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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



nightmaric: (⑪)

catherine | catherine: full body

[personal profile] nightmaric 2020-08-18 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I. FEEL THE FRIENDSHIP

Oh, I don't...

[ There's a queasy sort of feeling, seeing all the crabs scattered across the beach--red and creepy crawly, with all those legs, reminds her too much of those pesky little ants she hates so much, enough that her nose scrunches, dancing back a step, and then another, like she might just clear herself a space on the beach where the crabs can move around her, and that will be enough.

Still, there's something called credits in this world that she apparently can use for all sorts of things (or maybe it's just that the robots hadn't quite finished explaining before she had chirped a got it! and ran off) and with her trusty pink bucket, surely it will be as easy as scooping them up and letting them pinch each other once inside? Wrong--one of the little demons chomps down on her finger as she's shaking it into the bucket, and her good mood immediately sours, a shriek of anger as she turns, plaintively, and holds out her hand--]


Did you see what that thing did? Kiss it better.

II. PHALLUS PHESTIVAL

[ She's so used to wrapping herself up in the sheets of her victims that it doesn't take much to get her stylishly tucked into the clean, polka-dotted fabric that comes to where she ends up sleeping, belted with the red ribbon from her dress to at least give a hint to her slender waist, or maybe it's just that it needs that splash of color to make her more excited about the whole thing.

She's got a purple penis lollipop in her mouth, plucked from one of the helpful little robot guys at one of the stalls--they're just so nice here--and she's perusing some of the other goods when she sees someone struggling to make sense at a table full of perverted toys and accessories. Blonde curls bouncing, she tilts her head and offers, with a bright smile--]


Oh, I love that one! Want me to show you how it works?

III. FIRESIDE ADVENTURES

Sorry, spoken for!

[ The sound comes from somewhere within the shadows of the tent--where she's already managed to snuggle herself into the sleeping bag, sleep-weary eyes rubbed over with her fingertips until she can squint at where the tent gaps open. She supposes it's not the worst idea, to have a bit of company; she hasn't had much luck making friends here, and her powers seem woefully absent, enough that it's impossible to warp back or even talk to anyone. Her cellphone doesn't work. And where is Vincent?

So she sits up, bare shoulders that give way to the strapless pink bra she has on--that pesky sheet-dress would just be too hard to sleep in, and too warm even out on here on the beach. Her smile is as wide as it is comforted, a flick of lashes as she pretends to size up her new companion, and then stretches out an arm to beckon them in with the curve of one finger.]


On second thought, I don't mind sharing if it's with you.


WILDCARD.

( tl;dr catherine is a succubus who likes to kill cheating men with nightmares.... however her powers are totally nerfed here, she's just harmlessly horny. so everything is open! m/f or f/f, she's physically 22 but age isn't really an issue. feel free to pm if you'd like to discuss! ♥ )
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II

[personal profile] blackdogstar 2020-08-18 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[In his defense, his confusion doesn't stem so much from what the object he's looking at is for but more from how to make it do that. While some of the things here are a level of tech that borders on magic, some of it still doesn't make sense to this wizard.

He turns to Catherine with a smile and a hand pressed over his heart.]


Please, sweet lady, be gentle with me!

[The glint in his eyes betrays just how gentle she really needs to be.]
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[personal profile] nightmaric 2020-08-20 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
Gentle?

[ There's a brief laugh, almost like a giggle, but she takes the invitation to move closer--she needs her hands, so the candy is abandoned in her mouth, pressed in against the curve of her cheek as she shakes her head, gently, and then moves to cover his hands with both of her own.

Feeling over his knuckles, she eases down against his index finger, using it to press the indicated button--that gets the toy he's got, lingering beneath his palms, going at a relatively low speed. ]


There, like that, see?

[ She perks up with a bright smile, drawing her hands back so that her fingers can curl around the stick of the lollipop.]

Gentle enough for you, sir.
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Friendship

[personal profile] hello_again 2020-08-18 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pyrrha was helping to collect the crabs too. Not really too much for the monetary gain, though she wasn't against it, mainly just for something helpful she could do.

She turned and hurried over when she heard that shriek, wanting to be sure whoever made the noise was okay. As it turned out one the crabs just got a girl she didn't recognize. One much shorter than herself, but it wasn't exactly common for someone to match her 6'0 height.

The request for her to kiss it better caught Pyrrha off-guard.]

U-umm

[She really should say something like "aren't you too old for that?" but Pyrrha was a bit of a push-over and what could it hurt? So she did as Catherine asked, planting a little kiss on her finger. Her cheeks turning a touch pink at having done it.]

Better? Are you a new arrival Miss? If you don't mind holding the buckets I can help you collect crabs.

[She hadn't even been pinched or anything, that was just the kind of helpful person Pyrrha was.]
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[personal profile] nightmaric 2020-08-20 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, the height on this girl is absolutely enormous--and even with her heels, balanced hazardously in the sand, she doesn't think she even comes quite near to where she should; her eyes blink up at her, all round and worried, and stubbornly, she keeps her hand out and angled up, as though to make it easier for the stranger to do what she's asked of her.

