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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
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-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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[Arrival cw: child slavery might come up]

[Raphtalia is hearing the news of her death and it's... well, she's taking it better than most probably would. But she's in a state of shock - she's not sure how she died. Naofumi was taking care of her, but she was sick before so...

It's still a lot for the kid to take in. But she seems a little preoccupied to participate in the festivities. To anyone minding their own business, there's a small girl with raccoon ears and tail walking up to you nervously.]

Ah um... h-hello. Have you seen my mom and dad?

[It's not that she got separated from her parents, it's that she thinks her parents are up here too. Since she's dead now, she'd find them here... right?]

[Heaven]

[Raphtalia is... far from used to being pampered. She barely mentioned she was cold and BAM a cherub comes flying at her and shoves a sweater on her. She's a little alarmed at all the attention she's getting, but she kind of likes it too...

Currently, she's trying to decide what drink she should get at one of the booths.]

Um... can I try all of them?

A. Gardenfest!

[A finely-dressed man, tall even despite the slump of his shoulders, wends his way through the crowd to a small stage, where he pokes the STOP button on the stereo, silencing the discordant seasonal music. He heaves a weary sigh before stretching a hand up toward the sky and begins his oration, voice ringing out with practiced projection.]

And so the actor, having played his part to the fullest, taken his final bow, and exited the stage, goes not to his well-earned rest as the curtain falls but is instead dragged back into the glare of the stage lights for a most unwelcome encore.

What's more, he now finds the stage changed beyond recognition and a new script, yet-unread, laid before him. What new farce shall he play out before an indifferent audience? How much longer must he endure and, at the end of this new melodrama, shall he at last lay down his weary head?

[He snatches a beer from a passing cherub and cracks it open. He takes a chug before tossing the mug aside with a grimace.]

... And really, you could at least provide more refined refreshments.

B. Chilling in Hell

[Emet-Selch is, in fact, enjoying one of those magma drinks, with a frilly little cocktail umbrella stuck in it. He sits slouched on a decrepit public bench, watching passers-by with a lazy smirk.]

Oh, do watch your step! [he calls out with mock concern as someone slips on the ice.]

Eyes above! [he warns, far too late for all but the most preternaturally swift to have time to dodge the falling icicle.]

C. Getting spicy in Heaven

[Emet-Selch was already quite sassy enough, but the cranberry spice latte still hits the spot.]

[He slumps against a convenient wall near a kiosk and judges all those who approach for the offerings.]

Really, is that your choice? I'm sure it's fine and all, but you could try being a bit more daring.

(ooc: For the canon-familiar, I'm taking Emet-Selch from just after the events in Shadowbringers 5.0)

Edited 2024-11-02 19:52 (UTC)

[Keith paused at the sound of a small voice, turning back to face the girl. Around 6 feet tall, he had dark purplish black hair, lavender tinged skin, and large black wings that had tinges of red and purple iridescence. He frowned a bit, and, when he spoke, he had visible fangs.]

Your... Oh. Um. [He looked confused for a moment.] I don't know. What do they look like?

[She's caught a little off guard by the man, and shies away a bit at first - but she needs to find her parents!]

W-well, mama looks like me... but much taller! And papa has short brown hair, and they're both demi-humans like me!

[Raphtalia forgets demi-humans might not be a thing here, but surely they would be... it's the afterlife, right?]

[Nanami is passing through the garden level, as he sometimes does on his way to Hell, and he's more than happy for the music to end. But the speech afterward has him rolling his eyes behind his usual glasses.]

Just died, I take it? There's better refreshments to be found around this place, but they tend to cost money.

Ah, currency. How pedestrian.

[He sighs dramatically.]

That even in death I should be subjected to such petty mortal contrivances. Next I suppose you'll tell me we're expected to walk everywhere.

Technically, it's not necessary, but it's helpful if there are things you want here beyond the basics. Your hotel should have everything you need and jobs are relatively plentiful.

