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TDM #8
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The Lobby.
- 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 have died and so has 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 on 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.
- If you're one of the unlucky few whose death required a bit more intensive re-coding to maintain stability in the simulation, you'll instead awaken on a bed in the infirmary. Everything is strikingly white save for the occasional string of vines with lavender growing in bursts to help keep people calm. Whether or not it works seems to be on a case-by-case basis.
While there is active medical staff, the voice of The Peacekeeper is also there to explain the situation in a more delicate manner to these individuals. It's already stressful enough having to have gone through such a violent death, after all!
If characters want more questions answered, they'll need to speak to The Peacekeeper directly. But first, it will encourage socialization in the main hub and hopefully, you'll find someone you recognize to make taking things in a little easier.
- Throughout the main hub where everyone congregates, a light chiming echoes through the first floor. "Hello, everyone," comes the synthetic voice from when you first arrived. "Please, enjoy the seasonal flavors I'd added. If you'd like, there is also cake and other refreshments. available."
WHAT
The eighth Amani TDM!
WHEN
September 23nd, 2022
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Urgency (for sex)
★ Trapped Together
★ Claiming / Ownership
★ Clothed Sex
★ Exhibitionism/ Voyeurism
★ Trapped Together
★ Claiming / Ownership
★ Clothed Sex
★ Exhibitionism/ Voyeurism
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
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 the 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 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.
WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU APPLES
As the temperatures begin to gradually drop and the Autumn Equinox is upon the simulation, things begin to look a lot more colorful. All the green that usually covers things is now varying shades of yellow, orange, and red. Leaves flutter off trees in the smallest breeze and have begun to collect into large piles just about everywhere. They're quite fun to jump in! Just be aware that you'll be the one raking it back up instead of the NPCs should you make too large of a mess.
There is also an abundance of apples ripe for picking. As such, The Peacekeeper has made a warm apple cider for inhabitants to enjoy. There are samples in the main hub and throughout the city in the little markets or any food stalls that one may wander by. Inhabitants are also free to make their own but should know these delicious fruits come with a catch as things here in Amani often do.
Whether eaten straight or having a sip of cider, these apples will compel one to speak the truth about their most desired sexual fantasy at that moment. You don't have to right away though. In fact, the compulsion will be subtle enough to ignore... at first. The longer one goes without saying what they want (what they really, really want), they'll begin to feel more inexplicably aroused. After a time, what you desire most is actually all you can seem to keep on your mind- So why not just say it, after all? You're certain you'll feel so much better once it's out there.
Should inhabitants wise up to the apples and attempt to warn others off of it, The Peacekeeper seemingly adapts. Here, have a donut! The glaze? Apple. How about a lovely seasonal dish? Oh, what's that hint of sweetness in it? Just a bit of apple! Although not impossible to avoid, the resident AI will be obviously doing all it can to get people to speak their piece.
There is also an abundance of apples ripe for picking. As such, The Peacekeeper has made a warm apple cider for inhabitants to enjoy. There are samples in the main hub and throughout the city in the little markets or any food stalls that one may wander by. Inhabitants are also free to make their own but should know these delicious fruits come with a catch as things here in Amani often do.
Whether eaten straight or having a sip of cider, these apples will compel one to speak the truth about their most desired sexual fantasy at that moment. You don't have to right away though. In fact, the compulsion will be subtle enough to ignore... at first. The longer one goes without saying what they want (what they really, really want), they'll begin to feel more inexplicably aroused. After a time, what you desire most is actually all you can seem to keep on your mind- So why not just say it, after all? You're certain you'll feel so much better once it's out there.
Should inhabitants wise up to the apples and attempt to warn others off of it, The Peacekeeper seemingly adapts. Here, have a donut! The glaze? Apple. How about a lovely seasonal dish? Oh, what's that hint of sweetness in it? Just a bit of apple! Although not impossible to avoid, the resident AI will be obviously doing all it can to get people to speak their piece.
NOW STARRING: YOU?
With chillier evenings comes the instinct to want to cuddle up and stick close to those you care for. For those inhabitants who happen to already have more animal instincts, to begin with, they'll find that they're intensified during this season. The urge to hoard things away for the winter or to busy themselves with making sure everything is in order is hard to ignore. You also, of course, want to keep what you view as yours close - maybe even keep it all to yourself - whether that be an object or a person. These intensified instincts will come in waves, thankfully, so not all-consuming... but definitely noticeable until winter rolls around!
