TDM // #2

[oblivium]

TEST DRIVING MEME #2

REBIRTH ALWAYS FOLLOWS DEATH

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You died. Sort of. You float, sort of, blissfully unaware in a snug cocoon as both your Self and the world beyond slowly align. You're you still, you think, a hazy awareness as your eyes flutter open, and you see... nothing. A viscous substance blurs your vision, faint thrills of panic coiling around your lungs, swelling in your throat; wrapped in an ectoplasmic sheath, you're disoriented at best, frantically wondering where you are and how you wound up here. Whatever here is. Everything’s fuzzy, perception is limited, movement is restricted... and then it dawns on you, glacial down your spine, the nagging certainty that wherever you were before, you no longer exist there.

You're trapped. Your once cozy cocoon quickly becomes your prison, and an overwhelming sense of dread incites you to escape. On your own, you'll tire rapidly, weak still, unadjusted to the Netherworld's configuration. Scream loud enough and someone might come to your aid, though the process will leave you weaker still; as a new Restless, you go from the semi-sensory deprivation of the Shroud into your new existence without warning or preparation, spilling out of your protective husk breathless, confused, and naked. You're free, but at what cost.

Blink. Breathe. Find your footing. When your eyes get used to the twilight-hued ambience, you'll immediately see more Shrouds, everywhere and ripped apart like a vast nest of broken cauls. Through the emerald fog surrounding you, doors. An endless cluster of them, no frames, no jambs. Your name is carved on one of them, and you don't know how or why you know this, but you do. You'll find yourself inherently drawn to yours: maybe it's a pull, a hum, a light, a quiet sound in the static. Instinctively, you know it's safe, and you know that whatever you'll find within, calling out to you, you ought to protect... but before you run and cross the threshold, your focus wanes, and you catch something in the periphery of your vision...

► I. REAP WHAT YOU SOW

a. A CLOAKED FIGURE STANDS BEFORE YOU, EERILY QUIET. It only stares, faceless, towering well over you as you struggle to find your balance on your weakened feet, the air you breathe in scorching your throat. Your senses are annoyingly muddled, and it's enough of a distraction, perhaps, to overlook your state of undress. And then it finally speaks. The Reaper. It's surprisingly polite, its voice a melodious string of low hissing notes as it calmly explains what and where you are; a Restless, citizen of the Netherworld. You were reborn here for reasons unknown, another soul among thousands with seemingly unfinished business, cursed or blessed to roam a world slowly devoured by an entropic force. Hell? Perhaps, if it suits your beliefs, though some do thrive here, and keeping Oblivium at bay is a collective effort.

Around you, others like you break out of their Shrouds, and some walk the land fully dressed, with an ease that unequivocally evokes the passage of time. They've been here for a while, and it shows. You might catch bits of conversations here and there, learn more about your new home and new purpose from eavesdropping. The Reaper that's helped you out of your cocoon is, unfortunately, a poor conversationalist, though it does point its rawboned finger towards the stormy horizon, speaking of an immense city in the far distance that shelters thousands of Restless and offers essential supplies for all. Stygia. It doesn't stay much longer: without preamble, the Reaper vanishes into a plume of indigo smoke, essentially leaving you to fend for yourself. This is your chance to reach and cross the threshold of your very own door, find some clothes, your Tethers, and a device that'll enable you to reach out to anyone willing to listen. Others like you might have answers on the Netherwork-- chattier Reapers, even. Just watch out. The moons above glisten crimson, and Badaliscus roam in especially high numbers across the Shadowlands, aggressive and carriers of plague-like diseases. If you wander, do mind the giant split in the earth as well, surrounded by blackened soil. You can't miss it, strange, guttural noises coming from its depths. A fall into a drop that steep would be deadly, as no light or hope shines at the bottom of the chasm... though l'appel du vide is nearly unbearable. Does it whisper your name?

