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TDM 014: A DAY AT THE FAIR
| TDM 014: A DAY AT THE FAIR |
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. HAY FEVER A new mode of transportation has made an appearance! From one end of the fairgrounds to the other, and even sometimes off the beaten path and into the wilds, robot-horse-drawn hay wagons shake, rattle, and roll. And, of course, what are hay wagons great for? Anyone fancy a roll in the hay? Anyone who is taking a hay ride will see their A5 card flash - and they will be given the option to trade one square for the vehicles square. (New players engaging in this prompt can call it a freebie.) But beware! The wagons roll at all hours of the day and night. At night, the spooks come out to play! Rides will be "haunted" by frightful spooks played by machines and your local Islanders. The 'bots will hire anyone interested to don their favorite slasher costume or ghostly garb. After all, everyone knows that fear and adrenaline are related to attraction, right? Just another thoughtful service provided by your generous benefactors. II. Acute Beef Poisoning How about an eating contest? Multiple competitions are held throughout the fair: hot dogs, hot dogs, pies -- just use your imagination! Of course, there's always the chance that you've been recruited to be "eaten"... So sit back and enjoy the ride. For those of you with an exhibitionist streak, all contests are held in front of an audience. Be careful, ye who eat here, because the pies in particular have been known to have the following effects (with a two-hour duration):
III. BRODEO Last but not least, try the mechanical contraptions of various sizes - equipped with equipment of various sizes as well! The objective of this game is to last as long as you can. Thirteen Hand Sam is the smallest of the mechanical horses. It has no attachments, but instead vibrates until the rider orgasms. Mechanic Mike is the second mechanical horse. With a modest six-inch dildo, it bucks its rider around until orgasm. For those who like a real challenge, the mechanical bull -- the Bonine -- is a two-person contraption that straps each rider in with their own dildo. They sit face-to-face on the thrashing machine, within touching range, able to encourage each other to come (and to lose) more quickly. Ride like you've never ridden before, or comfort someone in the aftermath of a job well done. N A V I G A T I O N |
Wen Kexing | Word of Honor
Going from a snowy mountain top to being drenched in cold water and covered in sand did not amuse the Ghost King. That doesn't, however, stop him from standing and brushing the sand off.
Surroundings were new and unfamiliar, as was the robot that came towards him with some type of bracelet. Even after that is given he doesn't stick around. Much less when he notices more of the robots.
He would head back in this general direction later, if he thought it benefited him. For now? He might as well explore the island itself and see if anything seemed familiar. While also keeping an eye out for his soulmate.
[Hay Fever]
After managing to get cleaned up earlier in the day he'd noticed the horses. They were nothing like what him and Zishu were used to. He would remember horses that were robotic in nature. There were so many things about the place that were catching his attention, even if he still hadn't figured out what to think of the place yet.
He's comfortable, for the most part, in that little square with his fan out and lazily fanning himself. Something felt off about this ride, though, and he lets his eyes roam around the surroundings before him.
[Brodero]
Kexing had never seen a game that required contraptions like that before. Though, he doesn't participate in it himself, it looked intriguing. People being thrown onto some mechanical animal only to gain pleasure. It wasn't something that he would've thought of. Then again, most of his pleasure came from one man. Before Zishu, there had been others, but that was before he'd found his soulmate.
Snapping his fan shut he sees one of the people who had partaken in one of the mechanical animals. "Are you alright?" Whether he was genuinely concerned or not was anyone's guess, but he could make sure the person wasn't too bad off.
[Wildcard]
Anything you else strikes your fancy, go for it. You can PM Kexing's journal or message me here]
Brodero
So he'd gotten cleaned up and set to wandering, listening and observing all he can as he goes along. And that ended up with him watching a rather...unusual activity that has him curious, but not enough to try for himself. Not without his soulmate, at least, and speaking of...
A flash of relief runs through him despite his confidence of finding Kexing even here, and walks up to the other to peer over at the mechanical beasts. "Hm? Fine."
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Hay Fever
Quickly, he prepares himself, some part of him screaming that he should walk away, but Xie has always been drawn to danger.
"When did you arrive, Lord Kexing?" he keeps just enough space between them so he might have a chance at fleeing if necessary, "I could have helped you if I had known."
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Noiz | DRAMAtical Murder
[One heavily pierced blond in the waters can be seen having a not so hot time, thrashing and stumbling awkwardly around in two layers of clothing until the waves send him rolling into shallow enough water that he can dig his feet into the sand and push himself into a kneel.
Kindly give him a moment to lose his lunch atop warm, wet sand. He spits out the last of it, dips his face into the water to wash it out, then spits that out. Waking up suspended in water was super irritating. One, he doesn't know how to swim. Two, thanks to the degree of water pressure present, his dull sense of touch, his CIPA-like condition affecting his ability to perceive temperature, it felt like a whole lot of nothing, which messed with his head. Three, he has no fucking idea where he was or how he got there. Four, his stomach still felt weird in a way he didn't have the words for.
