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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 |
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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. ]
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We've both got the same taste, so hey, I'm not going to say no.
[ Donuts or dick? HMMM much to think about. ]
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Klaus clasps his hands together in a way of saying thanks and takes stride alongside her, escorting to the nearest dick donut stand. God, this place was weird, but it was sort of like heaven for him. ]
Maaaaaaybe something with a little less frosting?
[ He sees her struggling there. ]
Oh, personally, I'm gonna get cream filled. I mean, for no other innuendo reason whatsoever. Absolutely not.
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His next comment has her practically grinning from ear to ear. ]
You like getting cream filled, huh?
[ They have so much in common already its astounding. She's also trying very hard to not start cracking up. ]
You're making this really, really too easy by the way.
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Who doesn't like getting cream filled?
[ He's paid for his and lingers by to buy Sombra's. Taking a gentle bite out of the tip, he speaks with a lower tone. ]
Well. That's kind of how it goes with me. It's just so easy being easy.
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(Whoa, is that a mango filling? She didn't know you could do that with donuts.)
Her eyes meet his. ]
Just how easy we talking about? I know the name of the game out here, and I'm willing to play if it gets me what I want.
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He can't really look away, but he does idly take a bite out of his treat after he's paid for her order. ]
What is it you want?
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[ Because as she takes another bite and licks her lips clean of the cream filling she comes to realize these things are ridiculously good. The island seems kind of shoddy otherwise, so if she can find a good meal, she'll take it.
And speaking of: ]
Then, if I'm still hungry, how about a taste of your donut? And I am talking about dick this time.
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[ He seems pretty thoughtful. There's tons of stuff he could unpack on her here. He could talk about his ability to commune with ghosts— even manifest them into existence. He could talk about how he time traveled and served in Vietnam for almost a year. He could talk about how his brothers and sisters were supposed to stop the apocalypse. There's a lot of information packed into that brain of his, though veiled by a haze of drug consumption and trauma.
As far as this place goes, though? He doesn't really have much information and doesn't seem interested in finding out more information. He seems entirely apathetic about finding a way home unlike some of the people here, so there's not point in finding out information. So he settles on the most pointless response, though leans in very close, very serious: ]
I once wore a sarong to a fraternity party.. and got a shit ton of phone numbers.
[ Alright. ]
Also, if you plan on.. interrogating me before you suck my dick, I'll have you know the last time that happened it was a roaring good time. I enjoyed the waterboarding part the most.
[ There is a small smile that returns, though. He's down to clown. ]
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Still doesn't mean she has to walk out of here empty-handed. ]
Dios mio, what do you take me for? Someone that works for an illegal, wanted underground organization that operates as a terrorist group?
[ Not wrong. ]
Nah, I think I like you too much to be into the torture thing. I'd break a nail.
[ Speaking of, she drags them across his beard, scratching a bit affectionately. She does like them scruffy. ]
If I had a number, I'd give it to you for the way you're rocking the toga, but instead how about you find us a place for me to blow you?
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[ Nothing really bothers him anymore. He just kind of.. goes with whatever happens to him at this rate. So, even if she is telling the truth, he seems pretty apathetic over the fact he's fooling around with someone who is potentially dangerous. His whole family is dangerous, after all, and he loves them all very much.
Anyway, his Spanish pronunciation is rather good. He was forced to learn at least 7 languages as a child, but Spanish is the one he retained the most.
Klaus practically melts in her hand when he's touched, though. It's he little things like this that really get to him. His voice is rather soft when he speaks again: ]
What is... here not okay?
[ RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A FESTIVAL, sure. He's half joking, half serious. ]
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Impatient. [ One more scratch under his chin for good measure before the touch is suddenly gone. ]
Well, it's as they say, "when in Rome".
[ Apparently the Romans sucked dick in public then because she is definitely dropping down to her knees and flipping up the fabric of his toga. Hi, hello, welcome to sex island. ] Honestly you're a lifesaver. There was way too much sugar in those donuts for my liking. Girl needs a palate cleanser, you know?
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Anyway, he doesn't know this woman's name and she seems so eager to comply; it's really been awhile since he's met someone like this. Probably before rehab, he can't remember.
His breath hitches and he seems suddenly panicked. ]
Wait! Wait, wait.. wait.. please.