And I'm afraid unless you're blessed with wings [He stretches his out to show off a little.] then yes, it's walking.

Employment? No thank you. I'd sooner spend whatever legth of time I'm stuck here sleeping on a public bench.

[He gives the wings a critical once-over.]

Bodily modifications. How quaint. Perhaps I may have my own when my "interim paperwork" is complete.

Too good for a little honest work? There's plenty of dishonest work to be found in Hell anyway. What did you do before you died?

[He puts a hand on his hip, he's not used to being on this end of the judgemental stare.]

They may be routine to you, but I didn't ask for them. And I don't particularly want them, even if I've finally gotten used to flying.

The issue is that I've done quite enough work altogether... But if you must have a short resume, I mostly spent my time raising empires and then demolishing them. I'm truly not interested in getting back into the business, especially as now there's no point to it.

[He smirks at the shift in stance.]

There really is no pleasing you mortals, is there? I've heard so many express their dreams of sprouting wings and flying, and here you are complaining about it.

Edited 2024-11-03 00:44 (UTC)

I suppose it saves some time and resources to demolish what you've built, but it also sounds pointless.

[Nanami's wings puff out, annoyed and defensive. That's the real reason he doesn't like them, they give away his thoughts too easily.]

They're difficult to dress around, all of my suits have to be specially made to accommodate them. I'm sure the people who dream of them don't consider the practicalities of having them all the time.

Oh, I had good reason, though I daresay you wouldn't understand it. Suffice it to say, it was all in the name of a greater good which sadly never came to fruition.

[Oh that's precious. Mortals and their hollow sense of dignity...]

Ah yes, that is the drawback to not being able to create one's own clothes. Still, it seems a paltry price to pay..

Arrival

[Oh. Oh what in the unholy fuck is this mess? Wasn't she literally in her bed before this? Who actually decided it was a good idea to somehow get into the V Tower of all things and think it would be funny to move her?

Okay, maybe not, from the explanation she's getting that she's barely listening to.] I was already dead, but whatever. [That isn't the part that worried her. The part that actually worries her is the fact this place is:

A. Not familiar
B. What the fuck kind of supposed imp is that?]

Right, not the worst way I've woken up before and means I probably don't have to worry about the literal packed schedule I had. But fine, fine. [She's absolutely not fine and it shows the second she searches for a phone and finds one that is... not like the one she's used to but whatever.]

Continuation of Arrival into network text

[Clearly this isn't ~~Kansas~~ Pentagram City anymore, so a girl's gotta do some hustle to figure out what's up, what's different, and who she's going to be tying around her finger.]

Hello, fine denizens of Heaven (I guess) or Hell~ I have a quick little question for all of you and that quick little question is very much wondering what the little power structure of at least Hell here is. Asking for a friend~ I'll update you all later and maybe add a picture or two~

😘 - Vel

Hell freezing over

Subcategory: random street

[Hell. Having ice. While everything still seems to be the usual flavor of fire. You know what, she's not sure if she should even be questioning this other than she's pretty sure that Hell freezing over was meant to be figurative and not literal. Luckily she's pretty good with getting out of the way of the obnoxious ice, but what is unfortunate is some poor sod deciding it was a good idea to hit on the living doll.

It's probably the loud yelling that'll get someone's attention first.]

What the fuck are you even trying to do here you fucking dickhead!

[And if anyone decides to approach the scene is a rather annoyed looking woman and a man that is already cowering back from her.]

Do I look like I'd be some kind of whore when I look like this? Honestly, I should put my heel through your head for an insult like that! Have no idea who the hell you're talking to, honestly.

Subcategory: FASHION, BAYBEEEE

[Can she, theoretically, change her outfit with the swipe of a hand? Yes, of course, it's what she does best, mostly. Is she still far more curious to see what kind of fashion trends are in the stores around here? Also, yes, of course. She's gotta see what kind of competition she's working with.

