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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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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?"

"I can't imagine having to sculpt something like that."

Jean liked to sketch in his spare time. He had a hard enough time drawing people he knew and letting them see it without getting embarrassed. Drawing someone naked, knowing thousands of people would see it? It would never happen.

Finally, they got to the apartments, and Colette led him to the one she'd been using. He closed the door behind him, and locked it for good measure. And then. He just kind of. Stopped there. Holy shit, what was he doing?

"...If you want to back out, now's probably your best chance."

"I-I'd probably have to stop every five minutes to recharge..." For a long time. She'd never finish it, not in a natural life time, which she still sort of hoped she lived and not... forever? Well that wasn't for Jean to worry about.

Colette brought Jean to her apartment. Still unadorned as she'd just arrived, a bit sterile in that regard, but comfortable enough as a starting point. Then they were alone, behind a closed door, just her and a man with intent to...

Flushing, she shook her head. "I... still want to at least see how far I can go."

How far I can go? Shit, that was too cute. She was way, way too cute. But he was still mortified. This was more nerve-wracking than his first time! He silently prayed a word of thanks to the older Corpsman that showed him the ropes. It must've been so hard!

"...Alright then."

Jean cleared his throat to try and regain his train of thought. He turned around to see Colette still standing there, and slowly closed the space between them to raise a hand and tuck some of her long hair behind her ear. He she even been kissed before? She had to have been, right? Usually ladies liked it better when they were warmed up, so he was offering.

Beware the scruff of his facial hair, it's pretty rough.

Even Colette wasn't as nervous as Jean at this point - perhaps that was a sign of his maturity, that he was so worried about her. The reality of this situation was settling inside of her, though, making her insides flip and flop around as Jean closed in on her, hands clasped behind her back.

She, well... very recently had been kissed. That should count, right? Swallowing a nervous lump, she leaned up, looking more closely at Jean, at his scruffiness. It looked like it might tickle or scratch. His lips were a bit weathered - so were hers, just less so. "...you want to start... with a kiss, don't you?" she asked, giggling.

If it was Lloyd, I'm not sure, but we're about to put it to the test!

Her direct query hit the bullseye, and it caused him to falter for a second. Despite her innocence, she was very good at reading people. Or just good at reading him. His intentions weren't that hard to parse.

"It's... a test," he concluded. "If you don't like kissing, you're not going to like the rest of it."

A bit misinformed, but his heart was in it.

Well, there was a guy here in those flower gardens who just... kissed her! It was strange, and it was exciting. Everyone here was a stranger, and yet she was already going so far with them.

Colette smiled up at Jean, at the look on his face. Bullseye. "I think I'll like kissing," she assured him, leaning up more. "Let me try it..."

She'd just met him, and she was already kissing him. This was something she'd thought she would, and was supposed to, save for a very special person at the right time... but ah, even back home, hadn't life proven to be much messier than that?

How she was se ready and willing to kiss was honestly really sexy to him. Jean was used to ladies being kind of coy about that kind of thing before they were in bed, but Colette was jumping in with little reservation. He had to bend over a bit to meet her lips without her having to strain too hard on the tips of her toes, but he liked that. And since he was taller than most of the world, he got to enjoy the angle pretty often.

He was fairly gentle, keeping any sucking or tonguing to a minimum. But he did start to step in, meaning to slowly goad her back towards the bed.

Colette didn't know a damn thing about being coy. She wasn't always decisive, either, but when she did make up her mind she was quite stubborn, and she had to adapt to being here. Had to... figure out how to make her way.

It didn't hurt that this was kind of exciting. Kind of naughty, in a way that was totally encouraged and acceptable, here, which made it a real opportunity to explore a lot of things.

Still, she didn't know what she was doing, especially with her tongue, especially while focusing on walking backwards without tripping over their feet.

Don't worry, Jean wasn't about to send them crashing through any walls. Colette would have to be the one stepping forward for that to happen.

Just before he had successfully danced the both of them to the bed, he felt stifled by his clothing, and remembered.

"Ah, shit..."

He was strapped into his uniform with a fuckton of belts and buckles. The new harness was a lot tighter and more complicated than the one he wore when he was younger. Even though he had left his gear back at the barracks, he kept his straps on in case of a disaster where he needed to equip quickly. He clicked his tongue in frustration.

"Sorry," he said, to make sure she knew he wasn't upset at her for any reason. His fingers went up to the belt at his chest first. "These are such a pain in the ass..."

That might make sense, but Colette's ability to trip defied the laws of nature. ...fortunately, her luck and coordination held out until she was pushed back near to the bed, breathing a little harder as she looked up at Jean. They'd kissed. They'd kissed for more than a moment, too, and she felt the slight scratch of his stubble across her face, and didn't really... mind it.

"...mm. Is that some kind of... um, equipment?" she asked curiously, poking at the belts. "It looks really sturdy."

"The actual equipment is back in the barracks where I'm staying. It attaches to... here, and here," Jean explained, and pointed out the various places where pieces would attach, like the sides of his thighs (where the ammo goes), his back (where the grappling mechanism goes), and alongside his arms (where the thunder spears go). "I wanted to be ready in case some kind of disaster happened."

It was telling that, despite a relatively peaceful arrival, Jean was expecting the other foot to drop at some point. He still wasn't entirely trusting of his surroundings, but he didn't think any titans were about the show up anytime soon anymore, which meant he didn't need to be fully equipped 24/7.

He continued to remove the various straps one by one. Colette was welcome to help, if she wanted! Underneath it all, he was in a fairly plain black shirt and pair of pants that would be much easier to take off.

Complicated equipment, attached to all those straps. It's a lot more detailed than what she's used to, with such a specialized purpose. "I know someone who wore a lot of belts on his one outfit. I think he'd be able to handle that too." Also the whole badass warrior thing he had going on helped.

Colette wasn't much help in getting it off, but she did what she could. "I'm just glad my own weapons showed up, since I've heard that it can occasionally be dangerous here." Not so much that she's always gonna carry them, but she wouldn't just let monsters do their things without getting herself involved.

Lol jrpgs in the mid 2000's and their copious belts of no particular purpose. Thanks Nomura-san! Jean's uniform is almost a callback, considering the times.

"I'm glad you know how to use a weapon. Whatever it is. People are always going to need to defend themselves," or at least, that's what Jean believed. He'd never lived in a world, or even a country, that was at peace. "Even a woman should know how."

If only he knew her latent powers were of a caliber he could never dream of. He probably needed more protecting than she did.

"There." Finally, he got the last of the buckles off. Might as well do away with his shirt too. He shucked it off with one motion. Underneath, his body was covered with calluses where the belts rubbed up against his skin. They looked permanent. "Sorry for the wait."

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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that last tag was a grammatical disaster, I should not be allowed to have a keyboard past 10 pm

but that's the only time I'm even around if it's not a day off XD

Oh noooo, I have a super normie sleep schedule too

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