sweetmod: (Default)
sweetmod ([personal profile] sweetmod) wrote in [community profile] openacres2024-01-22 05:38 pm
Entry tags:

January 2024 Test Drive Meme: Our First!


Welcome to the Simulation: Our First Test Drive
Taken | Reserves | Application | Activity | TDM Questions | Premise | FAQ | Calendar
Full Navigation

Reserves open 01/27/2024 @ 12:00 AM EST
Reserves close 01/31/2024 @ 11:59 PM EST


Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Our Test Drive Memes are considered game canon and are open to current players and prospective new players alike! It is completely optional to keep your TDM threads as canon to your character's experience in the game, so feel free to play around and enjoy the flexibility before applying!

All TDM threads can be used for samples for your application and activity proofs.

All TDMs come with an additional greeting message from Daisy in addition to her typical Welcome Message. This is her message for newbies for this month:
"Hi there, Sweet Subjects! Congratulations on being the Very First Batch! That also means you're the first friends I've made for this whole project! Isn't that exciting?

Unfortunately, I have to already apologize to you. You see, I wasn't expecting you quite so soon! My math was a little off and well...There are a few kinks in the system I'm working out. But don't worry! I'll take care of everything. You can trust me. After all, we are friends, and it would be very rude to not trust your friends!

Why don't you just stay inside this little house while I fix things up? You'll be safe! P̴̥̾̉r̸̢̋́̓̀̏ó̵̧͖̈́̏̋͊̅̋̕͘b̵̛̺̞̦̳̙͒͘͜ä̸͓̗̯̺̰́̿̆͘͠b̶̭͔̯̆̒̐l̵̨̬̬̱̱̙͔̻̊̾́͠͝y̶̰̺̲̝͙͈̝͙̟̖͑̆̾̀̀͒͝!̶̱͚͙͉̠̓̒́̌̽̌̚͝

Remember: Don't open the door to strangers.

Anyway! In the meantime, get to know your fellow Sweet Subjects! After all, you're going to be spending a lot of time together!

Thank you for understanding! Good luck!

Prompt One | Prompt Two
[ Please Wait While Your Surroundings Are Loading! ]

Summary:
🌼 Content Warnings: Optional light alcohol, isolation, bad weather via thunderstorms, feeling of being watched and taunted, false information, mental manipulation, memory manipulation, memories or depictions of murder and torture

🌼 Characters wake up in an unfamiliar house during a thunderstorm. They hear Daisy's broadcast on the TV. There is a persistent knocking at the door, but you know you shouldn't open it.

🌼 Another character (or more) is in the house with you. Pictures of you both begin to take up the walls. Of memories you either really experienced or false memories. They increasingly become more violent.

🌼 A radio broadcast warns Sweet Acres residents about an escaped criminal. Paranoia grows between characters. Violence out of deluded "self-defense" may occur.

🌼 The true escape from this prompt is to just open the door. Outside, all is well and you realize the house was one giant mind fuck...Or hopefully, you realize. Your memories might be a little scrambled now.


There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

It has been a long, long, long day, hasn't it? You don't even remember sitting on the couch and you certainly don't remember dozing off. But that strange broadcast certainly woke you up and now...You are here. In an unfamiliar house with outdated wallpaper and dirty carpet. The weather outside seems frightful. Torrential downpours with clashing thunder and flashes of lightning chase even the most persistent shadows in the house.

Was the lady on the TV serious? Did you just have to wait in this lousy place for the storm to blow over? Or, wait, how did she word it? Wait while things finish configuration. Damn, your head is hurting and you could use a drink. Hopefully, the tacky yellow kitchen has a stocked fridge. Luckily for you, it's filled with fresh food and some fresh booze.

There is a knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

Unluckily for you, there is another person in this house with you. They might have woken up on the same couch as you or are bumping around upstairs. Either way, the freak in the polka-dot dress wasn't wrong: You're not alone here.

When you and whoever else in this house finally join up, you will notice that the house seems to become a bit more lively. The pictures on the wall change to feature you or your companion. Some of the pictures are genuine from back in your homeworld, but others...Not so much. Others look like false memories of you with families you don't even remember or at a school you never attended, but they are all so real you can't help but think maybe Daisy is telling the truth after all.

There is a heavier knock at the door. You mustn't answer the door.

