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

Comments

[occulti]

I don't know.. slimy things slithering into every orifice of your body. Maybe it's a little gross and fun.

_{[ He'll stop right there because Jean just said something hilarious and he can only agree. ]}

Yep! Complete octopus. He's adopted.

_{[ They all are. But Jean doesn't need to know that. Klaus just only wishes Ben was lingering around in his spooky presence to hear that, but he guesses now that Ben has a physical body he can fuck off and do whatever he wants, finally. ]}

He's got a good personality, though. I mean, if you're looking for the personality of stale bread.

_{[ HE'S KIDDING. But Ben never wanted to have as much as fun as he did. ]}

1/2

[occulti]

_{[ just...... letting his eyebrows creep all the way up to his hairline. ]}

[occulti]

I've met some pret-ty kinky bastards in my life, but nobody who wanted to insert anything explosive up their ass.

That's.. wow. You know, good for you.

[whiteplume]

[To be honest, Jingyi is moderately impressed that the crafters behind this delectable morsel went through the trouble of making these candied cocks look so real. It's a testament to the confectioner's skill but at the same time a reminder of the perverse nature of this realm. While Jingyi has come to accept this island for what it is, he cannot help but feel like a fish out of water sometimes. This is why he gives his new companion a sympathetic glance. He knows how it feels to be suddenly stuck here upon this nameless island with nowhere out surrounded by depravity.]

I forgive me for not owning a dagger but perhaps we could just break it apart.

[He suggests while attempting to do just that. While something as breaking a piece of candy shouldn't look so scandalous, it does when the candy is shaped like an overgrown cock. Jingyi grips the base of it tightly with his right hand before attempting to twist off the tip of it with his left.

Welcome to the world's most bizarre handjob, Sun Ce. This doesn't look right on any level but Jingyi is determined.]

This is a little harder than it looks!

cries a little

[lockedon]

Up my...

[ Well then. He gives the now incredibly offensive beads one last withering look before abruptly taking hold of Klaus's hand and shoving the toy right into the palm.

Happy sex island birthday!! ]

You can have them then.

arrival;

[seerings]

[ morgana's still trying to catch her breath, hair soaked and clinging to her cheeks along with grains of sand that clings there still from when she'd ridden the wave onto the show. the bracelet clings to her wrist, but she's still disoriented from the water, body shivering from the dampness of her gown.

she manages to steady herself on her knees, eyes downcast to the sand as she tries to level out her breathing, still not quite registering how she'd ended up here at all, not knowing just how far from camelot she must be. if she'd come here through the water, it shouldn't be far, right?

but the woman's voice jolts her a little, leaving her head with a slight gasp of surprise. ]

Oh, I'm — [ she looks down again, fingers pinching the silk of her dress. ] I think drying might be out of the question.

fire;

[occulti]

<sub>[ So far, not so bad for being plopped into yet another place he didn't belong. There weren't people lined up, firing at one another in pointless violence, so this automatically was an improvement. One of his siblings was here, which is better than none and there was no impending apocalypse. On top of that.. the island seemed to be like some big sextopia. Through and through, Klaus couldn't complain. He'll just.. start over and live his life here like he always does.

The alcoholic drinks catch his interest, but he's wrestling with partaking, actually. When Korra approaches him, he's seeming to be talking to himself. ]</sub>

Yeah, no.. well.. maybe. I mean.. one couldn't hurt, it's just.. I've gone so long without, do I really—

_{[ anyway, he looks up from where he's seated to see a woman who could probably snap his twiggy body in half, so, the answer is pretty obvious when she takes him by the arm and pulls him from his seat: ]}

I'd be absolutely honored to.

_{[ EVERYONE IS SO NICE HERE. Did he die and ended up in actual heaven? And he's not getting kicked out of it? ]}

i (spoilers, so many spoilers!!)

[corvidant]

[ The smell of cooking does, indeed, come from the same direction as the yelp-- but with a caveat! Or two. Maybe three?

So yes, Akechi may have gotten a bit careless in his task, and sure enough he may or may not have been pinched a couple of times, but it's not like he needs the added incentive to get snippy because, well, here's a walking pile of revenge-- and self-worth issues, and... daddy issues? Too many issues-- in his natural habit, going on a rampage against whatever offending crustaceans that happened to cross his path; that's your first caveat.

The second one is that he's not quite helpless, and the yelp might have turned into more of a raging scream. Why? Combine all his issues with his (literally) God-given right to summon a manifestation of his soul given shape and supernatural abilities and the result?

Well. ]

Does it look like I'm the one who needs help?

[ Maruki will be treated to the sight of a blazing trail of crabs, some of which are still aflame, but most have dwindled to a nice, toasty mess. Caveat number three? It's not quite cooking, but hey, it's a free-for-all open seafood barbecue? ]

[whiteplume]

[While he's not interested in eating his weight in crab legs, Jingyi is willing to humor this young man. Besides, he was never the type to pass up on free food. After having to cook for himself for the last several days, he's quite thrilled at the idea of not having to do any work.]

