TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

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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

Comments

[defaulthawke]

[Garrett definitely enjoys it, settling back against a pillar and licking his own pop idly while watching the display.]

Very nice.

[L i c k]

Let's see some movement.

[unvarnished]

[He grins around his own treat, moving it in and out of his mouth in a slow motion. August is very casual and relaxed about it, though the look in his eyes gets mischievous when he sticks it as deep down his throat as he can handle]

[defaulthawke]

[Garrett is incredibly casual and relaxed about watching (though privately, he's thinking that if this is an illusion and he's still trapped in the goddamn spirit world, it's the most creativity he's ever seen from it). However, his mouth twists at the corners and his eyebrows rise at the display.]

If you get food stuck down your throat, don't expect me to save you.

[He absolutely will save him.]

[unvarnished]

[August grins, taking his time in sliding the object back out of his mouth]

And what if I had something else stuck down my throat?

[defaulthawke]

[Shameless, this one. It's delightful.]

I doubt you could handle it.

[unvarnished]

[Oh, he is absolutely and completely shameless. And he also wants to see just how far he can push this]

You think so, huh? You wanna test that theory?

[defaulthawke]

[Garrett finishes casually teasing the head of his cocksicle and takes a real, actual bite. You know, like eating food.]

Love to. [With a teasing, daring look.] But don't say I didn't warn you.

[unvarnished]

[He lets out a laugh]

Consider me warned. But you know, I'm going to be really disappointed if this is all talk.

[defaulthawke]

Accusing me of bullshit? [He lays a hand on his chest with a mock-insulted gasp.] Why serah, you wound me!

[This is the face of a man who eats, lives, and breathes bullshit. That face is currently twisted into an unfairly attractive smirk as he pushes off from whatever he's leaning against and takes a bite of his stupid food.]

But alright. Two questions, ser.

[He walks closer, enormous and broad and a good half foot taller, and reaches up to wipe a tiny (possibly imaginary) crumb from August's mouth.]

What's your name, and where should we go?

[unvarnished]

[Hawke can be as unfairly attractive as he wants, August isn't going to complain about it. He grins, getting a nice eyeful of the man. Something about Hawke rubbing his mouth like that is a serious turn-on]

August. And your room, preferably.

[defaulthawke]

It's more of an abandoned hovel, but sounds good.

[It's not actually a hovel? If it were fixed up it'd be a pretty alright place. But. Details.]

My name's Hawke. Nice to meet you, August.

[He offers a hand to shake then, when that's done, beckons August to follow him.]

[unvarnished]

I'm not that picky, honestly. [It just needs to be private. A bed would be nice, too]

Nice to meet you too, Hawke.

[defaulthawke]

[It's not far, and Hawke sets a decent (but not overeager) pace.]

Are you new here? I've only been here a few days.

[unvarnished]

Same. Then I heard about this festival, and, well... I couldn't resist. [He still has his dick-shaped food, so he's going to stick it in his mouth again while they walk]

[defaulthawke]

[Garrett does the same. All innuendo aside, he's damn hungry.]

Who could? I'm still convinced this is all a bullshit illusion we're trapped in - or just me, I'm not sure- but it's more creative than any other demons I've ever met, so why not go with it.

[He takes another bite, seemingly unconcerned about the bananas shit he just said.]

[unvarnished]

If it's magic, it's very elaborate. But hey, if it is just an illusion, why not enjoy it, right?

[defaulthawke]

Well, the sort of illusion I mean is the kind created by spirits to trick people into getting possessed, so...

[There are solid reasons to not Just Enjoy It. Garrett kind of waves dismissively.]

Whatever. There are worse ways to go. If you're a demon, you're a damn better actor than any I've ever met before.

[And honestly he's well past caring. Maybe August is a spirit or a demon in this illusion. Maybe he's another person, consciousness here in the Fade while he dreams. Garrett is 90% sure that this place isn't real, but he's also 90% sure that he doesn't give a shit.]

Or I'm dead, the Chant of Light was wrong, and this is what the Maker's bosom looks like.

[It wouldn't be half bad for an afterlife.]

[unvarnished]

I guess you're just going to have to trust that I'm not a demon. And I'm not dead, either, as far as I know.

[defaulthawke]

[Shrug.]

You're not very demon-y. Most demons would have tripped over themselves with really obvious, over the top denials about it.

[He takes another bite of his Unspecified Food Item.]

How would you know you're not dead? Could have had a freak accident, for all you know.

[unvarnished]

Hm. Because technically speaking, I've died before. But I guess I could have been killed by something or other. My home's pretty crazy.

[So chill talking about being formerly dead]

[defaulthawke]

What are you talking about? Repeated deaths and inverting the balance of nature is just a normal Tuesday.

[Not just chill, positively cheerful!]

So, do you always proposition strangers, or just at cock festivals?

[unvarnished]

Exactly. [He laughs and throws a wink. He would've said a normal Sunday, but same idea]

Depends on if I find the stranger interesting. The cock festival didn't hurt, though.

[defaulthawke]

Personally, I'm disappointed. I expected more sword-swallowing.

[They reach a seemingly random abandoned building and Hawke opens the door, inviting August in with a sweeping gesture.]

At least we can make up for that.

[He winks back lewdly. Yes, August, welcome to Hawke's tragic sense of humor.]

[unvarnished]

There are more fun things to swallow than swords, Hawke.

[He grins back, wiggling his eyebrows]

[defaulthawke]

[He looks positively offended. Offended!!]

You come into my home and completely abandon the bespoke innuendo I crafted just for you? Maker's breath, I never.

[Garrett closes the door behind them and gives August an extremely fake snooty look.]

Serah, I am offended, and I demand satisfaction.

[Hehehehehe]