THINGS YOU MIGHT HEAR OR OBSERVE
► some compare this place to a purgatory
► an old sage has apparently found a "stairway to heaven"
► another restless' acquaintance has recently lost their battle against their shadow and nearly killed them -- probably because they didn't have a soulmate. they now dwell in the labyrinth with other monstrosities
► some restless can be spotted laughing hysterically, or arguing with themselves
► objects never last unless reforged with a soul's essence
► the hierarchy used to send a welcome party for new arrivals but now seem reluctant to leave stygia -- maybe because new arrivals are now a daily thing, sometimes hourly
► no one seems to know what reapers truly are
► ferrymen never speak

THINGS YOU MIGHT STUMBLE UPON
► small fumaroles that emit occasional bursts of molten lava and splatter anyone nearby
► ragged open pits in the ground that spout boiling water and steam at irregular intervals
► scattered rubies; if touched, they'll start shouting and demand that you "unhand them at once, varlet!!", which may attract funny looks or undesired attention
► withered trees, grass, deserted campfires, various debris, bloated corpses, and fog
► mirrors that reflect the back of the person that looks into them
► a mausoleum. the structure appears perfectly normal at first, but examination reveals that there are no doors to allow entry or exit

if you choose to address the netherwork directly as one of your prompts, reapers or any other npc might reply to you. otherwise, feel free to speculate with other characters!
additionally, if you wind up poisoned or injured by a badaliscus, the occasional scaleberry can sometimes be found in the shadowlands, often rotten and scattered around withered trees. you'll find this kind of information in your smartphone's database, but anyone with healing abilities could also come to your aid: just remember that magic in the netherworld is unpredictable.
lastly, if l'appel du vide is too strong for you to resist, and if no one is able to keep you from falling to your death, a reaper will eventually give you a hand, immediately poofing out of existence afterwards.

b. NOT ALL REAPERS ARE AMICABLE. The same cloaked figure unceremoniously yanks you out of your Shroud, a mouthful of mud and ashes as you brutally land on the ground. You feel everything all at once: the acute pain of your rebirth, the pull of your Tethers, the cacophony around you, and the dull voice in the back of your mind. You breathe, and then you don't, shackles around your neck, your wrists, the gravelly soil grazing your skin raw and bloody as you're pulled by your feet. Your screams remain unanswered, though it might catch the attention of a passerby, should they be brave enough to face your tormentor. Now would be a good time to resort to any skill you might have to free yourself, past your confusion and growing agony, lest you be carried to the Forges. It's the only thing it mentions, laughing unhinged as you approach the shores, where a brittle ship awaits you. The good news is that Reapers loathe water: splash it or try to push it overboard, a distraction that should allow you to strike in some way. The bad news is that the Tempest isn't kind to anyone, especially you, and you're sort of shackled. Rest assured that it'll fight back, tooth and claw, a scythe at its disposal as well as blood-curdling shrieks that might deafen or temporarily paralyze you. Scream for help if you've yet to get any: someone is bound to hear.

► II. OF SOULS & SHADOWS

a. WHETHER YOU'VE FAILED TO FREE YOURSELF OR MANAGED TO BOARD A FRIENDLIER SHIP, you won't escape the storm, a tempest within a tempest.

Grey clouds boil across the sky in a bruise-colored wall, forked lightning and thunder booming overhead. The clouds open, a black and green funnel growing down towards you. As it swirls closer, you see faces, staring out from within and screaming. Gale force winds whip the sails of your ship, debris flying through the air: glass, wood, metal. The ship sways, and you sway with it, the groans of your vessel as it's tossed about in rough waters almost deafening. It's terrifying. If you were being transported to the Forges, the Reaper quickly abandons you, leaving you to your demise. If you were lucky enough to board a safer ship, pay attention. You're holding on for dear unlife as sheets of rain slap against your face, blown off-balance by heavy gusts of wind, but you see them in the raging waves, Restless just like you, shackled and helpless in the storm. You have a choice, your first dilemma: focus your energies on saving yourself and anyone else aboard your ship, or take the wheel and navigate through the winds, screams and flotsam in order to try and rescue them. Coils of rope are available, tarps, barrels and buckets.

b. WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE OR WHEREVER YOU ARE, your Shadow might take this very ill-timed opportunity to make itself known -- if it hasn't already. You're scared, torn, tired, and maybe a little hysterical -- it knows. It's in your head. Literally. It's you, and it's not, a growing onslaught of inappropriate thoughts, impulsive and intrusive as it makes an attempt to figure you and itself out. It's never been sentient before, perhaps even unsure of its purpose for a time. And then, as you struggle against the storm, it speaks:

