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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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[ That makes it sound like he knows what he's talking about. He sort of does. A side-effect of being stuck within the bounds of a fairly restrictive city was having a lot of idle time that he had to fill up somehow. And he would have been curious anyway about this apparently fairly populous, barely space-aware planet that he's never even heard of before. It's kind of fascinating.
But her question brings him back to their current situation. ]
Mostly just looking for answers. [ Not very successfully, obviously, but not for a lack of effort. He shrugs one shoulder. ] I guess we'll need a place to sleep eventually too. I wasn't too worried about that since BB-8 can keep an eye on things while I'm out, and one dusty couch is probably as good as the next.
[ So far the biggest threat he's been able to identify is the possibility that a roof might collapse in on them, but for the most part things seem to be holding together, if just barely. ]
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[ max hasn't been to either - after the emp pulse that had plunged the US into bankruptcy, resources had been scarce all over, but you were more likely to find them (and, more importantly for her, be able to fade into the background) if you were in a city. she'd bounced around a few cities and states before settling in seattle, but had stuck mainly to the west coast in hopes of finding the siblings who had escaped with her.
she huffs with mild laughter herself, now. ] Yeah, I'm not having much luck with that, either. [ she doesn't sleep much, but finding somewhere to regain her bearings seems like a good idea. ] But I was also thinking along those lines, if I can find a building that looks less likely to cave in on my head. [ she's unlikely to be getting much sleep, though; she doesn't like to even in the best of situations.
at the mention of bb-8, she glances around him at the orange and white ball who appears to have been listening in on their conversation. ]
Is that BB-8?
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[ And state, which seems like an odd method of naming things, but who's he to judge? ]
There are some buildings that look better than this. Some of them even have electricity, but still not a lot in the way of furnishings. At least we're not all crowded too close together, so it shouldn't be hard to find your own space.
[ So far, at least. Who knows how many people they plan on bringing in though. There are a lot of questions, and the longer they stay here, the more get added to that list. Not that there weren't plenty back in Duplicity, and at least here there's not an overbearing authority to tell them where they're allowed to live. And with who. There's no apparent structure here at all.
BB-8 trills a greeting in response to the question, speaking for himself as usual even though very few people understand him. He's learned a lot about human gestures and tones from Poe over the years though, which makes him a lot easier to understand than the average droid that's limited to Binary. ]
That's him. He's an astromech droid, he's basically my co-pilot. He only speaks in Binary but he understands quite a few languages. [ He frowns, thoughtful. ] You've never seen him before?
[ When she knew the 'other' Poe. As many times as he's been dragged back and forth, he's at least been lucky enough to have always had BB-8 with him. ]
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Yeah? That's still something, at least. [ if there's water to get going too, all the better. furnishing is something she's concerned about on a milder level, but a couch or bed isn't gonna be much use to them if they can't find food or water. or at least water, presuming they can go back and pilfer from the hospital, which she isn't above doing.
the droid in question earns a smile from max when he trills a hello and she waves in response. her attention's drawn from him when poe asks about the other him and she shakes her head. ]
We were all pulled from wherever we were and spent some time in labs before we were broken out and let out into the city. [ she doesn't like thinking about how long they could have been in said labs, but it was evidently long enough for her hair to grow back to shoulder length after having been shaved, if his hair when she'd met him was anything to go by. ] I don't think they were all that considerate of companions.