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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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[Understatement. Give a cat something to hunt down and it turns into a little game.]
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[He wonders if he should go back to the hospital entrance, but he can see it from where he's standing, so surely he can't be that hard to find. Who else looks like a permanently exhausted academic and is standing by a desolate looking fountain?
Desolation... but nothing here seems like it's been burned completely to ash, so he's almost certain that whatever this is, it's not that. He absently rubs the burn scar that wraps around the back of his hand. It's not his only scar: he has several pockmarks going up his neck and the side of his face.
Jon keeps his eye out for someone that looks like they're... looking. The moment he sees Lucas, he knows, and he takes the risk of calling out.]
Lucas!
[But not too loudly. He would prefer not to have too many people looking at him.]
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'Lo, Jon. You barely made a game of it. I'm supposed to have to work to find you.
[The smile is affable, as is the manner in which it's given. As he comes closer, he'll be looking for any signs of distress or fear. Body language gives away more than some people realize, but that might be because most people rely on vocalization.]
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[He doesn't smile, not exactly, but for a few moments at least he seems like he's bristling less. He smells faintly of cigarette smoke and the last soap he used. He seems human enough.
And he is absolutely as tired as he looks. Maybe moreso. Despite being in his early 30s, his hair is greying.
Jon isn't afraid, per se, nor is he as distressed as he could be. He's uncomfortable and he's guarded.]
Hide and seek is much easier to start playing when you have no idea where you are to begin with.
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So when he came up to Jon, he came up a little too close. Personal space was something he had to struggle to remember, even when mingling with humans. It just seemed so silly, and touch was always a good base for conveying a greeting and pleasure.
Still, the smile was there, and he continued to give off the air of a man who didn't get bothered by much.]
Fair point. Perhaps you'd prefer a game of tag or chase and catch?
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I'm much better at hiding than I am at running.
[At least, one of those was much easier on his cardiovascular system. There's something about the comment that sticks in his head and a voice that whispers the Hunt. Maybe that's just paranoia and an overactive imagination, but both of those have kept him alive, more or less, up til now.]
It's uhm. Nice to meet you face to face.
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[The step back is noted, and it reminds Lucas that he's not among his own kind. A quiet whisper of a thought of wondering if there were any others like him here, and then he shrugged it off to consider later. Clearly the man liked his space. It just made him want to drape himself over him out of a need to be contrary, but he kept that space between them, though the smile turned a little wicked.]
We all have our strengths, darling. Academia may be yours.
[There was Welsh in his voice, the accent accounting for the potentially odd pet name.]
Have you done any poking around?
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[The question makes him answer almost with one of his own. Why wouldn't it be? Should he have been more wary reaching out to a complete stranger in a world he's not sure of? Should he have--
Easy there.
The accent is both familiar and oddly comforting. But he really shouldn't trust either of those things just for the sake of it.]
No, I haven't. I needed a moment to catch my bearings and then my device kept going off and... well. You saw the result of that. Have you?
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[Jon looks around the desolate urban landscape and tries to focus on what he really needs to do.]
They made it sound like we're on our own to find shelter.
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[Not that he wouldn't mind going off and finding a nice high place to set up himself, but there were others to think of and they didn't have his luxuries.]
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[So, naturally, it never even crossed Jon's mind beyond reaching out to Lucas, who, if he's being very honest with himself, looks far more capable of surviving. Jon has, though. He's survived worse than this and he knows he can again if he could just--sort out what's really happening.]
What do you think, find a building first or find people first?
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As far as I can see, we're not in any immediate rush other than to try to find a place to curl up before dark comes.
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[Jon frowns and considers their surroundings again. He's managed to talk to a few people over the network, but he wouldn't know how to go about finding them: given the way their devices have been malfunctioning, there's no guarantee that any message he sends would reach its intended recipient.]
I don't suppose you've figured out how to make the devices more reliable in terms of sending and receiving messages.
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Not hardly. Tinkering isn't in my skill set. I'm lucky to be able to program an alarm clock. Hand me an instrument and I can make it purr, but give me something mechanical and I'm all thumbs. Outside of keeping a car running, barely, I'm a bit out of my wheelhouse.
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[Talking to the robots had mostly been useless, but Jon distinctly remembers the card in his inbox and everything in the squares. That can't--that can't have anything to do with fixing things, could it? He also recalls the little speech he was given upon waking up in the hospital. He fidgets with the bracelet.]
Maybe ti doesn't matter right now. Have you run into anyone else... friendly?
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[He's a creature of nature, of course. He's seen wild animals react poorly to confusing situations. He has a closer connection to his own wilder nature, and maybe it gives him a little empathy in certain situations. Only certain ones, however. Humanity still befuddles him from time to time.]
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[Catara seemed ready to destroy her device, among other things. Jon finds himself hoping she hasn't, if only for her own sake. Who knows what might happen.]
Did you--did they give you one of those cards?
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[Someone hadn't been fiddling much with his device. Not into mechanics at all, he'd only poked at it enough to silence the incessant beeping, then figure out that it was like a phone. He hadn't found the holographic capability, nor the ability to read his own stats. Or the bingo cards. Jonathan's going to have to show him.]
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Just going to show you something...
[He reaches for the device and manipulates it until he gets Lucas's inbox to pop up. He has a card, too, and Jon feels heat rising in his face and promptly looks away before he starts scanning too many of the boxes. Seems rather private, even if... apparently they're not.]
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Thank you. And I suppose you know why we have these... cards? Did the walking pornbots give you a clue?
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They seem to have something to do with... making things work. They weren't particularly helpful beyond that, but they seemed to indicate that--that doing things on the card would make things stop going haywire.
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[Lucas couldn't for the life of him figure out how letting someone dribble wax on him could make anything happen other than himself and his partner having a good time, but then, he'd never been brought to a strange place by a robotic holograph before. Maybe anything was possible.
The amusement didn't dim as he noticed Jon's discomfort.]
What does your card say?
[Because who has privacy from a cat?]
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There.
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Is there anything on here you have an issue with? Something that, perhaps, you're morally or physically opposed to? Not asking to be a complete cad, love, just curious if the entries in the boxes are things that apply to each individual. It'd be a shame if someone were asked to do something they couldn't, or really didn't want to.
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