TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

[erkumods]

TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

Arrival This time, you come out of the water. While the Augur reboots, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy draws people in. It's like being suspended between realities and walking through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● I. Feel the friendship! Recent arrivals and visitors to the beach may notice a sudden influx of hundreds of bright red crustaceans crawling (and coupling) across the sand. It's crab mating season, as it turns out, it's a regular invasion! To keep the beach a pleasant place to gather for the island's inhabitants, the robots are offering credits to especially enterprising crab-catchers. Grab a bucket and get to work! Be sure to watch out for their pinch, mind you. Their little claws are tiny, but that doesn’t mean they don’t hurt. Surprisingly, there is another effect that even the robots don't anticipate: islanders who are pinched by the crabs find themselves feeling instantly buddy-buddy with the next person they spot. Did you just become best friends?! Get pinched one too many times, however, and those feelings may sour into a crabby mood, indeed. If you are feeling particularly vengeful (or just hungry), the little crabs do make for delicious gumbo. Once cooked, they have no side effects whatsoever. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● II. Phallus Phestival Although the Augur is offline and supplies are scarce, the robots of Erku are still eager to make their run-down little island a welcoming place for the new arrivals. To that end, they have arranged a three day festival to boost morale and promote the generation of plenty of Eros energy to assist in the restoration of the damaged and decayed parts of the city. The robots claim that this celebration was once a cornerstone of the long-lost civilization of the island. By the dawn of the first day, every island resident will find at their doorstep (or tent flap, mobile suit, etc) the traditional costume of the ancient islanders to wear to the festival. It appears to be... a giant sheet? There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to the sometimes garish colors and patterns of the fabric, but at least the robots have uploaded instructions on how to wear it to your bracelet device. Attendees will find food (mostly crab-flavored), confections, and household necessities in rather suggestive shapes, as well as goods you might find handy to complete your A5 squares: sex toys, pervertibles, sexy maid outfits, and the like. While islanders are welcome to set up shop on the festival grounds and sell (or charge) whatever they like, all items from the robots are offered up for free to those who wear their traditional island garb! ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● III. Fireside Adventures Each night of the festival is wrapped up in style with an enormous bonfire on the beach, where drinks, fruity cocktails, and lively music appropriate for dancing is all provided at no cost by the robots. Even if you’re not usually much of a dancer, the longer you stand by the fire and allow it to warm your limbs, the more you feel like moving! Not only that, but everyone is looking quite beautiful by the firelight, are they not? If you’ve grown tired - or if dancing just isn’t your thing - you might prefer to sit back and swap stories on one of the many driftwood log benches the robots have prepared for seating. Or, maybe you’d prefer to rough it for the night in one of the beachside canvas tents. Better claim one quick, though, or be prepared to share… there’s only one sleeping bag! ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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Enkidu | Fate/Grand Order | ota

[mudbuddy]

I. Feel the Friendship!
[Thing is, Enkidu does carry one of the buckets around but does not really care for credits. Any form of currency is meaningless to a weapon, after all.

Finally they put down the bucket and move to sit in the sand, tucking their feet underneath them. Instead of catching the crabs they are merely watching them scuttle around and on top of each other. In a way it is pleasant to see nature do what nature does best. Surviving by creating new life.

And with all that fascinating crustacean action going on Enkidu does not notice how one tiny, red crab quickly scurries towards them and dig one of their pinchers in the pink of their right hand. It doesn’t exactly hurt but…]

Ah…

[Enkidu brings their hand up to watch the small red crab dangling from their finger and… Well, something seems to have changed inside of them. At least, they have never felt something like that towards a complete stranger, they are absolutely sure of it. At first there is something visible on their face that comes close to confusion but after that a kind smile appears around their lips.

They turn to look at the person who stands close to them.]

Would you mind my company?


II. Phallus Phestival
[They get it. They have been summoned to restore an island by completing a list that is given to them through a wristband. And that list seems to be…quite curious. Perhaps they should make these beings aware of the fact that they cannot repopulate this island. Even though they have spent 7 nights and 7 days with a sacred prostitute in an ancient forest almost 5000 years ago and pleasure isn’t something foreign to them either, it is odd to know that, of all things, this is what these Augur want from them.

They enter the festival grounds with the gifted sheet wrapped around their body and within a short time they’ve collected quite a remarkable bunch of phallic shaped memorabilia. One is meant to brush their teeth, and the purple one is a soap that smells like fruit and the one they’re eating from is obviously made of a cream-like substance.

And when one of the robots come to offer yet another phallic shaped object they take a step back and shake their head.]

I have enough penises, thank you. [Then they gesture at the person closest to them.] You are free to give it to this stranger instead. [They glance and dip their head.] I take it you need this more than I do, not?


III. Fireside Adventures
[All in all, this has been an amusing day. Not only have they received penises in all shapes and sizes for days and days to come, now they have a fruity drink in every hand while a bonfire warms them up. Now Enkidu doesn’t believe in luck but this really isn’t that bad. Also, this is a perfect opportunity to learn more of these humans, to obtain new knowledge and sate their never ending curiosity.

After emptying one of their drinks in one go they put the other one down.]

It has been quite a long time ago since I’ve danced for the last time but perhaps you can teach me a new one? [The look on their face can be considered neutral but there’s a curious glimpse in their eyes. The person next to them seems like quite a modern human. Someone who has extensive knowledge of dancing.] All they have given me are these penises. [Enkidu gestures at the penis shaped bag full of penises next to them.] I am familiar with their purpose, yet I do not think they should be used to write with.


[OOC: If you have other ideas feel free to discuss things with me through PM or hit me up on plurk playdespacito c:]

ii

[howlmyrage]

[ Were she listening to anyone else talk about how they have enough dicks, she'd happily assume they were getting plenty of sex, or at least in possession of a bunch of penis-shaped memorabilia considering the nature of the festival. She's not eavesdropping on just anyone though, she's eavesdropping on the Chains of Heaven aka Clay Boi. ]

"Enough penises," you say? So if I lift up that toga, would I find eight different dongs hanging between your legs?

[ Jeanne Alter, very pointedly not wearing a toga, much happier with her swimsuit, butts in on the conversation, a dick shaped snack on a skewer danging from between her fingers as she motions vaguely in the direction of Enkidu's crotch. ]

iii

[dreamofrain]

[ Unfortunately, looks could be deceiving. 6O pointedly ignored the bit about the dicks because, hey, she was trying NOT to think about all of that at the moment, despite having been confronted with an unfortunate truth of their situation on this strange island. But the bit about dances had her attention more firmly, anyways, so that made it easier.

She had felt inclined, after all. But as said, looks could be deceiving, and as modern as the android looked... she could only shake her head and offer a nervous laugh. ]

Actually, I... don't really know any dances. I have the information in my databanks, but the actual performance of it is all alien to me. There was never really any... dancing back where I came from.

[ Or anyone who wanted to dance with her. Oof. She didn't need that thought hanging over her head, some gloom seeping into her eyes. ]

Ryuji Sakamoto | Persona 5

[skullmish]

[OOC: NOTE, please no spoilers from potential castmates for the end of palace 3 on! I'm still working my way through the game and haven't gotten further than that yet, so that's where Ryuji here has been pulled from. If youd like to do a wildcard or plot something, hit me up through DMs or on plurk at winterbolt!]

1) CRABS

[At this point, Ryuji is just trying to make heads or tails of what's going on. The last thing he remembered was celebrating the Phantom Thieves' last big win, his biggest concern otherwise being Makoto negging him to study for exams (which he still hadn't done, really...beyond the rare instances he'd do so with Ren there for moral support). Now he's...here, somewhere, having recently woken up half in, half out of the surf before being startled conscious by an overly friendly welcoming robot.

And that would be weird enough...if it weren't for the crabs. Oh, god, the crabs.]

The hell...ch-hey! Watch it!

[Said to a crab that's suddenly clambered over one of his shoes in a mad dash to get elsewhere, but thanks to Ryuji lifting his foot, what does the crab do? It scuttles further up his shoe, a claw catching on his sock before the other wheels around and pinches him good and hard in the ankle. He manages to shake it off with a growl of pain before it can get too pinch happy, the thing falling on its back and flailing for a minute before scurrying away.

Whoever was just standing there gets the brunt of the side-effects that Ryuji obviously isn't aware of, a weird twinkle of recognition and familiarity in his eyes.]

