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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QUESTIONS

[erkumods]

[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.

catherine | catherine: full body

[nightmaric]

I. FEEL THE FRIENDSHIP

Oh, I don't...

[ There's a queasy sort of feeling, seeing all the crabs scattered across the beach--red and creepy crawly, with all those legs, reminds her too much of those pesky little ants she hates so much, enough that her nose scrunches, dancing back a step, and then another, like she might just clear herself a space on the beach where the crabs can move around her, and that will be enough.

Still, there's something called credits in this world that she apparently can use for all sorts of things (or maybe it's just that the robots hadn't quite finished explaining before she had chirped a got it! and ran off) and with her trusty pink bucket, surely it will be as easy as scooping them up and letting them pinch each other once inside? Wrong--one of the little demons chomps down on her finger as she's shaking it into the bucket, and her good mood immediately sours, a shriek of anger as she turns, plaintively, and holds out her hand--]

Did you see what that thing did? Kiss it better.

II. PHALLUS PHESTIVAL

[ She's so used to wrapping herself up in the sheets of her victims that it doesn't take much to get her stylishly tucked into the clean, polka-dotted fabric that comes to where she ends up sleeping, belted with the red ribbon from her dress to at least give a hint to her slender waist, or maybe it's just that it needs that splash of color to make her more excited about the whole thing.

She's got a purple penis lollipop in her mouth, plucked from one of the helpful little robot guys at one of the stalls--they're just so nice here--and she's perusing some of the other goods when she sees someone struggling to make sense at a table full of perverted toys and accessories. Blonde curls bouncing, she tilts her head and offers, with a bright smile--]

Oh, I love that one! Want me to show you how it works?

III. FIRESIDE ADVENTURES

Sorry, spoken for!

[ The sound comes from somewhere within the shadows of the tent--where she's already managed to snuggle herself into the sleeping bag, sleep-weary eyes rubbed over with her fingertips until she can squint at where the tent gaps open. She supposes it's not the worst idea, to have a bit of company; she hasn't had much luck making friends here, and her powers seem woefully absent, enough that it's impossible to warp back or even talk to anyone. Her cellphone doesn't work. And where is Vincent?

So she sits up, bare shoulders that give way to the strapless pink bra she has on--that pesky sheet-dress would just be too hard to sleep in, and too warm even out on here on the beach. Her smile is as wide as it is comforted, a flick of lashes as she pretends to size up her new companion, and then stretches out an arm to beckon them in with the curve of one finger.]

On second thought, I don't mind sharing if it's with you.


WILDCARD.

( tl;dr catherine is a succubus who likes to kill cheating men with nightmares.... however her powers are totally nerfed here, she's just harmlessly horny. so everything is open! m/f or f/f, she's physically 22 but age isn't really an issue. feel free to pm if you'd like to discuss! ♥ )

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[blackdogstar]

[In his defense, his confusion doesn't stem so much from what the object he's looking at is for but more from how to make it do that. While some of the things here are a level of tech that borders on magic, some of it still doesn't make sense to this wizard.

He turns to Catherine with a smile and a hand pressed over his heart.]

Please, sweet lady, be gentle with me!

[The glint in his eyes betrays just how gentle she really needs to be.]

sun ce | dynasty warriors

[sonofatiger]

[ I - CRAB BATTLE ]

[ Well, Sun Ce can't say he's ever gone hunting for crabs before. Deer, fowl, fish, even tigers and wolves when they've threatened villages... but crabs? That's a new one. And those two arm-length, stone tonfas that he's carrying really seem like overkill since the crabs were requested to be in one piece.

He's doing things the hard way, then, grabbing them with his bare hands and tossing them into the bucket. He's trying to go for the bigger ones and leaving the smaller ones alone, a strategy that has definitely netted him fewer credits but has helped him feel a little better about himself.

He grabs one of them from behind and picks it up, getting ready to put it in his bucket with a dissatisfied look on his face. ]

Look, sorry. But people have to eat, and apparently, you're delicious. Come on, let's go.

[ Just as he's about to set the crab down, it manages to get a pincer around his finger, causing the broad, young man to instinctively flip it into the air. ]

Ow! [ Shaking his hand off, Sun Ce watches as the crab scuttles away and almost immediately starts coupling with another crab nearby. ] Alright, guess you earned that one. I'd be doing the same thing if I were you.

[ Noticing that someone else is watching, he turns and gives them a friendly, "totally didn't just got pinched in the thumb" smile. It doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]

So, what about you? Having any luck?

[ II - PHALLUS FESTIVAL ]

[ Look, Sun Ce knows exactly what each of these foods are shaped like. One of the robots has even given him a giant confectionery dong on a stick made of some sort of hardened candy, complete with realistic drizzle. He's been carrying the damned thing around ever since, causing it start to droop in the heat. He really doesn't want it to go to waste, but sweets aren't really his thing.

And neither are dongs.

At least the toga looks pretty good on him, though. If one looks closely enough, they'll see tiny nicks and scars along his chest and shoulders indicative of a well-seasoned warrior. Too bad he's stuck there holding a big candy boner, trying to pawn it off on the first person he sees. ]

Hey, uh, do you want this? I'm not really hungry.

[ Please, please take it. ]

[ WILDCARD - MAKE YOUR OWN ]

[ Not feeling these prompts but want to try something else? Feel free to make something up, or hit me up on discord (Bofu#7313) to plot out something different. ]

II.

[whiteplume]

No.

[Jingyi can't help but look a little frazzled at the thought of possibly eating one of those candied dongs. While he's no stranger to such lewd acts, Jingyi looks positively mortified to be here. The festival caught his attention when the robots left him a colorful red toga to wear for tonight's festivities. However, he wouldn't have gone if he had known everything was going to be phallic themed but it's a little too late for regrets.]

No, I don't want that---

[He trails off once he feels something cold touch his hand. It's a robot, one of the Augur's many droids offering him the same boner shaped candy he's adamantly refusing. Jingyi stares at this atrocity with a look of pure dismay before giving the unfortunate gentleman beside him a glance.]

Why can't we have a normal lantern festival and not---[He gestures his hand awkwardly at the phallic-shaped candy.] This?

Garma Zabi | Mobile Suit Gundam

[instrumentalized]

>>1. ARRIVAL

1.a Stranded (Day 1)
[ Garma is wet and that is about the last thing he expected after going out in a literal blaze of glory. He is wet and he is full of sand and he feels very very sick and-- it's bad. Arguably, it is less bad than being dead, but Garma is not in the mood to appreciate the little things. Or appreciate anything, really. He grabs the towel off a friendly robot rather roughly and barely listens to their explanations before removing himself from the situation to... petulantly sit in the sand, a little way off. He may or may not have just died, but he's choosing to not process this for the time being. What concerns him immediately is that his hair is disgusting and he's going to be spending the next while drying it off, getting the sand out, and combing through it with his fingers until it's halfway decent. It calms him to focus on this. As long as he only keeps his mind on this single tangible problem, he can manage not to freak out. As long as his hands are moving, he's fine. It's too bad that his fingers are shaking so hard...]

1.b Delivery (Day 2)
[ If you come to the beach today, you will be greeted with a very special sight. There is a framed funeral portrait in the sand. Sad, you might think, ordinarily. Ordinarily. In this case, you might be more likely to think 'what the fuck', because said portrait? It's roughly 10m tall. It's propped up slightly because it's upper end is leaning on an elegant black coffin.

And standing in front of it is the person this whole set-up is for, Garma Zabi, looking like he's about to start hyperventilating. He's keeping it together. Barely. ]

This--- This is--- That's just tasteless!!

>>2. FEEL THE CRABS (FRIENDSHIP)

[ Garma has never had to work for his money a day in his life. Sure, he has a job as a soldier, but his paycheck has never been of any interest. A Zabi scion gets what he wants. Money is never an object. Except he appears to be dead and in hell(??) and fate has not deemed it appropriate to send a credit card along for him. And thus... work. It's something to do. Garma has decided that keeping busy is about the only way he can hope to stay sane right now.

But crabs really are nasty little fellows and he cannot quite bring himself to actually touch them. So come find him poking at the crabs with his boots, hoping to nudge them into the direction of the bucket he placed on the ground... ]

>>3. PHALLUS FESTIVAL

[ Garma is not debasing himself by wearing that toga, he's just not. But he still needs supplies and has earned at least some credits from the crab disaster, so... it is time for window shopping, first.

Except it's not really window-shopping because Garma is making walking around the festival an exercise in how to pointedly not look at any display - he's just getting quick accidental glances! He is not actually examining this, okay?! Okay!! And yet his face is still bright red... ]

... isn't there anything to eat that won't make me lose all dignity....

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[shangrilady]

For real dude?

[ Elle's got a bucket and a pair of tongs. You know, so you don't have to try and touch crabs with your bare skin.

