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TDM 013: BARING IT ALL
| TDM 013: BARING IT ALL |
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. THROW IN A TOWEL? Erku's new arrivals may be encouraged to seek out the Laid Bare Massage & Spa for some specialized attention and relaxation, but they and long-time inhabitants will also be offered a chance to earn credits. Anyone interested in earning robot wages will be tasked with being the resident towel person! You’ll stand inside of the room while the patrons are receiving their massages, hot scrubs, or relaxing in one of the saunas holding towels for them should any be requested. Or you may be asked to help with the regular cleaning of the Spa, wiping down all of the tasteful nude statues to free them of the grime and filth (or… other things) that builds up over time. You might even be asked to help lovingly clean the murals of nude patrons (that is to say, fellow Islanders) all over the Spa. But this is a job that requires a very specific uniform. Robots will provide you with your very own chiton or toga. The chitons happen to be very short, not covering nearly as much as they reveal, but the togas might be entirely too long. They brush or drag along the floor and what with being barely held together with the thinnest and most fanciful of ropes, who knows how often they might be untucked? Take care, please, or else the robots might pull you into being the next model for their latest mural portrait instead. II. GRIN AND BARE IT Erku’s resident mental health professional, Dr. D. Love of Healthy Body, Healthy Mind Therapy Center, has taken a keen interest in ensuring that the relationships of you Islanders are progressing in a productive, healthy, and open-minded fashion. And to ensure this, he’s tasked his robot staff to pay close attention to anyone who looks like they are having trouble with relationships with other people on the Island. And after months of so few (none) clients, these robots are very motivated to seek out people in need of their therapeutic assistance! Arguing with a friend? Telling someone to stay out of your life? Being a hermit who refuses to come out of your apartment? Accidentally bump into each other on the street? Make a joke at your friend’s expense? Playfully punch someone in the shoulder? Walk by someone you don’t know and not tell them hello? Well clearly all of you need help in repairing whatever may be damaging your relationships! Before you know it, you’ve been bundled off by the robots right to Dr. D. Love’s office and sat down to talk it all out. The fact that you may not even know the other person the robots think you need to work your troubles out with doesn’t matter. Dr. D. Love is here to make sure everyone goes home happy and satisfied. You may have to play along with this confusing farcical situation, even making up wrongs and slights you claim you have done to one another before finally coming together in reconciliation. The more you deny there is anything wrong, the more the good Doctor will insist you need even more help than they first thought. They might even have to send you into one of their Privacy Rooms and work out your frustrations with each other with their wide array of therapeutic sexual devices and supplies. III. BARE NAKED AMUSEMENT TOUR The trolley is making its rounds as usual with announcements echoing from the loudspeakers that it’s Bare It All Week at Six Flagellants Amusement Park and to kick it off there will be a grand concert at the Loudinus Outdoor Amphitheater that lasts all week long! Not sure what that means? Well, come to the concert and enjoy hours and hours of music played by robots who seem to have taken their songs right from the pop rock crazes of old. Whose old? Who knows. The music may not be completely to your taste, but something about it may make you feel energized and overly dressed. You might even feel the need to strip down until you’re not wearing anything at all! But don’t worry, the robots performing on stage will give you new clothes to wear by throwing skimpy, sexy underwear and lingerie right at you! How did they know your size? Don’t ask questions, just give into the urge to put it on while you rock out until it’s time for the trolley to take everyone right to the gates of the amusement park! Anyone dressed in less for this week will receive free entry, rides, and food and might even receive special prizes at various booths of sex toys, candies that act as an aphrodisiac (meant for sharing of course), stuffed animals, or even a free sex doll! Those are super hard to win from the ring toss, so you should really take advantage and enjoy all the perks of baring yourself for everyone’s viewing pleasure. N A V I G A T I O N |
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What, if anything, will happen if Bakugou attacks a robot?
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caitlin snow/frost | dctv (the flash)
Frost coughs and spits out the water as she's being carried to shore. When she finally hits the sand, she collapses and takes a few deep breaths. She nearly ices the first robot that comes near her when it comes forth with a towel and...bracelets? What the hell? The bastards are pushy as they seem to shuffle her toward somewhere where...well, shits being offered for free.
"I don't like to be touched!" she snaps at them when a massage is offered, loud enough to echo through the entire spa.
