TDM 014: A DAY AT THE FAIR

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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. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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

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[freshtilapia]

"H-hello?" Cinnis waves at the... bird? Man? Bird Man? They've met another bird man on their travels, but not... well... this one is handsome for one! The last bird they met happened to be more like an old man.

"Is it alright for me to be here? Should I hop out?"

[dextrae]

The rather large hawk trills a bit loudly, but it's not a hostile motion. Adjusting it's wings, it scoots over, the grass blades poking into his wings a little more, and he tries to preen them out.
Frustrated, he takes a step forward to beat his wings, and with a blink---he's no longer a bird, but a gentleman.

"This---stupid hay bale, I'm going to be itching for a week." he mutters. "Yeah, up here's fine, there's plenty of room."

[freshtilapia]

Cinnis couldn't help but laugh a bit at that, kind of amused.

"How did you end up here in the first place?" They swing in, getting right into the cart with the man-- maybe a bit too close. But that's just by accident and the luck of their acrobatics.

[dextrae]

"Same as you, I'd wager. Just...woke up on the beach. As for the hay bale...." he trails off, sulking.

"I must've fallen in flight. Since I got here, almost any magic I've have hasn't been fucking working right..." he mutters, looking awfully frustrated with himself. But, this person's amusement is enough to make him sigh, and rethink his approach.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to be so abrasive, but. Just feels like I have a whole farm in my trousers now, and it's the most uncomfortable thing---" he shifts, near constantly, just trying to find an okay spot to settle.

[freshtilapia]

"A whole farm in your trousers? Darling, have you been having a fun romp in the hay before I swung in?" Cinnis raises an eyebrow at that, very amused, but also tempering it... wouldn't want to turn off a potential new friend.

"But all jokes aside... come to think of it, I haven't tried using any of my own music either."

They think for a moment and attempt to summon their Dancing Lights... but somehow, their ability to use magic seems to have been cut off.

"... well. I guess you aren't the only one now."

[dextrae]

Dorian's figurative feathers ruffle at the joke---but he knows, overall, it's meant to be harmless. Sighing deeply, he shakes his head.

"I guess not. Which, would be all well and fine but. I'm without a longbow, any of my tools. Everything, gone." Instinctively, his hand catches the ribbon in his own hair, and since it does, he takes it out to tie it back with an adjustment. It's fluid, almost like it's not meant to be a safety blanket or something. "And if I can't shift, either, then. I'm not getting anywhere fast for a while...."

He fidgets a little more before continuing.

"What about you? Obviously no magic, right, but you're clearly not from where I am, where are you from?"

[freshtilapia]

Cinnis takes a moment to look him over, curious to what kind of person he is. They pretty much assume he's probably some kind of hunter... but they can pry more later, maybe.

"Where am I from? Well, darling... I was born and grew up in a seaside merfolk tribe. Like most other merfolk. The name is probably nothing notable on any map... at least that's how it's been in the places I've traveled to so far. What about you?"

[dextrae]

"Merfolk." he repeats, turning that information over in his mind. "Interesting." Another beat passes as he gives the strange person a critical once over---likely just to determine if they were going to be a problem in the future or not. Not likely.

"About the same in description; nothing notable on any map. But dense forest, in the Empire of Vilcea, or, rather. Near it. You can't rule the wild." he informs proudly, sitting back on the bale (as itchy as it is, he's doing his best.)

"You must've just gotten here too then. Sorry to hear it. I'm sure someone must miss you back home."

[freshtilapia]

They chuckle at his words. He does have a point. The wild can’t be tamed. They might be invading his personal space a bit now, sitting beside him on the hay. They also shrug their shoulders and scoff at the idea that someone must miss them.

“Oh, no one does, sweetheart. I’ve been by myself for a very long time now. No family. No lover. Just maybe a series of clients and one night stands, but me? Missed? Never.”

Despite how they make fun of themselves, they offer a kind look to the man. “I take that you were torn away from someone you held dear back home?”

[dextrae]

He wouldn't really mind the encroaching of space; having wolf pups for siblings would do that to you. Make all personal space disappear.

Dorian cocks his head to the side though, inquisitive. "Really?" he asks sincerely. "Hmm. You give me the impression of someone who had plenty of loved ones. You seem so casually----err, talkative. Not that that's a bad thing."

At their next question, he fidgets, and looks down towards his boots for a long second. "Mm. A partner." A beat, he opens to say something else, then stops, and quiets.

[freshtilapia]

Cinnis only chuckles at his assumption as they reach to touch his hand lightly upon hearing that he has a partner back home.

“It must be a lot to be away from them. I’m sorry.”

[dextrae]

"I, uh. Thank you." he says graciously, nodding, but still unable to make eye contact.

"They said time doesn't move while I'm here, so. I'm not too worried, but...we're expecting twins, in the winter. It's hard to not...think about them." he murmurs, shaking his head.

"Nothing to be sorry for. I'll get home. Eventually. If I have to bend planes, I will."

[freshtilapia]

“I can imagine…”

Fish is quiet, it kind of sinking in that there must be a lot on his mind since coming here. Or something. There isn’t much for them to offer coming from a completely different background.

“I heard that whatever those bracelets have… they could help. I met someone who said their powers were locked behind it.”

They’re a bit hesitant to bring it up. They wouldn’t want to be bold towards a married man.

[dextrae]

He looks it over on his wrist with a frown. "Mm." he nods, in affirmation. "Something like that. I...haven't looked too far into it, honestly." he admits with a slight sheepishness.

"Something to do with sleeping with each other, which. Honestly. Baffles me. But I suppose I've seen stranger magic." he confesses. "Whatever you could tell me about it would be fantastic---I'm afraid I was a bit....er. Heated. When they gave me the run down."

[freshtilapia]

“Honestly, me neither,” they respond with a laugh. “All I know is that apparently if you mark off acts in a row or something, it… grants you a reward. Probably powers back for you and I.”

They rest their back against the wall of the cart, sighing as they looked him over. “If you need any help, I wouldn’t mind offering. You’re plenty cute and I don’t really have much to care for.”

[dextrae]

Dorian blinks for a moment, making sure he heard correctly before he puts his hands up in slight protest.

"I mean---well, okay, thank you, but---" is....he flustered? This stoic looking, hawk dude? Flustered?

"That's really, very kind of you, I just, uh---" he stammers, before he sticks his hand out. "First things first, before even thinking about that, my name's Dorian."

[freshtilapia]

They look at this man with surprise. Here they thought he was so composed and all… and suddenly he’s flustered?

But the surprise gives way to a laugh and Cinnis shakes his hand. “Cinnis. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”