Bruce Banner has just returned from his lab, where his latest experiment came out really well. He should go straight to bed, because it's six in the morning, but he can't seem to become the right kind of tired, probably also because it's six in the morning. So instead he's watching the sun rise out the window of his cozy (tiny) grad-dorm single room.
"That's weird. Probably the other mes would be awesome and that's great and I can blow them."
"Well, maybe we'll get lucky and Milliways--that's the interdimensional zone--will just have an orgy of Ashers in it."
Right now, though, he wants to find some way to politely ditch this Asher so he and Lev can go to a makeup store without anyone they know seeing them. "I just realized you were probably in this library for some reason other than walking in on us."
"...you mean I'm going to have to do math while I'm aware there's a magic sex game?"
"I mean, it's up to you, I'm not gonna tell you what to prioritize." His Good Student perk is probably cheating but it's also so so important. Also, why did the game pick him instead of Asher anyway, Asher seems like a much more natural choice. "We can meet back up in a couple hours and talk magic sex game strategy?" And probably do a lot more than talk, let's be real here.
"Sounds like a plan. I will do math and try to think of ways to increase ERO."
"Cool. Hopefully I'll have some ideas too."
Once Asher has left: "So, now that you've seen what the Erogame does to coincidence, are you still down to go get a makeover with me?" Please say yes, doing it alone would be way more nerve-wracking.
Yes.
"...Maybe we should be working on getting six points of ERO in the next two days instead."
"I'm hoping going around in makeup will get me some ERO, but if you have a more efficient idea I'm all ears." And if you're chickening out I'm chickening out too, he doesn't say.
"...I'm not sure makeup pushes the bounds of probability that much. Men wore makeup sometimes even before the sex game."
"Sure, but not, like, lots of it? If you'd rather do something else improbable we could, uh, what's improbably sexual but not actually rude?" His first thought is "make a porn vid of ourselves and try to get it to go viral", but that's scary in that it might actually work.
"--Actually, I am going to replicate Clark and Hatfield's groundbreaking 1989 study about human sexual strategies."
He writes something on a piece of paper, looks around and finds a reasonably pretty girl a few stacks away.
"Hello. I've been noticing you around campus. I find you to be very attractive. Would you like to have sex with me?"
Wow, Aarons has balls of steel, metaphorically. Bruce finds this extremely attractive. Also he should clearly take this as a challenge and do the same thing but first he is going to stare at Aarons for a bit. Partly out of curiosity whether it will work and partly because of his latest attack of heart eyes.
The girl blushes and giggles. "Yes."
"Great," he says. "Tonight?"
"Sure," she says.
"Here's my phone number and address in case you want to talk to me." Lev hands her a piece of paper and waves.
Lev approaches a second pretty girl. "Hello! I've been noticing you around campus. I find you to be very attractive. Would you like to have a threesome with me and the last girl I did this with?"
Okay, if he got an ERO point just for watching someone else do that, clearly he can manage to do it for himself. And he can't just be dead weight and let Aarons do all the work. He has to try this.
He picks a girl who is definitely pretty but not, like, intimidatingly pretty, just sort of low-effort jeans-and-t-shirt pretty, makes solid eye intact with the air to the left of her head, and says, "H-hello. I find you to be very attractive. My friend and I are throwing an orgy later, want to come?"
Okay, maybe he shouldn't've borrowed legitimacy by inviting himself to Aarons' three-way, but there'll be plenty of time later to fork the project, as it were, if he turns out not to be welcome. And he's about to get turned down anyway, so what does it matter, really.
"Maybe there's an app for it." Wait, did she just say yes? He's pretty sure she just said yes. Okay, apparently he has to go to an orgy now on the off chance she shows up. Ooh, and if people do show up maybe he can make progress towards fucking strangers for an eidetic memory. Too bad "stranger" isn't clearly defined so he doesn't know if he needs to e.g. avoid learning this woman's name.
Lev overhears.
"There's definitely an app for that," he says. "It's called"-- he blanks-- "uh, Orgy-nization."
"What an excellent name for an app." Aarons is so clever, both for coming up with that on the fly and for the awesome name. "I'm going to download it." He pulls out his phone. Come on, Erogame, you know you want this to be a thing, there's nothing in any of our experience that contradicts it being a thing, it could totally have been there the whole time. He feels a bit like if Wile. E. Coyote had decided to run off a cliff on purpose.
"Cool," the girl says, taking out her phone.
And right there in the app store is Orgy-nation, the #1 app for inviting people to and organizing orgies. Bruce may notice that the app was apparently created ten seconds ago.
Ahahaha this is fine, the ground of reality is quicksand but at least he gets useful apps out of it! Just gonna make an account and not worry about how he can't be confident of the existence of anything he isn't looking straight at, or really anything he is looking straight at, oh wait the reason it's ten seconds old is probably because time travel isn't Turing computable, isn't that neat SHUT UP BRAIN.
He does manage to get what exists of the orgy so far configured in the app mid-existential-crisis, because smartphone use is basically a spinal reflex.