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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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I'm sure.
[He's not a child anymore, nor is he as helpless or dependent as he allows others to believe. Huaisang's more than capable of making adult decisions and having adult desires. He feels the tremor in those fingers and pulls Jin Guangyao closer, lips seeking his in an eager, if inexpert, kiss. It's a little clumsy but sweet; his opportunities to practice have been few and far between, after all. He feels himself turning a red, a little embarrassed by his own inexperience but he's always been a late bloomer in most things, hasn't he?
After a moment, he breaks it, resting his forehead against Jin Guangyao's.]
I want to, A-Yao. I've wanted to for a while. You're just so wonderful. So good to me.
[The confession's soft, but sincere. Right now, Huaisang couldn't care less what tasks are actually on his card. His need for a distraction from the image of his brother's bleeding eyes burned into his brain is great and this man has always been a great comfort to him. If he can help his dear friend out while helping himself in the process, that's fine, isn't it?
He drags the wet cloth slowly up the other man's spine and underneath his hair, bathing Jin Guangyao's neck and shoulders with it.]
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A-Sang.
[Was this how he had felt about him? He must have been so torn about his betrayal when he had found out what had happened. The thought had brought tears to his eyes. How is it that he hurt everyone that was close to him? Maybe the gentry was right. Maybe he didn't deserve to touch anyone with his whoreson hands.]
I'm not.
I'm not a good person A-Sang.
You deserve better than me Huaisang.
[He couldn't help the small shiver as he felt Huaisang's hands on his back as he looked up at him with watery eyes. He deserved so much more in this life. Why did he want to touch someone like him?]
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[Huaisang doesn't let very many people close even at this age, he's still rather guarded with his heart. He never gives himself away completely and until opening up to Jin Guangyao, had never really been tempted to. Huaisang kisses the other man again. It's brief but this time there's a little bit more finesse to it; he's a quick study when it comes to subjects he wants to learn. The washcloth continues to move across his skin as if this act alone might cleanse Jin Guangyao of whatever sins he's committed in his lifetime.
He pulls back just a bit, shifting into a sitting position again and leaning back against the back of the tub, pulling Jin Guangyao along with him into his lap. Once they're resettled again, Huaisang tasks himself with washing away those tears and gently kissing their tracks. He speaks softly, still in that same sincere, sweet tone between each one.]
You're beautiful just as you are. I don't care what anyone thinks about you, including Da Ge. He doesn't get to decide everything for me.
[Huaisang's lips move down to a spot on Jin Guangyao's neck where he sucks there to leave a pretty mark to admire later.]
I'm not a good person either, A-Yao. My brother's dying and here I am with you, the last person he'd want me to be with. And I still don't care enough to stop.
[Or maybe he's just gone numb from the shock of everything. Who can see for sure what goes on inside of Nie Huaisang.]
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[Even when he was trying to plot his downfall, pretending. Huaisang was still important. One couldn't undo all the years of love and affection with that betrayal. He leaned into the kiss again letting out a small gasp against those soft sweet lips. His hands moving to circle around his back.
He shifts his legs as he is pulled onto his lap so that they are now curling around his waist. He's never been touched like this before, haven't had his tears wiped away so gently since he was a little child.]
No...[Whether this was agreeing or disagreeing with him was unclear. He made a decision then. If he wanted things to better for them in this life, he will do whatever he can to make things better for Huaisang. To make his life good here. It won't erase what he took but it was something.
He cannot change what happened in the past or the decisions he had made back then but he could control what he did now. He let out a small pitiable gasp as he felt his bite against the sensitive flesh of his neck.
Jin Guangyao was fully hard with just that action.]
Then, let's lose ourselves in each other. The two of us, not great, unfilial, unrighteous people. [He cupped Huaisang's face and kissed him deeply then as if sealing that decision.]
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Huaisang finally abandons the washcloth to the water, pressing his hands directly to Jin Guangyao's skin, caressing his back, sides, and hips almost reverently. He trails a finger over the other man's backside and down through the cleft between his cheeks, teasing his opening a little before finally settling his hands on Jin Guangyao's hips.
When they finally come up for air, Huaisang asks in a soft but urgent tone directly into Jin Guangyao's ear.]
Do you have oil? I don't want to hurt you...
[He gently bites the man's earlobe before starting to nibble down the side of his neck and shoulder while waiting for an answer.]
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Jin Guangyao couldn't help the desperate moan that escaped him when the fingers traced against that part of him. The sound melted into the kiss. He had never been touched there before. He had never thought that he was amenable to that sort of thing, being in that type of vulnerable position. But he wanted to. He wanted him to take him and for him to spill inside him.
His eyes were hazy with lust as he spoke, leaning into the bite.]
...I've never done it before in there.
I have some oil that I use for my hair. I suppose that should suffice well enough. [He reaches over, getting up enough to lean back to the sink where there was a bottle. He was hyper-aware of the view he was probably giving him. His endowments were average, proportionate to the rest of his body, currently, it was flush against his lower abdomen.
He handed Huaisang the oil.] Should I sit up out of the water so you can press it in?
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Yes... I want you to be ready. I want it to feel good for both of us.
[When they'd first run into each other on the beach, Huaisang never would've thought this is where they'd wind up. He can't help but want to touch so he gives in to temptation, taking Jin Guangyao's cock into his hand and giving it several light, slow strokes before releasing it in favor of the oil. Huaisang fumbles hastily to get the cap off, liberally slicking down his fingers with the oil and putting it aside.]
I've never done it this way either but I've read books. I have an idea of how this works.
[Once Jin Guangyao's in position, he'll press a finger to his opening and start working it in.]
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He nodded lifting his hips out of the water and using the edges of the tub to balance himself. This position was embarrassing but he spread his leg over the side, to allow the other access to him.]
Use more than you think you'll need. That's the most important thing I think.
[He gave a soft hiss as he felt himself being worked. He struggled to unclench and just relax. He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths and wondered why his body felt so very hot.]