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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 Belmont | Castlevania

[personal profile] belmonts 2021-07-18 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
00. Arrival

"Fucking great." Came the low, sardonic tone of a man currently being washed up on the shore. Facedown, with a mouthful of wet sand and seafoam. With a heavy grumble, he started to roll himself over onto his back, sighing as tired eyes stared up at the sky. It was honesty actually peaceful, for the longest moment in his life, Trevor actualy felt relaxed. Closing his eyes to the sound of water gently sloshing, distant chatter, and the wind passing through the trees around the beach.

Only, nothing good lasts for long, not for a Belmont anyways.

An errant wave broke, crashing over his body and splashing down heavily against his face, causing him to splutter and cough, the taste of saltwater flooding his mouth, burning his nose as it came out of both nostrils when he coughed. "Alright. Alright, I'm getting up now. Washed up in paradise and still can't catch a break. C'mon then, Trevor let's see which local wants to pick a fight with you today then shall we." Talking to himself as he came to a stand, wringing out the end of his waterlogged cloak as a small mechanical man came in his direction, arms out holding a dry, clean towel. "Ah, thank you, that'll ma--" Stopping midsentence as the robot completely avoided him and instead passed Trevor by to hand its towel to another newcomer a little further down the coast. "Well, that's nice, isn't it... Fucking, typical."

He was about to ask you a question as made his way along the beach, raising a finger like he had something to say, only to shake his head and flap his hand before bending over and vomiting out the litre of seawater he'd accidentally swallowed. Not a great first impression there, but it follows his track record at least.

I. Beach Episode

Trevor wasn't interested in swimming or teaching anyone anything really, what he was most interested in was the food stalls! He'd not had a good meal in ages and some of the food here had him drooling at the sight and smell of it. Being as fresh as wet paint, he had little to nothing in his name here, not even two credits to rub together.

So, instead, he was rather humiliatingly going around and asking certain people if they had any credits to spare. Now, he wouldn't call it begging, after all, he truly intends on paying it back, but desperate times call for desperate measures and all that.

"Ah, I don't s'pose you have two of those do you?" Pointing at the freshly bought snack you had just purchased from a small beach stall a few feet away.

II. Sand Sport

Now this Trevor could do!

Though he had been a mere spectator, for the most part, a few of the contenders didn't like his tone of voice when yelling out totally constructive criticism to the wrestling pair currently in the ring. "Kick him in the balls." and "Don't be afraid to fight dirty, you're grappling in bloody sand for God's sake." Standing there with his arms crossed over his chest as a small robot ushered him towards the edge of the ring. "Ringside seats?" He thought to himself as he watched, not realizing the robots had lined him up to be the next fighter until his opponent was eyeing him up. "Well, I've never backed down from a fight in my life. Actually, no, that's not true...Oof!" Tapping his chin as he was pushed forward into the righting arena.

III. Graciously Given Gifts

Holding up a pair of tiny, tight little swim trunks to his face, pulling them with both hands as they stretched then shrank back down to size as he stared at them, before tossing them over his shoulder, arms folded across his chest, eyes closed and voice unimpressed.

"Nope. Sorry. Not happening."
Edited 2021-07-18 15:59 (UTC)
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I. Beach Episode

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2021-07-18 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Sunny days were a rarity on the island, usually, they only got one once a week, so Peter's always determined to make the best of them. Dressed in a blue swimsuit, his bracelet, and nothing else, he's been sunbathing to his heart content until the smell of food got his attention.

It didn't look like the food has any weird side effects, so he got himself a plate with different small grilled fish and crab legs. He is just ready to sit down at one of the nearby tables and start eating when Trevor interrupts him.

"Not really, no." Peter looks at his plate briefly and then at the other man. It's not a face he recognizes, and the clothes are also unusual. What he does recognize is the hungry look and attempt at politeness, despise of it. Peter's been in Trevor's place before and gives him an understanding smile."But we can share, I don't mind. New here, I take it?"

See, this was the reason why Peter has been working on getting a community pantry started, so the newbies had somewhere to get food.
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[personal profile] belmonts 2021-07-18 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, Trevor couldn't give a shit about the weather. He'd not been here long enough to realize the rare treat it was, to see the sun shining down through a cloudless sky. It was hot and he was hungry, that's all he knew. Maybe he should have kept those little shorts he'd been anonymously gifted, to change into when his belly was full and his mood lighter as it is now, this thick cloak is going to become a burden eventually.

