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TDM 010: PARTNER UP, PARTNER
| TDM 010: PARTNER UP, PARTNER |
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” barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. I. Laid Bare Basics There is a new addition to the scenery at the beach, and everyone is welcome! Especially new arrivals, who will be ushered to the recently-established Laid Bare Spa, where (provided they don't slip away from the bots' helpful grasp) their uncomfortably wet, sandy clothing will be stripped away and they will be lovingly pampered by the cold metal hands of the resident robots. Long-time Islanders and newbies alike are welcome to enjoy such amenities as hot and cold baths, sauna rooms, scrub-downs, thorough whippings with birch brooms, skin treatments, massage and energy work, and more! All rooms are thoughtfully decorated with tasteful murals of naked and disrobing bodies. Maybe you'll see someone you recognize?! (Maybe you'll see... you?) Islanders who happen to find their clothing mysteriously missing are welcome to borrow a Laid Bare branded towel to cover up with on their way home. II. Tattoo to You, Too The Augur understands that sometimes, it's difficult to find a partner to indulge you in those favorite Auspicious Acts - especially for new arrivals, but surely even long-time residents could benefit from a little assistance now and then. That is why ever-benevolent entity has gifted Her precious Islanders with tattoos which feature their most secret, urgent, and/or shameful of desires! (Even if that desire is to simply complete a Bingo.) The tattoo may be a picture or a word, and it can appear anywhere on the body. At first it is pleasantly warm to the touch, like a soft glow of light on your skin. It soon becomes apparent - through either robot advice or a notification on your communication device - that your task is to find a match for your tattoo and complete the depicted act with that person. The longer one goes without completing the act, the more the tattoo seems to heat up, until it feels like it is burning into your skin. Take too long, and the tattoo may become permanent. Otherwise, the tattoo will fade within hours of completing the Auspicious Act. [ For TDMers: feel free to select any favorite kink for this prompt! If you complete a kink that doesn't appear on your card, you may switch one square for the completed kink. For current players: by participating on (tagging into) this TDM, you may switch one kink into your card (it must be the kink in the toplevel prompt you responded to). ] III. Creepy Crawly Caterpillar Crawl Are you on the hunt for credits? Then have the robots got a task for you! The 'bots of the Nameless Island are recruiting Islanders to go bug collecting in the caves, crevices, and hollowed-out logs of the wilderness. The quarry? The (shudder - literally, the robots will shudder) doom-summoning harbinger bug. They describe these creepy creatures as fat, fuzzy, and rainbow-colored, with long, fluffy antennae that look like rabbit's ears. The robots describe these critters as so dangerous that Islanders should only hunt them in pairs. Should your team return successful, you both will be rewarded very handsomely for every caterpillar caught! The bugs are typically very docile and seem to enjoy soft pets, judging by the cooing and squeaking noises they make (especially to scritches behind their "ears"). Poke or disturb them however, and they may bite! Body parts bitten by angry caterpillars will swell up cartoonishly, and can only be treated by having someone else suck the venom out. Good thing you're traveling with a partner! The 'bots strongly recommend against keeping these little buggies as pets, but they're not your dad. N A V I G A T I O N |
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Shaun Gilmore | Critical Role | ota
... this was not what should have happened.
Shaun was shocked as he did not dimension door to the location he wanted but instead was unceremoniously dropped into the ocean. What ocean and where were not exactly on his mind at the moment. His magic had never... betrayed him like this before. On top of that he was not the world's best swimmer having grown up in a desert. This was a very bad situation that he could puzzle out once he reached the beach.
He struggled to shore, his robes weighing him down quiet a bit but he refused to make it easy for the waves to drag him under. Maybe he should have listened to Kima's advice about getting out of his shop more. The swim felt endless, the shore a distant vision... until his feet touched the sandy bottom and the relentless waves gentled the closer he got to shore. His fear lessened and he almost laughed at himself for being so dramatic. But, well, that's who he was, wasn't it?
As he struggled out of the water he was greeted by a group of helpful warforged who offered him towels and some sort of bracelet. He thanked them all politely before he started to wring water out of his robe mindful of the people around who probably saw his less than elegant entrance.
Wonderful.
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01. Laid Bare Spa
The warforged proved even more helpful in ushering Shaun to a bathing house which he desperately needed after that little swim. His hair would become unbearably curly and dry if he didn't wash the saltwater out of it before it dried. He was still a bit concerned about the situation. Dimension door shouldn't have dropped him here and he wasn't sure why it had but he contemplated that problem in the back of his mind as he stripped out of his water logged clothes.
"If you could just see those laundered for me, I would appreciate it," he said as he passed his clothes over to the warforged attended who took his clothes away without complaint. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went searching for a bath.
He soon found the hot baths, cast his towel aside, and walked up to his waist without a second of hesitation. Other bathers could enjoy the sight if they wish but Shaun's main goal was to wash up. The drying salt water on his skin was starting to itch something awful. He hoped this bath house provided soaps and lotions as he would need their best to bring his appearance back to acceptable.
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02. Tattoo - Praise Kink
At some point during his very relaxing massage Shaun noticed a little bit of a tingle on the inside of his forearm. He took a moment to itch it and then ignored it to focus on the very lovely hands massaging tension from his muscles. Yet, as the massage went on it was harder and harder to ignore the strange sensation on his arm.
"Pardon me a moment," he apologized to the masseur and sat up so that he could really look at his arm. His eyebrows went up in surprise. Written in quite clear ink was the word "praise kink" on the inside of his arm. The script was quite elegant and he would admire the penmanship if he knew who had done it. Well, magic most likely. This place seemed saturated in strange power. It would be a fascinating mystery to solve except he had this tattoo mystery to solve first.
His masseur was kind enough to explain Shaun needed to find someone else with a matching tattoo or it would get uncomfortable. He laughed and dismissed the warforge. The magic here was trying to indulge him in one of his most favorite acts. He adored showering praise on lovers.
Well, nothing for it but to wander the spa and see if anyone else was looking for the same act.
