TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

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TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

Arrival This time, you come out of the water. While the Augur reboots, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy draws people in. It's like being suspended between realities and walking through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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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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.

[bearcat]

[ korra's expression shifts to one of mild concern, and she lets out a sigh: ]

Please tell me there's other stuff to do around here.

[stripsearch]

So, I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is that yeah, there totally is.

[Rise says, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning forward, her tone a little teasing. She's getting used to it, for better or for worse.] The bad news is that it's pretty much all like this.

Not a fan of random penises everywhere, I take it?

[bearcat]

[ well, that's... that's good to know, korra supposes, and she lets out a s i g h. ]

No, it's not that. [ the 1920s were a really horny decade no matter how you look at it, but even then it was never this explicit. ] Everyone needs a little variety in their life.

[ plus like... korra's big on personal freedom and it would be really!!! nice!!! to just CHOOSE to do this instead of having it be expected of you, and the more korra thinks about it, the more annoyed she gets. being respectful of another culture is one thing, but that road goes both ways. ]

[stripsearch]

[Been there, Korra. Seriously.] Well... if you're looking for other body parts, you can probably find those with a little bit of looking?

[She pauses, and her tone turns a little more sympathetic.] No, seriously-- it's a lot. I get how you feel.

I'd say "you get used to it," but I don't think that'd really make you feel any better.

arrival;

[seerings]

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

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

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

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

[bearcat]

You think so?

[ the material doesn't look much heavier than anything korra's used to dealing with — asami's dresses are often made of heavy silk whenever she's going somewhere fancy. knitting her eyebrows together, korra, noticeably dry despite the fact that she too just pulled herself from the waves, steps forward to the other woman and pokes at the skirts. very heavy now that they're waterlogged, sure, but nothing she can't deal with. ]

I dunno, seems easy enough to me.

fire;

[occulti]

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

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

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

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

I'd be absolutely honored to.

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

[bearcat]

[ damn right you would, klaus!! who needs alcohol when you've got an exciting dance and a warm night colored by a bonfire? ]

Great! Let's go!

[ despite her rough handling, it's just korra's enthusiasm running away with her, and klaus could easily break free from her grasp if he wanted to. sand kicks up at her feet, and the toga she's still wearing is fluid around her legs. for a few moments she'll let herself get caught up in the motion of people around them before she finally laughs and gets close enough to klaus to ask: ]

Been here long?

[occulti]

<sub>[ Look, okay. He’s concerned about his family cause he hoped plopping into a new place would bring them together again. It’s been what seems like forever since he has seen them.

But fine. A dance it is.

He doesn’t mind being rough handled, actually preferring that (scandalous) but when he does have a chance he does break free to do his own thing. His own thing is a smoothly executed “twist” cause that seemed to be all the rave in Dallas, 1963, right now. ]</sub>

Ooooh, no no. I mean, I got here a few days ago, but I’m kind of getting used to ending up in places I don’t belong at this rate so I just roll with it.

You? Are all the women where you’re from as strong as you?

_{[ Cause sign him up if that’s the case. ]}

[bearcat]

[ with brow furrowed in thought as she absorbs what klaus tells her, korra falls into step with him, easily picking up the style of dance. ]

Sort of? [ she laughs a little, reaching her hands forward to klaus's to take, if he'll let her. ] But I've been in training since I was four — it's kind of a big deal.

[occulti]

_{[ Yes, he will take the hands cause hand holding is his jam, man. Though, he shifts the kind of dance and brings her in close, but also switches to hold her shoulder and hand instead of holding her waist. ]}

Do I know a thing or two about training since age four! Tell me about them, though. Your training. Your world. Yadda yadda.

Oh, also, you should lead, ‘cause I just think it would go a lot better if you did.

_{[ Klaus Hargreeves. Obliterating gender stereotypes since 1989. He hopes she knows how to lead. ]}

Fire

[waswrongtoo]

[The woman Korra calls out to raises her head, white hood falling back. Summer smiles brightly, and laughs as she allows the younger woman to sweep her into a dance.]

It seems I can't resist. [She's only teasing, of course, and the bright smile on her face makes it clear as she easily steps into the beat, allowing Korra to lead.]

Are you always this direct, or should I feel special?

[bearcat]

[ a laugh escapes as she slips into easy motion with the music, hands pulling back at her hair to fix her wolftails. ]

I've never been good at subtlety, [ she grins, ] but that doesn't mean you shouldn't feel special.

[waswrongtoo]

And charming, too! How lucky am I?

[Silver eyes sparkle with delight and mischief as Summer laughs. Oh, she likes this girl.]

I'm Summer Rose. What can I call you?

[bearcat]

Korra, [ she offers, somewhat breathless. no last name, just... korra! the flames of the fire beside them seem to dance in time with their movements, and korra lifts a hand to push some hair out of her face. ] How long have you been here?

day 2

[fortune500]

... Naga?!

[ Asami's always held hope that she would find one of her friends in the crowd of new arrivals, because as awful as this place might be, she missed their company terribly. The last thing she expects is to see Korra's polar bear dog, though. She's careful not to have too much hope, since it isn't unheard of that the Augur would summon pets here.