Also hey doesn't this guy look familiar? ]

Abel || Starfighter

[navigating]

— i. feeling crabby

[ Abel didn’t need any outside influences to be moody upon his arrival, disoriented and a little afraid, with a recent hurt keeping his heart heavy. Since settling in and drying off a little, he’s taken to sitting in the sand with his arms wrapped around his knees and gaze off into the horizon, determined to brood until the end of days, or at least until hunger pangs force him to move.

This leaves him susceptible to the little guys crawling all over, which he is paying no mind to because he doesn’t understand the importance of their newness or of the credits they could earn him. Attention elsewhere, one walks straight up to him and gives Abel a sharp pinch on the soft spot on the underside of his arm. He yelps, scrambling backwards and up onto his feet, looking for the offensive pincher. ]

Seriously. A crab?

[ When he sees the one that came at him, he scoops it up along with a handful of the sand beneath it, and nearly takes the steps forward to drop it back into the water as if that were any kind of inconvenience for a crab. Instead, his attention is caught by someone with a bucket nearby, and Abel smiles, mood lifting as if he’s seeing a long lost friend instead of a total stranger. He heads over, balancing the crab in his hands, and holds it out in offering. ]

I caught one for you.


— ii. dicks galore

[ It would be a lie to say that a dick party hasn’t been part of Abel’s wildest dreams, but he never imagined it quite in this form. He donned the provided toga, lacking much else to wear anyhow, though the bright pattern of yellow and green starbursts on grey are leaving him looking a bit washed out compared to his usual pale attire.

All the better to see the flush that has donned his cheeks since the very moment he’d arrived to the festival, making his way through with a look of interest in just about everything.

He’s managed to find a stall that’s got non-crab foods, once he asked one of the robots for something that wasn’t meat. The carved green vegetable before him is as obscene as everything else around here, but at least Abel can eat it. The catch, he’s told by the robot, is that he isn’t allowed to make his selection with his hands. He glances side to side to make sure no one is watching, and leans forward to put the head of the treat into his mouth. It takes a harder suck to dislodge the stick keeping it on display than he’d expected, but when he pulls victorious he is plus one (1) edible food, and realises that apparently also has caught someones eye. ]

Oh, damn it.

[ Hope you had fun watching him deepthroat a zucchini. He’s going to cover his face with the hand not holding onto his prize. ]

Please lie and tell me you didn’t see that.


— iii. hotfoot

[ Carried along by tides of the festival, Abel made his way to the beach with many others. One drink in, having enjoyed the fruity taste more than the alcohol itself, he makes his way to the fire. He’s never been one for letting loose, often accused of being uptight, but he finds himself rocking to the music, and tempted to do more. It seems a bit silly for him to break out into a dance by himself, can’t quite get into it, so he does the next logical thing: he looks around for a partner. Going up to someone who looks open to it, or maybe picking out someone who looks sour enough that they might need cheering up, he puts himself close enough to be heard above the noise. ]

Hey. [ He nearly doesn't find the momentum to keep talking from there, hesitating but overcoming it quickly enough. ] Umm. So. ... Do you wanna dance? With me, I mean.

[ Totally nailed it. ]


(ooc; Hella open to tagging from all but Abel is 18+ m/m so those are the only smutty courses of action I will be taking at this time. Ty! )

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[blackdogstar]

[Impressive. Either this guy really likes vegetables, or he's trying to show off. Sirius is stopped in his tracks, and starts to slowly clap for Abel. He does stop up short when he sees how embarrassed the poor guy is.]

Well, if you insist. I saw nothing but your adorable blushing face.

Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy | The Witcher

[barbersurgeon]

I. Arrival

Regis has never particularly wondered what flotsam and jetsam must endure, but he thinks he has a far better idea of it now as he finds himself washed up on an unfamiliar shore. Drowning is one of the least of his worries, but he still finds himself emptying his stomach of seawater with very little dignity.

He doesn't recall how he might have ended up in the water in the first place, as the nearest body of it had been a river, not an ocean. For a moment, Regis sits there on the sand, trying to take in his strange new surroundings. It seems almost tropical, which would suggest somewhere further south or west than he had been. It certainly doesn't resemble any shoreline he's ever seen in Toussaint.

As bewildered as he is by his predicament, Regis doesn't have it in him to ignore the suffering of others. When he hears someone nearby having a rough time of it, he stumbles over. His legs are still a bit wobbly after--whatever he'd been through.

"Are you alright?"


II. Phallus Phestival

There's something about the festival that is just delightful. Maybe it's the colors and the sheer audacity of it. Regis foregoes the traditional costume at first, hoping he won't particularly offend anyone.

Given the serious influx of crusteceans, he isn't surprised to find that the majority of the food is based on that particular resource. What really amuses him, however, is the sheer number of things made into phallic shapes. It's fascinating, and Regis browses nearly every stall and booth he can find between sampling food and drink. He's careful with what he imbibes, if only because he has no idea how the food here will agree with him.

Before the end of the day, someone has talked him into the traditional costume, though he has layered it over his tunic. He's grateful for the relatively tame color of the fabric, as standing out is rarely ever his desire. At some point he pauses to adjust the decorative pin holding the loose ends of the toga in place.

"Excuse me, could you hold this a moment? I'm finding this may take three hands."


III. Fireside Adventures

The bonfire draws him and before long Regis finds himself sinking down to sit on the warm sand, a drink in hand as he rests his back against one of the driftwood benches. It occurs to him that he should claim somewhere to sleep, though, honestly, if he ends up spending a night beneath the sky, he won't be disappointed. It is shaping up to be a beautiful night.

"I don't suppose this place is prone to sudden turns of weather," he phrases it almost like a question for those gathered nearby. "Should I be making more of an effort to find somewhere to shelter for the night?"


IV. Wildcard

[OOC: For those who might be aware of these things via scent, Regis is a vampire. He is undetectable by magical means, but a good nose or an observant pair of eyes might find something off. He doesn't cast a shadow and typically carries around strong herbs to mask his scent. Find Regis anywhere on the beach or at the festival! Feel free to surprise me, PM if you have any questions!]

i feel blessed. this is a ii.

[decoctions]

After a few months here, Geralt has had plenty of time to think over his brief and unexpected encounter with Regis in Toussaint, and the relief and joy he'd felt upon finding his old friend very much alive, as though by some miracle. But of course the cause is not miraculous, as Regis had been able to explain, but another higher vampire. The very one he'd been hired to hunt.

Seeing Regis turn up where he least expects him yet again instantly brings those emotions to the fore once more. They'd had very little time to catch up before Geralt was whisked away here, and he's regretted that deeply. At least this circumstance isn't as pressing. The familiar scent of herbs is strong even from a distance of several booths. For a moment Geralt watches Regis wrap the dark cloth around his deceptively thin frame with a combined sort of amusement and fondness before he approaches, just in time to step up in response to his request.

"Sure. Got a fourth if you need it," he offers. His lips curl up at the corners, though the smile is most obvious in his eyes, and in the warmth that can be heard in the low rumble of his voice.

As asked, Geralt puts a hand on Regis's shoulder to hold the loose end of the fabric in place to be pinned.

"You look a lot less ridiculous in this than everyone else," he notes wryly. Geralt himself has resisted all efforts to get him into a toga, wearing instead a pair of simple breeches and a linen shirt along with boots that are proving to be a little too heavy for the beach.

Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy

[occulti]

_{[ He is taken from a few episodes into season 2, just FYI! ]}

— i. arrival
<sub>[ Being somewhere and then suddenly being somewhere else seems to be an ongoing scenario for Klaus. He seems a little frustrated as he walks along the beach after being shown hospitality from these robots, which wasn’t the strangest thing to happen in his life. At least he wasn’t plucked from somewhere and dropped into a war like what had happened in the past. He hadn’t even looked at the bracelet he was given, but he wore it.

He noticed a lack of his power but only cause he hadn’t had the lingering specter of his sibling harass him yet. That was certainly odd since Ben seemed to follow him everywhere like a piece of tacky gum on his shoe.

Anyhow, he finally stops and just calls out their names towards the rough looking sea. ]</sub>

Five! Luther! Allison! Antonio Banderas! ... Anybody.. ? Nooooo? God, here we go again I guess. Jesus.

— ii. so many dicks.
<sub>[ By now, he had gotten rather comfortable with this place. None of his wacko followers were here to harass him, there was no impending apocalypse, so maybe this wasn’t so bad. Klaus was a pro at putting on a toga, so he was rather thrilled to be given one to wear for the festivities.

The festivities, right. He had found himself at a stand with a large variety of dildos. All shapes and colors. He looks like a kid in a candy store, hands on his face and eyes wide. ]</sub>

Ohhhhh my God, I haven’t seen so many dicks all at once in my entire life.

Wait.. wait. Yes I have, yeeees a have. Haha, wooooow. That was a good time, a very good time, actually. Yeah.

_{[ Turning to whatever unfortunate soul is next to him, he speaks: ]}

I just don’t know. Hey, why don’t you pick out one for me, alright?

