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TDM 011: I PUT A SMELL ON YOU
| TDM 011: I PUT A SMELL ON YOU |
00. Arrival 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. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed! Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see beyond what arrivals before you have helped to rebuild. 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 place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE As the wintery weather has shifted to warmer breezes and the snow has given way to grass and baby blooms, Islanders will find the robots in a flurry as yet another holiday takes hold. The Festival of Renewal, to welcome in the season of new life and awakenings of all those that have slept the winter months away. Spring has come and so has the time where life flourishes on the Nameless Island. Islanders will see decorations set up all over the city signifying the change in seasons (much of which happens to be elaborately decorated eggs...lots and lots of eggs) and robots will gladly ask them of any lively changes they see sprouting up around the Island, from flowers, to baby animals, to animals in the act of making baby animals...there will be quite a bit of that going on for them to catch sight of. Islanders will be encouraged to start their own gardens if they wish, with various booths set up around the city’s center offering free seeds for different plants ready to be sewn into the soil. Each booth will have full grown versions of the flowers and plants they are offering on display. You might even recognize some of them from your own worlds. But other booths will focus on different aspects of Life and Renewal, including booths of artwork painstakingly made in vibrant expression by the robots themselves of animals in the act of enthusiastic copulation! Oh, wait...that isn’t artwork of a deer or sheep. That might just be artwork of you engaging in enthusiastic copulation...and who is that other person in the image with you? Have you met them before? It might just be one of your fellow Islanders or someone you recognize from home. Robots are selling this artwork as first come first serve, but they might make more than one copy… Those aren’t the only booths either, as other booths will offer free swag of flavored lubes, edible underwear, as well as genitalia-shaped gummies! And then there are the gourmet chocolates being sold at the Steaming Carafe cafe in honor of the festival! Ask nicely and they’ll give you a free sample, but be warned the chocolate does have mild aphrodisiac properties, but a couple hours waiting or an Auspicious Act won’t take care of. II. CHOCOLATE CURRENCY The robots are also offering credits to anyone who might help them in managing the dozens of Rainbow Rabbits taking the city by storm, colorful animals that can be seen hopping and dashing through the city and the surrounding woods in a flash. Spots of color might catch your attention from the corner of your eye and you turn to see no rabbit there, but follow that and you might find an abandoned nest of leaves, twigs, or grass filled to the brim with colorful, shiny eggs of any design. These eggs happen to look just like the hundreds of egg decorations you’ve seen all over the city... Ask any robot and you’ll be informed that the decorations are made from the shells of these eggs after they’ve been collected and carefully broken open to remove the chocolate inside. That’s right. Chocolate eggs. Just where do you think they got the chocolate for those treats at the cafe? Carefully collect as many eggs as you can without breaking them, and turn them in to the café for your credits. But what robots may forget to warn you about is that if you eat the chocolate straight from the egg, without it being processed first, it will not only taste delicious, but the potent aphrodisiac will be far more extreme and far more addictive. You might not be able to go a day without needing to eat more of it and achieve some carnal release. The more you eat, the shorter the timespan before you are overtaken by the unending craving. An endless cycle of heightened arousal and desire that can only be eased by orgasm...but that orgasm will be powerful, possibly the best one you’ve ever had in your life. Easy to see why they warn you about chocolate being so addictive… Only completing an Auspicious Act or the healing waters in the Bathhouse will remove this effect. Until next time. III. SPRING IS IN THE AIR (AMONG OTHER THINGS) Walking the booths during the festival, you might be lured in by a scent in the air. Something soft, or strong, or bitter, or sweet...a scent so familiar that you can’t help but seek out where it came from. The scent will lead you right to one of the booths where robots have bottles and bottles of perfume and cologne lined up. Perfumes they will explain are made entirely unique to each person. That scent that caught your attention? That’s your scent. And now you have to have it. The robots will even give it to you for free. It’s a special tradition of the festival for Islanders to wear their scent and see who else might just be attracted to it. But that scent isn’t just to attract others to you, it’s to show them you’re ready to mate to whoever happens to be lured in by it. The scent will draw out your animal instincts and theirs, pushing them to stake their claim on you. They’ll want to make you theirs and theirs alone and all you will be able to think about is mating with them and being owned by them. And if you’re attracted to their scent in turn? Well, you might feel the need to turn the tables and own them instead. N A V I G A T I O N |
Rhea | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
[ Past the whole process of arrival and with no immediate means of escape known to her, Rhea has set off on a bit of a surveillance mission-- the island, while wildly preposterous in chosen theme, doesn't seem to be dangerous, and she can most certainly handle herself in battle, should the need arise.
