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heckinooc2024-03-17 09:47 am
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TDM 001!!
A) MAY I OFFER U PIE IN THIS TRYING TIME(GARDEN LEVEL)
[OOPS YOU DIED. WELCOME TO THE GARDEN OF GOOD AND EVIL. If you're new here, have a sheep cherub or imp slap a "HI MY NAME IS--" sticker on you, and frantically explain "DON'T WORRY, WE'RE WORKING ON IT, WE'LL HAVE YOU OUT HERE....AT...SOME POINT..." Wack. Also, you may noticed that your body may or may not have changed. What's up with that??? Who cares, at least you have as spiffy new cell phone! You're also told you're free to take the elevators up to Heaven or down to Hell. Good luck!
In the mean time--join the garden party that's going on! Or at least, it seems like a party?? Except all they are serving is pie. Apple pie. Blueberry pie. The classics. For you more Carnivorous types, there's stuff like mince pie, and...the name is smudged, but maybe don't eat that one unless you're a cannibal.
But along with a variety of normal pies, if you accidentally eat a weird pie, your character might experience the following:
Vinegar Pie - It's tasty but suddenly you're compelled to blurt out an Insult or ruthlessly tease the next person you see.
"Sweet" Potato - If you're a normally grumpy or aggro character, this pie will suddenly make you want to be more affectionate! This can be anything from wanting to hold hands or saying genuine nice things.
Humble Pie - Suddenly you feel complimenting or praising others and might downplay your own achievements, or insult yourself.
You can probably shake off the effects, but hey. Free pie!! ]
[TIME TO EXPLORE. Today in the Hell Level, the Hotel (Ho-hell? Helll-tel? Okay just Hotel) it's time for spring cleaning! Wait, didn't they just have that? An Imp says yes, but this is a different type of cleaning. Time to TAKE OUT THE TRASH!!!!
Which is to say, out of no where you might receive a PUNCH in the face by a local, or an imp! If the latter it's like being bapped by a sick little lamb. Still, even if a local punches you, you suddenly heal immediately? That's right, TODAY ONLY, this is a 'get into a scrap injury free' spring holiday, and you can rough house as much as you want with each other today in the Hotel, and NO DAMAGE will remain! Ever wanted to get cut in half and suddenly stitch back together? WELL TODAY'S YOUR LUCKY DAY.
If you're not into PG rated guro however, why don't you try exploring:
-The clubs! The nightlife in hell is FANTASTIC and genuinely fun!
-Games! Along with casinos galore, there are also normal arcades! Any game you can imagine, it exists.
-Or explore parts of Hell's Hotel that don't involve getting into a dogpile! ]
C) MARCH COMES IN LIKE....(HEAVEN LEVEL)
[TODAY IN HEAVEN THOUGH, there are advertisements for the ZOO!! A zoo in heaven?? Fuck yea!! But when you get there you see nothing but...........lions. And lambs. Just, everywhere. They aren't fighting though, but being super cute and soft and have tiny wings. You can pet them and pick them up--well the lambs at least. The lion might crush you. But you're dead anyway so give it a shot champ!!
Local angels explain that every 'spring' the zoo does this, and it's a sign of good fortune! You might wonder why you need good fortune in Heaven, but fuck it, when it Rome!! If you stick around long enough the zoo will change back to 'normal' and you can find other animals to gawk at.
If zoos aren't your thing though, check out heaven's:
-BEACH!! How is there an ocean and sandy white beach in the sky! Who cares, it's heaven! Beach episode time!
-Coffee shops! There are no coffee shops in hell! LIVE YOUR COFFEE AU DREAMS.
-Or just explore the Heavenly hotel in general!]
D) WILDCARD
[DO WHATEVER ELSE or send text messages on your phone!! ]
OOC NOTES:
-This TDM is open to all! For now, you do NOT need to join the comm to play in it!
-Post questions for the mods here
-Remember, playing in the TDM does NOT guarantee your entry or app being accepted into the game proper later down the line!
-Apps open next Sunday! Be sure to read the rules linked there and check the current taken list!
-For current players: TDMs count as game canon AND threads may be used for AC if you wish!
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[ And it's true enough, of the handful of people she's run into here thus far his vibe is the closest she's found to her own. Not having her core group here is one blow but the fact that she is going to have to crawl her way back up to the top again is what bothers her the most. There are no flashing lights here, no adoring fanbase to pick her up when she's feeling particularly shitty about herself.
