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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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( I ) your casa is my casa

[ Faye Valentine considers herself and has consistently proven herself to be adaptable to any situation. So while waking up in a strange new world that comes off as a horny fever dream more than anything else is disorienting, she's not going to waste time panicking about the situation. Not outwardly, at least. Survival's her forte, and satisfying the two most basic needs, food and shelter, is first on the agenda.

Coming home to and dealing with a strange woman shamelessly sprawled across your living room sofa (or, if you haven't got that nice of a place, what could pass for a common area. Even the floor is better when it's sheltered) probably wasn't on your agenda, but now it is.

It was fairly obvious this place was already inhabited. She just doesn't care.

She looks up calmly, waving her hand with relative disinterest. ]

Oh, hey. Be a dear and close the door, will you? It's awfully cold out there.

( II ) bumper cars anger management

[ Who knew being uprooted from the only "home" she knew might actually be a little stressful? Not that she'd ever admit the Bebop was home. Or that she was stressed.

No, she chooses to take out her anger in much healthier ways, like being unnecessarily aggressive at the bumper cars. She may have also been falsely told by a robot that the best performing car would earn its driver credits. ]

Outta my way! [ Here she is, aggressively and rudely rear-ending you. ]

( III ) creepy carousel

[ Faye was pretty sure she'd died and gone to hell, but the existence of this carousel pretty much confirms it. Disgust turn to amusement as she realizes that the very statue passing by them is supposed to be the poor (living) soul next to her. It's so absurd that she can't help but laugh a little. ]

What're you, famous or something?

[ Her eyebrows raise. ]

Either that, or you've really pissed off the higher ups.

[ Is that thing anatomically correct? If it is, well, maybe the Augur's intent was flattery after all. She's yet to notice that there's a statue of her somewhere on this cursed carousel, too. ]

( IV ) sky's lit up

[ She's less interested in the fireworks and more in the free alcohol. Which she's not going to refuse, because who in their right mind would? But once she's been sufficiently inebriated, the attention being on the night sky makes her feel more wistful than she'd imagined. Fireworks are fine, but the knowledge that she can't just hop on the Bebop and head into that sky?

More depressing than she'd thought.

She takes another long sip of her wine glass before turning to the person next to her. Her clothes, skimpy as they may be, are staying on (for now), but she doesn't seem particularly bothered by those who choose to shed them. ]

Fireworks, huh? Kinda corny, and I'm not sure what we should even be celebrating, but I'm not gonna complain about the free booze.

[ She raises her glass, offering them a toast. ]

Cheers.

( V ) love is blind

[ It's really rude when someone is just trying to go about their business and buy (or steal) some cigarettes and suddenly become blinded by a fucking plant. She may be panicking a little. ]

Oh, you've got to be kidding me!

[ She hears someone nearby, so she moves instinctively. She is, unfortunately, an extremely distrustful person, so she's immediately drawing out her gun and pointing it at whoever is unfortunate enough to have also been ensnared by the mistletoe. ]

Don't try anything funny, pal.

(( OOC: Any color of fireworks is fine for prompt IV. I'm okay with threads staying gen or veering into smut, just shoot me a PM if you want to hash anything out. For smut, 16+ and open to any gender. ))

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

And what exactly is it I'm supposed to be trying?

If you have to ask, maybe you're not a creep after all.

[ Maybe. She's still not lowering her gun. But it's obvious her threat is somewhat empty, given that she's disoriented as hell. ]

It's not for me to say how people react to me.

Either way, there's nothing for me to gain at your expense.

Charming. You really know how to make a girl feel nice, you know.

[ Sarcasm, but given that she can't really move much and she's blind as a bat, she doesn't want to lose the only person nearby who maybe(?) could help. ]

I'll cut to the chase. If you can't tell, I can't see all of a sudden. I assume you still can?

You'd be assuming correctly. Now, do you want help, or are you intent on shooting the air near my shoulder?

[ The transition from purgatory to nameless island is a strange one indeed, half dream and half rude awakening. A primal beast does not share the same needs as mortals, however the former Supreme Primarch, bereft of his wings and thereby his power, experiences a certain vulnerability for the first time since his creation.