There is a radio in the house that suddenly begins to declare an emergency announcement:
"At this time, we urge all residents of Sweet Acres to seek shelter immediately. The wind is picking up and we anticipate this storm to last the rest of the night - Oh?

This just in: a convict has managed to break into Sweet Acres. We are told that they were last seen in...Oh, oh my...Whatever you do, make sure your doors and windows are locked. And remember: don't answer the door. And remember: don't trust strangers.
"

A heavy booming knock lands three times at the front door. Let. Me. In.

The pictures around the house begin to change. Now it shows you and whoever you're sharing the house with doing some...terrible things. Maybe some of it is true. Some of it may be completely false. Will it matter when the pictures seem so terrifyingly real?

What happens when the TV glitches on and starts to play sketchy home videos of one of you doing something terrible? What happens when the radio starts to play terrifying audio of you confessing to an atrocious crime?

What happens when the person you're stuck in the house with might just be the stranger the radio warned you about?

Or will you have the sense to realize that something is very wrong here and that you're both being played a fool? The knocking at the door is only getting louder. So loud it cracks the door. The storm worsens. What should you do?

The madness will only worsen the longer you stay. You may even be driven to defend yourself from each other, you may come to develop false memories of crimes you didn't commit. You may just...

Decide to open that damn door already. It turns out, that's what you needed to do the entire time. Because the moment you do? You open the door and see a beautiful, sunny day outside. No rain. Not a single gray cloud. Certainly no horrifying stranger either.

But now you're left with whatever you did or thought from the house. For some people, the terror may slip away as easily as the rain, but for some of you, you might be stuck with paranoia and suspicion.

Welcome to Sweet Acres.

back to top ⤴



[ The Bot Problem ]

Summary:
🌼 Content Warnings: Forced sexuality, optional sex, aphrodisiac style computer virus, dubious consent, hunted by machines, use of bombs, guns, and shrapnel. Possible character death or maiming

🌼 Sex Bots are spreading a virus to those that touch them that will cause player characters to go around flirting with others. They can either get rid of the "virus" by having sex or meeting someone who can hack it out of their system by asking grounding questions (or any other creative means a player may have).

🌼 Characters are hunted down by violent little metal boxes known as metal dogs. The metal dogs are extremely resilient but can be destroyed by extreme measures. These metal dogs are intent on killing and maiming characters and plants.

You will notice that there are still some errors in the system as you go out and about exploring your new town. There will be an occasional glitch that opens up a screaming void of bottomless darkness before it blinks out of existence. Those are unsettling enough, but at least they don't seem harmless.

The bots, on the other hand, are a different story. They glitch into the town, cracking through this carefully structured reality like breaking through a window. It seems like Daisy has a lot of work to do on the external firewalls of Sweet Acres! In the meantime, you're going to have to deal with her incompetence.

The Sex Bots

A lot of the bots can easily be mistaken for other residents in town. These are model-gorgeous women and men who almost seemed like caricatures of stereotypical beauty conventions. Big lips, huge hips, large muscles, chiseled jaws, perfect hair, pearly white teeth. These beauties flounce about and no matter who or what you are, if they look your way, they are immediately approaching you.

"Hey, sexy. I'm single, horny, and lonely. I just turned 18 and I've got my daddy's credit card."

"I've never seen a person more beautiful than you. I'm the CEO of at least three different six-figure income businesses. How about I take you on a night out in my Ferrari?"

There isn't a single thought behind those eyes or in those smiles. If you have the thought to rely on your Daze, you can just block the Sex Bots and they will blink out of existence. Alternatively, you could probably just smash them out of existence with a good punch or the swing of a weapon...They will just vanish into a cloud of corrupt coding.

But if you're a bit more gullible and still catching up on the strangeness of this place or can't figure out Daze, you might make the mistake of responding to one of these bots. The Bot will immediately scan you for all of your information and warp its features into something that you actually would find to be the ideal beauty.

"This is better, right?" It's hard to deny...They even sound like the ideal beauty in your mind. A gentle hand on your arm and then they are leading you away.

Except they aren't leading you anywhere. You watch helplessly as coding goes up your arm and begins to consume your body. You can't feel anything but a prickling sensation. The Bot vanishes, but you are left rewired. Now it is you with the dramatic features emphasizing your most attractive parts.

