ercookies | 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?

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Probably the benefit of the obnoxious large collar of her outfit is that she doesn't have to be seen wearing some stupid collar around her neck like she's a human pet of some sort. Of course she tried removing it, but no luck. The hell's the thing made out of anyway?

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.

He'll always wonder how he fails to notice her when her outfit is that flashy - but that's the thing. Hackers are good at hiding, and what Sombra's working with is far higher tech than your average hacker is used to, he thinks.

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."

Doesn't take the bait, but still walks on over with the hilarious jingle of his spurs. He must stick out like a sore thumb out here in that get-up. Then again, Sombra looks like a walking neon sign with all the purple and black she's wearing. Probably look like they're dressed for Halloween or something.

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.

They definitely look like an odd pair. McCree's used to his outfit, but no one else around seems to be. He's more than content to ignore the odd looks thrown their way, however. He's not too concerned about the housing situation for either of them - he's spent enough time roughing it now to sleep where he can get it.

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."

TDM 002

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