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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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I don't think I want it! Why didn't they just gift you a sweater instead, that seems a lot more—
[Sensing victory, the dildo bounces into her lap, dodges her panicked attempt to swat it away, and flops triumphantly into her mouth.]
Mmphf—!!
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[... anyways, the dildo is definitely pleased (if a dildo with no identifying features can look pleased?) to have founds itself a comfy hole. It's going to do what it was designed to do one way or another.]
Ah, I think a sweater would be better, too! I'm used to a much warmer place, yanno?
[... it is perhaps a bit mean, for Ruggie to just continue the conversation while Lys struggles. From his perspective, though, it's only going for the mouth. It's definitely humiliating but he doesn't feel the need to come to her aid.]
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Time to lay here and focus on doing that for the moment, maybe, rather than make any sudden moves that might spook the dildo into burrowing any deeper. If that happened, she really might die! And that would just be messy and awkward, even if she didn't have a witness currently taking this whole thing entirely too much in stride.
She shoots him a look that, surprisingly, isn't so much annoyed as exasperated. Because, really? He's still unfazed by this?? What kind of "warmer place" is he from?!]
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[............ and, like, kind of impressive, honestly.]
Alright~ [and with a small "hup" he drops down from the windowsill and lands heavily on his feet. He doesn't approach yet, not sure how skittish the rogue dildo will be.]
Now, make sure it doesn't get away for me! You know what to do when someone puts something uninvited in your mouth, right?
[his lips curve back in a wide grin, pointed canines flashing.]
Bite it!
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[Noises like that are about all she can manage right now, her throat working as she swallows helplessly. Which the dildo seems to like a little too much, twitching rhythmically just like the real thing. All the more so when her tongue strokes the technicolor underside, if in a clumsily exploratory sort of way rather than anything close to sensual.
Eyes widening, she shakes her head, gesturing at the toy stuffed so deeply in her mouth.]
Mmphhh!
[What if biting it makes everything worse??]
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Oh? What, you'd rather I not try to get rid of it? I'm not coming near it unless I'm sure it won't go for me.
[And, yep, even though he'd come down from the windowsill, he'll just stand at a distance. If he really needed to, he could make her bite, but there was no point in going right for that option. Plus, he'd have to break the control to actually walk over and get a grip on the wriggling thing.]
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[Of course she wants to get rid of it! But biting down might just make the stupid thing angry......but, ugh, he has a point. Expecting him to put himself at risk was probably selfish or something.
There's a long moment where she doesn't move, enduring the feeling of being filled almost to the point of choking without struggle or comment, reflexively swallowing a few more times. Then, huffing out a sigh through her nose, Lys slowly opens her mouth a little wider, then snaps it shut again. Her teeth aren't sharp and pointed like Ruggie's—not in this form, anyway—but they're strong and well-kept, biting down with punishing force.]
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[Ruggie watches, his playful expression settling down as he waits for her to make her decision. His lips do curl up a little when she bites, though.]
Great work. [It could easily sound sarcastic but it's said gently.]
[Ruggie will head over once the thing is firmly bitten down on. He pulls a strange-looking pen with a golden jewel on the top from his pocket. When he's close enough, he kneels down and gets his fingers around the base of the dildo (fingertips brushing against her lips as he does so).]
On the count of three, let go, got it? One... two... three!