— iii. open
_{[ feel free to give me your own scenario or pp me for plotting! justaways ]}

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[chestburster]

[ A few days had passed since their temporal Kumbaya circle with Five so Ben is going to blame his spontaneous displacement on the usual culprit: Klaus. To his recollection, Klaus didn't black out recently -- and good for him! except he used all that sobriety to start a cult which is sort of zero sum game, karmically -- but it's just like him to throw himself into the ocean out of despair or inebriation or boredom.

That said, Ben ain't pressed. He'll take the ocean over Texas. Which is almost why he doubts this is Klaus's fault. In what world does his brother actually go where he wants to go?

Well, criss-crossing logic be damned, it seems to be this one. Not far from where he's washed up, Klaus is screaming at the sea. That puts a definitive end to Ben's chill hang sesh by himself, watching the waves roll, imagining he could feel the breeze. ]

You forgot Vanya.

sirius black | wizard people, dear reader

[blackdogstar]

II- Phallus Festival

[After washing up ashore smelling of very wet dog and getting sand in his boxers, Sirius had started off in a sour mood about this place. It's turning around rather quickly because of the festival, though.

In fact, he's almost as enthusiastic about all of this as the robots are. Hearty, barking laughter announces his arrival at each new booth full of goodies.]

Would you look at that! Shameless!

[He gestures at a bin full of dildos, grinning from ear-to-ear. He takes one with a gracious grin, and subtly slips his wand out (where was he keeping it?) and taps the toy with a whisper.

He looks around the crowd for a moment and approaches his chosen victim with an appeasing smile and unassuming posture.]

Hullo there, can you hold this for me for a second?

III- Fireside

[Nothing like a good fire to warm the body and enchant the mind! Sirius himself seems rather taken with the flames, watching them dance and flicker. He's nursing some ridiculously colored drink that he seems to sip absent-mindedly, and his leg bounces a bit to the beat. Perhaps the excitement of the day has tired his mischievous ways out.

His eyes sweep away from the fire to watch the people sitting and dancing around it, contemplative at first. When he catches someone's eye in the middle of sipping his drink, he winks and licks colorful booze from his lips.

Then again maybe he isn't tired out at all.]

[defaulthawke]

[Absolutely nothing about this place feels real to him. Honestly- jumping through a rift into the world of spirits, and all of a sudden he's on a weird tropical island powered by sex? Okay. Sure. Definitely sounds legit and not at all a bizarre illusion meant to trap him.

Still. As long as he's here, seemingly unable to find the limits of the place, it's fun enough. Dick festival? Sign him up.

Garrett gives the man who approaches him a wary look.]

Hold it. For you.

[This guy is the first person to seek him out specifically, and taking anything from a spirit (or anything here) seems like a bad idea. But if he's a spirit trying to set a trap, it's pretty goddamn abstract. Maybe there's no harm in it?

So, after a moment of "r u kidding me" stare, Garrett reaches out to take it.]

trevor belmont ⚔️ castlevania

[ambitionless]

⊵ FRIENDSHIP CRABS

[ The sea is supposed to be lovely, Trevor knows this because he’s heard the tales. Heard about the white sand beaches and the water that’s crystalline clear. But that’s all the knowledge he has, because in his travels he never once made it to the sea. Monsters naturally fear a salty brine so they stay far away from the coast and so no Belmont has ever needed to travel to the East of Wallachia. And as Trevor stands, boots digging into the beach, he can’t help but think that the abominations against God were on to something.

There’s sand everywhere. Matted in his hair, sitting gritty on his tongue (no matter how much he spits), down his pants, in his boots. His nostrils and throat are burning from the salt water and there’s a smell too, he can’t be sure if it’s him or just the natural rank of the ocean, but he knows somehow it will be blamed on him. Somehow.

Yes, whoever came up with glorifying tales of the sea deserved to be sucker punched a few times.

And this is where Trevor finds himself; pissed off, disgusting, and very hungry. The first person who suggests he catches himself a meal will be listened to and he stalks over to miles of tiny crabs and eyes them with distaste. ]

You’ve got to be joking. There is no bloody meat on that.

[ Trevor crouches all the same and goes to pick one up, only to have one finger caught between tiny pincers. A hearty swear and an even heartier shake, Trevor accidentally sends the crab flying back into the ocean with a small plop. It’s quite indisputably, a spectacular fail. ]

... Christ.

[ Hopefully no one saw it. ]

⊵ PHALLUS FEST

[ There’s a giant sheet (patterned blue with hot pink stripes) hanging over Trevor’s shoulders like an overbearing cloak. Judging by the conspicuous lack of a device strapped to his wrist, Trevor did not review the instructions on how to wear the garment properly, instead using it like a large shield between him and the rest of the craziness of the surrounding world. There’s sand still matted in his hair from the day before and he looks every bit the part of someone who has been woefully thrown into an environment that they do not understand or care to.

He’s somehow managed to get his hands on a dick shaped confectionary and he’s turning it this way and that with the distinct look of trying to decide what his first question should be. ]

Is this supposed to be directions or a fucking enticement? I really can’t tell.

⊵ FIRESIDE

[ Spread out under Trevor is the toga from earlier that day, and it looks like he has every intention of using it to sleep on (and keeping a comfortable barrier between him and more goddamn sand). The fire is familiar and welcome enough that he’ll even put up with the strangers sitting around it. He soberly watches people twirl and dance a distance away before finally tuning in to the stories being passed around his campfire. The current tale is being wound up and there’s a polite clapping (that Trevor does not participate in). The speaker notices and jerks their chin in his direction. "You want to tell one next?’" Trevor makes a face at that. ]

No, but they do.

[ He jabs his thumbs at the person sitting next to him, hoping to pass the hot seat off on to this unfortunate. ]

( 19+ m/f or m/m for smut is welcome! Wildcard him too if you'd like. )

Phallus Fest

[wingsofhonor]

Maybe it's a little bit of both?

[That's one hell of a cloak, buddy. Angeal can barely keep a straight face once he sees this ornery sod. Much like him, Angeal forsook the toga for the sake of more practical clothing mostly consisting of a black leather jacket, pair of jeans, and a simple shirt. Just the idea of parading around the festival in just a funky looking bathrobe didn't sit well with him, especially since tentacle monsters are a thing.

Thankfully, neither of them need to worry about that right now but Angeal still brought his gigantic sword with him just in case. Never let your guard down, that's the pivotal rule to survival.]

I'm guessing you're new around here.

[It's easy to draw that conclusion since mostly everyone who's been here for the last two months still wears their bracelets everywhere. So, it's pretty much a dead giveaway.]

Usually, it's a little less festive than this.

raiden | metal gear

[controlled]

i.

[ it starts off smooth sailing.

get the crabs, put them in the bucket, net yourself some points. easy enough. while his more superhuman abilities have been rendered to nothing, the reflexes are still there; so with the curl of his soles, he scoops a few crabs up with his feet in a fluid motion. starts himself a rhythm and goes at it a tad too intently, even.

until the crabs grow more diligent, deftly escaping his clutches, and he grows more irritable in turn.

so before he can even register it, raiden is now vigorously stomping at the crabs in question with his high heels. right. ]

Maybe, [ he grits out. ] if you had just...made this easier for me...goddamn...!

[ a shell crackles in between his taloned fingertips. and at long last, his eyes catch yours. ]

Oh. [ and for some reason, his voice is at an almost unnaturally gravel-like pitch. ] Hey.

ii.

[ he's come to a conclusion: this place is a bit of a freakshow. nothing really new in that department, but he can't say he's ever seen sexuality actively celebrated.

he doesn't bother with the toga, but the foodie in him can't turn down a good offer. penis shaped or not, does it really matter — there's a massive lollipop wedged in between his fingers. it's shaped like everything else is. he sniffs it a bit gingerly, just for any traces of poison.

and then he bites down harshly, swallowing it in one gulp. the crunch is audible too, if not a little savage in nature. ]

Eugh. [ his eyes flicker up. ] ...Tastes like high fructose syrup with a hint of cherry. I'll pass. How are people this crazy about rock candy, anyways?

[ well, might as well go for the nearest krab-dog. raiden offers the vendor a polite nod of the head and an earnest "thanks". ]

Want one? [ a hand gestures one towards you. it's shaped like a dick, yet again. ] I got extra.

iii.

[ raiden eventually resigns and wears the toga he's offered. it's wound over his shoulder, ill fitting for his form. needless to say, it isn't exactly a surprise that it tears later.

fortunately for him, there are a handful of maid dresses on sale. and he has the pleasure of being pawned one for free. the conversation is a relic of the past by now, but they'd mentioned something about how he was an ideal model for it.

in his hands is another maid dress. it's been folded very neatly. he sees you, and his eyes narrow with scrutiny. ]

They're looking for someone else to model this with me. [ a beat. ] You get free stuff if you do.

iv.

