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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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The only reason he's here at the races is because he, like many of the other new arrivals, is scoping out every bit of this new land. There isn't much, which is disturbing. But there's this, apparently.
And now, there's an attractive woman bending over and putting her... ample bosom on display. While normally this would get a flustered reaction out of him, he's just about had it with the sexual overtones of this place. He barely gives her a glance. ]
I'm not interested in your services. Try the desperate-looking one in row 5.
[ He's mistaken her for... a hooker.
It's an honest mistake in a place like this?! ]
Besides, you're barking up the wrong tree if you think I have any money. [ None. Nada. Zilch. ] Or interest in this nonsense.
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She stares at Percival as if he'd slapped her.] My... services?
[Eyes flash with indignation as she glares daggers at him.] Who the hell do you think you're speaking to? I'm a singer, not some whore!
Men would kill for a private performance from Sheryl Nome! And you-- how dare you?! [She says, jabbing a finger at his chest.]
hey i hope you app and they smash
Am I supposed to care about who you are? In case you haven't noticed, we're trapped in some sort of sex-crazed hellscape, so I've got more important matters to deal with.
[ From the looks of it, she's a new arrival too, but their goals are completely different. This is no time for dillydallying and falling into this world's distractions. ]
If you aren't going to help investigate, step aside.
hatesex is fun
Sheryl steps forward; she's not a particularly short woman, but he's still got a good 15 cm or so on her. If it intimidates her, she doesn't show it.]
What "investigating" do you think you're doing? You're watching the race! Don't act all high and mighty when you're doing the same thing as everyone else.
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Or worse, talking to himself?
The scowl on his face remains, and though his voice remains irate, he lowers it. He breaks her gaze and looks over her shoulder. ]
The man in a blue suit and the woman in the white dress in row 2 have been placing the highest bets thus far, mostly against each other. It can be safely assumed that someone with money to throw away on frivolous competition in such a barren wasteland of a city is likely someone worth looking into. A person with valuable knowledge or some power, at least.
[ Why is he sharing this with her? More than a desire to defend his presence here (which he definitely feels, don't get him wrong), perhaps he wants someone to listen. Sheryl is the first person to approach him, given how unfriendly and cold he comes across. ]
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[She holds up one finger.] One, you don't know that. They could have just come into some money, or might just be bad with theirs. Compulsive gamblers don't always make wise choices.
[She knows show biz, and that means she's met some unsavory types, after all.
She adds a second finger.] Two, let's say you're right. What're you gonna do about it? Hoping to find a big shot to suck up to?
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If the robots that accosted us are to be believed, it's likely that they may just be highly sexually active.
[ He tries to say this matter-of-factly, but a bit of color rises to his cheek. Ugh, what a clusterfuck of a place he's found himself in. ]
Either way, it isn't much, but it's a lead of some sort. I expect they'll become more uninhibited with what they say as the excitement escalates, and I will tail one or both.
[ But he can't follow two people at he same time? hmm. ]
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Though her expression mirrors his, in terms of the slight color to her cheeks.] Maybe they are. Good for them.
[She looks down at the pair, then back at him.] So what, you're going to follow them and... rob them? Kiss up to them for a job?
What's your endgame?
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[ If all else failed, at least he tried. And he'd keep trying, because like hell he'd stay in a place that collared him up and told him he had to fulfill some perverse bingo card. Percival looks back to her and huffs. ]
Clearly, you're not versed in matters of reconnaissance.
[ He was doing so well, too, talking to her somewhat civilly. The initial animosity is gone, at least, since she's made him consider new ideas. The horn goes off for the start of another race. ]
No matter. As you can plainly see, I'm not just watching a horde of overgrown chickens run around in a circle. Not exactly what I'd call quality entertainment.
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[She asks, mimicking his tone of voice rather well, actually.
It's not a bad plan, though.] That's not a bad idea, though. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, but you've gotta learn what the Romans do first, right? There's just one problem with that.
[Again, she jabs a finger at his chest, though this is less accusatory and more just... pointing at him.] You. Stand. Out.
You're taller than most people here, you're built like a wrestler, and you're so stiff I could hang my laundry on you to dry. If you try to follow them, they'll be spooked off in a minute.