Enjoying your first taste of sea-salt horrors? You can feel it, can't you. The pull. It's eating at you, subtly, but it's there. You can’t run. You can’t get away from me either, because I’m you, and I’m just as much a part of you as all the noble ideals you hold. All the awful thoughts you ever entertained, all the things you were ashamed of or couldn't bring yourself to say, and all the lies you told... that’s what I am, and you can’t make me go away. You can’t outlive me. I’m going to remind you of all the terrible things you did or wanted to do, and I’m going to get you to do more of them, because you’re still you and you still have all those nasty little urges floating around. Only now I’m here to highlight the opportunities you have to indulge. Don't be shy. If you won't speak your mind, I'll do it for you. If you ever considered redemption, think again. Fight me or silence me if you wish, it doesn't matter. Even if you succeed. I may go dormant for a while, but I'll always come back stronger. I'm your Shadow, and Oblivium awaits us.

Deaded things slam into you, spat out of the tornado. The sight snaps you out of your daze, but you don't have time to ponder whether this eerie interlude was real. It won't speak again, never directly. You'll know it's there, viscerally, as your Self and Shadow struggle to come to grips with this new antagonistic yet symbiotic relationship. If you've never been kind to yourself before, learn how to, because it won't be.

Luckily, this whole ordeal may have left somewhat of a positive mark on you: Sparks. Two of them. It's a light buzz in the back of your mind, a tickle beneath your skin as nether magic courses through your veins, an inherent part of you now. The knowledge of what is happening to you is abstract at best, but it's there, and if necessary, you'll know how to use your newfound abilities:

a. Teleportation, allowing you to vanish into thin air and relocate anywhere you wish, the same way a Reaper would. Usable 4 times.
b. Mind-reading, albeit a bit murky. Think of it as a weak signal reception. Pry some information about the Netherworld out of an NPC's mind, or try to find out what a friend think of you. Lasts 12 hours.

► III. THE ETERNAL CITY

IF YOU'VE ELECTED TO REACH STYGIA INSTEAD OF MATERIALIZING BACK INTO YOUR HOME IN THE SHADOWLANDS, you'll be welcomed by fishermen in the Harbors, and most of them seem... well, a little annoyed, honestly. Additional mouths to feed, and all that. Stygia has been at max capacity for decades, and resources aren't always easily obtained. But they were like you, once -- freshly undead, overwhelmed -- and if they sigh and glower as you pass by, quick to dismiss you, you'll soon be guided towards what seems to be a Notice Board, a map of Stygia pinned just below. Make yourself useful, you're told. If you hope to survive here, better start by earning your keep!

If you're injured, a healer will tend to you in Hale. Poultices can also be found in the Marketplace, as well as bandages, etc. The only problem is... you have no coin, and not much to barter with. Pick a job from the Notice Board if you're willing, or find shelter in Serene: most people there will welcome you into their homes, so long as you don't overstay said welcome. Alternatively, if you ask around, a fellow Restless might be able to help you. Steal if you wish, though be warned that there might be consequences.

Meanwhile, if the thought of returning to the Shadowlands is a little overwhelming for now, you will come across empty buildings and houses all over Stygia, most of them in varying states of repair. They're yours for the taking, if you don't mind cob-webs or shattered windows, but all you have is time now, and a little renovation can go a long way!

As you explore your new environment, you might start experiencing odd and subtle changes...

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ooc note

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► We hope you enjoy your first experience in Nightfell!

Comments

jeong huiwon | omniscient reader's viewpoint

[executory]

ARRIVAL

[ She wakes up naked again, a sudden force gripping tight around her ankle and jolting her fully awake. Instead of letting go though, it starts dragging, and she barely has a moment to let out a started hey before her body hits the ground and gravel and dirt streak across her body as she's unceremoniously pulled along without a single care towards her comfort.

She fights back. Or tries to. But her body feels unnaturally weak, her reflexes slow to respond, and all she can manage are frantic claws through the dirt as she shouts, angry protests that go ignored as the cloaked figure continues onwards unperturbed.

In the distance she thinks she sees a figure. Another one of these assholes, or salvation? She shouts out again regardless, as loud as she can. ]

Hey! Help me!

NETHERWORK

If anyone sees a guy with black hair and a white trenchcoat, put a leash on him and tell me right away.

