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TDM 008
content warnings for this TDM include: gambling references, mild horror themes and suggestive content  ⏵ arrival⏴ Arrival does not happen as Aurora usually plans for it. Newcomers generally find themselves waking up within the hospital, are given a brief overview of their situation, and sent on their way. Now? They wake up immersed in a game within The Gold Saucer. But it doesn't quite feel like a game: whether it's snowy mountains, riding a chocobo as you listened to the wind quickly pass by your ears, or in the middle of a battle with a beast, it feels utterly real. It's only after the game concludes - either by winning or losing - that you find yourself back in the main game area. A bot, dressed as personnel in this lavish playground, approaches each arrival with an earpiece allowing them to communicate with those in their same situation. It also serves to inform them of their goal: collect enough gold saucer points (or GP) by playing the games to acquire a card fashioned to their own likeness from the game counter. Then, they must trade it for someone else's. Seems simple enough, right? Hopefully the cards aren't too expensive...  ⏵ the gold saucer ⏴ The Gold Saucer is an ode to the very idea of fun. It’s huge, labyrinthine, colorful, and lively. Everywhere you look, there’s something to do. At the same time, it’s also impossible to tell what time it is. There are no windows to the outside, there are no clocks. This place is beyond such a thing. There are games everywhere you look, ranging from the pseudo-gambling to sports to pixelated video games in cabinets. Yet no matter which boxing game, pinball machine, or skeeball machine you look at, the same creatures and themes arrive. Cactuars, chocobos, the fiercest Behemoth, the cuddliest Moogle… For those from the realms of Final Fantasy, this will feel natural- homey even. Everyone else will simply understand that there is a fairly strong central theme here about magic, machines, and monsters. It’s hard to tell how long you spend here, and it seems to sit outside of the very concept of time. Still, there are many restaurants, lounges, and vending machines. There are shops and costume rentals. There are even little pharmacies with headache remedies if the partying gets out of hand. And when you grow tired, there is a hotel- though it is made up like a haunted house, you can count on getting some semi-restful sleep.  ⏵ playtime ⏴ At first, stepping through to play any of these games may make participants wonder if they have been teleported somewhere else entirely. But on closer inspection, all the skies above are merely well-constructed interiors with painted ceilings. After all, it always seems to be daytime during these games. Snowboarding - Race to the bottom of the mountain, but avoid obstacles and complete as many tricks as possible! Chocobo Racing- Race on Chocobo-back around a treacherous outdoors race track which can either be taking place in a desert, a swampy forest, or upon an island beach. Work in tandem with your rented bird and against your competition by throwing hazards in their way or utilizing buffs garnered on the track. Different colored birds will yield different advantages. Yellow - Good All Rounder Red - Fast, but hard to steer Blue - Slower, but very easy to steer. Much easier to pick up items from them. Green- Resilient against traps and sabotage Colosseum Battle- Face off against the fiercest beasts around. Pair up with friends or rivals to Collaborate or Compete to do the most damage and deliver the final blow. These battles are synced to the comparative power of the one entering the competition. We wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt unnecessarily, after all. And indeed, no one will get seriously, gruesomely, or permanently injured in these battles. Those without fighting capabilities can rent weapons outfitted Materia to assist them in their trial. These will allow anyone to cast spells, though not guarantee any better wielding of weapons. There are a hundred rounds, starting with fairly simple Spriggans, ranging all the way up to blood-thirsty Behemoths to challenge even the most battle-hardened hero. Leap of Faith- Players are presented with an obstacle course that stretches a hundred feet into the air upon floating platforms and islands. Both are held aloft by magical crystals. Powers are entirely nerfed, though falling and hitting the ground is strangely painless. Those who collect the most silver and gold statuettes of cactuars placed at random throughout the course will be awarded proportionate GP; though there is a bonus for those that reach the very top first. Triple Triad- Everywhere you look, people are playing this game on little 3 by 3 boards, or any surface with enough space. You will be given a loaner deck to play with. Are you clever enough to defeat your fellows. Fashion Report- Theobold, familiar to some, stands by himself in a little booth with a dressing room and an incredibly expansive walk-in closet. He is a robot of distinguished fashion and strong opinions on those fashions. Do you dare subject yourself to his scrutiny? Come prepare in his wondrous closets to make the best outfit for the chance to win a prize. Please submit your fashion here! There are Arcade Machines and activities galore. If you can think of it, it’s probably there- Just with that Final Fantasy pastiche on it, of course.  ⏵ the beehive lounge ⏴ There are other places to eat at the Gold Saucer, but the vending machines and cafés all pale in comparison to the dinners at the Beehive. For all the rave reviews, there is a dress code at the Beehive, and this is literal. If you step inside and are not currently wearing a dress, you will be ushered into a sideroom and appropriately made over. However, this is only for those trying to go in through the normal doors. Around the side there happens to be an employee entrance, manned by a bot. He will only allow those in who seem like they intend to work— and therefore must be wearing at least one piece of the Bunnysuit Collection to trick the guard. Once you are made over or have snuck in, you are free to relax inside with drinks, dine on a fine meal, watch the dancers, or participate yourself if you feel brave enough. Why would anyone ever dance here? Well, that’s simple. It pays really well. So if you’re sick of games, or terrible at them— you can always come dance for a shift. Though, don't get any unseemly ideas about freeing yourself of your clothing, this isn't that kind of establishment!  ⏵ haunted house ⏴ When you grow too weary or drunk from a day of games, you may be directed to somewhere a little quieter to sleep. Up the elevator, and through the doors reveals a modest walk through some woods until a quaint, victorian hotel appears. It is always nighttime here, and the stars and moon twinkle above. The receptionist, a bot in a rather bedraggled-looking chocobo mascot costume checks you in and shows you to your room. You can sleep here, especially if you can tolerate the hokey haunted decorations strung up around the place. Though sometimes, late at night, there will come a vigorous thumping on the door to startle sleeping patrons awake- Only for the culprit to vanish and be impossible to locate.  ⏵ ticket counter ⏴ The prize counter is manned by a bot and has a sign posted overhead. Most prizes will be handed over inside an appropriately sized wrapped box, as the contents are a mystery.
This TDM may be treated as a mini-Mission. Time will not pass inside of it in relation to the world outside - meaning, this can be happening at any time between late May into early July! This Gold Saucer is a bit of a mix between that of FF7's and FF14's, but it also has some things that neither have as well. Any inaccuracies are entirely intentional, aimed to make this rest within a space of uncanny valley for those who are familiar. While otherwise being a bit of a chaotic fantastical funhouse for everyone else! If there is something unlisted, chances are it will exist if it is in either of the other versions of the Gold Saucer. 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 to our mod queries comment! |
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[Not the most helpful, he knows.]
The closer you can get the damage to its center, the more it does. Which usually means getting close to its mouth.
[Speaking of, Clive does a quick dash, leaving flames in his wake, to get a flurry of blows, both with his sword and his flames, in and around its mouth before spinning back out of the way. The stench roiling off of the thing sticks to the back of his throat and he grimaces.]
Manifest?
[Clive notices the all-to-familiar build up to the creature’s fetid breath and dodges behind it. In a flash of light, pale, scaled wings burst from his back. He flaps them once and orbs of light fly forward to swirl around the creature, causing it to stagger and slow it’s disgusting onslaught. Just as quickly as they were there, the wings are gone and Clive is back on the ground.]
Yeah. These guys are real charmers. It’ll dissipate. Just stay out of the cloud while its here. And shoot it in the mouth.
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( His direction to shoot at the center has her aiming for its mouth whenever she can get a clean shot through its thrashing limbs. Thankfully distance isn't an issue with her weapons of choice for this battle, but it's still a pain. Even if she can send some of her resonance into the guns once again, charging the materia beyond their designed limits to release a double shot — not landing central to that gaping maw, but tearing into the left side and leaving a very noticeable dent.
She doesn't hang around to admire it, given the cloud has decided to drift toward where she'd been standing. Instead, she calls out: )
Manifest's probably the wrong word! Whatever you're doing, that energy, that kind of thing!
( Her mind is not on a level to go, you know, probably magic, but it's all genetic superpowers back home, so what does it really mean? ... That she's very fish out of water at the moment beyond the actual fighting. )
Do you have a big attack that we can launch right into that thing? Because if you do, I can help boost it!
( ..................... Probably. It's just as likely she'll have to be in physical contact, which is a bit awkward with sword-work. She doesn't know the shape of his energy or have more than a casual trust in what he does, so direct resonance is about all that'll work — and that because she also isn't inclined to fear or hate strangers.
