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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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[ He's still coming to terms with his own feelings, it's a whole dramatic thing. ]
What else have I missed with you? I cannot believe how much some of you have changed, I feel like I'm meeting some of you for the first time all over again.
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[ SURE, LET'S LEAD WITH THAT. To be fair, though, it's been extremely on her mind ever since she got the explanation of this place. ]
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[ That was definitely news, and Molly's beaming with curiosity. A married Nott... hell, even just halfling Nott was amazing to imagine. This was the former goblin who wasn't sure if she might have eaten baby arm stew and snacked on possibly human jerky, always acting more like a little wild creature while at the same time being one of the smartest in their group... and she was always a halfling.
...and now she was married, too? It was wild to imagine and Molly's so into it. ]
cw: alcoholism
No, um -- fuck it, I'll guess we'll start.
[ They can get into details when they reach the house. And, honestly, some of this feels a little easier to tell when they're walking, and she can avoid eye contact when need be. ]
His name's Yeza. He's wonderful. He's a halfling, from my village. We were--
[ She sobers a little -- emotionally, which means she reaches for her flask so she doesn't have to be sober, physically, and winces as she finds yet again that she doesn't have it. Which is, yet again, nnnnot a great feeling. ]
Ahh, mm. We've been married a while. Since before I was a goblin. It's just -- shit happened, and -- he thought I was dead, he got kidnapped -- and now I'm here, so that's ... complicated ...
[ WOW she wishes she wanted a drink less right now. ]
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...well, at least not when he was around.
Molly also recognizes that twitch and reach for her flask - and being a bit of an enabler, he mentally calculates how much booze they have left for her. Especially after hearing that last part. ]
So you were a married woman all this time? Scandalous.
[ What, did you expect him to not be a shit? ]
Have you talked to him now that you're all halfling-ly again? How did that even happen? [ Pause. ] Caleb, right?
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Yeah, Caleb. [ She's obviously proud, and fond; she can't keep it out of her face or voice. ] And Essek helped. And Jester! Caleb did the spell, but we couldn'ta done it without them.
And yeah, Yeza and I are back together. He, uhh, was kind of a prisoner of war in Xhorhas for a while. [ She shakes her head. ] You can ask Essek about that. But it's all good. We got a place near Jester's mom's place in Nicodranas where he and our boy can stay when we're out, like, doing jobs.
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...then his jaw drops, and it's not even the 'prisoner of war' part. ]
You have a kid?
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[ Her smile on that one is distinctly crooked. She hasn't even been here that long and she already misses him so much. ]
Luc. He's about five. You'd like him. Do you like kids? You'd like him if you like kids.
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[ Both in age and size - and Toya was a dwarf, so she was already pretty small. ]
I like kids. They're a lot more honest than adults, and when they do lie it's a lot more entertaining, too.
[ Their little goblin had hid a lot, and Molly's absolutely thrilled to hear all of this. It's both wonderful and hilarious to think of their nasty, trigger-happy rogue to be a wife and a mom, and it's a truth better than his wildest stories. ]
I can't wait to meet him.
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I really hope you can sometime. When we get outta here.
[ She says it like it's a foregone conclusion -- that when they get out of here, they'll all get out together. Mollymauk included. But then, her Deception modifier is pretty high.
They must be close to the house by now, though, and thank gods, because she could really use some booze. ]
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[ He replies with a nod, giving her hand a squeeze back. Fjord has promised him a million times that they're taking him with them, and Molly's decided to believe in that. For his heart's sake.
When they finally walk over the hill to see the rows of mostly broken-down white brownhouses, he points to the restored one in the middle, a Mighty Nein crest by the door. ]
That's us. You'll like it.