TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

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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. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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

Comments

[wincon]

[ No one made you come over to help, Aizawa. You asked for this.

To his credit, Tomura is mostly a manageable patient. Mostly. He grunts when Eraser pulls at the capture cloth (he's already bound, what do you want?) and inserts flat "ouch" and "that hurts" complaints every so often—just to be a pain in the ass—but he doesn't make any of the threatening moves that the hero seems to expect. All the better for getting this over and done with, especially since Tomura's condition could best be summed up as 'recently run over by a bus,' so it's not like Eraser doesn't have his work cut out for him.

A spiderweb of cracks runs up Tomura's right arm, spreading stray tendrils all over his chest, where splotches of dark color mark bruises and healing scrapes. Naturally his leg is the worst off, an assortment of green and purple under the cast he'd ditched. It throbs dully as Eraser rewraps it in an improvised cast, though this time Tomura keeps the annoyance to himself, as much as it irks him to sit through this again. ]

It's going to be inconvenient for you, using your weapon for this, [ is what he says instead.

He's wrapped himself in the blanket as much as he could with his hands bound, peering over the top only to watch the hero work. ]

[lacrimals]

[ While Shouta would normally be gentle with a casualty, he doesn't think this particular casualty is deserving of any such consideration; not with all the things he's done. He will treat him with only enough delicacy to not exacerbate his condition, and nothing more.

Really, though. It wouldn't be hard to exacerbate Shigaraki's condition with how extensive the wounds are looking. Shouta shoots the cracks by Shigaraki's elbow a glance. Though he's not the kind to be overtly petty, he can't help but acknowledge the irony of him treating Shigaraki for them when the other man had disintegrated the skin of his elbow just earlier that year. Were he a man who cared more about his own well-being, he might have more anger and bitterness over that painful and distressing affair. He's not, so ... it was just another occupational hazard.

Despite his feelings about Shigaraki, he isn't lax about his first aid, continuing to replace the cast around that broken leg, and then working on covering and stabilizing the wounds of his arm and torso. Shigaraki's right that this is depleting way too much of his cloth than he would like, though. ]

That's my issue to deal with. [ If he has to sleep with someone to get more capture cloth, he wouldn't like it but he would do it. ]

These wounds don't look like the work of any pro hero I know. [ Probing for information. ]

[wincon]

[ Fucking hell, Eraser is thorough. Based on the way he works, you'd never guess they were in some rundown hut beside an empty beach, using up only whatever he has on his person. The hero leaves no patch of skin uncovered as he wraps up Tomura's leg, eating up the length of his capture weapon, which Tomura can't bring himself to further complain about even if he finds it more of a waste than it's worth. If he had it his way, he would've accepted any half-assed effort, or even none at all as long as he could find someplace to clean up and retrieve materials. Is he expected not to ruin this neat bandaging job anytime soon? He does want a proper bath after that swim.

But since Eraser insists, Tomura "politely" decides not to push the point. The professional can figure it out later, and—honestly—by the time he figures out how to move himself so Eraser can get to his arm and shoulder while his hands are bound, without tipping over the hammock, he's too annoyed to spare the hero's resources any thoughts. The sling wobbles as he's forced to sit up and hold out both arms to one side, by necessity, for the hero to do his thing.

In this context, it's rather clear which injury Eraser is referring to, but if he wants information he'll have to spit out the question directly. Since the remark is vague, Tomura takes the meaning and runs with it, his difficult personality ramped up several notches from being restrained—especially when it makes this entire process so much more troublesome. His injured shoulder is already beginning to ache in this position. ]

Wooow, [ he drawls, staring flatly at Eraser. ] I don't believe none of you have broken someone's leg before.