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

[vroomkeeper]

[ Marik takes a few paces back. Truth be told, he's...having to reconstruct what he did automatically, just as Jonouchi had said, but Marik Ishtar's memory and analytic ability are second to none. He can definitely determine what his body did on its own, then describe it for the less inspired. ]

Focus. Have you ever been asked to concentrate all your awareness on one part of your body?

[ Meditation? Physical therapy? Anything? Marik got a lot of practice doing this himself when fine-tuning his control over others with the Rod, but he understands that's an exceptional circumstance. ]

Send your consciousness into your wings.

[luckydragonsfoot]

Uhhhhh.... No-

[oh ok cool he's getting instructions anyway-

Welp, Jonouchi just starts to think about those words, pauses, starts to try and say something realizes even HE doesn't know what words you say to that, and finally.

Tries to send his. Consciousness??? Into his wings???

...Largely all that happens is Jonouchi looks increasingly more bewildered and frustrated, and also his wings do jack shit.]

[vroomkeeper]

[ Marik sighs. Fine. He'll rephrase. ]

....Think very hard about fluttering them.

[luckydragonsfoot]

Hnnnnnn....

[He's thinking...he's thinking...he's-

-sproing-]

OH, hey!

[He stretched them out!!

....

THAT IS ALL HE DID.]

[vroomkeeper]

[ ...It's a step. Marik reminds himself of that. It's a step.

(He misses Rishid. Rishid never needed instructions. Rishid was the only person on the planet who never needed instructions.....He always knew just what Marik wanted, how Marik liked things....he was the only person Marik rarely felt the need to critique....

.....he's never gone this long, nearly a WHOLE DAY, without Rishid....

No. That's not what we're thinking about right now.) ]

Can you flutter them?

[ You know? Wiggle the bones? Contract the muscles consciously? Anything???

O mighty Ra, great god of the sun, permit him, as last heir of the Tombkeepers, to formally apologize for what this "Heaven" has done to Your image. ]

[luckydragonsfoot]

Uhhhh...

[bad news Marik, apparently Ra's just laughing

the consistently low rolls on his ooc dice ain't helping]

Uhhhhh..... ...I mean I guess they kinda feel like...arms..? So...

[The tips twitch, right about as Jonouchi makes two fists with his Actual hands.

He immediately winces in pain.] Nh, alrigh', tha' wasn't great-

[vroomkeeper]

[ Unfortunately, Marik is a spin doctor who believes his own hype. So the following is absolute nonsense, but not from where he's sitting. He figures this is what really happened. ]

I arrived with certain insights no one else here possesses. Sensing that, the administration gave me extraordinary powers - the better for me to improve Heaven.

[ He says nothing about Hell, but given that his companion also has a halo, he figures that won't be an issue. ]

It will take some work. But now that I'm here, you'll find the place becoming even closer to Paradise....

[vroomkeeper]

[ UGH DOES HE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING HIMSELF

OF COURSE HE DOES, HE'S MARIK ISHTAR, THE ONLY COMPETENT PERSON ON THE PLANET ]

.....Close your eyes. I'll help.

[luckydragonsfoot]

[marik you were inside him he can't trust like that]

.......................help how?

[ghostinacolorfulshell]

[After a few moments Pomni managed to stop experiencing several levels of dread at once to notice someone trying to talk to her. She looks up only to see a shining angel in front of her, from her look of confusion, this is not what she expected to see.]


Um, yes. Sorry. [She took a deep breath.] I could use some water.

[grumpface]

[Just water, huh? With with Husk. He'll casually grab a bottle of water and give it to whoever this is.]

Just so we're clear, I'm positive most everyone here ain't fuckin' dead, so don't pay no mind to any of those cherubs. They're all incompetent fucks anyway.

The name's Husk.

[ghostinacolorfulshell]

[Pomni takes the water bottle from Husk and drinks about half of it in one go before taking a very very deep breath.]

Ok so let me sort this out real quick. This is heaven and/or hell, and I might or might not be dead? This is a lot to take in.