Grin and Bare it
Frost crosses her arms as she's dumped into the chair in this Dr. D. Love's office. She glares at the robots, sorely tempted to ice every single one of them on her way out. She's stuck in this godforsaken place and now she's being dragged to see a shrink. Caity saw a shrink. That was her deal. Frost is a lot more well adjusted, she likes to think.
Frost, just give it a try.
She's tempted to snap at her other half to let her know that she doesn't even know why she's here. Glowing blue eyes glance over to the other person seated with her. They'd have to make up a good enough story so they can get the hell out of here.
"You first," she hisses. "The sooner we get out of here, the better."
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Grin and Bare it
That's what he's thinking at first, but when it's made crystal clear that the Doctor won't let them go no matter how much they want it, Peter starts improvising. He can come up with a plan. He's great at plans!
...Or at least at coming up with 12% of a plan.
"Well ehm...you...never seem interested in anything I do."
Peter said and it came out half accusatory half confused as if he's not even sure if this is what the Doctor wants them to talk about. For good measure, he shoots Frost a look that says 'Please bear with me, I know this shit, it happens all the time on this island' except with no words exchanged (which might cause the message to not come across at all). The downside of not having telepathic powers.
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jiang yanli | the untamed
Despite her soft protests, Jiang Yanli finds herself being shuffled along until she enters a building and an office of a doctor. Though, from what she had been told, this isn't the sort of doctor that she had been used to. Instead of looking after one's health, this one looks after one's mental health. A foreign concept. Her protests seem to fall on deaf ears as she is locked in an office.
She gives a short bow and makes her way over to the seat when she's invited to have a seat. She gives a glance at the other person in the office before looking at the floor, trying to recall what sort of argument happened upon her arrival. What sort of conflict did she cause?
Bare Naked Amusement Tour
The music is certainly different than what she's used to but Yanli listens anyway to be a good sport about it. It's catchy and she finds herself humming along and clapping along. She reaches up to pull at the collar, before realizing what she's doing and pulling it closed again. What is she doing?
A glance around and she sees that others are slowly disrobing to the music and donning far more scandalous clothes instead. She reaches up with her hand to shield her eyes from them, shuffling out of the way of the music before it gets to her as well. There's a lot of energy in her and she looks around to see if she could quell it somehow.
Games!
Something that's far more familiar to her. She smiles and makes her way over to them, deciding on the one that offered candies instead of the more lewd looking prizes.
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"Have you just arrived?" Given his own arrival the previous month, he's assuming yes, but the people here do have a tendency to be odd sometimes.
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Games and Shenanigans!
Thus bared, he wanders the amusement park among the games, his hair up in his usual headpiece, Baxia slung across his back and the strap for her sheath across his pecs. He's not used to this kind ribaldry and strangely playful sexuality, so for the most part he's sporting a look of consternation. Still, it's all very...interesting.
More interesting when he thinks he recognizes someone? (Only...maybe not?) But she's wearing familiar-enough colors (and far more clothing than most present) that he's willing to approach.
So approach he does. "Maiden Jiang?" he ventures politely. She seems older (maybe?) than the last time he would have seen Jiang Yanli, but who knew what that meant here.
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grin and bare it!
Huaisang's not through with his own significantly less quiet protests when he's being firmly shuffled into the office, dragging his heels and doing his best to be as much dead weight as possible in hopes that the puppets will just give up and let him go his own way once more but they're persistent!
"What do you mean that I'm critically in need of help? I'm doing just fine!" he continues to squawk like a distressed parrot, shouts rising in pitch and volume as he's physically carried and dumped unceremoniously in a chair next to unfamiliar and very pretty woman.
"Oh. Hello," he says, tune changing abruptly in a sudden fluster, cheeks suddenly turning pink. "D-Did they kidnap you, too?"
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Amusement Tour
If this is an illusion (Kujaku says it doesn't have that feel) then at least he'd get a moment with his beloved wife. A stolen moment. So he pushes forward, steps stubbornly moderate as he tries to settle his racing heart, gaze fixed intently on Yanli's beloved face. He can't help the naked hope on his face.
Another nudge from Kujaku. She might not remember all that he does. She might be from another time.
But it's still Jiang Yanli. It's enough. "A-Li?" It slips out when he's closer, close enough to hopefully be heard. He knows he looks different - ears, tail, and the wolf mask at his hip. But he can't just walk away when she might be right here.
