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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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[ Arrival ]

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. ]

Krem knew the voice. He wouldn't say that Dorian and he were friends, but they were familiar with each other, and that was reason enough for him to come over and see what was going on. It would have been entirely possible that it was just someone who sounded a little like him.

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."

"Krem?" Dorian was a bit incredulous to see the Charger here of all places. And in such clothing. It looked like something straight from the seedier brothels in Tevinter.

But at least there was a familiar face. Some of the tension goes out of Dorian's shoulders. He still didn't look happy but he was not going to set any robots on fire.

"What are you doing here? Where is here?" he asked as he made a sweeping gesture with his arm to the whole of the building and this strange land itself.

"It's...a long story. Let's get you in and clean you up a little bit, you'll be more comfortable if we can dry you off a bit." And now, Dorian would have clothes when he left, which was a better situation than if Krem hadn't come along.

He led Dorian along to one of the private rooms, grabbing a few towels. As he went, he used the bracelet on his wrist to awkward type out a quick message to Bull, letting him know that Dorian was here.

Behind closed doors, Krem's shoulders dropped slightly.

"So...where first, and then other questions?" He posted up slightly. "It's an island, not on Thedas. There's a thing called the Augur that pulls people here through time and space. That gets outside of my wheelhouse."

It was a bit easier to follow Krem though the decor of the spa made him what in Andraste's name was going on here. Even the seediest places he had been in hadn't been this blatant about sex.

Dorian let out a breath when the door closed and they had some privacy. The robots were a little unsettling.

"I figured out it wasn't Thedas. The Veil isn't here." Dorian could sense that. His magic felt unstable, like he was just discovering it for the first time again. Attacking the robots might have gone very poorly for him. "I would be skeptical but I've walked in the Fade itself so, sure. That's probably possible."

He rubbed at his face with a towel and then his hair. "And I assume that there's no escaping this place?"

Krem nodded. Though there were mages here, and he dreamed, it wasn't the same sort of things as being back home, the familiar presence that Krem had been taught to fought beside and against in the Tevinter army before he had fled and had, for so many years, been very familiar with with Dalish at his back.

"You can walk for a little ways out of the city, but there's a fog on most of the island and it gets disorientating. After a while, you just end up back, without remembering much of what was out there. I haven't gone very far out, just a bit of foraging."

He hesitated slightly. "There are supposedly ways out. You'll get a task card and if you fill it out entirely, that's apparently a way home. But I don't know if anyone has managed it. And the tasks are all..."

For a moment, he almost pulled up his card, but that felt incriminating. So he just shrugged. "It's all fucking, in some variety."

All fucking?

"It's a lust demon's dream come true," Dorian said without thinking. He'd noticed the distinct theme of sex everyone around them in this spa. Being assigned sexual tasks wasn't inherently surprising... except it was absolutely insane.

He motioned for Krem to turn around so that he could take off his soaked clothes. While he liked Bull's friend, he didn't want the man looking at him naked. There were still boundaries between them.

"So, this island wants everyone to have sex. I take it you don't know why?" He started to deal with the buckles and clasps of his clothes and kept right on talking. "I doubt those robots explain anything. They are very pushy and not forthright with information."

Krem made an agreeing noise, because he still wasn't entirely sure that Mollymauk Tealeaf, and whatever other tieflings were around, weren't desire demons, but he wasn't about to get into all of that right now.

He rolled his eyes at Dorian slightly and obligingly turned around, deciding not to argue the point. He wouldn't have looked, was the point, but arriving was always a strange thing and full of stress, and there was no point getting into an argument over anything.

"Not particularly, no," he said. "Something about...animus or eros or something like that. It helps the robots rebuild the city. The more sexually active people are, the more the island can be built up. Sounds like crock, to me."

It wasn't completely strange to Dorian. It absolutely felt like Desire demons feeding on the energy of their name in the Fade. This wasn't a dream though. Dorian had no power here. He couldn't see through this world and change it to his liking.

