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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[doesntpaint]

The thing about Tony is that he still has that juvenile streak in him: the one that causes him to make lewd glances and sometimes off-color jokes, but he's a husband and a father now, and he's also technically dead, so the combination of all of that (plus some other additional details) has somewhat helped mellow him out a little bit.

"You're probably thinking I don't look it, but I'm actually incredibly fast." Okay, so he's not totally above off-color jokes; but in all fairness, his statement can be interpreted a couple of different ways. "Granted, it's been awhile since I played tag with anyone." He chuckles lightly, figuring that she may or may not find that humorous. "Oh, these little guys?" He waves a careless hand at the marring on his skin. "It's essentially all healed up, nothing to worry about."

But he does as requested, figuring compliance might make her inspection easier.

[cadeuces]

In his defense, he's a pretty great husband and father. Not that Angela knows that. All she knows is that he looks like he's just been through the wringer and he's smiling at her in a hopeful-charming fashion to see where it gets him, as he is now, and the last thing she'd do is rebuff him for it.

And besides, his joking gets her to laugh. Her fingertips are cool to the touch where they rest up under his chin to keep his head up, where the curve of her smile is still in his peripheral.

"It's been a while for me, too. If you're ever in the mood to give chase, let me know and we can see who will win, then. But first, this collar."

His attempts to waylay her concern for the scarring only earns him an unimpressed glance and a little shake of the head before she presses a careful palm to his scarred cheek. Endlessly gentle, really, and feather-light.

"I can assure you that telling a doctor not to worry about something won't work. And they're still fresh. I'm sure it's still quite tender. I should have some cream you can apply to help keep the skin from growing too taut. Now, let's see here—" The glow of pink from their devices speaks to compatibility as she touches him, soft palm to burn scarring, but the shimmer about the buckle of his collar might as well be a magic barrier. No matter how she pinches or pulls at it, it isn't budging. Eventually she just has to give up and shake her head, looking apologetic.

"—No give, I'm sorry."