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TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE
| 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 |
Phallus Fest
[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.
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He needs a drink or ten. ]
Oh really? And what does ‘less festive’ look like? A bleak wasteland where all the meat is in even tinier form?
[ He’s got some stuff to air out about these crabs. ]
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Not quite. [He states with a wry smirk.] But you're on the money about the wasteland part.
[What's the best way to describe life on this island? Just a few weeks ago the residents here managed to store up enough energy to get wildlife here and some more food. While Angeal doesn't understand for the life of him why someone would ask for "monsters" to exist, he's at least glad they have better food options now. Trying to survive off of calorie bars and rations was a bitch.]
The crustaceans are a new addition to the ecosystem here. I guess someone was complaining about the lack of seafood.
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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?
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[Some of the requests as of late have been purely aesthetic, so Angeal is surprised anyone asked for seafood in the first place. Then again, the Augur have summoned other creatures onto the island without their knowledge. That's what happened earlier when zombies made out of driftwood suddenly laid siege to the place. Fun times.]
It's not as bad as it once was.
[While things are far from perfect here on the island, things are certainly looking up. However, with progress comes problems. There's been a few setbacks as of late.]
We had a bit of a monster problem around town earlier but you missed all the fun.
[That explains why he never leaves home without his sword these days.]
Consider yourself lucky.
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What sort of monsters? Run of the mill goblins? Wraiths? I’m assuming the local hunters took them out?
[ And he is assuming there are hunters here. Because guys like Angeal don’t carry around giant goddamn swords for the hell of it. They use them and use them well. Trevor is now looking less like a disgruntled beach bum and more like a professional rising to the call of duty.
Being in a strange land to catch crabs is soul-crushing and a downward spiral waiting to happen. Monsters existing means purpose, means a job that needs to be done. ]