▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[Ah... Well, that ended up having the opposite effect. It's too bad that Soundwave is frozen by her line to stop her from downing the drink like he did.
Calling him cute seems to have gotten Soundwave out of his stupor, but has the unfortunate effect of getting his face flustered even more. Realizing that he's making a fool of himself, he tries to regain his composure. Try being the keyword, here.
Soundwave folds his arms and turns his face away from her with a 'hmph'. ... And then pops the chocolate in his hand. He's thankful for that.]
... I am not cute. Nor am I sweet.
[Please, he's still entirely too sober to deal with a giggling human girl. Speaking of drunk...]
Where did you get the mimosa, by the way? [Changing subject, changing subject.] I wish to have more of that drink.
[ She barely suppresses a snicker. He's making this worse for himself. If she senses a weakness, she has to pick at it. The compulsion is too strong to ignore, an awful, awful addiction she's unable to quit, considering she'd spent far too much time doing that to her so-called friends.
Monika leans back in her chair, looking increasingly comfortable...and obnoxiously smug. Seems she's most in her element when she's being a pest. ]
There's a whole tray of them over there. [ She gestures with her glass over to a setup with various complimentary wedding-themed snacks. ] Make sure you get an extra orange one.
[ Will she leave it at that? Be nice? Tease him more?
...Tease him more, of course! He's doing too good of a job of reminding her of a certain pink-haired, manga-loving menace. ]
I hear it can cure bad cases of tsundere. Maybe grab the whole tray~
[What is this bully? He didn't even do anything. Whatever, he pulls his mask back up, to hide not just the flushed face but also the pout. He knows he'll have to pull it down again though, since he'll be drinking. But until he gets the drink, he can cope with the comfort of his mask and visor.
Just let him cope that he isn't sweet and cute. He's terrible person with the social skill of a rock. A rock probably has better social skills than him...]
I am not a... tsundere, either. [It's frankly amazing that he even knows what a tsundere is.] And I might just do that!
[His voice raises for once. He's not actually angry, but oh he's certainly getting agitated by Monika's kind words. He's not sure how to deal when someone is being playful with him. Anyway, he needs to have some time away, so he gets up and walks away to grab a whole tray of mimosa. But not before saying:]
Stay here. I'll be back.
[It doesn't actually take long for Soundwave to return. And true to his word, he does bring a whole tray of mimosa with him. It took a bit of negotiating and thinly-veiled threats, but what truly matters is that he's gotten a whole tray. Not only that, he seems to have bought three bottles of red wine, too. He sets them down on the table before re-joining Monika, sitting right next to her.]
Hmph. [Soundwave doesn't say anything as he sinks back into the chair, pops a red wine bottle open, and decides to down at least half of it, before exhaling , cheeks flushed entirely red as he turns to face Monika, still pouting over it.
Oh, did he try to hide his pout earlier? Well now Monika gets to see it now.]
[ How about that. He's hip with the lingo of questionable archetypes! He'll get points for that, but not many. It's more fun (as in, infuriating) when she can explain weird terms in the most convoluted ways possible.
On the bright side, that unexpected show of a new emotion (who knew he could raise his voice!) combined with him re-masking knocks the smarm off her face. She doesn't even manage a real response, only stammering out a few words before he's stormed off. This leaves her looking mildly annoyed and highly put out. People are supposed to subject themselves to her behavior for as long as she wants! And speaking of, who is he to tell her to stay put? She's a free woman! She can move around as much as she wants!
But...she'd rather not be alone. Grumbling, she pokes at the snack hoard and works on finishing up her cold coffee, since it's better than the dumb mimosa. This jerk!
...This jerk who's made her sputter into a cup for the second time in one day. Thankfully, none of it splashes out, but it was a close one. Back to being shocked again, then. And maybe more annoyed on the inside, because she hates being so expertly one-upped. ]
Er...
[ She stares. Watches him drink--no, chug--wine, then attempts to count just how many mimosas have been dragged over. Craziest of all, is he pouting? Her brain's short-circuiting. She has to lean away from him, because she's pretty sure he's going to be flammable any minute now. ]
Okay, so. Ehehe. I know I'm pretty new to this whole food and drink thing, but... [ Did she count twenty glasses? Twenty-five? And two more bottles of wine?! ] This seems dangerous, doesn't it?
[ She's cool and mature enough to know alcohol poisoning is a thing! ]
[Oh is she doubting his ability to drink this much? After she teased him that it can cure his bad case of tsundere? Nay, he's going to cure this "illness".]
I can handle this much. I'm made of sterner stuff.
[Just half a bottle? He can do one more bottle- he's only just getting tipsy! But he knows how to pace himself. He's not out here to get extremely drunk right at the start. Human alcohol aren't as strong as his own kind, however, he's getting the feeling that Monika might be worried with the amount of alcohol he brings to the table. It's a worrying amount, sure, and.... he's not even sure himself what point he's making, here.
