TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES

[erkumods]

TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES

Alert: New login detected. Uploading user data to environmental systems. . . please wait. Augmentations c̴̦͋o̷͓̺̘̓m̸̮̈̾́p̸̻̃l̵̠̱̤̅e̷̢̧̺͐̃̽t̸͈̓ḙ̴͙̓͘. Proceed . . .? Y/N > Y Your eyes blink open to the blinding glare of overhead lights and the sight of a pair of glassy mechanical eyes boring into your own. The face above yours moves like liquid mercury, forming an approximation of a figure that you recognize and trust implicitly: a friend, a loved one, a caretaker. Perhaps even a god or a goddess. From its lips fall the patterns of a language that is strange and robotic, and yet familiar to you: Everything is fine. Welcome to the N̵̩̈́̓ä̶͇́͂͘m̸̠͒e̴̞̻̾ͅl̷̹̄͝ḙ̷̺͗s̵̳͊̀ṣ̵̱̚ͅ ̶̧͒̄Í̴͔s̵̡̛̺̍̓ļ̵̥͖̄͛͌ḁ̸̳̟̒́n̵̻͑́͗d̴̩͕̰̂̊̔ Darkness overtakes you once again. I. Arrival When you awake, you find you have washed up on the otherworldly pink sands of an impossibly beautiful beach, the tropical scenery spoiled only slightly by your seasickness. New arrivals, waterlogged and covered in sand, will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed! Feel free to explore the Island, all is available for your use. Stake your claim on a place to live in the now, whether an apartment in the City, a shack on the beach, or a bigger space at the House of Worship with friends. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each arrival's home. II. Tropical Snow The Augur hasn't forgotten your festive needs, Islanders! Though the Island weather remains sunny and tropical, a powdery snow has begun to fall from blue skies, collecting into pristine piles overnight. Fortunately, unlike some other snowstorms Islanders might have experienced, this one won't freeze you. In fact, the temperature of the powder is perfectly pleasant, even though everything else about it is exactly as one might remember from white holidays past. It even sticks together nicely, making it absolutely perfect for snowballs, forts, and sculptures, and the 'bots encourage Islanders to enjoy this little treat from the Augur for the limited time that it will last. Even robots pelted by snowballs will chirp cheery encouragements. It is, however, a little slippery… and a bit tacky. And sweet? Catching snowflakes on your tongue has never been so rewarding. III. It Came From Above In addition to the Island's traditional cherub dragon helpers, Islanders may notice a newcomer to the skies above: these zippy little drones, which flit about playfully and broadcast festive songs from Islander memories whilst they assist the dragonets in decorating the hospital and other public buildings in wintery colors and charming strings of lights. Make sure you mind your head, because the more mischievous of the drones have minds of their own when it comes to decorating sometimes! If you're looking a little dour, you might become the next surface wrapped up in lights and tinsel. Maybe even with someone else, for pleasant company of course! Oh, and those mistletoe bots? They seem to pick targets at will, locking on and hovering overhead until their victim new friend gives someone a kiss. It's not unusual for a mistletoe bot to take a real shine to one Islander in particular, following them all day long. If asked for assistance with a drone, Island robots will helpfully inform you that the drones make excellent pets! Just be sure to pick one that doesn't bite. IV. Sticky Circumstances The robots may have made a veeerryy slight miscalculation. As time passes, the mysteriously room-temperature snow that blankets the Island begins to… well, melt. Except, it doesn't melt into water. What results instead from this well-meaning experiment is a slippery, sticky, sweet substance just like icing sugar… but everywhere. On the sidewalks, on the buildings, sliding in globs off the leaves of every palm tree. While it may taste good, and pests like ants are never a problem in paradise, it's quite a nuisance! Robots will offer credits for assistance in clean-up, rewarding especially handsomely as the mess seems to gunk up their joints. With enough help from Islanders and drones, the mess could be cleaned up within the week! If an Islander would rather just enjoy their Island-wide slip and slide, however? The 'bots won't fault them. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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Gunji | Togainu No Chi | ota

[fooouuundyou]

I. Arrival

Washing up on the shore wasn't so bad, really. Gunji had woken up in worse places than this before, let's be real. If anything, he was mostly concerned that his metal claws were missing! And... So were his partners in crime as a matter of fact.