Of course, battle isn't the type of challenge she's mostly likely to face, as she is soon to figure out-- but hey, she comes from times of war, okay, give this Archbishop who is not at all a warrior a break! ]
A.
[ As soon as it's made clear the island is both inhabited and there is some sort of festivity in place, Rhea indulges in some harmless curiosity, an ever serene smile on her face as she walks down the streets, her hair adorned in even more of those lilies than she would normally wear-- upon the automatons' insistence, and her gracious acceptance.
Her smile does, however, vanish the minute she sets sights on a certain artwork on display, a thin line between her brows. Why, it features a gigantic, largely scaly creature with wings and horns, white as the flowers in her hair-- a dragon, who is most certainly not her!-- engaging in unspeakable acts with... hmm. Wait, this face...
Green eyes flicker from the gravure to the person standing beside her, then back to the picture and-- yes, that's definitely you in that questionable piece of art! ]
What is the meaning of this?
B.
[ The café, at least, seems safe. No obscenities to lay her eyes upon, and almost familiar in a way-- the tea and sweet treats and general ambiance that come with it might remind her of the students lively chatting up and spending an afternoon together together in the gardens surrounding Garreg Mach.
Of course, as Archbishop, it wasn't her place to join them, and her own days were mostly solitary. So one can imagine how completely out of her element she is, sitting in a table with a sinful (Mother, forgive her) amount of gourmet chocolate laid out in front of her. Why, it could feed a whole dragon-- not that she would personally know anything about that! Figure of speech, really! ]
Excuse me? [ She calls upon the first person to walk past her booth, smiling despite how awkward this socializing deal may be. ] Wouldn't you like to have some of these?
[ Or: want to try your luck at a Perfect Tea Time with the Archbishop? ]
2. CHOCOLATE CURRENCY
[ Okay, so the rainbow bunnies are cute. Kind of tricky to catch, but definitely cute, despite their odd coloring. And also the odd fact they have... nests? She fairly sure that's not how the Goddess intended for rabbits to procreate, and that is all the more reason for them to draw her attention.
You know what else draws her attention, though? Why, whoever has just happened to cross her path on this treasure hunt-- and more importantly, the fact they seem empty-handed. Now, as she understands, these colorful egg shells will reward handsomely, and she's managed quite the full basket as it is, so she will approach and offer: ]
I see your search has yielded little result. Please, allow me to share my blessings with you.
[ Sharing is caring! And also, other than establishing a heavily militarized institution and ruling over the faith of an entire continent for close to a millennium, she has little use for money. A simple Archbishop of simple needs, you see. ]
3. WILDCARD
[ Come at me!! ]
crashes into this at full speed - 1B
And speaking of Rhea, my, she's... difficult to miss. Seated at a table with a heaping portion of chocolate, her green and gold and navy blue all eye-catching. Dorothea freezes in surprise when Rhea calls out to her. The last that she'd seen of the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros had been at the battle of Shambhala, and that was memorable, to say the least. Rhea had been nearly fatally wounded, yet here she sits, healthy and whole. ]
L-lady Rhea?
[ There's no real polite way to decline, is there? There are so many even on this island who would make better companions for the Archbishop--more pious, more devout people, to be sure--but none of them are in her line of sight, so Dorothea sits. ]
I must admit, I'm surprised to see you here. You must have only just arrived...?
safety first!!
Yes, it has only been a few days, Miss Dorothea. [ A motion of her hand towards the empty chair opposite from her, a sign of welcome. ] It is lovely to see you, though I wish we could have met under different circumstances.
[ Such as back in Garreg Mach, for example. That would be a lot nicer.
