ercookies | TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

Entry tags:

!tdm

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

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

_{[ It's quite the sensation he's certain he's never felt before. Ultimately, it's feeling himself getting filled up with hot fluid that brings him to his peak, not ashamed to shout when he releases onto the floor, shaking once again to try and hold his body upward and not just collapse. The additional swelling is felt pretty instantly and makes it unable for him to catch his breath, still soaring high on his orgasm. ]}

Hoooo-ly shit.

_{[ His voice is airy, body warm and flushed, but he finally lowers himself to the ground, grimacing. It's a little painful, but he isn't going to complain. Klaus is nicely stilled on the cold floor, now, not caring he just flopped down into his own semen, chest rising and falling and lashes fluttering. Despite the foreign feeling, he seems pretty pleased with everything, a satisfied smile surfacing over his face now. He tries to shift on his side, but moves very slow and carefully, not wanting to hurt himself or his partner, but Eustace gets the idea of what he's trying to do.

There's some light laughter. ]}

Oh my god. Seriously..? You're stuck with meee for now.
_{[ Sorry, Eustace. ]}

[ Stuck indeed, but the good thing about climaxing is that it really mellows a guy out. Even Eustace, prickly and unforgiving as he so often is, isn't immune to the endorphins that skitter through his body, relaxing his muscles and soothing his mind.

He lets Klaus tug them both down onto the ground, one hand drifting to settle lightly on the curve of Klaus's ribcage. Better enjoy this now, because it's the last intimacy he'll probably get from Eustace for the next month. ]

Is that a problem?

[ It will be in approximately 30 seconds, once clarity rears its ugly head again. Tragically (for him, not Klaus), this knot is going to last way longer than that. ]

_{[ He's pretty happy that his partner has decided to join him on the floor (how romantic) and starts to get all cozy, curling his body carefully and spooning up nicely against Eustace. His lips are curved upward, not minding the aches that are already beginning to pulsate through his body. His hand comes over Eustace's, meshing his fingers with his to interlace. ]}

Noooooo. Of course not. You're so amazing.

_{[ There's still a breathlessness to his voice as he brings Eustace's arm around him tighter. ]}

I'd like to be with you for as long as I can.

_{[ Hmm. ]}

I still don't know your name.

[ Thanks for feeding his ego, Klaus, he appreciates it. Enough to leave his hand there as Klaus intertwines their fingers together. Surprising, considering how much he normally doesn't care what other people think of him, but at the end of the day he's only human.

Well, mostly human. ]

Hmph. Daddy seemed to work well enough earlier.

[ Is he joking??

Regardless, the creeping sensation of reality is sinking back into him. The cool floor, Klaus's warm body, the way they're basically glued together—ah. He frowns. ]

Does it hurt?

_{[ Klaus lets out a little whine when he's denied an actual name and rolls the upper part of his body enough where he can kiss Eustace on the jaw, or mouth, or cheek.. any part he can reach. ]}

So mysterious. I won't pry, but I will do aaaaanything to know.

_{[ At the question, Klaus blinks a few times. ]}

Which part? You're going to have to be more specific.

_{[ He knows what part, but a lot of him hurts right now. ]}

[Dropping any such thing isn't even in his vocabulary, so some meaning gets lost between the lines. Wearing this alone would look incongruous with indecent dancing, at least, though the whole concept feels incongruous to start. Maybe fun to try anyway, even if it's the music and the traces of alcohol urging the thought.] Perhaps a stylistic experiment for another day.

[Because look, if he's stumbled himself back into having a dance partner around on the island, Jeremiah is absolutely going to make good on "another day" in some form. He's sorely in need of hobbies here. You know, normal ones. And he's already decided he likes Abel's company.]

We can do that, though. [Altering his stance and looking left, Jeremiah gives them a dry run and keeps his leading hand low, simply counting through a promenade step a couple times. The refresher helps him, too.] Good. With a twirl this time.

[Raising his hand, Jeremiah's other on his back gently pushes as if to kickstart the motion. They're still moving slow, so there's space for wobbling or hesitation if Abel has any, but it doesn't shake the warmth in his expression, the focus of his gaze as they finish the sequence, feet back together.]

[Even he will admit he does deserve that one. But it won't stop him from hanging his head a little even after he's been elbowed.]

Aw maan...there's no way it'd be that bad, right? It's not like I strike out...all the time.

[No....no, you strike out all the time.]

Oh? Who's the last person you went out with?

[ It's a trick question. She already knows the answer. RIP, Ryuji. ]

Another day...

[ Abel definitely caught onto that, and he likes the sound of it. While the likelihood of running into one another on an island is relatively high, he wouldn't mind already having someone he knows and can seek out again. It's an added bonus if there's going to be plans of teaching Jeremiah to Get Low, as the kids are saying these days (they're not). ]

I'll hold you to that.