The kiss is cute and small and, as she sees it, satisfactory enough, but she draws her hand back against her chest, lips pushed out in a look of obvious dismay. It doesn't look like it will bleed--at least not this time, but she's going to have to be much more careful.]


But then we'll have to share credits, won't we? That's alright, I don't mind if it's you.

[ Teasingly, though she immediately bends to snatch up the bucket, hold it firmly out in front of her and then lean forward, as though to scold all the crabs at their feet--]

We're coming for you! Gonna get all of you!
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[personal profile] hello_again 2020-08-20 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[The tease has her smiling nervously, but she's happy to help her out.]

It should be fine. I've been here for a little while already and I'm comfortable for now.

[Meanwhile she thinks Catherine might need some extra help so she can enjoy the modern amenities she was clearly used to.]

By the way my name is Pyrrha. It's lovely to meet you...?

[She left it open for the other woman to introduce herself, but either way she would hand her bucket to Catherine and get to collecting the crabs.]
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[personal profile] nightmaric 2020-08-23 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Py~rrha. What a pretty name! What does it mean?

[ They've got two buckets, at least, which means more credits--and that means more chances to afford the things that she thinks she might need in this place. Without any of her usual means--and, barring that, without her job--it seems difficult to get by in this strange place, enough that she's grateful for the help.

She brandishes both buckets, one braced on either of her legs, and holds them out invitingly for Pyrrha to collect what she can and drop them inside. She's not quite sure how to best be of assistance.]


Right! My name is Catherine. [ A bright smile. ] I'm really glad to have met you here.
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[personal profile] hello_again 2020-08-23 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you, it means flame colored.

[Pyrrha smiles a little more easily. Catherine seems nice enough, even with the earlier teasing. She's happy to do the work here and just go back and forth between picking crabs up and putting in the buckets.]

I'm glad I was around to help you out. If there's anything else you need let me know, okay? I don't have everything, but I have the basics.

[Helping others was something Pyrrha liked to do anyway and Catherine just seemed like a nice girl who was a regular civilian.]

In fact later I can tell you which apartment building I'm staying in for now in case you need to come over for something.
infiltrar: (ain't goin nowhere)

( friendship )

[personal profile] infiltrar 2020-08-18 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Blonds. That's all Sombra can think, as she just stares at the offered finger, not even a hint of blood. She doubts it'll even bruise. With a heavy sigh she takes the woman's hand in her own, then pats the digit as she recites: ]

Sana, sana, colita de rana. Si no sanas hoy, sanarás mañana.

[ One more pat and she lets her hand go. ]

I've healed you, child.
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[personal profile] nightmaric 2020-08-20 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her lips twitch, curious, but her mouth can barely form the words--whatever they are, though she's tempted to drag her hand out of the woman's grip; she doesn't much like holy words, though they don't quite sound like the type, so maybe she'll be safe from them.

Instead, she draws her hand back once it's finished, waving her fingers curiously through the air as though something should decidedly be different about them. There's nothing new. ]


Are you sure you did it correctly?

[ She takes a careful step forward--and then another, reaching for the woman's hand so that she can clasp it between both of her own, tugging.]

Teach me what it means.
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[personal profile] infiltrar 2020-08-21 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Please don't hold her hand she doesn't like that, only Sombra's allowed to casually touch people against their own will. Now she's the one restraining the urge to yank free from the grasp. If only because she has a willing plaything here to get entertainment from for a few minutes. Sombra lets out a heavy sigh. ]

I'm afraid I can't. The laws of brujeria forbid me to share our secrets. I've taken an oath of silence, as a witch.

[ Sombra you said a children's folk song about a frog........... ]
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[personal profile] nightmaric 2020-08-23 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That sounds definitely fishy--after all, if there's some laws of...whatever the woman said, then why would she even say the chant out loud in the first place?

Her nose wrinkles, and she's tempted to draw her hands back, but she gives the one clasped between hers a very pointed squeeze.]


A witch, huh? So you cast a spell on me?

[ It seems ridiculous--so much so that she's grinning before she can stop herself. Witches, magic... hah. She should be able to spot silly things like that a mile away.]
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[personal profile] infiltrar 2020-08-25 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ugh, can she at least stop holding her hand? But she's having too much fun to show any degree of irritation. Gotta keep the act up. ]

Maybe I did. Maybe it was for your own good. Pretty little girl like you out here getting nipped by a tiny crab. You'll get hurt way too easy if you're not more careful.
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time for the phestivities

[personal profile] lockedon 2020-08-19 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eustace, on the other hand, has forsaken the complimentary toga offered to him by the robots and opted to continue wearing his usual all-black bodysuit-and-armor combo as he scopes out the marketplace. It certainly sticks out amidst all the garish patterns, but he hardly notices the stares leveled at him every so often. (Is it really because he's not wearing the toga though, or is it because of those big fluffy ears on top of his head? Or that big gun strapped to his back - is he just happy to see you?)

Usually his eyes don't linger too long on any one stall - the skimpy swimsuits are of no interest to him, and the penis-shaped lollipops even less so - but his feet stay planted a minute too long in front of one particularly decked-out shop, its selection vast enough to boggle even his mind.

