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TDM #12
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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 might be 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.
WHAT
The twelfth Amani TDM!
WHEN
July 26th, 2023 (and until the next TDM!)
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Voyeurism/ Exhibitionism
★ Public Sex
★ Group sex
★ Temperature Play
★ Sexual Exhaustion
★ Public Sex
★ Group sex
★ Temperature Play
★ Sexual Exhaustion
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.
SUMMMER OF TRANSFORMATION
One summer morning, inhabitants will be greeted not by the artificial rhythmic chimes of The Peacekeeper's announcement but instead a more natural one. It is the sound of a wind chime; specifically, the source will be a furin (or furins, for multiple-people households) that seems to be customized to suit whoever it belongs to.
The slip of paper attached to the bottom also is an invitation. Inhabitants are being invited to Hiromitsu's worldwide summer matsuri - festival, for those who might not be aware! - in mid-August. In order to help you all prepare, this invitation also provides a yokai disguise once activated by someone's touch.
A menu screen will open up on their DTF's main screen hub that allows them to choose a yokai to present as. They're even customizable! In every way you could want. Someone can even mix and match different yokai features if they so desire. After all, hanyo (half-breeds) and hybrids are a thing in Hiromitsu so no one will even bat an eye.
The slip of paper attached to the bottom also is an invitation. Inhabitants are being invited to Hiromitsu's worldwide summer matsuri - festival, for those who might not be aware! - in mid-August. In order to help you all prepare, this invitation also provides a yokai disguise once activated by someone's touch.
A menu screen will open up on their DTF's main screen hub that allows them to choose a yokai to present as. They're even customizable! In every way you could want. Someone can even mix and match different yokai features if they so desire. After all, hanyo (half-breeds) and hybrids are a thing in Hiromitsu so no one will even bat an eye.
PROPHECY, SPEAK TO ME
Out in the ocean waves has also suddenly appeared a Tori gate and a small fleet of ships sailing through them. Between the columns of the gate, all inhabitants can see is a film of golden light that looks as though it is a portal of some kind. Swimming closer will show that the light is actually an iridescent golden sand ever-sifting and moving in intricate, organic patterns.
Passing through will have no effect other than suddenly looking like you've been golden glitter-bombed. Don't worry, it'll wash out!
If someone stares at the gate, they will start to feel strange. At first, it's nothing more than minor auditory and visual hallucinations. Of what? It depends! Someone might see someone familiar in the corner of their eye, hear a voice believed to be long gone, and looking away will dispel the effects.
Staring longer, however, will see something more extreme occurring. Rather than simple hallucinations, inhabitants will see prophetic visions* flash before their eyes. It is brief, alarming, and disorienting. Staring longer again won't bring the vision back no matter how hard someone tries.
Unfortunately, it is fleeting as the hanami of spring and gone in a blink only leaving you with only a sense of unease.
(*NOTE: If your character would stare long enough to see a prophetic vision, comment here to let us know!)
Passing through will have no effect other than suddenly looking like you've been golden glitter-bombed. Don't worry, it'll wash out!
If someone stares at the gate, they will start to feel strange. At first, it's nothing more than minor auditory and visual hallucinations. Of what? It depends! Someone might see someone familiar in the corner of their eye, hear a voice believed to be long gone, and looking away will dispel the effects.
Staring longer, however, will see something more extreme occurring. Rather than simple hallucinations, inhabitants will see prophetic visions* flash before their eyes. It is brief, alarming, and disorienting. Staring longer again won't bring the vision back no matter how hard someone tries.
Unfortunately, it is fleeting as the hanami of spring and gone in a blink only leaving you with only a sense of unease.
(*NOTE: If your character would stare long enough to see a prophetic vision, comment here to let us know!)
FREE SAMPLES
The ships that come upon shore are no more than four or five. Upon each is a yokai and their wares for sale. Although initially confused, they do take stamps as payment... and inhabitants can watch as those stamps convert to an actual form of currency after the transaction. Huh! How about that?
Although limited in what is available, they promise that their full stocks will be accessible when inhabitants visit their homeworld of Hiromitsu.
Although limited in what is available, they promise that their full stocks will be accessible when inhabitants visit their homeworld of Hiromitsu.
- ★ Food » A couple of the vendors have brought some delicious food that no summer matsuri can go without! According to them, anyway. Some are strange, others are "sensual", and then the rest seem to be just regular food!
Inhabitants will be able to find mochi, chocolate-covered bananas, grilled green onions, meat skewers, meat buns, and more! Just be warned: anything that is labeled as not safe for work will have you feeling pretty peaceful before you know it.
★ Kites » One vendor is selling a variety of colorful kites. All of them use a red string though, inhabitants can note, and seem prone to tying people up together. This seems especially true of people who maybe have interest in one another but haven't been brave enough to talk about it. Or maybe they just need to talk in general.