Did you see that, dude? These things are frickin' everywhere!

2) It's just dicks

No way. I ain't doin' this.

[How is this supposed to be at all...welcoming, exactly? Not that Ryuji is really a good example of someone who would be tolerant of this sort of thing but uh, yeah...he walks past a stall that is just completely full of quite phallic toys and the like before he walks past faster, skidding to a stop near a stand with those aforementioned sexy maid outfits on display.

Doesn't mean there isn't a candy stall in his peripheral that is gleefully displaying a ton of extremely suggestively shaped candies and confections. Someone near him might hear him mutter with his hands deep in his pockets, trying to keep his gaze forward.]

What kinda festival is all this anyway?

3) Fireside Adventures

[The end of the festival is far more tolerable. It feels like an actual beach party, which Ryuji likes. He'd much rather be spending his time doing this than going through those stalls some more. He's definitely probably gotten his hands on a cocktail that isn't virgin, but who's going to stop him, the robots? Or maybe somebody who knows him, and knows he's underage. But for now he's just going to enjoy the opportunity to indulge while there are no adults or teachers or anyone to tell him no.

So he's maaaybe a little bit tipsy by the time it's time for bed and he's headed over to the first tent he sees and assumes is empty. Only for him to poke his head in and see someone else already there.]

...'ey man. I saw this tent first.

[He did not.]

3 because u said so

[tricksterious]

No way. I definitely called dibs.

[ Ren, is that how you greet your best friend who you haven't seen in months now...

Apparently!

But he's definitely sprawled out on the sleeping bag, clearly ready to relax since he's sans glasses. The full bishounen update, not that Ryuji CARES... ]

keiichi maebara | higurashi no naku koro ni

[keichan]

[ I - I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT PENIS ]

[ As far as festivals go, this one sure has a lot more dicks in it than he was expecting. If the poor villagers in Hinamizawa saw these candy dongs, some of those poor, sweet old ladies might have heart attacks. Heads would definitely roll.

Also, he's a rarity at this festival in that he managed to talk a robot into whipping up something not dick-shaped, though oppai pudding might only be marginally better. Still, he seems pretty proud of it, even if he's barely made a dent in it.

He's in a bright, friendly mood, probably because not too long ago, he was getting to know what it feels like to get his fingers pinched by angry crabs. It helps distract him from being homesick, if nothing else. He's eyeing the maid costumes in particular—a purely aesthetic interest, mind you—when he notices someone else looking at them along with him. ]

So... are you gonna try something on? I think that one over there really suits you!

[ Someone get this dumb teenager away from the costumes, please. ]

[ II - YOU CAN DANCE IF YOU WANT TO ]

[ As energetic as Keiichi is, he's not really one for dancing. He's never even done it before, for one thing. So, despite the almost overwhelming urge to get up and move around, he stays seated with some other like-minded individuals around the fire, casually exchanging stories. What it's like where each of them come from, how this world is different from the one they're used to, what the hell was up with all of those dick-shaped foods... that sort of thing.

He looks at his bracelet pensively a few times during the conversation, wondering if it's true what they say about this 'eros energy.' His stomach is tied in knots, his cheeks a soft shade of red that's thankfully masked by the warm glow of the fire. This is all a lot for him to process. He considers himself pretty mature when it comes to a lot of things, but when it comes to sex... hell, he's never even had a girlfriend before. That normally bond, confident demeanor of his dissolves away into self-consciousness, and during a lull in the conversation, he turns to someone, trying his best to put on a brave face. ]

So, um... have you done any of this stuff before? Sorry... I know that's a weird question...

[ What he's hoping for is probably some advice... or maybe just someone to commiserate with. ]

[ III - OBLIGATORY NETWORK PROMPT ]

[ text; un: k1 ]
i'm still trying to settle in. does anyone know of a place where i can stay? i don't have any credits, but i can help out with housework or manual labor.

you probably shouldn't ask me to cook anything, though.

[ OOC ]

[ trying this again. keiichi is 16 years old, so please be advised! his preference is m/f but twenty credits is twenty credits. more importantly, i've made an opt-in post here. unless you comment to it or otherwise express an interest to me directly, things will be kept strictly pg-13 (albeit possibly a very tasteless version of pg-13). ]

I

[costumechanger]

[Zoe's been here long enough that her reaction to everything being penis-shaped is basically 'this might as well happen'. And her powers came in handy as always when it came to making something nice out of the outfit the robots wanted her to wear - her toga looked a lot less improvised, with a pair of crescent moon and circle brooches pinning shoulder straps in place and a golden cord tied around her waist. Golden sandals in a vaguely Roman looking style completed the look.

Free food was a good thing here (unless it was drugged, naturally), so she grabbed some of the unfortunately shaped snacks as she wandered around. Of the more sexually oriented items on display at the festival, the clothing is what caught her attention the most - she had no intention of buying any of it, but it might give her ideas that would come in handy later. When Keiichi spotted her, she was holding a partially eaten chocolate banana in one hand while looking over the maid outfits. She didn't seem to have noticed his presence until he started talking to her.]

Hmmm? Oh, no, I was just looking at this stuff for possible inspiration.

[She did move to take a closer look at the outfit he'd pointed out, though, pulling it off the rack and holding it against herself thoughtfully.]

You think this would suit me, huh? Or maybe you just want to see a cute girl in an outfit like this.

[OOC: I'm fine with sexy things being discussed or happening between these two if it takes that turn - Zoe's only 17 herself.]

Julian Chase | gen:LOCK

[torso]

— nulla. arrival.
          closed prose.

[ Chase winds up with hazy impressions of washing ashore, head pounding and everything else hurting in a way that it really, really shouldn't be for far too many reasons. He slips in and out of consciousness, trying to find the settings for his pain modulators in between instances and finding it impossible. In fact, he can't access any of his files, but can't focus well enough to understand why.

The clearest memory he holds of his arrival is a robot helper coming over to him, and that's only because Chase remembers mistaking it for someone else, asking Caliban when he went and changed up his look. He thinks he passed out again before getting his answer.

It takes some quick action for him to get sorted out, robots needing to ferry him to the hospital in order for him to stabilise enough to move to his final destination. Once there, he awakes to a sight that is both familiar and not, the scenery beyond his immediate foreground proving a strange landscape that he's all too curious about. It takes the better part of an evening to recover and reflect on his new situation, moving past the shock of a situation he thought impossible and learning largely of what's going on from the bracelet that someone fitted to his wrist while he was out. ]


— i. never been kisssed pinched
          bracelet must be worn by characters in order to interact with chase

[ By the day after his arrival, he's got the hang of things as he needs to use them, and makes his way to the beach with hopes to thank the robot who got him to safety. He winds up unsuccessful on that front, but sticks around the beach anyway, wandering around with little purpose. Those who see Chase might not think much of the uniform clad man at first, but if they look for just a moment longer, they'll notice something very peculiar about him.

He's not really there.

There's a projection of a man walking the beach, leaving no footprint in his stead and unconcerned by the crabs clipping through his feet, though he often tries to step around them anyhow if he sees one coming his way. He's not entirely opaque, the bright light of day making it all the more apparent, clouds and waves easily seen through him.

As if feeling the gaze upon him, Chase turns and meets eyes. He smiles and offers a two-finger salute, casual as can be. ] Hey. You know what's up with all these crabs?


— ii. phallus proFANity
          bracelet must be worn by characters in order to interact with chase

[ Chase looks strangely suited in the bright colours of the flashy festival, parts of his uniform glowing as a substitute for being unable to wear the toga someone had attempted to provide him. He's been wandering around, doing his best to follow the flow of foot-traffic, but occasionally apologising to people as his shoulder or elbow phases through them harmlessly.

He's shown no interest in taking anything from the stalls, unable to touch anything anyway, though he's clearly entertained by the events, if his expression is anything to go by.

A shopkeeper addresses him, telling him that there's just the thing he needs to cool off when things get a little hot. Or make them hotter, if he's feeling too cool. He's about to protest, saying that he really can't, and not because he doesn't want their generosity, but — he realises the shopkeep has sent him a file.

He opens it, and not a moment later Chase has a paper fan in the shape of a fat phallus in his hand, and a realistic looking dildo in the other. ]

Wowww, thanks.