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Grin and Bare It
"I have been given no answers to my questions," he scolded them back. He was newly arrived and more on edge than he would be otherwise. He said to Yanli, in a more polite tone, "Perhaps you can tell me why I have been brought here, and why they believe I have offended someone I do not know." Bold of him to assume Yanli had more information than he did.
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Chris Redfield | Resident Evil Series
After a brief swim onto the shore Chris simply sat down and took a moment to catch his breath. The last thing he remembered was the helicopter leaving the village headed for BSAA Europe HQ. Now, he was on a tropical beach.
There was no crashed helicopter. No wreckage. He had simply appeared in the water as far as he could tell without ever having made it to HQ. When he made it to shore there were some very helpful robots very eager to give him towels but not answer his questions.
Then they left him alone and he still had no fucking idea how he got here.
It didn't look like there would be any easy answers just sitting on his ass either. The waves were nice to look at but not exactly great for explanations.
So, he got up, dusted some sand from his wet clothes and went looking for the nearest person. The tent city a little way down the beach looked like his best bet for finding someone to give him answers.
"Hey! Excuse me. Where are we?" he asked when he finally found someone among the tents.
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Throw In A Towel?
It wasn't about the chance to earn credits, which seemed to be the money on this island, it was about meeting more people to get more answers.
Which wasn't working out because as soon as he put on the 'uniform' the robots dragged him to a blank wall and made him stand there. When he tried to argue they got pissed and turned out to be very strong. He ended up standing there, flexing in a very short chiton while the robots painted.
A mural of him punching a boulder. How the fuck did they know about that? Or maybe it was just his impressive shoulders and back that lent themselves to paintings of punching large things?
Either way, Chris was stuck for what felt like hours while the robots made their art. When he was finally released Chris had earned a decent amount of credits and learned nothing. He took a moment to sit down on a bench and settle his frustrations.
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Feel free to start something else with this wall of muscle.
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Once it was clear that no, Peter was stuck with wearing that, he just rolled with it. It wasn't the weirdest thing he's worn around the island and probably won't be the last. He quickly got bored with staying still like a statue while a robot worked on a painting of him fighting an Abilisk. How the robot knew those, it was anyone's wonder, they didn't exist in the island (and thanks good for that). Once it was finished and Peter got a good look, he almost choked on air.
"Dude! That's not what the tentacles are for. N...no, I don't want to know. Please burn it. " Turning away from the robot, Peter sat down to contemplate his life decisions, and he just happened to end on the same bench as Cris.
The hem of the chiton rises up further on his thigh as he sits down, making it seem even shorter, but peter decides not to acknowledge it. "I don't think these guys are qualified painters."
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Arrival
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Something had gone terribly wrong.
Keyleth had finally, reluctantly, stepped back through the tree to go home after the wedding, but this was not home. Perhaps she had not been the kindest to the tree on her way, but surely he understood, right? She loved the tree, it had just been a long few days and...
She paused, vomited up a lot of seawater, and glanced over her shoulder tentatively. "Tree?"
But the only thing over her shoulder was water.
The thing was that there wasn't much to fuck up with the tree. She'd never fucked up before. So maybe this had nothing to do with the tree at all.
What she wanted to do was curl up in the sand and cry, but she knew better than that. Getting to her feet (no throw up this time, win for Kiki), she pointed herself in the direction of the makeshift town. If nothing else, surely someone there had answers.
Grin and Bare It
"I can handle my emotions just fine!" Keyleth yelled, although this outburst of emotion probably indicated the opposite. "I didn't go through an entire Aramente just for some strangers to tell me that I need to talk to some...some...whatever this is about my feelings." To demonstrate her point, she kicked at her chair, her face (and hands) growing warm. Everything has been terrible and confusing and her breaking point is growing ever closer. The situation may still be salvageable, but at this point she is going to be anything but the compliant partner needed to make this exercise a success.
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[feel free to throw something else at us!]
arrival!
Like Lottie and her blogging.
"Hey," pacing closer, he raises a hand in greeting, "you're soaking wet. Didn't the automatons give you a towel?"
