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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...

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( 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?

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( 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.

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[Well, hey, before you call him shrill, give him a moment to- shishishi- there's the signature little laugh.]

Right, so anything that needs fixing here needs this sort of energy. It's some kind of fancy magic or something, since y'can't do it alone. Lucky for you I happen to be here, right?

[he grins and those big, round ears twitch slightly]

But here's the thing... I fixed mine already. [a lie]

And it's not like I don't mind giving a helping hand now and then, that's all well and good but... y'know that's not how the world works.

If you fixed it already, you wouldn't be hanging about.

[Don't lie to a liar, son. But his cheekiness seems to wear well on McGillis, who quirks a small smile of his own and draws a bit closer. Just a bit, because those teeth look awfully sharp and he's not quite he wants to get bitten. Yet.]

So how does it work? Since you're clearly such an expert.

[Catching the lie is just the start of fun. Making them regret it... oh, that's his favorite part.]

Edited (FIELDS ARE HARD) 2020-05-18 19:07 (UTC)

[There's the slightest tenseness to his smile when he's called out, otherwise he doesn't flinch. In his mind, he wasn't caught in the lie until he's run his pursuer around the block once or twice.]

Apparently it's some sort of energy that gets let off when people get frisky.

[he says it with a completely straight face- also because, as far as he can tell, that is the truth]

You know? Handsy? Hanky-panky? Looking for the snake in the grass? Locking lips or legs or whatever.

[Now, with the most innocent look he can manage (which isn't very, to be honest, his eyes are still twinkling),]

You're not a virgin, are ya' Mister?

[Not by a long shot. His eyes don't quite sparkle, but they're very, very dark.]

Is that why you're lurking around? To swallow some up, little beast?

[There's a flick of the ears at that diminutive. Ruggie shifts away from the innocent pose. It was a long-shot to try and fluster the guy but, well, try every angle.]

They'd need the most help, right? [he shrugs his shoulders] They'd be the most desperate. [after all, admitting he was a con was different from admitting trying to con the person in front of him]

I see you're not desperate at all, though. [wow, praise, so cool!! clearly can't trick this guy!]

Well, then, I'll just tell it to you straight: I'll do any sort of thing like that but you'll owe me a favor once you've got the means. Although I guess if you're not the type to owe favors if you've got something good on you, I'll take that.

[Most certainly a con artist. But he's honest enough, for a thief, once he realized his proper place in the world. Which was beneath his boot, although his expression betrays nothing, shows no interest beyond that fixated gaze. A versed liar, with a poker face to fool any person—or in this case, half of one.]

Mm. You could say I've focused my passions elsewhere, though it's nothing you need concern yourself with.

[He'll push him, though, since he's so eager. It's cute, honestly.]

And what is it that you like to do? I'm plenty accommodating to those who ask.

[If he was dealing with this guy long-term, he'd probably be more worried. Sometimes types like him were more trouble in the long run than they were worth what he could get out of them. Here, though, it's not like he has many options...]

The only accommodation I'd ask of you is the favor once you're settled!

[... or, more bluntly put, he doesn't want to turn this around so it's more like he'll owe the favor. So, he'll keep what he likes out of it (or try to).]

It sounds like the whole thing doesn't need to go all the way. Oh, right, and sometimes by doing specific stuff you get specific results. Kinda like a ritual, I guess. Not that I'm great at rituals, too many little steps...

One favor?

[Seems like a lopsided deal. Especially with all the favors he's considering, at the moment.]

Are you planning to hook me into some hair-brained scheme? Honestly...

I'm not the kind of person that goes and weaves huge schemes, you know?

["You know," as if they haven't just met. He's relying on the fact that his appearance tells a story by itself. He's a bit of a runt with messy hair and the eyes of a thief. Some people would argue that he practically screams "sidekick" with his appearance.]

Besides, huge stuff is likely to fall apart even if you're on your home turf. Rather than a single huge fish I'd rather cast a big net and get an armful of small ones.

[Not necessarily that McGillis was a small fish- just that Ruggie wasn't putting all of his eggs in one person's basket. He wasn't about to swear fealty to one person or put confidence in one favor. In a situation like this, with so many unknowns, it was a numbers game more than anything else.]

That's the honest truth, take it or leave it~!

I find honesty to be a rather crude currency.

[Although it's not without its uses. Still, there probably isn't much to worry about here; he detects a mischievous streak, to be sure, but nothing overtly harmful. And it's hard to find fault in that perky nature—endearing without bordering on annoying. So far, at least. He suspects that might change, spending too much time around that cheeky grin.

He always expects to be disappointed anyway. That's just the nature of human beings, though in animals...]

