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TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU
| TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU |
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. STARGAZER On the first night that new arrivals wash ashore, the moon rises. It's full and beautiful and surrounded by stars. The robots quickly bring old, dusty telescopes out of storage and line them up on the beach to help people get a truly spectacular view. "Look to the heavens! Behold, the chicken, the cat, the owl, the donkey!" It's... the cock, the pussy, the hooters, and the ass. For the rest of the night, characters will become fixated on the specific asset associated with the constellation they've gotten an eyeful of. Whether this leads to some body worship or just casual appreciation is up to you. You can learn about the stars and constellations later this month in some of the rare, non-pornographic books in the library. (More info will go up soon, so please be patient!) II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION An ancient courting ritual has been announced! It involves the give-and-take of candy hearts with slogans printed on them. Of course, since these hearts are being manufactured by robots, their sense of taste is a little... off? Or perhaps off-putting? "You'll do." "5/10." "Acceptable." "Sloppy Seconds." Receiving a negative heart makes one feel insecure, jealous, and submissive. "Be mine." "Nicest ass." "Swell bulge." "They're good lays, Bront." Receiving a positive heart will make one feel confident, boastful, and dominant. Your friendly neighborhood 'bots will give them out to anyone who asks - and maybe even those who don't. III. Eat Or Dare The robots have set up a stall by the beach with a banner that reads: Eat Or Dare. They have procured bigger candy hearts than ever before -- fist-sized and larger -- with actions written on them instead of derogatory slogans. "Take a dive." "Lick me." "Get handsy." The name of the game is to follow the instructions or forfeit the challenge by making the evidence disappear into your mouth. Delicious! Those who eat the candy hearts will feel themselves getting giddy and unreasonably invested in the love affairs of others. They will feel compelled to play matchmaker to spread the cheer. N A V I G A T I O N |
Tsukuyo | Gintama (Prisma CRAU) | ota
I. STARGAZER
II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION
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he would've been fine to forgive and move on, but, geez, what's with her attitude? ]
More like your hand is getting in the way of my chest. [ not his fault. blame denied. ] Knock it off, already.
[ no need to acknowledge the way he is also growing flustered. this is weird and strange! normally people don't get so touchy! ]
pls excuse the mild 4th wall breaking u_u gintamas gotta gintama
...A mature and reasonable adult who hasn't moved her hand off his
impressivepec yet. ]That's trash.
Yer chest shouldn't be so... large and in the way.
[ the remaining sane part of her brain is telling her how stupid that sounds even as she says it.
This muscly bastard needs to go back to his own JUMP series... ]
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If you have a problem, why don't you come out and say it?
[ really, it wouldn't be that much trouble to push her away and carry on with his search. much to sanji's chagrin, zoro has never had a problem raising a hand to a woman in combat, as past experiences have proven.
but this, decidedly, isn't combat. ]
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[ Because if anything annoys her (although let's be honest, a lot of things annoy her), that does.
Really, what is her problem? She's wondering that herself. But deflect, deflect, deflect. ]
I ain't got a problem. I already made it clear that yer chest is the problem!
[ shut up and let her feel it up more. Is that two hands on him now? Why yes it is. ]
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his cheeks burn once another hand gets added to the mix. his teeth bear, an uneasy facsimile of a going smile. why couldn't she challenge him to a battle to the death and make it easy?! ]
Are you saying you aren't small?! Lady, I could pick you up like a chihuahua! [ and he could, couldn't he? in reality, he's only a few inches taller than her, but this seems to be an easy way to get under her skin. ( is this how women are? are women just like this? )
regardless of whether her hands are still on him, zoro scoops up this person — seriously, who is she? — and tosses her over his shoulder. it solves one problem, his chest isn't being touched, but what is he supposed to do with her now? he looks around for a spell, the beach is large and unfamiliar. if he walks around long enough, he'll find a fine place to set her down.
problem number two comes in the form of the donkey constellation that he gazed upon earlier. with tsukuyo over his shoulder, her butt is dangerously close to— no, no! he's walking now! ]
this escalated so quickly....... /dead
and of all the shitty fucking shit moves-- she's more than capable of suplex throwing a guy his size, but she's so engrossed in groping him that she's not even the slightest bit prepared for what he does next. ]
The hell are ya doin'??!
