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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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As for the cleared obstacle of acquiring the right gear, Jess puts that on the Augur, not him. It makes more sense than the alternative. It's what he died in. ]
That getup is someone's kinky shit, guaranteed. [ Useful for an anonymity square, among others. From a practical angle, she doesn't see the logic. No nurses, journalists or fellow lawyers to protect. Wearing it for his own peace of mind? She's the last person to begrudge him that. ]
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Do you really have a problem with it, or do you just like giving me shit about it?
[He suspected the latter. Horn head, the scarf comment, and everything else she'd flung at him about trying to keep his identity limited to a few, it hadn't been vehement. More sarcastic, which fell in line with everything he knew about her. He rested his head on the arm that was braced on the back of the couch, then let out a sigh.]
It's not exactly set up to be kinky. Unless you find not getting stabbed a turn on.
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That's on here, actually. [ Jess waggles her wrist, indicating the Futurama-esque bracelet and the A5 program within. Now that she mentions it, her eyes fall to his bracelet, which appears exactly the same. Surely there's a cleverly concealed speaker or headphone jack. Please be a headphone jack. ]
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I haven't exactly tinkered with it. The, ah, robotic assistants around here weren't too helpful with figuring it out, and they don't seem to have braille on them. I know it's working. I know there's buttons, but whatever it showed, I can't see.
[For all that he could 'see', he had limitations. He might be able to pick up depressions written on paper, but a frequently used notepad would have too much overlap for him to pick out anything useful. TVs and movie screens were about light shows, and while he could hear it working and the electricity used to power it, the change in light wasn't perceptible to him. Holographs worked the same way. He hadn't found a headphone jack on his, but even if he had, he had no headphones. Boohoo his life, Jessica. Poor blind lawyer.]
I can figure out how to, ah, access a call? Make one. Receive. But someone else mentioned a card. You want to poke around on it?
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You play that card a lot? [ Asking attractive women for a helping hand. She's never seen him in action but she can imagine it without any trouble. It could make for a decent date, visiting a museum and learning about his companion as well as the art. Instances like that, he wouldn't be embellishing anything. She's more interested in if he plays it up in situations his senses compensate for, flirting on easy mode to tide over the touch-starved.
Jess nonetheless accepts, taking his wrist in one hand and accessing the interface with the other. Personally, she likes her card to be private, but her preference is immaterial. After the random TMI glitch, there was no way to know who in town had read jjones's dirty laundry list.
"Please be a headphone jack" was for his sake. She is absolutely game to exploit his ignorance for more teasing ammo. ]
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[He can hear her moving, feel her fingers around his wrist. He could try to memorize where she's pushing, but really, he's just enjoying being around someone he considers a friend. New place, new threats, new day- same Jessica Jones. Besides, for all that his world's gone to shit in so many ways, there's something to be said for just being able to sit and breathe.
If she winds up finding his card, a few things might pop out at her: Bondage; Spanking, paddling; Obedience; Fighting, wrestling... Yup. Fine. Either the card guessed really well, or he was more transparent about his things than he knew.
Still, he couldn't see what she could, so he waited with that innocent look while she fiddled with his wrist unit.]
Anything?
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But if she's ever in a position to wingman him, she'll enjoy salting that game. ]
Plenty. Bondage, fighting, spanking. [ She drones with the aplomb of someone rattling off a grocery list. She glosses over "obedience" though she can hazard a guess at what side of the equation he'd be on and she has no problem with it. She also guesses that as the obedient party, he'd still be a smarmy shitheel. ]
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...
[His mouth worked, but nothing came out and he had to cough and lick his lips to try again.]
I'm sorry is that... what is that?
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Jess relinquishes his wrist. She's read every one of his squares but she won't rub it in unless he wants her to dictate them to him. ]
Because I guess not all sex energy is made equal.
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[If he hadn't taken off his glasses, he'd be adjusting them at the moment. For now, he was leaning back against the sofa and fiddling with his tie. Matt Murdock was a fidgeter. And he was trying very hard to wrap his head around... well, all of this.]
What, like... some kind of pink bunny?
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I told you, I don't know how it works. But you do something that's on your card, the smart-bracelet can tell. [ It can't be simple pulse monitoring. Any sex will ramp your heart rate up, as well as scores of other activities. These devices can differentiate one sexual act from another. ] It gets marked off.
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He sits there and tries to mull over her words. Sex bracelets, monitoring, robots, energy, and all of them stuck here to what purpose he hasn't yet figured out. A sigh, and his hand comes up to rub over his face.]
