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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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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."

Kratos is a true disciple of too many belts. Colette never really got it, but he usually wore it when he was acting like their enemy.

"I had to fight more than I ever wanted to. Now that I know how to... well, I can't unlearn it, can I?" Don't worry Jean, she'll cast angelic magic to obliterate anything that bothers you!

With his belts off, Colette almost reached out - oh, his shirt was off. Colette flushed at the sight of him, when she hadn't even taken off the outer layer of her dress. Her eyes flicked over Jean's body, noting that he'd gotten plenty of use out of those belts too, if they were rubbing against him so much. "N-now for me, right?"

Maybe if they happened to be here longer than a couple of weeks washed up on a beach, they could actually talk about their pasts and experiences with battle. But this is a TDM, and we need to get down to business.

He definitely didn't wear them out of vanity. The sheer force of gravity working against him while he maneuvered was felt most keenly at the places where the belts were against his skin. It hurt like a bitch when he started training, but he was long since numb to that pain, thanks to those callouses.

"Uh... If you want?" There was a hopeful lilt at the end of his sentence that he couldn't mask. "I was just getting mine out of the way. Not a whole lot to see here. You can go at your own pace."

Everyone will have time for actual discussions, in and around the dedication this entire place has to convincing them to fuck. It was clear that Jean had been through a few things, and that was sort of a point in common, whatever the events actually were. Not everyone in the world could quite get what it was like for her.

Colette smiled at Jean, and at least shrugged off the... cloak? Poncho? Serape? Whatever the word is for the layer over top of her dress, it wasn't all that big a deal to take off. Then, though, she placed a nervous hand on Jean's chest. "...there's... um, something to see here, for sure, actually." He was strong, toned.

He hand was fairly small and delicate, but he could feel a slight roughness on her palm from where she held the chakram. It was... Nice, just to be touched, in a warm and uncomplicated way. It made him want the company of his squad, who were more like his formed family than his brothers in arms. They were all casually close like this.

"Heh. Thanks, I guess," Jean had to remember that she probably hadn't been around men up close and personal much. "I'm just... used to it. Even the women in the Corps have muscles like these. You need them, to use the gear."

Colette used her hands - to fight, to help others. There were limits to taking care of every inch of yourself when you were busy fighting to save a world, and then to rebuild it. Her hair took up a lot of her personal grooming too...

As much time as she'd spent traveling with men, though, she wasn't rubbing her hands all over their pecs. Not even Regals' exposed abs. ...which is probably obvious but they're just out there y'know? "Strong men... strong women too..." Soldiers. More organized than anything she was doing. There were surely advantages to fighting like that.

Her hand wandered down to his abs, fingers still very light against his skin.

I had completely forgotten about Regal's existence, holy shit. And yeah, you should see Mikasa's official art, she's ripped AF.

His muscles tighten slightly against her touch, but he's patient with her exploration. He'd never been so... studied, before. It was both calming and nerve-wracking at the same time. And by someone so incredibly gentle. He rarely got to enjoy the company of somebody like Colette. He would consider her an outsider. Someone who didn't share in the Eldian plight.

"We need them both. We can't waste a whole gender to home-making when they could be soldiers."

And good ones, too. Nearly half of the top performers in training were women, and Mikasa graded first. Any idea of them being the weaker sex was quickly beaten out of him back then.

Imagine your face between those abs.

Jean was fascinating too, though. Colette hadn't put on much muscle and now she didn't need to anyways. She kind of felt like she was cheating, compared to this. It was really nice...

"I'm sure. I've met plenty of women who can fight..." Although one of them was twelve when they met and already super strong, so that was fun.

"A-alright," she said resolutely, pulling back a step and looking up into Jean's eyes as she reached up to unfasten the front of her dress. Slowly, breathing a little harder; a bit nervous, but the prospect that she was really taking this step could be exciting too. Underneath, she had a simple white camisole, plenty to not need a bra as small as she was.

Yes please.

