TDM 007: ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? (Sorry, No Refunds)

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TDM 007: ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?

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. Entertainment District Old and new arrivals alike have likely been enjoying(?) the Island’s one day of sunshine per week - and so have the robots! The energy they are able to harness from the sun has increased their productivity exponentially, and a colorful multi-level entertainment district has sprung up to surround a few of the city’s familiar locations. Here you will find the forge, the clothing shop, the Full Moon(ty) Theater, as well as a freshly upgraded Ticket to Ride: an all-purpose arcade where tickets won from skeeball and Whack-a-Woody can be exchanged for sexy, colorful prizes! Admission is free, and the robots especially encourage islanders to check out the following arcade additions: Lurid Laser Tag: Slip into a full-body laser tag suit and arm yourself with a robot-provided laser gun before you go into this spooky and maze-like laser tag arena, which has been designed in the fashion of an abandoned, post-apocalyptic city overrun with creeping, squirming, and sometimes grabbing plants (which may look and feel very familiar to the earliest residents of the Nameless Island). Avoid these obstacles and try to spot the enemy before they spot you! The laser guns issued by the ‘bots have three graduated settings, chosen by the shooter, to alert you when you are hit: 1. vibration, 2. sweet caress, and 3. deep massage. Any part of your laser tag suit may activate, depending on where you are hit. Islanders may choose to play 1-on-1 with a friend, or can be randomly assigned to an opponent or team. VR Rooms: Pull on a shiny new headset and enjoy an immersive virtual reality experience like none other available on the Island thus far! The technology is still somewhat limited, however, in that the rooms can only replicate settings and environments from the current users’ memories. Whether you’re looking to train your battle skills on your old stomping grounds or simply want to share the experience of your favorite hometown noodle shop with a friend, these new VR rooms will literally open up new worlds of entertainment to you. VR Rooms can be enjoyed alone or in pairs, and they are fully private. GundamPods: A scaled-down version of the newly installed mobile suit simulation cockpits which can be accessed in the hangar at the outskirts of the city, these side-by-side pods allow users to recreate the experience of piloting any mobile suit that has been brought onto the island, in PVP format. Scant and form-fitting clothing is recommended for the most seamlessly realistic piloting experience, as this allows the technology to interface with your sensory system. Wear a bikini and you’ll feel it right down to the G’s! ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● II. Sexscape Room Looking for the latest opportunity to earn credits? Look no further! The robots are researching the problem-solving capabilities of organic lifeforms, and they are seeking the Islanders’ help. The offered reward is very generous, and the ‘bots say the time commitment is no more than two hours. No manual labor required! Participants will only be given a puzzle to solve within that time limit. Those who agree will be led to a spacious, if dark, room... but not alone. When the lights turn on, two volunteers find themselves trapped together in an escape room! Written clues lead participants through a series of steps to find the trick that will unlock the doors that hold them captive. However, what kind of room they find themselves in is entirely luck of the draw. Some rooms are perfectly normal, with almost absurdly easy puzzles to solve - a tip of a bookcase or a key hidden beneath a pillow might just be the ticket out. Others may be outrageously difficult, with clues taking the form of cryptic riddles and assigned tasks requiring partnership and teamwork to complete. What kind of tasks, you may ask? Well, for some rooms it’s fairly obvious what volunteers are expected to do in order to earn their escape. That riding crop says it all, does it not? Those who fail to solve the escape room within two hours will be released without incident, the promised credits loaded to their devices. Islanders who successfully escape the room will be additionally rewarded with a goody bag of cute and colorful BDSM gear! ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● III. Speed Dating at the Limp Noodle So many renovations have occurred thanks to the efforts of those on the Island and the robots have decided a grand opening of the new Limp Noodle Shop! This robot-run shop has three small tables and a long counter for serving customers. It caters to various noodle foods and soups from any world and their menu changes regularly, but Wednesday is All You Can Eat Ramen Day. Try the Special Spicy Fishcakes to get a free drink, but they might make your noodle anything but limp and you'll need some help to calm it down. Effects can last up to three hours. But that’s not all. To promote the grand opening of the Limp Noodle the robots have added more seating and opened up the week for Swap Meet Speed Dating. That’s right, speed dating. Anyone who takes part in the 10 minute rounds of looking for your next Auspicious Act partner will receive all-you-can-eat snacks. Couples who hit it off will receive a free meal at a small two-seat table in a more secluded area. Questions are provided on note cards with a fine print reminder: “Eye contact supports sexual intrigue, please maintain at all times.” ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[jokey]

[This would make for one hell of a nasty prank, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, it seems the joke is on Akira. For the time being, he's staying put, watching ann quietly and affecting composure despite the disconcerting reality that is Ann not remembering him for, well, him.]