In order to help facilitate some aforementioned cuddling up, The Peacekeeper has set up an outdoor movie night for inhabitants at the campgrounds in the forest. There will, of course, be apple-flavored treats abound but- Not to worry! There is also just standard popcorn available if you'd prefer something less sweet and less prone to lead to embarrassing confessions.
As for the type of movie showing, well... It's up to you! There are different genres to choose from ranging from romance to action; unfortunately, all of them end up being porn parodies of the actual movie in question. Although they'll seem normal enough at first, they'll quickly devolve into cliche tropes such as enemies to lovers, trapped together, and so on that naturally lead to no other conclusion than boning down.
While there isn't any reason to stay and continue watching, those that do will start to notice something strange. The actors on the screens were once unfamiliar but gradually begin to look like someone you know currently in the simulation. Is that a holiday-themed romcom starring Marianne and Zagreus sharing their first kiss in the snow? Is that Eiden displaying some extremely obvious sexual tension mid-battle with Shane? What about how those two escapees sharing an intimate moment in a murder mystery look suspiciously like Erika and Lumine?
Regardless of who it is you suddenly see on screen together, the point is: you know them.
Is it weird? Or are you kind of into it? Just be careful: You may see your partner with someone else on the big screen, suddenly, and realize you're a bit more voyeuristic than you thought! Or it might stoke a bit of surprising jealousy that you didn't realize you harbored until then. Either way, it's all meant to be in good fun!
In order to help facilitate some aforementioned cuddling up, The Peacekeeper has set up an outdoor movie night for inhabitants at the campgrounds in the forest. There will, of course, be apple-flavored treats abound but- Not to worry! There is also just standard popcorn available if you'd prefer something less sweet and less prone to lead to embarrassing confessions.
As for the type of movie showing, well... It's up to you! There are different genres to choose from ranging from romance to action; unfortunately, all of them end up being porn parodies of the actual movie in question. Although they'll seem normal enough at first, they'll quickly devolve into cliche tropes such as enemies to lovers, trapped together, and so on that naturally lead to no other conclusion than boning down.
While there isn't any reason to stay and continue watching, those that do will start to notice something strange. The actors on the screens were once unfamiliar but gradually begin to look like someone you know currently in the simulation. Is that a holiday-themed romcom starring Marianne and Zagreus sharing their first kiss in the snow? Is that Eiden displaying some extremely obvious sexual tension mid-battle with Shane? What about how those two escapees sharing an intimate moment in a murder mystery look suspiciously like Erika and Lumine?
Regardless of who it is you suddenly see on screen together, the point is: you know them.
Is it weird? Or are you kind of into it? Just be careful: You may see your partner with someone else on the big screen, suddenly, and realize you're a bit more voyeuristic than you thought! Or it might stoke a bit of surprising jealousy that you didn't realize you harbored until then. Either way, it's all meant to be in good fun!
PEACEFUL PATCHWORK
With Autumn temperatures also comes new fashion statements for inhabitants to make. The Peacekeeper has provided one piece of clothing for each individual in the simulation. Although it tried its best, the resident AI had a difficult time with patchwork theme it tried to go for.
Instead of matching gloves, you have two different ones. That scarf has an awful lot of different pieces and textures to it, doesn't it? It's charming, in a way, and maybe you wear what you've been given despite the strange style. Who could blame you when clothes otherwise cost stamps to get?
But the thing is: The Peacekeeper made all the clothes from the same pieces of fabric even if they were stitched together in different ways. Those different colored gloves do actually have a matching mate out there in the simulation. Once you put them on, you'll suddenly find yourself magnetized almost unnaturally towards whoever is wearing the opposite glove. Not only that, but you'll be holding their hand and can't seem to let go!
In the case of a scarf, it might suddenly twine itself around whoever has a matching patch on their own clothes, and now you're literally tied together! Oops.
How do you get free? Make peace with the other person, of course! As with nearly everything, intimacy is the key. There's no saying how mild or intense it needs to be, just that your gesture of peace is obvious enough to calm down these clothes with a mind of their own and let you both breathe.
