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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 |
arrival, it's chop chop time
there's a lot of people, confused as well. the robots are already rolling in, but he spots the guy who's arm looks less like an arm and more like a mess of flesh and bone with skin awkwardly wrapped around most of it, and he heads immediately to him. ]
Woah there. Let me take a look at you, kid.
[ yes, piers. there's a man in a cowboy hat, chaps, and an armored chest piece, paired with a red scarf, and a thick southern drawl, asking to help. ]
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He honestly has no idea what he's looking at. The guy in front of him makes this whole thing seem like a bizarre dream.]
What the hell? [He isn't exactly saying no and he certainly isn't wasting his energy with something as pointless as putting distance between himself and this man.]
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[ he holds both his hands out, palms up, hoping to show piers he's not going to attack him. he winces a bit, getting a look at that eye - shit, what the hell happened to this guy?
he steps closer after a moment. ]
C'mon, lets take a seat.
[ he guides piers over to a driftwood log. ]
First things first, tell me what the hell happened to your arm.
[ if it helps piers at all, his accent is still strong, but it smooths out, and the question is in a distinctly military cadence. ]
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It's a relief to be guided to a half-decent place to sit down. He still feels waterlogged and he's half limping from the strange way his nearly detached arm is waving around. Grabbing it with his good arm, he holds it to his body as he takes a seat heavily.
He opens his mouth to answer the question but ends up not knowing where to start and closing it again. But he can't just sit there and say nothing.] It's a long story. Um. It was... [He shuts his eyes, brows furrowing, as he tries to sort out what had happened in the midst of the chaos, adrenaline, and pain.]- impaled... then crushed... and... and then I was trying to get to my captain, I just- [He opens his eyes finally and looks over at McCree, strangely calm and matter-of-fact.]- pulled until I was free. I'm surprised it's still there.
[He shakes his head in disbelief.] I shouldn't be alive. There's no way... I was at the bottom of the ocean. This was just happening. [And now his arm looks healed. Sort of.]
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Sounds like you've been through hell, and that you're lucky to be alive.
[ at the arm, though, his face has a grim expression. ]
I think even before whatever happened to it, though, you were probably losin' it. Looks like the Eros energy tried to fix it up for you, but...
[ he doesn't come out and say it yet, but it was crushed bone and sinew, and skin haphazardly stretched out over it. he couldn't even tell where piers' fingers were on the damn thing.
the smart thing to do would be to finish the job. ]
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What? 'Eros energy'? What is that? What do you mean they tried to fix it? [He's obviously desperate to try to understand what's going on. If this energy he'd never heard of could explain the healing, that just left getting to the surface. There had been escape pods. But then, where was Chris?
His brows furrowed deeply as he mentally runs through a few scenarios. And, honestly, the only thing he didn't have an answer for was his arm healing, everything else was maybe possible. Had he lost consciousness and maybe Chris had put him in a pod and the pod had either been damaged or dumped him out and he'd ended up on the beach? Highly unlikely but not impossible.
He rubs his temple with his good arm.] Fuck.
[He tilts his head to get another look at his arm, not even really wanting to touch it, the whole thing looked pretty precariously attached. He's a little surprised it doesn't hurt more.] Yeah, it's pretty fucked. [Who is he kidding? It's completely unusable.]
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[ he echoes the sentiment sympathetically. after a moment he reaches up, touching the spot where it's still connected. ]
Look, I can take it off.
[ it's just. such a casual offer for finishing the job, but he really can't see this coming back from the mess it's in. ] And, I can get you patched up. They've done most of the work and this should just be some stitches to keep it closed for good.
And I can explain where the hell you ended up, and what Eros is, and who they are.
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[He knew it was for the best. There was a chance the limb wasn't even getting the blood, and thus oxygen, it needed to keep from dying on its own.]
You sound pretty... confident that you can do that. [He looks over the stranger almost like he's pleading him to tell him if he has any doubts in his ability.
It probably wouldn't be hard. He wouldn't even need to go through any bone.]
If you're sure you can do it... I don't think I have much of a choice. [He looks around at the beach and then back toward the city ruins.] I don't suppose there's anesthetics... or something to drink?