She's just... going to not bother with semantics as she gets a few more shots off, sadly not all landing in that creature's central mass. Annoying. )
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[Once this thing is dead and he can give his companion his undivided attention. All of the things he could learn and the only thing that was in the way was a fucking morbol.]
I do.
[Not sure how close he needs to be to her, Clive dashes away from the creature, getting closer to his companion, close enough where shouting isn't as necessary.]
It's lightning. Do you need to prepare?
[Ramuh's power was already starting to dance up his arm, purple and crackling and excited for release.]
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Strangers are, after all, still strange. )
Just need a hand on you — do you need to get in close or can you attack from this distance?
( She has a moment to again wonder why So Many Guys Are So Tall, in that disconnected way that one might also note the weather tends to be sunnier or more rainy given the region, before she's reaching out to place her hand on his mid-back. It's much more apparent just how beat up he is from this close; she grimaces in sympathy, wondering how he's holding up as well as he is before dismissing it as presently irrelevant.
When you need to, you just do.
Alex feels her core energy, and the resonance that's her extending it outward and feeding it into Clive: resonating with his energy, yes, but more specifically the power he's calling on, purple lighting or whatever it might be. Alex does her best to control how much resonance she's feeding him to bolster his attack, until she feels he's directing that energy right into what he's intending; then she lets more loose, without fully letting go.
Too much resonance is dangerous, and she doesn't want to accidentally tip him into losing control over what he's doing right now. Probably that wouldn't happen? (Hell if she actually knows.) )
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Forgive me. And hold on.
[The fact that he is covered in dried blood doesn't register to Clive as he turns to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close. The sky darkens, and electricity crackles around the two of them. Thunder rumbles, loud and close. Clive holds out his free hand and shouts, a staff of gnarled wood with a crackling purple orb floating in front of his open palm. The power lifts them off the ground as a monstrous bolt of lightning, larger than any Clive remembers casting before, falls from the sky to collide with the monster.
Before the morbol has even half a chance to react, Clive twists the two of them in the air and rains a second bolt down on the creature. The crackle of ozone and a crater of mangled plant matter is all that is left once Clive sets down once more. He lets his partner down and stares down at her in wonder.]
That magic... It's never felt like that before. How did you do that?
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So she keeps her one hand firmly in place and otherwise braces and wraps her free arm around him in turn. She squints against the light crackling in his palm to start, trying to fix her attention on the creature — and the first massive bolt of lighting that cleaves into it.
Alex doesn't have a chance to react before they're moving? Twisting? She just shuts her eyes and listens as the second energy bolt comes crashing down, a faint ozone-like smell in the air after. )
Talk about impressive.
( She says, set back on her feet and letting her hands fall away from him, before remembering: right. All that encrusted blood?! And whatever he's saying right now too. )
Uh, I'm happy to explain about my Evol, but how about we get you seen first? What even happened to you before this battle?
( She gestures to All Of Clive, who does not look like he strolled in from a walk through the park and then had a bit of a conversation with a morbol. He looks more like he fought through a park of massive thorn vines, tumbled down a few gullies, and then had a conversation with a morbol. )
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Ah, that is probably a good idea.
[Clive stumbles when he tries to walk more than a couple of paces and braces himself on his knees, taking slow breaths. It hurts to breathe too deep, but if he doesn't then passing out might be higher on the agenda than anticipated.]
I came from a different battle from an opponent far stronger than this one. His sword is sharper than any other weapon I have ever seen and he wields it with impressive precision.
[Clive's smile is bitter.]
If he wanted me dead, I would be dead.
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Sounds like a jerk. Or someone who wants more out of you and hasn't had the decency to say what it is yet... While acting like a jerk.
( Cat and mouse games, or else the sort of game where you didn't know you were running a maze to another person's shifting rules for the walls within. Or it could just be a jerk. There's plenty of those in any world, she supposes. )
Here, let me help. I'm much stronger than I look.
( Given that she's built along athletic lines, and while not the shortest out there, she's still not what one would call tall. Average was the correct, and at times exceedingly annoying, reality.
