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

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edamura makoto | great pretender

[edamamepon]

➨ ARRIVAL

[ Well, he didn't expect to be waking up on an unknown beach again any time soon. Especially not in the water this time. Makoto thrashes as he clambers onto the beach, coughing roughly, eyes watering and throat stinging. His suit hangs on him, the weight suffocating as it clings to him when he finally stops to catch his breath.

The robots sneak up on him at that point and he yelps, falling back towards the water as they approach him. He freezes, wondering if he should beg for mercy or run. But they stop. Actually, they look pretty unthreatening so he relaxes just a fraction. Somehow, he gets the feeling they just want to help him. Besides, it is hard to get mad at them for his situation anyway, since he's pretty sure robots just do what they're told.

But ... What? What? There is no way he is hearing these --these robots correctly, right? Makoto stares blankly at them, swallowing hard as they explain about the bracelet and everything else. He finds himself nodding his head, like he can't help himself from going into autopilot; politeness covering for him as his mind reels. Oh no, the first sign of panic. His jaw clenches as he accepts the towel and bracelet from them numbly with thanks, even bowing slightly, all while trying to keep his breathing even.

As the robots leave, he takes a few deep breaths and his fists clutch his towel a little too tightly as he dries his hair. Like he would just trust what some robots say. Yet, no matter how hard he tries, he can't remember what happened after his job interview. So far, the robots have given him the only explanation he has to go off of --at least until he can find out more about this place.

He can handle this! So what if he doesn't actually know where he's at or what's going on? It has to be a joke somehow, right? Well, he'll show them. He'll be 100% fine. So with one last exhale, he resolves to work on something achievable. Any large problem can be tackled if broken down into enough small victories, after all. He might have mumbled that last part to himself.

With that, he decides he should find an unoccupied tent or shack so he can at least try to dry out his clothes in peace. He's hesitant to disturb anyone, so he awkwardly calls out before getting too close, just in case. ]

Excuse me, is this one taken?


➨ MISTLETOE (just outside SIX FLAGELLANTS)

[ His suit will probably never fit the same. It's all crumpled and still smells like the beach, despite Makoto's best efforts in drying it and flattening it out. At least his shoes aren't making that awful squelching noise anymore. His hunger and curiosity eventually won out over his embarrassment of wearing it, though he didn't bother retying his tie. Makoto makes the trek towards the sounds from the amusement park, steps from the first food stall when it happens.

He doesn't think to look out for any mistletoe, since it was most definitely not Christmas time before he found himself here. In fact, he doesn't even realize what's happening when the sound around him slowly diminishes. It's almost as if someone turns the volume down on the whole world around him. Makoto blinks, looking around in confusion. He steps backwards, hoping that would fix it. It doesn't.

Makoto's hands fly up to his ears, uncovering them and covering them repeatedly, followed by snapping his fingers beside them frantically. His hands tangle in his hair in frustration. This cannot be happening. He's probably yelling, he realizes when he can feel the vibration in his throat. His mouth snaps shut and he looks around, panicked that someone might've heard him. Well, this is just great. ]


➨ WILDCARD

[ ooc: I'll match styles. I'm pretty open to ideas so wildcard can be any of the scenarios.
Apologies in advance, I haven't rpd since lj and am rusty af (also hello new formats).

I'll respond to messages on this journal, or plurk: tinchel
I'm still setting things up for him, but I have permissions HERE. ]

— arrival

[thebeats]

[ As Makoto is in the middle of asking, Jaylah's head emerges from the flap of the tent. Her attention snaps to him quickly, and, while the robots might be able to be passed off as some sort of strange joke, it's immediately apparent that Jaylah seems distinctly inhuman. True, someone might be able to pull off the look with make-up but it would require a lot of time and skill to make it look so realistic. Even her eyes are alien, the iris a bright gold with a dark stripe running through it that mimics the markings across her face.

She's got a bed-roll tucked under her arm, and a small but heavy knapsack hanging from her other hand. ]

Yes, I have taken several things from here.

[ Her accent is peculiar, the words clipped but nothing about it betrays where she might have learned to speak. Jaylah steps further from the tent and looks Makoto over — takes in his soaked suit, the standard towel that the robots regularly give out to new arrivals. ]

You are new, and will not want to stay in this tent. It will not protect you from the cold if the snow comes back.