Instead of matching gloves, you have two different ones. That scarf has an awful lot of different pieces and textures to it, doesn't it? It's charming, in a way, and maybe you wear what you've been given despite the strange style. Who could blame you when clothes otherwise cost stamps to get?
But the thing is: The Peacekeeper made all the clothes from the same pieces of fabric even if they were stitched together in different ways. Those different colored gloves do actually have a matching mate out there in the simulation. Once you put them on, you'll suddenly find yourself magnetized almost unnaturally towards whoever is wearing the opposite glove. Not only that, but you'll be holding their hand and can't seem to let go!
In the case of a scarf, it might suddenly twine itself around whoever has a matching patch on their own clothes, and now you're literally tied together! Oops.
How do you get free? Make peace with the other person, of course! As with nearly everything, intimacy is the key. There's no saying how mild or intense it needs to be, just that your gesture of peace is obvious enough to calm down these clothes with a mind of their own and let you both breathe.
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!NOTES
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!
★ 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 the Love Bugs for helping workshop and finalize ideas for this TDM!
★ Make sure to dunk your questions/feedback in the thread below!
★ We are currently at 48/50 player 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.
NAVIGATION
QUESTIONS/FEEDBACK
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They weren't sure how many people would be coming, but even so, they were hopeful. Perhaps a taste of home might assuage them of their growing homesickness.
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[ Arthur made his appearance, calling over the short distance as he joined the party. He tipped his hat, taking a look around - it was a nice set-up they’d had. He’d never seen, nor really heard of Equinox celebrations, but this surely looked like a party, and he’d never pass up an excuse to enjoy some good times with friends. ]
You got a real good arrangement here! Hope I ain’t too late to join in. I asked Cain what I ought to bring, and he said somethin’ about foragin’, so… brought you some mushrooms. Got a good variety of ‘em out here, even.
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When her walk through the woods took her close enough to pick up on the scent of a bonfire and apples, though, she let her curiosity bring her closer, until she could actually get a look at the fire itself and the... very tall moth person cutting apples nearby, god damn. "Ah... hey."
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"Happy Equinox," he offers gamely. He's not entirely certain it's the correct greeting, but this reminds him more of the harvest festivals back home than any sort of formal affair, and Bronwyn doesn't seem the type to stand on formalities anyway.
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shows up 2 weeks late w/starbux for bronwyn
In her hair, there blooms bright Calibrachoa. While Bronwyn isn't who she was expecting, she doesn't miss a beat as she smiles and waves. "Hey, dude! Hope I'm in the right location for the party?"
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Vi | Arcane
Well, that had been a... sobering revelation. Dead. Everyone dead. Whether Vi should believe what she'd been told was neither here nor there; she remembered what had happened. And despite everything she'd tried, every plea she'd made, she couldn't help but understand that it was her fault she was there. It all came back to her and a horrible thing she'd done and said to her sister. It always would.
Finding herself an unoccupied bench in the Main Hub, not too far from where that artificial voice was offering food, Vi rest her arms on her knees and stared at the robotic rabbit with glowing blue eyes sitting down before her. After a long moment, the rabbit huffed and immediately darted into the path of someone walking by, getting underfoot.
"Hey-- The hell you-- Wait!" Vi shot to her feet and went over to help her DTF's unfortunate victim if necessary. "Sorry, I don't know why it did that. It seems to have a mind of its own."
{Movies}
Vi had never been around so many trees before in her life. Combine that with the large bodies of water that weren't polluted to all hell and maybe, just maybe, listening to her rabbit's advice to join the others for a movie wasn't a terrible idea. She needed to learn who was who in this populace anyway. Maybe she'd eventually find someone she knew... or maybe these movies were just an excuse to put porn on a big screen without having to pay for it.
Laying on her stomach, propped up on pillows, Vi rolled an apple she'd nicked from a cart idly on the ground from one hand to the other. She snorted at the oh no there's only one bed cliche and accidentally rolled the apple a little too hard. It bounced off her hand and across the way, into a group of people where it hit someone. Whoops. She could go own up to being the apple owner but... there were a lot of people here. It could have been anyone.
