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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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Well, at least someone seems to enjoy the theme of this festival. Siegfried is past the point of judgment, not quite acclimated to Erku, but given his own behavior lately, he had no reason to judge, anyway.
His brow furrows as he's addressed, because despite being a bit more open about these sorts of things, Siegfried isn't a great person to ask for recommendations. ]
Wouldn't you like to pick one suited to your taste? Well, I suppose I can give it a shot.
You seem like someone who'd be into novelty. [ That's putting it politely, since he said he's seen so many dicks before.
He looks towards the stall nearest to them, reaching out to pick up something that is clearly, clearly just meant to be a gag gift. Nobody would actually use this, right? right??? ]
This one is extremely novel.
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He’s beautiful. Thank you. Thank. You.
[ he even gives it a kiss on the head cause he’s a fucking weirdo, but then: ]
I don’t suppose you would be interested in seeing me use this, would you?
[ He was never one to have any tact, but especially not on an island where being gross is sort of the point.
It’s also hard to tell if he’s being serious about it or just trying to gauge a reaction. ]
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You're welcome. I wouldn't call it beautiful, but it's certainly interesting.
[ But, y'know, whatever floated his boat.
Just when Siegfried thinks this day can't get any weirder (although to be fair, he's seen some weird shit here), Klaus drops that bomb. He laughs nervously. ]
Ahaha, no, unfortunately [ ? ] not.
[ Awkward pause. ]
Would you really use this for sexual purposes?
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Klaus can't help but smile sincerely, though, if not stifle some laughter. ]
Are you telling me you wouldn't use something like this for sexual purposes?
[ He looks at the novelty in his hand, muttering, but enough to be heard: ]
I've had stranger things up my ass. I mean, if it fits, it goes in.
[ KLAUS. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but you know. ]
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[ But he's finding that this place at times has ways of making you do things you normally wouldn't. He can only hope he'd never be inclined to incorporate something so bizarre. He hasn't the slightest clue who this face is supposed to be, but it's disturbing.
Siegfried, once again, finds it difficult to respond. This is all so much for someone who's just found out what sex toys are as of oh, say, last week? ]
I see.
[ ...
... ]
Most newcomers take a while to adjust to the sexual nature of this place. I suspect you'll have an easier time than most.
[ Whether or not that's a compliment, he gives him a small smile nonetheless. ] You don't seem the least bit worried.
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[ So. He'll go ahead and purchase it. Just like that. He's delighted. You've been so helpful, Siegfried. He offers the man another pleased smile— he seems like such a happy soul. ]
Oh, I bet, I bet, but I mean.. I kind of started a cu.. ah.. community where we kind of do this thing often. Usually all together. Sometimes we invite the old ladies too down the street too. Nothing feels more wrong than being post-coital swaddled up in one of those tacky, knitted blankets that they provide.
[ ... ]
Good times. Complicated times.
[ ......
Finally, he extends a hand. ]
Klaus. It's nice to meet you. You made a very important decision for me today. You suuuuure there's nothing I can do to repay you?
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His confusion just compounds the more Klaus talks, the more he very much overshares, and his cheeks actually redden, which is pretty impressive given how unfazed he's become by the hypersexualized everything here. At least he totally misses that Klaus definitely meant to say cult. ]
You... [ Had sex with old ladies often? ] Ah, that's good that this island won't be too much of an adjustment, I suppose. [ His brow furrows as he struggles to find words. All this time, he'd expected to provide help to any of the new arrivals, especially when it came to mental distress over what the Augur was asking of them, but now he is the one experiencing mental distress from the new arrival. ]
I don't believe I've seen any elderly women here, if that is your age preference.
[ Greetings, at least, he's comfortable with. Siegfried takes the offered hand. ]
It's nice to meet you, Klaus. I'm Siegfried. And I hardly did anything of note, you even paid for it yourself. [ To have credits already is impressive. ]
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You’re right about that. I suppose I could be of some help for people who are having difficulty adjusting. I don’t have a preference for older women, but you would be surprised what they know and what they can do still.
[ Awful. ]
So.. are you adjusted here yet, Siggy?
[ sorry you’re Siggy now ]
that smile is so cute
I suppose that makes sense, given how much wisdom comes with age and experience. So long as all parties are consenting adults, I'm sure it's nice for the elderly to feel as though age hasn't impacted their attractiveness.
[ He still finds the idea unappealing, but y'know what, Good For You, klaus. Good For You. His shoulders relax as his discomfort fades a bit. ]
... Siggy? [ It's not the first time he's heard it, but it is jarring to have someone be so familiar when they've just met. There's no protest, though, because it's cute and Siegfried doesn't often get to feel cute, so he looks more amused than anything, though he frowns at the question. ]
Not in the least. I've got my hands full with many things that need to be taken care of back home, so I've not given up on figuring out how to reverse the magic that brought us here.
