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TDM 001
| TDM 001: TFLU |
 ( 1 ) After leaving the teleportation chamber, you are gently coaxed out of the hospital and encouraged to find a place to stay. Maybe you've had time to check out your A5 app. Maybe you're just settling in. It's cloudy, overcast, cold -- you'll want to seek out someplace warm. Also, your device is beeping. A lot. The tech on the island works, it just doesn't work right. You can't seem to send a message to the correct person. It's time for... Texts From Last Universe( 2 ) What's this? Your bingo card has just been beamed to a stranger's inbox...?! ( sample A5 cards -- NSFW, may contain triggering content, please feel free to use/ignore as you see fit) ( 3 ) And now you're receiving messages from other users that they don't remember sending: Nice shirt. It would look better on my floor. 10/10 would ride it into the sunset. This user thinks you're attractive. u up? 🍆 ( 4 ) Once you figure out that the robots have been hacking your devices, it's no easy feat to track one down and demand they stop. "So The Augur wills!" they wail in a monotone. "So it is done!" Any attempt to actually contact The Augur and get back into the hospital will be met with beefy robot bodyguards, who suggest taking a gentler approach to fix your devices. If you know what they mean. Wink. (This is your overt kink prompt. Please label any threads accordingly.) Note: All prompts are optional. The theme for this TDM is "malfunctioning devices." They can be fixed by indulging in the squares on your cards. For the sake of the TDM, you can use one of the pre-generated examples or a wildcard from the kink list. This can be used as a free bingo square completion once you have been accepted into the game. Players are welcome to wildcard their own TDM prompts; we only ask that you try to stick to the theme. N A V I G A T I O N |
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Her head bows, and with as much sincerity as she feels she can get away with, she says, "As you wish." And she takes a look around, trying to find something she sort of recognizes among the buildings around them no matter how fruitless that may be. But there's a sign reading "coffee" nearby, though it looks like it's seen better days, and that's her first destination.
"There," she says, tilting her head and taking the steps towards the run-down coffee shop that will hopefully still have enough to work with. "I'll be back." And her steps are measured and decisive, and the sway of her hips is probably helping to drive the point home that she's not running away.
From the loud banging noise that comes from the shop a few moments later, though, she might want to start. There's a lot to be said about trying to operate a coffee maker when one has never seen one at quite this level of tech before. There's more to be said about the same when technology seems cursed specifically underneath one's own touch. It takes longer than expected, but eventually the coffee does get made, and E'dolha lets out a breath.
She comes back with her tail only metaphorically between her legs, holding a mostly-warm cup of black bean juice that she's certain could be described as at least 70% coffee. With that same level of sincerity, she hands the cup over to the demon. "Your coffee, ma'am. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find a leash." Her life is strange. She's not walking away yet, though.
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She will admit to a growing irritation the longer her new toy goes missing, though - and especially once the sound of coffee failures reaches her ears. This is part of the process, of course. Anyone has a few growing pains when they take on a new job, right? (The fact that said growing pains usually aren't administered directly is irrelevant as far as she's concerned. She's a demon. It comes with the territory.)
By the time E'dolha makes it back, her smile is gone, replaced with an imperious grimace. She takes the coffee wordlessly, taking a sip... rolling it over her tongue... and swallowing with a look of utter disgust. "Garbage. The beans were practically charred, and there's barely any flavor past the bitterness. Did you even find a press?" Her words are icy with contempt, and yet she doesn't lift a finger. After a moment, she even takes another sip.
It's only after her second sip that she glances back to E'dolha. "Well? If you don't intend to find a leash, you'll be forcing me to make one." Her tone makes it perfectly clear what making one might entail.
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"You should count yourself lucky I was able to squeeze any blood from that stone in there," she says, and the veneer of submission is gone. "I'll be back." And she turns on her heel, her head again on a swivel to try to find some place to find an old discarded leash and collar. One still strong and sturdy enough to give them both something to work with. It really, really isn't the position she'd like to find herself in, but there might be something to this whole... being leashed up thing. Led around on a collar, guided wherever the demon wants her. At least it's a good enough way to pass the time.
It's not important where she went, but she comes back twirling the collar in one hand while its detached leash hangs limply from her other. She'd tried it on and it fits exactly tight enough to keep things interesting, but she has the feeling that it makes things much more fun to be there when the collar gets put on. Menphina help her, she's kind of getting into it. When she's within collaring range, she stops twirling and gathers both pieces in one hand, then offers them to the demon clasp-first. There's a cocky flip of her hair, and she tilts her head back to expose her neck.
"Well?"