[ This doesn't stop him from fanning himself for show as he resumes going about, especially because he can't put away either item. He's tried. In looking into it, however, it appears he can pass the file on to someone else. Time to see if anyone wants to take this off his hands, shouting out into the crowd as he waves the toy above his head. ]

Anyone want a digi-dildo?!


— iii. wildcard @ the hangar
          advance cw for graphic descriptions or links to graphic drawings. unlike the above, bracelet is optional

[ For those who frequent the hangar, you will find two new special somethings that are hanging around. The first and most obvious, is a blue and white four-story-tall robot, which holds a strange similarity to another currently stationed there. Those who know Valentina's purple holon might be able to place it as one.

The other is a bit harder to uncover, a tank at the feet of the holon, large glass dome atop it emitting a soft blue glow, but it's hard to see what's within it since the glass has fogged up in the heat. There's a shape within, blurry and dark, but may require some investigation to find out more. Come check it out? ]

w i l d c a r d

[videnije]

[ she's here because of her own holon, of course. she may not be able to upload into it for the time being, but she wants to make sure it's ready. in case it becomes necessary, or she's able to.

so, when she steps into the hanger, and sees the chaser model next to wraith, her eyes go wide just the slightest bit. of the people she'd entertained arriving from home - mainly yas or kazu - chase had not crossed her mind much.

but the holon was powered down, not moving. that give her a moment of panic until she looked it over in full - and spotted the fogged-over tank in front of it.

... it couldn't be.

she steps cautiously through the hangar, stopping in front of the tank at the feet of the mech. she raises her hand, hesitating. she thinks of driana practicing her horrible songs in the bedroom next to theirs -

shakes her head a little, presses her fingers to the glass to wipe the condensation away. ]

Chase?

August W. Booth | OUAT

[unvarnished]

ii. phallus phestival

[August has been to many festivals in his time, but this is something else entirely. He finds the whole thing intriguing, and is more than happy to put on the sheet toga style.

The food makes him laugh. Of course he immediately gets whatever happens to be dick-shaped and sticks it in his mouth]

iii.a. fireside adventures, storytelling

August sets himself down by the fire. "You know, bonfires are a perfect place for stories. Anyone got a good one or should I start?" His audience would quickly pick up how eager he was to hear and/or tell a story.

iii.b. fireside adventures, dancing

[August doesn't really need the encouragement of a fire to get him dancing, but it certainly helps. He is also going to grab someone and dance with them]


wildcard

[magical option I didn't mention. August is open to anybody, sexytimes or otherwise]

ii

[defaulthawke]

Oh, come on.

[From the large man in a heart-pattered toga currently peeling chocolate drizzle off of a dick pop.]

You'll never get anywhere with that sloppy technique. Try to get some depth!

operator 6o - nier automata

[dreamofrain]

[ i - tout à l'heure, mon poisson! au revoir! ]

[ Look, she has a lot of questions about where she is and what she's doing in this strange place, but someone handed her a bucket and told her to catch crabs and while that someone was a strangely friendly Machine Lifeform, her protocols made her generally more prone to being agreeable and accepting of commands from confirmed friendly units, even if they weren't androids. Well, at least that's what she'd say if any other YoRHa unit caught her out here chasing after crabs and trying, unsuccessfully, to grab them.

Besides, she was sure there's be plenty of time to question the whole "why" of everything later! Probably! Well. She hoped so at least.

More importantly than that, she was on the surface of a planet, on an island, overlooking the sea, surrounded by what all of her sensors were telling her was real, organic life. Not a simulation, not just a 3D holographic image, but the real thing. And it was... kind of overwhelming.

She stood there, the water rolling into her ankles, bucket in hand, just overlooking the horizon in reverent awe. It was... amazing.

And she didn't even notice the crab that was about to pinch her ankle. ]

Ouch!

[ So much for having an introspective moment to contemplate the true beauty of existence outside of the Bunker. ]

Rude little thing...

[ ii - yorokobi todorokasero kyouki ranbu~! ]

[ 6O had a lot of data stored on the various festivals of human civilization, but she still found herself confused. Mostly that this seemed to be a mix of things she had data on, a collage of different ideas that, at least on Earth, were born of different cultures from places that never formally interacted. She could, at least, draw up information on how to wear the aforementioned garment... though she chose to wear it over her YoRHa Operator Uniform, since she had no reason to remove it at the moment. Honestly, she still hadn't really taken any time to fully digest where she was, or what all of this meant.

Her sensors, after all, were still telling her this was real, that this wasn't part of some virtual space, and that she wasn't anywhere close to the Bunker, her permanent home unable to be located by any signals sent out.

It was when she started looking at the festival goods that she realized she'd never actually looked at the A5 card on her bracelet, and now the Machine Lifeforms' use of the term "eros energy" was making way more sense.

White hot embarrassment flushed over herself and she decided maybe it was best to head back to the beach now that it wasn't so full of crabs. She turns on heel to move towards it, but doesn't quite look where she's going and bumps into someone.

Of course that would normally knock a girl her size back or over, but as a YoRHa operating unit, she weighed close to 320 lbs. ]

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! [ Whether the person she crashed into was sent back or to the floor, she was quick to try and help them back up. ]

I am SO so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going! Are you okay?!

[ iii - it's wonderful, isn't it? ]

[ Finally, she has a moment to just sit in one of the tents, looking out a slit to just watch the ocean as the sun set over it, casting the sky in a brilliant array of colors that she'd only ever witnessed in digital images before, finding herself oncemore overwhelmed by the sheer reality of it. She wanted to question all of it, but the tremendous weight of the reality still couldn't quite be processed. The why and how of her being there seemed still so far away from her, thoughts drifting from her grasp as every other part of her was just consumed by being someplace that wasn't space, that wasn't the Bunker.

It was when she finally noticed that she wasn't alone that her reverie was finally broken, veiled face turning towards the other person with a blush and a nervous laugh. ]

S-sorry, I didn't see you come in... I must have been spacing out. It's all a lot to take in, you know?

Ah, but... there only seems to be one sleeping unit here. I should probably go outside.

[ YoRHa androids, after all, only used beds as an imitation of human behavior. She didn't need to sleep in anything comfortable. ]

[ wildcard ]

[ got an idea that doesn't fit with these prompts? hit me up! i'm always down for something wild! ]

1; crab pinching is magic

[pawper]

[Chuckling sympathetically, Lys bends down and scoops the offending creature out of the shallows, easily holding the spiny body so that she won't get pinched as well.]

He probably thinks the same thing about you, miss, for standing in his ocean.

[Under normal circumstances, Lys would be scurrying around like crazy, frantically trying to scoop crabs into a bucket to make gumbo (and crab cakes, and crab dip, and crab salad, and—!!) outta them.....but judging by the campfire she's got burning on the shore, plus the verifiable mountain of empty crustacean shells littered around it, Lys has already eaten her fill (for once).]

Ace Attorney | Ema Skye

[karintous]

[ i. gestures to crab is this friendship?? ]

[ There's a lady in a lab coat scuttling around on the beach. When she spies a crab that looks like it could be easy prey, she pounces! And misses, plowing into the sand in a fine eruption of sand. Undeterred, she tries again and again, her already stormy expression managing to get darker (and sandier) with every fumbled catch and pinchy claw. ]

As if things couldn't get worse! First I wash up on some sci-fi fetish backwater, and now this. Crab-hunting for robots! Next they'll want me to take out their-- yeowch!

[ Yet another crab manages to pinch her. She snaps. ]

Gyyyaaaaaargh!!

[ In a massive effort, she shovels her hands into the sand and heaves it all up in a big shower -- along with all the little crabs that happened to be lounging there. Hopefully no one was standing too close, or they might get blinded by a cloud of sand and crabs... ]

[batman voice] kimmeh sent me

[pawper]

[She doesn't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.

....Just kidding! Lys doesn't particularly mind sand, however unpleasant it feels to catch a sudden faceful of it. Coughing, spitting, wiping her face with the back of one hand, she does her best to clear away the grit until she can blink up at Ema from where she's sitting on the ground, perched on a flat rock.]

....I guess, uh, you're not in the mood for gumbo?

[It's said calmly, if with an undercurrent of uncertainty, as though she hasn't noticed the crab clinging painfully to her right ear by a pinching claw. Or the two crabs tangled in her hair.]