[ ooc: Hi, hi, hello, welcome back to RP from the lj days of old. I sure do enjoy Makoto, excited to see you here. ]

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto nearly jumps out of his skin, more due to her sudden appearance than how inhuman she looks. He can't help but stare for a moment, lingering on all the details that are different from anyone he's ever seen. At first, he's wondering why someone would go to all the trouble to wear movie makeup on the beach. But there is something about the way she carries herself and the level of detail, not to mention the impracticality of wearing that much makeup on a beach, that makes him question everything. There's no way, right? He's in no way brave enough or rude enough to ask though, so he averts his eyes instead. No need to be rude. ]

W-Well, sorry to disturb you.

[ He puts both hands, palms forward in a placating manner, hoping this person doesn't plan on eating him or anything. But then she speaks again, and his hands fall back to his sides. ]

Yea, I am. I was hoping for a place to dry off for now.

[ He tries to adjust his still soaked suit, but it's still just as uncomfortable. ]

Snow? So, have you been here a while then?

[thebeats]

[ Jaylah comes from a merchant family, and is accustomed to seeing all sorts of species, but has come to understand that is not a common experience amongst many here. So, when Makoto looks away from her, she doesn't bristle or jump with offence. Instead, she feels sympathetic to how he must be feeling particularly out of place, though her solution of how to help that doesn't involve leaving him be. ]

This place will be no good for drying. Come, and I will show you somewhere better.

[ She doesn't approach him to force his hand, but does shuffle her bag over her shoulder so it would be easier to walk with. ]

I have been here for some time. Enough to know where there is safe shelter for new people. There are houses to share which do not need fixing, and many that are broken but will give you space.

[edamamepon]

[ Well, she doesn't seem dangerous. And now his mind is going a million miles an hour trying to guess how many different types of people could be on this island. If this is all real... then what else could be here? He shakes his head, displacing those thoughts. It isn't the time to dwell on that. He has to solve his first problem of being here. And if she actually leads him somewhere more protective than a tent, it should solve his second problem as well. ]

Oh, okay. You really don't have to, but I'd appreciate it. [ He says, though he moves towards her like he means to follow her anyway. His socks make a squelching sound inside his shoes with every step but it's not like he can help it. Everyone can probably hear him coming a mile away at the moment. ]

So, what those robots told me. Do you think it's all true?

[ There's some hope in the tone of his voice, like he's expecting there to be a chance that they were just poorly programmed liars or something. In his gut though, he is starting to get the sinking feeling this whole thing is more than a trick. Or maybe he's just gone insane? ]

wildcard - fireworks

[badluckblues]

[ It doesn't sound like his thing, this House of Worship, but Qrow knows it's in his best interest to get familiar with all their little island has to offer if he wants to be of help to anyone. So when he gets the invitation to a celebration of "skinship" - which actually does sound like more his speed than any sort of religious do - he goes.

It isn't long before a well-meaning robot hands him a drink. One sniff of alcohol and Qrow's expression shifts into one of mild panic. He tries to stutter out a quick 'uhh no thank you' and shove it back into metal hands, but as usual the robots are having none of it. ]

Fuck.

[ So there Qrow is, shirtless (no one likes a party pooper), looking at this cocktail in his hand like it's going to bite him. Thinking quickly, he turns on the first person he sees - and pushes it into their hands. ]

Hey, pal. [ Did he manage a smile? This awkward half-grimace on Qrow's face is a smile, right. ] You drink?

[edamamepon]

[ Luckily for Makoto, by the time the party starts he's already gotten his change of clothes so he isn't stuck wearing his suit anymore. Instead, he's opted for his jeans, button up shirt, and black vest.

He'd actually been hoping the party would be a chance to get more information about this place. But all he'd learned so far was what the robots were willing to tell him about the House of Worship and the celebration. The mystery only makes him that much more curious. He had been more than a little enamored with the surrounding area, having already explored more than he had mingled.

Now he finds himself where there is more of a crowd though. Pointedly, he is still fully dressed and trying his best not to stare at anyone exposed. Eying the drinks a little warily, still a bit distrustful even as he munches on some of the proffered food. Makoto's a little startled when this shirtless stranger offers him a glass though, refusing to look below the man's neck when he shoots him a confused look. But he recovers well enough to take the drink with a nod. ]

Oh, sure. Thanks. I wonder what type of alcohol it is, though?

[ He smiles back before narrowing his eyes at the swirling liquid, glancing around to see other people drinking the same thing. Well, if they hadn't died yet... You know what? He decides he needs a drink after all this stress and takes a big swig of it. Despite himself, he pulls a face, trying not to cough. ]

It's a little strong.

