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TDM 003 - SUMMER

A: Garden Level - OOPS YOU DIED
[CONGRATS YOU DIED. Sucks for you!! But Abe and Lucy are DETERMINED to get paperwork done and to do that, they need to get to know YOU.
So as soon as you appear, no matter if you're going to heaven or hell, you get slapped with a "HELLO MY NAME IS ____" sticker by one of the sheep. Said sticker has two possible effects:
-The sticker may say your "True" name or a nickname you don't like, or an alias, etc. How did it get there?? Paperwork. There is a chance it's blank and you can write your own name too.
-Whenever they see a person, they will be compelled to shout "HELLO MY NAME IS [their name] AND I LIKE [something they like.]"
We speed therapying this shit. ]

B: SUMMER HELL
[Whether you're a demon or an angel, eventually you may want to visit the HellRaiser hotel below! Hell is where all the HIP HAPPENING THINGS are after all. Want a lava bath? Go to a club? Gamble?? Just get fucking drunk? Hell's your place.
However, despite being the afterlife, even hell is not immune from the heat of summer. And it's taking the whole flames of hell thing literally. So!
-You might be minding your own business, and suddenly part of your body or clothing just, fucking ignites on fire. Good luck with that!
-You may get badgered by demonic vendors, trying to push various summer t-shirts on you.
-You might get roped into some demons fucking EMBRACING THE HEAT. Ever been tied to a giant fire spit oven an open flame?? YOU HAVE NOW. Maybe someone will help you, or you can handle yourself just fine.
Or you might get lucky and none of that happens and you're just vibing. Good on you!!]

C: Heaven is Central Air Conditioning
[Heaven-side, the heavenly hotel is its normal, luxurious self except for one key different. . .A/C. That's right, only the hotels in Heaven have working air conditioning. Fucked up!! So chilling up here might be the right call. You can always go visit the beach too, or any of the delightful coffee shops. Heaven also is the only place to get caffeine. Wack.
Of course, even heaven is prone to wackiness. Newbies may be prone to:
-Like hell, there are plenty of vendors up here, but instead of cash, today they ask for payment in...jokes? Better give your best one.
-Cherubs may be especially pushy and try to get you dressed in extremely stuffy/heavenly clothing. Enjoy your corsets and such.
-At the beach, if you sun bathe too long without protection, oops! You may find your skin (fur, scales, whatever) turning not red, but another ridiculous color.
OR AGAIN, JUST DO WHATEVER. WHOMST CAN STOP YOU?? You have a phone just text strangers do what you want.]
OOC NOTES:
-"Ash this TDM seems kinda half assed" IT'S SUMMER AND I'M TIRED also with July having no themed event I wanted this TDM to be pretty generic so people can hop in without worrying about timelines!
-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!! 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!
the Ring-Spirit | YuGiOh (manga/DSoD) | hellraised
[ In the Garden, there is a three-dimensional shadow person. Everything about his is pitch black except for his glowing golden eyes, and the metallic gold medallion affixed to his chest. He's looking around in a clear state of extreme disorientation.
One of the little sheep slaps a nametag on him while he's distracted. It... is blank. The shadowy figure simply frowns down at it before looking around again, this time with a slightly less disconcerted, slightly more critical eye. ]
I don't know what I was expecting, but this seems...
I think I'm in the wrong afterlife. [ Then he blinks, what he just said finally catching up to his brain. ] Wait, afterlife? Why the fuck am I here?!
[A.2]
[ The Ring-Spirit has been skulking around the Garden, trying to get his bearings and also avoid making eye contact with anyone, because every single time he slips up and does lock eyes with somebody - ]
HELLO MY NAME IS SOMETHING PROBABLY I DON'T KNOW AND I LIKE TABLETOP RPGS.
[ - that. happens. He blurts out that at high volume. ]
[B]
[ The Ring-Spirit finds himself surprisingly comfortable with the heat down here. He even looks comfortable in the long black trench coat he's sporting... though that is probably more due to it being shapeshifted into existence rather than a truly unholy heat tolerance.
He is however starting to look a bit overwhelmed by the sheer volume of assorted extremely insistent vendors. ]
If I wanted a stupid tshirt I sure as fuck wouldn't be paying you for it. Go away...
[ Another vendor closes in and the Ring-Spirit finds himself raising his hands defensively as he tries to back away from... well, they kind of have him surrounded. Shit. ]
[D]
un: DarkMaster
why are there ouiji boards in the afterlife, who the fuck are we talking to?