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Cana Alberona | Fairy Tail
“Wha…. What?” Cana sputters out a mouth full of sea water as she wades her way to shore, her arm blocking the bright morning sun as she tries to piece together the remnants of her last bender. “I didn’t drink that much, did I?” She didn’t remember much beyond wandering aimlessly. The last place that she remembered was a small pub, in some small town, where she ran in to-
“BACHUS! THAT BASTARD!” She shouted, livid. He won again, god damn it! Lowering her arm she could see the little robot that looked slightly startled in front of her. It seemed to shake off it’s shock at being yelled at, and proceeded to hand her a towel. “Um, thanks.” As she reached to take it the little robot snapped a bracelet around her wrist. She jumped back, her feet back in the water. “What the hell is this?”
The little robot suddenly loops around her, and begins ushering her towards a building on the beach. “What is going on here?” She demands, as she’s continually pushed in the direction of the building. She realizes her bag isn’t with her. SHIT. Without her cards, she’s SOL. Since she can’t send this little metal can flying without causing more of a scene than she already has, she decides playing along will be in her best interest. “Ok, I get it, damn it. Quit pushing.” As they approach the building, she realizes the name on the front says Laid Bare Spa.
“A spa? What is this place?” Having glanced at the other residents coming out of the water, Cana was pretty sure she wasn’t in Fiore anymore. Though she did have sand in places no girl should. What could a massage hurt? Entering the building she sees a lot of naked bodies in the decor. “This one of those ‘happy ending’ places?” She asked the robot who came to greet them. Like her tour guide behind her, this robot said nothing. Cana sighed, resigned to at least enjoy a little pampering. “Fine, where do we begin?”
She’s led to a room with a sauna where she can rinse off and enjoy the steam. Her new guide bot starts to pull at her clothes, “Hey, watch it you pervy little hunk of junk! I can do that myself!” She smacks the metal arm away. Cana takes a moment to rinse the sand out of her clothes as she strips off her bathing suit and cargo capris, eyeing the robot who doesn’t turn away. It holds out an arm expectantly. “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. I’ll hold on to these myself, thanks.” Cana makes her way to the steam room and lets the hot moisture de-stress her.
III. Bare Naked Amusement Tour
Cana hears a trolley blaring in the street below “It’s Bare It All Week at Six Flagellants” and something about a concert? It sounded like fun. And like a place a girl could get a drink. She dashed down her broken stair and ran to catch up with the trolley. As she continued to listen to the robot announcements, she felt the heat rush to her face. Lingerie throwing music robots? And anyone ‘dressed in less’ gets in the park for free? Cana regularly wore a bikini top and capris in her day to day, how much less could she get away with wearing? Why hadn’t she heard of this place before? It sounded like a blast!
As she sat on the trolley, she remembered the little bracelet the robot had snapped on her. She’d forgotten all about it. As she examined it, suddenly what looked like a bingo card holographically pulled up and nearly made her jump and fall off the trolley. As she read the spots on the card, her eyes nearly bugged out of her skull. “Does it count if you’ve already done it, or do you have to do it now that you have the card?” She wondered. How… Interesting. This island seemed to be quite the playground. Half the stuff on this card would have ruined her reputation in Magnolia, or hell, even all of Fiore, if it ever got out, but here it’s just encouraged? A place to let her inhibitions free sounded like the perfect place for her.
Arriving at the concert, Cana immediately felt the urge to dance and strip, something that in all her drunken stupors she couldn’t remember doing unless you count the time Bachus won her top from her. She looked around for a booth to get a drink and made a beeline right for it. When she got to the counter, she asked the robot behind it “I’m assuming that since I arrived with nothing, the drinks here are free?” The robot didn’t seem to understand, so she sighed, “Fine, just start me a tab. I’ll pay you back once I actually figure out how to make some money here, deal?” That seemed good enough for the robot so she placed her drink order.
As she waited for her order and swayed to the music something landed on her shoulder; black thigh high leggings and a lace garter. Hmmmm, it really was her perfect fit. As she debated wearing them, mostly just unsure because the black would clash with her normal blue bikini, the robots shot a matching pair of black lace panties and a bra that didn’t really leave anything to the imagination. She turned back to the bar and downed her ready drink, ordering another one,
“Can I have my clothes delivered to my apartment?” She asked. The little robot bartender put it’s arm out expectantly. Cana shrugged, changed into the lingerie right there, and handed her normal garb to the robot, who handed her another drink. Cana smiled as she downed it and asked for another, continuing to dance as she waited. Now all she needed was a drinking buddy.
bare naked amusement tour
The robot beeped furiously, then splashed the drink all over him -- and, quite possibly, the person behind him as well...
