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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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I was the Gundam's pilot, aboard the White Base.
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For a moment, Garma is perfectly still, his face the same mask of politeness it was before - his brain simply refuses to compute what was just said, because it's a little too bizarre even in these circumstances.
The... Gundam's pilot...? On the White Base...? Garma has the White Base in vivid memory, just in front of him before it all goes hot and loud and there is nothing anymore. He doesn't manage to ram it, he knows this now, but it's still... ]
You-- you dare approach me? After all you've done??
[ ... yes, this is hypocritical, but still. ]
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If you want to bear grudges, I can match you step for step. You couldn't have known this, but the White Base was crewed entirely by children when you attacked us, because Char's attack on Side 7 already killed all of the adults.
That was war, and for me, it was a very long time ago. Now that we're here, we need to survive, and we're not going to do that if we're lying and holding onto petty grudges.
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[ Just saying - in a very stilted voice, because he wants to remain in control and not lose his cool. He represents Zeon and he can't afford this kind of nonsense. ]
So you will have to understand that the war is far from a distant memory to me - and even if it were, my loyalty to Zeon extends beyond convenience and proximity.
If you are implying that I need your alliance to survive, you will find yourself sorely mistaken.
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I have the latest Gundam with me. Sooner or later, you'd find out about it. I'd rather not waste time rehashing a war that has nothing to do with this world.
I'm willing to set the past aside and cooperate, but I'd be satisfied if we could agree to a ceasefire.
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A temporary ceasefire is... acceptable.
[ He pauses for a moment, hand in his hair as he thinks it over further. ]
So long as I do not see you meddling in Zeon business or putting us and our allies into disgrace with unrelated parties from this world, I will not take action against you.
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[Which is as much of an agreement as he'd hoped to come to. He turns to leave the man to his thoughts, but hesitates before walking away.]
However you might feel about me, we're both refugees from the same world. That means we have more in common here than we might like to admit. We have the same enemy- these machines that have dragged us here to bend us to their will. Try not to forget that.
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[ And he wants to believe so badly that there could be a way for him to go back, but he knows that all that awaits is a world in which everyone he's ever loved is dead. A future set in stone, confirmed by three people here who lived it... ]
I hold no love for these machines, but they are the only thing chaining me to existence. We are not the same. Our goals to not align.
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[He didn't want to acknowledge it, but the proof is standing in front of him. If this dead man can be standing here speaking to him, than what happened at Axis... No, it's actually obvious.]
That doesn't mean I'm willing to let a machine control my fate. You should ask youself the same question.
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Oh? Is that so?
[ He sounds very full of schadenfreude. As much as Garma may be the most moral of the Zabi, sometimes... ]
The universal century does not treat its war heroes well, it seems.
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It treats some of them far too well, still.
[ Char. He's talking about Char. ]