"Ah, right then. Sorry." The Vampire Hunter turned around, a sad, pathetic look on his face as he was just about to wander off like a vagrant and beg at another table when Peter continued to talk after a short pause. His pale blue eyes sparkled as his expression lifted, turning back around and raising a brow. "We can? God yes, thank you, I could eat a scabby rat I'm that hungry." Taking a seat across from his new tanned savior, Trevor shrugged his cloak off and visibly sighed in relief. "Ah, yes, just arrived earlier today in fact. Strange kinda place, not yet sure if I've been cursed or I'm dead maybe."
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Abigail Jones | Great Pretender

[personal profile] freshcut 2021-07-18 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Beach Episode

[Congratulations. You have scored one (1) attentive, hopefully experienced, probably professional instructor for your activity of choice for the day. Sporting a baseball cap that she's swiped off the head of an unassuming robot, it clashes terribly with what is expected of snorkeling gear. Or swimming attire. In fact, Abigail is still dressed in a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt, probably "borrowed" from somewhere else.]

The faster we get to work, the sooner we can both fuck off here. Drowning works just as well.

II. Sand Sport

[Luckily (for Abigail? For onlookers? For fellow competitors?), the petite woman has changed into an actual swimsuit for this event, a tiny two piece that would look obscene on anyone else, except that Aby has very little to flaunt. She's doing an admirable job staring down would be opponents who aren't quite sure she is their assigned partner. Would she not be more at home at something harmless and more beach appropriate, like Naked Vollyball, off to the side?

The imprints left gouged into the damp sand from the latest unconscious body suggests otherwise.]


Can I go now?

[The robots have no answer for that. After all, not one opponent has left the ring while still conscious.]

Wildcard

[Please PM or comment here! I can roll with anything.]

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[personal profile] spacedisaster 2021-07-18 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Trevor's nonchalance about the sunny day is another way to clue in Peter that he's not been on the island for long. Of course, the Guardian doesn't expect everyone to be as hyped to see the sun as he is, but after spending almost a year on the island and seeing very few blue skies, Peter wants to enjoy this treat.

Now, now, if Peter hadn't already offered to share, he would have done so after seeing Trevor's heartbroken look. That was just so sad, and the way the expression brightens once it dawns on him that Peter is happy to share almost makes the Guardian self-conscious.

"Yeah, it's no problem, rats aren't very tasty." Does it sound like Peter has tasted those in the past? Maybe, maybe not. Growing up with the Ravagers wasn't exactly a luxurious life. He sits down and places the plate of food between them, pushing it towards Trevor. "We can always order more food later, I don't mind. Do you like beer?"

Since he's got company now, Peter motions towards one of the nearby robots working at the stall to approach them and ask for a couple of drinks. With so many clothes on, even without the cloak, Trevor will need it.

"It's all very real and just as weird as it seems. Some people who died in their home world are resurrected here, so I can't tell you for sure if that happened to you. Names's Peter Quill, nice to meet you."
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[personal profile] frenchkiss 2021-07-18 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is a conflict of emotion in him upon seeing Aby taking point on the beach, standing over a fallen resident who dared to challenge the tiny, vicious woman to what appears to be sand wrestling.

Poor, dumb bastards. But also, he's trying not to laugh.

They've always had an interesting relationship. He frustrates her, she amuses him: they somehow work well together despite completely conflicting personalities. It's that experience (and his lack of self-preservation) that makes it easy for him to approach her with his arms wide. ]


Aby! Look at you, fit and dangerous as ever. Just how many have you taken down now?
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Nico Goldstein || Devil May Cry 5

[personal profile] cash_first 2021-07-19 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
00. Arrival

Nico coughed, sputtering curses as she pushed her face out of the sand. The arms artisan had some very colorful language to go along with the colorful artwork that covered her arms and legs. She squinted as she looked around, trying to find her glasses.

She jumped in surprise when a robot spoke up next to her and held out her glasses, free of salt and sand. "Thanks," She muttered as she put on her glasses and finally got a good look around. "Where in the hell did I end up? There's no way in hell that this is anywhere near Redgrave city."