Where I'm from, we shake hands after concluding a deal.

[So he presents his hand, innocent as could be. Safe, right?]

Please call me McGillis. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[When it got down to it, everyone here was working on assumptions, promises, and calls of character that they had no proof of. That was part of the expectation of the net strategy, too. He didn't care so much about his purity that he'd feel cheated if one or two amounted to nothing.]

McGillis. [he could be wary of contracts but, probably a handshake was safe. probably.]

[So, he'll take the other's hand with the kind of firm grip needed to reassure a business partner. ... if that was anything like what this was going to be. Was this some formalized friends with benefits right now?]

Ruggie, nice to meet'cha. [his speech is pointedly casual to contrast the formality]

[It's perfectly safe.

...until it isn't, until McGillis hoists his partner up by that hand with an absurd degree of strength. Nice and close.]

My, my. Aren't we adorable from this angle.

[A bit abrupt, but it's nothing like dangerous. Just a lion playing with its food, and wasn't that what hyenas were for? Picking at a much bigger cat until it growls and scowls, although McGillis just smiles instead. Even if it's a touch suggestive. But that's kind of the point, so he doesn't feel guilty... about this or anything else.]

Still sure about our little exchange? Having second thoughts, by chance?

[From first impression, he wouldn't have taken this guy to go for such a gesture. It's a little surprising although he's able to balance himself quickly, on instinct.]

[Yeah, long term this guy might be dangerous. Right now, though?]

Keep praising me like that and you're gonna make me blush...

[Ruggie was confident enough that once would be fine. That playful smirk doesn't leave his lips. Up close McGillis can see the little details of fur on his ears and maybe even notice the short tail behind him.]

The only thought I've got is that I'd probably be even more adorable between your legs.

[Well, all in, double or nothing.]

Suit yourself.

[Deal sealed. And he's in fact so strong, and so brazen, he's going to walk right off with his catch. No need to humiliate him out in the open, even if it's a little shadier out here; behind closed doors was fine, or as close as they'd come in this dump. What a man, though. Surely, that's a lion.]

And just what are you supposed to be, anyway? I can't quite figure that out, so perhaps you'll fill me in.

[Filth, filth everywhere... ah, but that empty apartment looks good. In you go.]

[Well, there's definitely something to be said for a guy who takes control. It made his job easier, at least, and so he'll let himself get swept away. It was also easier to say that he was "letting" it happen rather than actually trying to struggle against it and finding out if he could or couldn't.]

Hm? Never seen a beastman before? Guess there are some places like that.

[or yada yada yada other worlds, it's a bunch of things that are too much to consider right now. Once he secures food, shelter, and resources he can worry about the extradimensional details.]

[Another thing to ponder is what the hell happened to this place. It's a ghost town, a total mess, and still nicer than some places he napped as a kid.]

I'm a hyena. Y'know, like the ones who served the King of Beasts?

Doesn't that just make you a submissive pup?

[Oof. But it's said largely in jest, as opposed to anything insulting. Even if everything out of McGillis' mouth tends to feel that way, even if polite gestures feel a lot meaner than they really are. Even if he's a little rough, tossing his prize into the corner and expecting him to simply cope.]

Have a little pride. Or should I save that for your masters, who you serve so dutifully?

[This was one very, very tall lion. He's making it easy, at least, stripping off his gloves while sizing his food up.]

[There's a brief flash in his eyes. He was the mischievous animal before, wild in a tame and friendly way. For just a moment, though, there was the eyes of a vicious animal. The eyes of someone who would hunt, scavenge, and do whatever was necessary.]

Y'know, for all the big talk, for all people have forgotten it, he couldn't have done it without hyenas.

[he's not swallowing his pride, it's a point of pride. That's what lets his expression mellow back out. His pride couldn't be taken away by anyone's words. For all that talk about being accommodating, there was that power trip waiting to be taken out on anyone. Ruggie'd take it to get what he wanted, to earn a future favor, and to see if those squares had any truth to them.]

And whether I've got a master or not, you made a deal with me.

[The other nice thing about getting between a guy's legs was it minimized the amount of clothes he had to take off. He'll strip off his own fingerless gloves, shoving them in the back pocket of his jeans. The other thing he wanted to keep clean- he takes off the yellow scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.]

Scavengers certainly have their place in the world.

[Filthy animals, pressing their greedy snouts to the dirt, begging for scraps. But if he's disparaging, it doesn't show on his features, refined and restrained despite what they're about to do. He shrugs free of that lofty coat, a crisp shirt beneath, and approaches without hesitation. Looming only for a moment, admiring the pretty creature he's caught.

