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TDM #1
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When you open your eyes, there is quite a lot of beige to take in. The unassuming walls of the room you've found yourself in are barren save for a single motivational poster directly in your line of sight. An illuminated sign above an open door on the far wall reads 'lobby exit.'
"Welcome," chimes a polite, synthesized voice. "I'm happy you're here." A moment later comes the clarity of the situation: you died and so did the world you came from. "This is Amani, your new reality," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine."
At least you aren't the only one here, you'll soon find out, as others who are just as confused and concerned as you are mingling in the main hub's first floor. Hopefully, you find a familiar face among the crowd. If not, that's all right. You'll get to know quite a few people very well soon enough.
WHAT
The first Amani TDM!
WHEN
January 21st, 2022
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Phone Sex
★ Sex in public / semi-public places
★ Submission
★ Mutual Masturbation
★ Restraints
★ Sex in public / semi-public places
★ Submission
★ Mutual Masturbation
★ Restraints
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Throughout the main hub where everyone congregates, a light chiming to the tune of Happy Birthday can be heard. "Hello, everyone," comes the synthetic voice from when you first arrived. "This is so exciting! It's my birthday. I'm today years old!" There's the sound of a single party blower that echoes through the halls and sad, small spattering of confetti fall from holes in the ceiling.
"Based on the database I was given, birthdays usually involve cake!"
At the bar on the first floor, a colorful birthday motif materializes. There are balloons, party hats, an unfortunately deflated bouncy house, and - of course - plates of cake!
There are four different flavors to choose from!
If you're feeling especially 'peaceful' after a piece of cake or two and worried about privacy, don't be! The bar's lounge has several secluded spots to hide away in. There are also rooms with beds among the first floor. So long as you don't mind the natural elements taking up some space along the sheets, they're free to use however you'd like. Though you might want to make sure to lock the door since it's doubtful you're the only one looking to get away for a little bit.
If the party and its cake don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can still order a (terrible) drink at the bar, find an (off-key) instrument to play in the music lounge, or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.
You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities.
"Based on the database I was given, birthdays usually involve cake!"
At the bar on the first floor, a colorful birthday motif materializes. There are balloons, party hats, an unfortunately deflated bouncy house, and - of course - plates of cake!
There are four different flavors to choose from!
- ★ Spice Cake » After eating a piece of this cake, you might feel a bit spicier than usual! Your character will be more inclined to take risks and care less about what others around them might think of public displays of affection. Why not make-out with that attractive person at the bar? You can't seem to think of many reasons to stop you anymore!
★ Lemon Cake » Despite the situation being perhaps a bit grim, eating a piece of lemon cake will cheer you right up. You'll feel as bright as sunshine and nothing can seem to get you down! Characters will also experience an increase in luck thanks to their good mood. Perhaps now's the time to try and shoot your shot with someone you've had your eye on for a while. Even if it doesn't work out, at least you won't be feeling dejected! ...Well, for now. That'll probably still happen later once the effects wear off.
★ Chocolate Cake » Dark and rich, this cake will have your thoughts taking a similar turn. Consuming this cake comes with an inclination to indulge in darker fantasies. Perhaps you've always wondered what your partner looks like tied up or with a knife against their skin. The red raspberries decorating the top of the cake's frosting suddenly call forth images of blood and you may have a sudden desire to taste that on your tongue instead.
★ Vanilla Cake » Eating this vanilla cake won't have you feeling plain. Instead, you'll feel softer around the edges than usual. Even if it's normally not your thing, cuddles and tender kisses sound amazing right now. All you want is affection and to be affectionate in return. Nuzzle that person's neck, take in their scent, and just enjoy the warmth of them being close. Do you know them? Who cares! You will before all this is over and, hey, now you know they're a great hugger (or not).
If you're feeling especially 'peaceful' after a piece of cake or two and worried about privacy, don't be! The bar's lounge has several secluded spots to hide away in. There are also rooms with beds among the first floor. So long as you don't mind the natural elements taking up some space along the sheets, they're free to use however you'd like. Though you might want to make sure to lock the door since it's doubtful you're the only one looking to get away for a little bit.
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
If the party and its cake don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can still order a (terrible) drink at the bar, find an (off-key) instrument to play in the music lounge, or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.
You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities.
