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TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

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.



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.



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.


  • A group shower will be provided after the festivities wind down.



    III. MISTLETOE





    Many cherub dragons can be found gathering together in the Greenhouse, working together to finish the cultivation of a new plant. They spend an exhaustive night decorating the island with the new greenery, which can soon be identified as mistletoe.

    You may think it's sweet of them, but don't get caught underneath one of these sprigs!

    Standing under the dragon's mistletoe will cause sensory deprivation - and of course, the only way to regain what was lost is to indulge in an Auspicious Act.

    (You may choose whichever sense you like, or even choose to be figurative, such as "the sense of reason" or "a sense of purpose.")



    N A V I G A T I O N



flurry_of_beaus: (050)

beauregard lionett | critical role

[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-18 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
arrival;
"Fuck me!"

Beau's not in the mood. She's soaking wet, covered in sand, and currently being pursued, steadily, by some kind of hulking mass of metal and magic. It's not where she wants to be.

"Fuck you!"

She pauses in her avoidance, ceases her dodging from side to side to confront the machine. And promptly kicks her leg up, slamming her foot into where its face sort of is. It does not seem to like it, which was kind of the plan.
six flagellants;
The amusement park is straight out of this world for Beau. She's settled, more or less, into her situation. And as much as she's not happy about it, she's not going to let it stop her from investigating. There has to be a way out, or some better explanation, if she just searches hard enough.

But it's hard not to enjoy herself a little. The food is good and the rides look exciting. The Haunted House leaves something wanting, as ghosts she cannot punch are no fun at all. But the Teacups inspire just the right about of fear in her to feel her adrenaline pumping.

She hops onto the Ferris Wheel, noting after the second or third go how the gondola waits at the top of the curve to let riders figure a few things out for themselves. She turns to the person next to her. If a lady, she gives her a wink and scoots closer. If a man, she shakes her head. Sorry, pass.

The Bumper Cars too are too good an opportunity to pass up. But by the end of it, she's buzzing, feeling much too much. She frowns thoughtfully as she gets out of the car at the person near her.

"Is that, um, supposed to happen?"
like a firework;
Beau. Loves. Fireworks.

She grabs herself some food and drink and plops herself down on the ground to get a good view. Of course, lying on the floor presents some problems. She gets a good view, or too good of a view, up at the people around her. She might get tripped over. She sits up with a sigh and tugs at the clothes of the person nearest her.

"Grab a seat," she advises. "It's best from down here."

Above them, the colors explode, red and indigo and violet.
wildcard & notes;
(( OOC: Beau comes from Episode 88 and is a lesbian. F/F only for smutty things, but I she likes dude friends so feel free to hit up the prompts in a gen manner. I will gladly match formats. Hit me up in PM if you have any questions. ))
wanderstars: (07)

like a firework

[personal profile] wanderstars 2020-12-18 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Clothes? Not sure one can call clothes to the incredibly sheer tunic Kori's wearing right now, barely covering her down to her thighs. Not much left to the imagination there, and if she's wearing the flimsy piece of fabric it isn't for any attempt at modesty, more that she simply likes the way it looks and flows with the breeze.

Nevertheless, the tugging is enough for her to look down, smiling brightly before doing as told without question, sitting with her legs folded to the side, weight propped up with a hand to the ground.

"Thank you. They're very pretty, aren't they?" She leans closer, peering into Beau's plate. "Can I try some of your food?"
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-18 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn, that's good clothes. Or, tunic. Or lingerie. Or whatever. Beau tries not to drool or to gawk, but it's obvious that she appreciates the beauty now sitting down beside it.

It's really freaking fantastic on this island sometimes, thanks gods.

Beau herself is down to a wrap that only preserves her modesty when it comes to her breasts, and some short shorts that serve as underwear. But, still, she wasn't about to go completely without clothes, despite the invitation.

"Oh, yeah, here." Beau offers out the plate of fruit and baked goods. "I like the ones with the strawberries best."
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[personal profile] wanderstars 2020-12-18 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Kori couldn't care less for clothes, particularly when they serve only the purpose of modesty— which she doesn't really have. She knows the tunic serves very little purpose, and she definitely seems to appreciate the attention, even if it nearly comes with ogling or drooling or whatever. Beau is more than welcome to keep staring.

"Mm, I like strawberries," she beams as she helps herself to some, popping them into her mouth one by one, letting out a happy hum. "So sweet."
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-18 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it's the wine or maybe it's the fireworks, or maybe it's just the woman, but Beau cannot help but watch as she pops those tiny fruits into her mouth.

"You seem sweet," Beau counters with a smile. "What's your name, by the way? I'm Beau."

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Kori is 6'3, just... fyi

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what a tol babe

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hehe yes she is

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blumenthal: 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔩 | dnt (pic#14465890)

when i tell you i screamed--

[personal profile] blumenthal 2020-12-18 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Normally Caleb has absolutely no reason to be hanging around the beach. But it was about this time last month that he'd washed up here himself, and according to pretty much everyone, it's a pretty steady cycle. That first day on his own here had been absolute hell, so he figures that it is the least he can do to make sure none of his friends are turning up here confused and without any of their belongings without at least some guidance.