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Might | Silver Chaos
Might is thoroughly confused by his new surroundings, and all the more frustrated by the fact that his clothes appear gone and he's forced to walk around in a towel (nsfw). P- Please stop pulling on it, little robots!
He looks at the A5 card in wide-eyed horror. "Excuse me," he asks the nearest person. "What do you suppose this means?"
III. bare naked amusement tour
Might, in a skimpy version of his heroic outfit, finds himself at a test of strength.
Ding! He swings hard enough to ring the bell, and he's rewarded with a giant stuffed t-rex... wearing a bikini and sunglasses???
He trips, falls, and lands on top of it.
Could today get any weirder?
[ please feel free to hmu with a wildcard, too! ]
Uraraka Ochako | My Hero Academia
ii. Throw in a Towel
iii. Bare Naked Tour (cw/tw: underage/minor character, striptease/nudity, lingerie)
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Mind you, he got his wish, but just not in the form he was thinking, not that he had anyone particular in mind. No, his eyes weren't trained upward right away, but it wasn't hard to spot her in the air, either.
Now, if she's high enough in the air, to get her attention... Easy. Todoroki slides his foot forward and creates a pillar of ice. That should be good enough.]
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Bare Naked Tour: WTF ARE YOU DOING EDITION
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yukari takeba 💘 p3.
throw in a towel;
( ooc; or you can wildcard me! pm me/hmu on discord at the dragonfly#1335 to bat some ideas around! i will also happily write you a custom starter. while i'd like to keep things mostly gen right now, please be mindful that at her current canon point, yukari is 17 years old! )
Towel~
Oh! I've been here a few months now. I'm Colette.
[ It sounds like she is new, and adapting quickly. Or... hiding her feelings. ]
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Izuku Midoriya | My Hero Academia
[It is all such a giant blur when Izuku wakes up, washed up like a fish, and onto a beach that he doesn’t recognize. Not sure where he is or what is happening to him the next thing he knows he’s swept away to some sort of spa to get stripped, cleaned up, washed, and blow-dried and Izuku still doesn’t know what is going on.
When he’s pushed back out into the sun Izuku stands there in only a simple towel, his eyes squinting as he tries to make out the beach and his surroundings. He’s still just a bit damp from the spa treatments, his green hair fluffy and wild from the clean-up and wash. But somehow he looks quite soft, groomed, and gleaming. He's sparkling! Despite the panic on his face...!]
... This is bad... Where am I ...? I need to find All Might or Aizawa-sensei... Or anyone. That's can help me find my clothes...
[Was he kidnapped by some sort of villain? No- this is something else entirely. But the bad part is he’s stuck here now. Draped in only a towel around his hips, skin exposed and no idea where to go... but wow that impromptu massage felt really great?
Other than that- Help...!?]
[b. throw in a towel?]
[At least later on he’s given a nice soft toga to wear. Much better than trying to make his way around in only a towel. It makes the panic and flustering lessen but nothing really stops Izuku from going beat red in the face when the robots explain that he is the one who’s going to be the next model in their latest naked mural portrait. Something about having interesting scars... He never thought he’d be that self-conscious about the thick scars running up his arm until now!]
Y-you want me for what? ... No- I think you’ve got it wrong. You have to be mistaking me for someone else. I’m- I’m not a model!
[He flails quickly, trying to convince them that he can’t be a nude model! But they just keep flattering that he is! But they’re not going to back down until they have a model, are they...]
W-Why don’t you take someone else, anyone is probably better looking than me for that sort of thing!
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[Feel free to put something else down here! Please be aware that Izuku is sixteen.]
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Which is why when she saw Izuku come out of the water she was quick to come over to him. She was a little surprised to see a man in a towel, but she was less flustered by that than she would have been when she first arrived.]
Hey, are you alright?
[It was perhaps basic, but Pyrrha figured it was better to start small. There was a lot they would have to go through.]
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towel!
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throw in a towel?! ONLY COWARDS SURRENDER (aka b, also sorry, is a teal deer)
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Towels, towels everywhere.