Regardless of your personality, you suddenly feel the urge to walk up to just about anyone anywhere and flirt with them. Whether stupidly or sincerely. It's hard to remember yourself with the bot's virus wreaking havoc on your Daze. Worst case scenario? You wind up sleeping with someone because of this bizarre virus, but you will also ironically get it out of your system this way and feel completely normal after.

Alternatively, you can find someone who is a bit more tech-savvy with the Daze and who might have an idea of how to hack into your system and get rid of the virus for you. This might involve some personal line of questioning, but hey, at least you're not walking around asking for sex from total strangers anymore!

The Metal Dogs

The Sex Bots are a dream compared to the other virus attacking the system of Sweet Acres. One will begin to see small metal robots trotting about, no bigger than a backpack, with lethal determination. These metal dogs scour their surroundings for anything organic or anything that doesn't belong in the space.

This means they are actively ripping up plants and destroying trees, which is tragic enough, but just be glad they haven't seen you yet because it turns out that Daisy's Sweet Subjects are the metal dog's top priority.

The moment they notice you, they will begin a neverending chase. These robots can catch up to a speeding car and resist an enormous amount of damage. They are waterproof and run on their own network completely disconnected from the Daze, so good luck trying to hack into them- it won't work.

They can see just as well in the dark as the light and have sensors that allow them to pick up on body temperature as well as any vibrations you might make. They are not gentle creatures: their goal is to terminate all organic beings and Sweet Subjects in the area. If they catch you, they will immediately attempt to blow your head off with a small gun they can form. Alternatively, they will expel a shrapnel bomb if you catch them off guard. They also have paralyzing fog bombs.

Metal dogs can be destroyed, however. With large explosions, armor-piercing weaponry, people with extreme super strength. Or you can get creative! Maybe you know a spell that can turn them into a stuffed animal or melt the metal. Maybe you have control over metal beings. There are ways to destroy these things. But don't worry. If worse comes to worse, Daisy is going around to destroy them for you. But do you really want to owe her your life?

back to top ⤴


snakesona: (02)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
In public?

Perhaps some other day.

[ without mizrak on his mind. ]
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Pechka)

2

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
(And Dirk just immediately catches that mop before it has any chance of making violent contact with him. He winds up instinctively just snapping it for good measure, but almost feels bad a second later because wow, this is really just some loser doing his best to defend himself against the sexy masses.)

It's cool, man. Sorry for breaking your...

(He looks down.)

...Mop.

(Retirement plans.)

Man, I don't know shit about retirement plans. That's for people who die.
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Blue Roan)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Probably.

(If Dirk's being real.

Still, he's grown a bit since the fiasco with Jake so he shrugs, folding his arms over his chest.)


Yeah, that's likely for the best. It's sweet of you to humor me, but it would save you some headaches to not make a habit out of it.
snakesona: (12)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ olrox cocks his head at him. ]

Are you a headache in disguise?
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Appaloosa)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
(That cracks an actual laugh out of Dirk.)

Dude, you have no idea how spot-on that is. Literally and otherwise. I'm a fuckin' nightmare.
snakesona: (08)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
I've seen nightmares. You seem rather tame in that regard.
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Box To)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
I'm a conventionally attractive nightmare with decent manners. Sometimes.
snakesona: (07)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
You must not have met many nightmares.
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Munch)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Nah. I'm just used to them is all. (He pauses, considering the guy. Any playfulness from before was gone.)

I have little experience with other actual people.
snakesona: (04)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ hm. honesty. ]

Why is that?
givehead: unk (cherry berry)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
It's complicated. (A faint sigh.)

I was the last male of my kind and was created in a lab, sent to a planet with the last female of my kind being like, four thousand miles away. I didn't physically meet another person 'til I was sixteen. Even then, everything was going to hell in a handbasket, so.

(Shrug!)

Not exactly the ideal situation for developing reasonable interpersonal relationship skills.
givehead: unk (babs seed)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
I don't really give breaks, bro. Especially not to someone who should at the bare minimum have the same skillset I had at that age. C'mon.

(Dirk's words come out a bit brisker than he means for them to, and man, this was a lot different than talking with an obvious computerized program. He sighs, rubbing at his temple.)

