uhmani | TDM #2

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. "Based on feedback from current inhabitants, I was able to gather that the drinks at the bar were awful. Also, based on data so far it seems the desire for alcohol correlates to a person's stress levels! Hopefully, making better drinks might help everyone relax."

At the bar on the first floor, a bartender is now assigned to mix drinks rather than The Peacekeeper themselves. The lacquer countertops have been dusted off so that the screens just beneath the surface can be better seen. Soon as someone sits down, the screen will light up and display a menu of featured drinks.

Unfortunately, due to a lack of resources, each person is only allowed one. That isn't to say you can't share, swap, or find other means to get a taste of a different drink though! Each one even comes with a complimentary slice of cake if you'd like.

While The Peacekeeper knows people are likely hesitant after incidents caused by the cake, part of this special offer is that an order of one of the drinks will come with a credit equivalent to a one-stamp reward. And, if you're lucky, the effects of the drink will get you even more stamps! Everyone wins! Especially you!

The featured drinks are as follows and come in alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties:

Firecracker

red

blue

speak a truth

red flames

risqué

blue flames

sadder admission

insecurity

anxiety

Sangria

stamina fruit

energy and libido

cocked

lessened refractory periods

Hot Buttered Rum

freezing cold

will

body heat

desperate

Mojito

make your mouth tingle

oral fixation

If you're feeling especially 'peaceful' after a piece of cake or two and worried about privacy, don't be! The bar's lounge has several secluded spots to hide away in. There are also rooms with beds on the first floor. So long as you don't mind the natural elements taking up some space along the sheets, they're free to use however you'd like. Though you might want to make sure to lock the door since it's doubtful you're the only one looking to get away for a little bit.

WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?

If the party and its cake 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 still find an (off-key) instrument to play in the music lounge or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.

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.

WALKING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND

Once the celebration has concluded, characters are encouraged to head out of the main hub to either explore the city or take a ride on the railway. It's time to truly begin your new reality! Whatever they choose, The Peacekeeper will explain to them that they are free to take up any housing they so wish. Most dwellings are at least habitable but it's likely that characters will want for more before long.

Especially considering the adjustments made to the weather paradigm recently. The Peacekeeper has been informed that it was far too warm for some of the residents. As a result, the temperature has dropped to appropriately align with winter months and the hours of sunlight have now shortened as a result. While the snow currently isn't more than light dusting now and again, that may be subject to change. (At least those pesky flowers from the Love Bugs appear to be dormant for now as a small blessing.)

In order to apologize for the inconvenient and sudden shift in atmosphere, everyone will get a cute new winter accessory to help acclimate to the chillier conditions. Enjoy the cozy new addition to your wardrobe! Or whatever excuse for a wardrobe you're beginning to assemble.

Additionally, candles will spawn throughout the main hub, houses that are inhabited, and pathways that people have been tracked as walking along often. Isn't that romantic and totally not just a convenient way to encourage one of the kinks of the month! Why would you think that?

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.

FLY AWAY HOME

After The Creators reconfigured the peace parameters and dropped a Giant Bird on everyone in the simulation, The Peacekeeper has tried to come up with its own solution to keep the beast preoccupied. Although still highly aggressive and dangerous, if it has different prey to chase it might not be as much of an issue between spawn periods.

It takes about one week before The Peacekeeper announces its newest creation to Amani: Bunnerflies! These adorable flying creatures are friendly and uplift the moods of anyone they happen to hop or float by. Yet, they are still supposed to be prey for a Giant Bird and it didn't seem fair to leave them completely defenseless. As many of the simulation inhabitants are beginning to find out, appearances can be deeply deceiving.

As a result, their fur may be soft but the edges of their wings are sharp as razor blades. Careful you don't get caught in the path of one fluttering your way.

They also breathe fire! Thankfully, The Peacekeeper has made simulation inhabitants immune to the flames. Sort of. The only type of heat one will feel is that of passion. Whether that means starting a new project or an intense make-out session, it's up to the individual and how they decide to channel it!

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 kinks of the month have changed! Be sure to check this post for what the new ones are. Also, give a congratulations to Niles (

cyclopticsadist) as the first person to place on the sexy leaderboard! 🎉

★ The effects of the drinks can be as heavy or light as you'd like! It can be chalked up to differences in alcohol tolerance, non-humanity or not, etc. etc. Also, they can mixed-and-matched! Have fun with that.

★ Have fun with the winter accessories! Pick whatever goofy thing you'd like your character to wear.

