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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!

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Nyhhh...not sayin' it's crazy or anythin', nah, but uh...

[Ka...beast? The word Ka in itself feels like it could be important just as a word, but he can't really grasp why. Just that it's a word.]

What is it?

[Somehow she isn't entirely surprised by this, unable to hide the bit of a twitch that the tip of that tail does, almost akin to a wag but more... subdued. Whether that's on purpose or not is anyone's guess but she nods slowly as she tries to think of the best way to explain all of this.]

Ka is... the energy of the living soul? Something that evidently in some people can manifest as physical appearances, typically that of monsters? The stronger someone's ka is, the stronger the creature that can manifest. [For as calm as she had seemed previously, she's appearing a little more... fidgety at this point, shifting her weight between her feet and hands lightly fiddling with the edges of her coat.]

Mine was... a dragon of that description?

[Initially as Kisara speaks, Jonouchi has the look of someone trying to parse an explanation, and really just having a bad time.

But then his brows raise in clear recognition, and while it's hard to tell with his eyes like this, he seems to start looking over Kisara with far more attention.

Blue Eyes traits, obviously, yes, and it had made him think of that dang program from the Virtual World, but there was also that ghost Ra had poking in his head-] W-

Wai' wai' wait-

Kisara?!

[One moment.] ...You were talkin' about Shadows!?

[HOLD THE BLEEPING PHONE HERE-]

[Oh, that's extremely odd and she's furrowing her brow as she notices the changes in his demeanor as she's speaking. There's something weird about all of this but she can't quite place her finger on it, lips pursing as she mulls it over in her own memory. Has she met him? Does she know him? She can't really recall...

Until he's stating her name and she tenses up, eyes wide and blinking slowly. Oh.]

That... that would be my name, yes. Though what do you mean by "shadows"? I don't think I've ever heard them called anything like that unless it's just been that long. [Especially since it's hard to tell time while you're in that limbo space between alive and dead, by technicality. Able to see everything, being able to be summoned as needed, to watch what's going on around you. But the concept of time has long since been regulated to the mundane.]

I’m sorry.

Jon blanches, even though he already knew the answer to his question.

Maybe the others survived then… he doesn’t see any of his friends.

Tim especially deserves to live on- who knows, maybe he’ll be the hero in the end of all this. What Jon doesn’t understand is why The Eye still seems to be influencing him even here. His head is beginning to hurt and he doesn’t feel much like partying, but what choice does he have?

“…I- sure. Thank you.”

He lets go of Maurice’s hand, having forgotten entirely to actually shake it.

Hey. Hey, you know what makes an already stressful situation even better? An angel. One practically out of those holiday greeting cards, if you forgive the oddly gothic attire. Ruby didn't make a particularly tradition angel, but she could definitely play the part with her halo and wings as she flutters down from on high, basking in the glow of snowfall and merriment to say--

"Hi there!" She smiles. "This might be a little blunt, but... you look like you could use some help."

Maurice waves Jon along with a wing and turns to lead him toward the festivities.

There are booths and tables and little stands set up where imps and cherubs sing and if Jon's not careful, a frothy drink will be shoved into his hands. Maurice keeps his eyes peeled for the elevator--one of the more important landmarks in the Garden.

"That over there's the elevator--it'll take you to whichever hotel you're stayin' in while you're here--oh yeah." Maurice turns to Jon. "I guess we're not teeeechnically supposed to be dead, and some of the people I've met did go back to being alive, but I'm not going back."

They stabbed you while you were in negotiation?!

[Perhaps she shouldn't be shocked by the thought, after all she's seen here - but she is.]

There's no honor in that, it's breach of contract. [As if hellspawn should care about such things.]

Well I know I ain't lyin'...

[There's a squint, like he's wondering about the other, but considering the lack of benefits, well. Yeah.

Uh-] Uh-

I mean...kinda? Maybe? [He's scratching his cheek.] Like, we figure maybe th' spider I got bit by while sleepin' off gettin' the shit kicked outta me was the source, since after that, all of this started...

But tha's about it, nothin' super fancy.

Nyh....it uh. It ain't really a modern thing either, it's...

