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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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[ She sighs with relief at not having to explain things to him. That's going to make it much easier. She nods in response but doesn't seem too concerned about it. What she's more interested in is figuring out what he might look like. All she's got so far is the size of his arms and that he's not very tall. She gropes around until she finds his face so she can visualize his hair and any defining features. ]

Ah. [ Makoto feels a little dumb for being surprised, tensing slightly when she tries to find his face with her hands. He does his best to stay as still as possible and is keeping his eyes trained on her expression to read her reaction. Relaxing his face, he'll allow her to have free reign unless she decides to poke him in the eye or something.

His hair is a short mop of thick strands and although he's attempted to tame it since crawling out of the water, it still mostly has a mind of its own. As far as his face goes, Makoto's a pretty average looking Japanese guy with a bit of a baby face and smooth skin. Some might even describe him as cute, especially with how expressive he can be. Though that's not necessarily how he would describe himself. ]

[ She would guess that he's around her own age. The lack of beard is only a slight disappointment. Not everyone can pull one off. She keeps going down his shoulders and torso and is starting to get a clearer picture. ]

[ Makoto makes a strangled noise, squirming a bit as she presses her hands against him. It's more than a little embarrassing but he endures, reminding himself she's blind and can't help it. If this makes her more comfortable, then he can live with a little discomfort. He's pretty scrawny underneath his wrinkled suit, but not to the point of being unhealthy. ]

[ When she makes it to his legs she gives them a squeeze. She's pretty sure that's where her hands are. Though she can't see him she tilts her head up at him. Personally she would prefer to get her sight back sooner rather than later and she'd like to help him out as well, but she'll wait for his approval. ]

[ That squeeze gets a yelp out of him, and he reflexively puts his hands over hers with the intent to halt her. She caught him off guard but he also knows she can't see and doesn't really want her to do anything on accident. ]

Wait, that's- [ He starts a little too high pitched, so he clears his throat. ]
You're a little close to, uh. Just wanted to warn you.

[ His palms are getting a little hot, so he loosens his grip though he doesn't move his hands away. He's looking around now, luckily no one seems to be paying attention and they are somewhat tucked away. ]

You know, I think it might be the mistletoe. And usually that's just kissing, but I could, uh, help you find a friend if that's better for you.
You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with.

[ And now he's talking fast, nerves getting the better of him. ]

[ She'll keep her hands where they are. This is a weird situation but she's had worse. Even if she doesn't know his name or what he looks like that's not important to her. She understands, and shakes her head, moving in closer. ]

[ Makoto gulps. Well, she seems to understand so he takes that as permission. With that and a deep breath, he's determined to be as smooth about this as he can. He starts to lean forward but realizes it might be difficult if she can't see him. Reaching up slowly to give her plenty of time to react, he moves his hand to just under her chin in an attempt to guide her gently forward.

He's kissed a girl before, though it's been some time. With his nerves quelled for now, he closes the distance to press his lips against hers without much awkwardness. It's a firm yet undemanding kiss, at least that's what he's aiming for. ]

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[ She's more awkward than normal without being able to see what she's doing. It helps to let him guide her. She holds onto him for extra support and eagerly goes along with it. The good thing about it is being able to focus so much more on the feeling. This may not have been how she planned to spend her time but it may have helped her get to know someone new and discover a new interest all at the same time. ]

[ When he still can't hear and she isn't moving to pull away, he tentatively moves his hand from her chin, sliding it back along her jaw and tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. His other hand moves to mirror the other, running lightly up her arm on the way so she knows what's happening. His movements are slow and deliberate, as though he expects her retreat at any moment and is paying careful attention to how she reacts. ]

[ All this attentiveness is nice. She feels about as comfortable as she can be. It's good that she's found someone that considerate. When he makes his intentions known she's so much less likely to pull a knife on him again. She tugs at his shirt, working her fingers in to feel the bare skin underneath as she parts her lips against his. ]

[ Makoto only startles briefly when he feels her hands against his skin, making a surprised noise against her mouth. It's getting farther out of his comfort zone, but he feels responsible now and it's not like he is hating this. In response, he's pulling her a little closer, hands sliding back far enough to tangle loosely in her hair.

Makoto's not sure how far she's willing to take this, but he's opening his mouth against hers and just hoping she won't bite his tongue off when he finds the courage to introduce it into their kiss. ]

[ Julieta is content to take this as far as she needs to. She finds interactions like this much easier than anything involving feelings. There's a goal and she knows what to do. She's receptive to his kiss, grateful that he seems to know what he's doing. Her fingers start to warm up as they move over him. ]

[ It gets harder to focus on what he's doing the more her hands move against him. He can feel himself flushing and he's trying not to lose his cool with her head still in his hands. Makoto's not even sure where she's touching anymore, the prickly feeling of being oversensitive washing over him.

