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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 |
Phoenix Wright | Ace Attorney
🍆 wiener world 🍆
🎊 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
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!))
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Apollo?
[ He can't help but grin, bracing for impact as Apollo runs at him, lifting his arms for what he assumes is an impending embrace. One thing catches his eye as Apollo gets closer- all those crabs now back on their way to freedom. There goes dinner. ]
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Sorry, I didn't think I'd see you before my next trip. But you're here! You're-
[And that's when the full reality of their predicament comes rushing in again, making Apollo cut himself off abruptly, scrubbing a hand over his face. Now he sounds far less enthusiastic.]
Oh. You're here. This really isn't the greatest place to end up, Mr. Wright.
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Yeah, I just uh, washed up the other day. [ Of all the stragglers he has seem in similar situations, he doesn't remember seeing Apollo among them. So what does that mean? ] Wait, so how long have you been 'here', then?
[ As if things weren't strange enough already. Surely he would have heard something about Apollo going 'missing' if they hadn't arrived at the same time. ]
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[Apollo casts a suspicious look at the ocean before looking back to Phoenix, frowning a little. Why did he even need to ask? Sure, Apollo wasn't in the same country anymore, but he thought he was still calling them regularly enough for someone to notice his disappearance. Unless they thought he was just swamped with work... which was a perfectly reasonable assumption, he had to admit.]
It's been about two months now. Prosecutor Gavin showed up last month, and between you and me, I think he's having a tough time with the general lack of luxuries here.
[Then Apollo pauses, because... if he somehow bypassed the normal way that people arrive, then did the robots even know to give the same speech the Augur usually did?]
Did you at least get filled in on, uh, how things work around here...?
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[ Come to think of it, dragging himself out of the ocean as he had the other day might not even be the worst he's experienced. Top 5, maybe. ]
Oh, yeah, they gave me the uh... gist of it. [ He holds up his wrist with the bracelet device, giving it a skeptical look. Sure they had told him, but actually believing it- he still wasn't convinced. Or at least, wasn't letting himself be convinced. ] It's some kind of joke, right?
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[Apollo's face is starting to turn a little red, but he's at least grateful that he won't have to sit down and give Phoenix the whole 'welcome to sex island' talk. That was one silver lining to all of this.]
It's not a joke, though I really wish it was. There's not a whole lot out in the city, so the A5 cards are, uh, one of the few ways we have of requesting resources. The robots and the Augur don't seem to respond to anything else.
[And sure, Apollo managed to make that explanation completely professional, but he's still a little too embarrassed to meet Phoenix's gaze now.]
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[ He twists his wrist, watching the bracelet bounce against it. To think such a thing is really possible- he's not sure if he's in awe or horrified. H-awe-rrified? Of the great number of things he's done to get by this... is certainly something else. ]
I guess it could be worse? [ Could it? He's trying to take it in stride. ] So, uh, any... tips?
[ Wait, he does not like how that sounds. ]
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Uh... okay. There's monsters outside the city, plants that shoot things at you, and we even had zombies come out of the water once, so watch out for those. Sometimes you can find supplies if you look through the empty buildings, but it's not usually in good repair.
[And that was just the more mundane stuff...]
The robots give out canned food if you pester them enough, but it's laced with something, so be careful if you aren't getting food from the greenhouse or another source. Don't bother with the library, there's nothing but porn in it. And, uh... most people seem pretty willing to... you know, help with squares if you need it. So there's that.
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wiener world... nick :')
there could be some irony to seeing the ace attorney phoenix wright in a toga, wrapped in cloth like lady justice herself. klavier himself is the same way, draped in a cream white with his hair pulled into a loose ponytail over his shoulder. it's lost its spiral shape, and he looks less dewy and more tired than his usual rock-star self, but klavier gavin is probably unmistakable anyway—or he would be, if phoenix were paying attention to anything but his collection of dicks.
away they go, a few peppering over the sand when phoenix walks into him. klavier only stumbles backward slightly, but he doesn't seem bothered by it at all. he leans over to pluck them into his hand and then stands tall to meet phoenix, smiling cordially. ]
Herr Wright.
[ he looks at the dicks in his hand. then he offers them back to phoenix, who is just. overwrought. klavier feels a little guilty for enjoying it. ]
Losing your touch at bluffing, are you?
he's just appreciating the culture 😳
There is a painfully long moment where Phoenix just stares at Klavier, saying nothing at all. Yeah, his brain needs a second on this one. ]
Klavier Gavin. [ He seems to have finally collected himself, but in this same moment he also chooses to drop everything he's been carrying like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. What stuff? ] Now what makes you say that?