[ there is no dancing. no drinking. he instead opts to head straight to his tent and sit up against the fold, back straight, hands folded over his abdomen. the sleeping bag's been set aside for whoever has the misfortune of being here. ]

It's all yours. [ had you not known any better, you'd think his tone was leisurely there. ] I'm not goin' to bed. Listen, I know we're stuck here in Sexlandia and everything is fine and great and potentially sexy depending on whatever you're doing — but I can't say that I trust any of you to not try to kill me in my sleep. Just putting that out there. So thanks and sweet dreams.

wildcard.

[ feel free to hit me with anything else! raiden's in his late 30s and looks like this. i'm open to m/f and m/m but let's be real none of these prompts are remotely sexy anyways. ]

ii

[14180]

[ the bearded man with crude and sparkly sunglasses on has his arms folded. his expression is nigh unreadable, even as he lowers them to look raiden up and down, then back at the krab-dog. ]

No.

[ solid snake's trademark smoke-laced tone drawls low and suspicious, mildly judging. ] Thought they taught you to not take candy from strangers in training. Well, there's your first lesson.

Eleanor Hume | Tales of Berseria

[my_own_will]

Feel the friendship
Eleanor really didn't appreciate being pulled from her world, the lack of answers of how to get back, and most certainly not what they expected her to do. Still she was never one to sit around nor one to ignore an obvious problem in front of her.

So despite her misgivings she would carefully collect the crabs. She was very aware of not getting caught in their pincers, but how bad could they be? She'd fought giant crustaceans before.

As long as no one distracts her she should avoid getting pinched.

Phallus Phestival
At first she had eyed the toga with suspicion, but looking at the instructions it seemed to be as covering as any dress if worn properly. It'd give her a chance to have something to wear while she was washing the only outfit that she was brought in with at least.

She came to the festival, after all she had very little to do. However Eleanor instantly regretted it seeing the food stands. Her cheeks were red and she felt irritation building in her. The grumbling of her stomach did not help matters.

With how little food options there were beggars could not be choosers so she'd snatch up one of the snacks, she examined it trying to think of the best way to eat it without looking lewd.

It was then that anyone who was watching that had a penis may need to cross their legs, because she decided the best course of action was to tear off pieces of the phallic treat to eat.

Fireside Adventures
Eleanor hadn't had any intentions to join in the dance. She really didn't know how and to be perfectly honest she hadn't been in the dancing mood after being pulled here from her world. However sitting at the fire, watching the others dancing in the firelight she felt the urge grow more and more.

Eventually she gets up and begins to twirl and dance to the music. It was hardly anything professional, but she looked like she was having a good time.

If she saw someone she thought looked lonely she would approach them and hold out her hand with a smile "Come on and join us."

Wildcard

((Nothing fit? Want to do something specific? Go for it! Feel free to PM me if you've got any questions.))

Dance!

[chariotsofcarbonfiber]

Emi looked up blinking at Eleanor. Definitely looking up in her case, as freakin' short as Emi is - then out at that hand.

"Hope you don't mind taking it slow," she said just a little bashfully, leaning over, and knocking on one of her stocking-covered legs. There's the dull sound of an artificial plastic limb. Normally not too limiting, but 'dancing on sand' is one of those cases that's too unsteady.

Phoenix Wright | Ace Attorney

[jurisprudenced]

🦀 crab battle 🦀

[ For all the strangeness of his past twenty four hours or so, Phoenix seems to be largely taking it in stride. As such, he seems to have thrown himself readily into the prospect of crabbing. A discarded blue suit jacket points the way further down the beach that Phoenix has honed in on, shirt sleeves rolled up and ready to get to work. He’s got a heart full of determination and a bucket full of crabs- well, the bucket is empty, but not for long.

Or maybe not. Because he’s put in a solid twenty minutes of work at chasing crabs across the sand, narrowly avoiding what he’s sure will be the loss of his fingertips. Have crabs always been this wiley? He stops for a moment to wipe away the sweat collecting on his brow, but remains undeterred. He is not leaving here without a full bucket.

Half Full.

At least one.

Either way, he’s not letting the crustaceans win this one. He’s not just fighting for dinner, he’s fighting for his dignity. ]

Alright, c’mere you- [ He finally manages to get hold of one, that promptly trashes about and catches the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger in its pincers. Phoenix yelps, more in surprise then anything, shaking his hand violently and sending the poor creature sailing up and away- and nowhere near his bucket. ] Jeez… couldn’t even manage to get it in the bucket.

[ This calls for a new strategy. Phoenix shields his eyes from the sun with his hand, scanning the beach for anyone else working before spotting someone. ]

Hey! Uh, any luck with the crab catching?

🍆 wiener world 🍆

[ There’s no denying the toga is a look. Phoenix has received one in a familiar shade of blue, and after a perhaps embarrassing amount of time he’s finally confident that it least is not in danger of coming undone. Not to mention, it’s actually pretty comfortable. Why did people ever stop wearing these things?

The toga also seems to have the added benefit of free stuff, though that prospect becomes a little less exciting once he realizes the particular… theme. Still, beggars can’t be choosers, and the robots seem to be happy to push increasingly suggestive objects into his arms, and Phoenix can’t seem to find his voice to decline them, as his own embarrassment ramps up with each additional items.
Now his arms are laden with all manner of phallic object, including things he didn’t even think were possible to be penis shaped. He will never doubt the ingenuity of mankind (robotkind?) again.

He’s on his way out, in a bit of a hurry, trying to slip out and stash away his collection without looking like the world’s biggest dick enthusiast. Which is of course right when he goes colliding into someone, sending a few of the items clattering out of his arms. ]

Oh, uh, sorry! That’s uh-- don’t worry about that stuff I, I was just carrying this for my friend so--

[ Maybe they can point him to the nearest hole to crawl into and die. ]

🎊 wildcard 🎊

[ something else in mind? feel free to hmu on discord summer#0611 . I am having a hell of a time settling on a canon point but you can assume late twenties/early thirties for phoenix, cool with 18+ M/any :)b ]

crabs and /YELLING

[justiceobjects]

[Admittedly, Apollo hadn't been to eager to return to the beach after the chaos that broke out the last time everyone was assembled there. But the place had been cleaned up, no creepy driftwood zombies in sight, and that was somewhat reassuring. Realistically, Apollo couldn't turn it down when the robots did something nice enough to make their quality of life here at least slightly better, and it didn't matter how tainted his memories of the beach had become.

He also couldn't turn down getting paid, so there's that.

Up to this point, Apollo has been a ways further down the beach, learning how to catch crabs the hard way. His fingers were nearly as red as his clothes from all the pinching, and he's even managed to get sand in his hair somehow, but Apollo has a good handful of crabs to show for it. He's on his way to find a better spot for more crab-hunting when he hears a very familiar voice, one that makes him stop in his tracks.

Apollo slowly turns, and when he sees the silhouette of spiky hair in the distance, he full-out Chords of Steel yells,]

MR. WRIGHT!!!!

[And then Apollo is barreling towards him, hapless crabs scattering out of his bucket in his wake.]


((omg I'm super hype to see Phoenix!! My discord is red for resolve#8574 if you wanna chat!))

Lán Wàngjī | Mo Dao Zu Shi

[qixianqin]

I.

[Who would've guessed that the best way to gather crustaceans is to play music for them?

To be far, Lan Wangji didn't expect the crabs to gather around him as they have but once he struck the first chord of his guqin, the little critters came running. He keeps playing, his gaze focused on the delicate strings as the crabs surround him in a sea of red.

It's quite the sight to see, one that Lan Wangji can't help but blink in wonder. He really wasn't expecting an audience judging from the surprise within his gaze. Nevertheless, he keeps playing highly curious as of how many more will gather around him now. He had no interest in collecting the crabs but now, he might just participate for the heck of it.]

II.

[Judging from the look of sheer disgust upon his face, Lan Wangji isn't very pleased to be here. His gaze narrows once he catches a glimpse of the phallic-shaped candies, clearly disgusted by the shamelessness of it all. While he was given a toga to wear for this evening's festivities, Lan Wangji all but forsook it in favor of his white and blue robes. He's uninterested in joining with the antics here, so much so that he tosses the phallic-shaped candy onto the ground like it's day-old trash.

He's disgusted, very disgusted. Something like this can't possibly be condoned. It's just so vile. ]

Ridiculous.

[He mutters under his breath.]

III.

[There's something oddly soothing about having the faint murmurs of others next to a roaring fire. While he fights the incentive to join in with the merrymaking and storytelling, Lan Wangji looks oddly content for a change. He sits there at the fire with his back straight and his eyes closed in meditation. While he prefers the silent tranquility of the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji can appreciate the oddly peaceful setting here.

However, that peace is instantly shattered once he feels the presence of another beside him. It's then that Lan Wangji opens his eyes and gives the person a curious glance. He's not the most talkative person here but he feels the urge to socialize some.]

Greetings.

