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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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Tooth-rotting sweet. Hope he doesn't mind airheads. Colette was happy to befriend a tall, shy fellow like Jean. At the very least, they all needed to stick together. "I can take care of myself. Um, I could... probably help you with the food as well, too." In that she was pretty sure she could turn off her need for food if she thought about it really hard and share her rations? She'd never done it one purpose, though.

"And there are plenty of helpful people here." Who you can bang. To get more privileges.

The perks of being a literal angel.

"I couldn't take your food, but maybe you could tell me where to find some for myself? Something other than those gross heart-pellets they've been handing out."

Or maybe tell him how to get some by banging. Then he'd really be convinced on the wet dream front.

It was convenient. It was terrifying, to think of losing parts of herself again, but she could take risks for the sake of others if she needed to. "Oh! There are places to get basic food supplies in the town, from the robots." That wasn't the best food, but...

"...some of the other food... I-I think you need to - oh, have you heard what we're... expected to do?" she asked with a nervous laugh.

Being good food or not wasn't an issue for him, he was used to rations. Just not fucking Necco Wafers. Those things made him feel sick after awhile.

"What we're expected to do?"

Well, that answered the question pretty succinctly.

Too much candy was worrying. Colette didn't even want to try to eat one of the big hearts in one sitting - that was way too much sugar for her.

Still. This was... interesting. Colette had had things explained to her by others, but now she was helping someone else out already! Which meant that her face flushed, thankfully hidden by the lack of light. "Ah. ...this place is in a world that was nearly destroyed. Apparently, we were brought here to help restore it, but..." She took a breath. "The secret to doing so is... sexual intercourse." Which is crazy but she has no reason to believe that it's not possible.

Jean's lack of experience with technology kind of shot him in the foot here, so he was out of the loop so far. She was getting a little quiet, so he leaned in to try and hear her better. And even when she finished, he was not entirely convinced, but he was thoroughly mortified. He took a quick step back and covered his mouth with one hand.

"...This can't be real," he had to conclude, although he didn't entirely believe himself either. "I'm having a really, really elaborate sex dream here. One that I'm not waking up from! Or I'm dead. I could totally be dead!"

Jean didn't remember exactly what happened to him before he got here, so. He could be? This was also the sort of outlandish fantasy he would have thought up in his early teens. He smacked his face with both palms several times, but all it did was hurt, not wake him up.

"It's too perfect. This girl is too perfect! This doesn't happen!"

Colette was, mostly, good at seeming like she needed help, and having people reach out to her. It meant that she'd gotten the explanation already, even if the reason why that would make any kind of difference evaded her. Nice people were vouching that it seemed to be the case - and at the very least it made life more comfortable here to gain things.

"You aren't dead..." she assured him, because then she would be dead too. Maybe she WAS just a figment of his imagina...tion...

...he kept talking. "W-w-wait, um, I'm... I'm not..." Perfect? Perish the thought! Talk about sex all you want instead.

Perfect at first glance, at least! In the way that she was suspiciously his type in many different areas.

"Look at you!" Jean made a gesture at... all of her. Panic was starting to wear at his inhibitions, "Blonde hair, blue eyes, small, but with a great ass-- you are exactly the kind of person I'd think up as a fantasy! And then we're supposed to have sex for some really contrived reason? That's way too unreal!"

No, she can't accept that. Her self-esteem refused to let itself be buoyed THAT much when she was skinny and clumsy and not very academically accomplished-

Her eyes went wider as Jean's inhibitions vanished. "G-g-g-great ass?!" she repeated, one of her hands going to her own backside. No one was ever so crude with her. Certainly not Zelos. But...

...he also didn't know WHY she was anyone special. Maybe it was nice to just be treated like a cute girl and nothing more. "Y-you really like me that much? At least how I... look..." Colette wasn't nearly so confident about what her 'type' was, but Jean was making a case for himself. "...it seems very real to me, though. I've even tried pinching myself. I could pinch you too?"

Jean lives in kind of a shithole world, okay? Basically anywhere else is a upgrade, and the attractiveness of people kind of follows that trend. She's a lovely JRPG beauty that was create specifically for boys to fantasize over, which was more than enough for him, and he was going to treat her as such! And besides, all of that Chosen stuff wouldn't mean anything to him even if she explained it!

"Of course! Like-- how do you even keep your hair that perfect? Do you brush it for hours or something?" Even noblewomen don't have that kind of times on their hands, right? "Hell, go ahead! Since when has a girl in my dreams even touched me?"

He was the type of person that had a naughty dream, woke up before any kind of climax, and then spent the day pent-up and grumpy. He gladly offered her his hand, if she wanted it, And she was also welcome to notice that he was built like a whip-- tall, lean, but muscled all the way through from his training with the 3D Maneuver Gear. It took nearly superhuman levels of strength to use properly.

Ah, what would Jean be like in a kinder, gentler world with video games? Simping over video game characters and vtubers? Colette knew nothing of a world like that, only that she was tiny and wanted to be slightly more mature. But she'd gotten this very decent looking man's attention so locked onto her that it was overwhelming. "I-I do brush it a lot. I do try to use the right oils and tonics on it when I can get them, but I'll need to look for whatever they have here..." Of course, a Chosen One was just blessed with perfect hair anyways.

"...before I do that, um. I'm Colette." It didn't feel right to pinch someone without an introduction first. Then she took in the sight of him. Strong, like a fighter not a laborer.

She reached out and pinched his hand; not too hard, but enough to sting.

Jean would be the head simp, the apex fuckboy. So I'm kind of glad he isn't actually from a world like that.

Colette. Fuck, even her name was cute.

