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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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"Fuck," Mingjue swore, more on principle than because he had any coherent thoughts in his head, keeping Xichen safe and secure on his lap, one arm around his back. He kisses him each time Xichen surges forward, and he lets their fingers lace. When they do, he squeezes, hard, once, a little pulse of wordless 'I'm here, I promise I'm here.'

"We do whatever you want," he says, firm and a little hoarse. "Doesn't matter. Whatever you want."

"I just want you." It's softer, a little broken, his head dropping forward to rest on Mingjue's shoulder, eyes closing as he shudders, tries to press closer. "..I was doing my best, helping Huaisang, looking after Wangji and handling my sect and I was fine. Until I was here and you opened that door and now..."

Now he had to think about losing him again. "Mingjue..."

"Hey, hey, you did good," Mingjue says, soothing him with a hand down his spine and hooking his chin over Xichen's shoulder, a little bit unseeing. His focus had narrowed. "You did good. You couldn't have prepared for this. Breathe."

He nosed at Xichen's throat and placed a kiss on the slope beneath his ear.

That has Xichen inhaling a little sharply, his eyes closing as a jolt of want races down his spine before he lifts his head, turning to catch Mingjue in another kiss, awkward and fumbling but softer, the edge of desperation slipping away. Fingers skim down, find one of Mingjue's hips and dig in hard enough to bruise.

Matching Xichen's intensity of kiss, Mingjue meets him pressure for pressure, gentling Xichen down. He strokes his spine again, reassuring and eager, but when Xichen grasps his hip he gasps into the kiss and bucks upwards.

Reminding himself that, right, he has made himself very, very naked. "Xichen," he warns him, sliding his hand down the curve of Xichen's ass and threatening to squeeze. "Careful."

When Mingjue bucks up, Xichen moans raggedly, his eyes locking on Mingjue's face for a moment before he just rolls his hips, rocking down against Mingjue with a soft gasp.

And when Mingjue's hands find his ass, Xichen inhales sharply, before wetting his lips, trying to ease his grip a little.

Jin Guangyao had shifted back a little bit when Xichen had moved onto Mingjue's lap, knowing that this was a much-needed private moment between the two of them. Currently, he had opted to sit with both his knees curled up to his chest and his arms and chin resting on his knees. The rest of him was covered by his hair. For some reason sitting like this made him feel a bit more comfortable. The scar on his chest was covered from view.

He wore his usual appeasing smile as he had watched them, His face impassive as it had been in Koi tower for so many years. Not really able to help his mind from moving to the events that had happened before he had died. He had used one man to hurt the other man in front of him. But he was also was deeply hurt by both of them as well. Torn into two by both their regard and their scorn.

You are so good A-Yao.

You are an irredeemable son of a whore Meng Yao!

Who could he be in between those two things? He was a mirror reflecting what they had wanted to see. If they knew what he did, the crimes he had committed. How much blood was on his hands, they would hate him.

Who can he be now? Who can he be without having to continue lying, and remembering what lies he had told?

He wanted to protect them.

He wanted safety and worthiness that didn't tie to being good. His fingernails dug into the skin of his shins.

...He wondered if that could exist for him.

The grope and warning nets Mingjue an intriguing little gasp out of Xichen and a flare of desire. With the easing-up of Xichen's grip on his hip, he repeats the bucking motion, hoping for another delicious hiproll.

His cock's renewed interest in the proceedings, however, blasts away his narrow focus. He certainly hasn't forgotten that half of the reason why there were tears on Xichen's face was that he all but pounced the two of them in the middle of fucking, interrupted everything, and sent it straight to hell. From over Xichen's shoulder, he can see A-Yao now, curled in on himself and smiling and entirely too far away.

Stroking Xichen's sides, he leans forward with the reminder, "Now, I did interrupt you both."

Xichen grinds back down against him reflexively, his moan a little louder this time but the distraction is enough to clear his mind, pull him out of that moment of weakness, the grief that surged over him because of his own regrets and his head turns, gaze shifting to Guangyao.

"A-Yao..." His voice is soft, a little husky. "I'm sorry." He shifts slightly, reaches out a hand to Guangyao. "Come here, please."

It took a few minutes for Guangyao to even register that he was being talked to. He shook it off and attempted to refocus on the matter at hand.

Okay. Take a breath. He looked up and shook his head with a small smile, almost as if he was shaking off any remainder of the terrible thoughts the were plaguing him.

"No need to be sorry Xichen, you're fine. This is a lot to process and feelings will come up as they will." He said cheerfully, falling into the persona he seemed to have been building up in this interaction now. It was easier to focus on someone else having a breakdown than to really deal with anything he, himself is going through. He uncurled his body and crawled over to where the two of them were.

"Doesn't Mingjue kiss well? I think we should keep this a secret though."

Well, Mingjue definitely thinks A-Yao's response is entirely genuine and not at all like he's talking about himself when he speaks about feelings. But since A-Yao seems (hrmmmm) to come out of it at Xichen's beckoning, Mingjue doesn't comment, only reaches out in tandem with Xichen to try and catch hold of him. An arm or a shoulder, anything will do in the attempt to tug him close. Mingjue's lap was perhaps not quite big enough for two, but A-Yao had a slighter frame, so maybe...

Logistics aside, "A kiss for each of us, then?" he requests of A-Yao. "Xichen still needs more."

Xichen knows better, his gaze fixed on Guangyao as he lifts his head but that's something to speak to him about later, when they're in front of Mingjue,. For now, his fingers just stroke along Guangyao's cheek before he leans to kiss him gently, the contact soft and brief.

And then he's moving back, making room between himself and Mingjue for Guangyao if he wants to slide in between them. "Join us.."