[ It's difficult to play dumb when the evidence is literally laying at his feet, but that doesn't stop him from trying. ]
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and uh, then phoenix drops all of his dicks. klavier watches it all topple to the ground in a heap, both brows raised. ]
Ah! Careful. [ klavier steps his foot back, letting a small, stray toy slide off of his foot. he looks back at phoenix, still flashing that debonair smile. ]
It was difficult to miss the small herd of fans you corralled earlier.
[ he nods towards the robots nearby, who seem armed and ready to resupply phoenix once their conversation is over. ]
I wonder why they seemed eager to serve you specifically. Perhaps they know something we don't about the great Herr Phoenix Wright and his interests?
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My what?
[ He turns to look over his shoulder, where indeed it seems like the robots don't intend to leave him empty handed for long. Not a great look. He's starting to regret being so enamored by the mere idea of 'free stuff'. ]
Oh, well...a lot of the stuff they have is useful, you know. Just... also phallic.
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[ at least phoenix is owning up to the fact that the penis collection is his, in a way, even if he's also totally ignoring it's presence at the same time. klavier saw them fall out of your arms, phoenix. there's no getting around it. ]
You must have just arrived here, ja? You're certainly acclimating to this place quickly enough.
[ he doesn't seem to have reservations about leaning down to pick up some of the items himself and cradle them in his free arm. ]
But you are correct. I would take any useful items that you can, questionable or otherwise. Most residents here would understand. I will help you take this to where you're staying for the time being.
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Er, well, you know, when in Rome...
[ A bit literally, given the toga. If Klavier is offering to help, he doesn't feel too inclined to continue pretending these aren't thing's he's collected. ]
I've got a tent by the beach, if you don't mind.
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Ah, I see. A similar situation to myself when I arrived here. Lead the way, Herr Wright.
[ and if he seems much more cordial towards phoenix than he might be used to, it's because he is. for klavier he hasn't interacted with him since the end of vera misham's trial—the aftermath of which he felt responsible to address at some point. probably when there aren't dicks in his arms. ]
And while you do so, if you can, tell me what's happened since your arrival. Herr Forehead knows much more of this place than myself, but I'm curious to know what our captors have put you through.
wiener world..........
M-M-Mr. Wright?!
[ She clutches the neck of the snack bag in surprise as she might have done her science purse. While she's wearing the green toga she was given to score free eats, her customary lab coat still sits over it. Give her a moment, she just has to... stare a little. ]
shrieks
Oh, she's still staring. ]
Hey, Ema. [ Play it cool. ] Can you believe they're just giving all this stuff away?
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W-Well... You've always been something of a pushover, I suppose.
[ She'll give him the benefit of the doubt. It's what he did for Lana, after all. She shoulders past her shock and smiles, glad to see him, awkward phalluses and all. ]
And you look great! You're so... groomed!
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[ Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Phoenix. The little jab strangely seems to set him more at ease, and less incredibly embarrassed that he's run into her with an armful of... unmentionables. ]
Oh, uh, thanks? [ He's going to take that as a compliment. ] The toga's actually pretty comfortable, don't you think?
[ This would be a fairly enjoyable conversation, if it weren't for the aforementioned sexual oddities. ]
... I'm gonna put this stuff down now.
[ Smooth. ]
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[ She tucks her bag of shall we say Dickoos underarm and holds her hands out expectantly to share some of Phoenix's burden. Let it be known that in the case of Phoenix v. Penis Hoard, she's on his side. At the very least, she's willing to overlook significant details in his favor. ]
I think togas could stand to be more scientific, but they are comfortable. If haphazard. If a stiff breeze rolled through, I'd start feeling a little nervous.
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... thanks.
[ No sense arguing about it. And she doesn't seem intent on giving him a hard time about it, which is an added bonus. At least now he has a better grasp on what he's still holding, with the added bonus of being able to see better. ]
You're not kidding. I took me a while to figure out how to get it on without it falling right back off.
[ If nothing else, at least he can maintain the dignity of remaining clothed. ]
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In any case, I'm glad you're here. I've been half-convinced I've been living in some kind of chemical-induced fever dream. So, what's your situation? Is there anyone else we know around?
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[ He's til kind of hoping that's the case, even if he's currently just the figment of someone else's imagination. If nothing else it's much easier to take in that this is really real. ]
But I've run into Apollo, and it's heard to think this is all made up after talking to him. Klavier, too.
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