Though there is quite the fine selection of chocolates to sample, Rhea's hands remain folded on her lap, composed as she always is. There is a lot she wants to ask, a lot to learn about the intricacies of this place, but... this is only a student. Her job is not to add to their burdens, but to relieve them of their troubles instead. ]
How have you been faring, child? I should hope the trials of this world have not been unkind to you.
Re: safety first!!
When it does, though, she offers a charming smile in return. A few days means Rhea has had a chance to come to some kind of grip with her situation, so that’s good. Dorothea nods noncommittally, gesturing to the festivities around them. ]
I’m faring well, Lady Rhea, thank you. This place isn’t so bad, once you’re used to it. You have to keep your wits about you, but that’s true wherever you go.
[ It’s not lost on Dorothea that this is the first time she’s ever actually spoken in person with the Archbishop. Rhea was always a figure that looked larger than life at the Academy; it feels strange to be sitting with her after everything that’s happened. ]
I take it you like chocolate, then...?
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In this place or any other, the Goddess is always watching over us. May you turn to her strength, should you find your own to be waning.
[ It's comfort given in earnest, her job fulfilled even beyond the walls of Garreg Mach.
Dorothea's question, however, gives her pause, a tilt of her head in a moment's hesitation. The truth is, even though she had all manner of delicacies available to her back at the monastery, her meals, as with mostly everything else about her life, were such solitary affairs. ]
I... admit I never had the chance to indulge in it quite as much. [ Rather, she never cared to. Perhaps treats would taste sweeter in good company. ] The servants of this place were so generous, however, that I could not find it in my heart to deny their offerings. Please, child, help yourself.
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Instead, she looks down at the volume and variety of chocolate before them and quails slightly, both desiring and fearing it in equal measure. If she'd been here less time, or if this offering had been presented to her back in their own world, she might have reached for the chocolate without trepidation, but this place has taught her a few lessons about carelessly partaking of the free food and drink. ]
I feel it's fair to warn you that the free treats they give you here are often not so innocent as you might believe. They're often meant to... ah... help lower inhibitions, if you understand my meaning? Which can be wonderful if you have a partner to indulge with, but can otherwise place you in compromising positions. Have you tried it yet?
IA.
He's paid no attention to the art stalls on his errand--even turns with a puzzled look as the question is posed to him, before it morphs into absolute bewilderment.]
The meaning of wha--A-Archbishop?!
[No, he hasn't spotted himself getting absolutely destroyed by the Immaculate One yet. Give him a minute.]
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They can talk about the island itself at a later moment. Priorities must be met first! ]
Seteth. [ Despite circumstances and his own obvious astonishment, her voice remains collected, the line between her brows softening. ] I understand your surprise, but these are critical matters. I should hope you can provide answers.
[ Really, who else would she trust with this? ]
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[His voice hitches high and strained, the way it always does when he's under entirely too much acute stress to handle, just barely managing to keep his composure. Thank the Goddess, she's okay..... Is it a miracle? The Augur's doing? Is she from before the war? Which Fodlan is she from? What does she remember? What will happen when she goes home? How will she--?
There are far too many questions; even he can't keep up with them all. But for the moment, perhaps the most pressing one is what she's even talking about. He looks around, searching for some clue to these critical matters--only to let out a choked scandalized noise upon spotting the displayed artwork.]
Excuse me?
You like it? I tried to make the anatomy as realistic as possible.
[My, doesn't that boothkeeper sound pleased with themselves?]
That's not the point! Of all the slanderous--
[Even a man ready to lecture at the drop of a hat is at a loss for words. Does a picture like that even count as slander? Why would they draw something like this? How did they even--?
He does not want anyone else seeing this, least of all Flayn; it's practically extortion, at this point. But they're a merchant--no matter how offensive or humiliating it may be, he can't just confiscate their wares. Seteth takes a steadying breath, turning on his bracelet.]
.....Fine. That is the only copy you have, correct? How much?
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And while it's only directed at the merchant at first, Seteth will be treated to that same furrowing of brows as he all but surrenders to this extorsion. What are you doing, bro? ]
Seteth! [ She doesn't raise her voice, but there's clear reprimand in her sharp tone. ] Don't tell me you plan on accepting such outrageous terms?
