f2020 | SEPTEMBER 14TH, 2020: THE SYNOD IS CONVENING.

SEPTEMBER 14TH, 2020: THE SYNOD IS CONVENING.

All fourteen Gates simultaneously reverse polarity. For the next seven days, and only these seven days, any imPort stepping through a Gate will arrive safely in the Porter building: the only place on this fractured planet that can safely contain the energy of the imPort community in its entirety.

SO IT BEGINS
THE SYNOD

THE

DEATH

TRAIN

While the Gates are the simplest form of transportation, those making the journey to the Synod from the White Tower have the option of travelling by train, if they wish. Despite the playfully grim moniker, there haven't been any recorded fatalities on board the Death Train in many years. Or ever, really. Raw, untamed entropy doesn't do anything as simple as kill.

For that delightful reason, passengers will be reminded at frequent intervals not to attempt to leave the train once it enters the active zone of the Porter's defenses, or to do anything that could jeopardise the integrity of its shielding.

The journey is relatively comfortable and takes approximately two and a half hours. A limited menu of pastries and alcohol is available from the buffet car. The smallest tables seat two.

As the train passes through the entropy-saturated wasteland of the Deathdome, the view from the heavily tinted windows of each of the train's four-person cars is impossible to comprehend: every atom of the landscape is in a constant state of flux, scattered in endless possibilities across the multiverse.

WELCOME CARPET

Inside, you get the impression of three towers; no view from outside is possible. You're totally sealed inside for the week, by the same Fate-built tech that shields this place from the ravages of cosmic radiation— the train station is built into the structure, entrance tunnel hermetically sealed.

You're greeted by welcome robots, primitive little things full endless enthusiasm and covered in dents. What they lack in intelligence they make up for in persistence and durability. Each and every ImPort is assigned their own personal robutler.

Though they tend to hinder more than help.

Boop boop boop boop. They provide you with a complimentary swag bag. Inside is one (1) t-shirt, one (1) top of the line tablet (pre-loaded with this year's Agenda and a simple game app that looks suspiciously like 2048), a stress ball, personalised souvenir pen and eraser (but no pencil), and of course, a lanyard keycard for accessing the comfortably adequate accommodations provided for all attendees.

Given the week-long Synod, your room itself is a decent suite, furnished with dark colors, redolent with a smell you can't quite place. You may find yourself assigned an unexpected roommate, which may feel awkward considering you'll find arrayed on the beds, a half-dozen complimentary tickets to the spa, restaurants and the power gym, with its preternaturally durable equipment.

Robutlers constantly remind: do not attempt to leave the Porter facility or do anything to jeopardise the integrity of its shielding.

CONVENTION

Talks and panels take place in the convention area, which feels like a miniature city within the Porter's defenses, a hive with padded audience seats, wide stages, and complete with holographic audiovisual equipment that's curiously compatible with presentation software from every city.

Here, ImPorts will present and debate various topics regarded as major concerns for all. [OOCly, players are invited to suggest topics! Scroll down; they will be added below.]

This is also something of an expo, where cities practically demonstrate— or show off their good works. From the latest hovertechnology models to demonstrations of healing powers, playful duels in the forcefield-enclosed stages to magical books that temporarily transfer skills on touch, this is the place to pretend you're showing off your cards... while playing the most important ones close to your chest.

PANELS AND DEBATES

PRESENTERS

TOPIC

Joseph Kavinsky vs [N/PC]

White Tower ImPort Overpopulation and Dimensional Instability

Tony Stark and other technopaths

How Technology Will Save Us

Joshua Foley

The Mysteries and Intricacies of ImPort Physiology

Count Dooku and volunteers

ImPort Factions Must Align Against the Shared 'Resistance' Threat

Jin Bubaigawara (x3)

The Twin Cities are NOT Dimensionally Unstable No Matter What You Heard

Kang

Bridging Old and New: Maintaining Infrastructure with Limited Modern Resources

EVENING

EVENTS

Every night of the Synod, ImPorts gather to dine in a grand hall with a ballroom party. Each dinner is hosted by one ImPort city, gruntwork complete with robutlers-- which guarantees food safety, and complete with multiple cuisine options, cultural decor, and entertainment.

