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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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"..I am not sure that's possible, but I can try?" Xichen offered after following him into the bath, reaching for the bottle to pour some of the liquid into his hand. He eyes it for a moment before smoothing it over his fingers, his gaze shifting to Guangyao as he slides a finger down between his cheeks, seeking his entrance, finger rubbing over it before it slides into Guangyao, slowly.

And it's an odd sensation, Xichen leaning to kiss him again to distract himself.

He giggled, he didn't mean it literally but that comment was really endearing. He spread his legs further and took a couple of deep grounding breaths as his finger breached him, a deliciously low moan escaping his lips. His fingers were delicate but long and it felt good to have him inside like this.

He tilted his head back to kiss him back open-mouthed, drinking in his lips. His eyes were closed. He was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of his finger.

Xichen's still tentative as he works the finger in and out, watching Guangyao's face when he breaks the kiss, expression more concerned than anything else, although it does fade as he feels the muscle loosen. That has him adding a second, slowly.

"How many should I use? You said it might need more because of my er..size."

"Once you get two in begin to make this kind of motion." He scissors two fingers to show him. He was certainly being much gentler than Xue Yang did, and it was odd still but not a bad sensation.

"Hm, Maybe three or even four. You are rather girthy, but as long as you stretch me out it should be alright. Use lots of the stuff in the bottle. Be sure to coat yourself with it as well." he let out a soft moan, his hips moving back towards him.

"Feels good Xichen."

The moan has his breath catching, but he follows the direction, scissoring fingers inside him as he keeps working Guangyao, open, adding a third once he's sure it'll slip in easily. By the time they're done, he's used four, just to be safe and liberal amounts of the liquid before he's pulling Guangyao into another kiss.

Guangyao's hips thrusting back to meet every one of his fingers. Legs spread and body weak. He wouldn't allow many people to breach him but he felt safe in his hands. He felt like he was stretched enough, and kissed Xichen back enthusiastically. He was glad that there weren't that many people who would brave the rains to take a bath or he would die of embarrassment.

"Can you do it now, Xichen? Can you fuck me properly. A-Yao promises he'll be really good for you." His eyes were half-lidded, voice tinged with barely constrained lust.

"I...yes." His hands smooth over Guangyao's hips before he settles, pulling the other man into his lap, lips finding a spot under his ear. He's still a little hesitant, though, careful as he adjusts the position until he's pressing into Guangyao slowly.

Jin Guangyao focused on his breathing as he gently lowered himself onto Lan Xichen, shameless noises emitting from his lips. “Xichen... you’re so big.” He mumbled as he craned his neck back a bit. His hips pushed down inch by inch until he has bottomed out onto him.

He was certain they were quite a sight. His small thin but lithe body on top of Lan Xichen’s well muscled strong one. Legs spread out, they wohave a full view of him being penetrated. His own cock hard and strained against his abdomen.

He felt so stretched out on him. He was lovely and he couldn’t believe that this was happening.

And Xichen's head drops forward onto his shoulder, eyes closing as Guangyao sinks down onto his shaft, hands gripping his hips as a groan escapes, before he breathes, "A-Yao.." and presses kisses to his neck.

And then he's lifting his head, hips rocking up into Guangyao as Xichen catches him in a kiss.

Oh the sound of his whispering his name like that, was enough to just get him moving on top of him. His fingers moved back to lace through his hair. "Please..more" Just being with him felt so very good.

He kissed back, shamelessly. All composure lost now, just wanton passions.

The rain was a monstrous inconvenience, but Mingjue wasn't going to let a little thing like rain prevent him from learning more about the island before anything more dangerous decided to pounce. His next stop was the bathhouse.

He entered readily enough, but he froze as soon as he was inside at the sounds that...really could not be mistaken for anything else. With the purpose of the island—as far as he was aware—in mind, he could not help but seek whoever the sounds were coming from.

Ah. Lo and behold.

Xichen and A-Yao.

