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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 |
Bare Naked Tour: WTF ARE YOU DOING EDITION
Anticipating heading back to his apartment empty handed, Katsuki was about ready to just leave when something did catch his eye in the distance. Squinting, one particular brunette had his attention... that weird ass bob hair cut, it sure fucking looked like...
Oh fuck. She moves, just enough that he catches sight of the side of her face, and even this far away, he can see the pink on her cheeks that has his stomach snapping instantly into a knot. Katsuki is moving before he can even really think about it, weaving through the sea of half naked, or in some cases completely fucking nude people, to make his way over to the girl. And the closer that he gets? The more certain he is, that he is looking right at Uraraka fucking Ochako.]
Oi!
[Right as the blond calls out, her hands drop to the bottom of her top and she starts working it up and off. There's a second there, where Katsuki just freezes in place, crimson eyes going wide in... shock, horror... fucking pick a descriptor. He doesn't know HOW the fuck to process the fact that she is out here, straight up fucking stripping with the rest of these assholes. It's when her hands drop down to her shorts that he remembers to move his goddamned feet.
Her shirt is probably long gone, he notes, and at the same time that he rushes to get to her side, he is working off the skin tight top of his winter costume off.]
THE FUCK'RE YOU DOING, IDIOT?!
[Maybe the booming familiarity of his voice will snap Ochako the fuck out of whatever is happening to her, but he doesn't give a shit. As soon as he reaches her, he is draping the black jacket over her back, and snapping both hands down to take her wrists and yank them up. Away from the shorts she was about to ditch without a damn care.
He ain't fucking letting go, either. He doesn't know what is going on, but after the hot spring incident with Todoroki, he is fully prepared to haul her ass up and carry her out of the amphitheater if he has to. Using the hold, he forces her to turn and look at him. It's not a friendly face by any means- he looks pissed, and frankly alarmed, but hey... it's a familiar one.]
You outta your fucking mind?!
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Bakugou-kun? What...
[Ochako stares up at him, just a moment, before her own eyes go wide with the horrific realization of what just happened. The jacket on her shoulders is as clear an indication of the things she was doing just before he arrived, and what could have happened. What the hell came over her? Was it some sort of quirk? It had to be...Ochako felt compelled to just...just--
The color drains from her face and she looks ready to faint all of a sudden, stumbling just slightly as her arms and legs go totally numb and her ears ring, loudly. Louder than the music. Louder than Bakugou's voice. The ringing drowns out all sound, and perhaps...that's a good thing. If he didn't show up just now...what could have happened to her? Ochako's stomach twists painfully and her lower lip trembles. There are...so many people here. So many. Any one of them could have...i-if she--
Her breathing starts to get ragged, and it's Ochako who's pulling the jacket tighter around herself, grabbing onto Bakugou's arms as if her life depended on it, but she can't meet his eye. She's too embarrassed, too humiliated, to look at him right now, but one this is for certain - screaming out clear as the ghostly pale color of her face. Ochako wants to leave.]
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You fuckin' puke on me and I'm gonna end you. Let's go.
[He pries his arms out of her hold, so that he can take her shoulders and turn her towards the exist. An adjustment later, and Katsuki is behind her, hands right back in place so he can nudge her forward and use the hold to steer her. He doesn't say anything else, as he weaves Ochako through all of the people, all the way out of that damned place.
It's only when the music is far in the distance and they're free of the crowd that he breaks the awkward silence from behind her.] When did you get here?
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Once they're far enough away, Ochako actually has to stop, breaking free of Bakugou's hold for just a moment to press a hand to her mouth as she lurches somewhat. Welp, he was right about her having to throw up eventually. The anxiety from earlier built up enough that she just couldn't stop the very normal, very common reaction her body has to stressors like this. She stumbles away from him, far enough that he hopefully won't see her double over and vomit into a nearby trashcan, being conscious to not get any of her sick on his jacket. It's practically a security blanket right now for her, Ochako doesn't want to ruin it. It feels bad to admit it, but the warm and familiar fabric, the knowledge that it belongs to a friend, belongs to a hero...it brings her a comfort that Ochako had no idea she needed. Is this the power of a hero? It has to be.
Finding her voice, admist ragged gasps and coughs, throat and eyes burning from the strain of emptying her stomach, Ochako scrubs at her mouth, feeling tears well up in her eyes as well. Miserable. She's absolutely fucking miserable. What a pathetic thing she is.]