01. Beach Day

Nico always enjoyed fashioning different weapons out of some very weird stuff. She considered herself an artisan and could make just about anything from the supplies that she could find around her. So she had set herself up at a table by one of the food stands and acquired some of the shell scraps from the crabs that they were selling.

"It ain't much, but it's somethin'. Doubt they'd let me near the good stuff. I still don't understand why they picked me of all people ta be here," she muttered as she held up a small knife like device made out of a crab claw. She had other shell bits on the table in front of her. She set her creation down and sighed. She was getting kind of bored in this place. She was a weapon smith and this place didn't have any demons to kill and none of her friends were here either.

"Then again, they ain't got demons ta kill here."
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Sand Sport

[personal profile] magitek_dragoon 2021-07-19 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Touch me again and you'll be scrap metal," Aranea snapped as she was shoved into the ring by a robot. She didn't like being unceremoniously forced to be anyone's entertainment, but here she was. Hearing someone else being pushed in, she turned her attention to her opponent.

"Looks like neither one of us really wants to be here," she said with a shake of her head. She wore a simple black tankini, rather modest for the beach, but it was obvious that she knew how to take care of herself. She had some muscle and she held herself with confidence.
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Jiang Yanli • The Untamed

[personal profile] fierceprotector 2021-07-19 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Arrival]

The sword to her back had been painful. Even more so was the water that threatened to drown her. Not that she couldn't swim, she could. Most everyone born in Yunmeng could swim, but that wasn't the point. Water and sand in an open wound was far more painful than one could ever imagine.

It takes her a moment to even raise herself up and when she does, she has to take a step back. The robots were foreign to her and she didn't trust that. Nor the fact that this place was brightly lit and not darkened like where she'd just come from.


[Beach Episode]

The stalls along the beach remind her, slightly, of the vendors of Yunmeng. Even if some of the foods were completely foreign to her. Though, there were also the foods that were familiar and something that could also be enjoyed, like the fish.

She's watching the other islanders around her, even if she had no intention of getting back in the waters. Not while she was still healing. That wasn't, however, to say that there weren't other arts that could be taught other than swimming.

[Graciously Given Gifts]

Swimwear is not a thing. She remembers days of her brothers just jumping into the lotus lake, it hadn't mattered what they were wearing. Normally, she sat at the side or brought them watermelon pieces. Something to tide over the humid heat. So, when she's suddenly gifted very... scantily clad swimwear, her cheeks turn a bit red. She was not wearing that.

Then again, what people were wearing were weird to begin with. Far too many strange things and some of them weren't even covered up properly, but she has a feeling that's a part of the island's charm. Or, so she's heard.

[Wildcard]

Anything else strike your fancy, let me know! Or start it and I'll follow.
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Arrival :3

[personal profile] amnopeacock 2021-07-19 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
First, Kujaku alerts him to the smell of blood in the air, and Zixuan immediately turns to hurry towards the ocean. Then...her smell registers and his heart clenches, and he flings himself into an outright run, to hell with decorum.

She's here. Wounded. Which tells him something of what she might remember from home. He wishes he could spare her that. But he can't. He can only reach her - as he does a moment later and get between her and the robots, giving them a hard glare as his heart hammers away in his chest.

He knows his ears and tail might startle her, but it doesn't matter. He curtly addresses the robots. "You are not needed. I will tend to her now." That seems to work enough to allow him to turn back to her, worry entering his earnest gaze. "I don't live too far, will you come with me? We can get your wounds treated." And he can answer her questions.
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[personal profile] fierceprotector 2021-07-19 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
She's pale and the last thing she knew of was being in the middle of the battle field. Yanli had gone out there to look for her brother and had gotten them both. So, worry gnaws at her. Causes a pain that she's not sure she can handle. Her youngest had her when it had happened. Then the fierce corpse...

The eldest of the Jiang children is barely paying attention when she sees him. The ears and tails are weird, definitely startling. Though, what was more startling was him. There. Alive. He causes her heart to ache and she can barely even talk. No longer paying any heed to the robots he was talking to.