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but you can't take the introvert out of the half elf, he supposes. as much fun as he has playing pranks on fjord when he's distracted, as grateful as he is to have somewhere to retreat when he's overwhelmed, the cloudy weather on the island is beckoning him outdoors. the solitude will be nice.
or, that's what he assumes when he sets foot on the beach, boots in hand. what actually happens is he spots one familiar shaun gilmore from across the sand, smiling, being his charismatic self, and vax'ildan feels his stomach rise into his throat. how could he be here? no one else from tal'dorei is here, just wildemount-- how? what does he say? does he tell him the truth? does he run into his arms like he'd always wanted to?
vax's legs are frozen underneath him, not moving no matter how he wills them to. his hands tremble, and oh gods, he's going to throw up. he could hide from shaun, duck back into the treeline and save himself the trouble oh no it's too late shaun's coming his way help--
"... hey," he croaks when shaun is in earshot. vax clears his throat, then tries to continue, giving him a weak smile. "look what the displacer beast dragged in."
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02. just gonna go for it i guess!!
But there is the matter of the tattoo that has materialized on his skin seemingly from nowhere. Given its position on the back of his left shoulder, he hadn't even noticed it until it had begun to twinge. A careful look in the washroom mirror had spelled out two words in a decorative, scrawling script. Backwards in the mirror, but perfectly legible: praise kink. Gods. At least it's immediately clear that the Augur must be the source of the issue, as per usual. He has never had a tattoo before, and had never intended to get one--ironic as that may be--but he's fairly certain they aren't supposed to burn quite the way that this one does, even when their origin is not so esoteric.
A notification from the bracelet around his wrist tells him all he needs to know from there. None of his friends--the ones he is able to reach out to immediately, at least--share the same problem, so it seems he will have to find his solution elsewhere. At the Laid Bare Spa, specifically.
It occurs to him that wearing a bath robe that covers him more or less entirely shoulder to shin is not the most efficient solution when he is looking to find someone whose tattoo matches his. But he's keeping a careful eye out, and he's confident that with all of the skin on display here, he'll not miss what he's looking for, if it's to be found. And if not? He can always try the bathhouse. He isn't looking to be with just anyone--only the person required to remove the ink. And if it takes him a little more effort to find them, then so be it.
But in fact, it takes him less than thirty minutes of wandering and observation to spot those same words on someone else. The man lingering by the door to of one of the saunas is gorgeous, all warm brown skin and glossy dark hair, and carries himself with an easy confidence, clearly comfortable with himself even with little more than a towel around his waist. A little intimidating, to be honest. Even after three months on the island, Caleb has yet to be quite so forward with anyone--least of all someone so objectively beautiful. But beneath his terrycloth robe, the tattoo is warm against his skin.
So, with a steadying breath and determined resolve, Caleb approaches. His hair, loosely pulled back, falls in red waves over his left shoulder, and his pale skin is slightly flushed from the sticky warm atmosphere of the spa itself.
"I am sorry to bother you," he says by way of greeting. He's earnest, blue eyes intent, but speaks softly enough to keep their conversation private. "But the, ah, the words on your arm--they appeared just today, yes?"
So brave, Caleb. It's beautiful.
he's doing his best!
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This extended to bedroom activities, too. Praise him and he'd try even harder to please so he could get more of that praise. Maybe...maybe that's why he stopped when he saw Shaun's matching tattoo. Izō's was mostly hidden by his clothing, but the beginning of the worse 'praise' was clear enough on his forearm.
"Hey, you...Ya got somethin' like this, don't ya?"
He pulled his kimono sleeve up far enough so the other man could see it fully. Shaun's not a bad looking guy and he's not opposed to anonymous or nearly anonymous sex...Sometimes he could be shameless in getting what he wanted out of people.
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0 arrival
Despite being fairly sure the island will not allow anyone to drown, supposedly needing them, Kurama makes his way down to shore anyway, ready to help if need be, though instead he just sort of ends up looking at a very soaked individual and asking the only logical thing he can think of.
"Are you alright? You appeared to be struggling out there."
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01. Bath Chatter
Though he looked decidedly odd undressed, he didn't seem all that shy. Dressed only in golden horn caps and little golden chains from one to the other, he leaned to one side. "Hello, stranger." He was feeling his oats, today. "Want a hand?"
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2.
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1 because fuck it
i mean they could...
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rosetta | granblue fantasy
SPA, PT 2
TATTOOS
ETC
SPA PT1
Though fortunately, he does not seem put off by her request.]
Very well.
[Methodically, Dedue unbuttons the back of it. No doubt most would be absorbed in the allure of her appearance, and he does objectively see her as beautiful. However, he doesn't engage or ogle; instead, he seems more focused on the task asked of him.]
There. It is done.
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SPA, PT. 2
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spa pt2: electric shagaloo
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spa, pt 1!
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spa 1;
miss alexiel......
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Felix Hugo Fraldarius | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | OTA
One minute he was riding through the Fraldarius territory with Sylvain chatting his ear off, and the next he's coughing up sand and water. Briefly, he wonders if there was some kind of misplaced warp spell at play, but being sent clear to the ocean would be almost unheard of. He's never seen this place before. It's certainly not the cold climate of mist and pines he had just come from.
"Sylvain!" He wrings his overcoat out to very little effect, turning in place on the damp shore. "You know I hate jokes! I'm going to slice your stupid hands off at the wrists if you don't come out!" Yes, this is the part where the redhead would come out from behind a tree or one of the tents and reveal his absolutely hilarious ruse. Right?
Minutes pass in silence, and there's no irritating punchline. Felix can feel his stomach drop. More so when he reaches for a hilt and finds nothing but an empty scabbard on his hip. The swordsman curses under his breath, feeling acutely uncomfortable now, and regretting having shouted like that. Was this some kind of enemy tactic? They'd won though... not to say that there weren't enemies still to be rooted out, but in his own family's territory so far in? No- no time to ponder the why of the situation. He has to find cover, and perhaps from there he can suss out what kind of game is on here.
