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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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It's beautiful...
[ Garma sounds almost reverent as he looks into the cockpit which... honestly also looks more comfortable than the old versions. ]
Mobile Suit advancement is really an unstoppable force... It's strange that I can remember a time when they didn't even exist yet.
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[ so, yes, he's familiar with old-style neo zeon designs. that being said, most of them are rather ugly, though angelo has a fondness for their organic shapes because that's at least better than dealing with the surgical clarity of the unicorn. ]
That being said, the advancement isn't only for us. If you can see this mobile suit as the height of progress, then imagine our enemies moving faster than they should be. [ the ever-present danger of the federation, never stopping, as always.
angelo settles himself nicely in the seat as he draws up his screen, scanning through the models and ships that he has to further substantiate the history he's told him. he starts with his captain's geara doga kai. ]
This is what the Captain was piloting, before we took the Sinanju Stein. The mass-produced model is already fearsome in his hands; I can barely muster an attack against him.
[ he brings up the pilot. with reverence in his voice -- ] My Captain.
[ and there he was, full frontal, in all his blond and masked glory. angelo misses him so much, reveres his face as he shows it to garma. ] Of course, it was also painted red.
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Garma goes silent for a long moment, simply staring at the screen with his eyes wide open. ]
... the second coming. I...
[ He swallows hard. ]
I see why they call him that.
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[ this he agrees with.
he wishes he can tell garma that char did not have an easy time, in the end. he's not familiar with the circumstances of full frontal entirely, but he's certain that he did not come to being without a cost attached to it; char had certainly paid the price, the extent of it was just unknown. it isn't something that angelo would divulge easily, either.
angelo continues the lesson. ]
The Sinanju Stein would be later on converted for the Captain's Sinanju. It should come as no surprise that this is for a Newtype pilot's use.
Our enemy is the Gundam. As it has been for you.
[ and he brings up that horrid white beast. ]
I will be honest, my Captain has a hard time defeating it as well. He has attempted -- and I will say without much success, though not without effort on his part -- [ angelo says this anger. ] to make the pilot understand us, and know our politics before fighting us entirely.
That has failed. We now continue to be hunted by this monster, and are defied by the Federation at every turn.
[ same story as before. ] This specific monster hunts Newtypes.
In the future, we are still feared and hated. [ this time, when he says 'we', it is not something that garma can lay claim to -- it's the disdain a newtype has against everyone else. ] The Captain works hard to change the tide to our favour, but it is a slow process and he is but one person.
Right now, we are fortunate that the Gundam pilots here present aren't from my world. That doesn't mean they're no less dangerous for it. Who knows what their worlds could bring and what dangerous mobile suits they have.
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But that's something he is certainly not going to admit to Angelo, a self-proclaimed Newytpe. He's just going to work with the information he is given. It's a little hard to still feel like the superior officer, though, with how much knowledge Angelo has ahead of him... ah... well. ]
Of course. Alive or dead, our world or any other, my loyalty lies with Zeon. That is part of my honor as a Zabi.
[ Not that Angelo seems like he cares much for that. It will need to be corrected. ]
Are there other Zeon here?
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To my knowledge, it is just us.
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Garma stays silent for a moment, closing his eyes to really take in his current situation. ]
Alright. You have my thanks for updating me on the state of our world, Lt. Sauper, even if the news are largely grievous to me. This world is... rather obscene and not exactly helpful to our causes, but as Zeon we should Band together nevertheless.
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[ though it obviously came at a cost for him. still, it can't be helped; zeon will march towards its own war-like beat whether or not garma dies.
as for this world, angelo purses his lips to a thin disapproving line and sighs. ]
The situation is far from ideal, but it is what it is.
I am going to establish our base here, and that should be sufficient enough for us to live on, until a way to return becomes apparent.
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It all seems like pipe dreams. It's too early to set his heart on anything like this. He can't handle having himself be broken again just yet, so it's better not to wish too hard.]
If such a way should present itself, I will support your efforts to return wholeheartedly. For spacenoid independence.
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[ a pause, and then he adds, rather dryly, ]
It is nice to have a productive conversation with one from your family.
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You really do not like her, then.
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My Captain is working hard for spacenoid independence. So is she, in her own way.
That there are two leaders in one organization bodes nothing but trouble. [ angelo, looking displeased: ] I will not stand by to see my Captain get questioned at every turn as to whether or not he is fit to lead, just because he carries the legacy of being tied to Char Aznable, who is a dead man, anyway.
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Mineva is loyal to the original Char?
[ Please say it ain't so...... He has no personal relationship to Mineva and she has never met him, but yet, he can't help feel a little betrayed by his own flesh and blood here. ]
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[ loyalty means different to him as it does to the princess, after all, though one can argue angelo just takes it a bit too much to the other end. he's not saying it as a bad thing, however; only that garma is imprecise about it. ]
But she has some affection for him, having spent some time with him in her childhood.
[ and because of that, he supposes that her distrust is inevitable, though he still doesn't approve of it either way. ]
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[ First you KILL him for being a Zabi and then you go chill with Mineva?? The circumstances aren't that simple, but Garma does not exactly feel like being gracious and accepting the complexities of the situation. He's been killed just yesterday. The wound is fresh and he is not entirely sure how to work through it yet.
... wait. ]
Was. He was shameless.
[ Saying that really ought to make him feel better. Yet, he simply stands here, balling his hands into fists. ]
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[ that's all he says about that, because it's a minefield he'd rather not enter anyway. garma zabi must certainly have his own perspectives about it; his captain isn't here to instruct him on how to navigate it and he just decides, in the end, to drop it. ]
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[ Bitter? Who's sounding bitter? Garma Zabi? Never. But he's getting the message that he is not going to be able to disgrace Char to Angelo nearly as much as he would like to, and he's been raised better than to waste his breath needlessly. ]
I expect we'll be able to stay in touch via this bracelet communicator?
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[ he gives him a withering glance. ] Understand that I am willing to help you survive this world; if you ask for help, I'm certainly going to provide it.
But I am never yours to command. [ don't even think --! ]
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You're his. I understand very well.
[ Not perfectly, but more than he would like to. Char Aznable, Full Frontal... it doesn't matter, not that much. ]
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[ at least they've set that line now. the last thing he needs is to butt heads over chains of command.
in any case, all that talk is done. the only thing left is to commiserate over his portrait and coffin, which, lol. angelo looks at the food stalls. ]
Have you eaten?
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... reluctantly and very little.
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There are food stalls. If you ignore how they look, the food is edible.
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[ He's blushing a little... Help him. ]
In the back of my head I just keep hearing that it is unbefitting for my status to be seen this way.
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[ anyway. They Go To The Food Stalls. ]
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Survival training was nothing like this.
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