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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.

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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.

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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!

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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!

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N A V I G A T I O N

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[ Sir. Señor. Goodness that is quite an opener. Sombra's cheeks puff up as she restrains her laughter, thumb brushing over her lips to get rid of some extra icing and sprinkles. There's a bit too much of it for her liking, makes the donut a bit messier than necessary, but if she's going to be offered free food from an admittedly good looking guy she's gonna take advantage of that asap. ]

We've both got the same taste, so hey, I'm not going to say no.

[ Donuts or dick? HMMM much to think about. ]

_{[ A mystery to be solved. Klaus is a little partial to just straight up cock instead of donuts, but hey, we don't need to specify here. Even if he has a heavy preference for men, he can appreciate women too. I mean, who wouldn't want to appreciate Sombra? Yeah, exactly. He doesn't look like it, but he's mostly fluent in several languages, Spanish being one of them (not by his own choosing, but it was either learn the language or get punished, so.) Perhaps she can critique him if they decide to speak in that language, but for now....

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.

[ The stand in particular seems to have a wider arrangement of donuts, but of course, all in their chubby dick shapes. There's even some mini ones though, and what appear to be donut holes. Lonely balls without their shaft, how sad.

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.

_{[ It is sad, and maybe Sombra sees him frown comically when his eyes stop to look at the donut holes, but yeah. He does reach out and get himself one that he is knows is cream filled. Delighted, he responds: ]}

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.

[ Ooh this is so much fun for her. Sombra waits before she reaches out to trace a long-nailed finger over a regular glazed donut, from the base all the way to the tip where she presses down and some of the filling oozes out just a bit. Of course, she isn't here to waste food so she picks it right up as her choice, swirls a fingertip over the hole with the filling then slips it into her mouth to taste.

(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.

_{[ He didn't know he could get hot and bothered by a donut, but also, he's gotten hot and bothered by stranger things before, so..
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?

Information, obviously. Whatever you've got. After that... another donut.

[ 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.

Information.. let's see.

_{[ 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. ]}

[ She just gives a slow, owlish blink, then laughs playfully. Honestly she wasn't expecting much. He must be about as new as she is, or just playing stupid. Either way she'll get what she wants either from him or someone else.

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?

Siiiiii señorita. But, you know, it wouldn't be the worst thing I've come across. Try badass time traveling hitmen.

_{[ 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. ]}

[ Now excuse her, why is she not hearing more about time traveling hitmen? Because that is definitely to her interests. But also, she's got this man melting into putty in her hand and a bingo card burning a hole into her shiny new wristband, so when it comes down to topics of interest, the one that'll get her settled in this wasteland is what gets priority number one first. ]

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?

_{[ The time traveling hitmen were traumatizing— that's why. Though, through all that he's been through, he does seem rather open to discuss things.. even the most unpleasant things.
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.

... Let me finish my donut first.
_{[ 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. ]}

[ Fuck, are you kidding her? There is no way he's getting weird about this now. She even let him change his mind on the location if he wanted to! Ugh, men. Honestly Sombra's willing to disregard his complaining before he brings up the donut and

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.

_{[ It's all in his mouth now, cheeks puffing slightly, bu he tries to speak anyway: ]}

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. ]}

[ Not that she wouldn't mind at least watching out of curiosity's sake, I mean, the entertainment in seeing him try to contort like a pretzel would be good, but that's not going to get her bingo slot filled out.

(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.

Well, if think really hard about it, I can recall a few times I was slapped with a butter knife for talking with my mouth full at the dining table, but so I guess I try not to think about it much.

_{[ In any case, he's not wearing any underwear underneath, so that does make it quite the easy access. He assists by holding up his garment with his free hand and does as he is told, loosening his touch on her. Sombra will find he's rather obedient unless the mood is set for him to be bratty. He can tell she's not in the mood for that.

The first few touches earn some hitch breaths, but he's not going to be vocal about it. Yet. ]}

Tell me about your broken home after. —or now, since I won't be listening anyway.

