uhmani | TDM #7

If the main hub and its features 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 visit the training grounds, music lounge, library, and onsen. Also, feel free to leave an offering for the resident deity of sleep (Hypnos) at his shrine! 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. Even if you do complain, The Peacekeeper will encourage others to set off and find their own place to live out in the simulation.

Granted, the housing market in the afterlife isn't exactly robust. It doesn't help that every place you find has a leaky roof or broken window. No, unfortunately that will need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very 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.

A FOUL WIND BLOWS

For the last couple of weeks, The Peaceekeeper has been relatively quiet save for the mandatory greeting of newcomers. In fact, it doesn't even make the usual announcement that it has before to alert inhabitants of the sudden shift in weather. Blue skies and sunshine gradually begin to darken over. The wind picks up to a frightening gale that will see people likely needing to strap things down and fasten their shutters tight.

However, it's not anything physical that inhabitants will likely end up losing. The forceful rain, wind, and ensuing storm will instead strip away their inhibitions if they're unlucky enough to be caught in it.

What was holding you back, anyway? It's hard to remember or seems so suddenly trivial. It's not an issue anymore. that's for sure! Whether this is about something intimate, secrets kept, or things you know you shouldn't say for any number of reasons don't matter. Self-consciousness and doubt feel like a thing of the past and you're free to chase whatever whims you want!

Hopefully, you won't regret it when the effects wear off in a few day's time.

CLEAN-UP CREW

Although not everyone may be in the mood to buckle down and get to work after the storm blows through, the mess it leaves behind is literal as well as metaphorical. Time to get cleaning! The Peacekeeper has graciously provided a whole host of tools to assist inhabitants in clearing the debris littering the beach and floating in the ocean, including...

Inflatable Rafts

Skimmer Nets

Brushes

GET LAID

Liquid-Air Impulse Device

JUST KEEP SWIMMING

All your hard work hasn't gone unnoticed!

The mermaids that live beneath the waves of Taasunni Beach are extremely grateful that the inhabitants have taken the time and effort to clean up their home. To show their gratitude, they've decided to let everyone experience the beauty of the once-again pristine ocean for themselves!

Upon request, one of the mermaids lounging in the shallows will kiss inhabitants to fill them with magic. This gift will transform them into merfolk themselves for about 6 hours, allowing them to breathe underwater, swim swiftly, and explore or play in the depths to their hearts' content.

Those who indulge in this, especially repeatedly, may find themselves feeling unusually buoyant and free--as though a weight has lifted from their shoulders, and their troubles are simply washing away on the tide.

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.

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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! NOTES

★ The effects of all the influences can, as always, be as heavy or light as you'd like! It can be chalked up to differences in resistance, non-humanity or not, etc. etc.

★ Please thank Love Bug Infy for helping out with this TDM!

★ Make sure to dunk your questions/feedback in the thread below!

★ The locations page is undergoing a revamp! While originally I wanted to have it done in time for this test drive meme, that didn't quite happen. But it is coming soon, I promise!

★ Due to moderator error meaning we are over the player limit already and repeated requests, the player cap has been increased to 50. We are currently at 47/50 slots taken! Anyone wishing to claim a character must have an invite and follow the proper rules in place to be accepted into the community.

★ Also in light of that announcement and since I totally forgot the monthly meme due to being sick... Why not check out the ATP/EMP Meme now up? See who others want to try out, enable your friends! Fun all around!

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[The polite tip of his hat prompts the slighter man to very slightly gawk, and then clear his throat and nod, stepping closer into the water to peer into it. If only to distract himself from how Mr. Morgan's draw tickles down his spine. For all intents and purposes, he looks entirely unaffected.]

Unfortunately, yes. I'm still gathering my bearings. But at least labor is familiar. Figured I'd use it to vent some stress.

[Into the water his net goes with a practiced movement. It isn't much different from cleaning the pool at home, really. Just a bigger net and longer pole.]

Please do inform me if I get into your way so I can adjust my approach. I'd rather not accidentally be a pain in the ass.

