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TDM #9
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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, seek shelter from the typhoon here. If you'd like, there is cake and some refreshments."
WHAT
The ninth Amani TDM!
WHEN
October 26th - December 31st, 2022
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Shower Sex
★ Footjob OR Bloodplay
★ Breatheplay
★ Position: 69
★ Sensory Deprivation
★ Footjob OR Bloodplay
★ Breatheplay
★ Position: 69
★ Sensory Deprivation
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 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.
FRIEND OR FOE?
Inhabitants may remember all those bushels of apples that appeared not too long ago. Now it's time for a seasonal vegetable to shine: the pumpkin! ... Well, sort of. The trickster pixies have enchanted the native pumpkins and turned them into something new entirely it seems!
The Peacekeeper claims that they are an anomaly and should be treated with caution. It is still trying to gather information on them... but they are very stubborn. These curious little creatures called Poppikins will begin to seek out warmth from the oncoming overnight frosts. And what's a warmer place than where inhabitants have taken up?
While they approach and settle outside homes willingly, trying to bring them indoors will require more time and trust. They return any affection given by seemingly vomiting pumpkin seeds (mixed with candy corn, somehow?) for inhabitants to have. Slowly but surely they may stay indoors overnight; however, one might wish they hadn't taken in this stray in from the cold. As all vegetation is bound to, the Poppikins begin to rot. This is where the trick part of this particulate treat comes in. What once was a sweet, docile but wary creature has now become an undead nightmare. It will spread rotting vines wherever it can, eat anything in sight, and worst of all: They can stack on top of each other to become more powerful and menacing. Hopefully, you only took in one.
You did only take in one... Right?
If bitten by one of these Poppikins, inhabitants will be plagued not with reanimation but an insatiable desire to eat the closest person nearest to them. Not in the literal sense though, of course. No, in the much more peaceful way! While it might not seem like much of a curse, this desire will not fade for a good few hours.
You might want to have some stamina potions ready.
The Peacekeeper claims that they are an anomaly and should be treated with caution. It is still trying to gather information on them... but they are very stubborn. These curious little creatures called Poppikins will begin to seek out warmth from the oncoming overnight frosts. And what's a warmer place than where inhabitants have taken up?
While they approach and settle outside homes willingly, trying to bring them indoors will require more time and trust. They return any affection given by seemingly vomiting pumpkin seeds (mixed with candy corn, somehow?) for inhabitants to have. Slowly but surely they may stay indoors overnight; however, one might wish they hadn't taken in this stray in from the cold. As all vegetation is bound to, the Poppikins begin to rot. This is where the trick part of this particulate treat comes in. What once was a sweet, docile but wary creature has now become an undead nightmare. It will spread rotting vines wherever it can, eat anything in sight, and worst of all: They can stack on top of each other to become more powerful and menacing. Hopefully, you only took in one.
You did only take in one... Right?
If bitten by one of these Poppikins, inhabitants will be plagued not with reanimation but an insatiable desire to eat the closest person nearest to them. Not in the literal sense though, of course. No, in the much more peaceful way! While it might not seem like much of a curse, this desire will not fade for a good few hours.
You might want to have some stamina potions ready.
A FEAST FIT FOR KING CANDY
As Autumn continues in full across the simulation, piles of leaves appear and are just begging for people to jump in! The pixies seem very active this season, actually, since these also come with an enchantment that make people feel playful and mischievous. Even the grumpiest of gills will want to have a fun after falling into a pile of the leaves. Whatever that may mean!
Though things can't keep being thrown into chaos! There has to be some sense of order! "I tried to tell the pixies to leave the native flora and fauna alone," chimes The Peacekeeper one day. There is a noticeable pause after its statement. Eventually, it follows up with: "I think that may have just made it worse."
It is not wrong.
There is a sudden abundance of flora in Amani though it's a little different than most might recall or expect. Nearly everything has been turned into candy. There are candy corn growing tall. From the trees are hanging candy apples decorated with caramel or other delights, chocolate oranges, and those wrapped strawberry candies you might associate with the bottom of an old woman's purse.
"They said they'll only change it back once we've eaten some so their magic doesn't go to waste..." A bit unsure, the resident AI trails off there. "Perhaps a feast?"