Once the helper robots come, his first instinct is to bat them away in annoyance. At least he waits till after taking a towel and bracelet to insult them, tell them to go away, or kick at any that linger or persist.]
I can take care of myself just fine.
[Following all that other intro stuff, it soon becomes time for wandering around the island while drenched and covered in sand with a towel wrapped around his neck, and hopefully finding some dry clothes. At some point he does bother checking out the spa. Most of it doesn't interest him. It seems like it'd cater to people who aren't like he is. It's good for cleaning off the sand, and that's about it—
Until he finds out about the birch broom whippings.]
...Hey. Are those any good?
[He asks this of a random person.]
Acute Beef Poisoning
[When it comes to selecting his meals he tends to eat the same thing all the time - pizza and pasta, usually delivery or takeout. Lived off of it for years. But that isn't to say he can't be adventurous. If there's one thing Noiz is known for, it's trying out food without having a fucking clue what it even is. Which is to say that he selects some samples of pies without paying attention to the flavor or even trying to find that out in advance.
He's about halfway through his slice of blueberry pie when he notices his skin slowly turning blue. He holds up a scar-covered hand to inspect—a hand free of his usual bandages, as he ditched those sopping, sandy things earlier and hasn't found anything to re-wrap them with yet.]
What the hell.
[The rest of his skin has turned the same shade, enough to cause concern. Is he hallucinating himself into looking like a goddamn Smurf? Slowly turning, he stares dully at anyone nearby.]
Hey. You.
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[For anything else. You can run ideas by me via PM if unsure of anything.]
Acute Beef Poisoning
Nh...
[Is he going to he help explain things? No.]
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Fresh from her own whipping session, a towel draped comfortably around her waist and the rest of her still laid bare, his comment draws her attention away from sorting out her clothes (a hideously flashy aloha shirt/shorts combo that begs mockery), her gaze flickering over him as she plucks up a smile.]
Oh, definitely! I didn't realize they offered that kind of service here, but...man, talk about refreshing.
[She does look relaxed, sitting easily on one of the spa's long benches without an ounce of tension in her tall, lanky body. Though she's a quick healer, the fair skin of her back, shoulders, legs and arms still bear marks from being...thoroughly serviced.]
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Hmm? I don't actually know, I haven't tried it myself just yet, heheheh...
[Because look, just the word "whipping" was enough to make her wary, even if she knew by now that the robots didn't actually hit all that hard with the branches. She glances over the stranger's face - LB was very good at remembering the faces of even those she didn't know the name of, and she was certain that this was a newcomer. So, she effortlessly puts on a smile and shrugs her shoulders in an almost sheepish manner as she continues.]
But, ah, I think I've seen it enough to maybe offer an outsider's view?
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Verin Thelyss | Critical Role
Accute Poisoning
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i cannot believe
Essek doesn't spend much time at the beach itself; floating over the more annoying parts of the sand before setting on more compact ground in the surf. He lets the water wash over his skin for a few minutes, wincing out at the horizon. Eventually he turns, dries his feet with a wave of prestidigitation before replacing his shoes, and moves for the spa nearby, thinking of a bath.
What he doesn't expect to find, however, is another drow. But more specifically a very familiar one, even if it has been a terribly long time since they'd last seen each other. He stops dead in his approach, heart screeching to a halt.
"Verin?"
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Cinnis "Fish" Sedonsath | Original Character
The last thing they remember is the crash of the waves and their body thrown like a ragdoll off the ship they had been sailing on. Then, it was all darkness and water. Luckily being merfolk had its benefits. There was no fear of drowning, even as the undertow continued to pull their body this way and that. And then... there was land.
Cinnis coughed upon the warmed sands of the beach, waiting for their body to adjust from breathing from the gills to taking air in from their nostrils once more. Their first breath was shaky, their body heavy from what had just happened. They washed up dressed as a sailor, their loose white shirt cut and adjusted to accommodate the red fins at their shoulders and forearms. Their red pants were cut in a similar fashion for the fins at their calves as well. And a deep purple sash was tied at their waist. At first glance, someone could consider them male.
Their eyes flutter open and they take in their surroundings before they notice the robot coming towards them, providing them with a towel and the bracelet device. They look at it curiously. This is all a bit much for a fantasy land merfolk to take in. They look around, trying to catch the eye of someone... more... organic before they allow themselves to get ushered by this thing of metal.
"Hey! Hey you there! Help a fish out, would you?" They call out, their voice rather androgynous for what seems to be a man.
I. Hay Fever
At the Fairgrounds, Cinnis notices the robot-horse-drawn hay wagons wandering by. Just out of sheer merfolk curiosity, they hitch a ride on one. By this time, they've gotten their belongings and after acertaining what kind of world this was-- off came their sailor "disguise" they used just to have accommodations on the ship they boarded. On went the clothes they were far more comfortable in: a leather vest-like garment that was cut above their midriff, and a pair of white loose harem pants that appeared rather translucent, especially in the light.
