January 2024 Test Drive Meme: Our First!

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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

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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 ⤴

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izutsumi | dungeon meshi / delicious in dungeon

[doublycursed]

i. loading screen

[ cw: violent imagery, panic attack ]

All of a sudden, Izutsumi can't remember what she was doing before she was on this couch. Had she been in the Dungeon? Had she gotten outside? Had she been fighting something? She doesn't know. Her body is unchanged. Still a disgusting chimera. Regretfully. All she knows is that she's curled up in a ball on this lumpy couch, knees tucked under her chin, tail flickering nervously against her feet.

There's someone else here. And it doesn't matter, because there's pictures-- pictures on the wall in sorts of frames. Pictures of Izutsumi. In a cage, ragged and crying. With her mother. With Laois and Senshi and Marcille and Chilchuck. In a bright white room, loomed over by people with white coats. Pictures of her scowling at food, and squeezing her mother's neck so tightly blood bursts forth from her mouth, and smiling with lots of siblings, and performing with a lion in a zoo, and--

"What the fuck is this!" Izutsumi snarls, golden eyes wide in panic and anger. "What did that clown girl say about not going outside-- are we not allowed? Are we trapped?"

She jolts at the heavy knock against the door, hissing, tail puffing up to twice its size. Some weird box in the room lights up and starts showing a picture of her own face, bestial, contorted, as she leaps toward a kindly looking woman, claws extended.

Izustumi's breaths start coming faster.

"I'm not staying here. I don't care what the stupid clown says. I'm not going to be caged again."

Her head hurts and she doesn't know what's happening, but she knows one thing: she has to get out of here. She all but leaps off the couch, claws scrabbling marks in the wood of the door as she fumbles at the handle.

ii. sex bots

She's still trying to figure out what the hell's going on when someone approaches her. The man and woman tower over Izutsumi's 4'11" frame.

"I've got eighteen abs and I drive a Cybertruck," the man smarms, laying an arm around Izutsumi's shoulders.

"I have an encyclopedic knowledge of erogenous zones, I never wear anything other than silk nightgowns, and I'm a porn star," the woman purrs, clutching Izutsumi tight.

There's breasts in her face, and Izutsumi mostly just looks like a cat that's been rubbed the wrong way.

"Ugh! I don't care about your hobbies or whatever a Cybertruck is!" she screeches, flailing. "Help! I'm being attacked by weirdos! They're shoving their appendages in my face and I hate it!" The street looks mostly empty, but surely someone will come to help. Right? Right??

iii. metal dogs

The metal dogs, at least, provide a somewhat amusing diversion to Izutsumi's confusion, fear, and anger. She stalks them from a distance, watching from roofs and around corners as they chomp down on trees and tear up patches on grass. She's never seen anything like them before -- the closest she can think of was the Living Armor back in the Dungeon, and that had turned out to just be a bunch of weird shellfish creatures inside the armor, according to Laois. She can't smell anything other than metal, though, so maybe they're well hidden?

(She's been told about something called Daze, and she... doesn't get it. At all. So the thought of doing anything with it against the dogs doesn't even cross Izutsumi's mind.)

She's sneaky enough that she's managed to avoid being chased down by one, but she's seen others that haven't been so lucky. So far, Izutsumi hasn't tried to intervene to help. She knows she's better off trying to understand them first.

So. She knows that they have strange metal projectiles, and they can sense heat. They're fast, and waterproof. That's all kind of alarming, actually.

But it means that the next time she sees one chasing after someone, Izutsumi feels confident enough to go after it. It passes by the roof she's on, and she drops down like a shadow, on all fours as she races to catch up. It doesn't stop chasing the other person, but it forms a weapon and throws small projectiles at her that she has to dodge, feeling the burn of a couple of them skidding against her skin. She leaps, and lands on the metal dog's back, going tumbling with it head over tail, and rears back to bite it in the throat.

And promptly yells in frustration as her fangs don't even make a dent.

"What is this!" she snarls, frustrated, scrabbling at it with claws that barely make a scratch. "Stupid metal! I've bitten through tougher things before!"

ii (cw; generic robot violence)

[givehead]

Dirk wouldn't describe himself as a hero, but some decisions were pretty easy to make. Seeing some poor chick getting sexually harassed was one of those moments. He had seen some of these cheap sex bots hassling other people earlier, so he knew precisely what to do.

