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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 |
jesse mccree | overwatch
Well, he'd certainly ended up out of the pan and into the fire.
Jesse tugs on the odd collar the machines had given him, jangling the tag attached to it. If not for the drastically different land he's found himself in and the processing he just went through, he might think it's some bounty hunter's idea of a joke.
This doesn't appear to be any joke, however. He's managed to find one of the big-ass chickens that are also getting spit out of processing, raising a hand up to pat the side of its head as it 'warks' at him.
"Easy there."
When the noise inevitably draws attention to them, he raises his artificial hand in greeting.
"Hey. Hate to make this my first ask, but I'm havin' trouble gettin' this thing off. Could you lend me a hand?"
He gestures to the collar around his neck, which has resisted all attempts to remove it thus far.
( a gamblin' man )
Lacking the bird now, Jesse's gone to where all the lights and sounds are for the moment. He's conspicoously lacking any kind of money for betting or food, so while he's not going hungry, he's a little put out.
Perhaps you spot him trying to sneak some of that popcorn - or being chased away by the robots for trying. And once he's succeeded, you can find him looking a little hot under the collar, his hat off and using it to fan himself.
He gives you a little wink if you notice him, though.
"Don't mind me. Just gettin' some fresh air."
After all, it does stink like chocobos inside that place.
( ooc: i'll match prose or brackets! feel free to hit me with a scenario of your own making, or hit me up via pm if you'd like to plot it out. )
a)
Besides that, isn't he supposed to be dead? Angeal could've sworn he went into that goodnight shortly after goading Zack into a final standoff in Modeoheim. Joke's on him, though. It seems that Angeal can't even die properly.
He gives the cowboy another look before stepping forward to help.]
Only if you're willing to return a favor.
[He replies before inching closer to get a better look at the plaid monstrosity around the cowboy's neck. It's eye-catching, to say the least but still ugly as sin.]
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[ not that mccree is happy to have strangers in his space, but he has peacekeeper at his side and she's whom he feels safest with. the guy looks some kind of military, which doesn't mean he trusts him - but he knows what to expect, at the very least.
jesse tips his head to let him get a better look. unfortunately, at first fiddling, that collar's lock doesn't seem to be opening for angeal. ]
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Still no dice.]
I must be losing my touch.
[He mumbles more to himself than to the cowboy in question. Angeal couldn't help but notice the gun at his side earlier. It's pretty damn big after all. A glorified hand-cannon for anyone hoping to blow someone's head clean off. Firearms aren't Angeal's specialty but he knows a good one when he sees one.]
How long have you had her?
[He questions while fiddling with the collar again.]
The gun, I mean.
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[ jokes about not being able to get it up? yep, that's what he's opening up this conversation with someone he's just met.
either way, the gun's a nice topic of conversation to distract him from someone up in his business, yanking on his collar. (angeal isn't doing that, exactly, but it reminds him too much of his mother dragging him around). ]
About ten years, give or take. She was made for me for a particular job; decided I liked her well enough to take her along when I left.
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So what do you do?
[He asks while still fiddling with the stupid lock on this collar. It's starting to get on his nerves a bit but thankfully Angeal is patient. If he was Zack, he would've already unsheathed his sword or something by now. Mentioning swords, Angeal couldn't help but notice he's without his signature Buster Sword currently. He must've given it to Zack after all.]
From this angle, you look like you belong on the ranch.
[He then gives that offending poncho a glance.]
And from the other, a street corner by a dumpster.
bounty hunter
[ it's not the whole answer, but it's not a lie, either. better to let him think the gun was a bounty reward of some kind than something developed by a military black-ops organization that he happened to make off with. wasn't the reason for his own high bounty, but it didn't help.
either way, angeal makes a comment about his outfit he laughs, at the same time waving his hands away from the collar. all right, you aren't getting that open, buddy. ]
Hey now, be careful what you're insultin', that could be from my momma.
[ it's not. ]
I can't say I'm used to ranchin' giant chickens, though.
bitch, you mean "hobo"
[How predictable. Whether he's really is a 'bounty hunter' or not is up for debate but if so, it's believable. This guy looks like he stepped right out of a old saloon right at high noon. It's pretty hilarious but honestly rather intriguing at the same time.]
