uhmani | TDM #10

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.

TIME FOR TEA

As Spring begins to bloom across the simulation, so do more variety of flora. Thanks to the influence of inhabitants present and past, more and more life is being breathed into this little simulated world. It makes for things to be a little more homey... And a lot of these new plants also make for excellent tea! Fancy ceramic sets can be found scattered throughout the simulation. They'll always be full and piping hot no matter how much a character drinks.

Each tea will have its own special effects. They'll be properly labeled with a cute tag that on the front reads "Drink me!" and on the backside says exactly what it does. Of course, depending on where the tea set was placed it's very possible the tag may be missed or simply overlooked.

Either way, they all taste great!

Mushroom Tea

trippy

hallucinations

two of you

Woah

Pu-erh Tea

become paralyzed

peaceful touch.

Assam Tea

fancy

show off

Roobios Tea

everything

your

While a sampling of what's available, don't think those are the only options around. In fact, if a character would like to make a tea of their own... just let us know down below what it is and what side effects it'll have!

ALL THAT GLITCHES IS GOLD

Characters that wander away from the main hub might find themselves walking through fields of clovers before long. It will spur on a sense of free-spirited fun that lends itself to one wanting to frolic and play. A good game of chase seems like a great idea right about now...

Why not? Considering everything that being in Amani means, your schedule is likely pretty free. Any inhabitants gifted a hat from the fae will want to be the ones to runaway. Anyone else will feel driven to catch them.

But how? Easy, with some golden rope! This enchanted thread will wrap around any runaway rabbits with ease. The only way to get out will be to tell the truth. If they lie instead, they'll only become even more tangled up.

For those that are especially tricky though and escape the rope, it will then morph into golden chains. These are heavier, sturdier, and... sexier? That's right, this time to get loose one must speak a sexual truth. Whether it be a fantasy or long-kept secret is up to them, but there's no escaping this time unless the fess up.

Though hopefully, you aren't late for a very important date since some of these patches of greenery are glitched. Time ends up a bit... Jeremy Bearimy in them, so to speak, and what feels like minutes might actually be days. Oops!

Just follow the golden brick road- Er, sorry, wrong theme. Follow the golden rope or chain and speak the truth to each other to get loose. Eventually, you'll step back out into the simulation proper and the glitch will correct itself.

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.

Sexy Stamp Card

Issued by: The Peacekeeper

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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.

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

★ As mentioned before, this TDM will span March and April! While the events are canonical, they can be happening anytime in that timeframe.

★ And while there will be an event in April, anyone is welcome to hop into (haha, see what I did there) our current event if they'd rather!

★ We are currently at 31/40 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

F.A.Q. ★ RULES ★ CHARACTER CLAIM ★ LOCATIONS ★ MAIN NAVIGATION

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What is this. What is happening. Where is that sound coming from. Mithrun makes absolutely no effort to put space between himself and this strange tallman, but it's written all over his face that he has no idea what's happening right now.

"...No? What are you talking about?"

[His expression hardens, but then levels into something less severe when he takes in the sight of Mithrun.

He hadn't expected to run across a child, let alone a little hyuran girl. Or he can only assume Mithrun is one, what with those strange ears, that stature, and those youthful features. He's honestly not the best at estimating the ages or heights of other races not of the Steppe, they're all just different types of tiny to him.

Though there's something the matter with her eye. A shame, that.]

You there, girl. I would know your name.

[A different approach, there's no need to flex so hard on a child.]

Edited 2023-04-24 02:41 (UTC)

[Well, congratulations on that solid zero out of three. Not that Mithrun is particularly offended, or terribly surprised. So many shorter-lived races seem to struggle with elves' ages and genders.

But, much like Magnai got three things wrong at once, Mithrun has three options. He could correct the man. He could ignore the mistakes, answer, and assume things will clear up in their own time.

...Or he could turn and walk away without a single word.

Yeah, it's gonna be that one.]

Merlin huffs a sardonic laugh. "There wasn't much right with it, other than some of the people that had also been brought there. And indoor plumbing." He will never take that for granted.

Luckily for Noctis, Merlin is very good at talking to new people, and he doesn't mind awkward at all.

