TDM 001

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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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Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[perfectlycivil]

One: Misfires

1. u up?

2. i guess you're okay

3. shhh embrace your inner whore. just embrace it.

4. text him


Two: Fuck

Ronan fucking hates hospitals and he's still trying to shake off the weird feeling he got from waking up in one with no memory of how he got there. At least this time he's in one piece, as far as he can tell. He fiddles with the bracelet thing they put on him, laying over the leather bands wrapped around his wrist already.

If he's dreaming, he can't control it. If he isn't dreaming... he doesn't know what his options are. What the fuck.

He's standing and looking at some of the buildings like he could murder them when someone bumps into him.

"Hey, fucking watch it."

Little does Ronan know that there's a card popping into people's inboxes. A card with his name on it.


Three: Answers

Ronan lifts an eyebrow, utterly unamused when his phone starts blowing up with some salacious offers. He rolls his eyes and ignores them for a while, but eventually he starts scrolling through them.

1. fuck the horse you rode in on, i'm not interested.

2. this user can fuck off

3. 🔪🔪🔪


Four

[Wildcard! M/M only for smut but anyone's welcome to try.]

1, 2 misfires

[automatized]

What lead to that conclusion?

[perfectlycivil]

the medicore selfie that didn't include a face

[automatized]

Apologies.

[ he’ll send a better selfie. it looks like this. ]

[perfectlycivil]

nice helmet
or is that your face
i have questions

[automatized]

I’m shy.

[ he’s not, but he’ll just avoid that question!! ]

[perfectlycivil]

[seems legit.]

sounds like that's gonna be a bummer in a place like this

[automatized]

I’ll make do. It’s not that much of an inconvenience.

If you have other questions, I can answer them.

[perfectlycivil]

you ever take it off?

Misfire 3... this is going to go badly.

[mcvillain]

Excuse me?

[Don't be busting out those slurs, son. Some of us might get offended.]

Run that by me again.

So I might embrace my fingers around your neck.

[perfectlycivil]

kinky

you're the one that sent a garden of eggplants man

[mcvillain]

Indeed. And I have been ardently attempting to return them.

...are you alluding to erotic asphyxia?

Disgusting.

Wash yourself clean before replying again.

Or better yet, don't reply at all.

[perfectlycivil]

bet i've been to confession more recently than you
absolved and everything

you're the one sending a bunch of dicks man don't kinkshame

[mcvillain]

I'm not k

[...alright, you know what, he has a fair point, so McGillis actually backtracks.]

What you enjoy, intimately speaking, is your business.

But you should exercise more care in sending these messages.

You might run into trouble. And you might not enjoy that.

[perfectlycivil]

you have no idea what i'd enjoy

[Trouble is at the top of the list. Wanna fight about it?]

[mcvillain]

Try me.

[Things that are asking for trouble: this conversation.]

[perfectlycivil]

name the place and time

[Asking for trouble? Always.]

[wickedlyable]

damn bitch guess I'm not interested either

who the fuck are you

[perfectlycivil]

ronan who the fuck are you

[wickedlyable]

someone you don't fucking know so calm. down. you've got the wrong number.

[perfectlycivil]

hey ur the one busting into my DMs

wait

did i text you

[This is why he never texts anyone.]

[wickedlyable]

hate to break it to you, but you texted me first, sunshine. i don't make a habit of busting into anyone's DMs.

[perfectlycivil]

[with a frustrated scowl, he sends a screencap: his messages start with her text]

fuck this place with a brick
sideways
i don't text people

[wickedlyable]

yeah, me neither.

judging by the number of weirdly horny texts i'm getting, something's up with these phones

which isn't surprising.

2

[shoobeedoo]

Even with all his skills, Henry can't make the fucking device stop sending and receiving weird texts. He's mostly been ignoring them in favor of actually trying to figure out what the hell is going on. One minute you're on a road trip with your friends and the next you're somewhere weird - which is surprisingly? Not as weird for Henry as it could be. The problem is that this time, he doesn't know what he's been kidnapped for.

The latest text to his device catches his eye, though, because he recognizes the name attached to the card. Quickly, Henry flicks through the device to reply:

hey baby met any dead kings lately?

It's intended to look like one of the misfired texts flying around, because if this isn't the Ronan he knows then it'll just get brushed off. Maybe he's just really bad at flirting and thinks that's a good pick-up line! Maybe that.

How common of a name is "Ronan Lynch" anyway? Hell, he's been so concerned with trying to figure out what the fuck is going on that it hadn't even occurred to him to look for anyone he knew until this landed in his inbox.