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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QUESTIONS

[erkumods]

[gottabeshidinme]

1. What would happen if someone tried to, oh say, shock those pesky robots with an electric whip?
Asking for a friend. >>

2. What about the usernames on the communication bracelets? (Sorry if I missed this somewhere!) Is this something characters have to fill in themselves? Will it always be their real names? Or might the robots edit them into something embarrassing, too? Uncle Eggplant wants to know.

Lucas Roarke | OC Shapeshifter | OTA

[theriomorphism]

i: Wrong message?

Food as porn emojis have always just made me hungry.

[Feel free to answer to that one, or perhaps another missent text has been intercepted by one or the other party.]

ii: You want me to go where?

[It was chilly, but he ran a bit warm anyway, though he wasn't dressed to look like he should be all that comfortable. Still, he was, poorly, attempting to direct one of the metal walking automatons to allow him to talk to someone in charge.

All the winking in the world wasn't quite doing the job, however. And at this point, Lucas really just wanted to find out how he'd gotten here, where here was, exactly, and how he could either get away from here or what the layout of the place was entirely.]

Yes, thank you, I'm doing well. But I'd still like to see whoever's in charge. Is anyone in charge?

[Dear stars above, don't tell him that the entire city was run by robots. That didn't bode well for the bodies he'd scented milling about and the sounds of confusion coming from more than just himself.

(Feel free to interrupt his attempts to convince a robot that his programming was faulty, or perhaps distract him?]

iii: Wildcard

[This is the ANYTHING GOES spot. Perhaps it's textual. Perhaps it's just spotting something you like. Or maybe it's trying to find someone that seems to know what they're doing. Or... something a little more hands on? Lucas is default bicurious; only experienced with females but will be expanding his curiosity with males via game mechanics. I'm open to all gender/types, though he'll prefer people of the age of majority himself. Any questions or wanting to discuss, please PM this account. His info is available via his journal, but I'm always available for clarification.]

Catra ♦ She-Ra and the Princesses of Power ♦ S5 spoilers possible

[heterochrocatic]

1. Not here for it

Catra stumbles out of the hospital into the dark, windy that surround the hospital. Of all the things that she has been sure of in her life, she is the most sure that she needs to get out of here. THis isn't her world, this isn;t her fight, this isn't her job no matter what some miserable computer says. She stands in the empty street for a long moment, staring up at the stark white moon and stars, so different from the colorful night sky of Etheria. For a moment, she's tempted to cry, to feel pity for herself after so much had happened.

Instead, she settles on being angry.

"Why is it always me?" Catra stoops, to pick up a loose chunk of the street's asphalt and turns to hurl it as hard as she can against the door of the hospital. And if it just so happens that you're coming out when she does, oops? Hope whoever it is can duck on demand.

2. Blowing up my phone

As Catra's device begins to ping with incoming messages she scowls, then goes a little slack-jawed as she reads the incoming filth. Her cheeks color and then she sends off an angry reply:

if you try to 'ride' me i'm going to claw your eyes out, creep

3. Wildcard!

[ Something else in mind? Did her device send you a weird message on its own? Are the robots nudging you to meet a nice girl? Let's gooo. Also willing to use brackets, so feel free to use either format, I'll match. Also if you don't want Season 5 spoilers, please let me know so I can avoid them! ]

[erkumods]

1. The robots will further malfunction, shocking the whipper back.

2. UNCLE EGGPLANT, PLEASE. You are welcome to give characters hacked, robot-generated names, or names of their choice.

Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives

[recordingends]

1. What?

He doesn't know where he is and he doesn't remember how he got here, but his phone keeps going off and it's driving him absolutely insane. Jon tries to turn it off, but it won't. He resists the urge to throw it because--because what if any of these are from someone he knows? But there are so many.

With decided concentration, Jon attempts to send a text to Martin and another to Melanie. But what he sends isn't what he types, and he has no idea the number he just sent it to.

I find you irresistible.

What?


2. Why?

Jon stares at the card. It's got someone else's name on it, but it's in his inbox. And it's--it looks like a bingo card, but rather than letters and numbers it's filled with sex acts. Does that mean there's a card with his name on it floating around somewhere?

And what does it mean? And how does he get it back?


3. How--?

Nice shirt, it would look better on my floor.

"Oh good God," he sputters out loud. He looks around, clutching his phone like someone else might have seen it. But who sent it? And why? Once he collects himself, he fires a message back:

I would prefer my shirt to stay right where it is, thank you.


Wildcard

[Jon is confused, annoyed, and on edge. He really just wants to find a quiet place to sit and pull himself together. He shouldn't get one. Permissions/opt-out is here. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me!]

