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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 |




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reno is 100% down for stealing untainted popcorn, yo! ]
I like the way you think. [ he points a finger at him before he walks through the door. ] What's your name? I'm Reno.
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but also, fuck their robot overlords tbh. ]
Mako.
[ he comes up to stand beside reno as they enter, glancing around at their surroundings as they make their way towards the seats. ]
I say we lay low for now, keep an eye out for anyone eating the popcorn, see how things go... Then we take it from there.
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[ it's a dog-eat-dog kinda world. don't sweat the small stuff, mako. what's a little illegal activity for the sake of the greater good? ]
I wanted to watch the race anyway. [ scanning the benches, he picks out a nice spot where they can get a decent view of their surroundings. he starts to climb the stairs toward it while he makes note of which individuals are lucky enough to afford the popcorn. ]
Let's hope no one springs a boner then.
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anyway, mako climbs after reno and lets out a muffled grunt at the other man's candor, feeling just a bit of heat rise up along his neck. absently, he tugs on the collar, suddenly very aware of its weight there. ]
Yeah... At least there are enough exits to make use of in case it gets weird.
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Get weird? [ stepping onto the designated row, he walks toward the available seats he picked out from below. ] You think people will get so horny they'll start fucking in the middle of a racetrack? [ he sounds more amused than he does incredulous. ]
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Considering that seems to be our captors' overall goal? I don't doubt for a second they'd lace the food with aphrodisiacs that strong.
[ once seated, he keeps his eyes on the crowd rather than the track, scanning for any currently munching on food. ]
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I guess we might be in for a show then. [ he doesn't sound put off by the idea. ] Anyone look like they're about to burst, yo? [ turquoise hues lazily sweep over the bottom rows, zeroing in on all the folks with popcorn in their hands. ]
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minutes pass. the race starts. mako keeps quiet and focused, even as the people in the seats start to get worked up over the birds. ]
Huh. Looks like the popcorn's okay after a—
[ NOPE nope he spoke too soon. almost as soon as he says that, the person he'd been watching stuffs their hand into their pants. his eyes snap away, landing on reno. ]
Nevermind.
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Wait, did you see sumthin'? [ turning his gaze to the rows below them, he picks out each person he'd identified earlier before he finally lands on the one that mako must be referring to. ] Oh shit, he's really going for it, ain't he? [ he leans forward in his seat to get a better look. ] But hey, [ he glances over at him. ] shouldn't we wait and see how the others do first? Maybe he's just a pervert.
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[ that could be it. who can say for sure it's the popcorn, when this place in general encourages lowered (or nonexistent) inhibitions? swallowing thickly, mako forces himself to look back into the crowd... though he does decide to watch others instead of that man. who is definitely going for it. ]
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If you don't wanna look, then you can leave it to me, yo.