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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 |
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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There's nothing leering about his gaze (that she can feel), no lingering touch in his fingers, and though he's certainly has good looks in spades, she doesn't see any reason to mercilessly tease him. At least not yet. ]
You're very kind. [ She means it, genuinely. ] Unfortunately, it seems as though I might need your assistance a little longer...?
[ Unless he doesn't mind the sight of a naked woman in front of him prowling around in search of something dry her hair with. ]
Are there any robes nearby, by any chance?
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[Nudity is not something that bothers Dedue, but he understands that a level of decency is expected in most places. At her request, he rises up and goes to fetch her one. Though he has other matters to be concerned with, he's not cold or cruel enough to turn away from her.]
Here. [He unravels the robe, holding it open for her to slip into, just meeting her body if she deems it necessary to conceal herself from his eyes.]
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The armor (assuming he's wearing it) is a familiar enough sight to her and tells her enough about the type of role he might have fit into were he not displaced onto this island. She finds herself curious about him, about the reasons behind his quiet demeanor and amenable attitude.
He offers out the robe; instead of stepping into it and dropping her own dress in the process, she looks up at him. ]
You should disrobe as well, if you have nowhere else to be. Even if you do, you'll feel far more refreshed if you aren't soaking well as you travel.
[ Her gaze is kind as she offers up her suggestion, devoid (momentarily) of any flirtatious intent. ]
SPA, PT. 2
The murals, however... Well, that is crossing a certain line. Diluc is a man who keeps his business (that isn't his winery) strictly to himself; he doesn't deign to fraternize with anyone else in the spa, other than to listen and (peripherally) observe for any information that may be useful.
And so he finds very little amusement in his very personal portrait, on display in front of the Augur and all. He's contemplating setting fire to it (—ah, but he's without his Vision at the moment), though he decides it's wiser to simply move on. Rationally, there's no reason for anyone to recognize him, unless he loiters around—
...
A bit too late on the uptake. He exhales through his nose, a quiet scoff, and resists the urge to adjust his towel (already perfectly snug) around his waist, noticing the woman's robe in danger of falling open entirely. He crosses his arms over his chest, expression flat as ever as he gazes upon his disrobing self. ]
I've no interest in comparing myself to tasteless daubs of paint.
[ He can be smug, but he isn't necessarily vain—he just doesn't see the point to any of this... ]
But as you've already done me the favor, I shall go by your appraisal.
[ He hardly blinks her way—regardless of her behavior, it would be rude to gaze upon a lady in a state of undress. ]
...Surely you can find another [ he gestures vaguely to the naked depictions surrounding them ] to entertain yourself with?
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She gives a little hum of thought before smiling more broadly up at him. ]
Is it truly so wrong of me to want to get to know [ her eyes trail down just a bit here, towards the exposed expanse of his chest ] the fellow residents here? After all, I suspect we'll be here for some time.
[ It's a guess, but an educated one. No one would go to this much effort for a simple pit stop. ]
I doubt you'll find much of worth by simply standing around here in the spa, in any case. Why not take some time to reinvigorate yourself before you head out?
[ Her face may be shallowly pretty, but her mind is still sharp underneath. ]
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And it's not that Diluc doesn't believe in fun at all (catch him footing an enormous tab for an unnamed drunkard of a bard), it's just that he doesn't allow himself to partake in such frivolities. Some of it is habit, and most of it a long and treacherous backstory for another time.
That said, he's at least willing to converse with her, a proper gentleman despite his straight-laced attitude. ...Even if she's making incredibly inappropriate eyes at him, which he does his best to ignore. (He's received amorous attention from plenty of women before, but... There's something especially keen about this one. He ought to be careful... Of what? He's not sure, because nothing makes bloody sense here.) ]
I suppose it is what this "Augur" wants of us. [ Getting intimate, so to speak. And while he has no intention of doing any such thing until he has a better grasp of this place, he won't fault her for playing by the rules. ...But please? Stop looking at him like he's an afternoon snack? ]
If I may ask, have you been detained on this island awhile?
[ Diluc is no simpleton, but his young lifespan is but a drop compared to that of a primal beast. Of course, he hasn't any idea what sort of being she is, but she has the air of knowing something no other arrival seems to... (There's a secret in her smile, though it could be quite literally anything.)
Whatever the case, her (benign) suggestion is surprisingly reasonable, and he tips his head slightly toward her—eyes careful not to wander from her face. ]
...Indeed. [ He doesn't excuse himself just yet, not until he hears what else she might have to say. ]
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She is generous with her attentions and lax with her standards........ Stingy with her information though, which Diluc will quickly learn. ]
Mmm, myself? [ Who else? ] Unfortunately, I only arrived this morning. Washed up ashore with a few others like a stray piece of driftwood.
[ She sighs, closing her eyes briefly in mock disappointment. ]
A terribly rude way of welcoming new guests, if I do say so myself.
[ So her experience totals a grand four hours, most of which has been spent inside the spa itself, availing herself of all treatments on display. But she has eyes and ears just the same as him, as well as a muted
Whatever it is that's out there, it's something with enough power to dampen her own abilities, and that makes it something to be wary of. ]
Curious about this place?
