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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

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N A V I G A T I O N

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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.

Beau honestly does not mind the towering. She's used to crushing on Yasha, who looks like she could literally crush Beau, so there's an appeal here, truth be told.

"I do. Want to feel," Beau says, following in a bit of a daze. She honestly cannot believe her luck (or how turned on she is, thanks food she's not thinking about).

Once they're within the relative privacy of the tent, Beau's tugging on Kori's hips and surging up on her toes to kiss her again... and try to hint that they should get down on the floor again before Beau has to climb her. Which she will.

Beau is sweet. That dazed little look on her face is absolutely endearing too, and Kori's smile softens in response, her own hands resting on Beau's arms as she follows her into the tent, then promptly leans in to kiss her.

It doesn't take much coaxing to get Kori on the floor. Because she wants to be closer too, but also the tent isn't exactly big inside. They'll be much more comfortable lying down for a number of reasons, and Kori gladly lies on her back, reaching for Beau's shoulders and pulling her down along with her, slotting their lips together again, resuming their heated kiss.

Beau moves carefully but with confidence, slotting their legs together and leaning down over Kori so that they can keep kissing. She props herself up on one elbow so she has some freedom now to touch.

She starts at Kori's cheek, her fingers gentle as they slide down, following the lines of her cheekbone, then her jaw, then her neck and clavicle. The direction is pointedly downward and without any interruption, she'll cup Kori's breast through that sheer tunic, circling her nipple with her thumb.

Kori easily shifts beneath Beau, first making herself comfortable, then further inviting the touch of that hand. She lets out a shuddered sigh into the kiss when it makes its way to her breast, nipple hardening easily and quickly against that curious, insistent thumb.

Her legs shift too in the process, stretching then folding, one of them pressing between Beau's thighs all too eagerly. Her hands run through Beau's hair, then keep on a trail down her neck and shoulders, running over the bandages wrapped around her torso, feeling along the edges in hopes that she'll find the end of it so she can undo them.

Beau can feel Kori's wandering hand and knows exactly what she's going for. The wraps are designed to withstand a lot of physical movement however, so Beau has to huff out a little laugh as she pulls away from Kori, sitting on her knees. She finds the end of the wrap and undoes it, letting the fabric unravel loosely until she's bared her breasts completely.

Then, with a grin, while she's sitting up like this, she starts tugging at Kori's tunic, hoping to get it over her head and off. Because once she's without that covering, Beau can bend her head again and let her lips find her breast, tongue swirling over a nipple while her hand massages the other.

So long as the wraps are getting removed, Kori really doesn't care as to how it happens. There's a little shiver when she realizes that's what Beau's taking care of, and she bites on her lower lip, watching with eager intensity while Beau swiftly gets rid of that layer between them.

She would reach out and touch, but then Beau's reaching for her own tunic, and she's all too glad to oblige, lifting her arms and letting Beau do away with the single piece of clothing she was wearing. She falls onto her back again with a soft giggle, legs curling loosely around Beau's hips, a moan following soon while her hand snakes between them, trying to cup one of Beau's breasts.

"By the gods, you're beautiful," Beau breathes. It's not as if much of Kori had been hidden by the sheer tunic, but seeing her laid out beneath Beau like this does some kind of thing to the monk's brain.

That, and Kori's touch. That does something to her, too.

She moans softly as she swirls her tongue around Kori's nipple, her hands moving over those muscular curves until they settle on her hips. She does not fool herself into thinking she could truly hold the other woman down -- and that's hot -- but she does hold on there for a moment as she rolls her hips against the other's leg. It's a bare bit of friction, but it'll do in the moment.

The comment has her sucking in a breath, then smiling wide. Kori doesn't quite blush like humans do, her face doesn't darken the same way, but she certainly grows warmer, and her eyes turn brighter.

She opens her mouth to say something, to return the praise, to offer praise of her own, but then a mouth is at her breast and all that pushes past her lips is a moan, back arching and pushing up against that touch. She pushes her own leg up to offer more friction, breath hitching when she manages to rub her own arousal against Beau's thigh, one of her hands firm on Beau's backside while the other again seeks one of her breasts, palm rubbing and fingers kneading gently into flesh.