Either way, the line won't untangle without a little bit of good ol' fashioned healthy communication. If you want to make-out first though just to be sure, well, the vendor isn't going to judge any.
★ Goldfish Scooping » Known in Hiromitsu's native language as "Kingyo sukui," this game translates to goldfish scooping. Some inhabitants might remember it from their time before but for those who are new... The object of the game is simple! Using a small paper net, you have to scoop out a goldfish gently but quickly enough to transfer it to a separate bowl before the paper breaks.
These goldfish come in different colors that denote different levels of prizes. Gold earns five (5) stamps, silver earns three (3), and bronze gets one (1). If you fail to get a fish, there is still a consolation prize!
(Please comment here to have your catch RNGed if you'd like to play the game!)
★ Katanuki » The last vendor has a game prepared called katanuki. This game is a lot more difficult than it appears at first glance but not complicated! Using a special candy, the vendor will have shapes pressed into it. Inhabitants have to try to carefully cut out the pressed-on picture with a small needle or pin without breaking it.
If they succeed, they win a prize! These images can be something familiar, sexual, or bizarre! There's no telling what you'll get. Literally. If an inhabitant succeeds in not breaking their picture, it will pop into a real construct rather than the image before their eyes. That phallus you were just carefully carving out? It's now a nice, new dildo in your hands. Enjoy!
SURF'S UP
Remember those baby turtles from a couple of months ago? Well, they aren't babies anymore! Although not as big as their parent, these turtles are now large enough to ride on. In fact, they seem to encourage it! That's right, it's time for some turtle surfing.
As with anything, there is bound to be a learning curve. Each turtle will attune to its rider... just give it some time! Being thrown off or wiping out is to be expected in the beginning. After a while, a bond will form between you and your aquatic pal and you'll be riding the waves in no time at all.
You might even be able to do some fancy tricks as a fun duo with enough practice! Just make sure not to wear your new friend out since they'll need their stamina for the trip to another world with you.
Why can't inhabitants use the ships to sail to Hiromitsu? These ships are only big enough for the yokai and their wares, that's why! If anyone attempts to sneak on or insist, they'll find that it isn't just because of the boat's size though. The fleet is outfitted with anti-theft and anti-yokai measures. What does that mean?
It means that the very boat itself is a yokai and will come (more) alive should anyone it doesn't recognize set foot on its decks. Floorboards with teeth will open up to try and eat someone's feet. Or they might instead shoot up to smack or launch someone into the cold sea water below. Whatever they do, the point should be clear: you aren't their owner or a yokai so get out of here.
As with anything, there is bound to be a learning curve. Each turtle will attune to its rider... just give it some time! Being thrown off or wiping out is to be expected in the beginning. After a while, a bond will form between you and your aquatic pal and you'll be riding the waves in no time at all.
You might even be able to do some fancy tricks as a fun duo with enough practice! Just make sure not to wear your new friend out since they'll need their stamina for the trip to another world with you.
Why can't inhabitants use the ships to sail to Hiromitsu? These ships are only big enough for the yokai and their wares, that's why! If anyone attempts to sneak on or insist, they'll find that it isn't just because of the boat's size though. The fleet is outfitted with anti-theft and anti-yokai measures. What does that mean?
It means that the very boat itself is a yokai and will come (more) alive should anyone it doesn't recognize set foot on its decks. Floorboards with teeth will open up to try and eat someone's feet. Or they might instead shoot up to smack or launch someone into the cold sea water below. Whatever they do, the point should be clear: you aren't their owner or a yokai so get out of here.
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!
★ Please comment to the appropriate threads with your character if you'd like them to receive a prophetic vision or get a reward from the goldfish scooping!
★ The motivational poster in the beginning is of a daruma and the text translates to fall seven times and get up eight! This means, when life knocks you down just get up again and keep on trying!
★ We are currently at 30/40 slots taken! Anyone wishing to claim a character must have an invite from someone currently in the game and follow the proper rules in place to be accepted into the community!
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Rose Lalonde | Homestuck
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GOLDFISH SCOOPING
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Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd I Starters
Truly Dimitri was still weak from his fight with Felix just a few weeks back but Caspar had convinced him to come to Hiromitsu as a treat to them both. It was where they had both met and dimitri would be lying if he said he didn't want to celebrate that even a little bit.
Closed to CF Felix
Dimitri was slowly wandering around looking for a gift for Caspar, something to celebrate this semi anniversary when he spotted a kite in the shape of a fish. It looked similar to the fish he had won before in a game and thought it might be a good present for Caspar. OF course he should have known it was not just a simple kite.