"It's Jean," he replied as a reflex. With his hand in hers, she may notice that his palms were covered in the sort of callouses a swordsman would have. He barely registered the pain of being pinched, He'd broken nearly every bone in his body at some point in his life, and he had a very high tolerance.

"Yeah, see? Nothing. Tho' it was a wimpy pinch."

Jean would go broke as a joke.

Colette nodded at his replied introduction. "Jean." A simple, strong name for a strong man. One with callouses much like Lloyd's. One who barely noticed being pinched, like he's been hurt far worse, far too often. Of course people would have to fight for survival in any world, wouldn't they? There was simply no way for everyone to avoid it forever...

She giggled at Jean insulting her pinching skills. "Is it enough to convince you that this isn't a dream?"

A total gamer girl bathwater drinker.

Colette's Sylvarant was not an easy place to live, but the island of Paradis would give it more than a run for it's money. If only there was some kind of Chosen that could solve all the problems of the Eldian race. Eren maybe thought he was, but, uh, talking any more about that would veer straight into spoilersville.

"I dunno. Maybe it's more like a coma...

To be fair, the Chosen 'solution' wasn't one at all - just delaying the inevitable while a sad immortal child tried to undo a tragedy. But at least Lloyd was used to dual-wielding, that might benefit him there.

"That just sounds about as unlikely as what's in front of us." At least to Colette, who's traveled between multiple worlds. "...at any rate, I think you get more... resources if you play along. That's what seems to be the case."

She was strangely too okay with everything that was going on here, but that might just be part of the fantasy!

"...Well, that's fucked up," he realized, now that he had a moment to think about it. "Isn't that like, forcing people?"

He was still a good enough guy to know rape and coercion were generally nasty things to do.

It was more part of Colette's ability to be resigned to personal suffering if she had an avenue for helping people. Possibly the airheadedness as well; but mostly, she was good at ignoring her own discomfort, far too well.

"...it worries me. You can get by without it, of course, but it's not really much of a choice, is it?" On the other hand, the idea of restoring a world that way seems weirdly easy, once she starts.

After a couple of minutes talking to a real human being, that also acted like a proper human being (despite being way too cute for this world) some of the tension of the moment drained out of him. He took a step away so he could fall back on his ass with a sigh. He still had to pointedly keep his eyes away from Colette's ass though.

"I guess if both people really don't care..."

He fell into that category in most situations. Once he grew older, he began to learn how to steal moments with other Corps men (and women) when he could, with whoever he could. He wasn't a virgin, but he wasn't that experienced either. He usually stuck to the same two or three partners though.

Colette was almost too chipper and outwardly optimistic to seem real. Of course, the idea that she was taken out of not just space but time - she had to hope that that was correct and not a convenient lie. So she'd cling to it, to everything that kept her hopeful.

"...if it really can help save this world..." Was she being silly? "I can't just walk away from that. ...e-even if I've never... actually done it before." Are virgins a plus too?

Oh boy. OH BOY.

Jean honestly didn't know if that was a plus too, but he also didn't know if he'd ever been with one before either. Back where he was from, they just... Did it. Sometimes they'd mention if they liked this or what, or what was good, but that was about it. No one would admit to it being their first time.

But man, it'd be a lot of fun to be the first person to touch her. Especially if he got a really good reaction.

He was starting to get a reaction too. Thankfully, the pants on his uniform were really tight.

"And I need food," he admitted, because he honestly cared more about that than saving the world or whatever. "But, being a virgin is... Special, or whatever. I can't just do that at the drop of a hat."

Back home, there were certainly people who made that move. At some point she'd figured out why her teacher couldn't approach a unicorn; another friend was a total manwhore, even if she didn't know the full extent of it.

Colette flushed at his words. "...so you were thinking about..." she licked her lips, and laughed nervously, "doing that with me huh?" If he's making a big deal out of virginity just after she mentioned it - it's scary. A little scary.

She needs to take that step somehow.

She was actually pretty lucky. Although a total, self-admitted horndog, Jean still respected his partners. If they did this, he'd go at her pace, and if she changed her mind, he'd stop.

"Do you even..." the fact that he was still talking more or less answered her question, so he just continued. "Do you even know how things work? Have you ever seen a guy?"

A dick was probably terrifying to someone who'd never seen one up close before.

A look back at Jean, and then she carefully set herself down not far from him, if they were going to keep talking about this. Should she just... let a move be made? There was no putting it off forever.

And it wasn't like she was disinterested. It was just awkward that she didn't know anyone here.

"I-I was told how it all works. ...I've never seen a man... hard... before though." And what she has seen was just the usual oopsies of traveling by foot with a group including a few guys, nothing remotely close or intentional. "And I've heard a friend of mine talk."

Jean heaved a thoughtful sigh. So she wasn't totally clueless. She knew at least as much as he did when he had his first time. That only made him feel marginally better though. He still had to take the bulk of responsibility here.

"Okay. I've just got one rule. If you don't like something? You have to say it. If you want to stop? Tell me. You can do that whenever, and I'll stop. But I don't know unless you tell me, so you have to speak up. Alright?"

She seemed like that type that could easily become a doormat if someone was given the chance to use her as such.

It was daunting. That was just life, though, wasn't it? Her life had been so full of trials the past two years that dealing with sex couldn't compare - right? She'd faced death, fates worse than it, the possible end of the world, and all sorts of megalomaniacs in between those threats.

This was just nature.

Still, it was good of Jean to set that caveat out so strongly; as much as she'd insist otherwise, she would find it too easy to lay back and let someone do what they wanted, even if she didn't like it. "...alright. I'll make sure to tell you what I don't like." Framed that way, it was benefiting him if she was honest.

00. Arrival

I. STARGAZER

II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

III. Eat Or Dare

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I'm going to bed for the night!

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