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TDM 012: SLINGING IN THE RAIN
| TDM 012: SLINGING IN THE RAIN |
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. THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING Erku's new arrivals may not be the only residents left dripping wet. Although the weather on the Island is almost always dreary, clouds begin to multiply and darken over the days before that first arrival, turning ominous shades of purple and blue which may look familiar to Islanders who have been around since Erku's beginnings. Perhaps robots will advise Islanders to fortify their shelters and get ready to accept refugees, and they hope their charges take the warnings to heart! When the rain finally falls, it is a non-stop torrent. Even though the weather is warm, the rain itself chills to the bone. Shacks and beach tents won't stand up to the downpour for long, and the shabby apartments may leak and flood. New arrivals who aren't handy enough to make quick repairs may be forced to take shelter in the homes of current Island residents, or else huddle together in the 12 rooms of the barracks for the full week that rain falls on the Island. Cats, dogs, and little dragons will also be begging Islanders for a warm place to stay! Beware of lightning strikes, too, because the skies rumble with thunder throughout the storm. Buildings and residences are frequently damaged by strikes. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and that's very true on Erku - Islanders who are struck by the lightning might find themselves temporarily blessed with god-like super strength. Such power might not always be a good thing for those who aren't used to wielding it, so please be careful not to damage your friends or property! Islanders may choose to keep their new powers, but a bingo square can be used to wish them away. II. A TASTE OF ERKU In need of shelter and credits? Then the robots have a task for you! Erku's robot population has taken note of how much Islanders seem to love the humble potato, and they want to contribute! Ready as always to please, the robots have filled the hospital cafeteria with mountains of potatoes in every imaginable variety and color: russet, red, gold, purple, chartreuse, sweet, savory, spicy, and so many more! But wait, there's more: they have provided knives, cutting boards, and peelers too, and are eager to see Islanders work their magic in their open cafeteria kitchen! Robots will monitor every dish produced, as they are eager to improve their food replication repertoire. No worries if you aren't culinarily skilled, however. Islanders will be rewarded in credits for whatever they can contribute, whether it's a gourmet meal or simply a basket of peeled potatoes. Robot-provided potato preparations are also freely available to snack on while you work, though as always, they're liable to be spiked with something to encourage Islanders to get more "friendly" with one another. Of particular note is an invention the 'bots are quite proud of, sure to delight your organic tastebuds: the potato cocktail, which packs quite a punch and - strangely enough - tastes just like a hearty steak dinner? III. NOSTALGIA FOODS Seeking a bit of refuge and some comforting food to warm you up? Signs and flyers are out informing residents of the Straight From Home Special going on right now at the Flashbang diner! Come In For All The House Favorites! For the next few days anyone can walk in and receive a free meal (or two if you’re really nice) from the robot cooks behind the counter! And it just so happens that they know exactly what you want. You will be served a meal of your favorite foods from home just the way you like them. Did you tell them? No. How did they know? Don’t bother asking, they’ll just say that the Cook Always Knows. The robot waitresses will make sure your drinks are topped up and you have everything you need, just like any hometown diner or pub you may have heard of. Eating any of the foods will bring out such nostalgia. Feelings of fondness, sadness, longing, anything when you think about the memories of your past and even of recent events. You won’t be able to stop yourself from sharing those thoughts and feelings with those around you. You’ll want to talk about your life, your opinions on the weather, the sex you just had last night and in great detail. The waitresses are listening and so is everyone else nearby. When you leave the diner you might just have to keep on sharing your thoughts about anything that comes to mind. Walk by someone you think is attractive? You’ll have to tell them. Don’t like someone’s outfit? Definitely have to tell them. Suddenly remembering having sex on the beach? Maybe the person next to you on the trolley won’t mind hearing all about it! The effects of the nostalgia will last for half a day or until the completion of an auspicious act. N A V I G A T I O N |
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The romantic mood lighting is pleasant, too, but he doesn't want to be presumptious under the circumstances. The lady's merely being kind, even if the suggestion of warming him up has his thoughts wandering in directions other than warm clothes and a cup of hot tea. Huaisang's cheeks are a bit flushed as his imagination runs wild for a few seconds before he remembers how to speak.]
It was pretty freezing. Is the rain here always like that?
[Then she's pulling his towel away and maybe what's underneath isn't particularly impressive. Huaisang's endowments are pretty average at best and being out in the cold rain isn't really doing him any favors. Blushing red with embarrassment, Huaisang hurries to cover himself with his hands, all too conscious of just how nice this lady's figure is and how cozy this dressing room is.]
Y-You said you had clothes here that I could borrow?
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[Xiao Xingchen only realizes what he's done once he sees the man's reaction, watching him in confusion for a moment. Then his line of sight flickers downwards, before returning to meet Nie Huaisang's.
Immediately, his hands fly to cover his mouth, eyes wide as a blush suffuses his entire face up to his ears.]
O-Oh, I'm so sorry! I... I was-- I-- here, go over here!
[Scrunching his eyes closed, he puts his hands on the man's shoulders, turning him around to carefully move him behind a nearby screen, before practically dashing back to the other side. Fortunately, he still hasn't let go of his habit of remembering how to get around a place without sight.
From behind the screen, he holds a couple more towels that he had grabbed earlier, along with a pair of pumpkin-like bloomers.]
Please dry yourself off, then wear those. They're the closest we have to trousers today... but do tell me if you need any help with them.
[There's also a helpful mirror against the wall there, in case that helps him at all.]
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[The garment, though unusual, is intuitive enough that Huaisang's able to figure out how to put them on, and the mirror definitely helps with adjusting them. They're a bit ruffly but it's a such a vast improvement the wet towel or no towel at all, he perfectly fine with wearing them. Once he's dried himself off more, taking advantage of the privacy screen to regain a little of his composure, he steps back out. He's still a bit chilled though, however, goosebumps breaking out over his pale skin.]
Ah, I hate to impose on you further, miss, but would you have something I could wear over this? Or a blanket? I'm still a bit chilled.
[He busies himself with towel drying his hair some more to try and get rid of a little more moisture.]
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Perhaps it is only right, given what he'd just done with the towel...
He pulls down the back of the skirt, hoping that the man did not look up fast enough. These undergarments don't cover nearly as much as the one Nie Huaisang now wears. This dress itself is a spare that he purchased from a certain seedy business... therefore, it also covers even less than the one he wore earlier, barely brushing past the curve of his rear and most of his upper chest on display.
Still, he tries to steel himself as if the man saw nothing and that nothing is particularly strange right now. Or else he would not be of much help to the unfortunate cold man, flailing and stammering about.]
Y-Yes, there's something else I meant to give you...
[Picking up a hanger carrying a long dress from a rack nearby, he pulls it out in front of Nie Huaisang and undoes the zipper in the back. For everyone he can tell would be more reserved, he keeps the longer dresses aside for them. Xiao Xingchen has been here long enough that things like that should be less trouble, right?]
Hold out your arms, and this will go over your head.