He flash steps and in the blink of an eye, he's got his sword through the face of the dude before slicing it out of his head and right into the chick's. Both heads topple off in a matter of seconds just before they turn into coded dust. All things considered, it isn't the most exciting fight he has ever had.

Still. He slides his sword back into his belt loop and looks down at the girl.

"You okay there, kitten?" He manages to say "kitten" in a plain, drawling way that somehow didn't sound even remotely flirtatious. Granted, it could still be taken in the wrong way, but Dirk sounded bored more than anything. Maybe a little annoyed, but not at the girl.

[doublycursed]

Izutsumi reels back with a horrified yowl, but the whole sword-through-the-face and also decapitation thing doesn't result in the expected spray of blood. They then proceed to turn to dust, but not before she glimpses the insides of their heads, which isn't brain and squishy things, it's metal and bright colored... string? Or something?

She's left utterly baffled, dropping down to the crouch over the pavement where she thinks fragments of the dust they turned into might remain. Or it might just, you know. Regular dust. Nonetheless she picks some up to rub between her clawed fingers, sniffing tentatively at it.

So they were monsters of some kind? Laois would be so disappointed nothing remained for him to eat. Then again, they were humanoid, which is against his rules of What Monsters Are Good To Eat.

The guy that did the sword stabbing is probably the coolest thing that Izutsumi has ever been exposed to, and yet, tragically, it's utterly wasted on her. "What were they?" she asks, lip curled in a confused and irritated little frown. "They had weird metal junk inside, what kind of person has metal inside them?" She pauses, her frown deepens, and she adds, "What kind of person has metal inside them, and also chooses to flirt with something like me? This world is stupid."

[givehead]

Sorry, chickadee, but Dirk and social grace had never been a well-suited combo. Now that he's really thinking about it, he probably could have just blocked the bots on sight, but that wouldn't have been as fun, and he is a bit of a show pony.

He doesn't move toward the girl least he scares her any more than she already is. He hangs back instead, hands on his hips, not an ounce of that fight mode left in him. He watches her curiously instead, kind of jealous of her ears.

"Bots." An automatic, correct answer, but then the girl is going on and Dirk realizes this chick might not exactly be familiar with the whole concept.

"Uh, yeah, so." He rubs along his jawline, considering her questions. "Okay, first off, you're a cute girl with cat ears. That's a lot of people's thing. Not mine, no offense. Ain't much for the ladies." Just so she didn't think this was him trying to slide into her metaphorical DMs.

"As for the bots, they ain't people. They are just meant to make you think they are people. They're basically systems created to gather valuable information from vulnerable people. Usually. Other times, they just want to wreck your shit for fun."

[doublycursed]

"People like what?" Izutsumi repeats, appalled. She automatically reaches up to cover her ears, smooshing them flat into her hair, as if that might prevent nearby catgirl lovers from being into her. She can't exactly hide the rest of her, though, and her fur and tail are even more obvious than the ears. RIP. "Ugh. People are weird. Also, I'm not a cat girl."

That's far too cutesy a name for what she is, thanks.

His explanation makes her frown, because bot isn't a word where she comes from. The closest thing she can think of is Living Armor, but that's just a metal shell of armor powered by weird little shellfish things squeezed inside it. She didn't see any shellfish when he opened their heads.

"I don't know what a 'bot' is," she grumbles, still crouched over the spot where they disappeared. "But I know about monsters that make you think they're people. But what information could they want? I don't know where I am or what this stupid place is, I don't have anything valuable on me. I guess they were just... trying to wreck my shit for fun."

She pauses thoughtfully.

"I don't know how the female one thought some total stranger shoving her breasts into my face would wreck my shit. I guess some people like that."

[givehead]

Dirk gives her a mild shrug because yeah, that's just how it be.

"Humans have an entire fetish for people with some animal features. It probably has to do with..." He's about to go on an entire Wikipedia article-length speech about the whole thing, but seeing her covering up her ears like that is a clear enough indication that she might not want to hear about the unique history of human sexuality.

"Never mind. It doesn't matter. Point is, if a human can fuck it, there is probably at least one human who actually wants to try. And yeah, they are weird. But a lot of that shit has to do with cultural norms and the concept of shame." It builds up a lot of lust in the most unexpected ways. But again, wrong audience.