I have never answered to that name. That's because it isn't mine. [But he could say as much a million times over and Ann would be no less perplexed. In that case...] What would convince you?

[What would convince her that he is himself, no matter what name Ann remembers him by?]

[pussy_whip]

I don't know! Tell me something only you would know about me. Not how we met or anything. Something... I dunno. Personal...?

[ Not the best move, probably. If he is a figment, he'd probably be able to answer that too. ]

You asked me who you are to me. Who am I to you?

[jokey]

[Right. That's why Ann's initial question goes unanswered, Akira tugging up a knee to rest his chin against it. There is no proof he could possibly provide, and therein lies the issue.

Therein lies the impossibility of proving that he is the friend, the leader, the classmate she knows. Even so...]

...someone very special.

[But what good is his word when the odds are stacked this high against him? As always, his best course of action is to believe his actions will be enough to sway her when his words alone are not. Rising to his feet, Akira approaches her, knee sinking deeply into the mattress. Bracketing her in place.]

Let me prove it to you.

[pussy_whip]

Special?

[ That can mean a lot of things. It says a lot without actually telling her anything. Your girlfriend or your crush can be special to you, but so can any platonic relationship.

Granted, the fact that he's looming over her with his pants tenting because his dick is hard as a rock pretty much crosses "platonic special" off the list of possibilities.

Instinctively, she scoots back a little, but that only pushes her closer to the center of the bed... and the pile of dildos there. Gross. ]

What's your favorite place we ever went together?

[jokey]

[You're stuck between a hard place and several hard places, Ann. It might be best to stay put.

Ann moves back and Akira inches closer. At the same time, he maintains that careful distance between them, no more than a hair's breadth. No more and no less, his fingers settling around the zipper sitting pretty just beneath the swell of her breasts.]

How can I pick just one? [Ah, don't smack him. He'll toss out some examples.] The buffet in Shibuya where you ate your weight in crepes. Destinyland, at the top of the ferris wheel where we took that selfie.

[...and the clincher.]

My bedroom. "Don't complain that I'm too heavy," you told me.

[pussy_whip]

Hey! I-I'm not heavy! [ Wait, that's not the important part to focus on here! While that kind of thing absolutely sounds like something Ann might say, that... ] That never happened. I thought you were dating some genius shogi player ever since we got back from Hawaii.

[ She'd tried to stay out of it, actually. Ever since she'd fumbled her chance to confess her feelings on the school rooftop, it felt inappropriate to keep tabs on who Ren was seeing. It wasn't any of her business.

What he's saying now, though... It sounds like she wasn't just a special person. It sounds like she was his special person.

And really, if there are people here from so many weird different universes, is it outside of the realm of possibility that somewhere out there, a version of him feels the same way about her as she does about him?

Or, y'know, he's just horny and he's sweet talking her to get into her pants. But he wouldn't do that to her, would he? Not after everything they'd been through together. ]

Do you really feel that way about me?

[jokey]

[Oh, Ann. The only one concerned about your weight is you. For what it's worth, Akira doesn't mind a little bit of cushioning at all.]

Hmm? I don't recall dating her.

[But perhaps this Ren fellow had? Who can say. Certainly not Akira, whose eyes are on nothing but Ann in this moment.

Akira tugs that zipper lower. At her question, he nods.]

That's one thing you know about me. I wouldn't tell a lie that would break your heart.

[And he pulls it lower still, but once that zipper wanders down past the point of her navel, Akira's hand halts in place. Before they go any father, there's an important conversation to be had here that's long overdue.]

...does it scare you?

[Intimacy. Sex, to put it bluntly. With Ann's past struggles considered, the harassment and abuse she'd suffered at the hands of Kamoshida, the very last thing Akira wants to do is make her feel like little more than a sexual object. Like a body meant to gratify, rather than a person with thoughts and feelings of her own.]

[pussy_whip]

... Not if it's with you.

[ Because this is Joker, isn't it? Whether he's Ren or Akira or whatever, he would never hurt her. The fact that he's asking is proof of that. He's not going to hurt her.

The fact that she's done this a few times at this point makes it easier, too. She knows what to expect. Though, she's never actually been unzipped from her Panther suit, so she makes a small noise of surprise when one of her breasts just pops free of the latex fabric with a little bounce. Her hand snaps up to cover it automatically. ]

[jokey]

[–Ah. That breast making a break for it actually makes Akira jump a bit. It's so cute... Ann, ur bobbies..............

Soon enough, Akira's laughing. It's a quiet, mirthful laugh. One full of warmth. One that pulls his smile wide.]

I'm surprised that doesn't happen more often.

