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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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00. Arrival

Washing up on a strange, unknown island with no memory of how one had gotten there? Why, that was something that happened to other, more adventurous people. Not Ienzo. He'd been in bed - or, passed out in the cot he had in his lab at Radient Garden. Regardless. It's very strange, isn't it? Ienzo pulled out his Gummiphone - his personal one was equipped with a few sensors to gather data - and began to monitor for Darkness.

A robot was trying to get his attention, and he murmured, politely, "One moment."

More robots gently tugging on his arms. "I'll be with you momentarily."

This was, of course, how Ienzo was lifted and carried off to the spa, clothes and equipment stripped, dunked unceremoniously into the public bath. He'd be quite the sight to see, long bangs now bedraggled and dripping in front of his face.

Or he might be spotted wandering around in a towel later looking for his clothes - distracted just for a moment by the murals. His eyes were a little wide. "Ah ... so, that's, well ... interesting."

I. Hay Fever

When in doubt, do as the locals did. Which included grabbing a haycart and heading toward the fairgrounds, apparently. Ienzo could think of no better place to figure out more information from the people around here. Where else might they gather, but the fair?

He noticed the flashing, and poked absently at his device, a thoughtful expression on his face. So, were these requests, usually ... influenced by the environment? Lost in thought he wouldn't really notice or mind someone else hopping onto the cart to head to the fair.

II. Acute Beef Poisoning

It seemed too warm and sticky out to go for meat pie, if you asked Ienzo. He wanted something a lot more refreshing - why not blueberry? Of course, it didn't escape his notice that the food here might be tampered with, but. The best way to get effective data was to get the information yourself.

The blue clashed terribly with his hair, in fact.

It did make him believe the pies were mostly harmless pranks, so when he wandered around with a strawberry pie later - it's without any apprehension on his part. It seemed that most of the incentives were on that stage, anyway, for a - ahem - sausage-swallowing contest. So far there didn't seem to be any takers. Ienzo needed more data about this place, but he still felt ... grateful. He still wanted to ask around to find out more about the island.

III. Library

The fair was likely a bad idea - Ienzo retreated back to his comfort zone, finding the island's library. As soon as he stepped inside, he sighed in relief, looking ... more at home. And like the weight of what'd happened so far that day fell off his shoulders.

Time to get to work.

Free pie really was a great thing.

Whether the food was doctored or not, Demyx didn't really care when he felt like having something and a slice of cherry pie was right up his alley.

Demyx was wearing black jeans, torn strategically, a purple t-shirt, a blue plaid vest and hiking boots, as well as a set of familiar accessories. He wasn't wearing his coat, but that of course, didn't mean he didn't have it.

He wasn't expecting to see someone he knew.

Ienzo was dressed up like a nerd, cravat and all, so he made a bold assumption. "Hey! Zex-er-Ienzo!" He called with a cheerful grin, easy enough to mask his trepidation.

Now, that wasn't a voice that Ienzo was expecting to hear. So far, nothing he'd seen was familiar, even from the volumes of information he'd read on other places that Keyblade masters had traveled to or come from. And without any connection that the Gummiphone had to network - he'd come to the conclusion he was completely cut off from other worlds. Isolated and alone.

It's a relief, with a single voice, to find it's not true. And Demyx might not be Even - but he was very willing to help and surprisingly cooperative to work hard towards a goal. Ienzo always privately speculated it's because Demyx was much more willing to help someone who wasn't an evil, deranged, and long-winded egotistical maniac.

Turning, his smile broadcasted his relief. "Hello, Demyx. I'm glad to see you."

"Really?" He blinked in surprised but chuckled and shrugged it off.

"Yeah, uh, me too I guess. I've been here awhile, month and a half or something. Kind of a weird place. Not the worst though. No way out." He gestured with his hand before taking another bite of pie.

"A month and a half ..." Ienzo thought aloud, tilting his head a little, unknowingly gesturing with his pie as if it was a clipboard, "... and yet I last saw you a week ago."

He realized, of course, that he was holding a pie instead of data - and took a bite of it instead. Once he'd swallowed his mouthful, "So we might be cut off from anywhere else temporally as well. It's one theory. I'll need to find more information."

Of course, having worked with Demyx before - if one would call the rather closed-off way Zexion had interacted with the Organization 'working with' anyone - he knew exactly what his strengths were. Demyx had been reconnaissance. "You've tried to travel through Darkness and it didn't work, then. Does anyone here have ships that can go off-world?"

"Not that I've heard. Some of them have ships, but they can't get too far away from the city around here." Demyx said, gesturing in that direction.

"Which makes it kinda strange. Yeah, I tried the corridors." Of course he had, did Ienzo think he would just stop travelling all of a sudden?

"I can get around the island, but I can't get off of it."

"Interesting," Ienzo's brows furrowed a little beneath his bangs. Of course Demyx had - he naturally concluded that was the first thing that he'd tried, since he told him there wasn't any way out. "It's a closed loop. We're shut in - and told we have to, well, produce a certain energy for this so-called Augur."

He was slightly blushing, but maybe Demyx wouldn't comment on that. "Is that real? They're actually rebuilding the island with the energy from people doing ... those things?"

"As far as I know, but I can't really prove it." Demyx admitted with a bit of a shrug.

"I don't really know how it works aside from what the robots said which was you get the card and then you fill it. People seem to think it does, but also some people aren't doing it." Demyx hummed.

"And everything that's shown up so far is related to sex and having sex."

"I suppose," Ienzo said with the blush definitely not abating, "the only way to know for certain is to test and see the affects of generating that kind of energy."

In fact, it intensified when Demyx blatantly called out what was going on. He ducked his head slightly to hide his very red cheeks. "Yes. I figured that out. They're not exactly subtle."

Rubbing the back of his neck above his collar and cravat, Ienzo said, "It's none of my business so you don't need to tell me, or get into anything too personal, but, have you ...?"

"I guess. That sounds more like your kind of science thing." Demyx said, absolutely willing to play dumb.

"Everywhere you go is like this." Demyx offered as a piece of advice.

He tilted his head at the question. "I did in this computer simulator dream thing. Oh and I met a guy at a hotel."

Ienzo suspected that Demyx was cleverer than he let on, but he's a little too flustered at the moment to pursue that line of questioning. He only mumbled a little, "This isn't the kind of science I've ever focused on before."

"I figured that out, too," Ienzo sighed. He ... he wasn't about to ask about random hookups at the hotel. Or judge. Really! This place being as it was, well, Ienzo recognized that he would be the outlier here, embarrassed by everything. He cleared his throat, this seemed easier to ask about; "Computer simulators?"

"Yeah, like, it puts you to sleep, and it's a restful sleep and everything, but your dreams are all real and vivid." He blushed now, clearing his throat.

"And uh, can be sexual."

"Of course it is," Ienzo sighed for probably not the last time, and decided to finish off his pie. At least the food was good. They wouldn't end up starving or freezing in the streets here, it sounded like. All in all ... it's not an ideal situation, but it could be a lot worse.

Brushing off his hands a little against his coat, he offered Demyx a sheepish but grateful smile. "Thanks for filling me in. I guess there's a lot more we're going to need to find out, but I am glad you're here."

He'd noticed that flicker of surprise on Demyx's face before, after all, though he hadn't commented on it. Though, maybe he was being presumptuous ... "I'm sorry. Do you mind helping me out? I shouldn't just assume ..."

00. Arrival

I. HAY FEVER

II. Acute Beef Poisoning

III. BRODEO

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