" OI!!! Oiiiii~ Old man! 'the hell are ya, ha?!"

Shaking like a dog, his dirty blond hair lashing out before poofing up a little, still covering the hint of blue eyes underneath very shaggy overgrown bangs. Gunji's tongue hung out long and lewd from his lips as he concentrated on gathering his bearings and taking in his surroundings.

That's when it all took a turn for the worse. The moment one of the little helper robots came zooming towards him, Gunji automatically and wrongly so, assumed it was an ambush! Leaping into action, nimble like a flea, the blond sprung into action! Diving on the machine's back and pummeling it until his bare knuckles were bloody and cut and the poor robot's head was clean off its shoulders.

"Kya-ha~!! C'mon! Keep movin'! Don't die on me yet y'hear!"

And there he was, riding the fritzing and smoking robots body down the beach like some kind of fucked up rodeo. Careful he doesn't bump into you, he's not exactly paying attention.

II. Tropical Snow

Sitting in the middle of the street, head tipped back and tongue hanging out, trying to catch sweet and tasty snowflakes on the tip. Gunji likes this kinda snow! It's soft and warm and boy does it taste good!

Like the overgrown child he is, the blond can be found making dick-shaped sandcastles when he's not laying on his back, blocking the path as he makes snow angels. And if you give him a disapproving look? Well then, you can guarantee that's a snowball heading your way. Just be careful, as he's got one helluva throw on him!

"Think fast dipshit!"

III. It Came From Above

Gunji is smitten with the adorable little bots! Taking his hoody off and trying to catch one or two of them as they flit by, humming out songs, though they sound slightly off considering Gunji doesn't recall the words correctly to most of them.

After giving up on his futile attempts at catching one for himself, it seems he himself has been caught! Wrapped up tight in pretty twinkling lights and sparkly tinsel. Kinda unlucky for you though isn't it? What, with being tangled up in the blinking lights with him. Don't mind him breathing heavily in your ear as he's all but hypnotized by the changing colors of bulbs that dangle around your shoulders.

" Soooooo fuckin' pretty~ All red like a bunnies eyes~"

III

[himbosupreme]

Well, looks like Cain was the lucky guy. At least being tied up together in a bunch of lights solved the problem of touching someone to see them, so he just blinked a couple times instead.

"I gotta admit, I've never really seen lights like these either. They're really festive!" They would probably look better if Cain wasn't the one strung up in them at least, and he tried to wiggle. That solved absolutely nothing except wedging him closer to the other man.

"Not very comfortable though..is it looser on your side?"

[fooouuundyou]

Being bound to Gunji isn't exactly what some would call lucky, y'know? Then again, at least he seems to be entertained by the pretty twinkling lights for now at least.

"Ehhhh? What's festive 'bout them?" Gunji asked, his voice loud, the words drawn out, right beside his fellow captive's ear. That's when the sniffing started. His nose pressed against the pretty colored hair as he inhaled deeply, smiling like a fool. Gunji wasn't the smartest of crayons in the pack, easily distracted and simple-minded.

"Comfortable? What's the fun in being comfortable all the time!?" With that said, the blonde took what slack there was in the wires, giving them a harsh tug only to tighten them, forcing the two of them even closer together.

gunji pls that tickles

[himbosupreme]

Well, Cain was probably less wierded out than some people with the types he hung out with, but he was still going a little red as the other man basically started sniffing him like a dog. Guy kind of reminded him of Mithra...

"Well, I mean-I like to-hey, that tickles-I like to meet people when I'm not tied to them by force...It's not gonna be very pleasant if it goes on any longer." Then the guy probably wouldn't be very happy anymore. At least he seems to be enjoying himself now? "You shouldn't-ah-"

Oh, now it's starting to get painful and Cain ended up with his face inches away from the man as he struggled with the lights. "Please wait for a moment before you strangle us both."