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I see.
[ He can sympathize with the sentiment—it's a horrible initiation. He's not fond of the taste of salt water, and had imbibed plenty when he'd been dunked into the ocean without warning. ]
It seems we're here for their benefit, certainly not the other way around.
[ He nods in a direction away from his own mural, indicating he'll be walking that-a-way. They can talk somewhere that isn't in front of it.
As for curiosity... ]
It would be foolish to accept everything we're told without question. [ Just say yes you're curious, Diluc, god. Still, his inquisitiveness only extends so far... ] ...As for the certain acts required for the rehabilitation of this land, I have little interest.
[ It doesn't mean he won't participate if he must, just that he doesn't want to have to think about it. He'll manage however he can, in the meantime. (I hope he doesn't.) ]
i can't believe you didn't tell me i didn't finish my tag.....
And this man, for all his overly solemn and stiff ways, does not strike her as someone foolish.
She follows behind him once he starts walking, fingers laced loosely behind her back. She could ask about what his thoughts on the island are, what he thinks of their as-of-yet unseen captor, but the pinched line of his face and the stiff set of his shoulders guide her down a different path. ]
The thought of [ hm, how best to phrase this as to not offend his delicate sensibilities ] baring your body and soul to another doesn't appeal to you?
[ Where is the ROMANCE, Diluc!! ]
ALKSFKLADJ I 100% FORGOT TO... :CLOWN:
And hopefully she'll forgive his distinct lack of enthusiasm, the rigid set of his posture. Back home, he would never dare show himself in public without being completely covered up to the neck. His scars are very much a secret, incriminating in their sheer number, and while he's taken calculated risks here, it doesn't mean he likes it. (Though, it's a small relief she doesn't seem to be fazed by them in the slightest, a distraction he quickly files away.) ]
It may have once. [ He'll admit the truth, if only because it seems she'd be able to pick apart his lies anyhow. ] But some things are better left undisclosed.
[ He's so stupid emo, help me. But he isn't entirely dead inside, willing to return a quip—though it's difficult to be discerned as one for how even the delivery is. ]
We're not all afforded the same easy charm.
[ A very roundabout way to say she's a far more suitable candidate for ROMANSU than he is...!! But also lady will you please stop flaunting your tatas. ]
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morale improvesthey are given the attention they so rightfully deserve!!Truthfully, she can't disagree with his assessment. As much as she has no qualms about baring her skin to both friends and strangers alike, her soul - along with the darker secrets that lurk in the back of her mind - she keeps carefully sealed away.
Even so, a simple agreement doesn't mean she's about to let him off the hook so easily. She smiles, opting to take his words as a compliment, and takes a step closer, lifting one hand so she can tap one (perfectly manicured) finger against his chest. Sry, Diluc, the tatas are not going away any time soon... ]
Ah, but I'm sure you could make it look easy if you truly wanted to. Tall [ is he tall ], dark [ technically he's a redhead ], and brooding [ he's batman, he has to brood ] is quite a popular type when it comes to the ladies, after all.
[ And some men, lbr. ]
But I suspect that's not the type of attention you're interested in garnering, is it?
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He scoffs softly again, but there's an edge of amusement to it. She wouldn't know that he has had to play the role of eligible bachelor back home, learned half a hundred different ways to gently turn down every maiden of age brought to him by an overeager father. (Usually in hopes of joining their family to the Ragnvindr's wealth.)
Still. It's not like he's never considered taking anyone into his bed. He has nature urges, after all, he's just exceedingly careful not to indulge in them. But his life and everything it encompasses has already been given away to Mondstadt, and it would be unduly cruel to give an innocent admirer false hope. ]
It isn't. [ Stated plainly, with a question in return. ] Is that the sort of man you seek?
[ She may be quite brazen (far more than any woman he knows from home—though she reminds him a fair bit of Lisa), but she doesn't seem the shallow type, either. ]
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The still sober bent to his mien has her laughing ever so slightly, and for a brief moment she concedes in giving him a little extra space, straightening back up so that her robe affords her a little more modesty. ]
Oh, I'm perfectly happy with what I have now, even if I do enjoy a pretty face.
[ Said with a pointed look at his face. She's fine with being thought of as shallow though, if it'll divert unwanted attention off her. ]
What are you interested in then?
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spa pt2: electric shagaloo
(Keeping his sword with him at all times had helped.)
Out of the sauna by now, toweling off his fur in brisk economical pats, he glances at Rosetta. Notices how close she is, that her clothes don't seem to be doing their job at keeping her properly covered, the same way he would notice a splatter of blood or footprints in the dirt. Then he glances back to the portraits, gold eyes narrowing in what might be irritation or simple concentration.]
Not particularly.
[His own portrait shows a male humanoid ram in the prime of his life; broad-shouldered and barrel-chested, battle scars hidden beneath light-colored fur. All accurate. It also shows him with his dick out, proportionate to his nine-foot-tall frame. That's also accurate.]
