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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 |
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We do what we must. There's always work to be done, in the Underworld. [Mortals always be dyin'. A beat, just for that added emphasis, before he adds, simply:] I'd like to get back to mine.
[Married to his job, this one, which is perhaps why he turns, heading to that back corner to grab his dry-ish chiton. He's going to find a way out of here one way or another! Yeah!]
Rest has never been a priority.
ps your thanatos is wonderful, i'm loving this thread
Yes, it’s funny, isn’t it? [She muses, flipping a corner of the blanket back flat. Not looking terribly bothered or in any hurry to go anywhere soon. Being work pals means that Thanatos gets the Olympian treatment: Slumber party style lounging and chattering about whatever comes to mind. This is how the Olympians Do..] You’re tasked to lead mortals to their eternal rest, but get none yourself. Poor thing. The Fates are cruel like that, I suppose.
[Imperfections in the bedding aside, she watches him with interest, eyes sharp despite her lackadaisical posture.] What do you plan on doing? It doesn’t seem like we can return so easily.
[She’s tried. Despite appearances, she doesn’t particularly like being pushed into a circumstance against her will. Oh, she’ll have a good time of it, but it’s the principal of the thing.]
wah, ty!! your aphrodite is a delight!
...Not that he underestimates Aphrodite in the slightest, so, quite honestly:]
No. But I do not intend to be any less diligent.
[Finding a way out of here (and making sure Zagreus doesn't get into too much trouble) is his new job, even if he isn't quite sure where it's going to take him. Wonderful.]
Have you spoken with the mortals here, Lady Aphrodite? Many of them are unfamiliar with our work. [Nothing new for Than, really, but as he approaches the bed, holding out his chiton:] With us.
[It's sex island, sure, but mortals are still finnicky... kind of prudish...]
<3 <3!
Indeed. Some are at least familiar with my name though they doubt my divinity, [She switches to sitting up when he approaches her, fetching a sash that he’d had folded on the bed next to her, and holds it in her hands, to offer to him once he’s finished putting on the rest of his ensemble.
See, she’s not entirely unhelpful.]Although, [She picks off a bit of lint, and pouts,] I’ve already upset a few with my continence, I fear.
[Aka, running around in the buff.]