TDM 005: Ch-ch-changes!

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A, Garden Level - Autumn Celebrations!
[It may be November in the real world but when you're dead time is fake! So this week/month GARDENFEST is happening...........aka a bootleg mishmash of Oktoberfest and an Xmas Market. In general: PARTY TIME.

Drinks! Foods! Bad singing!! Drunkenly built gingerbread houses! You're thrown in a festive identity clash of imps and cherubs in the garden playing music that doesn't match or shoving drinks at you. Don't worry, if you don't want a mug of beer, it might just be gingerale! Anyway sorry you died but PARTY PARTY JOIN US JOIN US--]


B, Hell Level: ICE to meet you!
[Down at the HellRaiser hotel, the hellish amenities await your every need, but spooky season is over. Aside from the usual, er, allure of Hell, it also seems to be slowly freezing over. Ruh roh. It's not much now, but occasionally you may be hit by a teeny tiny icicle as you explore, awww. Other times it's a whole fucking STALACTITE crashes down on you. Better dodge or hope someone pushes you out the way!! Look out for slick sidewalks too!

Otherwise, hey have some fun in Hell!! Go to a club, get some drugs, go to a casino, win and get mugged!! Ever have a drink made out of literal MAGMA? Go on, try it!! Slaps hell's cobbled brimstone you can fit so much chaos down here!]


C, Heaven Level: Spice, spice, baby.
[Heaven-side, the cherubs are ready to welcome you and give you the VIP treatment!! Massages! Manipedis! Lavish outfits and attention! You can raise your hand and just get a fucking cat sat on your lap! Truly, this is bliss!!

Oh, but it's also cozy season in Heaven! So along with the best fits for the chillier weather, There are an assortment of beverages being offered by angels for you to sample (CW Mind Manipulation):

Apple Spiced Latte- Tasty and earthy! But you suddenly feel more subservient.
Cranberry Spiced Latte- A bit tart but it works. This might make you sassier than usual.
Stuffing Spiced Latte- There is no effect. Why would you drink this you monster.

For the TDM you can find small cherub-run kiosks with these drinks on any level you prefer! If that's not your cuppa joe, feel free to explore the beauty of Heaven per usual! The beach! Boardwalk! All the cafes!! Whatever heaven should have, you can likely find it.]

OOC NOTES:
-I KNOW THIS TDM IS BIT LACKING SO TBH FEEL FREE TO PULL PROMPTS FROM OLDER ONES TOO, DO WHATEVS
-This TDM is open to all! You do NOT need to join the comm to play in it!
-As a reminder, THIRD CHARACTER APPS are now street legal!
-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!

Comments

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[firstrateduelist]

I'm not taking it for free. I'm playing you for it. I don't care if you're willing to just disgrace it by handing it over as if it meant nothing to you, I have standards.

[There. Nailed it.

...but he still doesn't like this.]

Martel || FMA: B || Hellborn

[flexible_chimera]

Hell Freezing Over is Bad for the Snake Woman

[Martel wasn't in a good mood. She wasn't suited for the cold at all. This is why she never went to Briggs after Greed found her. She was a snake, she needed some warmer climates. She thought that Hell was supposed to be hot.

She grumbled a bit as she rubbed her arms. Even in the coat she had snagged, she was still freezing. Her reactions were also slowing down as she nearly got hit by falling ice a couple of times as she headed back to the Nest. She knew that she didn't have to leave, but she wanted to get to know her new home a bit more.

She swore loudly as she barely heard the crack before noticing the huge icicle crashed right in front of her. The thing barely missed her nose. She flinched with a loud swear before she heard more starting to fall. She wasn't going to be able to dodge them all with the way her reactions were.]

[luckydragonsfoot]

Hmmmmm... [He's still thinking about it...

...Wait wha-] Wha- What like in th' movies or somethin'..? Y' think?

[He is only open ot this because, being real, he and his best bud run around in hero costumes. So like. Y'know.]

[luckydragonsfoot]

yeah man solid vision??

theyre like super strong and super magic

also maybe actually gods dw abt it ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[luckydragonsfoot]

Nyyyhhh-

W-Well...I definitely ain't! So...

[So there!! He crosses his arms, pouting a bit. Ah, well, anyway-]

Huh, maybe 's somethin' else then...y' look a lot like his dragons 's all, wild c'incidence...

[luckydragonsfoot]

[Alright, alright, sure bud- He won't say it any more but you're super duper a kid.]

