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TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

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.

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I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

Welcome, one and all, to a thrilling new location! Robots have worked tirelessly to build, from the ground up, what can only be recognizable as an amusement park. You are just in time for the grand opening of Six Flagellants: Great Advagtures!

The Ferris Wheel routinely stops when lovebirds reach the top, waiting for a kiss - or something more daring! - before it starts up again.

Robots warn of the scary Haunted House: a dark building with wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills. Flickering ghosts roam the halls, and you may find an eerily realistic Headless Horseman -- who bids you, "Come closer. Give me head," while pointing to yours. Hey, get your mind out of the... Nevermind.

The Carousel is a two-story affair. Nude figures with familiar faces lounge about, waiting to be ridden, and closer inspection proves that they have the faces of your fellow islanders. Hop on your favorite person and take them for a spin!

There are even Bumper Cars, which have the interesting effect of making one feel more aroused with every bump and impact. (It's randomized each time, so don't try to guess based on car color!)

What should be a similar ride, the Teacups, has the robots' madness written all over it instead. They have misunderstood the gentle spin-cycles for dangerous, dizzying loop-the-loops across a wide track. Some would swear that the ride has a supernatural invocation for fear. Others are simply man enough to admit they're afraid.

Lastly, the Tunnel of Love is not what you expect. Although flavored lube and guides to cunnilingus are on each fleshy-log-shaped boat, the motion of the ocean is quite soothing, and there's a pleasant floral scent in the air that causes a light intoxication.

Don't forget to try the food! Similar to the Street Kiosks, there's a ton of faire food: cotton candy, corn dogs, and the like.

Mascot outfits are available and those who wear them will be rewarded generously with credits.

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II. LIKE A FIREWORK

The next morning, you receive a message on your device: You are cordially invited to a celebration of skinship at the House of Worship. Please do not dress for the occasion.

If asked about it, the robots will confirm that is not a specific holiday, but a simple joyous event. If you pry, they may even say that the Old Ones often made merry and partook in the pleasures of the flesh - and so too should you.

For an hour, there will be food and drink - alcoholic and aphrodisiac. Then, at the designated time, once the sun has gone down, clothes will be shed and a revelry begun.

As fireworks explode overhead, the different colors send the naked senses reeling:

Red: You are amorous towards the people around you. Yours is a joyous celebration. The Auspicious Acts you offer are happy and lighthearted, full of kisses and sweet nothings.
Orange: You feel bold and adventurous, eager to try something - or someone - new. Your preferred Acts may be dangerous or exciting, perhaps with more than one person.
Yellow: You feel reverence when you watch the fireworks, reverence when you look at your fellow people. You feel blessed to be part of the celebration at the House of Worship, and you make the Acts you complete into Acts of worship. You are all about the spirit of generosity.
Green: You are not here to celebrate. Jealousy is your lot. Uncover a new side of yourself, full of bitterness and resentment, and try an Act that treads the fine line between light and dark.
Indigo: You are proud to celebrate! Those around you are lucky to bask in your presence. You have a newly-minted domineering attitude that makes itself known, and your Acts are likely to be something where you'll come out on top.
Violet: These fireworks make you feel unusual - the opposite of yourself. You are different in all that you want to do, preferring Auspicious Acts that you may not have thought twice about before.

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III. MISTLETOE

mistletoe

sensory deprivation

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N A V I G A T I O N

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arrival (nothing new);

It's far from the first time that Edmund Pevensie has ever arrived in some strange place on a wave crashing onto a shore. But it is, as always, troublesome. He sputters out salt water as he climbs up the beach, tearing off his jacket as he goes. He's dressed for travel: neat button up and hat and slacks and fine leather shoes, but at the moment, none of his luggage is with him. That's no surprise either. Though as he squints at the approaching mechanical creature, he suddenly wishes he had a sword.

"I say, who made you?" he asks, backing away. A dwarf, he hopes, but he glances frantically this way and that, catching your eye with a hopeful expression.

"A little help would be in order, I think?"

six flagellants;

Edmund has gotten a few things in order since arriving. He's sorted out his inventory, his housing (such as it is), and gotten the lay of the land. Which means he does not expect the adventure park. He's never seen such a thing in his life, all the fairs and festivals he's known utilizing rides much less involved. And, of course, less intimate.

The Haunted House is his first sign that the forced intimacy isn't relegated to the A5. He sneers at the innuendo and leaves as quickly as possible. The carousel is passed over as well, the figures and forms passing familiar and isn't that troubling?

He tries to take some solace in the food, a bundle of pink candy floss in hand as he wanders through the festivities, looking glum and otherwise not very keen on joining.

like a firework;

Edmund is grateful for anything that's not the amusement park, but not nearly as cautious as he should be. He partakes in the food again, and this time notices a distinct... change in his feelings. In his body. He's tempted to leave immediately, uncomfortable in his own skin, like there's an itch that he desperately needs to scratch. But the fireworks catch his attention for a moment and he pauses before he's even taken two steps away from the festivities. The colors explode in the dark sky above, orange and violet catching his eye.

Perhaps it's then that someone else catches his eye. He locks eyes with someone and, inspired by the Lion only knows what, approaches.

"Would it be too bold of me to say you look beautiful?"

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(( OOC: I play Edmund from a mix of books and movies, coming from the middle of The Last Battle, from the train. He's 19 at this stage. I will gladly match formats. Hit me up in PM if you have any questions. ))

It seemed there was something new to see at every turn and that, of course, meant that by this time Lucy was positively dizzy from running about trying her best to see and experience everything. Well- Everything within reason.So much has happened so fast that she's honestly forgotten for a moment that she shouldn't expect to see him. (Which is a strange thing in and of itself.)

"Oh! Edmund! Don't be so sour. Here, you simply must try these!" And as she bounds over, tugging a little paper bag of sugary roasted nuts (pecans were they? she doesn't quite remember) from her dress pocket she freezes in place, swiftly looking up, wide-eyed in shock.

"Edmund!!" And then, nuts be damned, she's racing at her brother to throw her arms around him. "Oh I thought for certain I was all alone!"

Lucy isn't the only one who needs a moment to properly assess the situation. Edmund is so glum in fact that he is imagining what his siblings would be telling him at this moment, so it's natural that he does not twinge onto the fact that Lucy's speaking aloud and not in his head.

Then, before he can formulate a proper response, he's got his arms full of one sister. The natural instinct is to, of course, hug back.

"I as well," he manages, squeezing her tight. "It's good to see you, Lu."

Good ... and bad, his mind supplies. He doesn't want her to be here anymore than he wants to be here himself. Less so, in fact.

TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

edmund pevensie | chronicles of narnia

six flagellants: I am so hideously rusty but I had to

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