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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 |
no subject
he rolls his eyes, raising his bracelet up to his face so he could send a rapid fire string of messages. )
You may not understand me, but you better watch yourself.
( his voice is a hiss, letting his tone do the talking. )
no subject
[The tone is easy enough to understand, even if he doesn't get any individual words. He was going to have to be careful not to push things too far.]
[... is it pushing it too far to have those hands that were checking his pockets simply slip around his waist like he's an overly-familiar foreigner? It's harmless, right? Right?]
no subject
Stop! God, what are you doing.
( and then he remembers. )
Oh. You could've just asked.
( reaching into his jacket, he pulls out...
A GUNthe packet of cream sandwich cookies. )