II. Tropical Snow

[curriculumachine]

This snow is weird, and Akira doesn't want to be out in it long. The singing robot droids are irritating and he's been avoiding this whole mess of festivities. However, he needed something from his van, parked last downtown by the tattoo parlour. He doesn't look up from his feet until he's close to where he left it and it's then that he stops dead in his tracks. Beyond the van, out in the middle of the street is a familiar man. One Akira never expected to see again. His fingers shake and he drops his keys, but doesn't make any move to pick them up, staring at Gunji in some kind of stupor until the snowball hits him in the face. He hadn't even registered it in time to duck. The snow slides down and plops at his feet.

[fooouuundyou]

Gunji sat there in the snow, legs spread out in a V shape, palms planted firmly on the floor between them, head cocked aside so most of that dirty blonde hair of his hung to the side, his piercing blue eyes only just peeping through the mess of bangs as he watched. There was a moment of simply staring back at Akira as the snowball slipped down his face before slumping onto the ground before him.

" Nyaaah-ha ha ha!" The loud, obnoxious laughter came blaring out from his wide-open mouth, a finger raised and pointing towards the frozen form of Akira where he stood, seemingly startled gormless. Rocking back and forth in his amusement, seeing his mark hit its target perfectly. "Didn't see that commin' did'ya, huh?!" He snorted out, already scooping up and cupping another handful of snow ready to press into a ball. Not quite realizing who it was he'd launched an attack on, it had been a while since he'd seen him last after all.

II

[bheithbeo]

What else are you supposed to do when the sky opens up and starts dropping goddamn sugar everywhere? Why it'd just be irresponsible not to do his part to make sure as much of it doesn't melt on the ground as possible, of course. That could make a big sticky mess, and for once in his life, he's just at loathe to let so much of it hit the sand.

It's a lot less enjoyable to eat when it's half melted and full of fucking sand. Granted, it definitely doesn't look like he's putting too much effort to catch all of it, having decided to opt for the most effective route of grabbing grapefruit sized handfuls to munch on. He'd been content, for a little bit anyway, to marvel at the novelty of it all and eat his weight in sugar. Up until the point where a big sloppy handful of it was suddenly whipped at his face.

The response was more of an instantaneous reaction, like a chunk of pure potassium being tossed into a cup of water. In the blink of an eye, his own half eaten ball of sugarsnow was whipped at Gunji with all the vicious intent of a major league pitcher trying to beanball a batter right into the gates of heaven. Because there's no kill like overkill and if it doesn't hurt it doesn't count.

cw: blood?

[fooouuundyou]

Exactly! This guy gets it! Gunji had eaten his fill of the stuff and was borderline on the brink of either making himself sick or diabetic. It just tastes too good to waste, that is until he realized if you warmed it a little in your hands, it became tacky and perfect for molding into balls and other shapes.

Feeling mischievous as always, it was almost kinda impossible to ignore the guy, standing there, just asking for a faceful of the sweet white stuff. When the hit connected, oh man, it was hilarious! Gunji closed his eyes, doubling over with one arm wrapped around his stomach as he laughed- too bad he didn't get to enjoy his prank for longer.

It was like being hit by a force of nature, the blow that had Gunji's head cracking back on his neck, almost clean off his shoulders. The impact numbed him for a moment, nothing, no movement whatsoever, just the sensation of pressure across the bridge of his nose and eyes. Plip, plip, plip. The soft sound of fresh blood dripping from the blonde's nose into the white-covered ground beneath him.

"Huuh?" He blinked, sniffing harshly, trying to suck the leaking blood back up into his nose, only to spit a handful of it out, staining the white a vibrant red instead. "Oi! Nice shot dickhead! Lookit what you did, ehh!?" As the blood all but pissed out from his nose, Gunji already started to scoop up more of the snow, maybe even mixing a little gravel in with it too, for added pleasure and all that.

I

[zunge]

Well, that was a first. Not everyone liked the robots, himself included, but seeing someone attacking them was something he'd never seen before. Noiz stopped to turn and watch with unabashed curiosity. The blond looked soaking wet, probably a recent arrival. When he and his malfunctioning robotic "steed" came too close Noiz stepped out of the way and flicked his gaze to keep following.

