TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

[erkumods]

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

[silky_bearing]

[It's just that in all of the various timelines represented by the lot of them he's never encountered anyone that had transferred. Plenty of them remembered transfers but no one had arrived not of their original house. ]

I am sorry, Dorothea... it's all a bit confusing. It seems as though things have played out differently for everyone. But if you transferred to Golden Deer... what is the last thing you recall?

[backstreetbard]

[ He's confused? At least he's been here long enough to settle in, if his clothes are any indicator. She'd hauled herself out of the ocean not a half day earlierl the initial shock of her arrival has barely worn off. Well, she supposes he's allowed, and there's no reason not to answer his question, even though she feels... defensive, on edge. ]

The last thing? Fighting Nemesis and the Ten Elites. We were on our way back to Garreg Mach, but... then I was here instead.

[silky_bearing]

[He'd meant it to be sympathetic but... well. It was very strange that, having had nearly everyone from their school days here at some point or another, suddenly Dorothea was the first one to be from a class other than her own.]

Ah... Then you remember only a few hours beyond myself. I arrived straight from the battlefield. Just barely enough to have seen Cl- [A sharp lance of something painful in his expression that he quickly smooths over, adjusting his description to not bring Claude into it and hoping against hope that she would not question him on it.] Nemesis go down.

[backstreetbard]

[ Dorothea listens, both to the things that Lorenz is saying and the things he isn't, or can't--the name that dies on his lips. She's curious but she isn't cruel. Whether or not this Lorenz thinks of her as a friend or a foe, she won't dig at his emotional wounds. She doesn't comment on it. ]

All right. I don't really understand what's going on here, but I'm not going to... I'm not your enemy. I fought the same battles you fought, for the same cause as you. If you don't trust me, fine.

[ Her voice softens at the end, there. Even if he did trust her, it's not like she has anything to offer now. She's back to square one again. ]

[silky_bearing]

Dorothea... just because our memories differ hardly means I'm going to treat you as some sort of fiend. Their majesties have established a truce, even between Edelgard and Seteth, Fodlan's troubles have no bearing here so there is no need to continue any hostilities.

[He does offer her a gentle smile, quietly grateful that she hasn't asked about Claude and also trying to be reassuring.]

If you'd like, if you'd be more comfortable in more neutral territory, I'd be happy to show you some of the available apartments near myself and Seteth? ... Hilda has... recently come into possession of her own home, separated from the apartments but they were previously just down the hall from me as well.

[They, not her.]