DOXXER: TAAKO

[fullthottle]

DOXXER On Tuesday afternoon, Taako's clamshell will ping! from wherever they have it. Should they pick it up to see what all the fuss is about, they will realize that their RULEBOOK app has updated to version 2.0. Opening the app will reveal that there has been an addendum to the rules... but one that seems meant exclusively for them. No other survivor will be able to see these additions. They read as such: 1. Each week, you may check ONE of your fellow participants to learn THEIR GIFT SHOP TRANSACTION HISTORY. 2. You will have to use the PROVIDED TOOL in order to receive your information. 3. You must ACCEPT what you have learned. 4. You may PRIVATELY CONFIRM YOUR ROLE if asked, but you may not FREELY OFFER THE INFORMATION to others. A notification will arrive the moment they have finished reading through the update. Its contents are no less confusing. RISE AND 👀SPY👀 DOXXXER 👅💦 TIME 2️⃣ RISE 🍆 TO THE OCCASION 🥳🥳 AND 📷 DOXX 📷 UR FELLOW THOTS 🍑♥️ UR GONNA BE HARD 😜 AT WORK SO BRING UR D-GAME 🍆🍆🍆 AND LET'S 😚 GET 😉 SNEAKY 👣 !!! TIME ⏰ 2 FIND OUT HOW 💋NAUGHTY💋 A HO CAN GET 👅 Other things that are weird? The fact that the moment they open a door and walk through it, they will find themselves falling face first an entirely new location. Particularly, one that doesn't seem to fit into any part of the hotel, and absolutely not one that they meant to go through. As they regain their bearings and look at their surroundings, they'll realize that the door they walked through is no longer there. It seems like they have only one choice, and that's to walk through a long, secure hallway until they reach their destination. It is there that they will find a familiar face... FULL NAVIGATION. locations ⯅ statuses ⯅ ic profiles ⯅ ic rulebook ⯅ thot report ⯅ audiences gift shop ⯅ murder proposals ⯅ private conversations ⯅ weekly curfew

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WEEK ONE

[fullthottle]

CHOICE

[fullthottle]

[On one of the office tables, there is a sparkling purple piece of plastic shaped like a dick. It's translucent, and holds a Magic 8-Ball die within.

It looks like this is your tool.

Comment here when your character has decided who they're checking and how they will use the provided item.]

[chaoticlootral]

Wei Wuxian. That guy seems to have some shit up his sleeves.

[How much in detail do I have to describe . . . this. He just sticks to hand stuff? They just met, so he doesn't want to come off too strong, you know? If Chuuya is looking at him, he definitely shoots him the biggest shit-eating grin imaginable while he pantomines jacking this thing off.]

[doublesmall]

[It's fine I really only need to know if he's using hand stuff or mouth stuff or what. Chuuya just rolls his eyes in response to that grin, because yeah, getting the info out of this thing will take a little bit of effort-- but he's a little bit pink because wow, this is weird to watch. Thanks, powers that be.

Eventually, fluid spurts out the tip of the Magic Dick, and the splatter on the floor forms the following:]

WEI WUXIAN'S purchase history:

[Blank.]

REMAINING BALANCE: 1 TOKEN

[In the background, Chuuya huffs and mutters something about getting that out of the rug.]

[chaoticlootral]

[Shaking his hand off. Thank god? He didn't? Use his mouth?]

Ah, fuck. Useless.

[doublesmall]

It's a hit or miss kind of thing, unfortunately. If you want to have more options for information, you know how to make sure people have the funds to start buying more shit.

[Go forth and get people to thot for currency, Taako.]

[chaoticlootral]

[oh my god]

Wouldn't I want them to not have too much currency, so they can't spend it on like, dangerous shit?

[doublesmall]

You can go for that method too, sure.

[A shrug! These are both valid. Live your best cockblock life if you want.]

Anything else, or are you ready to get back to the rest of the ship?

[chaoticlootral]

Or maybe I want to buy dangerous shit. Who knows!

[Shrugging, still wiping his hand off a bit.]

Guess I'm good.

[doublesmall]

I mean, the dangerous shit is definitely what I'd get, so go for it.

[He pulls a handkerchief from some nebulous pocket of his overcoat, handing it over. There. Take care of your hand situation.]

And take care of yourself, or whatever.

[chaoticlootral]

[Wow! Much like anyone else who has ever meet Taako, Chuuya has clearly fallen for his charm and both is incredibly horny and wants to give Taako lots of money. Keeping that handkerchief, thanks, then blowing him another kiss.]

See ya' later, alligator.

TALK TO CHUUYA

[doublesmall]

[Luckily Taako has seen his office and therefore I don't need to describe it. There is one change, though: a sparkly purple plastic dick sitting on one of the side tables, which Chuuya is pointedly not looking at.]

Told you you'd still get your Tuesday appointment slot. [He grins there, and gestures for him to have a seat.] Let's talk.

[chaoticlootral]

[Well that's aggressive, Chuuya, but he's not not into it? It's in his colors. Sitting!!!!!!]

Back in the Pleasure Room so soon?

[PLEASE DON'T CALL IT THAT]

[doublesmall]

I'm about this close to just banning the words 'pleasure room' in this office.

[please he is- not begging because he refuses, but you know.

He is definitely pouring a couple wineglasses, though.]

Have you read through the new rules?

[chaoticlootral]

[These rules can't stop me, because I can't read.

Waiting super impatiently to be politely handed (floated) his wineglass, thanks! Pulling out the clamshell to skim them again (because . . . he may or may not have read them the first time).]

I think I get the jist of it.

[doublesmall]

[Taako gets a wineglass! And Chuuya will wait for him to skim the rules, taking a sip from his own.]

Any questions about them, then, or do you think you're good on that front?

[chaoticlootral]

[Sipping! Tapping through the clamshell, humming to himself.]

Provided tool . . . ?

[doublesmall]

That thing.

[Gesturing to the sparkly plastic dick, with a sigh.]

You're going to have to tell it who you want to know about, and... work the information out of it, listen, I did not make these rules.

[chaoticlootral]

[TRULY HATE THIS SO MUCH.

Taako's just immediately chugging the rest of his wine.

Then pausing for a very long time.]

Like, hand stuff or mouth stuff?

[doublesmall]

[This is fine! They're literally both just sitting here chugging their wine, and in the long pause that follows, Chuuya refills both glasses.]

...Either works. That one's up to you.

[chaoticlootral]

In front of you?

[Yeah, that 2nd glass is going pretty quick too right about now.]

[doublesmall]

I can look out the window if you're shy.

[Another long sip. Chuuya's already decided he may as well just set full bottles aside for these meetings, honestly.]

[chaoticlootral]

No, that's-- Uh. Somehow way, way worse.

[Taako's already hard at work at giving himself a pretty perpetual buzz going, to be honest. It's been kind of a week.]

Kind of funny, haven't gotten around to fucking anything else yet.

[doublesmall]

[Shots next time for sure, then, they'll both need it.]

You do remember the part where you have to, right? I don't actually know what happens with your job if you up and die on me, but I'd also kind of prefer it if we didn't have to find out.

[chaoticlootral]

Yeah yeah, don't worry about it, I got back up plans.

[GOD. Maybe someone just needs a little romance before they get around to it. Or he's just lazy.]

Alright. I have to accept, right?