heckinooc | TDM 005: Ch-ch-changes!

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!

Threaded | Flat

[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)

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)

(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. )

A) Garden
[Time is fake. Kieran could have sworn that it was April but now it's November without him realising. How weird.

However, considering Kieran's hair is still a writhing mass of red-purple variants of Hydrapple (making him look very similar to a teenage gorgon), a weird hiccup in time is the least of Kieran's worries.

So Kieran is just going to ball. And by ball, I mean just awkwardly stand to the side of the party, holding his cup of ginger ale as he looks nervously at the imps and cherubs.]

This is so weird...

[He reaches up to tug his hair and winces as one of the Hydrapple heads bites down.]

Ow! Sorry! Uh... Sorry me? Do I apologise to myself?

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B) Hell

[Dragons are weak to Ice. Grass is also weak to Ice. Meaning the cold weather is absolutely repulsive to Kieran at the moment. The poor country boy isn't used to the cold and will absolutely park himself in front of the nearest fire, wrapped in the biggest blanket he can find. This isn't so bad when he's at the HellRaiser hotel but on days where he's forced outside he might be found trying to sit in front of a bonfire full of partying imps or, even worse, climbing on top of the magma supply in a bar.]

It's so cold...

[He sounds almost like he's in a trance. But no, he's just cold. You may want to get him out of the way before he gets himself in trouble... or get him out of the way because he's in YOUR way!]

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C) Heaven

[Heaven is so much nicer. Kieran understands why he's not Heavensent but it's nice being able to use some of Heaven's amenities when he's bound for eternal damnation. It's still cold but the drinks here are good.]

Mmmmm... Stuffing spiced Latte. Reminds me of home, ya know.

That's not what I said. I said please watch where you're leaking. You're getting apple syrup everywhere.

Well, it's not everywhere. It's just around me...

That's not the point! Someone is going to slip! Or get stuck in that stuff!

[Kieran ignores the poor cherub and continues to drink. He may or may not have had a Cranberry Spiced Latte already.]

Edited 2024-11-07 09:22 (UTC)

B, Hell Level: ICE to meet you!

[You know what's not great for tech? Cold temperatures. Or hot ones really. You'd think a body that wasn't wholly flesh and blood would be less temperamental, not more. His screen glitches, several patches appearing dead all ready as Vox takes shelter inside- ugh, a casino. But he can warm up in here at least, and work out a more long term solution if this cold is going to stick around.

It's been a long time since Vox felt out this out of the loop. All his contacts and souls meant nothing here, back to square one. He'd thought at least he knew what to expect this time round, but now that he can't even predict the temperature he's not so sure.

His thoughts are interrupted by someone stepping on his shoe, and he his head head to yell after them-]

Watch it! These shoes cost more than you'll make in lifetime.

A. Gardenfest

[ Stop me if you've heard this one. A totally cool, chill, handsome Angel gets killed by some totally lame, not chill, 2/10 hellbound and hellborne, and wakes up in...what is this? Heaven's waiting room? What the fuck? And they're serving cookies? What the fuck? Did that bitch Emily plan this? What the fuck is going on?

Either way, it's got cherubs and what could charitably called imps working together, and that's just wrong. You can tell from Adam's expression that he is not amused...but also, that he's not quite believing what's happening to him. ]

Ha ha, what the fuck is this? Ginger ale? No way, bitch. Get me some of that hard cider. And I mean hard. I don't care if this is a dream. Or a nightmare. I want to wake up in the infirmary with a fucking hangover!

[ Oh, did anyone mention that his face is now half a twisted mockery of his mask? Or how about the demonic, horns, wings, and infernal-looking outfit? The sick tail like the head of a guitar? No? Seems Adam hasn't noticed either... ]

B. Hell Freezes Over

[ By now, Adam knows he's in Hell, and that he's now mostly demonic...and he's absolutely depressed. The mighty leader of Heaven's army, brought low by his new lot in the afterlife, chilling literally on a sofa in the lobby as everything freezes around him.

He doesn't have to worry about that, of course. His demonic light has been replaced by hellfire. He won't freeze...he's just decided to turn up the temperature. As he depression loafs. Sighing. Loudly. Waiting for someone to come feel sorry for him.

It may or may not be melting a large icicle that is now precariously dangling above everyone's heads, threatening to drop down on everyone's heads.