[ Look, in-breeding with your siblings is fine and all, but she draws the line at revealing her true form! And since Seteth has failed to take more severe action, she will turn to the robot herself, green eyes staring it down from above her lifted chin. ]
You will hand this over immediately and cease to replicate any more of this slanderous indignity, lest you wish to test the righteous wrath of the Goddess.
[ Or: give her the goods or she'll tell mommy about it! ]
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[Compared to the frail, ash-pale creature knocking at Death's door, who barely has a voice left to offer them, who has healers working around the clock just to try and ease her pain..... Yes. Yes, she looks better now than he'd ever dreamed she could again. For the moment, even that is enough to relieve him. A troubled heart he can at least theoretically ease--a broken body he cannot.
He actually flinches a little at the scolding, embarrassed in spite of himself. How must he look to her right now, so powerless to correct even this indignity? And yet, he doesn't want to see her run afoul of the Augur or its subjects, and make life difficult for herself before she even understands the way of things here..... Seteth reaches out to touch her arm, voice a soft warning.]
Lady Rhea..... we are quite far from Fodlan. The Goddess has never walked this land--these people heed only their monarch.
damn girl you got a lot of eggs
Would it be so bad if she just tried one?
Her basket does indeed have few eggs in it but she just started so give her a break. The voice that disturbs her deliberation is familiar - the pitch, the lilt of the word 'blessings' -- and as she turns she can't help but show her surprise.
She has met other enemies here with an acknowledgement of the months-old truce, without her hand wanting to clench. The others have been been largely circumstantial enemies to her but the Church of Seiros is an enemy by design, as those who slither in the dark will be after the war is won. With Rhea, it feels personal. ]
I have no need of your blessings. You may keep them to yourself.
oviposition is a kink, or so i hear
Once Edelgard does address her, though, that face and voice would be impossible to misplace. The child of Hresvelg, yet she seems so... wary. The relationship between the Empire and the Church may be weakened, but Rhea still can't help feeling special fondness for the members of that family, her watchful eyes guarding each generation that has joined the Officers Academy across the ages.
(She never did understand, why Edelgard was the only one of Ionius's children to attend.) ]
You need not be shy, child. There is plenty to share, and you do seem to be rather drawn to them.
[ And she's going to subtly move her basket closer to Edelgard. Come on, child, don't you want some nice candy from this nice* lady? ]
"or so I hear"
I am not-- drawn to them.
[ Her mind races - as much as she dislikes being called "child" now as though she is still a student, that... is a fairly mild thing for Rhea to call her. And not even said with a particularly mocking tone. Could Rhea have arrived here from an even earlier point in time than she did? ]
And I am no longer a child.
[ Something about the forward sway of Rhea's basket, obviously meant to tempt, strikes an awkward chord between gentle condescension and weird seduction. No, she does not like it - stop offering her chocolate, Immaculate One.
She rises to her feet, unwilling to continue kneeling in Rhea's presence. ]
Although we are all children in your eyes, are we not?
[ Her tone is too sharp to suggest that she thinks of Rhea as motherly. ]
what do i know about dragon kinks!!
We are all children, in the eyes of the Goddess.
[ Especially Rhea, who is, evidently, the biggest momma's girl of all. So she understands, really, and despite Edelgard's sharp tone, her own remains serene, as does her entire demeanor, basket dangling in her arm as her hand retreats to fold over its twin. ]
Besides, having a liking for sweets does not make you childish. [ That huffy attitude might, but Rhea will keep that to herself, for now. ] You may take them and be on your way, if you find my presence to be daunting.
[ None of the students ever invite her for tea time, anyway, and maybe this is how it should be. Always the Archbishop, never just Rhea. ]
time to learn!
You can hardly be daunting in this small form.
[ She has seen the angry dragon - try that form if you want to be daunting, Rhea. Only being a few inches taller doesn't frighten at all.
Once more she takes her own basket in hand. ]
Is there a reason you are trying to give these eggs away after going through the trouble to collect them? [ It would be suspicious even if she didn't know the ways of the island or that Rhea herself is very manipulative. ] Have you tried the chocolate yourself?