[ This definitely isn't a kink thing or anything. ]

NOTICE BOARD

A — FISHING SIDEQUEST (THE HARBORS)

[ Maybe if she'd been written to be a Pro Gamer™ like a certain someone, Huiwon would understand the significance of this particular job posting. There's always a fishing questline in video games. Always. As it stands, she loiters by the ocean, pants rolled up to her shins and a fishing rod held uncertainly in her hands as she waits for the telltale tug of her fishing line.

It's obvious she's never fished before in her life. ]

Are we really just supposed to wait here...?

[ It's been like 20 minutes of just standing around without a single thing to show. Just ahead, in a patch of rippling waves, she can see the occasional shimmer of fish scales as one breaks through the surface before dipping back down. Like the fish are mocking her. Maybe she should just wade in and try and catch one with her hands.... ]

B — UNSOLVED MYSTERIES (MIRTH)

[ So.....movies.

She likes movies about as much as anyone else, and it's been a long time since she's had the luxury of just sitting down somewhere and indulging in two hours' worth of braindead entertainment. Why not help out the theater guy and score some free movies?

Instead of searching through all the rooms though, she's out front by the concessions booth (is there a concessions booth??? there is one now), peering through the cases at the various treats on display. ]

We should ask for some popcorn afterwards, right? Or some candy bars to eat while we watch the movies.

[ You can't have movies without popcorn?? It just ain't right, man. ]

💋

[ So you're just minding your own business walking down the street when some jerk shoves you forward, causing you to lose your balance.

The good news is: you don't hit the ground, crack your head open, and die (again).
The bad news is: you hit someone else (it's Huiwon), the two of you fall to the ground together (peak romance) and end up with your lips smashed together and also maybe some hands grabbing at inappropriate body parts, as you do when you fall down and grab for the nearest thing to stabilize yourself with.

Hope that wasn't your first kiss.


yaywon asked for this prompt, blame her ]

ETC

[ Whatever floats your boat. PM me if you'd like to plan something specific! ]

💋

[uncourteous]

[ i didn't realize this was the name of the prompt...

there's something unnerving to state of the concept that anyone is really to get the best of him, no matter how brief or transitory. this type of attitude (and the dismissiveness as they are definitely leaving with no hint of an apology) was unheard of, considering his prior status, but well, he doesn't hold it against them. no, he presumes they would just need to brandish their neck and wait for his firm retaliation. except, there is probably something more pressing than that.

he unintentionally crashed to someone else, and for all his thoughts of vengeance, it's temporarily marred and blurred by the contacts of lips to lips.

to be honest, the lips aren't an unpleasant situation, but the bump of teeth behind them? not as pleasant at all. he did his best and even as they fell, he made sure he was to hit the ground first. the only thing that hurts more than his lips, is his tailbone. but he brings no direct attention to that.

at least the person he dragged into his own mess isn't hurt, he thinks. or shouldn't be, he looks up at them, a touch of amusement behind his shock as he just solidifies his grip over her waist. ] You know normally taking the lips of the Crown Prince is grounds for execution. Do you plan to take responsibility?

[executory]

[ i couldn't think of anything better, sorrymasen

Even if this isn't the most awkward kiss she's ever had (or the worst.........sadly..........) it's still kind of embarrassing to just lock lips with a complete stranger in the middle of public. Even if the complete stranger is pretty good-looking and has a nice set of pecs. (She can tell because her hand is on one. Damn.)

Whatever momentary daze the collision might have knocked her into immediately dissipates as soon as this guy opens his mouth. What a nice voice (i'm godmodding this) but completely wasted on the nonsense he spouts. ]

What? [ Is this guy for real. ] That guy [ with a point to....some empty spot because said guy already fled the scene ] pushed you into me. [ Pushed her into him? Whatever. ] If anyone should be executed it should be him!

[ Why......is she not protesting the execution part...... ]

Fishing!

[dodgeouttahell]

The trick to fishing is learning to let go of what you can't control. [Says her fishing companion, feet half sunk into the wet sand (if Huiwon notices the water lapping at his ankles is slightly bubbly, it's because of the foam, and not the heat of his skin). He has a relaxed stance to him, as though he's done this hundreds of times before—he has— and the easy smile of someone who's learned to appreciate it—he does.] Oh, but you should leave your fingers resting on the line here. [He exemplifies with his own hand, wiggling his ring finger resting on his line.] I use this one, but use the one you feel the most at ease with. The idea is to feel the line tense before the fish starts to pull too hard. It's a matter of timing.