"Ah, Beau..."

She moans softly at the touch to her own breast, adding a bit of vibration to her work, tongue and lips working over a nipple. She switches to the other breast, just in case it's getting lonely, and uses her hand to continue to caress and fondle the other.

She presses down, following the encouragement of that hand on her ass, rolling her hips desperately against Kori's. She wants to take her time and just worship the beautiful woman before her, but the combination of food, drink and the fireworks making her feel desperate and heated.

Rushed or slow, Kori doesn't seem to mind either way. Beau seems to be enjoying herself so much, that Kori wouldn't be capable of slowing them down, even if she wanted to. And she's as eager as Beau, so she definitely doesn't want to slow it down.

She gasps and moans when Beau grinds down against her, and her own legs part so that she can rub herself against Beau's thigh in return, firm and solid against her sex. Her back arches to press her breasts up onto Beau's mouth and hands, and her own drift lower on Beau's torso, reaching the waistband of her trousers and impatiently trying to shove them down and out of the way.

It takes her a second to break out of the haze caused by the pleasure of Kori's touch and recognize that there's a point behind her movements.

"Damn," she mutters to herself as she pulls away, more than a little breathless from the activities. She shimmies out of the remainder of her clothes, leaving her naked: toned muscle and tan skin and sprinklings of scars all over. She's neither proud nor ashamed but gets back to what she was doing immediately, this time with one hand dipping between Kori's legs to press against her sex.

There's a pleased sound when Beau helps her with the clothes, both relieved and excited to have no layers left between them both. She hardly has the time to do anything before Beau's hand dips between her legs, and a cry of pleasure is ripped out of her the moment she feels that warm, soft pressure sinking past her wet folds.

It takes some focus to actually stop flames from bursting right out of her hands, but the heat is still there, felt where her palms press to Beau's forearms where she clings to her. Both legs fold and shift wider apart, hips tipping up eagerly, and soon she's moving a hand down between them to mirror the gesture, warm fingers reaching between Beau's thighs and sliding along the slit. Her other hand cups the back of Beau's neck, pulling her in so she can kiss her, deep and hungry.

She's hot. Literally hot, and Beau wonders briefly if she's done something wrong, if something strange and amiss is about to happen. It would just figure that she finds a sexy lady to bang and suddenly she turns out to be a demon of some kind (and not the friendly tiefling kind).

But then Kori's reaching for her, too, and Beau gasps herself at the welcome intrusion of those warms fingers. She groans into the kiss, fucking Kori with her fingers. She moves at a steady pace, not teasing but not as hard as he can, curling her fingers.

No, she's not a demon, although it wouldn't be the first time she would be called one. It wouldn't really come as an insult to her, but regardless it's good that the thought doesn't last long in Beau's mind.

She shudders and sucks in a breath when Beau's fingers move faster, going deeper too, and her whole body tenses and arches eagerly to meet each thrust. Her own hot fingers seek entrance too, pushing past the tight hole and filling Beau steadily, soon picking up on a pace to match the other woman's.

Beau doesn't talk during sex. She's too used to trying to hide what she's doing, like a guilty kid in her parents' house, or trying to stay discrete, like a member of a group of nosy adventurers. Still, she gasps and shudders, moans out a string of curses against Kori's lips.

"Fuck, yes," she breaths, her hips moving frantically against the pressure of Kori's fingers, seeking out more. She's riled up from the kissing and from the fireworks and food. It feels like her her body is all heat and no way to cool down, just build and build.

They've come to a point where talking isn't really where her focus is, but that doesn't mean she's quiet. Quite the contrary, even, with the way Beau is fucking her so skillfully and eagerly now. She moans and cries, loud enough to drown out any stray noises that may escape Beau, and her hips stutter and buck eagerly, up against Beau's, down towards her hand. Her own fingers quicken their pace, a little harder and more impatient now, base of her thumb finding and grinding against Beau's clit, aiming now to bring her over the edge when her pleasure seems to have built to a point of no return.

TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

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Kori is 6'3, just... fyi

what a tol babe

hehe yes she is

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