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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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"You don't know that." But his fingers skim higher, brush over bare skin before tracing up to the edge of that lace almost as if he's mesmerized, the need to touch pushing him past any of his normal limits.

"Someone could come in seeking shelter..." His fingers pause, his eyes closing for a moment. "What do you want me to do?"

"How scandalous that would be. They might end up seeing you absolutely wrecking me then won't they?" He smiled, placing a small peck on his cheek.

"I'll lock the door and put our closed for lunch sign. Then we can go to the dressing room and you may do whatever you want with me."

He hopped off his lap with a smile, a wink, and sway of the hips. As he locked the door and switched the sign.

"Besides, It would technically not be a lie if I decided to have you for lunch, now would it?" He gave him one of his most innocent looks.

"A-Yao!" It's a startled response, the name slipping from his lips as he watches Jin Guangyao close the cafe down, everything else forgotten with how Jin Guangyao is acting, Xichen trying to make it correlate to the man he remembers.

But it's different. Not bad, necessarily, but it's definitely a new side that has him shifting in his seat before he moves to stand.

"...I..." But what does he say to something like that, anyway.

He looked over at Xichen, he had never been so bold before in front of him before. But in a way, it was a very liberating feeling. Like he could cast aside all the shackles of being purely good and proper, lest someone would not deign to give him the tiniest bit of respect.

"If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell me Xichen. Alright? I want this to be so good for you. I want to make you feel really really good.

He reached down and took his hands in his own, squeezing tightly.

"I want to make your toes curl and to hear you cry out my name. Will you allow me this?"

Boldness was an unfamiliar presentation, definitely, Xichen more used to his quiet words but it's not unwelcome, not at the moment and Xichen steps forward, closing that last little bit of space between their bodies.

Frees a hand and lifts it to tilt A-Yao's chin up before leaning down to kiss him, keeping the contact gentle. "You can do as you please, A-Yao.."

He stood on his tiptoes up to kiss him back, returning it with as much gentleness as was given, even with heels he wasn't quite tall enough. His mouth worked against his lips and his heart clenched in his chest. He had often dreamed about kissing this man.

"You kiss like a dream Xichen." he said with warmth in his voice.

He led him to the back again to the little dressing room. Once inside, he offered him the chair.

"Here sit, so I can kiss you properly."

Xichen's smile flickers in response to the words, following Guangyao after a moment and moving to sit, his eyes never leaving Guangyao's face as he lifts a hand, his thumb tracking A-Yao's jawline lightly.

"You have the better of me here, A-Yao, so..." He leaves the statement unfinished, brushing his lips against Guangyao's again.

"Xichen... You really are beautiful. Please touch me everywhere."

He straddled his lap again, wrapping his arms around his shoulders to kiss him again. This time deeply and passionately as if to say all the things he had wanted to for so many years.

He lifted the hem of his skirt, encouraging Xichen to touch his thighs, under the dress.

Having Guangyao back in his lap has his hands dropping,sliding up his thighs to find his hips, pull him closer as he kisses back, lets himself fall into it and respond in kind to how A-Yao is kissing him, his own responses less skilled.

But he does pull Guangyao forward until they're all but pressed together.

Smiling against his lips he guided him, slowly but surely on how to deepen the kiss, using his tongue here and a little bit of his teeth there. Nothing too hard or rough.

As he felt pulled forward he rolled his hips against Xichen's in a bold yet insistent move.

He broke the kiss and was smiling coquettishly.

"Do you want to see it? How much you're getting to me?"

"...A-Yao." It's more exhalation than speech, his gaze dropping for a moment, lingering on Guangyao's mouth before Xichen locks eyes with him again.

"...Do you want to show me?"

He leaned back, biting his lower lip, Gold eyes looking at him through thick lashes. He lifts up the skirt to reveal a pair of white lace panties and his cock trapped within its confines, flushed pint, the lace damp where it met the tip.

"Does Xichen like what he sees?"

"I like everything about A-Yao." He murmurs it and lets one hip go, moves his hand so he can run a finger up the fabric covering Guangyao's cock, base to tip, gaze returning to watch his face.

"That can't be comfortable, though." It's a quiet observation, fingers sliding under he fabric to tug it down, although the lace may not survive the movement.