A place to hold this feast will be spawned in the ballroom found in the main hub. Although nothing overly lavish, it does have a certain seasonal charm to it. The Peacekeeper asks that to help, everyone brings one serving of a candy of their choice and to eat with a few friends.
If you don't have any yet, not to fret! There are plenty of friendly faces around who would no doubt be happy to break bread... Or, uhm, fried dough as the case may be... with you!
Just be careful: The secret ingredient in this feast is, cliché as it is, intimacy. The longer you eat together with others, the closer you'll feel. The closer you'll feel, the closer you'll want to be to them until there's nothing between you at all.
Though things can't keep being thrown into chaos! There has to be some sense of order! "I tried to tell the pixies to leave the native flora and fauna alone," chimes The Peacekeeper one day. There is a noticeable pause after its statement. Eventually, it follows up with: "I think that may have just made it worse."
It is not wrong.
There is a sudden abundance of flora in Amani though it's a little different than most might recall or expect. Nearly everything has been turned into candy. There are candy corn growing tall. From the trees are hanging candy apples decorated with caramel or other delights, chocolate oranges, and those wrapped strawberry candies you might associate with the bottom of an old woman's purse.
"They said they'll only change it back once we've eaten some so their magic doesn't go to waste..." A bit unsure, the resident AI trails off there. "Perhaps a feast?"
A place to hold this feast will be spawned in the ballroom found in the main hub. Although nothing overly lavish, it does have a certain seasonal charm to it. The Peacekeeper asks that to help, everyone brings one serving of a candy of their choice and to eat with a few friends.
If you don't have any yet, not to fret! There are plenty of friendly faces around who would no doubt be happy to break bread... Or, uhm, fried dough as the case may be... with you!
Just be careful: The secret ingredient in this feast is, cliché as it is, intimacy. The longer you eat together with others, the closer you'll feel. The closer you'll feel, the closer you'll want to be to them until there's nothing between you at all.
PEPPERMINT SCHEMES
Eventually, Autumn gives way to Winter and with it comes biting, frigid cold and snow. The lake freezes over to be perfect for ice skating, snowmen are made, and snowball fights are had. This kind of cold lingers though and seeps into your bones. Unfortunately, it also won't go away by the usual methods.
It will take someone else to ensure that you stay warm during these chilly months. Even if it's just holding a hand or leaning in close, the contact with another person will see warmth spread through your body near instantly and provide comfortable relief.
Just be careful! The sensation might become a bit addicting if you're especially adverse to colder temperatures.
As a last spiteful spell from the pixies before their Winter sleep, they spawn candy cane trees sporadically throughout the simulation. Thankfully, these aren't as obvious or obnoxious as before... but they do come with their own catch! Of course, they do.
For those that may be new or those just brave enough to take the risk, trying the stick of minty candy will see it stuck between your lips. No matter what you do, it won't come loose. At least, not on your own! In order to free yourself from this peppermint hell of your own making, someone else will have to begin to whittle it down from the other end.
Freedom will only come once a kiss is had between the two. Hey, at least you don't have to worry about if your breath is minty fresh!
It will take someone else to ensure that you stay warm during these chilly months. Even if it's just holding a hand or leaning in close, the contact with another person will see warmth spread through your body near instantly and provide comfortable relief.
Just be careful! The sensation might become a bit addicting if you're especially adverse to colder temperatures.
As a last spiteful spell from the pixies before their Winter sleep, they spawn candy cane trees sporadically throughout the simulation. Thankfully, these aren't as obvious or obnoxious as before... but they do come with their own catch! Of course, they do.
For those that may be new or those just brave enough to take the risk, trying the stick of minty candy will see it stuck between your lips. No matter what you do, it won't come loose. At least, not on your own! In order to free yourself from this peppermint hell of your own making, someone else will have to begin to whittle it down from the other end.
Freedom will only come once a kiss is had between the two. Hey, at least you don't have to worry about if your breath is minty fresh!
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.
★ Make sure to dunk your questions/feedback in the thread below!
★ As mentioned this TDM will span the rest of 2022! There's a theme for each month that gives people things to play around with as they wish with time being all wibbly wobbly whatever we want. Thanks for your patience guys and I hope this gives you enough to do while I give myself some breathing room to focus on work and studies!
★ We are currently at 42/50 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!