And then he leans down to tug at a furry ear, like he doesn't know exactly what he's doing.]

But you'll always play second fiddle to a true hunter. Doesn't that bother you, little beast?

[The feel of the fur on his ears is that soft, velvety sensation, rather the the sort of roughness to his demeanor. It stings a little, he doesn't make a big show of it.]

Eh, of course it bothers me.

[There were people in his own society that looked down on hyenas despite the fact they were a key part of the King of Beast's reign. There were plenty of people, though, from outside, who wore crisp shirts and lofty coats, and they'd say any beastman was less than human whether he was a hyena or a lion.]

But, between making a big fuss about it and letting people underestimate me, it's an easy choice.

[Is he being honest, or is he using the exact same trick here?]

[McGillis seems to pick up on that, but doesn't let it show, other than to say:]

Is that what I've done?

[Which could mean anything, though most likely he's playing along, letting Ruggie believe he's fallen under some spell as opposed to waltzing right into the lion's den of his own volition. Or hyena's den, as it were. Actually, didn't the females rule the pack with that species...?

Well, he'll examine that later. Whenever he's not attending to business.]

Don't worry, though. I have every intention of being kind to you.

[And now he comes down, all the way down, and expresses his kindness with a bite to that same ear.]

[It's not his place to answer that. He couldn't be sure exactly where either of them stood in terms of honesty, power, or threat-level. That was all happening on a macroscopic level above the simplicity of the act itself.]

["Every intention of being kind," huh? It sounded like the sort of thing a person capable of being really cruel said.]

Nn- [a soft sound at the bite on his ear.]

Eh, sorry, it's not like they're any more sensitive than a normal ear~. [he says, tone still light.]

[Carefully, his fingers brush against the surface of that expensive-looking fabric. His touch is light, easy to miss, although he's not feeling cheeky and only seeking out access to the other's skin, not his wallet.]

Oh, no... you've foiled my plans already.

[But that tells him more than enough. Actually, it isn't discouraging in the slightest, given how sensitive humans really were. His curiosity simply builds; where did such a creature come from? Did they all look like him, sound like him? All that talk about serving kings has him wondering about savanna royalty. And if he should keep an eye out for more furry ears.

The softer contact betrays that earlier bravado. He's nothing like kind, it didn't take a hyena to sniff that out, but it dulls some of those sharper edges. People could be hurt, and in many ways, but he'd never hurt anyone in this context. So his wallet was safe, but Ruggie was safe too.]

It's alright.

[He rewards initiative by undoing a few buttons, granting access. In return, he nips at the side of his neck, testing sensitivity.]

[It's sort of dawned on Ruggie how he's a bit of a novelty here. That was familiar enough. Savanclaw dorm was full of beastmen but rarely did they get sorted into any other dorm. They were always more likely to know about each other than one of the humans would know about them. Meanwhile, a human wasn't an oddity at all. Maybe when he was younger, but by now they were old news...]

[Individual humans were still fun to get a read on, though. The next hint might be revealed by those buttons. The shape someone was in, whether their skin was smooth or rough, any scars, that sort of thing said a lot with no words at all.]

What, your plan to "make me moan and scream" or somethin' cliche like that? [the neck seems to affect him slightly more than the ear, just due to the proximity of contact required.]

[For as fast as McGillis had been getting them to privacy, he seemed to be taking his time more here. Ruggie was a little surprised. Ah, well, the pace didn't really matter to him. He'd still have plenty of time for this and that later.]

[It was rare that any animal took time to savor their food. But human beings were unique that way—certainly McGillis preferred a slower approach, except when he didn't, except for all those unfortunate subordinates shoved over and under his desk. Alas, no cozy offices to exploit here.

Ruggie's remark proves a bit too on the nose, and it gets a sincere laugh out of him.]

Can't imagine what gave you that impression.

[McGillis runs his tongue along that same spot, breathing hot where he's bitten.]

But no, not like this. Unless you truly are that weak.

[There's a slight pause at the sincere laugh and maybe a tiny curve of Ruggie's own smile. Not that it can really be seen. That was the best part of having someone distracted with his neck.]

"Not like this"? Ah, I get it, I get it, it's on the agenda for later.

[There was something pretty refreshing about how McGillis has called him out immediately. If he was putting on some act of a good samaritan or trying to cater to some specific fetish then he'd have to bite his tongue on those kind of quips. It was more fun this way. He may even be able to spot a brief wag of Ruggie's tail.]

[He'll unbutton the remaining buttons with proficiency, like he's used to it, then his fingertips will brush lower. While the skin on Ruggie's neck is soft, his fingertips are rough and calloused. Each touch is gentle to compensate.]

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