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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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Aackk!
[ when he suddenly starts charging at her, but against her better reason, her first instinct is to reach for the nearest thing at hand to retaliate with. She manages to get a hand on a waffle of triple-scoop ice cream (ephemerally displayed, suggestively arranged) when she gets her own helping of pie smashed into her face.
Welp. It's officially war. She doesn't even wait to wipe her eyes clean before she picks up the ice cream cone and tries to smash it right into Klavier, wherever it may land. ]
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she doesn't wipe her eyes, so she can't see his smirk as he comes to a halt in the sand. (the custard probably doesn't help get any visuals of his face either.) unfortunately, he was distracted enough by the event that he didn't even notice the ice cream in her other hand, and suddenly she's flinging it right at him.
he knows how to dodge, at least, but not well enough when he can hardly see around the custard on his face. so the ice cream lands in the worst place possible, or maybe the best place for ema. it hits low on his stomach, and some of it hits where it definitely shouldn't go.
there's a yelp, so she can be sure that she hit a good spot. klavier quickly brushes off the ice cream from his toga. his hands are sticky, he and his hair are a mess, and now there are two ice dicks. ]
Enough!
[ he flings the ice cream and custard and snow cone off of his sticky hands, glaring at ema across from him. ]
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It figures something as harmless as a food fight would be what got his goat. ]
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What's gotten into you? You've been acting strangely this whole time!
[ yes she is really going to be putting this on him after dumping a snow cone on his head and then pieing him in the face ]
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Me, Fräulein Detective? I meet you at the beach, tell you information about the island, bring you to a stall to get some ice for your wounds, and how do you respond to my help?
[ he's starts wiping the custard from his cheeks, flinging it onto the sand. they definitely have the attention of people around now, but klavier is all about drama. ]
You cover me in food, for no reason at all! Is that not acting strangely? And you're accusing me! Laughable!
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Oh, there's a method to my madness. A scientific method, of course.
[ Of course...... but she doesn't feel like explaining herself to him, so rip. ]
I don't care how long you've been here — you've been way too chummy with me. It's weird. You should know how I feel about you, and if there's one thing you usually have in spades, it's tact.
[ Tact, not to be confused with subtlety. Klavier Gavin is not subtle, oh goodness no. ]
And charging at me with a pie? With all these people watching? You'd never tarnish your reputation like that.
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by the end of it, unfortunately, he's still glaring. the robot spins on its swivel, almost looking worriedly between them, its little robot arms still held up in defense. klavier shoots an arm out in gesture towards the crowd of people and robots concentrated behind him, enjoying the festival or otherwise watching them bicker. ]
Hah! As if it hadn't already been tarnished enough by what you'd done to me? I couldn't have possibly made it any worse!
[ actually, yes. he definitely could have walked away, or washed off in the ocean or something? but it's ema's fault, clearly. he's not subtle at all.
he lets his arm drop to his side and still frowns deeply, but at least his voice is lowering. ]
As for my 'chumminess'... I can't decide that your one-sided vendetta against me has gone on long enough? Or I can't have any sympathy for you, considering where we are? I thought you would appreciate having someone on your side while you're here, even if that person is your boss.
[ he wipes another bit of pie from his face and flings it onto the sand, turning away from ema. ]
Clearly that was a mistake.
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... Besides, he isn't the one who gets to decide if her one-sided vendetta has gone on long enough. Who does he think he is? So what if everyone loves him and he's rich and successful on two different fronts? Big diddly whoop. She can keep being sick and tired of him if she wants to. As for him having sympathy for her and thinking she wanted someone (and him of all people) on her side, that sounds like a personal problem. He should really work that out in his own time.
Anyway. There's clearly something off about him, but whatever. She assumes he'll get over it if mind-alteration is such a common thing around here. If he's still on his tantrum the next time she sees him, she'll deal with it then. Until then, she'll just roll her eyes, turn herself around, and start walking away. There's less point than usual in trying to talk to him while he's having a diva fit. ]