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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prompto argentum; ffxv

[photog]

rule 1 to survive the apocalypse: find a grocery store

[aside from the poking and prodding to exit stage left from the hospital in a way that seems almost too clinical to be considered "good bedside manners," Prompto does his best to avoid the upcoming storm of emotions that are bound to strike at any moment. mostly worry. it's always worry. he's wandered for an hour, maybe two, at tops, and there's this building feeling inside him that not only does he deeply miss the warm leather confines of a ridiculously expensive car, but moreso than that- the familiarity of voices he knows.

but he's seen movies before, he knows that when you get yourself into a mess of a post-destruction world, you're going to need a steady stream of food supply to keep you going, and basic necessities are the ones that should come first, right?

except, of course, he's getting his phone blown up by people propositioning him for sex. normally??? normally speaking, he'd so be amused right now with all these wonderfully great pick up puns that are barraging his phone, but he's. a man. on a mission. he needs twinkies. and noods. maybe you're there too, when he eyes the entrance of what has to be a convenience store. his messages blare up again and he sighs.]

I know you wanna bone, but food first! Can't give a good handie on an empty stomach.

[DELETE. how many more of these are going to come? how does he have time to answer all of them? 24 hours in the day isn't enough for this level of trolling.]

rule 2: apparently, get a little kinky

[a. Congratulations! you've been selected to receive a copy of Prompto's bingo card. welcome to that #depraved-life. there's some seriously messed up stuff on there. who cuddles these days?]

[b. or maybe you've been subjected to some, uh, attempts from a previous life. he's horrified that all these things are coming back to bite him on the ass. but also, he's kind of proud ot at least one or two of them. ah, good times. cw: puns.

UN: photog

1. c'mon, i'll do it for free. consider it a magnanimous pro-boner gift.

2. love the way you pitched the tent tonight big guy!

3. ah, yes. i'd like to make an appointment with his dick. half past seven inches, please.

rule 3: try to fit in with the locals (the sex option)

[to anyone that's gotten any number of selfies sent to them (all with amazing angles, and great lighting, of course), it's time for him to pay a little repentance in apology. especially since there's definitely one of him standing naked and superman posing in front of a chocobo floating around now (listen, there are reasons that happened). armed with a snack of anyone's choosing from the dilapidated general store he managed to swipe a thing or two from, he tries to bargain with the upper management around here to fix his handy-dandy wristwatch. that's where it's coming from, right? he's seen more cock pics than a chicken farmer has, and that's just in the span of 8 hours within being here. but it's mostly to no avail: they tell him to access his bingo card and send him along his merry way.

seriously?

he thought it was mostly fun and games, until the reality settles in that these things are actually serious- and if he wants to stop receiving torrent after torrent of random sexts, he's going to have to actually do something on this card. he gives it another lookover.]

Where am I even gonna get latex or feathers?

[a part of him can't really believe this is real. but he's starting to get bummed now that the novelty is wearing off. armed with (probably a box of cheese-its or something like that), he approaches anyone who looks like they're lost in their card, and offers a snack in this troubling time.]

I kinda thought some of this was a huge joke, but I think they're serious about us having to do some of this stuff.

rule 4: fuck the rules.

[hit me up with anything you can think of! he's probably going to try to offload at least one of these bingo squares, but he's probably willing to lend a hand if you need one of yours scratched off. for smut options, m/m, but gen things like cuddling, kissing, etc is OTA!]

r2 - a | un: vv

[lapses]

[ why is he receiving this? but more importantly— ]

Emotional manipulation? [ if only texts could fully embody his incredulity. ]

[photog]

[because the Augur demands that Prompto put on a frilly boa and get down with his bad self at the local bump and grind.

...clearly there were better candidates than him.

more importantly, though, he's kind of bewildered that his own b-card is getting passed around so flippantly.]

I guess it means playing around with someone's heart?

[lapses]

[ he doesn't plan to participate in any of this, so he really is the worst possible choice. ]

You aren't going to do it, are you?

[photog]

[RIP, Vincent. that's a whole lifetime of sexts and selfies he's in for if he has no plans on ever doing any of the stuff on the list.

some of them do look pretty normal, though. kissing? c'mon, kid's play.]

I...

couldn't manipulate my way out of a paper bag.

