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TDM 003
| TDM 003: #BEACHBUMS |
I. BEACH  Welcome arrivals, new and old! The skies on Erku may be perpetually gray, but the weather has taken a sudden turn to summertime heat. Fortunately, soaring temperatures have chased away more of the strange fog that conceals so much of the island, unveiling a charming, sandy cove dotted here and there with rustic love shacks. These shabby little lean-tos are dusty and sparse, but they provide everything one (or two, wink wink) might need for a little relief from the sun. Just don’t wander too far... that fog has memory-loss properties. II. DRINKS  The 'bots are very apologetic about the whole fog incident, and they are trying to get on the new arrivals' good sides by giving out fancy drinks. Of course, they still haven't mastered the art of making things properly, so each drink has a little something... extra.
III. SNACKS  Lo! As you ask, the Augur shall provide. Thanks to the efforts of your organic predecessors in restoring the planet’s Eros energy, edible fishes and seaweeds have returned to the ponds and the shores of Erku. If you fancy yourself savvy to basic survival skills, why not fashion up a fishing rod and catch yourself dinner? Just be careful if you happen to hook one of the octopus creatures from the deeper waters - they can be quite forward with their tentacles! Or, if primitive angling isn’t in your repertoire, you can always trade some credits for a tasty catch from one of the food stalls along the coast. Most stalls are manned by 'bots, but there’s nothing stopping an enterprising arrival from setting up shop. No credits? No problem! The robots have also provided a bit of entertainment, and any volunteers to man the kissing booth, get dunked in the wet t-shirt dunk tank, or grill up some fish - among other opportunities - will find credits automatically loaded onto the payment app of their bracelet devices. The 'bots are recruiting especially hard for participants to work in the gloryhole tent! IV. SPARKLES  As dusk descends, the white sands of the beach suddenly come alive with glittering lights. It’s as if the darkened waters have carried a thousand shining stars from the depths of the sea to the shores of the cove. In actuality, each little twinkle is a bioluminescent plankton or jellyfish! Feel free to wade among them and admire their shine; even the sting of the jellies won’t hurt you... though they do pack a different punch. The tentacles of the jellyfish elicit a powerful aphrodisiac response, which gets the heart racing and the blood pumping for an intimate touch. The effects come on within a matter of minutes, and last for a few hours. Only time will relieve the symptoms, but a partner will help to make it more bearable. N A V I G A T I O N |
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strangely enough, she's the one who seems to be lingering close to the water's edge now, despite her warnings, prompting a raise of his eyebrow that soon squints as he watches the water trickle in close against her feet. ] Yeah, I got that part. I just figured there might be more to the island than just that. Things to explore, you know? — hey, you sure that's a good idea?
[ he nods to gesture at the water, though he's probably more bothered by the fact that he'd wanted to do it and she'd coaxed him out of it with warnings. A bit unfair.
still, even with pouted lips, he shrugs his shoulder at her question. ] Ten Thousand. People just call me 10K, though. You?
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( she's always been too allured by beauty and new experiences. she's approaching four centuries of living, there's not that much she hasn't seen or tried. presented with something new, she can't help her curiosity. and luckily, she's already dead, so that old saying about cats and curiosity doesn't track.
still, since it seems like she can push on his concern to test the waters (literally), she suggests, ) If you're so worried about me, then be a gentleman and see what happens if you walk in. Maybe it's nothing, we won't know if we don't try.
( as for his name, she lifts her eyebrows. ) That sounds more like a nickname, cutie. But fair enough. ( since she hasn't gone by Mircalla for centuries, she probably can't pick on him too much. well, she can, and probably will. but it'd for sure be hypocritical. ) Carmilla.
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he's staring at the water, staring at her feet, and seeing that she doesn't seem to be acting all too weird. as much as he can tell with a girl he doesn't know. so maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
huffing a defeated breath, he balances on a boot to bring the other up, tugging at the laces. ] It's my name. Made it up myself. [ because in the apocalypse, there's no rule that says you can't. ] Yours sounds like candy.
[ which is a compliment, really. he likes candy.
boots and socks off, he tugs up on the bottom of his pants, a cargo looseness that makes it easier to drag up the fabric to his knees as he steps in closer, gradually bringing his feet into the water. ] If we start humping jellyfish, it's your fault.