There should be some decorum, but that left the moment she laid eyes on him. So, he gets no answer and instead gets arms wrapped around him, tears clouding her vision.
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[personal profile] amnopeacock 2021-07-19 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
Too pale, really. He doesn't like that. Most of his attention is initially on the robots, until they move away. Then he focuses on his beloved. He sees the emotion on her face, and it hurts. She probably believes him a ghost...

And then she answers by wrapping her arms around him. He flushes, but the smile that blooms on his face can't be denied. He won't push her away. Ever. Never again. He is gentle in returning her embrace, pressing his cheek to her head and allowing them a moment just to hold on.

"A-Li," he sighs out, careful to not chance touching her wound. "You don't need to walk," he promises her, then moves to simply pick her up, relying on Kujaku's strength to make it possible in lieu of his golden core. "Just hold onto me."
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[personal profile] fierceprotector 2021-07-19 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
There's a part of her that knows she should care if someone sees her. That she shouldn't allow herself to be so... enamored wasn't the word for it, attached was. She shouldn't allow herself to be attached to a ghost. Her brothers would probably admonish something like that, but she didn't care.

Everything around her just melts away in his presence. Nothing else matters. Not the robots, the beach, or even the weird ears and tail he's sporting. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the feel of him close to her.

The wound is all but forgotten, her arms staying around his neck and her face buried in his chest. She didn't want to let go. Letting go would hurt too much.
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[personal profile] amnopeacock 2021-07-19 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
Zixuan has mostly left such appearances behind him. Mostly. At least with those who matter to him, which she most certainly does. The loneliness Xie has helped ease in his heart vanishes at her touch, just feeling her in his arms again erases it all.

She doesn't protest, or pull away, or even say a word. But the state of her tells him why, and so he doesn't press her to talk. Only lifts her and carries her away. He knows how to get to the small cottage where he lives, though perhaps Koi Tower would be better for this. He still gets lost getting there, and it would take longer besides.

As it is, it takes a fair bit of time, but he doesn't even pause or complain, only rejoices in having her with him again. He doesn't ask if she remembers her previous time here. Even that doesn't matter.

Finally they reach the cottage and he opens the door with a bit of effort to avoid jostling her too much, and carries her straight to his bedroom, where he sits and finally sets her down on his lap. His tail drapes over her legs and he lifts a hand up to her cheek.

"I'm here, A-Li. We're alive here." Maybe he should have been telling her that along the walk, but he hadn't thought to before!
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[personal profile] fierceprotector 2021-07-19 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
There was nothing to protest, other than the pain that her body was in. Even that was nothing compared to the man carrying her off to, she's not sure where. Nor does she care on the where either. Everything is a blur through shed and unshed tears, as it was.

She vaguely notices the cottage and once they're inside, merely leans against him once he's sitting down, and she's in his lap. The tail that drapes over her legs is new. New to the point that she reaches down and brushes shaky fingers over it.

Leaning into that touch, she looks up at him," How... You weren't." Alive where she just came from.
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[personal profile] amnopeacock 2021-07-19 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
He'll try and ease her pain soon - he hates knowing she hurts, but he knows some things need to be said first before he attempts to treat her wound.

Zixuan's cheeks pink a little at the touch to his tail, but he only tightens the arm still around her waist. His other hand traces over her beloved face.

"I was. Before I came here, I was brought to another world right after. I was...am, possessed by a friendly spirit. It's why I have these ears and tail. I call him Kujaku. He won't harm you." Now he knows for certain she doesn't remember.

"Then I was brought here, a few months ago."

He rests their foreheads together with another sigh, eyes closing very briefly before reopening - no. He doesn't want to look away from her for even a moment if he can avoid it.

"A-Li..." ok so maybe he's saying her precious nickname more than necessary. He's missed her fiercely! "Your wound needs to be tended. I can do that while answering more of your questions."
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[personal profile] fierceprotector 2021-07-19 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
The last thing that she wants to do is move away from her husband. So, she merely leans into him and listens as her fingers brush over his tail. Though, what he was telling her sounded weird and almost like a child's made up story.

No matter what or who Kujaku was, she wasn't worried about being harmed. Even if it was weird to think about her husband being possessed by a spirit, friendly or other wise. Had her little brother ever dealt with such a thing?