The kite it seemed had a mind of its owna nd everytime Dimitri tried to take it back to Caspar, it would pull and tug him away as if to someone else. Eventually he had enough and followed it, wondering where this red string might lead. Unfortunately for Dimitri and with his usual bad luck it led right to Felix, not his or the other Dimitri's Felix. It was the Felix who had given him the wound he was still recovering from.
Without a word Dimitri turned and tried to walk away, hoping he was unnoticed but the kite wouldn't let him leave.
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Sylvain Jose Gautier | FE3H: VW
In all honesty, it seems like too good to be true.
However, he's also not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before he had woken up here, he had collapsed into bed after yet another night up late drafting a letter to a Srengi warchieftan, asking to come talk with him. It was worth it, always worth it, but he was fucking exhausted.
And now he doesn't have to worry about that! He can relax and fraternize all he wants! What a relief, right?
Right.
Now what?
I. Food, probably
Sylvain seems to still be capable of hunger, and even if he isn't, he still can't resist the smell of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. He follows his nose and finds himself exactly where he'd hoped: in front of a bakery.
But wait, he doesn't seem to have any coin on him anymore. Maybe he can ask nicely. That might work.
II. Some games, and more food!
Somewhere along the way, Sylvain ends up with an invitation to somewhere called Hiromitsu. When he touches the paper, the weird red fox that's been following him around spits out lights, and it's all a bit disturbing, but he figures out after a moment that it's asking him to pick a disguise. Perhaps it's because of his new fox friend, or perhaps because of his name, but he picks the one called the "kitsune", and he immediately loves it.
Maybe he could stay like this, and when he gets old, he could call himself a silver fox. Ha.
He struts proudly down the rows of boats, playing each of the games presented to him. He doesn't poke out the candy with the needle, and he definitely doesn't get the fish, but he gets a little prize anyway. Huh, wonder what it does?
He takes up the offerings of samples as well, happily munching on this and that. He'll try anything once! He even gets promised some pretty pleasant effects from one of the dishes, which makes him curious if it's at all like the calming herbs he smoked with Claude and Linhardt back in the day.
III. High as a kite
Turns out the feeling brought on by the food is quite a lot like the calming herbs, which Sylvain finds himself enjoying. It's fairly mild, enough to quiet the churning of his mind for a bit but not make him sloppy. After a while, he ends up with a kite on the beach, watching the colorful streamers twirl and flutter in the wind. It's honestly pretty mesmerizing.
He's a bit horny as well, his cock half-hard in his trousers, but he doesn't feel any sense of urgency about it. He just watches the kite and feels the pleasant warmth pooling in his gut.
Maybe this "being dead" thing isn't so bad!
II
She just doesn't realize how little room there is, crouched down besides the tiny pool, before her shoulders bump into someone else's, and Lavinia glances over to him. "Ah - my apologies."
For Sylvain, he gets the pleasure of being along a woman dressed in a deep blue yukata, white stripes falling down it and reaching various white flowers which rise up from her bottom hem. Otherwise, well... She's actually changed very little from her normal appearance, ears tall and straight while her long brown tail is carefully kept out of the way of any foot traffic.
As it turns out, she looks enough like most youkai that going as she is was a perfectly viable choice, with just some minor changes like scent letting her get away with it all.
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noi ◇ dorohedoro
TWO 》wildcard
uno
[On the other hand, even in the short amount of time she was employed by Rhodes Island, she got to meet all sorts of peculiar characters, with none more peculiar than the Doctor themself, so.]
[And that was before she got here.]
[Fortunately, no matter as her brain tries to decide if this is normal or not, manners help provide a script to follow, and Lavinia comes back to attention where she'd outright stopped at the sight.]
Oh, yes, you're right. I've never tried something like this before, so I was rather interested...
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ItalianSiracusan accent doesn't give it away, hot springs aren't exactly common there. Especially considering the nature of nomadic cities being what they are...][But with her own long hair carefully folded up into her own towel, Lavinia slowly eases herself into the water. For all that this isn't a situation she would have imagined herself in... That's all wiped clean from her head at the heat, and a nice long sigh slips out of her.]
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Sasuke Uchiha | Naruto | City of Ariel CRAU
...The daruma is actually strangely soothing.
Sasuke has just enough cognizance of how stupid that is to silently berate himself, but on the other hand, it's the closest thing he's seen to home in a long time.
He also realizes, abruptly, how fucking quiet it is inside his head, and instinctively reaches up to trace the tiny scar behind his right ear. Still there... but the constant onslaught of subliminal imagery, subliminal whispering, subliminal but still goddamn intrusive everything... is gone.
He blinks.
And then he takes a moment to flop right back into the couch, full with his head hanging over the back, and fucking breathe.
Holy shit, give him a second. It's so nice to think without the microchip distorting everything that flits through his brain. He will deal with being apparently-dead in a minute, thanks, because if that's true, it's not like this afterlife is going anywhere.