Even if said competition is probably wanting her to leave given everything she's looking through on the hangers is getting absolutely roasted.] Not a single thing so far looks like it's from later than 1900. I've seen some horrible outdated fashion before, but not all in one damn place. Absolutely gross.

OOC

[Herp de derp derp, feel free to ask about other things in the comments or PMs, I swear she doesn't bite ~~unless you ask~~.]

A. Gardenfest

[ Nep is having a good time, there's a half build gingerbread house on the table she's sitting at. The other half is well being eaten. The rest of the house that is intact seems to be filled with candy and frosting to try and give it some sense of structure. ]

I really wish they had pudding but, these cookies are still pretty good.

B. Network un:Nep

I know this is a whole you died situation but, can I carry over things to a new game plus? Or like maybe get a mushroom that makes me run fast for a few moments in my inventory?

Oh or an EX dungeon? That might be cool to do if I'm stuck here.

Edited 2024-11-06 00:50 (UTC)

[[OOC: Kaiba's design inspiration is directly based off of the Blue-Eyes Alternative White Dragon]]

Garden Level

[No.

Seriously? No. What is even happening here? WHERE'S THE PHARAOH?

Someone took a wrong turn at Albuquerque and he's making it the problem of whoever's aggravating him. That means literally anyone who approaches him with the inclination to include him in the party.

He's obviously on the fast track to Hell given his draconic appearance--his body's white and partially segmented, with glowing cyan accents, and his eyes are a shockingly bright blue with a white pupil, but despite his having wings, there's no inherently angelic traits to the design.

He lashes out at the nearest imp, flaring his wings.]

I'm not here to indulge in your idiotic party! Leave me alone!

[New dimension who dis?]

Hell

[So there's a lot of pros and cons going on with this situation.

Cons:

Stuck here due to "clerical error." He wishes he could fire the sheep. Apparently in Hell. Ok, whatever, that exists he guesses. No Pharaoh to defeat.

Pros: HE'S A FUCKING DRAGON. No seriously HE IS A DRAGON, and he's already tested, he can totally breathe out energy blasts, and the details on his extremities are very Blue-Eyes coded.

That is the only thing that's evening out his mood and letting him consider playing around in one of the casinos. If he's stuck here, he needs capital, because he's not living in some shitty hotel for his duration. Seto Kaiba needs goals.

Besides, a casino is basically just a rigged arcade, and he's disgustingly good at games.

Regrettably, this is Hell, and somebody's trying to snatch his chips at a blackjack table, so Kaiba has a very measured response to it.

And by measured it means he measured how much force it would take to smash them into a nearby roulette table with his tail. Sorry, did he interrupt your game?]

Network (un; masterofdragons)

Is anyone selling a commercial building?

Alternatively, what would anyone define the technological level of this place to be at?

[[OOC: Kaiba's design inspiration is directly based off of the Blue-Eyes Alternative White Dragon]]

Edited (last edit i prommy. added rough sketch) 2024-11-06 10:40 (UTC)

[Angel's Luck. That is the casino Husk owns. And he believes he's doing a damn good job at running the place. Sure, some days he only plays or only walks around to keep an eye on things, and some days, he's not there at all, but he's here working the roulette table.

Well... he was, until someone decided to FUCKING TOSS SOMEONE INTO THE TABLE HE WAS MANNING. Cue a surprised white-and-gold angel looking frustrated, surprised, and upset.]

What the f♠♣♣!? Who the hell threw this guy into my table!?

[Ah, so he did bother someone. Oh no, how terrible.

Anyway.

Eugh, actually no, he should deal with it, shouldn't he? The establishment shouldn't be letting in riffraff mining chips off of people who might not have been paying attention, but perhaps he was a tad too aggressive.

Maybe.]

I'll pay you for the trouble. But they were trying to steal from me, and they paid the price.

[Well, at least he wasn't a complete asshole. Or maybe he just understood the value of money.

...More likely, he doesn't really feel like getting kicked out.]

