heckinooc | TDM 002 / MERMAY EVENT

TDM 002 / MERMAY EVENT

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A: Garden Level - CLEAN UP CREW
[WHUH OH YOU'VE DIED AND ENDED UP IN THE GARDEN OF GOOD AND EVIL. A usually beautiful sight--this time it seems the water from heaven is spilling over! Watch your step or you might get a stream of ocean water cascading atop your head like a prop bucket.

The imps and cherubs are hard at work with a water pump tho!! They've got this, really. "Don't mind us, we're just--doing paperwork! Yep!! THAT'S ALL IT IS."

Reassuring. More alarming, you may have noticed that you've changed. Depending on your alignment, you may have more heavenly or hellish traits.............or just for May, you may have AQUATIC traits. That's not worrying!!

Well as some oldbies get teleported to the garden as well, maybe you can ask them some questions!!]

B: HECK-LING TIMES
[Now if you take the elevator down to Hell's Hotel, it's water free! However you may be IMMEDIATELY assaulted by some imps who try to jab you with a shiv. Standard hell greeting!! Maybe someone intervenes or maybe you can like, just punch them. The sheep imps ain't shit. The rest of the hotel is surprisingly nice though, and if you have a room assignment there, you'll find it honestly pretty accommodating.

BUT OUTSIDE? Oh buddy is it still flooded!! Some imps are working hard to pump the water out, but it has the added effect of creating whirlpools. Get sucked into one and not only will you be tossed and turned like laundry, but there's a chance a MEMORY will be tossed right out of you! This could be anything from forgetting your name, your bestie's face, where you live, whatever! Don't worry, the effect will wear off in a few hours, or until someone finds the memory and gives it back to you (in the form of floating seashells that will float near the whirlpools!)]

C: HEAVENLY SING-A-LONGS
[Take the elevator up, and you step in the luxurious Heavenly Hotel! And you may be IMMEDIATELY assaulted by sheep cherubs spritzing you with perfumes or colognes or dolling up your hair. They're here to serve!! Once you get rid of those pests though, feel free to explore the ludicrously divine amenities of the hotel.

OUTSIDE isn't nearly as flooded as Hell, though the local ocean has still expanded greatly, but instead there's a different problem...........there are crabs. And seagulls. And fish?? Singing. They're singing SO much.

You may find a chorus of sea critters at any point in Heaven abruptly bursting into a kiss-the-girl style musical, accidentally revealing a crush you might have, or a silly secret. Better hope passing angels and other residents aren't listening too hard! Of course you can just punt the annoying creatures away. Or eat them. That's an option too, sure. ]

OOC NOTES:
-All effects are optional and last as long as it's fun for you to play with them!
-TDM characters can have mermaid forms or not, up to you!
-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 in June! 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!
-Remember regardless of your alignment, you are free to travel to whatever level you wish!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The way Hanna's tail is wiggling all around freaks Maurice out just a little because it reminds him of a snake, but honestly he's too upset to really be scared of anything.

Obediently, Maurice falls into step behind Hanna, dragging his long tail along after him. At first he doesn't say anything. He just tries not to sniffle too loudly. But he can't help himself. He's a born blabber mouth.

"I wouldn't be surprised if there wasn't any. It's s'posed to be Hell aint it?"

He's frankly surprised he isn't burning in a pit right now.

Hanna may or may not be occassionally swatting at the thing as he flicks in and out of his peripheral. Thats really going to annoy him if he can't figure out to get the thing in check.

He had been doing that thing where he rushes ahead, but he slows his roll when he realizes that Maurice isn't having the same problem with his own tail. That was probably new, right? "Yeah, though I mean, I'm also supposed to be dead right now and I could probably still use the bathroom if I found one. Dead people usually don't have to, yanno, evacuate." That and he can still feel his magic doing it's work on his body, which makes no fucking sense.

Maurice is still pretty disoriented from, you know, dying, so he doesn't argue and cite his experiences as a vampire. Man, how could he have fucked up this bad? It was bad enough that he ended up as one of the undead but now he's dead dead and he's STILL going through shit.

At least this short guy was being really nice to him.

Which also doesn't make sense.

How can people be nice to you if you're in Hell?

Also why was this place so soggy? It's not even hot! Humid, maybe, but not hot.

He tries to keep his eyes trained on Hanna. The edges of his vision get blurry and dark but he stays zeroed in on his guide and his wiggly tail. However, it soon becomes evident to Maurice that he has bigger problems than somebody seeing him ugly cry.

"Houhhh--wait, wait a minute. Wait a--minute, I need a second." He grabs hold of his own horns and tries to still the swimming sensation in his head.

