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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 |
GASP a kaine nier1
It's not adorable, [ yang mutters, giving the collar one last useless tug before throwing her hands up in momentary defeat. ] And maybe it would, I don't know! Why would they even make us wear these in the first place? "Domesticated," my foot.
lmkdn it okay, it's all the same nightmare canon
Wouldn't bet on it.
[With that, she leapt from the pole, somersaulted in mid-air, and, finally, landed in front of Yang. It's... maybe a bit dramatic, but she likes to maintain the upper hand (the meaning of which changes moment to moment, but usually involves being cool and disaffected), and showing off was an important part of that.]
Collars are collars. [So helpful.] You put one on an animal to show you own it.
[Despite how casual she's trying to be, Kainé can't help but grit her teeth; she'd already shown more than a few robots what she thought of being labeled 'property', but her rage hadn't faded. Maybe more machine murder was called for?]
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Just because they made us come here doesn't mean they own us, [ she huffs. ] I'm sure not going to call myself anyone's property. [ just the thought of it makes her blood run hot, eyes flashing a deeper shade of red than before. ] If one of those things even tries to get close to me again....
no subject
Had.
Still, why commiserate when she could just be an asshole? It'd gotten her this far.]
You'll, what? Kick its ass? [She shrugs, as if that weren't her answer to everything, too.] Go ahead. Feels good. Just dont be surprised when more of the little bastards start crawling out of the woodwork.
[She'd learnt that the hard way... and acquired a veritable mountain of robotic 'corpses' in the process.]