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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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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.

If he didn't make himself clear, he'd feel like a creep. Hell, he already did, but there was a spectrum of creepiness-- and if it went too far, he wouldn't be able to get it up due to a guilty conscience.

"...Okay," Jean said under his breath, like he was trying to convince himself more than anything else. He stood up again, and offered her his hand to help her up as well. "I've been staying in a barracks a little ways away, but there's no privacy." (and he wasn't yet ready to clear his exhibitionism square) "Where have you been staying?"

Colette was learning - about basic things, like very clear, straightforward consent. It made sense, but people didn't really talk about it as being like this; it wasn't what stories were written about, or what they bragged about doing later. This was a little better, actually.

Taking his hand, she stood, smiling still. All smiles, even though it was starting to feel like her heart might explode a little now that the reality was settling in. "I've been staying in the temple. The rooms there are a little nicer..."

"...Yeah, I'm not about to desecrate a temple," he replied flatly. It was bad enough that he had a beautiful, young virgin literally in his hand-- If he took her right in front of the gods he was shaming, they'd smite him on the spot for certain. And Jean barely believed that there was something out there like a higher power. "There has to be someplace around here where you can't be walked in on. Especially if this is what they want..."

"...I don't think any gods in this place would mind," she chimed in. Sex gods! What a wild concept she'd discovered when she was so used to a conventional savior goddess.

"I think some of the shacks on the beach are in good enough shape, and, well, we probably won't be bothered." Not that you could ever be completely sure without a lock on the door, right?

"Oh."

Jean stopped in his tracks for a moment. If this world really subsisted on 'sexual energy,' their gods would most likely follow the same suit. Taking a virgin might even get them extra special sex god bonus points. He had to give it to them, they were consistent! "You're probably right. What direction is it in?"

Even if she ended up leading the way, he still persisted in holding her hand. Because he liked it. Or maybe because he felt like she might turn to smoke if he let go, like so many of his usual dreams.

Colette was kind of embarrassed that she'd just gravitated towards a temple, only to find out that it was likely a house of worship for such lewd gods. On the other hand, if gods could be like that, then maybe... she could use that to motivate herself to be more okay with being so open about it.

"Follow me," she offered kindly, holding onto Jean's hand in turn. "There are apartments attached to it, perhaps meant for... well... attendants, and priests, and the like. But there aren't any of those here, now."

"I'm fine with it," now that he was confident he wouldn't be turned into a pillar of salt for his indiscretions, "as long there's a door to shut."

The temple itself, well... It was, as expected, a temple to sex. All the stained glass, frescos, statues and the like were all engaging in some kind of sex act. Some of them unspeakable for a poor, vanilla boy like himself. How in the world was a human able to bend like that? Jean tried to keep his eye to the floor, and was only partially successful.

"Privacy doesn't seem hard to come by, thankfully." Not having privacy would be a bridge too far for too many people. They want to encourage sex, not embarrass people away from doing it at all.

The temple wasn't in the best of shape, and Colette frankly didn't even know what some of the art was trying to depict. Still... it worked. "It's, uh... very well made... isn't it?"

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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