[ etc. etc. zzzzzzz you know how it goes ]
i apologize to mr sheehan on a daily basis for finding him do cute
[ But moving away from kinky grandma talk, Klaus feels a somewhat sympathetic look on his face. Bless his heart. It must be hard to be here and be... a virgin?? Maybe?? Or maybe just someone who lives a responsible life and doesn’t have enough time for the hedonist lifestyle. ]
You sound like someone I know.
[ someone who is too obsessed with fixing the timeline. This is great, though. No apocalypse. No cult crazies following him around. Just sex in wasteland paradise. It would only be perfect if his family is here.
He approaches him carefully, but steadies his hands on Siegfried’s shoulders, surprisingly gentle. ]
Listen, it’ll be okay, okay? There isn’t anything wrong with that kind of cause, but remember to take a breather now and then, right?
[ His hands drop. ]
And if you need help adjusting with anything, well..
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Heh. This entire experience has been nothing but a breather. I've quite enough rest and relaxation.
[ Cause he's a simple man. Others may hate the fact that there's nothing to do in the city, and that it's pretty much a wasteland, but given that Siegfried's used to camping alone in the wilderness, he doesn't really care that the facilities leave much to be desired. And he's bored. Those zombies last month were actually kind of a welcome distraction for him. Big jock knight like hitting things.
Siegfried looks thoughtful, like he's trying to make sure he understands Klaus correctly. ]
Is that an offer to exchange squares?
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[ Klaus repeats, though he starts laughing. ]
Wow! You are so generous.
[ Which means he was just expecting to get used but the sad part is the fact he doesn’t even care. There’s enjoyment in the whole “giving someone a square” process, but the fact that Siegfried is considering his needs too is.. sweet. ]
Yeah, yeah. Exchange squares. Whatever squares you want.
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[ Oh no, if he's taken things the wrong way, that means this place has truly affected him in an awful way.
Even though Klaus had literally just offered a show with the cursed dildo.
Thankfully, it looks as though he's just spoken too soon, but what Klaus had initially offered just makes him more confused. ]
It's not generosity, merely fair and mutually beneficial.
[ He can't believe Klaus was gonna give it up for nothing in exchange.............
Anyway. Despite his calm tone, it's very obvious this interaction isn't something he's done a lot by the way he grows silent (and takes a while, sorry, Ye Olde still figuring out technology) while he sends his card to Klaus' bracelet.
He offers Klaus his hand again. ]
Come with me, please.
[ If he takes it, he'll notice it's warm, because he's actually pretty fuckin' embarrassed. ]
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There's an instance where he looks lost in thought for a moment, but he takes his hand and his smile returns. ]
Gladly.
[ The wrist his bracelet is on is the opposite one that is twined with Siegfried's, so he can look at the card that was just sent. ]
Are you saying.. I get to choose?
[ SUCH AN HONOR. ]
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He's just about to tell him that it's fine to have changed his mind, it made complete sense, even, when Klaus smiles and willingly takes his hand.
He leads them towards the small apartment Siegfried had claimed for himself. He hardly considers it "home", because even in his own world, he didn't truly have a home, but it is a private space.
And he is extremely private.
He looks to Klaus as they walk, curious. ]
Yes. It should be something you can enjoy, after all.
[ Although he's starting to get the sense that there's very little Klaus wouldn't agree to, which is worrysome. Klaus may be a relative stranger, but he's pleasant thus far. ]
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But let’s be real.. nobody could ever replace his previous lover no matter how hard he tried.
At that, he just barks some laughter. ]
Oh my god, I can’t believe it. A considerate partner. Best one night stand eveeeeer.
[ He is both somehow simple and complex all at once. But, now he’s given a choice and he blows a raspberry. ]
I mean, I hiiiiiighly doubt you’d wanna just..
[ He clicks his tongue. ]
... fill out the whole thing, buuuuut.
How much do you know about dom and sub? Or... I can get behind some blood play.
[ He is just so casual about this. ]
I’m really good at begging.
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But he makes no moves to pull away, seeing as what they'd just agreed to do would put him in a much more vulnerable position than simply holding hands. ]
... Fill out the whole thing? [ He stops in his tracks, eyes widening. For a moment, he wonders if Klaus is insane, to be willing to take on such a feat with a complete stranger. He continues walking and even draws him closer, suddenly feeling very sullen about the fact that a considerate partner is apparently a novelty to this man.
