"Nooooo cuddles first."

Chuckles and cuddling. "I wonder, if I cuddle you so long I'm at risk of being late will I get really implausible coincidences to get me there on time." He doesn't actually know how long that is, though, because his watch is somewhere on the floor and probably under his pants.

"Maybe you'll get an Ero."

"As if I needed more temptation to stay right here as long as possible." He remembers Leia's remark from earlier about how he's super doomed and almost smiles. He hasn't encountered any doom yet, at least.

Eventually Bruce's phone rings with a helpful reminder that it is orgy time. 

"Mrh, gotta go do what the machines tell me." He disentangles himself from Leia with one more kiss and fishes his phone out of his pants to shut it up, then puts on the pants so he has pockets. After a bit of consideration he doesn't bother with the shirt. "See you later. I'll tell you all about it in the morning, unless you don't want to hear about it in which case I won't."

"See you! Love you."

"Love you too."

Now, what's the fastest way from A to B on this campus? Through the tunnels. What's the fastest way from A to B when time and space are subordinate to aesthetics? Definitely through the tunnels. He heads at a jog for the nearest building with a connection to the shared zeroth floor.

No one is visibly fucking in the tunnels but Bruce does hear some suspicious moans.

It's hard to tell if the moans are coming from around the corner, or out of the air vent. Bruce is not one of the people who spends his nights climbing around inside the walls, but the people who do are at least sometimes the sort of people who would escalate to fucking in them if the universe made it easy enough. He doesn't feel the need to investigate, though; he has places with actual mattresses to be.

And soon he is at the hotel room!

Asher is naked.

"Hello!"

"Hello. I hope I'm not all that late. I'd say I was tied up but that's a lie; I haven't been tied up since a couple hours ago."

"Nope. Whole thing's just getting started. Your clothes had better come off though, it's the rules."

"Wouldn't do to be breaking the rules at my own party," Bruce says, putting his clothes and shoes in a neatly folded pile next to various other people's. He has to fight down a surge of nervousness when he remembers how many people he's never met are going to be here potentially judging him, but he reminds himself that he has a loving girlfriend and a promise of eidetic memory if he screws enough randos. He looks around to get a sense of who's here already and what they're up to.

There are a few dozen people here already, mostly kissing and cuddling and touching; they haven't quite gotten to the sex part yet. One corner is arguing enthusiastically about the Silmarillon; another group appears to be working on solving a math problem. 

Bruce hasn't read the Silmarillion, though maybe he should. He makes his way to the math cuddlepile, sits down not touching anyone but within easy reach of several, and starts contemplating the problem. Asks a clarifying question of a cute boy with green hair.

Cute boy with green hair answers and puts his head on Bruce's shoulder.

Either one of his stats has made Bruce more comfortable with casual touch, or his main problem with it was the now-discredited conviction that nobody wanted to touch him. Either way, this is nice. He does more math and sort of brownian-motions his way deeper into the pile of increasingly heavy petting.

Does he want someone to kiss his neck while they talk about math?

He sure does! It might make him worse at math, but he can play with their nipples and maybe they won't notice his difficulties.

They might become a little bit distracted!

Well, the math problem will still exist if and when they get back to it. That's the nice thing about math; it's all timeless and eternal and doesn't care if you get distracted. And hey, he has no idea who anyone in this pile is, which means anyone he gets off counts towards his eidetic memory quest.

It is growing increasingly difficult to figure out which limb is attached to which person, and none of the people in the pile seem to much care. As long as there exists a tit for you to suck on why bother with who it belongs to?

When nobody can give anybody else diseases and everyone is enthusiastic about the situation, there doesn't seem to be any reason whatsoever!