[ And where are they going?? She's certainly not thumping at his back like a dainty little woman in the slightest.
but hey, if she slides her hands around him a certain way maybe she can still grope his chest from this angle- FOCUS, TSUKUYO ]
i am so sorry i dont know how this happened
[ and he did! ......just not in those exact words. 'what's your problem' is not the same question as 'what are you doing with my chest', but one is infinitely more embarrassing than the other. as for where they're going, zoro is absolutely the last person who should be trusted with directions of any kind. but they're going somewhere! angrily! and this beach can only go on for so long!
it's a little easier to focus now that they aren't face-to-face. maybe they can try this again. ]
Now tell me who the hell you are, or we're gonna be walking for a long, long time.
[ as they pass a row of tents, zoro flushes red all over again — and not just because his plan is terrible and he should be embarrassed about it. nothing to see here, folks. just a guy trying really hard not to touch a stranger's bum.
modesty prevents him from going for the main event all at once, but if she feels a hand on her thigh, please understand that he's so sorry, this isn't like him, he doesn't know what's come over him, and he's dying inside— ]
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Tsukuyo.
Ya should remember my name, 'cos I'll be the last person ya ever lay eyes on.
[ Yeah
The usual menacing effect is kind of ruined by the fact that she's managing to get her arms around him from this angle and fondle him a little more...
also is that his hands on her thigh-? ]
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[ yes, please take responsibility. and yes, those are his hands. for some reason? he's not asking his hands to creep higher! he hates this!
there are fingers feeling against his chest again and, okay, this is getting out of hand(s). ]
Did you look through that weirdo telescope, too? Whatever, it doesn't matter. Look, on the count of three, we're just both... going to... stop. We're gonna stop. And we're gonna go our separate ways. And nobody's gonna die. [ he needs to gain some semblance of control. he needs to try, at least. ] Ready?
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...I did. There was somethin' that was s'posed to be an owl.
[ ...What this jackass is saying does make sense.
Even with his hand creeping towards her butt. ]
Fine.
Put me the hell down and we'll both walk away.
[ She's a strong, in-control person - that's her Thing damnit. She can do this. ]
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[ it was a donkey, but animals don't quite work in the grand line as they do everywhere else.
it doesn't really matter because the plan is set. in three seconds, he's going to drop her and run for it. ]
1, 2... [ he gets one ( 1 ) squeeze in before he reaches, ] 3. [ and then he's hoisting her off of his shoulder on back onto the ground, looking mortified. he can feel the heat in his cheeks — he's not a creep, not even a little bit! he doesn't even like creeps! it was the damn telescope ( and someone's getting their ass kicked for it ) !
he doesn't run, though. not right away. ] You, uh... you all right?
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The hell are ya doin'? I don't remember ya grabbin' my ass bein' part of the agreement!
[ Not that she really has any leg to stand on after all the grabbing of his tits she's been doing up until now. ]
...I'm fine.
[ Absolutely and totally fine...
Guess where her eyes are still fixated though.]
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[ she has a point, but it was a one-and-done. he's done now. he's totally not going to try to peek over her shoulder and get one more look— nope! he turns around and crosses his arms over his chest, since it seems he's not the only one with an uncured case of wandering eyes. the only way he'll be able to talk to her is with his back turned. ]
Good. I'm fine, too. Better than fine.
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[ It's his chest and something weird is going on here- beyond the obvious. She doesn't usually act even remotely like this. ]
N' I'm even better than better than fine. [ What the hell even is that.
She should break her word and kick his ass for carrying her off like this- She would.
Maybe drag off what little he's actually got covering his torso so she can get a better-- No, no, no. Focus on something else. Anything else. ]
Who are ya and what was the point of carryin' me all the way over here?
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Anyway, it's Zoro. My name's Zoro.
