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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[halforc]

[ 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. ]

[aban_aqun]

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.]

[halforc]

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?

[aban_aqun]

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.]

[halforc]

[ 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. ]

[aban_aqun]

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.]

[halforc]

[ 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! ]

[aban_aqun]

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?

[halforc]

[ 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.

[aban_aqun]

[There's a shift in tone and need as claws dig against his chest and a growl reverberates through their next kiss. A spike of tension he isn't expecting and he can't quite tell what triggered it.

But Fjord sounds determined, and very clear on what he expects.]

Hm, alright then.

[He can manage that.]

Let's start with you.

[His voice comes out a low rumble and he nudges Fjord against the nearest wall. Since Fjord can't see him, he makes his intentions clear as he slides a heavy hand down his chest and stomach. He offers a bit of hesitation - an opportunity for Fjord to speak up - before he palms his cock through his clothes.

It's as good a way as any to get to know someone.]

[halforc]

[ Fjord gives it his best. He rakes his claws up Bull's neck to keep him close for a long, lascivious kiss, all lips and tongues, pressing into the hand that strokes the front of his trousers; he tries to enjoy the feeling of touching (controlling) someone bigger; he even pushes off the wall to arch up against him.

But there's something thorny twisted up around his heart regarding Molly and, try as he might, without having his heart in it he can't get anything else in gear.

With a growl of frustration he pulls away, bringing up an arm between them as he ducks his head. ]

I can't. I ... I'm sorry for ...

[ Leading Bull on? Shit. ]

I can't see my device, can you call my partner?

[ On the arm he raised, on his bracer, is his contact device that he nods to in embarrassment. ]

[aban_aqun]

[Bull's hold relaxes the moment he feels Fjord tense and he offers no resistance as he pulls back.]

Hey, don't worry about it.

[His voice is warm, downright gentle. Bull's hand slides up to squeeze Fjord's shoulder before he backs up a bit more, giving the other man room to breathe.]

Yeah, who am I looking for?

[Bull hates these things, but he's at least figured out how to use them.]

[halforc]

[ He hates feeling like a failure, half-wishing he could jam the Cloven Crystal back in his chest and be an emotionless fish-servant for Uk'otoa. Maybe. Then he wouldn't care about kissing anyone!

The tension in his shoulders relaxes a little under Bull's gentility. ]

... Molly.

[aban_aqun]

[Ah. Well, maybe that explains more than it doesn't. Bull manages to get through the device to find the right contact and starts a call. He backs off after that, letting Fjord have room to talk, even if it's not exactly privacy.

He lets his mind wander to avoid completely listening in, only really paying attention to the rise and fall of Fjord's voice.

Unbidden, he finds himself thinking of Dorian.]

[halforc]

[ When Molly finally picks up Fjord has to insist he's fine, just blind, and he'll be waiting on one of the benches in the street he and Bull exited until Molly comes to get him. Ending the call, he lingers in an awkward silence and turns his head to the rest of the room where he assumes Bull has meandered.

Unless he left, which Fjord wouldn't hold against him. He feels like he's being babysat because he can't take care of his own problems. ]

Are you ... still here?

[aban_aqun]

Yeah, I'm here.

[Bull pushes away from the wall he's been leaning against and gently touches Fjord's arm to give him a direction to look in.]

Want company til he shows up?

[halforc]

You want to stick around?

[ He reaches out for the wall, following it to the door. Bull's hand on his arm helps. ]

[aban_aqun]

Yeah, no reason for you to be alone.

[Bull slides his hand to Fjord's shoulder to gently steer him the right way down the alley once they're out the door. He heard benches, and he's assuming the ones that are closest to the building they'd ducked into.]