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Cremisius Aclassi | Dragon Age: Inquisition | OTA
Krem was maybe a little anxious about the Spa in and of itself. He was perfectly alright with communal baths and hot springs and all the rest of it, but he had gotten used to the ability to control when and how he used such things.
At least working was distracting enough that he didn't have to worry about bodies or anything else. He could just focus on the tasks at hand and nothing else around him. Absolutely nothing else.
Which was for the best, considering the uniform they had him in barely covered anything at all, no matter how he moved or angled himself. Well, as long as he was careful and didn't go to close to anyone, that shouldn't be too much of a problem...
BARE NAKED AMUSEMENT
The concert itself--a concert being mostly unique in and of itself--was bright and exciting, alluring, and Krem was rather excited to experience something new. It also meant something that wasn't in the armor he'd arrived in or the chiton that he wore at the spa. Admittedly, he was still wearing the clothes he'd wear normally, but he looked more approachable and easy going like this.
The drive to show skin isn't totally out of sorts for him. He's from a tropical place originally. But the more he listens to music and sees people around him and all these others things?
Maybe someone should help him out before he gets much further than taking his shirt off, or he might be feeling a bit out of sorts when he realized what he happened later.
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throw in the towel!
She herself was given a comically long toga, but she was deft enough with drapery that she was able to drape, loop, and knot it into a more practical (if somewhat warm and bulky) arrangement. This wasn't the first time she'd been dumped with a big sheet of cloth and forced to make it work.
She was content to leave her temporary co-worker to his tasks while she took care of hers, but now here was a pickle. She frowned, stared up at the statue she was polishing, and then made her way over to him.
"Hey. You," she said to his back, tone unapologetic to match the rudeness of her address. "I need to borrow you for a moment."
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Cassius | Granblue Fantasy
[There are no solid answers to the questions that arise in his head and these machines aren’t very helpful either. Cassius has a feeling they must be malfunctioning. And a simple, soft piece of fabric is not enough to remedy the uncomfortable wetness of his clothes and armor.]
My body needs at least twenty of these to become even remotely dry. [He wraps the single towel he has now around his waist.] The wetness of my clothes have significantly slowed down my movements and is causing the temperature of my body to drop. The lower it becomes, the less my body will be able to function properly. [Yet, the robots do not seem to be the listening kind. In fact, even before Cassius can overload their circuits with even more questions, they usher him towards another building called The Laid Bare Spa.
Even though there is a slightest hint of curiosity about this spa he decides that it’s completely illogical to seek out relaxation at a point like this. So he turns away, wet clothes and all and goes out to do some exploring.]
Throw in a Towel?
[While others are doing their work Cassius is the one who fusses with his toga. It’s too long and not at all suitable for the tasks given to him.]
Hmm… [He can be caught hiking the fabric up and making knots to prevent it from dragging over te floor. Anyone who approaches him is greeted with an analysis over why all of this is illogical and beyond rationality.]
…I do not particularly dislike the work that has to be done, after all, the credits earned will make it able to purchase food… [And oh, how he would like to get some ramen. And how he would like it to see his friends.] …yet this costume is ill-fitted and restraints my movements. It is completely illogical to ask of us to work wearing this. [Cassius silences briefly so he can roll up the back of his toga and tuck it away. And no, he isn’t really bothered by all the nudity that surrounds him. It hasn’t escaped him that this particular island focuses a lot on sex but then again, it seems to be quite a wasteland, it is very logical to promote reproduction.]
Bare naked Amusement Tour
[Well, these are new. Oh, and those are new as well. It seems that this is the place where this entire reproduction campaign reaches a certain height but in the face of all these food stalls it does not really matter.
Of course, the most logic course of action would be finding a way back to the Grancypher but at times Cassius does not mind to dip his toe in all that is irrational and outside the box. He has noticed that such things are rather fun and fun is definitely a part of the new life he has envisioned for himself.
So all the credits he earned cleaning at the Laid Bare Spa are spent on food and a ride on the ferris wheel (alas, he isn’t dressed in less). And maybe it is because of the fact that the food he has been eating seems to have a certain intoxicating effect that it is much easier to win this sort of phallic shaped contraption after participating in sort of shooting game.]
Hmm…fascinating… [Cassius takes his time to admire the pink toy he has won and the package that comes with it. He wonders if it would truly be a logical addition to his possessions, though. And he also wonders what it means that it has ‘three different speeds’. It doesn’t seem like an object that could have speeds. It seems rather solid in shape.