[executory]

[ What if you have control issues because the people around you keep dying for no good reason at all.

But that's neither here or there, Huiwon shuffling a little closer to her fishing partner so she can squint at his demonstration. She's always been the more hands-approach type of learning, so being able to see and mimic right now is a boon. ]

Leave a finger resting on the line, huh?

[ Methodically, she places one finger after another on the line as instructed, lips pursed as she feels things out. They all feel kind of the same to her, but maybe it's just a matter of time? ]

You look pretty comfortable with all this. Did you fish as a kid?

[ One day she'll notice all those bubbles by his feet... ]

netherwork

[varnished]

and you're SURE it's a guy we're talking about?

can't believe you're tagging me with a white man, who are you

[executory]

Who else would it be?

netherwork

[appeale]

( un: lark )

Um
Would you possibly be talking about Signor Kim Dokja?

[ her running impression of the entire orv cast is just WHY DO THESE PEOPLE BULLY ONE GUY SO MUCH??? ]

[executory]

[ HE DESERVES IT!! DON'T LET HIM FOOL YOU!!!! ]

Yes!
Is he here?
Do you know him?
He hasn't smiled weirdly at you has he?

netherwork

[unalign]

Does he have other distinguishing features?

[ that's a very generic description, ma'am ]

[executory]

Average height
Smiles real weird before he does something stupid
He carries a sword with him sometimes

[ look, she's trying but it's not her fault he looks like a background npc from a video game :( ]

b

[damnpire]

[Yaywon would beg for a kissing prompt.

D arrives like the silent gothic cliche he is: eerily quiet for a man in heavy pauldrons, a long cape, and spurred boots. This is me telling yet another person as is my duty that he’s very beautiful somewhere beneath all of the black, the scarf, and the hat, but in a completely unnatural way.

He glances at Jeong Huiwon, then the concession stand.]

No thank you.

[And then he

just turns to the side to walk toward the direction of the theater rooms.]

[executory]

[ i'm fucking crying

Here Huiwon is, just having a nice (??) time thinking about snackies as any normal person would, when a voice suddenly pipes out of nowhere and sends her stumbling forward with an alarmed yelp. Give a gal a little warning here, hello?? ]

Hey, don't just show up out of nowhere like that!

[ And what's with that flat refusal? What is he, some kind of (creepier) YJH knockoff or something?? Both of them obsessed with black, both of them kind of abrupt, both of them apparently very beautiful according to word of god.

Well, whatever. Goodbye fair snacks as Huiwon jogs after him. ]

Are you helping look for the missing movies too?

[ Maybe they can (gasp) work together. ]

💋 the way i couldn't decide between seonho and sooyoung

[pyojeol]

[sooyoung has written so many clichés in her immense body of work that she honestly deserves this kdrama scenario.

anyway down she goes, the unfortunate thing about being dead is starting once again from the ROCK BOTTOM in terms of abilities, skills, cold hard cash, and also reputation points. would someone have dared shove hsy back in seoul???

well... probably. she'd stepped back from the public eye for a reason, after all. okay so maybe she'd still get shoved, but what about this ACCIDENTAL KISS SITUATION??? is this another grablenuts thing... did she eat something yet again and get all touchy.... she leaps to her feet at the speed of light]

-- Why the hell does this keep on happening?! I didn't even eat anything weird! Hey. you -- wait, what the fuck -- Jeong Huiwon?!? Why are you dead?!?

[INDIGNANT POINTING ROUND TWO]

porque no los dos

[executory]

anyway,

[executory]

[ Wow this person that just fell on top of her weighs nothing? Like grapes?

Or maybe that's just because of how fast they JUMPED OFF!! Huiwom barely has time to register what happened before there's a blur before her eyes and a voice shrieking protests. A familiar voice. Did she hit her head too hard when she fell on the ground? Because there's no way that that's Han Sooyoung yelling loudly in front of her.

.....

She props herself up. Blinks and rubs at her eyes. The voice is still there and now so is that incredulous face she knows so well.

Abruptly Huiwon scrambles to her feet, her own hand and arm immediately shooting out. ]

Han Sooyoung?! Why are you dead?!?

[ INDIGNANT POINTING ROUND TWO, LET'S GO ]

arrival!!!!

[salvageable]

[ kind of hate that you wrote salvation so now this feels a bit too on the nose...