"What are you then?"

Okay, so she really didn't know much.

"A bot is short for 'robot' which is a type of technology usually made out of metal or a type of language, or magic I guess if that's more familiar, known as coding. People make bots for all sorts of reasons." This one being one of the lamer reasons.

"Yeah, probably. Given your reaction, it seems to have worked."

He snorts at that. "A lot of people like tits for some reason. And a lot of people with tits think everyone is obsessed with their tits so they get it in their head that they can just touch up on people whenever they want because they figure it's appreciated. But if that shit happens again, just fuckin' punch em, okay?"

[doublycursed]

"I'm human," she spits. "Tallman. Short-lived. Whatever you call it."

Come to think of it, maybe she's not unfamiliar with people having a fetish. She doesn't really pay a whole lot of attention to other people, but a lot of people stare at her. She'd always put it down to disgust at her obvious beastkin traits, so unnatural in her world, but some of them had smiled and looked interested and...

Ugh! Now she feels gross. She needs to go take a bath.

"Robot," she repeats, standing up as she tests the word thoughtfully. Metal people made out of a magic called coding. If Marcille were here, she'd probably be super interested. All Izutsumi wants to know is how she can avoid them, or kill them if they get in her way too much. "Will punching them work? You used a sword."

(A lot of people like breasts? Hmm. Does Izutsumi have a preference between breasts or pectorals? If she really had choose, she thinks she'd choose breasts. She doesn't really have a type she's attracted to, and she's never really been in a position to think about those kinds of things.)

More to the point: "Also, why are there flirty bots?" she asks, lost. "I woke up on a stupid couch with some stupid clown thing talking at me, and I'm in some stupid town I don't know, and now stupid flirty bots are annoying me. I'm pretty sure I saw metal dogs, too?"

loading screen

[kobes]

[Koby's in the middle of yanking down his own photos, but he sees the ones of the stranger -- a series of horrific, stomach-turning images, one after the other, each one horrific enough to be seared into his mind forever. He frowns as the girl (/cat?) begins breathing heavier, as she bolts towards the door.

The door that someone is banging on, threatening and menacing.

Gasping, Koby bolts over, slams into the door, pressing his back against it and holding out his hands.] H-Hold on, hold on, don't -- don't jump to conclusions, we don't know what's going on here --

[doublycursed]

Her hand is forced away from the doorknob, and Izutsumi shows her displeasure with a hiss, ears pinned back, eyes wild. She might actually look threatening for a second, if whatever's on the other side of that door didn't choose that moment to bang on it louder than the storm's thunder, making Izutsumi yelp, her tail puffing up to twice its size.

"Whatever's knocking, I can take it," she insists. "It can't be that big, I've killed way bigger monsters. Whatever that stupid clown thing said, we don't have to stay here. I won't stay here."

The guy looks super nervous, though. Izutsumi gets it. She's not exactly happy herself.

"Let me through." Her eyes narrow, intent. "I'll kill it and we'll be free. It'll be easy." Never mind that she's not thinking about anything further than getting out the door, like... the storm outside, or where they are, or how they got here. One thing at a time.

[kobes]

Oh, she's hissing. That isn't great, that isn't the outcome Koby wants. He also jumps about a mile at the knocking and the thunder, and truly if he were able to fluff up in displeasure, he would.

But he tries to keep his voice low, soothing, gentle. "You don't need to kill anything. If the person who brought us here is strong enough to do that, I don't think we should go up against any potential threats without thinking it through. Right?"

[doublycursed]

Izutsumi sniffs, mildly offended. "I have a plan."

She thought it over and everything! She's not stupid, she's not going to go into battle without having at least some idea of what she's going to do. She's defeated all sorts of monsters, some of them even by herself.

"I'll open the door, I'll jump on the face of whatever is knocking, and I'll scratch its eyes out," she says confidently. "And if that doesn't work, or if it doesn't have eyes, I'll go for its throat instead. Pretty much everything has a throat." She folds her arms across her chest, looking more collected now in the wake of the knocking and the thunder, and offers, super generously, "You can fight alongside me, if you want. Do you have a weapon?"

[kobes]

Koby presses his lips together hard, because that is...a very bad plan. There are so many reasons that plan won't work. He momentarily considers listing them all, but...well. She seems determined. Determination goes a long way.

