TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

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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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archie andrews — riverdale

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PHALLUS PHESTIVAL.

( archie andrews hardly needs an explanation to flash his tits or to put on a tacky blue and gold toga and leave one nipple peeking out. when in rome …or something? the robots got his school colors right, he’s gotta. he’s a little skeptical — why can’t he wear his own clothes? what’s wrong with jeans? he may be persistent but he’s hardly the person to stand against conforming just because. he has no reason not to go along with it. he’s here. it takes him a few tries to get it tied in place ( even with the how-to guide ) and it leaves the triple slash scar on his chest more visible than he’d like, along with a serpent tattoo on his shoulder, but archie won’t flinch from questions about them.

especially not once he’s at the festival and imagining that everyone’s eyes will be on the buttload of dicks, for lack of better phrasing.

he’s trying to mind his business as much as possible, accepting food from the robots here and there because hey, wow, yes. it’s no burger from pop’s but he’s starving and it’ll do in a pinch. he’s less thrilled when a robot presents him with furniture. )

Uh. Thanks? I always wanted a penis-shaped lava lamp. ( it’s a gift, okay, and he has manners. he promptly loses them when said robot rolls itself on to torment the next passerby. archie turns to the nearest person and summons up his friendliest smile. ) Hey, do you need … a night light?

( it's so obvious he wants to say glowing dick. don’t worry, he hates everything about this, too. )

FIRESIDE ADVENTURES.

( every time his cup runs empty, a robot is there presenting a fruity drink with a fun little umbrella and archie knows he should stop drinking them but around three or four, he stops caring. plus, he’s real cozy by the fire. his face is warmed by a lopsided grin, lazy and unbothered by everything that should be plaguing him. people are throwing caution to the wind and dancing in the glow, all shadows, and orange flashes. in a second, he might join them.

he plucks the umbrella out of his glass instead, carefully shaking off the alcohol, before he tucks it into his companion’s hair like a flower. he laughs though it isn’t particularly funny, only corny. guy or girl, archie doesn’t care. it’s likely he’s been chummy with an entire hoard of people the whole night. )

It looks better on you. ( he explains with a lackadaisical shrug like that’s a good enough reason for messing with someone’s aesthetic. he bulldozes along, undeterred, dumping his drink over his shoulder into the sand and freeing his hand up to hold it out in invitation. ) Do you want to dance with me?

FIRESIDE ADVENTURES, PT 2.

( eventually, a day in the sun and a night full of drinking sends him on a journey to claim a tent for himself. better believe he’s untying the damn sheet-dress he’s been stuck wearing to score free food and drinks, and shucking it off until he’s left in boxer-briefs. freedom. not giving a damn about stripping is not brought on by drunk brain, he usually sleeps in his underwear ( lest he overheats in the night and has more panic-induced dreams than necessary ). he’s lifting up the unzipped top flap of the sleeping bag, spreading it apart and standing over it when someone else ducks in through the canvas door.

his head comes up and he stares, silenced by the sudden surprise, not modesty. it’s late, tents are limited, and he’s slept in much worse places. )

Take the sleeping bag. This toga can double as a blanket. ( he straightens to full height, padding over to the abandoned sheet to scoop it up. ) As long as you don’t mind sharing a tent, I don’t mind giving up the sleeping bag.

WILDCARD.

( mix it up!! come at me with something else or a variation of one of these scenarios. whatever floats your boat. archie is 18 and mostly available for m/f, however, i am here to let him be bicurious af. )