In any case, he's not going to back down after bringing all these, here.]
You are free to join in. Or not. Do whatever you what. [....] Just... let me get drunk enough so I can socialize better.
[Which is partly true. He does get better at socializing when drunk. And so, he takes another chug of the bottle, before turning back to Monika, expression less pouty and more curious.]
[ She is absolutely doubting him! She's not asking him to cure his tsun affliction with death!
Her grimacing worsens when he insists he's intent on putting Dionysus to shame. Maybe she should try to tip the tray over, just to be safe? ]
Erm, I dunno if I'll have much more. What I did have already made me feel a little funny. [ She's small and inexperienced. Of course it did. ] I'm not sure if I want to figure out if this place has a hospital the hard way...
[ She puts her coffee cup aside, then leans in to peer at the tray closer. She wants an accurate count, just in case she has to explain why he's passed out to a doctor. ]
Seriously, you don't have to get drunk on my account! You've done fine so far! You can't be any worse than this guy I met in an elevator here. His sentences were usually just one word...
[ But just as she's about to finish tapping on each glass to get her count done, here comes another shocker. The tray rattles, and she jerks back, gawking at him. Is that why he's being like this? ]
Oh my gosh. [ She giggles softly. ] Has no one ever given you a compliment before? Of course you're sweet! In your own grumpy way, yeah, but definitely sweet. You've spent all this time with me, haven't you? It means a lot!
[ She just, you know. Had to be annoying with her kindness first. ]
[He had received compliments before. Typically it's regarding his work ethic and hard work. Accomplishments. Things of that nature. He isn't always modest; he likes flattery. Sometimes he's a sucker for them when his hard work is recognized. But work ethic asides, he's never had anyone ever compliment how... sweet, he is? He's still very doubtful that he's a sweet person.
Most people knows him as the silent, creepy, and intimidating bot. The type of bot who'd likely kill the mood in the party by simply walking inside.
At a certain point of time in the true, it was true. He was like that, and it didn't help that he normally push people away. Now he's trying his best to change that.
He stares at her with half-lidded eyes, as if to determine if what she said is a lie or truth. Then, he puts the half-finished bottle on the table and sinks back into the chair, looking up at the ceiling.]
.... I thought I annoyed and upset you.
[That's all he simply said. Typically he doesn't care if he annoyed someone, especially a human, but... this is his first friend in this place, isn't it? It wouldn't do that he's leaving bad impressions or annoyed her on the first day.
Not that he knows what to do to rectify all of that, anyway.]
[ That stare...it makes what hint of a smile she had falter. No one's ever looked at her that way. She finds herself getting uncomfortable, squirming a little under his gaze. The feeling doesn't abate until he switches to staring at the ceiling. What if, she wonders, he hadn't liked what he saw there?
She fights off a shiver. Getting a taste of her own staring medicine wasn't so great. Eventually, she pushes all that aside to shift focus back to what's important. ]
If you annoyed me, it's no big deal. Totally minor! But...you haven't upset me. Not one bit. Ahaha, I think you'd know if you had.
[ She tends to make her displeasure, ah, very obvious. ]
But see? That's how I know you're sweet. [ One of his arms gets a quick poke. ] Someone who wasn't sweet wouldn't be so worried about things like that~
[If Soundwave notices that his scrutinizing made her uncomfortable, he doesn't show it. It's something he usually does. Staring at someone for an uncomfortable amount of time, that is.
But that aside... It's good to hear that he hasn't upset her. 'It's no big deal'... That probably meant that he did annoy her a bit. But... if it's minor, then it's fine.
Monika asserting that he's sweet gets his cheeks redder, somehow. Or maybe it's from the alcohol? Who can tell.
There's a long stretch of silence. One thing Monika may have to deal with him is the long awkward silence. But eventually, he does finally say something, eyes shifting to meet with Monika's again.]
Thank you.
[He couldn't do this if he was sober instead. But, as much as it embarrassed and surprised him, it's.... oddly nice to know that he can be "sweet".]
[ She lets him have his silence, since he's so graciously done the same for her without much fuss. Besides, it's kind of fun to wonder what's going on in his head. The more time she spends with him, the more she'd love to take a dip into that mind and see what dwells there.
When he finally speaks, she's smiling brightly. It's nice, feeling like she's done something good. ]
Ahaha! Now you're thanking me! I think that calls for a little celebration~
[ Which means she'll grab what's left of her barely-touched mimosa and drink, oh, maybe a half or so. That's her equivalent to a Soundwave wine chug. Quite the accomplishment! ]
In fact~ [ He gets another poke. ] I may just have to upgrade you to adorable.
[ Don't tease more. Don't do it. He's already shown he's a fragile tsundere. Don't don't don't-- ]
Especially with all that blushing you're doing.