01 - Laid Bare Spa
The whole situation feels like a dream of sorts. Not one of the dreams where Dimitri is living in his fire place and eating the burned wood and Ingrid is talking backwards, perhaps a little more coherent. He can't say he isn't grateful to be able to wash the sand from his hair and a heated bath (no fire? no magic to make the water hot?). It's just all a bit much to take in. If it is a dream, it's one that he can't seem to rouse from, and if it's real... well. Irritating. Irritating in that way that irritating is a placeholder for scared and uncertain. At the very least he's not been attacked or harmed, but he's really not about to look for any kind of silver lining.
Despite being clean at the very least, he still looks like hell, and he can't find the damned hair tie now (did he put it on the edge of the tub?), they took his clothes who-knows-where to be dried and he's left looking like a bedraggled, angry animal in a towel. The bots are creepy as hell and totally useless to tell him where the last of his belongings went.
"Marvelous." He scoffs, pinching his nose as he sits down on the bench in the waiting room. It's unusual that he's really encountered a problem that he wouldn't deem fixable with a sword, but today he's been caught out and found lacking for other, more useful problem solving (Goddess help him he can almost feel Byleth's disappointed gaze boring through his mind at the realization).
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No matter his personal feelings, Dedue doesn't hesitate on this one. If there is him, then there could be more. Hopefully, His Highness is unharmed.
"This would be a very difficult prank to execute," Dedue says simply. He does not look much better, his armor and clothing having seen better when not, in fact, completely soaked from ocean water. It's not a pleasant feeling, and everything sticks, but Dedue deals with it, his expression giving nothing away.
"You are unharmed." It's not a question. He can see it for himself. "We should proceed into the island if we wish to find anyone familiar."
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spa!
Re: spa!
Re: spa!
Re: spa!
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2
Re: 2
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Spa
Re: Spa
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Spa!
Re: Spa!
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spa!
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⚘ Dedue Molinaro ⚘ Fire Emblem: Three Houses
[The last time he'd seen mechanisms like these were much larger, much more dangerous. Instead, these... machines are giving him items without much in the way of an explanation. It's frustrating, but they don't appear to be immediately dangerous, so he does simply leave them alone for the moment.
Walking on the sand is distinctly unpleasant, especially as waterlogged as he is, his clothes soaked underneath his armor. Not impossible to move, but certainly bothersome on top of everything else. Too many questions. How was he transported here? Where is he? Why was he dropped in an ocean? Where are the others?
Such a quick way to spoil the victory of a war, he supposes. One could not relax for too long indeed.
So he marches forward, scowling a bit more than usual, and decides he will attempt to determine where he is. Perhaps he will find another person here to question.]
⚘ 02 SPA DAY
[Dedue stands before the spa, and is silent for about five minutes.]
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[Eventually, he says:]
No.
[He goes to walk away.]
⚘ 03 TATTOO | AUTHORITY
[This is a problem on top of his other problems.
Unlucky enough that his armor is needing to be properly cared for after being in salt water, Dedue is wearing more basic clothing -- which does leave his arms exposed. There is a mark on the inside of his right arm. A crown, of course.
And as time goes on, it becomes warmer and warmer.
Silently, Dedue takes his scarf and winds it around the mark. It can be addressed later. Or never. There are certainly more pressing matters.]
spa day
Dedue!
[He calls out, jogging a bit to catch up to him before he leaves.]
You're here too!? You must have just gotten here... [Surely Ashe hasn't missed him...]
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Arrival
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2 (+ maybe 3?? who knows!!)
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3
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Arrival
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look it's 3 because I can't resist but not necessarily because I expect anything to happen
you cant be blamed
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Crystallis Ra-Lyn | Final Fantasy XIV (Warrior of Light OC)
She really doesn't have time for this. Garlean forces have been driven back, the Scions in mysterious comas, she's being called by some mysterious force to travel to another world... sure, it was another day for Crystallis, but washing up on a shore in a place nowhere near Costa la Sol or the Confederate's home - despite the distance - was not what she wanted to deal with.
"Guh, must... must thank the Kojin again for their gift..." she gasped out. Slowly, she got to her feet and began to try and dust off the sand from her glamored armor, transformed to resemble the Scion outfit Tataru painstakingly made. "She's going to kill me if this gets ruined..."
"Right now... where am I?"
Laid Bare Basics
A spa? Well, she could certainly use the clean up and pampering. She could use the downtime. With the aid of the robots, her ocean-and-sand covered clothes were removed, exposing her toned and battle-scared body before it was recovered with a robe. She'll be guided to one of the baths so she can be washed off of all sand and be made better.
Of course, Crystallis could do this all by herself - being a Miqo'te, she could easily wash herself off using her tail reaching the hard-to-reach spots. It was a skill she learned prior to arriving in Gridania and her desire to handle things on her own at times. But, she wanted help. Wanted some sort of company. She hates to admit it, but seeing the Scions fall like that, especially Alisaie, scared the wits out of her.
"Hey! Excuse me?" She called out to the first person she spotted. "Would you be a dear and help a weary fighter scrub herself?" She smiled warmly at the person, hoping that they would help.
Tattoo to You, too
Ooookay. This was unqiue. Crystallis was not one for markings. She found the idea of marring her skin like that ridiculous. Scars were more than enough. Which was why she was surprised as she found herself looking at the back of her right arm, bearing the phrase "Hurt/Comfort".
"Huh? What's this?" she asked herself. Her other arm bore the phrase "Fighting". "Okay, this is ridiculous. Whoever put these on my arm can go ahead and get rid of them!"
Wildcard
(OoC: Got an idea? Hit me up!)
Arshes Nei | Bastard!! | OTA
The last thing Arshes is aware of before she hits the water is partially waking from sleep, as if her body knew something was about to happen and had prepared her for it the best it could.
Though naturally there's no way she expects water, or else she would have been better prepared to hold her breath. Not that the shock or water in her mouth stop her.
Grateful that she's not wearing armor, Arshes adjusts quickly and swims towards shore, only taking a moment to breathe and let her lungs clear once she reaches it and before she can be bothered by the metallic residents.
Said residents which she has a very high desire to shock when she sees the bracelet and what it contains. What sort of place was this?
02. Spa
Still unamused by the bracelet, Arshes takes the invitation to the spa, glancing around with a very deep scowl. First she's dumped in salt water and now brought to a bath house that obviously is meant for both sexes?