Hanna pauses, turning and looking at him curiously, "You uh, okay?" If he was going to fall Hanna is totally sure he isn't going to be able to do anything about it other than get out of the way.

"Do you want to sit down?"

Sitting...sitting sounds wonderful. Maurice takes a quick glance around. The ground is all wet. At first he thinks of just plunking down on his ass anyway but then he remembers he has a huge chunky tail. He sits on it like a kangaroo might. It's strong as the rest of him so it has no problem holding him up.

"Sorry, I just got...really lightheaded. Thanks for, uhm, for helpin' me."

Hanna sees him slump a little and his eyebrows knit. How is he...Oh. Man, that's one strong tail. His own obnoxiously flicks around, tickling his ear. Excuse him as he waves his hands around, trying to swat the tail away but ends up crazily smacking away at basically nothing, the new appendage already flicking the other way. God dammit. He takes in a deep breath to get his cool back before turning his attention to his new friend, actually extending a hand since he hadn't really even told him his name.

"Don't mention it, I'm Hanna by the way. Hanna Cross."

The swaying slows though the overwhelming sense of dread still hangs around thew newly dead's shoulders like a wet blanket. Hanna's hand enters his field of vision and Maurice looks up.

He really owes this guy, he thinks.

Maurice extends a clawed hand and gives Hanna's a tired but firm shake.

"It's nice t'meet you...though I wish it'da been under different circumstances. I'm Maurice." And as soon as the words leave his mouth, another sentence jumps the turnstile without paying toll. "How'd you die?"

Hanna had just been about to say something when the question pops up, his mouth opening and then closing. How did he die?

"Oh. I think I got shot?" He looks down at himself, pulling at his shirt, trying to look between his eyes. "It's a little fuzzy on the details. Like...one moment I'm yelling at a guy for being an asshole and then he pulls a gun." Hanna deflates a little at the thought, his tail even sadly sinking down to the ground, the puddle it's in slowly filling with ink. "Huh...Well, maybe he only had one shot, that's a relief." He hadn't seen any of his companions around, so that was at least comforting.

"What about you?"

Maurice was about to cover his stupid stupid mouth, but Hanna takes the question like a true champ. So instead of making things worse, Maurice puts on his listening ears--his ears are quite cow-like, like Hanna's.

His brows peak in sympathy as he imagines something scary like that happening.

"I'm sorry..." Maurice's eyes fall to the ground where he notices the inky puddle. He's only distracted by this until Hanna turns the question on him. Fair is fair.

"I, uh...I think I burnt up. I was in the desert."

Hanna was at least trying to take it like a champ. He was starting to get a little angry about the little details. "You know, now that I'm thinking about it, it looked like some dumb vintage pistol. Who even carries those? What the fuck..." He'd gotten shot and killed with some pirate gun by a guy who probably had a weird clock fetish. 12:21 indeed.

He'd been grumbling about something to do with spooky fuckers when he catches what Maurice says, confused. "Like, death by sunburn? Or heat stroke?" Burnt up as in spontaneous combustion wasn't the usual so he doesn't go straight for it. Maurice doesn't exactly look like any vampire he's met, especially now.

"Uh, sunburn."

He's not ready to tell this stranger that he used to attack people for their blood. That didn't go so well with his mom after all. And he wants so badly to be liked by somebody.

"I was drinkin'..."

He doesn't feel bad about telling him that. After all, he's being punished. Best be honest as he can. Maybe it won't do any good after the fact, but he's trying.

He hisses, thinking about it. "Like 3rd degree? That's painful. Sorry, dude." That'd be a painful way go, burning to death drunk in the desert. He thinks that maybe getting shot and not remembering what it felt like was better. At least it was quick?

"Was it at least good? I mean, I'd be pretty upset if I died while drinking Pabst or something. At least I could have splurged on something fancy if it was gonna be my last. Like, what are those called again? Stella Artois?" His tail is starting to perk up again, but now it's dripping, water and ink droplets falling all around him as it flicks here and there.

"Not really," Maurice admits. "Everclear and Gatorade." He rubs his head and rolls his eyes up in attempts to see the horn that is in the way. So weird...

"Did you say you got shot with a, like an old timey gun? That's...weird. Maybe...maybe that guy'll show up here eventually and we can Get Him."

You know what? He decides he is Here for this random little demon guy. He was nice to him at his lowest point and that means something to the ex-vampire.

"You know, that's good if you blend it with Pink lemonade concentrate and some ice. Cuts right through the bite." He manages a smile, gently patting Maurice's arm, "those are called pink panty droppers and they are fucking delicious." He informs him proudly.