If he does accept, she'll sling an arm over her shoulders and wrap her own arm around his waist. She can be a balance and brace easily enough. Clive's about the same size as some of the men she's had to do this for before, and far less dead weight than others. )
Are swords the more common means of fighting where you're from? Or just that you and whatever jerk did this to you ( ........... she's rolling with jerk ) both favor swords over anything else?
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Oh, he has told me exactly what he wants from me. I just refuse to give it to him. You would think that would piss him off, but no. He just gets more... intense about it.
[There isn't really a polite way to say that a man is obsessed with making you the appropriate vessel for his God so they can take away the free will of every human on the planet but seems to also enjoy playing cat and mouse with you.]
You look strong to me. Who has told you otherwise?
[Clive knows a well-trained person when he sees one and is very aware that the size of a person matters little when it comes to battle prowess. He gratefully leans on her, but still tries not to put too much weight down. Less because he doesn't believe she can handle it and more because he doesn't want her to have to.
He chuckles again when she calls Barnabas a jerk. She's spunky. The energy reminds him a little of Mid.]
Swords are a very common weapon where I come from. We don't have what you do. What did you call them? Guns?
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( Not to say the mysterious sorts who don't want to say what they want from you aren't irritating, but the ones who like to tell you exactly what they want when it's nothing you're ever going to agree with are... worse... and usually relentless. )
Oh, just people with more hormones than sense.
( Is her answer, very upbeat and unconcerned if hormones is even a word in his lexicon. (More it doesn't occur to her.) She helps support him out of the arena, calling out for directions to the medical area once she sees any of the support staff. It's fairly straightforward to then head that direction once they have an answer, and a double thumbs up from the employee giving it to them for a "spectacular finishing move." )
Guns, yeah. These ones aren't like my usual, but they're similar enough. Guns are like... do you have fireworks where you're from? Cannons? Anything that uses black powder to cause small explosions?
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I would love to see how he would react to that. Maybe I’ll tell him the next time I see him.
[Clive thinks about the machines of war back home and how heavily they all rely on magic. He isn’t sure he has ever seen a black powder that can cause projectiles to move at such a speed.]
Weapons we have that aren’t swords are usually powered by magic. Perhaps you could show me this powder?
[If only Cid or Mid could see it. He is sure they would love it.]
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( She toes the door all the way open leading into the medical hall, seeing instead a larger room with various beds and seats next to tables. There's a coat indicating someone usually is here, but no person visible; potions are neatly stacked on shelves near the front, a few on the tables within.
Alex aims for the closest surface, which ends up being one of the beds. )
I can see if I find a firework, one of the small ones. Might be easier than seeing if they have a traditional gun around here.
( She still has the rented ones strapped to her thighs, and she vaguely gestures toward them after he's safely settled: )
As far as I can tell, these ones are specialized to work with materia in some way. More like what I use as a Hunter, only we rely on Protocores. Makes them effective against Wanderers, and not anything or anyone else.
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[Clive props his sword against the bed and sits down with a grateful groan. He takes a couple of deep breaths before looking around the room. It was very clean for a place that hosted battles for sport. But maybe this wasn't an arena that wanted fights to the death.
Clive stares at Alex as she looks around and talks. Either he hit his head or she was using words he had never heard before.]
I have some questions. Those primarily being what are 'materia' and 'Protocores'?
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She's done enough field dressings, and been in enough clinics and hospitals for her sake and for the sake of her coworkers, to have a pretty good idea. )
Materia I can't explain so well, I know nothing about it except that it's in use here. It reminds me of Protocores -- that's what we have back home. Protocores are... uh. They're kind of like an energy center, or... core.
( The fact it's a self referential name in her attempt to explain it has her pulling a face as she lifts the tray and comes back over to where he's sitting. )
When a Wanderer is killed, what remains behind is its Protocore. They're creatures of energy given physical form, so I guess you could think of their Protocores as the energy core the rest of them forms around? Those cores get used in research and development for all sorts of technologies, including Hunter Weapons, like what I use.
( She sets down the tray, handing him the one potion? Drink? With a Recovery label on it. Then a belated thought, since this isn't her time, her place, her world: )
Do you have any cultural restrictions related to physical contact during medical treatment? I'm not a nurse or a doctor, but I've got training in first aid and field dressing and have a pretty neat line of stitches, if I have to admit to it.
