[IN PROGRESS] TCP: ??? SESSION

[seppawku]

It takes longer than Lan intended to settle on a shelter for Trill and subsequent kitties - they’re surrounded with crumpled up sketches and colorful sticky notes by the time they’re done, and some advance plans for their territory. Trill, left to their own devices, has flipped through their new (and now wet) astronomy book to find a page about the sun and stars.

>CREATE: Castle in the sky, beach umbrellas, waterfalls; silk hangings, aquarium, pillow piles
>SAY: Ta-da!

Trill asks if all of this is theirs - isn’t this a little oversized? They don’t want to burst Lan’s bubble, but..

>SAY: It is for now, but it’s nice, right? You can get in up the waterfalls, I thought it’d be easier than walking on fins ^^

They nod seriously and thank Lan. They’ll look around, they say, but what will Lan be doing?

>SAY: Looking for a communicator, mostly
>SAY: We can’t make much progress til I get one or the limit raises, so..

>TEACH: TCP rules

[cosmo]

After waiting some time, the washing machine makes a dinging sound and Milieu walks Dally through the process of switching the clothes into the dryer. Dally settles back in their seat on the washer and Milieu types into his console.

>SAY: After your clothes are dry, would it be alright with you to go explore the swamp? I made a boat for you to travel in. There is no pressure but I am honestly quite curious to see what's how out!

Dally considers this a bit, and then says that it agrees, it would love to see what's out there.

>SAY: Great! We can do that soon then.

The two settle back into silence to wait.

[victorianflorist]

> CREATE: Mini Fridge, TCP Snax, Bed, and Television

Monty moves into their room and finds a massive bed, a walk-in closet stocked with clothing, a Mini Fridge, a snack table, and a television on a low table. The TCP huffs with excitement and types "For me?" into their tablet. 

> SAY: Totally, little buddy. LMK if you need anything else.

Monty nods and points at their fur, making twisted motions with their hand.

> SAY: Is something the matter with your fur?

Monty shakes their head and makes a brushing motion, hoping that's more clear.

> SAY: Oh! You want a brush, totally little buddy.

> GIVE: Hair Brush, Deshedding Brush, Hair Care equipment

Various accouterments for the care and maintenance of hair and fur fall onto the squarish vanity in Monty's room. The TCP seems to smile.

Attitude leans back in her chair, the metal creaking. Her apartment shifts suddenly, the mess rearranging rapidly as the train grinds some unknown object beneath its wheels.

"God, that must have been a big one. Takes a lot to jostle the city like that." 

She pulls out a phone-like device and sends a quick message to the city's chief executor, asking them to immediately get teams on any structural damage from the bump.

"Now, back to work." 

> CREATE: RPG Towers, Monsters, Horrors, Loot

Towers matching each biome's local aesthetics spring up from the ground, one per biome, far from any players bases. These towers function as vertical dungeons and are stocked with area-appropriate monsters and inert horrors as well as treasure and enchanted items.

> CHECK: Monty