[ She is such a catch. But just to prove she's not here to be an entirely cold-hearted bitch she gives a little kiss to the tip then laves her tongue over him, hand wrapped around the length as she strokes him. Probably not great to do this dry but she doesn't have anything with her

except for the jelly-filled donut she is still holding onto in the other hand. Her eyes flicker up to his face as she smirks. ]

You allergic to mango?

I'd rather not.

_{[ It's a pretty sucky life, back at home. Abusive father. Ghosts haunting him day in and day out. War PTSD. Then there's also the impending apocalypse.. two of them, actually. It's no wonder he's pretty happy to be somewhere else.

A little pain doesn't hurt Klaus, as funny as that sounds. The dry friction gets a hitch in his breath— he actually loves pain, but things do go a lot smoothly when something slippery is applied. Sombra's lips are as nice feeling as they look (she just looks so kissable— it's not often he thinks that so quickly of a woman) and he's a little sad he didn't get to kiss them before they decided to go somewhere else.

He lets out a steady breath and understands where she's going with her question. ]}

Oh, no.. only dairy. Puh-lease, go right ahead.

[ They can have their extra fun without the depressing backstory talk another day, right now, Sombra has work to do. This is probably the only time she'll ever condone the abuse of food in this sort of scenario because as an orphan having grown up on the streets of Mexico this is a definite faux-pa, but it's what happens when you don't have lube at hand. It's a shame she doesn't have a food play square.

She gives a nice, firm squeeze of the donut, the filling oozing out of the hole at one end. As she accumulates it all in her free hand she gives it one last fleeting taste, then

well she is pretty much going to give him a donut filling handjob I don't know how the fuck else to explain this what the fuck is this tag. ]

_{[ I do, but if I count this for a food thread, that will make three of them.
It isn't the strangest thing to happen to Klaus— in public, no doubt— but even if it was, he wouldn't mind. He loved new things; new surprises.

Nevertheless, the jelly does provide a smoother sensation (he's not opposed to being handled dry, either, though it's a different kind of like. He gives her a noise of approval and ruts into her hold— easy movements at first.

And, well, he's pretty much going to get a donut filling handjob. At least until she decides to use her mouth again. He'll at least taste a little sweeter.

A little breathless, he laughs lightly. ]}

Iiiii don't think I'll ever see donuts the same way ever again, but I honestly, this is much better than my first impression of them.

[ ~~Three for one! It's like Christmas for you. Feliz navidad 🎄~~

Sombra has done a lot of bizarre shit in her lifetime, but this probably takes the cake. Even she can't help but laugh along with him as she strokes the sweet smelling jelly filling up and down his length, fingers tightening on the up stroke. There's a benefit for the both of them, really: Klaus gets some creative lube and Sombra actually gets to enjoy the taste of a dick for once.

She gives a long lick of the tip, swirling to gather some of that filling on her tongue. Shit, that's really good. No wonder they make flavored lube. ]

It's either this or you literally fuck a donut, but then I wouldn't even have to be here, right?

[ Sombra grins as she laughs one more time then wraps her lips around the head of his cock, stroking the rest of him in her hand. ]

You're talking like I wouldn't literally fuck a donut.

_{[ He would, he just hasn't had the opportunity arise to him to do something like that yet. ]}

Besides, the scenery here is just... a loooooot prettier with someone like you around.

_{[ Don't mind Klaus just lifting his hand and waving a few fingers at some robots that pass by. Nothing to see here.
Though, Sombra's movements feel a lot better with the slippery make shift lube. The consistency is a lot thicker than something you'd find at the drug store and makes for a different sensation, but Klaus likes it, and is pretty vocal about liking it. He groans as she pumps him, hips rocking steadily into her grasp and into her mouth when she takes him in, but he's considerate enough to be easy, drawing just the right amount of stimulation he needs from her.

A few more moments of this, though, and she'll feel him moving a bit impatiently, breath drawing ragged. ]}

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