ercookies | TDM 001

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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?

🍆

( 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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( 1 ) bang bang my baby shot me down

[ so. by this point, lance would say he's pretty used to "roughing" it. this is not his first ~ lost in space, trapped in a new world ~ rodeo, after all, though he would say there are definitely way more robots involved this time around... anyway. first thing's first it to try and get in contact with any of the others. they were all clearly separated when they landed (?) here, but so far no scouting or attempts to make use of his new bracelet are working... so he he opts for the old fashioned way.

climbing atop one of the taller abandoned buildings, lance picks out a spot right along the edge of its crumbling roof. in his hand, his bayard transforms into its sniper rifle form, allowing him to peer through the scope and look out over the area. he's just doing a little reconnaissance but it. it definitely looks suspicious... ]

( 3 ) hotline bling

[ okay. so he's no pidge or hunk, but lance figures there can't be too much to this communication device to figure out... it's a bracelet, after all! there's gotta be, what, three parts to it? total? it's fine, it's fine, he'll just futz with it a little and see if he can't get it to work. what's the harm in that? ]

[ messages sent:

are we in space? because you're out of this world

looks like the moon's got competition with the way you shine so bright!

hey are you the sun? because you're the center of my universe

how'd you like to recreate the big bang

boobs ]

... Goddangit!

( 4 — but kind of not really ) you got me on my hands and knees

A "gentler" approach, huh?

[ this is lance, standing just beside one of those beefy guard robots by the hospital's entrance, a hand on his chin as he considers said guard's helpful words. it's a shame they aren't more direct about these things, because lance definitely takes it the Wrong Way, because in the next second he's seeking out another robot to

suddenly drop down to his knees in front of it, supplicant. ]

O great robot thing! Please oh please oh please can you fix my bracelet?

[ . . . ]

Pretty please??

( so, getting "lost" in space again isn't really on keith's agenda. sure, it's not his first time, either, but that doesn't mean he likes this kind of thing happening. in fact, he's honestly getting a little sick of it at this point.

he skulks around trying to figure out where he is, what's going on, who these people are. nothing is really satisfying him, though, and he's just getting more and more agitated. eventually, he starts picking his way through buildings, looking for clues or anything that might help him out. and he's on the roof of one of those buildings looking out over everything when he hears someone coming. ducking behind a broken air unit, he pulls out his knife and waits.

and waits. they aren't leaving, but they don't seem to be looking for him, specifically, so. there's that. he peers around the side to get an eye on where they are and from his vantage point all he can see is a shoulder. unhelpful.

quiet as a church mouse, keith moves around the other side, avoiding any stray debris so he doesn't make a sound. it's just mere seconds later when he gets a full view and nearly drops the knife in his hand. )

Lance?

[ it's quiet up here on the roof, and still for the most part. lance keeps his attention on the images at the end of his reticule, panning from one figure on the ground to the other, trying to look for any familiar figure—

he startles, hearing his name. instantly, he swings his rifle over, aiming the end of it right in between keith's chest, finger slipping down to the trigger and

wait

keith? ]

—Keith!

[ a beat, and then the weapon in his hand disappears with a flash of light. he crosses the short distance between them, looking the other over. ]

Oh man, am I glad to see you.

[ which is definitely a far cry from how he'd last spoken to keith, but. priorities change with the situation, and right now their situation is — well. okay. maybe not as dire as it had been when they were literally floating around in space, but. they were all together then. things didn't seem so bad when it was all of them facing it together. ]

Did you just wake up?

( go ahead, punk. make his day. shoot him and see what happens 😒

obviously, thankfully, lance doesn't and keith's gaze shifts to his hand as the bayard disappears then back up to his face. his head still feels a little fuzzy, like there's some sort of disparity between where he was and where he is and which part is the dream. then again, enough time has passed from that argument until now that keith's allowed some clarity to sink in and y'know, stick around. so, he's really not all that mad anymore.

at least, not at his team. )

What? ( he's putting his knife away and immediately his hand goes up to his hair, almost like a weird reflex. does it look like he's been asleep? ) No. I've been circling around here for a couple hours now.

[ shooting him would only bring them right back to square one, and he'd rather not instigate a fight with the only familiar person he knows when he could actually walk away... so no. get your gun kink done some other day!

lance, in turn, watches keith's hand move through his hair in similar confusion. he's referring to his experience waking up on that slab in the hospital, which he'd assumed everyone had gone through... but he supposes it makes sense keith would think of something else, if he's been up and around for hours compared to lance's, oh, twenty minutes. ]

Oh... Well I did. [ self-consciously, now he's running a hand through his own hair... ] Sort of. Like half an hour ago. I've been trying to find everybody else but so far you're the only one I recognize!

[ he slips in close, suddenly lowering his breath as he stage-whispers to keith: ] Between you and me? This place gives me total creep-vibes. We're definitely one axe murderer away from living out some spooky survival b-movie.

( don't judge him wtf?? that's rude, first of all.

anyway. it's good that he's found lance, because that means, first, that he's not alone. and second, that he has someone he can trust. as long as this is lance and not some weird space vision garbage again. his eyes narrow slightly as he looks at lance, really looks at him. it sure sounds like him — that's something stupid he would say — and it looks like him.

hm.

quick as a snake-strike, keith lifts his hand up and pinches lance's cheek. just checking to make sure he's solid and real. )

[ nah keith ditched them right when they needed him most so he definitely gets to judge, and judge freely! cry about it.

but lance notices the way keith eyes him, sees how those eyes of him narrow, and just as he's about to question the other man about it suddenly his cheek's getting pinched??? ]

Ow!

[ lance rears back, holding a hand up to his now-sore cheek. ]

Man, what the heck??

( okay. so, he's real and solid. that... actually has keith relaxing, his shoulders no longer tense and tight. lance, or some approximation of him, is real. keith can work with that. he exhales a breath he didn't even know he was holding then just sort of sinks down into a squat. lance might not be the happiest to see him, but it settles something deep within keith to know he's not alone.

anyway. )

Just checking you're real.

( he runs a hand over his face and looks at lance again. )

You're right though. There's a lot weird about this place. No one can even say where in space it is.

[ that

actually no that makes sense. lance is a little alarmed he hadn't thought to do it himself first. he contemplates reaching out and returning the favor — i mean, checking himself for keith's realness, but then he quickly nixes the idea when he considers the other's... far more aggressive reactions to things.

so he lowers into a squat too, facing him. ]

If we can find Hunk or Pidge, they can probably reverse program this doohickey — [ he holds up his braceleted wrist ] — and be able to find out all that stuff. Or maybe Allura's familiar with this place! And she can like... do her Altean magic on it. Or something.

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