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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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[There are solid reasons to not Just Enjoy It. Garrett kind of waves dismissively.]
Whatever. There are worse ways to go. If you're a demon, you're a damn better actor than any I've ever met before.
[And honestly he's well past caring. Maybe August is a spirit or a demon in this illusion. Maybe he's another person, consciousness here in the Fade while he dreams. Garrett is 90% sure that this place isn't real, but he's also 90% sure that he doesn't give a shit.]
Or I'm dead, the Chant of Light was wrong, and this is what the Maker's bosom looks like.
[It wouldn't be half bad for an afterlife.]
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You're not very demon-y. Most demons would have tripped over themselves with really obvious, over the top denials about it.
[He takes another bite of his Unspecified Food Item.]
How would you know you're not dead? Could have had a freak accident, for all you know.
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[So chill talking about being formerly dead]
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[Not just chill, positively cheerful!]
So, do you always proposition strangers, or just at cock festivals?
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Depends on if I find the stranger interesting. The cock festival didn't hurt, though.
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[They reach a seemingly random abandoned building and Hawke opens the door, inviting August in with a sweeping gesture.]
At least we can make up for that.
[He winks back lewdly. Yes, August, welcome to Hawke's tragic sense of humor.]
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[He grins back, wiggling his eyebrows]
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You come into my home and completely abandon the bespoke innuendo I crafted just for you? Maker's breath, I never.
[Garrett closes the door behind them and gives August an extremely fake snooty look.]
Serah, I am offended, and I demand satisfaction.
[Hehehehehe]
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[He advances on August and crowds him against the wall, caging him in with hands planted on either side of his head, leaning in entirely too close.]
Demand satisfaction.
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And how can I do that, serah? Should I get down on my knees?
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That would be a good start.
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Don't... do that. Please.
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He pulls his hand away and leans away, startled and slightly pissed off at himself for being careless enough to not realize before, and now he's gone and scared this poor guy. Shit.]
Shit. Sorry. Ah...
[The immediate solution to pop into his head is to fall to his knees and look up at August with his very best bedroom eyes.]
Better? Why don't I go first?
[He's honestly nervous now too. It's been a really long time since he's been with anyone, and suddenly things are a lot more... well, real. And he went and scared the poor guy. What's wrong? with him?]
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His fingers move to loosen his belt and pull out his dick]
Yeah. Sure. Go ahead.
problem solving via blowjobs
By the way... [He takes August's hands and brings them invitingly to Garrett's long, near-shoulder-length hair.] Feel free to use that.
[With that fun little invitation extended, Garrett takes August's dick in hand and presses a slow, wet kiss right to the tip. His hand forms a tight grip that almost massages as it works up from the root, his tongue lingering at the slit for a tantalizing moment before swirling slowly around the head.]
the best kind
He lets out a little sigh of pleasure feeling that tongue go to work. For now he just pets Hawke' hair, letting his body relax again and enjoy]
[ooc: btw the month got away from me and I won't be apping in but if you want to do PSLs let me know!]