Princess Allura || Voltron: Legendary Defender

[lioness_rampant]

I. Arrival (It was a three hour tour...)

[ Waking up face-down in the surf without any idea of how you got there is never an ideal situation. Allura is in her Paladin armor, thankfully, the seal of her helmet unbroken so no water has managed to leak inside, but she takes it off to breathe the fresh air as she gradually comes around.

What... what happened? Where are her friends? Her Lion? They'd been on a mission, and someone had been firing on them... Oh, it was the Alteans! They'd traveled into an alternate reality to follow the distress signal and been met with the Altean Empire. She shudders to think of it.

Putting the helmet back on, she uses the comm to call for the other Paladins, but there's no response. Coran doesn't respond, either, so she takes the helmet off again and raises her voice to call their names one by one up and down the desolate stretch of beach. ]

Keith! Pidge! Hunk! Lance! Someone respond!


II. Phestival (How very Freudian)

[ Look, Allura is a diplomat, okay? If it's traditional to wear a sheet, she'll wear that sheet and make it look fabulous. However, when she arrives at the festival and a robot hands her an ice cream (but penis-shaped), her Diplomacy face is clearly a bit strained. She can't turn the robots down, however--they seem so pleased with themselves when she accepts their gifts.

You might spot her giving that dripping ice cream a speculative look before just downing the whole thing in one go like it's no problem at all, or perhaps you'll cross paths with her later on in the day when her arms are laden with phallic merchandise that she was just too polite to refuse. She'll laugh sheepishly if asked about it. ]

This place has such... fascinating customs, does it not?


III. Fireside (Did anyone bring marshmallows?)

[ After the festival winds down for the day, Allura can be found on the beach enjoying the beautiful sunset and the warmth of the fire. It doesn't take much prompting to get her to dance, though. She's light on her feet, and will happily dance with basically anyone who asks her.

Later in the evening, however, she's tired after an eventful day. The sleeping bag she'd staked out earlier in the day is calling her name, but when she pulls back the flap, it seems someone else is already bundled up inside. ]

Oh! I'm... sorry. I thought this tent was available. Pardon the intrusion.


Wildcard

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II

[vicissitudinal]

[The robots can be very insistent and while Exxis does know when to say no, it's hard when they decide to act as if their audio functions are damaged and they can't hear you so you take whatever they give you just to get them to leave.

In other words, Exxis also has a few items in his hands that he has no use for and is looking at leaving somewhere on a free table so people can do as they wish. Seeing Allura's pile though makes his feel rather paltry.]

You could say that. They enjoy reminding us of their "culture" regularly. [But he wonders if it's true, or if they are trying to normalize their purpose here.]

They are...friendly, of a sort.

Mara | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

[shemara]

A.i. : Making A Splash
[There was the smell of smoke, the sound of alarms blaring, and the sight of the ground closing in at break-neck speed--

--And then there was sickness and her stomach turning in a different way.

She tried to breathe only to inhale water. Mara gurgled and choked, opened her eyes and began to instinctively swim as fast as she could to what she assumed was up. She breaks upon the surface with a gasp of air, body aching and sore and completely confused. Had she crashed into the ocean and been thrown from the ship? How had she misjudged that much?

She swims until her feet hit sand, but if she hears the sound of anyone else who may be in trouble in the water, her first instinct will be to help them, no matter how tired and worn down she is.

Then she'll trudge herself through the waves, collapsing onto the shore with deep breaths.]

"Water landings...not fun."


A.b. : Where Am I?
[She got caught by a robot and rubbed down in a decidedly Not Usual Way with a towel it had as she tried to fight it off, but she was just too tired. After being given a special communicator and very few explanations, Mara is confused and done. Robots that weren't trying to kill her were good, maybe, but now she was in another dimension? Had the ship been thrown through another portal before it crash landed?

Had she bought Etheria time, expected to die, only to be ripped away from it by something completely different?

The first person she sees that doesn't look as lost as she is, she's going to straight up ask:]

This is where we go when we die, isn't it? This being the After Life would make so much more sense than anything else I've heard today. [Which wasn't much.]


II. Phallus Festival
[Everything here is ridiculous, but at least Mara found soap. It's shaped like a pair of breasts with a Certain Something lodged between them, but it's soap. And after coming out of the salt water and laying in the sand, a couple days back, Mara would like a decent bath with actual bathing involved. And guess what happened to be the one toiletry she didn't have in the bag they gave her?

The fact the robots won't give her anything is very frustrating.]

What do you mean I don't have the right outfit? I don't even have a permanent place to sleep yet, how was I supposed to get special clothes delivered? Can't you just give it to me first, then I can put something else on?

[The robot is following those strict Traditional Garb Only rules though and Mara is about to have a throw down. Someone do please step in.]


I : Getting Crabby (F/F for shipping)
[She does finally give in to the robots and put on a toga they So Kindly provided--as if they expected her to strip right there in front of them--so she could get some other supplies, too.

And when she found out that catching crabs would help her get money, she decided to grab a bucket. A task. Something to focus on. Even if the crabs did like to try and snap at her.

And it a crab gets kicked across the beach after it tried to snap at her bare toes, she felt just a bit guilty about that. Sorry if you got a crab to the face.]


IV : Card's Wild
{OOC: If none of these prompts fit you, just come up with something else and I'll roll with it! Or hit me up at chocolateisbrainfood. F/F for shipping, and OTA for everything else!}

a.b

[mudbuddy]

[Well, Mara, Enkidu isn't an expert on this place either.]

The afterlife? [They blink a couple of times while the look on their face looks completely neutral. After life? The underworld, maybe?] Hmmm...I think it would greatly improve Kur if it would look like this. All those trapped souls could use a little sun.

[A pause.]

If you wish to know, you do not look dead to me.

Ann Takamaki || Persona 5: Royal

[pussy_whip]

I. Crab Rave

[ This is already shaping up to be a hell of a day, y'know? Washing up on some strange beach in your school uniform and having robots greet you and give you porn bracelets and towels is... well, it's probably not the weirdest thing that's ever happened to her but it ranks pretty high up there.

Now she's mincing her way across the beach, snatching up crabs and dropping them into a bucket without letting them pinch her in the process. She's had fair to middling success, fingers slightly reddened from her efforts. She feels a little bad about it--just let the crabs do their business in peace, all right? But she's hungry and she needs money, and crabs are the answer to both of those problems. ]

Ow! Hey, cut it out! Sheesh!

[ Well, that little guy was feeling especially vicious. Ann drops him in the bucket and shakes her hand before sticking her smarting fingertip in her mouth. If she spots you watching her, she'll take the opportunity to grouse. ]

This is almost more trouble than it's worth.


II. Same Day, Different Dicks

[ Ann will not--cannot--make eye contact with anyone here.

She'd been excited at the prospect of getting to attend a festival after all the weirdness of the morning, but... this is not what she signed up for, okay? Just because she wears a red leather bodysuit and carries a whip in the metaverse doesn't mean she's into this. In fact, if the ground opened up and swallowed her whole it would probably be an improvement.

Dressed up in her robot-issued toga, Ann is studiously avoiding looking at... everything, which isn't great for navigating, as it happens. When she bumps into someone because of it, she's all apologies, her face bright red with embarrassment. ]

Ahh! Sorry, sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going.


III. Bonfire Beach Party

[ This part, though? This isn't so bad. She's parked on one of the provided logs facing the water, there's a nice breeze coming in off the ocean, and the firelight makes her hair look like spun gold. Too bad they don't have watermelons here, as far as she can tell. The fresh juices are tasty and refreshing, at least, even if she can't quite place the flavor. If you snag a spot beside her, she'll smile at you in the waning daylight. ]

This place is super weird, but it's kind of pretty too, don't you think?


Wildcard

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II

[tricksterious]

[ Not making eye contact with anyone explains exactly how she nearly mows down Ren.

Luckily, he's not as awkward as all that...mostly. Sometimes. He's got reflexes these days thanks to those stats, so he manages to catch himself, automatically reaching out for Ann's arm to make sure she's steady just as much as he reaches out to confirm she's actually there. ]

Not a problem, you can run me down any day.

[ That's friendship, isn't it... ]

Kadaj | FFVII

[riplica]

⚊ａｒｒｉｖａｌ 🌊 ｒｅｂｉｒｔｈ⚊

Mother?

( An overwhelming sound drowns his own voice, and ripples through his body with a thunderous pulse of discomfort. His body aches, enough so that it strikes consciousness into him like a sharp tear of steel blade into his flesh.

