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TDM 015: IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PARADISE
| TDM 015: IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PARADISE |
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. Beach Episode Welcome to your beautiful and sunny island paradise, Erku! ...wait, it's sunny? That's right! For about two weeks, the Island will enjoy unusually warm and clear weather, just perfect for enjoying the cool waters of the beach. Don't swim out too far, however, lest you stray into hazardous choppy waters or get lost in the fog that still lingers beyond the peaceful cove. Just stay close, and you're golden! Once again, friendly robots have erected beachside food stalls for grilling fish and crabs, and encourage any enterprising Islanders to help hawk foods for credits. If gutting and cleaning fish isn't your forte, however, never fear. The robots are recruiting for a very important task! You see, they have very thoughtfully set up swimming and snorkeling lessons for any Islanders who are doubting their skills at staying afloat, or who just want to have some fun in the waves. There is only one complication: the robots are too heavy to swim. Enter, you! Earn credits by instructing your fellow Islanders in the marvels of the ocean. Not just swimming and snorkeling, but also fishing, clam digging, and sand castle art - among other things - are valuable skills you can sell. II. Sand Sport For the more competitive sort, the robots of Erku are happy to share a bit of culture from the planet's ancient past: wet sand wrestling! Volunteers (or any innocent Islander roped off the beach by an enthusiastic 'bot) don their skimpiest swimwear and duke it out for dominance in the wet sand by trying to throw their opponent outside of a ring. Knock-outs count as an automatic lose, so be careful! Oh, and no worries if you aren't particularly strong. Before the match, competitors are offered a a special drink - simply named "The Creamy" - an ancient recipe which is said to temporarily increase your strength and vitality. One shot of this, and anyone could take on Goliath! (And not just in a fight.) By the way… those who lose the competition are mysteriously compelled to accompany the victor for the day, waiting on them hand and foot, anticipating and fulfilling their needs before they are spoken. Did the 'bots forget to mention that? III. Graciously Given Gifts While swimming in the nude is completely acceptable on the Island, the robots know that many residents still (for some reason) value their modesty. That is why they are happy to encourage beachside revelry and communion by making sure scanty swimwear is readily available to Islanders who are in need of something to cover up with - while still showing off your assets, of course. Islanders may purchase for themselves, but they are especially encouraged to gift swimwear to their fellow Islanders... in fact, any swimwear to be given as a gift is free! Not only is it a lovely gesture to let a friend or lover know you appreciate their body, but also, swimwear received as a gift is said to be very good luck in wet sand wrestling competitions. Naturally, the robots are sensitive to the emotional needs of their organic charges, and thus they wouldn't want any new, recent, or less personable arrivals to the Island to feel left out for not receiving gifts. That's why some Islanders will find surprise swimsuits in pretty gift wrap sitting on their literal or metaphorical doorstep… addressed with love from a random Islander! With thoughtfully written messages included, of course, usually complimenting the recipient's figure in graphic and/or poetic terms. If you have any manners, surely you'll find these mystery admirers and thank them for the lovely gift! (If you're really a person of culture, maybe you'll even show it off for them.) N A V I G A T I O N |
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Trevor could do with some stability in his life, he'd just fight against it is all. Though, if they became closer friends in the future, Trevor would happily take the offer of staying at the cottage some time! If you can insult each other and still laugh about it later, then you're the kinda person he wants to be friends with.
Raising a brow as Peter seemed to go for it! Okay! Sure! Trevor blinked a few times, straightening his back, about to shake that hand until his own was slapped. Not really used to high fives and all, so he chuckled and copied Peter, grabbing a handful of food to soak up the alcohol in his stomach already. "It's a good deal for me. That's the main thing right?" He's a cheeky fucker.
They seem to have some similarities in them. Other than the glaringly obvious differences, such as Peter looked clean and smelt fucking wonderful! But yes, the jokes landed, it was refreshing, almost as refreshing as the beer, having someone to joke about with and so soon upon washing up on the beach. As much as he hated to admit it, Trevor enjoyed his little shit-slinging matches with Alucard.
