TDM 002

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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? ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[acquaint]

[ there's something about her question, as simple as it is, that's so... pleasant. and what may i call you? as if his hair and his armor aren't already dead giveaways to who he is and where he's from. but this isn't fodlan and they're not at war; here, he's just sylvain: not the heir to house gautier, and not a crest bearer. here, he's just a weird guy wearing armor and carrying around a creepy looking lance.

no one knows who he is here and he's never felt freer in his entire life. ]

Whatever you like, but Sylvain works fine. [ he says, after a moment too long before he catches himself. ] And I wasn't, until now... yet I can't really say it's not fitting.

[ when u spend ur teenage years being a fuckboy and now it comes back to bite u in the ass. anyway, he keeps his chin up, savoring that cool touch against his skin. he always tends to run hot, like a portable space heater, and the armor certainly doesn't help. that little shimmer of energy is nice too, even if he doesn't really know what's going on with that smartwatch thing. ]

Those robots earlier were talking about some kind of compatible energy, weren't they?

[cadeuces]

Sylvain suits you just fine compared to anything I could think to call you.

( Because no, there is no recognition whatsoever to who he may be or even to the name he gives her— he would've just ended up being "sweetie" in her tongue, but the relief in him seems tangible. Was it the friendly face, finally receiving help, or something else? She can't quite place it. At least he seems comfortable with her touch and so it remains there as she eases the collar around to the forefront, careful not to tell him what else his tag says. Her name, yes, but— not the rest.

He radiates warmth, standing this close. Even through the metal plate. It was practically fated, wasn't it? She was always drawn to those who were warmer. She only gives up the touch to his chin when she puts both hands to the clasp, but it still does no good no matter how her arms trembled from the strain she exerted on them, pinching down with both hands and tugging opposite directions, careful not to tug on him. When she finally gives up to his teasing, her smile is apologetic for a moment before she offers a little laugh and shakes her head. )

Oh? You like to wear a lot of underwear, I take it? I would rather assume better things of you. ( She gives him a little pat on the (plated) chest as sign of her surrender, but when he brings up the energy, she's reminded of the cards. They'd said they were auspicious, didn't they? That it would lead to compatibility for restoring the world. Her gaze shifts off him as she thinks for a moment, some quiet little hum acknowledging what he says before she goes back to the device and pulls her card up. There are quite a lot of squares listed, but she doesn't seem to abashed that he's able to see it as well.

Body worship, cuddling, domination/submission, hurt/comfort, leashes/collars (hah), multiple partners, oral— there's plenty to choose from, and her brows furrow, because she recognizes some of them easily. When she looks back to him, she's a little apprehensive to have to ask, but: ) They had mentioned compatible energy, yes. As well as these things. It's supposed to list acts that help those and the land around us, or... something to that effect. I think. Did you receive one like this?

[acquaint]

Ah, well, [ there's a sheepish laugh, something between embarrassed and caught out. ] Something like that.

[ it's fine; sylvain's all but forgotten what shame feels like at this point in his life, so it's cool. but also, he's not complaining if she decides to leave that little detail out. he's got enough to deal with in regards to what he assumes are women's panties decorating his collar.

anyway, that's not important right now. he takes out his own device when she does, having looked at it earlier but couldn't really make too much out of it. the technology here far surpasses anything they have at home, and while he's sure he'll get it with time, he's also kind of hoping that he won't be stuck here for that long either. they've just won a war, after all, and he's got a generation-long border conflict waiting for him to resolve. ]

Here, [ he turns it around to show her his screen, some of the squares matching with hers. these at least, he's familiar with. he had never thought he'd ever be in a situation where he'd need to literally fuck to survive, but, well. dryly: ] The technology here isn't anything I've ever seen back home, but thankfully, this part is pretty straight forward.

[cadeuces]

( Well, it helps that Angela doesn't try to outright shame anyone, ever. She doesn't mean to embarrass him so much as tease him just a little, a metaphorical pinch of a cheek and fondness in her smile as she gets a glimpse at the collar and tries to work it open short of wielding an actual scalpel at it, and she doesn't want to do that. It doesn't seem as though anyone else has been able to cut through them yet either and she won't risk harming someone.

Sylvain mirrors what Angela had done with her device and soon his card is projected up, as well, and— it seems they both have cuddling. Did they need to match them...? She has no idea, but they're both pulsing pink so that... seems like a good sign!? And it's a benign enough way to... start... a friendship. (Sure, Angela.) She points to his and points to hers with a little raise of her brows and the softening of that smile, head tipping. )

It is quite straightforward, isn't it? Shall we give this one a go? We both have it on these things. Maybe I can show you a little more about the technology. It's quite similar to what I know of. And we'll see if we can get these collars off.