"What if it doesn't have eyes or a throat? Or it hurts you before you can scratch it?" Very patient, even as he's looking around for something to use as a weapon. There's...not a lot. A lamp, some heavy books on the coffee table, a vase. The vase is somewhat heavy, at least, so Koby grabs that, hefting it in both hands.

"I'm not really much of a fighter, but...I'm not going to let you get killed."

[doublycursed]

What kind of house doesn't have a spare weapons collection? As the guy goes to look for something, Izutsumi glances around as well, but there's not even a single sword on the wall. What are people supposed to do when monsters attack? Whose house even is this, and where are they? Why do they have so many confusing looking metal things in their way-too-shiny kitchen?

"Some things don't have eyes, but everything has a throat," she insists. "Even worms. Even golems." She pauses. "I guess plants don't. If the thing that's knocking is a living plant, I'll tear it up from its roots."

The storm is still thundering overhead, even the air inside the house sharp with ozone, but the knocking has stopped for now. Still, Izutsumi expects it will start again at any moment -- there'd been pauses before. Which means whatever's out there is... waiting. Which is a creepy thought.

She taps her foot impatiently. "Ready? You yank open the door, I'll jump at whatever this stupid thing is."

[kobes]

The entire layout of the house feels strange -- too big, too much space. Koby's used to the tight, cramped quarters of a ship or a Marine barracks, people all crammed in together with the smell of ocean and the constant movement of a deck. He feels whatever the opposite of seasick must be, landsick. Or -- he thinks he does. That terrifying clown woman, she'd said it was all fake. All made up.

Koby shakes it away, swallowing hard and clutching at the vase with one arm. "I don't...think it's a plant." Then again, what does he know? Absolutely nothing. Less than nothing. Taking in a deep breath, he nods, shuffling closer to the door and reaching out with one shaky hand. He can hear the rumble of thunder, the drive of rain, and he instinctively braces himself, used to the pitch and roll of the sea (or is he, is he, is he?).

And then he's grabbing the knob and wrenching the door open, lifting the vase high and already swinging it down at -- nothing. Absolutely nothing. Sunshine and birds and calm, peaceful silence. Koby stumbles forward, brought off-balance by how hard he'd swung the vase, nearly tumbling forward onto his face. "I -- what?"

ii

[thelamia]

At another time, Lurine might have been just as flirtatious as the sex bots were being. The difference of course was that she only did it with people that seemed like they wanted to be flirted with. The minute anyone showed they were uncomfortable or didn't want the act she was putting on, she stopped.

So to see these bots persisting when they really shouldn't have got her temper up. Lurine marched right up to the bots and shoved them away with far more strength than her petite frame would have suggested she possessed. "Fuck off," she snarled at the sex bots, now in full 'ice queen' mode. "She's clearly not interested."

[doublycursed]

The weird flirtatious people go staggering back -- although Izutsumi's not sure they're people at all, because they don't smell like flesh and blood, they smell like metal -- and she does one final flail, fur puffed up, shaking off like she's getting the remains of their touch off of her.

"Aw, but we were just being friendly," the female one says silkily, recovering, checking her hair is okay.

"Maybe you'd prefer that we be friendly with you instead?" the man oozes, flashing all of his teeth in a blinding white smile at the newcomer.

Izutsumi scampers behind her rescuer, using her as a shield, because she could fight the weird flirty people, but she's feeling so gross that she doesn't even want to risk touching them. She might get infected with their... weird smiles or Too Much Gender. "Shove them again, but even harder this time!" she insists, grabbing a handful of the back of her rescuer's robe, holding on.

[thelamia]

"Try it at your own peril," Lurine said loftily, her green eyes hard as ice chips. She'd encountered these weird robotic sex toys already and had found it was very easy for her to get rid of them once she'd had enough of their nonsense. She was fully prepared to go into full monster mode (literally or figuratively) if it took care of them.

She glanced at Izutsumi just long enough to make sure the girl was alright. It wouldn't do to have the bots freaking the poor thing out anymore than she already was. Then she took the advice and shoved the bots away again hard. "Last warning. Go find someone else to play with or you're going to regret it."

