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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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00. Arrival

“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.

"No, thank you, I'm still a bit young for alcohol," Might says, waving his hands back and forth at the offered drink. "I shouldn't--"

The robot beeped furiously, then splashed the drink all over him -- and, quite possibly, the person behind him as well...

"Jeez, kid. Watch what you're doing." Cana helps herself to a towel behind the bar, and douses it in club soda, ignoring the irritated whirs and beeps of the robot behind it, and begins to clean herself off.

"Are you even old enough to drink?" She continues to look over the youngster in his skimpy outfit, "Are you even old enough to be here?" She looks around the crowd, "Where are your parents, do they know you're out here wearing that??"

"I'm not drinking," Might protests. "But you're making it sound like I'm twelve."

He isn't the type to milk his past for sympathy, so he avoids mention of his childhood in the orphanage with Adonis.

"Anyway, I'm sorry that you were caught in the crossfire. Once I get my sword back, I'll be able to fight off those strange creatures."

Cana saw the serious look that flashed across his face. It must have been her thoughtless parent comment; a rookie mistake for someone who grew up with orphans, and no real parents herself. He looked as confused and flustered as she was at being dropped in this rando world. Making a friend could make this much easier, for both of them.

"Awwww, you're such a cutie, kid!" Cana laughs and throws her arms around Mr-Barely-Legal-Babyface. "I'm sure you'll teach those meany-weany wobots a lesson." She stands and pats him on the head, playfully ruffling his hair, "Well, if you can't drink, I don't see how this concert would be much fun. Let's try out the amusement park. I can't wait to see what the prizes look like in a place like this. And with that outfit, you should get in for free." She giggles, "Or maybe we can get you in on the kid price."

She grabs another drink from the bar and downs it, then turns towards the entrance of the amusement park and takes off. She hopes the kid follows, but if not she'll make the most of this fun park all on her own.

[She may notice that there's already a man in the stream room. He's not so much enjoying himself as he is fastidiously scrubbing down one of the carved reliefs.]

Honestly, what are these people thinking...

[A moment later, he turns to the new arrival-]

I'll leave you be in a moment.

Of course she couldn’t get enough privacy to relax here. She started at the white haired gentleman jerking off the art work. “Uhm…. shouldn’t you buy that thing a drink first?”

Compared to what our friend here has already seen and had done to him, this is nothing.

[He says as he wrings god only knows what from his washcloth into a bucket.]

Do us both a favor and don't add any more to his troubles.

Before Cana could ask what that was supposed to mean, she thought better of it. The decor and outfit attire of the attendees pretty much cleared up any misconceptions of what happened in this place. If she wasn’t so freaked out she might have enjoyed it.

It dawned on Cana she might be able to get some answers from the statue molester, “Hey, you work here right? Where are we? How did we end up here? And where’s my stuff? I never go anywhere without my bag but it didn’t seem to come with me.” Cana’s face pulled into a pout, “I could really use my emergency bottle right now.”

If by 'work here' you mean 'was volunteered for service', then yes, I suppose.

[His voice and attitude make it clear exactly how thrilled he is at the prospect.]

I won't pretend to know anything more about this place than what the machines will tell you.

“Wait, the machines talk??” If that little metal hunk of junk could have answered her questions earlier, Cana was gonna hunt that little beep booping son of a bitch and hit him with a Lucy Kick. And volunteered for service? Her mind started to spiral, thinking about what kind of ‘service’ this place would volunteer you for.

“Oh hell no!’ Cana stood abruptly, one balled fist holding her towel in place and the other raised in indignation. “I will NOT be volunteered for anything.” Her fight or flight responses were moments from kicking in, and she was ready to start pounding these rolling metal garbage tins until she got her answers. She may not have her cards, but Cana was a brawler, and she still had her ace in the hole if things got too dicey. She'd level this temple to titular relaxation if she had to.

Well well, looks like we've got a live wire...

[He says with the sort of shrug that makes it abundantly clear that he couldn't care less what happens to the robots.]

You'll need to find the right ones if you want anything resembling an answer. The service robots only do what they're built for.

Not that I know who or what actually designs and builds these things.