She's getting the point to some extent, though if these things think she's playing along so easily, they don't know the Thunder Empress one bit.
Stripping, seeing no reason not to take the offer of a hot bath after her ordeal, anyone around will find that Arshes struts along quite comfortably without her clothes. Though they will also find that she is paying no attention to any onlookers and has an air of "leave me the fuck alone" all around her.
03. Tattoo
The half-elf doesn't notice the tattoo at first, like everyone she wouldn't expect it, but once she does and its reasoning is explained, there is a little smirk on her face, followed quickly by a deep, amused laugh.
Really, this place knows her if it's thinking she likes electricity play. After all, it is sort of her speciality, and she can feel she has enough power for a few sparks and shocks.
But more hysterical is that she's not fond of stangers in the slightest, and now she has to find someone who she might consider worthy and who enjoys it?
This place could fuck itself for all she cared, though eventually she'll go looking once the tattoo begins to burn.
[ooc; She's not very nice to strangers, though warmer towards women. Approach as you will with that warning. Also she is half dark elf and half human]
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That was when Nei, and her tattoo, had caught her eye, going slightly wide. She'd seen a few of them already, and it took very little for her logic paths to connect their significance with the island's usual... inclinations.
But that one in particular... why did it have her blushing particularly hard, just staring at Nei? ]
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Diluc Ragnvindr | Genshin Impact
I. SPA DAY
[ After scouring the city and island, with very little to show for it, Diluc allows himself a trip to the spa if only to slough off the grime from his body. He hasn't found anyone he'd been looking for (his associates or his friends, not even his enemies), nor has he discovered a way off the island, so he's far too busy brooding to pay heed to the crude murals adorning the facility, much less relax.
He's just eager to be clean and to have his clothing properly laundered (he'd scrubbed the sand out himself earlier, though the smell of brine still clings to it), and once he's finished bathing he doesn't linger.
((OPTION A))
—Until he discovers his clothes missing. He frowns, checking the area twice, a third time... You may find him hovering suspiciously close to your character's belongings, if only because he's trying to track down his own.
((OPTION B))
—Or, he notices that perhaps your clothes have gone missing. He'll shrug off his ostentatiously ornate jacket and offer it to you, with a caveat, ]
You may borrow it, but I ask that you return it in the same condition.
[ Sorry homie, he's only got the one set of clothing on him right now... (Right, he should probably stay long enough to get your name, too.) ]
III. CATERPILLAR CRAWL
[ All the mora in Mondstadt would do Diluc no good here, so hunting for credits it is. Either he's been bitten—on his hand, or ankle—and will (reluctantly) ask your character to assist, or the other way around: ]
...Hold still. I'll extract the poison.
[ With his mouth... At least he won't make a fuss of it, unless you give him reason to. ]
WILDCARD
[ None of the above catches your interest? Feel free to throw him into a random scenario. (Not offering smut at this time, though other suggestive content/flirting/etc. is absolutely fine!) ]
>> CLOSED
[ And of course, Diluc will find the familiar lines of a calla lily emblazoned on his forearm. The stem of it, elongated and stylized, curls like a ribbon in an open-ended (incomplete) embrace, and before he even receives the electronic missive on his bracelet, he feels a sharp and unpleasant pinch somewhere between his chest and his gut.
First, there can only be one person this tattoo leads to; second, that person must actually be here, somewhere on this godsforsaken island; and third, Diluc is supposed to track him down of his own accord.
...He needs a moment to quell the headache rapidly building between his temples, and he slips his eyes shut, exhaling through his nose. There's confusion, dread, and relief boiling together in a noxious cloud, simmering beneath it all resentment. (And regret.) ]
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[ He'll ignore it.
That is, he'll ignore it until he no longer can, the warm glow of the tattoo exacerbated by his reluctance and transformed into an angry, searing burn. It digs into his nerves, twists his fingers with pain, and he's forced to decide that his pride isn't worth the grievous inconvenience of losing use of a limb. (...Or causing the same agony to the one bearing the other half of his mark.)
And so he steels himself and enters the city—it's a long shot, and he has no idea how much time is left before... something happens, but he reminds himself there are a number of ways of finding people here. His bracelet, for one, the mechanized creatures, for another.
But first, he'll stick with his instincts; they've served him well enough up to this point. He makes for The Dive, because if there's anywhere Kaeya might go to acquaint himself with a foreign city, it would be a tavern. ]
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Matt Jamison | OC, the worst sex mage you've never heard of | OTA, immediately NSFW
00. arrival (aka instant nudity)
Self-care: it's so important. So one night after class, Matt lights some candles and draws himself a ritual bath. The spell isn't anything fancy--a meditation for emotional renewal and good luck in future hookups. He inks some sigils on his stomach and arms, fashions his painstakingly curated flowers into two bracelets and a crown, and lowers himself into the warm water.
He wakes up … somewhere else.
"Ff--?"
That's salt water in his mouth, so: already bad. Matt tries to sit up, only to find that the water is suddenly a lot deeper, and around him there's no bathtub. There's nothing but horizon and shore.
Cue a 100% naked mage staggering from the sea like a lightly tattooed Venus, only a gangly and horrified one who's spitting out seawater. He smells like lavender bath salts, there are mystical symbols on his body, and he's adorned in wet and droopy flowers: sprigs of yerba santa, carnation blossoms, and pink roses. Though he's rapidly becoming un-adorned as he rips off the flower crown to cover his groin. (His dick is, you know, normal. Circumcised, average, nicely shaped, surrounded by a thatch of dark hair. Still, a bad first impression.)
Great!!!
01. laid bare spa
Well, at least Matt can get his self-care after all. He's given a hot bath, has unguents rubbed into his skin, and gets a technically proficient but deeply weird robot massage.
He even has the chance to inquire about energy work! "This is the whitest thing I've ever said, but … do you think there's anything you can do for my chakras?"
At long last, when he's done, Matt is given a Laid Bare towel.
Just a towel. You know, enough to cover half his hip tattoo and that's it.
He kind of stares at the robot, hoping there'll be more fabric forthcoming, but there is not. Eventually, denial dissipates and bargaining sets in.
