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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 |
Currency, currently
Oran was not hurting for funds, but he was hurting for other things... So chasing after rainbow rabbits felt like just the thing to keep him preoccupied. Now, seeing the stranger lurch to a stop a short distance beyond the stall, Oran felt a moment of concern. Usually... well, even usually he would snoop. But something seemed odd enough that he approached the pale man with some curiosity, torn between caution and his usual trolling.
"Sold one egg too many?" He tries to add a level of careless amusement. "I'll tell you a secret for free: the credits aren't going to get you all that far, here."
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"No, not... exactly. And yes, that's been made clear."
When in doubt, cling desperately to some sense of decorum. But that is slipping quickly. Percy forces himself upright, back straightening. He will not just accost someone. Regardless of how desperately tempting that is right this moment.
"But it seemed like the thing to do."
Look at this civilized conversation.
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"Um..." He thinks aloud for a moment, giving the man a prospective looking over. He shouldn't take advantage, and he decides on the spot that he won't. "So what did it? Did the robots slip you something, or did you touch something, or...?"
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This is probably not the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him, but surely it is close. Percy's jaw tenses with determination as he tries to ignore the spike of desire that is very insistently burning through his veins. His mind races with half a dozen wildly inappropriate things he could do without going very far at all. He rubs his face, attempting to will away the flush he knows is there.
This is not being propositioned.
"Any other timely advice?" That isn't fair. Percy takes a sharp breath. "Sorry, I--"
He can't think.
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He's already made up his mind, he knows, but he approaches Percival and gives him a sound pat on the shoulder and gives his most sympathetic grin. "There's a place of healing water that can make this go away. Do you want that? It will take a while to walk to."
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"If it will help, I think I am game to try anything."
Anything? Oh, he needs to be careful with that. Percival would rather not waltz around in public like this, but what are his other options? He tries to clear his head, but that is an even more futile effort than trying to will away his arousal in the first place. What he needs is a shock of cold water.
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Speaking of which, the tiefling guides him down a side-street that ought to cut straight towards the bathhouse. Probably better to keep him talking and distracted, then to bring attention to his, ah... problem. "Broad assertions aren't going to do you very well, here. Trust me." He's tempted to ask indecent questions, moreso than he would have been months before when he'd first arrived. It's a shock, he vaguely remembers, so he's putting on his kid gloves.
"I'm Oran, by the way. And don't worry, you'll be fine soon enough. Just bear with it."
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Bear with it seems exceedingly easy for someone not dealing with it, but he keeps that snap to himself. It isn't Oran's fault he's in this condition. It is, quite apparently, his own.
He hangs back before they leave the alley. He just--needs a minute. Just a minute. There is no real composing himself, he realizes, and that is just something he'll have to manage. But he has also never had to walk quite so far while this aroused, and it is more of a chore than he could have imagined. Whenever his dignity resurfaces, he's going to be mortified. As it is, he's trying not to look at his guide like Oran is a solution to his current problem.
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"Oh, don't worry too much," he tries, "it's not like you're the only one to make a walk like this. Nobody's going to judge you. It's only about... hmm. Four more blocks?" On the other hand, the idea of walking that far is evoking a very certain kind of sympathy.
Oran rubs his chin, wondering if a simple handy would be enough to relieve the problem... with the Augur, so rarely did that work... but then again, a stranger fresh to the world? It could be as easy as a cuddle. No, no. Once Percy knows about the bathhouse's power to completely relieve a curse like this first person, he'd be far better off. Oran's sure of it. If he looks indecisive, it's because he very much is.
"There's another reason I'm taking you there, instead of, ah..." he resigns himself to talking directly about Percival's boner: "taking the easy way out? The Augur tends to use the carrot and the stick very liberally, and it gets more complicated, the longer you're around. You shouldn't be punished for a single mistake."
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"Mistake," he says with a strained laugh. "Should I be suspicious of everything I eat?"
Does he have the energy for that kind of paranoia? Possibly. But it sounds exhausting all the same. Percival takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly. He reminds himself that he is married, but it is--he's having trouble picturing Vex'ahlia with Oran standing right there. Gods forgive him.
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Like everyone should understand what that means... But the idea of computers and constructed intelligences never rang true to him. Honestly, if Percy is like most humans, perhaps going into detail of how Fey creatures are tricksome little shits might get them all the way there, might pass the time perfectly.
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"All right. Four blocks, you said. Lead on."
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The bath house is up one more street. Up this street, in fact. Oran pats Percy's hip with his tail, intending a sort of conciliatory gesture. "If you're still interested after we come out the other side, you'll find me, won't you?"
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At this point, though, he's not sure he even cares. Whether it's a sympathetic professional or a drunk in cold water, Percy is willing to take what he gets if it means being able to think straight again. It's embarrassing enough that he keeps eyeing Oran like the nearest alley will do.
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And if it doesn't, what better place to find out? Oran is not usually conniving; he doesn't think far enough ahead, mostly... but he does like the bathhouse quite a lot. "It's like a... a healing potion, if you're familiar. Or a kind of magical effect."
Luckily, all this explanation brings them to the entrance of the bath house, which is just as egregiously decorated as the rest of the robot-built facilities in the city. Oran gestures to the main entrance and, faltering to a stop, says, "...well. Off you go." And then, cracking a grin, "take me past the changing rooms and I'm liable to overstep my word. Just dunk in and wait a minute or five. If it's no good, find something on your bracelet, the little square with wicked deeds, and that should solve everything for now."