Ah.. That's what it was, many times over, wasn't it? Cloud's strike came fiercely as if the blond held cosmic energy tightly bottled up until the right moment. Until Cloud was done playing with Kadaj; with Him.

Kadaj's thoughts of the final battle, his memories of his fall, and the seething shame of living within the shadow of Sephiroth, wash over him just as tangentially as the water licks over his body. Kadaj's awareness only comes after he's satisfied multiple accounts of his last moments on Gaia. The memories fade into a secondary priority as the uncomfortable reckoning breathes over him. He instantly recognizes the foreign land, only because he cannot feel Her. )

𝑀𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟?

𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓!
( Kadaj pulls himself to his hands and knees. Sand coats at the forefront of his body and marks grainy stains across his pale face. He can even feel the sand in his mouth; perhaps he's even breathed in a significant amount of sand as his chest feels tight, and his body feels heavy. The taste of sour salt over the grain texture in his mouth makes him want to gag. However, the absence of Her makes everything other feeling pale in comparison. Emotion coils around his chest, squeezing the breath from his lungs and air from his throat and causes him to cough out a mixture of grainy bile. It tells him he's swept up from the ocean, onto this beach, as another rejected fragment from a greater body. Tears stung at his eyes. )

Where have I gone?

( Kadaj lays himself back down onto the sand, fighting the urge to cry and call out for Her-as he knows She won't answer him. For a long while, he remains idle, taking little comfort in the ocean's reaching laps up his legs.

Kadaj doesn't have to wait long until he's disturbed by robots that come at him as if expectantly. Their presence and accusations bring more confusion and despair to him, and he counters their advances with anger, violence, and powerless rebellion. He does not make it far into his vehement response as the robots quickly detain him. From there, the robots shackle him with a bracelet and cover his head with a towel. Once again, Kadaj is left motionless on the beach, even more disgusted with his weakened state. )

⚊ｃｒａｂｂｙ 🦀 ｂｅａｃｈ⚊

( Kadaj has been here for three days, each which have been spent on the beach that bore him. A faint spark of hope beckons him as he watches the distant sea, waiting for discernment to wash ashore. He had a purpose with his birth on Gaia; here, he had an unfamiliar design and a role that he had not yet accepted.

Today, however, he finds the beach crowded with bright speckles of red. Upon closer proximity, he recognizes the crustaceans, a familiar creature on Gaia as well. He's then affronted by another robot who shoves a bucket in his hand and directions for him to follow. As if the womb he'd crawled from was his responsibility to keep tidy. Perhaps, even a portion of him felt some truth in that.

The beach was his place of birth, and he did not think he liked the way the red splotches of mating crabs scattered across the sand. Kadaj, for the first time, takes ownership in a direction given to him from this world. )

⚊ｐｈａｌｌｕｓ 💋 ｐｈｅｓｔｉｖａｌ⚊

( Kadaj has familiarized himself with the shackle on his wrist - the bracelet. He follows the instructions once, twice, and by the third time, he finally manages to wrap the sheet around himself adequately enough that he feels it's securely in place. The fabric's color is a deep navy blue, with a shimmering blue fabric, near see-through, lower half that skirts around his legs.

It appears the many crabs collected previously have resurfaced as a variety of dietary sources. By now, Kadaj has begun to let the concept of this world sink into him, almost deep enough to find himself beginning to look for the profound sense of self here, his identity, and his purpose. Although, nothing as loud as he felt on Gaia. Could it be possible to find a world in which he can survive without Her? The thought was terrifying, and he felt shameful each time it crossed his mind.

Distractions, such as this festival, were sweet promises to keep him from thinking such things. Alongside his new life here were cravings he had begun to feel so intensely, such as the need to eat, sleep, release waste, and do it all over again each day. Lust wasn't new to Kadaj, but like the other symptoms, it was uncontrollable and sometimes confusing. Never before had he needed to learn to associate his symptoms with a need: was it sleep he needed, was it the toilet, was it to eat? Or was he horny? His feelings, behaviors, and actions tie into these needs, and it caused him distress. )

⚊ｆｉｒｅｓｉｄｅ 🔥 ａｄｖｅｎｔｕｒｅ⚊

This beach belongs to me.

( He mumbles beneath his breath. The transition to the beach tonight was done by following various others to the location. A growing disdain groped at his chest, making it hard to breathe, with the closer he got. He saw a great fire that lit the sky and a large circumference surrounding it. He watches as people gather on the beach with their sound of chatter, laughter, shuffling of sand, and music to set an undertone that screamed in his ears. There is a crowd on his beach.

Kadaj loathes this. Quite openly as he looks to a few people with dark eyes beneath heavy, thick, lashes, and furrowed brows. He's content enough to walk around with such a grimace, shooting each person that would return his gaze a look of sheer distaste. It didn't matter who else the sea thwarts, this was his beach, and he did not like the sight of it ruined with such filth. For the first half-hour, he was ruled by his hatred, telling others to keep their distance with a glower on his face or a sharp recommendation to remain at bay.

However, as time began to pass, the contempt lifted, and he started to find himself captivated by the same people he wished to were absent from the beach. What were they saying, why were they dancing, would anyone approach him? )

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⚊ｏｏｃ⚊

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fireside adventure

[goons]

[Rude isn't one for parties, so he's on the periphery of this one. There are a few others keeping a cautious distance away from the fire and the crowd enjoying themselves. He's less eager to do so because he has to keep his wits about him and report back to Rufus and the others.

He hears Kadaj's words, but doesn't recognize his face. He's yet to live through the events that would have had the two of them meeting, so it's with a fairly pleasant neutral tone that he turns to him to respond. Maybe it should have been more obvious, and maybe the color of Kadaj's hair and glow of his eyes should evoke imagery or Sephiroth, or Yazoo, but it doesn't. Not at all.]

Your beach? Then why is it you aren't participating in the festivities?

Luther Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy

[paulbunyan]

Arrival

Luther's head spins a little as he climbs out of the water, soaked from head to foot. His stomach feels like it might try to escape through his mouth somehow, even as he's getting robots shoving towels and bracelets at him.

He makes a face. "This is a mistake. I'm not supposed to be here..."

He's supposed to be in the '60s technically. Kind of. It's a long story...

Feel the Friendship

"Hey!" Luther tries to nudge one of the crabs away from him after it pinches his foot, letting out an annoyed huff. It's not the most painful thing he's ever felt, but it's not pleasant either.

"Can you believe this?"

Phallus Festival

"I'm not wearing this. I don't think you understand..." He grips the sheet in his hand, brows furrowing. Sure, his stomach is growling and he could use food -- and he could probably use other things too, but that doesn't mean he's putting on any costume. He stands out enough without making it more awkward.

"Can't you just let me have it without changing? Come on. I've got money..." Not that it seems to be particularly good here, but it can't hurt to offer, right?

Fireside Adventures

The night winding down is probably his favorite part. Luther steals a seat next to the bonfire and sips drinks, maybe strikes up conversation with anyone who seems interested. He might start nodding off on a bench eventually--

Probably for the best. He's a big guy and tents don't usually get along too well with him and any ape-like features he's got.

Wildcard

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fireside adventures (i've seen season 2 so don't worry about spoilers :>)

[demology]

The beach party is coming to an end. There are probably only a few hours left until dawn, but the crowd is drunk and taking their sweet time clearing out. Most stay on the beach, and Ciro is contemplating doing the same rather than venturing out to try to find where he's supposed to be living while this drunk.

He's stumbling over sand, nearly trips, and when he turns back he sees it's actually a person. A very big person. Since there are people behind him he directs them around the sleeping guy and then sits down right in front of him to see how asleep he really is.

"I apologize if I stepped on you."

ingrid brandl galatea | fe:3h

[eques]

( crab knight )

[ look, when knights have been tasked a quest, then they must do it most earnestly. and that's what ingrid's set out to do when she's been asked to help out with the crab infestation on the beach. and while she refuses to use her family heirloom to make her life easier (her father would be sorely upset if she were to use lúin for something as mundane as catching crabs), she uses her next best weapon.

armed with a net and a pail, she's sitting atop her white pegasus, swooping down gracefully and scooping a netful of crabs every time. her grin is wide, very much pleased with this plan of action. effortlessly catching crabs while not getting accidentally pinched by them? ]

Defenceless, are we?

