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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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He could stand or sit by the fire until the sun comes up, silently soaking up its heat, but a suuuper pretty girl asks him to dance. He'd hate himself for eternity if tomorrow morning, he was back to his usual ghostly self, and he'd said no. What's the worst that could happen? She makes fun of him for looking dorky? He couldn't care less about that.
And that's good, 'cause he does look dorky. For the first few songs, he's stepping side to side and barely moving his arms, but he gets a little better with a couple of kind pointers. It's crazy, having someone talk to him. Makes this whole wonderful dream more real. He doesn't want the night to ever end. He goes as hard as he can, as long as he can, until he finds he has to wind down. It's been a big day and those tire normal people out.
Ben smiles apologetically at Caroline (they shouted their names at each other) as he starts to break away from the dancing crowd. He needs a drink and a sit and maybe a nap. ]
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the guy she ends up asking to dance moves a little awkwardly, like he's never been dancing before (at least not in a setting like this, she's had enough formal dance lessons to recognize the technique) and she laughs a little before guiding his hands to her waist, letting the music guide them instead of focusing on the steps. they continue like that for a while, and she'd be happy to keep going, but he starts moving away from the crowd a bit, enough for her to recognize he needs a break. she doesn't mind, she could use one, too.
she lets him find a spot on the sand or driftwood benches or wherever and goes back to the bar, asking for a couple of whatever and some water. she receives a couple of ridiculous frozen drinks and two bottles of water, the latter of which get tucked under her arm as she double fists the other two glasses and makes her way back over to ben. ]
I think these things are all they know how to make.
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He's delighted that Caroline comes along with him. She can't have dug his moves too much so maybe it's his energy? He doesn't know and doesn't have to know. It's enough to have good company.
Been peels off the jacket he's been stuck in since he was sixteen and drapes it beside him over the driftwood. As soon as he starts to wonder if he should have been the one to get the drinks, Caroline is back, and she doesn't look at all put off by taking the task upon herself. ]
They're so good though, everything here tastes incredible. [ Manners, Number Six. ] Thank you.
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Yeah, of course. [ she hands him one of them before sitting beside him, opposite of where he's settled his jacket, and then hands him one of the water bottles as well. ] They really do, they're like candy or something. Did you just get here, too?
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Yeah, with my brother. [ It's a party so of course Klaus is making his presence known. Ben nods at him, doing the shit out of the Twist. Okay, Ben now feels slightly less dorky. ] Hippie Jesus there.
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Kind of weird that they'd bring families into this, considering. [ she realizes the second after she says it that that might be insensitive, and she winces. ] Sorry, I don't mean it like that, it's just with the whole reason they brought us here and all, you'd think they'd want people without that kind of connection to each other.
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[ Said like someone who's severely textbook codependent. ] Sorry, I've never had to explain this before. You're actually the first other person I've talked to in [ He has the wherewithal not to say the exact number of years. ] a long time.
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No, it's okay. [ she's guessing he means outside of said brother, and that relationship already sounds really complicated. ] Explain what, exactly?
[ it sounds like she's not the only one who has something to hide, and that's...kind of a relief, actually. ]
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He just hopes Caroline doesn't think he's lying to her because the truth is tops ridiculous. ]
We're both adopted and we were raised with our brothers and sisters as this team, the Umbrella Academy. We all had these weird super powers and our dad wanted us to use them to help people. Klaus's is that he can talk to dead people, and I'm kind of... that. He's the only person who can see or hear me and it sucks.
But here, here everything is different. [ So maybe they're all dead! And it's chill heaven. But it's not his place to philosophize. He's also seen what that gets you. ]
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if he's being honest with her, she should return the favor. she knows this, and yet it still takes her a minute. she downs about half of her fruity slushy whatever before she makes he attempt. ]
I'm kind of that, too. [ dead, but she doesn't think she has to clarify. ] I was murdered by my friend's...well, they call her a doppelganger. She made me into a vampire.
[ which kind of gives the whole 'maybe they're all dead' theory more credibility and she doesn't really want to think about that. but she remembers dying pretty vividly and has almost died a few times since, so she'd like to think she'd remember it happening again, for good this time. ]
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A vampire? He honestly doesn't care if she's making fun of her yet doesn't think she is. She looks as taxed as someone admitting a difficult truth. Doing that is a lot harder than lying. ] I'm sorry that happened to you, Caroline.
[ And if she is pulling one over him, his sincerity ought to beget some guilt. Until proven otherwise, he'll proceed under the assumption of innocence. ]
Can I ask you something, one dead person to another?
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Thank you. [ it's soft and a little sadder than she'd like it to be, but they are talking about death. ] I'm sorry it happened to you, too.
[ then he asks if he can ask her something, and her brows lift in curiosity. ]
Yeah, of course. What is it?
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He holds out his cocktail in case she'd like it, since he hasn't had any. (He's not sure if there's alcohol in it and it seems uncouth to ask now.) ]
You don't have to answer if you don't want to. But do you ever wonder what it'd be like if you died died? Moved on? [ He's not as afraid of going into the light as he was at sixteen. By that same token, he hasn't asked Klaus to help him find it again. He's curious what someone in a similar situation might feel about it, the arrested development they're in. Sure, he's aged for some reason, but his experiences and memories are all secondhand. It's not actual living. ]
cw: murder by smothering, blood consumption.
I don't know. [ she hadn't really been sure what was happening as it was happening, no one had explained it to her. there was katherine hovering above her and instructing her to pass along her message before shoving a pillow over her face. there had been struggling, gasping for air, and then blackness. then she'd woken up, hungry for something she couldn't put a name to until she smelled it, thick in the air, that wouldn't be sated until she consumed it.
would she have made the same decision if she'd known what was going on? ]
I guess I haven't.
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Well, if you ever do, try not to be too hard on yourself. [ His tone carries the weight of experience. ]
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I'll try. [ she takes one more sip, then sets the glass carefully in the sand. ] Can I ask you a question now?
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Yeah, I mean, it's only fair. Go ahead. [ He has a sip of water just for something to do with his hands. ]
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[ she pauses to take a breath, then a drink of her water. ]
So like - you didn't freak out when I told you what I was, but what are you, exactly? You said you had powers, and that your brother was the only one who could see you, and I've never heard of that being a thing before.
[ granted, there's been a lot that was kept from her. but his version of unusual sounds like a whole new version of unusual. ]
I'm sorry, is this too much?
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No, no, it's okay. Most people know about us back home because we were kind of famous. [ Fully not a brag. Allison is the only one of them who can handle fame even a little. ] Nobody knows why exactly but we were all born on the same day. Out of nowhere. Like, our moms weren't even pregnant. Seven of us were adopted and brought up together. All our powers are different.
Our brother Luther is super strong. Klaus can summon the dead. I, uh... I have this portal in my body. I open it and a monster comes through. [ A self-effacing expression, mouth flattened. If not crappy compared to the others, it is at the very least highly situational. ]
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well, she definitely wouldn't have wanted to get murdered for it.
she listens to him, eyebrows raising a little at the story. it sounds a little nuts to her, mostly the whole 'our moms weren't pregnant before they gave birth to us' thing, but they go really wide at the monster coming through a portal in his body detail. ]
Like what kind of monster? [ she's a little curious to know if that's how he died, but it doesn't feel right to ask. ] Can you still - can that still happen if you're dead?