Trainin'? [That catches his attention though.] What like weights an' stuff?

i should roll to see how hard it actually is to beat jou this one time ngl,

[luckydragonsfoot]

[As if things could not get any weirder, Jonouchi immediately grins.]

Heh! Well then what're we waitin' for, lets get th's duel goin'! I'll make sure that disk ends up more than worth it!

[He's got his deck ready, if Kaiba's all set! Once things are shuffled, he'll set his deck down all ready to draw for duel start.]

[injusticeborn]

Mn~ It'd certainly explain why our respective timelines seems to be so out of sync... And to be honest, I can't think what else could, unless one of us decided to start lying about pointless shit for no reason - which seems like an awful lot of effort for no payoff, even to me.

[ It's still weird to think about! But eh, whatcha gonna do, might as well roll with it. ]

...So, under the assumption our backgrounds are completely different: what's this about you having super strength? Was that just always a thing, or do you have some kind of "origin story" like the super-people in Hanasaki's comics?

[ahew_kha]

Then you're one of the few who aren't and you should be thankful for that! [Because it means he can experience whatever this is and know that he'll eventually get to go back. Unlike someone like her, unfortunately.]

Like his dragons...? [Hm, that's a rather weird coincidence and she frowns to herself for a moment as she contemplates it, lightly tapping the side of her thumb against her lips. Maybe...?]

What does his dragons look like? It... might be a little more connected than you think, perhaps.

[ahew_kha]

I didn't have a whole lot of education when I was younger, unfortunately? [Sir, the fact she can read at all is kind of a weird miracle. Though whatever, she'll let that stay there for now.]

Ka as in the "soul"? Or is that a term that wherever you're from doesn't use? It seemed to be something that people were rather into about me at the time, so it seemed like a fair enough thing to use as a handle. I guess I could think of something else to use...

[luckydragonsfoot]

R-Right..!! I'm thankful, trus' me!!

[He feels somehow like he keeps messing this up...]

Mnh...yeah, uh. Well...they're big, white, got blue eyes...

[Honestly there's something weirdly familiar about this gal but he can't put his finger on it so.]

Pr'tty sure if y' haven't heard of Kaiba y' wouldn't've met though...

The Eye’s Fallen - The Arrival - Hellbound

[jonsims]

A.

The last thing Jon remembers is the theater- his spotty memory, the fog. That damn puppet standing over him, mocking him as the Anglerfish onstage behind her-

“TIM!” He screams, sitting up. His heart is hammering in his chest. Did the plan… work? He looks at his hands to check that he still has them. Despite having just crawled around in a dusty old building for several hours, he feels- clean. And then his eyes adjust to his surroundings. A garden, all vivid colors and topiaries and friendly little flowers. And occupants. That one has wings. That one is a talking horse.

He must have passed out, or been knocked out. His friends still need him. Jon struggles to his feet. The grass is plush and green against his scuffed shoes. At least he still has clothes on in this dream. Though it has been a very long time since he has dreamt anything quite so bizarre, when he dreams at all.

Something feels… off. Obviously the surroundings are completely insane but he’s able to get a glimpse of his reflection in one of the thick black marble stripes of an unusual decorative wall behind him. He looks a bit closer.

It’s all eyes. He’s all eyes. Across his forearms, his face, his neck- numerous and sickly green. And around his head he beholds a similar sight. A halo of sorts of green, unblinking eyes. He prods one of the ones on his forearm. It’s not quite as round as he expects, but it blinks uncomfortably, even if he himself doesn’t feel pain in response.

And then it hits him all at once- the Knowledge. Jon is forced back to the ground on his knees by the impact of it.

Angels and demons, throwing a little party on neutral ground and merely tolerating one another for the duration of the festivities. Above him lies heaven- the most generic, iconic form of heaven imaginable. Fluffy clouds and adorable cherubs. Beneath him, hell unfolds in a similar manner.

He is dead.

Jon gasps, fumbling for- oh. There. Despite being dead, he guesses, he still feels very much alive, with all of the aches and pains that accompany it. His cane rests nearby on the grass and he reaches for it, holding it close for a moment before trying to get back to his feet again.

It’s a while before he can make himself move from his spot- but curiosity has taken him as much as fear. And he needs to know what’s going on. The Archivist- does that still even apply in death? He takes a step and then another and follows the smell of fresh tea.

[originaldick]

[ Adam lets out several foul curses that would definitely be censored even in an r-rated movie as his ear is grabbed, but when Michael starts explaining, his eyes widen in disbelief, before briefly turning into hateful, smoldering rage at the explanation of sinners being redeemed.

