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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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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?"

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."

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."

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."

And maybe Kori's just a horrible tease, but she's definitely being purposefully slow about it, licking the lingering taste from her lips after she's finished.

"Maybe you'll have to taste me to find out," she answers rather bluntly, sucking her fingertips clean. Wouldn't want to stain her lovely tunic. "My name is Koriand'r. But everyone calls me Kori."

Blink. But only one blink. Beau's not smooth exactly, nor is she overly confident. But she knows how to put herself out there and she does, when it comes to women. Because the only way to know is to try.

So there is one blink of surprise, but that's all that shows she's been taken off guard by the comment. She's suddenly getting an idea about who she's dealing with here.

"Nice to meet you, Kori," she says, shifting casually closer to the other woman. "What does one have to do to earn a taste, hm?"

Smooth isn't exactly what anyone would call Kori's strategy, mostly because she has no strategy. She simply speaks her mind and expresses her wishes, and when she's interested she makes it blatantly clear. Rejection doesn't scare her (not that she often gets it), and embarrassment is a wholly alien concept to her. Literally.

"Simply ask," she answers plainly. "Or as I have offered it in the first place, you can just take it."

At that, Beau moves. She lifts her hand to quickly run the backs of her fingers along Kori's jaw until she catches hold of her chin. She leans in as though she might kiss the other woman, but pauses when their faces are close.

"I don't believe in taking," she says. "So humor me. May I kiss you?"

It's such a sweet request, or maybe it's the way Beau says it, but Kori finds herself blushing just so, a tinge of darker orange just below her bright green eyes. Her smile widens, head tipping at the gentle nudge, and she nods once.

"You may," she says, but before Beau gets to do it she's already leaning in to press their lips together in a kiss.

Losing the forward momentum like that is more than fine with Beau. She will happily accept any kisses, even ones she was supposed to initiate but gotten beaten to the punch with.

Her heart's torn with two crushes, but neither of those are in the forefront of her mind as she kisses Kori. It's brief at first, a sweet kiss to allow Beau to murmur, "Mm, you are sweet," against her lips. And then she dipping her head in again for another kiss, a little stronger this time.

That's about what Kori was expecting to hear, actually, still it gets a soft giggle from her, a sound that vanishes into the following kiss, this time initiated by Beau. More than happy to follow, or simply match up to that eager energy, she lifts a hand to rest over Beau's cheek, tilting her head and parting her lips just slightly to invite her to have a more proper taste. Kori certainly would like to, at least.

There are people milling about, their attention mostly taken by the fireworks, but Beau's sure a couple of them must be glancing down to see two women making out on the floor.

Nah, she doesn't care.

What she does care about is gently nipping at Kori's lips, teasing them to part further so she can deepen the kiss. Have that proper taste. She combs her fingers through Kori's hair, gentle, and cups the back of her head to encourage her, if encouragement's even needed.

Maybe this isn't the best place for it... but then again, this entire celebration seems organized exactly towards this kind of activity, from the foods laced with aphrodisiacs to encouraging people to shed all their clothes. Regardless, Kori doesn't care either, and she's also very much prone to showing her eagerness easily, never having had much interest in keeping up pretense at coyness or nonchalance.

Kissing Beau is lovely, and she willingly parts her lips, letting out a soft hum as her tongue dips past the other woman's. She shits where she seats too, so that she can press herself closer to Beau, her arm moving to instead wrap around Beau's shoulders. The closer they are, the easier it will be for her to feel just how warm Kori is, as though heat and energy exude from her very skin.

Perhaps it's a bit early for it but, well, Kori went ahead and shifted closer like that and something is buzzing now in Beau's veins. She's not in the mindset to question it but just goes with what she feels like doing.

In this case, it's moving her hands down to Kori's waist, leaning back and all but lifting the other woman into her lap. She's got decent enough strength for it, but if Kori's not having it, it's not happening.

She just wants to be closer to that heat, to feel skin against skin and maybe more.

