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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 |
trevor belmont | castlevania
03 ↝ misfire
-- ↝ wildcard
-- ↝ ooc
03
Do you really not know what a flower looks like?
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but look
it's got green and purple on it
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[Clearly.
That he's not seeing the "flower" in question is obviously not important.]
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i think so
what else could it be
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wildcard, gimme dat rough sex
Not in the sense he can't walk, not quite, but his thoughts are muddled and his judgment's impaired and that has been bumbling into Trevor. Hot under the collar, red-faced, McGillis certainly doesn't look like the prim and proper general he's supposed to be. He looks and feels desperate, in a way he usually isn't. In a way he never has to be, given his position.
Instead, he's eyeing this stranger hungrily. At least they're away from the main crowd, around a corner in a convenient alleyway.]
You look lost.
[Again, he's not the only one. Even inebriated, however, McGillis respects consent; states his intentions upfront.]
If you come much closer, then... I won't be able to help myself.
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but he's not drunk now. he's something, but not drunk.) ]
I'm-
[ lost isn't quite the word for it. the way that mcgillis is looking at him makes trevor think of hunger and vampires and that thought should be the mental equivalent of a bucket full of ice water, but it isn't.
he wants —something. to touch, to be touched, to throw all propriety into the wind to a degree even he usually doesn't.
his throat is dry. he swallows, licking his lips, before he manages ]
Help yourself how?
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To your body, obviously. Wasn't that clear enough?
[He shakes his head, not to say no—not to Trevor, at least. To himself, maybe, to convince himself of crumbling standards. His back hits brick and some small voice tells him submit.]
You've ingested something, so... there's no other choice. It won't abate.
[When in doubt, redirect the blame. This isn't his fault. It was the fault of this stranger, built like a bear, and bearing down on him in turn.]
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and still, he takes another step closer until he's well in mcgillis' space. not touching him, but close enough that he can feel the warmth of another body (and doesn't that make his stomach tighten with want, blood rushing south). ]
Why don't you, then?
[ help yourself, he means. there's a challenge in the words, but he still holds himself in check, half confused by what he wants, how much he wants it and half concerned with —not propriety, not that, but not forcing himself on anyone. ]
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3
Whatever it is, I never sent you it in the first place.
Why would anyone want the option of sending a flower on this thing?
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and here i was hoping you could explain this shit to me
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maybe flower language as code?
[ if only he knew... ]
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I can guess what a flower might symbolize if there is a code. [ Too bad it's not a flower, boys. ]
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well, and this 💦
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2
[If only text was more than somewhat adequate at conveying tone, he'd know the true depths of her frustration. And embarrassment.
More importantly:]
"cuddling" doesn't sound too....weird? at least.
[Maybe to you, Lys.]
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like blades
[ but actually ]
maybe i don't want to know
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those shiny metal guys don't seem very helpful
[you know, like assholes]
do you know what "snuff" is supposed to mean?
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misfire.
[ Clary's gathered thus far that some people here aren't from Earth — or are from Earth, but different — but it's difficult to wrap her head around the idea that someone's from a place that doesn't have eggplants. ]
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i've heard of eggplants
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Though I doubt that's what the sender meant.
That specific emoji has a very specific double-meaning to it.
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3 - misfire
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03
well, representative of a dick
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they should probably go see a priest
or better yet, a doctor
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