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So the energy that the Wanderer leaves behind when killed is what is used in your weapons to continue to kill other Wanderers? We have a similar type of magic, but it is called aether. Every living thing has aether. Some are able to control it, in a way, and others are not. We don't have any weapons that can channel aether on their own.
[Clive takes a breath to accept the potion and drink it. He has tasted far worse concoctions in his life and this one seems to be warming him from the inside.]
Do your weapons have to be the same type as the Wanderer to be effective? And no, you are free to touch me.
[Clive starts removing his upper layers so Alex can have better access to his wounds. He sets his armor, cape, and gloves down and begins unlacing his shirt.]
Where did you learn first aid?
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No, but certain weapons are more effective against different types. I use a claymore more like what you have when I'm facing certain Wanderers, for example.
( She sits down, pulling on a pair of gloves. They're a little large for her, but she hadn't seen different sizes, just the one box of folded pairs, so it'll be what it is. )
In high school first. ( She looks up, setting gauze patches out in a line on the tray. ) Uh, I'm not sure what schooling looks like for you, but we have three levels. Elementary for the youngest kids, secondary for kids right around their early teenage years, and high school for teenagers, up until eighteen or so.
( Honestly, she's letting herself just chatter on while waiting to get a good eye on his injuries, and mentally cataloging the changes of having fibers or dirt impacting any open lacerations. Totally not from experience. Totally. )
Then I took a course at my university — that'd be the next level of education after high school. I've also been a patient most my life since... well, the Wanderers appeared. It's a little funny, since you were talking about aether, because the kind of Protocore fragments that are in my heart are called Aether too.
( Not that it's fragmented anymore, but that's not information she's talked about casually. It also is unlikely to matter: a whole core isn't why she'd been hospitalized. The fragments were.
She pours some of the antiseptic on a gauze patch, holding it at ready to use. )
Anyway, I've been active in the field as a Hunter since I graduated, and there's been a surprising amount of firsthand experience from day one.
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Formal education is generally reserved for the wealthy and nobility on my home continent, but I have had the luck to be able to work with some amazing people to create a home for those who are mistreated or abandoned by the world. There, we don't believe in keeping anyone from an education as long as they want one.
[Clive, trusting Alex to know what she is doing, watches her face instead of her hands as she works and talks. Her world sounds odd, but fascinating. She also had a way of talking that felt friendly and casual, but still a bit restrained. He wonders what she has gone through in her life for that to be her default.]
The fragments in your heart, do they hurt you?
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It does make her animated to watch, an inventory of how much she thinks she needs to address any individual laceration visible between a furrowing brow, a narrowing of eyes, or a moment of pursued lips. She's thorough, and fairly quick, cataloguing as she goes. )
Mmm, everyone does deserve that chance. I'm glad there are people like that where you're from. Public education's been free for a long time back home. Knowledge and the ability to think on your own are some of the most important skills any person can have.
( At the question about her heart's fragments, she hesitates, just for a beat. The shrug that follows as she sets another dirtied gauze pad down and picks up the saline wash is easy, and her expression matches. )
When they're acting up. Don't worry, it doesn't happen often these days. My cardiologist — my heart doctor — is one of the most brilliant people I know. If he hadn't drilled it into my head how to make sure I don't overdo things, I probably wouldn't be as healthy as I am.
( She flashes Clive a smile, not letting herself wonder about details like heart disorders and Protocore Syndrome in a situation as volatile as what they're probably in. Gold Saucer aside, because this place isn't the worst. For one, there's no one trying to set off bombs or outright murder each other. Beats the N109 Zone by a long shot. )
Protocore Syndrome hits everyone differently. I'm luckier than most.
Errand boy unlocked! haha
I agree. At the very least, I think everyone should have the choice to learn how to read and write. Hopefully, in the new world we are trying to build, that can be an option.
[If they are stuck here for any extended period of time and Alex was separated from her doctor, that may cause problems. Clive makes a mental note to try and find a doctor for Alex. He can't do any healing himself, but he sure as shit can find someone. He is not going to let this woman suffer.]
Lucky or not, please continue to be careful. If there is anything I can do to make your time here easier, tell me. I will help in any way that I can.
hahaha oh no Clive
If it's what you and your people want, it will be. Not to say it'll be easy, there's a lot involved in basic education, but when people want something enough? They can make it happen.
