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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.

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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.

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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!

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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!

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N A V I G A T I O N

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[ Why you gotta be this way, Klaus.

Those ears twitch once in surprise, but it's always been pleasant to have someone scratch at the base of his ears, and so Eustace lowers his head just a bit to grant Klaus better access.

They're stuck here anyway. ]

Not enough mystery in your own life?

[ If they're going to be stuck together, he might as well try and puzzle out this strange guy. ]

_{[ Klaus isn't sure if the best part about this encounter is the swollen cock jammed up his ass with everything else or how soft Eustace's ears are. He continues to pet him, humming. ]}

Well, I'm not entirely sure about that. A lot of weird stuff has happened in my life, but because I've experienced that, it does make life seem lackluster after the fact.

So, yeah. Maybe. I like different. You're definitely different.

[She tries her best to follow along. Really, she does, and nevermind the cost to herself—because what were a few burst blood vessels in her brain if it meant understanding what Ema was so enthusiastically talking about it? Lys can see so much of her brother in that earnest spiel: the animated face, the excited voice, those shining eyes. Watching Ema chatter away is—was like watching Tobias babble on and on about mathematics, her baby brother caught in a frenzy of delight as his brain whirled along at a thousand thoughts per second.

But earnest or not, endearing or not.....brilliant or not, by the end of Ema's explanation she only looks confused, bewildered. More than stunned—overwhelmed. A concussion victim still reeling after being whacked on the head with a two-by-four.]

....what?

[It's said in a very small voice, the clamshell of broth lying forgotten in her hand until it tilts and scalds her wrist.]

—ow! [Hurriedly saving it, she licks at the spot, not missing a drop. ] I mean, what.....what's, um, "ballistics"? You....you kinda lost me after that part.

[ It's the only part of him that's soft, sorry. Better enjoy it while you can, Klaus.

'A lot of weird stuff' could mean just about anything, but unlike Siegfried he's not particularly interested enough to delve deeper. Maybe one day....

He snorts. ]

Different just because of my cock up your ass?

[ He thinks he's pretty normal otherwise. ]

[ she's really not even going to face what she did. unbelievable. for the moment, klavier still doesn't move.

it puts him right in range of a scuttling crab behind him, who runs into his leg before snapping at his heel with its claws. he winces, jerking his gaze towards his foot and hissing in pain. the little crab is kicked away in that motion, sailing through the air and landing on a small dune of sand before scuttling away.

but she can rest a little easier. he actually begins to chuckle, raising his hands to wipe the custard from his eyes. ]

Another prank for this 'fop,' is it? [ nope, not even this made it stop. but after wiping the custard from his eyes, klavier walks around her over to the custard pie booth. maybe he's asking for a towel or some water? ]

Normally, I wouldn't partake in such folly...

[ yes, he lifts up a pie. the part of him that's still ema's bestie might now be a little at war at the part of him crazy angry about his hair and outfit. ]

But you've had two rounds at me now. I'd say it's justified.

[ Ema spares a glance for Lys burning herself, but with all the confidence of a terminally uncoordinated person who frequently breaks glass and drops hazardous liquids, she concludes that Lys will be just fine. ]

... Ah. Ballistics is the study of projectiles and firearms. In forensic terms, it usually involves the matching of bullets to the guns they were fired from.

[ Maybe Lys is a little more "countryside" than Ema initially thought. But hey. Science doesn't discriminate, and neither will she. If she has an audience, then by the scientific gods, she will preach. ]

Let me frame things a different way. Thanks to forensic science, almost anything you come into contact with can be traced back to you. When you touch things, you leave behind fingerprints that are uniquely yours. Your hair, blood, and saliva contain tons of biological data. Even the material of your clothes can rub off and form a trail straight to you.

Think of it as... an advanced form of tracking. Only instead of animals, forensic investigators track criminals.

[ They can have their extra fun without the depressing backstory talk another day, right now, Sombra has work to do. This is probably the only time she'll ever condone the abuse of food in this sort of scenario because as an orphan having grown up on the streets of Mexico this is a definite faux-pa, but it's what happens when you don't have lube at hand. It's a shame she doesn't have a food play square.

She gives a nice, firm squeeze of the donut, the filling oozing out of the hole at one end. As she accumulates it all in her free hand she gives it one last fleeting taste, then

well she is pretty much going to give him a donut filling handjob I don't know how the fuck else to explain this what the fuck is this tag. ]

[ She watches the crab sail away. Hm. Maybe they could be involved in Klavier's strange behavior? As she thinks about grabbing another crab and letting it maul Klavier's pinky or something, the man starts chuckling, and Ema looks back at him.