NAVIGATION
QUESTIONS/FEEDBACK
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OOCly, characters can be claimed and dropped quickly appearing in ICly 'blips' like they might in instances like these so if that's what you want to say, that's fine! If it's easier to say that the characters don't remember it or it didn't occur, then that's also fine. Whatever works best for you!
Mettaton | Undertale (aef crau)
[Clearing the throat he doesn't even have, Mettaton stands stationary atop a singular wheel with bendy, tube-like arms crossed in front of him, addressing the nearest person. Perhaps they're taking a brisk autumn walk. Perhaps they're in the yard, or just heading home. No matter where the situation goes down, Mettaton is there: a large metal box, screen bright red and the pressure of his presence expectant.
... Oh, yeah. There are also tall, tall rabbit ears on top of his... head. Surely they're fake? But then why are they leaning back, as if belonging to an irate bunny?
More importantly, a Poppikin hangs off of his top right corner, gnawing impotently at metal as it attempts to consume robot à la cocotte. The red screen Mettaton wears suggests his disapproval of this arrangement. Uncrossing his arms, the robotic rabbit gestures to his head—and not at those ears, but at the pumpkin critter.]
IS THIS YOURS, DARLING? I BELIEVE IT'S TRYING TO EAT ME. AND I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD THE CHANCE TO GUSSY MYSELF UP WITH SOME THYME AND RED WINE! FIGURES THAT I'D BE TOO TANTALIZING TO RESIST, EVEN WITHOUT THE MARINADE. CAN IT TRULY BE BLAMED FOR ITS TASTE IN RAVISHING ROBOTS?
[is... can robots be impacted by curses that rely on being bitten..... this is the chance to find out ✨]
Ka-sigh... I'm not much in the mood to do any of this.
[Though spoken under his breath and to himself, Mettaton is in public, and his is a voice that carries. Leaning back in his seat, the robotic idol crosses his long, shapely legs, the click of his pink heel shifting against the floor. Where others drift about the ballroom with candies to share or consume alone, Mettaton seems lost in thought, staring hard at his digital punch card.
This isn't to say that he's uninterested in candy, however. As soon as the monster determines that he's been overheard, he lifts his head and beckons for his latest passerby to come closer with whatever they've on offer.]
Hey there. Come sit down next to me, darling. [The spot next to him is patted, the punch card lowered into his lap. His gaze, sharp gold, is fixed upon his newest target, his smile a pleasant curve upon his lips.] Every realm seems to have its own rules. Now. Why don't you be a sweetheart, and tell me a little more about how this one works...?
So it's not unusual to find the robotic hare outside, replete with scarves, gloves, hats, and all of the wintry fixings. But what is unusual...]
Mmmmmnh. ❤
[Lounging upon his side, Mettaton poses gracefully with a candy cane perched between his lips. With such ease does he recline, as though the candy forcing his lips sealed wasn't a problem at all—but the Puca certainly works his magic, attempting to win the attention of a passerby with a bat of his eyelashes and a coquettish smile, flashed past the peppermint twist.
No, instead of miming desperately for help... Mettaton was determined to take his hell with grace, by having a good time with it. With a gentle curl of his finger, he beckons for his victim to come closer, away from the chilly air—he is warm, after all, and very. Alphys did convert his body into a heater, after all! Without words he spells it out: "Come now, darling. Get out of the cold... by coming closer to me, and helping me out!"
(That he could actually talk without his mouth is besides the point, and he doesn't do that. It would ruin the fun!)]
Indeed, both have bunny ears. As a note, Mettaton is originally a CRAU from
Hey!! Good to see you here! :D King Candy/Stamp Card
It isn't hard once you get the hang of it.
[Turning his body to face the newcomer, Sänger props his chin up on a black leather-gloved palm, elbow on the table.]
Have sex with people, fill up the card, then bring it to the Peacekeeper for desire and needs fulfillment. Monthly kinks are worth two. Other kinks worth one mark.
[His gaze softens somewhat.]
I was surprised by how kind people are, here. If you ever have any troubles, people are often glad to help. This place is a bit weird, and definitely needs some technological improvements, but.. it just takes some getting used to, I suppose.
...May I help you with anything since you're here? Punch card included. You're quite fetching to look at, if I may say so.
oh man hello! o/ nice to see you here as well!