{Patchwork}
Clothing was not supposed to have a mind of its own. Vi had no idea why the damn scarf she'd put on to ward off the chill had decided it was possessed, but there she'd been, walking alone and minding her own damn business, when the ugly thing suddenly yanked her backwards. It wasn't until she'd practically shoulder checked the poor soul she'd been passing by at that moment that she regained her balance.
"What the hell?" Grabbing the scarf, she tugged on it, trying to get it free from whatever it was caught on. Unfortunately, Vi was strong and hadn't realized the scarf was caught on the other person...
Mettaton | Undertale [OTA]
[ Oh, what a shame.
The news that he’d died wasn’t sitting well with Mettaton. Who would it sit well with, really? Besides someone who’d knowingly charged into battle, he couldn’t say.
If what was done was done, though, and it was, what could he do? There was little to be done besides see what he had to work with. After all, if this world he was now a part of wasn’t a ceaseless void of nothingness, that was something he could work with. Maybe he could even make it big here?
He had to start simple, though, and there wasn’t much simpler than rolling out into the wide open world, flagging down the first soul he could find, and seeing himself right over. ]
Well, hello, lovely! [ He greeted them, bright and confident as could be. ] I need a favor, darling, if you have a moment. I’m new, you see, and I don’t have a single clue of where the best spots in town are. Care to show me the sights?
[ ON THE BIG SCREEN ]
[ Now, this was something he could get used to.
A movie night under the stars, with all manner of apple-flavored treats. He’d found himself a lovely fleece blanket to sprawl himself on, the metal that made his body bending cartoonishly as he propped himself up.
If one looked close enough, as he watched the saucy films showing on the projectors, he was… eating? If you could call it eating. Mostly, he was mashing apple cookies into where a mouth might approximately be, reducing them to crumbs, and brushing the crumbs off the blanket every so often.
When a movie gets into a lull, he finds himself itching to socialize, and leans over to bother the person just to the side, lowering his voice a bit. ]
You know, I had no idea any of these people were actors. I never would have guessed, looking at them! But they really have a knack for it. For the most part.
[ STRANGE CONNECTIONS ]
[ When you’re a robot, there’s no reason to take things like clothes. You don’t exactly get cold. And, for the most part, these sorts of things would just get in the way, right?
Well, that didn’t stop Mettaton from gladly accepting nearly a whole outfit of delightfully patchworked clothes. It was a bit rustic for his usual tastes, and he layered gloves over gloves, but camp was always in style!
What he didn’t expect, of course, was for the garments to pull towards what, at first, seemed like nothing in particular. He hadn’t even noticed, really - he thought he was just wandering.
And then, his hand found another one, and, for a moment, he could only look at the hand he held, before he looked back up to the complete stranger he’d held hands with. ]
…Well. I’ll be honest with you. I don’t usually meet people like this.
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( OOC Note: I'm playing him in his Box Body at the moment, but he can switch to his more humanoid form as the opportunity strikes! :] )
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[ Biker had only barely put his own glove onto his hand to try it on, amused by how well the neon pink of some of the patchwork matched his vest and wondering where its partner was, when suddenly, there the damn thing was, on a weird, cartoony, robotic hand attached to a rubberhose arm and subsequently a body metal body. He knew this place was weird, but damn. ]
Pretty sure that's my glove, too.
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"Sorry if this is rude- where the hell are you putting those cookies?"
Harvey | Stardew Valley [OTA]
[ Harvey wasn’t one who’d lived a terribly eventful life, something he’d admit to easily. He wasn’t the type to wake up somewhere and not recognize it immediately; in fact, he’d only really ever woken up in whatever place he’d been living in!
That made this awakening— not only somewhere completely unrecognizable, but with the news that came with it— all the more jarring.
He’d died. The world ended. It was up in the air which came first.
He would thank the Peacekeeper, promise to see them later if he needed anything, and see himself out to promptly get sick.
It wasn’t even that he’d died— Harvey knew full and well that, eventually, everyone died. Some people, it comes sooner than later, and all you can try to do is take every moment you can, and make the most of it.
What hit him the most is that he’d made exactly nothing of it.
No partner. No children. No pets. (Was that for the best, since everyone died, apparently?) A career, sure, but something that was more of a skill-choice, and failed dream after failed dream sitting on his personal bookshelves of disappointment.
After he’d gotten the news, he spent about a solid two hours in the bathroom, before he emerged, feeling a bit hollowed out, but, ultimately, with some level of acceptance.
