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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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Arrival: the Beach

Though he manages to get his feet under him as he trudges out of the water, he doesn't stay there for long. Percy lands on his hands and knees and coughs up the water he swallowed. The taste of brine coats the inside of his mouth and he tries to summon enough saliva to spit in an attempt to clear it. A wave hits him from behind, nearly sending him down again. With some determination, he gets further on shore and flops onto his back as he tries to catch his breath.

What the hell was that?

He doesn't have much time to contemplate his current state - or how he got here - before a shadow falls over him. He whips away, rolling to get his knees under him, then his feet. His sidearm is likely far too waterlogged to work, but rapiers work fine wet. He draws it, holding it ready despite the fact that every muscle feels like it's shaking and his glasses are--somewhere. He's lost them in the sand.

The automatons don't seem immediately threatening. One even has a towel, though at this point that seems rather insufficient.

All the quick movements make his stomach roll again and Percy is suddenly aware that he has not quite gotten rid of all the seawater. Hopefully his grimace looks more like a threat than nausea.

"That is quite close enough."

It is about then that he notices there are other people on the beach, possibly watching this overdramatic display. He lowers his arm slowly, though he does not put the sword away. Then he sighs.

"Fine, give me the towel. And watch where you step."

Season of Eggcellence

He is quite familiar with Renewal Festivals, though he cannot recall quite so many eggs.

It's the snowdrops that make him stop.

Percy catches sight of the familiar white flowers and drifts toward the booth offering them. They are not quite as impressive as some of the other blooms, but they are--far more meaningful. He tells himself that it is ridiculous to assign further meaning to them beyond their appearance as early spring flowers, but. They will always mean something to him.

He leaves the booth with a sprig of the white flowers pinned to his coat.

Some time later, he happens upon the robots selling art. Well, it's appropriate to the season, isn't it? This seems like the kind of thing Scanlan and Grog would immediately drift toward. And he's content to walk past it until he recognizes--himself. And his wife.

"No, absolutely not."

He doesn't have any credit to buy it, nor does he really have anything to barter with, but he very much wants to remove the intimate painting of himself and Vex'ahlia. He even recognizes the damn bed. He is certain this is when they consummated their very private marriage. The shock of it is a blow to his usual sense of decorum and it takes a moment to compose himself. His voice is still tight when he finally addresses the robot running the booth:

"I will give you what you want for the painting, just remove it."

Maybe Vex would laugh. Maybe she would stand by and critique the lighting and style. Maybe Percy could do the same if she were here. But she isn't. Percy is left on his back foot here, not entirely sure how to approach negotiating with something mechanical. But he will absolutely try.

Chocolate Currency

Given his utter lack of useful funds, it seems prudent to earn some credits.

He's gone out egg hunting several times now and is getting better at spotting the colorful rabbits. He might even help someone if they are inclined to ask.

After dropping off his most recent bounty, he walks away from the cafe with one of the eggs still in hand. He's curious now that he knows the are apparently filled with chocolate. He's expecting it might be somewhat bitter, given that it isn't refined, but he's willing to take the chance. Chasing rabbits is hungry work, after all.

Percy isn't expecting the kick that happens. That, perhaps, had not been his best idea. When the arousal hits, it is mind-numbing in a way he has never experienced.

[Help Percy out or haul him off to the Bathhouse, the choice is yours. Also happy to do more gen-leaning egg-hunting scenarios.]

Wildcard/Notes

[Find Percy exploring, hunting for eggs, or possibly at the spa - feel free to throw a wildcard my way. I'm absolutely up for doing some mating/breeding kink, but would prefer to take those prompts as they come rather than doing a general start for it.]

I. SEASONS OF EGGCELENCE
[ 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!! ]

OO. ARRIVAL
[a.]
[It is with a gasp and no grace at all that Padmé emerges from the water, working until she gets her footing beneath her. Even then, it's several awkward feet that she sloshes in her water-logged state, at least until she hits the sand. It's a few more minutes of heaving breaths, coughing as her stomach rolls, but thankfully settles. It doesn't clear up any of her confusion as she looks around, wiping a hand across her forehead to flick away water droplets.

She had been on Tatooine... A planet distinct in it's lack of water. There's no such issue here as Padmé glances around, noting that there does appear to be a fair amount of it around her. What she does notice is the lack of spaceship and her travel companion. Worry flashes through her as she looks back to the water, trying to see if she can spot Anakin, before roaming across the beach. There's nothing though. Yet, Padmé does notice other people scattered about.

Just what is happening?

She walks a little, towards the closest being.]

Hello? Have you any idea where we are?

[b.]

Oh. Hello there.

