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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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[ He glances down at his damaged left hand, uncertain. He has no idea if it'll work, if he'll simply ruin the arm even further, and he's too weak to strike with his usual power—
But it would be fast. And if there is a backup, it should short it out.
He flexes his hand, grimacing at the way the joints of his fingers grind, at the dullness of the metal, and shakes his head. Another way, then.
He's in motion in the next second, his sword a sparking blur as he rushes in and forces himself up into the air, as high as he can get before he slashes in a sweeping arc. Electricity flows from the cut, sheeting over the creature in sparking waves, focused on the head his companion had pointed out.
With some luck, it'll short the thing out. Then again, he hasn't exactly been what he would call all that lucky lately. ]
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The scorpion is completely and utterly electrocuted, and it collapses to the ground.
Accelerator watches for a moment, then steps over to the scorpion, poking at its body. The electron flow is still there so it isn't dead, but it's pretty clear from the measurements he's receiving that this thing isn't getting up anytime soon. Accelerator drops his hand and steps back.]
Looks like that worked. [He glances over, curious.] Was that magic?
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No. Not magic.
[ Somewhere behind his weariness, there might almost be a thin hint of amusement, wry and familiar. He'd spent a lot of time back in Lumière trying to remind people that pictos aren't some dangerous, unknowable sorcery, but the public perception of them had always been a little wary. ]
A kind of, a... technique.
How could you find the flow of electrons?
[ He might be about to fall over, but there's a Science Mystery afoot here, and that takes precedence. ]
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I'm psychic. It wasn't hard.
[... That isn't much of an answer, either.
He steps away from the creature, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans with a look of disapproval on his face. Did that fancy electric attack push him too hard? Maybe he shouldn't taken the lead.]
You need a fucking doctor.
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That would probably be a good idea, yeah.
[ He turns his head to glance over at the younger man, a wry tug to the corner of his mouth despite the pallor of his skin and the way he looks like he might vomit any second. ]
Happen to have one handy? Maybe a healing tincture or two?
[ Whatever might get him over the hump enough that he can go find someplace to lie down for a while and try to focus on not bleeding out. ]
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... Then again, even something ridiculous like that would be better than having nothing. It's not like he carries a first aid kit on himself, and he's fairly sure pocket tissues aren't going to do a hell of a lot. Which just leaves -]
.......................
[Uuuuugh. He glances away, irritated.]
Where's the worst of the wound?
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But Lune isn't here. Sciel, Maelle, none of them are here.
He straightens, carefully, metal left hand pressed to one of the two large, barely-healed wounds in his torso, one a little lower on the left side of his abdomen, one struck into the dead center of his chest, which works a little too rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. Whatever brought him here had fixed him up, but only to the bare minimum, and he has a sneaking suspicion he might have opened at least one of those wounds back up again, fresh blood trickling into his already stained uniform.
He glances down at his hand over the wound, back at the younger man, lifts his shoulders in a tired shrug. His uniform is ruined on both sides of each wound, front and back; whatever struck him had apparently gone straight through. ]
Could be better, yeah.
cw: medical stuff, blood, being morbid about injuries
He settles on what he's going to do, stopping in front of him with a severe frown.]
I don't wanna hear any complaints.
[And then he proceeds to stick his fingers directly into the chest wound. Probably not the best feeling, but after a few seconds any bleeding from both wounds is going to fade as he starts doing the calculations to make sure that flow of blood is circulating like normal.]
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[ But he can't continue, because the next sound he makes isn't a word, exactly. It's more of a surprised, strangled sound, edged with pain as the younger man shoves his fingers unceremoniously into his chest. His heart flutters, panicked, and his breath comes fast and too light; he almost sways on his feet, too shocked to do much more than reach a hand to grip the other's shoulder.
The benefits go unnoticed for the moment, as he struggles to stay standing, fingers gripping at the young man's shoulder. ]
What— what are you—
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Though, there's a brief split second when he's grabbed that he twitches, but he's whitelisted the guy in his reflection to be able to treat him safely, so there's no worry about any bones breaking.]
First aid.
[His tone is a bit dry, but he'll at least offer more of an explanation this time:]
I can manipulate vectors. That means I have complete control anything that has a vector, including shit like your blood, all the way down to the individual atoms that make up your cells. I'm forcing hemostasis right now, so your body will start to repair the damage to your blood vessels. I'm also controlling the flow of your blood, and making sure your internal organs are functioning properly by controlling the electrical signals being sent to them.
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It's almost enough to distract him from the distinct discomfort of having those fingers in his chest. Almost.
But there are still fingers in his chest and so he nods tightly, does his best to calm his breathing, his heartrate, while his mind whirs. When he speaks, his voice is a little tight, but he tries for conversational. ]
Handy. I could have used someone like you on the team back home to help keep the city's infrastructure running smoothly.
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Tche, like I'd have the time. I have my own city I'm responsible for.
[Imagine helping run two cities?? Good lord, even he isn't that much of a workaholic.
He does flick his gaze up, briefly.]
Where are you from?
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[ His voice is still taut, but he forces it into evenness. He needs to stay calm, and not only for him; the last thing he wants to do is startle the person with fingers digging into his chest. He winces, slight, but otherwise doesn't move. ]
An island, broken off from the main continent years ago, but most of the city stayed intact. As you can probably imagine, it requires a lot of upkeep, considering the infrastructure fractured along with the land beneath it.
[ His breath is trying to speed up again; he slows it, consciously, fingers fisting at his side. ]
What's your city like? What's it called?