I doubt you'll get much work here.
[This place isn't exactly paradise but judging from the swing of things, there won't be much to do for a bounty hunter. After all, most of the people around here are just looking for their next lay.]
Hey, I gave it a shot but it wouldn't budge.
[Angeal admits with a sigh as he backs away. It seems they're both stuck with their collars for now.]
These feathery birds are a staple from my world.
hobo hunter
[ there's not even anything to barter with, reasonably. when angeal apologizes, jesse shakes his head. ]
I'm guessin' there's a trick to them, given where we are. Give it time.
[ either way, when angeal mentions the birds, jesse pats the chocobo again, listening to it kweh! ]
They stink this bad back home?
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[Angeal explains as he gives the friendly yellow bird a gentle pat on its neck. He likes chocoboes. They might be a little foul sometimes but they're pleasant enough. However, Angeal isn't too keen about riding them. Chocobos are known to be quite testy sometimes.]
This is just a light musk at best. Even so, it's not very pleasant.
[Banora didn't have much in the means of chocobos but they certainly had their own selection of critters roaming around. Some a bit fiendish than the next considering the time of day.]
You never saw a chocobo before, huh?
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[ he clicks his tongue, reaching up to scratch under the chocobo's chin, seeing if they like it. when he asks about seeing them before, he shakes his head. ]
Can's say I've seen one of these Chuck-a-bos before. Chickens, sure, if your creature here was a fraction of its size and three times as murderous.
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Oh, I know about chickens thanks to my childhood. My old neighbor used to own a coop outback. Those little devils used to sneak into my mom's garden all the time.
[He gives the chocobo another friendly pat upon its neck before glancing around to see where they could bring it. A chocobo this size shouldn't be out in the open like this. In his world, there's a whole list of predators that like to eat these yellow-feathered fowls.]
Maybe we should stable your bird somewhere before something eats it.
[Or rather someone, maybe.]
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jesse shakes his head. ]
I watched those bastards pick a bone clean more than enough times.
[ angry little dinosaurs that he trapped in tea towels more than enough times. the chocobo ruffles their feathers as jesse looks over. ]
Suppose we should. It looks like the racetrack's where they're loadin' em all up since it has stables. I reckon we should take fluffy here that way.
gamblin' wildcard of sorts 🤠
But it doesn't really matter. Not even those huge chickens are much of a bother to her. They're kinda cute (though she imagines they'd make a great month's supply of pollo adobado).
No, she found something else far more interesting to spend her time with. Particularly someone. She'd catch that filthy cowboy hat from anywhere, and so Sombra meanders over from a safe distance, trying to appear as casual as possible before she announces herself.
"Aww, I always wanted a washed up cowboy of my own. Do you wanna come home with me, chucho?" She whistles then starts trying to beacon him over with what appears to be a piece of popcorn between her fingers.
sombruh!
Granted, he knows very little outside of that - she keeps it that way, and he prefers not to get his nose into trouble that doesn't concern him. Doesn't make being called a dog any less annoying, even if she's clearly spotted his attempts to steal some popcorn.
"I truly doubt you even have a home to go to here, señorita."
He doesn't take what he considers to be the bait. Sure, he'll come over, but he leans against the nearby wall once he's close enough.
"I didn't expect the cat to drag you in."
its ya gurl sombrero
Well, if McCree's not going to take a free handout, Sombra will help herself, plopping the piece of popcorn into her mouth.
"It's a work in progress," she mumbles while she chews. Girl has no manners. Truthfully she hasn't thought much on her home situation but she's used to living in holes in the wall so she'll figure something out.
"But hey, that makes two of us. Maybe the place was full of so many bitches it thought some pussy needed to get added to the mix."
She tugs the wide flared collar of her outfit down with one hand, then reveals the tag she's been given.
"Funny, right? Hah."
It's not funny. ...okay maybe a little.
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At the remark, though, he gives a little scoff, leaning in to read the tags at a safe distance and then letting out a laugh without much humor.
"Guess they were bein' literal with you, then. I won't disagree there's a lot of folk here I wouldn't peg for a reconstruction effort, let alone one involvin' intimacy."