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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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W-w-w-w-w-w-what do you think you're doing?! [ That's just the one question he has in mind because he can easily guess the rest, like where they're going and how Cain is able to do what he's doing right now. He's a strong wizard, duh. Fucking duh. ]
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[Cain says it like it should be common knowledge. He is travelling very quickly back to the apartment though, partly because he was...excited....and also he knew Doppo was uncomfortable with this type of attention.
Luckily the streets were pretty deserted as they went back and Cain was easily able to slide into the apartment with minimal fuss. His ridiculous strength made Doppo seem like he weighed nothing to the younger man.
Going over to the bed, he gently set Doppo down, pausing a bit to see what would be the best to do next. Taking his gloves off, he gently ran his fingers through Doppo's hair.]
Do you trust me?
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Not going to lie, despite how sweaty his head might feel from the moment of panic right there, feeling Cain's hand in his hair feels nice. His cheeks are hot from the contact and even hotter from the position they're in. ]
Why are you asking me again after what just happened???? [ He can't answer that at the moment anyway, because knowing Cain, the other is being earnest in his...actions to make Doppo happy or whatever it was he said just now that made no sense to him. ]
Cain-kun, what is going on? Did you eat something strange? [ He's going to keep wiggling in his bounds in the mean time. ]
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He kept petting Doppo's hair gently, scratching his fingers into his scalp almost like he was petting a cat.]
No, it's nothing like that. I said I wanted to treat you well...and you're not the kind of guy to take compliments lying down. So won't you let me treat you well?
[He wasn't reaching for anyone's clothing yet other than removing his own gloves, but Cain did lean down to brush his lips lightly against Doppo, a thumb running a line down his cheek.
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...no matter how whacky this scenario looks.
So, he doesn't even resist much when he feels their lips meet. Kissing and anything beyond that has always been activities that Doppo doesn't really try to reach for. It's baffling that Cain actually wants to do this with him of all people but he reciprocates all the same, leaning in and kissing him back tenderly as much as his tied up body allows. He remembers kissing this man himself last time, under no influence other than out of his own desires. ]
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In the back of his mind he thought this was good magic practice-which, now he remembered Shylock saying as much one time-but right now he was going to concentrate on getting clothes off. The ribbons around Doppo's arms and torso loosened enough for Cain to start running his gloved fingers down his front, seeking out the buttons and slowly, almost daintily pulling them apart.
He was deliberately taking his time as he kept pressing kisses on his face and neck, even opening his mouth a little bit if Doppo allowed. Slowly, eventually, Doppo's shirt was comiing off and once again he was running gloved hands down his chest, stopping at the nipples to tease them a little bit with his fingertips.]
Your skin is really soft, you know. And your hair...do you like it when I do that? It's cute.
[Regardless of what Doppo said he was going to bring the salaryman's arms above his head to tie them firmly with the ribbon, this time using his own fingers. It was pretty secure and while he stuck a finger in it to make sure it wasn't too tight, he hoped that it wasn't at least massively uncomfortable.]
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Having come to know Cain now, the gestures are seen as affectionate and kind - which, as good as all of this is feeling, Doppo is going to appear uncomfortable by default because...well, this is nooot the face of a man who knows how to process compliments and good fortune happening to him.
He doesn't resist when Cain removes his clothes and ties his hands together. There's some comfort in being restrained like this but his mind finds admitting that to be something to be ashamed of. ]
Why are you doing this with me? [ What Cain is doing for him isn't even out of necessity. ] Y-you don't have to thank me by going through all of this...trouble...