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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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No.

[Taking his jacket off didn't help and he can feel sweat forming pretty much everywhere. He's ignoring Makoto for the most part, taking off his shoes next. He may have stolen them as he had none when he arrived. They're a little big and easy to slip off, but when he does, it also doesn't help. The air should be cooler against his skin, but it's not. He doesn't feel... sick, exactly. There's nothing else accompanying the heat and this is not normal.]

[ That concern on Makoto's face has bloomed into full worry, though he isn't panicking yet. He's not really sure what to do at first, so he freezes, staring at Akira. And then he's remembering what happened on the bench earlier and his expression turns serious. ]

How much did the robots explain to you?

[The robots. Akira had been very out of it on the beach when he got here, and admittedly had stopped listening to the robots after their A5 spiel. Did he miss important details?]

Energy from...

[He doesn't need to say it.]

They talked about those cards and the bracelet functions...

[He hasn't looked at anything on the bracelet, card included. He'd only put the thing on at all for the translator. The bracelet is what he takes off next, in case it's some kind of conduit, but nothing changes.]

The energy part... [ Makoto pauses, a little uncomfortable and shifting in his seat. ] just trust me, it's true. It could be, part of that.

[ And then he looks away for a moment, his hand running down his face before he turns back to Akira. Makoto's nervous though he's trying not to show it, offering Akira a reassuring smile. ]

It may wear off on it's own.
I don't mind, staying with you if you don't want to, or...

[ He fumbles, unsure what he's even offering. ]

May or will?

[The only way he's doing anything about this is if the alternative is his brain boiling inside his skull. Makoto's awkward offer is completely ignored.]

I don't actually know, I'm sorry.

But I do know that... [ And he gestures vaguely, looking embarrassed. ] works.

[There's a flicker of enmity in Akira's eyes, but it's not directed at Makoto; it's for the robots and their methods of getting what they want. It's replaced quickly with resignation, and then a questioning look at Makoto.]

You just got here and you already...

[Did things.]

It's not that I wanted to.
I had to help someone that went blind.

[ Makoto sighs. ]

Yea, this part can suck. [ A wince, poor choice of words. But then he's back to looking reassuring. ]

[The nice parts of this place are again being overshadowed. How often is shit like this going to happen?]

What did you do, to help them?

[How involved does this have to be?]

Edited 2020-12-27 04:31 (UTC)

[ Makoto clears his throat, flushing just a little. He can't look Akira in the eyes as he says it. ]

Well, they, uh. It was because of mistletoe so we started kissing and then they wanted to, um, [ He gestures down at his lap, and sort of sounds like he can't breathe. ] use their mouth.

[He glances down at Makoto's lap unconsciously, driven by the gesture, and immediately averts his eyes.]

That... I...

[Shit. Akira closes his eyes for a moment. He can't leave this place, it's not completely horrible, and this is what he has to do to survive here. For now. His expression is blank as he gets off the bench to kneel front of Makoto. This is what he's inferred needs to happen. It will be over with quicker if they don't bother with the kissing.]

[ Makoto puts his hands out instinctively, aiming for Akira's shoulders. He's talking fast, palms hot. ]

You don't, have to, if it makes you uncomfortable.
And ... Have you ever done this before?

[Akira doesn't look up, but stops short of reaching for Makoto's zipper at the hands on his shoulders.]

I don't... care. I don't care what we do.

[Whatever it is, he'll have the same reaction, and he's already down here. He doesn't answer the question.]

[ Makoto frowns. Somehow, this doesn't feel right. This wasn't like earlier. She had been so insistent. Makoto doesn't think Akira looks like he wants to do this at all. His hands slide slowly from Akira's shoulders, heading to try and settle on either side of his face. ]

Hey, look at me?

[There's a hitch in his breath as Makoto's hands reach his face, but he does as asked. His eyes are a little glassy and unfocused.]

Did you... want something else?

[ Makoto's looking down at him with a thoughtful look, like he's figuring out what to say. He doesn't know how to answer that question. Then, his lost look is replaced by one of determination. ]

Forget about the island and everything else for a second.
Pretend it's just you and me.

Is there anything you'd actually want to do with me?
Or want me to do?

Just, try to think about it?

[ And then another small smile, keeping his attention on Akira's expression. Although he thinks he did a pretty good job sounding confident, he has no idea what he's doing. He's never even touched a guy the way he is touching Akira right now. ]

Edited 2020-12-27 15:11 (UTC)

[Akira doesn't need to think on that very long, and continues to stare vacantly.]

No.

[There's nothing he wants in either direction. He doesn't really know what he likes or what he doesn't, what to even attempt in a situation where he can make decisions. He doesn't feel anything, he doesn't desire anything.]

So it doesn't matter.

Okay.

