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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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It being her wish, it should be of no surprise that the young woman doesn't resist his touch, her head obeying the soft press of his thumb under her chin, and her eyes sink shut as their lips meet. It's everything she never knew she wanted until her eyes first fell on him mere minutes ago, her heart beating a dizzying rhythm in her chest as she presses into him, a soft sigh on her breath.
Her arms lift to wind around his neck, feeling the stiffness in his posture, such a contrast to the way she is practically melting. A smile at the edges of their kiss, Aerith slides one hand up the nape of his neck to bury it in his hair, fingers stroking against his scalp as if to soften him somehow. After all, this is what they wanted, right? It's okay with her, if he wants to melt into her too... ]
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His eyes slide shut, and with the relinquishing of one sense comes the more powerful sensation of others: her scent-- flowers, earth; her touch-- warmth, affection, the way her body melts to his. His hand tightens upon her hip, he tilts his head, angling the kiss. His lips part for a breath, heavy and unlike anything he's taken before. It grants him the final sense, a brief taste of the drink upon her lips, tangy and sweet and mysterious; he feels a shiver of heat travel through him, down him. He swallows, then breathes, ] Aerith...
[ Instead of granting him the clarity of respite, the pause swarms him with a single, sudden want: more. Praise, compliments, are not enough for this woman, and he's always been stilted in conversation. Actions speak louder. If he cannot speak them, then he must show her, to sing praises of her wonder with more of--
No longer will she just be melting to him, and her name whispered had been perhaps a prelude, a warning. His hand upon her hip moves imperatively, pressing, sliding, curling around to the small of her back. Fingers spread, he takes her hard to him so their chests meet, lifting her against him. His other rises to her chin, tugging it down just as his mouth crashes against hers, demanding entrance, tongue, her, as if ignited with a purpose to give her all at words cannot. ]
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Somnus?
[ There's something in his eyes in the split second before his hand presses into the small of her back, something that has her answering the call of her own name in a soft, quavering voice. The reply is the pull into his embrace, the fingers tugging her jaw into a new kiss, open-mouthed and hungry. It's different to the melting she wanted, but there's no complaint on her lips; her fingers seek purchase against his shoulder as she's lifted from the ground and she returns the kiss with a hunger of her own, tongue rising to meet Somnus's as it seeks her mouth, her breath mingling with his in short gasps.
Is it possible, to want someone she's only just met this much? Until today, she'd have said no, but... ]
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