F-Few...few hours...a-ago. [Coughing again, Ochako hugs herself tightly, sinking her face into that high collar so he won't see much of her face as she sniffles and begins to sob, as quietly as she can.] Th..Th-Thank you...Ba-Ba-Bakugou...kun. Y-Y-You...you--
[Saved me.]
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He's in the process of tapping his foot against the ground in an agitated way while really absorbing the fact that Uraraka is here, and very nearly just stripped in a crowd of people. It's not hard to come to the conclusion that, based off of her reaction, this is probably one of the worst places she ever could have been brought to... and he is probably the worst person to have intercepted her. It's not like empathy is his strong suit, though in this case... he's not completely lacking in that department. He would have seriously lost his fucking shit, if his introduction here involved anything more than some robots jacking his fucking clothes. His reaction would have just involved a hell of a lot more violence, and absolutely no vomiting.
Turning at the sound of her voice, his expression remained fairly neutral, up until she was thanking him and trying to hide her face. Her voice alone was a dead ass giveaway that she was crying, but there was a glimpse of wet streaking down one pink cheek before his collar hid the evidence. It was enough to have him frowning, and clicking his tongue as he debated what the fuck to do with that. He didn't do comfort shit, he was generally the person making people cry. The best he had was... lower volume, without any trace of his usual vitriol.]
You done looking at your lunch a second time?
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He would never judge her, she knows that very well, but that irrational part of her mind just nags and picks at her growing anxiety, whispers lies over and over as it breaks away that fragile strength she's built up over time. Brick by brick, the groundwork of her confidence is razed from the ground up. You're just small. Weak - in both body and mind. Everyone knows it, everyone saw it, and now you've just embarrassed yourself in front of the one person who may have thought otherwise. Well done, hero. Ochako shakes her head, shakes out those intrusive thoughts, because they're wrong, and she knows they're wrong, but those echoes weigh heavy on her chest.]
Mm.
[She can't bring herself to say more, looking down as tears still cling to her long lashes. She can't look Bakugou in the eye, despite how much she wants to, just to affirm that he's actually here, that he's actually real and this isn't some godawful nightmare. Maybe it'd be better if it was. That way, none of this would be real.]
I'm okay. [Well that's just flat a lie.] ...I'll be okay.
[Better.]
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There's a click of his tongue as he just watches her, before he simply turns so that his back is to her again.]
Actually put the jacket on. Then we're outta here. The trolley is gonna take too long, so we're walking.
[Anyone who passes them while Ochako gets herself properly concealed within the safety of it is met with a serious 'don't fuck with me, I will fucking kill you' glare, and after a minute or so passes, he cocks his head back and at an angle to catch a very quick glimpse of her progress.] You good yet, or what?
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Now though...Ochako doesn't want to be seen by anyone, let alone her friends. Especially Bakugou, where his opinion could change so hard and so fast that it's just scary. It's scary, because she doesn't want to lose his respect. After standing up to him, fighting as hard as she did when Ochako was well and truly scared of him back then...she doesn't want him to think she's weak. Doesn't want him to think she's just another extra. Just another shameless girl who can't keep her goddamn clothes on.
Broken from her mental spiral Ochako jumps a little at Bakugou's voice and comes close to actually meeting his eye. Or, well...at the least catches a glimpse of his back when he turns around again.]
Huh? Oh...o-okay. Right.
[Gosh, she feels like she's not even really...existing. Like her body and mind are totally separate from other another. But his voice, for a brief moment, brings them together again. Ochako tugs his jacket close, pulls her arms through the sleeves, and fastens up the front. It's actually a well enough fit, other than the arms and shoulder area. Bakugou's shoulder to waist ratio is insane, even with Ochako's bust size and the skintight material leaving nothing to the imagination on that boy....there's still a bit of give on her tiny frame. Probably for the better, Because Ochako does seem to lose a lot of the tension in her shoulders when she's snuggly wrapped up in his jacket. It...really does keep heat well, and she's going to start sweating as they walk, but it's...nice. It's nice. Comfortable. Smells like smoke, and a weird, kind of sweet smell, too--...caramel? Kind of.]
I'll wash it. [Automatic. How? Ochako doesn't fucking know, it just came out. But it's the least she can do.] Yeah. Ready.