[gottabeshidinme]

1. RUDE but well-deserved tbh.

2. Listen, sometimes when your sour grapes are wrathfully tiny, you gotta compensate some other way and upgrade your produce.
Thank you!

mcgillis fareed | iron blooded orphans

[mcvillain]

i. sharing is caring.

[It's cold. It's raw. And McGillis Fareed is, most definitely, not having a good time.

Kidnapping was one thing; interrupting his plans was another, and it's only after a great deal of grumbling that he manages to find shelter in the form of a dilapidated building. Falling apart, just like the man in question, who huddles in the corner and hoards his blanket as if it's his last salvation. And it very well might be.

Should you decide to approach this surly looking individual, he glares daggers and tells you:]

Go get your own.

[Seems somebody never learned to share. But maybe he'll relent if you pester him a bit... or maybe he won't. Snakes do tend to bite when cornered, after all.]

ii. obligatory texting thread.

[Your device beeps with a flurry of messages. None are friendly, arriving rapid fire, one after another.]

Explain yourself.

Why are you soliciting me with sex?

I have no interest in your eggplant.

Revoke it at once.

Or I'll revoke you.

[A case of mistaken identity? Perhaps, but he won't let up until you reply. Enjoy McGillis lighting up your inbox with all the anger of a rampaging beast.]

iii. that's a bingo.

[Well, trying to muscle his way past the bodyguards didn't work. Take a gentler approach, they said. Love your neighbor, they insisted. Which just earns a doubtful sigh from McGillis, who tracks down the nearest "neighbor" to fulfill the task. Because he's got places to be, and worlds to reform, and you happen to be on the menu. He pulls up his card and orders you thus:]

Assist me with this card. So I can get back to business.

[There's a variety of choices, and although McGillis was a pushy man on his best days, he won't force anything on anyone. If you refuse, he'll try to peek at your card instead, solely for the sake of biting commentary. He's also smirking like the biggest and broadest of assholes, just to rub it in.]

How distasteful. You really should be ashamed of something so debased.

[The nerve! The audacity! You're not going to let him get away with that, are you?]

iv. wildcard.

[Hit me with whatever you've got! Happy to workshop any ideas.]

(( Relevant information and permissions, along with an opt-out for sensitive content. Feel free to pick anything off my "yes" or "maybe" list for the kink prompts; I love to chat and I'm happy to plot this out too. M/M only for smut, but open to all for everything else! Bring me your men, your women, and everything in between. ))

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[heterochrocatic]

What the hell? This is just another strange message. Catra knows she should ignore it, really. And yet, the bubbling anger and resentment demand an outlet and so:

i don't want your gross shirt you weirdo

i

[falsified]

Food as what now? What are you talking about?

[recordingends]

you texted me!

He ought not engage, he knows that. He should just ignore it and move on but there is something sticking in him to make that point very clear, at least.

gwen stacy . marvel comics ( crau optional )

[gwenzelle]

1. choose your own adventure

[ weeeeelllp. this is new.

gwen's been dropped into random universes before, intentionally and unintentionally, but this is definitely a new one. and it's definitely got venom's attention, but it's more focused on trying to figure out where to find snacks than anything else. gwen on the other hand is more distracted by the fact that this place is kind of a wasteland, and after three attempts, it's obvious her portal charm isn't working right either. but they did mention that the tech here can act up a little sometimes. maybe it's the same for tech she brought from home. which, y'know, sucks. but if this city needs help rebuilding, she's at least going to have a look around to see what she can do while she's stuck here.

focus on what she can do, not what she can't do. be proactive, not reactive. right. peter would definitely be proud of her for keeping her cool right now. ohyeah. so cool.

after wandering around for a while, she eventually picks a building to head into, getting right to webbing certain parts of the structure that look a little wobbly or dangerous. it's not a permanent fix, but it'll hold up for a few days, at least. thanks, venom. when she picks a spot to perch up on the roof, it's partly just to take a break, but also so she can people-watch.

okay, more like robot-watch.

the ai seem friendly enough, just judging by how they're interacting with the people below, but there are way too many questions rattling through her brain to just trust any part of this, including the helpers. she's not exactly being subtle about her time spent watching everything going on either, sitting on the ledge of the building like a curious, blonde gargoyle, and even taking advantage of her sticky feet and walking along the side of the building if she's following a particularly suspicious ai - so if someone were to notice her she doesn't exactly look unapproachable. she might even smile and wave to anybody who happens to look up.

or maybe you're in the building she's sitting on top of, and part of the structure starts to fall apart. a faulty staircase? a hole in the floor? either way, if something goes wrong, gwen will be there quick to catch you with a web or in her arms if she can get there fast enough - thanks spider-sense! ]

2. and bingo was his name-o

[ there's a ping on your device, and surprise! it's gwen's bingo card. which includes: dirty talk, endurance, flexibility, messy, orgasm control, and oral fixation/sex or basically anything on her kink list. duplicity crau will handle this mishap with some grace, but full canon gwen's going to be confused. and mortified. mostly mortified. ]

3. is that a mirror in your pocket? ( tfln style - pick one! )
un: gwenzelle

( 1 ) just call me kirby, because i'm taking you to dreamland.

