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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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(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. ]

(His hand in her hair and she moans softly into his mouth. Then she tries to pull her hands away. Not because she doesn't like it-- because she does. When they part as she fights, she makes sure to tell him it's all good.)

I like to wrestle...

Yea? Go for it.

[ Mugen's eyes darken at that, because hell, she's pushing all the right buttons here for him right now. Actually, this would push his buttons any day. His grip tightens on her wrists, almost daring her to try and break free. The hand in her hair tightens again. He pulls her forward as he moves into her space again, attempting to force his knee between hers and bite at her lips. ]

(Ramona spreads her legs and allows his in, but when his teeth graze her lips, she yanks on her hands and goes to shove him. Except, she puts her hand on the back of his head and pulls him back in for a kiss.)

[ His hands drop, moving to grab her by the hips, fingers digging as he tries to pull her against him. It's been a long time, so it's not surprising he's pretty fucking hard already. And his low hanging shorts aren't really doing much to hide it.

He's fine letting her dragging him by the hair, growling into her mouth. It's unrefined but full of heat; all chapped lips, teeth, and attempts to dominate her tongue with his. ]

(She twists them so that they're laying sideways on the bench, and she can sit atop him. It's better for the friction that way, and she can feel him through his terrible clothing.

Ramona pulls back to breathe for a second, but still moves her hips slightly against his erection.)

We-- we really going to make out on a park bench like a couple of teenagers?

[ Mugen bends his legs, hands still gripping at her hips and the armrest digging into his back. But like hell he cares about that when's got a warm body on him. Mugen does nothing to stop that groan at the movement of her hips though, his grip tightening and trying to press her harder against him. ]

Little late to be shy, Flowers.

[ His voice is gruff as hands slide under whatever clothing he can. But he doesn't really get western clothes so if he rips something it's her own fault. ]

(She's got on a big fuzzy sweater, a skirt with stockings, and big ass boots. If he went up her shirt, she smacked him. Gently. But hard enough to leave a sting.)

I just have a feeling this is going to go further than just making out... and I don't want to do that out in the open.

(Wait a tick! She keeps rocking her hips (because dry humping is a privilege, not a right!) but goes to look at the bracelet they gave her.)

Oh wait, this thing says if we do, we get a reward. Okay, dirty boy, let's do this.

(She looks around to see if anyone is paying attention. They're either eating or touching each other or looking at their new bracelet devices.)

[ He probably did. Mugen makes an angry, frustrated sound when it looks like she's going to want to move, his hands settling on her thighs with his blunt nails skimming under as far as he can get away with. He would literally follow her anywhere if she wanted to go somewhere else, but it's a pain in the ass when he's already this hard and she's already rocking her hips like that. ]

Fuck yea.

[ Mugen doesn't look, doesn't really seem to care about anything but touching her. He leans up as she's looking around to nip at her neck while she's distracted. ]

(Ramona sucks in a breath when his teeth graze her skin. She squints her eyes at him.)

Okay. But we can't be so obvious.

(She reaches down and pulls her skirt up around her thighs so that her panties and his shorts are the only thing between their skin. Lucky for him, her stockings only go up to her thighs.)

You gotta get me ready though, you think you can do that?

[ he snorts because it's not something you have to ask him twice on. But he's a little rough with this part; it's not he's ever cared about what the girl got out of it. But, shit. Something about the way she says it makes him want to fucking try. With her stupid blue hair and short skirt, he's harder for her than he's been in a while.

His hand slides up under her skirt, palming her before moving probably a little too soon to trying to slide her panties over. All the while his other hand has a death grip on her thigh while he makes a heroic effort not to just try sticking it in already. ]

(She leans forward a little so that he can get his fingers past her panties. She can feel the grip on her thigh and the way he fumbles. Ramona figures he's had sex before but suddenly, the way he's moving and holding her, she's not too sure. So she leans in further. Maybe it'll be hot--)

Just slip your fingers against my folds. Slide 'em around until I'm wet-- (to be fair, rubbing up against his erection has helped with that a little) then ...sliiiiide your fingers inside. If you can do that, I'll ride you so hard.

[ He's had sex! But Ramona's a lot different than any woman Mugens' been with and he's fucking loving it. The way she says that makes him curse, and he's immediately following her directions. His fingers slide against her folds, calloused and insistent. Tactile stuff like this, he could pick up fast, especially now that he's paying attention because he really wants fuck her.

The hand on her thigh is still there, keeping him from just slipping it in; his palm hot with nails digging into her. Though most of his attention is focused on the wetness between her legs, he's back at her neck nipping and trailing his tongue over whatever he can get his mouth on at this angle. Mugen's not the especially patient type though, so it's not long before he's pushing a finger into her again. ]

(Ramona leans in again, moaning into his ear with a hot breath.) Yeah, you got it. One more finger and a little bit of a shimmy, then I'll let your cock in. I'm real curious what you got down there.

Fuuuck, woman.

[ Mugen growls back, pressing his fingers against her more roughly now, enjoying the feel of her as he's slips another finger in. But he's done waiting so the hand on her thigh is pulling at her hips roughly before moving to shove his pants down enough to let himself out. His dick isn't massive or anything but it isn't a disappointment either; it's proportional, though with more girth than expected for how thin he is. Not that his shorts had been leaving much to the imagination before since he's been almost painfully hard for a while now.

And no, he has no qualms about his dick being out for anyone to see. If she wants it to be hidden again, she better hop on it. Which is exactly what that smirking expression of his is suggesting. ]

I have a name, Mugen (she says it punctuated with her unceremoniously grabbing his dick.)

And you should say it. (Ramona scoots back so that she can rub him against the entrance of her pussy, wet from his fingers and their previous friction between clothes. It only takes her a couple of times to try to coax her name out of him before she sinks down around him, all the while letting out little sounds of pleasure. She seems to have forgotten there were people around. But remembered that the robots told her STIs and pregnancy wasn't a thing here.)

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

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