[IN PROGRESS] TCP: ??? SESSION

[Ignispark]

>SPAWN: Gargoyle Type

[seppawku]

 
A TCP spawns in each player's field of vision. 

 

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TUNING FORK

 

 

 

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FUR

 

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SIREN

 

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BLOOD OATH



 

 

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GARGOYLE

> NAME & CHECK?

[cosmo]

>NAME: Dally
>CHECK: Dally

[seppawku]

>NAME: Trill

>CHECK

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>CHECK: DALLY

ABILITY: PERFECT PITCH

 

Tuning fork types can sacrifice health to generate tuning forks on their body or elsewhere - when struck, the sound temporarily disorients creatures who hear it. 

 

HEALTH: GOOD (5)

 

MOOD: CAUTIOUS 

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>CHECK: TRILL
 

ABILITY: SEASIDE SONG 

 

Siren types have a passive aura that physically draws other living things towards them when they speak, with the effect amplified with volume. This aura cannot be turned off or removed without nullification.

 

HEALTH: GREAT (6)

 

 MOOD: DISORIENTED

[Ignispark]

>Name: Syngere
>Check: Syngere

[cosmo]

>TEACH Dally: Speech, reading, writing

>SAY: Hello there, Dally. My name is Milieu. How do you do?

Dally makes a small ringing sound, finding its words. It warbles a hesitant hello back, saying it guesses it's okay.

>SAY: Can I do anything to make you more comfortable?

Dally wanders over the window of the treehouse it spawned inside of it, saying nothing right now, thank you. But soon it might want to go outside and see what there is to see. Not yet, though.

[seppawku]

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>CHECK: SYNGERE

ABILITY: NOT UNDER A ROOF 

 

Gargoyle types protect those around them from curses or other negative influences.

 

HEALTH: FANTASTIC (7)

 

MOOD: SLIGHTLY STIFLED

[SHIVERS]

>NAME: Monitor
>CHECK: Monitor

[seppawku]

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>CHECK: MONITOR
 
 

ABILITY: CROSS YOUR HEART AND HOPE TO DIE

 

Blood oath types can ascend at the cost of health. While ascended, they can bring about blood oaths between TCPs and/or players. After the individuals come up with an oath, they will sacrifice a small amount of health in order to set it into agreement. Once set, parties who break the oath will lose a large amount of health.

 

HEALTH: PERFECT (8)

 

MOOD: INTERESTED

[seppawku]

>CREATE: sea of clouds

>TEACH: speech, swimming, singing

>SAY: Sorry about that!! Get your bearings, okay? I'm Lan! We can get you anything you want once you're a little more balanced

Trill doesn't say anything, but they scoot over and into where the 'sea' starts.

[victorianflorist]

> NAME: Monty
> CHECK: Monty

[seppawku]

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>CHECK: MONTY

ABILITY: WARM AND FUZZY

Fur types can create and control fur on any surface, organic or otherwise. Larger swathes of fur will cost health to create, while smaller ones are cost free.

HEALTH: FANTASTIC (7)

MOOD: OVERHEATING

[victorianflorist]

> TEACH: Speech, Reading, Writing

> CREATE: Bedroom, Bathroom, Bath Tub, Ice Bath

The bedroom and bathroom appear on the first level of the lofts in the warehouse.

> SAY: Ey, Monty. Welcome to our crib. I am the voice yr gonna hear in your head. Call me AT. I make all your shit so hit me up for any things you want. I noticed you're a bit overheated in the warehouse, so I made you a bed and bath upstairs. The bedroom has a ceiling fan and the bath has an ice bath for you to cool down in. Why don't you cool off and get situated while I work on some things?

Monty is a bit overwhelmed, by the teach commands and the block of text projected into its mind but gets its bearings after a moment. The fluffy TCP huffs a bit and nods, remaining nonverbal, before finding the stairs and heading up to the ice bath.

> CREATE: Spotlights, Dancefloor, Party Bus

[SHIVERS]

Monitor spawns within one of the skyscrapers; within the top-floor suite of a high-rise hotel, to be exact.
They immediately seem curious, examining the various furniture in the room, and admiring the view of the balcony.

