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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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ANYWAY. Huh. Being recognized is not at all surprising to Garma on an ordinary day - it's more surprising to be able to go incognito than the other way around. He just didn't necessarily think that people here would know. ]
Well, I am Garma Zabi. If you're from the late Universal Century, you really should.
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Holy shit. Holy shit!
[ Apologies if that offends your delicate sensibilities, Garma. Elle drops her tongs - careful not to upset her crab bucket, though. ]
You're uh... alive. Wow. And here.
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Yes. This is all fine. ]
So it appears. I am as surprised as you are, on both fronts, but who am I to question a continued chance at living?
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[ Yikes! She's glad she's not in his shoes. And, while he's not just a Zeon guy but an actual Zabi, she hasn't heard anything about him being like, say, Gihren. ]
Just gotta make the most of it, even if it's, y'know, here.
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[ Maybe. Mostly his thoughts in the past 24 hours have been composed of 'what the fuck what the fuck' instead of any kind of long-term planning, but he's getting there. The best way to spite Char for murdering him is to live a fulfilled life here, probably. Maybe. ]
Either way, I think it is time you do me the courtesy of a return introduction.
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Ah, right. Elle Vianno. I'm from Shangri-La at Side 1.
[ A rundown hole if there ever was one. ]
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Miss Vianno, then. A civilian, I presume?
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I was actually a volunteer pilot with the AEUG for the past few months...
[ Yeah, she doesn't seem quite like she's all that older either huh? ]
Hopefully that's in the past.
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It is a fair bit in the future for me, still.
[ Not that he is going to get to see it. ]
You are aware of as much of course. I must seem as if I stepped out of a history book.
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They were fighting the guys that were makin' our lives hard, so...
[ Also, food! Money! Air conditioning! ]
If I paid more attention in class.
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[ Unsolicited input from rich people... ]
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[ Not like she minds, but a lot of colonies sure are poorly run. ]
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... and this is why we need to stop the Federation from exploiting the colonies for their own gain, yes.
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I've been on the ground on the edge of a colony drop. Fixing that isn't worth...
[ A deep breath. ]
It's awful and I hate it and it doesn't help anyone.
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The deaths were... regrettable, to say the least, but it was to create a future free of such prolonged suffering as is common in the poorer colonies.
[ Guess who's been eating propaganda for breakfast (or literally any family meal) and has gotten pretty good at mindlessly repeating the drivel? It's Garma. ]
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I'd rather be poor than have to do that anyways, and I'm sure my friends would agree.
[ RIGHT BEECHA?! You better agree if you ever hear this argument somehow. ]
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So Garma goes quiet, for just a moment, because he's never had the conviction he was supposed to have for Zeon's deeds, because he's only been following along with his more capable siblings. ]
... we can hardly be blamed for the failings of the very Federation we opposed.
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[ She doesn't know what you should ACTUALLY do. Elle remembers some vague stuff about how Zeon the guy wasn't all militarized like the Zabis, but it was through a Federation filter that still blamed him. ]
At least I'm surviving the Federation.
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[ And he may or may not be out of arguments. ]
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[ 'Vice versa' mostly added for politeness' sake - he doesn't think killing her would make a huge difference either way. ]
Your dislike of Zeon is noted.
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Exactly. Glad we got that out of the way.