[ The promenade steps come easily, the motions of them helping lead him into the twirl, but not completely. He has to give them some extra thought, and winds up back in place out of time with the rhythm they'd set. He gets back to where he's meant to be, but feels a little tripped up now that he's lost pace. Though he can tell none of the warmth has left Jeremiah's face, Abel steels himself, a little embarrassed but more overcome with a stubborn desire to get it right. ]

Crap. Let me try again.

I'm pretty sure you started it, cutie, but yes. Let's dance.

( drinks, a dance, someone else that at least kind of gets it... the night is turning off better than Carmilla had any hope of when it started. a part of her wonders if there's not some shoe that's about to drop. like Caroline might be some mole, planted by her mother. the same mother that's supposed to be dead, granted, but Carmilla can't help but suspect a trick when her life feels almost too good to be true. and of course, when it comes to tricks, her mommy dearest was always the best at pulling the wool over her eyes.

or maybe it's not her mother that will ruin this, somehow. maybe Carmilla will ruin it all on her own. she's good at it. it's probably foolish to hope for too much, here... but she can't help a little bloom of something that almost feels like hope in her undead heart all the same.

instead of worrying about how this is bound to fall apart or how it's a matter of time before she ruins it, Carmilla decides to just enjoy it. so she swallows at least half of her fruity whatever that Caroline delivered and then determinedly drags the blonde back toward the music and back towards the dancing. no more talks of blood or ugly things that go bump in the night. just enjoying a moment. somehow, eternal creatures were especially good at treasuring a moment. )

Tell me about your broken home after. —or now, since I won't be listening anyway.

[ She is such a catch. But just to prove she's not here to be an entirely cold-hearted bitch she gives a little kiss to the tip then laves her tongue over him, hand wrapped around the length as she strokes him. Probably not great to do this dry but she doesn't have anything with her

except for the jelly-filled donut she is still holding onto in the other hand. Her eyes flicker up to his face as she smirks. ]

You allergic to mango?

[ HELLO? klavier is a fool and he does absolutely nothing but watch while ema picks up the pie, even after what happened with the snow cone. and now he's getting penis pied in the face. he literally doesn't move for a second, just processing what just happened, because things like this don't happen to klavier gavin without him getting paid an incredible amount of money first.

the pie tin and its contents slide off of his face, sadly ruining his perfect cream-colored toga before it all drops to the floor. he's still standing completely still, the shape of his face still underneath the pie. thankfully his eyes are closed. then, he cleans his lips underneath all the custard and crust and quietly speaks: ]

Fräulein Detective.

I'd rather not.

_{[ It's a pretty sucky life, back at home. Abusive father. Ghosts haunting him day in and day out. War PTSD. Then there's also the impending apocalypse.. two of them, actually. It's no wonder he's pretty happy to be somewhere else.

A little pain doesn't hurt Klaus, as funny as that sounds. The dry friction gets a hitch in his breath— he actually loves pain, but things do go a lot smoothly when something slippery is applied. Sombra's lips are as nice feeling as they look (she just looks so kissable— it's not often he thinks that so quickly of a woman) and he's a little sad he didn't get to kiss them before they decided to go somewhere else.

He lets out a steady breath and understands where she's going with her question. ]}

Oh, no.. only dairy. Puh-lease, go right ahead.

[ Those are dangerous words, Klaus, and Eustace will use them later if he has to.

For now, he remains as he is on his side, rolling his eyes at little at the continued cadence of Klaus's voice. Impressive, how much energy this guy has. ]

Your ass. [ What else, honestly. ] Or does it hurt everywhere?

[ Is he going to have to patch this guy up? There will be no kissing it better though, sorry. ]

Mmmmm. Yeah, it does. But it's alright. It just gives me an excuse to do nothing tomorrow.

_{[ His hand, still remaining over Eustace's, rubs affectionately, moving to massage his wrist and slide up his arm, idly feeling of his partner's skin. ]}

You still have to take everything out, too. Ooooh, how terrible it would be if you did that nice and slow and then leave me on my own. So cruel.

_{[ His dull nails scrape, soothing over Eustace's arm now. Eustace can't see the shit eating grin on his face. ]}

You're so great. ♡

_{[ The smothering of compliments is just how he is. ]}

[ Uh-oh. His quiet tone makes her stand straight to attention even as she decidedly chooses to look at things that are not him. Super, super casually, she says: ]

Y-yes?

[ Maybe she took it too far...? ]

[ He feels smothered, all right.

He does roll his eyes this time, but doesn't pull away, willing for the moment to let Klaus touch as he pleases. It's a pleasant sensation, soft instead of the usual roughness he's used to.

And though he's rarely prone to gestures of affection, his own fingers tap idly away against Klaus's ribcage. ]

Do you say that to everyone you sleep with?

[ Not that it would be offensive if so, Klaus just seems like that kinda guy. ]

Only when they're great cause you are.

_{[ He can be so honest sometimes. ]}

Why.. do you always not say much when you sleep with people? Not gonna lie, I kind of like it. You're all quiet and mysterious.. it's incredibly sexy.