"If you're trying to fill the 'mechanical' square you're doing it wrong." No, he didn't think this was remotely related to completing a square. It was just the first remotely witty thing to come to mind to comment on. He wasn't about to tell someone to play nice with the robots. That rough treatment was at this dude's own discretion. If he wound up getting consequences for it later that was his own problem.

[fooouuundyou]

Really? No one had thought to jump the little beeping brats before? Gunji would find that hard to believe. Still, if he is the first to do so, then he's gonna feel pretty proud of that fact!

Ridding the robot down the beach, Gunji yanked on a few loose wires that were now on display, helping to kinda control what direction the poor little fella moved in, laughing and smirking at the other blonde as they passed him, only just missing him by a fraction.

"The fuck you talkin' bout, neh?" Gunji called back at the stranger, giving a tug this way and that to make the broken robot turn and head back in the other male's direction once more. Seeing as the droid was already starting to slow, Gunji figured it wasn't gonna last much longer, might as well ride it till it expires though, even if it drew the attention of those in charge here, shit, it wasn't as if he cared about getting in trouble and besides! He was planning on shirking any responsibility on the first person he met anyway, sooooo.

Cho Hakkai | Saiyuki | OTA | GEN & NSFW Allowed

[8chohakkai8]

I. Familiar Climate Bringing Back Familliar Feelings

It had been months since Hakkai had stepped out of the Tenabrae simulation system for, well, reasons. And considering how convoluted his situation seemed to be becoming, he thought it was perhaps best to take a break and reacquaint himself once more to Erku's central city. But it most certainly came as quite the surprise when he walked onto the island proper only to see what appeared to be snow falling from the sky.

"Goodness, has it been that long already?" The man, draped in the oddest mix of furs and modern clothing, held his hand up to his brow as he looked up over the smooth white terrain.

It was strange, though. It was a bit chilly out, perhaps, but Hakkai certainly did not feel like it was cold enough for snow. In fact. Even the snow didn't seem to be that cold? But at the same time, it brought a strange wave of nostalgia with it. How many times had he had to traverse in such similar weather? At least this wasn't as mountainous.

"Ahahah, I suppose I have to go through this a bit more. At least it's not too far from town." It was probably best he finally found his way towards the medical facilities, at least to get his eye looked over. "It would be nice to stay under a roof for once. A shame, though. I doubt I can find a sukiyaki pot in Erku by any conventional means."

Today would have been a great day to make some.

II. At Least It Seems Dragons And Drones Are Compatible As Pets?

Hakkai was more than happy to find himself settling back into the modern decor of Erku. It was a nice change from what he had adjusted himself to over these many months. And now that he finally had his eye tended to, he was able to walk around without that pesky eye patch again.

Better so-- It meant he could drive! He had never taken his Jeep around for a stroll through the city streets until this point, and with the relaxingly warm snowy weather and the various lights and tinsel that decorated overhead, he thought there was no better time! Or so he thought--

But for some reason, it seemed he had a guest on his journey. A small drone buzzed overhead, following the vehicle around everywhere he went. At first, it had him paranoid. He was wondering what chaos could follow such a strange flying machine. But then he caught what was dangling from it. His eyes were wide as he rolled the vehicle to a stop. His hand came to his mouth as he chuckled softly, something that anyone else could barely hear over the blaring music that played on the cars cassette player.

"I see, so I'm being targeted, am I? Or perhaps it's after you?" He said out loud. Wait. Was he saying that to his car? Because it currently looked like he was talking to his car.

III. We Got Ourselves Into Quite The Mess, Didn't We Boys?

He didn't mean to cause such a stir. But it seemed as the day got later, the 'snow' was doing an adequate job of making a mess out of things. He was trailing back to his base apartment when he began to notice how his Jeep was slowing down. It didn't take long for him to realize what may have been the case.

It was halfway on his way back that he found himself a bit, well... stuck. More specifically, his ride was now half-submerged in a slippery wet puddle of sweet white gunk. And he ended up moderately covered in it himself to boot. Despite his usual ability to get out of the situation, pushing his car out was difficult simply because of how slippery he was. And the Jeep certainly seemed to be a little too worked up to get itself out on its own. It seemed to be making rather strange chirping noises during the whole procedure.