“Well since I clearly haven’t met anything other than service robots, mind filling me in?” Cana was getting heated. Her ‘go with it’ good will was pretty much exhausted, and while she’d initially been willing to at least enjoy a spa treatment, now she was afraid this was more of a ‘fatten the cow up for slaughter’ type of deal. She felt an almost serene sense of security here, like this was where she was meant to be. Right this second, that was freaking her out even more.

“What is this place? What kind of service are you talking about? Are we being enslaved here?” Cana took a deep breath and steeled herself; if she had to wring the answers out of him she’d do it. “Please, tell me what you know about this place.”

Not enslaved, but certainly entrapped, at least until they send us away again. As for how long that is... Well, that's pretty much anyone's guess.

As far as service goes, if you've been here five minutes your imagination can fill that much in for you.

“Like hell, they’re not making me do anything I don’t want to do.” Cana suddenly realized she was entirely too naked for her comfort. “How long have you been here?” She was afraid of the answer. She couldn’t shake this feeling that she didn’t need to be afraid, but she was. The logical side of her mind wouldn’t turn off and she knew that she’d been ripped from her home world to come here. Maybe it was some kind of spell?

I was here before. A few months. I suppose my presence was too irresistible to do without.

[He says in the flattest, most disinterested way possible.]

And good. Don't let them. Don't do anything you're not prepared to do, and certainly don't do anything you'll regret.

This guy’s nonchalant attitude was motivating her to land a solid punch in the jaw, “You’re awful full of yourself, aren’t you.” Cana realized she needed to get a grip. She was flipping out and it wasn’t helping. She took a deep breath and relaxed her stance, adjusting her towel and deciding she was going to enjoy this pampering after all. She sat back down on the sauna bench, crossed her legs and leaned into the cool tile wall. “Can you give me more than that? Seriously, saying they volunteer you for any service you can imagine sounds like enslavement, but then you say something like ‘don’t do anything you’re not prepared to do’, like it’s a choice. The picture you’re painting here is as twisted as these statues and murals.”

So I've been told, once or twice.

It sounds like you've already got this place not out less figured out, to me.

[He says, but of course he's aware that doesn't actually tell her anything useful.]

I said I was volunteered. I never said I want given the choice. If anything, I'm only doing this because I was given the right to say no.

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Cana feels her face deadpan; this asshole was fucking with her. Fine, so he was useless when it came to anything serious. “That was helpful.” As irritating as he was trying to be, he did basically explain a major point she was concerned about. As long as she had a choice in what happened, and she wasn’t about to be rolled out on a platter with those tentacle monsters, she could roll with it for now.

She took a moment to process as much as she could pull from what little she’d been given. She was done with the 20 questions with the self- assured brick wall. “Since you work here, would you get me a drink. If I have to keep dealing with all this crazy I need some booze.”

I can't give you more information than I have myself. I'm quite sure everyone else here has those same questions.

[He says, waving his hand like it's somebody else's problem.]

My 'job' began and ended with cleaning these carvings. [He says, picking up his cleaning supplies and heading for the exit without another word.]

[...Which would be the end of it, if he didn't return a few moments later, bottle in hand.]

Cana’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Ohmygod you’resosweet you shouldn’t have.” She smiled sweetly, “You’re a lifesaver. Well, robot life saver.” Cana subsisted on alcohol, it was pretty much in her bloodstream. That being said, she was almost never drunk, and had a record shattering tolerance for the substance. It was like her ‘good juju juice’.

Thank me after you've actually tried it. I can't guarantee our overlords haven't put anything in it, so it's at your own risk.

[He says, before pouring himself a moderate portion and tossing it down the hatch like it doesn't even matter.]

Cana felt her excitement drain out a little. Of course the stuff here would be spiked. Why the hell wouldn’t it be. It didn’t take a lot of imagination here to imagine what the side effects would be.

“Mmmm,” She thought for a moment, “Do you mind if I wait to see if it hits you or not? I have enough problems today without adding drugged to the mix.”

I don't mind, but it might not be that helpful. My body isn't entirely the same as a normal human's.

“What does that mean?” Since she had to wait to enjoy the sweet nectar only an arm’s length away, some conversation would be a great distraction. “What are you?” She knew a demon, how much weirder could it get?

00. Arrival

I. THROW IN A TOWEL?

II. GRIN AND BARE IT

III. BARE NAKED AMUSEMENT TOUR

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