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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 |
Beauregard Lionett | Critical Role
If they still had the boat, Beau would’ve been pretty sure she’d fallen off it.
She’d never fallen off the boat before (and it was long gone), but it was the first thing her brain could come up with, being washed up on a shore like this with absolutely zero memory of anything that had preceded it, at least not immediately.
Her head throbbed--no worse than any other hangover she’d ever had--but she got to her unsteady feet and brushed herself off as best she could, trying to find something with which to tie her hair up just in time to get rushed by automatons. Oh no. Oh fuck no. “No, hey, stop--fucking--haven’t you bitches learned the Henry Crabgrass rules?” she managed to wrestle a towel away from one of them without too much fuss, giving it a firm kick to let it (and the others) know that she was not fucking interested.
Once she had a towel, she could take the time to get her bearings--if she had any inkling of where the fuck she was. This didn't look like any place she'd ever been, and that was...a problem. How did she possibly get this fucked up with poison immunity? And where the fuck was everyone else?
Well, there was nothing she could do about it now. Choosing a random direction, she pointed herself toward the nearby wooded area and hoped for the best, or at the very least, a familiar face.
02: Acute Beef Poisoning
There had been very little by way of actual bearings-getting since washing up, but stumbling upon a carnival was kind of the same thing, right? And Beau was never one to turn down a little bit of fun. Even if everything here was a little weird.
She checked everything out, enjoying the sights, and when she stumbled upon an eating contest, well…
Beau was a very competitive person. It was hard to say no to that. It was run, regrettably, by automatons, whom she still didn’t really trust, but she still sat down at the table and made her selection (cherry), cracking her knuckles and getting ready to eat. “I hope you’re prepared to get your ass kicked by my dope monk shit,” she said to the person sitting next to her.
03: Wildcard
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Beau! You're back!
[ After she had disappeared a while ago, Molly had been worried he would never see her again. Unfortunately that also meant that he thinks she knows that it's him and not Lucien or whatever.
Instead he's running over to her, intending to clap her shoulder in a fond greeting. ]
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This really is just gonna keep getting fuckin weirder forever, isn't it?
Maybe she's dead. That would explain a lot of things, actually, although she'd always imagined that it would be, you know, more pleasant to die. Although...well.
The thing is that this...sounds and looks like Molly. There were differences between the Molly they'd known and the... thing he'd become.
But she's afraid to trust it.]
I...have never...been to this place in my entire...Molly??
[she holds up her hands to stop him]
Don't touch me.
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It's me. Molly. Not him. I... you really do not remember being here?
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...and so she does. She drops her hands, her shoulders relaxing, and reaches out to him.]
I don't remember shit, Molly.
[she suddenly feels like she's going to either vomit or cry. Sheer force of will it, Beau. She sits down in the sand instead, taking deep breaths.]
I do not remember shit. I can't even get drunk anymore??
02.
"I'll take your challenge, only because your cute."
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