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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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Eyes widening at the sudden Beau-like arrival of a stranger straight-up leaping into the back of the cart, he holds up a hand out of instinct and lets it drop slightly as he takes in the oddly marine-look of them.

"Sure? ... Hi."

Reclining in the hay, Fjord has dressed down for the day while the sunshine is out in an unbuttoned henley over worn trousers and tall boots. The oddly translucent look of the harem pants the stranger wears look much more breezy.

"Are you with the fair?"

"N-no..." They can't help but stammer a bit at the sight of such a handsome stranger inside the cart. Wow. Their luck with these hay rides keeps getting better and better. They swing in, but not as brashly as they did in earlier rides.

"I just arrived in this place," they chuckle. "I'm just exploring about. But I could pass for someone with the fair, couldn't I?"

"You could, you're very colourful. I know someone who worked with a circus and you could both share a wardrobe."

Smiling kindly, albeit a bit shy, he sits up and rests an arm on a bent knee to better settle in for the ride now he has company. His eyes rove them, the odd fin-shaped ears and things on their shoulders, but his manners take over before he can ask What are you? That would be rude and they seem ... okay. Pleasant enough not to want to piss off, since the cart is being shared and Fjord didn't plan on getting out any time soon.

"We're being taken out of the City and around the countryside. Are you sure you don't want to go to the fair instead? It's not going to be that interesting."

Cinnis couldn't help but laugh at that, the sound hearty and just full of unbridled life. They didn't seem like the type to be very quiet.

"Well, I had been told a couple of times over my journeys that I could have joined a circus. But I wanted to follow my own path," they wink.

"Honestly, I've been at the fair... found some food I couldn't eat... met some folk on these hay rides as well. I don't know what I can do in a place like this... but if I can have a cute countryside ride with a cute half-orc like you? Why not."

Bold, he thinks, smile widening as he blushes a little and rubs the back of his neck.

"What, uh. What food couldn't you eat?"

That seems the safest question for now, soaking them up with his eyes since apparently he isn't going to offend them if he does.

With that widening smile and a bit of a blush, Cinnis feels a nice opportunity coming upon them. They settle on the hay close to the half-orc, some nice conversation would be best for now.

"Meat, darling. I only eat things from the ground and the sea. Somehow, though I can eat it... animal meat does make me feel ill. It's a merfolk thing," they shrug.

And since his eyes are on them, they lounge on the hay, just casually making a little show of them.

"You are merfolk, then. I thought, I mean," their weight at his side is distracting, as is just about everything about them, "you look like you might be, I didn't want to presume."

He's never seen a realass mermaid! Only those mean motherfuckers that he had to fight with Molly and the Nein, over a year ago. The person next to him doesn't look half as vicious as those things, though.

"I know someone who makes vegetarian food, if you need to stock up."

Just casually pimping out Caduceus's cooking skills in order to make a new ... friend.

"Oh! Do you now?" They sit up with a jolt, forgetting for now that it would be cute to flirt with the half-orc. With how they know very little about the world they're in, they were feeling pretty desperate for someone who'd help them with getting the right food for them.

Wow, that reaction. He knows it himself, he gets hangry easily.

"You must be really hungry. Here,"

Rooting around in the Bag of Holding to the side, he pulls out some black moss and mushroom sandwiches wrapped in a napkin and offers them over. Made extra chunky, because Caduceus is a dear.

"Help yourself."

Cinnis looks with disbelief at the chunky sandwich presented before them. Not only was this man cute... he had food too?? How could they be granted so much luck in a single meeting??

"O-oh... thank you so much. By the Oceans..." they take a bite of it and realizing that nothing in it was causing a bad reaction for them, they start to tear up.

"This... this is really good..." They try to keep their tearing up discreet.

His expression softens from amusement as they greedily tear in and he finds a bottle of juice in the bag, offering that over too so they don't choke.

"Tell you what, you come back to my house and I'll see you're stocked up on enough food for the week, at least. How about it? You're ... clearly new to the island."

Having not settled in and found a solid food source is a big clue, as is the fact Fjord is convinced he would have remembered seeing them around.

"I... that's terribly generous of you..." Cinnis remarked as soon as they've got a mouthful of sandwich down their throat. It was the first time in days they found something more substantial than just raw vegetables. They weren't very handy at cooking for themselves, very reliant on the kindness and expertise of others. So, this really meant a lot to them.

"I'd... I'd absolutely appreciate it."

"Don't mention it. My name is Fjord, by the way."

He holds out a hand to be shaken, if that's their thing.

"Cinnis," the merfolk smiles as they take that offered hand to shake. Fjord would notice how their skin didn't feel like most other humanoids. It was soft and strangely smooth, as if it was meant to be always slippery.

"It's a pleasure to meet someone as handsome as they're kind."

"Hi, Cinnis."

That hand does feel ... odd. Not unpleasantly, but very merfolk-y and what he expected, on some level.

"Flattery will get you an invite to the house for dinner, if you carry on."

"Ooh, is that an invitation for me to keep going?" Cinnis flutters their eyelashes at Fjord, not letting go of his hand yet-- unless he'd like to withdraw his.

"Because I can if you let me, and I have quite a lot to say about what I see before me so far."

"I'll bet you do."

The cart gives a jostle and he steadies himself with a hand on their knee, shunted into their space.

"But, really ..." He straightens up. "You can have whatever you need, our house is large and our friends are many. You needn't barter ... anything," said with a demure but pointed look, "for what we will give freely."

Cinnis’ heart skips a beat when for a moment, Fjord is on them, hand on their knee and their bodies very close. Shit, had they gone too long without getting dicked down? But then again, he was very much Cinnis’ type with his thick body and masculine look.

They compose themselves, and chuckle at that pointed look.

“Sounds like you’re a very fortunate bunch on this island.”

"No, not really. We've built everything through favours with the Augur, a lot of ... pain went into the home we have here, but at least it's ours for now."

He leans back on a hay bale, arms behind his head. Cinnis gets a shrug, Fjord not wanting to get too deeply into everything while on a cart.

"That's why we need to work hard to get stronger together, it's one more reason to protect our own if the automatons here are ordered to destroy it. And, one day, we'll take the Augur down."

“I see…”

The conversation had taken a serious sort of turn, and Cinnis moves to create a little more distance, back resting against the wall of the cart.

“You all seek a way to return home?”

"We have a way home, the wizards in our party can open dimensional portals and get us back, we just need to keep them strong. If we can't open multiple portals, people can at least come back to Exandria with us and escape this hellhole."

That's what that matters.

There were something about those words that somehow made Cinnis feel uncomfortable. Not so much about this place being a hellhole. They could accept that. But the idea that people are just escaping and they just got there?

Feels as if they’ll have to forge their own way again. See if they can survive or find their own way out.

They rest their head on their knees, maybe withdrawing into themselves some. “Sounds like your group has everything sorted out then.”

They avert their eyes a bit, terrible at hiding their emotions. There’s not much use making a friend if they’re just going to leave.

Fjord misinterprets their sudden cold shoulder.

"You're welcome to join us, if you need to escape too."

"Not much to escape from when you have nothing in the first place, you know," they look back over at him.

"And that's a very generous offer to extend to someone you've only met."

"You seem nice. Unless you eat sailors, in which case," he pulls a mock-offended look, "we'll have some problems ..."

00. Arrival

I. HAY FEVER

II. Acute Beef Poisoning

III. BRODEO

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