[ Look, it's her special way of saying "you're welcome." ]
[What's this one-two hit combo?! Right after he calmed down from his own fluster!
Now his face is as red as a tomato, struggling to find the words to counter her claim. Sweet is one thing. Adorable? There's no way he'll fit in any category that's considered cute.]
I'm not... I am not adorable. You need to get your eyes fixed.
[And the snark returns.]
And I am not blushing. It's just red from the.... Wine. Not because of anything else.
[Yeah, totally. Hell, he's going to down two glasses of mimosas right there.]
[ Ooooh, feisty! She only giggles more. This is way too easy! ]
Let's add "rude" and "bad liar" to your character traits. You're really racking up a bunch of fun ones, aren't you~?
[ And already pounding back the drinks while they're at it. Really stuck a nerve, it seems! ]
Should I be preparing to hold your hair back for you? [ Thankfully, she reserves her poking for one of the empty glasses this time. ] If you keep rejecting all of my generous compliments, I think we're going to be spending the rest of our day together in the bathroom!
Then again. [ There's a little something disconcerting in her chuckle. ] You really learn who a person is when they're suffering.
I particularly take offense being called a "bad liar".
[That's what he's good at: deceptions and lies. However, when it comes to the matter of his emotions and the heart, he is... Well, admittedly bad at it. But still he takes offense to that.
Soundwave raises an eyebrow at the change of tone.]
What are you talking about?
[Is it just him being drunk, or did Monika just sound oddly ominous there? Does she intent to make him suffer through... Embarrassment? Spare him.]
I'll be fine. If it gets too bad, I'll just find a bed. [He huffs.] I have no right to be called adorable.... when there's already someone here who fits that way better than me.
[And that someone? Soundwave pokes at her nose. Monika. Oh, and it's payback for all that poking earlier!]
[ One of her eyebrows goes up at that counter. Who wants to insist they're good liar? That's silly. It's nothing she'd want to be proud of. Which, speaking of... ]
Hmm, what? Do you mean me saying how sick you're going to be?
[ Maybe she's not a bad liar, per se. More so incredible at ignoring anything that disrupts her reality. She didn't say anything weird, he did!
Actually, he did. The poke that went with it has her making a tiny choked noise, which is weirdly lowkey, considering how she reacted to being touched earlier. Maybe there's too much shock this time? Because the grump actually flirted. ]
Wh-Why do your compliments feel so weaponized?! Like, have you been drunk this entire time? Was there alcohol in our coffee?
[ She snatches up her empty coffee cup and sniffs, then realizes she's not sure if she'd know what to smell for. Growling in frustration, she sets it back down and...
And she blushes. Part of it is embarrassment; most of it is her body going into overdrive. She hasn't gotten many compliments. Or...any, really, aside from his gentler ones about her clothing. It's not like it was possible before. Talk about doki doki! She's finding it hard to look at him. Her shoulders hunch, then she grabs what's left of her mimosa to sip at it. Would it help ease her nerves? This moment is a lot to handle...! ]
I'm sort of curious to see how you'll get if you do drink all of this, even if I have no idea where you'd fit it all. [ Does he have a holding tank? Jeez. ] But also...thanks.
[ Siiiiip. Just going to mentally berate herself while slowly dying inside. She'd planned out how she'd respond to a situation like this for ages, and she blew it! Who knew it'd be impossible to react exactly the way she expected to? ]
[Boy, he's going to have a bitch of a hangover in the morning. Right now, he's not worried about that and, simply because he interprets her words as a challenge, is more than willing to drink up all the alcohol on the table]
Says you. You calling me adorable felt weaponized.
[Weaponized tease to turn him into an embarrassed mess, which he was on his way to had he not gotten progressively drunker. He's not sure what to do since he never had compliments like that before! Sure, he'll admit that it feels good inside when Monika said that, but his body and mind don't know how to react to that! It's too much to handle without appropriate mental preparation.]
Do you want to see that? [Because he's opening a second red wine bottle and readying himself to take a swig.]
[ Well, if there's one thing he's good at, it's keeping her from staying silent for too long. Probably because he's always giving her something to overreact to. Add "generous" to his list of traits. ]
How?! How to both of those!! I feel fuzzy from just one mimosa, and we're, like, the same size!
[ See? Cool and mature! She knows things about the booze! ]
Also, my compliment was sincere, even if it was weaponized! [ It's not illegal for one to be both! ] Stop trying to be some--some badass or whatever! Being dumb isn't going to impress me!
[ Think fast. She's grabbing for the wine to snatch it away. Once again, she is not trying to take care of an unconscious person! ]
Isn't this your first real alcohol? You need to build up your tolerance for that. Or perhaps your alcohol tolerance isn't strong in the first place.
