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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[Now this picture looks familiar. Eerily familiar, with eerie being the operative word. Were he from some other version of the world, where time had moved on at a prettier pace, Jaskier might have called the sight that greets him a little bit uncanny valley.

But that term's a world and a way off, so let's just call it the mindfuck it is.

Two swords. White hair and eyes like a big cat slipped from its cage. A wolf at his throat, if not the pendant Jaskier knows well.

What the fuck, what the actual fuck.

And yet, Jaskier greets him with a smile, strolling over to set one foot on the edge of the stool and peer at the curious little device he's prodding at. He's been given one of his own that, for now, he's choosing to ignore.]

I've been considering a long drop into deep water. If I try it, shall I let you know how it goes?

[decoctions]

[ Suffice to say that Geralt has seen a lot of weird shit. This shit today is pretty high up there. Near the top even, which is saying something.

But Jaskier throws him. Really throws him. When you've known someone a long time--more than twenty years, at this point--certain things about them just stick, distinctive and unique to the person in question. The way they talk or move or presumptuously insert themselves into your life, for instance. Appearance can change easily; personality and mannerisms not so much.

Geralt is certain that Jaskier is the very same troubadour he knows. How can he be so sure? Because if the witcher trusts anything here, it's his own senses. And he smells exactly the same.

Which makes it especially fucking weird to see his friend so fresh-faced. Literally. He doesn't know that face, even if he knows the man beneath it. The how and why of it are beyond him. His medallion doesn't react at all, which means it isn't magic or an illusion of any kind. His feline eyes narrow and his shoulders tense beneath his dark armor, but if Jaskier is going to be nonchalant about it, he can be too. ]

Wouldn't mind trying that myself.

[ His voice is its usual gravelly rumble, with no inflection to betray his confusion. ]