Hopping on to the back of one deftly, like the acrobat they really were, they peek in and grin at whoever was in it. "Care for a little company, darling?"
III. Brodeo
Exploring the fair more, the merfolk comes across the curious machines on display, two of them with very interesting protrusions. This certainly wasn't the kind of thing they'd usually find out in the world they knew.
Whoever's close by to them will see them turn and remark, "are most things here like this?" They gesture at the horses and bull with a hotdog in one hand.
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That's when he sees something very colorful, and he squints his red eyes to take in the form of what seemed like someone purplish with... fins? Maybe it was some kind of sea creature and not an arrival. Still, he's curious and slides down one of the ropes to then Misty Step down to the tiny walkway between the ship and the beach.
It takes him a while to get over to where the person eh was spotting was, and by then they at least have a towel and is calling out to the tiefling.
"Hello there! Are you alright?"
You know, aside from being washed up in a new dimension.
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She lets out a squeak, staring wide-eyed at them for a moment before offering a smile. "Company is welcome."
Looking at them, they resemble a nymph from back home. She can't help but wonder if that's what they are. Though she decides it's probably rude to outright ask what they are.
Instead, "I'm Persephone."
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I. hay fever
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Cremisius Aclassi | Dragon Age: Inquisition | OTA
A wagon ride, even with a strange mechanical horse, didn't seem to warrant the amount of giggling and silliness that the the robots were giving it. As far as Krem was concerned, it was just a way to get around, but one that he was happy to use nonetheless.
By himself, at least, it was nothing to write home about. With someone else, he started to notice that there was something weird and fishy going on. But he wasn't going to be the first to break a tension that might just be in his head.
ACUTE
BEEFPOISONINGKrem was competitive by nature. He'd never done a competitve eating contest (and he was purposefully ignoring and pretending he didn't know anything about the corner that had anything to do with more lascivious activities), but the object seemed pretty simple. Eat food quickly. Don't get sick. He could do that.
With a particular interest in both the meat and cherry arenas, Krem made a decent showing at both. He didn't win, but he was proud of himself for what he had done. And he was feeling rather good about it, too.
Maybe a little too good about it.
RIDE THE BULL?
At first glance, they were almost tempting. Krem was not a good horseman--he was a bad horseman, in fact--but he was fairly certain he could keep on something mechanical for however long this took, pride and stubbornness coming out. But then he actually took a second to look at the situation. And then he looked at the other two machines.
Now, no shame to anyone that wanted to do that sort of thing, but mostly? Krem was just concerned about the hygeine issues more than anything. He worked at the spa, after all, and he didn't think that people (and certainly not the robots) thought these things through before they decided that something phallic shaped was a good idea.
So there he stood, staring at the unoccupied mechanical "bull", frowning slightly.
"...I've seen bigger, for the joke."
WILDCARD
[Feel free to interpret any of the above however you want, or jive with me somehow else. If you'd like to talk personalized starters, hit me up at
Acute Beef Poisoning
"How are you feeling?" Chris looked around to see if there was any water or something. Krem could probably use a drink after all that and probably a place to sit down. "That looked like a lot of food."
He spotted a shady spot a few feet away and jerked his chin towards it. "You wanna go have a seat?"
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Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition
One very angry, very confused mage comes sputtering out of the water on his hands and knees with no real memory of how he got in the damned ocean in the first place. Dorian spends a moment coughing up sea water before he staggers to his feet because a group of metal men are on their way. A towel is thrown over his head.
"Leave me alone you pests!" He yanks the towel off of his face and swats at the robots who make some disapproving noises. "Oh, just wait until I truly get mad, then you'll be sorry."
But the robots are persistent and after putting a bracelet on his wrist Dorian is ushered towards something called Laid Bare Spa which would normally sound inviting but he digs his heels in outside the door.
"Now, one of you explain what's going on here or I will start melting parts off of you one by one," he threatens with a snarl even though he still looks like a drowned rat instead of a fierce Tevinter Magister.
[ Hay Fever ]
Sitting in the back of a hay cart Dorian watches the world roll by slowly. This place is incredibly strange and he doesn't know what to make of it. The hay cart seems a pleasant way to sit down and think for a minute.
Not that he has many thoughts in his head. None of this makes sense to Dorian. He falls back against the hay and that's when he notices he is not alone in the cart.
"Ah, hello." He sits up again and adopts a more composed air, something more fitting a sophisticated noble like himself. “Seems like a lovely day for a ride.”
Small talk is not what he planned on for this ride but it’s either that or he’ll start muttering to himself trying to pick apart the magical energies of the world around him so he can get home.
