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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.

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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!)

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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.
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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.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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Hey! Did I say ya could sit there?!

[ But his clarification changes Izō's attitude almost immediately. If there's one thing he likes, it's when people pay attention to his abilities. He grins, looking very proud of himself, though he can't keep his gaze from drifting back to Zoro's chest. ]

Yeah, I'm a genius with a sword. [ Ah yes, the epitome of humbleness. ] Ya look like ya might be able to put up a fight...

[ What he leaves unsaid is that he doubts the other man could offer him even a moderate challenge. He's too arrogant for his own good. ]

Didn't see your name anywhere.

[ it's an easy response, one that might warrant bite in turn, so it's a good thing this conversation treads towards friendlier territory. ( zoro will take a fighter any day. they make the best company. )

he isn't quite as prone to flattery, but the words make him sit up a little taller, bringing more attention to his chest than either of them probably needs in this moment. ]

I can hold my own. [ he's modest for the world's greatest swordsman. better to see what his opponent can do before he shows his hand. ] Once I find my swords, I'll show you. They must've washed up along the beach somewhere.

You see anything like that? Three blades. They should be in a bundle.

[ Zoro just pushing through that is the best way to handle him. Izō gives him an annoyed glare, but doesn't push the point other than that. ]

Nah...I ain't found mine, either. A pair of 'em, hopefully.

[ Something doesn't sit right with him about the lack of his swords -- he shouldn't be able to be separated from them. Whatever, at least someone's in the same boat as him. He tries to keep his thoughts occupied with that but it's really hard with Zoro's chest just being out like that. He's almost sweating with the effort required not to stare.

Mostly he just wants to grabs his pecs and see how they feel in his hands. Fuck, he is absolutely staring now and makes no effort to look away. He's behaved for five whole minutes, that's enough, isn't it?? ]

I'll keep an eye out. [ likewise, zoro spent far too long searching the shores for his swords. he needs them. he at least needs a replacement for them until he can find the main one, if nothing else.

izō is the only one in the temptation boat since, from where zoro is sitting, his new friend's butt is safely out of sight. he's good. urge quelled. sure, he might have thought about what it might look like ( which is a rare, concerning thought all on its own ), but the man's ass is out of sight, out of mind for now. he'll survive.

it must be an incredible amount of staring that izō is doing. as their conversation falls, zoro looks to the sand to the sky, searching for nothing in particular, until the weight of izō's gaze brings his attention back to himself. he's looking there? of all places? ]

. . . You too, with that cursed telescope?

[ there's no other explanation for it. zoro's dealt with cursed swords before, and nothing short of magic can have him feeling so unlike himself. he doesn't even like butts! why is trying to picture this guy's? ]

[ His cheeks flush red and he tosses his head to the side. Nope, not staring, totally not. ]

So what?! Maybe I got curious and took a look! Maybe ya shouldn't have your chest out like that!

[ ... All tsun, no dere over here. ]

[ this guy . . . zoro's teeth clench for a moment, because how is this his fault? ]

You know, if you're asking for something, that's not the way to do it.

I'm not askin' for anythin'!

[ Because he's way too proud for that...normally. He huffs. ]

...Lemme touch your chest. Otherwise I feel like I'm gonna go insane.

[ oh, zoro wasn't expecting him to actually say it. he'd be more impressed if he wasn't so bewildered — not the kind of encounter he was expecting to have when he washed ashore strange island. ]

. . .

[ but what's it to him, really? he practices without his shirt on all the time; this is just another ( weirder ) level to that. entirely out of his area of expertise, but the world isn't going to end because he shows some skin. ]

Sure . . . if we can make it a trade. [ is he really doing this? his voice is steady, but his cheeks grow red. he sounds skeezy even to himself! ] I got grabbed by one of the stars, too. Don't think the itch is going to go away until I see something. [ unless it doesn't and he's doomed to spend the rest of his life fawning after butts — geez, is this what it's like to be sanji? never in his life would he risk that. ]

Just... don't make it weird or anything. I'm trying to break the curse, that's all. I'm not like this, really.

It's already weird. Ya think I wanna make it worse?