Given the range of cities represented, food options vary from greasy burgers to six courses of seafood and blue venison, and rarefied vegan fare.

When ImPorts aren't here eating, they're most often talking. Ergo, it's not uncommon for low-key drama to break out, but this year, the majority of Synod days seem to be passing uneventfully.

Fortunately, speeches are reserved for daytime. After dinner, it's time to dance.

The last song of the night is always obscure music no one can quite remember the words or melody to afterward. It's a slow dance song meant for two or more partners; the ballroom grows dark and the world seems to fade away. Or rather, it just fades back into one's hotel room.

THE BLACKOUT

On Monday, September 21st, shortly before the Gates are due to resume ordinary function and allow attendees to leave, the Porter building suffers a power cut.

Abruptly, all the lights cut out. Music stops. Your faithful robutler freezes in place, unresponsive— though its internal systems appear to be running, the centralised command hub that it relies on has fallen silent.

Though the robutlers are out of comission, technology-minded ImPorts and their tech drones hasten to reassure that systems analyses are underway. Within a few hours, repairs begin, the estimated time being two days.

In the meantime, thanks to the diversity of powers on hand, there is enough food and water. Candles start to circulate. It might even be a little romantic, if it weren't for the chaos outside. Characters might find themselves trapped in an elevator for a few hours, or compelled to seek comfort from one another.

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For a moment, Lan Wangji put up a mental and emotional wall also, ready for a rejection, for Wei Ying to flee. What happens next, the walls and foundation of everything he knows begin to crumble in that instant, though it has crumbled easily by his own feelings and passion for him over the time he spent with him in their world before this one and from the years of love he has for him.

He wanted him to think about it, so he has a chance to forget it, to run and flee, or maybe continue the friendship...and then in the next moment, like a whirlwind of emotions, he's the one kissing him. The reaction was immediate. He kisses him back, with much passion. This could be their last night, their last week, who knows. His heart is pounding, his breath leaving him, and suddenly he felt that flame and torch he holds for him begin to spark and burn brightly.

In the dark, he wraps his arms around his waist as he kisses him hungrily. He never wanted this dance or this kiss to end.

Wei Wuxian wraps his arms around Lan Wangji's chest as he draws him close. He loses himself into that kiss that holds all the passion and fire that has been building up over the years. He doesn't deserve this after all the things he has done in both lifetimes, but he is going to hold onto it as hard as he can for the short while he is allowed to.

There is no shame in the fact that this is happening in the middle of a party. Perhaps he can just pretend he was drunk if someone asked him about it later.

Eventually, the kiss breaks and he's panting for air. After the wall crumbles, Lan Wangji emotions is a raw mess. He doesn't let go of him, wanting to hold him for a little longer. A part of his desire, having a mind of its own, wonders if it won't hesitate to spend the night with him, even for one night.

But his self-restraint is reigning his desires over, and his arms around him loosen and he gently lets him go. His pale jade face is colored crimson with a flush.

"Wei Ying..." For a few moments, he doesn't what to do. His self-restraint and desire fighting. He just stands there gazing. "I have the night free." He offered but giving him one last chance to reject him.

"yeah..okay, Lan Zhan." That's the only confirmation he gives. He might as well at this point. They could share this one night and Wei Wuxian can forget all the things he had told himself he needed to do to protect him. He will push aside everything and just have this one night.

"Let's go." He offers a small smile as if to reassure the other man. After the kiss it isn't like Wei Wuxian can just go back to his room and forget about everything. It would make for a very uncomfortable night.

He can't believe it. "Do you really want to?" He's not rejecting him for once. Lan Wangji is surprised. He'll make sure he won't regret it. If anything, this is his chance to give him comfort when his life as an assassin is hell for him from the years.

He happily follows after him. He doesn't mind. For once, he'll let go of worry. Despite how badly he pushes him away just to protect him, he's not giving him up easily and he would have told him it's unnecessary.