★ The flora and fauna page has been updated to include Bunnerflies and the flowers from the Love Bug event. While dormant right now, Spring is just around the corner! There won't be as many as there were during the event but enough that people will be able to play around with them as they see fit in the future.

★ Any questions can be asked right here!

NAVIGATION

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

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[_Tsk-- ]

You didn't let me die, Felix. If you start playing the blame game, I'll get-- I'll get really mad at you!

[_{she avoids eye contact when she tells him:} ]

I took the hit for you. It was all me - my choice. That's why I-- when I saw you here, I yelled, thinking that you died too in spite of... well, you know.

[_{Talking about it again was beginning to make Annette feel very sore. She nearly cries when Felix offers to hold her once more, and nods before she croaks out a tiny answer.} ]

... Please get over here...

"I'm quite confident that it is not, in fact, telling the truth. I have plenty of other suspicions about it's intentions but it wouldn't do to discuss them here, so close to it's primary location." He gives her a reassuring smile, squeezing her lightly.

"Besides, from what I recall we've won the war months ago and begun the process of rebuilding. So if I were to fall it would be no fault of yours. You weren't even in Derdriu last I knew." See? It's silly, Marianne. It couldn't possibly be your fault.

[ Thankfully, Dimitri's pride isn't strong enough to outweigh the practicality of the hat. Although a bit silly, well... He'd rather have it on than his ears be bitten by the cold chill now in the air. Granted, this was hardly cold for those from The Kingdom like them. ]

And you as well, my friend, [ he responds happily. ] Currently, I'm staying with Byleth in a large house near the lake. We wanted to have enough room in case others from home showed up and needed somewhere to go.

[ Oh that is. So cute. What a good reaction. It makes Byleth smile wide. Such unabashed joy. This is the most lovely. His touch is gentle and soft, hands darting around to keep Corrin guessing. ]

Oh no, Corrin it looks like you're ticklish too. Seems I have to test you.

[ He can't help but laugh too. Corrin's mirth is contagious. He takes one of his ankles in hand and goes after the bottom of his foot. ]

No stop? Okay, I won't.

[The bartender washes glasses behind them, seemingly quite unconcerned with the spectacle--and while Seteth is keenly aware of the fact that eyes are on them, he can hardly bring himself to care. He may well be the better-positioned of them to exercise restraint, relatively speaking, but relatively is the key word here. He might not allow things to go too far, but the absolute last thing he's interested in right now is breaking away from Claude. Not when he's satisfyingly warm and strong against him, and the hands on his hips are keeping him quite firmly in place, and Claude tastes absolutely divine. If they must have an audience until he can whisk them away from here, then so be it.

A low hum rumbles in his chest, equal parts satisfied and amused; his voice is little more than a murmur against Claude's lips, punctuated by lighter kisses and the pointed scrape of teeth. There will be time for questions later--and because it is Claude, perhaps to his shock, Seteth will actually answer them for once. For now, however, he doubts either of them could think of much beyond indulging themselves.]

Impatient, are we? Do you think you can manage the walk?

[Do you think he won't literally sweep you off your feet, if you're too addled to make it to a private room? Go ahead and call his bluff if you want, Claude. By now, he's quite familiar with aphrodisiac, and how important it is to find somewhere appropriate before you're too far gone.]

You what?

[Felix stares at her, eyes wide and horrified and angry.]

You--that's...you can't do that!

[But she already did it. Some Felix out there had to watch Annette die in his arms, for him, and she's acting like...like that's somehow okay, like he's supposed to just accept that??

She asks him to hold her and he does it without hesitation now, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his chest. If he clutches her a little tighter than he otherwise would have, well, hopefully she'll understand.]

...why? Why would you do a stupid, foolish thing like that?

[Because somehow your life is a lot better in the digital afterlife than it was on Hussy Island.]

I am glad to be of help.

[And an extra pair of strong hands will make the work go faster. Dedue goes to one of the wood stacks and loads himself up with as much of it as he can comfortably hold-- turns out that vassals have a respectable carrying capacity. Must be those big arms of his.]

Will we take some of this over to the other houses, as well?

[Since they've sort of got a... compound of sorts going on, with all of them living in roughly the same area, but with the privacy of separate domiciles. For those of them that wish for it, anyway; Dedue is happy to share a house with His Majesty and Byleth.]