He still doesn't believe everything will be fine for a single solitary fucking second, but this is a slight improvement.
As a matter of fact, he is going to rotate his ass and lay out on the couch for a minute. Five minutes. Fuck all that, fuck all this, give him five minutes to stare at the ceiling without having to watch random shit distort its way out of the paint.
He does eventually lift his left arm above his face, eyeing the silver bangle hanging around his wrist, and its crescent moon gem seated in the center at the back of the wrist. It hits familiar, and he realizes it's the exact shape as the upper half of the fan that is his clan symbol. Without thinking, he spins his Sharingan up to inspect it a little more clearly, eyeing the electrical workings beneath the surface, which are only the most vaguely familiar from Ariel, far more technical than anything from home.
Blinks.
Sits up. Looks around. Looks around, and sees everything so fucking clearly.
...A little more clearly than he bargained for, actually, and uhhhhhh okay fuck yeah but also flop, give him the rest of those five minutes to figure out which way is up. He's also gonna ratchet the violent clarity of the Sharingan back about six degrees.
By the time he convinces himself to hoist his ass off the shitty welcome couch, he feels like his pulse is even for the first time in forever, and he just rolls off said couch (surprisingly gracefully) and onto his feet, like a cat. Stands, stretches, and strides his leisurely way out into the hub. Good fucking morning.
II. Furin
Sasuke has taken up residence in whatever shitty hole in the wall looks like the most homey shitty hole in the wall, which happens to be a shitty apartment in a run-down, shitty building with clay roof tiles that manages to look like both a pagoda and a modern concrete building at once, and he's just not going to question it, thanks. It's a simulation, it can do whatever it wants, and right now there does not seem to be a single solitary soul here who can tell him not to set up camp in a building that looks like it was lifted right out of a very ratty version of Konoha, and dropped in between some gnarled trees and a building covered in entirely too much chrome, nor tease him for practically having made a beeline for it in the first place. It's barren, it's chipped, it's drafty, it has a loose window, and he has slept in it like the dead. (...Fitting.)
It's through the loose window that he hears the chime, and fuck, if that doesn't also sound so damn much like home. Sasuke's is red glass painted with black mitsudomoe, and he greets it leaning out the window with the same shapes spinning into his eyes. Seeing no traps, no obvious nonsense, he reaches out to touch the tag, holding it still to read, and his DTF responds automatically, projecting its lightly lavender hard light display in front of him - he prefers this to the damn microchip beaming things directly into his brain for so, so many reasons - and oh, a list he recognizes. It's like the Simulation is welcoming him in specific, and while he knows, he very well knows, thank you, that that is suspicious, it has been so damn long since he's felt like he had full and complete sense of free will that, thank you, fuck you, he's going with it. He flicks his fingers to scroll to き immediately, and there it is, the namesake of his most perfect chakra technique. He spends the next little while sitting on his windowsill in loose pants and a ratty-looking hoodie, not much caring who sees, one leg dangling out the window, shifting through customizations and... hm, customizations. (...At one point, he jumps up a menu level and scrolls to ね instead, hovers for a moment, and... oh, fuck it. Customizations go here.) He's not going to activate his disguise just yet, but he's certainly taking his time with the menus.
III. Samples
Every inch of this is suspicious and Sasuke cannot find it in him to give a shit.
Not at the moment, at least - he can deal with it later. If being in Ariel taught him anything - okay, it taught him quite a lot, actually, but about being someplace like Ariel particularly - it's that time inside and time at home don't match, not even slightly. And if this is both an afterlife and a simulation, that can only be the more true. Getting home isn't not important, or even not a priority, but this place, unlike the last one, seems like it wants to give him that means to an end. So... when in Makmur.
When in Makmur, and when a handful of yokai are offering friendly (and... friendly, and that's also familiar from Ariel) wares, food, and he hungers here just like he hungered in Ariel but for now doesn't have to either pilfer or work menial tasks for it? ...Is that honestly, genuinely, fugu, at no cost? Even just a bite of it? Death, at the moment, doesn't seem like a terribly raw deal.
He knows better than to get anywhere the fuck near humming red threads, though, thanks, and he will watch those interactions at a slight distance, muching on a very unusual and very welcome stick of tomato-flavored dango from his perch on one of the railings of the pier.
And he's been doing katanuki since he was three. He doesn't quite startle when the parasol pops out of the candy, but he does drop the pin to catch it in both hands - it's rather larger than the tiny thing he was just leaning over - and blink at it, folded up. When he opens it, it furls out into a gentler, more pleasant sort of red with a familiar, simple swirl emblazoned on it. He considers for a moment, and can't entirely help a twitch at the corner of his mouth as he notches it into his shoulder and nods to the vendor in thanks.
