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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[omnisciens]

Well, we're not strangers anymore, now are we? [ sure, they don't know one another well, but there's plenty of time for that, isn't there?

the question makes him pause, hands curling loosely over the back of a chair, tentacle sliding down the other man's wrist before slipping away. it drifts lazily in the air with the other two, one tugging at the hem of his skirt. ]

No, not here. [ his tattoos shiver over his forearms, eyes blinking open and shutting, and cecil shifts. ] .. It's probably a good idea to figure out how this system works sooner than later, isn't it? [ the.. sex-for-survival thing, if that's what it is. ]

[conjobs]

[There's so much they don't know about each other, John would have protested, but sometimes he thinks that's for the better.]

Take your time with it mate. [This city probably didn't get to this state in a day. It's unreasonable to expect everyone to be able to fix it overnight.]

...if it's food you're worried about I could help you out. [A well-meaning offer with a casual shrug and a sniffle. Let's just say he's put out for a lot less.]

[omnisciens]

That's not-- [ his face feels warm again, but he steps around the chair once more, stepping closer and reaching up to touch curious fingertips to the other man's jaw. ]

I can't live on someone else's charity, that's not me. [ carlos would hate for him to live that way here even if cecil could do it. he's made his own way in life.. all his life, as far as he knows. other than the prophecy bit, of course. ] My husband would be practical once he got over the surprise.

[ carlos is a scientist. at the very least, he'd be interested in studying how one uses sex to restore a world.

he clears his throat, feeling--and probably looking--flustered. ] I don't know about, umm.. everything, but.. if you're interested, we could start with a kiss and see what happens?

[conjobs]

[Oh, that's- John wasn't expecting that. He's getting a bit of mixed signals between the touching and the reluctance, not accustomed to this nebulous halfway space in between blokes who either assert their masculinity in a certain way and those who practically can't keep their hands off if they're interested.]

It's not charity, but, you know. Wouldn't say no if you wanted to cook for me. [Let's just say his culinary skills are a little on the limited side.

John slides his hand up half the length of Cecil's back, half expecting to feel extra appendages in the way while he tries to soothe and reassure him, get him to relax. When he reaches the back of his neck he gently pulls him in a little closer. Constantine's voice drops half an octave and several decibels, until it's a whisper between their lips.]

Tell me you don't like it, and we'll not. [He brushes his thumb over the nape of Cecil's neck, a few soft strokes before he tilts his head and closes the distance between them, just testing the waters first with a chaste brush of slightly chapped lips and his other hand tentatively resting on his waist.]