[Excuse him! He's coughing! A lot! Into his sleeve!] S-Shit, how do I even begin t' explain it...'s like...

An' old thing, but a really old thing, an' then I guess it got sorta forgott'n, and then maybe other stuff happened that I really don' get uh....

...An' then it disappeared again probably?

[HE DOESN'T KNOWWWWWWWWW...]

[ He doesn't seem to take any offense to being scrutinized - if there was any sort of potential payoff in it, like it being funny or something, he'd suspect himself too.

He does look surprised at the spider bite story though. ]

Really... a spider? Huh. Never heard of spider venom giving super-strength before. [ Really? Never heard of Spiderman?? ] I guess that explains why this place decided to go with "giant spider" for your look.

[ He gives a slightly awkward laugh as he starts down a tangent, gesturing to his head - ] H-haha, like my horns, they're -[ wait ]- oh right, if you just met me then you wouldn't have reference for... well, it's not important, forget that. [ And he waves the tangent away! (Zorc's horns. He's currently got Zorc's horns.) ]

...Uh, did I ever give you a name, in your world? I might not - probably didn't - have had one to give yet, but...

Yeah. I'm trying to get stronger so I'm not 'fraid all the time. Plus, I'm trying to see if it helps Hydrapple.

[His hair perks up as the heads are called.] See, back at home, Hydrapple can use all sorts of powers. And since I'm syrupy here, like a Hydrapple, I was hoping if I trained I'd unlock something else. Like Fickle Beam or Power Whip!

[Oh, this sweet summer child. She just beams back, practically exuding a sunshiney energy, and ruffles her little wings a bit. Listen, some angels are supremely shitty and deserve a swift kick in the teeth for their insular, shortminded racism toward the Hellbound folks, but she refuses to be lumped in with those types.]

Mm! I can easily make more, and I'm sure my friend won't mind, either. He actually cooks way better than me, ehehe. It's a pretty simple soup, but I hope you like it, sir.

He scans the area as they walk- in all directions. Frankly, it makes him a bit dizzy. The eyes covered by his clothing remain blessedly closed, but those everywhere else blink and jerk about in excitement. Stimuli! Sweet stimuli!

“Hotel…?” Jon shakes his head. So it was a mistake, then. He could be resuscitated at any moment. If Tim had succeeded with the C4, though…

Going back was going to hurt. Badly. If he even could…

“What do you mean by-“ And then that he feels it in his pocket- something small and rectangular. He removes it carefully and flips it over. Sure enough, it’s a hotel key made of a sleek, black metal. He’s never seen a keycard so nice. Jon starws at it dumbly for a moment and his brow pinches as it dawns on him what’s happening.

“I’m- going to Hell, aren’t I?” He shows the key to his acquaintance, searching his face for answers. But somehow, he feels… okay with this revelation. He’d wondered for months now, maybe years at this point, if he was still human enough to be redeemed somehow. But this is an answer, finally.

But then he looks around again. Angels and demons and unsettling little things with wings all mingling and- oh, something is trying to hand him a drink and he holds up his hands defensively with a polite “No thank you.” There’s no way he’s trusting any of this just yet…

“Everyone seems… alright with one another here,” he says uncertainly. “Is this… normal?”

As if anything would ever be normal again.

Maurice takes a look at the card.

"Oh, yeah! Mine used to look just like that--I used t'be in Hell and honestly it was pretty okay." He ducks as a pair of squabbling imps swoops overhead. "But now I'm upstairs."

Here, Maurice gives his wings a little flap. He's still just so proud of them. He'd wanted wings the moment he showed up and learned they were an option--one he thought was out of his grasp. That is, until Michael skewered him. BUT IT'S FINE NOW. He's not going to talk about that. Instead, he focuses on Jon. He tries to play it cool and causal. Being dead's no big deal!

"Everybody's moooostly cool with everybody else but...sometimes you get folks in Heaven who'll turn their nose up at a demon and give you bad service in a restaurant. And in Hell, if you're an angel all alone, you might get mugged but...I mean it could be worse."

He takes another sip of his drink.

"Nobody's mugged me yet though."

Probably because he has Greed's stink on him.

All of Jon’s eyes focus on the young girl in front of him for just a moment before going back to minding their own business. Perhaps the novelty would set in once the discomfort faded.