She closes her eyes before opening them and giving him a soft, albeit weak, smile," Okay." Her voice comes out soft as she tries to take in everything that was going on. "Where are we exactly?"
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[personal profile] freshcut 2021-07-19 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck off, Frenchie.

[translation: not enough to be allowed to leave already. If she's phased by the appearance of the blond here, of all places, unannounced, she doesn't show it. After all, why wouldn't be here?

She may not be one step ahead (or even in two, or in the vicinity of being in the know) of whatever Laurent is up to at any time, but she's not dim enough to know he's settled into something if he's here already.]


Took you long enough to show your face here.
Edited 2021-07-19 21:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] belmonts 2021-07-19 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The face the sun is out and is so bright, is indeed a good thing. It means there shouldn't be any vampires around. Which means Trevor doesn't have to worry as much. That's about it though, he's unimpressed by the weather otherwise. The Belmont was used to sleeping rough, so the idea of making his own shack and hunkering down somewhere on the beach also didn't seem to bother him. No, it was just the lack of food and personal belongings that he was missing.

Listen, Trevor's probably ate a rat or two in his time. Food is scarce sometimes back home and even when he does have the cash to pay for it, people don't like to accept money from a Belmont. Peter may as well have been a Saint! Grabbing a handful of crab meat and shoving it ceremonially into his mouth, chewing, then stopping to savour the taste before gulping more of the stuff back down. And then the magic word is said. " Beer? You have beer? God, yes, I'm parched." His eyes light up at the mention of alcohol! It's been far too long since his last drink!

Always watching and paying attention, Trevor took note of the strange little mechanical waiter and how it seemed to do whatever this guy wanted. "Did you make him? Or are you some kind of Lord here? You're well-fed, relaxed, seem to be listened to."

"Huh... Sounds batshit crazy if you ask me. Even the dead you say?" That's not great news, is it? "Would you know you'd died and came here? I mean, if I'd died back home, riiiight before getting washed up here, would I have known?" He has a theory, not a great one, but a theory on why he's here nonetheless. "Peter?" Offering his hand across the table after wiping it clean on the side of his pants. "Trevor, just Trevor. No relation to anyone."
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[personal profile] belmonts 2021-07-19 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Trevor still wore his usual clothes. He'd refused the ridiculously small swim trunks that had been gifted to him and instead came to the beach in attire that would make him hot and uncomfortable. A glutton for punishment apparently. Shrugging his cloak off his shoulders and unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves so he could roll them up his arms, Trevor faced her with an amused expression over his lips.

"Never backed down from a fight, me. Even one I was pushed into." He said in that cheeky, yet charming tone of his. Cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders, eyeing her up, and getting an idea of where her strengths might be on account of her form and muscles. He wouldn't feel bad about sparing with a woman, Lord knows he's had his arse handed to him by a few in the past. Still, this is just for fun right?

"You can forfeit now if you like? I won't hold it against you."
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Felix Fraldarius | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2021-07-19 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
00. Arrival

Washing up on shore coughing and choking on seawater was not on Felix's list of things he ever wanted to do. And he has no idea how it happened; last he checked, they won at Derdriu, and he doesn't remember any foes shoving him into the bay or anything. And this place is definitely not Derdriu.

And now there's an automaton trying to drag him off somewhere, and whether this is some kind of strange Imperial trick or not, he's not going.

When the thing gets just a little too insistent, he draws a blade and gives it a murderous glare. "Let go of me, or I'll slice off your head."

Anyone else around who knows more about what's going on here might want to tell Felix before he ends up getting himself into trouble...


I. Beach Episode, 'Felix Hates This' Edition

Felix thought his arrival here in this unknown place was bad, but worse than that is this: a beach party.

He looks extremely out of place here, still fully dressed in his traveling clothes from home, regardless of the fact that they were made for Faerghus' wintry climate, or that they and his hair and everything else are covered in sand. He refuses to take off a single article of clothing or piece of armor, largely because those automata really wanted him to for some reason. Why everyone else here has actually stripped off most of their clothes and seems to be fine with that, he has no idea. (It's probably because it's hot under the sun and they want to avoid being sweaty, overheating messes like he currently is, but he's ignoring that.)