He isn't sure he's looking for revenge though, considering. "Um, well He didn't look so good himself. After I punched him I told him we should go to the hospital. He was bleeding. Or I think it was blood? Looked more like-" His tail flicks from his side and a large stain of watery ink starts to spread on his Pink undershirt and on his face.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Maurice hums thoughtfully. That does sound tasty. He can't believe he's thinking about alcohol after what happened...or...well, yeah. He can. And does it matter? While he's still bummed, the abject misery is melting away in favor of curiosoty about this other guy.

And then he inks himself.

"Oh, uhhhh, yeah I been watchin' your tail there. I think you've got a leak."

His little ear flicks with irritation, which in turn irritated him because it kept touching his face if he was too animated. "This is going to drive me crazy." At some point he will appreciate it, once it stops having a mind of its own, but he grabs it and starts awkwardly wrapping it around his waist. It tightens around his body like a corset, his baggy sweater pressed against him to show how thin he was under the layers.

He turns his back to Maurice, holding the little nib end behind him, "Can you like, tuck this in or something back there? It needs a time out."

"Oh--! Uh, sure man..." Maurice, finally over his spell, rocks forward and his hooves squish on the soggy ground. He doesn't know if there's some ettiquite about touching another guy's tail or if it's a weird thing to do, but Hanna has been nothing but nice to him and he seems awfully put upon by the wily thing.

He takes the tip of the tail and shimmies it down into the loops around Hanna's middle.

"There we go. Wish I could put mine away like that." He peers over his shoulder at the snake skin sofa he has attached to his ass.

"Hell is having an errant tail that can stain your favorite shirt." He decides, the sensation of Maurice touching it strange. It wasn't like he'd had one before, but having a new limb with all the feeling of any of the ones he's used to is going to be a bit of a learning curve. The tucked in tail tip flips back and forth a minute before it settles, drooping sadly just above the beltline.

"Thanks, though, yeah...man. I was kind of hoping you just came here looking like that, not that it was new. Is uh, it all new? The horns are cool, but if you were human before thats a lot to take in." He walks a circle around Maurice, investigating him, "Anything I can help you with?"

"It's new..." Maurice admits.

Again, he doesn't mention being a vampire. He wants to. He wants to gush and tell this stranger everything he's been though, to talk to SOMEONE. But he doesn't. He doesn't want to burden this nice little man the way he APPARENTLY burdened Margaret.

He watches Hanna circle him and tenses up. His anxiety is having a heyday. "Uhm...no, I don't guess so...I appreciate it though. I don't...really know what t'do from here. I'm damned, I get that. But nobody's torturing me...am I in the wrong place?"

Hanna stops in his walk, blinking at the other man. "What? Uh, I thought this was all a big misunderstanding." He didn't even believe in heaven and hell Maurice, what would he be doing here?

"Like, someone accidentally put the wrong stamp on the wrong letterhead." That's what he's allowing himself to believe because he didn't die, naw. His horrible lack of self preservation didn't get him killed at 24, that'd be too early even for him.

"Is it?" He'd been pretty overwhelmed when he showed up and has not quite internalized everything the frantically working cherubs said. Maurice visibly brightens. "So I could go back to--bein' alive?"

Was that the word for it, really? Was it better than what he had now?

"Maybe? I don't make the rules but, I mean. That makes sense to me. Mr. Tibenoch wouldn't have shot me, that's crazy even if he looked like he was totally going to do it. Just, like a blip in the matrix." His grin is so wide that any sort of self doubt that might have been bleeding into his words is just completely drown out.

Luckily for Hanna, Maurice is the gullible sort. And really looking for any way out of this.

"Yeah...yeah! Haha, besides, this isn't what Terri said happened to vampires!"

Wait.

Fuck!

"WELL, UH. Actually I should be goin'--" He turns around and full on trips Hanna with his huge tail. "Ah--crap! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Edited 2024-05-24 04:55 (UTC)

"Vampi- shit!" And he's down, face first. There is a splash, since of course there was a puddle and he's just going to blink up at Maurice, not having expected any of this at all, but he's not the kind of guy to let it go.

"I know a few, you know?" He tests the waters a little, "We're buddies. I mean, most of them hate me, but. It's a working relationship. I think."

Maurice finds himself caught between just running away like a big weenie or helping the guy up. He wants to run away very very badly. But Hanna has been nothing but nice to him. So maybe he was cool with vampires?

He then voices just as much.

Maurice approaches him warily and holds out a clawed hand.

"Really? What do you, uh, do? You don't hunt vampires..." Do you?

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