Now? Is one of the times she could use a pick me up and he seems to be the man for the job.
After shrugging out of her coat and carefully draping it over her chair, she flips her hair over a shoulder before holding a gloved hand out to him. Of course, he's perfectly capable of denying her request but time and experience tell her he'll indulge her for a little while. She needs an escape right now; her mind is reeling, and she needs to find her way back to solid ground before it becomes noticeable. ]
Tell me, are you as good at dancing as you are with words?
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[And he's watching her: the ease in which she shrugs out of her coat, how she tosses her hair over her shoulder like she's done this whole routine a thousand times. Greed pushes his drink to the side and as she offers her hand, he eases out of the barstool with a slip to his movements; his whole body stretching and settling as effortlessly as an uncoiling viper.]
[He carefully takes her hand, mindful of his claws.] Mn, now that all depends. Suppose I'll have to let you be the judge of that. [The Sin slowly shifts away from the bar - the teasing tap of his nail, a silent gesture to follow him.] Why don't you show me exactly what you want? And if I disappoint, I owe you part of your tab. [Even against the thud of a constant bass beat, his voice purrs deep. It sits in his chest as solid as a stone; one quaking, humming, to the proposition.]
[Because he'll never deny anyone. Least, not most people. And she's just full with all the confidence in the world to hook him in.]
[Greed sways backwards on his heels and as he begins the short walk to the dance floor, he leers in close.] The name's Greed. A pleasure -
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[ The second they reach the dance floor she, while also being careful of his claws, gives herself a little twirl which intentionally concludes with her being even closer to him. Close enough for her to drag the length of her nails up both arms and down the front of his chest, fingertips idly mapping out the contours hidden beneath the burdensome clothing.
If this place has nothing else going for it, the company is an improvement. ]
I want you to distract me for a little while, make me forget that I'm in Hell and I'll take you to Heaven. If I thought I was going to be disappointed, I wouldn't have bothered getting your attention. Greed, is it? I'll be the judge of that.
[ She turns her back to him and presses her back to his chest, grabbing both of his hands to draw them to her waist as she begins to sway in place to the beat of the music, the movement occasionally causing her to brush her hips against him. One arm is then lifted up so she can wrap it around his neck, her head tipped off to one side so she can look at him. ]
Verosika, and the pleasure's all mine.
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[He doesn't even bother fighting her as she takes the lead to the dance floor - it's clear that she knows her way around. Instead, he simply goes with the flow; letting her nails scratch up his chest, across his muscle, like a promise that this moment, this one moment, will truly be worth it.]
[Verosika turns her back to him and the Sin spreads two of his hands to guide them down her sides. He's not touching, not yet, but hovering. Lingering. As if he's mapping her out, tracing every inch of her, and burning it to memory.]
[Finally though, the points of his claws teasingly glide atop her curves, and he leers his face in close to the back of her neck.] Distract you, huh? Mn. Well, let's see what I can do about that. [Greed's breath is hot, warm; the scent of high-shelf scotch, spent cigarettes, and a dash of some kind of cooked wood hanging at the edge of his teeth. He catches her look while he matches her sway with a dip in the opposite direction.][A flicker of red bleeds behind his sunglasses as his head sinks into a sudden drop of light, only to disappear again once a stray splash of color shines on his face. Greed touches his nose close to her ear. Words, in this case, are moot. The music's pounding, the drinks are pouring, and what good is conversation when movement and action can do so much more?]
[Thankfully, he's a creature built for more.]
[So with two of his hands occupied on her waist, he moves another to gingerly push away some of her hair from her neck with his knuckle; the tip of his nail, a mere kiss on her skin.] I want you to show me everything you want. [His tone purrs deep, making his throat vibrate mutely under the club's constant drumming.] Don't hold back, and I'll make sure to return the favor.
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Her lips pull back into just enough of a smile that her fangs are on display, the tip of her tongue gliding over one of them. ]
Oh, I think you've got potential. Show me what you got, Greed.
[ His eyes don't go unnoticed, reminding her of two dying embers coaxed briefly back to life by a breath. More than just a distraction, this is someone who knows what he wants and goes for it—something she can appreciate. Show him she does, the hum of interest a dull roar lingering just beneath the beat. There's a sweetness in the air, a sharp contrast to the hunger barely contained behind her eyes.