IV. Cheating
Absolutely no one should be able to get the hang of turtle surfing this quickly. Turtle shells are slippery, uneven, and alive; even if the turtle is big enough, and attuned to its partner, anyone should slip at least once, right?
Anyone who can't concentrate chakra into their feet, anyway.
(If you were at the shore at the right moment, you might have caught Sasuke literally walking on the water's surface to step onto his. At that point, a shell is practically an afterthought.)
And after he's spent a little while testing his balance, testing how the turtle shifts with or against him, you might even find him sitting crosslegged on his as though that's also not the slightest big deal. Meditating, even. Or if he doesn't sense you nearby soon enough - or maybe if it's late enough in the evening he thinks no one can see - you might catch him stroking the turtle's head, very carefully, attuned right back, learning what his companion likes.
(Animals are so much easier to communicate with than people.)
iii.
But he kills it pretty simply, tracing out a little ... spatula? The sort used for okonomiyaki. When he's done, he has the little metal thing in his hands, and has to step out of the way from the young man next to him with his own item.
A parasol and a spatula, huh. )
E-excuse me, do ... Do, uh ...
( Wait, no, you idiot, don't talk to strangers, what the fuck is the matter with— )
Ah, uh, I mean ... O ... Okonomiyaki ... ? Stand? Have you ... seen one? Around?
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III. Samples!
BELATED AF,
IT HAPPENS
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Rose Lalonde | Homestuck (OTA)
To call her arrival disorienting would be insultingly concise, both because brevity fails to capture the breadth of her discombobulation, and also because the mere experience of disorientation is honestly a little insulting. Rose Lalonde is a god by some metrics, and one particularly well-suited to knowing more about what's going on than almost anyone else around. But she also hasn't been dealing with a human body for a few years now (long story), and wasn't getting out and about much for a few years before that (briefer, less interesting story). She'd just been getting a feel for godhood and what it could really mean, when...
...well, it seems that story's over. Or at least her role in it is. (Or if the role still exists, she's no longer the one filling it.) Now she's here in Amani, and as far as anyone can tell she's just a sickly-looking woman in her twenties, wearing a bright orange outfit that's more suggestive and less imposing than she might prefer. Well, and she is floating a few inches above the ground, too. But aside from that, perfectly ordinary-looking.
Rose figures she might as well start her new life by exploring the landmarks in the Hub. She has a suspicion that some familiar faces might make themselves known to her...
II. In Which The Seer Lends Her Brilliance To Mortals In Need Of Insight
When Rose learns that she can explore a bunch of weird Japan-esque creatures and customs, and disguise herself as one of them in the process, she's all over that. Her choice of disguise could maybe be sexier, but honestly she's not even convinced she's going to exist long enough to spend any stamps. Why not look how she wants to look?
The presence of a prophetic gate of light seems almost too on-the-nose, given that Rose is a Seer of Light. And she can't help taking a long look within... but more interesting, really, are the other people who seek their own prophecies, intentionally or accidentally. Rose can glimpse what they all see, and she's likely to pry, maybe even offer some advice. Sure she's new here, but it's never too soon to start meddling in others' affairs.
III. In Which The Stupidly-Obvious Thing Occurs
The moment Rose sees the kites with their red string, she's annoyed. It's so obvious what's about to happen. Maybe she doesn't want to be tied up at all, let alone with someone she's been avoiding, or who's been avoiding her. Maybe she doesn't want someone to recognize her and ask how she's been doing, only for her to have to admit that she's not doing so hot. Maybe she wants to fade into irrelevance without being forced into some contrived sexual escapade. Maybe she doesn't fucking want to enjoy herself!
But Rose Lalonde doesn't get what she wants. That red string is coming for her, and she knows it. It's just a question of who, when, and how awkward it'll be.
I (cw: alcoholism)
And although she usually tries to be more professional than not, she's also throwing back those new drink ideas without abandon. For a moment, she considers that maybe she should stop when she sees a floating traffic cone- Wait. No. That's a person? A customer, perhaps, and at the least someone she hasn't seen around yet. The blond is setting aside her mixing tools and giving a small, friendly wave.
"Hey, new face. Come on in."
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III. thanks, fatebama
fatebama is rose's favorite fictional rapper by virtue of not actually rapping
that she KNOWS of
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I. Drifting to the Strangest of Environs
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Ashe Ubert | Fire Emblem Three Houses | Blue Lions Route
Ashe found himself back at the festival with a pair of fox ears and tail. For some reason this festival felt very familiar. He remembered wearing the yukata and walking down the path before. Well, he couldn't complain too much. At least there wasn't any pressing battles to return to when he came back home just the decision on what to do with Lonato's land. Maybe it was time to figure out what he wanted to do while enjoying the festival. There was nothing wrong with that.
