TDM 002

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( 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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Char Aznable | Gundam

[grudged]

i. chocono.

[This was not a horse.

This was definitely not a horse, and as a result, the great and glorious Char Aznable suffers a beak to the head, a beak to the face, and a beak everywhere else within reach while he struggles to subdue the perturbed creature. He's managed to finagle a bridle, but that arguably hurts more than it helps; it refuses every effort and every attempt and won't leave him be.

Eventually, Char reaches out to the nearest passerby, sore and surly. Seems like this was going to require some teamwork.]

A little help, if you wouldn't mind. Not sure what I've done, but...

[Peck, peck, peck.]

...damn, they're persistent!

ii. kink shaming.

[Look, he gets it. He's not particularly driven by sex, but he gets it. Char doesn't judge others, at least not for their partners and their proclivities. If someone wants to waltz around, wearing a collar and begging for more, then fine. As long as he wasn't part of it, he couldn't care less, could go about his day without batting so much as an eyelash at the display.

Unfortunately, he's the one wearing a collar in this particular scenario. Lingering at the city outskirts, Char grumbles under his breath.]

How does this thing come off...?

[Spoilers: it doesn't. Not without release. And such an embarrassing tag, too. It has him feeling unusually... frisky. An unwelcome distraction, to be sure, and he's making quite a scene.]

iii. off to the races.

[Not that Char particularly wants to see another chocobo in his life, but he has to admit that watching them wark, wark, wark their way around a race track was awfully entertaining. He sweet talks his way into some popcorn—certainly a step up from those stale rations—and strikes up a conversation with the person beside him.]

I'm betting on red. He seems spunky.

[Except he didn't actually bet anything, and he's only favoring his preferred color. Ever so magnanimous, Char offers his new "friend" a handful of popcorn.]

By the way, did you want some? I've got more than plenty.

iv. wildcard.

[Hit me with whatever you've got, anywhere in the world! Happy to workshop any ideas.]

(( Relevant information and permissions, along with a kink list. Prompts two and three are open to all for smut; Char's collar will only come off with orgasm. ))

iii.

[apodictic]

[ angelo also has his own popcorn, but it's stolen. because he can. but he peers at char's popcorn anyway, just in case it's of a different flavour than what he's got.

nope. just one flavour, it seems. ]

Are we betting on who dies first, or who will win the race?

[ not quite at ease with his surroundings, angelo still sits with a tense air, even as he's already moved from a more relaxed sitting position as opposed to having his back ramrod straight all the time. it's the unfortunate consequence of being with the wrong char. ]

[grudged]

[Char raises a skeptical eyebrow, like a parent disciplining an unruly child.]

I don't think it's that kind of sport, Angelo. Get your head out of the gutter.

[And just where did you get that popcorn from, sir? Char looks doubtful, but figures it's best not to ask. Hopefully there isn't a dead body, bleeding out below the stands, because they made the fatal mistake of denying Angelo his stolen snack.]

...although I'm surprised that you accepted my invitation. Missed me already?

[God, that smile was obnoxious. And then some.]

[apodictic]

It is a reasonable question.

[ what is wrong with everyone, why are his suggestions regarding these birds' welfare being met with scrutiny.

and surprisingly, nobody died for the popcorn. he's just adept at pickpocketing like he were in the streets again and felt no guilt about it considering how overpriced it was in this barren wasteland. seems like a scam to have to use credits for a snack.

angelo snacks on his popcorn with gritted teeth. ] Don't get cocky. Familiarity breeds contempt.

[grudged]

And yet here you remain.

[It is a reasonable retort.]

iii.

[libeccio]

Are you now?

[ Making a mental note to observe how red goes for this race. For future, mostly lawful, reasons.

He's also grabbing some popcorn from this person who seems to have more money than him. What's the harm? ]

He seems like the type who'll run out of steam mid-track, if you ask me.

[grudged]

[Less like money, more like charm. A valuable currency indeed.]

Hm... maybe you're right. Who's your contender, then?

[libeccio]

Depends on how much I'm betting. I don't have much to lose, so it's all for nothing on the fat one.