If no one feels sorry for him? He'll be quite cross, throwing up his hands and yelling as even more fire burns up around him: ]

What's the big deal?! I'm in Hell! Aren't any of you sinners going to fucking console me?!

C. He Has A Degree In Karen

[ Cozy season! This would be fucking great...if there weren't a guy at the Gate holding up the exit to the elevator, and nay, stopping anyone from down below from getting into Heaven and also yelling at the Cherubs. ]

Nononono! This is all wrong! You can't just fucking let people from Hell walk in here! This is Heaven! It means nothing if anyone can just fucking come up here! Have some goddamn standards, you little fucksticks, for God's sake!

[ Then the cherubs start pushing HIM towards the Elevator, and... ]

No, wait! I didn't mean me! I belong up here!!! It's your dumb mistake that got me stuck downstairs in the first place! Just because you can't do your jobs--!

Edited 2024-11-19 21:59 (UTC)

Garden Time

Jean doesn't really do well with noise and excitement, but he's willing to play along just because he really doesn't know what else to do. As he walks along his form flickers between what seems like a bear like demon and a man with silver wings. The only similar thing between the two is the flame like light that gleams in his eyes.

He stops at a booth now and then but mostly he is content to wander and see what he can see.

C. Take a Sip

Jean was deeply uncomfortable in Heaven. It was as wonderful as the bishop promised and yet Jean still felt that itch, the one that told him he didn't belong him. As such his mind was a million miles away and he accepted a drink without thinking about it first.

The taste of apples coats his mouth and he smiles as he thinks of summers in the country when he and his sister would climb trees and eat more fruit then was good for them. He smiles slightly and appears to relax as he closes his eyes and attempts to remember those good days.

B. Ice Fall

In Hell, Jean looks like a bear human with horns curling from his dark hair symbols of his strength both physical and mental. Both of which serve him well as he dances around falling ice trying not to curse as he dances long. He has no idea where he made a wrong turn trying to find a place to rest, but the fact of the matter is that he did make that wrong turn and now he finds himself very, very stuck and in need of a savior.

Wildcard

[Throw up any prompt you want I'm down for just about anything.]

CW: so much creative Scottish swearing

A: Arrival

[So he's died. And gone to Hell. Finally. All of Earth is probably rejoicing. Or at least his many many political enemies and -- Malcolm has no friends, so just enemies, even in his own party, and most of the planet to be fair.]

Oh, the paperwork's bollocked? Yeah, that fucking plays. It always is, isn't it? Paperwork getting fucked up is like water running downstream, and cocks crowing about the dawn, like they fucking woke up the sun and dragged it out themselves. What am I supposed to do now then? Anyone I should bullock?

[But the imps and cherubs scatter, because a big bad wolf in foul-tempered and even more vulgar language who is used to verbally harassing politicians as a house whip is not worth sticking around for.]

B: Ice Ice Baby

Fuck! It's colder than a witch's teat out here! Guess all that global climate change doesn't work when humans aren't top dogs.

Ta. [Takes the magma drink and --] What the fuck do you mean it's for drinking? Mate, you do not want to mess with a man [Despite his kind of more wolf-y form now.] holding magma, now do you? Right. Didn't fucking think so.

[... And then he might try to drink it if someone doesn't stop him. YOLO?]

C: Spice Spice Baby
Fuck, this is fucking disgusting. [A stuffing flavored latte.] It tastes like my Nan's old socks run through the dryer and stuffed up the ass of a mule with parasites in its intestines. And I've had haggis. [... And he drinks some more. :| Yes.]

D: Network post
UN: WindshieldWhipper

[He let an imp pick the name and doesn't care.]

What the fuck do you wankers do for jobs around here? I'm recently unemployed on account of being fucking dead, or whatever the shit you call it here, and the last time I took one of those bloody tests on job aptitude they suggested making a fucking children's novel on a Very Angry Spider. Hopefully not fucking that. And I haven't needed to make a resume for literal decades.

Edited (html) 2024-11-27 20:25 (UTC)

SPIDER-JOU, SPIDER-JOU

[[OOC - This Jonouchi is from a fanfic where, as one might guess, he gets to be spider-man! A spider-man? Doesn't matter. He's from just after his version of Duelist Kingdom, but the timeline is pretty messy in his reality; also, he's only 15 right now.]]

[Arrival]

NYYHHHHH...!! WHY!!!

