TDM 014: A DAY AT THE FAIR

[erkumods]

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): Meat - A simple aphro pie; a character finds themselves craving a very different kind of meat. Apple - Temporary amnesia befalls those who've tried the apple pie. The effects can be as great as forgetting your entire identity or as minor as forgetting what you've had for breakfast. Cherry - Look upon the very face of innocence! All guile falls away from this character, making it impossible for them to lie. Strawberry - The compulsion to follow orders may be strong sometimes, but the strawberry pie comes with the compulsion to give orders instead. Blueberry - Oh no! You're looking a bit... off-color? The blueberry pie turns a character's skin blue for the next two hours. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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

Comments

[curriculumachine]

[The piercings stand out enough for Akira, but he's only thinking about how much they would hurt to have done; and then shifting a little awkwardly in his seat. He doesn't mention them at all. It's a long moment before he answers, like he's zoned out in the middle of this exchange, and maybe he did.]

... Blue... Is that... not normal?

[He doesn't sound particularly interested.]

[zunge]

[His lips press together in a thin line. He drops his hand and moves the half-finished pie slice away from him.]

No. It's not.

[As long as there's nothing with with the quiet guy's vision, then Noiz's vision should also be working properly.]

It's supposed to be similar to yours.

[Though Noiz pegs primarily as European, he has some Japanese in him.]

[curriculumachine]

[Akira slides his pie slice away, source confirmed. He offers the tiniest bit of vague information.]

The food is weird here.

[He's mostly experienced some kind of aphro effect, though.]

It will... go away.

[zunge]

[With a grumble and a sigh, he glowers the other way.]

How annoying.

[Though tempted to ask how long it'd take for it to go away, Noiz opts not to. Blue skin isn't a big deal aside from looking like a weirdo. He can wait it out.

Which reminds him...]

Why would anyone think blue is a normal skin tone?

[curriculumachine]

There's aliens.

[It's a simplistic answer, which he then tries to elaborate on, in a stilted manner.]

Some... look human, but orange... and there's... tieflings? Blue, purple...

[He's never heard of a tiefling before he came here, but maybe Noiz has. They may not technically be aliens, but it's a good enough descriptor for Akira.]

One guy's green...

[zunge]

[This earns Akira a suspicious squint and some noncommittal comments almost completely devoid of tone.]

...This sounds like one of those things you need to see to believe.

[curriculumachine]

Nh...

[Akira felt the same way when he first got here, but now it's commonplace. He has nothing else to say on the matter, so he just gets up and walks away; or starts to, but he pauses about a foot away from the table with an attempt to be a little less non-communicative. It's something he's been working on.]

Enjoy the... fair.

[Nothing indicates he actually cares.]

[zunge]

[The first outward reaction Noiz gives to that is a brow raise. This guy reeks of awkwardness. What was that supposed to be? It's almost as bad as the superficial politeness he heard all the time and got beaten into him during his youth, enough. The cringe is on a completely different level, though. This here doesn't piss him off like that does. It's just annoying.

He slowly rises from the chair he'd been sitting in, grabbing the plate of half-eaten pie as he does so. His words come out cool and composed, at an even pace.]

Don't bother forcing yourself.

[Without waiting for a response, he makes a beeline for the nearest trash can to dump this contaminated pie into.]

[curriculumachine]

[There isn't a response. That was his one attempt and he's done, continuing on his way, leaving his own discarded pie on the table because the robots will pick it up.]