He shudders and suddenly pulls away for air, breathing heavier but not moving too far away. Makoto's thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles behind her ear, though it's unclear whether he's soothing her or his own nerves. He isn't embarrassed that he's halfway hard, but he still shifts to obscure it from anyone that might pass by anyway. All he can hear is the pounding of his own heart in his ears, not even bothering to check if he can hear beyond that before looking into her eyes. It's a genuinely concerned, if not breathless expression. ]

Can you see me?

[ She's not sure why he's pulled away but she'll wait. Her hands come to rest on his waist. At his question she pulls them out to rub her eyes, blinking a few times. Then she shakes her head. It's no use. They're going to have to keep trying. ]

[ That's what he was afraid of. Makoto really thought that would work, but her resting her hands for a moment gives him a chance to catch his breath and re-evaluate. She can't see it, but he works through a few emotions, thoughts spiraling before he can put himself back together again. But in the end, he's able to find his determination. He can do this, no matter what happens.

Makoto's hand is still where he left it, rubbing circles by her ear. But now it moves to tangle in her hair to gently but confidently guide her lips to his again. He uses his leverage to try and pull her closer to him this time, kissing her deeply as his other hand slowly falls to her shoulder, arm, and then her waist so she knows where he is at the whole time. ]

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[ She has no trouble picking up where she left off. The hands in her hair are welcome and she encourages him with a soft moan she hopes he can feel. This time she ventures closer. Her own hands find their way to his hips and down to his legs. It's no accident when they slide right over that bulge. She's not exactly shy and even a little pleased to find she's elicited that kind of response. She must be doing something right. ]

[ There's a moment where Makoto is worried, it's such a foreign feeling for him to feel a sound that it takes him a moment to register that she's moaning. But it's pretty encouraging for him and it helps keep that determination of his afloat.

Makoto doesn't jump this time when she's moved south, having guessed already that this was a possibility, though he can feel his anxiety level shoot up a notch when she touches him over his pants. He still has no volume control, so although he thinks his groan is quiet, it's louder than he thinks.

It's probably not a bad thing that he's distracted by what her hands are doing, since it forces him to be a little less controlled with his mouth, the kiss turning a little sloppier and rougher on his end. The hand on her waist tenses, moving to the small of her back. ]

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[ He seems to like it. She can tell from that not so inconspicuous groan which makes her smile. She shifts down to kiss his neck. Meanwhile her hands are moving a little more deliberately. She finds his waistband of his pants and slips a hand in to play with him more directly. ]

[ When she moves to his neck, he lets out a shaky breath, his hand loosening in her hair and threading through it encouragingly. He swallows hard as she plants those kisses, each one leaving a sensation that lingers. It's almost ticklish but he doesn't mind. He manages to loosen his belt for her just in time, only fumbling a little with the hand that isn't still in her hair before pressing it against his mouth to muffle the sounds he can feel tumbling out.

All of this is a little much for him though and he can't believe this is actually happening right now. His grip in her hair is shaky as he glances around, though he relaxes a second later when no one around them seems to notice or care what's happening. ]

[ She's not about to stop now. He's nice and warm and feels good against her lips, and she likes those sounds he's making. She leaves him a little bite as she begins to stroke him. Not knowing whether there's anyone around does make it a little more exciting. If she works quickly maybe they'll finish before they get caught. She slides over until she's leaning with her open mouth poised over his lap and pulls his cock free from his pants. ]

[ This is all so sudden. Makoto can't even think straight. And that bite doesn't help at all; the feeling of her teeth scraping sensitive skin shooting straight to his dick. It twitches against her hand and he's mortified, face as red as it's ever been.

The hand in her hair stays there, following her as she slides over and Makoto finds himself watching her in shock. Crap, this is the hottest thing that's ever happened to him. He freezes though, torn on whether to guide her or stop her. His other hand runs down his face and he makes a quiet, frustrated sound as he leans his head back. Without looking back down at her, he moves to tangle his hand in her hair again, this time with a shaky yet encouraging pull to guide her down. ]

[ He's been good to her so far so she doesn't mind. She doesn't hesitate to take him into her mouth once she feels his hand in her hair. He must have remembered that she likes that. Her pace starts off slow, pulling back every so often to lick him in between sucking. She's done this enough that she doesn't really need to see what she's doing. ]

[ It's a good thing that she knows what she is doing, because Makoto is barely able to function beyond dropping his other hand to join the first when her mouth touches him. He looks down again so he can watch her, though he feels slightly guilty since she is blind. Makoto seems to also have forgotten to care about the sounds he's making, little gasps and low sounds panted out in response to everything she does. He wants to compliment her but doesn't trust himself to try and form words, opting instead to continue threading his fingers through her hair, stroking and letting his blunt nails run gently against her scalp. ]

[ She goes as deep as she can. Something of a personal challenge to herself. Her head starts to move faster and then her hands join in as well. Right now it's all she's focused on. Anonymous sex is one thing but this takes it to an entirely new level and she finds she kind of likes it. ]

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

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