[Also hey, he wanted that wine. Right after she made her curiosity known? Ugh. Soundwave decides to not fight her over it though, but instead slumps a little and pout and bicker with his new friend.]
I am not trying to be either. This is typical.
[Whether Monika believes him or not, he'll always insist that he can handle two wine bottles, plus a couple glasses more.]
Plus, the alcohol here isn't as strong as the ones in my world. [.....] Thank you for the compliments. I did feel your sincerity.
That's...not important! [ Stop implying that she's bad at something! ] We're focused on you! Clearly I can't trust you around alcohol!
[ Thankfully, there's not much of a fight, because she didn't need to find out how to clean red wine out of clothes the hard way. With a huff, she sets the bottle down out of his reach. After giving it an experimental sniff and making a "blech!" face, anyway.
That out of the way, she crosses her arms and eyes him suspiciously. She's watching you. Don't touch anything else! ]
Your type of "typical" is totally reckless. Calm down! And seriously... [ A snort. ] What are you, an alien? Who says things like "in my world"? Ahaha!
[ Obviously everyone here is from Earth! ]
You're welcome, though. [ She leans in close, just so her dumb joke can hit its hardest. There'll be no more of this "uwu so shy" stuff with her. ] Tsoundere.
[ Coming up with something like that off the cuff? Not easy! Well, it is for her, since she's a former literature club president and all. Perfect for showing an alien the ropes!
...Wait, WHAT? ]
You're-- [ She makes a strange noise, trying to find words. ] But--! No way!
[ That's sci-fi stuff! Totally not her genre! Like, sure, she's not dumb enough to think there's absolutely no other life in the universe, but he's...he's...shouldn't he be slimy? Green? At the very least, there should be some big beady eyes! What next, is he going to tell her he's a robot in disguise? Pffft!
All of these thoughts, of course, are brought to you by a girl who was living in a video game, a thing that is so much more normal in comparison. ]
Okay, then. [ One eyebrow goes up. A challenge. ] Prove it.
[Monika's doubting him. Which is understandable, as the claim might seem dubious. If anything, it goes to show how well the holoavatar look if it can trick another human into believing he's human. Aside from his lack of knowledge of human customs or food, nobody could tell that he isn't one.]
This is not my real body.
[And to prove it, he reaches his hand out to her chest and.... His arm go through her body. If Monika looks down, she'll find that the arm is somewhat see through now. Then, he pulls his arm back and it seemingly becomes solid again as he picks a chocolate and pops it into his mouth.]
It's a holographic body. Holomatter avatar... It's a hard light projection. And before you ask, I do not understand how the technology itself works.
[What point he's making is that the holographic avatar is solid. Able to interact with the surrounding. Able to feel. Able to look just as alive as the next human being. What point is having a disguise if you can't blend in with the populace, after all. Most species aren't see through.
In normal circumstances, he wouldn't let this fact known. But he isn't using this form as a disguise, but rather for convenience.]
Otherwise.... If you require more prove, we'll have to go to the parking garage.
[ Sometimes, she really, really hates her need to know everything. This is one of those times where she loathes it. Which is why, understandably, she screams in shock. A visual novel never prepared her for something like this!!
For the second time today, she's got people staring at them, but on the bright side, everyone seems to quickly shrug it off and return to their business. Seems sounds like that are more expected in this area. How...nice? Either way, she wasn't prepared, and she doesn't think she's prepared for anything else. This is why she snatches up a mimosa and does her best impression of him, gulping it all down in one go. ]
Why would I need to go there?! You--this-- [ She sputters, then shrilly shrieks out: ] You could've done that in a less traumatic way!
[ There. That feels better. She clutches her chest, breathing heavily. This is fine. No big deal. Stranger things have happened! She's here, isn't she? What's a little close encounter with the third kind to get the blood pumping!
When she's calmed down enough to speak again, she has to fight the urge to let the floodgate of questions open. (That, and poke him all over, just to see if she can find a "soft" spot.) She'll focus on the easiest question for now. ]
[Honestly, Soundwave was expecting some sort of strong reaction after what he's done. Having an arm go through someone like that? Just about anybody would be surprised. That's why Soundwave looks a little less awkward and surprise when Monika screamed. Everybody else are minding their own business, so there isn't any awkward air unlike in the cafe.
Soundwave is quietly amused by the spectacle.]
That is where my real body is. Only if you want to see the real me. [As for if he could've done it in a less traumatic way...] That's the best way I could think of.
[The best way to surprise and mess with her, that is. He gives her a shrug in the end.]
About 30 feet tall. Used to be. Somehow, being here has reduced my height .... I believe I am about 10 feet tall now?
[Somewhere around that ballpark? He hadn't gotten the chance to check that out, as getting his current accurate height is the least important thing to explore in this place.]