So yeah, there’s definitely a weird pale man from the Moon standing in the middle of a path admiring the vibrator he just won.]
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Feel free to come up with a fun starter!
if you wish to plot something specific feel free to DM me or boop me on plurk
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But no, no... No.
She is faced with something so mortifying she can't be sure she isn't dreaming it.
Is that Cassius?
Is Cassius HERE?
Is he on this sex pervert island for real?
Is he holding a pink plastic dick in the middle of the walkway?
It's all of her will not to leave her body and escape this mortal coil. She charges over and tries to rip it out of his hands.]
C-CASSIUS? When did you get here ? Why didn't you message me? What is this, where'd you get it? Did someone give this thing to you?!
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cecil harvey | ffiv
GRIN AND BARE IT.
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(ooc: anything is fine, if you want to tag Cecil during the bath in the first prompt that is also super cool. any questions feel free to PM!)
grin and bare it.
[ cecil may be at a loss of his surroundings or totally unfamiliar with the denizens of this strange island, but the firm, slightly caustic voice that can be heard through the door might ring a bit familiar to him. the sounds of a slight struggle and a defeated sigh soon follow as the strange robotic creature unwaveringly and sweetly urges this other subject along with its tinny voice.
the door opens, said robot first in line as it proudly proclaimed another subject was procured, followed shortly by a very stubborn looking blonde man. who apparently hadn't been finished griping at his temporary captor. ]
This is utter nonsense, I don't need any head doctor to—
[ kain's demand-in-progress was clipped short. possibly because his narrowed gaze had swept across the room, finally landing on cecil. his expression wavered, from annoyance and anger to something nearly bewildered and unprepared. the edge to his voice softened just slightly as he spoke again. ]
Cecil? When did you arrive to this place?
am already laughing
good, laugh at kain's foolishness
cecil ain't far behind on this one
the dumbass duo strikes again
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Altaïr | Assassin's Creed
Later, after all this, Altaïr would think with amusement how new arrivals rose from the sea like the Greek goddess Aphrodite. But at the moment, he just felt like a wet cat: soggy, white robes clinging uncomfortably, and just as disgruntled. He coughed and spat out seawater. He didn't like the ocean. Bad memories.
At least it washed the blood off.
Then he remembered why he had blood on his hands in the first place.
"Is this another one of your illusions?!" he yelled, moving to draw his sword. It wasn't there. He only had the clothes on his back. All his weapons were missing, even the hidden blade buckled to his left bracer. That could not have washed away. Who took them? Altaïr was sure he had just killed his last enemy. Could his Master cheat death, too?
The change from mildly annoyed scholar(?) to murderous swordsman (sans sword) was stark. Robots approached him at their own risk, carrying towels and a bracelet. Standing in the shallows, ready to fight, and shouting in twelfth century Arabic no one could understand, Altaïr was going to make a great first impression.
I. THROW IN A TOWEL?
Putting on the bracelet proved advantageous, but coming to this spa was definitely a mistake.
"No, I do not work here. And no, you may not take my clothes."
The man standing just inside the entrance to the spa folded his arms. He wasn't old by any stretch, but his frown channeled some serious grandpa energy. His white robes were much more secure than a toga or chiton, especially since they were worn under light leathers as well. He looked very out of place here.
"I am here for information, not to relax."
II. GRIN AND BARE IT
Altaïr only allowed the robots to usher him here because he was told this was the office of a doctor. Surely a scholar would have information on how exactly he had been spirited away from his home. He desperately needed to get back. He needed to assess the aftermath of his Master's betrayal, pick up the pieces (and carefully repress his own shock and grief). And, were his people alright?
He fidgeted with the weird bracelet impatiently. He didn't care about resolving whatever disagreement the robots thought he'd had with the person sitting with him. He even rolled his eyes.
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It was serene for the most part just sitting on the beachside and listening to the waves. Though his serenity was suddenly marred by the sudden appearance of a man screaming in a foreign language and trying to fight the metal men.
He shook his head smiling. He's seen his older sworn brother fight them often enough.
"Might you need assistance?" he called out from the shore. He was a short man dressed in gold robes with a flower motif on them. His long hair tied up at the end, reaching past his knees.
