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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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that sure is korra — though to be fair, she also wasn't expecting klaus to pull her in so close. she's definitely not complaining, however. ]
—Wait, lead?
[ most of the popular dances in republic city didn't require leads, and it always felt like mako preferred a quiet night in when they were dating... so sadly, no, korra doesn't know how to lead. ]
Uhh, I guess—wait, [ she glances down at her feet, digging her snowboots into the sand for a moment to better distribute her weight. then she glances back up at klaus, her grin lopsided. ] I guess I should start by telling you I never left the south pole until I was seventeen.
[ VERY SHELTERED, WHUPS ]
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Klaus stifles some laughter, but not at her, it's just funny in general. They're both just sort of moving now, but not really dancing, it looks like. ]
Wanna know a secret?
I never left my mansion until I was about the same age as well, so I get it.
[ ALSO SHELTERED. To a degree. ]
I meeeean, I could go places, but it was either sneaking out or.. you know..
[ He pulls his hands back to kind of awkwardly punch the air to demonstrate. ]
Fiiiiighting crime. Or something.
[ he's so.... Twiggy... not vigilante material. ]
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the positive feelings give way to more appropriate sympathy, but that doesn't remove the small quirk to her lips. ]
I had to run away to start fighting crime. [ she builds on the info he gave her, wanting to share her own but not make it all about her. ] All my life I was told that it's my job to help people, but I was never allowed to leave.
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[ He wishes he could have just run away from his family to fight crime! But no.. he was fighting crime when he was a kid, still. He was still a kid when his brother passed. He and the rest of his siblings were still blamed for his brother's passing. They were all just kids, and yet, they were forced to carry the weight of the world and the blame for crimes on their shoulders. ]
All my life I was told that I was a disappointment, so I think the message you were told is a lot better.
[ And then, quickly: ]
But you're helping people now, I bet, so it all worked out.
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I'm sorry, you what?
[ WHO SAYS THAT TO A KID ESPECIALLY A KID LOCKED UP FOR SO LONG WHAT THE HELL, SIR REGINALD? ]
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Well.. it's true!
[ IT IS TRUE. ]
It's all water under the bridge now, but sometimes I do wonder what it would have been like to have... I don't know. A normal childhood.
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[ if she ever meets mister hargreeves she's going to give him a piece of her mind.
and a fist, maybe.
hm, things suddenly got kind of heavy. only one thing to do when that happens: find a place to sit! with a firm c'mon, korra nods her head toward where the benches have been assembled. ]
... Oh, right. Guess I should introduce myself? I'm Korra.
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We're both K's!!
[ He's.. unnecessarily excited about this. Why. He exclaims just that as he sits, but prefers to just sit on the ground and in criss-cross style. ]
I'm Klaus, and I'm an alcoho-- oh, no. That's not the right way to introduce myself. Sorry, that's just.. a habit.
I'm just Klaus.
[ ?? ]
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oh honey.
korra doesn't seem too bothered by sitting down in the sand, and she drops right next to him. ]
Well, just Klaus, it's nice to meet you.
[ despite the circumstances ]
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Well, the first thing you should know about me.. is...
[ He can commune with the dead? Manifest the dead? Susceptible to being possessed? Served in Vietnam? There are so many places to start, but instead: ]
I look.. hella good in a sarong.
[ And then, cause they're important: ]
I survived a WHOLE LITTER of seven.
[ don't call your family a litter, but okay. ]