[badluckblues]

[ Qrow's expression crumples into one of relief. Were it not for that brief moment of panic he probably could have made that suave, Qrow realizes belatedly, but it's damn well too late for that now. ]

I, uh, wouldn't know.

[ Qrow shrugs and rubs at the back of his neck now that the drink is out of his hands, crimson eyes darting briefly to the floor and then back to the stranger. And it's true - he actually hasn't touched alcohol since he arrived.

He has, however, been here long enough to know the alternate effects some of the beverages have.

He gives a brief chuckle at the thought, about to say as much - but after taking a second look at the man he's approached, Qrow thinks twice. With a lifted brow and a flat tone of voice, he gestures to Makoto's... clothing situation. ]

Lemme guess. New here?

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto's not aware of just how strong the effects of some of the drinks and food can be yet, though he's been wary of the ones offered from robots for the most part up, until this point. He takes a few more sips of the drink, it burns a little, tinging his voice with a slight rasp. ]

I guess that's fair. I can't really tell either.
[ And it's true, he's had alcohol but he's never really been a connoisseur. He doesn't have any plans on drinking too much, though he is starting to feel a little warm already. Makoto's just chalking it up to the normal effects of alcohol, deciding right then that this one drink would probably be enough for him. ]

That obvious, huh?

[ He shoots the man a sheepish smile, relaxing a bit. Makoto finishes his food, free hand lingering on the hem of his vest while he continues to nurse his drink. But he doesn't seem ready to run around naked. ]

I'm guessing you've been here a while? Are parties like this common?

mistletoe

[sharpestsword]

[ Julieta wanders the grounds but never quite engages with the attractions. The look of utter confusion on her face is apparent but she doesn't want to ask what all of this is about. If she watches enough maybe she can figure it out through context.

Or she would if she could see. She reaches out trying to figure out where she is and which way she came from. Anything solid will do. ]

Re: mistletoe

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto has no volume control so when it feels like someone is trying to grab him, he yells pretty loudly and turns to attempt to grab the offender. Once he sees her face though, his hold would become more of a steadying force than a defensive one if it lands at all. He's assuming she's been impacted just as he has. ]

Sorry. If you can hear me, just nod, okay?

[ Still no volume control, though he is trying. ]

Re: mistletoe

[sharpestsword]

[ Oh. That's not a wall. That's a person, and he's yelling. She doesn't take well to being touched when she can't see through. Now there's a knife in her hand in case she needs to use it and she wants an explanation. She turns to him, none too pleased and ignoring his request. ]

You did this?

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto puts his hands up defensively, even though he's figured out she probably can't see him. There's a yelp as the knife is pulled out. He definitely didn't expect this reaction at all, his voice going up an octave as he keeps his eyes glued on that knife and takes a step back. ]

Wait! I can't hear you! Calm down!

arrival.

[demonrebel]

Suit yourself, kiddo.

[Dante mumbles with his eyes closed. The demon hunter is stretched out on a comfortable hammock he found inside the hut. He's absolutely miserable despite looking so damn peaceful right now. Dante isn't prone to panic like some people. He's content to just sit back and catch a nap for the time being.

His arm is slung over his face to shield himself from the glaring sun and his trademark red jacket is hanging off the hilt of his self-named sword that looks like a prop out of a Dracula flick. He dressed in all black for the most part outside of his dusty brown leather boots. His stark white hair stands out even though half his face is concealed along with the faint dusting of white on his chin. To say the least, he doesn't look like your average guy. He looks relatively non-threatening for the most part, minus the two pistols strapped at his side and that demonic-looking black sword.

As one would expect, he's armed to the teeth. That coat of his is much bulkier than it seems and for a reason.]

Just don't make too much noise.

[That's the only rule here. Break it and the little shrimp will have to find a new hut.]

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto blinks at him, taking in all the weaponry the other man has with no small amount of hesitation. Since the other man's eyes are closed, he's a little more bold with lingering on the details of his hair, clothes, and weapons. It all looks so distinctly foreign to him; maybe a little scary but also, cool. Yes, he decides, very cool.

He suddenly feels pretty lame standing there in a soaked, wrinkled suit. Why didn't he get a sword? ]

Thanks. [ Though he can't help mumbling under his breath that he isn't a kiddo as he moves towards the hut.

He forgets how loud he was walking up here, and as he starts moving again his shoes make a loud squelching sound as they squish against his socks. It sounds even louder to him precisely because the man just asked him not to make too much noise. He winces with a quick apology before crouching down to start the task of untying his shoes first. ]

[demonrebel]

[A faint chuckle escapes Dante once he catches the mumble. For a hot minute, he could've sworn it was Nero talking back at him. His nephew is a trip and a half. The kid really gets bent out of shape whenever he calls him a kid or worst, deadweight. However, that's not Nero over there.

Nope, not at all. It's just some skinny little guy in an ill-fitting suit. Dante lets out a groan as he shifts in his hammock. He has no idea who left this hammock here but he's grateful for it. After his Tour de France in hell with his asshole twin, Dante is pretty damn exhausted.]

You got drenched too, huh?

[He questions with a lopsided smirk as he watches the guy from the corner of his eyes. Yeah, he's watching him. Even though he looks like he's sleeping. He's on guard even though he looks like he's just lazying around.]

Don't worry, you'll dry off in this heat.

[It's pretty fucking hot here but not enough to make Dante lose the shirt. At least not yet.]

Got a name, kid?

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto glances back up when the other man groans, faltering just in case he'd decided to attack him or something. But he's still determined to remove his shoes and socks, eyes mostly staying trained on the man in the hammock. His dress shoes are even better at holding in all that unwanted water than anything else he is wearing. There's a contented sigh as he finally releases his damp feet, falls back, and wriggles them into the sand. He's even meticulously dumping the water out of them, wringing his socks and setting out his shoes and socks to dry properly in the sun. ]

Yea. Why did they have to choose the water for us to wake up in? [ It's almost a grumble, as he moves on to his tie and jacket, also setting those out neatly to dry.

But the man is probably right about the sun so he nods at him and decides that's enough to take off. Even though he had originally planned to change in the hut completely, he settles for just rolling up his damp pants and sleeves and just enjoying having less fabric weighing him down. Makoto leans back and tries to pretend he's on a normal beach, while trying not to think about how much sand was probably sticking to his ass now or how his white dress shirt is still just wet enough to cling and be annoying. ]

Makoto Edamure. Nice to meet you.
Though I bet you didn't choose to end up on this beach either, right?

[ The man doesn't look Japanese so he defaults to the Western order for his name. Not that this man really looks like he's from anywhere Makoto's ever seen. ]

Let's Watch Some Fireworks

[frenchkiss]

[ While he has grown to be suspect of most everything here, from the bath water to the food and drink, Laurent doesn't live under the umbrella of fear any day of his life. He is happily tipsy (and just a bit horny) on the whiskey on the rocks he's got in hand. He's either shown up with one of his 'friends' or knows exactly which one he wants to leave with at the end of the party.

Laurent has, since his arrival, decided to 'go with the flow' until he's got enough information for him, a total normie, to work with in this science fiction scenario.

The people here are, for the most part, good people. They are all, to some level, on the same playing field as far as status goes. With his 'moral code', there's no one to really work over that he can see - other than the Augur - but that will take time. Until then, he supposes he might as well enjoy himself.

To live an exciting life, free of boredom, is something she encouraged in him.

Color him surprised when he sees the mop of brown hair signature to a certain soybean. He leaves whomever he might have been chatting with and grins, raising a hand to wave him down. Certainly, despite his penchant for being an absolute nuisance to the man, he didn't want to see him in danger. He did care about him and this place could be... difficult for a softhearted man like Makoto.

Still, he can't deny the big of giddiness blossomed in him from seeing a very familiar face. And hopefully Makoto won't run through the very familiar pink shirt that's approaching him. ]

Oh! Edamame! Look at that, what a sight for sore eyes!

[edamamepon]

[ At this point, Makoto has finished his first and only drink, though it seems like it's hit him a little hard since he's still holding the empty glass uselessly. It is enough to dust some color across his cheeks, unbeknownst to him. Stubbornly, he is still fully dressed with no intention of changing that, despite the way one hand is absentmindedly toying with the edge of his vest as he watches the crowd. It's been a bit of a rough day and even with the alcohol and underlying aphrodisiacs that he's been tricked into ingesting, it's still sort of obvious in the slightest of bags under his eyes and the way his mind doesn't seem to be present, having wandered off somewhere. Not that being a bit inebriated helps.

