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TDM 002
| 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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[Kanyeshrug. The smirk on her face definitely wouldn't be out of place on someone Bucky is (presumably) more familiar with back home, though.]
Sex, Barnes. Sex.
[Oops did she let his last name slip?]
You didn't see the card on your bracelet? [She's tugging at his collar now to see if the leather snaps - one hand slid under it to keep it from choking him, of course - but she pauses for a moment to wave a bracelet-clad wrist in front of his face.] The robots want you to fuck and generate energy - and apparently do some weird shit in the process. Hell if I know how it works.
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More firmly this time, and with a more wary expression.
One that falters at fuck and generate energy which is--
Okay, one thing at a goddamn time right? ]
It says Bones.
[ He echoes, and in case that doesn't make it clear: ]
Not Barnes.
[ In terms of priorities:
1 - someone who knows his name and therefor might be someone who knows how to use him
2 - fuck energy??
3 - collar
4 - bracelet card ]
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Full disclosure, there's a solid chance this is gonna sound crazy to you, but it's the truth, hand to God. I used to be in the Army with Bucky Barnes, back in my world. He didn't look exactly like you, but - folks don't look identical from world to world, and I've learned that weird coincidences aren't nearly as coincidental as they seem. So, yeah, I know your real name. I got a buddy in a VA retirement home named after you back home. Haven't seen the version of you in my world since 1945.
[That's omitting a solid half of the story, but this is the half that's directly relevant to Bucky.]
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World to World.
There weren't any women in the trenches with him. There were a few officers, like Carter. Nurses who tended to the poor bastards who made it back. It doesn't sound possible where he's from, but...
One time he got attacked by a man in a cat suit and also aliens invaded New York, so. Then there was that whole killer robot that ripped Sokovia out of the ground, and Steve's friend does magic mind bullshit.
Why not.
All the same: ]
What's your name?
[ A female commando, maybe? A relation to one? A last name he can pick up on from back home, just on the off chance? ]
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Sam Wilson. Used to be a pilot with the Civil Air Corps, but all they had me doing was boring air shows Stateside. I wanted to do something to actually contribute to the war effort.
[Is she still leaving out a key piece of information here? Absolutely.]
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It might be hard at first to determine the look on his face - maybe because it flickers from incredulous to absolutely goddamn amused. God he wishes his Sam were here right now. ]
You gotta be joking.
[ But it's not a question, not even a genuine disbelief. For some reason, maybe just the absolute absurdity of his life, he's buying it.
He blows out a slow breath. A slow, low drawl: ]
This might be... the best thing I've ever seen.
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Glad I could make your day. Though I imagine that's not hard to do, with the way the rest of it's been going.
[She lifts one hand to gesture to their surroundings, generally encompassing the whole experience of being teleported here.]
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Time to circle back to the other priorities, though. Any semblance of amusement leaves his face just as quickly as it'd arrived. ]
Please tell me you weren't serious about sex energy.
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[She just rolls her eyes - not at Bucky, but at this whole place.]
Not long after I got here, the robots put on an honest to god orgy for us. Supposedly, the more we have sex, the more it helps revitalize this place, or something like that. The little bastards are in on it, too - hence the collars, right down to the 'amusing' nametags.