( 2 ) damn! you must have been a taser in another life, because you are stunning!

( 3 ) i'm not photographer, but i can definitely picture us together.

[ ooc; definitely up for duplicity crau, just let me know in the subject! i'm also up for wildcard shenanigans - if you want your character to land themselves in some kind of trouble and need a spidey to help bail them out, gwen can be there. or if you want to try a different kind of texting prompt, i'll basically roll with anything you toss my way. i'm also up for text threads moving to action, if that's where it goes. pm me if you'd like to make plans first. ]

[theriomorphism]

I take it you're not familiar with what 🍆🍑💦 translates to?

Omi Fushimi | A3! | OTA

[housewolf]

I.

[He's yet to see anybody from home on this island, but honestly why would he expect them? He hovers right outside of the hospital, waiting, waiting. Wondering if somebody's about to show up with better answers than he's been given.

So there's this six foot something man, watching the door and occasionally trying to deal with his device constantly ringing.]

II.

10/10 would ride into the sunset.
Come here so I can cover you in bite marks.
The only sport I play is sucking dick.
Sleep on my tits.

[Why on earth is he getting this stuff?

And he's sending it out too?!]

[tricksterious]

Are the bracelets removable?

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[beloveddaughter]

Good thing E'dolha's got them archer reflexes to dart out of the way, though if this is how she's being greeted in this place then maybe she should've stayed indoors for a little while longer. She looks the person who threw the rock up and down—another cat person with different-colored eyes. Well, maybe that's just what this place is like. Straightening the collar of her shirt, she takes a few steps further out into this new world.

"Rough awakening, dear?" she asks smoothly, trying not to let it show just how badly the dodge had surprised her. "There's better ways to get your anger out. Have you tried punching bags?" And her hand goes up into her hair to brush out a stray pebble.

[falsified]

I'd like to go back to forgetting.

Melfina | Outlaw Star

[oftheleyline]

01 - Beep Beep Distraction

[The obvious questions include such things as 'where am I' and 'how did I get here' and 'where are the others'. (Followed by and closely interwoven with 'are they here, too'.) They linger at the forefront of her mind as she steps along carefully after being rushed along.

A place to stay.
...A place to stay?

She's not exactly used to making these kinds of decisions herself. With a transparently inquisitive stare, she's taking in the sights and sounds. She probably can't be too picky. Good thing she's had some exposure to a simpler lifestyle, considering 'making it big' isn't exactly something that happens every day.

(Or ever when it comes to brash people, it seems.)

The moment her device begins to go off, however, it comes in a whole slew or orchestral one-note accompaniment. Maybe it's that she walks into you. Maybe it's just a collision of shoulders. Regardless, that's what she gets for not keeping her eyes ahead of herself.]

Oh...! Sorry. I didn't mean to.

[Walk into you, she means.]

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02 - Wrong Number, Who This

[...Wait. What's the eggplant for? Melfina is way too innocent for most of these kinds of messages, but she's almost certain Gene would be able to translate.

...Maybe Gene's the one who sent them. She can't tell because she can't even identify the sender. Senders?]

I don't think I want to put eggplant in my stew. I was thinking maybe zucchini instead?

[That absolutely doesn't make it any better.]

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03 - Wildcard

[What it says on the tin. Misfired text messages, something else to do with erroneous device features. I'm quite happy to hash something out.]

[heterochrocatic]

uh no, you sent me this weird shirt message.

[theriomorphism]

And now I want a peach. Or eggplant parmesan.

[falsified]

Have you seem either of those around?
I wouldn't mind a peach.

[erkumods]

Yes. However, characters will lose its automatic translation feature and be unable to understand people who don't speak the same language until they put it back on.

[heterochrocatic]

Catra's hands clench tightly and she feels her own claws dig at skin and fur for a moment before she forces herself to relax. She glares at E'dolha for a long moment, her face set in an sharp, angry expression that might as well be carved from stone.

"I'm not supposed to be here," she says finally, her teeth grating together. She hates this, feels the weight of emotion settling in her chest. She doesn't even have Melog here.

Weird to think how important they had become to her in such a short time.

[theriomorphism]

Have you tried talking to the bots about that? Not sure what our supply system is like here.

ii | un: nc

[cappelli]

[ what—

what the hell is this person talking about? ]

i never solicited you
i don't even know who you are

you can keep the eggplant [ because wth??? ]