It's really none of his business, and Klaus seems cheerful enough, but the thought is enough to put doubt in his mind about continuing. ]
Begging is fine. [ It's simple, and he's not quite ready to dive into some of these more extreme kinks yet.
They're now in front of his apartment, and Siegfried turns to him, brow furrowed. ]
Are you certain you want to go through with this? You seem more than comfortable with sex, but you've barely arrived.
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His perplexed expression is awfully endearing— Klaus hasn't felt this comfortable with a partner in.. well.. he didn't know when. Maybe before rehab.
He pulls his hands away, as much as he enjoyed holding onto Siegfried, to settle his hands on the other man's shoulders with a steady exhale, hands coming down to slide over his chest, feeling up this area curiously. ]
Who wouldn't want to go through anything with you?
[ I mean, he's pretty good looking. Then, Klaus' hands meet his shoulders again. ]
It's just sex. It's just sex and his place revolves around it.. I would have been content just to fool around a little with you but.. youuuuu did bring up the squares if I remember correctly, so you tell me.
I've had sex. A lot.
[ Sex was something that helped him numb the terrors from the specters that haunted. Sex was something that made him actually feel like something other than a disappointment and a failure. Someone who could make others feel like something. Sex gave him a purpose. ]
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You’re too kind. No wonder you’ve charmed so many before.
[ The other’s words reassure him, at least. It really isn’t any of his business as to why Klaus indulges in the things that he does. Perhaps sex was to Klaus what the battlefield was to Siegfried— something that made him feel alive and with a purpose.
He has to trust that this man, despite only having met him a few minutes ago, would tell him if something was not truly agreeable. He reaches up to take the other’s hand in his own once more, his expression serious (probably too serious) again. ]
Alright. Send me your card.
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Well. I wouldn't be too sure about that. Maybe many other junkies or similar low lives like myself.. sometimes.. sometimes I get a discount from the prostitutes, but..
[ He's moving in a little closer with intention to lavish the other man with affection, but pauses when he feels one of his hands taken and asks for his card. He sends it on over and parts his lips..
Nobody really loves a person who, deep down, doesn't love themself.
That's what he almost says, but instead, he just dips forward and gives the other man a kiss along his jawline. He seems perfectly natural with this— natural like breathing. ]
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Surprisingly, he knows what a junkie is. It isn't a term he'd use himself to describe addicts, but in that moment, he thinks he understands Klaus just a little better, and why the other man has such a flippant, poor opinion of himself.
He reaches up to let his fingers thread in the other's hair as he kisses his jawline, and though he doesn't want to interrupt wherever Klaus was going next, he pulls away briefly and braces his palm along the other's temple. ]
I've dealt with many low lives in my line of work, Klaus. And while I know very little about you, nothing about our conversation thus far has caused me to believe you are one.
Until you give me reason to, I refuse to think of you as such.
[ Sleeping around, using substances? That didn't make anyone a low life in his eyes. What Siegfried cares about is how a person treats others, whether their presence is a positive one for those around him rather than cause harm.
And right now? Klaus' presence is warm, positive, and inviting. He leans forward and kisses him, gentle but curious, his free hand reaching behind himself to push his apartment door open. Without breaking their kiss, he guides them into the interior. ]
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Though, he's a little startled when the other man takes him by the temple and he has no option but to look into his eyes. He feels something in his chest drop to his stomach as the words leave Siegfried's lips because he hadn't expected something like this— not from someone he just met. Most of the people he just met are also running from something and looking for something like he is. It's a pretty selfish endeavor, and you meet the same type of people, sleep with them to fill that void for just one night until they leave you the next day and you never see them again.
The way he speaks reminds him of someone incredibly dear to him— he's fairly certain the same idea that Siegfried is communicating is the same idea that's been expressed to him before, but in different words. A different person. A different time. He knows this is just how this man is, but he can't help but think of his lover's hand on his temple instead. Siegfried might notice his eyes gloss over but he finally breaks eye contact, eyes dipping down for a moment. ]
No, look.. it's fine—
[ Before he can explain himself or divert to the attention to something else, his partner is already doing the same. He encourages shuffling backwards when their lips mesh together, one of his hands trying to touch any surface that could behind him and the other holding the brunette around his waist. There's a vertical surface that his shoulders hit gently and that's when his hands get busy to try and remove the already loose clothing off of Siegfried's larger frame. He breaks the kiss away, still a little stirred from the words he had just heard. Klaus needs to drive this back to something more familiar— a pointless fuck so he doesn't absolutely get emotional on this guy. ]
You don't have to do that.. I mean.. talk to me like that. It's okay.
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But it seems he’s inadvertently hit some sort of weak point, an old wound perhaps. Emotion crosses his face, something that looks like sadness, and though Siegfried isn’t the most perceptive person when it comes to the emotions of others, it’s hard to miss the concrete signs of his eyes becoming misty.