She approaches Naga, quick to lean down and give the polar bear dog an affectionate hug around her neck before pulling back. ]

Hey, girl! What are you doing here? You wouldn't happen to know if Korra or any of the others are nearby, would you?

[bearcat]

[ naga huffs excitedly upon seeing asami, her tail wagging with all the enthusiasm she can muster in her giant form. at korra's name, her ears prick up; her sharp eyes cast over the crowd. the only verbal answer she gives asami is a slight whine: she smells korra, but she hasn't seen her yet.

so instead she'll stuff her big head under asami's arm, snuffling, and then trying to lead her in the direction of korra's scent. ]

[fortune500]

[ Asami has been around Naga long enough to decipher her language, and the thought that Korra might actually be nearby (or at least, something with Korra's scent), makes her heart race with excitement. ]

Yeah? Well, she can't be too far. This city isn't very big, and it's impossible to get off this island.

[ Although, maybe the Avatar could do it. If anyone could, it'd be Korra. ]

Let's go find her, girl.

[ She gives Naga a warm scratch behind the ears before hopping onto her back and hanging on. It's something familiar, something she associates with home, and it immediately brings her comfort. ]

[bearcat]

[ there's only a moment's hesitation — naga tipping her head back to glance at asami — before she takes off through the city. it looks nothing like republic city but the noises and scents are familiar: the whirring of gears from the robots sound like the industrial quarter not too far from yue bay; the ocean and food permeate the air and muddy the trail. if naga was any less of a trained tracker, she might have even gotten lost.

thankfully, she's just that great.

when the two of them cross paths with korra she's in the middle of bartering with one of the shopkeeps at the festival. with no money to her name, korra is trying to offer other services (no not those) in exchange for something to eat because spirits around her, she is starving. it's getting her nowhere. with frustration does korra pull at her face and sigh loudly — only to feel her fingers relax at the sudden beat of pawpads against the city's ground and a familiar awooo! that cuts through the din. ]

...Naga—? [ and then she sees who's with her: ] Asami!

[ forget food. miss sato is far more important, and with a racing heart korra darts towards her two favorite girls, one arm wrapping excitedly around naga's neck while her other hand reaches forward to touch asami's knee. tui's gills, she's real! they both are! ]

arrival.

[unstable]

[ if you were to try to spot the difference between Azula and a drenched cat, you would have a difficult time. her dark hair is plastered to her face, her throat, covering her golden eyes that are half-squinted in anger as she's tended to-- with little fight except from what very well could be a hiss. the only thing keeping her from exploding was the nausea that nearly overwhelmed her, any robots safe from her clutches. for now.

Azula drags her hand through her hair in an attempt to free her gaze from the partial obstruction, only managing to encourage the tangles and make more of a mess. she has to swallow, a disgusting mixture of sea salt and sand that almost encourages her illness, but she keeps it down if only to spit the rest out at the last robot on her stop off the hell beach.

Korra's warm voice forces her to still, hands falling loosely to her sides as she's given up her endeavor to look presentable. after what seemed like an eternity with tiny, metal hands, she didn't know whether or not she wanted to kill or kiss the first real human person she could kind of lay eyes on. because of the hair problem. ]

I believe I have achieved a level of soaked so dense that my bones will not dry out until I've reached old age.

[bearcat]

[ something about this woman seems... familiar? those gold eyes and her sharp, commanding voice — it twists something in korra's chest and she can't quite put her finger on what's bothering her. without azula's signature impeccable hairstyle and fire nation crown, she looks like any other firebender korra would have come across in republic city. she looks nothing like the old pictures that firelord zuko had shared with her when korra was a child. ]

That's a little dramatic, don't you think? [ she smirks a little, stepping forward once the robots finish their task. ] Obviously you've never jumped in the ocean before.

[ reaching a hand out to direct her energy, korra pulls the water from both of the woman's sleeves, letting them ball up in her palms before they splash into the sand at her feet. ]

[unstable]

I much prefer dry land. [ dramatic? would it be wise to start her world-hopping adventure with a bit of violence? maybe, if her stomach wasn't consistently reminding her how much of an awful idea it would be. Azula was entirely in her right to be perturbed. ] Although, I suppose a waterbender wouldn't understand such distaste.

[ her hands return to her hair, slender fingers combing through knots until she can scoop it from her eyes and try to tame it. she recognized the swift movement of Korra's hand and the accompanying loss of water immediately, curiosity taking over merely because she had only expected strangers and not someone even mildly familiar in the loosest sense of the word. ]

[bearcat]

[ hah! korra's blue eyes flash brightly when the woman says that shared word, and an excited grin splits her face.

someone from home! maybe not someone korra had ever met, but that's not surprising — the world was huge. however, the fact that she didn't seem to recognize korra herself gave her a split-second's pause before she shrugged it off. hey, she was extremely sheltered as a child, who is she to judge others for not being on the up-and-up? ]

I prefer fire, [ korra explains, cocky; but fire won't get this new friend dry, so waterbending it is! korra steps around her back, drawing more water from azula's clothing, the fabric billowing with manipulated energy. ] Or air, if I'm in a rush.