[Forget the errors, forget the being dead thing. Jonouchi Katsuya is tackling that later. Right now he's looking himself over in clear panic- incredibly uncaring of the fact that he's got the mask of his spider-suit in his hand. Everything else is covered by his clothes, jeans, hoodie...

But the part he's panicking over is. Well. Everything else.] Did somethin' go wrong after they beat Pegasus..!? This ain't fair man I finally got a real meal and sleep..!!

[What's not fair? BEING A SPIDER ISN'T FAIR! It's not unlike a certain other spider- but unlike That one, Jonouchi is...well, for starters pretty obviously just a young teenager. There's a lot more fluff on all those limbs too, and all of it is black. Or at least that weird dusty black you see within the pearly gates.

He grabs at the fluff making up his hair with far more than two hands.] Nhhhhhhh...c'mon, this can't be happening...a Spider..!?

[Oh, one other thing might stand out with the kid having a crisis though.

He's got a halo. That kid's Heavenbound.]

[Heaven - DRINK, DRINK, DRINK-]

Alrigh'...I'm takin' that one!

[Well, Jonouchi's gotten over his crisis it seems, even if he keeps jumping at his own arms. All things aside, now that he's been assured time and time again that they'll Totally fix this soon just take advantage of the perks- and well, it's Heaven so like, Awesome- he's found his way before the sample drinks.

....He's pointing at the stuffing spiced latte.] I remember Mokuba talkin' about that stuff! He said it's bread 'n stuff, how can I not see what a drink made of it tastes like! Bet it's like a smoothie!

...A hot smoothie!

[CHUG IT.

THREE.

TWO.

O-] AUGH IT'S NASTY-

[NETWORK - UN: luckyjacket]

oh man ive never had a phone this fast fuck yeah

haha textings so weird tho i had to redo that so many times

how does anyone do this with toebeans or whatever

SKEIN-VERSE JOU AKA 'Ra's Favorite'

[[OOC - This is Jonouchi as he is in the most recent portions of 'Skein' an incredibly long AU fanfic that went from a simple FemKaiba AU to a whole mess of lore and nonsense. The short of it is, this one's been through a wringer- and at the moment, is 17!]]

[Arrival]

Th' hell do y' mean none of 'm are here!?

[At the moment, an angel is having an argument with the cherub explaining the whole System Error thing going on. Whether he's had his freak out over that yet is...in the air. At the moment, Jonouchi looks more like a weird 'pastel' shadowy griffon, wings and all- though there's lines of gold in his eyes- which were otherwise red- and if one looks they can see a similar line in other places. The palm of one of his clawed hands, the side of his head...a lot on his feet...

There'd probably be more if not for the jeans, shirt, and red coat.]

Well, it looks like the system only had trouble with you is all! Huh, wonder why that is...

[As the cherub looks over their clipboard and hums, Jonouchi just...

Squawks. Genuinely squawks.] Th- Th' only- But Yug's got that whole-

[And then pauses, as if something just interrupted him. No one said a thing though. Still, he manages to frown despite having a beak.] ...nah wait, I guess that wouldn' count...

C'mon though, I can't stay here, that weird french guy's goin' after 'm...!!

They'll probably be alright, it's fine!

Ooo, or maybe, [chimes the local imp,] They'll end up here when that french guy get's 'm!

Don' even joke about that!!

[Heaven - Decisions, Decisions...]

Huhhhhh...I mean, I was gonna go for a cola or somthin', but I guess with weather like this...uhhh...

[Hand hovers over the apple spice...He pauses...

...Grimaces.] Er. Nevermind. Maybe...

[Over the Cranberry...p...pause...] ...Aw c'mon what th' hell...

[Stuffing...]

...Nah I don' need t' see how that one ends actually...

[WHY AREN'T THERE NORMAL DRINKS AIN'T THIS HEAVEN!?]

[Network - UN: redeyes]

aw heck yeah it wasnt taken

i didnt think heaven would have phones and shit but here we are this is awesome

i mean the kidnappin part aint but

anyway hey anyone here play duel monsters i still got my deck!!!

Edited (i forgor i gave him a phone as a plot device in spider fic shut-) 2024-11-30 16:27 (UTC)

A

[The Garden is certainly interesting and she can't quite say that she's ever been... particularly knowledgeable when it comes to these sorts of things. Being ostracized and everything else meant you didn't get to observe festivals and parties. Which is precisely why she looks so out of place. It's all a little overwhelming for the woman that's wrapped up in a blue and white houndstooth jacket with the white furred cuffs, hair braided back to work with the particularly odd looking halo shenanigans and dragon wings that are delicately tucked against her back.

