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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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[ He doesn't sound like he thinks poorly of it, with a hint of awe underlying the disbelief evident in his words.
The attention going back to the bucket has him glancing back down at it himself. It's a little heavy after all that's been put into it, but despite his noodle arms Abel's grip hasn't slipped up. He goes back to looking up at Oran, making nearly the same face he had when the kiss earlier had seemed to soothe the pinch he'd been given. ]
Oh. If you want to? That'd be really nice, since I don't have any credits yet.
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As they make their way up towards the dunes and a pair of robots that are processing offerings, Oran gives him a grin.]
If the soft trades paid so well back home, I certainly wouldn't be putting my tail on the line against thugs and trolls... but I don't know. I haven't been treating it like it's just a currency. That's not nearly as fun.
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[ Does he want to ask about what Oran means by trolls? A little, but Abel feels like he could also take a guess, and having so many questions is starting to feel exhaustive, even to himself. When they make it over, Abel gratefully hands the bucket over for processing, rolling out his shoulders once the weight pulling on them has gone. ]
Hey, thanks for this... [ He pauses, looking surprised when something occurs to him. ] Oh! I never caught your name.
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Oran Vegalthon, Adventurer and ah, Mage in training. I suppose I should know the name of someone I've been kissing better.
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[ But, while he's on that subject, Abel'll slip over closer to Oran and give him a soft kiss to the cheek, letting it linger for a sweet moment before he eases back. ]
It's nice to meet you Oran Vegalthon. I'm Abel.
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Ah... just plain, simple, Abel?
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He contemplates for a moment, giving a name other than the one assigned to him, but Abel still feels like the right call despite the ways he's been used since being given it. ]
Task name Abel, Navigator of the starfighter Reliant, assigned by the Federated Alliance of Earth and it's Colonies — if you prefer that. But simply Abel is fine.
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[Oran rallies, smiling brightly.]
Simply Oran, to you, too. Ah...
[He looks a little sheepish, and presses the bucket back to Abel.]
I have a few other errands I do have to run today... but if you want to take the time for extra credits, it's a good way to take your mind off of things. But... there's a few gathering places around the city, so if you see me, don't hesitate to find me if you feel any other pinches.
[He can't quite pull off the seductive flirt, still a little too in his own head about that kind of forward permission. He does jangle the bracelet on his wrist, though.]
Or reach me over the network. Search for dvtch.
[Absolutely not like 'dutch', he has to part his forked tongue to get that last consonant spat out.]
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[ Abel takes hold of the bucket, a lot easier of a lift now that the crabs have been pulled from it. He seems slightly disappointed Oran is leaving, but that fades at the offer for him to reach out. And even if Oran feels like his flirt might have fallen short, Abel is all too happy to pick up the slack there. ]
Hopefully I won't get hurt again, but I'll keep an eye out for you to kiss it better either way.
[ And meanwhile he's mentally cataloguing dvtch away for when he himself has figured out both a handle on the bracelets network, and how to spell that. ]