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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.

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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.

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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). ]

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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.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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[The reaction is at least honest, so far as Arshes can tell, meaning the girl probably didn't usually stare; or at least, she hoped that's what it meant. She was in no way ashamed of her body, knew she was more than enough to look at and fit from work with the blade, but she hated being examined as nothing more than meat.

Of course, she couldn't fathom what that name was... or was it a title or greeting? Whatever it was, Nei looks at the tattoo briefly, then back to the girl.]

What of it? Something you're interested in, since I am lead to believe that's why it's there?

W-well... that happens to be a spot on my grid. [ She took up her watch, the only piece of her gear she'd been able to find thus far, and brought up the display of her A5 Card, turning to show it to the other woman with an anxious look. ]

This is the first time I've seen anyone else with something remotely related to it.

[Arshes will reach for 60's arm, try to examine her card if she's allowed to do so. What a strange and annoying place, and she's not going to stop thinking it when the island keeps presenting proof.

However, Arshes seems to soften a bit. She can deal with someome awkward, maybe even use it to her advantage. So she smiles, or maybe it's more of a smirk, at 60 before raising her other hand.]

It's likely do to this.

[Between her fingers, almost in a ball, lightning flickers and flashes between Arshes' fingers, dissipating as soon as she closes her hand.]

Tell me, what do these squares do? Perhaps we can come to an arrangement, depending on your answer.

[ 6O made a small gasp at the sight of those sparks along Arshes fingers, feeling her face grow hot. Electricity making her nervous was natural, really. Androids were particularly susceptible to it, the surges causing all sorts of adverse effects. Avoiding exposure to electric shock was a pretty big safety protocol for them.

And yet...

... She bit her lip slightly, letting out a soft sigh. ]

This is basically how the Augur keeps track of Eros energy production. We can use it to request specific things to manifest if we "check off" these acts in the grid...

So a give and take using sex.

[She glances at her own bracelet, at the squares it holds, and spends a moment on an amused thought about a certain man she knew. He'd be in heaven in this place, and she'd be left to wonder again why she kept liking him and had betrayed Abigail for him...

Though it wasn't like Arshes didn't know. Darsh had always had a hold on people, male and female, and her especially after taking her in as a kid. Such a strange thing, and stranger yet that she got brought here and not him.]

Tell me then, does this mean you're interested in such an act? Or did it just decide you should be?

T-the latter!

[ And yet the flush of her face, the way she pressed her thighs together, betrayed her. The fact that her eyes still strayed to the fingers that had produced those sparks.

She didn't think the Augur had simply predicted she'd be intrigued by the idea, but since seeing the square on her card... she would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it. ]

[The lie makes Arshes sigh and close her eyes. She hates liars. Yet she's also noticed the body language. Maybe this 60 doesn't even know she's interested, or the lie is a personal one? It's annoying, but she can forgive that to some extent.

Right now she needs to answer the question of what to do about the situation. Ignoring it would be preferable, except for that blasted burning on her arm. So that's out, as she can only guess it will continue to get worse. Also, if she's stuck here, this trade for things with this "Augur" could be useful. Especially since she doesn't seem to have much on her.

So the answer is rather simple, then. Eyes opening, Arshes looks straight at the girl, deciding to handle a few things at once.]

Alright... let's help each other with this square, and maybe after you can tell me all the things you know about this place. Sound good?

[ It technically wasn't a lie. After all, the Augur HAD put it there, rather than she choose it. That technicality was the only thing that allowed her to save some face, for whatever it wound up being worth. But the more complete truth was too obvious to be ignored, anyways, wasn't it?

Arshes was one of those humanoids that didn't quite fit the full description of what a human was in her memory, but she was still well close enough to fulfill the primary protocol that drove all YoRHa androids; "Glory to Mankind". So her proposal, no matter how much it made 6O feel like the blood-like fluid running beneath her artificial skin was rolling, could really only be considered from the positive.

Of course it sounded good. She had no reason to deny it. Sheepishly, she nodded. ]

I've stored a lot of data on this place in the time I've been here... I'm pretty sure I could answer almost any question you have.