( She sits back a little to raise her eyebrows and get a better look at his face. )
Where I'm reckless, it's usually not with my heart involved.
( ... Some stretching of the truth may be there, but she's sincere: she doesn't play around assuming her heart's fine. She can't. Recent events have made that exceedingly clear, both in the dangers and the consequences, unfathomable as they are.
Alex returns to her work, though she ends up having to walk on her knees across part of the bed to get behind him. )
But thank you for the offer. At this point, I think the most help any of us can be for each other is directly supportive, right? If we're playing some larger game than anything here in the Gold Saucer.
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I have seen people do amazing things because they worked together. It is truly amazing what we can achieve. I only hope to be able to continue to create a world where people have that choice. Knowing that there are places out there that have achieved some of our goals is heartening.
[If only he could tell Cid. He wants to see the look on Jill and Joshua's faces when he tells them. Anyone from home, really. He tries to ignore the pang in his chest at the thought of being without them, all of them, again.]
I don't know why the powers that be would bring us here just for... whatever this is. There has to be a deeper motivation. These earpieces -
[Clive shifts to give Alex better access to his back.]
I think they have more information, but I don't know how to use it. It's not like anything I have seen before.
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Oh, right, the earpiece. Do you want a few pointers?
( She smiles, mostly to make sure her tone of voice is appropriately lightened: )
It's similar to some technologies we have back home, if a little outdated. I've been trying to find any network archives... uh, something like a library, only on the earpiece? Mine seems to be blocked, but yours might be working!
( Has this been a frustration to her? Sure, but being annoyed about it only gets her so far, and talking to people when she can find anyone who knows about "missions" and something about Aurora is a lot more productive.
Alex shifts back, sliding off the bed and starting to collect all the used supplies into a pile, half wanting to change gloves before getting the wrapped bandages and clean gauze on him. )
We should get you bandaged up, then you're as good to go as I can make you for the moment.
... Have they introduced themselves yet?
[It is no small relief that he has found someone who has a better understanding of the device and, it seems, how to navigate this strange setting. The lights alone are startling. Not fire and not crystal. He supposes they could have crystals encased in them, but the distribution seems too uniform.[
Being able to find any kind of information would be helpful, and if, for whatever reason, my device has access and yours doesn't, then I am more than happy to share.
[Clive looks around the room, trusting that Alex knows what to look for. He looks down at his discarded shirt and picks it up, brow furrowing.]
I should also try to at least rinse my shirt.
... A quick search proves that they have not managed to actually exchange names yet hahaha
( So the search for the rubbish bin is on, and located about a minute later, tucked under the desk of what probably is the main healthcare provider's desk (what kind of provider, Alex doesn't attempt to guess).
She stops by the sink to wash her hands before looking back his way: )
Not sure if there's salt in this room, but there might be at the stores around here? A good soaking in salted water helps with the blood.
( Drying her hands, she reaches up to the earpiece, turning her head to show him where she means to touch. )
You know this is on because we understand each other, but to bring up the interface, you can touch right here, if you haven't figured that out already. It's not the most intuitive.
( She taps the button, and a soft blue HUD displays roughly in front of her face, far enough away that she's not having it obstruct her field of view. )
You can move where it is by pressing in this corner, holding "down," and moving your hand to where you want to see the screen. Mine's blue because I changed the color, yours is probably going to be green.
Oopsie!
[Clive wonders about bandages as Alex bustles around. He may need some for some of the deeper wounds, but he knows that the smaller ones will likely be mostly healed by morning. One of the benefits of being a Dominant.
Clive stands carefully and goes to one of the shelves that has what look like gauze rolled up in little packages made of some sort of resistant film. He takes one of them and picks at the paper on top. He almost peels it open when he hears Alex talk and turns around to focus on her.]
That is -
[Clive moves to where Alex stands and reaches out to try and touch the interface and smiles a bit as his finger passes through the corner.]
-Amazing.
[He mimicks Alex's motions and is borderline delighted when his does the same. He tries 'tapping' something on the screen and watches in keen interest as it brings up a different display. This was like a library, but so much more compact. He'll have to dedicate time to exploring. Clive tests repeating the action that he took to turn the display on and is satisfied when it turns off.]
You know, I don't think I ever introduced myself.
[Clive nods his head in a small bow.]
My name is Clive. What's yours?
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