He gave out a deep moan as his finger, moved to his shaft, his hips jerking on their own accord. He laughs when they accidentally rip off.

"Goodbye then, it was nice knowing you," he says cheerfully to the panties. "Don't worry about it this happens often, this isn't made to last."

He wiggled on his lap, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"How does Xichen like doing it? I know you don't have the experience but have you thought about it?"

That moan rolls through him, Xichen making a soft sound of his own, his gaze dropping again before he just runs his finger over Guangyao's shaft, skin to skin, eyes drifting back up to his face.

"I...not really. I don't usually have the time to think of things like that." It's never been a priority, his focus more on everything else around him. "With the war and then Wangji being in seclusion and...."

His back arches and he presses forward into the touch. How long had he wanted to be touched by this man, even craving it? The little touches, from this man, always drove him mad.

"Understandable. Hm. Would you be amenable to me taking you in that case? I'll make sure to prepare you really well so it'll feel really good." he had some of the fruit that Persephone gave him, on hand, and it really did work so much better than oil.

"I...yes, I think so." Although at this point, he'd have agreed to anything Guangyao suggested, his thumb rubbing up and down over A-Yao's shaft as he speaks, watching his reactions and trying to memorize them, commit them to memory as his other hand wanders, smooths over one of Guangyao's thighs.

"If it's easier for you."

Guangyao made a small pleasured noise at the back of his throat. his hand snaked down to wrap around Xichen's erection gauging his size. His head tilted to rest on the larger man's shoulder as he spoke, hips moving along with each touch.

"I would like to take it some time from you. However, I think more preparation will be required for that before I can. You are so large, everything about you is. So beautiful. We should probably divest you of your clothing before we ruin your spare robes, hmmm?"

Hearing Guangyao make that sound almost drags something from his lips but it's lost in the groan that escapes with those fingers curl around his own shaft, his eyes closing.

"A-Yao.." It's a low breathless whisper before he nods slightly, hands moving to start working his own robes open. "Yes."

Guangyao leaned forwards and licked a line across Xichen's neck, blowing along the cooling trail. His eyes shifted closed as the other man began to get his robes open.

Leaning forward he kissed the muscle of his neck, nibbling on it as his fingers worked at his cock. He loved the scent of him, how heavy he felt in his hand.

He could hardly believe that this was happening. It was too surreal. What if it was some wonderful dream and he would wake up in the unclean realm and Xichen was not here.

His fingers falter under the teasing, Xichen's breath catching in his throat, head tilting back to offer Guangyao more access to his neck. And then he's catching Guangyao's chin, tilting it so he can kiss the other man, if a little clumsily.

And then he's sliding the outer layer of robes off his shoulders, leaving himself in the under layer.

He leans up into the kiss, humming softly. His hands moving off his cock, to trace up along the heavy muscles of his body, almost reverently. As if he was memorizing each bit of flesh. After breaking the kiss he smiled against his lips.

"Xichen, I want to taste you. Is that okay?" He looked up at him, gold eyes shining with lust.

The sound of his name like that sends a shiver down his spine and meeting Guangyao's gaze has him inhaling, his fingers curling in the fabric of his own pants.."You...do what feels right for you, A-Yao. I don't..." He trails off, his voice a little hoarse again.

"I won't stop you unless it's something that feels wrong."

With the assurance that he would stop him if he was uncomfortable, he hopped off him. Shifting out of his apron and maid dress. He was only wearing a light see-through chemise underneath that helped keep the volume of the skirts.

He got down on his knees and freed Xichen's cock from his pants.

"How lovely you are!" He leaned forward to give the tip a small kiss, just a light brush of his lips.

Xichen watches Guangyao undress, his eyes taking in the details, before he reaches out, fingers sliding over the fabric of the chemise,sliding down to one of his hips. "I could say the same thing about you, A-Yao.." It's a quiet murmur before his hand drops back to his side when Guangyao kneels.

And then he shudders at that brush of lips, his hips jerking forward as he gasps out a hoarse "A-Yao." and his fingers twist in the fabric of his own pants.

00. Arrival

I. THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING

II. A TASTE OF ERKU

III. NOSTALGIA FOODS

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