[He states with a slight nod.]

(If none of these prompts interest you, feel free to make your own! I'm completely up for anything. My Discord is Titania#7268. M/M for shipping, gen for everything else)

Re: Lán Wàngjī | Mo Dao Zu Shi

[unimpeachable]

Following the familiar tune has him pausing at the edge of the crabs surrounding his brother, something in his frame relaxing without him even realizing it. If Wangji is playing, he must be feeling better and the fact he's outside has Xichen smiling as he watches, even if he's careful not to disturb the 'audience'.

"As much as I wish you were still at home, I am relieved to see you looking so well." is what Xichen says When he's finally able to get closer, his gaze sweeping over his brother before he exhales a soft breath.

"It would seem this place has a fondness for people from our world."

Jeanne Alter | Fate/

[howlmyrage]

i, feeling the friendship

Crabs, why does it always have to be crabs?

[ Jeanne Alter grumbles from her perch atop a beach chair, the crustacean menace snapping away at everything that moves beneath her feet. She has a bucket in her hand, but doesn't seem particularly inclined to actually get out of the safety of the high ground and use it. Sure, credits are on the line, and the first thing to do on any Rayshift is securing basic necessities, but also: Fuck crabs. ]

Do I have to catch them? I don't carry these things to commit to a path of non-violent catch and release, you know!

[ She's asking anyone in the vicinity who cares to listen, waving one of her three KATANA (all-caps are necessary) around to make a point. ]

Monsters usually drop their rewards after I burn them to death!

[ Like BB Dollars. And oddly enough, doujin motivation. ]


ii, mara matsuri

[ Very deliberately not wearing the toga provided, instead sticking with her black and red swimsuit, Jeanne Alter is more than happy to go festival stall hunting. Which is different from the crab hunting she did earlier because now she's not threatening anyone with swords and fire. (Not to start with, at least. Just don't try to rip her off.)

Instead she's currently closely examining two dick-shaped candied fruits of some kind, trying to figure out how exactly someone makes what used to be mostly apple-ish into a penis. Of course, given the location they're in, everything is dick-shaped, but making soap into funny shapes is easy. Relatively. ]

Is this like square watermelons? Do you grow them into moulds? It seems like a lot of work for a dick joke, but I'll buy one. I can think of more than one way to use this.

[ No, not like that, you pervert. Do you want her to get an infection jamming caramel up there? ]


wildcard
idk hmu

Feeling the friendship

[hello_again]

[Pyrrha was already collecting crabs when she heard the woman shouting. She turned to look and came over. After all it seemed like she was having trouble.]

The robots seem to want them edible at least so I don't think burning them will do.

[She pauses before introducing herself with a smile.]

My name is Pyrrha Nikos. You're one of the people who just arrived, right? Would you like me to help you collect some crabs so you can get credits?

[It was a little funny that a woman who made it pretty obvious she was violent and ready to fight was afraid of crabs, but Pyrrha wasn't the type to mock people for something like that.]

valko ozerov | burning glass

[birthrighted]

Feel the Friendship (1)

[ While washing up onto an unknown island is more or less not on his top list of activities, Valko does wonder if a little "break" from reality might do him some good. That's what this is, right? A break from annoying little things like revolution and abdication...

He immediately recognizes that he's going to need some funds, so he agrees to the crab catching. Of course, chasing after creatures to throw them in a bucket is something he hasn't done since he was a boy. And maybe even then it was rather limited, considering his upbringing. So he can be seen quite comically failing a lot of the time, chasing after quick crabs and even sometimes skidding in the sand when he misses. Feel free to give him some pointers.

Or watch until he catches one, at which point, he tosses it mercilessly into the bucket with a self-satisfied expression. ]

Well, that will teach you. I'm tired of dealing with you already.

[ He hasn't even been pinched enough to be crabby. He's just like this.]

Phallus Festival (2)

[ Somehow he seems more at home with the phallus festival. Not that he has an inclination toward phalluses, but he knows that he's good looking and thus, once he figured out the "traditional garb", he seems to be very comfortable with it. Comfortable enough that he may even approach a stranger regardless of their gender and tuck a little piece of sheet that was sticking out. ]

Careful. It might fall off if you don't secure it.

[ He smiles pleasantly, yet there's something behind the expression that suggests he's hoping that it will, at some point, fall off of somebody. It would make a splendid spectacle.

Otherwise, he's looking at the wares, picking up crab-flavored penises on sticks, looking at dong shaped soaps... ]

I should consider implementing more celebrations for the people...

Fireside Adventures (3)

[ When at last it's time to rough the night out in the tents, Valko looks displeased but also won't be one of the ones who will be caught without shelter. He claims a tent pretty quickly and seems to be puzzling over the sleeping bag when someone else arrives. ]

I take it that's bedding of a sort? And how are we to fit one person in there, let alone two?

[ He already expects to be sharing the night with someone. Preferably a lady, but well. He can't control who needs a tent for the night. He can try, but ... surely he's reasonable? Surely. Maybe not. ]

Wildcard

[ hit me up with whatever. If you'd like more info on him before you tag, you can read here. It's an old app) For ref, he's around 20 years old and is dtf all beautiful people. ]

2

[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. ]

barnaby brooks jr | tiger & bunny

[mettle]

▮ a.) BAYWATCH THEME

[ If this were something involving his job, like a photoshoot or a commercial, Barnaby would exit the water with grace and sex appeal. He'd peel off his jacket slowly, shake his wet hair out, run his fingers through the damp fringe, lick the water off of his upper lip.

Instead he walks out like a drowned rat, very cross, very unhappy, and all too eager to dry off. The only problem is that all he see is sand, sand, and more sand. And some strange robots, which he looks down upon with hesitation as they putter about. He doesn't trust them immediately, so he focuses on whichever individual happens to be in the vicinity of his arrival as he removes his glasses and shakes the water off of them. His eyes squint a bit. ]

Would you happen to have a towel?

▮ b.) IT IS TIME FOR CRAB

[ As a hero, it shall always be his job to help the public in their time of need, regardless of the situation. Apparently, the sort of crisis here is crabs. Many of them. Too many. And they're so small... initially Barnaby's a bit hesitant to lend his assistance, mostly because he doesn't want to step on any of the tiny creatures. But their scuttling is kind of annoying, and it'd be best to clear them out safely, so with a bucket in hand he takes to carefully scooping the crabs up one at a time. He's rather patient and focused, up until he gets fed up with getting bitten one too many times.

He looks around, making sure no one is watching.

And then he just straight up flings a crab back out into the ocean like it's a baseball. ]

▮ c.) RING OF FIRE

[ Once its gotten dark and the chaos of all the crab collecting is over, Barnaby sticks as far away from the unfortunate penis festival and instead occupies himself by standing near one of the bonfires. He doesn't bother sitting, mostly because he doesn't want to get too comfortable, but he also can't stop staring at the fire. He's never seen a bonfire before. Never been camping.

He listens to the crackle of the wood, the little flickers of ash fade into the air, tips of the fire licking at the air above. The air feels hot around the bonfire.

There's an entire room on fire. A body slumped over a couch, another on the carpet. The fire illuminates the ornaments on a Christmas tree.

A figure. He can't see their face.

A tattoo.

Barnaby flinches, makes a noise of pain, then turns immediately. He may end up bumping into you in his haste to get away from the bonfire. ]

▮ WILDCARD

[ Create your own prompt and such. Barnaby is about 27 so 21+ preferred if you'd want to go the smutty route. Open to M/M and M/F. Canonpoint wise he is from the end of the film The Rising!]

A

[automatized]

[ he'd heard from various chatter, here and there, that there were new arrivals to the city and they were coming from the sea. bizarre to him that things have suddenly switched nexus, as if this augur can't really control where things should and shouldn't be where terrain for humans is concerned.

so he walks around the beach and watches the slowly-gathering crowd until he's interrupted in his reverie, and frowns. he didn't really come here for a swim, unfortunately.

he looks at him curiously, from behind his mask. when he speaks, he has a metallic tone to his voice. ]

Not really.

But if you don't mind the walk, I've got a place you can stay in for now. You seem new here.

yan bingyun | joy of life

[bingyun]

crab battle:

[he doesn't know why he's doing this. maybe because resisting his newest captors by meditating on the beach was getting him nowhere. maybe because he was already tired of the crabs crawling over him as he did. or maybe because the queasiness of his arrival has faded, and he always did enjoy crab.

he collects several crabs, and soon, yan bingyun has a few of them roasting while he tears off one of the offending pinchers to suck the meat out of. but revenge is had the next time he reaches into the bucket. bingyun hisses and shakes his hand free of one of the pinching creatures.]

You won't escape!

[it sidesteps towards the water, but bingyun comes face to face with a person as soon as he jumps up. bingyun stares, his finger throbbing, trying to overcome this sudden urge to hug a perfect stranger.]

