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]

[ 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.]