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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 |
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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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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It doesn't quite register at first that one of her best friends is there with her. This whole situation seems like a fever dream - she didn't get that drunk with Scanlan and Grog the night before, did she?
Keyleth getting close and wrapping her shall around her shoulders snaps her out of it, and a bright smile appears on her face. "I'm so glad to see you! Did you just arrive too?" A pause. "Though you're a lot drier than I am... I guess not?"
She stops trying to dry her vestige and takes a moment to try and warm herself up. "I'm okay! A little confused, but okay. And don't worry about it! I wouldn't have expected me either."
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There are lots of us here. Well. Not lots. Well...yeah, actually." She starts listing. "Me, Vax, Percy, Vex, Shaun. And some people from Wildemount!! Can you believe it? Wildemount! It's so cool. There's Caleb--I can't wait for you to meet Caleb, oh...Essek, Jester--you'll like her, she's a Cleric, too--Caduceus, he's ALSO a Cleric but he's a druid at heart, I swear it--Fjord...I think that's it. Um, we all have a house, if you want to--I'll take you up there, c'mon."
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If you can call Vex dying again and then finally killing Sylas Briarwood weird. "Well, I guess it's just another normal day for us, right?"
Pike stops drying off the Plate of the Dawnfather to listen fully, frowning that there's so many of them here, not to mention others from Exandria. There's still Grog and Scanlan back home - a blessing, she thinks, because a place powered by sex would have Scanlan thrusting his cock lightning at everything that moved. "I'd love to meet them all, of course! Lead on."
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She holds out her arms to help carry the armor, leading Pike toward the Neinhaus. "I'm actually happy to see you. This place is...well, it's kind of bad, and there's been a lot of things to get used to, but it's so good to see someone you love, you know?"
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Pike hands Keyleth her two bracers while she takes the main plate, because of course she's a monstah. "I'm honestly glad I'm not alone! I mean, it would have been fine, knowing that all of you were home safe, but it's better that there's a lot of us here. Not that I don't worry about Grog and Scanlan..." The trouble the two of them could get into without someone to supervise them? Pike doesn't want to think about it.
"Sarenrae answered my prayers," she continues, teaching out to squeeze her friend's hand. "I'm glad it was you that found me."
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"Right, of course. But that's what has me worried." She laughs lightly, imagining coming home to the house in Westruun in chaos. It would be on brand. It would only be worse if the house had collapsed around them because of the chaos. No mending spell would even come close to fixing it. "No tears okay? We'll figure things out. I'm sure that between all of us we can figure something out."
They've dealt with worse, right?
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"The blueberry pie." The words come out dry, composed and even. Looks like someone has zero compunctions when it comes to setting others up to get their skin turned blue.
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"The blueberry? You know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea! I haven't had blueberry pie since-" And she looks up. Her mouth opens and closes silently, and she's not sure whether to mention the large elephant in the room. "Do you- uh? Your- your skin's blue?"
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Let's just continue like she didn't just ask a stupid question. "Have you tried it? The blueberry pie, I mean. Is it good?"
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To be honest, he half-expects her to follow that up with 'is that why your skin is blue?' If it happens, it happens. If not, well... he's going to see how naive and gullible she winds up being. It's not like blue skin is harmful, so it's just a minor troll.
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She makes a mental note to try some of the other pies later - there's plenty of time left in the day. "You want to try it again? I don't think your skin could get any bluer."
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"Someone said the food around here's weird but the effects are temporary."
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She's normally content to continue, but this time she noticed his hand. "Did you get hurt? I can look at it if you want? I'm... I'm a bit of a healer where I come from." A bit of a healer? Understatement of the year. If it weren't for her all of her friends would be dead.
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"No. I'm not hurt. I wear 'em cos I feel like it." For very good reasons that he won't divulge to a complete stranger.
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