I also have a habit of calling people "Sir" or "Lady" or the like before their first or last name, but if you have a preference to how I address you, please let me know. Otherwise, I'm more likely to call you "Sir Morgan."

Ah, as for myself... if you'd prefer to use my surname instead, it's "Yasuhide". But I prefer "Sänger."

[The remark of being a "pain in the ass" got a snort of a laugh from the cowboy. At first glance, he'd assumed this man was going to be a stiff-collared pain in his neck, all propriety and delicate graces, but if he was swearing withing the first few seconds they'd known each other, maybe he was one of the more tolerable ones. That, he could handle.]

You don't got to go gettin' all formal on me, now, Arthur will do just fine. I ain't done nothing to warrant bein' a Sir Morgan. [He joked, taking a few small steps into the water as he spoke to reach some of the more distant debris.] Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sänger. It's nice not bein' the only other fresh face 'round here. Makes it feel like I'm not makin' a total fool of myself at every turn.

[A short pause of concentration, before he turned his head back to glance back to where his companion stood, shooting him a look of interest.] So, what walk of like are you from, Mr. Sänger? You got that look n' dialect of a real upper-crust fella, but I get the impression that there's a lil' more to that.

Perhaps a little more than that, yes. Upper-crust is right. Old rich guy picked mom, my siblings and me off the streets when I was about... eight? Already was learning to pickpocket by then. My sleight of hand isn't sufficient anymore, however, even if I wanted to do that again.

By the way, if you're comfortable with it, you can drop the Mr. Or else I might slip in a "sir".

[Sänger winks at him, and then pulls on his net and removes some heavier debris, tossing it on the shore for now by his feet but out of the way of any waves. He'll toss it all back into the net when they're done to empty properly later - he doesn't want to have to deal with the cumbersome net's mobility issues by adding too much weight when he doesn't need to.]

All that mattered to me was that I'd do anything to make sure mom didn't have to tire herself out looking for work, and she and my siblings were fed. Then this old guy outta nowhere decides to take us in. Even up until he died he never told me why. Named me the only heir of his estate, wealth, everything. My siblings and mom had already moved out ages ago. And I stayed as his caretaker until he croaked in his eighties.

Paid for everything too, when we were growing up. I think he got off on it. Having that kind of power. Knowing he could help or hinder with just a word or two. Just chose not to hinder.

[He huffs to recall it, flicking a few strands of his hair out of his face, only for them to get right back in there. Oh well.]

Well. I don't think he was bad. Just strange. Other than that, I lived the high-crust life to some extent. A lavish home, high-class contacts. Stuff like that. Never did figure out what I wanted, though. Tried to live meagerly when I could.

I really enjoy gardening, though. So if I hadn't been brought here, maybe I'd be doing that.

Alright, alright! I'll leave the Mr.'s at the door, you got me.

[He laughed, but focused on listening attentively as Sänger spoke. Having been such a private person, himself, he found himself surprised at his willingness to share - but then again, people operated so differently here, it may just be how things go. That'd be an adjustment he'd need to work long and hard on, if that were the case.]

It sounds like he handed you an awful lot of responsibility real early on, what with managin' estates and tryin' to figure out the wealthy life real quick. Hard tellin' what goes on in rich folks' minds, though. I never could figure it out. They work on a whole different level of the way the world works than the rest of us, that's for sure. ...Not sayin' nothin' of you, of course. You seen it probably about every way it can be.

[He took a few moments to himself to do as Sänger did, adding his last few sweeps onto the pile. They'd divide it up when the time came and haul it back, he was sure. After a few fleeting seconds of consideration, though, he saw it fit to share a touch of his own. It was only fair, right?]

I think the closest to anything I got like that was when I lived with my gang back in Saint Denis. Beautiful city, in some parts. Marble pillars on mansions, beautiful bars, parks with flowers, everything you could imagine. Even had some real nice paved roads, don't see those too often.