[ and he's the one destined to be the best swordsman in the world. right now, however, he's just a guy with a strange butt addiction. which he's not giving into. with his back still turned, he keeps his gaze over the ocean. ]
All the way over where? I just went in a straight line. There's no way to get lost that way; we can just follow our footprints back. [ it's a foolproof strategy that doesn't take into account the wind or the way the approaching waterline has a way of washing away anything it touches. but let's pretend this is a fine method! ]
You can't keep sayin' it's not your fault. If I can resist it, so can you.
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I.
To put the woman at ease, he merely chuckles rather than immediately dislodging her fingers. The touch appears to be relatively harmless, and this world not only welcomes but encourages quite an extensive buffet of intimacy. ]
It appears so. I may have erroneously misstepped in your path, so there is no need to apologize.
[ An unlikely possibility, but he would like to spare her any embarrassment. ]
Shall I move aside and allow you to continue on your way?
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Did she really just grab a stranger's pec? She's not even drawn in by his appearance, it's just, the pecs, for some reason. ]
--You're right. There is no need for me to apologise. It ain't like it was intentional after all.
Ya should move along.
In a moment. [ why is she not removing her hand? ]
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...is she trying to stimulate him? ]
I am afraid these ministrations may not have the desired effect on me. However, you are welcome to continue until your arms grow weary or until you have learned all you wished to know.
[ Who knows? This may very well be an act on her card, and he is trying his best to be helpful even if he's still weaving his way awkwardly through the many painstaking trials of mortal intimacy. ]
I can postpone my trip to find dog food a bit longer.
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Not that she has the right to dub anyone that right now with way she's acting. She splutters. ]
There is no desired effect. I don't desire anythin'!
[ Except to touch your tits for purely her own gratification apparently. ]
Look, I'll let go right now. [ She stares very hard at her hand where it's merrily resting on his pec- almost going cross-eyed with concentration as she convinces herself to remove her hand.
It's not going great so far. ]
......Does this sort of thing happen a lot here?
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It does to an extent. I believe the island and the super computer itself try and facilitate copulation through whatever means necessary.
[ He still isn't sure why there's such a need for intimacy to stimulate the land's prosperity, but if he squints, he can sort of connect the dots. In a sense, copulation is a type of fertilization. Of sorts. ]
In this particular instance, you may have been urged to touch me outside of your own volition or it may be a deep-seated desire coming to fruition without your knowledge or consent. Regardless of the reason, would you like me to remove your hands for you?
[ Or they could stay like this a bit longer. As foreign as the sensation is of having his pectorals cupped, she is keeping them rather warm from the sea spray. It's really up to her. ]
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[ Wow. ] Sounds kinda like the place I just came from to be honest. [ For once could she get mysteriously get sucked into another universe/planet/whatever that isn't obsessed with fucking? Apparently not. ]
Well, I ain't got any deep-seated desires to go around grabbing stranger's pectorals so it's definitely the first one.
...I thought I made it clear that I don't need any help- because I don't.
[ Okay, Tsukuyo, then why is your hand now feeling around and sliding over his other pec? ]
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As you wish. Although, if you desire to explore other areas of my physique, you are welcome to satisfy your curiosity.
[ For him, it's nothing more than a flesh encasement of his core, and he has no particular aversion to being examined. The robots quite like to do so from time to time much to his amsuement. ]
May I suggest my abdomen? I have been told it is rather firm for cupping as well. Or I suppose the gluteal muscles may also be cupped.
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Tsukuyo blinks, listening. ]
...Ya askin' me to cup yer butt?
[ Tsukuyo, why do you look like you're about to hit him when you're the one that started this by grabbing his tit? Intentionally or not. ]
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[ It makes no real difference to him, though he's still trying to figure out the whys behind her actions. The thought process might simply be a little too far beyond his own comprehension for him to adequately understand. Maybe if he were to touch hers, he could gain some better insight, but ...she doesn't look happy.
He doesn't want to try his luck. He's been around mortals long enough to know there are just some things you do not do. Instead, he asks- ]
Shall I turn around, or is this position adequate?