Now that he's got eyeholes in his custard pie face, she can't decide whether he looks hilarious or like a low-budget serial killer. Either way, she'd say it's an improvement. Before she can make a comment, however, he's lifting up a pie of his own. Ema goes into immediate battle mode, her eyes turning sharp. She slides back a step, raising her ice dick shiv like it could help her. ]

Fop, you do not want to get a step closer to me with that pie.

[ Fair play?? What's that. ]

_{[ I do, but if I count this for a food thread, that will make three of them.
It isn't the strangest thing to happen to Klaus— in public, no doubt— but even if it was, he wouldn't mind. He loved new things; new surprises.

Nevertheless, the jelly does provide a smoother sensation (he's not opposed to being handled dry, either, though it's a different kind of like. He gives her a noise of approval and ruts into her hold— easy movements at first.

And, well, he's pretty much going to get a donut filling handjob. At least until she decides to use her mouth again. He'll at least taste a little sweeter.

A little breathless, he laughs lightly. ]}

Iiiii don't think I'll ever see donuts the same way ever again, but I honestly, this is much better than my first impression of them.

[ finally. ema, covered in crab pinches and holding a shattered ice dick in her hand, and klavier, wearing a toga and covered in custard pie, facing off on the beach in the middle of robot sex island. it was only a matter of time.

klavier stays where he is, keeping his pie in hand and watching her through the eye-holes of his custard-covered face.

and then he feels another pinch at his foot. it stings, and he bites his lip, but he endures it. his fury climbs. she called him a fop, again. his face is covered in pie. and his hair.

ema better start running, because klavier just starts charging towards her, rearing the pie back and going in for the kill. ]

[ Okay, she knew he was acting strange, but what the flippity floo is this. He isn't supposed to be running at her like some sloppy WWE reject?? She lets out a less-than-fearsome ]

Aackk!

[ when he suddenly starts charging at her, but against her better reason, her first instinct is to reach for the nearest thing at hand to retaliate with. She manages to get a hand on a waffle of triple-scoop ice cream (ephemerally displayed, suggestively arranged) when she gets her own helping of pie smashed into her face.

Welp. It's officially war. She doesn't even wait to wipe her eyes clean before she picks up the ice cream cone and tries to smash it right into Klavier, wherever it may land. ]

[ i hate this so much.... whenever he wakes up from what's going on with him, klavier will be absolutely mortified by what's happening. for now, it's worth it when the pie finally connects with ema's face—an act of god, seeing as how he had to aim it and make it fly from his hand. ema would not let him anywhere near close enough.

she doesn't wipe her eyes, so she can't see his smirk as he comes to a halt in the sand. (the custard probably doesn't help get any visuals of his face either.) unfortunately, he was distracted enough by the event that he didn't even notice the ice cream in her other hand, and suddenly she's flinging it right at him.

he knows how to dodge, at least, but not well enough when he can hardly see around the custard on his face. so the ice cream lands in the worst place possible, or maybe the best place for ema. it hits low on his stomach, and some of it hits where it definitely shouldn't go.

there's a yelp, so she can be sure that she hit a good spot. klavier quickly brushes off the ice cream from his toga. his hands are sticky, he and his hair are a mess, and now there are two ice dicks. ]

Enough!

[ he flings the ice cream and custard and snow cone off of his sticky hands, glaring at ema across from him. ]

[ When she hears his yelp, she quickly swipes the majority of the pie off her face so that she can see what damage she's done. What she doesn't expect is just how angry Klavier's become, and she jolts in surprise when she hears his exclamation. She's never heard him so... fed up.

It figures something as harmless as a food fight would be what got his goat. ]

[ Then the surprise passes and she bristles, matching his glare pound for pound. Or what she can make out of his glare through the custard. But at least she isn't making any more moves to throw food at him. ]

What's gotten into you? You've been acting strangely this whole time!

[ yes she is really going to be putting this on him after dumping a snow cone on his head and then pieing him in the face ]

[ he's ruined!! embarrassed!! sticky and gross!! of course a food fight was going to make him upset, especially after, in his mind, he did nothing wrong to ema at all! they could have gotten her some ice and had a pleasant, fun time at the festival, just between close colleagues and besties. ]

Me, Fräulein Detective? I meet you at the beach, tell you information about the island, bring you to a stall to get some ice for your wounds, and how do you respond to my help?

[ he's starts wiping the custard from his cheeks, flinging it onto the sand. they definitely have the attention of people around now, but klavier is all about drama. ]

You cover me in food, for no reason at all! Is that not acting strangely? And you're accusing me! Laughable!