[It is a greeting that is offered to the robot that comes towards her, although perhaps it isn't as functional as some of the droids that Padmé knows from experience. It does bring a towel, which she accepts gratefully, although the bracelet is viewed with a bit of skepticism. Just what it is? Yet she doesn't have time to think about that, finding herself started to be herded.]

Uh. Are we meant to be going somewhere?

[Which means that she's stepping in the direction that it wants her to go, although she's mindful of it. After all, there had been an attempt on her life... She does seek to dry off the white shirt and pants, water still sloshing around in her boots. Anyone that she does meet, she asks.]

Have you any idea what this is about?

[It's not too long before the spa comes into view, and while it is a nice suggestion, Padmé isn't in the mood for such events. No, she wants to know what has happened, and how she came to be here. They'd been about to head off for Geonosis to rescue Obi-Wan, and Padmé knows that this planet is not her destination. But, she also doesn't recall anything really happening, just... a strangeness. Then here.

She is still working to move around the robot, not needing to go into the sp.]

No. That's quite alright. Thank you though, but it's quite unnecessary. Really.

[Dancing to get around them and away.]

I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE
[a.]
[Padmé has found herself exploring, dryer now, although no less unsettled. The warm breeze does aid, as she has always been someone who likes the more temperate like those found on Naboo. There is still a wariness to her step, although her face is open enough as she moves around the robots that seem rather intent on decorating. She is unfamiliar with this place and it's customs, although it seems to have something to do with eggs.

She does happen to come across several of the booths, curious as to what they are doing, chatting, although soon enough she's quite loaded up in various garden supplies. It's a fair number of seeds that she's managed to accumulate, more than she would ever know what to do with. When someone does catch her eye, she shrugs a little.]

They were rather persistent... Would you like some? I fear I don't have much of a green thumb myself.

[b.]
[So she seems to still have a fair number of seeds in her possession, and Padmé isn't certain what she'll actually do with them. Plants have never really been her thing, although she does enjoy flowers. It's more that she had never truly had enough time for them. The senate was a full time job and then some for her, and then add all the committees and functions that she attended. She has meandered her way towards the other side of booths, which appear to be selling some sort of food items.

Or so she thought.

The first item is taken when pressed upon her. No need to be impolite and maybe she could-]

It's- underwear? [There's surprise in her voice, before the hint of a flush on her cheeks. It's still packaged, so Padmé does seek to offer it back, much to the protest of the other.] No. It's quite already. I do have my own. I'm certain that someone else would, uh, prefer it. Look! Over there!

OO. ARRIVAL
[She can't explain it, as much as she would like to, and she really would. She doesn't like things that happen outside of her control, and arriving here has covered her daily quota of bullshit. The last time she had felt like this- well, it has been sooner than she would admit to most people. Yet even then, it hadn't encompassed it quite like this.

It's that throbbing in her head, although Carolina is no stranger to that. She's been trained as a soldier, pushed herself, always driven by that desire to do better, to be better, to be the best. And yet it hadn't always worked out like that. Sure, it might have mellowed out a little since her Freelancer days, but old dogs don't quite just learn new tricks. It's a work in progress, although the whole band experience and watching them squirm had actually been fun.

Her aqua armour makes it harder for her to move, but she does manage to make her way to shore. It may well be a strange sight, seeing an aqua-teal-blueish metallic creature emerging, but she slowly makes it to the shore. Yet a soldier keeps going on, which is why Carolina does leave the water behind, on guard, as she works her way down the beach, looking for anything familiar. It isn't a location that she knows- not the residence she has been living in for the last who knows how long, or any of the temples, spires, or buildings on any planet that she has been on. It does beg many questions, of which Carolina doesn't have all the answers.

Or any, really.

Which is why there is a big blue armoured individual walking towards you. Perhaps some might understand that it is a suit with someone inside, although others may not. She could pass for an AI or some sort of a robot. Even her voice, when she does speak, sounds different.]

Where is this?

[There's a bark to it, which is more or less how Carolina is. Blunt.]

I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE
[Her armour is gone, leaving the red haired woman in the black undersuit. Like much of this place, she can't say that she sought out this festival out, but Carolina can say that she really has no desire to remain here. This place is... different. She's no stranger to aliens back home, or alien planets, but she tends to know how she got there. It's arguable that her face may well be a resting bitch face. It's nothing personal. It's just how she is.

She had been roaming around the festival, seeing if there are any familiar faces, as it seems like a place that they would end up in. Somewhere booming, or follow the booms. So far nothing seems to have exploded, and it's not like she's overheard anyone talking about strange people in armour to give her a clue to where the others might be. Perhaps... Perhaps she is the only one here. It may well be for the best, anyway.

She's tosses a glare at any of the free samples that are offered her way.]

What the hell am I supposed to do with those?

