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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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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.

Guangyao couldn't help the blush on his face as he saw Xichen's eyes on him like that. This had to be a dream, right? Being appreciated by this near-perfect man in front of him.

With the sound of his name, sending small waves of electricity down his body, he moved over to suckle at the cock in front of him. He hasn't really done this before, not really but read enough of Huaisang's erotica to know how it's done. He took the head in and hollowed his cheeks. Eyes darting up to look at Xichen's face.

Neither of them have, Xichen's finger twisting the fabric of his pants, his grip turning white-knuckled as his hips buck forward, seeking more of that warm heat, his breathing rough, eyes closing.

And he groans Guangyao's name, head dropping back against the wall behind them, his lips parting a moment later. "I...your mouth is....I'm sorry..." In case it hurt Guangyao when he moved.

Eyes half-closed he opened up his lips further to try and accommodate him, pressing the flat of his tongue under the sensitive head of his cock. He pressed forward as he buckled up trying to take in more of him. He didn't care if the man fucked his throat raw, he would do anything to hear more of that voice.

He hummed appreciatively, as he worked over him, a hand moving to stroke at the base of him, moving him in time to his mouth. He loved the taste of him.

It's unfamiliar but it's a good unfamiliar, Xichen unable to hold himself still, hips jerking forward into Guangyao's mouth, one hand ending up in Guangyao's hair as he's panting quietly, his breathing harsh.

"A-Yao, I..." He shudders, the pleasure overwhelming until he's coming into Guangyao's mouth, the teasing and now that mouth and tongue more than enough to drive him over that edge.

He almost chokes in surprise as his mouth was suddenly filled with Lan Xichen's spending, He did his best to swallow as much of it that would go down, some of it dripped down the sides of his mouth.

He pulled back with an audible pop and moved to catch his breath. His tongue lapping at the tip once more before sitting back.

"Did that feel good Xichen?" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at him.

There's something about the way Guangyao looks that has him reaching down, lifting the other man up before he leans to kiss him, hand curving around the back of his head. It's a slow soft kiss, still awkward but less so than the previous ones and Xichen makes a sound in his throat as he pulls back.

"I..yes, but are you okay?" Concern does tinge the words as he studies Guangyao, unable to keep his hands from reaching to slide over the sides of the chemise he's wearing until they settle against his hips.

He allowed himself to be lifted up easily by him and kissed back, soft and sweet. He shivers against him, making a soft purring noise against him. He could sit here and kiss Lan Xichen forever.

"I am. You tasted good." He blushed and bites his lower lip, feeling quite coquettish. Shivering at his touch. "I really liked doing it."

"...Your...it felt really good too, A-Yao." He murmurs it quietly skin flushed just a little as he keeps his hands curled around Guangyao's hips. "I didn't know..people did that."

"I'm really glad. I want you to feel good Xichen, you deserve to feel good." He nuzzled his face against his neck, taking in his scent.

"Mmhmm. It is a popular practice, it's called fellatio. I've never performed it on a man before. I'm still learning as well." He began to kiss a line against his collar again, hips wiggling in his hands.

"As do you, A-Yao." But Guangyao does have an advantage of experience over him even as he commits the words to memory, his hands smoothing back up Guangyao's sides as he tilts his head, offering more of his neck.

"What can I do for you?"

He hummed softly and continued to kiss and nip against his collar. His eyes fluttering up to him as he bit sucked a small mark. It was greedy of him but he had always wanted to do that on his soft skin.

He lapped at it.

"Mmm. Spread your legs for me Xichen, allow me to prepare you. Okay?" He reached out and picked up one of the mysterious fruit, opening it up. The fluid from the fruit dripped down.

"Someone showed me this recently. It works better than oil. Want to taste some? It's really sweet."

"Will it be easier for you if I'm standing rather than sitting?" It's a quiet question, his eyes lingering on the fruit before returning to his face.

"I..okay."

"Maybe stand up, and you can bend over the vanity? We have such a difference in our heights it may be a bit easier. Kick off your pants as well, so we don't get it dirty."

With a finger, he dipped it into the fruit and scooped a little bit onto Xichen's lips. He really was surprised at how good the fruit was for such things. He gave him a soft kiss before stepping away.

He licks Guangyao's fingertip before kissing him back slowly and then moving to his feet, letting his pants settle around his feet. Then it's just a matter of crossing the vanity, his hands resting on the stand.

"Will this work?"

His breath caught at the view of him. He couldn't stop the pounding in his chest. His eyes roamed over his body. He stepped closer and ran his fingers over his smooth back.

"Lan Xichen. Have I ever told you how very breathtaking you are?"

He knelt down behind him and spread his cheeks apart with a hand, placing a small kiss against one of them. The other was coated with the fruit, traced over his entrance.

He still couldn't actually believe this was happening.

Fingers on his skin have him shivering slightly, breath catching in his throat as they slide down, spread him open and his eyes close at the words. "A-Yao..." It's a soft exhale, acknowledgment and then Xichen makes a quiet choked noise at the unfamiliar sensation of a finger touching him there.

But he holds still, keeps himself steady and tries not to clench around that finger when it presses into him finally.

"I-is it too much? Please let me know...I don't wish to cause you any pain." he said softly, ah he pressed gently.

His lips found the small of his back to try and distract him a little bit, planting small soft kisses against his flesh.

he circled his finger around the entrance, easing it in as slowly as he could.

"Does this feel alright?"

"It doesn't hurt A-Yao." He murmurs the words, tone as reassuring as he can manage as Guangyao presses a finger into him. And it doesn't. There's pressure, yes, but he can feel the faint give when his body adjusts to the intrusion and he breathes out slowly.

"You would never hurt me, I know that." And he does, as far as he's aware, his hips shifting slightly, Xichen rolling them back as he turns his head to look back at Guangyao, or what he can see anyway.

"I trust you."

"Xichen"
His hands trembled, the only thing that did betray his emotions. He was glad that Xichen had his back turned to him because he couldn't really control the tears that were threatening to fall.

I broke your trust. You'll be repulsed by me when you know who I am, what I am capable of.

His free hand pressed over the scar on his chest, while the one inside him prodded further, slim digit now buried to the knuckle. He eased out, only to press in a second, scissoring it gently.

His lips pressed against his back again. He hoped the tears didn't spill over.

00. Arrival

I. THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING

II. A TASTE OF ERKU

III. NOSTALGIA FOODS

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