guessing. "I spent the first ten days or so holed up in a library drawing because I wasn't sure I was interested in the suggested method of generating mojo. They said any act of creation would help, and I guessed I didn't have a lot of a choice otherwise, I guess."

She guessed some folks around here were pretty interesting. What determined who arrived here, anyway, she wondered.
jetsetwitch: (Definitely)

[personal profile] jetsetwitch 2018-03-06 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"It's my specialty." She said, as she brushed her hands off on her shirt, and stomped the snow off her shoes.

"Sorry about the snowball, by the way. I'm Akane."
lackinginfaith: Searching for something underwater. ([m] hide-and-go-seek sucks)

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[personal profile] lackinginfaith 2018-03-06 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Caren has always seemed a little annoyed about this place, talking about how she has a country to run and it's gone without her long enough. Still, she laughs a little as she rises up out of the ocean. It's been better once she realized that she wasn't going to dissolve into foam if any humans saw her as she was.]

Oh, I wouldn't be too surprised. Anyone would be happy in a place like this.
fistsofchange: (Pleeeeeeeeeeese?)

[personal profile] fistsofchange 2018-03-06 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Lin took a step back out of reflexive surprise. No one had ever mentioned to her that people lived IN the ocean. But she also didn't want to say that, in case it made her look even MORE uneducated. Maybe she could just roll with it. She slowly walked closer to the water to get a look at what kind of person lives down there.]

It's fancier and cleaner than anything I've ever seen before. And there's all kinds of fun stuff to try out.
timetogetdown: (Hello hello!)

[personal profile] timetogetdown 2018-03-06 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright."

Lucio stepped into the ring and pushed the practice dummies out of the way. Then he stepped in front of Iri and got ready to start dodging, bouncing on the balls of his feet. This was insane, but...dammit, he wanted to see more magic. Even if it got a little uncomfortable.

"C'mon, hit me with your best shot. I'll run circles around you!"
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lackinginfaith: Caren shocked and offended. ([i] how does my canon even work)

[personal profile] lackinginfaith 2018-03-06 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, the top half looks pretty normal, but Caren raises her tail up out of the water cautiously.]

Just don't throw anything in there. You don't know how many times I've found someone's swimsuit because they needed to strip in a hurry and didn't account for the tide.
windgod: (Default)

Ippo Makunouchi | Hajime no Ippo | OTA

[personal profile] windgod 2018-03-06 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
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Relaxation was an odd concept for Ippo, having been thrust into such an...interesting world. There always seemed to be so much that needed doing and the methods of getting things done was more than unconventional as far as he was concerned, but as with boxing, you needed some time to yourself in between big fights, so that was what he was attempting to do at the moment. It was such a nice day out that he'd managed to wrangle himself up a fishing pole and was currently sitting on a nice rocky outcropping...though it seemed that the fish thought the day was too nice to spend in one place as well.

"Jeez...not a single bite! Mom always makes it look so easy..."

In spite of his complaints however, he seemed to be in good enough spirits; he'd even packed himself a nice lunch he was looking forward to once he'd had his fill of waiting for a nibble.

-7-
The fight hadn't been a particularly smooth one and considering Ippo's natural tendencies towards being as close to an opponent as possible, it was fair to say he'd pushed his Mojo reserves to their limit clashing with that weird...ram...bear beast. Thankfully though, he'd managed to smash it in the side of the head hard enough to allow someone to blast it into oblivion, saving the island. He was tired, drained, and bruised in places he didn't even know he had...but he felt good about what he'd helped to accomplish.

"Hmm...this looks new, smells kind of like strawberries."

He said as he made his way to the back of the party in typical fashion and finding a bowl of liquid he assumed was a punch of some kind. It definitely tasted like strawberries...if you also put several other berries inside of one.

"Hey, have you tried this? It's really good!"

-8-
Now this, this is something Ippo could get behind. Training was definitely a grounding factor for him, it was something he could fall back on when the going got rough and it also reminded him of home, giving him a solid anchor. Today, he was contenting himself working on a heavy bag, the heat of the island prompting him to dress lightly in only his boxing trunks and a white t-shirt, which put the whole of his athletic build on display. His focus was solely on his rhythm and each strike was rocking the bag harder and harder until it was swinging like it was caught in a violent storm until a final, hard uppercut that seemed to come out of nowhere bashed it into the wall behind it, leaving a thunderous echo throughout the gym in its wake as Ippo brought himself back to reality.

"I've got to get even stronger than this. Even stronger so I can help everyone...I have to break all my limits. But...can I?"

The heavy bag swung back into his open hand and came to a stop as he pondered the question. Could he really get stronger than he was? Could he keep fighting the gloom? Did he even really have a choice?

-Wildcard-
[Hit him with your best shot!]
windgod: (Huh?)

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[personal profile] windgod 2018-03-06 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Well...that was new. Ippo had been in his own little section of the gym working with a speed bag when some new noise caught his attention. Normally he would have just taken a look to see who it was before going back to his business, but the sheer fluidity of this woman's motions made him stop and stare. Even more so when she did a literal standing teen foot jump up into the air and came back down to the ground like a snowflake on a gentle breeze. All he could do was...applaud, really.

"That was...amazing!"

He'd seen some amazing feats of athleticism in his life, but that just about took the cake!
femmefailtale: (Over the shoulder glamor shot)

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[personal profile] femmefailtale 2018-03-06 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
With a sudden and satisfying 'thwip,' a handful of photos are tossed right onto a desk near Patchouli. They're shots of the setup of where the gloom seemed to be coming from, as well as a few shots of the Avatar, complete with notes in pen about the sorts of things she'd observed about its magical aura and any powers she'd seen--shadow tendrils, an energy blast when provoked... It was far from complete, but it was something.

"Granted. Fresh off the printers." Meliora asked, digital camera still hanging by a strap around her neck. She seemed a little tired, but hanging out in the gloom would do that to a person.

"I'd have gotten more, but my eye started shorting out and I figured that was a sign that I needed to get the hell out of dodge." Truth be told, it still hadn't come back on yet... but that was her problem.
femmefailtale: (No see THIS is my good side...)

1 and also 2 maybe??

[personal profile] femmefailtale 2018-03-06 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Having also taken somewhat to the natural rules of the world, Meliora had taken to trying to wear a skirt alongside a tanktop. Given her contrarian attitude most of the time, she hadn't really had a chance to get down to whatever this world was supposed to be about either. Mojo? She wasn't sure she believed it, but... well, taking photos did feel refreshing in a way that it didn't back home, and they'd said making art helped too.

Her thoughts on the subject were sent scattering out of her head by a girl nearly running into her. She turned as her personal bubble was violated, saw the twirl, and then saw--

what.

what.

She didn't see that. There was no way that she saw that. That wasn't real.

"Pa..?" Meliora quickly smacked herself on the temples, shaking her head before breaking into a cocksure grin.

"Nothing to be excused for! I'm always happy to bump into a lady like yourself."

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