It had a nasty underbelly, but it was nice to take a lil' night on the town, pretend that wasn't there for a few minutes. I grew up rough n' wild, so I took nights of luxury where I could get 'em. I didn't feel like I needed 'em or anything, but it was a nice break from everything I knew to see a different cut of the world, you know?

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[When Arthur offers his own tale, Sänger watches him attentively, immediately putting such words to his imagination.]

Yeah.... Yeah, I can understand that.

The world is a lot bigger than we give credit for, sometimes. Even if much of it is just a plane ride away. Not so much here, from what I can glean.

Where I'm from, a lot of it is paved roads, and paved sidewalks, and not much else. So much so it's only really the outskirts where you can enjoy nature itself. We've traded in the rough and wild for the cold of cement and steel, and cookie-cutter housing without character, flair, nor class. And, for me-- I was bathed in so much luxury I probably wouldn't care if I lost most of it.

That being said, that Saint Denis of yours must be quite a lovely sight.

[His gaze softens somewhat, in a way that wasn't before.]

Where did you spend most of your time, when you were there? What do you like to do the most?

[Focus, Arthur. Listen to what he's saying. Do not get stuck on the fact that you have no idea what a plane is.]

I seen a bit of city like that. Back where I was from, we ain't come quite that far along, but I could see that was the direction it was goin'. It was sad to see.

[For the last question, he paused his work, seeming to mull on that for a moment, before giving a nonchalant shrug.]

I did a lot of wanderin' around, so there ain't much of a place I'd call most of it! Had one camp set up near this lake that was nice enough, if you didn't mind mosquitos and gators. You wouldn't believe the sunset, though. As for what I liked to do... well, hell, I didn't do much outside of what we needed to. Drinkin', gamblin', seein' the sights was most of it. Did a little fishin' and huntin', of course. [A short pause, and a thoughtful hum.] I did a little bit of drawin', as well, but nothin' too special. Just liked to put some of the sights down on paper, save 'em for later. Just little things like that, mostly.

[Just ask, Arthur. There's no shame in not knowing.

[As it is, Sänger continues to listen with rapt attention, making little connections in order to remember things long-term. Artwork, though... He perks a little more at that, and has to stamp down hard on the urge to barge into his personal space. He's kind of putting some pieces together about Arthur's history (or rather, around what time he's from,) or connecting dots-- but whether or not they're actually connected is up in the air.]

If you're ever up to drawing, I'd be happy to look if you feel up to sharing. Or we can just share a few drinks and a friendly game of poker or two. Provided I can find cards. At least alcohol is easy enough to come by here.

...Maybe drinks as a reward for our hard work here, after we call it quits? If you'd like?

[The offer to share art seemed to leave him, if the word could ever be applied to a man such as him, a bit shy. His art had been something personal, a footnote of the things he did so small that he'd barely even thought of it, he didn't think that anyone (beyond perhaps a drunken Frenchman or two of his past) would have any interest in it. Now here comes the worry about living up to the self-imposed expectations of his work.]

[The offer of game and drink was never an unwelcome sight, however, and he looked distinctly pleased at the notion, giving a short nod.]

You know? I think, by the time we're done with all this, we're gonna have well earned some drinks! I'm bunked up in the Hanged Man right now, so that's a thought, but if there's any other bars 'round here that you got your eyes on, I'm still tryin' to get a good feel for everything they got out here and won't turn nothin' new down.

[Moving to more comfortable topics is always a good idea; Sänger makes a mental note of the slight tell of shyness in Arthur's demeanor, but otherwise lets the art topic slide away.]

I actually haven't been there yet. You can show me around. I apparently almost drank some spoiled drinks in the hub though, so watch out for that if you go there.

[Distantly, he recalls the drinks Tifa made for him. And there's the tiniest of twitches to the corner of his lips as he thinks of her.]

Still, an interesting name - the Hanged Man. That's likely a reference to either the tarot card, or gallows humor....

[His net hooks another bit of debris that he tugs ashore.]