[ Fair is fair, though. A trade seems like a much better deal than him just going to town on Zoro's chest. Izō gives a nod. ]

...Whaddya need t'see? I ain't shy or nothin', so I ain't gonna say no.

[ Not even when they're out in the open like this. ]

[ zoro gives a cursory glance around, as if to say being in the open may not be the best place for this. really? here? but if this guy isn't shy, he won't be either.

it's probably better that he didn't catch his name. they can both pretend that this never happened later on. ( unless they find a way off of this island first. ) ]

Just need to see your ass. I... think. [ he even pauses to check in with himself here. nope, that's all. it's more than enough. ] It's all that's been on my mind. Figure the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can move on.

[ There's a few more layers involved here to bare his ass before god and everyone, but he doesn't hesitate. Izō tosses his scarf aside, unties his belt, shrugs both of his kimono off, and unties his hakama; only the tight shrug remains. As his hakama fall away, it reveals a fundoshi. It doesn't need to be removed for Zoro to get a good look at his nicely toned ass.

There's not an ounce of shame in Izō as he looks at the other man with a smug grin. ]

There...Ya like what ya see?

[ CLEARLY ZORO DID NOT GET THE MEMO.

As Izō shed his layers, Zoro grows more and more flustered. ]

Hold on —! You mean —? Just like that—?! Here—?!

[ he's all but peeking through his fingers by the time izō is done, because this guy! he'd wanted straight-to-the-point, but is this man even human?? after a moment of stunned silence to admire what he's been craving for most of the night ( no, focus! ) zoro's up and grabbing izō by the thin strap of his fundoshi. there's not much to hold on to, but he's guiding him a few meters away to an area that's at least semi-screened by trees and rocks.

one of them has to have virtue! ...if only for a few seconds. still holding the fundoshi, his hands move of their own accord until they're both settled on some guy's ass. yes, he likes what he sees, but does he have to say it? ]

[ He didn't think Zoro would be shy11 Izō puts up a fuss as he's dragged off, drawing far more attention to them than he was a few seconds ago with his yelling and squirming.

It's ... fine, though. His protests cease and give way to a startled gasp. He takes that as permission to grab Zoro's chest with both hands, squeezing the firm muscle with a lecherous grin. ]

Look, if ya wanted privacy...There's a shack right there. [ He motions with his head to, well, a shack just a couple meters further. ] How 'bout that instead?

[ A pause as he remembers most of his clothing was abandoned. ]

...So long as ya grab my clothes for me.

[ beneath his hands, izō is likely to feel any number of scars and cuts that zoro has acquired through the years. apart from the most prominent one, the large, jagged scar that runs diagonally between his pecks, izō is sure to feel bumps and bruises from over a decade of vigorous training. he's also likely to feel a sharp rise and fall under his touch as zoro sucks in a breath.

. . . yeah, maybe the shack is a good idea. ]

It's what you get. No one told you to strip in public like a creep. [ if he were someone more familiar, zoro wouldn't hesitate to thump him on the head. but he can't go around decking strangers. ] Yeah, yeah, I'll grab your clothes.

[ after he lets his hands roam over the man's ass one more time. there's a squeeze for good measure, and then he's done. he nods for izō to go on ahead; he'll catch up clothes in hand. ]

It's what ya wanted, wasn't it?!

[ A huff and he lets it go. The decision is made, an agreement is reached, and Izō takes his mostly naked self into the nearby shack to wait impatiently for Zoro. ]

[ zoro takes his time gathering the man's clothes from the sand. he grumbles all the while, unsure of how things escalated so quickly. he just wants to find his friends! but... he won't be able to find much of anything with booty on his mind, and not the treasure kind. damn it all.

by the time he enters the shack, he looks a little cooler. literally. he's soaking wet. yes, he absolutely had to dunk his head in the ocean to cool himself off. what of it?

the cold splash didn't help him all that much, but at least the clothes are dry when he sets them down against the wall. ]

All right, let's get this done with.

[ Izō meanwhile has stripped down to just his fundoshi and made himself at home on one of the beds. He just looks confused at the very damp Zoro and barks out a laugh. ]

What, ya get dragged in out there or somethin'? [ That out of the way, he beckons him over with a crook of his finger. ] C'mere, then...Ya gotta name?

