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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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[ Mugen narrows his eyes at him. His eyebrow twitches when the man finally answers, jaw clenching as he takes a step forward. His bare feet make no sound against the ground, though he curses under his breath at the other man's placidity on the way. He leans over slightly to look right into the other man's eyes with his arms still firmly crossed. He glowers like he's trying to angrily decipher some very difficult puzzle. ]

You tryin' to piss me off?

[ With the reduced distance, he sees the other's sword, his gaze dropping to it. At that, he smirks, expression shifting. There's no fear and the anger is still there. But it is suddenly tempered by some measure of excitement and smugness. Maybe this place isn't that boring after all. ]

Tch. You even know how to use that sword?

Edited 2020-12-20 08:03 (UTC)

[There is a far off look in his eyes as he notes that with each silent step taken by the wild looking man the distance between them is narrowing. Becoming uncomfortable. Suffocating even he would say especially when the liberty is taken to lean in close. Was that truly necessary? And yet he hasn't blinked, he hasn't looked away. He hasn't made a single sign that this close proximity was disturbing. Especially given what was said, that was even puzzling because he wasn't doing anything of the sort.]

You seem agitated. [Yeah, seem.

Giyu doesn't follow the other man's gaze downward but that kind of has him place a hand at his sword's hilt. Not because he feels fear but rather this strange environment made people act in peculiar ways, ways he isn't at all interested in. But the question at least isn't completely odd if anything it's a little out of place. Did he have the look of a man who did not know how to wield his own weapon?

So rather than answer the question, he introduces himself. There that should clear things up.]

Tomioka Giyu, demon hunter.

Yea, no shit. You slow or something?

[ Mugen's clearly oblivious to the other man's discomfort. Though he wouldn't have cared even if it was written all over the guy's face. But whatever, this guy was being boring anyway. The man almost reminds him of fishface, but this dude doesn't seem to get it and it's a little more disarming than Mugen would've anticipated.

Scoffing suddenly, he leans back without taking any steps back. Mugen tenses in anticipation, smirking and meeting his eyes again when the man rests his hand on his sword. He clearly seems more excited at the prospect, despite his disadvantage, fear distinctly absent. Except, the man's next statement catches him off guard, confusion coloring his expression more than anything else. ]

Hah? What the fuck is that?

[ And as an afterthought. ] The name's Mugen.

I wouldn't exactly say that. But there are certainly people who are faster — I'm not in my best form.

[They were talking about physical speed right? A stranger wouldn't try to insult him out of nowhere. And this was just a man, and as wild as he looked Giyu was certain he hadn't done anything to rouse his ire.

Finally with Mugen leaning back, there is some relief to be felt as distance was gained but it still wasn't enough. Perhaps this man did not know it was rude to suddenly encroach on other's personal space. He felt a little bad for him. Yet even as their eyes meet one more time there is nothing reflected back in Giyu's. He looks at him, almost as if this whole meeting was inconsequential but really he was kind of glad because to him this conversation felt normal. Maybe he was just used to people like this.]

What is what, Mugen [And as an afterthought he adds in.] -san.

Form? What's that got to do with anything?

[ Mugen's face just screws up in frustration again. This guy was just fucking with him, right? He groans, because of course he thinks it's just his luck that the first person he runs into on this shitty island is this guy. Mugen figures he's some kind of samurai, maybe some give themselves stupid monikers like "demon hunters". He wouldn't put it past those stuck up bastards. All talk about honor but most of the ones he's met aren't worth the blade they carry. But with this guy, it's hard for Mugen to get a read on him. ]

Demon hunter, what the hell is that?

[ And then he mutters under his breath again, almost like he's fishing for some kind of reaction. That and he already forgot the longer part of the dude's actual name. ] Giyu-chan.

Edited (clarity) 2020-12-21 05:05 (UTC)

[Were they not speaking of movement speed? Giyu doesn't even attempt to clear that up. There's some assumptions being made. Perhaps this man was still feeling ill after coming out of the water. Most people weren't in the best of shape after practically being half drowned before their arrival.

But the following question is an easy one to answer. He can tell him about the Demon Slayer Corps. It was of no consequence here and they weren't secretive in regards to their activities. Yes, certain locations like that of their headquarters were kept hidden but they were open when it came to sharing information about the creatures that prowled the night devouring human flesh.

So Giyu begins.] Demon Hunters. Those who have learned specialized techniques in order to kill evil demons. We are part of a non-political organization, The Demon Slayer Corps, that has existed since ancient times in —

[And he suddenly stops. Despite his name being muttered the proximity between them allowed him to pick up on the way he was referred as. Now Giyu remains silent as he gives Mugen a long hard stare from his calm blue eyes. After what seems like an eternity the water pillar turns suddenly and begins walking away on short light steps quickly.]

Hey, where're you-- Yea, walk away!

[ Mugen eventually yells, sounding a little too cocky at the end as if he just won some sort of battle. It'd be a lie so say he remembers everything that Giyu said about Demon Hunters, but the information is interesting enough that some of it definitely sticks. Specialized techniques, huh? Mugen grins, feeling a little bit better about this island already. If everyone is this sensitive, he could probably get away with a lot of shit. Then his stomach reminds him very loudly that he is, in fact, still hungry. Which he takes as his cue to keep walking forward.

That also means he's heading the same direction as the man who just ran away from him. Fuck, he doesn't want to ruin that victory so he yells after him again, louder since he's probably farther away this time. ]

Oi, I ain't following you, got it? You're just headin' the same direction as my food.