Indeed. Byleth chose to teach the Golden Deer, rather than the Blue Lions; instead, Hanneman was your primary professor, and Manuela took charge of the Black Eagles.

[Can you even imagine it, Felix? Perhaps if you had taken any interest in reason magic, the match might have been a better one, but he doesn't recall ever seeing sorcery coursework from you. For that matter, if you could condone Manuela's..... peculiarities, she could have at least been suited to help you with your swordplay. Either way, it had apparently been impossible for either to truly be suited to bring out your potential--nor the rest of your classmates, or the Black Eagles. If all three of them had managed to truly capture their students' hearts, and bring them together as one..... who knows what could have happened?

Thinking about that nightmarish bloodbath at Gronder Field..... he finds himself sorely wishing he could have seen it. How could it possibly be worse than a crazed Dimitri spurring his friends into fighting to the death with those who should have been their allies, had they only been able to talk to each other? If they had only caught the Faerghan army sooner, if Edelgard's forces hadn't made everything so chaotic that they could barely tell who they were fighting until they were already locked in combat, if they had even known Dimitri was still alive to begin with.....

It makes him sick, feeling that regret clinging to him, thinking about what could have been. If what the other Felix had told him is any indication, they had forged a true bond on the battlefield. If only he'd been able to leverage that, perhaps send him letters, get him to restrain Dimitri at least long enough for them to form an alliance..... What might they have accomplished, with their combined might?]

Thank you, Felix. And my spear yours, should you--assuming I can get it back, that is.

[Don't hold back on her. How can he obey in good conscience, when he could hurt her? On the other hand, how could he bear to refuse, when she's taking him so impossibly deep? Seteth can't quite gather his thoughts for an articulate protest; the best he can manage is a sharp tug on Rosie's hair to try and urge her to slow down, thighs trembling violently beneath her hand as he fights to behave.

In the face of Rosie's skill and sheer fervor though, even his iron will is forced to shatter. Soon enough, Seteth is thrusting into her mouth with nothing short of blind desperation, every breath tearing ragged pleading noises from him as a second hand joins the first. It's too much, too fast, too good--how is he supposed to last like this? How is he supposed to take care of her if she makes him come with nothing but her mouth?]

[ He could although she doubts he would. And even if he did somehow hurt her, she would likely welcome it anyway. While she could understand his worries if she hadn't told him to let loose, as it is she has and he absolutely should. The pull of hair to tell her to slow down actually backfires on him. It urges her to keep going because, well, she likes the way his fingers bunch in her hair. She likes how desperately he tugs at short blond locks while shivering beneath the efforts of her tongue.

When his restraint finally frays, the woman gives a small, squeaky noise of surprise. But nearly each thrust of his is met with a deeply satisfied muffled moan. How do they feel when he's deep in the heat of her mouth? Even as her eyes water and she feels the increasing need to breathe, gods if this doesn't do so much for her. She wouldn't even need to get off after this.

Well, maybe she will, but- The point stands. He has nothing to apologize for. She wants this, wants him, and wants to taste as much of him as she can. Her own pleasure right now is him chasing his. She eagerly continues to let her face be fucked and good. ]

Hanneman?

[His tone is dubious and unimpressed. No doubt the Felix in Seteth's Fodlan had no interest in magic whatsoever; the only reason he ever studied it himself was because Byleth pushed him to challenge himself and discover talents he didn't know he possessed, and even then he only learned enough to supplement his swordplay and nothing more.

But no, he can't imagine it. He can't imagine caring in the least about anything at the academy if Byleth hadn't been there. It's a sobering thought, and a bit of a realization that he may have been taking the professor for granted all this time. He makes a mental note to do something for Byleth soon...some way to express his gratitude.]

Oh. You...can. The Peacekeeper can recreate it for you, but it will want you to...ugh. Demonstrate 'peaceful relations' first.

.....Mmmn.

[Is that so? "Peaceful relations", hmmm? That doesn't sound familiar at all.

Once again, there's a flicker of weariness in his expression, rather than any confusion or indignation; Seteth's gaze drops to the bracelet he had woken up wearing, and the faint glimpse of circuitry within its gleaming green gem. He hardly needs to ask for clarification at this point, and no doubt Felix would be more comfortable without elaborating, as well. No need to put him through that.

If he has to keep his head down and play nice here, as well..... well then, he'll hold his tongue and play nice, just as he's bidden. What other choice does he have? The Augur has trained him well in necessity of bending a knee to a higher power, to put it lightly. He hadn't even done anything to upset it, or to agitate Dr. Love--even so, he has no wish to know what it means to incur the Augur's or Peacekeeper's wrath. Does he still have his implant? Can the Peacekeeper make use of it, if it so desires?]