[[ OOC: feel free to poke me at
text. un: hotlocaldad.
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Mae Borowski | Night in the Woods | She's def going to hell
[There isn't too much of a reaction at first - not at being told she's dead. Not at the name tag slapped on her shirt. Everything is just one weird... blur. She can't even process the idea of being dead.
She doesn't.
Maybe it's a dream she's going to wake up from. She's had weird dreams like that. She stands off in the corner of the garden, not realizing she's staring at whoever's nearby.]
... oh geez! Sorry, I totally spaced out there.
[Hell]
[As soon as the elevator starts going down, Mae doesn't... exactly remain calm. The only noticeable change is the goat-like horns, and the teeny tiny bat wings that pop from her back.
As she's dropped off in Hell, her earlier dissociation starts to become real panic. Also it's really fucking hot down here.]
Oh god. Oh god oh god I really did die and go to Hell my neighbor always told me this would happen.
That's a sweet-looking T-Shirt.
Oh god this is really bad.
[Heaven]
[Somehow despite being cursed to Hell she's... able to visit Heaven too? She doesn't get that part, but she'll take the break! It's nice and cool up here! She tries to buy and ice cream cone (effing sweet she can eat ice cream up here). But just as she's about to ask how to pay, she's... asked to tell a joke.]
Oh yeah I know tons of jokes! Like this one:
What's red and bad for your teeth? An effing brick!!
[The vendor frowns.]
... What, not funny?
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Cupid (Lynette Mirror) | Cupid Parasite | Heavenly
[The TAG says CUPID and she
likesloves: MATCHMAKING.][But she says:]
Hello~ I'm Lynette Mirror. I'm the top bridal advisor at Cupid Corporation. I do love my job, but I have other hobbies too. [Name them.] Like archery. [Wait. Is that too obvious? Yes, that's way too obvious!] And um romantic comedy movies? And actually, really, anything from Sillywood. My favorites are Home By Myself 1 and Home By Myself 2: Lost in Los York, You've Got E-Mail. Never Been Romanced, and Goddess Upon the Camel. That's why I came to Los York to work. [All that probably sounds off, but it isn't. Everything is slightly sideways in naming.]
Wow. I've had my members do this meet & greet thing a hundred times, but never myself. I understand why they get so nervous now. [NEW SENSATION!]
B: Fashion Show at this Point...
[Cupid has unlimited patience, even well beyond what any mortal would be throwing a fit at, because she's a goddess, and no one is as abrasive as her
boomermilitary father with his endless lectures about how young ones need to respect the traditions and old ways, and how great the Trojan War was. Mars is a pain in the butt. So after the 17th outfit of just that morning, she's still wearing her best customer service smile.] Hahaha my mom put you up to this, didn't she? [There are a lot of things Venus loves, but making Cupid go through a hundred outfits and playing dress up on her cute daughter is one of the tops!][Of ridiculous outfits to choose from: Punk rocker is her favorite.]
[But she's also found in Whatever this Cupid Costume is]
[An awful lot of Sillywood starlet gowns.]
[An Amazon Warrior costume minus the weapons, not even a bow!]
[And all sorts of designs. Go nuts. She is progressively losing some infinite patience though and missing -- Well she doesn't miss Mars yet! But definitely her job!]
C: Sunburn:
[The thing about being crippling naive, is that you don't even know that you should be looking out for things.]
[Of course she's never gotten Helios-burned! He wouldn't DARE!]
[So now she's super glowing. Literally. The goddess sheen has taken on a new life of its own and her skin matches her hair but also has a deep GOLDEN sheen all over like she's been literally turned into a gold statue.]
[It's worse when she starts looking as blue as her eyes.] What now? Am I turning into a nereid??? [But why though?!]
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Rose | The Legend of Dragoon | Heaven Bound
[A woman with mostly white wings with purple tipped feathers. She still had her normal leather armor, but there was a name tag stuck to it that said "Hello. My name is Rose."]
[Rose wasn't surprised about hearing the news that she was dead. She knew it would have come eventually, considering what her last memories were before her arrival to this place.]
[What did surprise her was that this place was the Afterlife. It definitely wasn't anything like Mayfil the Death City. Perhaps what was something she should be grateful for. At least for now, she started to explore to get her bearings.]
[Upon coming across another person, she spoke up]
Hello! My name is Rose and I like adorable kittens!