It occurs to him then that he’s speaking to what appears to be a child. A dead child.

Best not to unpack that right now.

“I- maybe?” He says. “What… is this place?” It’s difficult to tell what’s real anymore, especially after not ten minutes ago he was being harassed by the flying baggy skins of his predecessor and perhaps the only person with any real answers. It was as disgusting as it was absurd. Perhaps this is a dream, or a vision.

Oh, lovely. So he’s going to the place where people get mugged, obviously. But if it’s so lawless down there, so full of sinners-

Sinners with stories to tell.

The pupils of those ghostly eyes above his head dilate slowly.

So he isn’t outside of the Eye’s influence, if the very idea of compelling others still makes whatever counts for a metaphysical stomach growl with want.

He’s distracted by Maurice’s wings. “I wasn’t aware you could… double die?” What a strange idea.

“How do the uh, ‘powers that be’ know that some people have died by mistake?” Was it everyone who died in an accident that ended up here? How exactly does this work?

You could. Or, you could do as you like in spite of anything I've said.

In the end, who am I to you?

[Heartbreaking: Worst weirdo on the technology rectangle made a great point.]

OOC: CWs

First off, Elantra spoilers as far as Cast In Eternity/Shards Of Glass.
Next off, her swearing. Which I will **** out.
Third, though I doubt much of it will come up in a TDM post... her series is deep in pretty much everything that might get a CW these days, though most of the worst of it is mentioned or implied rather than spelled out. Though to hit the ones most likely to come up: Violence, blood, death, spiders, child abuse, child murder, murder in general, mentions of suicidal ideation (she has long grown out of that), assault.
Basically she's a cop with a really dark unhappy past that started with her mother's death, dipped into child sacrifice, then a few months as a kept assassin, and then as Hawk (investigative cop) "why does every case you're on seem to involve children or the end of the world?!" sentiment.)
Anyway, yeah. She has a lot of CWs, so if any of them bother you but you wanna poke her anyway, lemme know what topics to do my best to avoid.

New Arrival In Heaven

Kaylin had gotten the whole spiel. She had listened. She didn't really accept it, but was willing to wait. Between Hope and Terrano and the loud chorus of voices in her head that never shut the ****s up, she expected that one way or another either she'd be home soon or she at least would be trying not to strangle whoever from home who came to drag her back. Probably Terrano. Maybe Mandorian. She didn't as often want to strangle Hope, but that could be because his teeth were sharp.

She shook her head, dragging her thoughts back to the current issue that had her swearing up a storm - in a dozen languages, some not made for human throats clearly - Apparently whatever the actual ****s dragged them all the **** way here.... Changed them based on Angelæ or demonic traits. Or whatever. For a lot of the people she was seeing that meant wings. The one ***** thing that could have made this **** tolerable. She had wanted wings since as long as she could remember. So what the actual *****s did she get? A **** halo of light. The same white gold her **** marks - covered by her clothing and probably by her hair - sometimes got. None of the light actually resolved itself into True Words, no matter what the *****s she did. She tried, she really had.

Oh, and she had also gained a glowing gold tinge to her skin. What the actual ****s was the *****ed point of that?!

So yeah, she was in Heaven and swearing enough to make sailors blush.

Beyond that she was a bit odd to see out of her usual context. The glowing seemed to ensure every person would at least look at her once, which was not *****ed helpful, ***** it all!

She was a short human woman who looked like she'd spent most of her life just to the worse side of starvation who only recently started eating decently. She was still thin, bit no longer borderline skeletal, Her belt had extra holes punched in it, but actually wasn't in the last of the new holes for once. Her rough cut uneven brown hair was in a messy bun at the back of her head, held in place with a gnawed on wooden stick. Like the pulled off a tree sort of stick, not anything smoothed and sold. Her brown eyes were narrowed against her own glow which was annoying. To her. She wore a tabard over a long sleeved shirt that had buttons at the wrists. The shirt was black, the tabard was pale blue and grey with a golden hawk picked out in golden thread, and another hawk picked out in beads that reflected her new glow. The shirt and tabard both looked as though she had crumpled it into a ball last time she took them off, and crawled back into them without bothering to clean them first. Which... was because that was what she did. Thankfully her house removed the worst of the stains and all of the smells, but she still looked like a wrinkled mess. Her pants only looked neater because leather was harder to show wrinkles. Or because they were black and mostly hidden by the tabard at top and patched at the knees and below. Her boots were good and sturdy but could also use a cleaning. There was blood stuck in the eyelets.