[ ooc: sorry Giyu. rip. ]

[That is not going to get him to turn back, or even bothering to give Mugen another look. He is going to continue forward at the same brisk pace on short steps. Steps that barely made a sound. He's not trying to be sneaky or anything but it's far too soft a sound for it to come from a man of his height and weight.

Even as he moves forward it feels like he's being followed.

He doesn't have long to wait to figure out just what is going on as he hears Mugen yell after him. That does get him to stop. Mostly it was because he heard him speak of the food. He would step aside as if to allow the other man to pass but once he is close enough Giyu will give him a warning.]

Don't eat the food. [If only he was more specific and actually offered a reason why it should not be consumed.]

[ooc: i believe you mean Giyu-chan!]

[ Mugen forces himself to walk a little faster than he probably should, thought it only manages to make his slight limp a little more apparent. Not that's actually trying to catch up or anything, his stomach is just absolutely killing him now and it's really pissing him off more than Giyu is at the moment.

His stomach makes an awful sound just as he's getting closer to Giyu and he doesn't even care about wincing over it anymore. Fuck, it feels like he hasn't eaten in a week. Mugen just scoffs at him as he steps aside and issues his little warning. ]

I'm fucking starving so it ain't like I gotta choice. What's it gonna do? Kill me?

[ He slows down enough to say it, but doesn't seem intent on stopping completely. It's pretty clear by his tone that he really didn't seem to care all that much if it happened. ]

Already died. Rather die full and dry this time.

[ ooc: yes. poor giyu-chan. lol these different brands of social ineptness though. ]

Edited 2020-12-22 05:42 (UTC)

[Two things for Giyu to notice, not that he needs to point out the man's clear injured state or that he is in need of nourishment. But that only means he could be driven to desperation? Would he really be willing to partake of the food provided by those mechanical things? Giyu himself had mistakenly done so once. However he couldn't say he had suffered greatly for it but he would never take that chance again.

When he hears Mugen's comment for once he eyebrows draw ever so slightly together. Kill him?] No. The food will not kill you. So you won't —[Die again?]

It's much worse. [Maybe he needs to get his priorities straight here? Give him a moment. This is difficult to explain. Not because he cannot put the message into words. It's a bit delicate and well an odd conversation to have with a completely stranger.]

I have been told that the food is laced with drugs that cause arousal. And over time it becomes inevitable that a person who has consumed enough of it will engage in sexual activities. [Even if he is looking at Mugen, it's almost as if he were seeing past him. This was the worst conversation he could have but he was a man of integrity to want to get the warning out. But now it is time to get this whole ordeal over with and what's the best way to end a conversation?]

I don't want to talk anymore. [He's hit his quota for the day.]

[ooc: it's beautiful! oh my goodness i love this. i do hope to see you in game.]

[ At that, Mugen has to stop. What the hell could be 'much worse', huh? He gets impatient, crossing his arms again in agitation. Mugen's about to start walking again when Giyu finally continues.

That actually shocks the anger out of him for a moment. He wasn't 100% sure on the word arousal, but even he isn't a big enough idiot to miss the context clue of 'sexual activities.' He raises an eyebrow at Giyu-chan, waiting for him to say it's a joke or something. But no, this dude is serious. Then he cracks up, though it's cut short by the pain in his stomach and another wince. Fucking hell. This little shit was getting worked up over getting a boner? Mugen could die of laughter if he wasn't so hungry. ]

Who the hell would care about that? So, you gotta jerk off after? Big fucking deal.
Feels better when you're full anyway.

Shit. Hope they got some women on this island.
[ Though that last sentence is muttered more to himself than anything. ]

Fine. Do what you want.
[ And now it's Mugen's turn to start moving away again, bare feet carrying him the same direction they were both headed.

But he can't resist one last cheap shot over his shoulder. ]

Try learnin' to jerk off sometime, Giyu-chan.

[ ooc: I will do my best. he's good at ruffling feathers hahah. ]

Edited (formatting oops) 2020-12-22 07:17 (UTC)

[Agitation and impatience isn't noted. That would explain why he took the liberty of preparing himself to say what needed to be put into words.

However the reaction he received wasn't one to be expected and even Giyu himself could grow irritated. If ever slightly. Although there's barely a shift in his expression. Just the slight raise of his eyebrows and his lips thinning into a line. He still remains ever tranquil in his observation of the other, he doesn't even bat an eye at the laughter. This man was a fool. But the words he received in turn made him realize the error of his judgement. No. This man was a deviant.

And a person better suited for this environment.

The comment about him doing what he wants gets no response. It was what he'd been doing. He watches Mugen continue walking. Giyu would remain in place. He has no intention on trailing behind him, and besides, he had other things to do. He was never going to head straight back to the city. But there is one last comment added, and true to his words from earlier he did not want to talk. Nothing would he said.]

[ooc: he truly is! still laughing he jumped straight to first names and just aaaa. also sorry i'm a bit on the slow side.]

[ ooc: no you're fine! but I think this is probably a good conclusion for now ?? Mugen's just gonna keep walking away lol

just wait until mugen meets anyone that knows giyu. Tomi-what? oh, you mean giyu-chan?

japanese/fancy names are too goddamn long for him okay. people get a shortened version or a sometimes stupid nickname. ]

[ooc: yeah this is a good spot to end it. hey they talked, totally means they're friends now.

aihgahgalghha omg that's gonna be! please mugen!

that should be tomioka-san to you! so rude, so rude. but he's taking it well enough... still finds it very disturbing.]

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TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

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