"If it's energy they are after, sex is a way to get it," he mused aloud as he undid his robes and struggled out of them. The tight fit had only gotten tighter when wet. It clung to his chest and arms uncomfortably. "There are old magic rituals in Tevinter that had sex as the power source."

He paused a moment as he wiggled out of his boots one at a time. "And then they discovered blood magic and well... the rest is history."

"Well, no sign of blood magic so far. But I've only been here about a month, so there's time yet, I suppose."

There was plenty of weird stuff, but they didn't need to go into that. At least, there was no reason to enumerate his specific familiarity with some of the things that he had encountered. While the noise of the wet clothes continued behind him, Krem looked through a nearby cabinet for more towels and a dressing robe. He could launder things while Dorian took a moment to himself, which might help as well.

"Any other pressing questions I can offer insight on?"

Dorian chuckled under his breath. A month and that was all Krem had been able to discover. Either the other man hadn't looked or the secrets were very well hidden. He was rather used to the Chargers finding out whatever they wanted to know.

"Ah. Anyone else we know stumble into this place?" he asked as he neatly folded his robes and left them on a bench near by.

Who were their allies here? Did they have friends or did Krem have people he trusted? Clearly, this wasn't a place to be on your own.

Krem thrust his arm back with the dressing robe and towel, rolling his eye, at the hint of a chuckle. He didn't think that Dorian was deliberately trying to be condescending, but he was managing it a bit anyway. The month had gone quickly, and Krem had other things to concern himself with than investigating the intricacies and mysteries of the island just yet. He'd get to it.

But the question did pose a bit of a situation. He was quiet a moment longer than was strictly necessary, and then, with quiet consideration, he said, "The Iron Bull. You'd make our third, from home."

There were good people here. Strange people. Some more or less familiar in certain ways or customs, all of them struggling. But the Iron Bull was the only one that mattered, when it came to that question.

Dorian almost dropped the offered robe at the mention of The Iron Bull. He fumbled then quickly put it on so he could look at Krem and make sure the other man wasn't teasing him.

"Bull's here?" There's a note of hopefulness that he can't fully hide. His lover is here? On a sex island?

Oh. That idea made him nervous and hurt a little. Bull probably wasn't staying loyal to him and why would he? Dorian wasn't here until now. Oh this was going to be a mess in his head. Dorian had better clean himself up nicely before he went looking for Bull.

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Krem warned him, but Bull hadn't gotten the clear message until he was back within the city. The trepidation he felt tracking the mage down isn't something he's used to, but this place fucks with the best of them. He is keenly ware that Dorian may not remember things that he does. One obstacle at a time.

His breath catches quietly when he spots the familiar figure. In no world could he mistake Dorian's posture, his mannerisms, his clothes. His voice. The familiarity of all of it warms a part of Bull that had been safeguarded since getting here. He's missed Dorian, very much.

"And looked better doing it."

Bull isn't the person Dorian leaned toward, but he is just within earshot to catch the comment. For such a big person, he has a way of getting around relatively unnoticed. It didn't hurt that Dorian had been quite focused on the uh... toys.

Dorian's breath catches in his chest for a moment. He knows that voice. He knows it very, very well. He's not sure he wants to look. It could be some sort of trick.

But he does turn and there is the Iron Bull.

"Bull," he breathes out his name and takes a few steps towards him in a rush, forgetting there are strangers around who could see everything. Dorian does not care in that moment. The Bull is here and he has never been so grateful to see his lover.

He reaches out and grabs Bull's hand tightly in his. "I swear if you are a lust demon in disguise come to tempt me I will be very cross with you."

Bull smiles warmly when Dorian turns to him. His eye is bright as the other man closes the distance and catches onto him. He looms over his lover, just looking at Dorian for a moment before he picks the mage up and into a sound kiss. There is every chance that this is too much, that he is launching over a line of comfort, but he has been thinking of this man for months. And he doesn't think a demon would do this.

He doesn't want to, but sets Dorian back on his feet. A big hand slides over his cheek, taking him in.

"Good to see you too," he rumbles warmly.