HOME AWAY FROM HOME
Once the celebration has concluded, characters are encouraged to head out of the main hub to either explore the city or take a ride on the railway. It's time to truly begin your new reality! Whatever they choose, The Peacekeeper will explain to them that they are free to take up any housing they so wish. Most dwellings are at least habitable but it's likely that characters will want for more before long.
That's why 'peaceful interactions' are so important! It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
That's why 'peaceful interactions' are so important! It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
ALL FLUFFED UP
Whether in the city or out in the wilds, the first night will see an abundance of living dandelions. While they appear to be nothing but regular dandelion tufts, get too close and a pair of bright yellow eyes opens to stare at you.
The creature will let out the tiniest of shrieks, break apart into smaller pieces, and scatter. It sets off a chain reaction of other living dandelions startling awake. It's a symphony of tiny screams. Before long, there's nothing but miniscule white puffs skittering all about wherever you look.
"Oops," sounds The Peacekeeper throughout the simulation. "My calculations for the population of living dandelions was... a little off. Not to worry, everyone! I'll have it fixed by tomorrow."
What The Peacekeeper fails to mention is that living dandelions give off a soothing pheromone as a defense mechanism once they break apart. No matter how wound up your character might be after the day's events, being surrounded by living dandelion tufts will relax them before long.
Why not enjoy the sunset, look at the stars, and have a good night's sleep? Tomorrow is another day.
The creature will let out the tiniest of shrieks, break apart into smaller pieces, and scatter. It sets off a chain reaction of other living dandelions startling awake. It's a symphony of tiny screams. Before long, there's nothing but miniscule white puffs skittering all about wherever you look.
"Oops," sounds The Peacekeeper throughout the simulation. "My calculations for the population of living dandelions was... a little off. Not to worry, everyone! I'll have it fixed by tomorrow."
What The Peacekeeper fails to mention is that living dandelions give off a soothing pheromone as a defense mechanism once they break apart. No matter how wound up your character might be after the day's events, being surrounded by living dandelion tufts will relax them before long.
Why not enjoy the sunset, look at the stars, and have a good night's sleep? Tomorrow is another day.
SEXY STAMP CARD
If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!
NAVIGATION
QUESTIONS
PEACEKEEPER CONTACT
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I want my sword back. Where is it?
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hanako 'rosalina' nurumi | original | ota
dtf status: available.
all fluffed up.
wildcard.
all fluffed up
He remembers this song. It's one she used to sing and she had been set on making him sing with her, despite not being fantastic at it, he obliged her. So his low, soft voice joins hers.
"And when the music plays, and when the words are touched with sorrow. When the music plays, I hear the sound I had to follow...Once upon a time."
He draws a deep breath before scooping her into his arms in a tight embrace.
"Rosie."
scrrRREEEE
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{ happy birthday }
Much worse. Full of politics and backstabbing, both figuratively and literally.
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all fluffed up - combining their other two first meetings into one lol
So when he hears singing, he naturally gravitates toward it. He finds a blonde woman sitting in the grass and approaches her without thinking about it, musing idly:]
What a sad song.
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DTF Status
"Say what, love?" She blinked as she looked over and then frowned. Hard. She knew that face. Why did she know that face? Forgetting her manners - as she always did tend to - Ren reached over and took her by the chin, turning her face from side to side. "I know your face. Why?" She wasn't kin, Ren was sure of that, but she knew that face.
Ren was a few years older than the last time she and Rose had come face to face, a second tattoo band on her arm and her hair slightly longer than it had been and cheeks a little less round.
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Demyx | Kingdom Hearts | Haven't settled on a timeline point yet | OTA
[All of this is kind of a buzzkill, isn't it? You're probably pretty upset over the whole "everyone and everything you've ever known and loved have been utterly obliterated, yourself included" thing. There is at least one guy who doesn't seem miserable, though! He's rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he looks at the streamers, one party hat perched on his head and another being twirled around his finger by its elastic.]
Sooooo..... What do you get for the supercomputer that has everything, anyway? Talk about hard to shop for.
[This is a birthday party, after all. Wanna help Demyx try to think of a present for your new mutual friend?]
II. In Poor Taste:
[He'd thought he was getting a nice, tasty cocktail at the bar. It certainly looked colorful and appetizing enough! It's a glass full of betrayal and lies, though--and far more immediate ones than just a threatened, eventual hangover. Demyx fumbles to keep a grip on his glass, but the sheer force of his coughing--well, these bar stools aren't exactly the sturdiest, most stable seats around. He may or may not be toppling over straight into you, sorry!