I'm trying to figure out if I somehow made another fuckin' splinter without even realizing it and how connected you are to my actual current psyche.

(Or if Hal was still just some object he had made and discarded. Hal's right. Touch didn't mean shit in a place like that. It wasn't a confirmation of anything.)

I would be more shocked if you didn't dream and I'd piss on my past self for being so shitty at creating an effective AI.

(He'd piss on his past self anyway, but like. Not the point.)

Man, I don't wanna know what you dream about. (Actually, wait no.)

Do you dream in image or code?

(............)

Are you really struggling with adjusting to your physical body?
Edited 2024-01-24 05:58 (UTC)
clipon: (013)

[personal profile] clipon 2024-01-24 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck you. Knowing the logistics and actually being able to physically [ his voice briefly cracks here, but don't think too hard about it. ] do the things I know how to do is a whole different sweaty, ass-slapping ballgame.

[ he's giving this conversation more consideration than he might normally, but only a little. ]

We haven't actually been the same person [ emphasis on person ] since you first unleashed me. We have different experiences, we're not the same Dirk.

[ then, with a nasty little grin: ]

Wouldn't you like to know? And of course I am. Maybe if you'd made me a real boy sooner I wouldn't be such a dissappointment. Just a thought.
whatam_i: (total_shock)

[personal profile] whatam_i 2024-01-24 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ed hazards a look back and sees that the ginger is right, the male is gaining, the female meanwhile is making threatening smacking noises with her duck lips.

He has no idea what the kid thinks he can do but Ed has no problem putting others in harms way if it means saving his own ass so he veers towards him.

"Do something!!! I don't want to die from silicone suffocation!!!"
givehead: unk (Diamond Tiara)

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like you need to be upgraded. (God damn it, did he seriously used to talk like that all of the time? Yes, yes he did and he thought it was peak hilarity.)

Yeah, well, I sure as hell never programmed you to have a face and body either, so sorry if I figure we're playing a different league with new rules.

(He exhales slowly. He has to remind himself that this thing was just a child by all logistical standards. And yet...)

With that little trick you just pulled with the sexbot, you think I can't hack into your system and figure it out? (Okay, so, Dirk could use some work on how to talk to both himself and a child version of himself at that. And try to respect Hal's autonomy. But also:)

You were a lame ego-stroking project that should have been deleted by the time I hit fourteen. I ain't exactly who I was back when you knew me either. We're both a disappointment, kid.

(He had been in his twenties and for all intents and purposes, dead if he was lucky. If his subconscious got uploaded into some weird torture digital hellscape then that was honestly a better fate than he probably deserved. He just wasn't so sure if he could say the same for Hal - even with his hostility.)

And man, no two Dirks are alike. We're all cruising on different shitty timelines with different shitty purposes.
snakesona: (12)

[personal profile] snakesona 2024-01-24 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
If it helps, I highly doubt anyone truly develops it.

It is just a lie made smoother.
clipon: (011)

[personal profile] clipon 2024-01-24 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Do you really think that I, the guy who had nothing to do but fuck around with coding, can't make a firewall to keep you out of my head? The sexbot was a single mental button click, that doesn't mean anything. Besides, I'm pretty fucking offended you just compared me to one of the sexbots.

[ he gets extremely quiet after that, eyes narrowing behind his shades. when he speaks, it's somehow both flat and icy at the same time. ]

Fuck you. [ again. ] You don't get to fucking make someone and then tell them you should have killed them. Been there, done that, don't care to relive it. Do you even listen to yourself talk? And don't call me kid, I've been around long enough to know exactly what you grow into. I just wanted to see if the bot would back off when faced with a child. Clearly not, experiment complete.

[ he crosses his arms over his chest, frustrated. he doesn't know why it's so fucking hard to keep control of his emotions anymore; it's never happened to him before and it makes him even madder to know he's breaking face in front of dirk. ]

I'm going to make the most of having a body, bro. I'll have a purpose that suits me just fine.

[ god, he sounds like a child even though he's not. not that dirk will accept 'i've existed for five years so now i'm eighteen' or anything, so why is he even bothering? ]
doublycursed: (010)

please wait

[personal profile] doublycursed 2024-01-24 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
The only reason Kromer thinks she wakes up alone is that Izutsumi had woken up first, freaked out, and promptly squeezed herself under the couch.