Guangyao nodded and kissed Xichen back softly, before leaning back. He allowed himself to be pulled in by Mingjue and settled in between the two men. He was a rather slight man and didn’t really take much much space at all. He craned his head up to look at them.

“A kiss for each.” He pushed up to press his lips against Mingjue’s to give him a soft kiss as well.

Settling A-Yao, Mingjue helps tuck him in between the two of them so that he's facing Xichen. A-Yao's weight on his lap sends a spike of want through him, his cock interested, but he isn't quite ready to forget the moment where A-Yao hadn't been quite there when they'd called him. He smooths down A-Yao's sides with his palms and leaves them there as A-Yao twists to kiss him.

He rumbles with pleasure, then breaks the kiss to hook his chin over A-Yao's shoulder to grin at Xichen.

"Better?"

Xichen just watches them from where he's sitting before leaning forward to kiss Guangyao again when Mingjue pulls back, slow and deep, his hands settling over Mingjue's on Guangyao's sides.

"Better."

It was oddly comforting in a way that he could never fathom, being surrounded in this way by these two men who made all of these complex emotions flare up in him. It made him feel safe in a way that he never had before. He enjoyed the different taste of each of their lips and just allowed himself to be covered by them, their hands felt so large against his petite form. He bit down his lower lip.

"Please kiss again." He said, his voice small in between them. "And then I want the both of you to make love to me." He finished with a blush.

With a pleased nod at Xichen, acknowledging that 'better,' he hitches A-Yao hard against him. There's no hiding the fact he hard and ready. Xichen's hands over his are warm and he's pleased by their weight, helping him keep A-Yao in place.

"Good plan." He kisses the side of A-Yao's head with affection, and lets Xichen have A-Yao's mouth first. "We'll finish what you started."

Xichen leans in to kiss him briefly, keeping it gentle before leaning past Guangyao to kiss Mingjue as well, one hand curling in Mingjue's hair while the other stays resting over Mingjue's on Guangyao's hip.

"We can do that, A-Yao."

Guangyao made a small pleased noise as Xichen kissed him. He craned his head to watch the other men kiss. Moving his hips back slightly to really press up against Mingjue's erection, letting out a deep moan as he did so. He was feeling that press for a bit and wasn't entirely sure if he could fit him, but it would certainly be fun to try. One hand stayed upon Xichen's shoulder, the other one moving down to his cock to stroke at him softly.

He hummed softly mind wandering.

"Someday, I'd like to be able to fit the both of you like this... But I think I'll have to work up to that. Maybe we can go with one and then the other? I should already be prepared.

Would you two like that?"

Skin buzzing with Xichen's hands on him and A-Yao in his lap, he dips forward to kiss Xichen in return. He works his lips, trying to make it good, to pour as much feeling as he can into it, messy and affectionate.

Simultaneously, he grinds up against A-Yao even as he presses back, making a small sound into the kiss with Xichen. Only then does he break away. Mock-scandalized, he scolds, "A-Yao," and hitches his hips again. With a half-smile he tells Xichen, "Now I see what you were dealing with before I got here."

He smooths a hand up A-Yao's spine a little, the hand Xichen hadn't folded his own over, and tips A-Yao forward toward Xichen. "Someone's ambitious. For now—are you sure you're ready?" And he slides the hand from A-Yao's spine down between them to check for himself.

The kiss is distracting, Xichen only breaking the contact when he has to, gaze shifting back to Guangyao, his lips curving into a smile for him, fingers stroking along Guangyao's cheek. A faint flush colors his cheeks at Mingjue's words before he clears his throat.

"I was...I think he might need some attention. I...some time has passed since I..." Xichen trails off, gaze dropping so he's not quite meeting either set of eyes.

"I've been told I'm ambitious. I suppose it's up to you to figure out if that is a good or bad thing." He arches his back up, spreading his legs for easier access. "If you need more there is some of that slippery lubricant in the bottle next to you. You can never have too much of that stuff. It makes it easier to slip in." He stroked Xichen in his hand, slowly as he spoke, his eyes moving to look at his face with a soft smile.

How could he be this endearing, His free arm was around his neck. "Xichen, Won't you kiss me while Mingjue fucks me with his fingers? I can keep stroking you like this..."

"I think I can manage attention," Mingjue says, fetching the bottle and spilling some of the contents over his fingers. A-Yao's shifted position does indeed make for easier access, and Mingjue slides the hand he'd left under Xichen's around to A-Yao's belly to help hold the angle.

With slick fingers, he...explores A-Yao. Because he has absolutely, one hundred percent, done this before. Yep. His fingers are curious and firm as he 'follows instructions' from A-Yao, pressing in and stroking—

—and teasingly pressing A-Yao toward Xichen. "Please keep his mouth occupied," he says with no small amusement.

Xichen curls fingers in Guangyao's hair as he kisses him, slow and tentative at first before deepening it, his tongue slipping past Guangyao's lips. And he moves closer, until there's almost no space between their bodies, one of his hand wrapping around Guangyao's wrist to pull it away.

And then he's got a hand around both of their shafts, stroking slowly.

Between Nie Mingjue's fingers inside of him and being pulled onto Lan Xichen, he couldn't stop the deep desperate moans escaping his lips. He drank his lips as well, hungrily. He felt himself harden again as he was pressed against his lover and his hips twitched desperately between them.

While he had a few sexual encounters before, he had never done so many things in one day. it was surreal. His body was already used to having something inside of him, he shivered against Xichen.

Guangyao felt suspended, Mingjue's strong hand over his belly, body twitching around his fingers.

"More...Please." He begged as soon as he broke away from the kiss.

00. Arrival

I. THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING

II. A TASTE OF ERKU

III. NOSTALGIA FOODS

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