Straight to the point, you are. I like it!
[A reaffirmation of what he understood of these punch cards, though the confirmation that other miscellaneous kinks would count toward fulfilling desires is a welcome one. Especially when some of the peaceful interactions mentioned failed to satisfy Mettaton. Even if they weren't worth double, the eccentric idol still draws lines at certain endeavors when not in the correct company. Everything was circumstantial, and he wouldn't rule any possible kink out from his repertoire.
Sänger is forthcoming, and it puts Mettaton at further ease in this stranger's company. The full turn of his body is matched by the robot's, who swivels in his seat, the swell of full thighs well-pressed together as he sits with a prim posture, knees uncrossing but remaining together. Mettaton lifts the punch card and slips it quietly onto the table's surface, regarding Sänger far more than it now.]
Right into solicitation, in fact. "Fetching..." My my. [A teasing edge to his smile turns it into a cheeky grin, though his eye, sharp gold though it may be, softens to match Sänger's.] Why thank you, darling. Flattery is always the right answer, if you're looking to get a mark on your own card. Ha.
[It wouldn't just be Mettaton who benefited from peaceful interaction. Rabbit ears turn to face Sänger attentively while Mettaton laces together his fingers, his dark, rabbit-sharp claws on full exhibition. Gentleness at the edges of his gaze, and ambitious at his core: Mettaton is always a man on a mission. He leans for Sänger.]
Can you tell me just how vast these rewards can be, at their finest? And... how to make the most of this arrangement, these punch cards.
For now I'm just gonna bullshit the rewards because I haven't gotten them for Sänger yet rip.
King Candy | I think these two are required to meet I don't make the rules
Game recognizes game.
Kuja elegantly crosses one leg over the other, in a move so calculated Mettaton can probably run the numbers as a subroutine. This is a man who also appreciates presentation.] A new arrival, then? The Peacekeeper makes the basics fairly clear in its introductory greeting, so I imagine you're looking for something more specific.
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He hums, his smile remaining pleasant as he curls a clawed finger against his lower lip. He nods in approval at Kuja—and at his assessment.]
The Peacekeeper kept it succinct. Yes. But what I'm curious about are the details, darling. The curiosities of this world, that aren't part of the polished introduction newcomers get. [Toying with the punch card between his fingers, Mettaton tilts his head.] Is this really all there is to it? Why don't you tell me how you've been faring, in this... simulation.
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peppermint schemes
[Even in a white wash of drifting snowflakes, a silhouette like his is unmistakable even at their initial distance. Tall hare ears on a tall, robotic body made up of sharp angles, noodle arms, hot pink heeled boots, and legs and shoulderpads for days. It's not the siren song of a living heater that compels him forth (though that is a secondary drive). Not this time, not this chance meeting. The priority order has switched around since the last time they spoke in a snowy scene like this. It almost feels like he's been transported there again somehow, like the streets of Makmur are the same suburbs of the district in Aefenglom he had destroyed with Eren. Why, the brick buildings are even in states of disrepair, as if this coincidence were concocted by the simulation's parameters itself... though many of the buildings are in varying states of dilapidated. His heart skips a curious beat like it wouldn't during those dark, indentured days as a shivering, disempowered laborer. At least that part isn't the same.
Soren hurries as quickly as a torpid dragon can manage to him, which wasn't from the front, but the side. The Puca (???) finally catches him with his golden gaze, slowing the Dragon down to a gradual halt.]
...Mettaton?
[This is the test to see if he recognizes him in turn. If he's met with confusion, he'll just have to explain. It's just that he looks exactly like the spitting image of how he did in Aefenglom, and if that's the case... he would be the very first person (robot, whatever - a person needn't be human) who had visited the same world that had transformed him, too. Soren must keep his mind wide open for possibilities that he may have dismissed years ago, for even if the conclusion seems obvious, it may not be as it appears. What if he's actually from Noctium somehow, even if Sizhui's Puca transformation had looked completely different? He could be another rabbit-type monster he'd never heard of and his appearance fated to look this way? Or perhaps this was an alternate universe, a branch of events that took place on Aefenglom that did not include them meeting at all?
August really shook him up. In all likeliness, Mettaton will recognize him, too.]