[ ofc they are, ingrid. they're crabs. but hopefully, with this, there's going to be a feast for dinner tonight! those little metal things did promise her that she can keep whatever she catches, and she intends to do so.

she swings her net to catch a few more, accidentally swatting an unfortunate fellow crab-catcher. oops? ]

( nsfw mukbang )

[ guess who doesn't care if the corn dog she's eating is shaped like a dick?

ingrid's never one to refuse food especially when it's being offered for free; after all, that's akin to rejecting the blessings of the goddess and she'd rather not let it go to waste if no one decides to take it. which is why she's wandering around the island with an armful of food and is still popping by every food stall she can find, quite wide-eyed at the selection of edibles she can find.

once in a while, she'll be exclaiming something in the lines of: ]

It's a banana dipped in chocolate? But what are those colourful little things scattered on top?

[ or: ]

Sausage? Covered in cake batter and then fried? How fascinating.

[ or: ]

Oh, goodness! Spun candy? And in such curious shapes too.

[ why yes, they're all dick-shaped and all on a stick and she's accepting all of them (even putting them in her mouth) without batting an eyelash. ]

( wildcard )

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mukbang

[nobiliteatime]

[ There are very, very few things in the world that can make Ferdinand von Aegir, noblest of nobles and perhaps the most loquacious as well, utterly speechless. But the sight of one of his allies (at least, according to what memories he possesses), and one he's regarded as a very paragon of the sort of respectability expected of knights and the nobility at that, eating a chocolate-covered banana with such gusto...

Yes, speechless is certainly one of the many words that can be used to describe him right now. Flustered would be another one. ]

I... [ He genuinely struggles to come up with the words, bringing a hand up to his forehead. ] I see you are not allowing the food that has been so generously provided to us to go to waste.

[ There. That's a much more graceful way of putting things than "please stop, Ingrid, my noble brain can't take this." ]

Marco Bott | Attack on Titan

[freckilled]

I. Arrival

[This is not where he was a few minutes ago.]

[Marco sits up, his hands sinking into the sand, waterlogged and groggy and with his hair sticking up in about ten different directions. How he went from the sinking heat on rooftops of Trost to being in the water, with peacefully waving trees on the shoreline, is completely beyond him. Did he black out? Where the hell is he?]

[As he tries to piece things together, Marco feels something scuttle over his hand. He jumps, yanking his hand back, and flings something small and red several meters away. It lands with a splash in the water... the water that Marco has just realized goes on and on forever.]

Whoah...

III. Fireside

[So it turns out that the enormous water is called an ocean, and the trees are palm trees, and the little red things all over the sand, which is called a beach, are crabs, and you can apparently eat them? A bonfire, at least, is familiar, and Marco is seated on one of the benches near it. A metallic man has pressed a drink into his hand, and when Marco tries it to be polite, he realizes it has flavors he's never tasted before.]

How did they get it so sweet?

[It's so sweet he barely even notices the alcohol in it.]

[spacerat]

Hey! You okay?

[ duo is normally not what he'd call the welcome squad, but instead of people filtering out of the hospital like normal, they're all washing up on the shore instead.

he and heero are still in scavenging mode, enough that he is more interested in catching the crabs, but the guy jumping and flinging a crab halfway into the ocean, who also looks like he's been through hell recently, is more interesting than chasing another crustacean down.

which is how marco gets a teenager walk-splashing his way into the shallows, black jeans rolled up to his knees and a red shirt tucked into the hem, looking at him with mild concern as he offers a hand for him to stand up. ]

Porco Galliard | Attack on Titan

[bigporkenergy]

[Please note, if you're anime-only, Porco is one giant walking spoiler for season four!]

I. Arrival

[There is only one reason for an Eldian to end up on a beach like this. It means banishment to the island; it means failure; it means almost certain death.]

[Never mind that he had actually been on the island before all this, and in the middle of a nasty battle, one that Porco is starting to think they're going to lose. Never mind that he'd gotten his head crushed against the ground hard enough to fracture his titan's face, or that he'd barely had any power left to recharge. Never mind that he's still wearing a tattered coat with roses on the back, or that his head is feeling surprisingly good for something that half didn't exist the last time he remembered it.]

[He is a Warrior. This is what he trained for.]

[Porco sits up and, without hesitation, bites down hard on the flesh of his hand. A crack of lightning later, and instead of a damp redhead sitting on the beach, there's a lion-maned titan tearing across the sand towards the trees.]

[If he's going down, they're going to have to catch him first.]

II. Festival

[Okay, so it turns out this isn't that island. It's another island, a significantly weirder one, but there doesn't seem to be much actual danger. So it's back to human form and out of the rose coat, and off to explore. A festival is usually a pretty good place to gather intel and scope out your surroundings, except...]

Seriously?

[No, really... seriously?]

Why's it all look like dicks?

[Asking the important questions here.]

II

[fistsofchange]

I saw some boob cookies at one booth, [she pointed it out, across the plaza.] but it seems to be mostly penises.

Lorenz Hellman Gloucester | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | OTA

[silky_bearing]

I. Arrival
[There is so much of this entire situation that is beyond anything Lorenz could even begin to wrap his head around. It's the sort of thing that requires some time to sit down and really go over the information that he's been given in depth. Something that will take some processing time.

Not something he can do when there are others around, many of them clearly common folk, a distressing number of them some strange streamlined variation of the Agarthan's golems. It is only the fact that they offer him no violence that stays his blade. In fact they offer towels which he stubbornly refuses.]

What sort of nobleman would I be if I accepted such assistance when there are others in need? Not at all. When the others are seen to then I shall tend to my own state.

[So anyone else on the beach may end up getting approached by a distinctly waterlogged nobleman insisting on handing out towels.]

II. Festival
[Now, this sort of thing was absolutely not his usual style of dress but as it was a festival he hardly felt his armor was appropriate. Besides that it seemed the clothing was somewhat meaningful to the... citizens, as it were. It was only proper, then, to honor the customs of his hosts and dress accordingly. It helped that he had a stretch of rich purple material, silky and sheer, with red flowers that may well have been hand painted for all he knew.

It was gorgeous and, once he'd played with a few attempts at wrapping it he had enough overlapping layers on the bottom to be decent and a wide swath of violet fabric cascading over one shoulder in a fashion quite reminiscent of certain House Leaders usual attire. Entirely by accident, mind you. The sculpted metal rose from his breastplate now rested on one hip, carefully pinning dozens of layers in place. Dangerous, were it to come unfastened, but he trusted in his work and the wonders of careful tension.

Now if only he hadn't made it out into the city only to have elegant features twisted up in horror and disgust at the sheer audacity of these... these... ]

I'm quite certain there are more appropriate shapes for spun sugar, good- [A moment where his bluster fails him because he cannot determine whether these golems should be addressed as Sir or Madam and he hadn't thought of that until the words were already half out of his mouth in his indignation.] -citizen.

III. Fireside
[By now he's, honestly, exhausted by the amount of appalling behavior he's seen. It's absurd- obscene and while he's come to understand there is a measure of necessity behind it that hardly means such things must be... flaunted. Even the basest of men value their privacy. By the Goddess this was a whole other level of -

A heavy sigh, long fingers rising to rest at his temple. He can feel a headache thrumming behind his eyes but it wouldn't do to be demonstrably off put now that the -ah- festivities are winding down to something far more reasonable. So he does his best to smile and nod, make small polite conversation. And he finds himself swaying in place a few times before he catches himself, going tense again, the rigidity of a formal stance that's been drilled into him over years.

This music isn't even appropriate for a waltz if he did wish to dance but on a beach is absolutely no place for such a thing either. It's just too bad he hardly has the energy after long, confusing days of near insanity to stop himself drifting into a gentle sway again not ten minutes later.]

((Hi, I apologize in advance for the stick up this man's ass. He's TRYING okay. Thinking some point just before or during the fight with Nemesis for canonpoint. Feel free to hit me up draconicseraphim or Discord: Sierra#7666 ))

I

[nobiliteatime]

[ When word had arrived that, rather than the hospital, newcomers were emerging from the sea, Ferdinand hadn't hesitated to come to the scene directly. It had been his intention to ensure the safety of the new arrivals, but the presence of some of the robotic servitors seems to indicate that they've accounted for this unforeseen complication.