A soft sigh follows the contact, and she tips her head back a bit more to expose her throat. All the while her tail is carefully winding itself around the base of Greed's own, tightening just enough to show him she means business. Finally, she lifts a hand and gestures for him to come closer while parting her lips. The spade on the end of her tail drags itself along the thickest section of his tail, following the beat of the song currently blaring overhead. ]
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[And she, well. She knows just how to pull the strings, doesn't she?]
[Greed catches the hint of her fang as the lights wash over them, his eyes chasing her lips like fine print. Blinding, that's what she is. Even against everything going on around them (the bodies pressing and nudging as they forget themselves, the glitter unwinding in fades of smoke), she's got his full attention. The Sin reaches one of his hands out in front of her, the soft side of his claw trailing up her throat to gently trace out her chin.]
[No, this. This is so much easier.]
[He feels the pressure on his tail and returns it; his pace deliberately slow. Twist by twist, he goes - his whole demeanor more similar to a reptile waiting out the last, dying breaths. The Sin tries to lift her chin with his finger and as she coaxes him closer, he dips his head in; his mouth, his teeth, hanging like a whisper.]
Like I said, I'll let you be the judge of that, sweetheart. [He talks against her lips with a voice that's a different kind of sweet. A rich, baritone purr churns in his gullet, making the forks of his tongue flutter inside his cheek. Because they are two predators, aren't they? Two predators familiar with the song, comfortable with the dance, and oh, oh, oh, if they won't just eat each other alive.]
[Greed playfully tries to nip at her lower lip as his back presses up against hers, finally closing the gap between them.] Everything, remember? I want to see everything - [He pulls back for a second when the music takes another turn and his sunglasses slip down the bridge of his nose, finally exposing his eyes to all that she's promised. They shrink and expand; snap and still. His desire, his want, his need, open and raw.]
[Another song picks up where the last one faded out, and the Sin draws his nails down the front of her thighs.]
i thought i hit send sob
[ She already knows the answer but she's fishing, trying to figure out what makes him tick almost as thoroughly as her fingers continuing to map out his frame do. The hunt is almost as exhilarating as the prize, she enjoys the way their eyes dance when they watch her. It's with this in mind that she snatches his shades when they slip and places them on her own face, just low enough that she can peek up and over the frames at him.
She doesn't even attempt to contain her amusement. If he wants them back, he'll have to come and get them. ]
Watch where you're pointing those, I'm not wearing anything under this.
[ Panty lines under her dress? Absolutely not. She lifts up her arms, dragging the nails of one hand along the back of his neck. Not firmly enough to draw blood, not yet, but she's likely left marks behind. A taste of things to come, should their display lead to something more later in the night. Normally she is cautious when it comes to those she pursues but today? She's ended up in a weird hell in the company of one of the few people who might just get her.
Verosika isn't in the market for love, she's here for a good time and Greed can more than provide that. ]
NO WORRIES
[The Sin moves to press all of his chest up against her back and his lips talk into the curve of her ear.] For everything? That's a tall order - [He teases his teeth along her skin with a light nip. No need to draw blood and ruin the whole thing; his has enough years under his belt to know that. Even when she eggs him on, dragging her nails along the back of his neck, he keeps the pace level. Beat for beat, pass for pass, if only to savor the moment.]
[And aren't the best things in the life, the most expensive things, worth being savored?]
[Greed shoves his nose into the point where her collar dips and her shoulder starts as he tries to sway her in the opposite direction.] Yeah? I'll keep that in mind - [And then he breaks their embrace - cutting it off and unraveling it like a string pulling, pulling, pulling - ]
[When he gets them facing each other again, his knuckles find the midpoint of her spine and slowly begin to descend it, counting her bones like dollars.] Let me answer that question first. [He pauses a little lower down and rolls his finger, trying to ease any tension (though he doubts there will be much).] The price for you is just this. You taking whatever you want, no strings, no questions. I want to see it all, lovely. You already know, I'm a pretty selfish guy.
[Across another bone he goes, and his hand spreads out to try to press her close. A crocodile's loving embrace.] And after we're done, that's up to you. If I disappointed, you get a free drink and the eyes of anyone in here. If I didn't and our friends that run the place decide to keep you around, give me a call. [Greed's eyes tick open, the slits of them turning to saucers.] Either way, it doesn't matter to me.