It's not too much. He grabs Bull's face in his hands and kisses him back just as hard. It's familiar and reassuring. There's no doubt in his mind now that this is Bull, his Bull.

He runs his hands over Bull's neck and chest as he's set down leaning into Bull's palm for a moment before he remembers they're in public and straightens up. Now all these strangers know he's got soft spots. Great. Lovely.

"I take it your second told you I was here?" he asks, an eyebrow raised.

Let them look. Any soft spot they see is not one easily exploited. Bull is not easily exploited. His fingers brush tenderly along Dorian's cheek, but he allows the mage some space as he straightens up.

"Yeah, didn't get the message until I was back in the city."

He'd been out foraging, trying to earn credits without racking up eros energy. But of course Krem told him.

"You alright? That's a rough arrival." He can't imagine Dorian was particularly thrilled to hit the water and have to swim to shore, regardless of how much the surf might have helped push him along.

Dorian is used to the cutthroat world of politics. He still expects everyone to use any weakness against him.

"I'm as alright as I can be given I've been kidnapped by some very powerful and mysterious force," he grumbles, though his words have lost most of their heat. Dorian's had time to settle down since his arrival.

Krem answering all his questions had helped as well.

"As long as I don't have to do that again I should be fine." He smiles briefly at Bull. "I'm glad you're here though."

He feels steadier with Bull beside him.

"Been missing you, kadan," he admits quietly, just between them. It's a heavier confession than he means it to be, but damn it feels good to see him. "You wanna stay here and keep watching the uh... festivities?"

He smirks when he catches sight of someone approaching one of the bulls. He huffs a laugh. This place is wild, but sometimes it's got a sense of humor.

Kadan. The word goes straight to Dorian's heart. And the way Bull says it makes him forget about the whole world. It's just the two of them in the chaos around them.

"Absolutely not." He has no interest in watching strangers ride fake cocks on fake bulls. "Is there somewhere we can go to... talk? Just us."

Because he wants to know what Bull's been up to. He has a strange twisting feeling in his gut with a touch of jealousy and fear. Very messy things.

"Yeah. I've got a place."

His hand brushes tenderly over Dorian's back as he guides the mage in the direction they need to go. He points a few things out as they walk, but for the most part the Bull keeps talk light while they're out in public.

The home he's managed to carve out for himself is a few rooms on the first story of a restored building. It's clean, a bit sparse, but over all it looks... comfortable. As soon as they're behind closed doors, Bull gathers Dorian into another kiss, lingering this time. He's missed everything about this man. The last time he'd seen Dorian in person, he'd been going off to Tevinter.

In the privacy of Bull's home Dorian wraps his arms around him and kisses him back. He's missed him too. There are so few people he can trust in Tevinter and there's no one he can be with like this, no one he wants to be with but Bull.

He laughs when he draws away and rests his head against his chest. "Amatus."

Dorian finally leans back to look at him. "The last time I talked to you, you were not here. You and the Chargers were in the Free Marches."

He wraps his arms around the other man as Dorian rests against his chest. He strokes his fingers through the mage's dark hair, and he feels his chest tighten when he catches the achingly familiar scent of Dorian's pomade.

"Last time I talked to you, you were in Minrathous," he says quietly. Those sending crystals were a lifeline, a way to hear his lover's voice, and a way for Bull to offer support and affection in return.

Bull leans down to gently bump his head against Dorian's. A faint smile quirks his mouth.

"You were saying something about Maevaris." He lifts his head and cups Dorian's face, thumb stroking over his cheek.

Again, he leans into the touch with a faint sigh. "Mmm. We're planning some new legislation."

So, they were close in time but he knew from Krem that Bull had been here for awhile longer than the Charger.

"How long have you been here?" He asks softly, trying not to sound nervous about the answer. He is. A bit. Bull might have found someone else... oh Dorian hates that idea. He hates that so much. It makes his heart hurt.

00. Arrival

I. HAY FEVER

II. Acute Beef Poisoning

III. BRODEO

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition

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