TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

[erkumods]

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

Comments

[vaax]

vax laughs, but he doesn't know himself if it's necessarily humorous. it's a little dry, but the smile is real.

"very real. i don't know what happened after, or what life is like on exandria since then." he doesn't expand on that, either, and by now, he mostly just wants to know if beauregard will continue to ask questions. if he's intentionally cagey, maybe she'll keep digging. "i don't even know if killing a god is permanent."

a glance to the monk across the sand. "have you tried to fight a god?"

[flurry_of_beaus]

Beau makes a quiet thoughtful noise. She can imagine a god being killed or banished and then somehow making a comeback on the mortal plane through some minions or whatever.

She shakes her head in answer to the question.

"Nah, just his asinine, dickhole servants. Servant." She amends carefully to include only the singular, as it seems that most everyone following Obann was doing it against their will. Like Yasha.

"I mean, he was trying to unchain him, so it wasn't just like fighting some random zealots. This was a bad news combo."

[vaax]

"ah, yeah. cultist types, i know." he glances to beau, giving her a smirk that he saves for his cockiest moments. he's dealt with enough of them, too. he gets it.

"the chained oblivion?" he guesses, "maybe it's like a twenty year curse, or something. every so often one of the betrayer gods has to remind us what assholes they are."

he tugs at the braid in his hair with the blue feathers in it subconsciously, acknowledging that his own experience with gods is... shaky, at best.

"looks like you made it out okay, though."

[flurry_of_beaus]

Beau nods a little and realizes that he would get it, probably. Anyone who's that liked, in some way, by a god and has taken out another god probably has seen more than his fair share of cultists and the like. Probably bandits, beasts, monstrosities, you name it.

"Yeah, that's his name. And I hope it's not twenty years. That means I won't be in ass-kicking prime anymore to take him down a second time," she says, grinning faintly.

Then her expression sobers, just a touch, though she forces the smile to stay in place.

"Yeah, we all got out in one piece."