>TEACH: Speech, Reading
>SPAWN: "Skills Catalogue" (small book that acts as a dictionary for quite a few teachable skills; anything from drawing to codebreaking to crochet), "Pronouns List" (pamphlet that explains pronoun usage and lists some of the most commonly-used ones)



Monitor is drawn inside from the balcony as two objects spawn in the living room. They lean down to take a look.

>SAY: Alright, let's get started.

The TCP seems startled, wheeling around to find the source of the voice. Their voice comes out, sounding like chains being pulled tight and the soft dripping of liquid. They bombard the unfamiliar speech with curious questions, wondering where they are, and who they are.

>SAY: Tenement. I'm the one who helped spawn you here, not that that's necessarily a good thing. And you can't see me. I'm not here, or anywhere you can actually travel to... mostly. But I can hear you, and see you. So, I--

It asks Tenement to clarify the 'mostly' part.

>SAY: It's nothing you need to worry about. At any rate, I've dropped some things in for you. There's a pronoun pamphlet you should probably go through first. You can pick whatever you want, I just need to know for future reference. After that--

Dropped from where, they ask.

 >SAY: Nowhere. I spawned them in, same as you.

They let Tenement know that this is very confusing, and that they'll have a lot more questions for it later, once they've looked over these things.
The blood oath type picks up the pamphlet.

>SAY: ...sure. So, the other thing I dropped--

Monitor says he likes he/him pronouns. He's going to use those.

>SAY: That's fine. And I use it or they. So, that book--

'She/her' also seems cool, he says. Maybe he'll try those later. 
But 'she' and 'he' should look more different, he thinks. It's too easy to get them mixed up. 
Maybe Tenement should think about updating these, he says.

Elsewhere, Tenement clutches their forehead.
>SAY: ...Noted. The book I dropped lists out some other skills I can teach you. Keep in mind that I'm most likely limited in how much I can teach you, and how many things I can spawn in at a time. I also have to balance between things you want, and things I think you need, so choose wisely.



Monitor picks up the little book, skimming through it. 
When he's done, he points to a couple of skills as if ordering from a menu.
He'll have these for right now, he says.

>SAY: Alright. At least one of those is useful.

>TEACH: Rock Climbing, Table Tennis

He's going to need a table for table tennis, he says.

>SAY: You don't have anyone to play with yet. How are you going to play?

Monitor says he's got it covered, seeming surprised at Tenement. He asks if Tenement knows anything about table tennis.

>SAY: It's tennis. At a table. That's as much as I will ever need to know.
>SPAWN: Table Tennis Set

Already knowing full-well how all this very technical equipment works, he folds the other side of the table upwards to make a little wall for himself, and begins practicing.

[Ignispark]

Syngere spawns inside a pitch dark section of the underground.

Arvyx takes a moment to think about the situation. What's a good way to introduce a person to the world in a way that helps with the current situation? What are good options for this location that are easy to explain. After a few moments of silence, it comes up with what it believes is a fairly alright plan of attack.

>TEACH: Speech
>SAY: Hello there, skipper.

Syngere immediately corrects this greeting, as Syngere is the correct name.

>SAY: Yeah, I guess going with aquatic based nicknames is probably not the best thing off the bat. Hey Syngere, hi, welcome to being in a place...which you probably can't see very well, because I haven't given you a light source...yet could you hold on a second, I should do that.

Syngere does not know what half of those things are, and makes a confused hum, deciding to wait because maybe that will make things will clarify themselves.

>CREATE: Hardhat with utility light, featuring appropriate slots for horns.
>SAY: Alright sailor, can you feel around on the ground for a helmet. It should pop onto your head pretty easily, you might have to turn around to get it to fit right, but it has a light on it, and a button on the back to turn that light on. So, that should help you actually know a bit about where in the blazes you are. Or, uh, in more plain language. It should let you see around, once you get the light on. It fits on your head to keep your hands free.