He walks towards the elevator. "Just..you have to know Lan Zhan. That tomorrow things might have to go back the way they were. I can't promise that things will change or that I will be any more willing to tell you the things I am doing."

It's just safer that way and he fully believes it is better if the man doesn't know. But perhaps he needs to have this one night. To forget all the things he has done and have a distraction from life on this world.

"Mm. You don't have to tell me anything. I wager my honor on it." The elevator door is closed and makes its ascent toward the residential floors. "I only want to play music with you. That's what I meant by spending time with you. Because despite everything you have done, I still wanted to stay with you, still wanted you."

He remains quiet once the elevator reached its destination. Wherever Wei Ying goes, he follows after him through the halls.

He walks towards his room, pulling the key from his robes and using it to open the door. Wen Ning is still busy with the party so he doubts he will come back to visit. So he isn't too worried about anyone visiting while they are in there. He enters and holds the door open for him.

He doesn't even carry Chenqing much anymore. Having mastered the control without music, it makes it easier for stealth missions. No telling sounds of the flute to give him away. Death for most is silent and they never hear or see it coming.

Lan Wangji enters his room and he looks around. It seems to be a standard suite like his own. Looking for a seat, he sat down on one of the sofas near the window, but the outside scenery doesn't interest and he turns his attention to Wei Ying.

"I am here."

He closes the door behind him and walks over. He looks down at him and those words make a lump stick in his throat. He reaches out and takes his hand, drawing him off the couch and towards the bed. He doesn't want to talk, he doesn't want to think, and he doesn't want to dwell on what his life has become.

He wants the distraction. And perhaps this is a little cruel. Maybe he is simply playing a terrible game with Lan Wangji's heart but it is what he needs right now. He needs to feel like there is something more then just killing. He needs to feel something again besides emptiness and loneliness.

As they reach the bed he turns to the other man to make sure he will agree to this.

Wei Wuxian will be surprised that he actually does agree to come to his bed. For a man coming from a strict clan for their rigid lifestyle, training, and rules, he comes to his bed willingly. Throwing away the rules, even if this maybe a casual encounter or a one-night stand, and he's using him cruelly to relieve loneliness and tension. At this point, there's no turning back. He endears Wei Wuxian above all else and there's a willingness to put up with his selfishness.

Looking into his dark eyes. "Let's continue." He said, assuring him of his choice and his confidence, and that he wanted this. He reaches for his hands to kiss them softly, then gently kisses up his arms and over the hollow of his neck.

He closes his eyes as he feels that mouth up on his neck, tilting his head back slightly. He nimbly starts to undo his ties, letting layers of clothing fall from his body. There is no hesitation, no point in holding anything back. His hands move to Lan Wangji's clothing to help remove everything that will be standing in their way.

Wei Wuxian stays quiet. He lost that talkative spark years ago. He had to stay so quiet on his missions and he spent so much of his time with no companionship that he just got used to being quiet. But no words really need to be said when there are other ways to portray their feelings.

His kisses are gentle and soft. At the rustling sound of clothes being stripped off, his own soon join the pile. He'll find that Lan Wangji wears many layers of robes. But once the clothes are off, the feeling is so free. He revealed to be very well-muscled from years of training. Tall, lean, and strong. And just like his sword, he's also well-endowed.

Words aren't necessary. He wordlessly searches for him in the dark, his hands roaming over his strong, slender frame, starting with the slow caresses of feeling over his abused body, giving him the comfort he needs to soothe his hurts with his touch and kisses.

Even though he was driven by his instinct, he was being gentle with him. He gently pushes him to the bed. Each movement careful, not wanting to terrify him from this experience, and still have a measure of self-restraint. "Lie down." He whispered as his weight on top of him is warm, very warm, and solid as he pressed his body on the soft bed.

His kisses on his lips continue, starting with gentle kisses, and then more demanding, trying to coax him to relax and open to new feelings and sensation.