[ Probably...something he should've asked sooner. ]

No, I didn't get swept out to sea! [ though the fact that he voluntarily soaked himself might be a little more ridiculous than whatever izō is envisioning. at least those pecs that he's so fond of are moist and glistening, even if that wasn't zoro's immediate intention.

still fully dressed, he shrugs out of the stiff, green layers of his coat before he reaches the bed. ( it's damp, for one, and it's the only thing covering his chest, which means he doesn't really need it. ) when he gets there, he comes onto the mattress kneeling. ]

I just don't really do this kind of stuff. It's not my thing. Oh, my name? It's Zoro. [ so much for anonymity. ] This is humiliating.

Call me...Assassin.

[ Because there could be a Grail War on, right?? Better to keep to his class name than risk revealing his True Name. Izō sits up and immediately starts groping him again. His fingers trace over the scars and marks, as if he's making a mental map of where they lay. ]

Don't matter to me none. I ain't gonna tell anyone 'bout this. [ A thought occurs to him after a moment. ] ...If ya lay back, I can sit on top'a ya. Lets ya get to my ass better that way.

[ That way they could both get what they wanted, right? It only feels fair. ]

Assassin? You sound like some kind of bad guy. [ bad guy with a good plan. ] Just know that if I found out you have a bounty on your head or something, this doesn't change anything.

[ it's hard not to make a face when his chest is being grabbed - he's been grabbed more in one day than he has in the entirety of his life. his breath catches, and his expression pulls somewhere between a glare of annoyance and... something he can't place. hopefully, he's better at keeping a cool expression than some of his idiot shipmates might. ]

Get on top, if you think that'll work. [ he lies back against the surprising comfortable array of blankets and sheets. whoever this shack belongs to, he's going to have to apologize later. ] Think it'd be better for me if you bent over, but it's not like my chest and your ass can face the same direction at the same time.

It's jus' somethin' to call me, don't think too much on it.

[ He'd already been beheaded once for his crimes -- he wasn't really interested in repeating the process.

That aside, he straddles Zoro's hips and settles down against him. ]

Ya can bend me over later...Or you're welcome t' try it, anyway. [ He might put up a bit of a fight, but it's a token struggle. ] This is good for now, ain't it?

[ He tweaks one of his nipples with a little grin. ]

[ sooner or later he'll come to accept the strangeness of this day and take it all in stride... later. ]

Yeah, it's fine. [ as fine as having some guy's ass against him can be. which, given his current state of mind, is more than fine. there's still hesitation in his hands when he lands them above 'assassin's' ass and rolls his hips up against him. it feels nice, solid. there's no explanation for how much he enjoys it. his fingers splay across and squeeze, even if he can't bring himself to look izō in the eye while doing so. ]

I just like your butt, Assassin.

[ THIS FEELS RIDICULOUS. ]

[ Okay, maybe this is ridiculous. It doesn't seem like Zoro's a threat, so what's the harm in giving his True Name to stop at least that weird part of it? ]

...Okada Izō. Just call me Izō.

[ Still, he likes the attention enough. He rolls his hips to encourage him with a quiet groan. ]

Your chest ain't bad, either... [ He circles his thumb around a nipple, teasing. ] Been through a lot, haven't ya?

Izō. If you're an assassin, you should know all about close calls.

[ the teasing is good until it verges on being too much. it's strange, unfamiliar attention, and his chest rises with a breath, one that would signal enjoyment, before one of zoro's hands darts away izō's ass long enough to catch his wrist. they've barely started and he's already putting a stop to it. is he? no, he's not. just a reflex is all. after a second passes, the hand wrapped around izō's relaxes. ]

That was... good. Fine. You can do it again, if you want.

Yeah, 'course I do.

[ A Servant's body just didn't scar. If it did, he would be a mess of scars. As it is, his skin is completely unblemished.

He tenses up in response to being grabbed, a similar reflex. All the ways he can retaliate if necessary go through his mind in a hurry for...nothing. The tension leaves him as quickly as it came. ]

Ain't real used to this kinda attention, huh?

[ An idle question as he teases his other nipple in the same way in slow, lazy circles. ]

A shame 'cause ya got a real nice body.

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