"Brought there...so you didn't come here from your own world?" Noctis isn't sure what the implications are there, exactly, but it feels...important, somehow.

But also--

"You didn't have indoor plumbing back home? Wow, that...sucks. Sounds like you're better off here in general, then."

[Merlin outright snorts at the imperious demand, seeming utterly unintimidated by the man towering over him, horns and gator tail and all.]

No thanks. There's only one man I serve, and you are not him.

[The pang of grief thinking of Arthur brings is still there, but muted in the face of his irritation with this pompous figure.]

True fealty is earned, not demanded.

[UGGGGH he didn't miss this, honestly. At least when he was known as the Warrior of Light to Magnai, there was something of almost equal footing there. As a stranger, this is kind of a pain in the arse. It isn't that he's disinclined to the truth, but that honestly he doesn't even know how to explain it in a way that would make sense.

So he's just gonna wing it with as close to the truth as possible.]

Aye, with the contingent. [BECAUSE THAT IS TRUE.] Cirina spoke well of your character. Mayhap we are both mistaken, then, on how the Sun deems honorable in this matter.

Still, I would spare the exertion on you. Would it satisfy if I made you new clothing until you regain your original?

Then you are a fool that will know not the glory of the Sun, never to bask in His radiance. That you would choose to serve a man over the avatar of a God bespeaks of your ignorance, and your foolishness.

[If only he had his axe, then he'd truly show this mouse of a man his place, though he isn't without his options. He strides over, closing what distance there may yet between them as he stares down at him with the intensity of a desert sun.]

It is the duty of the inferior to serve their betters, and should they fail their singular function, then they shall be cast to the wayside like the refuse they choose to emulate.

[He grins.]

If you offer me due supplication, I might yet reconsider making an example of you. A mercy well beyond what you are owed.

Better to serve a man who has proven himself just and true time and again than a self-obsessed fool, even if he is a God.

[While Merlin would never claim the title of God for himself, there are those who would attribute it to him, or at least liken him to one. Avatar of the Sun, meet the embodiment of magic. He has to look up quite a ways to meet that imperious gaze, but he does, glaring steadily up at him.]

For someone who's supposed to be the Sun, you're not terribly bright, are you? Whatever titles you may have held before don't matter here. [And now he smiles, cheeky as anything. This 'Sun' clearly isn't thinking things through, if he's not for a moment wondering why this scrawny-looking young man so blatantly challenges him.] You are no better than I, or anyone here.

[If only it were this easy.

It isn't, though, since this is Magnai we're talking about here! So when Mithrun turns to leave, Magnai is both surprised and incensed by this child's audacity. Sure, children will be children, but even they should know proper respect for the most Radiant brother!

Which is why he storms after, his long legs allowing him to quickly catch up as he reaches to grab Mithrun by the back of his clothes.]

I did not give you leave, child! You will answer the Sun!

[His hands clench into tight fists as this hyur mocks him. He does not take disrespect lightly, but especially not when it comes to his religion. The rage behind his eyes is fierce, and the furrow of his brow only intensifies the wild look of his glowing limbal rings against the dark sclera.]

You make mock of me, hyur. Do not do so again.

[His voice is loud and commanding, every bit the projecting force of a leader, the dangerous edge like a warning shot for the fists that will make good on the unspoken promise of violence should Merlin find himself overstepping again.]

We are not equals, never will we be, regardless of what queer land we find ourselves in, what queer notions you find yourself fancying. Born of the Sun am I, born of the earth are you, and so I shall not humble myself to inferiors.

Now, kneel before the Sun, beg for His forgiveness, and He may yet show you mercy.

[Merlin can see he's hit a nerve, but he doesn't particularly care. Better that he take his aggression out on Merlin, who can take it, than someone who can't.]

You speak of ignorance, but you don't have the first clue who I am, nor what I can do. You don't care to listen to anyone trying to tell you what's going on or where you are. [Merlin shakes his head, storms in his eyes and magic at his fingertips, ready to do his bidding.]

No... I will kneel to none but my king, and certainly not you.

