TDM 001

[erkumods]

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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[mcvillain]

[Indeed. That's a big oof from Mr. Fareed over here.]

Bottomfeeding rubbish...!

[He's bleeding. He's bleeding, that's not how this was supposed to go, that's not...

Twice damned Vidar, thrice damned Gaelio. Of course he'd pull something, this close. He can't do anything but suck the life out of greater men to try and sustain himself, what little remains. Garbage, garbage, garbage, there's not a word strong enough in any language to defile him with the dirt he deserves. But he'll damn well try.

He's not punching back. Oh, no. Big mistake. Instead, he's wringing that scrawny neck in a concerted effort to bring him to the floor. Under his feet, where he belongs.]

[automatized]

[ that blood looks good on you.

and because vidar is a gallant man, he’ll let him fight back. let him put his hands around his neck, so that he can punch him in the stomach twice.

unlike mcgillis, who only knew fighting all of his life, he already knows how to die. the hands around his neck are powerful, but so what? they have always been. and he expects that much.

funny that of all things this is how he makes him look at him. and when he does, he’s got red on his face and he’s frustrated.

good. as it should be.

men like vidar, who don’t have any room in their lives for things like grand plans, only have room for revenge. and it’s plenty enough motivation to last through pain. ]

[mcvillain]

[He doesn't let go. He's wincing, but he doesn't let go.]

Are you listening now?! You god forsaken gnat. Stop buzzing in my ear, wherever I go!

[Too easy to find him, even easier to kill him, and easiest of all to wring out the truth. He contemplates squeezing until he snaps bone, but something stops him. He isn't sure what, but he does stop, though he continues to linger as an unwanted intrusion in Vidar's space.]

Stay out of my way, and stay away from me. We'll finish things when we return, and not a moment before, do you understand?

[As if he doesn't know the answer to that already. But at least he tried.]

[automatized]

[ he stopped.

interesting.

vidar moves back, getting air into his lungs, which now with the auto tuned voice sounds like screeching. ]

I’m an impatient man.

I have a list of names and enough time and energy to make you suffer. This world doesn’t know who you are, but I haven’t forgotten.

If you ever so much as make Bael leave this space, Mcgillis Fareed, you’re a dead man.

And unlike you, I am very eager to find you on the other end of my lance. Maybe bury it in you, as well. That’s the kind of tone you like to hear it in, is it not? [ mocking him now, because he can. ] Flattery and innuendo, because you can’t get anything else from someone you’ve discarded, long ago.

[mcvillain]

[He's just dragging out everything and the kitchen sink, isn't he? Well, fine. Once again, he ignores everything, except for...]

I'd flatter every last cretin on this marooned hellhole to bring reformation to a world in dire need.

[Almost defensively, he takes a step back, back towards Bael. Although it looks more like retreat, even if those hunter's instincts haven't died down. If anything, he seems more than ready to lunge again, if need be. And with a little more wisdom, this time, avoiding that atrocious mask with too many edges.]

You, on the other hand, will have significant issue flattering anything. Except from behind, bent over, like the unruly beast you are.

[automatized]

[ laughter. it sounds horrible, coming from a tin can. ]

‘Reformation’.

You’re pathetic. Is that what you called it, when you sacrificed Carta and I for your goals?

I was your friend, Mcgillis. That loyalty meant nothing to you, in the end.

I suppose it was my fault. All those years, and I’ve never paid attention as to how little you cared — you wore your own mask well. Congratulations.

[mcvillain]

Then we must make quite the pair.

[McGillis' hand drifts over his own heart, over the sacred stars of Gjallarhorn. Or maybe not so sacred anymore, with the cruel tone he assumes. With the dark look in his eyes, which casts a shadow over the whole hangar. And the whole world, Gaelio's world.]

I can hear your bleeding little heart, beating away... and all for me. That's so sweet of you.

[Wiping the blood from his cheek, he laughs too. Wicked, even worse than he might recall.]

Sad, sweet, sorry Gaelio. But if you're not sorry now, I'm sure you will be soon enough.

[automatized]

We aren’t a pair. You never wanted anything that resembles that.

[ rather bitterly, ]

I would’ve given up so much for you, had you just asked.

[ he’s fairly sure neither of them are going to mess with each other’s gundams, for now, so he’ll keep his distance from mcgillis and just walk off. ]

[mcvillain]

[McGillis just jeers at his back:]

Pissant.

[And that's all that need be said. He's had his fill of this exchange too.]