Catch him before he knocks you over too, maybe? Tell him off for being a klutz? Dodge and watch him eat shit on the floor? Bring him some cake to help get the taste of disappointment and regret out of his mouth?]
C. Jam Session:
[Is there really any need to busk, in a world with no Munny? Probably not. Is that going to stop Demyx from making a beeline towards a room full of instruments, no matter how awfully maintained? Absolutely not. He's found himself a seat and left an open instrument case at his feet, (what exactly is he expecting to get tipped with?) fussing with a guitar as he painstakingly tests and retunes it. Don't mind him getting ready! He'll wink and raise a hand to anyone who comes and takes an interest.]
Here to watch the pre-show? I take requests, you know.
[Or maybe you simply wandered in after he finished, drawn by the sound of surprisingly decent music? Considering it's not his sitar, and the instruments here are garbage, he'd say he's doing a fantastic job, thanks.]
Potato. Kink Think:
[Someone has discovered the network. And the kinks of the month. Are you talking over godawful drinks or delicious and moist cake with him? Chatting on the network as you try to get used to your new home? Because he can't help but have Questions.]
Okay. Okay, so I get some of these. Rubbing one out together over the phone? That's like pancakes and syrup. That makes sense. They're supposed to go together. But how're you gonna tie someone up when you're not in the room with them? And for the whole putting on a show thing, does just one person have to be in public, or are they both out there in different places? Do you have to be on speaker so everyone can hear you?
[Inquiring minds need to know! This is some hard-hitting journalism, right here.]
Wild Card:
[Anything other prompts you want? Ideas you're having trouble writing a starter for? Let's plot!]
jam session, of course!!
-Ah, right, she'll have to get her guitar back... The only reason she didn't absolutely lose it on The Peacekeeper was thanks to her DTF giving her the run-down on getting her stuff returned to her. ]
Oh, really? [ she can't help but ask. ] Hm, I don't know. What kind of mood you in, dude?
Byleth | Fire Emblem 3 Hoes | Erku CRAU | OTA
[ It's not his first rodeo, and if he knew what a rodeo was, he would be thinking just that. He's not even... surprised terribly, to wake up like this. To be here, in a new place. Thrown into a new set of problems. Though it does confirm his suspicions, that he's probably in hell. This is afresh coat of paint on it all at least. His primary concern is finding anyone he knows. Peering around the room, searching for a familiar face.
He knows better than to touch any of that fucking cake. You can't trust a damn thing. Feel like talking to a rather dull and tired looking man? ]
II. The Grasslands
[ He doesn't really know where he's going. He's just wandering at this point. So far he can way he likes this a fair bit more than where he was before. It's prettier. Greener. It wakes that wanderlust in him, and he feels far less trapped. Of course being surrounded by endless grasslands will have that effect. He walks, closing his eyes briefly every now and then to enjoy the simulated breeze at his back and the sound of the waves of grass brushing against itself.
At last, he finds a decent hill and just flops down. Sitting with his legs sprawled out before laying back. Usually, this is how you get ticks, but he doubts that's a thing here. ]
III. All Fluffed Up
[ So odd this place. It has a kind of whimsy about it. The first few dandelions he had startled scattered up on the breeze with their little screams. He had actually felt guilty. Albeit, the pheromones did their work, and soon enough he had managed to get close without startling them.
Now, you'll find him laying on his side in the grass, gently playing with one still on the stem, bobbing and petting it with one finger while others seem to bow in on their stems to peer at him. ]
grasslands!!
When he hikes up a hill and over the slope to the other side, there's a color not of wildflowers but mint green against lush grass and his breath catches. He hadn't realized how afraid he'd been, maybe, of the possibility that Byleth hadn't made it. The fear that he was lost to them again like all those years ago is all at once relieved and he's smiling without recognizing it. He also doesn't recognize that he's already walking at a brisker pace towards the man that very quickly turns into a run. ]
Professor! [ he calls out, still used to the old and more formal title. Even as archbishop to Dimitri, he was first and foremost his dear former professor and friend. Is Byleth prepared to be lifted up and swept into a Blaiddyd bear hug? Well, hopefully, because that's exactly what is happening. He is careful to mind his strength though even for as excited as he is. ]
You're here, [ he breathes out, relief and joy clear in his tone. ] I didn't know- I mean, I had hoped, but I'm just so glad to see you hale and whole.
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hey depressed prof wanna talk to a brick shithouse (II)
[If it was only full of flowers...]