[ The pink on the other’s cheeks confuses him, initially. Thus far, Klaus has proven that seemingly nothing shakes or flusters him, so catching sight of that brief, slightest tinge surprises him more than any of the other’s forwardness. He’s not even really sure what he did, but it’s cute. It’s so cute that he decides he’d like to replicate it again, if their paths should cross again after today (lol).

But the way he moans into his mouth when Siegfried grabs his ass and pulls him closer? That’s pretty cute too. Gone is any sort of coyness, the way the other man rolls his hips and grinds against him drawing out something primal within him. He groans, deepening the kiss, conveying the eagerness within him wordlessly, through the shameless way his tongue seeks out Klaus’ just as his groin aches for more of him. Klaus may kiss him with practiced ease, but Siegfried has mostly instinct to rely on.

Said instinct wants to keep pushing forward, and his mouth begins traveling southward along his jaw, spurred by the feel of Klaus’ wandering hands and nails.

But the warmth of his hands becomes hot and nearly uncomfortable when they drag across the patches of reptilian skin, making Siegfried hiss in surprise and his composure visibly waver. He pulls back when Klaus withdraws his hands and pauses their kissing, eyes flickering, unsettled. The skin where his curse has broken through— its nature is that of a cold-blooded creature, extra sensitive to the warmth Klaus offers.

Inadvertently, they are getting to know much more of each other than they bargained for. He supposes that comes with the territory of allowing himself to be physically exposed like this.

Klaus doesn’t seem disturbed, which piques his curiosity. ]

No. [ He hesitates, wondering how best to word what he really wants to say. He isn’t sure if Klaus is actually wary of touching there again… the man has a way of making everything seem fine. He smiles, though this one is decidedly less self-assured than he would like. ] It doesn’t hurt.

[ Siegfried hesitates before taking Klaus’ hand, guiding it to a similar, smaller patch of skin along his shoulder. ] It’s ah… more sensitive. But if its appearance doesn’t disturb you… It feels nice.

[ Erogenous zones? Erogenous zones. ]

[ It's the only way he knows how to be....

Anyway, they're not exactly bosom buddies (and he has no intention of ever getting to that point with this guy) but he has to admit, he truly doesn't understand how this dude's mind works. ]

Is that what you look for in a person? Mystery?

[Ryuji doesn't even get fooled into pausing to think, he just frowns.]

Do you have to remind me...

Oh, goody. I shouldn't dillydally then, should I?

_{[ Klaus smiles back, absolutely delighted at the response and settle his hands over Siegfried's skin, specifically one right back where it was and the other does move to his shoulder as directed. He smooths his hands over those rougher parts and meets Siegfried's lips again, kissing and nibbling with his grin lingering, enough for it to be felt. Klaus laughs lightly against him for no other reason than the fact he's having fun and not really thinking about anything too sad anymore. ]}

Godddd, you're just so handsome.

_{[ Just some more affirmation in case Siegfried was feeling self conscious. His hands shift, settling on Siegfried's pectorals, giving him a little squeeze. ]}

I'm very much a fan of your chest and your abdomen.. and your thighs. Jesus. So, so sexy.

_{[ Klaus' hands roam, curiously finding some more of that reptilian skin (or back where they were if those are the other places on him.) He moves enough to where his mouth can make contact with that leathery skin, but he speaks against Siegfried too. ]}

This is nice too, because it makes up who you are which is just.. wonderful.

_{[ Whatever it is, it isn't bothersome to Klaus. It's something unique about his partner, so he likes it. His breath ghosts over Siegfried's scales before dipping down to kiss him warmly there. ]}

Nooooo, not usually or intentionally. But when I come across people like this.. I'm so fascinated by them. I can't help it. I am drawn to mystery.

_{[ His power does deal with the unknown and mysterious, after all. One of his hands reaches back to smooth along Eustace's cheek and jawline before pushing through his hairline.
Looks like he's making a go for the ears since Eustace is literally locked into place here and he finally feels that furry base of the ears and curls his fingers to scritch there. ]}

I knew I always preferred dogs for some reason.

_{[ oh.. ]}

Yes, but I'm done now.

[ And to prove there are no hard feelings, Ann balances her crab bucket against her hip and loops her arm through the crook of Ryuji's elbow. ]

I'm sure someone here will think you're cute.

[It's a date, then. Even when he speaks offhandedly, the honesty Abel gives in response warms him. Jeremiah hums and nods by way of agreement, continuing through the steps and wondering what garb would better suit that occasion. All he really owns are slacks and work jeans.

Not that Farmer Orange turning up in overalls wouldn't be a sight on its own.]

Of course. [Jeremiah pauses for a moment.] Let most of the turn happen in that second step once your foot hits the ground, the last two will give you plenty of time to come around and together.

[Leading them through a few times to get the rhythm back, he's a little firmer with his left in guiding as he arcs Abel around, pacing the twirl. Whether it helps when he hasn't followed himself in many years, who can say. He won't trade off positions for a refresher, though.]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 65 of 68

TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject