TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

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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. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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

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[revvedup]

[ she's about to point out a place or suggest they go back to her apartment when they're suddenly urged into movement, one of the robot carneys coming to steer them towards a teacup meant to hold two. ]

No, that's okay, we were just -

[ but she's more or less shoved into the teacup, alec being pushed in shortly thereafter. max's eyes go wide as the door is secured shut and a restraint locks them in place, looking frantically at alec. ]

[fourninefour]

Yeah, hey, uh, we changed our minds, we were just about to step out of -

[Protesting, unfortunately, does jack; the robots steer them right back onto the ride, shoving Max first, and Alec following soon after. The restraint comes down and the door shuts behind them before they can so much as try to escape.

He offers her a shit eating grin, ignoring the way his stomach drops as he feels the ride start to stir to life.]

I guess I'm tempting fate more than once today. Want to bet how long it takes before the ride throws us off? I wonder if we'll bounce.

[That's all Alec manages to say, because, in the next moment, the ride kicks in fully, whipping them back and forth inside their teacup, the teacup wobbling and tilting as they go; Alec's face goes white, his expression contorting as though someone has just kicked him in the balls.]

hey she's seen that look before

[revvedup]

[ max, in contrast, looks fairly grim, reaching for the handle and holding it tight as the ride kicks into gear. she seems about to say something in response, but then the ride really starts moving and the inertia starts to kick in. her face goes similarly pale, her insides feel like they're scrambling, and she really, really hates the robots right now.

through her hair, she can see that alec's handling things about as well as she is. and maybe she shouldn't do something like this when he doesn't remember things well enough to realize why she'd be happy to see him, but she reaches for his hand anyway, trying to impart comfort she doesn't feel that equipped to give. ]

[fourninefour]

[Alec needs to learn to listen to common sense, he thinks, for once. Who cares if refusing to ever ride the Teacups again would damage his reputation? At least he wouldn't be trapped in this metal death trap, a mere twist or two away from losing everything he's eaten in the past hour.

He's surprised when Max reaches for his hand, but he accepts, squeezing her hand in his own, more desperate than he realizes at needing some sort of comfort in this situation.

The ride seems unending; if possible, Alec thinks that this time around is going on even longer than his first time on it. One particular turn is such that the momentum whips his head off to the right, and he can feel his stomach and potentially all of his organs crawling into his throat.]

[revvedup]

[ it certainly feels possible. as the ride whips around max bends forward, trying to lessen the impact of the motion on her head and stomach to very little effect. technically this isn't the robots trying to attack them again, but she thinks she'd be justified in dismantling the one that shoved them onto the ride anyway.

finally, mercifully, the ride slows to a stop, and max hazards a look up before springing to her feet as soon as the restraints are released. still holding alec's hand, she pulls her with him, leading them off this rusty metal death trap as fast as she can.

which actually isn't terribly fast at the moment, given how dizzy she is. ]

[fourninefour]

[It's the ride that never ends, Alec thinks. As much as he's able to think, anyway, as he leans back and tries keeping himself as pressed to the side of the teacups as tightly he possibly can.

It takes Alec a minute to realize that the ride is finally, miraculously, ending. He blinks, and, suddenly, Max is pulling him to his feet and off of the ride.

He follows, but he, too, finds himself dizzy, each step a potential trigger to the way the world blurs around him and the threatening gurgling noises coming from his stomach.]

So let's never do that again.

[That he manages to open his mouth without hurling, letting alone speaking, is a miracle in and of itself.]

[revvedup]

Nope. [ her voice is strained, and the single syllable is all she feels safe managing while the world still feels like it's spinning and her stomach is threatening to turn itself inside out. she leans forward, hands on her knees and eyes closed as she tries breathing through it. eventually she stands and straightens, but she honestly doesn't look much better, her face still pale and her hair still disheveled. ]

[fourninefour]

[Alec finds the closest surface and leans against it, humming under his breath as he waits for his stomach to settle down from the (understandable) revolt it's trying to lead. He inhales and exhales through his nose, trying to focus on Max beside him. She looks as bad as he feels, and Alec doesn't know if he's as enamored of this amusement park as he once thought.

After a few moments of silence and heavy, desperate breathing, Alec thinks he's finally managed to reign in his nausea.]

Nothing they taught us at Manticore prepared me for spinning Teacup rides trying to kill us.

[revvedup]

[ she's honestly still dealing with the nausea, though it and the dizziness have at least settled into something manageable enough for her to make the walk back to her apartment. (she hopes so, anyway; to alec's sure lack of surprise she's set herself up somewhere on the edges of the city, far away enough from the hospital for comfort.) ]

Or robots forcing us to ride them. [ she is definitely coming back to go full sarah connor on that one. she looks him over warily, still a little pale and unsteady. ] You feel up to walking?

[fourninefour]

[Alec has to think about that question for a good minute or two before he can fully give an answer; his nausea might have settled down, but his stomach is still making questionable noises, and he has to blink a few times to make sure the world around him stays in focus without blurring at the edges.

Finally, he nods.]

As ready as I'm ever going to be. I'm going to kick robot ass once I'm a hundred percent, though.

[revvedup]

[ she finds a railing or something to lean against while she waits, figuring it's better to rest and make sure she can handle the walk back to her place. her bike is here, but she hadn't ridden it over, not wanting to waste gas or have the sand or anything gum up the works. now she's cursing herself for not taking it, though she isn't sure she could ride it right now anyway.

once he answers, she stands fully again and nods, finally feeling a little closer to a hundred percent herself. maybe hovering around seventy five, but it's still an improvement. ]

I'll show you how to take them out. [ long story short, not the first robot she'll have taken out since arriving here. ] My place is a little outside the city, we can talk there. [ she's not really in the mood to partake in any more of the carnival's festivities. ]