TDM 014: A DAY AT THE FAIR

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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. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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): 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. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● 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

Comments

[freshtilapia]

"Not much to escape from when you have nothing in the first place, you know," they look back over at him.

"And that's a very generous offer to extend to someone you've only met."

[halforc]

"You seem nice. Unless you eat sailors, in which case," he pulls a mock-offended look, "we'll have some problems ..."

[freshtilapia]

"Well, I don't eat sailors... not... in the way most think of, at least," Cinnis smirked a bit of that, poking their tongue into their cheek and wiggling their eyebrows a bit like the cheeky thing they were.

[halforc]

"... I really need to introduce you to Molly, for better or worse. I think you'll like him."

This is his main take-away from this encounter, questioning his own (low) wisdom but knowing it could be a good friendship from sheer instinct.

[freshtilapia]

"Molly... ah. You mean the purple tiefling? I have met him. And come to think of it, I suppose I had heard your name mentioned, though he didn't tell me much of you."

They look at him thoughtfully.

"He seemed to prefer calling me by my nickname than my real name."

[halforc]

Oh, so they've met! Fjord is ... utterly unsurprised that Mollymauk zeroed in on someone as colourful as Cinnis.

"What's your nickname?"

It's going to be great, he can tell.

[freshtilapia]

They laugh.

"It's Fish."

Their nose scrunches up a bit at it, thinking fondly of it but... it isn't the most pleasant name, now that they kind of know how to value themselves more than just a piece of meat for sailors to enjoy.

[halforc]

To his credit, he manages to almost keep a straight-face.

"I suppose if you're always around folks who enjoy their seafood ..."

[freshtilapia]

Cinnis absolutely rolls their eyes at that quip.

"More like, it's the first thing they think of with me being a rare sort to see in their ship or tavern."

[halforc]

"You remind me more of a merrow than a fish, the latter seems to oversimplify you a bit."

Or a lot.

[freshtilapia]

"Oh oceans, please don't compare me to a merrow though. They're ugly as a sea cucumber-- probably just as slimy, too," they grimaced.

[halforc]

"But in size, I mean." He nudges them with his elbow. "Could have been worse, I saw a sea-witch once."

[freshtilapia]

“And you’d compare me to one of them, too?” Cinnis whined. “At least when you say “Fish”, you can still imagine something elegant and colorful! Nothing like a merrow or a sea witch.”

[halforc]

"The only fish I usually pay attention to are the ones on the paper I eat."

It's hard to contain his laughter, smiling at Cinnis.

"I like your real name just fine, for the record. Molly likes to have fun and play games, that's all."

[freshtilapia]

Cinnis rolls their eyes again at that quip about fish.

"Glad to know you're good with my name then. Nothing notable about it."

[halforc]

"It's pretty, like you. That's what makes it memorable."

His smile remains as he lies back in the haybales, arms crossed under his head.

"Sorry if that's shallow, we don't know each other very well. Yet."

[freshtilapia]

“Is that an invitation to get to know each other better, Fjord?” Cinnis raises an eyebrow at the half-orc relaxing on the hay. They’ve heard of the whole deal with the card from Molly, but they hadn’t really adjusted to the feel of the whole island yet, despite usually being such a loose fish back home.

[halforc]

"It's not not an invitation," he says with a wink. The rest of the wagon ride is sure to be interesting.

[freshtilapia]

The merfolk grins then and moves closer, keeping steady even as the cart jolts and bounces on semi-rough terrain.

“Well, I’m not not going to accept if you’re inviting,” with a smirk, they gingerly touch the buttons on Fjord’s henley—-their fingers very light.