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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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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. ]}

TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

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