Though that's not the only strange things about her like this, a slender dragon tail seems to rest behind her, just a bit above the ground at all times, and white-blue scales visible at her jawline and side of her neck. Her nails look far too much like claws but seem short and manicured to a point.

For someone that might have looked imposing with her features, she seems extremely timid towards the party itself, having managed to snag a drink and has it cupped between her hands and staying just on the outskirts of groups.]

B, Heaven specific

[It's not as if Kisara wasn't already familiar with the concept of death, she'd been dealing with it for ages now by this point. It's just in a... different form than the one she was used to. This one is far more bright than she's accustomed to, but it's interesting to see all the differences it could provide.

Which is precisely how she's ended up taking one of the cranberry drinks offered to her, a small smile given for the cherub and moving to find the one empty table near the stall. Of course, she doesn't mind company, even if she seems a little skittish about everything.]

A little colder than I'm used to... [She mutters softly to herself, making sure her coat is pulled close around her. This certainly isn't Egypt, that might she's sure of.]

C, UN: blueyes

[Thank whoever for speech-to-text.] Excuse the confusion, but how are we supposed to know how to use wings we're given here? I did not have such a feature when I was alive and even though my soul did, it's... not really a built in knowledge? If anyone has experience with that, I wouldn't mind the help in trying to figure it out and I learn quickly!

Also what... are the differences between Heaven and Hell, exactly? The afterlife I'm from you either... got there or you were cast into oblivion, so this is a whole new thing for me. I don't quite understand why you would need to keep people around that are considered "evil" if that is the reason they're separated from us?

Arrival

...Dead, huh? This was...not exactly what he'd been expecting when he thought about the afterlife. Then again, he'd literally dueled a man for his chance to die, and watched him walk off into the path of light.

Was this what the afterlife was actually like, or were there different afterlives, piled onto one another?

Nnnngh. It was hard to think about.

What was even harder to think about was...his appearance. He looked mostly like himself, slender and short and chubby-cheeked. But he had two...wings, sprouting out of his back. Black ones, wide and heavy but somehow not weighing him down with crystal hearts that seemed to change shades of red based on his mood. A long dragon tail twitched behind him, like a cat's, waving to and fro.

His hands looked human, but if a person looked, his nails were a touch too long and the skin was ashen, as though scales were starting to grow in.

"Are you...sure I'm dead?" He asked. "There has to be some mistake. See, I was just resting at home after working on my game..."

---

Heaven Level

So many drinks to choose from; how the heck did anyone know which to pick? They all looked pretty festive, too, but Yuugi couldn't just drink them all, right? That'd be taking something someone else might be interested in drinking.

That, and did he really want to ingest that much of what looked to be sugary drinks?

He bit his lip, staring at the row of drinks like it was trying to eat him, tail twitching in thought as his wings stayed snug on his side. His gems glowed a soft inquisitive coral.

---

Hell level

Of course Yuugi ended up going to a casino.

What, you think the guy who was interested in games all his life wouldn't try going into a literal game haven, baby-faced as he was?

He wasn't sure if he wanted to go and try playing at a table or if he wanted to watch; just watching people play games had its own allure. Having fun was sometimes its own reward, even if you didn't do particularly well.

Eh, maybe he'll just go to one of the many pachislot machines (who knew those things would be in Hell, of all places) and try his luck at winning tokens.

...

A lot of them.

It was normal to have 3 jackpots in a row, right?

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.]

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.

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!"

[ooc: no idea if i'll app this guy yet but let's play anyway, shall we]

Autumnwinter Celebrations

[There is nothing Leona wants to do less than party right now. In fact, he's particularly intrigued by the idea of taking a nap. The problem is, no one seems inclined to let him just sleep. If it's not an imp offering him beer, it's a cherub offering him ginger ale, and anyone who looks Leona's way can tell at a glance that he's downright fuming about it.

Finally, finally, he manages to escape prying eyes by swinging up into a tree, tucking himself between two branches filled with bright yellow and red leaves, and getting nice and comfy in the tree's shade. This... this could be heaven, whether or not he's supposed to be in it.

