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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... 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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Sure, we'll say that I was. This is impossible, how--?
[He wants to understand how this whole thing works. How could what they just did bring life back to the patch of earth they're standing on? Why?]
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You may call me McGillis, by the way. McGillis Fareed, Brigadier General of Gjallarhorn. And you are...?
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[He's certain no one has given him a flower before, but he takes it because it would be rude to just refuse. Though he's not sure if he should be reading anything into it after what... just happened. Judging by McGillis's manner, he thinks perhaps not.]
Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, [he adds, since they're giving titles, apparently.]
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An archivist, you say? Books are surely something to treasure. Worthy of study, and safekeeping, though others might claim they've dwindled in value.
[Clearly not McGillis, however, and despite all those questionable statements, he seems genuine in his praise of a dying art. If restrained, if reserved. If controlled, able to turn himself on and off at the drop of a hat. And other people, as well, but that's true of most politicians.]
Perhaps you might grow yourself a library, as opposed to a plant. Although I suspect that will require a great deal more of you.
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[Worth study and safekeeping. He wouldn't call it a dying art, though perhaps an undervalued one. Maybe less an art and more of a--determined vocation, in his regard.
He considers the possibility of growing a library here, maybe not the way they'd grown the rose but... He'll need it eventually, he knows that. And if he can get people to submit statements, that might ease his troubles for a while. Not a satisfying meal, but a sustaining one.]
You know, I just might. Perhaps not... like this... but I might look into it all the same.
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[It's not entirely mocking, but once again, he's back to that questioning. commanding mood. He's swift in dressing himself, already straightening the collar of his coat and dusting himself off within seconds. A pointless endeavor, considering he looks immaculate. As if nothing had taken place, or would take place between them.
And he's also back to that sickle sharp smile, and staring down Jon intensely.]
Such a strange man you are. Is it a matter of lacking gumption? It couldn't have been disgust.
[He would've known. And speaking of things he knows...]
After all, I could practically smell the excitement on you.
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I guess I've just never been interested in... that kind of thing. I can't help what my body does.
[He would if he could. Even masturbation sometimes feels like a chore, something to do so that his body will stop bothering him, or something for a moment of stress relief that never lasts long enough. It's always been perfunctory. And that's with himself, never mind other people.
Still, the idea of someone smelling his excitement is more than a little disconcerting.]
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[So to speak. But he's been overwhelmed enough for one day, and much as he'd love to push him over the edge, there's no need to break something—someone—when they could prove useful later on down the road. So McGillis nearly sweeps past, but not before resting a hand on Jon's shoulder.]
Why don't you come find me again, once you find your bravery? For now, I think you could do with a bit of quality time... alone.
[Yeesh. Maybe he really could smell it, along with sensing it.]
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I'll keep that in mind, [he grumbles. He's never been a brave man. Just a stubborn one.]
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[He draws in, too close, drops his voice to a murmur. It's easy to take advantage of proximity when you're a walking skyscraper.]
I've already had a taste of you. So whatever you do, or don't do, I'll be back for more.
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Get it together.]
Noted, [he manages at last, hoping he sounds more firm than he feels.]