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( this is a super kettle-black situation because Ms. Carmilla over here is one of many pseudonyms she's gone by, another in a long line of anagrams based off her actual, family given name. she tells everyone her name is Carmilla — is it less of one because she gave it to herself?
maybe. maybe not. she's been Carmilla longer than she was ever Mircalla. so no matter the source, it's become an identity all the same. which is why she'd call him 10,000 if she ever used someone's name to begin with, which she doesn't. tough luck, cutie. )
It's wild that there's the obvious option to jack yourself off and you're still thinking about jellyfish. ( she sounds more amused by this idea than anything else. )
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but tommy was what his dad called him, and once he'd taken on his self-assigned mission of killing ten thousand zombies, it didn't feel right to be called that anymore. not when it reminded him a lot of a different kind of life.
taking off his boots was a good choice, considering how nice the sand feels between his toes; it's even better when the tickle of the moist grains are taken over by the wading water brushing over his feet, warm enough to feel the right level of satisfying.
standing by her, he pouts at her comment. ] You said you like to live dangerously. Jellyfish's probably a lot more dangerous than touching yourself.
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( it's probably because he's done something ten thousand times, or close enough that he's willing to pad out his numbers. if it's points in a video game, that's kind of sad. if it's some running tally of how much he gets laid, then it's really unbelievable for starters. he seems way too awkward to get that much tail.
there's probably no right answer to this question, but she's curious enough to ask and that's an accomplishment in and of itself. there's a saying about cats and curiosity but after three hundred years and change, there's not that much that actually gets her attention these days.
almost despite herself, she laughs at his petulant pouting. because... yeah? probably?? ? ? it's so ridiculous she can't not be amused by it. ) I guess you got me, sugar. I'm not inclined to live that dangerously. Are you? Because I'm starting to worry about these jellyfish.
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[ it's all a ridiculous joke, but the jellyfish terrors are enough to make him laugh now that she's amused enough by the thought of it. the water actually relaxes him too, limbs a little more eased as the tension eases away from him some. turns out water can be soothing when you've been running around on a hot island in boots and too many layers of clothing. who knew?
he draws back on her question then, though, foot swaying a bit more beneath the water to feel it, fear of the jellyfish not actually being such a problem now that he's preoccupied talking to this girl. ]
It's how many zombies I'm gonna kill. [ never the answer anyone expects. even those who live in the apocalypse always end up baffled by that answer. ]
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Real ones, or the kind you find in Call of Duty? ( she's actually leaning toward the former, believe it or not. hell, being from some zombie apocalypse would sure explain the surprise over running water, and maybe the fact he's gotten away with trying to convince everyone to call him Ten Thousand. )
What number are you at now? ( a jellyfish is swanning closer to her ankles, though he's not the only one a bit distracted by conversation. perhaps he's earned some sort of respect, or sympathy, or an ugly combination of both. or even worse, commiseration — an understanding, of having to fight to survive. )
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but no matter how much addy would chat on about every cat video she's seen or doc tries to line out the plot of every rocky movie that's come out, 10k can't ever really visualize it as anything more than made up. ]
Real ones. [ in his life, there's nothing more real than zombies, nothing more consistent. ] I'm at 8,203. [ which might seem like a lot, but — ] Been building that up for about ... eight years now, I guess.
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that's a higher number than she'd have expected for someone his age. he must have started as a teenager, or close to it, if she had to guess. )
Don't you worry that killing that much changes a person? ( she's gone from wry and joking (mostly at his expense) to a bit more moody and philosophical. she doesn't seem to openly refute the zombie claim, though. apparently that's not particularly hard for her to accept. )
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his eyes peer down at the water, quiet for a few beats almost as if he hadn't heard it, before he finally speaks up, ] They don't have souls anymore.
[ that's what he'd been worried about the first time he had to do it, when his father had been bitten and they both knew it was the end for him. he couldn't kill his dad, not as a person. ]
You're not killing a person anymore. There's nothing left in there. Some people can die and still keep a part of themselves alive, but with zombies — it's just a body.
wraps dis.. so we can do a new thing!!
How do you know they don't have a soul? They've changed, they're not what they were anymore, but that doesn't mean they're soulless.
( is she projecting on that situation? ah, well. maybe a little. she kicks mildly at a wave, any sense of sass seemingly dissipated. with her mood thoroughly dampened, the allure of wandering the surf has mostly faded. )
I hope you're sure about that. ( 10 thousand is a lot of lives to take... even if they were half lives. she turns and picks her way back towards the beach. ) I'll see you around, Ten Thousand. ( and with that she'll head off to collect her jacket and swan off into the darkness. )
!!! hell yeah
he may not have become a zombie, but when he saw how lifeless the blends had become, how they'd simply stopped feeling, he knew there hadn't been much of a difference. and he knows it because he'd become one too — choosing not to be afraid anymore by becoming nothing at all. ]
I'm sure. [ it isn't said to her, more of a mumble in his voice, quiet in his breath by the time she's already walking away. when she turns, his head tilts up and watches her for a moment, wondering what someone on the outside would really think of him.
eight thousand, two hundred and three, he thinks again, as he turns his eyes back to the water, vibrant life swimming around his toes. ]