[This place is a different kind of screwed up though as she figures that there's nothing worthwhile seeing here. She might have better luck finding answers elsewhere. It's only when her eyes catch the paintings on her way out that she pauses. She's not an artist either, and has no need for one, but it's the subject matter. Animals humping each other? Really? She knows that some people have questionable task in a variety of things, and okay, she may know one of the Reds or Blues who would end up with them on a lark.]

Do people actually buy these?

[Off-hand, to anyone that is nearby. Please don't say that you're willing to purchase them, because she'll judge you too... ]

III. SPRING IS IN THE AIR (AMONG OTHER THINGS)
a. [Carolina had been on her way out from the festival area. It's not really her scene on the best of days, and this certainly isn't one. She's been unable to make any contact with anyone that she knows. Her last memories were of the reporter that had found them, but just arriving here doesn't settle well with Carolina. A determined expression on her face as she mentally makes a plan of 'attack', she's drawn to a sudden halt.

The scent does bring her to a complete halt, turning her head. She pauses, before following it, tracking it down, until she comes to a robot. The bottle is taken this time, unlike the seeds and other various items that had been shoved her way. Carolina can't say that she is a perfume person. Once, maybe, she may had dolled up a little to go to the club, but those days were long gone. She's been a soldier for so long that most other things had gone to the wayside, although recently she's learned to loosen up a little bit, at least with certain people.

Now she doesn't think twice about giving a dab of it on her wrists and neck, drawing in a deep breath as her eyes shift close. It's familiar, so familiar, although she also quite can't place it. But she blinks several times, before continuing on, not aware just what it may entail...]

b. [She's just leaving the festival when something catches her attention again. It's a flash of red hair as her head jerks, green eyes alert. There's an almost predatory expression that crosses her features. She seems like a hound on a scent, which is quite true. She stalks, hunting it down, weaving through and around people, or as much as a tall imposing woman can.

Perhaps you're aware of her approach. Perhaps not. It's not like she's trying to hide it as she hunts it down, leading her right to you...]

[NETWORK]
[She still isn't certain about any of this, and what, essentially this communication device is, the other alternatives haven't yielded any results.]

I'm looking for any information that anyone has on individuals in armor.
In particular, Red or Blue.
Or various shades thereof.

Arrival: Beach Adventures!

If circumstances were different, Romelle is sure this beach would be an amazing place to spend time. But perhaps the fact that she'd come to in the water and then had to drag herself all the way to shore only to discover that her clothes have vanished has soured her opinion just a little.

But that's alright. She's willing to give this a chance. It's not the beach's fault she woke up where she did, as far as she's aware. There are other people around, which only amps up the urgency in finding replacement clothes or something to cover herself.

Fortunately, there are helpful robots passing out towels and... what look like communicators.

A skeptical Romelle can be spotted later, wrapped in a pink towel that could stand to be a little larger and poking at the communicator.

Eggcelent Eggstravaganza

The decorations, while cute, mostly have Romelle scratching her head. She's not going out of her way to avoid them but she has noticed the fact that they're just... everywhere.

The robots aren't particularly helpful, because it seems they're more interested in asking her about recent changes to the island. In and of itself, that's not such a strange request, but she hasn't even been here for very long. How is she supposed to know what things are different?

Investigating the booths proves to be a mixed bag, in that some of them are offering gardening supplies - which Romelle is happy to load up on - and some of them are handing out other things. She's not immediately investigating any of the more risque items because she's too busy trying to plot out a small garden in her head. Lack of a place to stay seems like a pretty big roadblock there, but that's a problem for future Romelle. Eventually, she'll need to figure that out. For now, though, the blonde is content to wander for a bit longer. She's friendly and open enough to anyone who wants to approach her, though she won't shy away from pointing out when something seems off.

Chocolate Catastrophe

It seems a little too good to be true, exchanging credits for eggs. Romelle is sure there's probably more to it than what they're being told. On the other hand, she doesn't have any credits and that puts her in a vulnerable position.

And so she decides to go along with this odd little scheme, until or unless she finds some reason not to. It's straightforward enough; find a nest, collect the eggs, profit. She can't help but wonder why the robots don't just gather the eggs themselves and cut out the middle man.

"You don't look dangerous, but I guess that doesn't mean anything."

There's nobody else around and the rabbits in the area had scattered as soon as she arrived, so she's addressing the nest over there.

Scents and Scentsibility

In the end, she survives the field trip into the forest. Later, she can be spotted wandering the stalls again. There's something in the air that's calling to her but she can't quite put her finger on it. Something spicy and a little sweet.

Cue the appearance of another helpful robot. Romelle isn't strong enough to turn down a free gift, and she's curious about the perfume so of course she's going to put some on. She's not sure what to think about the tradition, but it seems innocuous enough. So it's back to wandering after that. Her evening is pretty wide open, after all.