Kori doesn't waste much time wondering whether or not it's too fast, she always does what she feels like doing and she certainly feels like doing this. So she keeps going, kissing Beau all the while, and when she's pulled onto her lap, she follows with an easy chuckle. It might even look like she's just floated up into the air for a handful of seconds there, only to settle down on Beau's lap.

Truthfully, she is much stronger than she looks; if she wasn't having it, then she would simply stop Beau and not even tire at all doing it. But as it is she's very glad to let Beau take the lead, especially since it seems like she knows what she's doing, though until she's sure just how far Beau wishes to go, she simply slides her hands down her sides, warm palms pressed against her waist.

She kisses her with a happy little moan in the back of her throat, trying to communicate her pleasure and approval of Kori moving so easily with Beau's lead. Her hands are still on the other woman's waist, bunching up the fabric and relaxing, like she wants to touch more but does not remember how to move her hands.

It's after another minute that it occurs to Beau, and only then, that she can use her mouth for something other than making out. She pulls back just a touch, interrupting herself with brief pecks against Kori's lips as she speaks.

"Do you ... want to ... maybe ... go ... somewhere?"

Or not. Beau's dazed enough by the moment and the fireworks and the food and Kori that she's not focusing on the alternative.

Her back arches when she feels the fingers curl against her sides, fisting the fabric of her tunic. It's not the fact that they're surrounded by people that bothers her about the location, but more so the fact that they could easily have some distracted person or group of people stumbling right into them. That would just not do.

So when Beau mentions going somewhere, Kori pauses, a brief whine at the back of her throat but no real complaint as she breaks the kisses.

"Where to?" She adds after a breath, and another stolen peck. "I can fly us there."

"Fly?" Beau echoes. She's not sure what to make of that for a second, then grins because, well, stranger things have happened to her in her life than a pretty girl wanting to fly with her.

"You're cooler than I thought," she says, punctuating the statement with a swift kiss. "Let's fly away, babe."

"On the contrary, I'm very warm," she shoots back, that particular expression not so strange to her but still new enough that in the moment she doesn't even remember what Beau means by it. With that permission, however, she gets up, all but floating seamlessly until she's standing on her feet. Holding Beau's hands, she lifts her weight along with incredible ease, then swiftly picks Beau up and off the ground, carrying her in her arms as she lifts them both up in the air.

Beau opens her mouth to explain or agree, she's not sure, when suddenly Kori is, indeed, floating in front of her. That's enough to catch her attention, and then in a split second she's off her feet, carried in the other woman's arms.

She slips her arms around Kori's neck, holding on loosely and feeling a little unsure, a little unsteady, but trusting her enough. Just enough.

"This is..." Not what she had in mind, but... "Awesome."

Kori always loves feeling that delight in people when she displays her abilities. Flying people around tends to get this reaction often, and she beams at Beau, glad to offer her a unique, if unusual, experience.

"Do you have a place where we can go?" A room or something of the sort. Kori hasn't quite bothered looking for a place to live, herself.

"Uh, I kinda... share," she admits. Which means it's not the best place on the island to go. She cannot imagine Caleb, or Fjord for that matter, being the types to stay at the party for long.

(She thinks, not realizing they're probably under the same influence as she is right now.)

"Yours? Or just... away. Like the beach has tents, right?"

The tents are a fantastic suggestion, and she nods, while taking a detour towards the beach instead. The island is small so it isn't long at all before she's approaching the sand, carefully setting her feet on the ground before she puts Beau down gently, hands still on her just in case she feels dizzy.

Well, that and she wants to keep touching her.

"How do you feel?"

It does take her a second to regain her footing after having just been floating in the air, but Beau manages. She's sturdy like that. But the touch is nice, so she doesn't shy away from it but sets her hand on Kori's hip, pretending to need it to steady herself.

"I mean, okay," she says. Then grins. "I'd much rather feel you though."

With the both of them standing now, it likely looks a bit like Kori's towering over Beau, though she doesn't look particularly looming or imposing. She moves closer, invited by the hand on her hip, and brushes her lips over Beau's again, before guiding them into the tent.

"You can feel all of me that you want," she answers, should Beau need any further permission to do anything she wants.

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

like a firework

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Kori is 6'3, just... fyi