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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 |
Friendship
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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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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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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[ 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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[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.