Syngere fumbles in the dark, ignoring that the speaker has failed at names again, hitting the button before managing to solidly grab the helmet. Luckily, this makes the process a bit easier, though a few attempts are necessary to align the helmet right. Light is probably the best thing...whoever was talking did. It is in fact, very nice to be able to see what is going on. It takes a moment to look around the immediate surroundings. The 'room' of stone seems to be grainy, with various stalag tites and mites alike. There are a few paths away from the current location. On the manner of who was talking, there does not appear to be any hint of that thing in these surroundings. Syngere asks where the thing is.

Oh. Right. Arvyth forgot the introduction.

>SAY: Name's Arvyth, I am in fact, not there. I am nowhere, for almost all practical purposes. I just, do things that can influence there, sort of. I haven't exactly done this thing before, but I was in port and saw something interesting that I'd read about a while ago and had some time off so...anyway I might be a bit unpolished at doing things that are helpful. Feel free to ask me about or for things. Sorry for mincing the introduction, but I figured trying to get things a bit better was important. Now that things are a bit calmer...do you want to stay about where you are or maybe take a look around?

The TCP agrees that, well, light was probably a nicer thing than the introduction, though knowing that Arvyth has a name and is not there, does partially clarify the earlier question. There is a lot more to ask, but Syngere decides to wait on further inquiry, to first reply to the question it was given. The TCP decides that looking around would be interesting, but is unsure of how to make the way back if it wants to go back to this area.

Arvyth is beginning to wonder if picking a challenge option for something it has never done before, was in fact, a good idea. It is undecided.

>SAY: Uhh, sure, right, right give me a bit of time...I need to, figure that one out.

Syngere decides to take a look at its immediate surroundings in detail, with its newly given light source, while waiting on Arvyth to figure out that problem. The time also gives an excellent chance to think about what to ask.

[seppawku]

Trill splashes around in the clouds, dipping under the ‘sea’ until their head stops spinning so much. When they surface again, they’re covered in a light layer of fog and dew. They stay floating near the surface, making themself comfortable.

>SAY: Feeling any better?

Trill hums quietly. In a low singsong, they ask what Lan meant by getting them anything they want.

>SAY: Well, there’s not much around here, right? I didn’t want to create too many things before I talked to you.

Trill tilts their head to the side.

>SAY: But now I can make you anything you want! Liii-ke… this!

>CREATE: Towels, floating toys.

Trill startles, but flips over to swim towards a blown-up cryptid toy and clamber up onto it. It squeaks when they bat it on the head with a fin. They want to stay in the clouds, they say after a minute, but ask Lan for somewhere to shelter and for them to turn off the lights. It takes Lan a minute.

>SAY: Oh. Oh! The sun. I’ll.. work on a shelter, but—

>GIVE: Three-eyed sunglasses, astronomy book.

They look so cool.

[seppawku]

It’s a nice day, if somewhat humid. The ground is covered in a low haze of fog and the sun shines brightly through the holes in the clouds.

[victorianflorist]

Monty pushes their way into the well-appointed bathroom. The walls are covered in black and white tiles. The baths are massive, each bath more akin to a small swimming pool. Black and white rockwork frames each bath, the large boulders and pebbles interspersed with large plants with wide, glossy tropical leaves. These plants bloom with neon flowers, the tube-shaped blooms glowing with stark yellows, vibrant oranges, and bright blues. A pair of waterfall-like water features pour back and forth from multiple pools and eventually each settle into their respective baths. Towels sit folded on a table alongside a large empty metal cabinet, covered in etched graffiti patterns. 

> GIVE: TCP Shampoo, TCP conditioner, TCP body wash.

As Monty looks at the pools and into the cabinet, a number of large, value-size bottles of TCP-appropriate shampoo, conditioner, and body wash appear inside the cabinet. Monty handles them, squeezing some of the conditioners out onto their furry hand. They chuckle, a hearty rustling and huffing sound, liking the drippy way the condition runs through their hair and the way it smells like cherries. Though they note to themself that they don't know what cherries are. 

