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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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[ More pocket meat for him!! ]

Fjord, of the Mighty Nein. May I ask your name, friend?

[ He goes obediently, letting himself be guided. Doesn't really have a choice if he wants to cure his blindness soon. ]

The Iron Bull.

[He keeps Fjord close. The benefit of traveling with the Bull is that most people tend to move, so there's fairly minimal steering around bodies. Once or twice he pulls Fjord to a stop, either to change direction to avoid mistletoe or to avoid crashing into someone who isn't paying attention.]

What's the Mighty Nein?

[Because it sounds like a mercenary group with either a very grandiose sense of themselves or a sense of humor.]

Oh, well. [ What is the Mighty Nein, really? ] We're a group of adventurers, we travel around a lot. The name was needed after we started gaining a reputation, it helped ... open some doors.

[ And make them seem like they had their shit together and avoid jail, narrowly. ]

Is 'Iron Bull' a title or your real name? Is Iron your name? Do people ask why there's a "the" in front of it or is that normal for you?

[ He's curious, okay. There's nothing to see to catch his interest, his mind is wandering on what it can. ]

The whole thing is my name. The Iron Bull.

[Most people drop the first two thirds of it, but that doesn't really surprise him.]

They either ask about it or forget it's there entirely. My people don't really have names, we have titles. So when I started living away from them, I had to pick something.

[And that's what he picked. It's descriptive as much as anything else, though ever since Cole pointed out that his horns resemble a dragon's, he's been kicking himself for not thinking of that at the time.]

How do your people not have names? That's got to be so confusing? And they're so easy to give. I'll give you one for helping me out — Hector. There, done.

Hector, the Iron Bull.

[ He gives him a thumbs-up and a sideways smile over a shoulder, which absolutely does not aim Fjord's blacked-out blinded eyes at where Bull's head is. ]

We just don't. We give each other nicknames, but there's no formal naming beyond titles.

[Bull rolls his eye when Fjord names him.]

Don't think I'm much of a Hector. Knew one, though. I've been Bull for ten years, think I'm a little too set in it to pick up something new.

[He catches both of Fjord's shoulders to redirect him around a small gaggle of people and stops under the eaves of a building at the end of the street. It's a little quieter out of the main bustle of the market.]

It's not a bad name.

[ He has no idea why the guy would have chosen it, is all. Oho.

As they pause with the noise of the main street faded away, he turns around to somewhat face his rescuer. ]

I, ah. I don't suppose you've been here on this island long enough to know how to reverse the curse of the flowers, do you? I have an idea of what to do, I just don't want to dump the responsibility onto you. You've been so helpful already.

I've been here for a little over a day.

[So, the short answer is no.]

How's this: tell me the idea and I'll decide if I want that responsibility or not.

[The hesitance makes Bull curious about how bad or awkward it could possibly be, but he's gone this far and he's not inclined to abandon someone when they're this vulnerable.]

Okay. It's going to sound insane, for the record.

[ Fjord holds his hands up to explain, then sags with a sigh. When he looks up he has an apologetic shrug. ]

This island tries to force intimacy out of its inhabitants. I've dealt with the plants here before, they usually want to elicit a ... reaction. So I — I think I need someone to kiss me until I, you know, start feeling pretty good about that.

I completely and totally understand if you'd rather not. I can try to call my friends.

[Any other day, it might either sound like bullshit or some really weird magic gone awry. But he's been here just long enough to hear about auspicious acts. And the Bull is almost certain that Fjord isn't lying or making something up. He doesn't seem like that good of an actor.]

Yeah, I've heard a little about that.

[Bull considers that. Kissing isn't anything, and if it works, all the better. If it doesn't... they can cross that bridge when they get to it. He slides a hand up along Fjord's neck so he can catch his chin and turn his head.]

I'm going to kiss you, [he warns.] That okay?

[ Bull would be right about Fjord sucking at acting, only because his Charisma has been rolling shit since he arrived. Weh. ]

Y-Yes.

[ The lime-green of his cheeks darkens to match the jade as he blushes, stiffening up as though bracing for a blow, not a kiss. He vaguely registers the hand on the back of his neck is still weirdly large too as it guides him into position, but the notion of kissing a stranger is far more prominently in focus right now ... as is how tilted up his chin is. ]

Thank you for all your help, Bull.

[ As a precursor, no matter what happens. ]

[The blush is a surprise, but it's kind of cute.]

Hopefully it works. I'm gonna feel bad if we have to get more creative.

[If only because Fjord doesn't know him, at all. Bull guides Fjord a bit away from the wall so that his horns won't scrape it when he leans down. The kiss is gentle, not exactly chaste, but not demanding, either. One hand holds the back of Fjord's head while the other slides down his back, arguably for support as much as anything else. Just in case something else weird happens.]

Edited (typo) 2020-12-20 18:10 (UTC)

You shouldn't feel ba— mmph.

