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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 |
Rey | Star Wars | ota
1. I think I’d just get chilly.
2. Are there speeders around here? I’d take a drive.
3. Oh... thank you?
4. Up where? Do you need help?
5. I don’t recognize that vegetable. What’s it taste like?
2. Misfires
Is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you happy to see me?
[ After sending a few responses to the rogue messages, Rey recognizes the characteristic ping of a delivered message. Odd, but maybe it got jostled on her wrist. She pauses and flicks open the messaging app and is mortified to see what she sent. ]
Oh gross-- In what universe would anyone think that’s smooth anyway.
[ And after a beat. ]
You don’t have a lightsaber do you?
[ Just making sure. ]
3. Let's Explore
[ Rey’s a scavenger. She’s adaptable and equipped with a keen survival sense. And while this isn’t the first time she’s been plucked out of a familiar life and thrust into something new and thrust into a totally unfamiliar role. Although, there’s something to be said for being aware and (mostly) conscious for that transition that was sorely lacking here. It unnerves her.
But being outwardly scared doesn’t get you far in the dog-eat-dog desert world, and she doesn’t think it’s going to do her much good here either. It’s second nature to squash it down and buck up anyway, so she puts on her brave face and sets out to explore on her own.
The buildings are rundown seemingly picked over, but Rey’s got an eye for garbage. It doesn’t take her long to start collecting bits and pieces of tech that looks totally annihilated and unsalvageable. If it’s even remotely shiny or a piece of wire longer than an inch or two she’s picking it up.
Inevitably, her arms are soon full of stuff, and she probably looks a little bit insane walking down the street with the trash other people passed up as worthless. She’s starting to drop things, though, so this isn’t a great long term solution until her eyes catch something that could be useful. ]
Hey-- Is that a tarp under that pile of bricks? Think you can pull it out for me?
[ They could go tumbling with a trick of the Force but she’s not quite sure she’s ready to show her hand to a stranger in this place. ]
4. Wildcard.
[ Something different? Feel free to pm or private plurk colster. You can also assume 'Rey' just sent any of the sample bingo cards. For any Star Wars folks, I haven't decided on a TLJ or TROS canon point but I'm leaning towards TLJ. ]
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But the girl looks like she's trying to be industrious and do things for herself, and he can appreciate that. A little help never hurt anything, so at the request, he hops over to shift a bit of the bricks to the side, giving it a slow but steady tug. He's stronger than he looks, so he doesn't want to yank too hard and risk tearing, but a slow, steady, increasing pressure should help slide it out.]
Not at all. Mind if I ask what you have planned for it?
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[ She hefts her finds onto the tarp and brushes off her hands before standing up straight and nodding at her finds. It's a good start. ]
You never know when it might be useful.
[ In other words, no. No plan. Just potentially a hoarder. There's a beat when her wrist beeps and -- ugh, it's some response to a message she definitely did not send. ]
Although maybe I can figure out how to fix this.
[ She taps at her wrist, annoyed, dismissing the message alert. ]
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I take it you've gone through some sort of survivalism training?
[He looked at the irritation on her face from the beep, biting his cheek to keep the grin off his face from her reply. Tarp folded, he stopped in front of her and held it out.]
Not quite sure it can be 'fixed'. You could always just reply with something equally ridiculous.
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[ She huffs a quiet laugh as she takes the tarp. A bit of training might have been a luxury. ]
It's just incessant and annoying. Plus reliable communications seems pretty vital to me. Not to mention I don't even know what half of these things are...
[ This time it's a bingo card that pops up, some of which makes her ears go a bit pink. She can figure it out from context but some of these terms seem so obscure and specific. ]
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He leans over as if to try to read what made her react like that.]
I'm quite certain that nine out of the ten things I've had blipped to me have been incredibly perverse or forward. I'd assume it goes along with the fact the robots I've come across keep winking and telling me to go find a friend. I can, however, understand and appreciate that it's not quite the time and place when you're trying to find your feet. Do you need help with anything?
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Never sent that first message, by the way. I think I was given faulty tech.
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Anyway.
That seems to be a common problem. These communication devices don't seem to be very reliable.
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Yours too? You'd think they'd at least give us decent equipment after kidnapping us.
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What are you used to working with?
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But why not? They're clearly malfunctioning.
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Could you build a ship out of here?
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bingo card option?
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2. Obviously I can gather from context what it's supposed to be related to, but I might need more details.
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it's good to have someone else I can count on
are you sure you want them, given the context?
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I'll be honest.
This is not an arena I have a wealth of experience in.
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yeah, I know
I mean, I figured
I can explain it, if you really want to know
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You seem pretty calm about this whole thing.
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[Cautious still, Eskel slides just into view from the alleyway he'd been in. Someone less perceptive might've pass him over. Not this someone, though.]
[At the request, he looks to the bricks and tarp, then back to Rey. She doesn't seem put off by his appearance, or the fact that he's a witcher - though she may just be too distracted. Regardless, what else is he going to do right now, anyway? So he nods once before fulfilling her plea.]
[The bricks are soon moved, an easy task for him. He approaches with the tarp in hand, eyeing the pile of stuff Rey is carrying.]
Don't think you have room for anything else.
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[ Obviously. She dumps her haul on the ground and lays out the tarp so she can toss all of her garbage into the center. She clearly intends to gather edges so she can carry her loot around like a glorified bag lady. With any luck she might find a shopping cart, but for now, hoisting it over her shoulder will have to do.
Once it's all in the center she'll stand up straight and finally looks over at the stranger. She offers him a friendly smile and a nod. If his appearance or size bothers her, it doesn't cross her face. ]
Thanks for that. This'll be a lot easier to carry around.
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[And he means that. Eskel is observant enough to notice that Rey seems to know what she's doing. Perhaps she even knows what all this unfamiliar machinery is for.]
[He nods his "you're welcome".] Got a plan in mind for all of this...stuff?
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[ Even if most (read: almost everything) Rey has picked up is actually closer to garbage by all reasonable standards. ]
But I figure there's droids around-- [ Some people are calling them robots but they are clearly droids! Weird perverted ones at that, but still... ] --so I figure there's gotta be something good to work with.
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[Eskel then looks to Rey's big sack of scrap, wondering if she's hauling a bag full of people parts.]
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Yeah. They're a little different than the ones I'm used to from home, but they seem close enough. They don't have those where you're from?
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