[ If he wins, he wins a lot. If he doesn't, all he lost was a measly credit gained from licking a stranger in the face.

He pops another popcorn in his mouth without it being offered. ]

How much did you bet on red?

[grudged]

Isn't that kind of a risky strategy? You'd still stand to lose it all.

[But far be it Char Aznable to comment on the merit of professional gambling. As for red...]

Well, I also bet everything. Because the red ones go faster.

[...what a hypocrite. And a liar. And a con artist.]

ii

[eous]

It doesn't.

[And like any good dog, surely he's tried prying it off by now. Chollo hasn't touched his collar– to be bound about the neck by a collar suggests certain conditions must be fulfilled to release the mechanism keeping it locked in place. Fair enough, yes? Puzzles are fun!]

Surely you've given some proper thought as to how you might remove it.

[Hump day... Interesting. He'll have to inquire as to where that colloquialism hails from.]

[grudged]

[Not very helpful, weird stranger with the funny tattoos. But he's been seeing funny things, and funny people, all damn day, so he accepts it as he does all else: with a put upon sigh. At least he's not the only one suffering, except Chollo doesn't look the slightest bit bothered. Maybe that's just his default expression.]

I'm all about teamwork.

[So he's willing to hear you out. Within reason, of course.]

[eous]

[Says the man in a horned helmet. What might he be hiding under that helmet, if anything at all? Chrollo wonders, though he certainly doesn't look it. No, if anything, he looks fascinated only by the collar slung around his new acquaintance's neck. His own is some awful, on the nose inverted cross with nothing but gibberish scrawled along the backside of it. It suits him nicely.]

Are you? How fortuitous. If that's the case, then we'll work together.

[But first, the mandatory pleasantries. Chrollo extends his hand to Char. There is nothing suspicious about it– this is just a hand. Trust him.]

My name is Chrollo Lucilfer, but my friends call me Boss.

i

[ludicrous]

[ Lelouch is in the throes of despair, facing off his worst adversary to date. There are no words he can muster up that would convey the magnitude of his despair, dramatically greeting what may be his most ignoble death yet head-on. ]

I can't help you right now. [ He's out of breath, for one thing, pitiably hunched over and cursing his weakness. Stopping for air gave that giant chicken-looking creature the avenue to eat his head, which it attempts with ravenous gusto. Such persistence. ] Cut it out, you imbecilic bird! Can't you tell I don't have any food?

[ Trapping its beak between two shaky palms, he stares down his beady-eyed assailant. Stay still, foul beast. ]

Ow.

[ For his efforts, he's bestowed a peck to the head. The ruckus entices more chocobos, including the one attacking Char, to wander on over until Lelouch is entirely swarmed in canary-yellow feathers. There he goes. Going, going, gone. ]

[grudged]

[...this poor kid. Not only did he look undernourished, he looked as though he had all the wimpy strength of a wet towel. Char was annoyed, to be sure, but he could at least fend for himself. Lelouch, on the other hand, seemed ready to embrace sweet death, swarmed by angry birds and suffering The Peckening as a result.

He's annoyed, but he's also an officer, which means he inherently takes charge of the situation...]

ENOUGH!

[...by way of unclipping the gun from his belt, firing into the air, and scaring all of those attackers off.]

[ludicrous]

[ As the flock dissipates, here Lelouch lies on the ground, yet another hapless victim of fowl-related violence. His hair's a disheveled bird's nest as he stumbles back upright, infinitely worse for the wear but miraculously alive. ]

I suppose I owe you my life. [ Every single one of his aspirations, nearly quashed by overgrown chickens. His eyes sweep over him once, before he gestures at the gun. Loaded, it seems. Like the one Lelouch left in Suzaku's care. ] Thank you.

FULL FRONTAL!! --Oh, wait...

[riddleofthebox]

iii.

[Riddhe simply stares at the offered handful of popcorn for a moment, before rejecting it. Its hard to believe that the Char Aznable would offer anything other than death to the son of the Federation Prime Minister.]

I don't think red is going to win. Seems it didn't inherit the ability to run three times as fast.

[NTR intensifies]

[grudged]

[Huh, that was... a little too on the nose. Char peers at Riddhe with open suspicion.]

