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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 |
he's just appreciating the culture 😳
There is a painfully long moment where Phoenix just stares at Klavier, saying nothing at all. Yeah, his brain needs a second on this one. ]
Klavier Gavin. [ He seems to have finally collected himself, but in this same moment he also chooses to drop everything he's been carrying like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. What stuff? ] Now what makes you say that?
[ It's difficult to play dumb when the evidence is literally laying at his feet, but that doesn't stop him from trying. ]
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and uh, then phoenix drops all of his dicks. klavier watches it all topple to the ground in a heap, both brows raised. ]
Ah! Careful. [ klavier steps his foot back, letting a small, stray toy slide off of his foot. he looks back at phoenix, still flashing that debonair smile. ]
It was difficult to miss the small herd of fans you corralled earlier.
[ he nods towards the robots nearby, who seem armed and ready to resupply phoenix once their conversation is over. ]
I wonder why they seemed eager to serve you specifically. Perhaps they know something we don't about the great Herr Phoenix Wright and his interests?
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My what?
[ He turns to look over his shoulder, where indeed it seems like the robots don't intend to leave him empty handed for long. Not a great look. He's starting to regret being so enamored by the mere idea of 'free stuff'. ]
Oh, well...a lot of the stuff they have is useful, you know. Just... also phallic.
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[ at least phoenix is owning up to the fact that the penis collection is his, in a way, even if he's also totally ignoring it's presence at the same time. klavier saw them fall out of your arms, phoenix. there's no getting around it. ]
You must have just arrived here, ja? You're certainly acclimating to this place quickly enough.
[ he doesn't seem to have reservations about leaning down to pick up some of the items himself and cradle them in his free arm. ]
But you are correct. I would take any useful items that you can, questionable or otherwise. Most residents here would understand. I will help you take this to where you're staying for the time being.
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Er, well, you know, when in Rome...
[ A bit literally, given the toga. If Klavier is offering to help, he doesn't feel too inclined to continue pretending these aren't thing's he's collected. ]
I've got a tent by the beach, if you don't mind.
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Ah, I see. A similar situation to myself when I arrived here. Lead the way, Herr Wright.
[ and if he seems much more cordial towards phoenix than he might be used to, it's because he is. for klavier he hasn't interacted with him since the end of vera misham's trial—the aftermath of which he felt responsible to address at some point. probably when there aren't dicks in his arms. ]
And while you do so, if you can, tell me what's happened since your arrival. Herr Forehead knows much more of this place than myself, but I'm curious to know what our captors have put you through.