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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 |
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"It sounds nice, I'll definitely visit now."
The ruffling feathers is weird when there's no breeze and he wonders whether that's coincidence or something else. Huh. At any rate, Vax already says he has a halforc friend and that makes Fjord warm up to him by another increment.
"I meant handsome, but that's good to know too."
Tossing hair out of his eyes, he shoots a teasing smirk down at the halfelf. Two can play at flirting, especially now that Fjord has been reeled in enough and wants to.
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he looks up from his place underneath fjord's arm, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and he places one thin hand on fjord's muscular thigh. they've broken the ice of first contact now, and all bets are slowly coming off.
"maybe i can share with you, though. seems as though you've brought your own, anyway."
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The touch on his thigh is a nice kind of pressure as if they are friends, warm even through his sweatpants. He finds he likes to look down at Vax'ildan where the guy is laid out and doesn't try to be stealthy in the way he sweeps one particular glance from head to toe and back again. Sinewy and lithe, corded with strength in a way Caleb isn't but not too dissimilar in size. Vax has a lovely olive cast to his skin, like the sun wants to love him but his dark clothes won't let it.
Fjord is willing to take a hit for the sun, sure.
"If you need somewhere to stay, we have a couch free. It's not much but the house is warm and safer than the other abandoned ones around the city. You're more than welcome."
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vax looks him up and down for a hundredth time, still searching for some sign that he might be bluffing or trying to play vax for a fool. he's been taken advantage of before, and while that isn't a bad thing as long as the terms are clear, he wants to be completely sure.
he's hot, too. that helps.
"yeah," he finally says, landing back on kind eyes and a hardened jaw. fjord has seen a lot in his time on exandria, he's sure of it, and vax'ildan has nothing fjord would want to steal from him, anyways.
"that sounds nice, fjord. thank you. i think i'd like that."