[And her hands fly up to cover her mouth quickly! Dear Soa, she practically shouted that!]
What the... Why did I say that!?
Heaven 1
[Another surprise for Rose was that she was finding out that she was Heaven Bound. She was sure that would have been sent to Hell, considering what she had to do to protect her world.]
[Though once she arrived in Heaven, she quickly thought that this was indeed her internal punishment because of those Cherubs...]
Get those things away from me, or I will start plucking your feathers!
[The things in question were flowy robes and a corset that a couple of pushy Cherubs were trying to get her to wear. Either someone help her get away from them, or someone come save the Cherubs because she was about to do violent things to them.]
Heaven 2
[After finally getting away from the Cherubs, Rose found herself at the beach. So she finds a spot and sits down, enjoying the breeze coming off the water. Since she still had her armor on, she wasn't worried about getting sunburned, but she did notice a few people whose skin have turned to colors that were not normal for sunbathing...]
This place just keeps getting even more odd....
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God | The Big G | Heaven
Now, wait just a me damn second here. Let me get this straight—
[ while glancing down at his lapels just in time to see a sticker plastered onto one of them, all four eyes surrounding his head narrow to display his skepticism while his mouth presses into a thin line. ]
You're telling me, me, God, that I died. While on vacation.
[ when the cherub nods in the affirmative, he rubs at where his temples would be, heaving a sigh that has no business being as dramatic as it is. and now he is starting to talk with his hands, gesturing widely. ]
Clearly someone in the clerical department isn't doing their fucking job correctly. Okay, okay. [ he clasps his hands together, inhales a deep breath and lets it out again. ] Bring the paperwork to my office and I'll figure out the issue.
[ that's code for Michael will do it. too late, the cherub bolts and leaves him standing there with his mouth open and eyes blinking slowly. ]
Hmm.
II. Summer Hell
Luci sure outdid himself..
[ if that's the case, why does his face read like someone who just stepped in a pile of dog crap and is now looking for a bench to scrape it off on. can you say dreary? uninspiring? humming to himself, he is just about to start his ill-conceived tour when a vendor catches his attention. ah! one of his son's people, what kind of father would he be if he ignored the man? clearly he should have a heart-to-heart with this demon and find out just how diligently his big boy has been working, and only that.
five minutes later, he is walking away with this shirt tugged over his suit. it looks ridiculous but as they say, when in rome, do as the romans do—and he does love tacos. he is absolutely approaching this like it's a day at disneyland rather than the fiery pits of hell.
speaking of, someone please tell him that his hat is on fire. he likes this hat, and you know you want heavenly brownie points; he knows a guy. spoiler alert: it's him, he is the guy. ]
Jesus. [ oh, look, a glass of wine suddenly appears in his hand, he sips from it before continuing to no one in particular. ] There's so much me damn red.
III. Heaven is Central A/C
[ stay inside on a day as pleasant as this? perish the very thought! this big man himself can be found wandering around every corner of heaven, chatting up the vendors and acquiring more shirts that will end up collecting dust in a closet. it isn't an impulse buy if he is representing team heaven by owning it, try and tell him otherwise.
in fact, he is parked in front of a vendor right now, scratching his chin thoughtfully. he snaps his fingers suddenly, murmuring a got it before digging into his joke repertoire. ]
A cowboy preacher walks into a bar and orders a sarsaparilla. "So, tell me a little about your cowboy church," the bartender says. "Like do the cowboys believe in heaven and hell or what?" "Well, we do believe in life after death," the cowboy preacher says. "We call it reintarnation."
[ God awaits some laughter expectantly and, when it doesn't come immediately, he narrows his eyes a little, drawing a finger up to tap at his nametag. do you really want to not laugh at one of his dad jokes, little guy? he gets his laugh, but it starts out as more of a panicked wheeze. still, a laugh is a laugh, and he did get his new shirt out of it so no one will be getting smote today.
now he is sporting this gem of a shirt, looking quite pleased with himself. if no one runs into him here, they can finally find him on the beach nestled under a simple setup in a pair of blue trunks, a gaudy hawaiian shirt and flipflops with his top hat still perched on top of his head.
to sell the scene, he even has a fruity looking cocktail in tow and is slurping the last few sips obnoxiously. oh, and he's attached to nametag to his hat band. why does he have sunglasses attached to his shirt when he doesn't even have eyes on his face? it's the vacation aesthetic, gosh. ]
hell.