"I'm sorry, Jeep. It seems we're going to have to draw some attention to ourselves for this," The car made another strange noise, almost as if it were responding to the sad commentary. Hakkai, meanwhile, seemed to be looking out towards the street, searching for someone, hell, anyone who may be willing to get them out of this. "Ah! Yes! Um! Excuse me! You wouldn't happen to be free for a moment, would you?"

Would you mind helping this sticky sloppy man get his poor car out of this?

IV. WILDCARD!

((OOC: Have an idea you wish to throw at Hakkai? Want to plot something out? Feel free to do so by placing a top-level here, messaging me, or contacting me at chohakkaifan -or- Discord User Name chohakkaifan#5971 !))

ii.

[hasitsthorns]

How long has it been since she heard actual music that wasn't coming from her speakers? While her life used to be a practical symphony, Erku has been unsettlingly quiet in the way of the music she had grown to love. So, of course, she's immediately drawn to the source of it.

"I think it likes you both," she chimes in. Even though he wasn't speaking to her, Rose is already stepping up to the side of the stopped vehicle. Her own new pet drone - adorned in adorable antlers and dangling mistletoe - also buzzes up and beeps. He sticks a piece of tinsel on the hood of the car before turning back to Rose as if to ask 'good job?'

"It's beautiful, Dickens," she says, to the drone, before turning her attention back to this car's owner. That music. It's the most she's felt at home in nearly three months. "Nice ride, dude. And nice tunes."

Bwah! So Sorry! Thought I responded to this! /sob

[8chohakkai8]

At first, Hakkai was a bit bewildered! Seeing not one but suddenly two of the interesting flying machines now following him and his Jeep around, a hint of amusement took hold as he watched the car slowly get what appeared to be a seasonal makeover.

The tinsel was a surprisingly cute effect. Perhaps Hakkai should think of going all out with the seasonal cheer? Would his Jeep appreciate that?

"Ahah, I must say. It's not often you find someone who can appreciate hard rock in Erku," Offering a polite smile, Hakkai peaked over to the approaching stranger. "You called it a dickens, did you?"

Was that what it was called? Given how Erku was, he would not be surprised by the name. But instead, he decided to concentrate on the matter at hand. He was relieved that he wasn't the only one being followed. Was this just a thing that was happening now? His stalking drone seemed to buzz to life as it circled hers with exaggerated glee.

"...Huh."

Interesting. Did the robots have personalities? Were they greeting each other?

Xiao Xingchen | Mo Dao Zu Shi | current player

[blindforlove]

I.

[Xiao Xingchen doesn't expect the pleasant lack of cold, nor the sugary scent that compels him to lick a snowflake off the tip of his finger. Only afterwards did it occur to him that this might have the familiar aphrodisiac (something that should be a reflexive thought by now) but he feels nothing other than the pleasant sensation of sweetness on his tongue.

With a light laugh, he puts aside his umbrella and holds up a hand to catch more of the snow in his free hand. This is just utterly bizarre. Yet somehow, after the storm from before, it feels like a sign of things getting better. He's surely a fool to believe that, and yet...

To anyone under a nearby awning or lingering in a doorway:]

Don't worry. The snow is really not cold at all.


II.

[By the front of a cafe, a small cake - fluffy with layers of fruit and cream - sits on a small table, sweet snow gathering atop it.

The freshly baked scent may tempt passersby. Perhaps they can say they thought it was a free sample. Though after not too long, the bell on the cafe's door will jingle as the owner steps out to check on the cake...]


Wildcard

II

[noneforyou]

[ Ever since that ride in the boat a month ago, Xue Yang has been thinking.

He expected Xiao Xingchen to come home that night after settling down and realizing what Xue Yang had said was true, but he hadn't. Nor the next night either. He hasn't left entirely; he's still there at the cafe sometimes, so Xue Yang couldn't understand why he isn't understanding the situation after it had been explained to him. Surely it doesn't have anything to do with that stupid idea of "love" that Xiao Xingchen had mentioned, right?

