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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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Yes, I've noticed, Felix. Thank you for reminding me.
[ look man, she's been ignoring and trying to forget about it for the past hour or so, focusing mainly on how delicious the food are despite its, well, shape. and of course, he simply had to point it out to her.
she sighs, pushing away any lingering thoughts about the food and instead turning to him to ask who else is on the island when her eyes land on his clothes. an eyebrow rises as she takes another bite of her corndog. ]
What are you wearing?
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...Except that she did, and so Felix casts a quick glance down at his attire before looking right off to the side.]
It was given to us, [he snaps, one hand going right to his hip. Defensive!] I didn't see the point in wearing it, but Sylvain insisted.
[Sylvain was pumped about matching, because he is a foole—and Felix gave in, although whether he did so to shut Sylvain up or to snag some free food, well? No one will ever know. Don't @ him. Anyway, enjoy this oh-so Felix-y huff.]
I suppose he'll find one for you, as well.
[Get hype!]
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hearing that it's sylvain's idea somehow doesn't surprise her. of the four of them, he's the one who'd jump into this sort of ideas with enthusiasm and bulldoze through everyone else's opinions while felix is often the unfortunate victim who has to deal with it. no, she doesn't envy him at all. ]
No, thank you. I'm quite content with what I'm currently wearing.
[ never mind that wearing her armour is quite stifling in this heat and humidity.
ingrid smiles widely when the metal vendor thing hands her the spun candy on a stick, gesturing for another one for felix. he better eat it, or else. ]
So you're here and Sylvain's here, too. Does that mean His Highness is also around?
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Of course he is.
[Unfortunately is unspoken, but clearly implied—though it isn't as strong a sentiment as it once was. Winning the war helped; Felix is coming to terms with... things.]
So is Annette, along with others from the Alliance—and the Empire. [A pause, then, before Felix looks back, finally deigning to fully face her so he can gauge her reaction.] Edelgard is here.
[Welcome to sex island, Ingrid. Is she dead in your timeline, too... something fun to ponder before that robot holds out its newest creation to Felix, who promptly looks Offended.]
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the one thing she didn't expect was people coming back to life. ]
Are you sure? [ her forehead creases at the news, briefly forgetting to force felix to take that candy now, don't waste food in front of her pls.
she's not entirely sure which is more concerning: dimitri on this island, or edelgard somehow alive despite all their efforts. after all, she was there when the emperor was struck down, a lifeless corpse at their feet. ] That's impossible, Felix. We all saw her dead.
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But while his expression noticeably tightens, he's aware that the truth... is impossible; Ingrid is well within her rights to doubt him, and so he will attempt to be patient. For her.]
I know what we saw, Ingrid. [A beat to let that terse statement sink in, because oh, we are using Names now. We are Serious.] And yet I've spoken with her here. It's her.
[He doesn't look happy about it, but better to direct his glare to the robot, who asks him, quite politely, if the treat is to his satisfaction. Can he will a thing to explode... he sure would like to find out, but instead, directed back Ingrid's way:]
...Take it. You asked for it.
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people don't just come back from the dead. the professor was one thing five years ago, but that's because they weren't dead at all—only presumed to be dead. and even then, there was no body to be found, which made the possibility of the professor being alive a 50-50 chance.
edelgard's corpse was there to be seen by all of them. she was dead, and that's not something anyone could change. ]
If it is her—if Edelgard is indeed alive, then what does that mean for the war? And the Empire? [ her frown deepens, her gaze lowering to the ground. how she hates this feeling, dread creeping and settling in. ] Do we need to fight again when we return home?
[ she'd really rather not go through that mess again, ingrid thinks as she glances up and throws him a pointed look. it's your candy, felix, take it. ]
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And yet it's Ingrid he's dealing with. Ingrid. Someone he cares for so, so deeply, which is why, after a second's hesitation, he turns back to grab that disgusting candy. The shit he does...]
Obviously. If we find her there.
[Spoken somewhat tersely, because while he isn't going to complain about it, even Felix doesn't relish the idea of more war. They're all exhausted, all tired of watching others fall around them—but at the end of the day, they'll do what needs to be done, if it needs to be done. And maybe it won't, because as Felix shifts back around, trying to decide if he should hold this thing out for Ingrid to take or if she'll smack him for it:]
We may not. There are other worlds, [he supplies, somewhat awkwardly. Uncertainly, because is that the right way to phrase it? Hmm. His back stiffens.] The others from them... remember things differently. I don't know. Ask Sylvain.
[Felix isn't dumb, but Sylvain is definitely Smarter.]
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but she can tell what felix is trying to say, even with his few words. it's their duty as nobles and knights to bring peace to their people and protect them. they'll fight if they have to, if they need to no matter how exhausted they are of the war. no one else would, after all.
and nope, he's keeping that candy. in fact, ingrid pushes his hand back to him before he can make his own decision of offering it to her. besides, she's busy licking her own lollipop. ]
Are you saying that these circumstances will make sense if Sylvain were to explain it than you?
[ wow, that's a huge admission, felix. she's impressed. ]
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...But he can still be rude about it. That just comes standard.]
Hardly. [Maybe? Shut up.] I'm saying that Sylvain has more patience, so save your questions for him.
[It's not a lie! Not really—and also, as Felix once again looks down at this terribly shaped treat he is absolutely NOT going to eat:]
How long do you expect me to hold this for you?
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ingrid tosses him back a pointed stare. because look—he's the one implying that sylvain might have more answers than he does, patience aside. so she's simply making a guess. and it seems that she's partially right, smiling when he goes defensive as he always does. she's glad to know that this island, despite its demands, hasn't changed him one bit.
... then again, if there's anyone between the four of them who would remain constant no matter what, it's felix, isn't it? perhaps that's why a part of her continues to rely on him throughout these years. ]
Until you eat it. [ c'mon, don't be shy. it's not like she hasn't seen him eat before. maybe not food ... in this shape, but. ] It's just candy, Felix.
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You know that I don't like sweets. I'm not eating it.
[So there! He holds her gaze for a second, just to stubbornly drive his point home—and then he's abruptly turning on his heel? Walking the heck away from this booth before the robot can offer him another dick-shaped something.]
If you don't want it, I'm giving it away.
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luckily for him, her hands and arms are currently engaged with the food she's been carrying around and stopping him from walking away becomes a bit of a struggle for ingrid. but she makes do by shifting the candy she's been holding to her other hand so she can reach out and grab him by his toga. ]
If you walk away right now, I cannot guarantee that I won't tug away whatever you're wearing.
[ because that grip of hers on his toga? is tight. so please don't leave her right after they've just met, especially in a place where she's completely out of her element. ] I'll take the candy, fine.