Might as well make the best of it, right?
That was why, when he heard there was an infirmary in this strange version of an afterlife, he saw his way there immediately. Sure, he didn’t need to get straight back into medical work, but he needed something familiar. Anything would do.
And, perhaps a bit rudely, but without any of the brainspace to worry about that at the moment, he let himself in. He wandered the infirmary in a quiet sort of appreciation— after all, it was surprisingly well stocked, and even had some things he didn’t recognize in it— as though it were a museum, letting himself absently into whatever room didn’t seem too important.
It was only when, moving down a hallway, he caught sight of someone else, and finally returned to his right mind. Oh, God. He was trespassing. On his first day in some bizarre new place. Great job, genius. Cue an embarrassed, slowly-reddening face, as he tried to flounder and justify himself. ]
Ah— hello! I was just… looking through the faculties! [ Not as strong of a defense as he was hoping for, but it’d have to do. ] I’m sorry if it’s any trouble! I can see myself out.
ii. an apple a day?
[ Like a moth to flame, Harvey was always instantly drawn to the delights of early Fall.
It seemed like something very simple, and a great start to his time in Amani: apple cider! It was rich, with a perfect balance of spices and delightful fruit flavors, and the sort of warm that he’d always loved. The small booth he’d picked it up from was charming, as well. Sure, he knew often better than to take food from those he didn’t know, but this was the afterlife! What better time would he get to finally live a little, right?
The warm spice blend left a strange, somewhat-pleasant burn in the pit of his stomach, seeming to grow slowly hotter over time, but he paid no mind to it, especially considering he wasn’t the only one at the booth. Time to make pleasant conversation and new connections! ]
Here for cider, as well? It’s some of the best I’ve ever had, I think! You’ll enjoy it.
iii. patchy connections
Oh— oh, I’m so sorry, haha, um—
[ The flustered apology came to the person who he’d locked hands with, the blue-speckled glove matching their own. He wasn’t sure what’d compelled him to take the free garment that had been left out, but he did. The chilled autumn winds were starting to blow in, after all, and something about the gloves had charmed him.
Apparently, it was an evil charm that wanted to embarrass him. ]
Let me just— [ He made an earnest attempt at both opening his hand, then sliding his hand out of the glove. Both were met with astronomical failure. Cue another nervous laugh. ] Wow, these are… really on there, huh?
Infirmary.
"Quite all right, ser, no harm done. Please, look at your leisure." An unspoken 'just don't break anything' lingered at the end of her sentence.
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Apple a Day
Sure, what the hell. Is it spiked? [ He was taking a sip before the question was answered. ]
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Jagadai Iriq | FFXIV | Non-WoL OC
/////////////////// Peaceful Patchwork ////
/////////////////// Porn Parodies ////
/////////////////// Wildcard ////
[[[ Jagadai is an Au Ra , a scaled, lizard-looking race from FFXIV. He is quite tall, even for his race, in his early/mid 20s, but is overall a friendly, gregarious and gullible himbo archetype. He is terrible with money, and a bit of a workaholic. His main profession is that of a blacksmith.
I am open to smut in these prompts should the threads go that way but Jag's gender preference leans towards masculine (m/m) for anything overtly sexual. He's also a big dumb virgin, but not out of lack of understanding/desire, his attention/focus has just been on other things. No naive blushing virgins here.]]
patchy the scarecrow
but, beggars can't be choosers here, so he is Suffering.
even moreso when he's suddenly being pulled somewhere by... the ugly scarf? that doesn't make sense, but very little has been making sense to him. the heels of his boots dig into the dirt in a poor bid to stop himself from following the whims of an inanimate object. is he cursing? yes. is he attempting to grab onto something to stop moving? also yes. is it working? unfortunately, no.
that is, until he slams into something warm and solid and stops moving. he can feel the scarf tug a little more but before he can get a good look at things, he's pressed even closer against a body that it's all he can do to tip his head to look up. )
Excuse you.