But it is impressive that they painted this so quickly, considering.
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Her attention wanders back to the portrait, one hand lifting as she taps a finger thoughtfully against her chin. ]
It is impressive, isn't it? Even the most talented painters I've known have required more than a day to craft something as masterful as this.
[ Then again, man-made creations do always seem to churn out a level of output that far exceeds anything a normal person would be capable of. Perhaps they could find an answer if they cornered one of the little metal golems whirring around the place, but she has no desire to approach one of them any time soon. The two of them will simply have to question the great mysteries of (Sex Island) life on their own. ]
But so is gathering all of us here in one place without, I suspect, being courteous enough to inform any of us beforehand.
[ She's as interested in a free vacation as anyone else, but a little warning would have been nice. Her head turns as she tilts her chin to look up at him. ]
Unless you came here of your own accord?
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Yes, definitely a strange look.]
...These facilities, yes. This planet, no.
[He wipes down his horns next, drying them like an old-timey shoe polishing with one end of the towel in each hand.]
Whatever galaxy we're in, I can't recognize it from the skies. Can you?
[No teasing lilt or coy suggestion in his voice, his posture; he's all business, calm and focused on the task at hand.]
spa, pt 1!
but of course the robots are having none of that; one swivels toward him just as this stranger approaches, and listen: he's picking up what she's laying down. they are very obviously in the same boat here, so, smoothly—]
It would be my pleasure.
[there sure are... a lot of buttons here, ma'am, but he starts at the top, taking it purposely slow as he eyes that robot now watching(?) them. lovely.]
Persistent, aren't they? Though their approach could use some work. I, myself, would use a different method...
[to get people... out of their clothes... hmm! hmm, hmm, hmm.]
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But thank you, Kaeya.....we stan.....
It's a relief to know that she's not the only one discomfited by the thought of being disrobed by several pieces of scrap metal, and thus it's without complaint or dissatisfaction that she lets him take his sweet time on those buttons. Then again, he's hot? What is there to complain about to begin with?? Other than the fact that she can't ogle him while he stands behind her. 😔
She's happy to take the hook he offers though, voice lilting up as she twists her head, just enough to catch sight of dark hair. ]
Oh? And what method might that be?
[ Why not stall for even more time... ]
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A much more polite method. Expecting a lady such as yourself to undress in public...
[and, like, sure? maybe she doesn't mind it? maybe she's into it; that doesn't stop him from leaning closer, lips just barely brushing against the shell of her ear while that hand slips to the small of her back. buttons... temporarily forgotten, because as he gently turns her toward that doorway they're relatively close to, pitching his voice conspiratorially low:]
I would lead you somewhere more... private. Only if you agreed, of course.
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Oh?
[ Color her curious as her eyes dart to the side again, lips curling up even further as she lets herself be guided towards their as-of-yet-unknown destination. She likes a pretty face, sure, and his face is very pretty, but even more than that she likes a challenge.
And this man is definitely keeping her on her toes. ]
I can't imagine anyone refusing such an intriguing proposition, especially from someone [ as attractive ] as yourself.
[ This includes her, for the record. ]
spa 1;
-which is why Alexiel spares no second thought in helping her disrobe. Could this be a test? Will she pass with flying colors? It's difficult to ascertain as Alexiel latches onto the back of her dress. ]
Fear not, Rose Queen. I will free you from this confining fabric. Brace yourself-!
[ The buttons are hardly an obstacle, fingers working deftly to undo them even if she thinks simply pulling them apart would be faster. However, she wouldn't wish to destroy the other primal's garment in the event that she may need it later. Mortals do seem to have some strange hang-ups about nudity. ]
There. What task shall you have me perform next? Or do you require my companionship in the baths?
miss alexiel......
But never fear, she will take this mission upon herself as best she can...! After she peels this sticky dress off her figure. And after the two of them indulge in a nice hot soak. In the meantime, she takes her sweet time in disrobing—though the earth disciple's quick fingers earn her a spot of praise. ]
And a wonderfully-done job as well. [ Dishing out compliments, one of her favorite hobbies. ] I see now why the Captain speaks so highly of you.
[ She sets her dress off to one side, then surveys the room for a set of towels or perhaps a robe. Or better yet, a sign to the nearest baths. ]
But perhaps a better question might be: when was the last time you had a vacation though? Or took some time for yourself?
[ If the answer is "more than three days ago" they are going to take one right now. ]
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Not too long actually. Master Uriel had joined us for repose on Auguste Isles rather recently. The chance to face against him in a trial of raw strength and speed had been invigorating.
[ She took her volleyball Very Seriously. But she's also coming to understand the merits of relaxation with the Captain's insistence that she be less ...Alexiel about everything. Therefore, if this was a subtle acquiescence that Alexiel join, it is well-received and understood.
Her clothes are quickly removed, left alongside her sword as she makes her way into the baths. The steam certainly does feel delightfully therapeutic, a sensation she never imagined herself basking in. ]
However, your words are not without merit, Rose Queen. This is a pleasant feeling. If I am not needed for any additional tasks, I believe I will remain here.