" Tch, tell me about it." He laughed and sighed, looking a little sombre for a moment before tipping his tankard up and supping the last of his drink down with a muted burp. Sounds familiar... Sypha was more than capable of kicking Trevor's ass and she was stunning. God, he misses her already.
Actually, come to think of it, Trevor would rather the dead be made into tea than Night Creatures any day. This Tearomancer friend of Peter's might come in handy should a Forgemaster show up here.
Listen, he'd rather lose blood than lose a drop of alcohol okay. he's on his own here, it's the closest thing to comfort he has. He doesn't have a problem, you have a problem, shut up, you're not his dad! Oh god, he's got a problem, hasn't he?
"Sure this planet isn't just a feeding ground for an Incubus? Sounds kinda suspicious if you ask me. And highly fucking perverse." He tips the empty glass up above his lips, tapping the bottom to get every last drop out of it. "So what's the point in being here if not to generate cock energy? Can I just go home then? Say, sorry, not gonna shag around today, might as well put me back in the ocean."
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Even if Trevor didn't stay in one place for long, they could hang out, drink, play cards...whatever. Sometimes Peter missed having a buddy to simply hang out with. He would happily teach him all the modern slang and the gestures, like the hi five, and also tell him all about modern music.
He wasn't surprised by Trevor's confusion when he hi fived him, a lot of aliens had given Peter the same confused face when he's done similar things in the past. But the other man took it well, and they went back to eating for the time being.
"Hah. It's better to fight with a full stomach, anyway. If you die, at least you die well feed." Peter gave a casual smile as he nom-nom'd on another fish. He was a practical man to the core, during fights and in all aspects of human living, even with challenges.
It wasn't always possible in his line of work, they ran around and got shot at way too often, but Peter liked to stay clean and look nice for his partners. Living in Erku made it easier. He could take Trevor to the spa one day, left him there to relax, clean himself, and enjoy the terrible paintings on the walls.
Rocket and Peter have the 'pester each other constantly yet stay friends' dynamic down to an art. Trevor is less annoying than the raccoon (so far), he's sure they will get along well.
"Don't worry, there's plenty of not evil people here that are very nice to look at." If Gamora were here, she and Sypha probably would have gotten along too. Two badass ladies with humans disasters as partners? They could have shared plenty of stories.
Peter didn't know what a Forgemaster or a Tearomancer are but any profession that ended in '-were' was usually trouble. And yes, Trevor might have a tiny bit of a problem, just a smidge. But hell if Peter was going to judge other people's coping mechanisms, he had some pretty destructive ones himself.
"Hm...hard to tell now that you mention it, we don't really know what the Augur is. But no one actively hurts us, and as I said, it's not an obligation to sleep with people. Nothing happens if you don't, no punishments or something worse. But if you fulfill your A5 card, you can exchange the checked off squares for rewards." Peter laughed at 'cock energy' because he was a 10 years old at heart, and then pointed at Trevor's bracelet. He wondered if the man even noticed it was there. "Have you checked what you've got?"
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Oh man, if Peter got Trevor talking like some modern chap it would be hilarious! He'd be like such a stuffy dad, trying to sound cool and edgy and totally not pulling it off! As for the music, might take some convincing and a lot of beer, he's not normally one to indulge in such things, never had the time to really. The high five was a start! Break him in slow, Peter, he's got a lot of catching up to do!
"I actually disagree with that." Stuffing more into his mouth, like he was competing with Peter already. Force of habit really, when you don't know where your next hot meal is coming from. "Ever been punched in the stomach so hard you throw up all your meat and bread? Well, I have." Giving a sage nod, before opening his mouth, a small mouthful of chewed food on his tongue. Very immature, Trevor.
Take him to the spar and he will fucking love you forever! Trevor Belmont hasn't had a hot bath in, God, it's probably close to a decade now, isn't it? Whereas smelling like a horse stable is often a good deterrent to keep people away who might wish ill of his family name, it's probably not going to get him laid in this place, is it?