Do...have you eaten?

phallus fest:

[this place will not rattle him. yan bingyun is determined to show no weakness. so when he finds himself with a phallic-shaped baked good in his hand...

surely they mean to shock him, so he's prepared to eat it instead. ...until a bite of it goes down the wrong way, making it look very much like he hit his gag reflex on donut dick.]

fireside:

[the moment that yan bingyun notices that he wants to dance is the moment yan bingyun moves as far away from the fires (and people) as possible. he's had more than enough of this place for one day.

so he crawls into one of the tents, even if he knows he won't sleep. but there's an abrupt stop when his hand presses against...something he shouldn't be touching.

retreat seems wise, but not without a proper apology first, his face warm in the darkness.]

Forgive me. I didn't know anyone was in here.

Crab Battle!

[whiteplume]

[Jingyi was just idly strolling along the shore when someone comes bumbling towards him. He pauses in midstep, his eyes wide with alarm once he comes face to face with this man. The elf stares at him for a long while with a hint of confusion in his gaze. While the man before him looks as if he could be one of Nie-gongzi's friends, Jingyi doesn't recall ever meeting him before. After a few awkward moments, Jingyi graces him with a kind smile.]

Not recently, no.

[He answers with a hesitant chuckle. Despite all the encounters he had thus far, this is by far one of the oddest.]

Are you offering?

Bai Lin | Original

[fistsofchange]

[Bai Lin was my character from a post-apocalyptic tabletop RPG game I was in that was a big pastiche of Mad Max and Fist of the North Star. She is an exile from a hidden valley of incredible martial artists who is lost in the wastelands of central China, and was the only character who did her best to maintain a positive attitude and sense of moral decency. Curious, friendly, principled, but also naive, stubborn, and gullible.]

-Crabs-

Lin was torn, as she gingerly picked her way through the field of crabs. On one hand, she was used to eating just about anything that looked edible. One couldn't afford to be picky when food was as rare as it was in the wastelands. On the other hand, she had never SEEN crabs before, and was feeling a bit...suspicious.

She quickly took a step back before one of them could pinch her toes. "Are you SURE these are edible?"

-Festival!-

Lin spent a few minutes trying to figure out her toga before getting it more or less right (She went for Strapless Empire Waist style), then set out to explore the festival. Festivals at home weren't as fun for the monks as they were for the villagers, as they usually got stuck performing religious rites, and during the time they DID have for having fun they were expected to keep their vows of restraint and asceticism in mind. Dancing and cookies were fine. Alcohol and sex were frowned upon.

Now, however, she wasn't a monk. She had been officially cast out, and as long as this was the case, she might as well take advantage of it and see what she was missing. By now, Lin had a bag she had found somewhere slung over her shoulder like a satchel that was bulging with goods. New outfits, new toys, and erotic confections, just to name a few.

She stopped in front of a table just COVERED in dildos, her eyes wide.

"They have so many colors!"

-Fireside-

Lin had flopped down by the fire to relax and stare at the stars for a bit, and that had been nice, but the truth was that she wasn't the kind of person who could sit still for too long. When the music had started, Lin had sat up to listen, and found herself tapping her feet along with the beat all too soon.

Finally she couldn't help herself and jumped back up to join the ring of dancers, showing little actual skill at dancing, but a lot of strength and energy and enthusiasm as she jumped and spun around the bonfire. Her jumps kept on getting higher until one last jump popped her a solid eight feet up into the air, where she actually stayed for just a moment longer than made sense before starting to fall back down, which also seemed to happen in slow motion. The jump attracted attention because it seemed like for Lin, the laws of gravity were maybe a bit optional.

The jump ALSO attracted attention because when her descent started, her toga billowed out a bit. Just enough for the sharp eye to pick out that she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath it. And from the sparkle in her eyes, or the flush in her cheeks as the song ended and she laughed and clapped along with everyone else, the little flash might just have been intentional.

Crabs

[keichan]

Keiichi, dressed in a red tank top and green shorts, seems to have a pretty good haul so far, so Lin may or may not be under the mistaken impression that he's some sort of expert. He knows enough about crabs to know that they pinch and that they're edible, but really, he's never seen any either. He's just been using some... inspired tactics to snatch up the crabs when they aren't looking.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," he responded, lifting a hand up to the back of his head and rubbing it as he holds the bucket in the other. "You've gotta crack the shell open after you cook them." He supposes that if people here really come from all kinds of different worlds, it would make sense for someone to have never heard of eating crab before. This woman, while still young looking and full of life, probably has about 10 years on him, maybe more, so it's unlikely that she just managed to go this long without having ever seen anyone eat crab before.

Of course, his tastes are much simpler and cheaper. He just wants the credits so that he can see if the Augur is willing to produce some acceptable ginger tonkatsu ramen, and he'd rather not try to earn it the other way.

caroline forbes | the vampire diaries

[meticulousity]

it's getting hard for them to shock me, but every now and then it's shocking

[ caroline's been to the beach before, of course. she's run a variety of water-based events for all kinds of purposes. none of it had prepared her for being dropped, unceremoniously, into the ocean.

she can swim, at least, and it takes her a minute to get acclimated and shake off the nausea from being yanked from home and dropped into the ocean, seriously, but fortunately her vampiric healing kicks in before she drowns and she makes it to the shore in record time, coughing on her hands and knees. ]

What the hell? [ she coughs a few more times, eventually heaving out some seawater (also unexpected, not to mention gross). ] What is going on? Where -

[ just then, a crab crawls over her hand and she leaps to her feet, yelping. ]

Ugh, that's disgusting. [ she looks, panickedly, to her hand, and upon realizing she's still wearing her ring she tries in vain to get her hair out of her face. ] Where the hell am I?

another night another party; saying hi to everybody

[ well, it took her a bit to figure out everything to do with this freaky beachside city, but she's gotten to know the basics. sex energy helps restore the city, robots are usually here to help but they've gone offline for the time being, you get rewards for checking off squares on your kinky bingo card. all of it is kind of a lot, but caroline forbes is nothing if not adaptable.

which is why she's at the bonfire party, in a dress she's managed to scrounge up and done up as much as possible, considering she'd had to sneak some items from stores or the weird garage sale that's been set up. she's got a drink in hand and is heading towards the bonfire, looking around at the crowd.

after she's finished her drink (and another one, or two; the alcohol helps curb her cravings and she hasn't had a chance to eat yet), she'll be over by the bonfire, eventually turning to the person closest to her and beaming at them. ]

Hey. We should dance, right? This music is great.

wildcard

[ if you've got something else you'd like to do in mind, feel free to choose your own adventure! caroline is 18 and undead and i'd prefer to stick around that age range for any potential partner, i haven't decided on a canonpoint yet but the range is around early to mid season two. i can be reached through PMs or on plurk at vdova ♥ ]

( another night another party )

[smoakshow]

( oddly enough, the one person mia wants to turn to and tell about the actual tackiness of this island is her brother. he’s also the one person she doesn’t want to see here. talk about the ew factor. she scrunches up her nose coincidentally, drink in hand that she procured by flashing a smile and laying on the charm, and then vanishing into the crowd. she doesn’t intend to rebuff the young woman next to her so wordlessly, which is why she speaks up. )

You want to dance? ( they've been abducted, effectively trapped, more or less handed a bingo card with eyeroll-worthy acts all over it, and she wants to dance? she remembers the flashing lights, the ritzy parties, champagne, and designer labels. she knows how to mingle, but she'd rather hit something. skeptically but not unfriendly, she takes another sip of her drink. ) Why? What's there to celebrate?

korra 🌟 atla/tlok.

[bearcat]

arrival;

[ DAY 1; you know, being waterlogged and covered in sand isn't all that out of the ordinary for a water tribe member, but usually when korra's as such she's aware of her surroundings and how she got there. the confusion about what's going on will have to wait until after she recovers from the dizzy feeling in her head, the slightly nauseated twist in her stomach. with half an ear does she listen to the robots as they explain what's going on, watching them clip on the bracelet before she's sent on her way. it's so much happening at once, and as that feeling of vertigo abates, she can finally work on cleaning herself up. the sand goes first, wiped off her damp skin with a smooth motion of her hand, her energy pulling each small bead of earth away. water is pulled from her clothing in what looks like a reverse splash, droplets flung to the ground as korra's knuckles meet the palm of her opposite hand. glancing to the company nearest her, korra offers: ] Hey, d'you need help drying off?