[Small blessings, or if you ask Ryuji, small misfortunes. Akira's fingers trail up along the hand covering her breast and prompts her to let their fingers intertwine. He won't guide it off of her breast, not yet. For now, it's enough to hold her hand. To feel the rapid-fire beating of her heart just beneath it.]

Go easy on me, alright? I'm a novice.

[pussy_whip]

[ Akira's laugh is so genuine that it's totally disarming. Ann has to laugh, too. This situation is so crazy, but they're here together so it's not so bad. ]

Why don't you lie next to me first?

[ Or not, because the bed is still covered with dildos. Ann stares down at them reproachfully, slowly releasing Akira's hand to swipe at them. They bounce and roll in every direction, and the sweeping motion of her arm is just aggressive enough to dislodge her other breast.

Ahh, screw it. ]

C'mere. Maybe you could kiss me first?

[jokey]

[Correction: the bed was covered in dildos. While they're in the process of removing unnecessary things, Akira slides Ann's mask off and sets it beside his own, settling onto the bed right beside her. Just as she'd requested.

On second thought...]

...come here. [Akira motions for her to straddle him.] You're most comfortable when you're on top of me. Take my word for it.

[And don't worry about your weight, silly. Get that curvy ass over here.]

[pussy_whip]

[ Ann has actually discovered on her own that she likes to be on top of her partner in intimate situations, so she moves to do just that, shaking her head in amusement as she swings her leg over and settles in his lap.

This position puts her exposed breasts almost directly in his face, and it presses her pelvis right up against his erect cock, to boot, so she does what anyone would do if they wanted to torture their special someone and gives it a very slight grind--just enough to keep the blood pumping.

She starts to peel her gloves off, then. If they're doing this, she needs her hands to be free. ]

Did we sit like this before?

[jokey]

[And this is precisely why Joker doesn't mind letting Ann roost on his lap like a lovebird– she's beautiful to behold and his eyes can't help but appreciate every last inch of her. Grinding on him is definitely a bonus, though it does manage to catch Akira by surprise, pulls a sharp gasp from his lungs. Why? He's incredibly distracted by everything else she's giving him, that's why. Ann's a beautiful girl, but she's also quite an overwhelming one. Not that he can complain, of course.

Akira's hands settle about her, sinking into the gentle slope of her thighs and arching up to indulge in the fiction between their hips. On his lips, a soft smile.]

We did. You're like a queen on her throne.

[Something tells him Ann prefers being on top, as it were. Naturally, Akira has no problem with the idea of bouncing her on his lap.]

How's it feel? Comfy?

[pussy_whip]

[ Once the gloves are off, Ann tosses them aside on the duvet. Experimentally, her fingers card through his hair, pushing his bangs away from his face so she can examine him more thoroughly. Her thumbs smooth over the arc of his eyebrows. A fingertip ghosts down the bridge of his nose. Every detail of him is as she remembers. If he's a copy, he's a convincing one. If he's a copy, does it make him less real than the one she'd known? The one who'd been here before might not have even been the one from her world, but his name had been the same so she'd overlooked the other inconsistencies.

This one--Akira--he feels real. His arms are warm around her. Maybe it doesn't matter if he's the Joker she knew or not. Maybe it only really matters how he makes her feel, and how she makes him feel. ]

Very comfy, yeah. [ Her forehead rests against his. ] Show me what you've done with me before. How did you kiss me? How did you touch me?

[jokey]

[For the time being, Akira leaves his gloves on. Letting Ann strip him down layer by layer sounds much more appealing than doing the honors himself, doesn't it? Like a Christmas present, or perhaps more aptly, a Valentine wrapped in a satiny red bow.

Ann presses her forehead to his and Akira smooths the backs of his knuckles along her cheek, speaking softly in the space between their lips.]

Where do I begin? Let's see...

[...he'll start with the sorts of kisses he'd greet her before a date with– chaste and soft. Little by little, he presses more of those kisses to Ann's lips, gradually lending them more weight. His hands glide down the curves of her sides, slope along her pliant thighs. There isn't a part of her Akira hasn't wanted to touch, much of her body still left to the whims of his imagination. That changes tonight.]

[pussy_whip]

[ Ann can't help but sigh softly at the gentle kiss. She's wanted this for months now but it feels like so much longer than that. Her lips part for him, her kisses warm and open-mouthed. There's no rush for them to be anywhere, no need to hurry through this.

That doesn't stop her from tugging his long coat down off his shoulders. It's not exactly fair for her tits to be hanging out while he's sitting there fully clothed, is it? That means he'll have to lift his hands from her thighs, but he can replace them once his arms have slipped out of the sleeves. ]

[jokey]

[Akira acquiesces, easing himself up onto his elbows and allowing Ann to divest him of his coat. He wiggles out of it not long after and tosses it to lie in a heap beside the dildos strewn about the floor.

