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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:
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 |
beauregard lionett | critical role
like a firework
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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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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"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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"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
what a tol babe
hehe yes she is
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when i tell you i screamed--
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.
i'm here to please ;)
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."
bless u
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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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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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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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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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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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
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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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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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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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;
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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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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Hello, unpleasant one.
[ He croons, happily falling into their old banter. ]
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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
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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"You know... the whole... Don't you feel kinda, um..." She clears her throat again. "Hot?"
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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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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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