The sight struck him dumb and all he could do was stand there in full view, dripping rainwater, and stare.

Kissing A-Yao was something he'd never really thought about but now that they'd started, he couldn't really stop, his hands helping Guangyao move, a low groan slipping out when he pulls back.

And then he's just kissing along Guangyao's neck.

Guangyao was completely absorbed in the kiss, tilting his head back as he felt the movement inside him, he let out a husky moan as he felt his neck being kissed as well. His petite hands grasping at Xichen's thighs as he pulled back and almost out. Arching his back he pushed all the way down, taking him to the hilt again.

He opened his eyes and moved to tilt his head to give his lover another kiss when he noticed that they were no longer alone. For a moment, panic took over. Something about the sound of rain and the large silhouette in the doorway jogged at his too-clear memories.

His hands trembled on Xichens's thighs, gold eyes wide, face flushed.

"Daaa geee?!" he cried out but it came out as a husky moan because that was the moment Xichen hit his prostate.

...yup. That was A-Yao and Xichen, all right.

A bright hot flare of (definitely) anger surges through him, and he strides forward. His steps are loud and wet in the empty bathhouse, though far less loud that the moan of Mingjue's name—according to both of them—as Xichen apparently pleasures him, hrm, greatly. The sound sends a spike of something (significantly less anger) straight through him, so that as he gets closer, his steps get slower.

Baxia stays sheathed and Mingjue comes to a halt near a useful vertical surface that he can lean against. Folding his arms, he props himself up against said surface and glowers at the pair of them thoughtfully. This is an otherwise very private area, considering the rain. They also seem to be enjoying themselves, something he found himself wanting very fiercely for both of them, after his last conversations with each.

They really are very pretty together, which isn't a thought he's ever had before. Not that it made it any less true. But the long lean lines of Xichen and A-Yao's slender strength...if he could be sure that there wasn't some horrifying nonsense going on forcing them together upon some random god's whims, he might be tempted to just let them be.

As it was, he wanted a moment's more honest observation. In his experience, it was hard to hide genuine emotion than it was to fake the same.

He'd been caught up in the sensations, the way A-Yao felt around him, the sounds Guangyao made when he moved but the name jolts him out of the mood, Xichen going dead still like he'd had cold water dumped on him, a slow humiliated flush creeping up his neck as he lifts his eyes to look.

And it's Mingjue, soaking wet and Xichen can't quite help the way his mouth goes dry at the sight, pulling his hands off Guangyao's hips to keep from actually hurting him, fingers digging into his palms.

"...Da-Ge."

"Ah. I see that you've been exploring the island, some more? Or have you come to take a bath?"

Well, this was awkward.

His hand trembled on Xichen's thighs, his eyes still wide, meeting Mingjue's. Once again he felt stripped bare under his gaze, except this time he really was exposed and not in a vague metaphorical way.

He was bright red, and his hands shifted to cover his nudity. His face tried to compose some semblance of normalcy as if Xichen's cock wasn't in him and it was any other time.

He let out a small breathy laugh.

"Mingjue, Do you like what you see? If Xichen is alright with it you can come in if you'd like."

"Xichen," Mingjue says in greeting. He remains leaning against the wall. The blush on both of them just makes him want a taste. "A-Yao."

He shows absolutely zero shame for having interrupted what looked to be a very pleasant time. Only a dark gaze with a slightly-furrowed brow and all of his focus pointed directly at the two of them.

"I do," he answers A-Yao evenly. "And I might." There's a bit of bite to his words, though it's not quite directed at them. "First—is this something the island made you two do?" He pins each of them with a look that demands the truth out of them.

The question has him quiet for a moment, gaze dropping to Guangyao in his lap before he lifts his eyes, meets Mingjue's gaze. "No, it didn't." At least not in the sense of force, but he'd definitely fallen very easily for the soft words and gentle touches when he'd encountered A-Yao in the cafe.

So influenced maybe, but he'd chosen this, chosen Guangyao as someone he at least trusted to allow this level of intimacy. "I..." Xichen trails off, makes a quiet embarrassed sound.