[ yeah she's not gonna deal with that whole "eros energy" thing right now, let her just find her bearings first. ]

[ DAY 2, for asami; naga is a good girl. naga is a very good girl but having just arrived herself and with no sign of korra there's no way she's going to stick around this little shack. she can pick up the fading scent of korra all around her (she must have left this place earlier in the day), and that's enough of a trail for her to start looking! so off she goes, into the city, to try and track down, if not korra then, someone she recognizes! ]

festival;

[ having thrown herself into the task of collecting as many crabs as she could, korra will take the time to recoup her energy by checking out the festival. her toga is wrapped around her and fastened securely, but it feels a little weird. it's a lot more airy than the clothes she's used to wearing, but she's been taught to respect the cultures around her, so a toga she will wear! spirits, it's itchy though, and as she makes her way through the stalls she can be seen squirming and scratching along her hips and back, and fidgeting with the rope belt tied around her waist. it's almost like she can't hold still for any length of time — which, okay, really isn't out of the ordinary.

finally, korra comes to a pause at one of the confectionary stalls to take a look at all the sweet things laid out — and even though she has a small pouch of dried crab meat on her person, something a little sweeter sounds a lot better right now. she's about to ask how much when a few pastries are shoved into her hands excitedly. though she is by no means ashamed of anything related to intimacy, korra can't help but feel a little hot around the ears when she considers having to actually eat one of these things... in public. ]

...They're really dedicated to this, aren't they? [ this whole... aesthetic. ]

fire;

[ korra is always moving and she gets to know people best by being physically active in their personal space. so don't mind (or do) her while she is practically laser-focused on any wallflowers hanging around the fireside, looking like they would like to dance but are just a little too shy to jump right in. ]

Hey you! [ because she'll get right up in their business and take their arm ] Come dance with me!

wildcard; ( PM me if you want to talk deets, or just throw something at me and we'll see where the winds take us! )

festival

[stripsearch]

[Rise has managed to wear her toga quite cutely, actually. It's strapless, leaving her shoulders bare, just wrapped around her body from her underarms down. Honestly, it's really kind of breezy, she could get used to this.

As she's perusing the stalls, she hears a woman speak and glances over.

Ah, time for newcomers already?] No kidding.

I hate to say it, but you get used to it.

morgana pendragon | merlin

[seerings]

I. arrival

[ the first thing she comes to feel is the warmth, the brilliance of the sun radiating on her skin even before she feels the rush of the water tickling at her bare feet, prickling sand harsh against her cheek. but as the wave rushes in with greater strength, wading in far enough to brush against her face, she accidentally inhales enough water that she's forced to jolt from her hazed state, suddenly coughing out the intensity of the liquid salt.

she rolls onto her stomach, still trying to empty her throat to enable easy breathing once more as her palms press harder against the sand to lift herself up onto her knees.

she's still wearing one of her ornate gowns, but it clings desperately to her skin, sheer fabric wrapped up around her arms instead of flowing freely with the wind. but there's less concern for her appearance and more for her location, squinting against the sun as she tries to comprehend her surroundings.

raising her fingers to block away the vibrant light, she sees the silhouette of a nearby stranger, and she hopes with all her might that they are friend, rather than foe. coughing one more, her voice is slightly hoarse as she speaks out, ] Where ... where am I?


II. phallus phestival

[ eventually, she comes to comprehend her intended purpose in this place even if she shows much reluctance in abiding by what's being requested of her. no doubt that uther has already sent out a search party for her, and in time, the knights of camelot will come to learn of this island and its dwellings. until then, however, she has no choice but to do her own study, to learn of this place, if she is ever to make her own escape.

admittedly, though, she does not receive such hostile treatment as she expects for being a prisoner, given the freedom to roam, so much so that she's meant to partake in their local festival, treated to their refreshing island delicacies.

a) she comes to find an arrangement of shops as well, her eyes widening with a slight gasp as she sees the display of many varied phallic shapes. ]

That's ... quite a bit crude, isn't it? That's hardly a toy as suggested. [ she's a little sharp in her tone, more annoyed than embarrassed. ] Do they really expect children to play with those?

b) [ however, her eyes might find the array of what's described as "maid outfits", curiosity blossoming in her eyes as her fingers trace across the very short skirt of the proposed uniform. ]

Gwen would have a fit if anyone urged her to wear such a thing. What about this is meant for a maid at all?


III. fireside adventures

a) [ whatever hesitance she might have held all through the hours of the day, vanish now under the moonlight as the fire burns brightly upon the large stack of wood. there's no chill in her bones, warm all over as she clutches the bottom of that wrapped sheet around her body, allowing her legs to move more freely as she begins to spin, laughter echoing from her voice, loudly and almost happily.

eventually she spins so much so that she loses control of where her body moves, eventually stumbling fully into someone's arms, her palms brushing across the height of their chest.

though her cheeks flush, she holds her smile, politely and a bit euphorically as she laughs again, ] Forgive me. I am usually much more graceful on my toes.

b) [ as the night carries on, her feet begin to tire and she decides to retire into one of the offered tents, skipping a number of occupied ones before she comes across one seemingly empty, urged by one of the mechanical creatures that inhabit the island.

but upon entering, she comes to notice someone already inside, an apology ready on her lips before she notices a robot closing the entry of the tent shut in obvious suggestion.

clasping her lips together to hide a laugh, she looks to her fellow tent companion with a small smile. ] I imagine they are expecting us to share.


IV. wild card

( if you would like to try a different scenario than those above, just let me know! otherwise, feel free to adjust the prompts as needed to coordinate with your character(s). prompts are open to all, with the possibility of smut direction in the later few (she'll be potentially influenced by the aphrodisiac atmosphere, food, etc.), which is open to f/f and m/f alike. please note, morgana is from around late season 2, so she's still very much in her "good" side, but your character is free to recognize her as morgan le fay of camelot legends (just be gentle if they intend to break it to her). )

iii-a

[takeroot]

[Constantin is most definitely not looking where he's going as he meanders down the beach, distracted watching the fire and festivities and slipping into a spin or two of his own as he goes. It's on the end of one such spin that the two of them collide, and he lifts a hand to press between her shoulders without thinking, immediately concerned she might fall back—

But ah, no, and after a moment the surprise on his face gives way to a grin that mirrors hers. The mirth of the firelight is certainly very contagious; he glances towards the bonfire briefly, then back to her face.]

Ah— nonsense, fair lady! Lay blame on the sand and think nothing of it!

[It's fine, people spin into each other all the time, surely. It's all good. He considers for about a split-second more, then,]

What say we dance together and avoid another crash? Unless you've misplaced a partner you need to return to...?

Takuto Maruki | Persona 5 Royal (spoilers herein!)

[philanthropy]

i. feel the friendship

[ For whatever reason, animals don't seem to care for Maruki too much—that's been his perception over the past couple of years, anyway. But when all's said and done here, it's probably just that, well, these are crabs, and crabs skitter all around, don't they?

He won't lie -- he can't immediately recall the last time he's eaten, and they... don't look unappetizing. Still, he's not the sort of guy who can bring himself to personally slay one or more of the poor innocent creatures just to sate his appetite, so it's a moot point.

...Until he comes across the first whiff of actual cooking, which may or may not be the same person to emit the yelp he hears from somewhere along the beach. Be awfully convenient if it was, though. ]

Hey, is everything all right? I thought I heard a noise just before. You're not hurt, are you? I'm not a doctor, but -- er, well, I am a doctor, just not that kind -- um, anyway, hope everything's okay over here.

ii. phallus phestival

[ All right, look. They do this in Kawasaki every year, and it's fine. Maruki's no anthropologist, but the other social sciences aren't wholly unfamiliar to him, either, and anyway, he remembers enough Freud from his undergrad career that... you know. He gets it.

He... he gets it.

And it's to help this world heal itself, isn't it, so...

In no way do any of these realizations prevent him from being any less bashful as he observes the festivities from the edge of one crowd, pink flush in his skin plainly visible against the stark off-white of his toga. He's worrying his bracelet in the fingers of his other hand, dimly aware of the cool slide of it up and down his wrist, up and down, not enough of a distraction to matter -- but enough of one to make him jump when a friendly robot brandishes a distressingly large and anatomically correct candy-pink lollipop that he feels way too pressured not to take.

For some time he's sort of just standing there, helplessly holding the thing. The moment he locks eyes with another person he glances anxiously from them to the penis on a stick in his hand and looses an embarrassed chuckle. ]

U-um, please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't suppose you're hungry? I... can't possibly carry any more of these.

[ He's got like three of them tucked into his toga already and he doesn't know what to do. ]

iii. fireside adventures

[ Liquor and a bonfire. Perfect. This is definitely more Maruki's speed. To his credit, he's done a really good job keeping it together up to this point, especially when you consider how he's still reeling from his best laid plans crumbling around his ears only hours (or days?) before this.

Though he seems to be less bruised now than he'd feared, the combination of the firelight and exposed skin seem to bring out their color: a muted purple in most places, excepting the sickly green-blue-black at the back of his neck -- a groaning tenderness he can't see for himself but feels very, very acutely, where something once sunk deep inside but has since left. Deeper still, Maruki feels a yawning emptiness where his persona should be, an echoing silent ache.

It might've been better if he hadn't had the chance to let his thoughts catch up with him. He drains most of his drink, sighs heavily, and only then does he realize he's not alone by the fireside. ]

Oh--! Didn't see you there. Or, I guess it's more correct to say I wasn't paying attention, ahaha... Don't suppose you're as new as I am?

