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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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[ She hefts her finds onto the tarp and brushes off her hands before standing up straight and nodding at her finds. It's a good start. ]
You never know when it might be useful.
[ In other words, no. No plan. Just potentially a hoarder. There's a beat when her wrist beeps and -- ugh, it's some response to a message she definitely did not send. ]
Although maybe I can figure out how to fix this.
[ She taps at her wrist, annoyed, dismissing the message alert. ]
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I take it you've gone through some sort of survivalism training?
[He looked at the irritation on her face from the beep, biting his cheek to keep the grin off his face from her reply. Tarp folded, he stopped in front of her and held it out.]
Not quite sure it can be 'fixed'. You could always just reply with something equally ridiculous.
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[ She huffs a quiet laugh as she takes the tarp. A bit of training might have been a luxury. ]
It's just incessant and annoying. Plus reliable communications seems pretty vital to me. Not to mention I don't even know what half of these things are...
[ This time it's a bingo card that pops up, some of which makes her ears go a bit pink. She can figure it out from context but some of these terms seem so obscure and specific. ]
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He leans over as if to try to read what made her react like that.]
I'm quite certain that nine out of the ten things I've had blipped to me have been incredibly perverse or forward. I'd assume it goes along with the fact the robots I've come across keep winking and telling me to go find a friend. I can, however, understand and appreciate that it's not quite the time and place when you're trying to find your feet. Do you need help with anything?