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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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I don't think we should split up too far in this place. I don't trust those metal people at all.
[ Passing Fjord, he stops for a moment to slap a hand on his friend's forehead. ]
You're my temperature now. Let's get the stuff and put you in the bed, I want to see if my floaty magic booze thing works on poison.
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[ He has no idea what that means and instead focuses on dragging a single mattress and the blankets into the main bedroom. Without passing out.
It's a success! ]
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You, bed. Now.
[ He shakes off his coat and then unbuttons his doublet, leaving him in just the shirt. ]
I did that thing with the floating liquid when you were poisoned by the troll, and then with alcohol on Beau when she was really wasted in Hupperdook. Don't know what it is, but it might help.
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[ He goes where he's pushed and lays out his cloak on the makeshift bed, unbuckling armour next. All that is dropped to one side, then he hauls off the long tunic beneath with a bit of a struggle that ends up with Fjord wafting himself with a hand to cool down, crunched forward where he sits with arms hooked on the knees of his boots. Molly is welcome to the show, with proof Fjord is definitely thicker than he left him. ]
It feels like being kind of drunk but without the fun part of getting there.
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You're breathing alright? Nothing hurting?
[ He crouches down, tail moving over the floor in long sweeps as he starts tugging off one boot. ]
You're such an idiot.
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[ He's distracted by the feel of Molly's hands long enough for one of his boots to be worked down to a knee before he stops him, holding onto his wrists. The feel of skin has him swallowing a lump in his throat as he tries to keep his thudding pulse even. ]
Leave those on in case something attacks in the night. It's a little cold, too. I don't want frozen toes.
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[ Well, that's what he hopes it is. He's not blind to the other effects it seems to have on his friend. Molly agrees with the hunting, though. If they got their own food, they should be safe. Right?
Molly stops his unbooting when Fjord takes his wrists and then nods. Good idea, and they're lucky the fire dried the leather. (He doesn't want to know what it grew between their toes.) ]
Just lie down and try to sleep. I have first watch.
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GET MURDERED, PROBABLY.He's too tired to argue about watch though, nodding as he drags over the blankets from the other room. ]Wake me up if anything ... you know. Right away.
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[ Molly smiles a little, and then gets up to help with the blankets. Once he has the half-orc in the bed, he nods at the request to wake him if something happens. ]
Yeah, don't worry. I'm not sure I want to face anything here alone. But to be safe...
[ He reaches out to touch Fjord's forehead to see if he can purge the poison. The eye of the snake on top of his other hand starts dripping a bit with blood as he does. ]
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... You're bleeding.
[ It sounds stupid but it's also the most coherent thing he's said in a while. ]
I ... Thank you, Molly. Are you okay?
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I'm good. You feeling better, then?
[ He takes a seat on a chair, folding his coat and doublet. ]
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... Oh, yes, I. [ He notices he stripped out of his tunic and tries not to look embarrassed as he pulls that back on for decency's sake. ] I feel much better, less like I'm walking around in a scarlet house.
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I suppose it makes sense for this place to have drugs that make you loosen your inhibitions and feel horny. I'm sure some of these sex things are a little much.
[ Molly's mostly curious, but he's a special case of being a damn hedonist. ]
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Being given a list is a bit much, making it into a game is just ... mystifying. They sound like the shittiest mages on any dimensional plane if this is their final plan to save their world.
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Oh, definitely. I'm sure that's just an excuse to get their rocks off watching people bone.
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Do you think they're watching every house?
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[ He looks around, as if he was looking for hidden crystals or weird things. Unfortunately a lot of the stuff here was weird, so he can't exactly pick out anything specific. ]
You're fine, I don't think someone sleeping is that interesting. Unless you start talking in your sleep again.
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I don't talk in my sleep. You snore.
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[ He might be lying. Who knows with Molly. ]
Yasha has never said I snore, so obviously that's bullshit.
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Yasha wouldn't. And I don't babble or vomit sea-water anymore, so the floor will be fine when you wake up before you get at me for that.
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[ His features soften a bit at that, smiling. ]
Well, that's a fucking relief. For you and me. Wild gal doesn't make you spit up leaves or something?
[ ...okay so he couldn't resist slipping some teasing in there. ]
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[ Empty but wholesome threats. He's missed this. ]
No, there was just the ... seaweed egg-thing where everyone clawed me out.
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[ Molly's missed this too, and for him it's only been a day. ]
Seaweed egg? Are you half water chicken now?
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[ His brows waggle at Molly with what's meant to be mystery but probably looks stupid from his angle on the floor. ]
You don't know.
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[ Molly laughs, placing his folded clothes on a table in the room before coming back to his chair. ]
Sleep, Fjord. In four hours I'm waking you up, taking mine, and then you can have another four.
[ He looks a little amused. ]
...you could sleep in the actual bed, we're taking shifts anyway.
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