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Hell of course
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:V Worth it 1/2
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➥ Hell this is the dumbest thing i'll ever write
no it’s perfect like you my dude
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hell /fingerguns
late as fuuuuuck
Queen Bee/lzebub | Helluva Boss | Hellraised
[Back here again, huh? Fair 'nuff. She can chill for a while. Just gotta get these little weirdos out of her hair, trying to put a nametag on her chest, like someone wouldn't know who she is.
--But that doesn't stop her from happily blurting out a canned greeting to the first person she sees.]
Hello~! My name is Beelzebub, and I like getting fucked UP!
[... Smacks her lips, makes a face as if she couldn't believe what she said either.]
Oof. Bleh. Whatever the hell that was, not a good taste in my mouth right now.
[B: It's getting hot down here]
[Sure, Bee's here for a good drink, even if it means braving the heat - whew, was this the Wrath ring, or what? Would it kill them to roll out some iced drinks, maybe a honey pool or two? Half of her drink (the latest one) is getting poured down her back to beat the heat... and extinguish the fires that just engulfed her top.
But wait - what's that smell? The other smell. The non-burning one. The one that smells like cooking.
Oh! It's a open fire cookout... with you on the spit. That's unfortunate, but maybe less so now that this colorful gal has buzzed on over.]
Oh heeey. Look at you, rolling with a whole crew here. [The other demons are paying her little mind.] You all good, baby? Need anything? Some lemon? A pinch of pepper?
[C: Feeling heavenly]
[Now, up here, she could relax. Or she would, if a few cherubs weren't trying to coax her into a corset.]
Nah, not my style, lambchops. Try that on someone else who doesn't have an appetite. [She's trying to swat at them with two misshapen popsicles, but they're tricky little bitches.] You are not making me drop these! Get that waistcoat out of my face!
The Garden
sorry this is sooo late
YO ITS OKAY IM LATE TOO
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hhh million years later
shhhh it's fine
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Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender - Hell-raised
"What. Do you mean. I'm dead."
It was kind of a rhetorical question, really, because everything had sort of been explained already, but Keith was sort of absorbing right now, and working extra hard on keeping his temper in check. His arms were tightly crossed over his chest, a very dark and flat expression on his face as he tried not to lash out.
But that wasn't the only notable thing going on here. He had developed a tiny pair of horns which were peeking out of his hair on his head, and a pair of purplish-black leathery wings were now firmly part of his back.
"And why," and now he was starting to raise his voice, "am I going to Hell?" The wings twitched, flaring out slightly. Oh, look... he had a pair of fangs, too...
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[TOO HOT]
"Oh, this is ridiculous," Keith muttered. How was it that the after life could have a heat wave? Sure, maybe Hell was supposed to be hot, but the Garden was hot, too. He'd debated trying to go up, but... well, he wasn't exactly sure how well that would go over just now. And, really, if anyone tried anything with him, his temper was already frayed to the ends. He'd probably do something he'd regret.
He did notice, though, that if he spread his wings out, they kind of caught any little breeze, and it did help a little in cooling him off.
Surprise bonus?
He'd take it. At this point, he didn't care how dumb he looked, sitting on the ground, those wings stretched out to full span, just... trying to stay cool.
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Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy (CRAU) | OTA (Heaven)
Klaus frowns as he pokes at the name tag. Number Four really should be against the rules. Can't he just awkwardly overshare his own name on his own and not because some random nametag did it for him? God. No matter how many times he tries, he cannot take it off. And so they are stuck with this atrocity. Anyone close by will be able to gauge Klaus' frustration by the glow, which starts out as a soft golden color and somehow tends to get more bright and eye piercing the more annoyed he is. They don't even know they're doing it yet. Sorry about it.
There is a chance they also shout out, "Hi, my name is Number Four and I like waffles." before grimacing and correcting. "It's actually Klaus. I don't really go by the other name anymore."
Hell vibes
a. Klaus really do just wanna hang out for fun. They are trying to find something to do, but the heat is just...a lot. At least he'd have thought it was a lot until suddenly his shirt caught fire and he knee-jerk reactioned into 'stop, drop, and roll'.
"Somehow I didn't think that I'd have to ever do that in real life. I thought it was a myth. Something Dad taught us to be funny." Well, now their shirt is all charred and full of holes. So much for that shirt.
b. Given the state of his charred clothes, it's both unsurprising and kind of a relief that the demons are mentioning new t-shirts. The only problem is Klaus really doesn't know if the cost of a shirt is in their budget this season.