Instinctively, his head whips around when he hears Laurent, not believing it would actually be him at first. There's a succession of emotions that flash across his face when he sees the blond asshole approaching him. There's the briefest moment of shock followed by relief at familiarity that could be missed just by blinking. It quickly settles into an annoyed frown. ]

You've got to be kidding me. [ He can't help but mutter since it's too late for him to escape now. ]

Why am I not surprised you're here?

[ Makoto's sure Laurent loves it here, which sours his mood even more. His eyes narrow slightly, accusingly. ]

[frenchkiss]

[ Poor, poor Makoto. He looks about as worse for wear as Laurent would have expected. He doesn't handle stress well. This is stress. The whole situation was stress. Even Laurent, for all his 'cool and cheery' demeanor, had faced some level of pure stress here in the past few months. He can only imagine what's rolling through that plucky little head of his.

Laurent expects the coldness, but there's still the briefest pout from him before his lazy smile smooths his face over, shrugging a shoulder as he pockets his drink-free hand. ]

Hello to you too, Edamame.

[ An amused huff of air leaves his mouth as he continues his stride over. ]

I'm afraid you're several months short of beating me here, but lucky you, you did miss the snowstorm.

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto's grip tightens on his drink. Laurent's been here for months? Somehow, that pisses him off. Just one more thing to add to the list of things this guy's one upped him on. His jaw clenches, his scowl deepens, and he pointedly looks away from Laurent. Makoto's trying not to look upset while he goes back to scanning the crowd around him without actually focusing on anything.

When he brings his drink up to his lips to distract himself, he grumbles to himself when he finally realizes it's empty but doesn't move to discard it or get another one. ]

Yea, lucky me. [ The sarcasm drips from his words. ]

Is anyone else here?

wildcard - the beach

[lioness_rampant]

[ People who've lived on the island for any span of time would probably be familiar with the sound that Makoto will hear, gradually becoming louder and louder--a low, whining roar like the sound of an airline jet passing just overhead. As the noise gets closer, however, he'll see that it isn't an airplane at all. What comes into view as it circles the distant mountains is, in fact, a immense robot shaped like a blue lion. It zips this way and that, performing limber aerial maneuvers in the airspace above the island with incredible grace for something so large.

In a matter of moments, it's directly above him, passing over in a rush of whirling air currents to land about a hundred yards or so down the beach from him. Crouching, it opens its mouth, and a moment later a young woman is stepping down onto the sand. She doesn't seem to have noticed Makoto just yet, looking instead out over the water for the moment. ]

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto hears the roaring of an aircraft before he sees it. At first, he's excited, because he didn't expect that sort of thing to be here. He can tell before looking that it's probably bigger than a prop plane but he never would have guessed it would be a lion. Makoto's eyes widen and he really can't tear his gaze away from it. As much as this place makes him uncomfortable, he's got to admit that there are some very cool things here. So far, the flying lion is topping that list.

Until it looks like it's about to land on him, he thinks, and he ducks on instinct with his eyes closed. When he is still alive, he opens his eyes to catch the end of it landing on the beach. The person coming out of it doesn't seem threatening, even from this distance. Fueled by excitement and curiosity, he's bounding over to her with a wave to catch her attention. As he gets closer, he'll greet her with a polite smile. ]

Excuse me, is that... [ a pause like he's unsure what term to use, glancing at it before continuing.] lion? Is that lion yours?


[ ooc: timeline wise, do you prefer after the fireworks or before? :|a
(aka before or after Laurent talked about her briefly.) ]

[lioness_rampant]

[ Even though she hadn't noticed him on her descent, Allura certainly can't miss the enthusiastic young man who comes running towards her down the beach. His polite inquiry is met with a smile and a nod. ]

You could say that, yes. It has a mind of its own but I am its Paladin. I'm Princess Allura of planet Altea. What is your name? Did you just arrive? I can show you around, if that's the case; there's quite a lot here on the island now, and... well, some of it takes a bit of getting used to.


[ ooc: Could be funnier if after! ]

[edamamepon]

[ Makoto blinks up at her, a flicker of recognition. So this is the girl Laurent mentioned? But his polite smile never wavers, save for a slight twitch at her last sentence. "Getting used to" is an understatement after last night for him. ]

Makoto Edamura.
It's nice to meet you, Princess Allura.
[ He bows his head slightly out of habit more than her being royalty before continuing. ]

Yes, I'm new, I haven't had a chance to explore everything yet.
I've been some places though, so I don't want to impose if you're busy.

[ ooc: done! ]