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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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Er, y-yes. Yes, I have.
[She'd better not need more evidence than that, because Apollo is even more unwilling to discuss his love life. Or hook-up life, as the case may be. It doesn't help that he just seems to be drawn to the most embarrassing people, entirely on accident.]
Not only is it real, it's the reason we have hot water and enough food to eat. Filling in A5 squares is the only thing the robots seem to respond to when we ask for resources.
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I was afraid you would say that.
[ As much grief as she gives Apollo, she trusts that he wouldn't lie to her. He and Phoenix have that honest air in common. So this is it, then. It seems she might really have to buy into this strange sex business. It's all just so unscientific...
Deciding that she doesn't want to talk about it anymore, she does an about-face and marches back toward the crabs. ]
Enough about that. Help me catch some of these things. I'm sure it'll be a cinch for you. Like attracts like, after all.
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I hope you mean that because I wear red, not because I look like a crab.
[With that grumbling, Apollo snags his empty bucket back out of the sand and follows along after her.]
Do you think we can share the crabs towards each other? That should make it a lot easier.
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Aha. A pincer attack, you mean. See? You're getting crabbier by the second.
[ If it seems like she's worked past her awful mood in short time, it's because she's dealt with feeling crabby for ages now. But Apollo would know about that. ]
It's worth a try. Okay, I'll go at them from that end. Look alive!
[ She runs off to try and start corralling crabs toward Apollo!! ]
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[He actually had some mild success with catching crabs earlier, up until his own neglect had caused most of the ones he caught to escape and flee to parts unknown. Apollo is feeling semi-confident this time, but as it turns out, it's a little harder to chase crabs in one direction when they keep scuttling sideways. Still, enough come towards him for Apollo to dart back and fourth making grabs at them. The ones that latch onto his fingers are the easiest to catch, quickly getting tossed into his bucket.]
Ow, ow, ow...
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[ Luckily, the crabs startled by Apollo are easier to snatch up without Ema getting pinched herself, so she manages to pluck up a good number and safely dump them in their buckets. Your sacrifice is appreciated, Apollo.
Once their haul looks strong enough, Ema straightens and beams, pleased with a successful job. ]
I'd call that a wrap. Not bad, kid.
[ Apollo is always so helpful. But she'd expect nothing less of an associate of Mr. Wright. ]
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That's the power of teamwork! It's great to be working with you again, Ema. If you want to grab some water bottles, let me cover it.
[And sure, those bottles were going to be in suggestive shapes, but having them available at all was a luxury all on its own.]
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She's back to frowning, a little suspiciously this time. If she had her Snackoos on her, she'd be letting one fly at that runway of a forehead of his right about now. Oh, how she misses them. ]
You don't have to lay it on so thick. Makes you sound insincere, you know. But if you're offering, I'll take a water. Or better yet, a tea.
[ He just got the dickens pinched out of him, but hey. She won't say no to a little courtesy around here. ]