Securing shelter is the prudent course of action, and Lucifer does so while reacquainting himself with his physical form. Where he might have flown over the City, he spends a great deal of time wandering through it on foot—though the hours are but a grain of sand in millennia of existence.

He learns much from the other inhabitants and mechanical custodians of the island, though not enough that he isn't surprise to see a stranger in his humble apartment, upon his return. Bearing in mind Lucifer has only ever had limited contact with humans, and possesses absolutely no experience or particular inclination towards the wanton activities advertised here, his reaction is perhaps a bit understated. ]

My apologies.

[ He obliges, shutting the door behind him, his gaze calm albeit curious as it lands on her. Is this... the robots' doing? A facilitation of "auspicious acts"...? He has no intention of doing anything to this woman, but he does feel the need to clarify, ]

May I ask your purpose for being here?

[ like r u a hooker or somethin ma'am ]

Edited 2020-12-20 19:22 (UTC)

[ Huh? Why is he apologizing? Is this not his house after all? So they're just a pair of squatters or something? She's less willing to share the space if that's the case. ]

Wait a minute, is this even your house? If you're just looking to crash somewhere, buzz off. I was here first.

[ She's not making any moves to actually kick him out though. She's just getting up to stroll over to the kitchen and open the fridge in search of anything worthwhile. What does a girl have to do to get a beer around here? ]

Well that's kind of a lofty question, isn't it? We haven't even introduced ourselves. What is my purpose? Have I ever had a sense of where I'm going in life or what I'm living for? Doubtful.

[ All of this she says casually while pulling something out of the fridge. It looks questionable. ]

[ Apologizing for things that Aren't Even His Fault is just what he does, don't worry about it. ]

This is my residence, yes. If you're in need of shelter, you're welcome to stay.

[ ...Unfortunately, Lucifer has literally nothing on him. Not even a single coffee bean. Whatever she pulls out of the fridge was likely put there by one of the robots. (It's probably a plasticky TV dinner, film frozen to the food-like substance it encases. He doesn't even have a microwave...?) ]

I did not mean any offense. My name is Lucifer.

[ She seems... both in a hurry and not at all eager to go anywhere. There's a certain energy about her that's very unusual and intriguing to him, if only because he hasn't talked to another soul in like a billion years. (Sandalphon was a drive-by and doesn't count.) ]

...It is often difficult to ascertain our true purpose in life. [ He's offering her counseling because he literally does not know what else to do with her... ] I can understand these circumstances are troubling, of course.

[ Anyway... ]

Ah, if you require an eating utensil, I believe there are some in the drawer to your left.

[ Coming home to a stranger lounging on your furniture (and getting it wet, is Faye still wet?) would be and should be a cause for outrage. The residents of the Nameless Island have already encountered so much, being torn from their homes and their lesbian lovers, that for little comfort that they've built to be violated is downright despicable.

Except, this isn't Yuel's house either.

She's got her shoulders up and feet on tiptoes when she creeps in the door (and she's still wet from the sea, her tail dripping fat droplets into the floor), trying to be subtle and careful as she infiltrates the warm, cozy house only to stop dead in her tracks.

Suddenly, she can't hear.

And suddenly, she can't move. ]

Ahh... ahahaha.

[ Faye looks comfortable enough lounging on the couch, but she's obviously some kind of demon witch punishing her for trespassing into her lair. ]

There's no need t'get all huffy! [ She waves her hands in a surrendering motion. ] I'm just admirin' the place!

[ She's probably still wet. Whatever, if she ruins the couch the owner can add it to her long list of debts that she'll never pay back. She scowls at the newcomer approaching. The way she talks makes Faye realize this isn't even the owner of this house, which just makes her territorial (of a place that isn't hers, either). ]

Hey! This isn't a hotel, you know! If you're gonna come storming in like this, you better at least have something to eat—

[ Faye has gotten up at this point and is walking towards her, but the mistletoe (why is there random mistletoe in Eustace's house?) magically stops her in her tracks, and gone is her ability to talk.