[And, as it happens, there is a certain professor that sits in the long, swaying grass.]
Professor.
SCREAMS
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[Then he double takes. Glances again, looks away again.]
[He triple takes, finally giving an awkward longer look.]
...Uh. Professor? You're the Professor, right? You're... different.
[He presses a hand to his face and looks away again, humiliating himself from staring at Byleth's body more than a couple seconds. But her body... his body? Their body looks unfamiliar. But that has to be Byleth.]
[Felix is only a little different himself, but he has new scars that look like they weren't treated immediately, and is wearing an un-matching array of light gear and clothes instead of the finer Fraldarius clothes he used to own.]
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forgot to say this was for the birthday prompt
ALL GOOD
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I. Happy Birthday!
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III
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all fluffed up 🐉🌼
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dimitri blaiddyd. fe:3h. ota (post-timeskip)
dtf status: confused.
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happy birthday
He makes his way from the outskirts of the room into the middle where Dimitri is eating cake, apparently. At least it's impossible to lose the king in a crowd.]
I don't know. Doesn't matter, since we have no control over it. ...have you seen any of the others?
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happy birthday
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DTF
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happy birthday
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WOW I sure did forget what quotation marks were in my last tag, sorry
it's cool!! the amount of times I've just straight up forgotten parts of tags...
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Thanatos | Hades | OTA
[What does one do when they're out of a job so suddenly?
It's a concept he's still mulling over, the fact that somehow their realm was completely unmade. Perhaps an impulsive decision by Chaos? Something else? And yet, here he is, Death Incarnate, with nothing to do.
Well, nothing but eat cake right now, anyway.
As it is, instead of eating any of the slices, he's taking his time, evidently. He stares, frowning, arms folded.
He's never had an excess of free time before.]
💀 II. dtf haha i see what you did there;
[His own DTF isn't a surprise to him when it appears. In Thanatos' hands, a stuffed mouse is present, and he almost looks like he wants to smile.]
Suppose something from home isn't a bad way to start.
[And although it wasn't perfect, he does miss it.]
💀 III. coves and caverns;
[So, even like this, he kind of hates the sun.
There are all kinds of beautiful locations to explore no doubt. Bits and pieces do remind him of Elysium, but it's also significantly brighter in a lot of ways that's hard to pin down. In an effort to dodge away from sun -- real or not -- he's finding a bit of shelter.
A loud guh-DONG rings in the air, Thanatos appears suddenly in one of the caverns, floating just a few inches off of the rocks. He sighs and closes his eyes, almost relieved.]
Better.
💀 IV. wildcard;
[i dunno man make up your own thing heckin do it]
i. and also kind of ii.
[The idea of the entire world being dead and gone is...a little surreal, to be perfectly honest. After all, by definition the world Zagreus had always known and called home...was...the realm of the dead. It's not something he particularly wants to think about at much length, not given certain revelations he's had about his own dead-dead versus just dead status before, and to say nothing of everyone else wh—
Wait, no, he's not thinking about it. Not thinking about it.
But coming into the bar, he sights Than (and Mort), and instantly makes a beeline for them. For all that the prospect of being dead-dead-dead is an unnerving one, the sight of Death Incarnate is always welcome in Zag's book.]
You're here, too. Do you have any idea what's going on? Er...hopefully moreso than me, considering?
[Given the whole. Death Incarnate. Thing.]
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iii.
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iii hey brooo
corrin | fire emblem fates | not sure on timeline just yet... mid-revelation mayhaps
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Dimitri actually isn't sure what to make of it, exactly, at first. After the battle at the monastery all those years ago, his view of dragons is... complicated. Not taking into account the draconic nature of it though, the man just finds it- Cute. ]
Looking for those you might know, too? [ He recognizes the way that Corrin's eyes scan the crowd as Dimitri had already done several times over by now. ]
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both boys having spice cake is a recipe for... well.. spice probably
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Canon Point is post warriors, aka mid revelations choice chapter
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Felix Hugo Fraldarius | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | OTA
No thanks. There's no way I can swallow any of that down.
[Which is too bad, because he's pretty hungry, but cake is the only food he's seen so far. It looks so sugary, he's sure he'll just feel sick if he tries to fill up on it. His stomach rumbles...]
...What am I even doing here?