"I'm kind of a little poor right now. So I might have to suffer a little on this one." There's a small yelp as they notice one of the smaller demons sneaking up behind him to try to singe his shirt even more. "Heeeeyyyy, buddy! That's not how this works. You don't just set my clothes MORE on fire just to get me to buy a shirt. I could just be shirtless, you know?"
Heaven
a. It feels weird to be more at ease in Heaven, but that's more the fact that the heat is not so obviously trying to set their clothes on fire. There's a brief moment where Klaus is lying on the ground just because the lack of heat is a relief. He's still feeling a bit overwhelmed from it all and still hasn't changed out of his charred shirt. "Oh man. I never thought I'd like Heaven this much. Much less see it."
b. If there is such a thing as malicious compliance in the works, Klaus is doing it. Wear a corset? Sure. But it's just the corset. And a very flowy skirt which makes them feel better. They've made sure that it's not white because white really isn't their color. Welcome to Klaus' little yellow and blue outfit because that's what he's settled on. "I need coffee. Who's with me?" Maybe no one, but there's potential that someone is lurking around. "I'd really prefer hot chocolate, though. So maybe actually that? Yeah."
Random text adventures
un: eldritchghost
is anybody out there?
can anyone hear me?
this is more effective in a lifeboat with a flashlight
wait. did anyone here die on the titanic? that would suck.
we wouldn't even be able to sing celine dion dramatically for fun.
wait. does the afterlife have karaoke? is anyone with me if they do?
Wildcard
[ooc: just hit me up with any sort of shenanigans. I NEED IT. But you can bother me on discord or plurk at kingdonkey if you wanna clear anything. If it is chaotic, the answer is always yes.]
Hell chaos <3
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just leaving this s4 spoilers here
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Arilanna Tayrey | Original | Heaven
[Waking up in an afterlife is something of a shock for an atheist. The young woman in the smart blue and silver military uniform looks around the garden, dazed. She takes deep, careful breaths. She'd done it, hadn't she? She'd gotten to that manual override in time, opened that door so the spacers could escape. Could live.
If only she'd managed to get herself out in time, too.
She doesn't object to the sheep sticking a label on her. It reads, in very small lettering: LIEUTENANT ARILANNA LORENZA KITTREDGE CARRINGTON TAYREY. Yes, you're going to have to get close to read that.
Tayrey has a lot of questions, and after she's gained some not-quite-satisfactory answers she goes for a walk along one of the nature trails to clear her head. Catch up to her?]
B. Hell
I'm sure this is not actually a drinking game.
[Tayrey's with a bunch of demons who probably thought that drinking with this very serious young lieutenant with a shiny halo above her head was enough of a novelty to be worth trying.
She's right. Being tied to a giant spit is not part of any known drinking game, but they seem intent on it anyway. Stay calm, Tayrey. No need to start shooting anyone. She raises her voice.]
I don't agree to this! No contract!
[Maybe that drew attention, but it didn't seem to dissuade them.]
Look over there! Iced coffee cart!
[This is a blatant lie. Maybe it'll distract them long enough for someone to step in and help her out.]
C. Texting
un: peaceandprosperity
Are there any other spacers out there?
Or atheists?
Or space atheists?
This is not what I expected out of death.
Is this even datanet or am I just writing to myself?
D. Wildcard
[This is OTA, please come bother her, info in journal if you want it. She was on a previous TDM but with CRAU, this is the fresh 'canon' version. PM if you'd like to plot! I'm also up for scenes in Heaven or other ideas and am happy to switch format.]
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Archibald Asparagus | VeggieTales (yeah) | Heaven-Bound 🥦
[Archibald Asparagus loves a party, he fucks it up at a church ice cream social, and don't even get him started on the discotheque-- but right now he's being a real fuddy-duddy. Far be it for him to say so about God's plan but maybe, just maybe, there's some wiggle room to kvetch about this little mistake here; Abe and Lucy's words NOT HIS! He's elated to have made it to Heaven, don't get him wrong, but did this really have to be on the busiest week of his year? The shooting schedule for the new special is nearly 24/7 at this point and here he is, yucking it up with all of you. Sipping punch, shuffling his-- not feet; his stalk-- wearing a little "HELLO MY NAME IS ARCHIBALD" scribbled in sharpie and laid evenly across his sweater vest. Not feeling much at all like small talk, but he'll give it his best. He always does!]
