TDM 001!!

[heckinmods]

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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!! ]


B) LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE (HELL LEVEL)
[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!! ]


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-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!
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-For current players: TDMs count as game canon AND threads may be used for AC if you wish!

Comments

[behemoth_betrayed]

[ Abby just might be one of the few beings older than Lucifer-- if time keeps any real meaning after 'really freaking old'. Has Lucifer witnessed The Big Bang? If so, they should chat about it! What a show, huh? And this Old Man was around eons and eons before that.

10,000 years of extreme sheltering, 5402 years in an extended 'Time Out' locked inside a star... if effects a guy, okay. ]

Maybe creativity doesn't concern them. What kind of sad creatures must they be to take no joy in the originality of creation?

[... Well Eff you too Abby, I think the game is neat but you're entitled to your opinion. ]

... Hm?

[ Oh what the devil. Ábramar gazes down at his wayward hand with a look of slight amused, and slight irritation. ]

That was unintentional [ Calmly spoken, considering it's low key mind control. Abby tries to move his hand, but his fingers barely twitch, and he becomes aware of the wash of pleasant water energies from the simple physical contact. That feels... good? Ah-ha, it's magic! ]

Oh, now what kind of magic is this....?

[ He finally manages to uncoil his grip, one finger at a time, after some intense concentration. Though... he can't deny that he'd rather not! Curiouser, and curiouser!]

[applesolutely]

[ in lucifer's universe, the only thing older than him is god himself. the first, the favorite, the most loved! until everything went to shit, of course. michael was created at the very second that lucifer was, as well, so even his 'twin' isn't really older than him.

he'd helped, with the big bang. helped put everything in place. it was good, to be so busy for a while. something new and exciting. ]

Sometimes people just haven't seen the joy of it yet. Maybe they need a swift kick in the ass.

[ he watches this whole thing with open interest, though his eyes squint slightly at the display. once his hand is free again, he takes it back. how strange! ]

I really don't like the concept of there being controlling aspects of this place even further than there already are.

[behemoth_betrayed]

[ Abby might theorize that Luci's daddy is, in one way or another, a Behemoth like him. Or maybe, a distant cousin. It's rare for this dude to find anyone even close to the same level as him; the scope of his existence creating it's own unique concerns and constraints. It's just. Kinda nice chatting up someone who seems to get it.

The Hyperfixate, man. Ábramar's not really happy without one of those either, but for him, that means finding a Master. And for SOME REASON everyone is so suspicious of the Wish Granter Like he wouldn't burn 110 immortals alive FOREVER if reality didn't compose just a little differently ]

Or a Fire lit beneath it [ His smile shows fangs, the hunger for chaos that could form anywhere between mischief and strife. ]

Everyone is controlled by something, at one time or another. Even me. That's Fate. Never seen such powerful magic tweaked for, what... hand holding? [ Now he's trying to keep track of all his hands. All six of them, incidentally. ] Who designed that? A bunch of teenage girls at a slumber party?

[... RUDE Abby. ]

[applesolutely]

Fire usually helps things, true!

[ lucifer’s current hyperfixation is rubber ducks, which may be a little ridiculous but it fills the time and also he always has presents ready if someone drops around at random.

spoilers: no one drops around at random. he has an endless supply of ducks back home.

anyway!

he squints a little more at the commentary, then sighs and leans back. carefully keeping his limbs out of reach. not that this guy doesn’t probably have extendo-arms or some shit, but he can just temporarily poof out of existence if that happens. ]

Of course they are. That’s a universal constant. That doesn’t mean I have to like it. [ he grabs another piece of pie, taking a large bite before continuing. ] Maybe they just didn’t get enough affection as a child.

[behemoth_betrayed]

[Everyone's gotta have a Hyperfixate, man. As long as it makes the brain chemicals do the Happy thing, it's a worthwhile cause and effect. At least rubber ducks are easy enough to make yourself?

Yeah Abby's keeping all six arms folded now-- slack, not quite flaunting, like it didn't bother him too much to have a limb so casually hijacked. Okay, actually-- the bottom pair unfold and prop a pair of hands on his hips. He's not quite annoyed. Mildly ticked might be more accurate. It doesn't show on his expression, though. ]

Maybe. There are worse endeavors one could take with Mind Control Magic, obviously. Maybe I shouldn't be giving our Hypothetical Jailers ideas...

[ ... Yeah he's going to take a small break from the food. He needs a healthy, cautious, five minute interval to make sure he knows where all of his arms are. Letting them phase in and out seems... a bit risky, if they are individually possessed to wander. Will he caution anyone else though? Nah. Maybe it wasn't even the food? Maybe it was but it's a Behemoth-specific thing?

Watching others nibble is a good way to more workable answers, though. ]

Do you think your Big Guy put you here, on purpose? Or do you know anyone else who could have? I know you said you believe the 'Clerical Error' thing... just seems too convenient to me

[applesolutely]

[ ticked and mildly annoyed go hand in hand my friend! or they do when you're as overblown as lucifer tends to get. still, he's pleased with the return of personal space and hey, as far as the food goes, the apple pie hasn't done him wrong so far!

though, all things considered with heaven, he does have to wonder if it's a mock-apple pie... he stops eating mid-bite and starts to dig around in the pie looking for texture cues, squinting. he has to know.

then: ]

Please don't give them ideas. Hey, do you think this pie is real apples? They got really mad at me about apples a while back so I can't imagine they'd use real ones!

[ my brother of satan they probably did not make a pie out of ritz crackers.

he does seem to consider the question, then shakes his head. ]

No. He'd rather not think about me at all even to send me away. Again. As far as the clerical errors thing goes, while it's not normal, it would be normal if they let cherubs like those file it back home. They're, you know. [ a beat. ] As dumb as a sack of rocks!