[ Ohhh boy, is that tray of mimosas looking even more tempting... ]
Thirty feet. [ --she says, mildly more traumatized-- ] And now ten. Practically a dwarf! Ahahaha. Haha...
[ Abruptly, she stands. That burning need to know is at it again, even if she's half expecting to make her way to the garage and meet a tiny Godzilla. ]
Fine, then. Keep your..."hard" body here to guard our stuff. I'm coming to you. I need to give you a piece of my mind in person! [ A pause. ] And don't drink anything while I'm gone! Even if I have no idea how that's working!
[ With that, she flips her ponytail, then off she goes without another word. She's a bit...wobbly, but she's fine. She'll be fine!
Prepare thyself, Soundwave. Hurricane Monika is going to be blowing in soon. ]
[Soundwave sees her off without a word, head tilting to the side.
Should he had given her a description of his real body? He could tell her via telepathy... No, that'll just traumatize her further. Ah well. He believes in her ability to find him. While she gets to the garage, he'll just transfer his consciousness back to his real body. The avatar will remain static with its own idle sitting pose, almost like an NPC in a video game.
And lo, fast forward to the parking garage.
The place is filled with expensive and fancy car as far as the eyes can see. Except for one vehicle in particular she may or may not come across. It looks out of place amongst the expensive cars. If anything, it closely resembles a military vehicle.
If Soundwave spots her.... Well, he won't say anything. She'll have to find him herself.]
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Calling him cute seems to have gotten Soundwave out of his stupor, but has the unfortunate effect of getting his face flustered even more. Realizing that he's making a fool of himself, he tries to regain his composure. Try being the keyword, here.
Soundwave folds his arms and turns his face away from her with a 'hmph'. ... And then pops the chocolate in his hand. He's thankful for that.]
... I am not cute. Nor am I sweet.
[Please, he's still entirely too sober to deal with a giggling human girl. Speaking of drunk...]
Where did you get the mimosa, by the way? [Changing subject, changing subject.] I wish to have more of that drink.
[With the goal being fairly obvious.]
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[ She barely suppresses a snicker. He's making this worse for himself. If she senses a weakness, she has to pick at it. The compulsion is too strong to ignore, an awful, awful addiction she's unable to quit, considering she'd spent far too much time doing that to her so-called friends.
Monika leans back in her chair, looking increasingly comfortable...and obnoxiously smug. Seems she's most in her element when she's being a pest. ]
There's a whole tray of them over there. [ She gestures with her glass over to a setup with various complimentary wedding-themed snacks. ] Make sure you get an extra orange one.
[ Will she leave it at that? Be nice? Tease him more?
...Tease him more, of course! He's doing too good of a job of reminding her of a certain pink-haired, manga-loving menace. ]
I hear it can cure bad cases of tsundere. Maybe grab the whole tray~
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Just let him cope that he isn't sweet and cute. He's terrible person with the social skill of a rock. A rock probably has better social skills than him...]
I am not a... tsundere, either. [It's frankly amazing that he even knows what a tsundere is.] And I might just do that!
[His voice raises for once. He's not actually angry, but oh he's certainly getting agitated by Monika's kind words. He's not sure how to deal when someone is being playful with him. Anyway, he needs to have some time away, so he gets up and walks away to grab a whole tray of mimosa. But not before saying:]
Stay here. I'll be back.
[It doesn't actually take long for Soundwave to return. And true to his word, he does bring a whole tray of mimosa with him. It took a bit of negotiating and thinly-veiled threats, but what truly matters is that he's gotten a whole tray. Not only that, he seems to have bought three bottles of red wine, too. He sets them down on the table before re-joining Monika, sitting right next to her.]
Hmph. [Soundwave doesn't say anything as he sinks back into the chair, pops a red wine bottle open, and decides to down at least half of it, before exhaling , cheeks flushed entirely red as he turns to face Monika, still pouting over it.
Oh, did he try to hide his pout earlier? Well now Monika gets to see it now.]
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On the bright side, that unexpected show of a new emotion (who knew he could raise his voice!) combined with him re-masking knocks the smarm off her face. She doesn't even manage a real response, only stammering out a few words before he's stormed off. This leaves her looking mildly annoyed and highly put out. People are supposed to subject themselves to her behavior for as long as she wants! And speaking of, who is he to tell her to stay put? She's a free woman! She can move around as much as she wants!
But...she'd rather not be alone. Grumbling, she pokes at the snack hoard and works on finishing up her cold coffee, since it's better than the dumb mimosa. This jerk!
...This jerk who's made her sputter into a cup for the second time in one day. Thankfully, none of it splashes out, but it was a close one. Back to being shocked again, then. And maybe more annoyed on the inside, because she hates being so expertly one-upped. ]
Er...
[ She stares. Watches him drink--no, chug--wine, then attempts to count just how many mimosas have been dragged over. Craziest of all, is he pouting? Her brain's short-circuiting. She has to lean away from him, because she's pretty sure he's going to be flammable any minute now. ]
Okay, so. Ehehe. I know I'm pretty new to this whole food and drink thing, but... [ Did she count twenty glasses? Twenty-five? And two more bottles of wine?! ] This seems dangerous, doesn't it?
[ She's cool and mature enough to know alcohol poisoning is a thing! ]
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I can handle this much. I'm made of sterner stuff.
[Just half a bottle? He can do one more bottle- he's only just getting tipsy! But he knows how to pace himself. He's not out here to get extremely drunk right at the start. Human alcohol aren't as strong as his own kind, however, he's getting the feeling that Monika might be worried with the amount of alcohol he brings to the table. It's a worrying amount, sure, and.... he's not even sure himself what point he's making, here.
In any case, he's not going to back down after bringing all these, here.]
You are free to join in. Or not. Do whatever you what. [....] Just... let me get drunk enough so I can socialize better.
[Which is partly true. He does get better at socializing when drunk. And so, he takes another chug of the bottle, before turning back to Monika, expression less pouty and more curious.]
........ You really think I'm sweet?
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Her grimacing worsens when he insists he's intent on putting Dionysus to shame. Maybe she should try to tip the tray over, just to be safe? ]
Erm, I dunno if I'll have much more. What I did have already made me feel a little funny. [ She's small and inexperienced. Of course it did. ] I'm not sure if I want to figure out if this place has a hospital the hard way...
[ She puts her coffee cup aside, then leans in to peer at the tray closer. She wants an accurate count, just in case she has to explain why he's passed out to a doctor. ]
Seriously, you don't have to get drunk on my account! You've done fine so far! You can't be any worse than this guy I met in an elevator here. His sentences were usually just one word...
[ But just as she's about to finish tapping on each glass to get her count done, here comes another shocker. The tray rattles, and she jerks back, gawking at him. Is that why he's being like this? ]
Oh my gosh. [ She giggles softly. ] Has no one ever given you a compliment before? Of course you're sweet! In your own grumpy way, yeah, but definitely sweet. You've spent all this time with me, haven't you? It means a lot!
[ She just, you know. Had to be annoying with her kindness first. ]
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Most people knows him as the silent, creepy, and intimidating bot. The type of bot who'd likely kill the mood in the party by simply walking inside.
At a certain point of time in the true, it was true. He was like that, and it didn't help that he normally push people away. Now he's trying his best to change that.
He stares at her with half-lidded eyes, as if to determine if what she said is a lie or truth. Then, he puts the half-finished bottle on the table and sinks back into the chair, looking up at the ceiling.]
.... I thought I annoyed and upset you.
[That's all he simply said. Typically he doesn't care if he annoyed someone, especially a human, but... this is his first friend in this place, isn't it? It wouldn't do that he's leaving bad impressions or annoyed her on the first day.
Not that he knows what to do to rectify all of that, anyway.]
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She fights off a shiver. Getting a taste of her own staring medicine wasn't so great. Eventually, she pushes all that aside to shift focus back to what's important. ]
If you annoyed me, it's no big deal. Totally minor! But...you haven't upset me. Not one bit. Ahaha, I think you'd know if you had.
[ She tends to make her displeasure, ah, very obvious. ]
But see? That's how I know you're sweet. [ One of his arms gets a quick poke. ] Someone who wasn't sweet wouldn't be so worried about things like that~
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But that aside... It's good to hear that he hasn't upset her. 'It's no big deal'... That probably meant that he did annoy her a bit. But... if it's minor, then it's fine.
Monika asserting that he's sweet gets his cheeks redder, somehow. Or maybe it's from the alcohol? Who can tell.
There's a long stretch of silence. One thing Monika may have to deal with him is the long awkward silence. But eventually, he does finally say something, eyes shifting to meet with Monika's again.]
Thank you.
[He couldn't do this if he was sober instead. But, as much as it embarrassed and surprised him, it's.... oddly nice to know that he can be "sweet".]
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When he finally speaks, she's smiling brightly. It's nice, feeling like she's done something good. ]
Ahaha! Now you're thanking me! I think that calls for a little celebration~
[ Which means she'll grab what's left of her barely-touched mimosa and drink, oh, maybe a half or so. That's her equivalent to a Soundwave wine chug. Quite the accomplishment! ]
In fact~ [ He gets another poke. ] I may just have to upgrade you to adorable.
[ Don't tease more. Don't do it. He's already shown he's a fragile tsundere. Don't don't don't-- ]
Especially with all that blushing you're doing.
[ Look, it's her special way of saying "you're welcome." ]
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[What's this one-two hit combo?! Right after he calmed down from his own fluster!
Now his face is as red as a tomato, struggling to find the words to counter her claim. Sweet is one thing. Adorable? There's no way he'll fit in any category that's considered cute.]
