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TDM 005: HAPPY SPOOKTEMBER
| TDM 005: HAPPY SPOOKTEMBER |
Arrival  This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface 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. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the "comfortable" new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. I. Harvest Hunt  As the daylight grows shorter and the muggy heat of the island’s summer gradually shifts to temperate days and chilly nights, Erku’s accessible wilderness explodes with a colorful collection of tempting fruits, fragrant-smelling herbs, and nuts and seeds plumped and ready for harvest. With warnings to beware of monsters, the robots of Erku encourage Islanders to take advantage of the land’s bounty by distributing basic camping supplies to those who are interested in exploring, hunting, and harvesting. They strongly encourage making the journey with a friend! Any surplus foods that Islanders bring home with them can be exchanged for credits with cafeteria robots! Just be careful out there - some of these fruits have strange effects once consumed. For extra protection out there in the wilds, the robots have fashioned crowns of flowers or foliage to wear on their adventures. The sweet and herbal smells from the crowns will discourage most Erku-native monsters from approaching, they assure - this is ancient knowledge from the planet’s long-gone civilization, so it can’t be wrong! What the robots don’t know is that the crowns have a deeper, more ritualistic purpose: after a few hours, the scent of flowers or herbs begins to awaken primal instincts within the wearer. Those who are wearing the foliage crowns feel overwhelmed by an urge to hunt, while those who wear the flower crowns delight in every opportunity to tease, outrun, and outwit the hunters. What happens when the chase ends? Well, that depends on the personalities and the chemistry between the hunters and their prey. While the robots are very insistent on placing crowns atop the heads of any Islander they see, they aren’t stuck on in any way and they are easy to remove, which can prevent or break the hunting trance. II. seeds and sap  Of particularly high credit value, the robots explain, is an elusive flower known as the skull sunflower. It appears exactly as one might imagine: at the center of an otherwise innocuous, towering sunflower is the gruesome visage of an open-mouthed skull. Don’t worry, the flowers are harmless! Even if it’s strange how the empty-socketed eyes seem to follow your every move. And why is it that the teeth - which, on closer inspection, are actually the seeds of the flower - only seem to chatter when your back is turned? Any Islander who can withstand their heebie-jeebies long enough to collect the petals and seeds from the flowers will fetch a handsome reward in credits upon exchange with the robots. Beware the sticky, blood-red sap that seeps from the eyes of each skull, however. Those who absorb too much through their skin will begin to hallucinate, visions of frightening or emotional events from their past dancing in the shadows. One might even mistakenly imagine that another Islander is someone they recognize from their past, someone who meant something to them - no matter whether that person is alive or dead in the present. The hallucinogenic effects of the sap can last for hours, or they can be shortened by a dip in the public baths. III. Tarot  Night comes, and in the darkness, a robot sets up a table by the beach. A solitary candle sits in the center, illuminating a deck of cards. F̶i̴n̵d̸ ̸y̶o̸u̸r̵ ̵f̵o̸r̷t̵u̶n̶e̷?̴ The robot reveals tarot cards and will do a variety of spreads to tell your fortune. Each fortune can be distilled into one central theme, which characters will find pervades their life for the next 24 hours. There is magic afoot: it can be sensed, and perhaps even dispelled, if luck is on your side. Though most robots on the island show a capacity for greater-than-average artificial intelligence, this pseudo-psychic 'bot -- M.S. Cl30 -- is less advanced. It only has six interpretations prepared:
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That --
[ Well, he can't deny that his actions caused a lot of trouble for people. ]
-- more often than I care to say.
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[ She sighs. Full on sighs, shaking her head. ]
And you'll never learn. Whatever... it's how you are, anyway.
[ Though she makes a little shoo shoo waving motion, reaching her hands up after to comb fingers through loose hair. Time to head back? Or... mm, back to flower picking. Whatever counts as "work" around here, she supposes. ]
Were you harvesting the flowers before all this too?
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You're oddly forgiving about it. [ A beat. ] I guess it's because you don't have to deal with it, really.
[ Which is good. ]
Oh yes. I ... [ Yashiki looks back over his shoulder before he looks down at his own hand. ] ... I lost all the petals.
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[ She likewise looks down at his hand... and all but rolls her eyes. ]
Great, so let's both start collecting again. Those things are... The skulls are strange.
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You're a funny girl.
[ He is about to tag her name onto the sentence, before agreeing that they should go back to picking flowers. Then he realizes that he has no idea what it is. His eyes widen a little as he stares at the space over her shoulder -- sweat starts to run down the back of his neck as embarrassment hits him hard.
Oh. Asking a name now? That's probably really weird, isn't it? But if I don't, that'll be worse. ]
Wait, what's your name? I'm Yashiki. Ah, nice to meet you. [ Right, he should do this properly! So he says all of that and holds his hand out to her. ]
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Annie Leonhart.
[ No nice to meet you, but it's an omission because she's tired, thank you. ]
How long have you been on this island?
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[ He breathes in and lets out a long sigh. ]
But ... I don't know if that's true. [ A beat follows. ] I think that we're in some sort of time dilation. What feels like months to us might only be a few minutes if not seconds in the worlds that we come from.
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... I guess it doesn't.
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I guess I don't have one anymore.
[ Yup. ]
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[ He almost forgot. ]
Let's go.
[ With a slight smile, as he tries to change her mind about "creepy," he adds: ]
But don't you think that they're kind of cute? Like the way that they smile at everyone? It makes picking petals pretty relaxing, don't you think?