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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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But Barbara is steadfast in focusing on trying to sleep, and if two or three questions she hasn't asked yet come to mind, she doesn't think about asking them. She turns them over in her thoughts, like something she could manipulate with her hands, but she doesn't break the silence. She knows Dick needs the rest—the same as she can tell he's fighting his own restlessness with everything, against everything, to get there—and she knows today has been stressful enough. So, no. It's not easy, and at some point, she does turn on her back, arms crossed over her stomach under the blankets, but sleep comes. Slowly, nebulously.
Somewhere, just as she's finally slipping off, some part of her knows,
it's not the silence, but the sound of Dick breathing, that makes her able to.
Which, perhaps, makes it all the more ironic when it is the thing that drags her back upward from the depths, too. Soft and slow and deep. Somewhere just above her, against the curve of her forehead. Soft and slow and deep. Shifting the hair that's fallen over the side of her face, so that it tickles the rise of her cheek and the edge of her jaw. Soft and slow and deep. As she realizes it's the movement beneath her other cheek, too.
Barbara's not entirely awake, but she's not asleep enough to not work out that equation—as her eyes slit open just barely, just enough to verify, even in the pitch dark of the night, yes, she is somehow curled up against Dick's chest, as well as the rest of him—and the next sound is her own soft huff.
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This is home, no matter where he is.
It's not a stifling sort of grasp though, he's not clinging, just holding. Eventually there might be some subconscious, affectionate nuzzling against her hair or her cheek or her shoulder, wherever his face happens to be, as he slides a little closer toward consciousness, but it's very unlikely that he's going to be the first one to wake up this time.
As if he's ever eager to drag himself out of bed when Barbara is with him.
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With evaporating ease, that she knows was there when she was asleep, because she can feel it as everything else spills like ink into that restful nebulousness. She should move. Which somehow, is right when Dick buries his face into her hair, in her skin. Soft lips, and warm breath, and a night's slight prickle of stubble. Not quite a kiss. As if some part of him had heard her thoughts. If she thought it ached a second ago, the surprise, the warmth, the tenderness—a million million memories of seconds just like it, and the dizzy swoop of a want, a longing, a sadness she's kept so tightly tied down for months—causes her to shiver before she can even think to tamp it down.
Her skin prickling as the thing inside her chest expanded like a bruise.
Babs' eyes close, partly. Summoning sense, like some sword against the darkness, against the tiny voice saying how easy it would be just to let herself fall back asleep, not know, pretend and let herself have this until morning, until daylight. But she can't. And even if she could? She can't with him. Never with him. (He's too important. The most important person in her life, in her heart.)
Babs' voice is calm when she speaks,
at least that's what she tells herself,
but that might not entirely be true.
"Dick."
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"Mmm?"
He's all loose, relaxed limbs and sleepy warmth of his own already, but whatever she needs he'll give it to her, unquestioning. But as far as he's concerned this is almost as close to perfect as it gets, and he's not expecting it to be anything other than what it is— a shared reassurance, comforting, an intimacy that's as simple as an enveloping hug. And don't they both deserve that?
If she moves away he won't try to pull her back. But he won't pull away himself, he only just decided, once and for all, with her help, that he wasn't going to swing away, not this time.
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She doesn't care if he decides to be sarcastic or serious or shocked about it, as she's probably hitting sore muscles, even if it's not the worst of the worst spots or related to actualizer muscles that are standing in for those other worst ones. If she has to be even half-awake with this sudden revelation, it's only fair that he is, too.
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Not a literal one anyway. He's pretty sure that he wouldn't have migrated over to her side of the bed, generally when he's tired and he finally sleeps there's very little tossing and turning, but he can't completely rule it out. Or, possibly, she could have rolled over and gotten scooped up in his arms, because that's what he would do when he's asleep and she's (at least from his perspective) moving in toward him.
He's pulling back that arm so that he can rub his palm over his face anyway, still sleepy and muffled, but he's awake now, if still too tangled in the blankets and a bit underneath her, he's not trying to extricate himself yet.
"Sorry. Do I need to move?"
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Maybe not the question either, if it's the most apparent and easiest assumption he can make. She's not sure he's wrong to ask it. She's not sure why she hadn't just gently extricated herself from his arms and shifted slow as she could not to wake him while doing so, to let him sleep, let him even begin to heal up. For all that, she made sure to poke her somewhere kind; she knows she's lying on patches of color bruising, too.
She turns her head, chin settling light against his chest, and somehow, she doesn't have any words. Does she want him to move? Is there even enough bed on that side for him to move? Are they in the middle or more on one side? She hadn't thought to figure out any of that and hadn't thought of anything but him, below her and around her.
There's a sigh out her nose, which is probably hard to distinguish in emotion.
But she hasn't moved, and she's staring at him through the darkness.
What was the point of waking him if she had no words?
A faint frown there, more frustrated at herself than him.
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The sigh, and the lack of movement on her part, tell him what he needs to know, and extrapolating from that he thinks he's imagining exactly the cant of her eyebrows, the press of her lips, a conflict in her eyes. The harder part is knowing what's the right thing to do when she's grappling with complicated feelings that he really has no basis for himself, as much as he can try to put himself in her shoes and think about what it would be like if their positions were reversed.
His own sigh is softer, not frustrated with either her or himself, just at this whole situation, no one had any control over that, and all he can do here is what feels right. Which is reaching out with his free hand to brush the back of his fingers lightly across her jaw and cheek, gentle and affectionate, brief enough that he hopes it won't cause her a whole new flutter of indecision.
"Wherever you want to be, Babs, you'll always have a place right here."
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But. No. No, she doesn't want that memory,
Or the reminder of each counted day,
and she squeezes her eyes shut.
Her jaw knits and unknits, and she opens her eyes, pushing for something that considers itself a fully coherent sentence. Then, she chooses something from ten feet over. And maybe it does divert, but it doesn't entirely change the topic. (And she still hasn't moved away.) Chin still steady, but light, so it's not digging in. "Why did you say earlier you think this is easier for you?"
Of course, she'd been turning over the exact words and the look on his face before she turned away, before she and sleep had finally found each other. Other people had hazy recollections of the words they said, that others said, but Barbara never did. And she could replay a memory a million times, from across all her years, without a touch of degradation. She may have turned away, but hadn't missed either.
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The question isn't exactly a difficult one. He knows why he said it, and it seems plenty obvious, but he's admittedly reluctant to actually talk about it. He's already all too aware of what feels like a wedge between them that just wasn't there before, and he's already got so many pressing emotions that thinking about it makes his chest feel tight, as if he's having to literally hold too much in, putting a spotlight on it can't make it any better.
But she wants to know, and he has no unselfish reason to deny her.
"Because I lost over a year of time and you're the only one who remembers it." He sighs, gentle, his fingers brushing through her hair at the side of her face, sweeping it behind her before his hand settles back against his own side. "It's not easy for me, knowing that, but it has to be harder for you."