Ah, but yeah, if I find somewhere new, I'll inform you immediately. Especially if it's good.

[He makes a point to flash a smile at him in emphasis.]

Spoiled drinks? Never run into anything like that, so I think you're gonna be just fine. It ain't nothin' fancy, but it does what it does well. Makes up for it by bein' cozy and easy to work with. I'm willin' to bet you know the types.

[The short smile that he was offered was given back, albeit muted as usual, before he returned to his work. He made sure to keep in touch with any small-talk that was shot his way, and respond to it in turn - anything from the strange weather here, to favorite plants, to types of music that were favored where they came from.]

[The brief interludes of chatter made short work of their portion of the beach, and with some effort, Arthur hauled his half, wiping his brow beneath his hat. Nothing quite like seeing the fruits of some rigorous physical labor - a clean shore, at least for the part of it they'd worked on.]

Think that's everything we needed to get! You 'bout ready to get movin', Sänger?

[An easy enough answer to get was that Sänger's favorite flowers were phlox flowers - they were cute, varied in colors, and some did very well to snuff out weeds by providing ample ground coverage. In fact, he had a small garden of them up on the roof back home, where he'd take breakfast and coffee while watching the sunrise. Alone, sure, but it was peaceful. And he liked that sort of thing.

[Sänger made sure to memorize whatever Arthur told him about himself, in kind, and during their work, he'd taken a moment to shuck off his shirt and tuck it into the back of his pants. His build is toned enough, if a little slight, with some mastectomy scars running under his chest.

[When he's spoken to again, he lets out a heavy sigh and nods.]

Yes. As much as I don't mind labor like this, I'm eager to take a break. If I find a clean pool anywhere though, I'm jumping in there first.

Won't blame you a single bit for that. Maybe later on you can hike back out here and get on in, it'll sure be clean enough.

[Tossing him a short snicker, he got everything ready, and started off. Since he'd gotten set up there already, he was sure it wasn't any issue to lead Sänger in that direction. He did take notice of the scars before the man would go to put his shirt on, however, and they seemed to take his interest.

A short nod was taken his way, and he glanced back for a moment, before looking ahead, talking as they walked.]

You know, Sänger, I'm surprised! I didn't take you for the fightin' type, unless you got those scars from havin' a run-in with somethin'. What's the story there?

A fight? I-- oh.

[It took a moment to grasp what Arthur was talking about, but after that, Sänger went back to a content - even proud - expression.]

It could be construed as a fight, in its own way, but not conventionally so. These are surgical scars from a doctor. I have them here, and one here.

[He taps a small scar a little ways beneath his navel.]

I was born a girl, but I knew from a young age that I was a man. I think I suspected it around the age of six or seven. So he and his team helped me with that in my early teens. Among other procedures, and other teams attending to my care.

So they removed breast tissue, and most of my uterus for me in my late teens, and after I turned twenty, respectively.

I think that's the gist of it. Do I need to clarify anything for you?

You used to be...

[He spoke, slowing his walk, so he could better look his way. It seemed to take a minute to churn through his thoughts, but the math seemed to be there. He let out a quiet 'huh', before looking back ahead.]

...Well, I'll be damned! Didn't know you could do somethin' like that. They can do 'bout anything with medicine, though, so I s'pose that makes sense. Came outta it with some interesting scars, too, so I guess there ain't too much to complain about on your end, is there?

Yeah. Medicine has come a far way with the times, and new discoveries.

They still don't have any way of completely cheating death, but it's always advancing in steps.

Still. I appreciate your response a great deal, Arthur. It means a lot.

[Feeling, perhaps, the slightest bit self-conscious, Sänger pulls his shirt back on and absently fluffs it, as if that might shake out some of the wrinkles from it being shoved into the waist of his pants. The chain of his monocle then gets clipped back onto the shirt.]

In any case, if you ever have questions, I'm happy to answer, but know that my experience certainly isn't universal.