He crawls up the bed while maintaining contact with Lan Wangji's lips until he is in a comfortable spot. He lays back against the bed, his hands on either side of Lan Wangji's head as he returns those kisses. There is excitement building at the feeling of Lan Wangji's naked body against his. Feeling every inch of that strong frame pressing down against his.

His mouth opens, beckoning the man to deepen the kiss as his hands start to explore that strong back and shoulders. He finds that he has wanted this...that he has perhaps felt more for this man then he ever realized. Feelings that were always there beneath the surface even though he tried very hard to push them down.

What continues from the dance, their lips and bodies become connected, and the warmth they're sharing becomes a slow, intense heat. Electricity sparked through his body, as he feels new sensations of pleasure jolting through his body. The shape of his lips, when their breath mingles when he teases him with his touch, and their naked bodies are melded together. When his mouth opens, welcoming him, the kiss deepens as he gently curls his tongue around his. The kisses are deeper and bolder.

Strong hands feel up his thighs, encouraging him to lift up his legs to wrap around his waist. Shy at first, then he presses his hips down, to initiate a slow grind, a gentle rubbing their cocks together. "Does Wei Ying like this...?" A question to see if he wants more of it, for him to continue.

He groans as he feels that grinding against him. His length hardens in response, his body desiring more contact.

"Nn..yes, Lan Zhan. Feels good."

He loosely wraps his legs around Lan Wangji's waist as he rocks his hips against the other man. He feels his desire growing, that fire in the pit of his stomach growing as the kissing becomes more intense and their bodies start to heat up.

He opens his eyes and meets Lan Wangji's with his own. His expression intense as looks at him. He reaches up and his fingers deftly remove that headband.

"No restraint, Lan Zhan. I want you to fuck me with everything you have."

Such a positive response. Lan Wangji was worried if he doesn't find this pleasurable but turns out its getting better and feels good, releasing all of that tension. He too desires more contact and friction, as he begins to throb and ache, feeling the heat coil at the pit of his stomach. He breaks from the kiss, mouth nearly parted as the pleasure in his body start to build up from the heat, and it's becoming hot.

"Mn. Feels good for me too. But Wei Ying's pleasure matters." Looking in his eyes, he enjoys watching him letting go and allow himself to feel. As he tugs at the headband, it becomes loose. Normally he would swat his hand away, but he took it off, letting Wei Ying grip onto it.

"Wei Ying, the shameless things you say." It's kind of cute. His hands slide down between them and in a vice grip, wrapped his hands around their hard length to stroke their cocks together as the grinding continues to relieve their pent-up tension and needs. "Keep moving your hips like that." He murmured. His mouth goes lower, seeking his nipples, and tentatively he flicks and curls his tongue around his perk nipples, giving each one attention and gently sucks as he strokes their cocks to spark a whirlwind of feeling and sensations from the stimulation.

He moans as that hand works over the both of them. The friction of the two cocks against each other added with that of the rough hand is tantalizing enough. But then Lan Wangji adds his mouth to the tender flesh of his nipples and it almost becomes sensory overload.

His hips rock into that hand as his nails start to dig into Lan Wangji's back, desperate to have something to grip as his body becomes even more sensitive with each touch and motion.

He doesn't know why or how Lan Wangji knows how to do what he is doing and he isn't going to ask. Who the man has been with is none of Wei Wuxian's business. All that matters is how he is making him feel and the destraction he is offering from the rest of the world.

He has never been with anyone, couldn't fathom anyone but him. The man simply has a lot of fantasies and imagination, and years of pent up emotions concerning him and unable to express them properly, Wei Wuxian is his entire world. But it doesn't matter, what matters is that he is here and now with him, and it's real that they're making love, reconnecting the gap of years. For Wei Wuxian, it must have been many years in this world. For Lan Wangji, he has only has seen him a few weeks ago before this dimension rift. But no matter what, Wei Wuxian is Wei Wuxian and this one is just as much as his.

For now, there's only the feeling, the joy, the reconnection, and helping him unblock the feelings of emptiness and loneliness, even if the pleasure is temporary and just for one night, that one for a thing certain, the love is real and expressed physically.