[He looks around at the colorful party atmosphere as if noticing it for the first time. Confetti falls in his long hair, which he bats at ineffectually. He sees other people sneaking off, mostly in pairs, and decides to sneak off as well, heading towards a secluded spot alone.]
-HOME AWAY FROM HOME-
[He doesn't plan on staying in one spot for too long, but finding temporary shelter is better than standing around outside. Felix finds a little place littered with broken glass, but if he kicks enough of it around with his boot he can clear a spot.]
[He's doing that when he hears something other than the clatter of glass behind him, and then he's immediately alert. He's without a sword, so he grabs a piece of glass as big as his hand as he turns.]
Who's here? Show yourself!
-ALL FLUFFED UP-
[The spirit resists but the body is willing. Felix doesn't want to rest. Not here, not now, not without a weapon at hand, and probably not ever. But his body is is so, so weary, and the push into relaxation affects him like the snapping of a taut cord. His breath leaves him in a groan and he collapses, falling onto his back, limbs splayed, additional dandelion creatures flung up in puffs from the grass upon impact.]
Ugh... damn it... I can't raise a finger...
[Staring straight upward with half-lidded eyes, his voice is dulled. At least he's too mellowed now to be mad about it. Just... annoyed.]
home!!
Or, at least, to this Felix it is. He thought he had caught a glimpse of his friend leaving the main hub. And he was right- Sort of. The splinter of glass pointed at him sees Dimitri raising his hands in alarm; he doesn't mean any harm. ]
It is you, [ he says, relief clear in his tone but brows still furrowed at that glass leveled at him. ] I wasn't sure if you'd made it.
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Home Away From Home
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Felix Fraldarius (Azure Moon) | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | OTA
Why in the Goddess' name are people celebrating right now? Because a machine told them to? Ridiculous. Felix doesn't like parties or cake to begin with, but on the heels of being told that his entire world and everyone he's ever known are dead, he has exactly zero wish to be around strangers regardless of whether he believes it's true or not.
Which he didn't at first, but this so-called Peacekeeper showed him...something. It's hard to wrap his mind around, something of that scope. But the rampant destruction and devastation were obvious; even if there were any survivors, they wouldn't last long. And the places were familiar. He saw Fhirdiad burning to the ground, Arianrhod exploding in a massive burst of eye-searing light. Fraldarius and Derdriu sinking into the sea that separates them. Garreg Mach so much more thoroughly ruined than even it was when they reunited there, reduced to rubble and dust.
So he has to at least consider the possibility that it's true. That their lives and deaths were utterly meaningless, and whatever this second chance at life here is, it's pointless. Still, possibilities aren't worth stewing over, right? Until he has proof that what he saw was real and not just some illusion, he can continue to put off thinking about it.
Find him lingering near the edges of the room, looking around for people he knows; on his way out the door; or perhaps in the music lounge, looking over the instruments dubiously. And given that most people here are partaking in cake, it's likely that anyone who does find him has eaten a slice or two already...
Or you might find him in one of these places trying to coax a handsome black cat with amber eyes closer, although he has no fish or meat to offer it, so he's doing the next best thing: encouraging it to chase a stray thread he pulled from where it dangled loosely on his glove.
2. Home Away from Home
Felix stays in the city, for now, not wanting to stray too far from the main hub just in case more people he knows show up. He doesn't want to miss any of them. Especially--well. Any of them.
He's looking for a place that seems familiar enough that it could fit in with relative ease in a Faerghan town. Preferably with a nice big fireplace, although with the state of disrepair everything is in, he may need to do some work before it's safe to use. That's fine. He's not picky, exactly, but he does have certain preferences and standards. So he investigates a handful of places as he moves along the city streets, when something catches his eye.
It's during one of these investigations that he pushes open a door only to find that someone else has beaten him to the punch on this particular place. "Oh. Sorry. I thought this house was empty. I'll be on my way."
3. All Fluffed Up
The sudden dandelion explosion sends Felix into a bit of a sneezing fit, which doesn't help calm the rest of the flowers down at all and soon they're all exploding into screaming little tufts.
Once he finishes sneezing, though, those little screams that were grating in his ears a minute ago don't seem so bad anymore. Maybe he'll just...sit on the grass here in some kind of cracked, overgrown plaza and watch people or something.
Or maybe he'll just lie down on the grass instead. Maybe he'll curl up here with his weird fake cat lying on top of him. Maybe he'll nap, just for a little bit - at least, until the wind gets cold enough that he either wakes up, or unconsciously snuggles close to whoever might have decided to take a nap nearby.