He's not even to the beach before he hears an all-too-familiar shout followed by--impact.

No surprises there. Relief and fondness mingle in equal measure with exasperation as Caleb breaks into a sprint, breaking through the treeline a moment later to stand atop one of the tall dunes at the edge of the beach. Sure enough, on the sand below taking a fighting stance is one of his closest friends.

"Beauregard!" he calls, already pulling components from the pouch at his side and beginning to cast. A moment later Beau will feel a familiar increase in speed as Haste takes effect. "It isn't going to hurt you!"

Well, it might now.
flurry_of_beaus: (043)

i'm here to please ;)

[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-18 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bwah?"

She hears Caleb's words but she also feels Caleb's magic in her bones, in her muscles, spurring her to move faster. The instinct here is to fight, land double the blows she usually would. But she also trusts Caleb, implicitly in matters like this, if not in all, and she actually, truly, believe it or not, knows better than to pick a fight she does not have to fight.

It's just that she believes fighting is the first way to take care of a problem, that's all.

So she uses his Haste to run, sprinting over the wind to his side. The robot pursues, but at a steadier, slower pace, perhaps more tired and annoyed than anything.

"But it's a-- a thing!" Beau protests, placing herself between the wizard and the approaching metal mass. "Things like to hurt us."
blumenthal: 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰 (pic#14360563)

bless u

[personal profile] blumenthal 2020-12-18 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
That's what we call Growth.

By the time Beau appears beside him, so fast now with doubled speed that it's almost disorienting to watch, Caleb is already taking several steps back, putting distance between himself and the robot--until Beau steps in front of him, automatic. Ugh, he's missed her.

"Correct. So let's not encourage this one."

The robots definitely remind him way too much of the happy fun ball golems, for sure, and they're unnerving even after living around them for a month, but he's never seen one of them act violently unprovoked.

"This way--I'll explain everything." He jerks his head in the direction he'd come, back along the path through the trees.
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-18 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Growth. It's not just for plants. - Caduceus, probably.

Beau really, really hates being told not to encourage something, especially when that something is a fight or some other bad decision. She makes a grumbling noise of acquiescence under her breath, only to flinch and stick out a hand when the robot tosses something at her.

There's a bracelet in her hand now. Or something that looks like a bracelet. Maybe. Beau doesn't trust the look of it, but she holds onto it all the same.

Giving the robot one last look -- point to her eyes, point to it, point to her eyes -- she turns and moves to follow alongside Caleb.

"So, uh, short version first?"

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[personal profile] halforc 2020-12-18 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It's become a habit of Fjord's to take a walk down on the beach whenever new arrivals are reported to be washed ashore, the same way he was, and his hopes are oddly high today as he crosses the dunes. Last month he found Caleb, before that he and Molly arrived together, and now ...

Those are the dulcet ladylike roars of one Lionnett, or his sword is a wooden stick.

"Beau!"

Yelling at the sight of her attacking the nearest metal-man, he rushes down the dunes waving his arms.

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't fight them!"
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-18 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wha?"

Beau is momentarily distracted by Fjord's presence and his voice and his statement, long enough for the metal man to clamp some kind of bracelet-like device onto Beau's wrist. Beau flinches back, hissing like she's been burned. But rather than immediately slam a fist into the thing's face, she hops back about ten feet, arms raised defensively.

"Did it just claim me or something?"
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[personal profile] halforc 2020-12-18 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've got one too!"

As he skids to a halt in the sand he tries to placate the machine by getting in between it and Beau; on his left bracer is a device much like the bracelet clamped on her wrist. Wheezing with exertion, Fjord raises his voice.

"Everything's good here, no need to get pissy! She didn't mean it! Totally cool, just another newbie ... "

He flaps a hand at Beau to get her moving away, stepping backwards after her.
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-18 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Beau leans to the side so as to look properly at the machine, at Fjord, back to the machine, back to Fjord. She doesn't step around her friend and put herself in the line of fire, much as she wants to, because clearly Fjord has some experience with this thing. Knows what it wants. What it might do.

Which makes absolutely no sense as Fjord was in the same room as her just seconds ago but whatever.

"Yeah, uh... newb here," she says, playing along (easy enough to do) and waving cheerfully at the thing. "Just... ignorant, is all. Sorry to cause a ruckus."

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slips in here for some gen

[personal profile] vegalthon 2020-12-19 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oran, similarly, adores fireworks of all varieties, so when he hears of this particular event, he is fully decked: a bottle of fortified wine, his old adventuring pack on his shoulder stuffed with a tatty blanket and some mugs, and a grin across his ashen face.

He is not, however, complying to the dress code, or lack thereof. It's just been terrifically cold out and Oran is still getting used to the wild shift in weather, so he's got some cool-weather appropriate digs on. His garb is oddly elven in make, a vest that shows off the moulded, epaulet-style growths over his shoulders and the length of it dipping down well over his knees.