[ Makoto frowns again at that, but at least he'd tried. He is hesitant, but also can't let Akira suffer either. After a moment of gathering himself, he takes a deep breath. Makoto leans forward slightly while trying to use the hands on Akira's face to pull him up towards him.

At the very least, he plans to start with what he knows how to do. It can't be that different kissing a guy, right? Just the familiar, firm press of lips together. ]

[He lets Makoto guide him wherever he needs to be, and it takes him a second to figure out what he wants. Akira's never kissed anyone; that one attempted kiss was barely a second, he didn't initiate it, it ended in death, and therefore he doesn't count that experience. This is completely different. He likes Makoto, something has to be done here, and Akira at least wants Makoto to enjoy it a little, though he has no idea what the fuck he's doing. He holds onto the bench for leverage after standing, leaning down at an awkward angle.]

[ Makoto knows how to do this much. He threads his fingers in Akira's hair lightly as he pulls him to press his lips against Akira's. It's an unhurried and warm kiss, just the gentle pressure of his lips at first to gauge Akira's reaction before moving his mouth against him with more confidence.

Without thinking, he moves his other hand down to Akira's hip to pull him forward onto his lap since that angle can't be very comfortable. It's embarrassing but it's the only thing that makes sense in the moment, distracted by the feel of Akira's lips. They don't feel like a girl's but he doesn't find that he minds all that much. ]

Edited 2020-12-27 16:24 (UTC)

[He freezes for a second at Makoto's hand in his hair, waiting for it to be pulled harshly, but the hand is gentle and so is the kiss. At first Akira has no response, just getting a feel for Makoto's lips against his and for what he should be doing. He opens his mouth more and starts to push back, tilting his head to get better access.

A small distressed noise escapes him when he suddenly feels Makoto's hand on his hip. Akira breaks the kiss long enough to mutter.]

It's fine.

[He doesn't want Makoto thinking he's resisting, or that he'd done something wrong. Akira settles onto Makoto's lap and it is a better position, though now that he's let go of the bench, he doesn't know what to do with his hands at first. They come to rest on Makoto's shoulders in the end and Akira instinctively deepens the kiss, tentatively flicking out his tongue to lick at Makoto's lips. This isn't as complicated as he thought it would be.]

[ Makoto opens his mouth to apologize when Akira breaks the kiss but just nods when Akira beats him to it. He can feel his heart beating fast now that Akira's settled on his lap, pounding in his ears and he has to force himself to calm down. The last thing Akira needs is his him freaking out.

Akira deepening the kiss suddenly catches him off guard and he makes a startled sound before pressing back against him, opening his own mouth and allowing his tongue to meet Akira's; running it along Akira's and instinctively fighting for dominance. He takes his time then, deliberately exploring Akira's mouth while the hand in his hair has a mind of its own as it alternates between petting and threading through to gently graze his scalp. The hand on Akira's hip stays put, a stabilizing pressure, though he's rubbing his thumb in slow circles in what Makoto is hoping is a soothing motion. ]

[The continual movement of Makoto's thumb makes Akira squirm slightly, not in a bad way, but it's very distracting from the task at hand. As a result, he's getting a little sloppy with the kissing and not keeping up with rhythm of Makoto's tongue in his mouth. He's still too hot, and Makoto's lips feel cold in comparison, but that's not unwelcome. Akira moves one hand from Makoto's shoulder to slide up his neck and make contact with skin, as if he'd be able to counteract the heat by leeching the relative coolness from it.]

[ Makoto is fine with sloppy, his hand tightening in Akira's hair just a fraction to provide support and help keep him pressed against him. He was warm before but now he is starting to feel hot, though clearly not to the same degree as Akira, but he doesn't really want to move his hands from Akira to unbutton his dress shirt or remove the jacket.

There's a low sound at the feeling of that hand on his neck, Makoto faltering in their kiss at the feeling. It's good but it's hot, like Akira has a blistering fever. The warmth lingers on Makoto's skin wherever the other man touches and he finds himself leaning to give Akira more access. The hand on Akira's hip moves in response, pressing his palm more firmly against him, sliding hesitantly down his thigh. This is unknown territory, and for now it rests there where he continues what he thinks is a nice reassuring motion, his palm rubbing slowly but erratically. ]

[With renewed focus, Akira has a little more control over his tongue, getting back on track. Makoto doesn't seem to mind the hand on his neck, though Akira couldn't tell if that was a good or bad noise. He removes his other hand from Makoto's shoulder to touch the back of his neck and slide his fingers a little further down under Makoto's collar at his spine. As Makoto's hand leaves his hip and slides over his thigh, Akira loses that little bit of skin to skin contact, bringing another spike of heat in the absence. He can feel a little of the difference in temperature through the fabric of his pants, but it's not the same. He pulls away from Makoto's mouth as far as the hand in his hair will allow.]

This isn't... working.

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

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