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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 |
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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 ..."
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"I don't mind helping you. What do you want help with?"
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He began ticking things off his fingers.
"We'll need to do research on what this place is, what the robots are, what the Augur is. How sexual energy makes items appear. Maybe monitor the island to see it while it's created. When things on this island are restored, if there's a draw on the energy produced. Any side effects on people here. If the Augur tries to encourage people, how do they do that? Maybe research into the simulations itself ..."
Realizing how that all might sound, Ienzo blushed again. "I'm not saying ... I don't mean ... it's. You probably don't want to be a guinea pig and - I'm suggesting monitoring other people."
And realized how that sounded and actually waved his hands in a no. "And I don't mean watching random people have sex! I meant remotely, if ..."
Ienzo rubbed a hand over his face.
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"I didn't mind it." Demyx admitted. "The simulation thing. I think they record them too, if you do want to watch someone."
He was just putting that out there.
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He knew he tended to get wrapped up in things - he wasn't good at people-watching and blending in like Demyx would.
Ienzo blushed more and blurted out, not really meaning to, "You sound like you're volunteering for me to watch you."
Again flailing slightly, "Which obviously you're not?"
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"It's not that bad. The sex stuff. At least it's kinda fun." Unlike constantly fighting for a weirdo.
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Considering all that they'd both done for the Organization, before Zexion was killed and Ienzo awoke as himself again, well. He could see that. On the balance, all of this was better than manipulating people and destroying worlds and having countless people die or become Heartless or other Nobodies.
... Oh-so-cheerful, that thought. He rubbed the back of his neck again.
"I know compared to anyone who's gotten used to this place, I'm being weird and prudish," Ienzo recognized. "If this is just how things are here, then, I doubt anyone sees it as a big deal. They'd come up to anyone and tell them what they want and need, and the Augur will reward them for it. What have you gotten from them?"
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He shook his head. "I don't think you are, I've talked to some people who are kinda uncomfortable about the whole thing. I don't really care." Then again, he didn't have a heart either so whether that contributed, who knew?
"Uhhh, haven't gotten anything yet." Demyx admitted sheepishly. "I haven't turned anything in and asked."
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And Ienzo didn't really want to explain more than that, remembering his awkward, previous attempts in this area as Zexion. If it'd all be like that, he wasn't very certain it would be 'fun'. But he was a different person, then, perhaps the parameters might be different enough? Another kind of experiment, maybe.
Demyx's admission made Ienzo blink. "Why haven't you?"
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"Wasn't really a priority, I don't know what to ask for."
Demyx didn't really need anything. He had his sitar and he was good.
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Oh, he really felt like he had egg on his face now, blushing deeply again. He felt the need to explain himself, "... More personal kinds of experiments. It sounds ridiculous, I know."
The first thing Ienzo could think to ask for was, "Do you have somewhere to live?"
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He was really inept at technology, but in his defense, he came from a world that didn't have much of it. Maybe. He didn't remember.
"Uh, I mean, I'm around. There's some run down places that you can sneak into though if you want."
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In fact, some days, it felt like his entire job was reminding certain people how to use their Gummiphones.
He frowned. "You're just squatting in abandoned places?" Unbidden, he felt an impulse to say, with a bit of stern force, "You need to ask for a home, Demyx. A good one, where you can actually rest, where you'll be safe."
It was like he was ordering him to.
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If Demyx ever got another friend or work contact, he might be in trouble.
"I mean, yeah? I didn't want to stay in a weird church, that was a choice I guess..."
That tone. He barely suppressed a shiver. That tone of voice did things for him, but he was going to avoid mentioning that.
"A home, huh." He shrugged a little bit. He wanted to be flippant and say he wasn't worried about his safety.
When he opened his mouth, what came out instead was, "Nowhere is safe."
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Ienzo winced, hearing how he sounded aloud. He's not certain what came over him. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I said it like that."
But then Demyx told Ienzo how he felt, how he actually felt about it - and Ienzo stopped his apologizes, his orders, all of it. It's ... a reminder about how he felt, after waking up as Ienzo for the first time in years and years. He'd spent so much time as ...
He swallowed. "I know how you feel. And if we're able to get trapped here, then ... other people can, too."
Sobering a little, he peeked at Demyx through his bangs. Not able to help himself, though he sounded less stern this time, "That doesn't mean you should neglect your needs - it's not all or nothing, Demyx. You deserve to take care of yourself. You might not feel safe even with a locked door and a real bed - but you'll still benefit from it. Got it?"
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There were a lot of people who had him on their shit list. More than there should be. He felt torn between two teams. Sure, he'd done that to himself, but someone showing up who wanted to hurt him was a possibility he didn't like. Not to mention the recusant's sigil that still permeated his name and tagged him to Xehanort.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Demyx said with a sheepish smile.
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That's why it was critical here, in a new place with new problems, to find answers. And, why Ienzo didn't fault Demyx for just trying not to think about it at all. If the both of them were kidnapped - probably anyone could show up. And they didn't have a way to prevent that yet, did they?
"Good," Ienzo sighed a little, rubbed the back of his head. "I think I got a little forceful there, that's not like me. Probably the stress of this place creeping up on me, maybe."
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He found that was true, he didn't mind being bossed around a little bit, as long as it wasn't by some crazy maniacal person.
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That time, he didn’t notice anything odd with what he was saying. He continued, “Especially as we start to do research here, I want you to help me out but - you’re not obligated to. You need to tell me if any of my requests aren’t okay.”
He’s not certain what he would ask that’d make Demyx uncomfortable, frankly. It’s not as if he’d be asking him about, well, personal experiments. Right? Though - blushing - Ienzo belatedly realized he was kind of making it sound like he was going to do exactly that …
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With the subject at hand he shrugged. "I was probably going to have sex either way. It's fun you know."
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But his lips spoke these words as an order; "Show me."
And then he looked mortified, blushing. "Ah, that is ..."
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"Okay. I mean. I can, definitely do that."
He couldn't think of a reason why not.
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