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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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1. Arrival

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.

Peter, much like Cris, had jumped at the opportunity to earn some extra credits and wasn't expecting to do so while wearing what amounted to a large napkin. He wouldn't call it a chiton even if he knew what the word meant, and he legit asked the robots if they gave him women's clothes by mistake.

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."

Chris leans back against the wall behind him and crosses his arms over his chest as he considers the art on the wall. It's all sexual. He agrees with the guy who sat down next to him that tentacles shouldn't do that to a person but the robots mostly just care about making sexual art.

"I don't think that matters to them." Chris is pretty close to being indecent when he sits down but at this point he's too annoyed to care. It's not like the art isn't already on the walls for people to look at.

"Have you been here long?" he asks. The guy seems more familiar with the robots than anyone else he's met so far.

Or maybe those robots have been real friendly with him and he's just as done with them as Chris is.

It's not the first time Peter has been at the spa, he knew already about the sort of decor the place has, but he wasn't expecting to have his drawings added to the mix. So much for a few credits, oh well. Tentacles are well and good in certain contexts, he's met aliens in the past that had them instead of limbs, but an Abilisk is not a creature you want near no matter what is it doing. Ew.

"Nah, never really does. Be careful if they offer you something to drink or eat, you never know what kind of effect it can have. " Cris is right in his assumptions, Peter knows the robot more than he would like at this point, and he trusts them as far as he can throw them. They can look indecent together, for the time being, other people around them are in a similar situation, Peter doubts people would get too scandalized at this point.

"Longer than 7 months, close to 8 now that I think about it. Time flies here, gods. " Tilting his head, the blond gives him a smile. "Name's Peter Quill, Guardian of the Galaxy. I don't suppose the name rings a bell?"

It's a long shot but who knows, maybe Cris has heard of his team. Knowing if they're from the same world or not would be nice.

Seven months? Chris didn't have seven months to waste here. The fight against bioterrorism wouldn't stop just because he disappeared. This was not good news.

"Sorry, it doesn't." Chris had never heard of any guardians of any galaxy in his world. This wasn't his first encounter with someone from another universe so it wasn't as surprising as it could have been. He was still adjusting to that idea.

He offered Peter a hand. "Captain Chris Redfield from the BSAA." He figured that wouldn't ring any bells for Peter either but that was fine. Chris had been part of the BSAA in paperwork only. He operated independently with his squad.

Peter tried to leave with his ship and also sent various distress signals, hoping someone might pick it up and come pick him up. So far no luck with both of those options, the magic of the Augur prevented people from leaving, that was his best theory.

"S'okay, no one seems to know. There doesn't seem to be anybody else from my same universe on this island." Peter pursed his lips, looking defeated for a brief second. It didn't last. It's the answer he didn't want, but one that he should have seen coming. He shook the offered hand, expression turning friendly with ease.

"Pleasure, Captain Redfield. I haven't heard of the BSAA either. What's your field of work?"

"I'm part of an anti-bioterrorism organization." Which was not a pleasant subject to talk about. There weren't any signs of it here. The robots and all the sex theme around were weird but no one was undead or infected. There weren't seem to be any military forces around either.

It seemed like a collection of people all stuck on this island for some reason. Chris didn't like it. It felt wrong.

"Any tips you'd give a new comer?" he asked, studying Peter. Seven months was pretty good intel.

00. Arrival

I. THROW IN A TOWEL?

II. GRIN AND BARE IT

III. BARE NAKED AMUSEMENT TOUR

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