So while it may seem like Faye is now screaming her head off with various expletives thrown in (and she's trying her hardest to do just that), she is actually not making a single sound. Not that Yuel would know the difference. ]

[ gun aimed at her, ningguang can't help but narrow her eyes and bring her fan to her lips, hiding the mirth on her lips behind the fan's golden design. ]

Quite preemptive. [ her smile may be hidden, but it's in the tone of her voice. ] What would constitute as 'funny,' anyhow?

Besides, shooting someone dead won't free you from this plant's influence. Haven't you been paying attention?

[ Oh, it's a woman. As biased as it may be, Faye visibly relaxes. ]

Don't be coy. We're on an island where everything is unnecessarily penis shaped. You know exactly what I mean.

[ Ningguang's tone may be mocking her, but she's just relieved she won't actually (probably) be needing to shoot anyone. Her gun doesn't lower, but she does turn towards the sound of her voice as best she can. ]

Oh no, is it really the mistletoe? I was on such a good streak of avoiding that damn thing.

[ But that means this woman is also trapped here, isn't she? She seems so much calmer about it. ]

[ it doesn't go unnoticed, the way her slim shoulders and sure aim falter just slightly when they meet eyes. it could mean a couple things. naturally, a woman should be on her guard in the event that someone much more... broader and larger to take advantage of her scantily-clad form. ningguang can't say that she admires her disposition - doesn't she get cold?

something tips her off and she realizes, mirthfully, that the woman can't see after all. she's looking just beyond ningguang. but it's really what was said next that confirms it. ]

Given your current condition, I find it... difficult, that you believed there was any chance of success. [ she moves her folded fan, reaching out to gently tap on her hand, very gently, moving her aim more accurately on ningguang. her jade screen will protect her from projectiles, so ningguang isn't concerned if the woman decides that she is a threat and shoots— she'd rather not fight, though. that's not what the mistletoe wants, and she has places to be. ] But I will entertain you.

[ she moves closer. ]

You should find someone to guide you.

My... condition? What's that supposed to mean?

[ she was doing just fine, tyvm!!! it's not her fault they've apparently put this plant everywhere. look away for five seconds and suddenly you're blind. it's a real warm welcome to this place. Faye stiffens when her gun is moved, but it's those last words that irritate her the most. ]

I was relieved that you weren't some creepy guy, but you're proving to be just as annoying.

[ Equally annoying is that while Ningguang should have also fallen under the effect of the mistletoe, she seems perfectly fine? Life is so unfair. She does at least put the gun away for now. She's not getting the sense that she's under any danger. ]

If you're going to help me, cut the crap and kiss me, or whatever it is I have to do to break this spell. Otherwise, get lost.

[ baby don't go. she's just butthurt and childish ]

[Hm. the decision to turn her into a statue isn't too odd - there's plenty of sculptors and artists who have used her for a muse - but while this one is technically accurate, it's gone for a much less demure pose. On her hands and knees with her butt in the air. Is someone supposed to mount it? Sit on her back? She's not quite sure how to feel about this

At the woman's question, she turns.]

I am rather well known

[Aphrodite says, placing a hand under her chin and another to her cheek, framing her face like a pretty picture.]

Unfortunately, this is not the most flattering likeness of me that I've seen.

[ The question was sarcastic, so she wasn't actually expecting the woman to agree. ]

Great. I don't really keep up with celebrities, sorry.

[ Although, even if Aphrodite really is a celebrity, it's not like the celebrities she knows would align with those of Aphrodite's world.

The woman is remarkably beautiful, though. It's a shame the statue's so vulgar. Even if— ]

Uh, doesn't it bother you? I mean, they really haven't left anything to the imagination.

There's nothing to apologize for, dear. I was well known back home, and still making a name for myself here.

[It's not that she has aspirations of grandeur, it's just who she is. Clearly everyone should love and adore her, eventually. At the woman's question, Aphrodite laughs, then hums and turns to consider her visage, along with the other statues on the moving structure.]

