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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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Hah? Who cares?

[ Mugen says as he casually eats a corndog whole, throwing the stick onto a pile of other empty sticks littering the ground. He's laying on a naked figure while resting his bare feet on the head of another. While the food has given him a surge of energy, the amount of food has given him a little bit of a temporary gut and he doesn't have any intention of moving any time soon. He yawns before fixing her with a lazy scowl. ]

Who the hell're you anyway?

(Ramona sort of shrugs, he's got a point there. However, she doesn't like his pollution of this lovely island. Maybe if she's nice to him, he'll clean up.)

Ramona Flowers.

(She sits on the base of the carousel, as not to bother the naked residents. She doesn't know they're the residents, she just knows they look too real ... What if... ) What if these are real people trapped in here?

[ There's a gruff scoff at her name, though it's more in amusement than any malice. Flowers always seem to cause him more trouble than they're worth. ]

Name's Mugen.

[ Mugen raises an eyebrow at her before turning his attention to the lady he's currently resting on. He's knocking the figure on the forehead with a fist none too gently as he uses his other hand to cup his ear like he's listening for a response from it. No sound comes from the naked lady besides the dull thud of his fist. ]

See? They ain't real. [ With that, he stretches out before lacing his fingers behind his head, eyes back on her. He considers ignoring her but hell, he's kinda bored so why the fuck not. ]

Been here long?

My clothes are still a little damp, so not long, I guess. You've been here long enough to find corndogs...

(She eyes the sticks.)

You got anything extra to eat?

Nah. Was the last one.

[ Mugen opens one eye at her. There's a pause before sits up, swinging over the side of the naked lady so he's mostly just leaning up against it. Crossing his arms, he looks down at her like he's actually sizing her up for the first time. Cute. Probably annoying. He's never seen anyone with hair like hers. Japanese girls always wear it up, even the prostitutes mostly, and he's never seen that color before. ]

Tch. I wanted more, anyway.

[ He jumps off the carousel, wincing since he forgot his leg was still sore. Mugen only has the slightest of limps as he walks away, not checking to see if she's following or not, really. But he does yell back to her without turning around. ]

Your legs work, Flowers?

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(It was strange how most men treated her like she was some sort of dream girl. Because she dyed her hair and was a little on the aloof side. This guy acted like she was barely alive and for some reason, she was following him.)

They aren't weird corndogs are they, they aren't ... making you feel strange are they?

(Please be normal corndogs. She went to the noodle shop and noticed all they had was viagra-noodles.)

That shit was corn?

[ Mugen huffs, like he doesn't really believe her. But he also considers her question a moment though, not breaking his pace towards the less crowded cluster of food stalls. He's feeling a bit hotter than normal but it's not enough to bother him since at least he's wearing pretty light clothing, though he is starting to build up a sheen the longer they walk. That Giyu guy had mentioned they should at least be giving him a boner or something but so far: nothing. Probably was a fucking liar. There are a number of food stalls that Mugen pointedly isn't acknowledging, since they don't really look like food to him. Corndogs though, smelled like food and he was used to eating things off a stick. ]

Hell if I know. I feel fine.

[ ooc: I'm just playing fast and loose with the info here for those corndogs. He does not know what ice cream, cotton candy, etc are at all pfft. ]

Not...exactly?

(She jogs a little to catch up with him, noticing he's sweating. It was a little cool out, actually. Was he nervous? Oh god, was she making him nervous?)

Where are you even from?

Ryūkyū.

[ Mugen says that pretty gruffly and leaves it at that. But luckily, the stand isn't too far from where they were at. He steps up to it, grabbing a couple more corndogs roughly, noticeably less than what he'd grabbed before. He doesn't seem to bother checking whether they're free or not. No one is stopping him so he doesn't care anyway. He's not gonna wait for her but he doesn't amble off too far, plopping himself down on a nearby bench cross-legged.

Mugen shoves the corndogs in his mouth, biting down just enough to hold them there as he takes off his red hapi and tosses it next to him. Underneath that, he's wearing a pretty shabby off-white shirt that's mostly sleeveless and has obviously been stitched up more than once. It's also in pretty rough shape after having survived the ocean. ]

(Ramona was about to ask if that was somewhere in Japan, but the way he said it made her think better of it.

She follows his lead and grabs a corndog. Then sits next to him, because uh, she feels invited to do so. But then he's taking off his clothes...)

I wonder if they'll give us some stuff to wear, my shirt's all damp still...

