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TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES
| TDM 020: FROSTED FLAKES |
Uploading user data to environmental systems. . . please wait.  Augmentations c̴̦͋o̷͓̺̘̓m̸̮̈̾́p̸̻̃l̵̠̱̤̅e̷̢̧̺͐̃̽t̸͈̓ḙ̴͙̓͘. Proceed . . .? Y/N > Y  Your eyes blink open to the blinding glare of overhead lights and the sight of a pair of glassy mechanical eyes boring into your own. The face above yours moves like liquid mercury, forming an approximation of a figure that you recognize and trust implicitly: a friend, a loved one, a caretaker. Perhaps even a god or a goddess. From its lips fall the patterns of a language that is strange and robotic, and yet familiar to you: Welcome to the N̵̩̈́̓ä̶͇́͂͘m̸̠͒e̴̞̻̾ͅl̷̹̄͝ḙ̷̺͗s̵̳͊̀ṣ̵̱̚ͅ ̶̧͒̄Í̴͔s̵̡̛̺̍̓ļ̵̥͖̄͛͌ḁ̸̳̟̒́n̵̻͑́͗d̴̩͕̰̂̊̔ Darkness overtakes you once again. I. Arrival  When you awake, you find you have washed up on the otherworldly pink sands of an impossibly beautiful beach, the tropical scenery spoiled only slightly by your seasickness. New arrivals, waterlogged and covered in sand, 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, all is available for your use. Stake your claim on a place to live in the now, whether an apartment in the City, a shack on the beach, or a bigger space at the House of Worship with friends. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each arrival's home. II. Tropical Snow  The Augur hasn't forgotten your festive needs, Islanders! Though the Island weather remains sunny and tropical, a powdery snow has begun to fall from blue skies, collecting into pristine piles overnight. Fortunately, unlike some other snowstorms Islanders might have experienced, this one won't freeze you. In fact, the temperature of the powder is perfectly pleasant, even though everything else about it is exactly as one might remember from white holidays past. It even sticks together nicely, making it absolutely perfect for snowballs, forts, and sculptures, and the 'bots encourage Islanders to enjoy this little treat from the Augur for the limited time that it will last. Even robots pelted by snowballs will chirp cheery encouragements. It is, however, a little slippery… and a bit tacky. And sweet? Catching snowflakes on your tongue has never been so rewarding. III. It Came From Above  In addition to the Island's traditional cherub dragon helpers, Islanders may notice a newcomer to the skies above: these zippy little drones, which flit about playfully and broadcast festive songs from Islander memories whilst they assist the dragonets in decorating the hospital and other public buildings in wintery colors and charming strings of lights. Make sure you mind your head, because the more mischievous of the drones have minds of their own when it comes to decorating sometimes! If you're looking a little dour, you might become the next surface wrapped up in lights and tinsel. Maybe even with someone else, for pleasant company of course! Oh, and those mistletoe bots? They seem to pick targets at will, locking on and hovering overhead until their If asked for assistance with a drone, Island robots will helpfully inform you that the drones make excellent pets! Just be sure to pick one that doesn't bite. IV. Sticky Circumstances  The robots may have made a veeerryy slight miscalculation. As time passes, the mysteriously room-temperature snow that blankets the Island begins to… well, melt. Except, it doesn't melt into water. What results instead from this well-meaning experiment is a slippery, sticky, sweet substance just like icing sugar… but everywhere. On the sidewalks, on the buildings, sliding in globs off the leaves of every palm tree. While it may taste good, and pests like ants are never a problem in paradise, it's quite a nuisance! Robots will offer credits for assistance in clean-up, rewarding especially handsomely as the mess seems to gunk up their joints. With enough help from Islanders and drones, the mess could be cleaned up within the week! If an Islander would rather just enjoy their Island-wide slip and slide, however? The 'bots won't fault them. N A V I G A T I O N |
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"I gotta admit, I've never really seen lights like these either. They're really festive!" They would probably look better if Cain wasn't the one strung up in them at least, and he tried to wiggle. That solved absolutely nothing except wedging him closer to the other man.
"Not very comfortable though..is it looser on your side?"
no subject
"Ehhhh? What's festive 'bout them?" Gunji asked, his voice loud, the words drawn out, right beside his fellow captive's ear. That's when the sniffing started. His nose pressed against the pretty colored hair as he inhaled deeply, smiling like a fool. Gunji wasn't the smartest of crayons in the pack, easily distracted and simple-minded.
"Comfortable? What's the fun in being comfortable all the time!?" With that said, the blonde took what slack there was in the wires, giving them a harsh tug only to tighten them, forcing the two of them even closer together.
gunji pls that tickles
"Well, I mean-I like to-hey, that tickles-I like to meet people when I'm not tied to them by force...It's not gonna be very pleasant if it goes on any longer." Then the guy probably wouldn't be very happy anymore. At least he seems to be enjoying himself now? "You shouldn't-ah-"
Oh, now it's starting to get painful and Cain ended up with his face inches away from the man as he struggled with the lights. "Please wait for a moment before you strangle us both."
Like that's gonna make him want to stop? :B
dogcat made more of that pretty shade appear, then sniffing is what was gonna happen!"Huh? Y'know, ya sure do talk a lot shortie~!" The blonde said, all but nuzzling his nose into that red hair, before plucking one of the bulbs from the lights a little too hard, crushing it between his finger and thumb and snuffing it out. "Awww, they ain't even that strong! How am I s'posed to choke you out if they're just gonna break, eh?!"
It's debatable whether or not he was joking... Though, the moment the other male comments how it was starting to become mildly painful, Gunji smirked deviously. "Oh, yea? What's so bad about that?"
What if he asks nicely
"Well, I'd rather talk to you about this when we aren't caught up like this, makes it a bit hard to-" He's moving an arm, but it just ends up trapped between them with his gloved hand on the other man's chest instead of anything useful. Cain licked his lips, with a sinking feeling that he knew what this bot wanted from them.
One of these days he's going to meet someone properly before he has to do this kind of stuff. "I've seen these bots around. Apparently they have a spell that makes it so you have to...kiss under the mistletoe before they release you."