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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 |
He's sort of learning to be slightly less of a loser... slightly
[Something he insists so easily that it might actually be a little worrisome. Just wait until you see his boyfriend's gundam, Claude.
Of course the tease, even gentle as it is, has Lorenz' face flushing and he has to fight down the urge to immediately retort with something scathing. As much as he's largely gotten over the constant shame this place tormented him with at first there's always a new wave of it when anyone from Fodlan arrives. That it's Claude only makes it that much worse.]
Yes, well. It has been nearly a year. One cannot remain so bound to the past that they cannot adapt... strange as adapting to a place like this has been.
still always a loser at heart
Seeing Lorenz's face flush with embarrassment only makes Claude's grin wider. Hands behind the back of his head, he hums a little at what the male says. If he's surprised, he doesn't show it. He's gotten wind that time here is a little weird. ]
Nearly a year, huh? You must be busy. And what has the great Lorenz Hellman Gloucester been up to in my absence? Don't spare any details, now!
[ please tell him all of your embarrassing stories, bestie. ]
He'll never live down the bowl cut
But the way he phrases it, what he's been doing in Claude's absence, makes his breath hitch just a little and he promptly looks away looking at the distant skyline as though he can stop himself from at least looking quite so affected.]
Hilda and I were getting along just fine without you. [As though they hadn't both spent the days after he'd vanished in a pit of despair, especially when Lorenz had lost another at the same time.] But... I have to admit I've not been at my best since she-
[A careful breath, definitely not sniffling. Not at all.] It seems she and Mercedes have both left us, only a couple weeks ago. I suppose that makes your timing quite ideal as she had been tending your house... in case you came back. Not that I expect you'll remember anything of the like.
[It also meant that he at least... would have one of them, even if he couldn't have both.]
we all have our sins lorenz, it's ok
[ Claude listens to Lorenz, silent as the other goes through his explanation of recent events. So, Hilda was here, but no longer anymore. That's a shame; he would have liked to see her here! After all, the three of them did come in a throuple. They were Claude's righthand men.
A gentle hand is placed on Lorenz's shoulder, comforting and warm. A soft squeeze, as if to tell him things would be alright without using words. Sometimes, words just aren't needed. ]
If she ever comes back and remembers anything, I'll be sure to thank her. I may not remember my time here, but... I'm still grateful, for everything you two might have done for me here. You know I'd do the same for you guys, too.
[ That's what friends are for, right? He takes his hand back, the smile right back on his face. ] At the very least, you have me! I'll try not to grey your hairs more than I usually do, as a compromise to keeping you company.
he has *so* many more sins now
Not that I think it would be particularly unfashionable but, yes, I would appreciate you not adding too much to my worries. It's difficult enough keeping track of everyone else.
[The faintest little hint of a smirk.]
If you'd like I can update you on the.... rather scandalous goings on of the island~ [Gossip? Please let him gossip. Claude you know you want the gossip about everyone.]