[...Well, at least this new face recognizes when to be civil and when he messed up. Husk summons some security guards and tells them to take the person to the back room before dusting the table off and holding a proper conversation.]

Next time, if some moron done steal from you talk to me or one of the employees. And at least he ain't been countin' cards.

Tell ya what. Forget payin' me. Any drinks you like? It's on the house.

[The vibes Husk is getting off of this person though... It's like the words "I AM A BUSINESSMAN" is punching himself in the face over and over. The way the person speaks in a measured tone, the way he dresses, the way he carries himself with swagger... Husk would be an idiot to let this person be turned off from ever gambling here again.]

[So when Kaiba knocked a guy around with his tail? Yeah, bully magnet Yuugi Mutou himself got smacked around with a high pitched squeak.

...

Yes, Kaiba, those are black and red dragon wings on his back. Yes, he does have a black and red tail, too. He is short, chubby cheeked, and clumsy on his feet.

Oh, those red bits? Hearts.

He has glowing heart-shaped gems on him.

And he's sprawled on the ground like a baby dragon learning to fly. He's also a little younger than you remember. Like how he looked when you first met.]

[That wasn't quite the expected reaction. If someone's offering a drink after having one of their tables damaged, then there's got to be a reason.

Of course, declining the drink would be inappropriate, considering the extension of a kindness in the face of said damage. Kaiba doesn't really like drinking, but after a moment's thought and a flick of his tail that is far less aggressive than the first:]

Whisky. Neat.

[Strategic drink time. He signals the end of his time at the table lazily, and swipes his appreciable pile of high-value chips up. Probably best to rotate to another game anyway.]

Your advice is noted, and I assure you I have no intention of consistently misbehaving at an establishment where I stand to benefit.

[Translation: I'm not trouble unless I have to be. I'm rich. I want to play.

Only one of those is technically a lie.]

(A) Garden Level - Autumn Celebrations!

[ At some point, he has managed to ditch his name tag in favor of one that reads FUCK YOU. It’s his emotional support humor, he needs it. ]

It’s like the love child of Santa and Butterball threw up all over the place. Speaking of..

[ Never one to compromise on his integrity, or backpedal when the proverbial shit is about to hit the fan, he slides up to the nearest singer with five bucks held between his fingers. ]

Do you take requests? Five bucks and my undying loyalty to the first person who belts out Mariah Carey for the people in the back. It doesn’t have to be good, but it has to be loud.

[ He’s been here for less than two minutes, and is already doing a fantastic job at pissing people off. ]

(B) Hell Level — ICE to meet you!

.. how the fuck is a shrunken head going to help me here?

[ He is not dazzling the crowd with his best Nancy Kerrigan impression (he can do a mean Tonya Harding though), but he is on the outside of the rink dealing with the most frustrating creature he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting. Which says a lot, when he’s been bunk mates with Blade (who snores) and Danica’s purse dog. No, he has not had all his shots. ]

Look, I have neither the time nor the crayons necessary to explain this to you. Point me in the direction of the corn-eating, egomaniacal chucklefuck who set me up with these—

[ He jerks a finger towards his mouth, where his teeth do be looking pretty vampiric this afternoon. ]

And I’ll put in a good word for you with corporate. [ He will not. ]

(C) Heaven Level Wildcard nsfw pics, there be (funny) dicks
[ When in Rome—

Hannibal is moseying around on the beach, making sure his time is well spent to atone for all of the terrible shit he’s done in his life. Just kidding. He is the source of an inappropriate snow angel at the far end of the beach, and there is an equally inappropriate set of ~~foot~~dickprints leading several yards away.

Anyone who humors him and partakes in his Where’s Waldo shenanigans by following them will be met by a man who is reenacting a famous scene from one of the biggest blockbusters on the planet. Hannibal is stretched out across the sand on a towel. ]

I see you followed the Yellow Dick road. Fan of the classics?