By all means, let them both hang out with their tits out, but they've a few more layers left to shed. Akira will do the honors of loosening up the buttons lining his vest, but peeling him out of it entirely is a privilege he'll leave for Ann. In the interim, he deepens that kiss and interlocks their tongues, feeding on the heated breaths that shake free from her lungs.]

[pussy_whip]

[ He may have a few layers left to shed--Ann has nothing on underneath the skintight material of her outfit. Does it look like there's room for underwear beneath this suit?

But that's neither here nor there. The buttons popping loose on his vest prompt her to pluck at the fabric, wheedling until there's enough give for her to pull that off, too. There's a growing urgency to her movements, not fueled by a neediness born of arousal but from the part of her brain that insists this can't be happening--that it's something she's wanted too much for it to be real.

So, y'know. She bites him. Just a little nip to his lower lip, then a scrape of teeth along his jaw. It doesn't feel right calling him by his professed name when she's only known him as Ren in the past, but she's willing to try it out. ]

Akira.

[ It's a good, strong name. Decisive.

She undoes the closure on his pants and gives a tug. She can be decisive too. ]

1/2

[jokey]

[That's your lizard brain talking, Ann. Let it run wild.

Akira's certainly left all thought at the door, emptying his head of anything that isn't strictly related to the girl looking down at him with those big blue eyes.

...so, maybe understandably, he's caught off-guard when that pretty little thing bites him. Boy, she's managing to do that a lot tonight, isn't she? Akira isn't the least bit displeased, though she'll have to mind the way he throbs beneath her weight whenever she sets her teeth to him. Grazes him with those full, supple lips.]

What's up?

[Accepted me for me yet? Fighting fire with fire, Akira brusquely tugs Ann's catsuit the rest of the way down. Just deserts for forcing his dick out. The gloves are coming off, red leather clamped between Akira's canines and tugged off his fingers. He can't resist the urge to slide one in the space between Ann's suit and her lady bits, but–]

[jokey]

[Oh. Oh fuck. His finger slips between her folds like a clown on a banana peel because goddamn, she moist as hell. Akira finds himself unwilling to censor his laughter, one part shocked and two parts delighted. Man, girls are great.]

Ann.

[It's his turn to throw her name at her, and oh, Akira sounds quite pleased as he does.]

You're amazing. Just thought you should know.

[pussy_whip]

[ Well, anyone who's taken a look at her Persona shouldn't be too surprised by all of this. She's called "Panther" for a reason. She's not a docile little kitten, but a dangerous predator able and willing to gut a man on a whim. Akira is lucky that it's a figurative rather than literal attack.

... Mostly.

He fights back, though, unzipping her the rest of the way down--embarrassingly, not even as far as the zipper goes--and touching her surprisingly wet folds. Surprising to him, anyway. ]

Don't laugh! I've wanted this a long time, okay?

[ Her face is red when she says it, but she's smiling sheepishly, too. ]

I tried to forget. I really did! But... it's hard to turn off the feeling.

[jokey]

[By all means, maul him. Akira will accept a sweet death if it's Ann's hands he's dying by. But, uh. Let him dick her down at least once before he meets his demise.

Flipping his finger upright, Akira slides it back and forth between those folds, idly toying with her as a cat might with a little mouse. A big scary predator, is she? He wasn't aware panthers purred so sweetly.]

Don't apologize. I love it.

[Men are innately simple creatures– it doesn't take much to please them. Even men like Akira. That said, he finds more pleasure in being with Ann than he does with just anyone. Far, far more. Enough so that he can't censor himself as well as he'd like to, voicing his desires with a certain plaintiveness that she alone is treated to.]

There's something I've wanted for a long time too. [...] Sit on my face.

[Oh.]

that fucking icon 1/?

[pussy_whip]

[ Record rip. ]

[pussy_whip]

[ Well, any thought process that Ann was having goes completely out the window. ]

You want me to... Oh. Uh. Uh.

3/3 lol jesus

[pussy_whip]

[ It's probably only a second or two but it feels like years before her brain reboots itself. ]

O-okay. Okay. Okay! Yeah.

[ But she shimmies back away from him (albeit regretfully), away from that finger teasing her, from all of it for just a moment. Maybe it's a dumb concern, but she's not going to get down to business on a bed while she's still wearing her boots, and his request really cements the fact that they're doing this.

She nearly falls over as she tries to undress. Getting out of the suit is apparently far more challenging than zipping into it, since the boots just do not want to come off. It sounds like someone is making a balloon animal. ]

Just... just give me a minute!