At this very moment, the tiefling is looking for the best place to sit as the fireworks really begin going off. It should be noted that his tail ends in a blade, or it appears as such: there's a leather sheath over it very much like one might keep on a dagger. When Beau tugs on the hem of his vest, he looks down on her and wrinkles his nose.

"How did you manage to find the perfect epicenter for this? Look... move over and I'll lay out this blanket."

He's all for sharing, but he's also all for haggling to get the best view.
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-19 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Beau's barely listening to the dress code, down to her underwear, but it's hardly skimpy underwear. It falls more on the utilitarian but attractive side. So she does not judge the tiefling for being clothed. Besides, it's not like she wants to see.

She takes in the dress, the tail, and determines that he's going to be fun to talk to.

"Yeah, I can get into that," Beau decides as she shifts and lets him spread out the blanket.

"You came prepped. I'm kind of impressed."
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[personal profile] vegalthon 2020-12-21 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Whether or not she's wearing a thong or granny panties, Oran doesn't seem to be giving her a pass... so hopefully that's a good start. He's used to the Augur causing all kinds of... uncomfortable situations and so, at least for now, the tiefling is happy to share a few fireworks with a fellow enthusiast, and to keep that a literal take.

The blanket rolls out, and Oran plunks himself down on one corner, his pack set to one side. "You know, usually I get caught in the tail-end of the Augur's plans? I'm glad that for once we get some forewarning, and that the forewarning is for something nice."

Settling in, he pulls some mugs out of his pack, pours some wine for himself. "Want some? It's not spiked, just, uh, fortified."
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-28 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Beau's still not entirely clear on the Augur situation, but she knows enough to know that she does not trust it. So she's grateful to be sitting beside someone who also, it appears, does not trust it. Or at least does not want to get swept away by it and roll with the punches.

Beau raises her brows with a bare hint of a smile at the question.

"I mean, sure. If it's fortified. Thanks."

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like a firework;

[personal profile] devilstongue 2020-12-19 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ The clothes she tugs are rather blindingly colorful, and familiar. What follows is a lavender tiefling flopping down next to her, red eyes happily staring up at the fireworks in the sky. ]

Great pick. Looks like you do have taste sometimes.

[ When he heard her voice his heart had stopped for a moment, then filled his entire body with joy. He missed Beau, and it was kind of a relief to have someone here that wouldn't add to the weird sexual tension in the house.

...and now he had someone to join in shenanigans when the other two were too boring. ]
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-19 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe that's why she tugged on them. Because somewhere in the back of her mind, she associated them with Molly and wanted to see him.

Caleb said he was on the island, so one would think it would be less of a shock to see the violet tiefling plop down beside her. But Beau's face is still rigid with surprise, lips slightly parted. ]


Hey.

[ Smoooooth. ]
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[personal profile] devilstongue 2020-12-20 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ He turns his head a bit to look at her, smiling. She has a few more scars that he's seen before, and a new outfit... but it's still the same Beau. ]

Hello, unpleasant one.

[ He croons, happily falling into their old banter. ]
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-28 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Can they just fall into their old banter? Can Beau? She wants to. She wants this to be normal and not at all one of the strangest moments in her life.

So she tries, but if there's the faintest gleam of eyes made glossy by the very small hint of an unshed tear, then that's on Molly not to comment on. ]


I'm surprised you haven't tricked this whole island into making you a god yet. You're slacking.

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Bumper cars

[personal profile] fistsofchange 2020-12-21 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Is what supposed to happen?"

Lin's cheeks were flushed as she got out of the car next to her. She looked distracted, probably in more or less the same way Beau was. She was an excellent driver with real cars, but that very little to do with being good at bumper cars. She had been rammed just as many times as anyone else.
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-28 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Flushed cheeks were a good look on the other woman, Beau noted. But she didn't say as much, just cleared her throat and tried to gesture in answer to the question. First she gestured at the cars as they bumped into each other, another round of guests having taken up their seats. And then she gestured at herself, as though that might answer the question.

"You know... the whole... Don't you feel kinda, um..." She clears her throat again. "Hot?"
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[personal profile] fistsofchange 2020-12-28 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
“I feel...”

Lin paused to actually take stock of how she felt. What she had first just taken as leftover adrenaline was not that. It was something more...hot.

“...yeah. Yeah, I feel like I wanna climb a mountain and fight a tiger and then have sex at the summit in the middle of a thunderstorm!”

Okay that was a weird way of putting it, but it got the point across. Lin felt charged up.
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[personal profile] flurry_of_beaus 2020-12-28 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Beau blinks rapidly at the description, but she finds she likes it. She likes it a lot.

Maybe this is her kind of lady, in more ways than one.

"Yeah," she says with emphasis. "Exactly! Maybe a little bit one more than the other, but still."

She frowns and leans in, back to her original question. "Is that supposed to happen with bumping... cars?"

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