I'll bear that in mind. With luck, the Peacekeeper will have a softer touch.

Between Seteth's surge of speed and the DTF wheeling around to close the loop, there was simply nowhere left to go. Seteth came to a stop once Marianne called out, sighing in relief; meanwhile, the wyvirrel fluttered back to perch on Marianne's shoulder, sniffing at her cheek and inspecting her with bright eyes. She was okay, right? Not sliced up on the bunnerfly's wings?

"Well done. How does he look?" His DTF may have been expressing his concern over her, but Marianne was clearly more worried about the little creature they'd caught; he approached to watch her work, keeping a respectful distance from the pair. It would only make her job harder if he spooked the poor thing any further, wouldn't it? If she needed his help, no doubt she would give him specific instructions.

[The muscles under Dimitri's hand are rock hard with tension, eyes stinging with tears he can't quite manage to force back. How could he possibly know that? Even if that's true, what does it even matter anymore? It's all over. Everyone and everything is gone. He's failed. Failed Flayn, Indech, Macuil, Rhea, Fodlan, the island, Byleth, Rosie, Felix, Dimitri--everyone, even the Augur. His best hadn't been good enough. Nobody's had.

And now..... this. Again. Devastation of a scale that only a miracle could heal--a miracle that's never going to come. More than anything right now, he desperately wants to be in Sothis' arms again. Mother always knew how to fix problems as they arose, no matter how severe they were. She always knew what to do in a crisis. Even after all this time, studying and fighting and working..... had he ever really learned anything from her at all?

.....It's such a large, strong hand. Nothing like one too weak even to cling to him, or soft and delicate from centuries of sleep, or shedding putrid skin to reveal stark flashes of bone beneath. Even this is useless, isn't it? Pathetic. Just..... give him a few minutes to fight to steady his breath and calm himself, Dimitri. He's..... doing his best. Even if his best isn't anywhere close to what it usually is.]

I-I'm sorry.

Is that so? I'm..... pleased to hear it.

[He..... thinks he is, anyway? As long as it was pleasant and helpful, at any rate, it could hardly be a bad thing. Seteth's wyvirrel cocks its head in the meantime, clearly interested in Ocean in spite of the pup being abruptly muzzled.]

But what of yourself? Is anyone from your own world here?

R-Rose--

[The heat of her mouth is more than enough to burn away any lingering worries he might have--or indeed, any lingering thoughts at all. And the way she's moaning around him--Flames, she's going to completely unravel him. He tenses in a whole new way beneath her, muscles trembling and spasming, thrusts growing erratic as he buries himself as deep as he can manage with every snap of his hips.

He's not sure how long he manages to last--only that he finds himself using his grip on Rosie's hair to pull her down onto his cock as he finds his release, almost as explosive as the full-volume cry she drags out of him. Enjoy your freshly-melted Seteth, Rosie; he'll need a minute or two to remember how to string together a coherent thought again.]

[_{OH GOOD NOW HE'S SQUEALING WITH LAUGHTER WHILE HE WRIGGLES HELPLESSLY. GREAT.} ]

B-BYLEHEHEEEEEEHE--THHHH--!

[_{THE FEET...! WHY THE FEET!? YOU WOULD THINK FOR A GUY WHO RUNS AROUND BAREFOOT THAT CORRIN'S SOLES WOULD BE IMMUNE TO TICKLES BUT ALAS, THEY WERE NOT.} ]

I CAN'T TAKE IT! PLEASE!

[_{Aaaaand wouldn't you know it! Corrin's silver dragon tail appears above the base of his spine in a flash of light, and he glances over his shoulder to ogle at it with a heavily flustered demeanour, slowly trying to find his breath again.} ]

Uh! Normally that only happens when I battle! [_{Welp! Time to die! He was sure Byleth was going to think he was a freak now!} ]

[ The way he can barely get out her name is perfect and only drives her desire that much higher. She can feel him growing ever closer, all that tension and the break to his previously set rhythm. Almost. When she's pulled down to take as much of him as she can, her own grip on him tightens just a bit. He cries out and there's the tangy taste of his spend on her tongue and running warmly down her throat. It finally sates her and the tingling in her mouth doesn't entirely subside but she's definitely satisfied. How could she not be? ]

Mmm, [ she hums, still around him as his grip loosens enough to let her bring her head back up with a deep inhale. She uses one hand to wipe away the tears that had managed to spill over her waterline his eager thrusts. Her jaw might be a bit sore after all is said and done but, really, that's just the sign of an excellent time. Rose licks her lips in satisfation before crawling her way up to the bed now next to him with a grin.

