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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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[ Or Weller, but that goes without saying; that's a loss he's still processing, though it's a slow-going affair.
He leans back on the foot of his holon, stretched out and smiling easily at the words, pleased at the compliment. The pose might be a little showy (draw him like one of your french pilots), but it's not like the two of them aren't both show-offs in their own ways. ]
Hey now. Careful, or I might get more than my recommended dose of ego stroking, and then where would we be?
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she laughs gently, placing a hand on her hip. ]
Well, we wouldn't want your ego to get too big, would we? Not when there's other things people would be interested in stroking.
[ even if... his body is currently lacking those parts, as far as she knows. ]
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Ohh, man, I am so not on my game.
[ In his defense, he's been out of it for four or so years. Getting back in might require more than just a day's time. ]
Can I go back to "hey"? I've got lots of practise with that one.
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Well, you know who to ask for advice if you need it.
[ she offers a wink instead. ]
But we can start from hey instead.
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[ He scoots over to give room if she wants to sit on the Chaser foot beside him and offers a little raise of his chin, giving his best effort of a devastatingly charming: ]
Hey.
[ — Though he breaks with a smile. ]
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7 points. You did a good job at mysterious stranger, but the smile broke it up a little.
[ just to tease him, she tilts her head, resting her chin in her hand as she leans forward. ]
Hello.
[ it is the same attempt at a seductive look, lowering the tone of her voice, but she snorts and shakes her head. ]
No no, I will stick to compliments.
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[ He's hoping ten. It'll be a real hit for him if this is a scale of a hundred.
Thankfully, she fares no better than him, cracking within the same breath as her attempt at pulling the same move on him. He leans companionably against her shoulder, ribbing a little even without the touch to back it up. ]
Takes more practise than you thought, hmmm.
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Out of ten, of course.
[ when he 'leans' into her and teases her about it, she waves a hand at him, stopping just short of going through him when she would slap his shoulder if he was solid. ]
It is one word. Telling someone they look good or complimenting a choice of food or drink is much better.
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I dunno, I guess complimenting drinks has never been my MO.
[ Raises an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms since he can keep leaning when he does; Chase doesnt actually need to support himself with them. ]
Don't get me wrong, if I'm with someone I'm gonna make sure they know damn well that they're cherished, with words and actions and... everything else. [ U know what he's saying. ] It's just the... Getting to that point. That's the tricky part, now.
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That's the whole point of a good line, like an ice breaker. Even a bad one can be good if you play it off right. Like the falling from heaven line.
[ a beat. ]
I might not recommend that one for use on people who have, well...
[ you definitely got shot out of the sky from what she remembers. ]
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[ Yeah, not the best line to throw down around him. He gives a sigh, sobered but not sounding particularly bothered, and shoots a sideeye at Valentina. ]
It's got the potential to be a hell of an icebreaker if you accidentally used it on someone who has, I'll give you that.
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[ she laughs a little bit when he suggests it being an icebreaker. ]
I suppose that's one introduction that would stick out in your mind quite a bit, no?
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[ He shuts his eyes and rolls out his shoulders, still leaning back on the nonexistent support behind him. ]
Is it cool if I quit mixing? I don't wanna leave you hanging for company, especially if it's been so long, but I'm kinda wiped.