If you thought the silence was awkward, just wait until I get started. If you’re gonna paint me like one of your French girls, you should know that direct eye contact is my kryptonite and my safe word is Meatloaf.

( ooc Ya boi here looks incredibly normal for a new arrival, sans the sharp canines, but is actually werewolf coded. I am not an artist, and I’m also not going to subject you to wolfish AI Ryan Reynolds. )

[That sound gets Kaiba's attention, because it's incongruent with the size of the guy he'd just thrown around. Seems he might actually have hit someone else as well?

He places a clawed hand over his chips, then swivels his head on an extra flexible neck, seeking the source--and his eyes immediately widen as he finds another person with dragon features...but most importantly, very familiar hair.

At first, he tenses and his wings flare as he mistakes it for being Atem. Maybe he hadn't ended up too far from his goal.

But no. Of course not.

His lip curls as he realizes who it is.]

Yuugi.

[The disappointment is practically tangible. Sure, he respected the guy, but how many times is Kaiba gonna be toyed with?!]

[Did she hate most of this? Oh, absolutely, but it's at least got free booze and drinks, that's fine enough by her. The music is a little obnoxious but she's used to tuning out things she does not care to hear well enough that it's merely background noise that is just vaguely there in her attention.

It's the sudden lack of it that gains her attention, raising a brow slowly as she takes another sip of her drink to listen to whatever nonsense is about to happen. And... well, okay, this dude is pretty tall but nothing much different from the people she's used to. But what he's saying is what is wearing on her nerves.]

Get off the bloody stage! No one wants to hear your melodramatic bullshit! Just get wasted like a normal person!

[Ah, winter. A time for cardigans to come out and the nice tea to come out. Nanao didn't think he'd need cardigans in hell but he supposes that the world is full of surprises.

Like whatever racket is going outside. Nanao knows he probably should ignore it but his curiosity gets the better of him. The horned hellbound with the angelic wings stops, listens and laughs. Well, that's an interesting scene.]

I suggest running. [He calls out to the poor man.] She looks like she's going to make good on that promise.

[Free booze and food, mostly being left alone as no one's really all that keen on coming near her with her particular aura she's giving off. One that screams that she is the bitch in charge and you will not fuck with her right now. The music is obnoxious but whatever, it's not like she hasn't heard worse in and around the V Tower or anything.

It's only when there's some dude that's almost half a foot taller than her yelling at one of the imps that catches her attention. Tall, sure, but not anywhere near intimidating to her. Some kind of reptilian features, dragon or something like that from the wings... Admittedly, that's a different form than she's used to seeing and he seems pissed. Sounds like a perfect target to continue to rile up and see what he does. It's not like anyone can die (she's pretty sure anything calling itself Hell or Heaven doesn't let you die unless there's Very Specific circumstances) so what does the doll demon actually care?

And exactly why she's making her way over to this little blow up, hands resting on her hips while cocking her head to the side to look up at him with a clear grin with a hint of fang.]

Oooooh, where did you come from where you bully the help? Not that I give a fuck, this entire damn party is a joke, but you could just leave if you wanted. But please do keep threatening them, that's the funniest shit I've seen today.

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TDM 005: Ch-ch-changes!

Raphtalia | The Rising of the Shield Hero | Heavenbound

Emet-Selch | Final Fantasy XIV | Hellbound

arrival

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Gardenfest

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Velvette | Hazbin Hotel | Hellbound (did you really expect anything else)

Neptune | Hyperdimension Neptunia | undecided

Seto Kaiba | Yu-Gi-Oh (Manga + DSOD) | CEOs and murder park makers belong in HELL

Hell (Sorry, I couldn't resist)

no this is so good omg

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Did someone call for a baby Yuugi? | Hell

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Hannibal King | Blade Trinity | Hellbound (probably)

sorry he's so salty ahaha...

Gardenfest, lmfaoooo

Hell frozen over

Hola friendo, fancy seeing you here. Garden level