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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 |
Or we do, and say we didn't for peace of mind.
Todoroki. Of course he couldn't mistake that voice, not only was it grating on a normal day, he'd just come from that fucking dinner... so it was fresh as hell. Katsuki was pretty damn annoyed to feel a heavy rush of relief at the realization that he wasn't alone here, one that he covered up instantly with a hard scowl. Hell no, he wasn't about to act like he was anything but annoyed with this bastard for interrupting him.
"I'll deal with you in a minute, Half and Half, I've got some fucking recycling to do--" As he turned to continue his mission, seeing as he STILL needed his goddamn clothes no matter who the fuck was turning up, Katsuki found that the robot had dismissed itself. It was nowhere to be seen. A fact that had his blood running cold in an instant- momentarily. The eye of the storm that was about to unleash itself on everything and everyone in it's vicinity. Face screwing up in pure rage, vein pulsing in his forehead, the telltale signs that Bakugou Katsuki was really going to explode. Three... two... one...
"MOTHERFUCKER!!!"
Hmm. I accept your reasonable offer.
Yep. This sure was something that was on its way if anyone liked it or not. The internal countdown was one that happened in Todoroki's head, too, hair momentarily brushing back with the force of that yell. At least it had been a yell and not an explosion. "I don't think that's going to help," but if it made him feel better. "There's more than one robot around, Bakugo. What's the problem? You forgot where you put your clothes?"
That's me, Miss Reasonable!
Whatever. Fuck him. For implying that he was so dumb that he might just forget where he put his only set of clothes, and for having a good point. There were plenty more where that one came from, it seemed like this fucking island was crawling with robots and he had barely made his way onto the damn thing.
A fist slams into his other open palm hard, as he tells his classmate the new plan.
"You're right. Let's round 'em all up! Crush them like fucking cans, one by one until one of them gives up the location!"
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Mismatched eyebrows pinch together with a curious raise of one of his eyebrows and the other contributing to a little look that laid out how ridiculous that all sounded. Except, he knew exactly how to assuage this. For as stupid as Todoroki came off sometimes, handling Bakugo and turning his anger in a different direction wasn't all that hard. Kirishima had it down to an art, but Todoroki wasn't a slacker, either, or at least he'd like to think so. "If I'm right about that, then I'm right we should just find our clothes on our own as a last resort. Unless you haven't washed them in the last month they can't get up and walk away on their own. Or—" he proposed as he began to walk back toward his spa room, "We could just ask instead of going full onslaught."
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And where the fuck was Shoto going? On a normal day, Katsuki would out right refuse to fucking take that lead- and he definitely wasn't going to follow by any means- but that earlier top secret relief he'd experienced dictated that separating wasn't really an option. Which is why Shoto would find that Katsuki was right next to him, not even a fraction of a pace behind him. "When the hell'd you get here, anyway?"
Based off of the fact that he was here at the spa, probably drug in by the very same robots from the shore, he'd guess that it was not long before or after Katsuki had.