[ When he has to reach up to find Bull's shoulders his eyebrows rise in surprise, lashes fluttering closed on his cheeks; he might be blind but he isn't going to be a weirdo and keep them open, useful or not. Fjord kisses back hesitantly, trying to make his mind go blank and think of Molly so he can trick his body into having a positive reaction, no matter how weird the situation ... and it works, kind of. He leans into the kiss moments later, licking his way into the Bull's mouth with a soft noise of approval, absently mindful of his tusks so he doesn't spear the other man's lips. ]

[That's new. Bull's never kissed anyone with tusks before, but he's careful as soon as he feels them and at least Fjord isn't actively trying to bite him. His hand presses against the small of Fjord's back and he ends up dipping him slightly, by virtue of their height difference and the way Fjord leans into him.

Eventually, Bull pulls back, slowly breaking the kiss to give them both a chance to breathe.]

How do you feel?

[ There was a time in his life where he would rather stay blind than let a guy kiss him but Fjord has come a long way since those toxic masculinity days. As Bull's voice draws him out of his daydreams he parts his lips on a sigh, quite happy to be dipped a little by strong, capable arms. That's very new and very ... nice.

Maybe he needn't think entirely of Molly after all.

He blinks his eyes open and huffs, annoyed at the mistletoe for being so demanding. ]

Still blind.

[ He reaches up to find Bull's face and draw him back down, this time for a more involved kiss that is less of a Hello and more of a hungry Welcome Back, losing himself in his other senses. ]

[Bull doesn't get a chance to answer, but he does chuckle as Fjord pulls him back into another kiss. There's an edge of heat to it this time. Fjord seems more relaxed this time, though, so it's no great effort to answer that hunger with a little of his own.

No reason why they can't have fun if this is what it takes.

Hmm what are the chances this really is going to take more than kissing? [he asks, right before indulging in another.] And how much privacy do you want if it does?

[Seems like it'd be a good idea to get that information up front, before either of them gets too carried away right off the main street. Bull doesn't mind, but Fjord might.]

[ He's starting to get an idea of how big the other guy is. Orc-sized, since he towers over Fjord who makes for a tall human but a pint-size orc at 6'3", letting a hand roam over the body pressed up against his. Holy shit. ]

Relative privacy? [ He can't quite believe he's entertaining the idea of this with a stranger but needs must, and he used to be a sailor. Favours are exchanged sometimes. ] Off the street would be good.

[ He's the opposite of an exhibitionist, beyond smooching. ]

Hm. You got anywhere in particular you'd like to go?

[If Fjord can describe it, there is a solid chance that Bull can find it. Otherwise, he can find somewhere else relatively private for them to... do whatever it is they need to do in order to get Fjord's sight back.

Bull isn't a stranger to exchanging favors.]

Some of the more run-down buildings are empty, no one uses them. Take your pick.

[ Sliding a hand up Bull's cheek and into his hair, or at least intending to go that way, he's surprised to find a horn instead. A ... very large horn, as his fingers explore, starting to think too much again as his inquisitive nature wins out. ]

Are you a tiefling?

No, but I've met one now. I'm Qunari.

[And if Fjord comes from a place that has tieflings, he doubts he's ever heard of Bull's people. He eases back so he can guide Fjord again, not in a hurry, but also aware that he would probably like his sight back sooner than later.

It doesn't take long to find an abandoned building that doesn't face the street. A little bit of pressure on the door pops it open, and he ushers Fjord inside.]

[ Qunari. Huh, never heard of them, but he supposes Bull is as good a specimen as any, if Fjord's hands have sized him up correctly. Ushered into the building, he spreads his hands so he doesn't bump into anything. ]

Which one did you meet? There are a few on the island.

[ Super casual, no real interest there. Nope. ]

Hm... Mollymauk?

[He catches up to Fjord and slides a hand along his back to redirect his attention. It doesn't take much to pull him into another kiss. Bull still isn't sure how far this needs to go, but there's nothing wrong with feeling their way along, right? And Fjord seems to have been here for a while, Bull can follow his lead.]

[ He's scooped up into a kiss that muffles his surprise, sighing into it. Of course Molly took one look at Bull and probably did cartwheels, he's a damn size-queen. That's totally not something that Fjord will let his old size complex fret about for hours on end, no big.

He goes to wrap his arms around Bull's neck but ... well, fuck, that doesn't work because he feels about as big as a halfling by comparison, so he settles his hands on that broad chest and returns the kisses with renewed interest, now with a little bit of a nip to them. Just because! ]

Edited 2020-12-20 20:44 (UTC)

What are you okay with? [he asks between heavy kisses. The sharpness that's become part of the kisses is exciting, and this is a question that Bull wants to get answered before it starts to slip his mind. There's only so much they're going to be able to do, unless Fjord has more surprises than Bull thinks he does.]

How far do you want this to go?

[ He feels oddly determined now, knowing Molly's been flashing his tail around, to take care of this mistletoe problem once and for all. His claws dig into the front of Bull's chest as he finds a strap by which to drag him in, leaning up to pour a growl into another kiss. ]

I want to see again.

[ He may be a small half-orc but he's inspired to be nothing but fierce now. It's all stupid, he knows, Molly wouldn't give a fuck if he could hold his own against someone as big as Bull, but now Fjord will know if he can't and he cares. ]

My money's on either of us getting off for that to happen.

TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

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