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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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… Where is Percival, anyway? Doesn’t he know it’s rude to make a lady wait?
He keeps his gaze diverted, really wishing he weren’t having a conversation while she’s naked.
Tbh poor Percival is probably out doing something boring like having tea at the cafe. ]
Yes. We’ve worked together for many years, back in our home world.
… He doesn’t strike me as the type to leave a partner alone for too long. Is everything alright?
[ Or maybe she banged him so good he’s now passed out in the other room. Awesome. ]
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Oh, it seems there is a misunderstanding. I'm not here for Percival.
[In the nude, as you do. She'll let that statement hang for a second as she paces casually towards the gentleman at the door.]
I only just recently washed ashore and I am still gathering my bearings. This was a far nicer estate than those tents on the beach. I only did not know it belonged to your friend, though I would be keen to meet him if he is such an attentive partner.
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Forgive me for misunderstanding! I shouldn't have assumed...
[ So that's where he is in life right now, apologizing to the person who broke in naked. Now he definitely can't look her in the eye. Especially not when she's coming closer, too. His time here may have made him less scandalized by the idea of sex and nudity but this is still... strange. ]
... I see. The Augur is summoning people here without so much as the clothes on their back? That is low, even for them.
[ From one misunderstanding to the next. ]
I don't have anything in your size, exactly, but I do have a few garments that would fit you, if you'd like.
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It is likely because I was dressed like this when I was pulled from my world. It does not bother me.
[When you live on Mount Olympus, you just get to do whatever you want. But she might have to investigate in a robe of some kind, if she expects anyone on this island to look her anywhere but the eye any time soon. What a strange situation to be in. Oh well, at least disrobing can be enjoyable in of itself.
Speaking of,]
But if you would like to offer me the clothes off of your back, well, I don’t think I would complain, darling. Are you a warrior in your world?
[Listen…. Someone who regularly bangs the god of war, she has a thing for fighters.]
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[ Or maybe it would make it easier? There are plenty of people who would be just fine with a beautiful woman parading around naked, but he doubts this lady would want to be ogled all the time (if only he Knew). ]
Warrior is a good way to put it, I suppose. I used to be a knight, but I haven't held the title in quite some time.
[ While he's speaking, however, he's also mentally running through the stash of clothes he has here. It's not a lot, but an idea strikes him. ]
One moment. I have something that may fit you.
[ He slips away (and is a little thankful he doesn't have to avert his gaze for a few seconds), reemerging with a t-shirt. It's still too big for her— it would fit like a short dress, but it didn't fit him and his stupid muscles, and he'd hate for the cute design to go to waste. (yes, he really thinks it's cute) ]
This may be a bit big on you, but you can take it, if you'd like.
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Her train of thought is cut off when he returns with... the most fascinating garment.]
What a delightful looking canine! [Yes, she thinks it's cute too, and she takes it from him, holding it out in front of her. Yes, this is a suitable offering.] But I cannot take a gift without giving something in return. Ah, normally I would give my blessing in battle but... [There's no fighting here, it seems like,] Perhaps a kiss for a handsome knight will do instead?
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He beams when she voices her approval. Someone else approves of a fashion choice he made, which is a rarity in his world. ]
Yes, I thought so too. I have a pug like this named Taro, though I believe he may be outside in the garden.
[ The suggestion of receiving a kiss makes his eyes flicker with confusion, though the way his ears flush with color betrays his otherwise decent poker face. ]
Oh... there's no need to repay me, miss.
[ Not that he would mind a kiss, but he doesn't want her to think any help comes with strings attached. Please help I want the smooch. ]
I've been here for a few months now, so I don't mind helping new arrivals however I can. I'm Siegfried, by the way.
[ He can at least look her in the eye now. ]
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My name is Lady Aphrodite, and I insist.
[Don't think she doesn't see the tips of his ears turning red, and, most importantly, feel the flutter of his heart betraying his otherwise stoic expression. And in case he thinks he can escape without giving into her whims, she slinks up closer, letting her fingers rest on his shoulders, leaning in like she's sharing some kind of secret.]
I would like my first kiss on the island to be with a... helpful gentleman such as yourself.
[...She's hamming it up a little. And before he can argue or somesuch nonsense, she leans in the rest of the way, pressing a (regretfully) chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
There. Debt repaid. That wasn't so bad, was it?