( he's annoyed, sorry. in the back of his mind he knows this person isn't at fault, but he has nothing else to blame at the moment. plus, his nose hurts from slamming into a solid body. sae moves his hands to rest against the au ra's abdomen and he pushes to try and get some distance — it doesn't work well. he curses again as his fingers curl tightly into the fabric of the other man's shirt.
he sighs; it rolls into a groan at the end. )
My earring— ( he lifts his hand, pointing toward the base of his left ear. he can feel it tangled in his hair and the knit of the scarf. it's a cluster of purple flowers with two dangly bits meant to hang off delicately but they're currently caught and being pulled in opposite directions. ) I can't tell what it's stuck on. ( or move away enough to fix it himself, but whatever. that can be dealt with in a second. ) Can you fix it?
Porn Parodies
Biker's been here all of five minutes, exploring the areas where people seem to be, and he's already seen people in fantasy armor, gravity-defying hair, a catboy probably (?) and a bigass moth just on the stroll through, and now there's some kind of lizard man with head spikes. What is going on?
But... there are porn parodies on TV and the guy just seems so... eager.
Fuck it. ]
Sure, pal. Scoot over.
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This is awfully rude of it, but no harm done. [He's been pulled close enough to have to crane his neck to smile up at him, but it's genuine enough despite that.] Just one more of the Peacekeeper's usual games, I'm sure.
[Closed for Nyx] An apple a day keeps the sadness away~
"Oh, is this a video? How exciting! Hey Nyx can you hear me? I'm at the market and was wondering if you are free right now. There are some lovely new treats and I thought we might share some."
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"'m actually down at the fish market. Where d'you wanna meet?" Then the line goes quiet, clearly muted on his end.... odd. hmm.. Tifa? How good is your passive perception?
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BIKER || HOTLINE MIAMI
[ Goddammit.
He'd been so close.
He can't rightly recall how it happened. As far as he could remember, he'd gotten away from the people hunting him and was well on his way out of town. But now, here he was, in some insane sci-fi hospital, with a computer telling him he was dead. This was some Star Trek level bullshit. It wasn't fucking fair.
But then moments later, the computer tells him what he's supposed to be doing here.
Okay that's actually not so bad.
Once the Peacekeeper's spiel is over, he stands up, ready to check the place out--- and promptly collapses on the floor. Huh. Guess he's still pretty lightheaded. Little help? ]
[ Loving the View || Porn Parodies ]
[ Oh fuck yeah. Normally outdoor movie nights with a bunch of random strangers would not at all be Biker's style, but porn parodies? Now that's cinema.
Flopping on a beanbag chair next to a big bowl of popcorn, Biker kicked back, happy to enjoy the parodies for what they were. After all, he didn't know any of these people yet.
Of course, the best part of watching porn is having a little fun yourself. And since these seemed to be familiar faces, he figured it was safe to assume that these people liked to show off just as much as he did. He glanced around the crowd, seeing if he could spot anyone else who was feeling keen to blow off a little steam. ]
arrival;
"Smooth move, bud." He said, crouching down to investigate with all the enthusiasm of a man watching paint dry. "First day with your new legs?"
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I'm so sorry for him lmao
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arrival
But, either way, one thing holds true: She's gotta check this place out.
...Oooor she could immediately get sidetracked by the human collapsed on the floor. That works too.
She squats down in front of him, planting her hands on the floor as her ears flick curiously toward him.] You havin' trouble, there?
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Loving the View
The screen version seems to be some kind of wicked sex wizard, using his magic and wiles to seduce an innocent, sheltered princess(?) only to be ravished in turn by the muscular blond hero.
The man himself seems flattered and amused, more than anything. Also shifty, in a way that suggests the show is definitely getting him worked up.]
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annette hallowedhelm | oc
Was Annette panicking? Probably. Definitely. But it was hard not to panic when one awoke in a strange, stark-white room after falling asleep in their bed. Harder still when said person had just been dealing with undead and terrifying witches with too-long limbs and the promise of death haunting the lands forever. So, yeah, she wasn't doing great when she rolled off the bed, scrambled through the cabinets and drawers of the infirmary, and grabbed the closest thing to a weapon she could find, hand shaking the entire time she held the shattered glass bottle she had fashioned out in front of her; her heart hammering in her chest so hard she thought she might keel over.
Around her, weirdly enough, something flashed in brief intervals as she walked; a ring of gold that started at her feet and then rippled out like the surface of a puddle when a leaf hit it, dissipating and then repeating over and over again like it was searching for something.
