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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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[ Although a thought came to mind, and he couldn't help that colour blooming over his face as he'd looked away with a click of his tongue. A weak attempt at pulling his hand away from Diego's hold. ]
What I do know though, is that I'm not going to do any of those things on that chart with you.
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[ Truthfully he hadn't been thinking about the bingo card, suddenly very aware of the implications as that colour spread over Johnny's face. ]
For the record, I wasn't asking you to, I'm sure anything you have on yours would be of little interest to me!
[ Naturally he was curious, but the way his lips pursed probably gave that thought process away. ]
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What would be in it for you, Dio?
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[ It was strangely sincere coming from him, Diego finally releasing the hold he hand on Johnny's arm. ]
...do you get it now or do I have to go on?
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[ With Diego relinquishing his wrist, he pulled it close to himself to rub at it absently as he tried to think this over. Honestly, it was making his head hurt, trying to work out the logistics.
Regardless, he got up to his knees again and now moved to get beside Diego and tugged at the sleeping bag. ]
I'm getting cold and tired... you kept me in here too long, so it's not like I could find another tent to go sleep in.
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[ His tone had far less bite than he'd intended, caught off guard by the implications of Johnny moving in and pulling on the sleeping bag. He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to gauge whether his 'companion' was being serious or not. ]
It's hardly my fault that you happened to wander into my tent, but I suppose it works out in some capacity.
[ He shifted, unzipping the sleeping bag and allowing Johnny some leeway. He couldn't help but be concerned that this was just a ploy, something to keep him placated until the other man could make his escape. He mulled over it for a moment, letting out a huff of breath through his nose before finally speaking again. ]
The zipper stays on my side, if only to make sure that you don't take off in the cover of darkness. We can work the rest out in the morning, so we're in agreement that you aren't going anywhere, yes?
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[ It was mumbled as he waved a hand dismissively, already moving into the sleeping bag. ]
Don't make it weird Dio, I'm not moving once I go to sleep... so keep the zipper on your side if you want or whatever. I don't care right now.
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[ The fact was that even if he hadn't taken part in the festivities, he was just as tired as his rather unwanted companion. Perhaps that was the first good idea that Johnny had, rest. ]
And I'm not trying to make it weird, I'm trying to make it clear that we have an understanding. An agreement that will not be broken.