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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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Right to the point, aren’t you? [She curls a hand in front of her mouth, she’s quite familiar with these serious types.]
There’s no point to drawing it out. This is known as the nameless island – which you’d think we’d have picked out a name by now, hm? [She talks breezily,] It’s controlled by the robots. The rest of us are their esteemed guests, whether we desired to come here or not.
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You're saying the droids control everything?
[ Eyeing the one making itself useful with the palm frond (it doesn't seem particularly clever, but?) he gets to his feet and discovers he towers over the woman, although he looks shabby by comparison. His right knee feels better than it did on Exegol and the wound on his shoulder has been healed, so without those injuries and having been freshly washed in the ocean he just has holes here and there in his clothing.
If she had holes in her clothing it would be all string, but that's neither here nor there.
Looking around for anything that hints at civilisation, his attention rests back on the pink-haired woman. ]
They can't be doing a very good job if people are getting dumped in the sea, here. You called us guests, but also that no one wants to come here?
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[Now that he’s standing she can get a better look at him. Tall. Not so much physically imposing although the intensity of his stare and voice might be considered intimidating to someone less personally dominating herself.]
Now it is my turn for a question, what kind of world do you come from?
[Her question is asked with genuine curiosity. It was one of her favorite parts about meeting the newcomers. Striding closer, she pokes a curious finger into one of the torn holes. His clothes are finely made, so they were a curiosity, and looking closer it looks like he has no obvious bleeding wounds that he’s hiding.]
You don’t look like much of a warrior. Do you use magic, hm?
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A small smile curls at the corner of his lips, more of an indent than anything. ]
I don't.
[ Technically not a lie. He can't even sense the Force right now and it isn't magic, even when he can. ]
I lived on ships, no particular planet. My name is ... Ben.
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Ben. [His name is so short, a staccato note, to go with the rest of his sharp demeanor, although she can’t help but draw it out.] My name is Aphrodite – that must be a mouthful for you dear.
[A hand waves the palm-laden augur robot over to share some of the shade with him. She’s much better dressed for the weather, her skin already turned dusky and warm from being out in the sun.]
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[ He can blame it on his arrival, it's enough to prove overwhelming on its own. He keeps an eye on the droid as it moves closer even though it appears to be harmless. ]
Aphrodite. [ He says it just to prove he can when teased. ] Are you the resident beach-comber for strays, then? How often are people kidnapped?
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It’s only a coincidence, although- [She smiles ruefully as she gestures up, farther inland, up to a hill that overlooks the beach where Ben washed ashore, where a large temple could be seen, pink banners fluttering in the warm breeze.] It doesn’t often miss my notice when new people arrive.
[That is, unless she’s busying herself elsewhere on the island. Which is often.]
Would you like to get out of the sun for a time? I’d be happy to answer any of your questions, but you look a little warm, dear. I’d rather not have you keeling over in the heat.
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[ Used to bolstering any weariness with the Force, he stumbles without it there and quickly catches his balance out of alarm. Shit. With no hope convincing her of his words (now it looks like he has heat-stroke like a real idiot), he swallows dryly and gives her home on the hill another glance. ]
On second-thought, I appreciate your generosity and would be ... happy to see your castle close up.
[ All solemn manners and no joy. ]
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So you fancy yourself a sailor...? [She makes conversation as she walks,] I've never seen one with garb like yours before.
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To be a sailor, sure. ]
I was wearing more but I had to take it off, I was on my way somewhere.
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Of course there's the topless statue of herself, too.]
Somewhere. [She shoots him a rueful look over her shoulder. It's obvious he's being cagey with her but then again, would any location name matter if he's from a different world? She drops it.]
To answer your query from before: We have people like you wash up once every month or so. If I was the type to keep a calendar I would venture to say that the Augur run on a schedule.
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He picks a leaf off as they pass, seeking out the disconnect as it happens and feeling nothing from the tree. It's awful, like being smothered. How do people live like this? The leaf is flicked away as they come to the statue and he wonders what kind of ruler Aphrodite is (besides clearly hedonistic). She has status on this island, kidnapped though she may be. He could benefit from that ... if only he could read her thoughts. ]
Is the Augur the lead droid?
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Is Droid your word for robot?
[both equally foreign to her but she's grown used to the common lingo that the general population use here. ]
The Augur is the term that the people here use to refer to the beings that keep us here. The metal servants are part of the whole.