TDM 002

[erkumods]

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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[apodictic]

Of course. But survival takes precedence over contemplation of things that should be and could be -- I have a lot of things to return to.

"Hell" is nothing. That means you belong nowhere. [ he has a stolen popcorn he's munching on. ] And you have no-one. Then again, I'm not the best with such stories.

[ he offers him aphro pop. popcorn, your rattiness? ]

[beye]

[God damn. Fuck the birds, Dimitri has half a mind to run this petulant thing through and leave him dangling from on high. Whatever it is he's eating, it's offensively loud.]

You know nothing of hell. Whatever stories you've concocted in your head pale in comparison to the real thing, and were I you, I would stay my tongue.

[Shut up and eat your popping corn, boy. Dimitri eyes it, digs his hand into the bag, and very nearly spills the majority of it. The taste isn't bad, but then Dimitri can't taste much of anything. That begs the question–]

What is this?

[apodictic]

[ angelo just ... raises an eyebrow. he supposes that when people go to hell they just lose semblance of reality and other normal things, like how to eat popcorn. then again, if he hasn't had it before .... ]

Popcorn. It's a snack. They usually offer them in these events because it's low cost and easy to make in large batches. It is usually sold in multiple flavours, but this world only offers it with butter and salt.

[ he is .... like a child, ]

[beye]

[You see a disheveled man in a fur cloak and plate armor and concern yourself with his lack of knowledge on popcorn, Angelo??? Please. Dimitri is clearly what happens when you leave something to mold in some dark corner of a room until it gains sentience and a bad attitude.]

What a waste of funds. This is hardly fit to be called a meal. Could you sustain yourself on "popcorn" alone? Perhaps so, given your figure, but then, I don't imagine you could last a minute on your own.

[Give him a platform and he'll go on and on. This is all your fault for sharing popcorn with the rat king, who obviously doesn't care for it, as he's pried it from Angelo's hands and crushed it.]

A child like you would wither away and rot in hell. Popcorn... don't make me laugh.

[apodictic]

[ please. that's what he calls char aznable on a good day.

angelo just watches him literally crush his popcorn. it's not his, so he doesn't care about eating it, but wow you sure just. ate lots for someone who doesn't care for it. ]

It's not supposed to be a meal. Were you listening? Or did hell take that away from you as well?

I find you pitiful. [ angelo crosses his legs, watching him. ] You are clearly running on whatever delusion it is that allows you to gain such pleasure in talking of hell. Is there anything else that will come out of that filthy mouth?

[beye]

Food is only as good as the sustenance it provides. If you have the luxury to indulge in snacks, then perhaps you simply don't know what it means to struggle.

[Pitiful, certainly, but can Angelo imagine how many times Dimitri has heard similar admonishments from men like him? Too often to care. Too often to answer his anger with anything but a smile, nauseating and devoid of shame.]

I find you repulsive. You are neither a snack nor a meal. [wow rude, esp considering angelo is really beginning to look like a snacc, if u will] Sickening. A creature like you needs to be taught proper respect.

[apodictic]

And who's going to teach me proper respect? This corpse of yours, who barely knows how to deal with people, let alone snacks?

[ a mean little laugh! from this hot snacc. ] I think not. Be unfulfilled. I'm sure it's nothing different for you.

[beye]

[Sure took long enough for this vile creature's popcorn to have an effect on Dimitri. Now that he's aware of it, he's angry. Standing up abruptly, Dimitri snags Angelo by the wrist and hauls him upright.]

You! You poisoned me!

[Dimitri aphro'd himself. Ignore him. Ignore the lance he's testing his grip on like he has half a mind to make good on stabbing this nasty little animal.]

Was this your aim all along?! She sent you after me, didn't she? Don't lie to me, plague rat!

[apodictic]

[ is there a limit to angelo's blond obsession? quite possibly he's hit with this awful excuse for a lint trap.

angelo, however, doesn't take too lightly being grabbed by lesser men. he flips his hold on him and twists his arm with brute force surprising for his size and slams his lovely heel on the side of his knee. ]

Do not mock me. You're not worth the effort at all!

[ he's going to leave!!! ]

[beye]

Keep mewling, stray.

[The time for idle pleasantries has ended. Dimitri won't be easily outdone by a twink with a bad attitude, though he's generous enough to allow him to try.

Pain ebbs through him, but Dimitri doesn't bow. Not to the likes of Angelo, who is no better or worse than any other piece of trash littering this little island.]

You've had your fun. Now I'll have mine.

[Cruel to no end, Dimitri turns, arrests Angelo by the neck, and drags him through the dirt en route to some quiet little patch of land where no one will hear him carry on. Go ahead, try and leave. A running target will make for a fine change of pace.]

[apodictic]

Filth--

[ he didn't exactly drag him without a fight. angelo is used to fighting, and fighting recklessly but also fighting without remorse. he's a mad dog, but a skilled mad dog, even outside of his mobile suit. he's not being dragged there without suffering an injury or worse. a newtype, their senses sharpened to a dangerous point and their mental state unstable even as they are skilled, angelo retaliates with controlled fury. ]