[ Brodeo ]
Dorian considered the bulls with a skeptical look. They’re fascinating machines from a technical standpoint but honestly… he’s not impressed.
“I’ve ridden better,” he says briefly leaning closer to the person standing next to him.
Why anyone would get on such a contraption in public was beyond him. Dorian had gotten over a lot of the shame he felt for his sexuality but he still didn’t want complete strangers watching him get off in public.
And truly, those bulls have nothing compared to his Bull. Even that fierce two person one didn’t look like it was any sort of challenge compared to his lover.
But perhaps Dorian is a touch bias when it comes to bulls.
[ Wildcard ]
[ feel free to suggest your own. no smut with women. Dorian is very gay and it's very important to his storyline/character. ]
arrival
But no. Krem, dressed in his spa uniform of a short chiton that barely concealed the form of his body, came around the corner and saw Dorian Pavus looking overwhelmed and ready to start something with the robots that had brought him to the spa.
"Shoo," he said, coming over toward them. They scattered a little as he came up. "I've got this one, thank you."
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pike trickfoot | critical role campaign 1
Water and a suit of armor don't mix that well.
Pike spent the better part of the next half an hour getting out of her armor and inspecting it to make sure the ocean water hadn't ruined it. Could you even make a vestige rust? Was it even possible considering it was a magic item? Things to consider while she was taking it off.
When the robot approached and handed her a towel and a bracelet, she looked a bit confused, then smiled. "Oh? Oh! Thank you, this will help just fine."
She starts to busy herself again, but when the robot doesn't leave, she starts gathering the pieces of the armor she had removed into her small arms. "Um, thank you? But I think I'm good now. I'm sure there's other people to help!"
She's honestly not sure, and she takes the moment to quickly scurry away, heading for the treeline so she can finish drying her armor there.
[Acute Beef Poisoning]
Pike didn't get a chance to participate in the last pie eating contest she heard about - to be fair, she can't really eat while astral projecting - so this seemed like the best thing to get involved with.
At the sign up table she's pouring over the choices, talking to herself as she does so. "Okay, okay, okay... what do I choose first?"
After several minutes, she taps the nearest person. "Excuse me. Is there any of them you recommend?"
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[Hi there! I'm new around here, but if there's anything else you'd want with Pike that strikes your fancy, feel free to PM her account or just reply with something!]
arrival!
She's thinking (a little guiltily) of Caleb now as she walks along, humming to herself, and nearly collides with someone. Poor new arrivals, always-- "Oh, I'm sorry, it's okay, the robots won't--" Wait, she knows this face! "Pike?!" Oh no. As much as it makes her happy to have...well, almost everyone, it's still just. Well...it's this place. "Oh, Pike! Hi! Oh my goodness. Here, here, lemme..." without thinking about it, she takes off the shawl she's got wrapped around her shoulders and wraps Pike up in it, knowing that she's probably more concerned about the towel for her armor. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?! Wow, I never thought I'd run into someone I knew out here. I wasn't prepared."
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acute beef poisoning
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claude von riegan | fe:3h
II. HAY FEVER
III. WILDCARD
II
[ Constance swoops down on her pegasus. There's a huge chance that he might not even know that she exists, she's been through this before several times with the other people from Fodlan. That doesn't meant she won't help.
Better her as a representative of the Ashen Wolves as say... Dimitri or Edelgard. At least she's relatively neutral. ]
I would offer you a ride to wherever you plan to go but you know how pegasus are.
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II. HI HELLO I'm so sorry for this loser
HELLO HI!! lorenz is always welcomed he's #1 loser in my heart
He's sort of learning to be slightly less of a loser... slightly
still always a loser at heart
He'll never live down the bowl cut
we all have our sins lorenz, it's ok
he has *so* many more sins now
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wildcard - please lmk if this isn't cool!
dorian fletcherson | D&D 5e OC | ota
He remembers falling asleep in the comfortable warmth, nestled up against his mate in the collection of blankets and wool and in the scent of cool rain, dust and old paper. This was the opposite of that. This was warm and salty and the wind wasn't as biting as it was before. He---doesn't like it. It's almost like the air stinks with fish and salt. Shaking himself awake, there's----sand in his nails and feathers and hair and wow this is beyond fucking unpleasant. He fluffs himself up---at least, his wings do, the feathers flicking away what moisture they can, and what sand they can, and if it weren't for the feathery appendages sticking out from his back, he'd look more akin to a drowned rat. Dorian does not look pleased, nor is he too excited about the strange warforged approaching him with towels and explanations and a whole bunch of words. Before them stands a rather tall, lithe looking man with no shirt and some utilitarian looking leathers. He's suntanned, and bespeckled with all manner of freckles from the bridge of his nose to likely, all the way to his legs. Who knows. There's a lot of them. Most distractingly though, of course, are the ruddy red and brown wings that stretch out behind him, heavy with the weight of the water.