[About as much as the circus, but apparently you can swear here, fun!]

Either way, I'm Pomni.

[grumpface]

[Husk sighs a little.]

This is a heaven and hell. Things are much better run from the hell I come from. Just take it as fast as you're comfortable with.

Nice to meet you, Pomni.

[As you get yourself sorted out, Husk will take out a bottle of whiskey and begin chugging it.]

[effortaverse]

[S t a r i n g.]

Funny, you're startin to sound like someone who wants to get their ears grabbed again.

[WHERE IS THIS KID GETTING HIS SASS FROM. WHY IS EVERYONE SENDING HIM THESE SASSY KIDS! Maybe he doesn't like the wings!! Maybe he doesn't want to show him shit!!!]

[broasis]

[Laughs, stepping just outside arms reach.]

C'mon, Leona, relax! I was just messin' around. It's not like I'd expect you to do something beyond your abilities or anything. If you don't have wings, you don't have wings! I'm not judging!

[He just thinks its wild that somehow everyone else ended up with them but Leona didn't... now he wishes he could figure out how to give him some so he's not all by his lonesome!]

Besides, you got horns, and those are actually way cooler. [You just can't fly with them--]

[effortaverse]

[Not judging him, no— but that's not the problem. Kalim is overestimating himself, putting himself in Leona's territory with the wild abandon of a child underestimating a beast.

At least he backs up, but Leona steps forward, looking down at Kalim with his chin high.]

Tell me, Kalim. Where did they send you when you kicked the bucket?

[wow how is THAT related to what Kalim's saying]

[broasis]

["Kicked the bucket"...rude.]

Uh... "heaven," I guess? [Leona you're so tall when you loom. He's tall always but ESPECIALLY when he looms.]

Why?

[effortaverse]

[Think he's tall now? It must feel like he's even taller when he leans over Kalim the way he does, getting almost nose-to-nose with him.]

And where, exactly, do you think I ended up?

[broasis]

[Kalim does not flinch at the closeness, simply turning his head side to side to scan the Heavenly Ass Beach around them before meeting Leona's piercing gaze again.]

...Aaaalso heaven?

[ghostinacolorfulshell]

Thanks for confirming that for me...

[There was still something on her mind...]

One more question, is all real, right? Like not a computer simulation or something?

[If she drank, she'd probably be drinking too.]

[effortaverse]

You know, sometimes you make me wonder how you made it as long as you did.

[Leona leans back again, tapping Kalim on his nose, and when his finger touches Kalim's nose he unfolds big, big feathery wings— completely black on the underside apart from a flash of white ticking the ends of the outermost feathers.

The wings drip and ooze ink, and with them out and blocking the sun from behind him, Leona's face looks darker, his eyes glowing in the shadow. His horns look much more imposing, at this angle, and it's a bit clearer that the ends of his hair aren't going up in smoke— but in fading ink, the same ink his wings are dripping with.

With that cold stare and those details... well, he looks just as standoffish as he wants to look.]

I got put in hell. I just came up here for a nap.

[vroomkeeper]

I'll give you something to focus on.

[ Least suspicious answer ever. ]

Now.

[broasis]

[Ah. Well. Consider him shook to his very core. He stares with those big red eyes for a very long time, the sight of ink triggering that newfound anxiety of losing his friends to abject madness and blot.]

Ah-- uhhhh... O-oh. Okay.

[His wings are still very cool, if not incredibly scary, but he's gonna just focus on that first part.]

Well, s-sorry? I mean. [What's he sorry for? It's not like he picked for Leona to be the only one of them to not be an angel--] I-it's still, um. Pretty sick! Ahaha....

[effortaverse]

[There we are. That's what Leona wanted to see.

Fear. A clear line drawn in the sand between them... as far as Leona thinks, anyway.]

Learned your lesson?

[He folds those wings up, and with a twist of his shoulders, somehow manages to make them flutter back up and disappear as if they'd tucked themselves under his shoulderblades.]

[broasis]

[Blinkblinkblink.]

Huh? What... lesson?

[The answer is no. But is that really surprising.]