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!

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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!"

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"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?

Hanna takes his hand, pushing himself and using his hand to steady himself when he stands. His jeans are now kind of all wet, and he swears there is more of a wet pants on the crotch why does that always happen?

"Oh! No, no. I'm a Paranormal Investigator. Like, solve a murder here and there, relocate a vampire when they over stay their welcome in your attic, exorcise a ghost. Shit like that." He smiles at him, no biggie dude, he can be chill. "Were you one before? I mean, I don't think you really look like any i've seen, but. That's obviously changed."

Maurice listens, his bull ears perking. A Paranormal Investigator...that was a little close to a Vampire Hunter for Maurice's comfort but he tries to push that down. He needs friends right now, not enemies. How do the ghosts feel about that...

"Cool," he says at last. "I was a mechanic--before the vampire thing. I mean, I kept bein' a mechanic, but it was hard."

"Ooph, that's rough buddy. I didn't think autoshops had late night hours. At least Conrad works from home. He does like...Graphic design shit on the computer." That made him feel a little better about what happened. Though...he never did help him clean up his Condo after that whole Adelaide mess did he? Oops.

"Me neither...I have the keys so he let me come in after hours and work on stuff. I dunno how long I coulda kept that up though."

It's so interesting to him that Hanna knows another vampire. A vampire that seemingly lives a normal life. Unless...

"How does he eat?"

"Got it. Well, I hope that continues to work out for you when ever you get back, like. Adjusting is hard. You been a vampire long? Hopefully your sire actually stuck around. Connie's lady is a bit of a bitch. Though...she didn't really turn him on purpose, so maybe I should give her a pass." That had been his idea to keep him from feeling so incredibly guilty about how the whole thing went down. At least it worked.

"My buddy Worth gives him blood. He runs this..." he pauses a moment, trying to figure out how to explain, "back alley practice? Anyways, kind of used to paranormal shit, so I was able to get Conrad a hookup. I didn't really think he'd be so good at biting people. Kind of seems like too much of a prude to want to put his mouth on a stranger, yanno"

Maurice shakes his head.

"Naw...just a few months and that's enough. I hope...I'll be alive again if I go back. Though...I mean. This isn't...like, horrible."

He looks at his claws. They're a little bigger than they were when he was a vampire but at least he wasn't that deathly blue color any more. He chalked Mernada not clocking him despite working in such close quarters with him for so long up to her grieving and running on two hours of sleep.

But then came the topic of Conrad and Maurice listened with fascination. He straight up ignores Hanna's question about his sire. Or dam. However that worked.

"He's lucky...it's so gross puttin' your mouth on strangers." A shudder. "Your brain kinda takes over though so it's only weird for--well okay it's weird before and after but while you're doin it you kinda zone out. Or I did."

It feels...good to talk about it. To somebody who knows his shit, too!

Hanna shakes out his feet, the wet sinking in through the canvas, and god did he hate wet socks. They were the worst. "I feel like life, or the afterlife is kinda supposed to be what you make it, so. If you didn't like being the undead, maybe being dead suits you better. Who knows?" He grins, hoping that Maurice doesn't mind him just spouting out bullshit, but he seemed chill.

"I think that tends to happen. Dude was just sitting there sucking on his finger when he turned, just out of it. Strange to think that if you're covered in your own blood when you turn that still works as food."

The ex-pire scratches his head, pulling his hand away when he bumps a horn. This is so WEIRD.

"Huh...there wasn't really any blood when I got turned. But...at least he had somethin' to get started with! The first blood I had was one of my neighbor's chickens."

There's the tiniest hint of a smile. A gap sits squarely between his two front teeth--which have all turned sharp.

"So you're like, country?" He is definitely not, though who knows what that accent is. Vaguely East coast, or what ever. "Cause I have never met anyone who raised chickens."

It'd be cool to see a Cockatrice or something in person, but a regular chicken definitely wouldn't make it in the city. Too many fucking rats and raccoons. He'll note those teeth though, curiously running his tongue along his own with his mouth closed. Nope. Just normal. boring

Maurice's face flushes just a little. "Texas," he admits. If the horns weren't a dead give away. "My neighbor has a whole farm. I help--helped--him on it in return for part of my rent. But that's...eh..."

He's trying not to be too much of a bummer but he's had a rough few months.

"Where are you from?"

"Oh! Like long horn, I got it." His grin isn't going anywhere, don't be embarrassed Maurice, he's just being friendly. "I'm like, East coast. Doesn't really matter. And don't even worry about it, dude. My landlady was a piece of work. She kept asking me what my rates were."

He's not even joking, it puts a little damper on his smile, "Like, I'd have people come over and she thought I was taking clients not of the paranormal kind. At least yours sounds like they were decent."

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