[ A brave robot whirrs up between them, waving its arms stiffly in an attempt to peacekeep. Ema ignores it, locking eyes with Klavier over its head. She cares much less than him about looking perfect, so she'll just keep on being here looking like pie Braveheart. ]

Oh, there's a method to my madness. A scientific method, of course.

[ Of course...... but she doesn't feel like explaining herself to him, so rip. ]

I don't care how long you've been here — you've been way too chummy with me. It's weird. You should know how I feel about you, and if there's one thing you usually have in spades, it's tact.

[ Tact, not to be confused with subtlety. Klavier Gavin is not subtle, oh goodness no. ]

And charging at me with a pie? With all these people watching? You'd never tarnish your reputation like that.

[ ~~Three for one! It's like Christmas for you. Feliz navidad 🎄~~

Sombra has done a lot of bizarre shit in her lifetime, but this probably takes the cake. Even she can't help but laugh along with him as she strokes the sweet smelling jelly filling up and down his length, fingers tightening on the up stroke. There's a benefit for the both of them, really: Klaus gets some creative lube and Sombra actually gets to enjoy the taste of a dick for once.

She gives a long lick of the tip, swirling to gather some of that filling on her tongue. Shit, that's really good. No wonder they make flavored lube. ]

It's either this or you literally fuck a donut, but then I wouldn't even have to be here, right?

[ Sombra grins as she laughs one more time then wraps her lips around the head of his cock, stroking the rest of him in her hand. ]

Oh, no no.. well. Maybe a little bit.

Point of the matter is.. I like you a lot. As a sexual partner.
But I'd like to get to know you better.

_{[ Look how vulnerable he is being! ]}

[ Can't believe Klaus is here being so vulnerable and Eustace is probably gonna brush him off, I hate him.

Just kidding, he'll be nice for thirty seconds. They are stuck here for now, after all. He does pull away slightly, ears slipping away as he peers up at the roof. ]

There's not much to know.

[ Other than he's a cagey bitch. ]

Okay, but..

_{[ You know what he is gonna ask. ]}

The simple thing I wanna know.. you're not telling me.

_{[ YOUR NAME, SIR. ]}

... also, do you howl at the moon?

[ And it's at that moment that Eustace's knot finally decides to set them both free and shrink back down (or whatever it is knots do, I'm actually not enough of a furry for this).

Which means Klaus doesn't get the obvious answer (of his name). But as Eustace is pulling away and clambering to his feet, he does at least generously answer the spoken question. ]

No. I don't turn into a wolf either.

[ Sorry if Klaus was into beastiality. Now, where are his pants... ]

_{[ val....... seek deep within your furry heart.

Eustace pulls out (i guess thanks for the free anal beads) and he rolls over to regard the other man as he searches for his pants. Klaus even points in the direction where they are at. ]}

Will I at least see you again?

_{[ Hopeful? Hopeful. ]}

[ my furry heart needs to go read more furry porn

And tragically Klaus will probably have to content himself with furry porn for the time being because Eustace, once again, is going to be a cagey bitch while he gets dressed.

yw for the anal beads tho ]

We'll see.

[ Anyway he's leaving now BYEEEEEEEEE this is the worst thread ender i've ever written, sorry ]

[Her blank look holds out as Ema explains, flat and unchanging as the surface of a frozen lake....but then Ema makes that key comparison, and it's suddenly like spring has arrived, kindling new life and warmth in its wake. Lys leans forward, rapt, too caught up in feeling almost smart for once to be self-conscious of her own expressiveness and excited, gushing tone.]

Oh...oh! Like tracking an animal, yeah! There's so many things you gotta look for when you do that! Blood and scent and footprints in the mud or snow, broken branches and crushed grass....and it's all gone in an hour! Or even less if you're trying to follow the trail in bad weather.

[Now she's looking at Ema with a new and shining kind of respect, and not a little awe.]

You can really find itty bitty traces like that? Drops of blood and bits of hair and scraps from someone's shirt? Even after twenty years?

You're talking like I wouldn't literally fuck a donut.

_{[ He would, he just hasn't had the opportunity arise to him to do something like that yet. ]}

Besides, the scenery here is just... a loooooot prettier with someone like you around.

_{[ Don't mind Klaus just lifting his hand and waving a few fingers at some robots that pass by. Nothing to see here.
Though, Sombra's movements feel a lot better with the slippery make shift lube. The consistency is a lot thicker than something you'd find at the drug store and makes for a different sensation, but Klaus likes it, and is pretty vocal about liking it. He groans as she pumps him, hips rocking steadily into her grasp and into her mouth when she takes him in, but he's considerate enough to be easy, drawing just the right amount of stimulation he needs from her.

A few more moments of this, though, and she'll feel him moving a bit impatiently, breath drawing ragged. ]}

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