I'm not... I am not adorable. You need to get your eyes fixed.
[And the snark returns.]
And I am not blushing. It's just red from the.... Wine. Not because of anything else.
[Yeah, totally. Hell, he's going to down two glasses of mimosas right there.]
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Let's add "rude" and "bad liar" to your character traits. You're really racking up a bunch of fun ones, aren't you~?
[ And already pounding back the drinks while they're at it. Really stuck a nerve, it seems! ]
Should I be preparing to hold your hair back for you? [ Thankfully, she reserves her poking for one of the empty glasses this time. ] If you keep rejecting all of my generous compliments, I think we're going to be spending the rest of our day together in the bathroom!
Then again. [ There's a little something disconcerting in her chuckle. ] You really learn who a person is when they're suffering.
[ Just saying that for no reason at all! ]
What more would I learn about you, I wonder?
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[That's what he's good at: deceptions and lies. However, when it comes to the matter of his emotions and the heart, he is... Well, admittedly bad at it. But still he takes offense to that.
Soundwave raises an eyebrow at the change of tone.]
What are you talking about?
[Is it just him being drunk, or did Monika just sound oddly ominous there? Does she intent to make him suffer through... Embarrassment? Spare him.]
I'll be fine. If it gets too bad, I'll just find a bed. [He huffs.] I have no right to be called adorable.... when there's already someone here who fits that way better than me.
[And that someone? Soundwave pokes at her nose. Monika. Oh, and it's payback for all that poking earlier!]
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Hmm, what? Do you mean me saying how sick you're going to be?
[ Maybe she's not a bad liar, per se. More so incredible at ignoring anything that disrupts her reality. She didn't say anything weird, he did!
Actually, he did. The poke that went with it has her making a tiny choked noise, which is weirdly lowkey, considering how she reacted to being touched earlier. Maybe there's too much shock this time? Because the grump actually flirted. ]
Wh-Why do your compliments feel so weaponized?! Like, have you been drunk this entire time? Was there alcohol in our coffee?
[ She snatches up her empty coffee cup and sniffs, then realizes she's not sure if she'd know what to smell for. Growling in frustration, she sets it back down and...
And she blushes. Part of it is embarrassment; most of it is her body going into overdrive. She hasn't gotten many compliments. Or...any, really, aside from his gentler ones about her clothing. It's not like it was possible before. Talk about doki doki! She's finding it hard to look at him. Her shoulders hunch, then she grabs what's left of her mimosa to sip at it. Would it help ease her nerves? This moment is a lot to handle...! ]
I'm sort of curious to see how you'll get if you do drink all of this, even if I have no idea where you'd fit it all. [ Does he have a holding tank? Jeez. ] But also...thanks.
[ Siiiiip. Just going to mentally berate herself while slowly dying inside. She'd planned out how she'd respond to a situation like this for ages, and she blew it! Who knew it'd be impossible to react exactly the way she expected to? ]
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[Boy, he's going to have a bitch of a hangover in the morning. Right now, he's not worried about that and, simply because he interprets her words as a challenge, is more than willing to drink up all the alcohol on the table]
Says you. You calling me adorable felt weaponized.
[Weaponized tease to turn him into an embarrassed mess, which he was on his way to had he not gotten progressively drunker. He's not sure what to do since he never had compliments like that before! Sure, he'll admit that it feels good inside when Monika said that, but his body and mind don't know how to react to that! It's too much to handle without appropriate mental preparation.]
Do you want to see that? [Because he's opening a second red wine bottle and readying himself to take a swig.]
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How?! How to both of those!! I feel fuzzy from just one mimosa, and we're, like, the same size!
[ See? Cool and mature! She knows things about the booze! ]
Also, my compliment was sincere, even if it was weaponized! [ It's not illegal for one to be both! ] Stop trying to be some--some badass or whatever! Being dumb isn't going to impress me!
[ Think fast. She's grabbing for the wine to snatch it away. Once again, she is not trying to take care of an unconscious person! ]
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[Also hey, he wanted that wine. Right after she made her curiosity known? Ugh. Soundwave decides to not fight her over it though, but instead slumps a little and pout and bicker with his new friend.]
I am not trying to be either. This is typical.
[Whether Monika believes him or not, he'll always insist that he can handle two wine bottles, plus a couple glasses more.]
Plus, the alcohol here isn't as strong as the ones in my world. [.....] Thank you for the compliments. I did feel your sincerity.
[Said off to the side and very quickly.]
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[ Thankfully, there's not much of a fight, because she didn't need to find out how to clean red wine out of clothes the hard way. With a huff, she sets the bottle down out of his reach. After giving it an experimental sniff and making a "blech!" face, anyway.
That out of the way, she crosses her arms and eyes him suspiciously. She's watching you. Don't touch anything else! ]
Your type of "typical" is totally reckless. Calm down! And seriously... [ A snort. ] What are you, an alien? Who says things like "in my world"? Ahaha!