...do I know you from somewhere? You seem familiar, somehow.

[NT-D intensifies]

[riddleofthebox]

...We've never met. I know you more by reputation than anything else.

[But Char doesn't seem to know him. Good. For now.

Still, under Char's gaze, Riddhe can't help but tug slightly at the collar around his neck. The one with a tag reading "That. Fucking. Gundam."]

card of the wild

[sharpestsword]

[ It seems that every time she goes out looking she finds something new, or someone, as the case may be. She catches sight of the man from a distance and changes course to land nearby. Fortunately, there's plenty of space on the shore. She then zooms in on her display to get a closer look at him. If she had to guess he must be one of the newcomers. Not that she's met everyone on the island but she does try to keep track of faces. She opens the cockpit and leans over, shouting at him. ]

Are you lost?

[grudged]

[A mobile suit...? But not one he recognized, neither Federation nor Zeon. As a result, he's placed immediately on the defensive. He doesn't draw his gun, though his hand drifts to his hip, just in case he needs to make a quick draw. It seemed like he could overpower her, in terms of raw strength, but she still has him at a loss from that cockpit.]

Not at all. I was just scouting the area.

[Which wasn't untrue. Maybe that would sate her.]

[sharpestsword]

[ That's good enough for her. If anything it's a smart thing to do. She nods and moves to come down to his level. There's nothing else of importance that she needs to get to and she's curious. He just seems so sure of himself. It's interesting to see the variety of reactions people have to her mobile suit. ]

Have you found anything?

i

[wolfwithagoat]

[Eskel watches the vicious chocobo attack with his arms crossed over his chest. His expression doesn't show it, but he's rather enjoying the show. Sometimes it just feels good to see high-class type get brought down a peg. (He assumes Char is high-class from that fancy outfit, anyway.)]

[However, high-class types tend to pay better. Eskel isn't about to alienate a potential client, despite there not being any monsters to be hired to kill in the first place. He waves his hand in a strange gesture, causing a white symbol to appear briefly in the air. A soft glow surrounds the chocobo's head, seemingly calming it down. It is now docile.]

Feisty fowls, aren't they? [Char's saviour stands both tall and broad, with scarring cutting down the right side of his face, and yellow cat-like eyes. Two swords are strapped to his back. He looks like something straight out of a LARP - if they still do that sort of thing in the future, and space.]

((Hello! Tagging you in honour of my husband who loves Gundam, lol.))

[grudged]

[...remind him not to mess with this guy, whoever he might be. Since he lent a helping hand, Char doesn't so much as flinch and he certainly doesn't reach for a weapon—seems like that might a death wish against those twin blades—but he's keeping an eye on Eskel just in case. He's seen some supernatural shit in his day, and so he knows to respect it.

Physically, however, he isn't the slightest bit intimidated. Even offers a slight smile.]

Thanks, I owe you one.

[He's kind of reminded of Dozle, who was all bark and very little bite. To clear the air, he'll approach and offer his hand.]

The name's Char. Good to meet you, and just in time too.

[wolfwithagoat]

Eskel. [He returns the handshake with a firm grip.]

These birds are new here. Still learning how to handle them. [Eskel looks to the chocobo. He offers a hand to it next, letting it take a little test nibble. Satisfied, the chocobo lets Eskel run a hand down its neck.] I've seen plenty nastier.

iii

[monseuldesir]

[ she'd felt the familiar pressure of the red comet before she registered his presence. it's a foolish thought, of course. mineva hadn't seen the man since she was eight, outside of his capacity as a public figure. and frontal... he may have looked like char, sounded like char, but if the recently-closed incident proved anything, he was not char. even before that, there had always been something off about how his presence felt, and he was cold in ways that char had never been.

and he had borne none of the warmth towards her that char aznable had.

still, the princess doesn't visibly react much when char speaks up. she hadn't registered his presence before, there must have been people between them who have now cleared out...? either way. the zeonic regalia she's dressed in speaks for itself. ]

I... yes, thank you. [ she takes the offered popcorn. he's young, she realizes. not much older than she is. that's... odd. ]