"Oh, please don't make me walk of shame out of here. Can I trade you something? Anything?"
03. caterpillar crawl
Bizarrely, not only does Matt get real clothes the very next day, but they include one of his favorite band tees. It features a faux movie poster that pulpily declares SCANDAL AT THE CONVENT!
When the robots come around asking for volunteers, he awkwardly raises a hand.
"I can go check it out," he offers. "I mean, contrary to how it might look, I can handle myself, so if anyone needs a partner …"
wildcard!
Wildcard me up, friends. He will totally tattoo, explore the city, whatever. Character info on Matt can be found here and his kink list is here.
01. laid bare spa
It's as she's sauntering into one such room that she catches sight of the half-naked mage and the robot that, she presumes, will be giving her her massage in a moment. She, too, is dressed only in a towel, but she lucked out with one of those sheet-like towels that she can wrap around her chest and falls to mid-thigh.
"Hey, guy, it's a spa. It's fine."
Of course, as she says that, she's walking over to encourage him to leave when she spots the interesting tattoos. She pokes the one on his chest.
"What kind of flower is that?" she asks, perfectly okay with moderately invading his space. She's got her own tattoo, glimmering faintly but hidden on the back of her shoulders.
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hope you're ready for embarassing caterpillar-induced situations
omg yes this is my dreams coming true
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Caspar Von Bergliez | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | OTA
Well that was certainly something. One minute he's pestering Linhardt to wake up and come get dinner with him and the next he's got a mouth full of seaweed and salt water. It's hard to actually surface at first, which was was up again? When he does get a breath of air, he sputters and coughs, rolling onto the (slightly less wet) sand.
"Pah- agh. Okay? Okay okay okay. Uhhhh." He sits up, emptying his armor of the pools of water and oh- there's a fish in there! Too little to eat, so back in the water it goes. "Liiiiiin? Helloooo? You warped me too far, buddy." It wouldn't be the first time he'd been zapped to a different location for annoying his friend when he was napping. It wouldn't be the fifth time or even the fifteenth if he was being honest.
"Wait a sec... this is....? Where? Anyone here?" He answers that when he turns a few circles and finds no one. Cupping his hands around his mouth to project his already too-loud voice. "HELLOOOOOOOOOOO!"
01 - Spa
Well, despite this place being a little wild, he can't really argue with this level of pampering. Quite the menu, and a lot of stuff he's never heard of. If he's going to be lost he might as well make the most of it! He gladly shrugged off his armor and clothes of cleaning, and given the choice, decided he simply would go without a towel. He hadn't seen human person here yet, and gladly went with the most comfortable option. Why bother with modesty when you're alone and probably going to be bathing anyways?
"Massages?!" He asks, delighted to himself as he reads things over. "Wow. I guess this is like a free vacation."
The weird murals don't see to phase him. It made sense. He had sided with the Kingdom when Edelgard had gone off the rails a little too hard, and they won. It makes sense that there would be some awesome paintings of Dimitri around. He quietly appreciates how fast they were able to produce them though... probably Ignatz's work, he decides, pleased with having deduced that all by himself.
02 - Tattoo (Feather play)
"Ow." He slaps at the irritating mark on his neck. "Ow." Again. The slapping doesn't seem to be alleviating the itch. That doesn't stop him from slapping it again. The clear feather-print. He had tried to ignore it at first, but he found it much harder as the day went on. It's starting to feel like a bug bite or a sun burn and now it's raw from scratching and fussing with it. What a strange sensation. Not wholly unpleasant but wow, he cannot get his mind off of it.
Far be it from him to be able to discern his deep desires. He would sit there all day, slapping, itching, muttering about it forlornly.
02 Because obliviousness is fantastic and because Catnap is broken if you think about it for 2 sec
But how does he even have a tattoo? Even if the Augur can give him one, he clearly wasn't conscious for the process, so shouldn't it have healed when he slept? Linhardt sighs and looks over his notes again. No. This doesn't make any sense.
One of the few advantages to using paper instead of the bracelets or a computer is that paper can be balled up and thrown in frustration. Just to make it clear that he is Not Amused by the Augur's subversion of his basic biology, Linhardt calls up a gust of wind to throw the paper at the speed he feels conveys his frustration.
The balled-up piece of paper bounces off someone's head, because of course it does. Goddess, that's not what he needs. A conversation. Wait. That's.
He actually stands up from his nap-and-study space to walk over to the head of bright hair that Linhardt is certain can't be who he thinks it is. Is it?
It is. That's Caspar. Well. Should he be glad or upset? Linhardt isn't entirely sure. After a second, he settles on: if Caspar has to be kidnapped, he's glad they're sharing the situation.
"As much fun as it is to watch you hit yourself, I don't think that's going to fix the situation." He announces his presence with the usual shake of his head, though he does reach out a now glowing hand to ease the redness around the tattoo on Caspar's neck even if he can't do anything about the underlying irritation.
"I took a nap and this still hurts." Linhardt shows his friend his own matching tattoo, "Is this what it's like to be you? You wake up aching all the time?"
No wonder others didn't understand his love of a good nap: Linhardt always woke up feeling rather amazing aside from the lingering drowsiness. Papercuts, hangnails, any of the bruises or muscle pain he's sustained if Caspar's dragged him into training... they all melt away after a proper sleep. Other people still hurt when they wake up? Linhardt had known this, but feeling it is something else entirely.
"Oh, I probably should have said hello and gotten information on your Fodlan first." Because while Linhardt will absolutely ignore etiquette, he rarely ignores good data collection opportunities.
Linhardt really is glad to see Caspar. A Caspar. Any Caspar. He can't imagine any Fodlan in which they aren't themselves.
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01 because I just keep tagging the spa stuff ig
I am so sorry Ashe
he should have expected this
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00, gotta complete the set
THANKS DAD
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OOPS SORRY CONSTANCE
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Mikazuki Augus | Gundam: IBO
↘ Spa
↘ Tattoo
↘ Hangar
[ ooc: For reference: Mika is 17. His right eye is mostly blind and his right arm is paralyzed. ]
Hangar
It appeared there was movement up there? Curious, Zechs called up to him, "Good afternoon."
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tattoo!!!