Jean took a step back to give her the space to disrobe... and possibly also to get a better view. He'd never seen a woman in underclothes like that before. Mikasa just strapped hers down with a wrap (never do that kids, you'll crush your ribs). Small breasts weren't as uncommon among the all-athletic Corpswomen, but hers were particularly delicate. And she had such a gentle curve down to her hips. In his uninformed opinion, she almost seemed breakable.

He was slow in his approach as he reached out to put his hands on her waist. That seemed like a safer place to start, as much as he would like to go straight for her breasts or hips.

Colette couldn't help it. She hadn't put on a single bit of height in years, had only filled in a little bit; had broader hips, the subtlest little bit of growth in her chest, barely noticed. A lot of the time, a bra wasn't at all necessary, and a camisole was comfortable under the somewhat heavy material of her dress. It also meant that it wasn't the most embarrassing show she could put on, just yet, even as her hand shook a little as she finished undoing it.

Down below, of course, she had leggings on. The material wasn't very thick, and she could feel the warmth of Jean's hands on her sides as he held her. "N-now... how... do I look?" she asked, nervous, but expectant... hopeful, after all the praise she'd gotten lately.

Jean didn't think to compliment her audibly, as he felt the moment spoke for itself, but he couldn't possibly deny her request!

"You're really beautiful," he replied so quickly and so matter-of-fact that his sincerity couldn't be brought into question. He lifted one hand to push some hair behind her ear and cup her cheek. "You look like an angel."

That was a complete coincidence-- they used to call Historia an angel back in the day, and he was used to the term being thrown around. It didn't hold particularly significance in his world.

Jean could speak through his actions, but she needed to hear it out loud. After feeling inadequate around other women she knew who were taller, curvier, just plain sexier - she wanted to hear someone who had no reason to butter her up just say that she was attractive too.

It was plain that he was telling the truth, but her eyes widened, leaving her blinking in surprise at the exact compliment. Finally, she giggled. "That might be more true than you realize, Jean," she said, leaning closer to his touch. "...thank you. You're a handsome, rugged man yourself."

Her response also cued his interest for a moment. Perhaps, she was an actual angel of sex that came from this world, and was using him for her ends? Bah, that was far too self indulgent. And she moved past it quickly enough that he didn't have time to ruminate.

"You're welcome," Jean replied as he remembered his manners. Then, he snuck the fingertips of the hand on her hip underneath her camisole, and ran them up. Maybe they would be better served getting on the bed soon? He started to try and goad her back again.

That would sincerely be the first time anyone had thought of her as an angel of sex, that's for sure. Even the shameless womanizer she hung out with wouldn't go there... and it wasn't worth explaining when they were already partway undressed.

Her breath was a little shaky as he slid fingers up under her camisole, ready to let him pull it off if he wanted too. Jean was nudging her towards the bed again, though, and as her legs bumped against it she took a seat, while reaching for the waist of Jean's pants to tug him with her.

First, just touching her breasts would be enough. One fit very easily into the palm of his hand. Ah, the wonderful, soft warmth of a good boob. Jean wondered how women weren't constantly fondling themselves, it must be so tempting.

(The secret was that they do, just when you're not looking.)

He made a strangled little sound as she pulled him forward, and just barely kept himself from toppling onto her by pulling a sort of bed-style kabedon and jamming a knee between hers to halt his fall. He didn't want to crush her! But she does manage to pull his pants down enough that something might be visible. Some happy trails, or maybe even a little bit of half-hard cock. He was aroused, but not full-mast yet.

He had more than enough hand for Colette. If more than a handful is a waste, what's less than a handful? But he was interested in her all the same. Somehow. It was fine, and she was even playing a little naughty with Jean, pulling him down after her, starting to get his pants off.

Looking back down, nearly pulling far enough to see... that. A penis. Up close, relative to how she usually didn't see them at all. "F-feeling... ready, right?"

00. Arrival

I. STARGAZER

II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

III. Eat Or Dare

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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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