Still, he does what he can, walking more than a few of the newcomers to a place where they can dry off. He is almost expecting to see a familiar face, as so many have appeared since the days when it was just him and Edelgard here.

And then, as he has a passing thought about one face in particular—that of a good friend with whom he'd love to share some of the tea he's finally acquired—who should appear but the owner of that very face itself, his noble countenance unsullied by the water dripping from every inch of him? ]

Lorenz! I can hardly believe it is you. Please, allow me to render you my assistance. I insist.

Ivan Karelin | Tiger & Bunny | let's try this again!!

[helperidese]

[ Arrival ]
[ Ivan slogs through the water, trying to swim despite the heavy clothes clinging to his body. He spits water like a park fountain. He flounders, he goes under, he rolls forward--

Incoming ninja rocket! ]

[ Crabs ]
Ow! [ When the crab snaps at his ankle, Ivan reaches down to grab it but misses. The creature is free and he... has never felt so inclined to ask the person next to him for a cozy little favor. Maybe a hug?

It's not so easy, though. He's not so bold. ] Excuse me? If you don't mind...

[ Phestival ]
[ Wearing a purple sheet with shuriken on it, he curiously wanders the festival.

"You there!" a robot calls out to him. "Would you like new clothes?"

It holds up a maid outfit. Ivan pauses. ]

Cosplay...?

[You've got crabs]

[newtyping]

[Yeah, he saw that...]

Mind what?

[He'll just scoop that little guy up. Carefully. And hand it over-]

I think he was yours.

tifa lockhart, ffvii.

[zangan]

i. surf n' turf

[ one moment, she's leaving midgar behind following cloud and barret and aerith, and the next, she's floundering on a beach, coughing up sea water as she drags herself up onto the sand. she's soaked through, swiping her long dark hair out of her face as she looks around, squinting in the sunlight to get her bearings.

it's definitely not midgar and it's a beach she doesn't recognize, but before she can voice any sort of confusion, her body reacts first: the robot that approaches her with a towel and a bracelet gets a gloved fist to its face for its trouble, and it's only when it falls into the sand that tifa registers what happened, pulling her hand back a little too late. ]

Oh—! [ oops. she crouches next to the robot and at least looks apologetic while she checks the damage. ] I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you...

ii. seafood gumbo

[ there's no better way to learning a new environment than to start out by doing fetch quests and helping the neighborhood, and so tifa takes to the crab cleanup with the same gusto she would back at home in sector seven. her gloves make it easy to pick up the crabs without needing to worry about getting her fingers pinched, and before long, she's filled a few buckets and going back for more. ]

Wonder what I could make out of these. [ she shakes some sand free from another crab before placing it in her bucket, almost missing another one that blends in with the color of her shoes as she muses aloud. ] A stew, maybe? Or pasta?

iii. fish sticks

[ it's almost like being back at wall market again, but the free food is always nice, questionable shapes aside. more importantly, she's gravitated to household necessities further in; the selection isn't as broad, but you know, beggars can't be choosers.

catch her checking out some penis-shaped coasters and place mats, fighting back a laugh despite the swell of embarrassment she feels when she picks them up to take a look. ]

I guess it wouldn't have matched the bar, huh?

iv. wildcard

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[tigerbeat]

[ Kotetsu is still looking pretty waterlogged here with a towel draped over his head. The Displeasure is clear on his face as he looks at Tifa and the felled robot, still resenting having the bracelet slapped on him against his will. ]

You don't have to apologize to these guys. They're creepy...

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi | Tiger & Bunny

[tigerbeat]

Grand Debut

[ He definitely didn't remember falling off the bridge or anything. He's not senile yet! He would definitely, definitely remember plummeting that far.

Unless he's dead. Is he dead? Oh no, he's definitely dead, huh? Do you wake up soaked to your underwear in sea brine when you're dead? Is the river of the dead salty?

His eyes snap open and he sputters, sitting up and smacking his chest. Oh! Breathing! He can breathe. Good. Great start, Wild Tiger! Maybe death has once again been dodged by the great and legendary hero.

Where's his hat?

Kotetsu grumbles and opens his salt-stung eyes slowly, looking around for his cap with his eyes still squinted. He's not clumsy enough to rub his sand-covered hand over his eyes to dry them... this time, at least. ]

Ahhh, what the hell happened?

[ He doesn't have long to fret before a towel is dropped on his hand and he's yanked to his feet to have a bracelet clamped onto his wrist, him protesting the whole time. ]

What? What? What are these things? Hey!

[ Please come calm him down. ]

Cock Carnival

[ He'd heard of fertility festivals. Never attended, but he'd heard of them happening. He didn't have any expectations of being thrown into one, though. While he'd foregone wearing the sheet (as he could not, in any way, get it to stay on), he's at least traveled into the fray to see what the hell is even happening in this place. What constitutes a celebration in a desolated place like this?

Penises, it looks like. Among other things.

He has yet to figure out that yes, he will have to pay for the food here. In the meantime, he will ask the most trustworthy (or at least the least busy) person he can find: ]

Er, hey, is there any like... normal looking food here? I figure I better grab some lunch if I'm gonna be here anyway... but...

Fireside

[ Drink? Check.

Bench? Check.

Total concern that he's been here for Several days without any way to contact his mom and daughter? Check, check and check.

Kotetsu sits looking practically defeated on one of the driftwood benches watching the growing crowd of dancing parties over the top of a generously sized cocktail. Drinking is the only solution to his current level of stress and confusion. He's not a quitter but boooy is he taking a quitter's break here for a hot minute. Or two. Or maybe the whole night. He will be a more enthusiastic tiger in the morning!

For now, maybe cheer the old man up. ]

Fireside

[air_head]

[A rotund looking glass filled almost to the brim with frothy, fruit slush hovers right before the man's face at eye level, its content gleaming red in the firelight. Only its held in place by a firm grip, given the less than sober state of the person offering it. For all its efforts, the strawberry slice wobbles somewhat.]

A daiquiri for your thought? I don't know what you have there, but it doesn't look that good! Definitely not party material--and this is a party, even if you're not dancing.

[Never fear, the young man has a drink of his own in the other hand. It has an umbrella in it.]

Johnny Joestar ✨ JJBA

[sundayshoes]

I. Feel the friendship!

[ Arriving on the beach was no small miracle, although it felt like it once Johnny sat up on his knees to brace himself from the dizzying effect. Where was he, how did he get here? These are common questions that came up of course. Why wouldn't somebody have these questions?

But now, now Johnny finds himself holding a bucket in hand and looking over the scuttling crabs. It didn't seem like something he should be doing right now honestly, though fact of the matter is that he's in a strange new place with no money on him at all. Having caught quite a few of the little creatures he had bent down to pick up another before one suddenly moved in for a quick pinch that had the blond recoiling. ]

Fuck! Shit! Oh my god--I'm so going to make you little shits into gumbo later, just you watch!

[ Distracted by sucking at his wound and looking to his finger he hadn't realized he'd be backing right into someone. ]

II. Phallus Phestival

[ Camping out was something that Johnny was all too familiar with by now, so it seemed liked the more viable option considering that he didn't trust the look of most of those buildings he saw.

And much like he had promised those little crustaceans he'd set to work making a fine gumbo out of them, with a campfire set up and using the bucket he had caught the little buggers in. While the dish was simmering over the open fire the blond had gone back into the tent to straighten a few things up quickly only to come back out to something curious. A sheet? There was blinking coming from the accessory the robots insisted he needed, staring at it there was the random push of buttons before the instructions popped up. Delightful.

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Coming out to the festival Johnny wasn't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't...this? The curious edible arrangments and some of the wares the robots had been pushing in his direction had Johnny backing away. ]

No, really... it's okay, I don't need it. Stooooop.

[ It's not really as if he was any sort of saint, but openly displaying these things was a whole other matter ]

Seriously?! What the hell guys!

III. Fireside Adventures

[ There were good drinks to be had at the bonfire that's for sure, and given everything that has gone on it seemed like a good note to end things on. Making his way over to one of the canvas tents he's feeling a little more than a little light-headed from the alcohol.

And because of this there's a chance that he either:

A) Didn't notice that this tent was already occupied.
or
B) May have cut you off just as you made your way to this specific tent.

In either case, once it's pointed out to him there is that awkward little step back, steadying himself once again. ]

Sorry about that, I didn't mean to...

