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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 |
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?
also slides in late with tequila
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.