And then what?
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[ Each word is couched in its own set of sarcastic airquotes. Because, for whom? The robots? They're robots. The computer's a computer. There are no citizens of this city that appears to have been built for, if not by, humans. No remains, no corpses or bones, that she's found or that anyone else has mentioned. ]
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[Yes, because for a guy that dated someone who was a living weapon and was now undead and he hung out with another guy that was bulletproof and some punk kid that punched things with his glowing fist of glory... proof was clearly high up on his list of necessaries.
He realized how ridiculous it sounded, but it all sounded utterly nonsensical.]
And if people don't play along?
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[ She leans forward and picks her water back up. The glass is empty and set down again as he poses his second question. ]
I don't know. [ She swallows the last dregs of water left in her mouth. Admitting the truth is also admitting she's "played along" herself. It wasn't her intention but it qualified, according to her A5. ] Maybe that's why they grabbed you. [ And the other clueless newbies wandering out of the hospital. ]
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As for the judgement she was worried about; never coming. Not from him. Jessica was refreshing to him in a variety of ways. She was comfortable in her sexuality without being the type to shove it in places it wasn't welcome. If they hadn't crossed paths the way they had and he'd met her someplace else, he'dve found her intriguing. What he could see of her through his world on fire view spoke of a very generous mouth. He was glad his eyes didn't fix on anything, otherwise he might have been caught staring. Besides, Foggy would be the first to talk about all of Matt's 'conquests'. It was mildly embarrassing, but he knew it was done with affection, so he let it slide. There wasn't a malicious bone in Franklin Nelson's body.
Her suggestion, however, has his tongue coming out to wet his lips.]
They grabbed me because of what- none of you were playing smash the nookie noodles together to their liking? Seems counterproductive.
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[ Good lord, Matt. The further he gets from four letters, the more perverted it becomes.
Jess ignores the glass of water he's offering back to her and slumps back against the couch. ]
Or they think it's not the right mix of people. More partners for us to choose from, quantity over quality. I haven't taken a poll. The only part I can wrap my head around is the abduction itself, and that's barely. [ The Chitauri invaded through a giant portal in the sky. She accepts that those are possible and that the teleporter could be a smaller version of the same phenomenon. But their weapons and ships weren't powered by sex, she assumes, and nothing here resembles the aesthetic of their ships or soldiers. ]
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He sipped at his water instead, resting it on his thigh as he gave a shrug.]
More things to worry about. Even just taking the pair of us into consideration.
[They both probably have quantity under their belt.]
I, ah... I didn't get a good handle on how I got here. I don't think my head really cleared until I was out in the street here, so I can't really say anything about the how of getting here.
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She rests her head on the back of the couch, awaiting his next question, or silence as her previous answers sink in. ]
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Do they have specific housing here? Any no-go zones?
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[ He told her he could sense plants in what was a wasteland, so, plants. Jess would have to wander there later and see if the robots ventured beyond city limits to fight the flora or if they'd given up. Not infrequently, she thought about packing her bag with rations and seeing how far she can get. But that's suicide and she's not that low. She could scrape up some survival skills from other people here for when she is. ]
I'd say the odds of survival out there are worse, if it's overgrown. Even the plants are pervy.
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[She'd mentioned something, and he wondered if that was part of that aliveness he picked up from them. Or if she was just pulling his leg. Who knew with her?]
Define 'free for all'. If I'm going to be stuck here for the foreseeable future, I don't want to step on any toes. Yet.
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The buildings are all empty. People are making shelter anywhere that's not completely caved in. Cafes, stores, offices. [ Possibly actual apartment buildings and houses. ]
Just listen for signs of life. Or smells of life. Like sheets too new to be covered in a thousand years of dust. [ She exaggerates the number but could in fact be underselling it. ]
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Not that he'd tell her where he was camping out at first. He still had to go get his duffel bag he'd stashed, find a new hidey hole in whatever new place he decided to make his. At least he wouldn't be bothered by colors.]
You think that's how long this place has been empty? Or is that a Jonesism?
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[ She's no archaeologist. The damage and dilapidation certainly isn't recent. But given the state of the weather, it could have accrued within no more than decades. Records of the destruction have yet to be uncovered. Not so much as a shred of a newspaper headline under some rubble. Jess would take that as a consolation prize, while she was out scavenging for booze or supplies. No dice. ]
Could ask the Augur, it's always up. I don't see any reason to trust it though.
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