IV. Wildcard

[ Or Choose your own adventure! I'm honestly open to a great deal and am not picky in the slightest as far as a starting off point goes. But if you're not sure and would prefer to run some ideas by me first, feel free either to PM this journal, PP me on plurk (itachuu), or hmu on Disco @ itachuu#2454 ]

III; rip johnny

[antipatheia]

[ As much as Diego might have enjoyed having a good time, he was still trying to figure out exactly where here was and how he'd arrived. He could have had a few drinks, he could have danced by the fire like all the others but he couldn't let him get distracted from the task he'd set forth for himself.

It was for that reason he was in this tent he'd chosen and the sudden intrusion was a very unwelcome distraction. He didn't look up at first, merely clicking his tongue as his lip curled slightly. ]

You didn't mean to what?

[ It was only then that he'd looked up, brow knitting when he realised exactly who was standing in front of him. Standing being the important thing here... ]

Johnny Joestar...

[ Even in his drunken state, surely even Johnny wasn't daft enough not to recognise him. ]

Asellus || SaGa Frontier || ota (of course!)

[roseinpromenade]

II. a sea of candy dicks
[Who decided this girl needed candy? And more importantly, who thought she'd be mature enough to handle it all being shaped like dicks? She's wandering around as it is, sugar dicksicle in her mouth, sucking thoughtfully at the candy and wandering from stall to stall. Her toga is... not quite long enough to be called "decent", though not yet obscene, and shows off her long, slim legs to good advantage, and when she moves with any real urgency, the pale yellow and blue dyed pleats move just this close to affording some (lucky) stranger a little bit of a show.

What? It's hot out.

She pulls the candy from her mouth with a softly audible 'pop' and leans over a merchandise table.]

I wonder what they're asking for that?

[It's an aside, half to herself and half to whoever happens to hear her-- she is definitely giving off an 'open to conversation' vibe. She might even share her candy if asked.

Maybe even the one she's already working on, if asked very nicely.]

III. firelight, dancing

[It took more or less no time at all for Asellus to start dancing. Festivals aren't outside of her scope of experience and the firelight feels so warm on her skin, and the feeling of moving makes the soft sheen of sweat on her skin feel so much cooler. She's clearly enjoying herself dancing with total strangers, and she has no real hesitance about closing the gap between herself and anyone who seems okay with proximity, if they're dancing. After all, this isn't a middle-school dance, leaving room for the holy ghost-- this is a party!

And a party full of very interesting faces and bodies. A chance to make friends!

She spots another erstwhile victim potential dance partner from across the bonfire, and clearly fascinated-- deep pink eyes locked on her target, the glow of sweat on her skin and lips slightly parted in a not-so-slightly inviting smile-- she beckons. Come. Join the dance.]

II

[chariotsofcarbonfiber]

[ It is pretty hot out. That's why Emi's got a tiny, bright pink, toga too, although it doesn't explain the ever present knee socks. She's never been to Kanamara Matsuri so she's a bit giddy about all the dicks, everywhere.

Emi leans in at what Asellus is peering at, eyes widening a bit. ]

I dunno. Doesn't look like they're taking money from anyone.

[ Free sex toys can't be real right? ]

Kisame Hoshigaki | Naruto

[samebito]

I. ARRIVAL

[ The sensation of waves washing him ashore is not an unfamiliar one. Kisame was born and raised in the Land of Water. It is a constant in his life, as familiar to him as the slick sensation of blood on his hands. He knows the ocean. He knows the waves.

What he does not know is anything else in this place.

He accepts towels and a bracelet as though in a dream. Perhaps he is. Perhaps this is the culmination of so many years of labor — a true world. Or perhaps this is some other falsehood. He tests it, meticulously interrupting his chakra flow as he's been trained. Nothing happens.

So here he is. A very tall, muscular man with blue-grey skin, shark-like features, and a towel wrapped around his waist. His small, round eyes are fixed on the sea, and he appears to be lost in thought. At least until there's any disturbance in his surroundings, however slight. He looks over at whoever is nearby, flashing a smile that reveals sharp teeth. ]

Hello there…

II. FESTIVAL

[ Kisame is not fond of the sheet-like garment. However, simple observation reveals that those who wear it are not charged for wares. Therefore, he dons it — along with his massive, bandage-wrapped sword, of course — and makes his way through the festival with an amused smile. ]

My, my. [ He pauses to look over some of the available food. ] They are creative, aren't they?

III. FIRESIDE

[ By the bonfire, Kisame pulls on his own clothing and sits back to observe. He's less noticeable like this. His black cloak's high collar conceals most of his distinctive features, and the red clouds with which it is patterned are unobtrusive in the firelight. He sips tea rather than alcohol, and his only companion is the sword that never leaves his side.

Should someone approach, he raises his head, firelight catching the scarred metal plate on his forehead. ]

It's quite a party, isn't it?

[ Nevermind the fact that he doesn't appear interested in participating. ]

IV. WILDCARD

( ooc: have another idea? go nuts! )

archie andrews — riverdale

[overarches]

PHALLUS PHESTIVAL.

( archie andrews hardly needs an explanation to flash his tits or to put on a tacky blue and gold toga and leave one nipple peeking out. when in rome …or something? the robots got his school colors right, he’s gotta. he’s a little skeptical — why can’t he wear his own clothes? what’s wrong with jeans? he may be persistent but he’s hardly the person to stand against conforming just because. he has no reason not to go along with it. he’s here. it takes him a few tries to get it tied in place ( even with the how-to guide ) and it leaves the triple slash scar on his chest more visible than he’d like, along with a serpent tattoo on his shoulder, but archie won’t flinch from questions about them.

especially not once he’s at the festival and imagining that everyone’s eyes will be on the buttload of dicks, for lack of better phrasing.

he’s trying to mind his business as much as possible, accepting food from the robots here and there because hey, wow, yes. it’s no burger from pop’s but he’s starving and it’ll do in a pinch. he’s less thrilled when a robot presents him with furniture. )

Uh. Thanks? I always wanted a penis-shaped lava lamp. ( it’s a gift, okay, and he has manners. he promptly loses them when said robot rolls itself on to torment the next passerby. archie turns to the nearest person and summons up his friendliest smile. ) Hey, do you need … a night light?

( it's so obvious he wants to say glowing dick. don’t worry, he hates everything about this, too. )

FIRESIDE ADVENTURES.

( every time his cup runs empty, a robot is there presenting a fruity drink with a fun little umbrella and archie knows he should stop drinking them but around three or four, he stops caring. plus, he’s real cozy by the fire. his face is warmed by a lopsided grin, lazy and unbothered by everything that should be plaguing him. people are throwing caution to the wind and dancing in the glow, all shadows, and orange flashes. in a second, he might join them.

he plucks the umbrella out of his glass instead, carefully shaking off the alcohol, before he tucks it into his companion’s hair like a flower. he laughs though it isn’t particularly funny, only corny. guy or girl, archie doesn’t care. it’s likely he’s been chummy with an entire hoard of people the whole night. )

It looks better on you. ( he explains with a lackadaisical shrug like that’s a good enough reason for messing with someone’s aesthetic. he bulldozes along, undeterred, dumping his drink over his shoulder into the sand and freeing his hand up to hold it out in invitation. ) Do you want to dance with me?

FIRESIDE ADVENTURES, PT 2.

( eventually, a day in the sun and a night full of drinking sends him on a journey to claim a tent for himself. better believe he’s untying the damn sheet-dress he’s been stuck wearing to score free food and drinks, and shucking it off until he’s left in boxer-briefs. freedom. not giving a damn about stripping is not brought on by drunk brain, he usually sleeps in his underwear ( lest he overheats in the night and has more panic-induced dreams than necessary ). he’s lifting up the unzipped top flap of the sleeping bag, spreading it apart and standing over it when someone else ducks in through the canvas door.

his head comes up and he stares, silenced by the sudden surprise, not modesty. it’s late, tents are limited, and he’s slept in much worse places. )

Take the sleeping bag. This toga can double as a blanket. ( he straightens to full height, padding over to the abandoned sheet to scoop it up. ) As long as you don’t mind sharing a tent, I don’t mind giving up the sleeping bag.

WILDCARD.

( mix it up!! come at me with something else or a variation of one of these scenarios. whatever floats your boat. archie is 18 and mostly available for m/f, however, i am here to let him be bicurious af. )