TDM 002

[erkumods]

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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[ The anticipation that had kept him from moving first dissolves almost immediately into relief when Yennefer draws close and kisses him by way of greeting. This is what he'd hoped for, how he'd always wanted things between them to be. Less circling, less uncertainty; just comfort, familiarity, and love. Maybe things really will be like that going forward. Even here.

Given tacit permission, Geralt's hands settle at Yennefer's waist, creasing her black traveling clothes as his grip tightens. The way he kisses her is needy, ungentle. He only draws back when he feels the smooth fabric of her gloves rasping against his beard and the warmth of her hands beneath them. The sound of her speaking his name makes him want to lean in and kiss her again, but he stops himself when she continues.

For a moment he thinks she means her choker, but a glance at her neck shows him that there is indeed a true collar nestled beneath the dangling diamond star. His lips tick up at the corners as he reads the engraving on the tag, but wisely he refrains from commenting. Instead he hums his assent and reaches for the collar's clasp without hesitation. He doesn't question why she didn't simply remove it herself. She must have her reasons. Yennefer would never adorn herself with an accessory she hated of her own volition. The collar comes apart without ceremony in Geralt's hands, and he lifts it from her throat before securing it around his belt, ignoring the fact that it now marks him as being the lost bitch. The leather feels fine, and he can certainly repurpose it for something. ]

Must not have been here long, [ he reasons quietly. ] I'd have noticed all the magic.