TDM 002

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TDM 002: IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO

( 1 ) Around mid-morning, a message from the Augur appears on bracelets all across the city. "New organisms discovered. Domestication in progress." The wark of a chocobo rises up from the outskirts of the city. Several more join in, forming a charming chorus. And, strangely, this is when new arrivals begin to show up. Beamed in one at a time, scanned en masse, they are processed just as the first wave was. There's one major difference: whereas the old guard was given their bracelets and ushered into the City, the new folks are also given... collars. Buckled, snapped, or otherwise fastened around their necks, a variety of colorful collars with some rather unusual novelty pet tags. (These are just a few suggestions. The typical “If found, please return to ____” is also very much acceptable.) "You are new organisms. Domestication in progress. Compatible Eros energy will complete domestication." No matter how hard they try, characters cannot take the collars off by themselves. They need a partner's help - but not just anyone will do. It very well might be the first person they find, or it might take several tries. The robots grow bolder as the day grows on, targeting characters who aren't new, as well. "Y̶o̶u̴ ̸a̷r̸e̷ ̵o̵r̵g̶a̴n̷i̷s̶m̸s̶.̶ ̶D̷o̶m̴e̴s̶t̶i̶c̵a̸t̶i̸o̴n̸ ̷i̵n̸ ̴p̸r̶o̵g̷r̵e̷s̵s̷." Their antics die down by nightfall, but for the next day or two, the occasional malfunctioning 'bot may accost someone in the street, so stay on your toes! ( 2 ) An abandoned racetrack lights up the night. That's right: place your bets, folks, because these birds are about to run around a track while robots sell synthetic, overpriced aphro-popcorn. ...Did you say priced? That’s right! If you participated in the orgy earlier this month, you'll find you have a stash of credits accessible in your app. You've fucked money back into the world, so why not waste it? (Opportunities to earn credits will come up periodically and won't always be sexual in nature, so don't worry if your character wouldn't have any yet.) And if you don't have credits to bet with, why not get creative? ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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Bruno Bucciarati | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

[libeccio]

(1) Nearly Headless Nick

[ He has observed how others have struggled to remove the collar. There are no clasps, no locks, just a gaudy tag that in his case read "let me lick you all over." What a joke.

Fortunately, he has the right ability to deal with this. Just watch him. He puts his palms under his chin, jimmies it a little, pushes up and you can see his head detach from his neck! But not completely, it just opens this weird void between his chin and his neck. Perhaps someone with psychic or magic abilities could see how it zipped up with a golden zipper. He pushes harder. Why isn't this working?

Normally he'd have his head off at this point, but now he's just a man, standing in front of another person, awkwardly beheaded. ]

This is embarrassing. Could you turn around for a bit? [ Let him zip himself back with dignity. ]

(2) Gambling gangsters

[ Alright, this is more his speed. Maybe not the giant chickens, but the gambling. He knows gambling. He's handled bets, skimmed a little off the top, settled disputes for the mob. Earned enough money and status to buy the designer suit he's wearing.

As he watches the race, he's starting to think that this operates a lot like normal horse racing, but he can't tell for sure. He needs some money to bet. Preferably not his. ]

Hey, can I borrow some money? I promise I'll make it worthwhile. [ He makes zero guarantees of winning this bet. ]

(3) wildcard

[ Throw a starter, get a reply. You can PM me or hit me up on discord (Aia#9124) if you need me. ]

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[apodictic]

[ angelo is looking at him in disgust and a bit of curiosity. ]

I mean, certainly, but what are you doing? You're a mess.

[libeccio]

[ What's disgusting about this? Ok, maybe Bruno's desensitized from being in a gang in the early age. He zips his head back to its rightful place in a jiffy. ]

I was trying to get my collar off. It's silly.

[ It clashes with his designer suit. ]

[apodictic]

[ well the man's obviously not dead, but ... ]

Obviously.

Is this normal for you? [ a pause. ] You're just .... fully capable of removing your head when you please?

[libeccio]

Not for too long, I'll die. [ He smiles, like it's the most normal thing in the world. ]

Have you figured out a way how to remove these collars? I could use some help.

[ Tell him who to lick and where, he'll do it. It's not a big deal for him, unfortunately. He's done worse for far less. ]

[apodictic]

I should hope so. But what else is that power good for? Other than dismembering yourself?

[ angelo has his own collar. it says, if found, please don't return. ]

I haven't figured out the collars, no. As mine isn't indecent, if the solution proves to be having sexual encounters, I can stave it off for as long as it's prudent.

[libeccio]

It has its uses. [ Not to seem vulgar, but he zips a small hole on his palm and sticks his finger in the void, takes it out and sticks it in again. Not to give too much away, but it's good for intimidation. ]

So all I have to do is do what the collar says...

[ He looks at the man, reads his collar, sizes him up. He sticks his tongue out tentatively, touching his bottom lip breifly. Licking him won't seem too bad. He's licked complete strangers, boots, toilets... yes, he could lick this man if it means getting this collar off. ]

[apodictic]

[ oh wow. very interesting. far from being intimidated, angelo comes a bit closer to observe it with mild disgust. it's pretty amazing how he can just do that.

and then he starts looking at him like raw meat and angelo raises an eyebrow. ]

What.

Use your words. I won't suffer poor behaviour without warning.

[libeccio]

[ Raw meat is an upgrade from gutter trash. It has been a while since someone looked at him that way, having clawed himself up the ranks, but he remembers. If anything, this treatment is amusing. ]

Let me lick you.

[ He says with absolutely no shame. ]

[apodictic]

[ angelo isn't really the type to grant such favours. especially from someone who doesn't even fit his preferences. his face shows exactly what he thinks of that. ]

No.

To begin with, you are not blond. [ ah. ] You're not putting your tongue anywhere near me.

[libeccio]

What does that have to do with anything?

[ That is one of the most oddly specific reasons to deny him. ]

Are you in love with a blonde? Is it a fetish?

[apodictic]

[ yes. ]

It's a preference.

It won't work otherwise. And I'm not letting you try.

[ angelo crosses his arms over his chest. ]

[libeccio]

[ He raises his hands and shakes his head. ]

Alright, alright.

[ He's not going to judge his blonde fetish preference. ]

Do you want help finding blondes?

[apodictic]

... you don't mind?

[ a pause. ] It's not exactly the most exciting of activities for you.

[ after all, this is only important to angelo. ]

[libeccio]

As long as you don't mind if I leave if I find someone willing to help me out with my collar along the way.

[ It has the advantage of having another set of eyes with him as he surveys their surroundings. His own points of view might be a bit biased. ]

[apodictic]

Oh, obviously. I'm not getting in the way of your priorities.

[ priorities meaning the card and the act of filling it. angelo is ... very detached about the whole process, viewing it as a goal in a to-do list at most, especially if all his personal requirements are fulfilled. ]

What is your name?

[libeccio]

[ Picky, picky. Bruno is open to getting his collar off with anyone, but he will also piss on a wall if he really has to go. ]

Bruno Bucciarati. [ Your friendly neighborhood gangster for hire.

He offers a handshake. Don't leave him hanging, Mr. Picky. ]