And that's his first mistake.

A woman comes bearing down on him, all bright smiles and sugary words. His ears twitch once. ]


No. I've no need for supplies of this nature.

[ Actually, he looks like he has a stick up his ass from the way he's glaring irritably at everything, so he probably does need one of these toys to help him relax. ]
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[personal profile] nightmaric 2020-08-20 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is not the type of human she's seen very often--if at all, although there are those in the world that adorn those fuzzy headbands and tails and have their play with them; she's tried it a few times, though never really to much satisfaction on her part. His ears move, though, which is unique enough that she lifts a hand, curious, and just barely reaches, standing on her toes, for the tip of one--just to pinch it between her fingernails, wondering, before she drops her hand back down again.

Feels real enough. How cute!

He seems decidedly unhappy to be here, which just means more fun for her, so she nods, solemnly, at his declaration, scanning her eyes out along the table of various toys: if he doesn't need these things, then what could possibly help him? The gun on his back? Isn't he just like, dying in all that leather?

Lollipop in her mouth, pushed to the side, she bats her eyes up at him.]


So what kind of supplies do you need? Pretty sure they've got everything necessary to help you have a good time. What's your fantasy?
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[personal profile] lockedon 2020-08-20 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hey, watch it—

It's not often someone gets the slip on Eustace, but blame it on the outrageous amount of overwhelming stimuli here. Between the ubiqitous dick imagery, the noise, and also the heat of the sun bearing down on him, what's a quick brush of a hand against his ears?

Still. He jerks back, a scowl settling in on his lips. ]


Do you always touch people without asking first?

[ Rude AF, says the guy with Rude Bitch as a middle and last name.

Instead of answering her question - an image of his own personal fantasy has already risen unbidden in his mind, but he's not about to divulge that to a complete stranger - he counters with one of his own. ]


What do you know about this place?

[ Other than the whole sex-for-material goods business. ]
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[personal profile] nightmaric 2020-08-23 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He recoils slightly, seemingly annoyed--it makes her rock on her heels, surprised, and her lips press together in a ploy at looking upset; in reality it almost makes her angry, how disgruntled he seems, as though the wiles she usually depends on in the human world don't seem to be working here, or at least not working on this stranger, whoever he is.

Yes, she wants to say. I do it all the time and people love it.

Still, she's got that lollipop in her mouth, and she pulls it from her cheek, running her tongue faintly along the tip in slight thought, her eyes betraying her as they glance down at the table in front of him, rather than at his face properly.]


I don't know anything, okay? I just got here. I only know what the robots say.

[ Which seems about as good as it'll get, honestly. Her eyes blink up to look at him.]

Do you know something I don't?
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[personal profile] lockedon 2020-08-25 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If she's trying to play the helpless damsel-in-distress card....it works, but only a little. How many times have Zeta and Beatrix told him to chill out? Enough that it's finally starting to stick, it seems.

Instead of brushing her off once her value's been determined (currently a very low value), he simply frowns. ]


Only what they've told me.

[ Which is both plenty and not nearly enough. Fuck for food and shelter? Fine, but that doesn't explain the myriad other mysteries surrounding this place. Who created the AUGUR? What happened to this place? Somehow he doubts merely having sex will afford him any of the answers.

Ah, but. He moves a foot to the left, creating more of an opening for the wares on the table. ]


Feel free to continue your shopping.

[ It's not an answer, but he can at least be gracious enough to let her pick out toys. ]
philanthropy: (obsession with myself that leaves a mess)

3 oh man

[personal profile] philanthropy 2020-08-21 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's sufficiently dark that Maruki would've jumped out of his skin at the sudden chirp of her voice if he wasn't so beat already. As it is, she startles this kind of undignified little yelp that he attempts to tamp down half a second too late, and there's a loud rustle as he reels back against the flap he's just closed behind him. ]

Yikes, s-sorry! I was sure it was empty--!

[ There's juuuust enough lingering firelight flickering outside the tent for him to make out the shape of a young woman, blonde hair bouncing over her shoulders in twin tails. For a fleeting second, he's genuinely terrified that it might be Takamaki-san. ]

Well, anyway, the last thing I want is to intrude, so, um, I'm just going to be on my way. Again, so sorry to just barge in like this...
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[personal profile] nightmaric 2020-08-23 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, wait a second...

[ He does have that sense about him, a vague memory of Vincent's tousled dark hair and sheepish expression; even if she's totally over that cheating sack of scum, there's something in her chest that tenses at the idea of a man, however similar or not, escaping away from her with so many hurried apologies. She doesn't like that it reminds her that she's alone here--she doesn't like that she's alone here, and there's an easy way to fix it.

Disgruntled, she peels back more of the sleeping bag, letting it sink in around her hips, and angles her best woefully sad gaze across the length of the narrow tent, her arm falling down slowly into her lap. ]


I don't think there's anywhere else for you to sleep, though. And truthfully, I'm a little afraid of this place...

[ She presses her lips together, bows her head down to look at her lap.]

Won't you stay?