[ That said... she remembered something Lys had asked of her, made her promise, something her love for the other woman had imprinted into her logic, supplemented that primary protocol. ]

But... all I ask is you be gentle, okay? We androids, we... respond differently to electricity than organic beings do...

[Android? The word is vaguely familiar, but Arshes knows very little of them. Naked as she is there's no real way to tell, but the elf is from a world of magic and limited technology.

However, she is also from a world where magic is usually devastating in its use if not used by a cleric, knows well what electricity can do even in small measure if used too long. It's no large thing to be cautious, so the woman only smiles as she approaches 60, almost a gentle smile vastly different from her expressions before, one hand coming up to stroke 60s face.]

Don't worry, I know how to be careful and ramp up slowly. I'm a master of electricity where I am from; the Thunder Empress, Arshes Nei.

Shall we find a comfortable place, 60?

[ Honestly the changing room was just comfortable enough for her, and she still wasn't sure where her uniform had wound up. But if Arshes wanted to take her someplace nicer, she certainly wouldn't be opposed to the idea.

Most would never have trusted that sort of thing to a stranger, most likely. That sort of logic didn't even exist for 6O, at least not strongly enough for her to question her willingness to go along with it. But even aside that, something about how strong Arshes looked, how assured she sounded, she was certain had she a heart, it would be fluttering. Anxious energy ran through her, and she nodded, leaning into the other woman's touch. ]

I'll go with you wherever you like... I'm in your care, Empress.

[She was used to being called Empress, to submission, and to making sure she didn't just hurt people without reason. Even when she was at war with Metallicana and DS, trying to destroy that kingdom, it had only been a means to an end; casualities allowed and expected to get paradise.

And later, she came to love to those people she had tried to destroy. To understand her idea of a perfect world was useless and unreachable. Made her far more accepting as she was better accepted herself.

So she leads 60 to a smaller area of the changing room, snagging some fabrics or towels as they proceed, so they have some privacy. Asks a simple question.]

Have you ever done anything at all with electricity?

Well... no. The knowledge of what happens to an android when exposed to live electricity is more programmed than experienced, and because I'm not a surface unit, I've never been exposed...

[ But she still knew what it was going to feel like. The sensory alteration, the intoxication, the almost hallucinatory reaction that would come. The idea of actually experiencing it, though, was making her shiver. This was new, another new thing to embrace, to make part of her existence, the tapestry of her understanding. ]

For us... it's not unlike when an organic being is intoxicated, or placed in an altered state of mind, by certain medicines or drugs...

[Surface unit? Arshes has no idea what that means. She barely understands the meaning of android. Perhaps it's something she will ask about later.

For now, she's found a bench and is laying down the towels she grabbed, creating a place for 60 to lay and for her to sit or kneel as needed.

Yet she stops to look at the blond's last remark.]

And how long do those symptoms last? I would not wish to do anything untoward, including leaving you alone if you were impaired.

I don't... really know.

[ 6O followed the unspoken directions well enough, sitting herself down on the bench and turning her gaze up towards the other woman. She really did have an admirable physique... from that angle she seemed even more like a beautiful statue, a work of art crafted from marble. She was just amazing to behold... ]

B-but I know that any surface units that are hit by enemy electrical attacks recover in moments, and that's a well more intense level of energy...

Are these "surface units" combatants?

[Arshes sits as well, watching the girl a bit and finally examining her. She's very long, very thin, but human in all the capacities that seem to matter. This should be no different to pleasure an "android" as a human, then.]

[ 6O gave a small nod. ]

Type B, Type S, and Type D. They sand for "Battle", "Scanner", and "Defender", specifically. I'm a Type O unit, an "Operator". So I've never... really known what it was like to actually feel a shock, if that makes any sense...

... But I want to.

[All but 'Operator' make sense, but Arshes has no desire to ask after the meaning right now. She has no great interest in this girl or her background at the moment, besides what she needs to know for the girl's safety. To do what she needs to for further information.

Not a combatant, never felt a shock, this is what Arshes needs.

Reaching her hand forward, Arshes places two fingers to 60s lips, talking as she lets off a spark through those fingers only a fraction stronger than static electricity.]

