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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[recordingends]

I don't want to bleed at all.

[That's one of the worst ones on the card, right along with burning and scarring. He doesn't need any more of those and the ones he have are the source of enough angst as it is. His jaw sets.]

I'm glad you find this so amusing, but I don't. It's invasive, for one thing, and just wrong for another.

[Wrong in so many ways: incorrect, upsetting, humiliating.]

[mcvillain]

[His eyes gleam with all the venom of a sake, sharp and intensely focused.]

Then what is it that you want? If it doesn't matter, there's no harm in sharing.

[recordingends]

Nothing! I don't want anything, any of this.

[And there's the key phrase: want. All he can think about is the potential disappointment for anyone - even this vaguely terrifying individual - that might attempt any of this. With him. Some of it is just flat out unappealing; some of it just... it doesn't occur to him to want it. He doesn't need it. He doesn't feel a driving desire to have it in his daily life.

But he's starting to quickly realize that all of that might not matter here.]

Do you even know what these are for?

[mcvillain]

I don't particularly care.

[Vaguely terrifying, and harshly blunt. Less like getting stabbed, more like plunging into icy water, and drowning all the way down. Even so, he remains composed, painfully polite with every word. A man of the military, but also a man of much greater destiny, who knows other men are only good for the value they provide.

Need, want, whatever. He doesn't care about that either, only a means to an end.]

And neither should you. If you have any sort of ambition at all, you'd do whatever you could to leave this place. Otherwise...

[A shrug of broad, broad shoulders.]

You're simply a coward. And less than useless.

[recordingends]

I fail to see how ticking off boxes on a list will get me out of here any faster.

[He's survived the Buried and the Lonely, he will find a way out of this place one way or another. And he won't need a damn bingo card to do it. While the man standing before him has been ever so composed and polite, Jon feels himself losing his temper. This is ridiculous. It's asinine.]

[mcvillain]

[Well, he can be helpful. Maybe. If it means making this runt squirm a little.]

Supposedly, sex equates power. A worthwhile currency, and sufficient to change the world... in the right hands, of course.

[recordingends]

What if someone doesn't particularly want to have sex? What then?

[Jon thinks it's a pointless currency. It doesn't accomplish anything beyond, potentially, mutual satisfaction and possibly procreation, but that's all. Maybe social bonding. But all of those things - save procreation, he supposes - could be accomplished well enough without having to get naked and rub up on each other.]

And whose hands are you suggesting are the right ones?

[mcvillain]

Then you'll rot.

[Ouch.]

Supposedly.

[recordingends]

[Rot. The word roils over in his mind and Jon feels his stomach churn uncomfortably. He can't do anything if he doesn't survive this place.]

What--what are you proposing, exactly?

[mcvillain]

A mutually beneficial exchange.

[McGillis has his limits, however, and seems to ease up—if only a little. Chowing down on virgins was fun, or men who may as well be, but he draws the line at lacking consent. He'll destroy the world, and anyone in his way, but sex was a different matter entirely. The only comfort in a beast's jaws.]

I'll take my leave if you're uninterested. Far be it me to pressure you, but I'll respect your decision either way.

[He just might not respect him as a person, although that was a given.]

[recordingends]

And you think it will accomplish something, if we... engage?

[This is ridiculous. Jon would very much like for the technology he has to actually work, and he wants answers, and if he's going to be held hostage in this place, he's going to have to figure out loopholes eventually.]

I don't suppose there's anything on yours about watching or being watched.

[mcvillain]

[McGillis points out the begging and hands squares.]

These are not overtly sexual requests. Minimal effort, and with nothing to lose.

[As for his own card... well, fair's fair. He brings it up on his device, and shows it to Jon: indeed, an astute guess. There's voyeurism, among with much worse things, like blades, bloodplay, and spanking. The last of which was a bit more vanilla, apparently to balance that whole mess out.

He doesn't look the slightest bit ashamed, either. Not that he ever is.]

