heckinooc | 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

Maurice isn't used to the concept of women being creeps...though Jessica's face flashes across the backs of his eyeballs for a moment. One. Maybe one...

Hanna is talking again. He shakes himself and tries to pay attention.

"She was pretty sweet, yeah..." A thought butts its way into his mind. "Awh nooooo, my momma's gonna be so disappointed in me if she finds out I went to Hell! Auuuugh!"

He grabs his horns again.

Hanna blinks, having kind of been rambling about the way his landlady watched him go down the stairs every single time, but stops dead. He supposed it was kind of a big deal, going to hell for a country boy.

"Um, if you want there is like, the elevator to heaven right over there? And technically I think we're in a garden not he-...wait." He just remembered, "Didn't you need a bathroom? Shit, dude. I am so sorry. Let's uh. Lets get you one cause you probably need it more than ever now."

"I can't go to Heaven, Hanna! They'll KNOW!" He all but hollers this at his new friend. Hanna recalling Maurice's original question is enough to knock him out of the spiral. "Do what? Oh....no. No, I'm good. I just...wanted somewhere to freak out. But that seems to be happening right here. So. Sorry 'bout that, man. You're a...good guy. I wish I'da know'd you when I was alive."

He isn't sure he gets it, but maybe he really just needed to sit down. "What'll they know? I mean, I don't think I ever even went to church, so this is like all a little backwards if you ask me. If you believed in it I figure that gives you the one up on me."

He gives a look around, see's a bench and considers, unsure if Maurice could even sit comfortably with his tail. That thing is going to make relaxing pretty difficult if you asked him. It was kinda lizard-y though. Maybe he could just pop it off and grow a new one? Maybe he'll bring it up when he isn't freaking out. "It's okay, um...thanks. You're pretty chill too. I mean, I don't think anyone's ever actually wished they'd known me. Usually they just want me to leave."

Maurice's brows peak in concern, his attention now fully shifted and thank goodness. "What d'you mean...I mean. I've only known you for about twenty minutes but you seem like a normal guy to me. What, are you a secret cannibal or something?"

A beat.

"I don't think I'm in the position to be judgy about that, actually..."

He snorts, at least his attention span was easily captured by the next thing. Perhaps he could just be self-depreciating every time Maurice got that look on his face like he was freaking out, pull him straight out.

"Naw, people just kind of think I'm crazy or obnoxious. Most people don't really get to see the shit I see, it's kind of exclusive until you join the club, willing or not. And I'm kind of a lot for the people that are in the know. I dunno. Definitely not a cannibal though."

Maurice's tail slowly slid back and forth behind him in the wet grass. He's thinking. "Oh...well. I'm glad you're not a cannibal."

He rubs his arm and looks at the ground for a little bit. More thinking. He's dead, yeah. He's a demon, maybe. Or some kind of cow godzilla thing. But he's still got...choices. He's making choices right now. And that's something he didn't really have when he was a vampire.

"I don't think so," he says decisively. "I think you're just the right amount."

"Also I don't think vampirism counts as cannibalism unless you like. Wanna eat the whole person. Just so you we're clear." He adds, since he was sure there was a question in Maurice's mind somewhere about that. He seemed the type.

He makes a come along gesture and was just about to head over to a little garden wall they could sit on, no back rest to prevent his tail from hanging over the other side, but pauses, stopping in his tracks. Huh. That was kind of like what his friend had said. Maybe he was getting better at this and he didn't even realize it? When Hell freezes over, of course. He grins, shaking his head, "Well thank you! You're pretty alright yourself, but you look like you need a sit, so come on."

The very end of Maurice's tail sways a little faster and he follows Hanna.

Hanna is right about sitting being an ordeal. Maurice approaches the bench as though it were some kind of alien art piece. His tail doesn't bend as much the closer to his ass it is so just sitting with it behind him doesn't work. He entertains the idea of sitting backwards, but the gap between the back of the bench and the seat is too narrow for his legs. At last, like a lady riding side-saddle, he side sits on the bench facing Hanna with his tail draping off into the grass.

"I think this is about as good as it's gonna get but...it's okay, I think."

He watches, eyebrows scrunching together as Maurice tries to figure out the logistics of sitting with a huge as tail. When he finally gets it, he pops a squat himself, but there is a distinctly wet sound that follows. He might have been wet before, but his 'tie your tail around your waist' trick has seemed to have gotten him in more trouble.

He jumps up immediately, looking at the bench where his tiny ass has been imprinted on the bench in ink. "I swear to fucking god...is it bad?" He hesitates before turning to let Maurice get a look, let him know the damage. His tail tip is smooshed and still kind of dripping, but his jeans are totally ruined. Welp.

Maurice leans to check and then sucks a hiss through his teeth.

"Ooohh, it's...it's not good, man."

He's going to need a fucking sleeve for the tip of his tail, he swears to god. "I really liked these jeans." Man, that is a long face, his fingers delicately pulling at the fabric, but with how wet they are, they're kinda glued to his body.

"Maybe they'll look cool when they dry..."

"Maybe...maybe you oughta put a few more splotches so it's not just on your butt."

He's no fashion whiz but he knows a big isolated ink stain on your ass is gonna make people ask questions.

His jeans were already soaking wet...He supposed it wouldn't hurt to try and salvage it. He reaches behind him, blindly grabbing his little knib end and threading it back through with some difficulty. Wiping his off on his jeans, creating a smear on his upper thigh, he gripped the tip of his tail right before the knib, considering.

"It'll be kinda difficult to figure out how much is right, or whether it's gonna be like, way too much"

Maurice watches this all with equal parts sympathy and fascination. What a unique problem to have. He's glad his tail doesn't make a mess like that--at least not in the same way. He'd already tripped the poor guy.

"Ah, man, yeah...maybe you can dye in the tub later...my sister did a pair of pants like that once, haha. Stained the tub. Mom was so freakin' mad."

"Oh, like giving it a dunk? Try for uniform?" His jeans are going to ruin so many washing machines. Not like they wouldn't now, but. He supposes that shitty washing machines in hell would make sense. Maybe he wouldn't feel so bad ruining everything with ink because of it.

"I suppose I could do that. Now you behave." He can feel that ink seeping in to his boxes and he really hopes his skin isn't going to slowly soaking in all that ink. He'll just, delicately sit in front of his ass print and sigh. "It's been like two hours and I've already ruined most of my clothes."

TDM 002 / MERMAY EVENT

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