I'm more used to having my heart broken than the other way around.

[self dunk check]

[lapses]

[ he doesn't even plan to sext or take selfies (like what do they even mean?). he just plans to brood while he attempts to figure out a way to get home.

or, alternatively, find a solid coffin to sleep in until all of this is over. ]

I think it applies both ways. [ in any case, he is crossing that one off for him. ]

You shouldn't be passing this around.

[photog]

[unfortunately, vampire dungeon sex doesn't really have a square. bummer. maybe they can figure out a way out of here that doesn't involved getting staked nor impaled, though.

probably not, but here's to trying!]

I hate to be the bearer of bad news here, but I didn't hit send on this card to anyone. It just sorta... did it's own kinda thing.

which is kinda scary, actually?

that might mean someone has yours, too

[lapses]

[ ..........vampire dungeon sex.

let that never become a reality. he isn't even a vampire. ]

If that is true, then I should have heard from them by now.

[ but even if that is the case, he doesn't care if somebody gets a hold of his card. he pretty much took one look at his and dismissed it. ]

rule 3

[aubyss]

[ Yuri looks at his own card, confused as to what any of the things on there may imply. But he is willing to do whatever it takes to make the messages stop. They are entertaining and seeing other people react with embarrassment is very funny. But he's also been accused of being a pervert from time to time because it seems those types of messages go both ways. Even he's not safe from having bad pick up lines being sent in his name. And that's enough for Yuri to decide that the fun is over and it's time for have his name not dragged through the mud.

Because, honestly, he can do so much better.

He glances up when he sees someone approaching. A blonde guy. There's something familiar about him, especially with those freckles. Did he receive a picture of him? Yuri smirks a bit. ]

Seems you're in the same boat that I'm in, friend.

[ Yuri accepts the snack offering. He has been kind of hungry for a while. But he can certainly say he hasn't seen anything like this in Fodlan. ]

Some of them, at least on mine, seems tame enough. What's yours like? Maybe we can help each other out.

[photog]

[there's a somewhat subtle, non-zero chance that those snacks are proven to lower inhibitions on this world; he's just assumed that the food was relatively safe to eat and fit for consumption, despite the ominous lack of an expiration date. but there's also a chance that they're just regular old crackers that've gone far too stale for their own good, but either way! food's food.

nonetheless wiser to any of his dick pics currently circulating the network, he isn't prepared to know that other people know what he looks like down there, and maybe, at this point, he's better off not ever quite knowing that was a thing at all, but he's friendly and warm to a fault and Yuri doesn't seem dangerous or hostile.

he has to bite the bullet eventually. if he plans on his life improving at all under this weird robotic rule, he's going to have to cross off an item or two from the list. and, well, Prompto's not entirely dopey enough not to notice that Yuri is, for all intents and purposes, pretty attractive.

he almost doesn't believe he's been propositioned.]

Hey! Yeah, uh. I mean, I haven't filled any of mine out yet. Some of the things on here are a little... okay, way above my league.

[he shares his bingo card for Yuri to see.]

So... er. Anything. You know. Match up? [he needs to learn to be a little more easy going about this, but, he's also one giant ball of nerves on a good day.]

[aubyss]

[ Yuri offers a sympathetic smile to Prompto. He can understand where he's coming from. After all, there are things on his own sheet that he hasn't tried nor ever thought about. His gaze falls onto the two sheets in front of him now, comparing the two and seeing what exactly matched. There doesn't seem to be a lot, and he is a lot more interested in Prompto's sheet than his own. Mostly because there are things on there that make him raise an eyebrow.

Way out of his league indeed. ...Or are they? He doesn't know him all that well so maybe he does find some of this stuff appealing. He certainly isn't one to judge. ]

Well, let's see. The only three things that I can find so far that matches is kissing, cuddling and oral. It seems we'll have to pick our poison.

[ He's done his fair share of all of them so he isn't too picky. ]

What interests you most? If we're going to do this, we best make it enjoyable for the both of us.