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[ He says right as he starts putting a sizeable bite in his mouth. Charming. He'll make it quick, though, he just doesn't want this to go to waste. Surely she'll understand. ]
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now she doesn't know if she's more or less pissed off. She lets the flap of toga fabric fall over his legs again while she sits there, arms on her knees, clearly Not Okay with waiting. ]
If you don't finish in five seconds you can suck your own dick.
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Well, I'fve nefver tried, but..
[ He is flexible. Anyhow, the rest of the pastry goes down his throat and licks any remaining sugar off of his fingers before looking down at her with a rather satisfied smile. ]
Okaaay. Ready, now.
[ Klaus has no intention of putting any effort of control in his situation, but he does place his hand on her head. She's rocking a side cut, but he makes sure not to touch any of the.. computery parts? He thinks? They could be delicate and he can't have her bluescreening in a moment like this. ]
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(Would auto-fellatio count as an oral square?? I have Questions) ]
Qué vergüenza. You ever learn not to talk with your mouth full?
[ Of course she doesn't care, she's just teasing. The hand on her head makes her pause, waiting to see if he'll try to be forceful but apparently no such behavior follows, so Sombra gives an exasperated sigh and flips up the toga again, hand already kneading at what it reveals, underwear or not. Don't worry, she is very careful with her nails. She peers up at him expectantly. ]
Touch, but don't pull. You've got to earn that right first. Think of this as a sampler.
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i can't believe i've done this
i can and i love it
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slides in fashionably late 2 festival (let me know if you need an edit for their background!)
mccree knows sombra. not well, not beyond the fact that she's a thorn in his side, and that she's associated with talon despite her veneer of being 'friendly'. he's run into her before; they don't get along.
but he still wouldn't wish this island on her, so when she stares him down and bites on the fake dick, he sighs. ]
It'd be more threatenin' if you weren't a pipsqueak, senora.
[ it's not a ministration; he's absolutely using the title that insults her more. he ambles over to her, trying to look intimidating despite being dressed in a red and gold toga, still wearing his cowboy hat... and his gun belt. ]
When the hell'd you get here?
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I come and go as I please. What, I gotta tell you my schedule? You're not my dad.
[ She gives a little nudging kick at his ankle, like a child meeting their annoying sibling. ]
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the comment about not being her dad gets him snorting. he'd say he's old enough to be - but he doesn't actually know how old she is, so he bites his tongue.
and, like a sibling, he kicks back at her with his bare foot, harmless. ]
Ain't interested in being your papi either way. But I'm pretty sure you didn't decide to up and take a vacation here, am I right?
[ he gives her a knowing look. ]
No one did, so you don't gotta hide it.
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You've got this all figured out then, don't you? How 'bout you share with the class then?
[ Because it'll be easier to drill information out of someone she knows. Trusts? Questionable. ]
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Same as the rest of us I imagine. You got whisked away here, they gave you a bracelet and a run down on what we're expected to do, then set you loose. Which in your case, means trouble for the rest of us.
[ half teasing, half serious with that. ]
The why and how's above my pay grade.
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[ Really the issue here is that this is a shitty run down island so she'll have to get her hands on that Augur thing as soon as possible once her goddamn hacking gets fixed. Piece of shit Augur probably put her out of commission, she tried messing with the bracelet and nothing happened. She's not allowed to have any fun. Yet. ]
Who's going to get mad at me for slacking? Gabe? From beyond the shadows? [ She wiggles her fingers, all ghost-like. ] I promise I'll be on my best behavior, pinky swear.
[ Look, she's even offering him her pinky. ]
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[ he doesn't think she's a good person, no, but mainly money motivated? absolutely. he's sure her curiosity will get her into enough trouble, which is more what he meant, but she does tend to look out for herself first, every time he's spoken to her. information is her currency after that.
the mention of gabe does get him glancing away to the side. it's less because he's looking for the man and more because mentioning it still hurts a little, especially with his conversation with apollo still fresh in his mind - an old wound. but finally he looks back at her, and her offered pinky. ]
What, are you 12?
[ he's still reaching up with his metal arm to hook a pinky around her. ]
Now we just both look silly.
[ he drops his hand. ]
I ain't askin' you to behave, either. Like I said, I'm not your daddy.