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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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No.
[Barnabas answers simply.]
I would not say many have had the privilege to partake my scent... nor the foolishness to speak upon it.
[Allowing a beat to rest between them, a few steps punctuating his response, he allows his eyes to drift to Mythos for but a moment, then he cast them ahead once more.]
Does it... stoke the flame of your hunger?
[The thought of Mythos taking in the smell of him, his hunger tantalized by his would-be prey...it is an intoxicating thought. Or it would be, if such could pierce the miasma of aether which smothers such a feeling, such... excitement. It claws at it all the same, digs against the fog of it all, his mind tantalized by the thought of those claws boring through it all, those claws making him bleed from the inside out...
Yet, for now, he keeps himself controlled, as he should be. An image of perfect obedience, like a prized stallion his spirit broken. Attractive in its domestication, in feigned dignity, yet in truth such submission requires the sacrifice of that very dignity.
Barnabas would sacrifice it a thousand times over if he must, if that is what He required of him...]
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I imagine most people don't have the privilege of getting very close to you. Would you punish someone for getting so close, for commenting on something so personal?
[While Barnabas glances, Clive stares. There is something so suspiciously casual about how Barnabas speaks of something so visceral. He wonders what it would take to break that veneer of calm.]
Hmm.
[Clive reaches over and plucks a loose hair off of Barnabas' collar, brushing the edge of his ear lightly before pulling back and examining the dark strand. He twists it between his fingers, marveling at the smoothness of it.]
You would like that, wouldn't you?
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[Though, the simple comment and proximity would not bring them death, nor less anger Barnabas, it does not mean such acts were welcome. Mythos, however, is different. No one in Waloed would chance to offend the king, even if he was not like to kill for such a pointless reason.
The brush of a finger to his ear sends a muted sensation through him, a weak tingle of excitement that struggles against the weight of his Lord's merciful tranquility. His remains stoic, unfazed to any observers, but if one were to look into his eyes they might see the faint glimmer of something within their ashen depths.]
I am not a slave to desire, Mythos. I but labor to bring about the salvation of all. Should you embrace your nature...then yes, I would find it most agreeable.
[Barnabas is doing his best to ignore that Mythos has one of his hairs, twisting it between his fingers like he is. He must, or else his mind will wonder towards thoughts of those fingers on him, his hands upon him... grabbing, squeezing, tearing at him...
The corridor for the haunted hotel is in sight at least, and so such troubling thoughts will find their end soon enough, or so he reasons.]
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[Clive continues to play with the hair between his fingers. His mind wanders to what it might be like to touch more of Barnabas' hair. He looks over at this assumedly late-night walking companion, debating the merits of potentially losing a finger to his curiousity.]
But I'm not. So I'll take that chance.
[At least ire would be something.
Clive traces the single hair along his own cheekbone and shivers a little at the tickle. Not wanting to discard it, but not knowing what else to do with it, he tucks the hair into his shirt.]
You know I'm not the agreeable type. And you know what?
[Clive says a silent goodbye to any one of his fingers and reaches out to tuck some of Barnabas' hair behind his ear, lingering for a moment to savor the silken texture before grabbing Barnabas' earlobe and twisting.]
I think you would be bored if I were.
[Clive thinks of the rare spark in Barnabas' eye from earlier when Clive confronted him on the stairs. He thinks about Barnabas lording over him at the bottom of the ocean, at the facial expressions when they fought the first time, and he is suddenly very certain of this.]
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They need not be people for this, they need only be obedient extensions of God.
These thoughts are swiftly interrupted by that finger tucking his hair behind his ear, an act so gentle and intimate that his breath freezes in his throat. Though he attempts to continue on without reaction, he is not allowed such grace.
His own actions are immediate, swift as shadow, he grasps Mythos' wrist with a firm hand, pulling him forward with enough force to slip behind him. Pinning his arm to his back as he presses Mythos' front to the nearest wall within moments, taking full advantage of his drunken state to do so.
Though he likewise presses against him, to pin him there with the weight and strength of his body, a knee pressing between his legs. Barnabas' mouth draws close to his would-be savior's ear as he hotly yet quietly whispers, hunger lacing his words:]
You are in no state to take me.
[Barnabas, subtle as he can, breathes deep of him, his gaze darkening...]
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This time, though, it feels different.
He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his blood singing through his veins, satisfaction bringing a smirk to his face even as he is being pushed against a wall. He knows that he doesn’t have the stability to fight Barnabas. He isn’t a fool. So why does the drive to find what can pick Barnabas apart burn so strongly?
At the full-body press of Barnabas against him, his mind finally catches up with his body. He shudders at the feeling of the other man’s breath washing over the sensitive skin of his neck, the dangerous depth of his voice at the edge of control. There. There it is. The composure, cracking. Another unbidden shiver runs through him.]
Maybe not.
[Clive knows he can’t get the leverage he wants, not with one arm twisted behind his back and Barnabas’ leg forced between his, but inaction his not an option. There is nothing gentle about how Clive threads the fingers of his free hand into Barnabas’ hair this time. He grips the other man’s hair and pulls]
[Clive’s voice, when he speaks, comes out the low heat of steadily burning brimstone.]
But when has that ever stopped me?
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No... In this moment, all that matters is the heat of Mythos against him, the hard press of their bodies, and that intoxicating scent... The hint of fire to the natural musk of him.
It is enough to drive any red-blooded man wild, but Barnabas is not quite that, now is he?
Still, he cannot deny the emphatic swell of heat he feels stir within him, and how it battles with his blessed ataraxia... how it is not only heat that begins to swell, particularly with that hand in his hair, the arousing pull of it, and Mythos' defiance... That much is apparent with how he presses against him.]
Mythos...
[It is said in a scolding tone, yet there is a thread of something else within it. Want, perhaps? Desire? Barnabas would deny such, and he has to deny him here too. Thus he uses that hold on Mythos' arm to twist it painfully behind his back further, pulling him back before slamming him against the wall again with his own body.]
This impetuous nature will avail you naught. I am not wont to reward a boy who rebels so. In time... you shall have me, but not this night.
[However much his body might want it.
With that, however, he releases Mythos' arm.]
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It had been some time since Clive had someone pressed so firmly against him that his body was not hiding its secrets. Nor, he could feel, was Barnabas’. Clive’s heart beat wildly, hard enough that he wondered if Barnabas could feel it on his chest.
And as much as he hated that damned name, the way Barnabas said it made him want to rip it out of his mouth in a way that was far less familiar than usual.
For a moment, he is grateful for the flash of pain from the renewed twisting and being shoved back against the wall. It gives his mind the briefest moment of reprieve, even when his body is so acutely aware of every inch of a man he arguably should not desire even remotely.
When Barnabas’ words wash over him, another pulse of warmth runs through him. At the release of pressure, Clive whips around and presses a hand flat against Barnabas’ chest, cobalt eyes alight. He could feel the sparks of flames just under his skin, and he felt like he could combust.]
Don’t disappoint me.
[He leans in.]
And make sure not to make promises you can’t keep.
[With a final shove to his chest, Clive pushes away from temptation. He gives the other man one more slow, torturous look over before turning away towards the hotel and the stairs that will lead him to his room.]
Good night, Barnabas.