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TDM 007
content warnings for this TDM include: violence, potential death, body horror, physical transformation, loss of senses, loss of autonomy  ⏵ arrival⏴ Arrival does not happen as Aurora usually plans for it. New characters are introduced to the AI, then informed of a mission that they are required to participate in before they can return to their home base of Etraya. A world called Aphaia is falling apart, and while there is nothing they can do to resolve this broken world, they can participate in the Gamerunner's Stratagem. Their mission is simple: step through the glowing purple portal that Aurora creates once they've had time to listen to her, and survive until a similar portal reopens in front of them, allowing them to return to Etraya. The Gamerunner's Stratagem is something they have been working on building for quite some time. She informs all newcomers that they will not be present on this world that long: their exit will appear to them exactly when it's meant to, allowing them to meet the others who have been recruited to save their worlds. She provides each and every arrival with an earpiece, allowing them to communicate with the other Etrayans. Aurora suggests taking a bag full of supplies along with them, which she will fill with a few generic items as well as any specific items they may need: synthetic blood for vampires, protein bars for those who may burn through calories faster, medication for anyone who requires it.  ⏵ aphaia ⏴ Aphaia is a neon-lit, chaotic planet. Cameras are everywhere, every action and inaction is judged by the 'audience'. Towering holograms advertise upcoming events while flashing leader boards track the most "popular" players. Contestants are thrown into challenges, many of which are games of skill, survival, and deception all to keep the viewers entertained. Not participating is an option! However, avoiding playing along and not putting on a show will quickly cause participants' score to go down, and scores that reach zero? Well. Unfortunately, there are only so many resources left on Aphaia. Their wildlife has died off, their planet is falling apart, and most others in this galaxy were either destroyed from the inside out, or warring planets trying to gain control of remaining resources destroyed them to avoid others getting involved. Their natural resources are depleted, and only those who manage to keep their scores up are given the luxury of having any supplies. As soon as one steps foot on Aphaia, as soon as they breathe, they intake nanotechnology which tracks their oxygen consumption, their food, everything they do or need. As soon as their scores reach zero? They disappear. There one moment, and completely gone the next. Their communicators go offline, and while everything they were carrying will be left behind, no one will be able to find them. They are simply--gone, erased from existence. This is a death and counts as a death as outlined in the game FAQ! Please keep this in mind. "Points" that go towards their total score will be assigned to contestants from the moment they drop down on planet. This will be visible using the HUD on their earpiece, and will be randomized at the beginning. For the sake of the TDM, we ask that no one be assigned Paragon initially, but you're free to use other ranks! The possible rankings are: 100: PARAGON 99-80: LUMINARY 79-70: CHAMPION 69-50: CONTENDER 49-30: UNDERLING 30-0: SHADE Ranks may change daily, or even hourly depending on the kind of situation one has found themselves in. Are they having a very public break up in which it comes out that they wronged their ex? They may go from a Champion to a Shade before they can even blink. Did they save a defenseless reporter from the big bad villain of the week? They may find themselves quickly elevated up to Luminary and given all the benefits that comes with being upper class. The world is their oyster, they only need to figure out how they'd like to utilize it! Aphaia is broken up into four districts. The Colosseum is a dynamic battle arena where combatants fight for entertainment, with shifting environments controlled by the audience. Victories earn points, while losses depend on performance. The Symposium is a lavish social hub for top contestants, where alliances and betrayals are made under the audience’s watchful eye. The Agora is the public center of Aphaia, where contestants engage with the audience through polls, interviews, and challenges to maintain popularity. It also houses the contestants in high-rise apartments. And Backalleys provide hidden spaces with intentional blind spots for secret dealings, though the Gamerunner is always aware of what happens there.  ⏵ st★rlight soirée ⏴ Something special is happening in the Colosseum. Lights flicker as the arena shifts, rearranging itself into a grand, glittering ballroom - if a ballroom had stadium seating, paparazzi drones, and an ever-changing floor plan designed to disorient those within it. Silver chandeliers pulse with artificial starlight, their glow refracted through the crystalline floors. Music swells, but it sounds - unnatural. It thrums through your veins, setting your blood alight with the urge to dance. Why is the ballroom designed as if intentionally put together to throw off one's balance? Well, it's time for the Panopticon Prom, of course! The Panopticon Prom isn't just an adventure in dancing and impressing your most recent crush. It's a test of endurance, cunning, grace, and charm. The floor beneath your feet moves as if it has a mind of it's own, shifting to the beat like a living creature all of it's own. It tilts, undulates, even vanishing in sections to keep dancers on edge. After all, it's difficult to keep up one's pace if they're falling through a hole in the floor to the foam pit below. Drones zip through the air, catching every stumble, every misstep, and every attempt to throw off others on the dance floor. This is a competition, after all; and what fun is a dance battle without having the freedom to thwart someone else on their road to victory? The rules are simple:
 ⏵ casino royale ⏴ Out in the Agora, another popular quarterly event is being set up! The Casino Royale has been destroyed countless times, but it seems as if the Gamerunner just can't let it go - every time it gets knocked down, it gets rebuilt. There is one rule. One must take a turn at the revolving wheel just inside the door as their entry fee, and whatever the wheel lands on, they must maintain until they exit the building for the night. Sometimes, this is easier: an effect they have no control over and cannot undo even if they wanted to. Sometimes, this is more difficult: an assigned task they must complete. Failure to abide by the wheel once means receiving a penalty. Twice? Certain death if caught by any employee. The wheel's effects are as follows:
The casino is alive with the hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the steady whirl of the roulette wheels. Golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over velvet-lined tables, where fortunes are made and lost with the flick of a wrist. But something feels. . . off. The dealers never blink. The cards never seem random. And the house always wins - always. Maybe it's just paranoia, or maybe this casino is something more than just a den of chance. Tonight, you're not here just to play; you're here on a mission. You've arrived dressed to kill, blending into the sea of bodies filling the casino's floors. But you're not here to win points or boost your social standing - you're here to win intel. Somewhere in this casino is a single flash drive containing information on just how Aphaia maintains their system. The only problem? The House knows someone is coming for it. After all, they're well-aware of the game: whoever retrieves the flash drive will obtain information on how to flip the script, to change the rules of the game to fit their wants and needs, rather than following the current Gamerunner. After all, this is the Gamerunner's Stratagem that Aurora has sent them out on! Many apply for 'employment' within the Casino Royale in hopes of getting insider information on where the flash drive is hidden and what it looks like. However, it seems that even the employees have no clue where it has been hidden. This is an extension of our Aphaia Mission! We have included enough information in this post that catching up to current in game logs isn't necessary to play with it, but you are welcome to use any part of the Aphaia setting in your prompts as you'd like. Current players are also welcome to bring the events from this TDM into their in-game threads. This mission can happen outside of time as needed! Incoming characters will find themselves introduced to Aphaia as they arrive. Current characters may find Aurora calling on them to visit Aphaia after the current mission for the Gamerunner's Stratagem. Characters already in game are welcome to post to the TDM, too! Please mark them as current characters in your header. Threads can be kept as game canon as long as both characters get into the game! Please direct all questions relating to this log to our mod queries comment! All other questions can be directed to our FAQ. |
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[Look. Obviously he's still going to take Julian up on that offer, even if it's random and awkward and unnecessary. Mostly because rejecting a stupid hug would be hypocritical as fuck, and Quentin has a strict policy on only being a hypocrit when it benefits him. And also he absolutely refuses to be a bigger tsundere than Julian Keller. Refuses.
Enjoy Quentin Hug 2.0, asshole. >:( ]
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You're welcome, loser.
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[Because obviously Julian didn't know anything about hugs before. At least that's what Quentin is choosing to believe right now. Otherwise him not initially accepting Quentin's is insulting and rude and personal.