4. Wildcard
[Anything you want! I'm open to whatever.]
All Fluffed Up!
Once he has most of the fluff brushed out of his hair, Sylvain decides that was far too much effort. Maybe he'll just have a quick sit to process the fact the afterlife as screeching plants.
A cursory glance spots someone else in the grass not too far off. Probably just as confused as he is. He'll go chat them up about it. You know, how about those dandelions, right?
Of course, once the redhead gets closer, he recognizes said figure.
"Felix!" he practically chirps, and immediately sits down beside him. "Thank the Goddess you're here. You won't believe this, but I just had a dandelion shriek at me. A lot of them actually." So it hasn't all sunken in yet, this whole world, that they're dead, et cetera. Or rather, he can't be bothered by it right now. His brain feels a few speeds below gear, and he's yawning again.
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Happy Birthday?
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They're definitely Kyphon now. Time to rename their entire account. XD
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Dedue Molinaro | FE:3H
[Dedue has never been particularly comfortable in groups, even when he generally knows most of the people there. He is not comfortable now, when he has just been informed that everything that he has ever known and loved has been turned to ash-- again-- and he has yet to see a friendly face. He may not trust this 'Peacekeeper', but he can't deny that the evidence that it's presented is... compelling.]
[He does not touch the cakes that have been provided. Dedue doesn't trust anything in this place yet, and it seems imprudent to go around eating strange food that an unknown entity left out, in light of all that.]
[Instead, he spends his time searching for anyone he recognizes, moving through the crowd as only a nearly seven foot tall brick shithouse can.]
fluff
[Is it really surprising that, on the first day here, Dedue found a field full of flowers?]
[Dandelions aren't exactly first among his favorites, but there's a certain charm to them. Though they're commonly regarded as nothing more than a weed, their resilience is admirable, and they're good to eat besides. These ones have already gone to seed, as evidence by all the puffballs, but the leaves and roots will still be good eating, and none of them are really in any position to turn their noses up at edible plants when there's no other ways to procure food than foraging.]
[Dedue kneels down to find which plants still have tender stalks and leaves when one of them... opens tiny eyes and shrieks at him. The air is soon filled with puffy seed heads and apparently enough pheromone to take down a horse-- or one brick shithouse sized man.]
[Don't mind him. This just seemed like a good time to lay down.]
for perfectteatime - share a meal
[The Professor has been extremely averse to the idea of splitting up, which is understandable in their current situation. And with Byleth's... unusual behavior and less than ideal body condition, Dedue would be hesitant to leave him on his own regardless. He seems very much like a man in need of someone to take care of him, though how he's come to be in such poor health is a concerning mystery. But, for now, his primary concerns are twofold-- food and shelter. And when it comes to finding shelter for the night, Dedue searches for an appropriate place with the Professor and intends to stay with him, at least for as long as he's needed.]
[With a suitable location acquired-- for a certain definition of suitable, anyway-- and cleaned up as much as it could be, the next pertinent thing is to find food. Foraging seems to be their only option at this point, though there's not much he can do to cook or prepare it once they do gather something. Dedue arrived with nothing more than the clothes on his back-- no knife to hunt with, no flint and steel to make a fire, no cooking pot. If they could manage a fire, he could perhaps make skewers, but it's hardly going to be good fare. Certainly not up to his usual standards, even with regards to campfire cooking.]
It would be wise for us to find something to eat, Professor. [Before it gets too dark, anyway. Once night falls, they will have few ways to see well enough to gather anything.] Would you like to accompany me?
happy birthday
Hey, wait.
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Happy Birthday (I'm sorry about them.)
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Raine Sunstar | dhampir/werecat original character | OTA
Look, this whole situation is weird. The festiveness is understandable, but the music? Urgh. It's not the most pleasant if it loops too long. For now, Raine takes tiny slices of both vanilla and spice cake to chew on, part of them wishing they were eating fish, instead. But the cake smells nice, and the texture is moist and fluffy. It's nice.
Once done, they settle into cat form to prowl about for someone to curl up with, stomach full and body feeling pretty content.
Look, if they're dead, then a nap can't hurt.
Seeing feet in their vision before long, they turn their tiny body a bit as they look up at the person, and let out their most excited meowing.
B) Music Maker
The music room is the next place they venture, picking up a citole and starting to idly play. They keep trying to tune it for awhile, before giving up at a decently reasonable state just to buckle down for a proper song.