But this obviously isn't working the way he'd expected it to, and thus, he's been thinking.

The first object he left was a dildo about the same size and shape as Xue Yang's own cock. It's a reminder of just how good he's made Xiao Xingchen feel, and even if Xiao Xingchen uses it for its intended purpose, there's no way it compares to the real thing. But that didn't work. The second was a tentacle-shaped dildo, not as large as one of the ones he knows Xiao Xingchen has, but still reminding him that Xue Yang has given him all sorts of experiences he's enjoyed. The third was a collar with a leash, the only time he'd brought him as Xue Yang into the cafe. The fourth was a riding crop, that strange experience shared between them that Xue Yang still didn't really understand what happened, but he thinks Xiao Xingchen enjoyed it.

Xue Yang is coming back with his fifth object, one of the body cages, when he notices the cake sitting outside the cafe. If he thought about it a bit more he probably would have realized what it's doing outside, especially since he's already partaken in a good amount of eating the snowflakes himself, but all he can connect it to is the harness held in his hand and the string of items left for Xiao Xingchen up to this point.

Obviously, this cake was left out for him by Xiao Xingchen in the same way.

There's no chair to sit on and no utensils to use but neither of those bother him. He's not the sort to waste time taking the cake back home either. Xue Yang tucks the body cage into his sleeve, takes a small chunk of the cake directly in hand, and eats it. It's sweet, just as good as the usual cafe cakes but with the extra addition of snowflake icing improving it even more. He goes for a second chunk and the door opens just as he gets it into his mouth. ]

[blindforlove]

[cw: sex swapping, as usual with these cafe threads

Out of the door steps Xiao Xingchen, transformed into his other form as he usually is while here, in yet another outfit that blends in with the new setting. Many of the details on the gossamer threads seem to resemble golden, delicate spun sugar.

If he was any less graceful, the sight that greets him at the table could just about knock him over.

Xue Yang, surely here to leave one of his "gifts" again. Clearly he'd been too distracted to hurry away afterwards this time...

This shouldn't warrant Xiao Xingchen's openly bewildered reaction that he can't shake, eyes wide and jaw slack as he stands rooted to the spot as his gaze turns between Xue Yang's cream-covered fingers and face. Just—something about this situation is just too unbelievable, as he stares at the mess the man has made of himself. It isn't that he believed Xue Yang to act refined - not in the least - but if his nameless friend stood there instead, Xiao Xingchen quickly realizes that he would surely have laughed and chided him a little.

As he stands there, still frozen, all he can manage in a distant and confused is an automatic:]

Welcome...

[He just needs a moment to figure out what to make of this.]

toji fushiguro ⦁ jujutsu kaisen ⦁ current player.

[heavenchained]

001 ⦁⦁ tropical snow.

( Toji isn't especially the festive type, but the snow is odd enough that it's gotten his attention. He has his hand held out as little snowflakes flutter around his hand, some landing in his palm to melt. Into something sticky. He pulls a face, rubbing the pads of his fingers together to test the consistency of the snowflakes. )

What the fuck.

002 ⦁⦁ it came from above.

( This damn thing has been following him all day.

He has his gun in his hand, aiming fruitlessly for the frustratingly quick drone while it spins him in circles, in tinsel and lights. Tipping over into a snowdrift, Toji finds he doesn't like the feeling of his arms bound at his sides.

In fact, he hates it. )

Help me out, here. Don't just watch.

doppo kannonzaka | hypnosis mic | ota | 20+ for smut | current player

[doppomine]

Tropical Snow 

[ It's just as well that the snowfall isn't actually cold, since Doppo doesn't have any of his winter gear on him. At least he can enjoy the view without having to worry about getting sick. 

But for snow to not actually be cold? ] 

It's not so much a different time zone as it is...a completely different place entirely...

[ Okay, he's known that for a while now. It's still a lot for him to take in. The fact that he can't actually go to work or his phone isn't buzzing every other minute is...