[recordingends]

I can watch, [he says after a moment. Something in him is excited by the prospect, even if it’s not the kind of watching that would normally bring him satisfaction. But it’s something he can do.

As far as hands and begging... Jon’s not sure but he thinks some voyuerism could include or cover both.]

[mcvillain]

Indeed. You will be watching me.

[McGillis flashes a pleasant, charming smile. Nothing to lose, right?]

Kneel.

[recordingends]

What? Why?

[Jon takes a step back, slightly concerned that this man will make him do it if he doesn’t obey quickly enough.]

Here?

[mcvillain]

[McGillis doesn't follow, but he doesn't have to. He's a decorated general; his words are arresting enough.]

Didn't I just tell you? All three of those things are possible without sexual contact, so why hesitate?

[recordingends]

[Jon holds up placating hands as he eases to his knees. Obeying. It still doesn’t feel necessary but he’s not really in a good position to argue. His heart thunders in his chest as he lowers his hands.]

[mcvillain]

Much better. Now take it.

[Accordingly, McGillis offers his hand—elegant, refined, with long fingers that fit crisp into his glove. It's a scene reminiscent of a knight swearing fealty to a princess... or a prince, in this case, even if he's pretty enough to fulfill either role. Even if he fancies himself the pure white knight, swooping in to save the day.

He retains that smile, quirked up at its edges, and instructs Jon thus:]

I've no issue sharing my name, but in this context, address me by title: Brigadier General.

[A haughty title, but well-earned. Haughty enough to demand just about anything.]

And you will beg for my favor.

[recordingends]

[Jon frowns, but he takes the elegant hand extended to him and he realizes somewhat belatedly the sort of scene it makes. As if he were a supplicant. His face gets hot and he rather pointedly keeps his eyes on the man's face.]

Please, Brigadier General... sir... I'm--I'm humbly asking for your favor.

[God, he just wants to get through this.]

[mcvillain]

Unconvincing.

[Swing and a miss, little knight.]

Show some sincerity. Make me believe it.

[recordingends]

[He can do this. They just need to get it over with. Tension creeps into his shoulders and Jon tries not to think about the general disappointment he's experienced before. He looks down and tries to summon something sincere.]

Please, [he says again, and it sounds like begging this time. Jon closes his eyes and, without thinking, his fingers tighten their grip.] Please, I need to see.

[mcvillain]

[To see... that seemed a little too intense, writing it off as mere coincidence. He doesn't really have any genuine interest in this man's identity, or his interests, or anything else, but curiosity compels him to ask before he thinks better of it.]

See what?

[That could mean a great deal, or nothing at all. He isn't threatened by the tighter grip; just shifts his fingers to accommodate.]

[recordingends]

You. I need to see you. Please.

[It's vague, but that tone doesn't change. It's easy to channel that feeling, the one he gets when someone's about to make a statement or when he knows he can get something from them. That need to know, to See. This isn't the same, not hardly, but he can still find the feeling.]

[mcvillain]

[So all it took was a bit of nudging to get him in the mood? Not terribly surprising, since that was true of most men, but he was admittedly caught off guard by the veracity of it. That was honest, that was genuine. That he could believe in. So he nods, graciously.]

As you wish.

[He's got one hand free, so he uses it to unclip his heavy coat, undo his collar. He still honors his promise: nothing sexual, just watching. Just playing the part of the voyeur, as he spins their joined hands and leans down to kiss the bridge—followed by a kiss on each of his partner's knuckles, light and barely present.

It isn't sexual, but it's deeply... well, something else. Something like affection, or whatever a monster could summon in its place.]

[recordingends]

[It's what one monster can give another. His fingers twitch as lips brush along each knuckle: the back of his hand was badly burned at some point and it wraps around his palm and fingers. He wants to recoil from the attention if only because he's self-conscious about the scars.

He lifts his gaze, watching as the Brigadier General opens his coat and his collar. He's meant to be watching and so he will. There's a weight to his gaze, to his full attention.]