As though to make even clearer how poor her clothes looked she wore an antique looking bracer on one wrist, with embedded gems. She wore one ring on one finger, a simple workman like thing that did nothing to interfere with her using the daggers or beat stick that hung from her belt.

To add to her oddness was her face. There were some fading bruises here and there. She didn't even notice them. But her hand started to raise to the odd tattoo looking mark on her cheek - deadly Nightshade. She forced her hand down. It might get her home, but given Annorian and his brother finally found some measure of peace, she wasn't going to start them fighting again. Not even to get home. Probably. **** it.

But there was probably some other reason she was swearing, probably. Maybe she needs someone to talk to?

Law And Food Orders

"Fine, but how much does it cost?" Kaylin, glowing skin glowing halo and all, might be arguing with an NPC who is just trying to give her free food.

"No," she snapped. "If someone is forcing you to give this **** out for food, tell me and I'll figure how the actual ****s to arrest them for it. I may not have money right now, but that doesn't mean you should go the ****s hungry just so that i don't!"

[Javert was walking around Heaven when he spotted or rather heard the young woman. Granted he was used to hearing people swear even women. It still caught him off guard though for women to swear especially the excessive amount this one was doing. This usually told him a lot about their background. The way she dressed also told him she held some kind of position, but she didn't take care of her appearance. He also noted the faded bruises.

Warily he approached her. With it being cold he wore a long black coat over his blue police uniform.]

If you're looking for help or answers, the excessive swearing will chase away the help.

"Not the kind of help I'm used to getting," she muttered, then shook her head. "Sorry," she added in a mumble and sketched a bow. A better bow than she could have the year prior. It annoyed her how much those infernal lessons were helping.

Sadly, while she kept those thoughts behind her teeth, her face was expressive enough that magic had never really been needed to read her mind. She was, as she kept being told, an open book.

"I'm Kaylin. Corporal Kaylin Neya, of the Imperial Hawks. Not sure how the ****s much that means if we're dead..." she shrugged. It was a fief shrug, which meant it conveyed no information whatsoever. Unlike her highly annoyed facial expressions.

Then again she was also trying not to shiver. The heat of anger had helped with that, but in the face of his civility the anger had fled, leaving only annoyance in its wake. Which meant that she communicated better... but was feeling the cold worse.

Edited (Spelling) 2024-12-11 14:59 (UTC)

"Such titles only matter to ourselves. It at least helps reminds us of who we had been before arriving here," Javert stated.

He wasn't one to bow, but it seemed for her culture it was expected so he returned it. Normally he would have given a nod at best. "I'm Inspector Javert. I worked for France's police force. For here, Javert will suffice. You should look to getting some warmer clothing here. It only just became winter recently."

"I was hoping to be the ****s out of here before it became an issue." She rubbed her arms all the same. "Inspector... so you uphold the laws too? Where can I find the ones for this *****ed place? As long as I'm here, I may as well be useful."

"There are various people you can ask around that might be willing to supply work. I don't know if you can find something similar to the law itself here. It's very different. And I doubt you'll be getting out any time soon either." Javert stated.

He was grateful that the black coat hid the shackles that were around his wrists. One of the few signs that showed he was sent to Hell.

"As for the law. I had in my world. Not so much here."

"Why the actual ****s not here?"

Usually when she said ****s she wasn't being specific. Here there actually was such a place.

"I'm a Hawk," she said, shaking her head. Fierce pride and determination in that one word. "It's the only job I have and the only job I want. I enforce the law." Flat. She clearly meant it to be the end of the argument, because she intended to make it true no matter what.

She was still young, clearly. And she was, nearly 22 at best. Looked younger.

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HAHAHA, SHE'S A LEGAL ADULT NOW, SUCKS TO SUCK

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New Arrival

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