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And draconic indeed. Scales of inky black and hints of red are secondary to the silhouette he cuts in white, a stark contrast to Mettaton's wide eye. All he can really do is gawk, peppermint candy gagging him into silence.
But he does gawk. His hare-in-the-headlights look should say it all, his stillness unusual. He recognizes Soren.]
!!! ... Mn...?
[It's supposed to be Soren's name. Ehhh close enough. Mettaton remains still, though the "sensuality" of his pose is replaced by something a little more urgent, as he tenses, leans, sits up a little more as though trying to get a clearer look at the small figure in front of him.]
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Akira | Togainu no Chi | OTA
[He's dead. It should be shocking, but it's not. Akira isn't sure how it happened, and didn't care enough to ask about it. It doesn't matter, and any initial apprehension from waking up in the strange room with garishly pink 'motivational' words burning into his eyes only lessened with the information provided; it's as he expected the general state of death to be. Nothing's changed in the way he feels or thinks, like nothing's happened at all. His state of being is far less of a concern than acclimating to the new surroundings so removed from where he'd last been.
Wandering through the first floor of the hub, he tries to avoid direct eye contact with others around, and would be hiding in his jacket if he'd had it. Instead, Akira's bright orange t-shirt is basically a target, which he attempts to offset by sticking to the outer edges of the room, ready to find an exit as soon as possible. When the announcement is made about a typhoon, he changes his mind and finds a place to sit out of the way, on the floor with his back pressed against the wall; the same thing he'd last remembered doing, only it was up against the rough bricks of an alleyway while rain poured down. He hadn't the energy to get up then, and he doesn't now, content to retreat into himself and stare blankly, quietly half-watching people obtain slices of cake and bright coloured drinks. It's surreal, but sometimes everything feels that way to him, and he's generally unbothered by this situation at present. Maybe it hasn't hit him completely, maybe he truly doesn't care. He'll get up eventually, though, tentatively approaching the refreshments once there's only a few people left standing around.]
ii. what's your dtf status?
[It had been a little bit of a shock, he's now realizing, and it took a while to focus on the complete concept of 'peaceful interactions' and the new accessory he hadn't even noticed before. The weight of it familiar; a necklace replacing the dogtag he'd recently been divested of. Now, he fingers the green gem before making a soft disgruntled noise and taking the necklace off to shove into his pants pocket. He'll keep it, but he's not going to somehow display this in case it attracts people, or however it works. It's not uncommon for Akira to block out anything he's supposed to be paying attention to, and there may be some attributes of the device he's not let sink in. He can't be too careful about that.
Loitering not far outside of the hub, it's suddenly overwhelming to be left with the simple task of finding a place to stay. He'd been squatting in abandoned buildings for over a week - over two? - some amount of unknown time, but in a much gloomier and dark city of dilapidated skyscrapers, narrow alleys, and dangerous people. Plants growing outside of a cultivated greenhouse is a new sight; it wouldn't have been possible where he'd come from, not with the irradiated soil still producing barely any growth in Toshima years after the war. The vines and plants cover and entwine with mismatched, odd, and anachronistic buildings here, and he isn't sure where to start; unfamiliarity paralyzing his ability to make decisions even more than usual.
While contemplating his options too much, he starts walking again without looking where he's going and accidentally jabs his bony elbow into someone while making a quick instinctive turn to go in a random direction. His apology is muttered in a low monotone, perfunctory with no sincerity evident, and he doesn't even glance at his 'victim' - but he does stop walking.]
... Sorry.
iii. wildcard
these were basically just arrival-y prompts to get started, but anything goes with the others or something else entirely!
sora ☼ kingdom hearts
[the little house sora's taken up residence in isn't much, but it's enough room for himself and a couple of sentient pumpkin-looking creatures, without a doubt. they make quite a mess, what with their strange need to barf seeds and candycorn all over the place, but sora's willing to put in the necessary work of cleaning up after them, just because they really are so, so cute.
they are also, oddly enough, rather good for snuggling at nighttime when the temperature drops and he settles in for sleep.
tonight, however, he awakens with a start, glancing around his home in search of his few missing friends.] Hey... where did you all get off to now? I hope you aren't breaking into the food again! [following that realization, he rolls out of his makeshift blanket-pile bed, rises to his feet and begins trudging about, searching for the poppikins who'd been scattered throughout the house earlier. maybe looking a little worse for wear? but not like anything he sees once he does find them.
no, the tiny pumpkins have now become rather nightmarish, looking like something akin to the weird creatures he'd experienced in halloweentown back when they were traveling between worlds— aaand they're now coming through the living room in a neat line toward him. they don't exactly look super menacing, to be fair, but one does attempt going for his ankle and sora narrowly leaps aside to avoid it.] Woah, watch it! Don't bite me!