Despite their lack of familiarity, it makes his heart ache with dismay.
So the kiss they share is a little less laden with desire on his end, a bit more muted, yet curious all the same. He has always been better with actions rather than words, and for the moment, before he finds words again, he can at least kiss him and acquiesce to his requests to loosen and undo his toga. It falls to the ground, leaving him in his undergarments. Now, he has a chance to speak again, brow furrowed as he searches for the other’s gaze again. He can’t help but feel as though the wall has inadvertently cornered Klaus, but perhaps that’s necessary at the moment. ]
I don’t understand, Klaus. I’m not telling you anything I wouldn’t tell you normally, even without the context of sex.
[ Funnily enough, right now, there’s not a hint of color in his cheeks, his tone low and careful. ]
If what you seek is someone who will blindly accept self-flagellation, I can’t offer you that. I wouldn’t sleep with someone I consider to be beneath me.
[ So if Klaus truly insists on feeling that way, he should find another partner. It would be a shame, as Siegfried has genuinely already grown fond of this strange, handsome man with a perpetual and easy smile. Which is why, even as he speaks, he continues to deftly unwrap the layers that make up Klaus’ own toga. But he stops this task, instead taking hold of Klaus’ wrists and placing his palms over the waistband of his boxer briefs. ]
I like you. If you feel the same, finish undressing me.
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There's some distraction from the emotion he's feeling when the clothing falls off of him and he's.. very obviously checking this guy out. It's almost questionable if he properly heard Siegfried, snapping his eyes to meet his gaze again. He can play this off and be a little silly to hopefully prevent him from thinking too hard on this. ]
No, no, no no.. no. I mean.. look youuuu! You're so.. sexy. And I'm sexy, but not this kind of sexy! I mean..
[ Klaus blows a raspberry, but his hands do settle on Siegfried's abs cause he knows what he wants to go for. His voice is more hushed when he talks again. ]
I mean, yeah. I'm honored, really. Even when I bagged that dancer at a Chippendales party, he really wasn't as kind as you. Kind of a douche, actually.
[ He allows himself to be partially undressed and his hands re-positioned, but then nods a few times. ]
We just met, but.. yes. I'm very fond of you. And.. I'll prove that to you because I want to.
[ A flick of both his thumbs under that waist band and he tugs the undergarments down, but Klaus' body moves with him until his knees hit the ground. Sorry, yeah. He's just going to get better acquainted with Siegfried's core, steadying his hands on the man's hips and kissing along the dips and curves of his abdomen. He stands back to his feet, slipping out of his own clothing. Unlike Siegfried, he's not wearing any underwear and he's already half-stiff.
Because he's eager, he goes in for another kiss on the lips. ]
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Still, there’s something about the thought Klaus had gotten lost in, and the flippant low regard of himself, that stings him.
Thankfully, Klaus’ wandering eyes, flattery, and the sight of his near-naked body are an easy diversion from allowing himself to keep prying too much into it. It clearly isn’t something Klaus wants to dwell on. His stomach tenses when Klaus’ hands settle on it, such a simple gesture making his groin stir. His own hands cup the other’s cheeks gently, coming to rest at his shoulders with the return of a small smile. ]
That’s good. I wasn’t looking forward to parting ways just yet. I’ll simply have to demonstrate that I do find you that sexy.
[ Whatever that means. It sounds every bit as awkward as you’d think, coming from him. And he knows it, too, brow furrowing. Let’s not dwell on that, either.
Siegfried isn’t proficient at expressing himself and how he feels about Klaus’ newly exposed form, but his body betrays him quite notably, breath hitching in his throat when Klaus sinks to the floor, even if for a moment, and exposes him fully. Siegfried’s body is littered with old battle scars, and a few gleams of odd-looking reptilian scales mostly along his back, the latter of which normally makes him self-conscious, but Klaus has a way of making him feel quite relaxed. The feel of his mouth teasing his inner thighs and abdomen making his cock twitch with anticipation. His fingers idly thread through his hair, and when he pulls away and stands back up to fully disrobe, Siegfried’s body really betrays his arousal. Klaus may be half-stiff, but an eyeful of Klaus’ lean yet still visibly toned form is all Siegfried needs to be visibly quite ready.
He sinks into the kiss quite deeply, pressing the other man more firmly against the wall, growing hunger evident in the way his lips part and his tongue seeks Klaus’. Siegfried’s hands rake down the other’s sides indulgently, then firmly grip his ass. He pulls him closer, rolling his hips so that their cocks meet and give them a taste of friction. ]
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finally as in i'm finally replying