[doublycursed]

The bots go staggering once again, but it looks like they're just not to be dissuaded by mild force, because they just try to turn the flirt up to eleven. "Looks like this one enjoys dealing out some rough treatment," the female one purrs, sticking her chest out.

"Looks like you two don't know when to get a clue!" Izutsumi spits, up on her toes as she peers over Lurine's shoulder, in full fight mode even though she's. You know. Hiding behind someone. "You're just lucky I don't even want to touch you!"

"Aw, sounds like someone is a bit shy," the male one coos. "It's okay, we'll give you a real education."

Izutsumi makes a sound of pure disgust, not unlike a cat spitting up a hairball. Much more of this and she's going to stop hiding and force herself to start kicking.

[thelamia]

"Oh, I have a better method for dealing with these.....people." Lurine spat the word out with contempt. Real people knew the value of consent and so she had no qualms about making these robots implode once she messed with them. She turned to look at Izutsumi and winked. "Watch this."

She leaned forward and kissed each of the bots briefly. The toxic power of Lurine's kiss was enough to make them stutter and stop. "No that's--that--that-at--at--at--at--" And then the pair spontaneously combusted on the spot, dispersing into little glitching bits that eventually started to evaporate as well.

Lurine turned to look back at the girl. "You know, I did warn them. They have no one to blame but themselves for that."

[doublycursed]

Izutsumi makes a very audible bleeeeh noise when Lurine kisses the bots, and then an abruptly startled squeak when the bots proceed to start talking nonsense and then explode.

"What did you do!" Izutsumi takes a few steps over to where the bots had evaporated into nothing, and waves her hands through the air. Yep, definitely gone. But how? They weren't spirits, because they'd definitely touched Izutsumi and they hadn't felt really cold. But they just... became nothing?

She pauses, and then grins a wide, fanged grin.

"That was awesome," she declares. "Whatever you did."

Dogs

[cheapdivorce]

"Get out of the way before I hit you!" calls a voice, as Audrey comes running towards the sound of fighting. She's holding a sword that seems like it's made of dull black metal, but as she gets closer its edges start glowing with heat. Despite her call, she doesn't really pause to make sure Izutsumi is out of the way before impaling the dog through one of its eyes, twisting the sword to try and make sure it's properly destroyed.

She's scuffed up and bleeding, but there's a gleam of determination and slight viciousness in her eyes. "Whatever they're made of, it's hard as hell." She tries to tug the sword out, then pauses when it doesn't budge. "Oh, come the fuck on! Why does this keep happening?"

[doublycursed]

Izutsumi may not know who's calling out, but she knows a combat direction when she hears one, so she rolls out of the way, abandoning her grip on the metal dog and tumbling across the street to land in a crouch.

She's never seen a sword like that, but it does the trick, easily impaling the metal dog's head and killing it dead. Izutsumi ignores the woman's struggles with retrieving her sword, and instead scampers over to poke at the dead metal dog, moving its limbs this way and that as she examines it.

"Have you ever seen something like this?" she asks, nose wrinkled. "Because I haven't. There must be something in it making it move, but I don't smell anything other than metal."

[cheapdivorce]

Audrey keeps tugging at the sword even as she replies, with way too much confidence for someone who's only recently encountered robotic foes. "Oh yeah, it's some kind of robot. It's controlled by electricity but you probably can't smell that especially since it's dead. Never had to deal with metal this tough before though." Most of the time she can just chop a big slice in them and not have to deal with a stuck sword.

[doublycursed]

"Another robot?" Izutsumi pulls a face, annoyed. She's only very recently been introduced to the concept of robots -- as in, maybe two hours ago, when she had to get rescued from those gross sex people bots -- and she still doesn't really understand what they are. They're made of metal? And they move because of something called electricity?

Whatever. As long as they can be killed, she doesn't really care.

She sticks her hand into the robot dog's mouth, moving its jaw. Haha, weird. She wishes Marcille were here so she could gross her out by moving the dead dog around. Or that Laois was here to complain about how he can't eat it.

"I have to figure out how to kill them," she decides. "In case any more come after me. But I couldn't bite through it because the metal's so tough. Your sword worked pretty well though."

[cheapdivorce]

Audrey stands back a little to let Izutsumi have her fun.

"It heats up when I press the button," she explains. "That makes it easier to cut through things. And it should also make it easier to pull back out!" she yells, as if yelling will make the sword work again.