She almost makes a stupid joke about that being the best meal she's had in a while but, well, that's a bit of a sensitive topic still she's sure. Too soon, maybe, to make light of how poorly she's taken care of herself. So, instead, she settles for: ] Not my usual way of saying 'glad you're here' but definitely a fun one.

Ren nodded solemnly. So he did recognise her. Rose had warned her that some people might recognise her from the island and some might not, it seemed...strangely fitting that the person she had inflicted the worst of her youthful stupidity on happened to be one that remembered her.

"Ren. My name is Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds." This was the harder part of what she had to do. If Seteth chose to study her expression, it became apparent she was an odd mix of concerned and annoyed. "And I owe you a debt of apology. I did you a great disservice on the island. I was young and dumb and made some stupid choices." She had been so excited at the idea of other wolves, she had forgotten her good sense that time. "I put you in a situation you should never had been in. I am in your debt."

A moot. S'what they call them where I'm from. [Admittedly, where she came from it was mostly werewolves and their tribal leaders who felt obliged to meet, but, the principle could be applied here.]

Everyone meets on the last day of the moon, shares tales of their successes, shares information and breaks bread. It's good for the community to know who's still alive. [And that was one of the most important reasons for frequent meeting; headcount of resources.] Then people tend to scrap, fuck or drink until the moon is over. [She shrugs, shameless as ever.]

[Ren nods in consideration.] Good. I've already got a few who are willin' to do so for the wider group but the more hands to it, the easier it is. As much as I'd like to, hunting for more than a group of ten is exhausting for one person.

Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds. Quite a telling name, wasn't it? Assuming those names were bestowed on individuals according to their deeds, rather than inherited, that would mean..... what, exactly? An outrageously stubborn, miraculously lucky, perhaps too-courageous warrior snatching a near-impossible victory from the jaws of certain defeat? Someone who triumphed during what should have been a last stand, perhaps? He supposed he could see it. Even taking some care not to hurt him, Ren's strength had been apparent.

Seteth's eyes lingered on her face, his own confusion and alarm softening to understanding as Ren spoke. Held in this position, what else could he really do? She must have been worried he would bolt, if he recognized her--a fair concern, given their circumstances. But given what she could have done to him, while he was in such a compromised position? Spending a few days bound and gagged had been ultimately nothing more than a stressful detour. It does force him to wonder, though: had she intended to turn him, if she had kept him longer? Had she been waiting for simple physical contact to do the job eventually? What if whatever her plan had been had failed entirely?

No, better not to dwell on what could have been. Nothing bad had actually happened. Everyone was young and foolish, once--the important thing was learning from it. "It was a bit of a scare, but there was no harm done in the end. So long as your later packmates were more agreeable, perhaps it was worth being waylaid."

I-I should hope not.

[He probably shouldn't, in all fairness--wishing to be the only one is just begging for disappointment, in places where they're specifically asked to be promiscuous. But flushed and breathless and still trembling from the afterglow? It's hard not to. Seteth reaches for Rosie instead, the better to pull her close and kiss her.

What had they been talking about before this, again? It's hard to think about anything but the softness of her lips.]

Now, how are we going to take care of you?

[ It is asking for disappointment, isn't it? But when he says that he hopes not, seems that he might want to be the only one who has her this way- It's impossible to stop the way she smiles due to it. That would be something, wouldn't it? Just them.

Rose knows better. She does. What was it that he said though? The heart wants what it does regardless? Maybe there's more truth to that than she wants to admit. These are things she can worry about later though. Right now? She's content enough to kiss him back, to not think too much about it all right this moment. ]

Me? Pft, I'm fine. [ The near uncomfortable heat between her thighs would speak to otherwise. ] I don't mind if you need the rest, y'know? I figure all... [ a vague gesture meaning the simulation ] this has been a lot.

So you are. But I would rest more easily knowing I've not left you wanting.

[Is that flirting? Even he's capable of a little something occasionally, no matter how understated. She is right, of course; arriving here and everything it implies is nothing short of exhausting and overwhelming. But that fact hardly negates how strongly he can still smell the arousal on her, either.]

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