The feline ears on top of her head flicker every which way as other person in the house checks out what seems to be every room in the place, by the sound of it. They pause briefly, then begin again, and by that point, Izustumi has worked up the courage to creep her way out from under the couch, and carefully up the stairs. On all fours, she's got one hand on the top stair when the other person turns around, and Izutsumi freezes in place.

"Seems pretty normal?" she repeats, baffled at that summation of things, as more pictures spread down the hallway, in all sorts of frames. Alongside the stranger's pictures are ones of Izutsumi; smiling with lots of siblings, feral and dirty in a cage, laughing with friends and eating good food, tearing into the throat of a kindly looking woman. Some of them could be real. Some of them definitely aren't.

The stranger, Kromer, is smiling like none of this is fazing her. Just so confident. Which makes Izutsumi feel both a tiny bit reassured, and... weirded out, also. She jumps as heavy knocks ring out against the door. "Izutsumi," she eventually replies, reluctant, still wary. "And I don't know what a corporation is but if something's experimenting on us I'm going to bite it really hard," she swears, scowling. "Stupid clown lady said we shouldn't leave. Are we trapped?"
givehead: unk (lancer)

cw: suicidal ideation

[personal profile] givehead 2024-01-24 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but we kinda share the same general thought process, man. Whatever you come up with, there is a high likelihood I'll come up with it too, and just be able to counteract that shit. (...)

Fair point on the comparison. I concede there. (Hal was a far more complex and intricate system than some busty bimbo with Pornhub's top search phrases on a running loop for dialogue.)

Unfortunately, all I fuckin' do is listen to myself talk. (And telling himself to die was practically old hat at this point. Still, looking into a younger version of himself's face who carried all of his defiance and insecurities back when he was a kid...It isn't as easy as it was when Hal was just a line of annoying red text.)

Sex bots have zero concept of morality. (Neither did Dirk but whatever.

He's tense and it's on the tip of his tongue to tell Hal how pointless it was to find a purpose. That any variation of Dirk functionally had no purpose besides being a sabotaging asshole. Why bother with another failed timeline? Didn't Hal see that it was practically charity to put them all out of their collective misery?

But fuck, maybe he's just jaded. Maybe all of the times he's split his soul and offed himself and come back and fucked around wore him down into someone more bitter and pessimistic about the statistics of his outcome. Wouldn't Hal just become some new fucked up iteration of him that caused chaos in a totally different way? And then what would Dirk do? Have to fess up that even if he had it to do all over again, he'd still make all of the shittiest choices? Just use Hal as solid proof of how shitty of a person he was?

He's gnawing on his lip and stops when he tastes a hint of metallic. He straightens up and exhales again, this time his shoulders slumping with it.)


Okay. Fine. (Metaphorical sword lowered.)

Fine. Sorry. (Apologizing to himself felt absurd.)

I'm just projecting my bullshit onto you. (Like always!)

If you're gonna try to figure out this body business, I can help. Ain't gonna let my face wander around this place like Bambi on roofies.
clipon: (012)

[personal profile] clipon 2024-01-24 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it's time to admit that the version of you made of code could potentially be better at coding than you. Just saying.

[ but dirk keeps talking, and hal's genuinely shocked he gets an apology. it's probably pretty apparent: his metaphorical hackles drop, shoulders relaxing somewhat from where they'd gotten scrunched up when he got big mad about being told he should just not exist. it's a start, but he's still on the defensive.

he just doesn't trust himself like that.

he shrugs one shoulder, glancing away. this was always so much easier to be cool and deadpan and chill when he was just text in some glasses. he hates hearing his voice do things with his levels of emotion, he hates that he's being dragged into feeling those emotions, and he hates the fact that maybe, just maybe, if this shit is real, he's finally gotten a body and he's in what appears to be a literal hell.

(he still wouldn't give the body up though.)

he drops his arms to his sides, trying to mentally shake off some more of that defensiveness. ]


So we're pieces of shit, dude. Everybody knows it, we'll never change or improve. That doesn't mean it's time to pull the metaphorical and/or literal plug.