Fear not. Life here upon this island isn't as dreadful as it seems.

[He says with a lighthearted chuckle before taking a step back. It's then that Jingyi drops to a bow.]

I'm Song Guiying, Seeker of the Vale, one of the many cultivators present on this island.

[Yes, there's a whole manor filled with cultivators like him. Many of which do hail from a similar realm much like his own. He doesn't doubt that this young man will eventually become well-acquainted with them. Especially since Nie-gongzi is always eager to meet newcomers.]

[sausagelynx]

Since the hospital is not where characters arrive this time, how would things happen if characters arrive injured or otherwise... not well? Would robots pick them up on the beach and still take them to the hospital?

Asking for science.

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[ceremonious]

[ He doesn't care about pleasantries or propriety—whichever is supposed to come first in this place. And it's probably just surprise that keeps him from grabbing this stranger's hand when he gets too close to fix his clothes. He doesn't appreciate the help and doesn't care if it had slipped to expose him; nudity isn't something that he's ashamed about. Rune steps back, adjusting the material himself and leveling a sharp look at whoever this is. ]

Is that how you greet everyone you meet?

[ His mood is only soured by the fact he doesn't want to be there, so it's nothing personal. ]

[takeroot]

A team!

[Does it not sound like the best idea ever? It does to Constantin, who is this close to listing an assortment of Cool Team Names but decides no, not yet. He'll put a pin in that for later, instead tucking the bucket under one arm and tossing the other one around his new favorite crab hunter's shoulders to steer them back towards the mass of crabs.]

I will hold the nasty things in their bucket prison, and you will... toss them at me, I suppose.

[Which, now that he says it out loud, sounds a lot like he's going to stand there and do nothing, so on second thought--]

Or we can take turns. Set the bucket down and toss crabs around like wild little children.

[fistsofchange]

She ignored him for a moment, staring at her finger. It has a little red mark on it, but didn't seem to have actually broken the skin. No harm done, then. "I'm fine, I'm fine! I've been through worse. It just surprised me."

[justiceobjects]

[Oh boy. This guy was more intimidating than Apollo assumed he would be... but still, after going up against the Twisted Samurai in court multiple times, no pretty boy with a sword was going to hold a candle to the kind of psychological intimidation that Apollo's already dealt with before.

Even so, he doesn't come any closer, resting his hands on his hips and meeting the man's glare with a more impassioned one of his own.]

Why, because it's candy? Look, we don't get a lot of luxuries here, or even much variety in the kind of food we get to eat. I know what it looks like, but none of us can afford to be that picky anymore.

he's just appreciating the culture 😳

[jurisprudenced]

[ Of all the luck. Until this moment, he could count the number of people he knew here on one finger, and thus the odds of bumping (literally, it seems) into someone he recognized were slim. But apparently that number being anything greater than 'one' was all the universe needed to conspire against him.

There is a painfully long moment where Phoenix just stares at Klavier, saying nothing at all. Yeah, his brain needs a second on this one. ]

Klavier Gavin. [ He seems to have finally collected himself, but in this same moment he also chooses to drop everything he's been carrying like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. What stuff? ] Now what makes you say that?

[ It's difficult to play dumb when the evidence is literally laying at his feet, but that doesn't stop him from trying. ]

[jurisprudenced]

Lucky for me I'm used to roughing it.

[ Come to think of it, dragging himself out of the ocean as he had the other day might not even be the worst he's experienced. Top 5, maybe. ]

Oh, yeah, they gave me the uh... gist of it. [ He holds up his wrist with the bracelet device, giving it a skeptical look. Sure they had told him, but actually believing it- he still wasn't convinced. Or at least, wasn't letting himself be convinced. ] It's some kind of joke, right?

[ambitionless]

[ Well, that’s a certainly ominous sentence. In Trevor’s opinion he’s done more than enough scavenging and lacklustre hunting over the years to get his fill on the whole song and dance of the thing. The news that it might be even more difficult on this spit of land is not exactly encouraging.

Trevor drags a hand down his face (ignoring the way the small grains of sand dig into his cheeks). ]

Of course, why ask for a boar or deer when you can have a thousand tiny marks instead.

[ He stands up from his kneeling position, making a half-assed attempt to brush off his pants. What’s the point, after all. ]

Seems like you’ve been here for a while, then? How “wasteland” is wasteland?

[erkumods]

You can assume that whatever mysterious force pulled them from their own worlds and to the seas of Erku also healed them of grievous injury. We leave scars, missing limbs, and any other additional needs to player discretion!

[ambitionless]

[ Trevor shoots Constantin a flat look. Mostly at the request for help, because that is not what he was aiming to achieve here. He’s no Sypha when it comes to storytelling and pulling something worth hearing out of his ass is a tall order. But he doesn’t turn down the request right away, mainly because this man’s appearance suggests that the effort to weave a long and boisterous tale might actually kill him. And Trevor would feel the tiniest bit guilty if he does get winded and pass out.