He walked around looking at the different stalls as he picked out some dango, meat buns, mochi, and sea urchin to try it then carried them over to the nearest seat. He set the food out next to him before he tried the dango first. He sat back while he enjoyed his treat. He couldn't believe that things had more or less settled down back home. He didn't know what he was going to do. He could take over Lonato's land though he would have repair the trust of the people, find some advisors, and see how he could fix the land. He gave a small sigh as he took another bite of the dango. The dango was very good though.
[II. Wildcard]
Ashe is going to be around the festival playing games and eating treats. If anyone wants to something with him let's do it!
Cidolfus Telamon | FFXVI
[Yet the images all mainly display one style of dress, and he figures that's compromise enough to fit in if he must. So he picks himself a plain dark grey yukata. Some of these things looked human after all, didn't they?]
[Well, he heads out for the market stalls, after all- He's out of smokes. By the time he's found something smokable he feels himself up. No coin purse, no stamps. So if you're passing by this hapless man, he may catch you with a good natured:]
Hey, pardon me, could you help a fellow out?
Turns out I left my coin purse in my- [He regards his outfit.] Hm, my other dress. Spot me?
[And he offers a handsome, roguish wink and a smile as if you two are old friends.]
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Needless to say, Dion stares at Cid like he's both the horse head hanging from a tree and the horrible little river man.]
Greagor be good—Ramuh?
[For all Cid had his issues with picking a little critter to be, Dion found it quite easy to align himself with the holy Kirin, though he's not taken that form yet with them not quite in Hiromitsu. What's not to love about a divine beast decorated with holy fire?
Though he has also taken to dressing the part at least, donning a simple white yukata and grey kaku obi. Yet, he seems to still be wearing his gauntlets... Weird.]
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FF16 spoilers as usual, look away
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nyOOMS
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wtf dreamwidth ate my tag
shakes it!!!
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Thistle | Dungeon Meshi/Delicious In Dungeon
🃏 Wildcard!
Closed to Laios, Mithrun, Angeal, and Elidibus
[ He stakes out what feels like a private enough spot on the beach after observing other fliers for a while, having noted how often they seem to be clashing and tangling and thus feeling fairly confident thay he won't stand out much, and after several long minutes of struggle, manages to cast his out on the breeze. Watching it drift around and following it in its flight isn't particularly engaging for him, but the art of keeping it aloft and maneuvering it around is a bit of a surprise. He finds himself getting quite into it, ears pricked and tail twitching...until the inevitable happens. He didn't even realize he'd moved so far from his initial spot until the strings tangle and he follows its partner's to see... ]
[ ... ]
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[ He's just. Staring. It doesn't especially matter who it is. Thistle can't really help it; he hadn't noticed before how striking his eyes are, hadn't bothered to take in his jawline and the way his hair so nicely complements his features. How hadn't he noticed that before? Is everyone such a work of art, or is it just him? ]
[ ...Yeah, he's been snacking all day without really thinking about it. But hey, at least he isn't defaulting to hostility for once. Not yet, anyway. ]
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Gladiolus Amicitia | OTA
The simulation is a lot to take in all at once. So, Gladio isn't really trying. It's easier instead to do what he usually does, which is focus on the immediate demands and practicalities of a situation. He's in a strange place, not alone per se but certainly disconnected from everyone and everything familiar, and while the disembodied voice had claimed he was dead, he doesn't feel dead. His body seems to still have the basic needs and impulses as a living one would.
And since hunger is a basic, very practical need, he hadn't needed much invitation to go check out the smells of grilling meat.
Of course, it turns out the vendors aren't accepting yen or gil, which makes things a little more difficult. Difficult...but not impossible. Gladio doesn't know what to make of the strange creatures these vendors are - although he cautiously hides how taken aback he is by them - but they communicate in a way that's pretty in line with humans.
Which means he's always got charm to fall back on. Back home, he could confidently rely on his looks, too, but...well, while he's still plenty confident in those, he's not so sure about what kinds of looks creatures like these are actually into. Doesn't hurt to shoot his shot, though.
It doesn't work at every stall, of course. Too much to hope for. But damned if he doesn't pull it off more than once, and he's feeling pretty good about that - and not just because he's got a handful of free samples on sticks to snack on as he strolls the festival, eyeing everything, getting a feel for the surroundings.
It's not just that reconnaissance goes better on a full stomach. It's that little bit of reassurance that, as strange and unfamiliar as things are, he's not totally out of his depth.
So yeah, that's a big guy in a very nice uniform absently stripping a meat skewer with his teeth as he surveys one of the festival games. Or, after he's finished with that...nibbling on a chocolate-covered banana. Look, it's not his fault the yokai lean toward the suggestive. If anything, one wonders if the vendor didn't give that to him explicitly because the experience of seeing Gladio eating a chocolate-covered banana is one Amani needs to have.
