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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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Anyone who says they don't have daddy issues generally has daddy issues. So, you're telling me you run around in a suit and fight bad guys? That should go over well here.
[Could he sense the irony? The sarcasm thick enough to walk on. The self deprecation? It was there.]
Sorry. Never heard of ... Waystar Royco? What's it known for?
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[Roman's irony senses are very finely-tuned! But that's a weird quip to be weird about, Matt.
He sighs at the non-recognition, feels like an idiot for a second, then catches up.]
Right now? Racist news-spots and endemic sexual harassment, mostly.
[And, without missing a beat:]
What about you, what's your "schtick?" Don't tell me you're like a fucking... space lawyer for elves.
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[Stark? Hello? Yeah, that wasn't going to be a good example, and he was pretty sure that Stark had a city's worth of daddy issues he perused through on his off time. Matt had some of his own, thank you.
He made a noncommittal sound at the mention of something along the lines of a bad political campaign movie, then tapped his cane.]
I'm a defense attorney in New York. Hell's Kitchen, specifically. I do a lot of pro bono work. Or barter- a lot of my clients keep me fed with amazing tamale recipes.
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Whatever, this conversation is stupid and for nerds.
[And then a pause over Matt's job description.]
Oh. Yeah, that sounds...important. Like a PD but they don't have to pay you, that's--tight.
[Believe it or not, that's Roman trying not to sound insulting.]
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[He had his own views on what Bruce Wayne would be doing if his parents hadn't been executed in front of him. Drugs off body parts wasn't along those lines, but then, Matt held his comic heros to a different standard.
But the nerd comment got a soft snort.]
It keeps the lights on. I get paid, but some of my clients aren't in a position to do more than barter. I'd rather help the innocent that need it and live off enchiladas and oranges for the month than demand payment that could force them out of the home I'm trying to help them keep. Plus, it's kind of the Catholic in me to take in hopeless causes.
[That's right, Romulus. He was a Catholic goody-two-shoes lawyer.]