Excuse me! [A little British voice calls out-- at a reasonable volume, of course. He clears his throat, second-guessing if that was too loud or not.] Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Archibald Asparagus and I enjoy talking about Jesus from time to time! [He leans in and waggles his eyebrows] But I have quite the appreciation for a jukebox musical as well!
b. up and down the produce aisle
[After the initial nerves of arrival are shaken off, Archibald is pleased as punch with this arrangement. Speaking of punch—don’t mind if he does! Ol’ Archie is going to be kicking back with some punch up on Heaven’s finest white-sand beaches (which I'm sure is normal punch with no strange catch), in a gawdy Hawaiian shirt and some sunglasses. Oh, and a little coconut levitating at his side and occasionally floating up toward his mouth in an approximation of what it must be like to have arms. If you were to approach him, he would lower his sunglasses and smile up at you.]
Oh, well hello! Another day in paradise, as it were!
[How neigborly!]
c. have we got a show for you
[Hell on the other hand. As you can imagine, a vegetable who has dedicated his life to being in God's good graces and spreading His word isn't happy here. In fact he looks lost and terrified. Like Snow White running daintily through an evil forest, Archibald Asparagus is stumbling around desperately in search of purchase.]
Oh! [He exclaims, nearly whimpering.] Oh dear. This is simply dreadful!
[And then someone bumps into him and suddenly Hell really is breaking loose. He turns around to face his assailant, mouth-slack jawed and monocle threatening to pop off of his face the way his eyes bulge at you. Archibald straightens his halo through what must look like psychokinetics.]
Now you see here! [One angry hop toward said assailant, leaning into their business.] I have had about enough of this foolishness! I can tolerate rowdy behavior but I simply must draw the line at bad manners! Apologize!
...Please.
d. WILDCARD
assumed CR encouraged! make it insane please and thank you (i'm at
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Faye Valentine | Cowboy Bebop Netflix flavor | Heavenbound
Garden
[ HELLO MY NAME IS X1-2345SSY Probably shouldn't even really fit onto the nametag, but there it is anyway. Faye sees it and groans dramatically.]
What the shit. This makes me sound like a robot or something. Who made these?!
[ She hasn't noticed yet that she has colorful butterfly wings and little antennae. Someone gonna tell her? ]
Heaven
[ Okay so maybe it isn't as boring up here as she might have expected. Maybe the aircon is nice, and the beaches are nice... though she can't quite shake the feeling that the same "clerical error" that has her dead also sorted her wrong and she's now under cover with the enemy. Isn't Heaven for the goody two shoes do gooders who don't swear and not for cowboys? ]
[ She's lounging at the beach, sipping a fancy little beverage, when she starts to notice that she isn't browning or even reddening in the sun like a little baked loaf. She's turning green. ]
Wait no, nope, I take it all back, this place sucks. This is stupid and awful. Why? Is this just my skin now?
[ She scrambles into the shade, rubbing at her arm as if it might come off. ]
Come on!
Hell A
[ Still a bit green around the gills, and utterly sick of Heaven, Faye goes in search of something fun. Dive bars, clubs, drinks. She finds someone's motorcycle and hotwires it, cruising around to judge each bar and club, sitting at the light and reapplying some lipstick as she looks. ]
Might come back for this one.
Hell B
[ Finally picking a place, she slips onto a stool and orders a beer, nursing it as she soaks up the atmosphere like someone sinking into a pleasant hot tub. ]
Gardem
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Logan | Deadpool and Wolverine (cw for spoilers!) | heaven because it's funny as fuck
Logan gets slapped with a sticker on the only place the sheep can reach (or so he assumes. Maybe it's for humor?), his ass. He turns around a few times trying to read what it says before giving up. Trying to peel it off doesn't really do any good, considering the fibers and general porous material of his suit. He doesn't notice the fact he's started to grow fur at random parts of his body yet.
"Where the fuck am I? What is this?"
[ B ]
He might belong in heaven but like hell he's going to stay there. It's not like he didn't deal with a lack of air conditioning for the first hundred years or so of his life, so he doesn't feel 'spoiled' by needing it. Actually, the heat of hell is pretty welcome. So he's cheery, even as he reaches for his usual bottle.
"Anyone able to keep up with me? Let's have a drinking game."
