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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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Okay, woah--
[ His eyes dart from her face, down her ches-- no, the sock, before finally deciding the safest place to look is the pile of clothes she's apparently collecting. ]
I can't help you with that. [ A beat. ] Is something wrong with all of those clothes?
:> I only have sexyface icons
summer childmortal boy. Pink lips curl up into a smile, and she does absolutely nothing to maintain any decency (although her long hair seems to conveniently censor the most important bits. Handy!)]Oh, I wouldn’t know, Dear. [She says, voice dripping with sweetness, although her eyes are sharp. Like a predator debating whether she wants to play a little or show mercy. She casts a glance over her shoulder to the little tent she’s called her own,] They’re not mine, although the little dragons on staff seem to think otherwise.
[She pouts,] I just can’t turn them down, their little faces are so sweet.
seems fitting haha
You don't want to wear anyone else's clothes. I get that.
[ Keeping his eyes on her face, he continues. ]
Where are yours?
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I didn't arrive with any. Although- [She steps forward, feet padding in the sand, getting too close for comfort, until she can reach out and tug at one of the sleeves of his jacket] Your garments are quite interesting! I've never seen anything like it, Darling. What do you call it?
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A jacket?
[ Let's ignore the fact that his voice has gone up at the end like he's uncertain about what its called. Keith isn't flustered, okay? Quickly, before she can comment he adds: ]
Why are you calling me "darling"? And why aren't you at least wearing underwear? Do you just like having sand down there?
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There's no need to be crude. The question is: Why are you dressed so prudishly, hm? It is my understanding we are meant to reconstruct this island with our - what did they call them - Auspicious Acts. Surely the little metal men told you the same.
[Aka, why aren't YOUR tits out, Keith?]
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Okay. [ It is not actually okay, but. ] How about this? I -- [ Starting to slide one arm out of the jacket. ] Will dress less prudishly.
[ You can almost hear the airquotes around that last word. He is dressed like a perfectly reasonable person, thank you very much. ]
And you can borrow some of my clothes until you find some of your own.
[ He holds out his jacket to her. ]
That sound agreeable?
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Eyes light up with interest and amusement when he starts disrobing.]
Is that all? [She takes the jacket,
good luck getting it back, Keith.looking at it more closely now, before openly eyeing the rest of him.]I will say. There are a great many things I have been asked to do, but you are the first mortal to ask me to dress.
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Gonna guess that means you don't interact with mortals much.
[ Or maybe he has way too much faith in humanity's collective thirst. Whoo knows. ]
Who are you again?
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[And since he's not going to strip any further, she will put his jacket on. But it... probably does not work as intended, as the crop top only barely covers her breasts, somehow making the rest of her nudity that much more obvious.]
Your kind know me as Lady Aphrodite.
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.... Okay, is that your actual name or is this like how Lance wants people to call him Sharpshooter?
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Of course it’s my name, dearest. Why would I go by any other?
[Both because it’s her name, and also, why would she want to be anyone besides herself. Preposterous.]
And what should I call you? It’s only polite, since I gave you mine.
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Ares.
[ Stated flatly, one hand on his hip. ]
You can call me that.
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No you're not.
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I don't see any rules saying I couldn't be.
p A beat. ]
Come on, we're going to find you some pants.
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making her cleavage look great in her opinion.]Darling, if you would like me to start drawing comparisons between you and my Lord Ares, I would be happy, but I don't think you would find them flattering.
[She's being nice! And shaking her head,]
No, I think I am just fine for now, if you aren't going to be honest with me, then I shall take my leave.
[3 feet back to her tent.]
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Take your leave? You still have my jacket.
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You said that I could keep it until I found clothes of my own, and that has not come to pass yet. One does not typically take bake their gifts to the gods so callously.
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It was never a gift, it was a loan until I took you somewhere to get your own.
[ He folds his arms across his chest, heaving a very deep sigh. ]
And you're seriously gonna keep insisting on this whole "Aphrodite, goddess of love" thing?
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Is it so hard for you to believe that you are standing in the presence of a goddess that you've resorted to calling me a liar? There is only one of those in this tent, and it is not myself, Dear.
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It's a lot to ask someone to believe without offering any proof to go along with it.
[ Not that he sees a clear incentive for her to lie about her identity, but it's really the patronizing attitude that goes along with it -- like he ought to simply accept that they're on different levels despite both of them being equally trapped here. ]
Would have thought a deity ought to be powerful enough not to get caught up in this. You weren't exactly brought here by choice.
[ He assumes, anyway. But it's a safe assumption. ]
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[Or maybe Hades just really enjoys doing all of that paperwork. It seems like a real step down from life on Olympus, if you ask her.]
And I do not require your belief, although I’m curious to know how would you suggest I prove it to you? [She stalks closer to him, crossing the distance between them in just a few steps. So, so close now, she loops her arms over his shoulders.] Would you like for me to make you fall in love with me?
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Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
[ Such confidence. Why is he being so rude, good grief. ]
And I'm not sure how being subject to the same whims of fate makes you any different from the rest of us then.
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This superiority complex you've invented for me is most unflattering. I am not the one that came barging in with problems that you've invented for me to have, that you then set upon yourself to solve.
[She likes being naked.]
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[There's an edge to her voice as she brings a hand up to slide against his chest. It would almost seem inviting if not for the fact she's advancing on him, pushing him back until the tent flaps part around him.]
If it is a good first impression you seek, I recommend you reconsider and try again in the morning.
[And with a shove, sends him out onto the sand, closing the flaps of her tent between them with a flourish.]
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