Monty turns away from the cabinet, bringing the conditioner with them to the pair of baths. They slowly step into the bath on the right, the ice-cold water instantly soaking their legs and seeping into their thick fur. The TCP huffs with a low rumble, their version of purring, and slowly descends into the bath. They float out into the icy cool bath, first setting the conditioner onto a small shelf in the rock, and begin drifting in the cool water. Small jets kick on, gently circulating the water, and the water feature for the cold pool begins to gently mix in menthols and mint into the bath, soothing the fur-type's scalp. 

As the fur type takes a break from the humidity, Attitude sits behind her monitor, her messy penthouse apartment dark and warm, the shades are drawn. The only light in the room comes from her monitor and the small neon lights on her custom TCP interface. She sets to work continuing to construct her base.

> CREATE: Neon fence, paved road, armory, clinic, Cow-rat Paddock, Barn

A fence made of curling metal and neon appears around AT's growing compound in the RUINS. She watches as a paved road forms running from the bay doors of the warehouse, the cracked pavement running out through a gate in the newly made fence. A small armory warehouse appears nearby the main warehouse, empty weapons racks and ammo storage lining the walls. On the other side of the warehouse appears a health clinic, housed again in a warehouse. The sterile location contains everything necessary to treat any sort of TCP affliction, though not the knowledge necessary to do so. A paddock appears around a large herd of cow-rats grazing on the metal grass and flowers nearby, the same neon fencing springing up and linking to the main compound. A few of the graffiti golems begin patrolling the entire compound, a number of them even taking to herding the cow rats into the large bright yellow barn that appeared attacked to the paddock.

> CREATE: Rail station

The pockmarked road continues paving itself, tearing through ruins, rolling all the way out to where the tracks end at the rough beginning of the ruins. The road finishes forming as a small rusted train station springs into being. Cracked neon bulbs in the shape of a train spark pitifully as the whole of the building comes into being. The train station's decay is plain; the gift shop's products strewn about, a puddle of melted slurpy on the tile, and a mascot costume resembling a clay pot, like those dotted around the ruins in various states of disrepair, lays soaking up the blue puddle. 

As all these things pop into existence. Monty emerges from the bath, their thick fur weighing them down. Small fans in the ceiling kick on as the TCP nears the towels, warming the room gently to dry out the thick fur. Monty begins toweling off. 

> GIVE: Neon checkered Tripp Pants, crop top > Monty

An outfit appears before Monty and the TCP gently slides themself into the thin material once fully dried. The tripp pants have mesh at the knees and are light and breathable for the thickly furred TCP. The crop top is less a crop top and more a small top with one sleeve. Offering plenty of breathing to the TCPs thick fur. Monty emerges from the bathroom and gives AT a thumbs up, approving the outfit. AT immediately sets about stocking the TCPs room with more neon clothing. Monty looks on the warehouse from its place on one of the loft layers. There are a total of 5 loft layers, Monty's being the lowest. The TCP sees the new dancefloor and spotlights hanging above the entire warehouse. The cat even spots the large party bus, parked inside the small garage portion of the warehouse. Monty seems to smile.

> SAY: Ya like it? It's all yours for now, eventually, yr gonna have like friends and shit but for now it's just me and you.

Monty looks up, processing, and huffs a bit gesturing to their face.

> SAY: What's wrong? Want to talk back? I did teach you how to talk right? Or- Oh I get it.

> GIVE: Communication Tablet

A large flat tablet appears in Monty's hands. The TCP looks over it a moment and then perks up, stimming with their arms.

> SAY: Better?

The TCP takes a moment to fidget with the tablet, and the device issues out a "yes". Monty cradles the device a bit.

(From this point on any communication from Monty is to be assumed to have been done with the communication tablet.)

[Ignispark]

>CREATE: Paper, Pen

>SAY: Okay, so. Take the pen. That's the little tube shaped thing. Click the button on the back. The bit that'll press down. And the bit that pops out, can be pressed against the flat thing to make markings, okay. So, you can represent things with the markings.