Keeping these unkind thoughts to himself, Trevor shrugs a shoulder noncommittally. ]

If the hero wields a whip, then I just might.

[keichan]

He frowned at that answer for a moment, uncertain if she was simply feeling self-conscious or if she really was fine. But after a few seconds, he gave her a broad, kind smile. Sometimes, it was best just to let someone shrug off a minor injury like that so as not to embarrass them.

"Yeah, it looked like it hurt," he remarked. "I'd probably be crying my eyes out right now. Anyway, my name's Keiichi... Keiichi Maebara. What's yours?"

Maybe an introduction will distract her from the pain.

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.


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[ambitionless]

[ The laugh cuts right through his ears, loud and unrestrained, and Trevor has to fight down a sour mood suddenly bubbling to the surface. It shouldn’t surprise him though, that people are equally shitty here as they are in Wallachia. It’s just the nature of things, after all.

He looks up to see who exactly pulled that jerkass move, when his eyes land on a very reclined and very undressed woman with the most otherworldly looking hair. By the time Trevor's brain catches up to what he's looking at, he’s already gotten an eyeful of everything fully on display. A blush rushes to his face and his eyes snap to the ground, clearly embarrassed that he’s just seen something he shouldn’t have.

God down in Hell.

The need to be pissed off is high, but there’s a very sudden, very unwelcome urge in his chest. An urge to go over and talk to her, to drum up conversation and to find out what the hell is going on here. But in a friendly way.

Maybe he smacked his head on a sand dune on the way in.

Clearing his throat and trying his best to ignore the very hot blush still splashed across his cheeks, Trevor yells out: ]

If you’re looking for entertainment you had better move along. Can’t guarantee a crab won’t land by your feet next.

[ Behold: the Trevor Belmont being genuinely helpful special.

But really the very last thing he wants her to do is get up and leave. So he adds: ]

Or don't. It's a free bloody beach.

[instrumentalized]

[ It's called Rozen Zulu...? It's deep purple and it has petal -shapes and high heels? Is this allowed? No rather... was this always allowed? Why did they ever limit themselves to thinking Char's custom Zaku was the height of mobile suit fashion?? What a a joke!! And here Garma has limited himself to paint his own customs in orange and called it a day... ]

It's beautiful...

[ Garma sounds almost reverent as he looks into the cockpit which... honestly also looks more comfortable than the old versions. ]

Mobile Suit advancement is really an unstoppable force... It's strange that I can remember a time when they didn't even exist yet.

[apodictic]

I've seen the records.

[ so, yes, he's familiar with old-style neo zeon designs. that being said, most of them are rather ugly, though angelo has a fondness for their organic shapes because that's at least better than dealing with the surgical clarity of the unicorn. ]

That being said, the advancement isn't only for us. If you can see this mobile suit as the height of progress, then imagine our enemies moving faster than they should be. [ the ever-present danger of the federation, never stopping, as always.

angelo settles himself nicely in the seat as he draws up his screen, scanning through the models and ships that he has to further substantiate the history he's told him. he starts with his captain's geara doga kai. ]

This is what the Captain was piloting, before we took the Sinanju Stein. The mass-produced model is already fearsome in his hands; I can barely muster an attack against him.

[ he brings up the pilot. with reverence in his voice -- ] My Captain.

[ and there he was, full frontal, in all his blond and masked glory. angelo misses him so much, reveres his face as he shows it to garma. ] Of course, it was also painted red.

[oomfies]

[ Eesh!! She can't tell if he's giving her good advice, or if he's giving her a fair warning. Still, she isn't going to continue sunbathing if it means a chance for crabs raining down on her. But before she can actually lean over and grab her things in a fuss, Trevor switches his tune and all Lottie can do is frown.

He's not wrong, but.. But, is she.. Not in trouble? Is he not mad?! God, she can't tell and it's killing her.

The magazine hiding her face is slowly lowered, eyes squinting in his direction. Unluckily for her, lowering the magazine means the rest of her face is exposed - Trevor can see the prominent furrow to her brow, the splash of pink dusting her own cheeks that only grows when they maintain eye contact. Shit, now that he isn't yelling and screaming all she can think is: oh no, he's hot. Why is he hot!! And why is he blushing? It's just a swimsuit!

..Does it look bad??

She pouts, tosses the magazine on her lap completely before taking a long sip out of the straw in her drink (and maybe, with her other hand, she adjusts her bikini as inconspicuously as possible to, she doesn't know, spruce it up??). ]

Did the robots tell you to do this?

[ The caveat is: Lottie cannot yell for the life of her without sounding like she's got a cough, so her volume is terrible. And she is very much aware of this, judging by how she tests the waters to try and stand on the sand - maybe toy with the idea of moving closer. ]