It isn't the worst that I've seen. And compared to the others-

[Said as the carousal turns, and the image of one of the other denizens passes by. He, too, is buck naked, and lounging on his back, hands behind his head and an, ahem, interesting appendage where the seat should be.]

_{[ It's Scott's no-good-very-bad-week. He hadn't expected to go subatomic for five years in a quantum realm and on his way back to the proper realm to end up somewhere else, but here he is and he should accept his fate that he ends up places he doesn't belong unless he's properly behind bars. Honestly, that's where things hardly ever got weird, but anytime he tries to get back on his feet, things get weird. He's trying his best to get well adjusted with his surroundings, but he's having a lot of difficulty, and that also goes along with actually talking to people.

At first, the idea of the festivities remind him of some place he'd take Cassie, but he quickly backpedals that thought when he further analyzes what's going on here. His eyes, too, follow the model that is shaped like himself and he seems exasperated by the time Faye talks to him. ]}

Oh, uh. I mean.. yes. A little famous. I mean, I think I'm famous. Famous-ish. I fought an Avenger and didn't die. And.. I mean. I'm sort of an Avenger.

_{[ He clears his throat. ]}

I wouldn't have expected the first replica of me to be.. that, though. Maybe like.. an action figure. Okay, maybe not that either. Some freebie toy that's in a Happy Meal.

Edited 2020-12-21 04:49 (UTC)

Sorry, buddy, the term "Avenger" doesn't ring a bell to me. Different universes and all that, remember? Though, I don't know how to feel about McDonalds apparently being a thing across alternate universes. The great unifier.

[ She's willing to let his forgetfulness slide because he looks flustered, though.

Well, kind of. It makes him too easy to tease. ]

Oh, that bad boy is ready for action, alright.

I think it's a win? I mean, it isn't my first time being somewhere I didn't belong but the last time I ended up somewhere weird there was no McDonald's. So.. yeah.

_{[ He's very easy to tease!! He even rubs his eyes in embarrassment. ]}

Could you... I don't know.. stop looking at it?

Cheers.

[Akane lifted her drink, a mug of beer, up to toast Faye's. She took a sip before continuing. Myriad colors played upon her face, none strong enough to have any of those mood altering effects.

Not yet, at least.]

You don't like fireworks? I thought everyone liked fireworks. They remind me of summer and family.

Who the fuck knows...

[Celebrations like this were unheard of in her home, so she couldn't begin to guess what it was for. Then again, it was incredibly rare that they had anything to celebrate, aside from surviving another day... and, was that really a net good?

Who could say?

Faye wasn't alone in finding the alcoholic upside to the situation, though; Kaine will raise her own drink - a bottle of whiskey she's blithely necking - in a little salute, before turning her attention skyward once more.

There's a long moment of silence, as the bright orange blooms explode overhead... and then Kaine turns back to Faye, as if only just realizing something.]

...wait, you've seen this sorta shit before?

[After a month, Soundwave has secured himself shelter as just sleeping outside on the street as a hobo car isn't the most viable way of living. Especially when a terrible blizzard hit the city days ago, so it became prudent for him to find a place to live in.

Although, for the most part, Soundwave doesn't really stay in his residence much- prefer to explore around the city or mindlessly drive, unless he needed to recharge. So, upon his return, he didn't expect to see a stranger lounging on his sofa as if she owns the place... Did someone just intrude?]

What are you doing in my residence?

[It's not a threat, at least Soundwave didn't mean the question to come out that way. But the mechanical and electronic in quality voice might make that difficult to tell what his tone was...

What Faye will see when she looked up is a 7ft tall mech standing on the front door, with his arms folded over his chests, glowing red visor staring at her. His build is not unlike any of the local robots around here, heavy armor plating and a missile pod mounted on the left shoulder, clearly designed for warfare.

Though, at least he shuts the door behind him before that. Don't want his "guest" to be cold.]

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TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

faye valentine ♦ cowboy bebop

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4!! also feel free to have faye assume that kaine stripped for the occasion, since.... her outfit

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