TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

[erkumods]

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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[navigating]

[ Abel's grip tightens where he's currently got a hold on McCree, fingers digging in but decidedly not pinching, even if his nails might be leaving small half-crescents in their place. There's a history of him scratching when he's really into things, and for that he'll be a little apologetic.

What he isn't remotely sorry about is being so impatient about getting this. The slide of cock over his tongue is everything Abel had been hoping for, and has him moaning deep in his throat just as McCree pushes up to where it's just on the edge of uncomfortable for Abel. It doesn't tip over into anything he doesn't want, nothing Abel isn't actively chasing after, and he bobs encouragingly, eyes shut in his focus. ]

[brambler]

[ jesse absolutely won't mind the scratching, even if it leaves him sitting funny for a few days. he's more focused on that eager mouth of abel's the way he bobs his head as mccree presses further in, feeling the slickness of his mouth.

he lets loose a low groan, already feeling the heat low in his stomach. he rocks his hips forward in a few shallow thrusts, testing abel as he starts to fuck his mouth. ]

[navigating]

[ Now this, this is exactly what he'd been hoping for. The weight of this cock, the way the control has been shifted away from him, all of it feels so good. He shifts and crosses his legs to try and ease up some of the pressure of his own unattended cock, and though it doesn't help as much as he'd hoped, Abel can't help but let out another noisy and wanton moan.

The hurtful words Praxis had said not two days before — what were you thinking, hooking up on your first night together — briefly occur to Abel, but he knows that what's happening now isn't some ploy to get anything out of him other than exactly what he's willing to give. Even as power is shifted away from him, Abel is thrilled to be exactly where he's put himself, certain of the way that it's on his terms. ]