Quatre Raberba Winner | Gundam Wing | OTA
[He's floating and being carried until he sinks beneath the waves for a moment. He takes in a breath and it's salt water and Quatre's eyes fly open. Had he been in a crash? Thrown from his mobile suit? No--Sandrock is gone. And he's in the ocean. He orients himself and kicks, pushing himself up until he breaks the surface. His lungs burn until he takes in a clear breath and blinks. To shore is very close and he swims the rest of the way, tired and confused.
He has the urge to collapse on the wet sand but doesn't. Instead he is on his knees, coughing a bit of salt water out and brushing his hands through his wet hair.
Not that he has much time to process anything before the robots are there, trying to bundle up and take him off somewhere.]
I'd thank you, but I'm not sure you're trying to help me or abduct me...
[Again?]
I.A. Laid Bare Spa
[Everything moves quickly after that, but he knows never to turn down the chance to get sand out of all the plances most people would never think it could get. So he goes to this "spa" and finds himself manhandled by robots seeking to take his clothes. He does cut in and firmly refuse to allow them to "help" him as they keep insisting on doing.]
I can handle that on my own, thank you. If you'd leave the towels behind.
[The robot seems a bit offended, but eventually does leave the towels and Quatre takes the time to look around this room and see who else might be here. He's used to being in a large group of men, so it's not as if he's bashful about taking off his clothes around other people, but that doesn't mean he's not aware of other people's potential discomfort.]
Please excuse the ruckus. I hope it didn't bother you much.
[Had he maybe been getting a little loud in his firm rejections of the robot's handling? Yes, maybe he had. But he wasn't going to be be embarrassed by it. It's been a strange day and he's allowed to have a temper.]
I.B. Baring It All
[And now he finds they had no intention of returning his clothing to him whatsoever. Quatre is left either hiding within the spa's rooms or decided to make whatever trek he had to out of the building in only a towel. Neither of these options were particularly endearing to him...
There was the option of breaking into one of the lockers in the locker room and stealing someone else's clothes, if there happened to be any. He could always leave a note apologizing and offering to repay them somehow...
And that is when he turns a corner back toward the other locker rooms and sees a new wall filled with the artistic depictions of naked patrons. Some of those patrons do seem...rather familiar. It's enough to make Quatre stop and focus on the art when before he had chosen to pertinently ignore it.]
Really...?
[Someone walking through the hall by the barely clothed young man might even notice themselves on the wall, skin bare, arms raised, eyes turned out to look at whoever may be passing by. And they might notice the portrait close to theirs of a blond young man with his back turned, not a stitch of clothing on him as cloth is held off in one hand, dangling to the ground. Quatre for his part is darkly muttering.]
Well, at least the bothered to leave something for myself.
II. Tattoo to You
[The tattoo was a bit...worrisome, to say the least. The fact that he only found it because the heat emanating from it was enough to make him use his bracelet to get a good shot of whatever was affecting his face says he shouldn't trust it by means. The fact that it happens to be fingerprints and scratch marks on both sides of his jaw and down his neck--like someone was grabbing his face roughly--is actually the worst part. It looks as if he got into a fight and lost.
He doesn't have much in the way of clothing, but he's doing his best to keep the area obscured by a makeshift scarf. The weather suitable for scarves so hopefully no one bothers to ask him about it. But then he starts noticing he's not the only one with tattoos in questionable areas. His own almost seems to heat up even more in response.]
Excuse me, could I as you a quick question. If you don't mind.
III. Cutie Pillars!
[He's still learning how just important "credits" are or aren't around here, but when the opportunity arises, Quatre isn't going to reject it. The robots certainly do seem unsettled by this little insects and he wants to see what they are all about. He's taking precautions, but that means he needs a partner. If he sees you and doesn't feel anything off about you--then he'll be more than happy to walk up to you and offer to work together.]
They say working in pairs is the most effective. I'm Quatre. Would you mind joining forces for the sake of the mission?
[He says it in a rather teasing way, hoping to charm them.]
IV. WILDCARD
[I am also open anything else someone might have in mind. You can write up a starter and I'll roll with it, or poke me and I'll write up something more specific for you! Quatre is newish 17, bi and leans more toward men, and has a weird kind of empathy he calls Space Heart that he doesn't understand completely but he Feels Shit. Plurk is
IB & II
So the spa got to deal with at least one angry teenager stalking down its hallways, a little too fast. All the better to evade their hosts. All the better to plow into a naked Quatre at full speed.]
Quatre?! [What are you doing here, why are you— ah, you're naked. Of course you are.] Ah.
[And then, like the gentleman he is apparantly compelled to be, he shrugs off the white tunic and offers it to Quatre without further commentary. Underneath, he's dressed as he was during the war, sleeveless blue and— oh, a tattoo? Inked-on bruises on his now-bare arms, in the shape of hands and fingers, as if someone had struggled against his grip enough to leave marks as they failed. Just take it, Winner.]
Have a little dignity.
Re: IB & II
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Princess Ayeka | Tenchi Muyo!
“What is going on here?! Where am I?! Who did this?!”
Ayeka was not in a good mood. She honestly did not like the fact that she was spirited away to another world as she was more than certain this was either another enemy attack or Washu messing around. Trudging along the beach in soggy robes, the princess stopped as she spotted someone nearby.
“You! Tell me what’s going on!”
Spa
Ayeka sighed as she slid into one of the baths, relaxing. It was mostly a way to calm down and get herself clean, though she found herself lost in her thoughts, uncertain of her next move.
“So, what do I do now?” She asked before she started to sink her head under the water while in thought...
Tattoo
“...this wasn’t here before.” Ayeka blinked as she looked at the word on her arm. ‘Cuddling’. “What is with this? How do I get it off?”
She rubbed her arm a few times before noticing a couple of things: it was warm and it was not coming off.
“What nonsense...” she grumbled as she covered it with her sleeve, not realizing a second on her neck: a whip.
Wildcard
(OoC: Got an idea? Hit me up!)
aerith gainsborough, ffviir.
❃ a strange greeting. —
LAID BARE SPA.
