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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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"I can help you figure out how to submit your requests," Ienzo easily offered. "I'll need to figure it out for myself, too. If I'm actually going to run experiments about ..."

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?"

"I guess. You can see it on this bracelet...thing." Demyx held up his wrist. "I always ask the robots to show me, I don't get the whole button thing."

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."

Ienzo told him again, "I can show you next time. You know I'm always willing to help teach people how to use things like this."

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.

"Yeah, okay, if you want." In his defense, he knew how to use his gummiphone. He could open it up and push the button that said Ienzo to call him.

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."

That wasn't quite knowing how to use the Gummiphone, Demyx. Still, not being able to know what he was thinking, Ienzo nodded a little, saying once more, "I'm happy to help you out."

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?"

"I'm trying not to think about it." Demyx told Ienzo just as honestly. He didn't want to consider what would happen if someone showed up he definitely wasn't ready for, nor did he want them to.

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.

And dwelling on what could happen never helped - not if you couldn't fix it. Or research, research, and plan, so that if things happened, you could fix it. Ienzo didn't like feeling as hopeless as Zexion, didn't like the idea he could do nothing. Researching to help Sora, to help Roxas and Namine, to even help Demyx ... that's how Ienzo had coped.

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."

"Don't worry about it, really." Demyx said with a wave of his hand. "I don't really mind."

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.

“Still,” Ienzo said, and unwittingly gave another order, though again less stern than before, “if I ever make you uncomfortable I’d prefer you telling me, Demyx.”

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 …

"Yeah, no problem, but I don't think you've ever done that." Demyx told him easily, because it was true.

With the subject at hand he shrugged. "I was probably going to have sex either way. It's fun you know."

"Is it?" Ienzo found himself asking, and then - he had to blush again. Blushed hard enough his ears turned pink. "I mean. Logically, of course, most people would find it fun. Of course."

"Uh, I mean, so far...far as I know." Demyx responded, although he wasn't really sure he should divulge what he'd been getting up to, it was a little embarrassing.

Ienzo hadn't meant to. It's just a blip in his mind - it'd be nice to be shown perhaps what it was like with someone he could reasonably trust.

But his lips spoke these words as an order; "Show me."

And then he looked mortified, blushing. "Ah, that is ..."

He was a little wide-eyed with surprise.

"Okay. I mean. I can, definitely do that."

He couldn't think of a reason why not.

Embarrassed, Ienzo looked down. Why the hell did he say - "You don't have to. I don't know why I keep saying these things like they're orders - it's really strange -"

"It's a little weird, but it's pretty fine. Maybe it's something you had. Food and stuff does weird things here." Demyx commented.

"You really don't mind it?" Ienzo asked, and he still felt embarrassed - he could feel the heat on his face - but he still looked up at Demyx.

He sighed. "After seeing - I haven't even been here for a day - but I've seen the spa, and this carnival, and even that haywagon ... I feel like I don't have a choice - I've got to get used to this place. That much is ... really me, I promise. This thing with the orders, well, I guess ... it's just another element to this experiment, I suppose. It's an odd side effect ..."

"Not really." Demyx responded, but then again, he was a Nobody and his feelings didn't really work like other people's.

"It's a really weird place and everywhere you go it's about sex, pretty much."

"I've noticed," Ienzo says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, and then - he straightened his back.

It's probably not much, but - Demyx was the only person he knew here, it seemed. He trusted him enough to work with him - respected him because he helped them, at risk to himself. Ienzo even doubted the excuse it was only because Demyx had been ignored. If the Nobody really wanted to, he could've simply ran.

He helped them instead.

And, this, really, was just ... work, in a way, right? Research.

"I'll take you up on your offer, then," Ienzo said, trying to be matter-of-fact about it. Which was ruined a little when he said. "Er. I suppose, we should ... look at our lists?"

"Yeah, probably." He at least, knew how to do this part, poking around on his wristband to make the bingo card come up.

"Here we go. Right here. That's mine anyway." He hadn't really accomplished that much, he wasn't even devoted to sex, he thought it was fun though.

Ienzo had played around with his wristband a little already, so it was a quick manner of taps before he displayed his list. It's ... still a bit embarrassing, but, Demyx' attitude was actually a huge deal. He was clearly laid-back about it all, but at the same time ... he wasn't treating Ienzo like a weirdo for finding this awkward.

Immediately, he saw one square that they shared given its exact wording, but ... Ienzo's ears turned red. 'Multiple orgasms' seemed a little ambitious.

"Here, if I'm acting a lot bossier than usual," Ienzo suggested, "I've got this 'Obedience' square. That has to work if you're being obedient, I'm assuming?"

"That's how it works, yeah, and look I have domination and submission." He grinned.

"Guess I'll just have to behave then." He chuckled lightly and shrugged. "I can do that."

He wasn't terribly worried about what Ienzo might ask him to do, not in the least.

"You're very happy to follow instructions when motivated, I've noticed," Ienzo agreed a little sheepishly, shyly. Domination and submission? He had only a very fuzzy idea about what that'd really involve, honestly.

Still, out of his mouth came the words, "Come with me."

He wasn't sure where they should head to. Maybe there was a hotel? In his usual, softer tone, he asked, "Have you done anything like that before?"

Demyx was all too eager to follow Ienzo's strongly worded suggestion and he fell into step easily enough.

Apparently this was a way he could be motivated.

"Sex in general? Or like, submitting to someone?" He asked. "Yes to both." He quirked a smile.

"Had a guy blindfold me, and also we had these computer dream simulation things? That one got a little weird."

"Submitting to someone," Ienzo clarified with a blush. But, hm, at least one of them knew what they were doing. Still, Demyx unintentionally but effectively distracted him from his embarrassment.

"Computer simulations?" Ienzo asked. "How elaborate are they? Are they entire worlds that are constructed, like the one built for Twilight Town, or are the more rudimentary like most of the applications on our bracelets?"

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