He wishes it relaxes him but the change kind of makes him more anxious, if he had to be honest with himself. ] 

Aghh...what's wrong with me?! [ Doppo runs his hands through his slightly damp hair with a groan. He's a corporate dog to the core now, isn't he? He's on a strange island with even stranger rules and all he can think about are stupid charts and Baldy pestering him to - ] 

HIiiiihhhgh!!! [ The snow might not be cold, but it doesn't change that being pelted by one is still surprising. A snowball hits him right on the cheek, as if life is just telling him to shut the hell up and stop groveling. It does work, because he's stopped talking to himself and is looking to see just who decided to make him a target. He doesn't even look mad, just...pathetically confused, really, even as he touches his cheek and feeling the odd texture of the "snow". ] 

It Came From Above

[ There are worse ways to use drones but reminding himself of that isn't going to be enough when two of them literally rope him with tinsel and string lights along with another unfortunate soul who couldn't get away. Doppo's on the ground, facing his fellow islander with their foreheads nearly touching after having been trussed with holiday fucking cheer. ]

S-s-s-sorry! [ As if he had any control of this situation at all, but he feels the need to apologize anyway. He's already stopped trying to wiggle his way out because apparently, you don't fuck with Christmas. It fucks you? ] If I could've ran faster, you wouldn't have been caught with me. If I hadn't slacked off in gym class when I was in school maybe I would've been faster maybe I wouldn't miss any trains ahhh I'm sorry, it's all my fault...it's my fault...

( ooc: open to other prompts/ideas so hmu if there's something else you wanna do! )

it comes from above

[himbosupreme]

[It probably didn't help that Cain, the poor unfortunate soul that Doppo was stuck with, was desperately trying not to laugh. He knew the other man was upset, but the situation was so ridiculous that he was having trouble taking it seriously. Besides, it offered him a chance to see the man again albeit in a very....close fashion.]

I uh...well, if I couldn't-outrun them...I don't think you could've, Doppo. I'm sorry it's just-these lights are really quite beautiful, aren't they?

[doppomine]

[ It's totally Doppo's fault that he's not athletic... ]

Are you seriously letting the lights distract you from the fact that we're both completely tied up?!

[ Should he chew a wire? Would that break? Or would it send a shock to his body and - wait, no. He shouldn't let his mind go to the dark places that he's worked so hard to get away from.

That and it's difficult for him to open his mouth without feeling it brush slightly against Cain's. The initial contact makes him purse his lips. ] ​

Naoto Hisami | Escape Journey | current character

[naotorious]

It's Snow Fun! - OTA

[ Winter vibes without the shivering cold? Nao...is actually okay with this! The sight's unusual, to be in such a tropical place and there being falling snow. It's a much nicer looking turnout than the blizzard that happened around the time he first got here. That was a while ago and he knows that if he starts to think how long, he'd want to retreat back to his apartment again...and that's just not him at all. He's just got to power through this.

As soon as he figures out just how malleable this snow is, he starts to build a sitting teddy bear-like snowman, absently remembering that his sister wanted a birthday cake that looked like this. A figure catches his attention, walking alone it seems. He'd wave hello at them if it was any other kind of day, but instead he says hello in the way that is appropriate with this amount of snow, fake or not. ]

Think fast! [ He shouts to them, and chucks a snowball that is meant to be one of the bear's ears. There's plenty to go around. ]

( ooc: all I can think of as far as OTA prompts, but please lmk if you want to do anything else with naoto! )

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[naotorious]

( ooc: look at me holding myself accountable while being so tired from doing accounting was that pun idk i'll edit this with a prompt i promise )

[desperatemizusaki]

Eh?

[ Tamamori could only turn slightly before a snowball hit him smack in the face and he toppled over backward rather comically, though he didn't feel in a good mood about it. ]

What was that for!?

[naotorious]

Whoa, I didn't think I threw it that hard! [ He can't help but laugh, and as Tamamori probably notice, this guy laughs as much as he talks. Nao is friendly though, rarely without a smile. He heads over to the other to check if he's okay, offering him a hand if need be. Oh right, he asked him a question. ]

Just felt like doing it! [ Nothing personal, buddy! He never means any harm. ]

Ever had a snowball fight before? It's so weird when it's not like...ice cold.