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TDM 002
| 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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Zentradi? You know, 50-foot-tall aliens? Had a big war with humans around the turn of the milennium, not bad once you get to know them?
Seriously, this isn't ringing any bells?
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[ Although, hey, they both had wars that killed a LOT of people. It's just that the one Elle knows about was human-on-human action. ]
Which-which millennium?
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This really isn't ringing any bells? Seriously? It's the most defining moment in modern human history.
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[ Well BC wouldn't make sense. ]
...yeah, there's definitely - I mean, if we're both in this place that obviously isn't... normal - uh. ...wow, yeah. I bet you don't know about the One Year War then either.
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Sheryl tilts her head to the side, and it's her turn to stare unrecognizingly at the term.]
Never heard of it. There's the Unification Wars, and Space War I with the Zentradi, but neither of those was just a year.
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...not that either of these girls actually know anything about that. ]
You uh... you'd sure have heard of it. There's no way we're from anywhere close to the same... point in time, at least? Right?
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So... if we're in space where you come from, but you don't know the Zentradi, then. [Sheryl looks at the other girl, then shrugs.] Got me.
Unless it's some sort of "thousands and thousands of years later, humans rebuilt and forgot everything of their spacefaring ways" story. But preventing that's why we left Earth in the first place.
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Uh, yeah, we kinda just... invented it ourselves? I guess. No one's told me about any alien technology anyways, but I don't think I skipped that much school.
Ssso.