"Wei Ying..." he whispers his name hotly between pants with passion and affection. Lan Wangji continues to flick his tongue around his nipples, and gently swipes his tongue across between his collar bone and along his throat, leaving a trail of slick heat. The rocking between them becomes faster and harder, he strokes becoming faster, getting him closer to their release, toward his climax, a thin sheen of sticky, thick liquid begin to weep over their cocks as a sign that they're coming close.

He moans louder as he feels that release building inside of him. Every touch of lips and tongue, ever stroke of that hand..each piece integral in bringing him to that moment where he won't be able to hold back any longer. He feels Lan Wangji's hand become slick from the precum and even that create a new sensation that sparks more excitement and helps to be the final straw.

His hips jerk as his release comes, spilling over that hand and over his stomach. Pleasure washes over him as sparks dance across his skin from the feeling. He moans the man's name as the last of that liquid spurts out.

Fingernails left divots in the man's back as he had held out tightly with that release and now those hands relax slightly to flatten against the spots he had just marked.

He hisses sharply as his fingernails clawed on his back, not caring if it leaves marks over his scars. The pain is nothing compared to how long he felt and yearn for the man. When he bucks his hips and reaches his climax, it was rough and sends a thrill and ache. Such the strength and cleverness of an assassin. A streak of their release spilled over their pale skin as the height of their pleasure washes over them, and he relaxes, waiting to bask in this blissful feeling much longer. He pants from the exertion and licks at his hand like a satiated cat.

He looks into his eyes and nuzzles on his neck. "Better...?" He isn't tired yet. He presses his teeth on his skin and bites on his throat to leave a mark and gently licks over, a small break before recouping for another round. "Or do you want more? Because I want more of you. I want you, Wei Ying." As he meant what he said to him much earlier, every single word.

"I want more. We have all night." This one night. That is likely all they will get and so they can both continue until they are satisfied or until they can no longer move and have no choice but to sleep. He wants to feel everything Lan Wangji has to offer in this one night.

He slowly regains his breath as that high starts to ebb away. He misses the feeling immediately and waits for Lan Wangji to plan his next move. Moaning softly at that mouth marking his neck.

"Are you sure you can handle it? You said to do it to you with everything that I have, so you better mark you words." For how long he has been longing for this with him, fantasizing this to him, and it's coming true. "I read in the erotic books. About how two men have pleasure. I always wanted to do it with you and only you. No one but you, Wei Ying."

He's going to take a moment to search in the bathroom for the small bottle of complimentary lotion. He's going to need that to make the passage easier. He popped the cap and squeeze the bottle a generous portion.

"Try to relax. This is for making penetration easier and less painful." His movements are slow as he pried his soft globes apart like a book, massagaging his cheeks, and then opening him up as he gently slides his finger inside of him, penetrating his soft insides to slowly slick him up, and applying the lotion, and ease him up to loosen him for a stretch.

Lan Wangji's words about only wanting to do this with him makes this almost harder to handle. The guilt he might feel after this night is over might be overwhelming. But perhaps he can give the man this much..perhaps after this he can move on and forget about him.

He flinches slightly when that finger invades him. It's a strange sensation as it rubs the lotion inside and stretches that spot that has never been treated in such a way before.

He keeps his breathing steady as he tries to stay relaxed, letting Lan Wangji do what he needs to, to prepare him for what is to come next.

Lan Wangji watches his face, seeing the inner turmoil in his eyes as he struggles with the storm of his guilt. It's that storm that he wanted to help keep him calm. He never wants to forget him. He couldn't. Not for 16 years that he has mourned for him.

"You're tense. Relax." A slender finger slides inside of him, pushing inside to coat his hot insides. Long fingers that strum the string of the guqin and written elegant calligraphy. He finds his squirming and moaning with his touch from the sensitivity arousing.

"I want to be inside of you." He whispers close to his ear slides a second finger in, then a third to loosen him up more for a stretch. "Do you want me to do it right now?"

SEPTEMBER 14TH, 2020: THE SYNOD IS CONVENING.

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