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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
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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Stupid stupid stupid. He grimaces, sitting up and turning his head toward the call. Only in that moment does he realize Dimitri is barreling toward him and in another instant he's swept up like he weighs a couple of grapes. It's a far cry from... well. Anything that he expected. The air is knocked out of his lungs, and he stares at the man, dumbfounded. Not just for even... seeing him but for the sheer enthusiasm. Byleth can't help but look at him like he's sprouted another head before he comes to his senses.
He's so happy to see him... That hundred-watt smile that could light every corner of a castle, directed at him. He's absolutely pathetic for melting so quickly to it. Don't. Don't hope. Don't hope for anything, he tells himself, even as he wraps his arms around Dimitri's shoulders and rests his head in the fur of his cloak. ]
Dimitri... you-
I'm glad you're all right, too.
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But it seems to be fine as he feels Byleth's arms lay over his shoulders and his head come to rest against the fur lining of his cloak. He thinks he could stay like this for a while, really, but... ]
Forgive me, [ he starts and moves to set Byleth back down on solid ground. ] That wasn't very becoming of a king, was it? Though I do have a suspicion that titles might not matter much here all things considered.
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The question makes him pause as he's set down, looking the man up and down for a second... ]
Ki- ... Dimitri, what's the last thing you remember?
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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
Dedue?
[ Byleth looks. Not good. He's far thinner, less muscle mass and looks like he hasn't slept in days, but there's a glimmer of something good in his face, looking at Dedue. One of his students. One of his beloved students. Someone who wasn't on that miserable island with them. Slowly, he reaches out and presses two fingers into his arm. Just to make sure he's. Solid.
Once that assessment is made, he's stumbling up enough to practically fall on the man in a hug. ]
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[Dedue remembers quite distinctly how Byleth looked when he had last seen him, and he had been... in considerably better body condition than he appears now. He looks drawn thin, like a man who has been short on both sleep and good food, a certain leanness to his face that Dedue isn't fond of. He looks like a man in need of caring for.]
[He also practically falls into Dedue's arms. Dedue would be remiss if he didn't catch him.]
Professor, you look unwell. [Dedue bears him up, because the other option would basically be to let him drop to the ground, and that would be unconscionable.] Is everything all right?
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He's definitely aware of how much like a pile of shit he must look right now. Releasing Dedue from his grasp, he stands back, albeit reluctantly. Patting his clothes down and straightening himself does very little for the obvious but look. He's trying.]
I'm fine. Just a little tired.
[ Deep breath. ]
Are you all right?
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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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Felix- [ He starts towards him but stops at the question. Different. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. ]
I am... Byleth. Your Professor and friend. Are you all right?
[ First things first anyways. Make sure he's okay, then sort out the details later. He's certain though, that this is not the Felix from the island. ]
forgot to say this was for the birthday prompt
[He says quickly, feeling anything but fine. He's been seeing things all day so far. He shakes his head before glancing shyly at Byleth again, this time noting that the Professor is lacking a sword, too. Unfortunate.]
...Well, whatever changed you, it's not my business. Obviously you're Byleth. And we're both without weapons.
[Felix is distantly worried that without a sword, without regular fighting, years of devastating emotion are going to catch up with him.]
ALL GOOD
[ Right. He's been through this before. ]
What's the last thing you remember before showing up here?
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I. Happy Birthday!
Professor. I was beginning to think I was the only one from Fodlan who ended up here.
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Felix- ah. I'm glad to see you.
[ Well. Professor looks like shit still, but he's far more alert than he has been in a while. ]
What's the last thing you remember before coming here?
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[The very briefest of pauses, as if has to think a little about the next word.]
--Dimitri had just gone into the throne room to deal with Edelgard. I was with Sylvain, standing guard outside.
[It takes Felix a few seconds to fully register Byleth's appearance, but once he does, he frowns in concern.]
You look terrible.
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So you're sure you don't remember being on a crazy island? Possibly hell? Not ringing any bells?
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III
[Definitely a long-haired cat with human-like features, standing (albeit shakily) upright, wearing a rumpled blouse that looks like it's almost half a size too small, and a matching skirt.
[The cat gives Byleth a blank look, and then decides to take a page out of his book and carefully flop down among the flowers, mindful not to hit any of them. Their mismatched eyes stick to Byleth's finger, where he was toying with one of the stems.
[It doesn't take much for the creature to fully get comfortable, tail curling loosely against their body as they start purring, apparently oblivious that their current state may carry any cause for alarm.]
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That's a cat. A whole ass cat. ]
Hey.
[ A beat. ]
Are you real?
[ That's rude, Byleth. ]
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[But the feeling doesn't come.]
I think I'm pretty real for a dead person? [they finally answer, after some consideration. Still staring at Byleth's finger.
[But the important thing is that their mouth definitely opens to talk. It's definitely a cat's mouth, down to the barbed tongue.]
Assuming I'm actually dead and not just. comatose again.
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Apologies... I've just never seen a cat your size before. Much less one that could talk.
[ He sits up to get a better look at them. His poor eyesight isn't exactly helpful. ]
I love cats though.
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all fluffed up 🐉🌼
It was a dragon, in fact: a dragon prince, who wanted to spread his wings and explore this new terrain he was in. He was a funny creature, almost flamboyant in the way he runs, intending no harm to the poor sentient plants which were evading him the more he moved.
He comes to a halt a few feet away from Byleth without noticing the other man laying there in the grass and helplessly watches the poor critters float and disappear into the sky. Suddenly the dragon speaks in a voice that is almost synthetic sounding, but still very much human. ]
I'm sorry, little creatures! I didn't mean to scare you!
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Hm. Sentient. And presumably amicable? ]
Hello.
[ He hopes he remains as friendly as he seems. ]
They're all right. They're just excitable.
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... Oh! Hi there. I hope I didn't scare you!
[ Corrin we both know who the scared one was.
He sits down in the grass, a few more clusters of dandelions screaming and ascending, as he turns to look at the man laying beside him, unable to resist taking the occasional passing glance at the strange and noisy little flower creatures among them. Inevitably, Corrin was about to take in a huge dose of those calming endorphins, and good lord there were a lot of them thanks to the number of living dandelions that he frightened. ]
Excitable is right. Kind of cute, too. I've never seen anything like them.
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I'm sorry to startle you- and if this is rude but... what... exactly are you?
[ It's definitely rude, Byleth. ]
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1/2 ◇ 😭
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