No, it's impossible. Disgusting. Perverse, even. And believe Adam, he knows perverse. This is it, and not in the fun way. He briefly begins to snarl...before remembering who he's talking to, and he chokes down the bile, forcing the bones in his face to crack and twist into a smile. ]

Is. That. So? That changes. Everything!

[originaldick]

Religion means nothing to you?! Dude, you say that when you're in HEAVEN?! And they still didn't send you to Hell?! Unfair, dude!

[ This has nothing to do with the problem Adam is causing... ]

[originaldick]

[ Adam is about to reply, when his head snaps in the direction of the sound of the second Beetlejuice, and he lets out an "uuuuuuuuuuuuugh". ]

Oh my god, you're one of those karmic reality warping trickster assholes! I so do not fucking need this bullshit today!

[originaldick]

[ Adam could care less about her name. He never cares about women's names. Unless their name is Lute, or one he's named himself. ]

Oh, you won't believe this! They tried to stab me in the back! While I was giving them a chance to surrender!

Re: B

[originaldick]

[ Adam sends up both middle fingers without looking at Jack, his flames somehow flaring up even hotter. ]

Good. The shitlickers in this dump deserve to suffer even more.

[ just wait for it folks ]

[originaldick]

[ Adam...blinks at Ochako, his expression softening and his flames dying down as she holds the thermos of soup out to him. ]

You're...just giving it to me?

[ It's like he doesn't understand. ]

[admonish]

More than you realize, yes, so be prepared. While everyone can travel freely between both sides, the Heavenbound are frequently targeted in Hell and the Hellbound are not given any preferential treatment in Heaven.

[ Very much like home. He folds his arms, mulling over the information he needs to give him sooner rather than later. The more the better, he doesn’t want to clean up mistakes here. ]

This version of Heaven is a poor substitute and the cherubs are even more.. trying than usual. [ He is trying to polite. ] A lot has happened, we can discuss it once you have settled in. You should have a room at the hotel down there.

[ Is he going to regret this next bit? Probably. Yes. ] You might have lost your grace, but you were one of us. Provided that you don’t tamper with my things, you are free to use my hotel room. I can and will revoke that privilege if that rule isn’t followed.

Understood? [ As it is as clear as crystal to him, he starts to move on. ] If you have questions, ask them.

[toothaches]

[ Maurice, who was nearby enjoying an Apple Spiced Latte and unaware of its effects, glances over when he hears a shout. An unfamiliar man sits on the grass and it tugs on his heart strings. He remembers when he showed up and how stressful it was. ]

[ He trundles over to where Jon is getting to his feet and lifts a hand in what he hopes is a friendly greeting. ]

Uh, hey, you okay?

[bugbeverage]

[ Both Beetlejuices...Beetlegeese...beam at Adam. The original fishes a card out of his sleeve and holds it out for Adam. ]

Here, sourpuss, take this. When you're ready to be social, drop by The Devil's Nest. It's the place to be in Hell.

[faithfulservant]

It could be the fact that you are preventing people from coming and going.

[He stated with crossed arms.]

[jonsims]

Jon’s gaze lands on the angel and he takes an instinctive step back. The cane is between them, his only defense. And then the stranger is offering his hand and, having little other option if he wants information other than to actually _talk_ to someone, he takes it with his own. It’s covered with burn scar tissue.

“I don’t…” His voice sounds strange in his own ears. Echoey. “Am I dead?” He isn’t so much shaking the angel’s hand as he is just- holding it. His only life line.

Please god let this be a dream.

[toothaches]

[ Well this is the weirdest handshake he's ever had but he's not going to hold it against Jon. The guy looks pretty fazzled. Are those...eyes on his arms??? OKAY FOCUSING ON HIS FACE NOW. Wait. There's even MORE eyes! UHHHH. ]

[ Maurice gives Jon a strained smile. ]

Oh, uh, yes sir. I'm sorry. But it's not so bad! I can show you around if you like...there's a party goin' on right now.

[ With his non-shaking hand he lifts the frothy drink he's been given, which is making him oh so agreeable. Not that he isn't usually agreeable. Maurice is about as confrontational as a cardboard box. ]

[ahew_kha]

[For now she'll drop the death thing as that... sounds far too familiar to her and she's unable to hide the bit of a smile when he starts describing the dragon. Oh, that sounds entirely familiar and she can't help but wonder if this maybe is connected.]

Have you heard of the concept of ka beasts? I promise this is relevant and I'm not trying to sounds crazy or like this is something completely random.