(She takes a bite of the corndog and frowns. Then spits it out into her hand. So ladylike.) Ugh, you want this? I don't think this is vegetarian. (WHY would they serve veggie corndogs, girl?? Maybe she's trying to annoy Mugen further.)

[ Mugen shrugs at that one, not really caring how shabby his clothes look. He's mid bite into his first corndog when she spits into her hand. He glances at her, but doesn't seem to care that she spit into her hand either. Hell, if she'd offered what's in her hand to him on the beach, he probably would've eaten it. ]

Hah? What's vege- whatever the hell that is?

[ He finishes his own with one bite again, tossing the stick on the ground. It's not understandable what he says next since his mouth is full but he's raising his hand like he'll take that bitten off corndog if she's not gonna eat it. More for him. Mugen's not even that hungry anymore but it's not the first time he's had to eat what's available. It's a habit from not always knowing when the next meal will pop up. ]

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(Ramona throws the half-chewed corndog to one of the geese. The geese look offended.)

Not eating meat. But I don't even know if that counts as meat. You eat a lot for someone so skinny.

(She goes as far as leaning over and poking him in the ribs.)

[ Mugen would be mad that she did that under, but he still has a corndog left so he shrugs and shoves the last one in his mouth too.
That stick, he keeps between his teeth like a reed. ]

Who the hell doesn't eat meat? [ No, he didn't figure out that she doesn't. ]

And you talk a lot for a girl with small--The fuck are you doin'?

[ His reflexes kick in at first, one hand shooting out and aiming to grab her wrist. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead as he stares her down before he drops his hand. He curses as he roughly takes his shirt off, using it to wipe his face and the back of his neck before tossing it on top of his hapi. Besides his temporary food baby, it's clear he's all thin, sinewy muscle, with more than a few old healed cuts. ]

Fuck, why is it so hot?

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(Ramona lets out a yelp when he grabs her wrist and quickly wrenches it away. That was her bad, you shouldn't touch people. They react... well, that way.)

Small what now?

(Having not actually eaten one of the corndogs, Ramona still feels fine.)

D'ya maybe have a fever?

[ Mugen leans back on the bench, uncrossing his legs. He smirks at her, looking down at her chest without any shame. ]

Tits.

[ But then Mugen catches sight of one of those metal dudes out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head suddenly, taking the stick he has in his mouth and chucking it as hard as he can. There's a thud, loud despite the distance. Headshot. It's lurched forward by the impact but doesnt seem to know who threw it.

Mugen fist pumps in success before he settles back like nothing happened. ]

Nah. Doesn't feel like a fever.
This island is just fucking weird.

(While that was kind of cool, he did look at, and mention, her tits. Rude.)

You're gross.

Truth hurts. 'Sides, you started it.

[ There's a pause before he looks down at her suspiciously. ]

What happened to bein' hungry, huh?

Maybe I just wanted to follow you.

(However, she regrets it now.

She rubs her wrist, as if it hurts.)

Why ya gotta be so rough?

[ Well now, that earns her a smirk. He turns himself to face her, leaning back with his elbows resting on the armrest of the bench; one leg bent and the other hanging off the side. Mugen looks her right in eyes with the next question, voice dropping a little lower. ]

Yea, and why's that?

[ Mugen glances to her wrist, there's no real sympathy there but he does manage to look a little confused. ]

Didn't grab you that hard, y'know.

(Why did she have to have the hots for the most jerkiest of people?)

I don't know... and maybe I like it rough.

[ Mugen's still smirking, but his gaze drops from her eyes and he's looking her over with a shamelessly more heated look. ]

Do ya' now? Well, I got more where that came from.

Prove it.

(Ramoma liked to fight fight fight! And she liked to fuck. And Mugen, as gross as he was, dammit, he did it for her.)

Damn, chicks here move fast.

[ It definitely isn't a complaint. Mugen's standing up and rounding on her before he even finishes the sentence, reaching out for her wrists again to pin her to the bench with some force. He's definitely thinking she's just a normal human though and hasn't quite realized there are people with powers here. As much as he likes it rough, he ain't looking to break her wrist or anything. ]

(That was Ramona's Advanced Slut Technology!

He pins her to the bench and she smirks at him. Ramona herself is no stronger than the average person, but Mugen's amount of force is just right.)

What're you going to do now that you got me?

[ Mugen leans down, leveling his face in front of hers. He's not really the type to waste time, so instead of answering he's already pressing his lips against hers roughly. Mugen shifts her wrists into one hand so he can tangle his free hand in her hair with more than a little force. Damn, he didn't know what hair this color would feel like but it's softer than he expected against his calloused hands. ]

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

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