"No, I don't care about any of that, where's Veda? My mate?"
The longer he stands there and tries to get an answer out of them, the more agitated he looks; might wanna intervene and try to deescalate. Sure, he's big, but he's also at a speed disadvantage at first glance; he's soaked to the bone.
II. poisoning of a different kind
Dorian's gotten along well with most if not all he's encountered so far; and he certainly won't turn down the notion of food. Being literally raised by wolves leaves a lot to be desired diet-wise, and being less liked in the cities nearest his foresty home meant that even the least bit of cooking and processing was always a treat. So, he's plucked a few pie slices for himself; one for now, another for later, packed in a beeswax kerchief. For now though, he's munching on either a meat or a cherry pie slice, happily. Dealer's choice which one it is, though.
[ ooc: howdy! this is Dorian, he's an aasimar primeval guradian ranger from a semi-homebrew 5e game! he turns into a giant hawk sometimes with wicked big claws and a bigger wingspan. 8) he's actually a rather big softie under his stoic protectiveness, and once he's had a little wear and care, he'll warm up to whoever's kind to him. promise. he's just a grumpy hawkboy because he's away from his partner. i'll have some more info out for him later but until then, have at him; he's well into his early thirties and the wings will eventually go away, so he's good for a hug or two. ]
Arrival
“They’re infuriating, but getting angry at them doesn’t help.” She took the towel from one of the little pests and shooed it away. “Get lost.” She handed the towel to him. “They only seem to be able to say exactly what they were programmed to.”
She looked at him with an empathetic sadness. “I’ll help you look for whoever you’re looking for, but I want to warn you it’s completely possible they only grabbed you.” She’d had a hard time getting straight answers when she landed here, and she refused to be anything less than helpful to anyone else.
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Washing up on a strange, unknown island with no memory of how one had gotten there? Why, that was something that happened to other, more adventurous people. Not Ienzo. He'd been in bed - or, passed out in the cot he had in his lab at Radient Garden. Regardless. It's very strange, isn't it? Ienzo pulled out his Gummiphone - his personal one was equipped with a few sensors to gather data - and began to monitor for Darkness.
A robot was trying to get his attention, and he murmured, politely, "One moment."
More robots gently tugging on his arms. "I'll be with you momentarily."
This was, of course, how Ienzo was lifted and carried off to the spa, clothes and equipment stripped, dunked unceremoniously into the public bath. He'd be quite the sight to see, long bangs now bedraggled and dripping in front of his face.
Or he might be spotted wandering around in a towel later looking for his clothes - distracted just for a moment by the murals. His eyes were a little wide. "Ah ... so, that's, well ... interesting."
I. Hay Fever
When in doubt, do as the locals did. Which included grabbing a haycart and heading toward the fairgrounds, apparently. Ienzo could think of no better place to figure out more information from the people around here. Where else might they gather, but the fair?
He noticed the flashing, and poked absently at his device, a thoughtful expression on his face. So, were these requests, usually ... influenced by the environment? Lost in thought he wouldn't really notice or mind someone else hopping onto the cart to head to the fair.
II. Acute Beef Poisoning
It seemed too warm and sticky out to go for meat pie, if you asked Ienzo. He wanted something a lot more refreshing - why not blueberry? Of course, it didn't escape his notice that the food here might be tampered with, but. The best way to get effective data was to get the information yourself.
The blue clashed terribly with his hair, in fact.
It did make him believe the pies were mostly harmless pranks, so when he wandered around with a strawberry pie later - it's without any apprehension on his part. It seemed that most of the incentives were on that stage, anyway, for a - ahem - sausage-swallowing contest. So far there didn't seem to be any takers. Ienzo needed more data about this place, but he still felt ... grateful. He still wanted to ask around to find out more about the island.
III. Library
The fair was likely a bad idea - Ienzo retreated back to his comfort zone, finding the island's library. As soon as he stepped inside, he sighed in relief, looking ... more at home. And like the weight of what'd happened so far that day fell off his shoulders.
Time to get to work.
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Whether the food was doctored or not, Demyx didn't really care when he felt like having something and a slice of cherry pie was right up his alley.
Demyx was wearing black jeans, torn strategically, a purple t-shirt, a blue plaid vest and hiking boots, as well as a set of familiar accessories. He wasn't wearing his coat, but that of course, didn't mean he didn't have it.
He wasn't expecting to see someone he knew.
Ienzo was dressed up like a nerd, cravat and all, so he made a bold assumption. "Hey! Zex-er-Ienzo!" He called with a cheerful grin, easy enough to mask his trepidation.
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ben solo, star wars
[ He hates sand.
Of all the things Ben thought he would experience upon dying (and maybe becoming a Force ghost, back when he imagined that was still possible) washing up on a sunny beach wasn't one of them. Is this the afterlife, or whatever comes next? It's ... stupid, as are the droids that offer him a towel and whirr around doing the same for others in varying states of disarray. Sand sticks to his sodden clothing and he winces as he holds his middle where the ache took him first, queasy and off-balance in a way he has never been before; healing Rey took all he had.