And now he just wants something to eat, but the automata keep insisting on something called "credits," which he doesn't have. He tried pulling a weapon on one of them and intimidating it into giving him food, but it just offered him a dildo to fight with instead, and he was so confused and weirded out that he just...walked away.

But he does eventually find something he can teach people to do at the beach! Slicing watermelon. With a sword. While the fruit is flying through the air. ...look, he doesn't have a lot to work with, here.

If anyone approaches him, he'll scowl at them and hand them one of his spare swords, hilt-first, with a watermelon in his other hand. "Break it and I break your arm."


II. Sand Sport

At least there's one thing here Felix knows how to do. He has no intention of participating, mostly because those who do are apparently required to wear what basically amounts to the skimpiest smallclothes known to humanity, but a robot challenged him...so he told it that if it could find him a worthy opponent, and if it gave him something to wear that wasn't absolutely awful...he'd consider it. (Then he had a ten minute argument with it over whether the bathing suits it tried to give him were acceptable.)

Eventually, it convinces him to put on a swimsuit that's not too ridiculous and get into the ring with someone it claims is a worthy opponent. Felix studies them, trying to determine whether or not this will be a waste of his time.


II-a. Consequences

Felix is from the northeast of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. The northernmost country on the continent. Widely known for its harsh winters and spring blizzards. He's marched all over Fodlan during the war--he's even been to the Valley of Torment dressed in full swordmaster armor--but he's never exposed himself to the sun for this long before.

And guess what he's never heard of before? Sunscreen.

Ah, but fortunately, there happens to be a robot nearby offering some soothing lotion to help ease the pain of sunburn, for those who pay attention to anything the robots say (so, not Felix). Perfect for rubbing all over someone else's almost-naked body when they've had too much sun, says the robot!

Feel free to find an extremely grumpy, lobster-red Felix eating lunch under a large, communal beach umbrella, sitting on a towel and trying very hard not to move too much. He might appreciate some help with the lotion he doesn't know about. Maybe. Even if he complains about it.

IIa. - Consequences

[personal profile] idratherbeasleep 2021-07-19 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Linhardt has, at this point, adjusted to weirdly erotic nature of Erku enough that he's just taking the opportunity to enjoy the warmth and sun. Proper warmth and sun. Despite his pale skin, Linhardt is a child of Fodlan's south since Hevring is on the border with Brigid.

So he's able to feel when he needs to get out of the sun and does so, heading for the nearest umbrella with a fruity beverage in his hand.

"Ah. Now I know what Mercedes tears her hair out about."

He's had to have the opposite discussion with Adrestian soldiers. We're in Faerghus. Wear real shoes. Yes, it matters if you get wet. Cover your damn chest. Yes, especially you, Caspar. You're not beating anyone if your fingers fall off due to frostbite.

Clearly since Felix is sitting under the umbrella and not hacking it to pieces the situation has been explained to him and he likely won't stab Linhardt on sight.

Which is good, because he's not finding another umbrella.
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Consequences

[personal profile] dadministrator 2021-07-19 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
There are some benefits to having cordial relationships with their 'hosts', as it were. Benefits like being allowed to dig around until he could find a reasonably modest pair of trunks, rather than a scandalously small speedo, or being aware of the fact that they have both sunscreen and soothing lotion available--or actually having credits to spare and a bracelet to use them, or..... well, anything instead of being left a wet, sandy, disgruntled, well-cooked lobster. At least Felix had managed to find some food?

Ah, what a wretched sight. Seteth pads over to join him, pulling the towel from around his neck to offer over; Felix clearly needs it more than he does right now, either for himself or his gear. "If you'll forgive me for saying so, you look freshly washed ashore. Take care you don't let your armor rust."
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[personal profile] bestswordmaster 2021-07-19 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Felix hasn't been paying much attention to anyone else who happens to sit closeby, but he knows that voice, even if he hasn't heard it in quite a while. More than that, of course, he hears 'Mercedes' and whips his head around to stare at--yes, that does in fact appear to be Linhardt von Hevring.

...he almost reaches for his sword anyway, despite having had the situation explained. He's certainly hyperaware of the hilt's distance from his hand, even as he chews and swallows the bite he just took of his sandwich and watches the mage closely.

"...Mercedes is here?"

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