[still, they proceed onward, prompting him to make a mad dash for his front door, which he throws open without hesitation to run outside. this would be so much easier if he was able to summon his keyblade, argh!!! at least there might be oversized tree branches he can use to fight them off (and there's possibly a better chance of running into someone who might help).]
king candy's feast;
[of all the worlds he's been to before, sora can freely say he's never been somewhere that serves copious amounts of candy. it's while traipsing around leaf piles he discovers the hanging candy apples, one of which he does actually pluck down and begin munching, a delighted little mm! escaping him as the sweetness washes over his tongue; it's a lot, really, but nothing for someone like sora who could eat sugary foods until he's sick.
it's exactly why, when it comes time to gather these items and bring them to the ballroom for a feast, he arrives with armfuls of each delectable treat; the candied apples, chocolate oranges, little strawberry candies galore— even candycorn, which he isn't personally a fan of, yet won't judge anyone who might like to eat it.
once he's delivered it all, sora doesn't hang around too long, preferring instead to head back outside and examine those leaf piles, wondering what strange effects he'll suffer if he leaps in. unsurprisingly, he wants to oh-so-desperately take the dive, but after having eaten those apples earlier, he's already feeling... off in some sense.]
peppermint schemes;
[whenever the snow falls, sora wastes no time gathering any and all the warm clothes he can find, bundling himself up and heading out into the thick of it, prepared for the weather though not as much for what comes alongside that.
he spends his time building snowmen, lining them up beside one another and decorating the different figures with whatever rocks, twigs, and other such underbrush he can easily collect from nearby. while they don't look the absolute best, to people that know him, it's clear he's done his best attempts at people he knows: riku, kairi, king mickey, donald and goofy— so on and so forth until he practically has an army of snowpeople.
those aforementioned figures prove good hiding places too, which he takes advantage of, peeking out from behind them and tossing out a snowball whenever an individual happens by. he quickly ducks away again, though it's obvious there's a mischief-maker when he can't keep himself from snickering.
with most of his energy run out, the other activity he wants to try is ice-skating. having a knack for things before like skateboarding, he wants to test his abilities and see if they carry over into different recreations.
he does fumble here or there, yet given a little time, he'll be skating rings around the lake in no time!]
wildcard;
(if none of these tickle your fancy, hit me with something of your own! fair warning, sora is only 17, so keep that in mind when possible nsfw threads could arise.)
peppermint schemes! (for Sora + Squall)
So he's a bit quiet on his walk with Squall, but not down - just thoughtful. At least, until they stroll past a long row of snowmen - or, in one case, a snow duck? - and Cloud blinks and stops in his tracks, which ends up halting Squall too considering they've been walking with their hands linked.
"Uh...those two snowmen look familiar to you, or...?" He gestures with his chin toward a pair of them standing next to each other, one with recognizably spiky hair (although Cloud thinks it looks a little exaggerated, personally) and a taller one with a distinct fluffy collar and...are those real belts?
Re: peppermint schemes! (for Sora + Cloud)
Getting to walk in the fresh snow with Cloud of all people was something he was more than eager to do, practically shoving his jacket on the other man once they met up. He had some gloves on even if he didn't really need them and had been holding Cloud's hand the whole walk. The shared silence was fine, he just enjoyed the company.
As they walked he noticed a line of snowmen, some looked vaguely familiar and then he'd seen some too familiar ones. Donald, Goofy, and was that King Mickey? He'd let go of Cloud before the man even brought up the snowmen of them and when he turned to look at them he knew it had to be him.
"Sora..." He looked around quickly to wear he might spot a dash of brunette spiky hair somewhere and once he did he ran in the snow towards the sit, stopping a few feet away but the sound of crunching snow would have alerted Sora if he was paying attention to his surroundings. "Sora!" He shouted and once those blue eyes met his he ran and tackled the younger man to the ground, both of them getting covered in snow as he hugged him tightly."Sora you're here!"