Rey.
Whirling around and not finding her anywhere, he feels even more disorientated, enough to shout. ]
Rey? Rey, answer me!
[ Reaching out with the Force to sense her ... he can't. There's nothing. He can't sense a thing, not in the shells before him or the ocean to his right, in the trees to his left. It's all empty.
And that is when Ben drops to his knees in a cold, still panic. ]
ii. fair; an apple a day keeps the force away.
[ Arguably, this is not the worst day of his life, but it comes very fucking close. Force-blind, informed he has to copulate to regain his abilities, and without a single familiar face (at such a low point he would even take Armitage, which says a lot) he sits down at the pithy, patronising fair and tucks into the only food available, too miserable and cold in his damp tshirt to care what he eats. It's apple pie. It's ... good. Hot and comforting.
Why was he so sad again? And ... Oh.
What was his name? ]
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[The voice comes from above him. A woman’s voice, light and lilted. For all of Kylo’s dramatics and dark clothing, the person standing before him couldn’t be more opposite. Dressed in swim clothes and sunglasses, it looks like Aphrodite was just enjoying an afternoon of sunbathing when the newest arrivals started popping out of the ocean like sea foam.
(Half true. While Aphrodite is not one for keeping track of time, it’s not difficult to pick up on the near-monthly influx of newcomers washing ashore. It’s not so surprising these days when someone pops up during her near-daily dips into the water.)
Standing so her shadow falls over him, she waves some of the augur robots over – some who had been dismissed from him just moments before.]
Just hold still, the little metal men should be able to help you-
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Yasha Nydoorin | Critical Role (voice testing)
00. Arrival
When Yasha washes up on the shore, she feels little worse than usual despite the seaweed tangled in her hair and the soggy weight of her cloak. She's squeezing water from her locks when the island's robots approach, and trying to get water out of her ear as they pass her towels and a little charm and explain... Huh. She probably didn't hear all of that correctly. The little creatures don't seem like much of a threat, at least, so she follows bemusedly behind as they usher her into the Laid Bare spa.
It's not the first time she's been pounded on, even in the good way, but there is something about laying down on a massage table with mallet-heavy robot appendages digging into her that is, ultimately, incredibly satisfying.
Yasha can be heard giving a vibrating battle yell while aching muscles get the next best thing to Beau's fists across her rock-hard shoulders. If one were to be passing by the open door, the barbarian in an indecently small towel is not, in fact, as she seems when she roughs out a loud request: "a little lower? Yes, right there... Oh!" Her head is muffled in the doughnut of the massage table so everything is coming out louder than it should.
02. Pie in the Sky
Let it never be said that Yasha isn't game for a good food eating contest... but this is not the kind of contest she's familiar with. She opts, then, to try some samples and it's not much later that the woman can be seen rubbing one very blue arm with an equally blue hand. "Does anybody know when this will wear off?"
Not that she's against the colour, but she is rather worried that everything else she's eaten will change her through the rainbow in short order. Is it dangerous? Usually changing colours are dangerous, right?
03. Woah Girl, Woah
The strapping barbarian can be seen resting her arms on some metal bars delineating the bucking horses and bulls from the fairgrounds, flushed lightly with open embarrassment but refusing to let it get the better of her.
"Is this what you do around here for fun?" She asks, eyeballing the rather imposing looking double-dongin' contraption. Currently none of the rides are in use, but she's starting to feel the side effects of some of the other foods she's sampled and... If they weren't out in the middle of the open. Well.
SCREAMING
The tiefling gasps when he hears that yell and runs down the corridor before carefully peaking into the nearby door. He's ready to apologize for possibly getting an eyeful of someone else... but he knows that hair. Those arms.
It has been nine months. Nine months of missing her like a lost limb.
"...Yasha?"
Re: screaming gently back
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Rui Ninomiya | Gatchaman Crowds Insight
Rui couldn’t help but make a face at being waterlogged. Fortunately, she was just wearing a pale yellow sundress which would dry in no time. Anyone who knew that her hair was fake would be surprised that it hadn’t moved, but she was an expert and she paid for quality. The wig of choice had two very long, pink pigtails that curled from the water down at the hem of her knee-length dress.
She was exhausted.
She shook her head at the offer of a massage, she could feel her chest aching from her recent enough injuries and she stumbled to see if she could locate a human to speak with, just to ascertain where she was. With that information, with any luck, she’d be able to leave.
It was her hope at any rate.
II. Hay Fever
Dry and feeling a little better after having sat on the beach for awhile, Rui found her way to an evening hay ride.
She accepted the robot’s boost to climb up and sat down in the pile, wondering if this wasn’t usually more like bales…?
