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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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When he came down to make lunch he was not expecting a familiar and beloved face. His grin was immediate and huge. "Vex'ahalia!" he boomed and went over to her right away. Shaun drew her in for a tight hug that went for a long moment before he stepped back and held her face in his hands.
"Look at you, as pretty as you were on your wedding day." It was good to see another familiar face, another friend and ally that Shaun adored. "Have you seen Vax'ildan yet? Oh, of course you have. He must have brought you here! I was just about to make lunch."
And he guided her towards a seat at the table. "I'm sure you've still got a million questions if Vax hasn't explained everything already."
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"Well, all things considered; that's where I just...came from." she trails off, and does the math in her mind.
"So you're from...after the wedding as well, then? This is starting to make a little more sense..." she takes her seat with that thought, sitting slowly.
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"I've been here a month or so now." And what a wonderful time it has been, besides the occasional hiccup or strangeness. Shaun is strangely content here at times.
He starts to move around the kitchen, gathering things to cook with. "Now, first, let me assure you time has stopped back home. I've been told that by multiple sources. You won't miss anything. Your children will be fine while you're here."
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The worry on her face multiplies before anything; she's been worried about Vesper since far before she got here, she'd been worried since Sylas had thrown her from the bluff.
"Oh thank fuck." she sighs, faceplanting onto the table. It's relief, sure, but that's not to say she won't miss her daughter while she's here.
"And then what about getting home? I assume everyone's tried what they could, but if you're still here, then---" She trails off, having answered her own question. "We can't, can we?"
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He goes over and squeezes her shoulders with both hands. "You won't be alone, Vex. I promise. The people we've met here are good. Vax is here. Percy is here. We might be trapped but we are not alone."
He leans down and kisses her forehead gently. "And if that's not reassuring, I'll get you some alcohol to drown your troubles for tonight."
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But Shaun was right. They weren't alone. Images of Emon ring through in her mind and she has to shake the thought. They weren't alone. That's a vitally important fact.
The casual affection makes her smile sympathetically, the offer to drink eliciting a sudden bark of laughter.
"I think seeing you and Vax are here, and Percy, I am absolutely reassured. Reassured enough to take you up on that offer, but only if the rest of us will, too."
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"I'll send them a message then." He moves away, back to the cabinets, rooting around inside the cabinets until he finds a bottle of wine. "Though, I believe Percy is not yet at your wedding. There's a group here, many of them live in the house next door that are from oh, twenty years or so in our future."
When that had been explained Shaun had marveled at it. To take people from different times on the same plane of existence was... powerful.
He pours a glass for her and himself, generous as always with the drink and he sets it down in front of her. "It's a strange place we've found ourselves in darling."