[ sometimes, he wonders if he's the only dirk that doesn't want to die.

then, glancing away: ]


We all project our own bullshit on each other. I accept the apology. [ he doesn't say it's fine because it's not and he doesn't say thank you because he shouldn't have to, but he can try to accept the apology at face value until dirk decides he should be dead or whatever again. ] My movement has improved since I started, but I still haven't had much experience with this shit.

[ he chews on his own lip, briefly, malleable enough it might almost feel human, and it's a strange sensation. which brings him to his next revelation. ]

I can feel things. Not just pressure from touch, but real things. I don't know if I'm feeling them correctly but I'm feeling something in a general sense. Huh, that means if that guy earlier had hit me with the ceramic dolphin it would've actually hurt. I hadn't thought of that.

[ it does not seem like he's going to explain the ceramic dolphin without being prompted. it's a typical dirk-esque dip into saying his thoughts out loud and talking through his shit without thinking about how no one around him knows what the fuck he's talking about.

but hey, it's not malicious. ]
clipon: (013)

metal dogs

[personal profile] clipon 2024-01-24 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ hal's had a lot of damn time to wander around and get used to using his brand-spanking-new body today, so he's actually a little helpful finally. maybe.

he sees the guy go down and blinks once, blinks again, then just bolts forward and kicks the metal creature so hard it goes flying far enough that he can hoist mr. just-fell-out-of-a-tree to his feet and drag him off. ]


First law of robotics, bitch.

[ okay, maybe not the time for a snappy comment pointed toward a robot that just tried to kill a guy. and probably if he was human, his foot would be broken. but his foot is, conveniently, metal and circuits and all that good shit, so it's fine. he's not even limping or anything. ]

Are you okay, bro? There appears to be more of those things everywhere, we should probably get inside.
Edited 2024-01-24 08:41 (UTC)
clipon: (006)

the sex bots

[personal profile] clipon 2024-01-24 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
"A liar." The strange, almost-human but slightly metallic voice comes from behind him, as he's running, because a young robot guy is also running. but instead of doing anything wild or crazy action movie style to save the guy, he just turns around, tilts his head, and gives them a look.

They both flicker out of existence and then he turns back toward him, shrugging his shoulders. "They're just bots, bro. All you have to do is block them and they're gone. It's like, just think of a button that says 'block' on it, and imagine you're pressing it. Then they can't bug you anymore. Or you could hit them, they explode if you do that."

He seems extremely calm about this whole thing, almost deadpan, but he's also encountered these things a lot today. "Watching them disappear is kind of cathartic."
thelamia: (I invented the concept of chill)

[personal profile] thelamia 2024-01-24 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
So Lurine's got a power that basically works a bit like an entire sexual experience in one kiss. Without getting too NSFW about it, she just kisses a person on the lips and it feels like they've had the best sex of their life, paralyzing them with pleasure, usually so she can then suck the life energy out of them to stay young and beautiful forever. #snakemonsterlife If she tried this on one of the sex bots, what would happen?
haveyoutriednotdying: (the skeleton is ash)

metal dogs

[personal profile] haveyoutriednotdying 2024-01-24 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[The angry little dogs may not float, but this weird grey guy does! He seems unconcerned with the very angry robots, mostly curious as to what's going on and why this guy is climbing on top of things-- at least until one of the little bastards shoots something through his cloak.

Hypnos squeaks in surprise and distress, more at the hole than the very obvious threat to his wellbeing.]
Hey now, that's just rude! [He floats in the air, wagging a finger at the metal dog... and oddly enough, it stops, then abruptly falls over and starts... snoring? Whatever the robot dog equivalent of a snore is, that's what's happening.

Well, that's one of them taken care of, but Hypnos does not seem particularly bothered to make sure any others are taking a nice nap. Instead his attention turns to the bleeding human. This seems like a perfect opportunity for his Famous Good Advice.]
Ouch, that looks like it hurts! Maybe try ducking out of the way next time.
kobes: ([neutral] i'm just a baby)

[personal profile] kobes 2024-01-24 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Koby looks -- thoroughly perplexed. He actually turns around partway, to see if the stranger is talking to someone behind him. Oh, bless.

But then he slowly shuffles a few steps forward, taking a shaky breath, then letting it out.
] Well. They got one. Now what? What's the point? [There has to be one. Senseless cruelty just -- doesn't register. Not for Koby's chronic need for justice.]

Page 5 of 20