Then again, she wasn’t really thinking in the context of the island, not yet. Her plan was to see the sights.
With any luck, someone might join her which could provide insight, if not well, someone was likely going to jump out of the darkness and be faced with her flat, unamused stare from behind her glasses. Manicured hands grasped onto the side as she looked over, trying to get a lay of the land.
III. Pies
The lure of sweets was too strong, but really, which pie did she choose?
Rui had no idea what the effects were, but maybe someone could suggest their favourite?
“I wonder if I could try all of them.” She couldn’t help but wonder. She had a terrible sweet tooth after all.
IV. Wildcard
[ooc: For the canon blind, it should be noted that Rui is transgender. If you want to plot anything specific, feel free to hit me up! I’m giving her a shot to see if she does well in the setting/scenario or not before I decide if I want to app her.]
Hay There
"Hi. Have you ever done this before?" Probably not. This girl doesn't look like the sort for rural attractions, as much effort as she clearly puts into so much of her appearance. She's very pretty though.
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eadwulf grieve | critical role
a large man, broad shouldered and with thick muscles that stretch the limits of his black tunic, bursts forth from the sea, gasping for air the moment it hits his lungs. eadwulf is a few years past thirty, and while he's in fantastic shape, he has no idea how long he's been without oxygen. judging by the way his lungs burn even as he takes deep breaths and that dizzy feeling that accompanies each one, it must have been a long time.
he makes his way to the beach, slowly slogging through the thick waves and the muddy sand until he can throw himself on the shore, allowing the water to lap at his calves while he coughs and sputters up saltwater. his shirt feels constricting, so he sheds it quickly, throwing it to one side from where he lays on the ground. doing so reveals his chest to the world, thick fur covering his pecs, and thin maze-like tattoos that span his forearms.
he isn't in exandria anymore, that much he can say for certain. the stars in the sky are different. but he's drained from the journey here, from being in the water for so long, that he doesn't really care. at least now he's out from underneath his so-called mentor.
just slides this in here
And maybe...maybe he should have expected this. There are so many of his friends here, so many people with connections to one another--why should it only be the Nein who arrive from Wildemount? Why not others they know? (Why not others he knows?)
There is, of course, the usual cocktail of complicated emotions: surprise, wariness, fondness, regret, longing, love. But this time there is also immediate concern, which proves most prevalent. Eadwulf is sprawled on the sand on his back, still soaked from dragging himself out of the waves. And despite everything, Caleb can do nothing but go to him immediately.
His knees sink into the sand beside him, and he reaches for his nearest hand--both familiar and changed, but still that much larger than his own.
"Wulf," he murmurs, and extends his other hand to brush waterlogged strands of very short jet-black hair from Wulf's forehead as he ascertains just what state he's in. He speaks Zemnian automatically. "You look exhausted."
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Beauregard Lionett | Critical Role
If they still had the boat, Beau would’ve been pretty sure she’d fallen off it.
She’d never fallen off the boat before (and it was long gone), but it was the first thing her brain could come up with, being washed up on a shore like this with absolutely zero memory of anything that had preceded it, at least not immediately.
Her head throbbed--no worse than any other hangover she’d ever had--but she got to her unsteady feet and brushed herself off as best she could, trying to find something with which to tie her hair up just in time to get rushed by automatons. Oh no. Oh fuck no. “No, hey, stop--fucking--haven’t you bitches learned the Henry Crabgrass rules?” she managed to wrestle a towel away from one of them without too much fuss, giving it a firm kick to let it (and the others) know that she was not fucking interested.
Once she had a towel, she could take the time to get her bearings--if she had any inkling of where the fuck she was. This didn't look like any place she'd ever been, and that was...a problem. How did she possibly get this fucked up with poison immunity? And where the fuck was everyone else?
Well, there was nothing she could do about it now. Choosing a random direction, she pointed herself toward the nearby wooded area and hoped for the best, or at the very least, a familiar face.
02: Acute Beef Poisoning
There had been very little by way of actual bearings-getting since washing up, but stumbling upon a carnival was kind of the same thing, right? And Beau was never one to turn down a little bit of fun. Even if everything here was a little weird.
She checked everything out, enjoying the sights, and when she stumbled upon an eating contest, well…
Beau was a very competitive person. It was hard to say no to that. It was run, regrettably, by automatons, whom she still didn’t really trust, but she still sat down at the table and made her selection (cherry), cracking her knuckles and getting ready to eat. “I hope you’re prepared to get your ass kicked by my dope monk shit,” she said to the person sitting next to her.
03: Wildcard
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Beau! You're back!
[ After she had disappeared a while ago, Molly had been worried he would never see her again. Unfortunately that also meant that he thinks she knows that it's him and not Lucien or whatever.