I. Arrival

If anyone looked like they belonged washed up on a beach on a strange island, it was Senku. His hair was down, thick in his eyes and his clothes were a soft leather tunic somewhat modelled after a labcoat with short, loose sleeves. His boots were also leather, and tied off with a rope. He looked like he lived on a deserted island.

He kind of did.

He sat upright and looked around, bewildered. While someone else might try and claim a living space, Senku had no real drive to do that. He hadn’t really done it at home, why start now?

He got to his feet and decided to start exploring, walking around just peering everywhere he could.

II. Egg Collecting

Senku was chasing down rabbits. Honestly, if he caught one there was a good chance it would be dinner. Unfortunately for him, his stamina was horrible and bunnies easily outran him.

He did find the eggs and collected them, sliding them into his leather pouches without even being tempted by the chocolate.

He didn’t have much of a sweet tooth.

III. It’s Springtime!

He was brand new, he didn’t know not to trust strange, enticing things drawing him in.

That familiar scent was a mixture of campfire, chemicals, parchment and ink, with a hint of salt water in the air. Senku didn’t know that was his particular scent, but if he had he would consider it to be interesting.

He was drawn to it. It was enticing. He accepted it and under direction, he did spritz it on his neck.

Senku’s brow furrowed, it seemed a bit strange to do, but he tucked it into his pouch for now.

[Feel free to Wildcard me! If you have any questions/want to plot, you can find me on discord at Ammeschan#5385.]

i. In Which Jojo Arrives

The first hour after waking up had been a confusing mess. Joseph Joestar had woken up on the beach, coughing up saltwater and trying to remember where he was. Well, the last thing he remembers is being bedridden with Suzy caring for him, and that clearly isn't where he is now, so that's no good. Although there's still soggy bandages clinging to him, which the robots helpfully peel off of him while he's getting fixed up.

As rough as he looks, Jojo is still a man used to the finer things in life, and he can't refuse a chance to get bathed and massaged before he eventually exits the spa with his hair styled back into its signature spikes. He's even managed to swipe his clothes back before they disappeared, and he's trying to ignore the smell of the ocean on them.

He isn't really looking where he's going, so he might bump into you. Which, considering that he's roughly 6'5" and jacked, probably hurts. Whoops.

ii. In Which Jojo Threatens A Robot

If there's anything Jojo loves, it's free shit. Especially free food. So of course he jumped into the festivities, at least to see what he could get his hands on. In all honesty, the amount this city focuses on sex doesn't really bother him - he's digging the amount of naked ladies he's seen decorating the walls. What he does take issue with, though, is running across a painting of himself.

"Huh? You didn't think it'd be an issue? You wanna say that a little louder, asshole?"

Joseph is currently towering over a painter robot, who is trembling behind their booth table. There are several smashed paintings on the ground, and he looks about ready to rip the table in half as well. Someone might want to... stop him, before he gets himself into deeper trouble.

iii. In Which Jojo Gets High

In true Joseph fashion, he only half-listened to the robots' warnings about the eggs. The idea of having some extra cash to blow had been alluring, and after a while he'd just gotten caught up in the excitement of chasing after the rabbits. He'd even tried to lay traps for a few of them, but they always seemed just a little too quick for any of his schemes. Frustrating, but at least he found enough eggs to get some spending money.

Except he'd eaten one or seven of them on the way. And now he's starting to feel the effects.

He manages to keep his composure until he's cashed out the rest, and then ducks into an alleyway on his way home. Back against the wall, digging his fingers hard into the bricks as he tries to get his breathing under control. His pants feel like they're strangling him but he can't just whip it out in public, what is he supposed to-

Too ashamed to ask a stranger for help, it only takes Joseph a few minutes to succumb to the urge to handle himself. Except it isn't enough, and he already feels like he's losing his mind. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck...

vi. In Which Jojo Huffs Perfume

A few days later he's managed to shake his egg addiction, just barely. He's at least approaching the wonders of this world a little more cautiously... at least, for him. He follows a familiar scent into one of the stalls, but waits a while to see the other customers and how they react. Well, none of them seem to be too badly affected, so he walks out spritzed in that fancy-smelling cologne.

And now some other smell has caught his attention, which he's following much more eagerly. Despite his size he's rather light on his feet, and might just sneak up on the source of it - a bit closer if they're female, just on account of his own comfort. At first he barely even processes it as a sexual interest... he just wants to bury his nose in the neck of whoever's giving off that delicious scent.

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00. Arrival

I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE

II. CHOCOLATE CURRENCY

III. SPRING IS IN THE AIR (AMONG OTHER THINGS)

QUESTIONS

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