[ C ]
Okay so now that the fur has grown in a more general way, he's less excited to be in the heat of hell. Fuck being spoiled, this is stifling. He's kind of laying on the ground in the middle of Heaven, with as much stripped off as possible. He's a dying fish. Kill him.
B—it is funny as fuck and ilu for it
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idia shroud | twisted wonderland | heaven-bound 😇
[As it happens, there's no "YOU DIED" screen when you bite it, which is total bullshit. What's worse is being forced to mingle and small talk and play nice with normies, like it's fun or something! Like it's the good and right thing to do or whatever! Bullshit, bullshit!! Isn't Heaven supposed to be a reprieve from horrible day-to-day struggles like this? Not much of a relief! Show him the way to his dark cave of a room and maybe he'll forgive the higher ups, just maybe...
Big talk for someone absolutely shaking in their boots right now. Idia Shroud looks like a stray breeze would cause him to collapse.
If one were to be brushing elbows with the new Heavenly Mistakes, they'd see a tall blue-haired boy crouching behind a table, anxiously clutching a paper cup and staring daggers into its contents. Is that water or sweat pouring down his face?]
ii. wish there was a way to find the geeks and gamers in the crowd
[Now that Idia has a room, a real room, he's feeling more normal about this whole death thing. No worries, no responsibilities, just locking tf in for hours and grinding. He has no idea who he's actually playing with here as no one strikes him as the gaming type, but as if he cares about de-anoning anyone. That's the beauty of a place like the Internet, being able to blend into a faceless crowd, transcending the body and becoming a vessel for gacha rolls.
So it hits a bit harder when his A/C goes out, the power shortly along with it. Suddenly Idia's N33T cave feels a lot less fun, a lot more like a prison. He just can't hack it here... There's only one thing to do. It takes some stealthy maneuvers to navigate out of the hotel unseen (which may or may not have been successful) but he clears the level by the skin of his teeth. Perhaps you'll find him skulking around upstairs, thinking he's totally invisible...
But if you catch him further along in his journey, you'll see him at a corner bar in Hell, the back of his hoodie completely on fire and looking totally nonplussed by it. He's crunching on ice with razor-sharp teeth, which gleam with the sweet glow of a PSP held front and center atop his corner table. A clear "don't bother me" sign to all.]
iii. text; gl00mysamurai
anyone in the chat wanna link up in guild of gears II? i need all the rolls i can get for this summer event www
iv. wildcard!
[go ham go crazy bully him! direct questions and grievances to
F in chat
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tsuchigomori | toilet-bound hanako-kun | heaven-bound 🕷️
[For someone who has always (with one notable exception) known what happens next, this isn't something that Tsuchigomori saw coming. He has always wondered what death- real death- would be like for someone such as him, and this feels a bit like eating your cake and having it too. To experience it and come back is a dream. It itches that curiosity quite strongly, that bone-deep need to know everything possibly accessible to him and everything well past that. Call him hungry, call him greedy. Either way he's got what he wants.
Besides, there are no real vacations from school and the brats that fill it. This is the closest he'll ever get-- that's something to savor.
A lanky man being lofted up by four extra arms seems to be enjoying this honest mingle, an earnest grin spreading across his face. His name tag says "HELLO my name is Tsuchigomori (The 5th Mystery)" and he leans in close to say as much.]
Hello there. My name is Tsuchigomori and I'd like to learn more about you. Go ahead-- I'm sure you have an exciting secret.
ii. heaven
[It's new to essentially view the world as a blank slate-- no preview of everyone's futures like he's accustomed to, just experiencing it all new and raw, firsthand. It sucks. Fun's over, he hates this again.
Tsuchigomori had ventured down to Hell long enough to experience two things: noises so loud he turned tail immediately and a t-shirt salesman who put this horrible shirt on him. So catch an absolutely tired looking man at a cabana in Heaven with Cherubs circling him and making sure the shirt stays ON. He sips from a giant daquiri and is seemingly reading and re-reading the menu over and over. What fun.]
iii. text; un: five
Whoever is rearranging my books by title needs to admit it. I'm not going to name names. Unless I don't get an apology. Then it's [Y/N].
iv. wildcard!