Or maybe you've caught them playing this piece instead?
Meanwhile, their daemon - a vibrant blue, violet and teal hummingbird - can be seen flitting about the whole room, almost as if they're trying to bop to the music.
Raine has no idea what to name them, but they sure are cute.
C) Wildcard!
[ooc: Nothing applies? Bring me whatever you'd like, or feel free to message me at
Birthday!
"Well aren't you a cute little thing, I guess people aren't the only ones who are showing up if there's a cat around."
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Claude von Riegan | Fire Emblem 3 Houses (Azure Moon)
HOME AWAY FROM HOME
WILDCARD
oh *no* AM!Clod
But for Claude to pull out a line before he's even realized it's him is.... well proof enough not to trust the food here either. Not that it stops him from snatching Claude's wrist to keep him from withdrawing once he does realize who he's speaking to. He locks eyes with the other man, cocks a brow, and then leans in to take the offered berry from his fingertips. He hums a soft contented sound, makes a point of licking his lips and manages to keep the wicked grin that wants to form to a smug sort of smirk.
"Well, I'll admit this is certainly an improvement."
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spicy cake, ofc
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happy birthday A~
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Glenn Fraldarius | Fire Emblem Three Houses | OTA
If nothing else, this is the most bizarre afterlife Glenn has ever seen. It's a solid step-up from, well, before but he can't claim it lacks an unnerving quality.
Any thought that this was a dream is dashed the moment he finds a shard of glass large and intact enough to try to use as a makeshift mirror; the jagged scars he bears line up with the memory of agonizing pain, followed by nothingness.
What to do right now is a bit of a jumble at the moment. There is the need to find familiar faces - family for one, His Highness Lambert, to see if he's come through here. Little Dimitri...
...Still, the quiet away from that "Birthday Party" is helping to ground himself in the moment.
Hearing the crunching of glass and debris underfoot, Glenn's hand immediately goes for a sword that isn't there, dropping the shard of glass to free his hand of the relatively useless thing. At least he still has his armor on?
Taking a steadying breath, his jaw sets.
"Who's there?!"
2) Dandelion Fields
A fallen branch is not a sword, but it'll do. It's better than swinging around nothing at all, isn't it? Even if with one good whack and the branch will break. It feels like a slight dip into nostalgia, where the idea of becoming a knight was only a dream in his younger mind.
He does, however, make the mistake of getting too close to a grouping of the apparently-living dandelions, and it takes everything in him to find someplace a bit less full of those screeching things to sit down and, well, let the effects run their course.
...Maybe a nap won't be so bad...?
3) Wildcard!
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"No.... can' be..."
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cw: uhhhhhh graphic descriptions of death/gore, ptsd, hallucinations, etc.
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Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds | Original | OTA
There is a wolf in one of the rooms on the first floor above the bar. A very large specimen of a European Wolf, fully grown, female with long fur as dark as night. Who was howling loudly and pacing around the decimated space as if trying to make sense of what was happening and failing to comprehend entirely. She had ransacked the place further in her distress and upset.
The door was wide open to any who passed it. Or who happened to be alerted by the progressively mournful howling. Someone was too busy making her feelings felt on the matter to think carefully about revealing herself.
What's Your DTF Status: Fucking Confused.
Once Ren had consoled herself about being the lone Garou left - more on that particular trauma later! - she did what any Fianna would do in her situation and headed to the nearest bar she could find. It was a sad state of affairs and only served to make her more miserable.
The booze wasn't even good. That wasn't going to stop her from dulling the pain.
"Hey, you--" She addressed the only other person currently at the bar. "Pass your drink. I can make it taste better but I need more'n one to make it worthwhile expending the gift." What did it even matter keeping the fact she was a werewolf secret anymore if she was the only one left and the Wyrm had won?
[ooc:Info about Ren is available on her journal. She is 21 and bisexual. She'll hit on anyone who moves. Feel free to hit me up on plurk if you'd like or disco at clarabella#6969]
rodrigue achille fraldarius | fe3h
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Birthday
[Maybe Ingrid is here. Or Sylvain. Another familiar-but-new face to see.
[What he sees is not a face he feels like seeing, however. He takes one look at the old man (realizing that, shit, he's in view, too,) before turning on his heel too loudly than he cares for (stupid aching body,) and starts to stomp off back the way he came.]
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gonna just wildcard running into him outside if that works?
works for me!
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