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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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[ 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.