You can always approach him, if the sight isn't too distracting.
Re: Gladiolus Amicitia | OTA
Currently he looked more like a kitsune, multiple tails of chestnut dragging behind him as he walked. One was in his arms but even that was slowly becoming something he didn't want to carry anymore, especially in a yukata. He missed his pants.
Squall didn't like how exposed this fabric was to him., the top was big, showing off his chest while the oni around his waist really showed off his curve and the length of the clearly unfitted women's yukata his his legs. He had just been trying to relax from his recent random shifting when he spotted a man who looked very similar to Angeal from behind. He hadn't seen the man here yet so this had to be him, right? It would be nice to see a familiar face that knew how to calm him down. So, Squall went up to the man, hugging as much as he could and nuzzled his face into that broad chest. His animal senses went off almost immediately and without even the face he knew something was wrong. This didn't smell like Angeal at all.
"Um...who are you?" He quickly let go and took a few steps back, rounded ears flattening on his head.
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A Text from a Friend
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here we gooooo
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panty anarchy ♥ panty & stocking
🍆🍆 pirates of the scaribbean
🍆🍆🍆 textual harassment (network)
🍆🍆🍆🍆 wildcard
🍆
Are you going to swallow, or are you just having it over for tea now?
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🍆🍆 (aka two hot blond disasters can only go well, right?)
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Savli | Original | OTA
But that's the next weird thing - and the only reason that she guesses she'd better consider that this is... just, maybe not completely made up.
She can't feel the Owl. Not passively, as that usual, distant tug on her soul, and not actively, when she tries to contact Her.
It’s… a real weird feeling, at this point. Like not being able to find her own tail.
She thinks a bit, as she trots out to the main hub, of something Aidan told her about once - something about certain old magic artifacts generating their own "bubble" realities.
He also said she definitely should not try and get into one of those bubbles to check out what it's like in there, because most people who end up in those don't get out and he's not sure that her particular pact would help her out there.
That doesn't seem to bode well - and she’s not sure whether the whole “peaceful interactions” thing does, either. Depending on what that means, and if this is a bubble, maybe this place just… doesn’t like the idea of a pact like hers, that depends on death to function, but that’d mean that whatever is doing it can overpower the Owl’s influence, and…
Ugh. Yeah, she’d better just get to looking around.
breaking and entering
Clearly, one of the best places to investigate is going to be inside the few kind-of-intact buildings scattered around this place. …Partly, admittedly, because she’s not loving the weirdly persistent terror bird that’s been following her since arrival.
Maybe she’d be a little less put off if she’d listened to or understood the whole “DTF” thing.
She’s also realized pretty rapidly that most of the people wandering around this place don’t seem to care too much what she does, sooo… with the right piece of debris (what happened around here?), it just takes a little maneuvering to jostle a window open, and--
--Oh someone is actually looking at her. Like, looking, not just the disconnected stares of the people that’ve been ignoring her since she arrived.
“...Hey.”
hiromitsu - spider cw
It’s not often that she gets invited to things, rather than just sort of showing up and being escorted out the moment someone notices she’s not supposed to be there, so, hey! Might as well check it out!
The range of ways she could apparently disguise herself here are a bit overwhelming even to her, but she eventually picks something and sets about exploring this… wherever it is, on the eight legs of a brightly-colored, more spider-like lower body.
It’s pretty neat, she’s not gonna lie.
Though… alright, admittedly, after some time of wandering the festival - and trying the food as she does, of course - she’s forced to ask herself a question.
Is the spider ass going to be a problem if she wants to try and hook up with someone?
Well, she guesses there’s only one way to find out - so she taps the nearest person’s shoulder, smiling to sweetly that if it weren’t for where they are and the rather pointed way she leans over, letting the poor yukata that she already hasn’t closed all the way continue to struggle, one might be able to think her intentions might not be… well, what they are. “D’you have a moment?”
Of course, if they’re not interested - or just simply don’t pick up what she’s putting in their face - it probably won’t be too difficult to get her mind elsewhere, with Savli’s attention span being what it is.
B&E
She gives a little wave in response to Savli's awkward greeting, like this is a perfectly normal circumstance under which to meet. She waits a beat to let the discomfort build, then says, "No need to stop on my account."
Savli's behavior isn't really against the rules in an existential sense, but it's a little antisocial. Rose is as curious to see what Savli will do under observation as she is to see if Amani has any built-in defenses against this sort of thing (maybe the Kink Police, complete with fuzzy handcuffs?). And a curvy, purple, horned thief is exactly the sort of interesting character Rose would like to observe more closely.