Guangyao looked up at Mingjue evenly. He remembered the conversation he had with him only the day before. That must have prompted the line of questioning.

He smiled softly, shaking his head.

"I highly doubt the gods would have to do anything for me to want to fuck Lan Xichen." He reached out and touched his embarrassed face, before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I doubt I would have to be influenced to want to fuck you as well, Mingjue.

I am doing this because I want to. Not because I am forced to."

Meeting first Xichen's eyes, then A-Yao's, he nods, digesting both responses. He hardly knows either man anymore but he's weak to Xichen's embarrassment and to A-Yao's even honesty.

He huffs. His anger he banks for later and lets some of the tension go out of his posture in clear capitulation to both of their words. The one thing he does not do, however, is apologize.

"Good." He nods again, satisfied for the moment. Pushing away from the wall, he stalks forward, closer to where both of them are bare and joined. There's a measure of caution to his approach, not quite uncertainty, where he is testing the water with respect to A-Yao's invitation. He looks from one to the other before settling his gaze again on Xichen. "Don't stop on account of me."

Xichen's soft shocked 'A-Yao' at the way he's speaking to Mingjue is impossible to stop, the flush on his skin deepening under Mingjue's gaze before he drops his eyes again. But the words have his head jerking back up, his mouth going dry enough that he swallows hard.

"Da-Ge..." It's a whisper, his fingers finding Guangyao's hips. trying to steady himself with the contact, Xichen unable to look away from Mingjue.

Guangyao smiled at the little shocked gasp thinking it was the most endearing thing. He was going to have to dirty talk more if that was his cute reaction. He gave another small kiss, before turning to Mingjue, his eyes were half-lidded the lust open on his face, making direct contact with the man in front of him.

His hands moved away from covering himself, only to run along his own torso. If he wanted a show he was going to give him one. One of them softly pinching at his own nipple, the other stroking his throbbing erection.

His hip began to move against the other again, pulling up almost all the way only to press down at a slow pace.

"Do you like it? Do you like watching me fuck Xichen?"

Mingjue has probably taken leave of his senses, but holding Xichen's gaze while Xichen curls his fingers around A-Yao's hips feels perhaps more intimate than he would have thought. The look on his face, however, and the embarrassment there, makes him want to reassure. Because as much as he loves that flush, he wants it there for pleasure foremost. Without looking away, Mingjue sets down everything he was carrying before finally approaching much, much closer.

"It's alright, Xichen," he murmurs, reaching out to brush gently at his jaw before he peels his eyes away to admire A-Yao's show. The angle had improved with his approach, giving him a lovely view of A-Yao's hand on his own cock.

Mingjue drops to his knees besides the pair of them and, a little strained, says, "Beautiful." Then he lifts a hand, ready to reach out—only to stop, give A-Yao a little half-smirk, and ask Xichen, "May I join you both?"

Xichen can't look away as he's approaching, his mouth dry and the touch dragging a soft helpless little sound from his lips as his hips rock up into Guangyao unprompted. But then Mingjue asks the question and he wets his lips, clearing his throat.

"...Yes, of course." Because there's really no other answer he can give.

"You're the one who is beautiful, Mingjue." it felt odd to keep calling him Da-ge in this situation.

The feeling of Xichen moving deep inside him was so much. His nails digging into the skin of his chest, leaving small angry raised scratch marks in their wake. His body twitched around him.

He leaned back to kiss Xichen one more breathily before shifting his hips up and off him with a pop. He felt his hole twitch with the sudden emptiness of it. He stood up, legs shaking.

"I ... ohhh... think that it may be good to shift a bit. Mingjue, would you mind undressing so we can see how lovely you are?" In the meantime, he was going to take a cloth and wash Xichen down. "I'm sorry Xichen, I promise I'll make it up to you."

00. Arrival

I. THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING

II. A TASTE OF ERKU

III. NOSTALGIA FOODS

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