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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

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sensory deprivation

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N A V I G A T I O N

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0. Arrival

[One would be forgiven for being confused by just what the person collapsed on the beach is. Or even, perhaps, thinking there's nothing living under the heavy pile of fabric. Pale hair, a white so pure that it is nearly translucent wet as it is, spills out from under the dark heavy cloak. A shaky cough a flash of a pale hand.

A few moments later, however the hand that emerges again, squirming out from under heavy wet fabric is a deep rich tan. The hood pushed back to reveal thick copper hair and dark eyes. Surely no one saw that? And if they thought they did surely they'd be far more concerned with the fact that, at first glance, from stature alone it looks like the augur... took a child!? not like the older teens on the island but the redhead only stands at just over three feet.

The halfling kicks the bundle of fabric aside, mentally cursing Buck for dumping his stupid cloak on her and then apparently driving them into a ri...ver...? Oh... But no that's a lot of ocean!?]

H-how lost did he get us?! [She starts to turn to look up the beach and fumbles over stray strip of fabric thumping right back down on her ass in the pile that squelches loudly beneath her.] Ugh! Well... at least it's not blood this time.

I. Street Food

[One thing they never have to pretend for Sandy, at least, is a love of food. The halfling could obviously care less about any rides, especially when they all go so high and one of the constructs had already told her that she was far too small to be safely secured into them. None of that mattered when there was so. much. food.

As a matter of fact if it could be carried, she was carrying it. Stuffing cotton candy in her mouth, little bags of candy tied around her belt in half a dozen places. One hand has the little paper cone piled with bright blue fluff, the other has two corn dogs, one at least is half gone and she's left to pause, looking between her full hands and a stand that seems to be selling some sort of fried dough monstrosity.]

Mage hand would be so useful right now.

II. Fireworks

[There's a feast? There's a feast!! Okay even she is only able to stuff so much in her face. Which she does. Enthusiastically. Though with all the furniture being made for big folk you might find yourself with a surprisingly firm grip on your arm next to one of the buffet tables.] 'scuse me! Would you mind handing me one... or three of those little chocolate do-hickeys?

[Truffles. They're truffles.

And a little later as the fireworks die down in a final explosion of bright yellow-gold and people are undressing she pulls out her lyre. Surely some mood music would be appreciated? And then maybe she can get away with keeping at least some of her clothes on.]

((OOC: Cas here is actually a changeling but that's hardly the sort of thing one advertises so they will be sticking to their halfling bard persona of Sandy. If I fluctuate between she and they it's largely thoughts/feelings that belong to Cas vs things/actions they associate with the persona of Sandy.

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[By this point, Oran knows better than to eat anything the robots are blatantly advertising, at least not in the presence of strangers. He has his head about his shoulders, then, when he sees a halfling trying to carry her full weight and more in corndogs and other fair treats. Snorting, but also quietly delighted to see a familiar kind of face, he meanders over just as she mumbles her qualm through some cotton candy.

He clears his throat and then gives a flourish to offer a ghostly hand her way.]

Ask and ye shall receive. Do you eat all the free food you find?

[Oh! How dramatic~ They're already assuming he's a bard. But also... he's a tiefling which was not something they'd really put any thought into before Devra. But... whatever people might think about tieflings it can't be as bad as changelings. Besides, Pleasantry had been absolutely charming!?

She blinks up at him and beams, headless of the purplish stain on her lips from the blue cotton candy. Then she's passing her corn dogs over to the magic hand so she can dust hers off on her dress and offer it to him.]

Don't you? I'm sure not going to turn down free sweets.

[Father never let them have sweets, okay.]

[The hand slips each stick between it's fingers, wielding them like greasy spikes as it floats along between them. Oran holds his hands up, palms out, obviously declining the offer.]

Firstly, I'm not a fan of that kind of stuff... secondly, the robots here have, um... ulterior motives? I hate to break it to you, but most of this stuff is going to make you feel a little funny.

[Sorry, halfling girl, you're too late. Nothing can save you from yourself, save maybe some self-imposed isolation and intense meditation? Oran isn't sure what else to suggest to someone he's never met before when they come under the influence of what he will always assume is drugged food...

And if he flicks his tail at the alternative, it's only because he's wondering if this technically counts as an underhanded sort of seduction. She looks so happy to be here that maybe he shouldn't have warned her... but he hadn't seen that stain until it was too late, he supposes.]

Are you new around here? Did you wash ashore with some friends?

[Best help her find them, if that's the case...]

... Funny? [She repeats it back to him, head tilted curiously. No they're not following the logic just yet. There's so many things that have been thrown at them so quickly it's difficult to remember everything.]

Oh... no... no, it was just me. [Well, and Buck's cloak that nearly drowned them but no sign of the man himself. She looks a bit dejected at that, though, smile fading as she plucks the last tuft of cotton candy off her stick.] I don't know what happened to Buck and Phinn...

[Or Iris for that matter but she was far less concerned about the standoffish dragonborn. She could handle herself... Buck would be going out of his mind with worry if she just up and vanished from them.]

Oh, ah. Well.