At the call for help, Dokja turns, eyebrows furrowed at how familiar the voice sounds, and then he's stunned still for just a moment when he recognizes the person being dragged away. His heart drops to the pit of his stomach at the realization of what her arrival to this place means, but he doesn't have the time to question it. Instead, he bolts forward, Way of the Wind assisting him as he slams against the Reaper with enough force to send it careening to the side while he snatches Huiwon out of its grasp and into his own arms. ]

Hang on!

[ He doesn't stick around to fight and makes a dash in the opposite direction of the Forges. Dokja's so caught up in his shock and the multitude of questions hammering at his brain that he doesn't fully register Huiwon is naked until he stops some distance away.

...

Making sure to very pointedly keep his eyes averted, he puts her down and quickly yanks off his coat and offers it to her........ This is familiar. A debt being paid. ]

[executory]

[ maybe i used that word just for you :)

But thanks for the rescue (again) Dokja, she owes you (again) for this so please try not to sacrifice yourself (again) and make that a hundred times more difficult than it needs to be.

Not that she thinks any of this, too flabbergasted by the sudden arrival of a mysterious figure instructing her to hang on, which of course she does, because if this guy wanted her dead he wouldn't have butted in to save her. Though—maybe she's dying already? Because haha, that voice sure sounds weirdly familiar, haha………

Turns out she's not dying! (Because she's already dead.) And that the voice sounds familiar because it actually is! Not that she finds out until she's grabbing hold of that jacket on her shoulders and pulling it around her to cover up the worst of her nudity. ]

Thanks. I'm not sure what would have happened if—

[ She turns. Freezes. Her jaw drops. ]

Dokja??

[ please pretend the honorific is there, i'm too old to include them in my tags now

Her legs may be slightly shaky still from her previous kicking and flailing, but that doesn't stop her from marching (more like wobbling) over to punch him as hard as she can on one shoulder. (It's not hard at all.) ]

Is this seriously where you've been this whole time??

[ She's gonna mcfreakin' lose it in so many ways. ]

💋 lol it's a fun prompt!

[fallendragon]

[The person Huiwon bumped into was a tall blonde with short hair except for the small braid that was woven on one side. His blue eyes widened in surprise, the faint wisp of wind that was trapped inside them foreshadowed the sudden strong wind Arrakis conjured as he pulled Huiwon closer to him. He used his wind to redirect their shared momentum in a fluid motion not unlike a dance. His quick thinking almost prevented their fall, until the world decided magic wasn't fair and the wind vanished mid sweep. Arrakis's warm touch turned to ice as they fell.

His noble upbringing kicked in and he turned his body so he would hit the ground first. He closed his eyes with a wince as they crashed to the ground. The pain was instantly forgotten when their lips collided and his eyes shot open, the wind inside his wide eyes that mirrored his shock was clearly visible this close. It wasn't his first kiss but without his magic numbing his senses, it felt more real. It reminded him of when he was still human and it left him in a nostalgic daze.

Arrakis.exe. has stopped working.]

true, sometimes you just gotta do something silly

[executory]

[ Oh no….is this guy okay?

Huiwon's instinct is to hop up to her feet and chase after whichever jerk had sent the two of them tumbling to the ground - seriously? who does that?? - but one look at her new buddy on the ground, apparently in a daze, has her changing tactics immediately.

Though she gets up, she remains crouched on the ground, her face a picture of worry. She can't see any blood and the guy doesn't seem to be in great pain, but better to check just in case. ]

Hey, you okay? Are you hurt?

[ Apparently the professional and very scientific way to check if a person is okay is by...uh, poking them in the cheek. Which she does right now. Sorry buddy. ]

netherwork / un: yjh

[regression]

[ !!

HE KNEW DOKJA IS A SLUT!!! ]

What do you plan on doing to him?

actually tags you back this time....

[executory]

Beat him up until he can't run away anymore.

[ is this a bdsm thing...... ]

Netherwork, hi val i missed you

[janescayre]

I'm not partaking in your weird sexual foreplay.

Leash him yourself.

kabby.... 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[executory]

That's not what this is!
Haven't you ever heard of child leashes before?

And I would do it myself if I knew where he was.

ᴜɴ: ᴛᴏʏᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ.

[lackluster]

Is he a dog? The type that likes to run away a lot?

[ Must be a really rowdy pet if she's asking for him to be leashed. ]