Upon hearing footsteps she would stop, hold the jagged end of the bottle out, and hiss out a warning. "D-Don't come any closer! I'm not afraid to use this." technically true, but she wasn't really the, uh, physical type, so it probably wouldn't be hard to disarm her.
now staring...you??
She didn't even know what the actual fuck a movie was, but after her wild time in the main hub, Annette had managed to calm down enough to start investigating the world and happened upon the cozy looking campground. Might as well try and make the best of a shit situation - it certainly wouldn't be the first time. At least she was ahead of the game and, so far as she knew, no one was undead and trying to kill her. Yet.
So the bishop settled onto a pile of pillows and flannel blankets, nursing a mug of warm apple cider and trying not to vibrate out of her skin while she watched the...play? she guessed? Before her. Some cheesy romcom that honestly had her hooked once she finally calmed enough to focus on it.
Then...things got weird. Like. Way too spicy for what had been playing out? And while she didn't recognize the people on screen, she was certain one of them looked like someone else lingering nearby. "By the father..." She muttered, crossing one leg over the other like that would help the sudden swell of heat burning between her thighs, her head pointedly turned skyward to avoid the screen and the rest of the people watching nearby. "Seems a bit intense, doesn't it?" said to no one in particular.
peaceful patchwork
"Well now what am I supposed to do with this?" Annette huffed, holding up the pale yellow, red, and orange scarf so befitting the fall theme around her. The answer would have been obvious, if not on closer inspection one found the scarf split in half and barely able to cover her neck once, let alone do its job properly of keeping her warm.
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Thanatos | Hades
"...This is a highly unlikely situation. There must be some kind of mistake, its just not possible."
The deadpan voice of Death himself called out after sitting patiently through the whole explanation of why he was here and what had happened to his realm. He wasn't convinced, demanded to speak to whoever was in charge, even tried to leave a few times. All to no avail.
Still not convinced, Thanatos has resigned to lingering near a corner of the main lobby, his hood pulled over his head, trying to utilise as much darkness as he can, seeing as it's far too bright for him here, wherever here is.
"I don't like this. It's too vague. Surely I would remember having a hand in all of this? Even Ares keeps me informed when there's loss of life through war. Somethings not adding up."
Grumbling to himself, almost oblivious to those around him currently. In fact, Thantos was so wrapped up in trying to get his head around how Death could die!? That he'd completely neglected his DTF which was currently walking around in the form of a small, cute purple and grey mouse who seemed to be trying to boss smaller DTF's around? Sorry!
[How'd you like them apples?]
It wasn't exactly nectar and it couldn't hold a candle to the ambrosia Zagreus used to gift him back in the House of Hades, but the warm cider wasn't terrible at least.
What was terrible though, was how ones mind tends to wander when you drink it. Frowing his pale brow and aiming his glare down towards his glass, Thanatos wondered if his sudden and awkward musings were connected at all? It seemed suspicious.
It was strange to see, a flash of pink across his grey tanned face, filling his cheeks but there it was nonetheless. He just hoped no one would talk to him before he could make a swift exit to contemplate and digest his sudden urges.
[ Peaceful Patchwork]
"This is ridiculous."
Death grumbled as he approached from behind. Having spotted someone wearing the other glove of his set as well as clearly having a matching scarf to go with it. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he'd felt so driven to make his pair match, but he was!
Shaking his head and Sighing before making his presence to the person known in the only way he knew how to.
"Guh-dong!!"
The sound of a reapers bell chimed loudly all around, and for a second it even seemed to grow darker with a strange green and purple hue to the air. Death had come, and he wanted your knitwear.
[ Wildcard ]
[ ooc: hit me up with your own prompt! I'm pretty easy going, or pm to plot a starter out? ]
Arrival
"Oh, Battie, leave Mort alone," she scolded absently. Then furrowed her brow. Mort?!
Meg did a double take, and lo and behold, there was Thanatos. She rose from where she sat, moving swiftly to meet him. "Than! You're--- back?" She hesitated at the assumption, looking skeptical. There was a fair chance this was not actually the same Thanatos as before, as she'd seen multiple "versions" of the same person appear here. "When did you get here?"
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peaceful patchwork-ish mostly i wanted hypnos pavolv-ing to the guh-dong
Perfect~
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