Also he's just gonna... stay here for a bit. Why? He's not even actually sad. Because Julian, despite Quentin's bitching, is very aggravatingly a better hugger. Just objectively better. Dude has this stupid effortlessly charismatic warmth to him—when he's not being a godawful ornery prick, that is—that Quentin cannot pull off no matter how he tries, and if he absolutely must be reminded of his utter lack of rizz, he's damn well going to get some free oxytocin out of it.]
Oh, uh... Idie's good now, by the way. Probably should've mentioned that. I know you don't really know her that well, but—yeah. She's on my new squad.
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Idie's a big girl, she can handle herself.
( well. mostly. about as much as any of the rest of them can, which generally isn't too terrible. julian's fine on his own most days. quentin may need a babysitter, but it isn't because he isn't capable. it's because he's a follower, and significantly more comfortable dealing with crap when he doesn't have to be the one making choices. which julian gets, even if he isn't like that.
his arms remain loosely around quentin, not pulling back but not forcefully continuing the hug either. quentin can take a step back out of it whenever he wants to - or give julian few more moments, and he'll shove him away. )
Surprised she decided to work with you again though.
( given, you know, the pit. )
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If you can believe it, Cyclops is the one who recruited her.
[Is that an indirect admission that Quentin is on a team led by the one and only Scott Summers? Don't worry about it.]
She keeps our heads on straight. You know, making sure we don't repeat the same mistakes, get too stuck in the past, all that jazz. Also the first time we met up after—uh, everything [aka the Pit] was after Sabretooth chopped my fucking head off, so, you know. I got a few sympathy points with her, which helped.
[No explanation about how he "met" her with his head chopped off. Again, don't worry about it. He looks away from his jacket temporarily to point at Julian with a scolding tilt of his head.]
Better thank your lucky stars we were busy during your whole Krakoan stunt with the Cuckoos. We never heard anything about it, or she'd legit have fried your ass. You'd have to introduce yourself as Julian "Charcoal" Keller.
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because it's not as if julian hates him or anything, it's just - their relationship is complicated. more often than not, summers spends his time fucking julian over. when he bothers to acknowledge his existence at all. )
I wasn't there, so I don't know what the hell brought me to that point.
( he wasn't there yet. but he can imagine why he pushed that far: the loss of krakoa must have hurt. julian hasn't experienced it first hand yet, and yet it still hurts. just knowing the inevitability of it is enough for julian to sympathize with whatever dumbass move future him pulled. )
Besides, you would've been there, right? You saying you would've just let her fry me?
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He does Julian the favor of not belaboring the "I haven't gotten there yet" point, because he does know that stings. It'll sting for a while. Instead, he's going to focus on the second comment. Aka, the one he can be kind of an asshole about.
Quentin taps his chin in an exaggerated show of contemplation.]
Hmm, let's see. My ex-girlfriend who is near and dear to my heart or some asshole jock in a lame Magneto cosplay? You're right, that is a tough choice.
[There's just enough hints of a smile at the corners of his eyes to show that he's not entirely serious.]
Anyway, pretty sure Idie's the one person I know who has worse anger issues than you. Like hell am I pissing her off. I like living, thanks.
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they're fine.
well. as fine as they tend to get, anyway. )
Idie wouldn't kill me. She likes me too much.
( does she. does she really.
doesn't matter, because it's the story julian's sticking with. )
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I never said she'd kill you. I said she'd barbeque you. Big difference.
[Quentin looks entirely too smug about his semantics, until he recalls something that makes his face brighten, and he can feel a—gasp—genuine smile tugging at his mouth.]
Aw, shit, dude, speaking of barbeque, you'll never guess who's the cook at our new base. Glob Fucking Herman. He's actually kind of incredible, honestly. Got a greenhouse and shit and he feeds all of us, including Cain, who's fucking ginormous. Cooked for all of the Avengers one time, too. Big doofus is super into it.