If this Rocket chap ever shows up, Peter needs to introduce them! He's never had an animal friend before, there was a squirrel once but it buggered off when the Nitch Creatures started to come in waves.
"Still trying to get my head around it, honestly." Nodding with a small, nervous smile. Maybe the beer was finally starting to take its hold on him? Causing him to be more loose-lipped than normal. "So, I'm here, away from my super important role back home, to basically get my dick wet and save the world?" He laughs and leans back on the seat. "Okay then, you can tell that to Sypha if she ever shows up." He doesn't like the idea of being castrated by her thank you very much.
The warm bosom of alcohol has got the Belmont through many a cold night, he'd feel rude breaking up with his addiction just now! But maybe if it gets out of hand, he'd actually welcome Peter stepping in and helping him sober up.
"I dunno, Peter. I can't just blindly trust some Gods have my best interests in mind. For one, they kidnapped us all, kinda sketchy to start off with. And then call giving up back our own bloody belongings a 'reward' sounds like slavery to me." Don't mind him, the religion is like an ex-girlfriend of his, there's still bad blood between them. When the A5 Card is mentioned, Trevor lifts his arm letting his bracelet dangle. "The fuck didn't that come from?" Giving it a juggle as it activated. "I have no idea what's going on..."
Peter could feel free to do whatever needed to be done to get the information he was talking about, but Trevor was lost. Reading wasn't his strongest trait.
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Listen and learn, friend. Peter will happily impart all his knowledge on Trevor and teach him the best 80s' lingo like 'Radical' and 'Tubular AF', as well as all sorts of alien swearing words. It would be awesome. Trevor would be able to get on everyone's nerves just by maxim them up and repeating them wrong.
If Peter noticed Trevor eating at an alarming rate, he wasn't too bothered. He had credits and food at home, while Trevor was new here and had none of the sort. It would be a dick move to complain about the obviously hungry man trying to eat as fast as possible.
Peter scrunched up his nose at both the mental image of throwing up and at Trevor opening his mouth. Yeah, he was no longer hungry. With a sigh, he gave in and pushed the plate even closer to Trevor after grabbing one last crab leg to munch on.
"Can't say I did, but I lost count of how often people had tried to knee me in the balls." And a few succeeded, especially Gamora. Why people (or occasionally confused friends) always went for that soft part of his body was beyond Peter. It was unsportsmanlike, he really wished they didn't.
If it was really been that long, then Trevor is due for a hot, relaxing bath. Smelling better than horses is a bit of a must around here if one wanted to get laid, not like Trevor was concerned about that right now, being new and all.
The world was probably not ready for Rocket and Trevor meeting, and the shenanigans they could get up to together. Peter's blood pressure was not ready for such a thing.
"That's understandable. The first weeks here, I thought I was just going through some sort of hungover-induced dream. And Sypha is...? Your girlfriend? Wife? Friend with benefits?"
At that, Peter gave a small amused grin followed by another understanding nod. A strong girlfriend with a temper was something he was familiar with. If Gamora were here, she wouldn't like this place one bit. But IF Gamora were here, Peter wouldn't look at anybody else, and he wouldn't need to use sex as means to survive. He would probably also cry a lot upon seeing her again, but that was neither here nor there.
"Oh, I don't trust any of them either. I've met plenty of gods in the past, one of them is even part of my team back home. They're always trouble." But they weren't all completely horrible. Thor and Peter argued nonstop, yet the God of thunder did the right thing when it mattered and never hurt people who didn't deserve it despite being one of the strongest beings in the universe. Credit where credit was due.
"Easy, there. Don't worry, it's just fancy tech..." Peter put a hand on Trevor's forearm, aiming for comfort, as he took a look at his A5 card. "See the listed kinks? If you do anything that appears on the card, it counts as an action that can be exchanged by a reward."
Lifting his own arm, Peter tapped the bracelet and his A5 card came into view.
"See, we both have dirty talk and hair pulling..." Peter pointed to the right squares on Trevor's screen. "Lets' says we mess around, and you end tugging at my hair, or I did that to you...then you could check off that square and ask for something in return. More quality booze, for example."