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

Honestly, what are demons if not the aliens of Hell? #makesuthink

Angel looks down at the slightly-dazed newcomer, reaching out with one of his (many, many) hands to smooth a feather back into place. "Cherubs. Think'a them like Heaven's cockroaches. Spawn all over, hide in the crevices, can't get stomped to death."

Then he laughs, exposing a -- oh, god a full mouth of razor-sharp teeth. "I'm fine n' dandy, sweetcheeks. I ain't the one lookin' like he just saw a ghost. I mean, I know I'm hot, but c'mon, quit gapin' or I'll get embarrassed~"

This is the weirdest day ever.

"Cherubs?" He looks around, too, like he's trying to spot any more that pop out. Thankfully, no. Angel has chased them all off. "Aren't... those from that old religion? On Earth?"

How is an alien referencing old Earth religions. What is happening.

Shiro's brain registers the teeth. He registers all the arms and the height, but it has apparently hung itself up on the complimentary 'sweetcheeks'. Apparently, however, he's being rude. "Sorry - I - didn't mean to. This is just a lot." He'll seemingly shake himself out, and hold out a hand. "Thank you. I owe you one."

"Whaddya mean "old"?" This is said with a lot of indignation for someone who is, objectively, an old dude. He was alive for thirtyish years and he's been dead for almost eighty. Sorry to say, Angel, you're old.

Then he shakes it off, because there's an opportunity to bend at the waist -- he's literally eight feet tall, h o w -- and slide his hand into the offered one, like he's expecting Shiro to kiss it or something.

"I'll keep that in mind. Angel Dust, welcome to Heaven, baby~ Name's kind of an ironic one, seein' as I'm more of a demon, but whatever. What're you called? Besides "Drop-Dead-Gorgeous", a'course."

"I - mean the religion is old. Really old. I don't really follow it..."

Because it's probably ancient and Shiro likes the stars more when there's not some faceless being behind them. Science is better. So much better.

He looks at the hand in his. And then just straight up shakes it. Kiss a hand? Haha, that's silly. Right? Right. If he clocks any meaning to Angel's name, it doesn't show on his face. Then again, he probably wouldn't, this is Shiro.

"A demon? Is that what your people are called? I'm - "

Record scratch.

Is he going to clock to flirtation? For once?

"- No, that's. That's not my name. I'm Shiro."

Oh my god.

It suddenly registers that the guy -- Shiro -- had said "on Earth". Angel arches both eyebrows, even as his hand shifts into a handshake, adapting to the lack of kiss, alas. "Whaddya mean "on earth"? You from space too? Why do they build all you space guys so buff and hot?"

Well, he's just going to escalate in obviousness. You Are Being Flirted With, Shiro, c'mon, get with the program.

"Yaknow, there are way fewer of those cherub fuckers down in Hell." Angel gestures towards the elevator with one of his (many) free hands. "Bars are more fun too."

From space-

Does that mean? Maybe he wasn't the only one. It wouldn't be the first time they all got dumped here. He nods, hopeful and uncertain in one motion. "Did you - who else did you meet?" Angel said "buff", and also "guys". Which rules out Lance, Pidge and Allura - sorry everyone. "Did they say their name was Hunk? Or Keith?"

Both of them were pretty strong. He's so earnest in the question, or in the prospect of finding one of the others, the "hot" part... yeah. Yeah, we're sorry Angel.

"Sorry, I - I appreciate the bar offer." The offer, more than the idea of a bar. And he looks up at Angel with those worried ol' eyes. "Those two. They're my crew. If they're here, I need to find them. Where did you see the space guy?"

Aw, lookit his face. Angel sighs, raking a hand back through his hair, which immediately goes back to it's previous shape, like magic. Spider demon magic.

"No, babe, I ain't seen any'a those guys. Maybe they came here same as you, yeah?" There's a reassuring pat to one broad, angel-y shoulder. "Buff space guy I know's named Fearless. He woulda mentioned if he had a hot geometric-ass cousin or somethin'."

One more pat, then he gestures at the elevator again. "There's a hotel down there too, and one up here, I can emotionally bully the concierge into givin' me the list'a folks who're stuck here, if you wanna?"

That hopeful, earnest expression of his seems to crumble, even as Shiro does his best to school it back into something less obvious. Not his crew, then. It doesn't sound hopeless, though, from what Angel says. Shiro doesn't know any Fearless. He takes a deep breath, then looks back up.

"Yeah, maybe." The smile he shoots up at Angel doesn't quite meet his eyes, but he's trying. "Not everyone from space is muscular, though, sorry to tell you."

He's probably trying to be a little funny there.

"You don't need to, you've helped me a lot already." He wants to say yes, though. Just because he doesn't really want to try this without someone who knows the place. "Don't get me wrong, I really do appreciate it, all of this."

"Damn it," Angel sighs, leaning over enough to rest his arm on Shiro's shoulder, shaking his head. "Like kickin' a puppy. A really, really buff puppy who has a gym membership or somethin'. Drinks those shitty protei
n shakes. Poor lil guy."

Then he pats Shiro on the back, straightening back up and squaring both sets of shoulders. "Nuh-uh, already doin' it, made my mind up. Keep up, Sheers, we're gonna hunt down your crew or whatever."

And then he's got one arm linked with Shiro's and is yanking him towards the elevator. Descend into Hell with him, spaceman!

He doesn't pull away when Angel leans on him. He's used to people draping on him, using him as a prop. It's what happens when you're big, beefy, and can handle it. He does blink, though, as if confused. "The protein shakes aren't that bad... really."

Spoken like a man who's had to eat green space goo and live with it.

"Are you s--"

He doesn't even get the question out before he's being marched off. Shiro, as usual, is too afraid to dig his heels in for fear of hurting someone, just lets this happen.

TDM 002 / MERMAY EVENT

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