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Friend or Foe (what if it's potentially both though???)
He doesn't look quite the way Sora might remember Sephiroth looking, of course. The style of clothes is a little different. And saving Sora is probably a surprise; when has Sephiroth cared about anything other than Cloud in the time Sora's known him? But, well, he's pretty unmistakable. That giant sword in his hand is definitely the same.]
Are you all right? [He asks this of Sora without taking his eyes off of the poppikins, which seem to be trying to...roll themselves on top of each other? Strange. But not, for the moment, threatening.]
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king candy's feast!
Eventually, though, he does meander his way outside for a bit of air. When he spots the cute guy standing around peering at a pile of leaves contemplatively, well...listen, Zidane doesn't need a pixie enchantment to get a little playful and mischievous.
Which is why he slips quietly up behind the guy, taps his shoulder with his tail, and waits until he turns to look before giving him a push to send him tumbling into the leaf pile. He clambers up the tree nearby and hangs upside down by his tail from the branch closest to the new guy, grinning.
"Hey there. What are you doing out here all by yourself? Waiting for someone to come and sweep you off your feet, I bet!"
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G'raha Tia | Final Fantasy 14 | OTA
It's exciting to visit new worlds. New places to see, new people to meet, the adjustment to the terrible realization that the reason one is in the new world in the first place is because one's life ceased to be.
Wait.
Well, maybe he's the only one who has that issue, but he's trying his best to just ignore that feeling and make the best of the situation by poking around the hub--and occasionally making faces on what said hub has to offer in terms of...anything. Those include the library, where one can find the catboy becoming more and more frustrated with the selection of tomes, poking his head into various shops, and trying to negotiate with the bartender at the bar for more than one free drink (even if he hasn't touched the one he's been given).
───── ❝pumpkin friends(?) and leaves❞ ─────
One rule of dealing with pixies is if they've messed with something, there's a very good chance you don't want to deal with it yourself, because it'll end badly for you. Or at least your pride. He has yet to figure out the pixies here and is thus very wary of them.
The enchanted pumpkins are relatively easy to avoid, since they seem happy enough to just park themselves outside of one of the houses G'raha's claimed for himself and only bother him when he trips over one or two trying to get in or out the front door.
The leaves, on the other hand, should be equally easy to avoid, but they're less easy to avoid when unbalanced, and he's just tripped over a stray pumpkin vine and disappeared face-first into a large pile of leaves. Save him y/n?]
───── ❝candy feast❞ ─────
"Care to join me?"
G'raha's sitting at a table with a modest selection of treats--as many apples as he could carry without getting covered in caramel himself, a couple of candy canes, some slices of chocolate orange, and a few other various snacks. He's technically alone, but periodically a large orb will appear and float around as if scoping out the area.
───── ❝wildcard❞ ─────
Choose your own adventure! Start something or hit me up on Discord (daimon#1067) if you want to plan something out.
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"Raha?!"
They've stopped dead in their tracks at the end of the aisle G'raha has been browsing, tail puffed out and very clearly startled to see him. There is very little that might immediately clue him into this strange miqo'te's relation to him, but with how hard their gaze has locked on it's clear that they know him.
"When--how--Soren said you'd gone!"
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Anankos | Fire Emblem Fates | OTA
It's no surprise he's dead. He hadn't expected to entirely exist after becoming a soul. Nor after merging anew with his original body. His death was expected. Welcomed. Gladly received as the madness faded with his last gasps.
Does he truly deserve to be alive here?
His body still aches all over from the battle, and the white walls do nothing to stop his unease. Is this really okay? He doesn't think he'll go mad again, but still....
Winter
Once he's able to move better, he does so gladly, taking in the surroundings in awe. He can be found alone, quietly making a snow creature that looks like a familiar dragon... however crudely shaped.
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[ooc: Please feel free to PM this account, or
Tsurara | Original
[He woke up in a world he didn't recognize, surrounded by technology he had never seen to be told he's dead. That was shocking enough, but denial and confusion wouldn't help the situation. Staying where he was accomplished nothing. And so he wandered, looking over those also pulling into this "simulation." He maybe isn't paying as much attention as he should, so do not be surprised if he almost bumps into someone else and gives them a rather annoyed stare. Yes, it is his fault, but he's not having the best of days.