You talk immediately if anything feels wrong. Understand?

[ 6O gasped, at the feeling of that jolt against her lips. She felt herself warm up almost immediately, well more than she already was, her skin growing flush. All of them reflexive, sub-coded reactions, all designed to mimic a human experience, but what they couldn't mimic was how it seemed to magnify the sensation.

She could feel the air moving in the room, profoundly so, and if she were capable of it, she was sure her flesh would prickle up in reaction. For the moment her eyes just looked a touch glassy, and her chest heaved with a heavy breath. ]

O-oh my goodness...

[Arshes kept her eyes focused on 60, noting the flush, the change of appearance in her eyes, and smiled just faintly.

This was certainly not how she had intended to spend her day, having some form of sex with a strange woman, yet as it seemed necessary, she was going to make sure it was something not soon forgotten.

Dragging those two fingers down, placing them against what would usually be the pulse point of the neck, Arshes lets off that same shock. All the while, she's leaning in to try and kiss 60, knowing that the girl's lips should tingle just slightly and that the firm, warm skin of a mouth might feel divine in contrast.]

[ Once more, the sensation of the shock rattled her, made her senses blur, and what's more seemed to just magnify the sensation of touch. Arshes' kiss was not simply divine, it was like the breath of God itself, had she any concept of that. She tilted her head, pressed into the embrace, jolted both by the shock and just her sudden desire to touch everything, hands moving to Arshe's sides, fingers fanning out.

She was so warm, her skin soft but the muscle beneath like steel. All of it made her tremble, to know the power this woman had, that even a 320lbs android like herself might feel small and feeble in comparison... ]

[Still no complaint, and the hands being placed on her sides is a good indication it may even be being enjoyed. So she will work it a little more, fingers sliding further down, this time between the android's breasts.

Yet rather than shocking the breastbone, something even a simple shock may not feel good on, Arshes brings her hand over, cupping a breast and gently massaging it for a moment before capturing the nipple between fore and middle finger to send another shock into the other woman; still not a heavy one, but a second longer than the last two.

All the while, she remains kissing the other woman, deepening it slowly, almost sensually.]

[ The response from 6O's body to that shock was instant, a jolt in her chest, arching her back to further push her chest into Arshes' attention, nipple stiffening.

It was harder to ignore, at that point, just how artificial 6O's skin was. There was a distinct lack of pores, of hare, of anything besides the soft, warm, silicone-like substance her flesh was made form. It was similar to skin, but also distinctly unlike skin. But 6O was so distracted by the kiss, by the shocks, she wasn't really in any position to explain any of it.

The shock, once more, seemed to magnify the sensitivity of her touch sensors. Beneath her hands, Arshes felt almost hot to the touch, as did Arshes own attention to 6O's chest. Her fingers squeezed, though, unable to stop rubbing against her. The tingle in her hands... it wasn't unlike having her clitoris stimulated, or at least was producing some of the same results.

The shocks were causing errors in her sensor and reflex matrices. She knew they were. But so far, the errors were just making her feel amazing. ]

[If Arshes notices the difference in skin, she doesn't remark on it. Right now, she has a job and all questions can be filed away for later. Besides, the girl is acting very much like any human might to the stimulation and all Arshes needs to do is keep pleasing her until something happens with the square.

Pulling back from the kiss, ignoring for now the desperation in that rubbing motion, Nei brings her other hand into the foray, now beginning to massage both breasts whils trying to press 60 back, get her to lay down.]

[ 6O was gladly pliant, allowing herself to be pushed back, laid against the floor. Her back arched into Arches' hands, pushing her chest into her grip, the touch well more profound than it would have been normally, still coasting the enlightenment from the shock itself. ]

Good girl.

[Arshes smiles, pleased that things seem to be going smoothly. Pleased even more to have a distraction from thought for now, to focus only on this.

Hands leave 60's breast, moving to grab her hips softly as Arshes leans over to lick the android's breast, noting the feel of it this time and how strange it is compared to human skin.

Not that it will stop her doing it, even as she slowly draws her hands down to stroke 60's upper thighs.]

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