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Power | CSM
ii. Summer Of Transformation
iii. Free Samples
ii. Summer Of Transformation
There was a tingling in the back of his head, his wooden carved eyes facing the booming voice as all he could see was their aura- And what an aura it was! As red as spilled blood, swirling and pooling around like a chaotic whirlwind. He'd not seen the likes of it before. It was hard to tell if it was a part of him that had been taken, but there was only one way to find out.
Hyakkimaru started without warning, breaking into a dash, making a B-line for the Oni. As he ran the young man started to yell out a scream, a battle cry that pumped him up! Before he could reach her, Hyakkimaru bit down into one of his bandaged arms and in a vicious display, hanked his whole forearm clean off by the elbow! In its place, a sharpened blade was fixed. ]
Luzia | OC
[ Here's Luzia, amidst the youkai stalls. She's doing just about everything - scooping goldfish, flying kites, eating all the weird food. There's an almost manic energy to her, like she's throwing herself into the festive activities in order to avoid thinking about anything else. Like that, because that's exactly what she's doing.
Accordingly, she's not doing very well at the games. Katanuki cookies in pieces, torn goldfish scoops, kite string getting tangled in other people even more easily than usual. If that doesn't get you dragged into an interaction, then maybe she pulled you aside to ask: ]
Hey. How the hell do I get more stamps?
[ This might get awkward. ]
-Onsen-
[ This particular onsen has a men's bath, a women's bath, and a mixed bath. In a place like this, the purpose of the third is probably not hard to imagine. At some point, Luzia got her hands on some stamps, and exchanged them for a bottle of sake. By the time she wandered into the mixed baths, it was a lot lighter.
There aren't many people in the baths at the moment, so Luzia has most of it to herself - if anyone IS here, she doesn't seem to have noticed your presence. She sets down the bottle by the side of the bath, then sinks into it, until everything below her eyes is submerged, and blows some aggravated bubbles. For a few seconds, she dunks her head entirely underwater, as if wondering if dead people can drown, but comes back up for air before finding out. ]
Shit.
[ Luzia looks skyward. So, over half the prophecy was bullshit. Not that it matters, since she's dead. Not that it matters, since the world ended. What was the point of any of it? The sheltered upbringing, the strict rules, all her ordeals until now... ]
Fuck!
[ So, what now?
Some distant part of her brain tells her that she ought to mourn for her world, or at least for Cyran. Another part of her, the part that was full of sake and aphrodisiac bananas, is telling her that the thing to do right now is to act out. Misbehave. For the first time in her life, she doesn't have any reason to hold back from all the things she's always wanted to do. The world ended, isn't she afforded at least a little hedonism? It's only fair.
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...This sucks.
Lalo Salamanca | Better Call Saul
[Lalo's surprisingly relaxed, all things considered. He lounges on a ratty chair with his legs crossed, talking into his DTF, which has taken the form of a ring on his right ring finger.]
Soooo. This is the afterlife, huh? [He's grinning like that's no problem at all.] Pretty interesting. I never thought there'd be so much emphasis on, ah... peaceful interactions.
[Funniest way to refer to fucking ever, he thinks. His sexual interactions are usually far from peaceful.]
But if anyone wants to show a newbie around, or maybe get peaceful together... [The tip of his tongue pokes out, swiping over his lips as dark eyes look into the camera.] ...just let me know.
[Music Lounge]
[Lalo can be heard humming to himself as he browses the extensive collection of vinyl. He's always been a very musical person, so this is like home to him, being here.
He stops humming abruptly to grab a record and lift it up, smiling brightly.]
Ah, I love this one! [He turns to whoever's closest.] You heard of Luis Miguel? Great stuff!
[Matsuri (cw: Glasgow grin/minor gore)]
[Lalo rocks up to the festival looking a little strange. He's wearing a medical mask over the lower half of his face, but that isn't the odd part.
What's odd -- unsettling, ghastly, even -- is what he looks like when he tugs his mask down to shove street food in his mouth. His mouth, which has been slit from cheek to cheek. It doesn't bleed, but the raw muscle is very visible as he tugs meat off a skewer.
If he catches you staring, all he does is smile. It's somehow possible to tell that's what he's doing despite the state of his mouth forcing him to have a permanent smile. His eyes sparkle, and he gives a nod of greeting.]
[Katanuki (same cw as above, potentially)]
[Lalo has a very steady hand, so poking out the shape of a large cock is no difficulty to him. He does end up very tickled when it pops out as a 3D object in his hand. Though his mask makes it impossible to see his smile, the corners of his eyes crinkle.]
Wow. I get to keep this?
music lounge.
( Deki stammers, looking the record over. His voice is shaky and unconfident, but he carries the air of someone who wants to connect. )
But I ... can find something good in most tracks. Some ... Something to learn from.
( He has a vinyl in his hands with the word 'SHINKA' on it, with bright colors and a man in a leather jacket, surrounded by three similarly-dressed young men. )
I think that was way ... way before my time, too ...
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