[photog]

[those same things that are making Yuri raise an eyebrow are pretty much the ones that make him sweat a little. how does he even go about this in a somewhat natural sort of way? find a person and just lay it on them? "hey, any chance you're into," -looking down at the list- "submission and domination"?

yeah, that's pretty much never going to happen for Prompto. or maybe he could, just. it would probably make him feel really out of place and awkward. he's had his fair share of dates and intimacy before, but never did it feel like it was something that had to be scheduled, and more often than not, it took a lot of flirting and beating around the bush to get him over the hump of, well, humping.

so, they're really going to? he breathes in through his nose.]

It's kinda hard to just pick one and go for it. I mean, I'm always down to cuddle and kiss! That's practically the bread and butter of any good sorta relationship, but... y'know, we just met. Isn't it gonna be weird if we try?

[what he really needs is, mostly, to just stop overthinking it.]

[aubyss]

[ Ah, he can't help it. Yuri finds himself chuckling. Prompto reminds him of someone else he knows. ]

You're cute, friend.

[ Always ready to hand out the compliments. He is sure that many find that nervousness of his adorable. Yuri continues looking over the sheet as he speaks, taking in all the other things listed there on the bingo sheet. He's sure that Prompto will have an easier time filling his out than Yuri will.

So, he'll assist in what he can. It's just a little kissing and cuddling. What could possibly go wrong? ]

It'll be fine. [ He takes a step closer to Prompto, a smirk on his lips. ] I'm not making you nervous, am I?

[photog]

Thanks! I, uh, set my good looks to stun mode when I got here.

[mastering the art of flirting, one incredibly cute guy at a time. but that doesn't stop the way there's a lack of confidence behind what he says that makes him come off like he doesn't believe himself. still, he's trying.

as Yuri approaches, he watches carefully, taking in each stride closer with a sort of timid excitement. yeah, okay, he can do this. he's got it.]

I mean. A little bit, but that's because I'm not used to people as good looking as you hitting on me.

[he smiles a bit, and then looks down at the ground, to the left of where Yuri is approaching- and then up at the other, box of crackers still uselessly in his hand.]

Gotta warn you though, I'm practically a cuddling master.

[aubyss]

Oh, look at you. Throwing compliments right back. I'm quite flattered.

[ A cuddling master, huh? They're around the same height so at least that won't be a problem. ]

Don't worry. I can handle you.

[ Yuri places a hand on Prompto's cheek, lightly brushing his thumb over his freckled face. There's some amount of fondness in the action, giving him a slight coy look before he leans and presses his lips against Prompto's.

It isn't a long kiss by any means. It is short and sweet, just how he usually likes it. He stays close to Prompto as he gives him a soft pat on his cheek, just in case he decides he wants another one. He doesn't mind giving. ]

By the way, you may call me Yuri. Manners are important in situations like these.

r2 - 2

[knived]

( ok first of all, why was anyone watching him try to set up a tent. second, )

there's really only one way to do it?

[photog]

[he has to scroll up to realize the horror he's unleashed upon this poor individual.






ah. yeah, he remembers that one.]

there's probably like

5 or 6 ways to do it actually

but usually a firm rod is your best bet

[let him drown in his self imposed embarrassment.]

[knived]

( pls. he's too innocent for this!! )

well, i mean, if they're not firm it's not going to stand up? but, you have to stick it in deep too or it's not going to work.

( god. )

[photog]

[K E I T H...]

yeah! you totally get it. if it's not properly jammed in, one good blow and it's all over

[knived]

( look. prompto started this. )

it doesn't even take that much force if it's done wrong. one little touch and you could lose everything. then you're just left in a big mess.

1/2

[photog]

[oh




my god]

hey, so like

okay

[photog]

huh, how do I even put this

3/3, i lied

[photog]

have you read any of the other messages you've been getting by any chance?

r3!

[resoluting]

( it was a lot for clarke to process as well as she finds herself skeptically looking over her bingo card when he approaches her ) What makes you so sure it isn't?

[photog]

[that's one hell of a weird joke to play, if that's the case. the cost of setting this up must've been astronomical. okay, where's the cameraman? Prompto looks around, and alas, there's nothing to tip him off otherwise.]

I dunno, but I'm getting some serious post-apocalyptic vibes from this place. Kinda like in the movies, but way more chill and without irradiated zombies.

[he shows his nerd within 5 seconds of meeting her.]

But, uh. Huh.

Bingo is a game, isn't it?

[...] This is kinda messed up.