That was literally the most normal touch he could give Mithrun, give Laios some credit here on the weird scale!

Seeing Mithrun being able to raise his hand gets a cheer out of Laios though, a smile cracking through his previous nervous energy.

"Oh good! Let's keep going then until you can fully move." He's definitely still petting him like a dog, but it's no longer just on his head, now it's extended to petting down his neck and patting his shoulders. It's gotten weirder. Laios is just glad that this is all it's taking to fix this.

[Y'know, at this point, maybe he should have expected this? Partly because of this man's attitude, partly because of, just, some general patterns in his life.

He didn't, though, so being stopped short by the back of his borrowed shirt is still a bit of a surprise!

Mithrun twists around to look at Magnai with the dead-eyed stare of someone not nearly concerned enough about being grabbed and berated by someone a full two feet taller than he is.] To start with, I'm not a child. And I don't know who you are.

[ Well, that is a nice reaction. It's not the first time a man has looked at her with such awe - and won't be the last if she has any say - but it's not common from strangers here.

He takes her hand instead of the hat. She's about to say something about that but then finds she's looking up into large yellow eyes searching her for... something. Is she his what? ]

Uh?

[ Unfortunately, Rose doesn't get a chance to find out because the click of his heel breaking sounds and he's falling towards the ground. Thanks to that hold on her hand, she's pulled down with him after giving an undignified squawk of noise in surprise. ]

Ow, dude, what the hell- [ she mumbles, pulling her hand back and huffing. At least those horns of his didn't, like, scratch her or anything. ] Like, okay, not all of us can be as graceful in heels but jeez.

Well. Hmm. This sure has been a series of events but- oh ok. He's talking to his tie. And it's playing music. Sure! Sure why not honestly.

Byleth does manage to find his rhythm and does eventually just default to using some of the dancer's set. It's clearly better than what else he has to offer. So lo and behold! The man does actually have some moves! Nevermind that they're overtly sexual and seemingly closer to belly-dancing. You do what you can with what you've got, ok?

The name though, almost makes him trip over himself. He's pretty sure that's a drink? He remembers Rosie telling him how to make it. His eyebrows go up and he just. Accepts it. What else can he do?

"Oh! Uh. Well met. Mister... Mister Sunset."

Today is going to be one of those kinds of days, isn't it?

He doesn't know why he says what he says next, though it's a toss up between wanting to sound like he knows what's going on here and perhaps meeting absurdity with absurdity.

"My name is-" Name of a drink. Name of a drink. Right. Beer? No. Too short. Ale? Mead? None of those seem fitting.

"Alcohol. Ic. Alcoholic drink."

[It's honestly a little surprising how unaffected Mithrun is by everything he's doing. The indifference is almost chilling, in its own way. Even Sadu, who holds nothing but disrespect and disdain for him reacts, and while this is certain a reaction of some sort, it's...so underwhelming.

There's nothing to it, barely anything to spring off of. Like grasping at an image of something in front of you, but finding no purchase.

Except he did, quite literally, but only physically. Emotionally this is all, well, unsatisfying.]

You look as a child.

[Okay???]

Nevertheless, I shall not speak mine introduction ere you answer me yours first. The Sun does not bow to the whims of anyone, but you? You will bow and you will answer me.

[As he says the word "bow" the second time, he uses that hold to attempt to force Mithrun to do just that. Should Mithrun suffer that handling, he'll certainly feel the strength Magnai holds, because he's using a bit more than what's remotely necessary to achieve the result.]

Laios is sure doing his best - even if it has definitely, definitely gotten weirder.

Oh, well. It's a means to an end, and no stranger than some other interactions Mithrun has been basically neutral to; after all, Laios isn't having him eat out of a dog bowl or using him as a perch for familiars or anything. If those are fine, which they are, so is being petted so that he can move again.

He rolls his neck experimentally as Laios makes progress; motion is getting easier, bit by bit.

"...If this is a poison or spell, it's a strange one."

That's your mistake, then. [Seems to him like a skill issue, Magnai.

He suffers it, alright - or, you know, is inconvenienced by it, but not enough so to bother getting away just yet. He just gives a quiet, faintly irritated grunt as he's shoved down onto one knee. Evidently, this man isn't all talk.]