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two minutes in and he's already lying smh
lmao altair!!
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Jin Zixuan | The Untamed (CRAU)
Waking up waterlogged is not a new thing for him, but the sand part is. It has his nose twice in irritation, wolf ears flicking in displeasure to match the lash of a tail. Zixuan sets Kujaku's mask back in place at his hip, double checking Suihua is on the opposite hip, and eyes the attendants trying to lead him off somewhere with promises of a massage and the chance to wash all that sand off. Something about it sets his teeth on edge, but he holds back the growl of warning that echoes through his shared soul. Instead, he does his best to slip free and avoid seeing just what that all really means.
Throw in a towel
Except the robots manage to keep after him and get a proper hold of him, leading to struggles, tail lashing and teeth bared as his okami does his best to help get him free. As it doesn't end up working though, he finds himself in a rather strange spa, clothes stripped from his body (drawing a flush of embarrassment) and he's pressed onto a table before new attendants get to work on the knots that have set in over the past couple months. Ever since melding with Kujaku, really.
He can't say anything about the decor, but eventually he gives in and lets the attendants work. So when they're done, he's relaxed - mostly. Right up until he's dressed in something far too revealing, and informed his clothes are...conveniently missing.
But at least his hair is back to rights, and even his ears and tail have been washed and brushed to a degree that even has Kujaku rumbling in pleasure, much to his amusement.
He leaves dressed in one of the attendants togas - sometimes a well-placed growl can be useful, along with a sharp stare. The flap of cloth is adjustable enough to let his tail out at least, and the mask is set back reasonably in place, though this time tied around an arm.
Wildcard! [Zixuan is CRAU from Slumscape, where he has no real cultivation powers, but shares his body with an okami called Kujaku! Hence the wolf features and mask. Feel free to run into him or drag him around somewhere if the two above prompts don't catch your interest!]
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His expression is downright sulky, lower lip jutting out in a pout, and he wanders the facility. Then he takes notice of an unfamiliar gentleman with wolf ears and a tail who looks just as put upon by life as Huaisang currently feels.
"Oh, hello," he greets, clad in a toga of his own, and tries to muster up a friendly smile. "I don't believe I've seen you around before."
Hopefully, it works. He really is in dire need of friends these days.
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Throw in a towel because why not go for the most awkward meeting?
Why not? :3
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Wen Kexing | Word of Honor
Funny. That's what this is. Dropping into salt water after getting dirty trying to dig a grave for four people. Trying...not having the right tools...yelling at A-Xu...
A-Xu leaving.
He snarls wordlessly as he struggles to shore, as if he isn't breaking into thousands of pieces. Even the strange metal creatures reaching out to him barely get a glance. Words wash over him but he doesn't bother paying attention to them. He's aware enough to recognize being brought to what looks like a rather nice spa.
Right before his water-logged robes are pulled off. So what. Why should he care? Why should it matter? It doesn't. He clicks his tongue and forces a sigh out, but lets himself be coaxed onto a massage bench after being washed down. That's...better.
The massage itself has him relax, and he lets his mind drift. Away from the horrible mistake he'd made. Away from Zishu abandoning him - no. He'd all but sent him away. Again. And the sauna also helps, followed by a rather nice treatment to his poor hair.
The fact he's sent on his way, physically more relaxed than he's been in a while, with only a towel wrapped around his waist and vague reassurances they'll find and clean his robes up eventually, that they'll find their way to him wherever he decides to live - doesn't seem to bother him. He's even able to offer something of his usual outward cheer, nodding and smiling as he meanders along.
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Really? He studies this announcement with some actual amusement as he watches the strange contraption continue on. His fan, at least, had found it's way to him, and he's found something to wear that he can put up with until he can get proper robes again. He has the white fan snapped out and it wafts gently up at him as the strange contraption trundles on.
He turns with a little grin to whomever happens to be near enough, and waves the fan a little at them to get their attention.
"Ah, excuse me! Is that a frequent event? I should get better clothes if so, don't you think?" He sighs expressively and twists his expression around into something of a woe-is-me and pouts. "Unfortunately I misplaced my money. Could you help me?"
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Amusement Tour
He looked over the man next to him appraising him with a glance. "Ah, I take you are a new arrival in that case? Yes, I can help you if you like. What may you need?"
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