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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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... 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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[ said as dryly as possible because this is .... angelo's talent.
he's going through each stall, at least, to find the most filling for him. at this rate, they're the suspicious-looking hotdogs. ]
Let's try that.
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Just let this stand and then pay for a cock-shaped hotdog with his hard-earned crab-catching money because no, he is not putting on the toga, there are such things as limits.
So here's Garma Zabi, staring down a horrid dick-food and mustering up all willpower he has in his pampered mind to open his mouth and bite off the tip.
--- at least that makes him realize he was hungrier than he thought. ]
... fortunate that they at least know how to cook.
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[ angelo is just chomping on that dick. he has another stick in his hand, because he's a growing, hungry boy. ]
They are, however, very persistent in sticking with their theme.
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[ Have they ever heard of roses and dimmed light and an airy balcony on a starry night? Soft satin pillows? Scented candles? ANYTHING? ]
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There are benefits to being crass.
Anything else that follows after is a bonus. Such as affection or love.
[ and really .... the only reason why angelo can speak so detached from the situation is because his captain isn't here. ]
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Even if I were to pretend, for a moment, that affection and love were not of any priority to me... I would not find any of this... appealing, not even on the purely physical level.
[ Please tell him that people do not get a boner from looking at dick-shaped pastry?? ]
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It's useful in that way.
[ angelo isn't being sexy right now so he's not really going to demonstrate that, but at least the point is made? some of the corndogs have cheese in them, so biting in it will result in a rather sensuous-looking corndog oozing delightful cheese. ]
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[ That's much to think about. Garma is just going to... keep eating, and consider the concept of not being humiliated by the experience so much as being an observer actually enjoying the show... Huh. Maybe he gets it? In a really flustered and scandalized way. His poor sheltered sensibilities are going to take a lot of hits in this place. ]
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It's just an idea, in case you choose to indulge in that card of yours.
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... I... think I will, yes.
[ It comes with all kinds of emotional complications, and yet... ]
I can't survive only relying on others for charity.
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[ a rather detached statement. ]
That being said, regardless of how unsavoury the exchange is going to be in this world, it is still work and there's nothing to be ashamed of.
You are making the best out of a situation that could've been a lot worse. [ angelo finishes his food. ] Unfortunate that you should be so far away from home, but really, there's not much to look forward to for the Zabis in the future.
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I have certainly come to understand as much.