Quite a demand. Why should I bow to someone who won't identify himself? Beyond, I suppose, as the Sun.

[Doubt.]

[This sassy child... He's beginning to think she might not be a child at all, but then again... look at her!

At least he's still pretty sure this is also a girl? Actually, now that he's looking at Mithrun closer, and getting a better view of those ears, are they cut? Should they be bigger? Is this perhaps an Elezen? He isn't terribly familiar with them, but he did see those twins the Warrior of Light keeps in his company and they're on the cusp of adulthood. Supposedly.

Not that he cared to listen to the idle chatter around Camp Broken Glass, and what gossip about the Warrior of Light's companions rose from those who chose to stay idle for too long when there was work to be done.]

That is all you require, for I am of Him. The Sun is all powerful and worthy of reverence from all, and to bask in such radiance is a privilege afforded to few. Though, I admit you have me curious, so much fight to not name yourself. Are you afraid someone might learn of you? Perhaps you are in hiding.

If you need of protection, then simply swear fealty to me, pledge both body and soul, and you will know naught of fear, only glory.

[Look man, he doesn't have his tribe here, or the Buduga! He's gotta get his underlings somehow.]

[Of... Him. So, he has - or at least claims to have - some connection to a sun deity. Not that that really changes Mithrun's feelings (or lack thereof) on the whole thing... and the man is only getting further off-base by the minute.

Mithrun sighs, almost imperceptibly.]

That's not necessary.

[And, in a quick motion, one hand shoots behind him to grab onto Magnai's forearm - or, more accurately, to strike at him and make contact just long enough to teleport him away.

Not by far, but, you know. Away.]

[He narrows his eyes, uncertain if this viera is meaning to mock him, but the mention of Cirina... well, it eases him a bit. The offer to replace his clothing is considered, and he turns his gaze from Obsidian to the flitting fae whom seem to be laughing and giggling about this whole mess.

His frown deepens.]

While I will not turn down such an offer, I cannot allow these lowly miscreants to go unpunished for making a mockery of the most Radiant. Such disrespect will not be tolerated.

[As he speaks, his legs are still wobbling because he has no idea how to stand in heels. None.]

They will pay for such transgressions—though, the Sun shall merely make a debt of it. For now.

[His gaze returns to Obsidian.]

You, however, failed to name yourself.

You are not the only who has been treated to their tricks, albeit I've no doubt that the Sun is most offended by this. Nevertheless, I appreciate your understanding.

[DID HE DO IT, he tried his best to use his inner Alphinaud voice. He's doing his HECKIN BEST. Still, he can't really fault people's frustrations with the fae, just that messing with them tend end up worse than the original prank.

He does note how Magnai struggles in heels. Boots first it is!]

Obsidian Blackheart, adventurer and at times weaver. Which incidentally is most useful at the moment for you.

Laios doesn't go much further than he already has, rubbing Mithrun's upper back apparently being his threshold for what's okay to touch.

"Mmm, well I certainly wouldn't call it a poison..." Perhaps a spell, but he was still so unfamiliar with a lot of magic he wouldn't be able to say. And if this guy was saying it was strange, then it probably was. Then what about... "Ah- what about a type of curse? A curse... of intimacy? Hm."

Nevermind. That sounds a bit strange for a curse.

"Maybe not, but I've been told that's what most food and drink left out here tend to do. It's trying to encourage us to be... intimate." His rubbing slows as he says the last bit, it's an awkward truth before he quickly adds, "N-not that I want that!"

He sighs. "By the way, I don't think we ever had a proper introduction- back in the dungeon I mean. I'm Laios."

"Hmm." It sure does sound strange, honestly - but Mithrun isn't sure there's a non-strange way to describe this.

"It? You mean the voice?" The Peacekeeper, that is. ...It may sound, from how he moves on, like Mithrun is ignoring the bit about intimacy - but he just mentally files that away.

Also, don't worry, Laios, absolutely nothing you're doing here is giving the impression that you want to be intimate.

"I know. I've heard about you." Ominous. "Mithrun."

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