The voice offering food and refreshments is helpful, but the food is...a luxury? It's not bread, cheese, or meat. It's cake? They all look so...sweet. He frowned but took a piece of the vanilla cake and a dark red drink filled with fruit. He assumes it must be healthier than the other drinks. He stares are the cake sitting on his lap or the drink at his side.]
We die and the first food we're afforded in the Neverend World is decadent sweets. I do not know why I am surprised.
[But his mood might just change after he's taken that first bite/drink...]
II. FEAST OF THE CANDY
[And his assumption that Sweets are the assumed food of the dead does not change with the fact that plants are transformed into sweets that must be eaten to cure whatever enchantment has settled across the land. It's utterly ridiculous. But also, if the solution is that simple, no matter how nonsensical, then he will take part is assuring it works.
So he'll be collecting "food" to use for this...feast. If he sees anyone else who looks like they may not be doing their part, he may be less than understanding.]
Shouldn't you be preparing yourself?
III. PEPPERMINT SCHEMES
[The weather is getting colder. It's something he's noticed in ways he never has before.
Why would an Ice Demon notice the cold? It's never been enough to affect him before in his whole life. But he cannot walk about the hub without feeling the chill prickle at his skin. It's not too cold yet, nothing that would make him shiver, but it is noticeable.
But he's not going to acknowledge it. Instead, he watches the "fun" these people are having with the snow. It reminds him of the Succubus Kingdom and the novel way they treat their rare snowfall. And of course, there is more sweets covering the trees. He hasn't found it any less ridiculous.
Something comes flying from the left and he reaches out a hand to stop it in its tracks, turning to see that it's a snowball hanging in the air, frozen in disrupted motion. A snowball, thrown at him?]
Someone is very foolish or has very poor aim.
[The question is who? And what should he do to them in return?]
{OOC: Tsurara comes from a world where he was forced into an arranged marriage to a Succubus prince, so he's got some Issues about being expected to partake in sexual situations, but is currently interested in male partners. Platonic intimacy/Gen is OTA, but M/M for anything sexual. If these don't work, hit me up at
sweet arrival.
He doesn't ask, though, instead taking a drink of his own. It's sweet on his tongue, and for once he's feeling pretty carefree.
Running through the leaves earlier seemed to have done that; he's not complaining, either way. )
Is that a bad thing? It's not normally my taste or my typical fare either, but it's surprisingly ... good.
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Zelgius | Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn (voicetesting)
Coming only with the form-fitting black clothing he wears under his armor makes him feel like he's absolutely naked. Even having recently revealed his face to certain people before his death, it feels strange to be so exposed.
Still, even completely unarmed, he knows better than to let his guard down. The trees bearing candies with the scent of mint is equally suspect, so he gives them no more than a cursory, inquisitive look before moving on.
Even with no one, alone, swordplay has been such a part of his life that the training grounds is good enough a comfort to sort through his muddled thoughts on his current situation. A training blade is almost as comfortable to hold as Alondite, in its own way.
And, revived so he is, his wounds were comparatively simple to heal.
Hearing someone near, he gives a half-turn, hands on the pommel of the training sword, its tip to the floor.
"May I help you?"
Even if he can't assist whoever has approached him, maybe they could help him while away some time while he considers his approach on future matters.
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Genjiro smiles gently, but as casual as he seems, it's plain there's an underlying unease and discomfort about him. He wishes he had his pipe.
"I don't mean to interrupt, though."
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Roland has little intention to pick a fight, but stumbling upon the training grounds meant he could at least get a lay of the land, find out if weapons were something to be had or if it had been banned altogether. This might be the only time Roland considers the term Peacemaker, a little more than menacing.
He approaches carefully, close enough to glance upon the man's hand resting on the hilt, while Roland's own arms cross over his chest.
"I'd love some help, but if you're just like me, I don't know how much help you can provide that hasn't already been said by the Peacemaker." A beat, before he uncrosses, resting one hand over his hip. "Sorry if I disturbed practice. This place just got me curious."
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Roland Crane | Ni no Kuni II: Revenant Kingdom | OTA
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( b. ) a feast fit for king candy
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( c. ) peppermint schemes
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( X. ) wildcard