Don't you go givin' them any ideas, now. Let somebody cheat death, and they'll make a whole mess outta it. That's a conversation for another day, though.

If somethin' else comes to me, though, I'll let you know. Don't want to be disrespectful or nothin', of course.

[Unlike his companion, he wasn't particularly worried about his shirt - that was, at least, until they got back to the Hanged Man. It wasn't a terribly proper establishment, sure, but he wanted to remain presentable. Buttons were clasped shut again, a jacket that'd been slung over his shoulder was tugged back on, and, once they arrived, he pushed open the door, leading Sänger inside.]

You wanna grab a table, or you wanna grab drinks first? I ain't too picky either way. Usually I just sit 'round the bar, but I know fancy folks like to have a little more space to 'emselves. [The last remark came with a joking snicker rising to his scruffy face.]

Mm, good point.

[Noticing the shift in dress, Sänger couldn't help but smile. How proper!]

How 'bout drinks first, and we find a table. I'm no fancy folk, but I imagine the bar itself is a more popular spot. With a bit of distance, there's space to people-watch, if nothing else.

[As it is, Sänger orders scotch - or the closest equivalent the bar has - and waits for Arthur to order his own before looking for a table a little further away from other people. Wherever Arthur happens to sit, Sänger slides in next to him. Could he have done that at the bar? Sure. But a table is a little more secluded. Just in case any flirting he plans on doing hits sour. Then, there's no audience. Sänger can apologize and back off, and Arthur won't feel put on the spot.

[Theoretically.

[He gives them a moment to enjoy their drinks, and easily downs about half of his scotch with only a slight, quiet sigh to show for the burn down.]

Why'd you put your jacket back on before we came in here, anyway? Given how hard we worked, I can hardly think that you got cold so quick.

Gotta say, though, the view of you is nice no matter what. So I'm not complaining - just curious.

[Arthur was glad to agree, and with drinks grabbed (he'd tried a mead this time, for the sake of experimenting, but went ahead and grabbed a whiskey anyways - after all, it saved a trip, right?

With the extra glass sat well aside on the table, though, Arthur took a long drink from his cup, letting out a contented breath of his own. Alcohol of dubious quality, lantern-lights, and good company - it was already starting to feel more and more like home.

He lifted an interested brow Sänger's way as he spoke, though, and at the question--- quickly followed by the ever-so-slightly flirtatious comment--- he gave a chuckle, setting his cup aside.]

Naw, I ain't cold, it's just what I been brought up with. You go in somewhere, and if you can help it, you go in there dressed. It ain't like I put nothin' fancy on, either! I had this jacket for years, it's seen hell. [He joked, pausing to take another swig of mead, before cracking a small, playful smile the other man's way.] Besides, I wasn't aware I had anybody takin' in the sights 'til now.

Ahh, I was playing my cards a little close to my chest. But I definitely was. Still am.

[He gives him a deliberate once-over.]

You're definitely an attractive man, Arthur. And I don't only mean physically. Not trying to butter you up or anything, if you're worried, but that's just what I see so far in you.

[He takes a healthy swig of his drink, and props an elbow on the table, chin resting on his knuckles. The worn, well-kept leather gives nary a creak.]

You're respectful, and I enjoy talking with you.

[You're crazy cute, too, dammit.

[In the slightly dim light of the Hanged Man, Sänger's gaze seems to glow a little, the pink color of his irises standing out a little more. Enough that it bathes his eyelashes and a few wayward strands of his hair in a dim, pink color.]

I like hearing you talk about yourself, too. What you get up to. How your world is different from mine. What's similar.

[As much as he'd like to be blunt, perhaps he can get away with a more subtle approach - if only because he seems receptive to the easy flirting so far. He doesn't want to spook him by coming on too hard.]

We even have similar tastes in alcohol, it seems? I like my drinks with a subtly sweet undertone, you know? But with enough bite at the onset.