[She looks so dejected that Oran feels worse for having said anything at all. He clears his throat and then, trying for something more friendly,]

There's always the chance that they're just... a little late. This place is very strange. You know about the feywild?

[It's a long shot, but hey, maybe she'll have something comparable.]

I'm not worried. They can take care of themselves.... Mostly. [A slight frown, a giggle, and she leans in conspiratorially even as she plucks a corn dog back from Oran's spell.] At least Phinn can but she married him so she has to deal with him being troublesome.

[Buck is just a big goober and can't help sticking his nose in things he shouldn't. It's adorable and there's clearly a degree of fondness there, even as she drags him.

That question gets him an odd look, though. Coming out of seemingly no where and, more importantly, halflings are not fey-touched in any way. And there's no way he could possibly have any idea... could he?] What about it? That's an awfully general question, y'know?

This place is like it, [he says, trying to toe the line between helpful and over-helpful, at least where he thinks he might be treading.]

The Augur is a sort of queen, her minions are those strange metal "robot" constructs, if that makes sense. They all like to play tricks, and most of them aren't harmful, necessarily... but regardless, if they kept you out of trouble...

[Better than trying to beat around the bush of 'did they keep you safe?' because he knows better than to make any jokes about halflings being treated as though they're children. He raises his brows as she goes for the corndog, looking at her curiously, trying to tamp down every little bit of worry into something more mild.]

Don't say I didn't warn you. I'm Oran, by the way. Who are you?

[Oh... Okay this place is like the feywild, nothing to do with them or what they-

Oh no.

She stops abruptly as she's lifting the corndog to her mouth again, pausing, dark eyes going from curious to suspicious to absolutely betrayed. How dare something that tastes so good be some sort of possibly cursed fey food!?]

Uh... Oh, right, Sandy... sorry... [brb yeeting those corn dogs into the nearest trash can... and maybe staring mournfully after them.]

You think... maybe if I only have a little bit now and then I can keep the sweets? [Surely one piece of taffy once in awhile won't hurt? Right? Oran don't tell her to throw it away, she might cry. It was like... the one upside to this madness.]

Why do you think I asked if you had someone around you feel, um, okay with.

[That realization had been a little funny; then again maybe it's her cute face? He's managing to skirt the line of fluster, but she's getting under his skin.]

For whatever happens. Maybe nothing will! But you should operate under a buddy system in these parts, especially if something seems, ah... too good to be true?

Okay... [Her eyes go wide and she flushes brightly, shaking her head hard enough for her braids to threaten to come loose.] Not like THAT! Sweet Silvanus, no.

[Buck and Phinn are married. Like... super married. That's definitely not a thing. Never mind that Buck would absolutely destroy someone her size. Oh. Oh.

Maybe... Maybe Sandy wasn't the best form to go with. Oh no. They really hadn't thought about that. They were still trying not to think about that.]

Buddy system... right... [Her hands are too sticky from cotton candy to even bury her face in her hands, even. Unfair!! Though it does seem like now that she's acknowledged it enough to blush the flush refuses to die down. Gosh, is it getting warmer?]

[Oran raises his hands up and then, apologizing, folds them behind his back.]

Not that I came over here to buddy with you! I just... thought... you should know. Hmm.

[He looks over Sandy's head, considering possible vectors of escape.]

I've got a healing potion or two... but not on me. And the bathhouses have healing water! But... not often the kind that helps with something the Augur puts people up to.

[Dispelling hornball needs is not his wheelhouse. He pulls out his casting focus then, in a fit of inspiration.]

Oh! I recently read up on... ah... it's a kind of way to dispel curses. It might help?

[He's never used it before, not properly, and he has no idea that it disperses the Augur's charms for an hour at most before doubling them over on a person. One way to find out, though, right?]

If it were something healing could fix I more than have that covered. But...

[A lot of their magic doesn't necessarily work for themselves but there is more than enough materials in their herbalism kit to make a few more potions of healing if they needed to. Still it seems as though Oran is trying to help. It really is unfair, the reputation tieflings seem to have. No wonder Father always warned them away from them as a form to use.

She shakes her head though, biting her lip a little and, now that her hands are empty, wrapping her arms around herself. Its a comforting gesture, one they do themselves and often have done as Cassian. It doesn't occur to them that Sandy is significantly bustier than any other form they've used and the gesture strains the laces of her "dress". (Which they also used as Cassian's undershirt. Just a matter of adjusting the ties.)]

You only just read about it?

[They are definitely not here for being someone's magical test subject. But at the same time hadn't they been looking for someone from their own world? Someone who understood?]

Well, I read about a lot of things. My friend's a wizard, and I practice magic, too.

[He might be damning himself by faint praise there, but he's going to ramble so he doesn't look down into her cleavage; an otherwise impossible task given he has to look down at her face.]

That one just... made more sense. You're a magic user, too, right? Sometimes a certain kind just... seems right. Anyways, I was studying for situations just like this... I mean, not exactly like this, but you start getting a gut feeling about when people are going to show up, when the Augur's robots start hustling to build some new contraption. So, uh.

[He shrugs. Embarrassed. Very Embarrassed.]

They're not usually so cute. The new people. I should stop babbling...

