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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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[ He has no visible mutations from afar and none materialize as she gets closer. She gathers from the cane and the shades (a color reminiscent of a certain X-Man's but it's not like he has a patent on them) that he's blind, and from the collar, that he's in roughly the same boat as her. ]

You mind if I try?

[ ooc | let me know if you want her to succeed or fail, either's fine! ]

If you can see something I can't, by all means, please do.

[There was a cheek to the comment, and he tipped his head to the side, as if offering his neck to her. Both hands closed around his cane, tapping against it as he gave her a small grin.]

[ooc: there'd have to be some nekky time for that, so that's up to you if you'd like to go that route.]

[ That got an amused smirk out of her, not that he could tell. Then she's all business, raising her hands and focusing her stare on the clasp. Green light emanates around it, heatless, and floats the tag. Her fingers clench in the air, attempting to rend it in two, to no avail.

Lorna huffs and drops her hands to her sides. She closes the distance between them and tries to undo it the old fashioned way. No luck there either. ]

I could try cutting it but that hasn't worked on mine.

[ ooc | oh yeah i forgot about that detail. well who knows the night is young ]

[He can certainly feel something going on. The collar tugs and lifts as if she's touching it, but she's clearly not. Okay, so... when she'd said powers, she meant- that. Huh. Was she like that woman he'd seen in the news? Red Wi- no. Scarlet Witch. Right. Possibly? Curious. She came closer and tried to undo it and had as much luck as he'd had.]

Starting to feel something's a little off here in Denmark. Or, wherever here is. I don't suppose you could tell me what it says? I can feel a bit of lettering, but it's worn down in places.

[ She gleaned what it says while she was fiddling with the buckle, but she reads it over again anyway. A moment of reticence, given he can't have chosen the phrase (and she dreads that hers is just as cheesy). Pursed lips unzipping, she quotes, ]

"If you can read this I will lick you."

... Oh.

[A twitch of his lips, his hand lifting to trace letters he couldn't quite make out himself.]

Well, um, I can promise you I don't have any plans to adhere to that, Ms...? I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I'm Matt. Matt Murdock.

Lorna.

[ If she doesn't provide him with Dane, he can't affix a Ms to it. Since he hasn't actually seen her use her powers, she further obfuscates them by withholding Polaris, as well, though it barely feels like a play. "Lorna Dane is Polaris" has been public knowledge so long, where she's from. ]

I can't read with my fingers. Can you give mine a feel? I think it's short.

[Not where he's from. She'll just be Lorna, until he can weasel the Dane from her and call her Ms. Dane. It's just the way he was raised, Lorna.

He reaches up , adding a little waving to his hands as if he has to search for the tag, then finding it to graze his fingers over the lettering. It's more defined than his, cut into the metal, and he feels his brows raise at the three words.]

Ah... It's... huh. Full Metal Bitch? Not that I agree, or, ah... excuse my language.

[ The audacity of it has her huffing out a laugh. She's been called worse and she'll take it over his any day. ]

Don't worry about it. It's not exactly false advertising.

I don't agree that assertive women should be given that moniker.

[It wasn't like he hadn't met people that fell under the label 'bitch' before, but he'd heard it directed at far too many women who were just firm with saying no or speaking their mind. It had always bothered him.]

I'm sure you're as lovely as you sound.

[Cue the cheeky flirty grin that was all but genetic by this point.]

TDM 002

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ooh la la, Lorna.

green means go, after all

roger wilco

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