[ Obviously everyone here is from Earth! ]
You're welcome, though. [ She leans in close, just so her dumb joke can hit its hardest. There'll be no more of this "uwu so shy" stuff with her. ] Tsoundere.
[ Get it? Soundwave plus tsundere? Ha! ]
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First, the 'you're welcome' makes him flustered. Second, Tsoundere. Really.]
.......... Horrible.
[He'd rather be called Soundy or Sounders over that. Shaking his head, he leans into the comfy chair and answers her question earlier.]
Anyway... Yes, I am an alien.
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[ Coming up with something like that off the cuff? Not easy! Well, it is for her, since she's a former literature club president and all. Perfect for showing an alien the ropes!
...Wait, WHAT? ]
You're-- [ She makes a strange noise, trying to find words. ] But--! No way!
[ That's sci-fi stuff! Totally not her genre! Like, sure, she's not dumb enough to think there's absolutely no other life in the universe, but he's...he's...shouldn't he be slimy? Green? At the very least, there should be some big beady eyes! What next, is he going to tell her he's a robot in disguise? Pffft!
All of these thoughts, of course, are brought to you by a girl who was living in a video game, a thing that is so much more normal in comparison. ]
Okay, then. [ One eyebrow goes up. A challenge. ] Prove it.
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This is not my real body.
[And to prove it, he reaches his hand out to her chest and.... His arm go through her body. If Monika looks down, she'll find that the arm is somewhat see through now. Then, he pulls his arm back and it seemingly becomes solid again as he picks a chocolate and pops it into his mouth.]
It's a holographic body. Holomatter avatar... It's a hard light projection. And before you ask, I do not understand how the technology itself works.
[What point he's making is that the holographic avatar is solid. Able to interact with the surrounding. Able to feel. Able to look just as alive as the next human being. What point is having a disguise if you can't blend in with the populace, after all. Most species aren't see through.
In normal circumstances, he wouldn't let this fact known. But he isn't using this form as a disguise, but rather for convenience.]
Otherwise.... If you require more prove, we'll have to go to the parking garage.
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For the second time today, she's got people staring at them, but on the bright side, everyone seems to quickly shrug it off and return to their business. Seems sounds like that are more expected in this area. How...nice? Either way, she wasn't prepared, and she doesn't think she's prepared for anything else. This is why she snatches up a mimosa and does her best impression of him, gulping it all down in one go. ]
Why would I need to go there?! You--this-- [ She sputters, then shrilly shrieks out: ] You could've done that in a less traumatic way!
[ There. That feels better. She clutches her chest, breathing heavily. This is fine. No big deal. Stranger things have happened! She's here, isn't she? What's a little close encounter with the third kind to get the blood pumping!
When she's calmed down enough to speak again, she has to fight the urge to let the floodgate of questions open. (That, and poke him all over, just to see if she can find a "soft" spot.) She'll focus on the easiest question for now. ]
How...big are you?
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Soundwave is quietly amused by the spectacle.]
That is where my real body is. Only if you want to see the real me. [As for if he could've done it in a less traumatic way...] That's the best way I could think of.
[The best way to surprise and mess with her, that is. He gives her a shrug in the end.]
About 30 feet tall. Used to be. Somehow, being here has reduced my height .... I believe I am about 10 feet tall now?
[Somewhere around that ballpark? He hadn't gotten the chance to check that out, as getting his current accurate height is the least important thing to explore in this place.]
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Thirty feet. [ --she says, mildly more traumatized-- ] And now ten. Practically a dwarf! Ahahaha. Haha...
[ Abruptly, she stands. That burning need to know is at it again, even if she's half expecting to make her way to the garage and meet a tiny Godzilla. ]
Fine, then. Keep your..."hard" body here to guard our stuff. I'm coming to you. I need to give you a piece of my mind in person! [ A pause. ] And don't drink anything while I'm gone! Even if I have no idea how that's working!
[ With that, she flips her ponytail, then off she goes without another word. She's a bit...wobbly, but she's fine. She'll be fine!
Prepare thyself, Soundwave. Hurricane Monika is going to be blowing in soon. ]
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Should he had given her a description of his real body? He could tell her via telepathy... No, that'll just traumatize her further. Ah well. He believes in her ability to find him. While she gets to the garage, he'll just transfer his consciousness back to his real body. The avatar will remain static with its own idle sitting pose, almost like an NPC in a video game.
And lo, fast forward to the parking garage.
The place is filled with expensive and fancy car as far as the eyes can see. Except for one vehicle in particular she may or may not come across. It looks out of place amongst the expensive cars. If anything, it closely resembles a military vehicle.
If Soundwave spots her.... Well, he won't say anything. She'll have to find him herself.]
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