Instead he's running over to her, intending to clap her shoulder in a fond greeting. ]
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Su She | Mo Dao Zu Shi (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation)
He was unsure of how to really process all that had been going on. Really, this was all but too much. One moment he had remembered being within the dark and imposing temple, judgemental gazes all staring him down as he cried out desperately, and now-- There he stood. The sun was shining, a bright contrast to the chilly night merely moments ago. And he was soaked to the skin. His robes handing heavily off his long yet slim frame, barely keeping draped over him as he stared on in wide-eyed confusion.
Where... Was he?
Was this real? Was that entire nightmarish experience merely moments ago just a dream? For some reason, this felt more like a dreamscape than that had been. After all, he was never one to have anything nice or pleasant happen to him.
That was perhaps why, as he took a step forward to start exploring the beach he felt a tug. His eyes going wide with alert as he turned to face... a strange moving metal contraption clinging to the hem of his precious attire.
"E... Excuse you!!" He tried to snag himself free, but it was no hope. For the moment, he had the strange moving metal man tug back a little more forcefully, spewing something about relaxing and undressing? No, no thank you! He will most certainly not! "Let go! I demand you let me go this instant!"
Surely his screaming down the robot as he partakes in a visible tug of war with his own clothing must be quite the sight to anyone passing by.
[Hay Fever]
At least carriages, although far below his standing, were something he was used to. It was at least more comfortable to him than anything he had come to see as of yet. His arms folded into his sleeves as he sat up, straight and quiet. His eyes closed as he refused to acknowledge any of the strange and surreal visuals that surrounded him. After all, he can't be bothered to lay gaze upon such unrefined places such as these when he had much more pressing matters to attend to.
His nose slightly turned up as the visible strain could be seen in the crease of his eyebrows and the red tone of his face.
No. Surely none of this would do. He was best off finding a place a little more settled back to regain his composure and form some plan.
"Ridiculous. Surely a place such as this could at least learn to show some class. Even the seediest red-light districts in Lanling had more refinement than this."
Well, at least the carriage seemed normal enough. He had that, at least.
[Acute Beef Poisoning]
Wait.
What was going on?
Where was he?
Was this... A Fair? The violet-robed man stared around absent-mindedly as he remained in his seat alone at the back of the picnic area. A half-eaten confectionary sitting in front of him as he gazed around at all the people who walked past. It seemed like a lively event, to be certain. Or at least, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, to some extent. And the overall atmosphere seemed jovial and lively. But...
Where was he exactly?
Or better yet, who was he exactly?
Would it be rude to ask around? Perhaps it was best to ask about the fair itself as not to be too off-putting?
"Oh! U-um! Excuse me! That is-- Excuse me! Do you mind if I ask you something!"
He desperately seemed to be attempting to wave people down in attempts to ask for help. But most of those who passed by seemed to ignore him outright. W-Was he invisible!? Surely someone could help him!
[Brodeo]
This... This had to be the most ridiculous thing I had seen yet! Su She stood still, arms fallen to his side in aghast shock and absolute horror as he watched the rodeo ensue. The various participants flailing and falling and writhing far too much for any sensible sect leader to bear! He was no prude! or at least he preferred to think he was not! But they were in public and they were being violated. Surely he couldn't be the only one here who had thought something to be off about the entire situation!
But he could only stand there. His face contorted and strained, bright red in what could either be anger or embarrassment. Truthfully even he was not really sure. He's gawking at the sight as he stood frozen among the rest of the bustling and laughing crowd.
"H-How could they."
[Wildcard]!
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Brodeo, because what is a bro for?
Schadenfreude?
Perhaps he was already getting jaded by the weird things that happen on the nameless island. Anything else to focus on was better than what mess his own life was.
Today he was dressed in his recently favored modern wear, a gold floral button-down shirt, Black skinny jeans, a cream-colored suit jacket, and heeled brown shin-length boots. He sat on one of the tables to the side where he could get a good view, eating what looked like a funnel cake covered in strawberries and whipped cream.
He did however whip around at hearing that familiar voice. It was the voice he hadn't heard since months ago on a rainy evening at the temple. A person who had died protecting him.
"Minshan?!"
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Saya 🤜🤜 D&D 5e OC
[ So water might be one of the important elements but the green woman that's stepping out of it looks about done with shit. She's waterlogged, there's seaweed in her hair and she has no idea where she is.
Things do not get any better when she's accosted by the robots, and there's a loud clang of metal as she starts her adventure on the unknown island by kicking a metal creature. ]
Fucking hell! I think you broke my foot!
[ Nobody said you had all your marbles sorted after almost drowning, okay? ]
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[ Unnecessary injuries aside, at least this place had people and food. Saya doesn't even care why there's free food at a fair, she's having some. Picking a little bit of everything (especially the meat pie), the half-orc stops in her tracks when she notices the other kind of eating contest. ]
Oookay. Where do I sign up for that one?
[ She's gonna watch. Maybe take some notes. ]