Your friend is a wizard. But you aren't? Hmmm~ maybe I should go find him to do the spell?

[A sly little smile, a sassy wink, playing into Sandy's persona even harder. The more he talks about people just showing up at the whims of this fey monarch with their army of constructs is unsettling and not something they're really prepared to think about too hard.

Besides that it's a bit distracting, now, how warm they feel. Especially because the weather is so chilly. It's not natural, that much is clear. But Oran rambles and is clearly trying to be helpful and for once they can tell quite easily that the use of the word "cute" isn't meant to be slight against her capabilities or maturity, just... well it's precisely the aesthetic they're going for with Sandy.]

Well... thank you. [Blushing and embarrassed herself.] Why don't... um... why don't we sit down somewhere so we can talk about this spell of yours?

Ah! Sure, come this way. I know a place.

[He sees that rising flush, he has an idea she's probably either regretting that food right now... or maybe not. Either way, he'll be a perfect gentleman; he doesn't have a lot of friends who are so adorable and he's already pegged her as a friend, if he can help it.

The food stalls aren't far from a seating area and, despite the festivities of the faire, the place is relatively empty. There's a tent flap near one end from which some pair is... obviously suffering from similar effects, but at least they're on the opposite side of the tented open space, and at least they're keeping to themselves.

Still, the tiefling lashes his long tail before he takes a spot at a rounded table with a circular bench. He'd been hoping for some proper quiet and that is rather the opposite of what he'd been hoping for.]

So... this sort of thing happens rather more often than it doesn't. And sometimes you just don't want to... um. Well.

[He shrugs over his shoulder. At least the mystery pair make a good demonstration of ways to absolutely embarrass yourself. Oran keeps his voice low, rather than try to scare them off. He can't imagine having to find somewhere to start over after being interrupted and he knows how these stupid effects tend to wear off quickly if one can just... follow them through.]

There aren't a lot of people here who have the ability to heal things with magic, and my wizard friend isn't one of them. Unless you want to heal yourself with a fireball.

I think these... feelings... are the result of something like a charm or a curse, so I've been looking into removing curses. It's not my specialty. But... it might be something?

[Oh sitting down to have a proper conversation was perhaps not the best idea. By the time he's seated at the table she's very distractedly glancing past him and then away again. And yet he just sits there talking like it's perfectly normal and, for a moment, they feel a bit dizzy.

And warm. Mmm, very warm. Enough to unclasp her traveling cloak and drape it over the bench next to him but they force themself to stop there. Much as they want to pull off more layers they can tell easily enough that it is because they feel so feverish... and that doing so in this chill weather would actually be a terrible idea.]

Evocation then... [Muttered to herself, when Oran mentions fireballs but they do manage to key into what he's saying a little more closely. In fact... She moves closer to him, forces herself to stand close enough that she'd have to actively lean around the tiefling to see any of what was going on at the other end of the pavilion.]

What makes you so sure it is magical and not just physiological? There's plenty of herbs and such that could do... similar things. [And she glances aside one more time, not that they can see anything, not that they want to watch or intrude or anything they just...

Before they really register what they're doing they're folding the cuffs of the dress up as though that will do anything with the heat or the way they want to squirm in place just for a little bit of relief.]

Hmm, it's so regular, [Oran says. She's pressed up awfully close, and he raises his brows. It's perfectly obvious that she's shielding herself from the urgent little cries happening out of eyesight, and Oran is deeply questioning whether maybe they should walk and talk. But... on the other hand, if Sandy is at risk, and she looks like she is... isn't it better not to break out on the fairgrounds?

And why does he feel so responsible? Perhaps he's falling a little to halfling prejudice. His ears cant a little lower, and he picks up his trailing comment.] The effects, I mean, and they're always the same, whether by candy or jellyfish or snow or anything else. 'Sex, or suffer'. It's not exactly fair, if you're looking to avoid it.

[She starts to nod, clearly trying very hard to focus.] It wouldn't be so consistent if it was physiological...

[She has to take a moment to close her eyes, brow furrowed, concentrating... She sways a little, shifting her weight in a way that Oran may or may not realize is an attempt to press her thighs together, find a little bit of friction. And then she seems to realize what she's doing, eyes snapping open and for a second, just a moment, they're blue. Not just the iris but the entirety of her eyes, a dark jewel toned blue that seems to dissipate like smoke on the wind.]

I-I'm sorry... I should.... I should go.

[Don't mind her just reaching for her cloak there, clearly intent on bolting.]

[Oh, that was curious. Oran raises his brows and then, when she turns to bolt, he raises his voice, too.]

Ah... yes, sorry. Be safe!

[He would much rather have asked if she wanted a hand, because watching her squirm like that is getting to him far more than the noises of the other fair-goers... but that tone is so desperate and she's so sweet that he can't bring himself to interpose, especially because he's been so on the line already.

When Sandy's out of ear-shot, he sighs and props his cheek up on the table, shooting a side-glare at the orgasmic little cry going out behind the tent. To himself, he mutters,]

Maybe we'll see one another again some time?

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TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

Cas - "Sandy" | D&D OC

I. street food

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