[cause problems on purpose, do whatever you'd like! questions go to
Loop | In Stars and Time (spoilers!) | Heaven
[ Whoever was filling in the name tag for the oddly monochrome seal with the floppy wizard hat apparently had a REALLY hard time. Someone started writing a name, scribbled it out into utter illegibility, started writing another name and also scribbled it out (the second one might start with an "S" and "i"? Maybe?), and then decided there wasn't enough room left and just gave up. The last third of the nametag is doodled cartoon stars. Helpful! ]
[ This is apparently setting a theme, because the first thing the seal says when they see someone is,] Hello my name is [ whoa, the name just doesn't seem to find any purchase in your memory! weird! ] and I like terrible puns!
[ They are not actually yelling super loud - their voice sounds pretty hoarse, like they were shouting recently. Though it could just be that they've been getting compelled to introduce themselves a lot, maybe? ]
[ They immediately make a weird face, poking at their own muzzle. ] ...what was that fifth word?
[ If someone's RNG is especially good, instead of "terrible puns," they may have said "time progressing normally." ]
[ B: Summer Hell ]
[ It's been an extremely long time since Loop got to be drunk. Until recently they didn't have a mouth! Before that, they were only able to drink about a quarter of a forgotten bottle of stale, vinegar-y wine about every 2 days, for... they aren't going to even try to figure out how long! And they couldn't even game the system to get absolutely plastered because, among all the other injustices of the Universe, apparently time looping sobers you up instantly! ]
[ So, in short: they are set on this mission. They deserve this. (Which is not something they say about a lot of things.) ]
[ Unfortunately for them they have no money. ]
[ This is why they are currently being cornered by a very pushy demon with a backpack full of shady-looking moonshine. The demon looks especially gleeful at the opportunity to maybe doubly corrupt someone from up above. ] So, contract with me for booze? Yeah? I'm good for it, you can see that!
...what kind of contract. [ Loop's not proud of it but they might be thinking about it. Bad decisions ahoy. But they're not liking how this demon keeps getting up in their face. They take another step back as the demon takes one forward - ]
[ - and maybe bump into someone? ]
[ C: Wildcard, PM or Plurk to figure something out! ]
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➥ B Sinning the Summer babbbbyy
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Michael | Hazbin Hotel (oc)
Hell—
Heaven—
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➥ Hell making my way downtown, bad decisions, here we go now
come on barbie, let’s go party—not the twin you’re looking for
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Lute | Hazbin Hotel
Garden
A clerical error? Heaven does not make clerical errors. You will tell me what is really happening here.
[This new angel doesn't have any more luck at getting more information out of the sheep than anyone else, despite her persistence. Eventually, she slumps down on a bench, wings drooping. Her arrival here doesn't appear to have healed her injuries; she's somewhat the worse for wear, looking weary. Her left arm is missing; a torn sleeve hangs empty.
The sticker she wears proclaims HELLO MY NAME IS LUTE. Perhaps you'll see it before she peels it off and crumples it.
Perhaps not. Maybe you'll catch her a little later, when in a sudden burst of frantic energy, she's grabbing sheep and questioning them.]
Your list of errors. I need to see it. I need to see if he's on it - if he's here! [Her distress is obvious, but she might be causing that sheep pain. Unintentionally. Probably.]
Heaven
Back off, I look heavenly enough.
[Lute is shooing away cherubs, this time without any unnecessary violence. She's gotten cleaned up, preened her wings as best she could (it's hard, one-handed, too many spots she can't reach), and she is trying to look less pathetic. Nothing she can do about the arm. It'll grow back, she tells herself. Someday. She does look more herself, although those not in the know might wonder about those black horns she's wearing. The mask hides the bruises.
She's sipping at an iced coffee, just sweet enough, and looking around her. It isn't her Heaven, she knows that now. She's stepped through the cracks. Stepping in front of another angel, she asks]
How long have you been here?
[A flat question, no social niceties.]
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Adam?
[Just that, because she has to reach out, she has to be sure, and the risk of demons replying to mock her is worth taking, because if he answers-
If he answers it'll make being here alright. She won't be alone.]
[OOC: Hi! This is Millisa and I'm mostly here for voicetesting and to see what happens because I've enjoyed playing her so far. Canon point is end of season 1 and I have relevant headcanons in her journal if you're interested. Please check her permissions before you dive in with negative CR (yes, she deserves it, I'm up for it if wanted, but I've got a couple of caveats to make sure it's fun for me too). Positive crosscanon interactions also dearly loved.
Want to plot something else? Get in touch! She probably won't be descending to Hell though.]
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cw: imagined eye-related violence
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