[ By no means is this person the only one he's failed to take notice of tonight, but, well, he's... got a lot on his mind. ]

iv. wildcard!

[ You know what to do. \o/ ]

iii

[stripsearch]

[Honestly, the bonfire is really fun, and it's just kind of a fun way for people to mingle. Rise's actually spent the past ten or twenty minutes dancing around the fire, but the heat and exhaustion has set in, and so she's sat back down to enjoy the bonfire, wearing a bikini with a light white windbreaker over her shoulders.

She looks up when she's spoken to, and gives the man a quick shake of her head.] Sorry, nope! I've been here a couple of months. I'd be happy to answer any questions if you're a newbie, though~

[Doesn't she look like that one pop star? The one whose poster is all over Tokyo?

Nah, too young.]

Piers Nivans | Resident Evil 6

[onewayoranother]

1. Arrival [CW: gore! lots of gore.]
[A wave splashes him in the face making him cough and sputter as he comes to, laying face down in the sand. The last thing he remembers is being at the bottom of the ocean in the flooding facility under the oil platform. They'd been attacked by a massive BOW... He suddenly remembers the burst of unimaginable pain. There's no way he'd survived. Even if he'd managed to get out of the facility and back to the surface alive, his arm had been mangled, maybe even severed.

He shifts slowly in the sand. There's no pain...

Lifting his head, he blinks a few times as another wave rolls over him.

Something's wrong. His vision feels off and he struggles to push himself up so he's at least kneeling in the water. He hadn't been able to put any weight on his right arm and when he finally musters up the courage to look at the damage he feels his stomach churn. It's fucked, dangling by a thread, maybe a bit of muscle and skin that can't be more than an inch or two wide. It's almost more grotesque that the horrific injury isn't bloody and raw but healed over, leaving a disfigured and disgusting mess.

Piers stumbles further out of the water, getting to his feet and slogging up onto the sand, his arm dangling uselessly at his side. There are other people working their way out of the waves as well. It's bizarre. He squints at those close enough for him to see properly, hoping to spot Chris.]

2. Phallus Festival
[Piers wouldn't exactly call claiming one of the tents on the beach 'settling in' but here he was. He'd found the sheet... and the instructions but he was in no mood for a toga party. He'd smelled the food though and, maybe foolishly, was still hoping he might randomly come across his captain.

Sans toga, he's definitely looking overdressed. In pants and a long sleeve shirt with his right sleeve tied off close to his shoulder to keep it out of the way without an arm to fill it. Although he was still sporting his shemagh, worn like a scarf, his boots, tactical vest and other paraphernalia were still drying out.

He waits in one of the lines, not sure what they're offering, but it smells sweet. However, he's turned down after the robot assesses his clothing.]

What? Are you fucking kidding me?! You're giving this stuff away, but only if I'm wearing a sheet?

3. Sharing Tents
[Dancing really wasn't his thing but the bonfire, and a drink or two, had actually done wonders to lighten his mood. It doesn't take long before he's ready to call it a night however and makes his way back to the tent he'd claimed a day or so ago. He's still settling in when he hears footsteps, or at least the sound of sand shifting underfoot, and assumes it's someone simply passing by.

The flap of his tent opens moments later and he can only barely make out a silhouette.]

Sorry. This one's already taken. [Maybe they have the wrong tent? Maybe they're looking for company? Or maybe they simply don't care and will take anywhere cozy to curl up.]

4. Wildcard?
[PM or hit me up on plurk @ squissie for plotting if you feel like doing something else :)]

Phallus Festival

[paulbunyan]

I think that's what they're saying.

[Luther mutters blandly, looking rather unimpressed with... everything. The festival might not be bad, but.]

I don't know about you, but I'm not putting on a toga.

sombra | overwatch

[infiltrar]

( festival )

[ Initially Sombra's sort of resistant to putting on the toga just because who the fuck wears a toga nowadays. It's also not very flattering. But as he navigates the festival with curious eyes and mischievous intent only to find they keep asking her for credits when she wants to take something with her, particularly the food, she concedes. Sort of. She's still left in the black and purple bodysuit of her outfit but she's got the sheet draped over herself in typical toga fashion. That seems to be good enough for the robots.

Now, time to chow down and make people squirm.

Women will probably get coy looks or friendly waves, little comments about how cute and small some chocolate-shaped dicks are, questions on how the food is. Maybe she'll try to ask your advice on picking out a sex toy.

If she finds a man nearby she will make it a point to hold eye-contact as she takes a large bit out of a donut ,either one of the "balls" or the very tip of the "dick". Sombra chews, bliss upon her face as she gives a delighted hum and speaks with her mouth full. ]

Soo much better than the real thing.

[ At least she actually means that. It's a pretty good donut. ]

( campfire )

[ Sombra doesn't spend very much time hanging around the bonfire. Camping's not her thing. Really she's mostly there for the drinks, as obnoxious and fruity as they are. If you decide to join her you will probably not want to try to keep up with her because she is, uh, quite a drinker. But you're welcome to order something for her sake. Always nice to treat a lady.

As the night gets darker and she contemplates exploring more of this strange place she's ended up in, shacking down for the night actually sounds more appealing. What isn't, of course, is the lack of a bed or mattress. It's a goddamn sleeping bag. Someone else enters the tent with her, and she throws an unpleasant glare and frown their way. ]

You walk back around or you're sleeping on the sand. Entiendes?

[ She's not good with sharing. ]

( wildcard)

[ Sombra is 30 so characters 21+ for smut only. She'll be more inclined to sleep with men but I will def not say no to f/f! ]

festival;

[occulti]

_{[ It's hard not to notice Sombra as she radiates a sort of confidence that's kind of.. eye catching. Though, their gaze meet and she's taking a rather cruel bite from her dick shaped treat. Klaus has already had his share of one of those and it's true, they are pretty damn good. He won't be weird about this, even if something about watching that was enticing, and treats it as a casual conversation: ]}

It's really hard to beat the ones with the sprinkles. But I don't know, I've had some pretty good dick before.

_{[ No filter whatsoever.
Anyway, Sombra seems fun and she likes the donuts, so it would be only proper for him to ask: ]}

I don't suppose I could treat you to another?

_{[ He means it. She deserves another donut if she likes this one so much. ]}

rune / original

[ceremonious]

I. ARRIVAL

[ He's annoyed.

As if getting the spell wrong hadn't been enough, he's been dropped somewhere far away from his little spot in the countryside where he'd left his supplies and his car. Rune drags himself out of the water with the slightest huff of annoyance, glad that he's still – at the very least – dressed in one of his robes and not completely naked. (Not that he would have cared, but certain places frowned on nudity.) The only thing that actually catches him unaware are the robots and... he glances down at his wrist, frowning as he turns it over. The chaos that ensues is enough to really annoy him, little explanation given as to what he's doing there and why. That's the part that bothers him the most, not knowing, and Rune leaves the sand in an attempt to find someone else to talk to.

It's not difficult to find someone—or the crabs either.

At first, he simply tries kicking them out of the way, but since he's barefoot, it's not a successful endeavor. So, he moves around them to reach the first person he sees. Regardless of who they are, his damp hair and sour disposition aren't exactly welcoming or friendly. ]

What's going on? [ As if his current "victim" would even know what he means by that. ]

III. FIRESIDE

[ There's still something about all of this that unsettles him.

He's moved away from the larger bonfire, wanting to avoid most of the people drunk on their own stupidity, and when he's in an open enough space, Rune casts a spell. It's for fire, naturally, but the color of it is a soft blue, meant to warm and soothe. Then, he gets to work carving out a circle in the sand with a stick just a few feet from where the fire burns on nothing but air. Usually, he doesn't need a physical representation, and yet, he finds the act surprisingly calming, a reminder of his days as a child when he was first learning how to use magic. It's easy to get lost in the rhythm of it, only making the circle large enough for a few people if anyone wanders close enough to look at what he's doing.

Then, without a word, without casting, Rune simply sits in the center of it with his legs crossed and looks out at the ocean.

Any interruption is met with a soft silence at first, distracted by his own thoughts and how much he misses home. Not for the sake of home, necessarily, but because of certain people there. A certain person. His fingers flex, and the movement off to the side catches his attention, turning his head to look at whoever might be standing there. ]

Do you need something? [ The question isn't bitter, just tired. ]

WILDCARD.

[ open to just about any other prompt but mostly testing the waters. m/m or m/f, though good luck with any of that without some "help". if you want to discuss something, feel free to pm me and i can write a starter! will also match style! ]

Arrival

[vicissitudinal]

[Please stop scaring away the crabs he's catching, it does make it take longer for him to fill the bucket and Exxis is trying to catch as many crabs as possible. Still, he'll trying to be polite.]

Currently, the beach is over run with crabs and they are paying us for catching them. Generally, you've been kidnapped to an alternate dimension.