❪ cw: nsfw. i'm willing to explore the tattoo to you, too with either of the below prompts, depending on which setting tugs you must! aerith's tattoo will combine auspicious acts rough sex and hair pulling. you can also find other kinks of hers here, if you'd like to find some mutual grounds and ~magically alter their tattoos to fit. ❫
❃ a welcome message. —
❃ a foreign retreat — (hot tubs.)
❃ twin marks — (reader's choice.)
Twin Marks
[And approaching Aerith is a cat girl with a towel wrapped around her, barely covering her chest and crotch.]
Name's Crystallis Ra-Lyn. I'm the oddball-named Miqo'te.
(OoC: I can easily adjust to your tattoos if we go in that direction!)
twin marks.
brb cryin
tent time;
GRIPS
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excella gionne | resident evil
[ Washing up on a beach like so much driftwood would have been the most awful thing to happen to her, if not for what had happened just before her arrival. Excella rises from the sand groggily, a wide-eyed look on her face. Was this heaven? No, that was asinine superstition. Some last flash of her last synapse before she perished?
Whatever this place was...it persisted. Once towelled off and led off the beach, Excella reacted the only way she knew how to the battered old barracks she had been led to: lashing out with her acid tongue. ]
You expect me to stay here? Your functioning must be faulty, if you think I would lay a finger on this infested place. Take me somewhere better, this instant!
[ And the robot gets a sharp shove for good measure. She doesn't look her best right now - the designer dress is ruined, the heels are waterlogged, and her hair is a wreck - but that doesn't stop her from acting just as haughty as ever.
It's either that, or deal with what just happened to her. ]
laid bare spa;
Mm...very good. This is much more like it.
[ Guided to a luxury spa, given a massage - even if by robotic hands - and soaking in a warm pool after a long sauna session has restored her immensely. Being immersed in the water covers her enough - and really, isn't it a gift to everyone else that they might get to look at her? She certainly thinks so.
A small issue might come when she's done bathing and all they can give her to wear is a towel...but surely that won't happen. Not on top of everything else. ]
Ji-Anth Xur | Original
♦ LAID BARE
♦ CREEPY CRAWLIES
♦ WILDCARD
laid bare!
He's just ... never seen anyone who looks like them before? In terms of gills and webbed hands. The teal is striking, something he associates with birds or tropical fish. At the same time, Matt's obscurely pleased to note that they're tattoo and facial scar buddies: His own ink is an emerald lotus over his heart; a stylized half-monkey, half-man curling over his right hip (only part of it visible above his towel); and a gray-and-black circle over his left shoulder, studded with ancient languages. ]
Hm?
Like ... that person?
[ Matt tips his head in the third party's direction, then peers back at the mural.
There is a striking resemblance. ]
Maybe they're a regular, [ he murmurs, sidling closer so he won't be overheard. At this distance, the hairline scar across his cheek is more visible. ] And this is like a wall of fame or something.
[ He doesn't sound convinced. ]
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Shinso Hitoshi | My Hero Academia
["Disorienting" isn't even the half of it. Shinso doesn't know why he's waking on a beach instead of his own bed, staring up at cloudy skies and unfamiliar scenery. It's too real for a dream... an illusion quirk, maybe? Or one involving teleportation, like with the League. He shudders to imagine it; even as safe as they all should be in the UA dorms, it's hard to assume complete protection from any and every threat society has to offer these days.
Or maybe the shudder is just from the chill of the water lapping around him. He's slow to get to his feet, but when he does, he's at least given a towel and- huh, a bracelet. Odd, but okay. He stows the bracelet in his pocket rather than putting it on but keeps the towel, peeling off his sopping blazer before hugging it around his shoulders. Looking around, Shinso doesn't see anyone familiar, not even anyone in the same uniform. Hard to say if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
So he walks off and finds somewhere to sit, sullen and wary and still way too soggy, willing the rest of his clothes to air dry faster in vain. When someone stops near him, he glances up. Bracelet, no stack of towels, presumably human. It's worth a shot.]
Weird way to wake up, huh?
I. Laid Bare Basics
a.
[Rather than continue to shiver in wet clothes, Shinso shuffles to the nearest building and seems to luck out when it's a spa. Being undressed instead of doing it himself is beyond awkward, the brushes on his skin are cold. More robots, so at least that makes it a little less embarrassing.
The bath isn't a fix-all, but it helps his overall mood to wash off and sink into the hot water for a while. Slumping until he's mostly submerged, Shinso closes his eyes for a moment and tries to let his mind catch up to him with everything. It's impossible, but so far this place seems... suspect, rather than inherently dangerous. Easy enough to keep his eyes shut as he hears the gentle slosh of movement of others in the water nearby.]
b.
[Shinso's usual training routine isn't easy. His teacher hadn't softened things when he said it would be hard; he'd have to put the work in, more than most even just to catch up to his peers. And he's been up to task. The usual soreness he routinely carries from working out isn't great, but he's used to it now, not quite as bad as it was when he'd first started.
Even a backrub to ease his muscles would have sounded nice enough, so the offer for an entire massage is too good to pass up. Having cold hands on him is still strange, but it's kind of pleasant after soaking in the heat of the bath for so long, and robot seems to know precisely what it's doing. Face-down on one of the massage tables, he hisses towards the floor as metal fingers dig into a spot that twinges when pressed.]
Ow, ow- no, that's a good "ow." Keep going.
[It hurts, but it feels a little better each time the pressure eases back off. Yeah, he's going to get spoiled at this rate.]
III. Creepy Crawly Caterpillar Crawl
[It's safe to assume no matter what he's heard so far that he's going to need money in this place if he's going to be here longer than a day or two. Signing up to go bug-hunting of all things sounds doable enough. From the description, they shouldn't be too hard to spot if he comes across one.
Venomous rainbow caterpillars, huh? This place only seems weirder and weirder the longer he's here, and it's only been a few hours.
Working in pairs isn't his preference, but that's doable too. Standing around and watching the other residents, he waits until he spots someone else talking to the bots about it, or maybe looking around searchingly like they're in need of another person to set out alongside. Unceremoniously as ever, he approaches, his tone and expression mostly flat, hand fidgeting against the back of his neck.]
Hey. Want to work together?
