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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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He furrows his brows as he reads his fortune. The poem was a little on the nose about what happened to him, not much about will happen in the future. ]
I don't know what I expected. [ A cold reading maybe? Not a poem, no. ]
It doesn't seem to say anything about my future.
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His smile might be awfully telling, glowing and wide. Chrollo speaks slowly, quietly, as if to share a secret.]
That is because a corpse has no future.
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He leans back in his seat, his hands clasped under his chin as he appraises the man in front of him. ]
Corpses don't hunger, don't thirst. I do.
[ Given what happened after he binged on some popcorn, he thinks maybe the need to eat might be a disadvantage in this world. ]
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Then you've sampled this island's offerings, I presume?
[Drugged, all of it. Very curious, much like the man in front of him.]
So long as you can continue to enjoy the finer things in life, like a good meal, your state of being doesn't matter. You are not the only man I've met who defies death so flagrantly, though you certainly are much more pleasant to speak to.
[And fortunately for Bruno, Chrollo has no intention of burying him six feet under. He'd rather keep him.]
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I don't have enough credits for a good meal, but what I've had has been-- [ he wrinkles his nose... how does one politely say drugged? ] -- I suppose I should be thankful that I have something to eat.
But perhaps it's safer if I only eat when it's necessary from now on.
[ Goodbye squid pasta and scallops, welcome back eating like he's living in poverty again. ]
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I spent much of my life eating whatever I had to in order to survive. From your response, I imagine your situation was not that different.
[Leaning forward, Chrollo sits his chin on steepled fingers.]
Do you have any family, Bruno? No matter the meal, food always tastes best in good company.
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Didn't you read it in my fortune, Mr. Fortuneteller? [ He's sure it had the word family in there. ]
I suppose you could call them my family. [ Famiglia, family. His gang members are closer to him than his one surviving blood relative. ] Eating together fosters camaraderie.
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[The creature that had assumed control of Chrollo's body had seen his fortune, as it had been the one to write it, but not Chrollo himself. Anything he might bring up now is purely based on speculation and observation.]
We have a similar tradition in my family. Of course, we don't always have a table to gather around.
...ah, actually, pardon me. I've yet to properly introduce myself. [Chrollo extends a hand to Bruno. Shaking hands is customary in much of his world, so perhaps the same holds true where Bruno hails from.] My name is Chrollo Lucilfer. If you prefer, you may call me Boss. My family does.
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[ He takes Chrollo's hand, gives him a firm but amicable handshake. Not too friendly, but not too businesslike either. He doesn't shake his hand for too long, and places his palms on the table when it's over.
Family? Boss? Sounds like a criminal organization to him, and that brings a little comfort from familiarity. ]
It's been a pleasure talking to you, Mr. Chrollo. [ No way is he calling him boss, he tried to kill his last one. ] My family calls me by name, I'm not that high up in the ranks.