TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

[erkumods]

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

Comments

like a firework;

[devilstongue]

[ 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. ]

[flurry_of_beaus]

[ 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. ]

[devilstongue]

[ 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. ]

[flurry_of_beaus]

[ 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.

[devilstongue]

[ For once he doesn't comment or tease, instead letting those glossy eyes remain a secret. It's so strange to know that he's dead in her time. Gone even though before he got here he was hurrying to save their friends with her at his side.

Of course, he goes for the easier stuff. The bullshit. ]

What, nobody has evangelized me yet to you? I must tell my apostles to step it up.

[flurry_of_beaus]

[ Beau huffs out a dismissive tsk and shakes her head. ]

Slackers, just like their god. What are you calling yourself? God of sex is a little too on the nose, I figure.

[devilstongue]

[ He's grinning widely, so happy to spin a story for her and himself while just... being with her. Together. ]

I'm the God of Hedonism, of course. That has all the good stuff in it.

[flurry_of_beaus]

[ Beau scoffs at that. ]

I expected a little more from you. Develop your niche, your brand. But I guess everything and anything is kind of your brand.

[ She wants to say, suddenly, that she misses him. Missed him. But instead she just draws in a slightly shaky breath. And lets it out. ]

How many worship at your altar these days?

[devilstongue]

It is. Plus, why would the God of Hedonism make an effort? That's just too much work.

[ He chuckles, turning his head as much as he can with those horns of his to look at Beau. There is some tension there that he just hates, so time to rattle that. ]

Oh, many. Would you like a list? Fjord, Caleb, Aphrodite, Peter, some guy at a party...

[ He counts on his fingers with a shit-eating grin, definitely digging in that he's been with both of the Neins. (Blowjobs and heavy makeouts counts, okay?) ]

[flurry_of_beaus]

[ Fjord she can believe, under the right circumstances. But Caleb? She huffs out a laugh at that, but doesn't interrupt his list. ]

I'll be sure to warn them away the first chance I get. Is there a jail here? I'm sure they'll end up in one on account of you in now time.

[ She's obviously teasing, but refrains from winking or showing it. ]

[devilstongue]

[ It's surprising, what a sex island can help with. You find yourself a green boyfriend and a fiery fwb.

At her comment, Molly rolls his eyes a bit /even if that's hard to see with his red eyes) and pouts at Beau. ]

How could you even think of depriving these people my presence? That has to be illegal.

[flurry_of_beaus]

I'm being responsible.

[ Which is a laugh, coming from Beau. And she barely manages to get the words out with a straight face. ]

Someone has to be.