[The compliments seem to surprise Arthur, and leave him gawking for a moment. There weren't many times he'd been outright complimented like that, nor by anyone he's actually spoken with, so Sänger's very direct remarks seemed to throw him through a loop. It wasn't as though night-working women hadn't fluffed him with those sorts of things, either, and he'd exchanged sweet talk with his wife - but it had been so long since any of that, and never before with a man, that he wasn't sure what to make of it.

That was hardly a bad thing, but he digressed.

A small cough was given, an attempt to try to regain his composure. Don't look too hard into this man's glowing eyes. It was easier said than done.]

You sure you're thinkin' of the right fella? [He tried to make a joke, but it came out frustratingly flustered. He was a grizzled outlaw, goddamn it, how was he letting himself get undone like this? It wasn't as though there was much to do to fix it, though.] I 'preciate hearin' that, though. You're a good lookin' man! And--- if you don't mind my sayin', but I didn't think I'd hear much from proper-lookin' folks that was worth anything, but you're awfully insightful.

[Another short pause, and he offered his mug over.]

I hardly know what to think of this drink, honestly. Ain't like nothin' we had back at home, least not where I ran around. You're welcome to try. Bar owner said it's called "mead."

[The reply Arthur gives him only seems to make the glow in his eyes give a brief flicker - especially at the compliment in turn. Calling him insightful, too - damn does that feel good to hear.

[Offered a sip of Arthur's drink, Sänger's gaze crinkles fondly.]

Fun little fact - mead is primarily made from fermented honey, but other things could be added too. Including hops.

[He's had mead before, but not from this establishment. He takes Arthur's offered mug and takes a sip, letting the flavors unfold over his tongue for a moment before swallowing. He lets out the tiniest hum of a moan - just to be a little cheeky at him and see if he likes that sort of sound. His voice dips just the softest touch lower, huskier, as he looks at Arthur with a borderline dreamy look to his gaze.]

...Ohh, I quite like that. I won't deprive you of it, though.

[His movements are smooth as he offers the mug back, and he absently licks his bottom lip clean where a small droplet of it had trickled.]

[Right about now, Arthur wished he still had that drink, quite frankly - or anything to keep his hands occupied with. Not only was Sänger coming onto him, something he was distinctly unused to (in a serious context), but he was being extremely forward about it, now. He'd had the mead, he knew full and well it wasn't that good.

What harm was there in seeing where this went, though? He was a good man, and Arthur knew full and well how this world worked. When in Rome, right?]

It sure is somethin' else, isn't it? [He replied, but it was clear that he more than likely wasn't just talking about the drink.] You know, I ain't always been so keen on explorin' and tryin' these sorts of new things out, but if there's a time to do it, I s'pose it's when you're dead.

[Certainly, it's piss poor for mead, but isn't bad as a drink on its own. The company kept makes it taste a little nicer to him, though. He grins a little at the comment, and lightly walks his gloved fingers down Arthur's forearm - just a little, daring touch. With the jacket in the way, it probably barely even registers, if that.]

Certainly. I'd be happy to explore a few things with you. Anytime it doesn't click with you, you tell me right quick, alright?

[He's certainly not just talking about drinks, either.]

Having a good time is a lot more favorable than a bad time, wouldn't you say?

[It definitely wasn't something Arthur would have picked up on, had he not been looking in the general direction, and his eyes followed the movement for a short moment, before they flickered back up his friend's way. Oh, so this was moving in that direction faster than anticipated, huh? Some part of him had some nerves knotted in his stomach, but the other part was decidedly curious at the notion.]

I surely will! But... I ain't run into nothin' I'd say I wasn't clickin' with. [He replied, making it clear he wasn't completely talking about the drinks, either.] Sometimes all a fella needs is a change of pace n' scenery to try somethin' new, you know?

[Sänger's heart does a little flip in excitement, and his whole expression softens up in turn. His voice drops a little to a soft, low purr.]

If you'd like to, care to find somewhere out-of-the-way with me?

So long as I know what you don't like, I won't cross any of your lines in the sand, so to speak. No matter where they happen to be. I promise you that.

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