Syngere manages to activate the pen after a few tries and attempts to make markings that look kind of like a wall of the cave onto the paper. Which, doesn't quite work out, due to a number of factors, including an awkward angle with the paper, being unsure of how to actually make the markings right, and some other issues. The TCP asks for assistance.

>SAY: Oh. Yeah. Hold on a second. That's not the right way for what I was thinking but that's actually a pretty good idea too. Hold on. I'll just. Pop in some info. That should help.

>CREATE: Satchel, Notebook titled 'Maps', Notebook titled 'Drawings'
>TEACH: Cartography, Drawing, Satchel Usage, Usage of office supplies

Syngere takes a few moments to get bearings on what to do, before gently placing down the paper and picking up the map notebook. The TCP paces around for a few moments, before marking out a title page, table of contents, a key page, and the first part of the maps which includes the rough shape of this room, and labeling each exit.

>SAY: Oh! Excellent work. Okay, so. If you'll notice that larger object. You can, open that up. Place the notebooks in that. And...carry it with that cloth bit, which can go over your shoulder if you stick your arm through that bit. As for the paper...I can think of a good solution. I'll make a folder, which can be opened to slot paper in and also put into the bag.
>CREATE: Folder

The TCP places the marked paper in the folder and slots away the map notebook for the moment, grabbing the drawing notebook. Syngere, with newfound powers of office supplies and more, gives making a depiction of the cavern wall another shot.


>SAY: Nice. Alright. I'll see about outfitting this room to be returned to later with a couple amenities that...might be useful, if you don't mind.

Syngere nods, unsure of what Arvyth has in mind, before going back to drawing the stone.

>CREATE: Doors for the neighboring passages; a desk with an office chair, a desk lamp, a box of additional pens, and a pack of paper; a sofa and a small table.

After the TCP is content for the moment, with the current drawings of various rock bits and bobs including stalactites and stalagmites, the sofa is investigated resulting in the status effect of sitting.

[cosmo]

Milieu sets about to filling in the treehouse a bit while waiting for Dally to finish... staring out the window and watching the water.

>CREATE: Wall-size map of the swamp, firefly lantern, clothing catalog, waterproof curtains, galoshes

The map appears on the wall, as do the curtains next to the window, and the lantern, catalog, and galoshes show up in the middle of the room. The fireflies in the lantern cast dancing blue lights on the walls and reflect themselves on Dally's metal skin.

>SAY: I'm sorry but can I bother you to put these on? They will protect your feet from getting wet. You can pick out the rest of your outfit in that catalog though.

It takes Dally a couple tries to figure out what Milieu wants it to put on, but eventually it carefully pulls on the galoshes and clomps over to the clothing catalog. It crouches over the catalog, turning the page with its more flexible hand. It points out a few clothing items.

>CREATE: Soft tunic, ragged scarf, brimmed hat

The clothing appears on the floor in a neatly folded pile. Dally attempts to pick up the clothes and put them on, but its a bit of a struggle with only one bendable arm and it ends up getting some of its fluid on them. It makes distressed ringing sounds at this, asking if Milieu can fix it.

>SAY: Oh no! I'm sorry I can- I'll make something you can clean them with!

CREATE: Washing machine, dryer

The washing machine and dryer appear at the base of the treehouse, floating on the swamp water yet buoyed to the base of the tree.

>SAY: Hang on, that must hurt right? I wasn't sure what the blue stuff was at first but if that's your blood...

>CREATE: Bandages

>TEACH: First aid, laundry

Dally seems more concerned about the clothes than its wound at first, attempting to descend the ladder to get to the washing machine but after it nearly falls down the ladder and into the swamp, Milieu manages to convince it to bandage itself up first. The hat and galoshes are unstained so they remain on, but the tunic and scarf have small blue stains so Dally descends and puts them in the washer. Milieu realizes dott forgot the soap so dott CREATES some detergent as well. At long last the clothes are in and Dally sits on top of the washing machine, the subtle vibrations of the machine's wash cycle causing its forks to ring out a quiet reverberating song through the swamp.