Of course, when he finally falls asleep, his tail is left hanging down between the branches, the only evidence that anyone's up there (besides the tell-tale sound of snoring for anyone who stands directly below him. It would definitely be a bad thing to disturb this guy, right? You wouldn't just go up to a guy's tail and mess with it, right???]

Heaven's beach/A

[Finally... finally, a place to rest where people are supposed to rest, and so no one can complain about Leona being in their damn territory or whatever the problem is. Surely if this is heaven, no one will disturb him as he lounges (fully clothed, for whatever reason) on a beach chair under an umbrella, savoring the perpetual twilight and light breeze and perfect temperature.

And he isn't disturbed, not for long enough that he's able to fall right to sleep and to stay asleep for a while too. So long, in fact, that when the tide comes in, he's still on that beach chair, snoozing.

It's not until the water knocks his umbrella away that Leona stirs, sitting up, putting his hand straight down into perfectly warm and perfectly clear saltwater. He just kind of sits there for a moment, staring at the water pooling over his chair and around his legs, and eventually...

Leans forward, putting his hand to his temple.]

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

[Maybe... maybe help him out? Or maybe don't perceive him. That one might be safer.]

Heaven, B

[For absolutely no reason later on, Leona can be found staring out at the ocean again, this time wearing nothing but a beach towel, scowling at another beverage he's been offered. If you pass by him, he'll smirk suddenly, offering—]

Hey. Those little sheep are passing out drinks again. You want this one?

[as if he's being nice, and not just avoiding taking this one to the trash, which is yards away but still within a visible distance.]

It's yours.

[It's an apple spiced latte! or maybe it's a drink with a different effect...?]

wildcard
[I didn't have much brain for prompts, so if these don't work for you, tag me with anything! i'm open to it all, just want to get a more solid hold on this guy's voice.]

[A: Arrival]

[Vil isn't terribly fussed about the whole death thing. Sure, it was a bit of a shock at first, but if it's just a clerical error, it'll get cleared up sooner or later. So long as he doesn't miss anything at home - like work, or exams - he doesn't see any reason to get worked up about it. Stress is terrible for his complexion.

The little halo he woke up with, though? That he likes. What a charming accessory, though he's not entirely sure it suits him. Few would call him angelic, after all. But he'll enjoy it while it's there. Just as he'll enjoy the festivities, even if they are a little overly loud and garish.

He's inspecting one of the drinks, its giver long since vanished into the crowd. It's just ginger ale. But Vil has questions, and he'll ask whoever's close enough.]

Have you seen a list of ingredients anywhere? Death is no reason to be unwise about one's nutritional choices.

[B: Hell]

[The cold isn't so bad. The icicles can be ignored, and even the stalactites aren't terribly dangerous as long as you're keeping an eye out.
But heels on icy sidewalks? Now that's real danger.

Vil is trying to avoid a nasty fall by taking careful steps. He's agile, at least, or it would've been over already. But it couldn't last - one person passing a little too close knocks him off balance, and his elegantly-clad feet come right out from under him. At least he only lands embarrassingly on his bottom, instead of his head, but it's not a light fall.]

Ouch...

[c: Heaven]

[Now this is more Vil's style. Manipedis? Yes please! Especially since he broke a nail taking a fall earlier - he can't walk around looking a mess. So he's sitting, cool as a cucumber, getting his nails done - though he can't quite keep his nose entirely in his own business. He raises an eyebrow, ready to share his opinion to someone nearby even if unasked for.]

Eyecatching, but that isn't really your color. You should pick something a little more flattering.

[ Garden: I'm Just A Holy Fool ]

Dead? No. No, that's not possible. That's not acceptable.

[ One of the cherubs is being followed around by a young man with a brilliant golden sheen to his skin. And his hair. And his. Uh.

Look, is this guy made of liquid metal? ]

I don't care if you claim it's a "clerical error", I'm not allowed to be dead yet! Fetch me your master. This instant.

[ This guy sure is intent, in the middle of a party, on talking to the manager. ]

I didn't crawl my way into the light on my hands and knees only for you to shove me back into the dark! You can't even throw a thematically-cohesive party - [ He gestures to a table on which a turkey with a halo looped around its neck sits next to a snowman holding a pitchfork. ] - how am I supposed to believe this is the Afterlife?!

[ "Hey, unwind, buddy, try the cider - " ]

I don't WANT cider!

[ And as he says "want", wings pop (glop?) out of the young man's back, spreading in an impressive span of golden metallic feathers. He is noble! He is shining!

