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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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Thanks for the pro tip. [ enjoy the sarcasm. ] I think it's magically sealed. Tried to fuck it off. Didn't work. [ total bust. ]
You might wanna avoid those hornbots then. They're out snapping this shit on everyone who has a bare neck.
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( she wonders if there's some enchantment that requires a certain person to unlock the clasp. maybe any unfortunate soul that does becomes instantly horny and then the deleted scenes of 50 Shades play. yeah, okay, maybe that's a stretch, but she wouldn't put it past the place that had love dart plants zooming up for ever and an orgy on the very first day.
so, obviously, she does not offer to try and get it off for him. that would cost him another thing off his dispenser, anyway. )
Yeah, pass. Collar play was never my thing. And if I was, I wouldn't be the one in the collar. ( anyway, she narrows her eyes slightly and watches him try and struggle with his collarectomy. ) Any luck?
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apparently his dog tag has a "return to shinra" or some bullshit line like that on the back. no shinra employees here except for him, so he's kinda shit outta luck. ]
I can get behind collar play, but [ he glances at her through the reflective surface of the window. ] I prefer not being the one wearing it either.
[ now give him a second and— ] Got it, yo! Fuck yes. [ wrenching the sliced collar off of him, he examines his freed neck with a pleased smile. ] Thanks. [ he turns to hold the knife out to her. ] What's your name? I'm Reno.
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( she wouldn't mind him in a darker one, on his knees... to be fair, though, that's where Carmilla prefers all men. he seems to manage to finagle himself free without giving himself a knick, which she is at least a little impressed by. plenty of men couldn't even shave with a razor without cutting themselves, and he managed to remove a skintight collar without any errant slicing and dicing. seems like maybe he knows his way around a blade.
all the more reason it's better to have it back with her. she really hates being stabbed. she leans down to put it back in her boot, offering only a disinterested hmm at his gratitude. she doesn't want thanks, she wants shit out of his dispenser!!!
Reno, huh? her knife back in place she straightens again, pulling dark curly hair from where it fell in her face to look at him properly. ) Carmilla. I think I'll pull my favor once you've had a while to get settled. ( when she says that, she means once he's started getting his dick wet, because then she can get something better out of him. )
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he's kind of a thot. ]
Sure thing. [ ngl he's already gotten his dick wet by now, but he could use more time to get extra squares completed. after all, he still needs to look out for himself first and foremost. ] I'll contact you. [ at least he is a man of his words and he won't be making use of that dispenser until she gets her due first. ]
Anyway, [ now that he's free from the collar, he can turn his attention to other things — less aggravating things. ] I'll catch you around, Carmilla.
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what a gentleman. look, if he wants to get water or something, she's not gonna make the man starve. just... once he's got good shit on there, she's definitely going to take what she can. doesn't she deserve that, for being so helpful and gracious in this conversation? )
Don't keep a girl waiting too long, cutie. ( but with that, he is free to go. she'll wait for him to slip into her DMs... as long as he's timely about it. she never forgets a favor (owed to her. something she owes? never heard of it). )