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TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE
| TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE |
00. 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. The Dragon's Matchmaking Welcome to the Island, cherub dragons! The auspicious actions of your fellow Islanders have foreseen the reintroduction of dragons to the world. Unlike the hulking, possessive creatures of ancient lore (and recent hot springs), these well-meaning little critters love to help. Their small size and roly-poly frames make them unsuited to laborious tasks, but they will be the perfect companion to any residents who endeavor to pick up a small item, wish for their lunch to be delivered to an absolute stranger, or need a fire started from a tiny, flaming sneeze in their drafty homes. If a cherub dragon sees an Islander they perceive in need of their assistance, they will zip right in and refuse to scram until they’ve done the job! No visible struggles? No problem! The little dragons also love to play matchmaker. Persistent dragons will gleefully nudge together Islanders they believe will have chemistry, and sometimes they aren’t wrong! Of course, even if sparks fail to fly, the dragons’ trilling songs are known to kindle romantic feelings between strangers and long-time lovers alike. II. Ruins While the Islanders have been enjoying their autumn relaxation, the ‘bots of Erku have been hard at work clearing the surrounding forests of dangers for their guests’ safe habitation. If you are of deft hand with monster slaying, forestry, or even just hauling debris and weed picking, the robots will gladly exchange credits for help with reconstructing the recently unearthed mountain temple grounds from the rubble that remains there. Just follow the path of gently glowing mushrooms to the site of the temple ruins. Beware of lurking creatures, grabby plants, and falling rocks!  The temple ruins are tall and breathtaking, despite the eerie chill of the fog that lingers just beyond. Or is it the fog that sends a shiver up your spine? After all, this place was very spiritually important to the original inhabitants of the Island, the robots say to anyone curious enough to ask. Although their own programming does not include religious worship, the Augur believes the restoration of this place to be vital to the continued augmentation of Eros energy. When questioned about the strange shadows that seem to slip from tree to tree, or the unsettling feeling of ghostly hands that seem to nudge volunteers deeper into the grounds, the robots respond with nothing but bafflement. Their sensors detect no unknown organic presence afoot. III. Ritual Islanders who chase those mysterious shadows may find themselves particularly drawn to a structure that lay deeper within the ruins, beyond where the robots have made the most progress. Three sets of crumbling, moss-covered stairs join to form a central platform, which - despite the overcast skies - seems to emit a soft glow. Those who step onto the platform may begin to hear a quiet, compelling voice, which urges them to be free of their inhibitions and to offer their energy to the spirits to be multiplied hundredfold. Visions of naked bodies in the throes of carnal worship dance before the eyes. Those who are especially spiritually sensitive - or perhaps, just lucky - may feel as if possessed by a consciousness that is not their own, and that consciousness is filled with a burning sexual desire. Leaving the platform is an option if alone, but the intense and overwhelming urge to seek companionship will persist until an Auspicious Act is completed. Those who are fortunate to be joined by company within the temple will feel compelled to worship right then and there, no matter the risk of being seen. Within the walls of the temple, Eros energy is enhanced such that any erotic act - big or small - will be enough to break the spell. N A V I G A T I O N |
Angela Balzac | Expelled from Paradise
[It's jarring waking up in the sea without any recollection of how she got here, even weirder when she wasn't near any bed of water last she recalled. It was all dry and sand.
Angela emerges out of the water, coughing and sputtering, eyes burning from the salt and sand sticking to her skin and bodysuit and littered in her hair. Ugh, physical body is still difficult to get used to. But, just when she's about to get her bearings together, robots suddenly assaults her with towels and slap a bracelet on her, leaving the blond confused. When she finally finds her voice, she has questions in her mind, but the robots have already left her. All she could let out is a frustrated cry.]
You! [She points a finger towards the closest living being she could find.] Where am I?!
ii. dragon's matchmaking
Leave me alone already!
[A round blue dragon has latched itself onto Angela for hours, and she's annoyed with it. It was cute at first and she was curious about the alien lifeform, but it quickly proves to be a nuisance when it won't stop nudging and coaxing her until she nearly stumbles into someone. Which just frustrates her more.]
Shoo, go bother someone else. I got no time for you.
iii. ruins
[This is more her kind of territory, combat's her specialty and she really needed to let off some steam after everything since arriving to this island. She got her New Arhan back, a four meter tall exoskeleton suit, and she's more comfortable in here than having to physically walk through the wood.
She easily burns through the monsters with a plasma rifle, amassing credits from her kills. It's a step down from her work as DEVA's top agent, not that it matters since she's no longer one, but girl's got to make a living somehow. As she progresses through the woods, her eyes catch a figure and New Arhan's quick to raise its rifle. Only to then realize it's just a person. ]
Geez, I almost shot at you. [Angela's voice echoes from her suit and lowers the rifle] It's not safe out here.
iv. ritual
[Angela's out of her mech and onto the platform, exploring the ruins cautiously on foot, pistol gripping tightly in her hand. However, as she progresses deeper, her vision starts to get blurry, head spinning, and her skin flushes pink. What's more, there's a feeling burning in her chest. A feeling she's not entirely familiar with.]
Somethings... Something's strange. [She gasps and falls to her knees. She's not sure what's going on, but she's hoping someone is nearby.] Help...
v. wildcard
[Surprise me or hmu @
i.
Her voice stops him and even when she points a finger at him and delivers her question he looks around as if someone else would materialize to answer her inquiry. He is avoiding looking at her directly now opting to focus on the strangeness of her footwear(?).]
Did your clothes get washed away?
no subject
[It just keeps getting worse, now she's also defenseless on an unknown beach with strange robots and this strange young boy. Also, where the hell did her partner go, anyway? But in regards to clothes, no, she didn't lose anything. Last she checked, she was still wearing DEVA's agent uniform, yes a skintight bodysuit with fancy, glowing assortments ... He may not want to see her behind.]
Hey! [She raises her voice once more when she looks back at him, seeing him staring at her footwear for some reason. Why, is he interested in her high heels?] My eyes aren't down there. And you still haven't answered my question, you know!
no subject
He lets her go own talking to herself. He hadn't seen any weapons on the shore so much like his own sword those things could be lost at sea.]
I know where your eyes at. As for your question I do not know.
no subject
No idea, huh. I'm guessing you woke up in the water, too? [A huff. Then, she realizes he's still looking at her boots, even though he said he knew where her eyes are.] Are you that interested in my boots?
no subject
[The whole way he continues to regard her without actually meeting her eyes from an outside perspective would seem rude but he hasn't grasped that she could possibly be upset by this. Although now that he does take his time to observe her footwear closer, because he had been looking without paying them much attention before, those boots do appear odd to him. Therefore he answers earnestly.]
Yes.