(OOC: will match brackets/prose and post length. shinso is 16 at his canon point, so factor that in as needed. he has the ability to brainwash people; if you're interested in having him use his quirk, dm me or hmu on disco (syntheticoid#7133) so we can plot first.)
Xiao | Genshin Impact
[Those who happen to be exploring the beach may see a figure in the distance, isolated as he watches the robots crawling the shore. At first glance, he appears youthful, maybe a little lost, but as one studies him, they will be able to see the tension in his shoulders, the determined expression etched into his features, his body a taut line ready to snap - to battle.
In truth, Xiao is not youthful, nor is he human. And that weight on his shoulders is no ordinary burden.
Like the other new arrivals, he was spit up by the sea and deposited on the shore, into the hands of those robots. But unlike those who allow themselves to be ushered into the spa, he had stalked off immediately after receiving his bracelet, rejecting the towel and spa excursion entirely.
As such, he's still dripping with water and plastered with sand, though he makes no attempt to do anything about it. He's too busy running his fingers over the mask on his hip, as though considering putting it on.
Are you a newcomer? Did you happen to be cast onto the shore right next to Xiao, only to have a robot encroach on your space to hand you a towel? Or maybe you already received your welcome package and a robot is currently attempting to push you toward the spa. Either way, he'll gladly step in front of the offending machine, with a curt but well-meaning:]
Stand back.
[Because his duty is to protect, and he will extend that to whomever needs his aid against suspicious robots.
...Or perhaps you just want to say hello? Feel free to approach him.]
02. Tattoo
[It may not be obvious at first, given that his arm is already covered by tattoos, but nestled in the crook of his arm, colored in a similar shade of green, is a tattoo that doesn't match the tone of the others: one hand resting atop another, a symbol of touch perhaps, or maybe comfort.
Xiao ignores it. Even as it starts to burn, even as the pain reaches a near-intolerable level, Xiao ignores it.
He has existed for somewhere around two thousand years - and he has suffered throughout much of that time. A little physical pain is nothing - nothing, he insists to himself. He's been through worse and come out of it with his sanity still in tact, if not his karma.
But here...here there is no one to play a flute to still his mind; there is no one here capable of giving him a much-needed moment of peace.
So if someone happens to pass him by despite his best efforts to isolate himself in a more remote area of the beach, they may catch sight of him clenching his fists. They may hear him growl. They may even hear him say it to himself, low, firm, but with a quaver:]
This is nothing.
03. Wildcard
(Open to other general scenarios (no smut just yet). If you want to work out details feel free to PM me!)
1-ish! just lmk if you want changes
or: kaeya is schemin', as kaeya is wont to do? it's why he initially hangs back as he spies someone daring to go toe-to-toe with a particularly persistent robot, waiting to see if any assistance is required—and if said assistance would be worth his while. the robots are pushy, yes, but not hostile; he doubts this person is in any sort of danger.
and yet something catches his eye all the same: the familiar glint of what appears to be a vision, attached just above this stranger's wrist. interesting! so interesting, in fact, that kaeya soon presses forward, sidling right up to this strange scene.]
Now, now. There's no need to fight.
[hi, buddy. hello. hope you don't mind kaeya draping this towel right over your head, because that's precisely what kaeya is doing before addressing the robot.]
See? All taken care of. [which means little, coming from him, so as he glances over at this newcomber—] Isn't that right?
[the robot is ~watching~, as much as a robot can—and while kaeya can't wink, the energy is definitely there. a winking vibe... can u feel it...]
same with this, lmk if anything needs to be changed!
it's perfect... sorry, xiao 😔
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mariska rosewood | oc | ota
[ Waking up face-down in the sand on a mysterious beach, under a terrifyingly empty sky. Not the worst morning she's ever had...but it's right up there.
Mariska drags herself to her feet and tries to get her bearings. Mind already whirring, she grills the robots all the way off the beach. What is this place? Who brought her here? What's this device? You need me to do what?!
It's a lot to take in. She arrives at the barracks needing a nap as much as a shower. The robots leave her there; she casts an eye around the room, sighs softly, and shakes her hair out to tug it back into a less sand-and-waterlogged ponytail. ]
Well, this is...a lot. [ To whoever's nearby, she shoots a look and a crooked smile. ] Come here often?
spa;
[ It's a bit early to nap, but fortunately, the shower is a possibility. Even better: a soak in a big, warm open-air bath filled with all sorts of intoxicating perfumes. Mariska soaks long enough, working methodically through the data she's already gathered, that she does nearly nod off right there in the water.
It's only when she decides she's had enough that another problem occurs. Lifting herself from the water, she wraps herself in a towel and goes looking for...something that's not a towel.
Once again, she'll catch whoever's nearby, whether they look like they want to talk or not. ]
Uh, hey. Hello. Do you know where I can find, like, a robe around here or something? My clothes are kinda... [ A glance around. ] MIA. And probably still full of sand.
caterpillar;
[ Tracking down weird occult things. Now this is much more in her wheelhouse. Mariska feels a little naked without her service pistol at her side, but a partner goes a long way to reassuring her. ]
I'm sure it'll be fine. They're just caterpillars, right? Unless they can grow to ten times their size and have, like, four rows of teeth hidden away, the worst we'd have to worry about is venom.
[ Which makes something occur to her. She turns towards her partner. ]
Have you ever dealt with something like this before? Collecting bugs? I don't think I even did it as a kid.
arrival
And she didn't, she never did much that she shouldn't. Not after discovering the cost of being herself vs being the god her people needed. She could do this, too, to get back to them. Whatever "this" really was.
Lexa cooperated with the strange machines until she was set loose in a bunker. She could not punch metal, she didn't have her swords or Clarke's guns or anything more useful than her mind so she bided her time and watched.
In the barracks she finds herself a bed with a wall at the foot and side so she has fewer concerns about attackers and sits there, observing and letting herself look small and young. It always fooled people, there was no reason it wouldn't here. When another woman arrives she watches her out of the corner of her eye but says nothing... until she is spoken too.]
No. I have only just arrived. [A truth that is no danger, it costs her nothing.] Others seem to be at peace with the place and have been here longer.
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