He definitely just knocked somebody over with those! ]

[ Hell: Oh Baby It's So Cruel ]

[ Marik hadn't wanted to go to Hell.

Marik hadn't wanted to go to Hell, he feels he's already spent his childhood there, but Hell seemed a more promising place to meet....the sort of people with the kinds of connections he needs in order to get to the bottom of his predicament. So, with a queasy feeling in his stomach and a wobbling in his knees he's telling himself is just him getting used to his new form, Marik has Descended.

It's not as dark here as he'd expected. That's helping.

It's much colder here than he'd expected. That's not.

In fact, it's helping so very little that right smack dab in the middle of the road there is a new ice(?) sculpture, of a guy with great abs and icicles hanging off his arms! It's almost like the guy was made of liquid and then went down into subzero temperatures only to freeze solid.

Marvel at his chiseled physique. Gaze upon the perfect eyeliner adorning his oddly wide eyes. Behold their expression, caught between terrified and pissed!

....Listen faintly and you can kind of hear....screaming? Maybe thaw him out. Or dare somebody to stick their tongue on his bellybutton, I'm not your mom. ]

[ Heaven: But I'm Still In Love With Judas, Baby (cw mind manipulation) ]

[ After that horrible ordeal, Heaven is....well, what it says on the tin.

Thawed and thoroughly mellowed - a spa day will do that - Marik is seated in a lounge, relaxing in a plush robe with a nice apple latte. His circumstances no longer seem so dire. In fact, he feels rather drowsily pleasant. Heaven. He's....he's in Heaven. He belongs in Heaven. He's not supposed to be dead yet, that part is wrong, but when he does finally die, he will belong in Heaven. He has repaid his debts. It's almost hard to believe, when you consider the terrible sin he committed, but he's - He's free!

This is the interpretation of the situation he is going with and he refuses to consider any others.

Marik takes a deep sip of his latte and sighs, euphoric and as close to satisfied as he'll ever get. He belongs in Heaven. He's a good person after all. He was a good Tombkeeper. He did his duty, his dark half is gone, and he's in Heaven! This justifies everything! ]

Keh keh keh....Aahhhh.

[ His lower extremities are puddling a bit as his thoughts fuzz with happiness, but he doesn't mind that; he can just reform them later. Marik finds it hard to be upset, right now. He is filled with goodwill towards all mankind. As well he should be, for he is in Heaven. Where he belongs. Because he is a Good Person.

Gosh, he'd like to do things for others right now, because that's what Good People do.

So he waves to the first person whose eyes he catches, and lifts his drink to them. Grinning like they're a friend he hasn't seen in ages, whether or not he's ever met them before in his life. Fake it till you make it! Never failed him before. ]

Hello there! Isn't the world wonderful?

[ This Is What Marik Ishtar, In This Moment, Actually Believes. ]

[Arrival]

[It was explained to her that she died, and that's why she's in the Garden right now. But it all sounds like bullshit to her - she didn't do ANYTHING that would result in her death. Even after that close call with her dad, well... she doesn't want to think about that right now. She can't be dead, that's it.

She snatches a cup of beer from a nearby imp, downing it instantly.]

Ugh, fuck! I'm too sober for this.

[She's gotta find her dad. Fast.]

[Heaven Level]

[Loona's never been to Heaven before. It's... disgustingly pleasant up here. She's grown a pair of angel wings - they're small but there. And there's a halo that's bothering her. She hasn't noticed yet, but her fur has gone from gray to pink. She's currently waving away cherubs that are offering her drinks and massages.]

Can you leave me the fuck alone?

[She looks down at the cup of apple spiced latte in her hand.]

This is wrong. Everything about this is just... wrong.

[Arrival]

[Christmas? Was this another adventure? Because it didn't feel like one. Was she finally free? But everyone had said she'd died? Could you die in the Circus? Pomni could be found having a breakdown in the middle of the party. From one hell to another she could be found quietly sobbing to herself.]

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Threaded | Flat

Raphtalia | The Rising of the Shield Hero | Heavenbound

Emet-Selch | Final Fantasy XIV | Hellbound

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

Hannibal King | Blade Trinity | Hellbound (probably)

Kieran | Pokemon Scarlet/Violet | Hellbound

Vox | Hazbin Hotel | Hellbound

Adam | Hazbin Hotel | Hellbound (Take 2)