uhmani | TDM #5

Throughout the main hub where everyone congregates, a light chiming echoes through the first floor. "Hello, everyone," comes the synthetic voice from when you first arrived. "Please, watch your step since there's quite a few anomalies present. If you'd like, there is cake and some refreshments."

A small pause. "Oh, and! Don't forget to visit the new training grounds, music lounge, library, and onsen. Also, feel free to leave an offering for our resident deity of sleep at his shrine!"

TRICKY TRICKSTERS

About those aforementioned anomalies...

Was that utility pole always there in the middle of the main hub? How did your shoe - just the one - get out on the lawn? You could have sworn you saw them together last. Actually, they are together now if you check. Just what is going on? Trying to draw close to these out-of-place or extra objects will cause them to giggle, wiggle, and disappear in a puff of smoke. Instead of a pole, it's now a wayward chair or cart that wasn't there just a moment before. If one continues to follow this tricky trail, they'll be rewarded by discovering the culprit: a tanuki.

While they appear to be harmless, some of their tricks may get taken just a little bit too far. You may grab for your vibrator only for it to go up in smoke and cause frustration in more ways than one. Or, they'll lead some individuals right into danger's path and giggle all the while. If someone attempts to catch them, they'll be left with only a leaf to show for it and the tracks of these mythical creatures leading directly to the beach.

WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?

If the main hub and its features don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.

Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can still find an instrument to play in the music lounge or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.

You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities. Even if you do complain, The Peacekeeper will encourage others to set off and find their own place to live out in the simulation.

Granted, the housing market in the afterlife isn't exactly robust. It doesn't help that every place you find has a leaky roof or broken window. No, unfortunately that will need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!

It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.

Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.

SUN'S OUT, GUNS OUT

"Hello, inhabitants," greets The Peacekeeper. "No doubt you've noticed the temperature gradually rising as my nature parameters adjust to summer weather." It has gotten a bit warmer these days, hasn't it? Although some may have not noticed, there is no doubt that others have been sensitive to the climbing heat. "To remedy any discomfort, I suggest you hit the beach! There are plenty of fun new features that I've been requested to implement by The Creators to help keep everyone content! We hope that you enjoy them!"

★ One of the aforementioned features will toggle automatically. All one needs to do is set foot on the sands of Taasunni and they'll be changed into the appropriate dress for a beach outing. Well, appropriate might be a bit of a stretch... This feature is, as mentioned, new and will be subject to some modifications. For now, inhabitants will have to deal with being put into something scandalous, ridiculous, or both!

The Peacekeeper promises to listen to feedback accordingly and modify everyone's outfits to something a bit less outlandish... eventually. In the meantime, why not flaunt what you've got and make the most of the simulated sun's rays on your skin?

★ If you'd rather preserve what little dignity you may have left, there are changing tents available to grab a towel that somehow covers up more than your swimwear probably did. Although some might be wary of tents after the picnic, these ones do not have aphrodisiac candles in them! But they do have a catch. These tents are translucent from the inside looking out like a one-way pane of glass.

Not to worry though! From the outside, no one can see in even if you can see them. In fact, there might be a subtle urge to see just how far you can take things within the walls of these tents while those outside are unawares; it might just scratch that itch for some exhibitionism without anyone actually watching.

HARMONIOUS HEARTS

DTFs will helpfully tell their owners that it is mating season for the heart jellies just off the shores of Taasunni. During the next couple of months, there will be an abundance of them floating idly in the cool waters of the sea. While their sting doesn't usually hurt, exactly, during this time there is a bit more risk to being zapped than just an enjoyable tingling sensation. It will burn but because their sting leaves a heart branded into one's skin temporarily.

Nothing will seem to relieve the dull pain on your own; however, the brand will draw others to you and serve as a target for their, ahem, affections. Bodily fluids from the most intimate of areas are about the only thing that will provide some relief and cause these heart-shaped brands to fade. Hopefully, you didn't get stung anywhere too embarrassing or difficult to come on!

Unfortunately, the other side effect of these stings is that the person with the brand won't be able to find relief - literal or sexual - until it's gone. Nothing will seem to bring them over that brink before their partner has "helped" get rid of the marking. Whether or not they do that quickly will be entirely up to them. The lack of control might be a bit unnerving but hopefully the eventual orgasm will be absolutely worth it.

CALLING TO ME

★ Throughout the simulation, as the sun dips low in the sky and stars begin to make their nightly debut, the sound of furin carrying on the breeze can be heard. It draws people to the beach and appears to sound from somewhere beyond sight passed ocean waves. It will make inhabitants feel a keen sense of longing that they can't quite explain. Whatever the case, they will want for more suddenly. Whether this is from their partner, their life, or just in general, the feeling won't be shaken so easily. Thankfully, the sound and feelings it evokes are only temporary. Just don't be surprised if that feeling of longing leads you to bite off more than you can chew in some way or another.

★ Observant inhabitants may notice that the island that spawned when the simulation expanded is now much closer to shore than before. It's also... moving? Although subtle and slow, it does appear to be inching ever closer to show throughout the day. It will make land during nightfall and reveal a giant turtle with palm trees and other tropical foliage growing off of its back.

"Sorry about the-" It's words are broken up by a loud yawn that will make anyone close suddenly very drowsy. "-tanuki. They decided to hitch a ride without me knowing." The turtle yawns again, causing another wave of grogginess to hit those talking to it. "I'll take them back when I give you all a ride to one of The Dead Ends. But until then... It was a long swim here. I'm going to just - aaawwwhhhh - take a short nap." That short nap will last two weeks. Inhabitants are free to climb aboard the turtle's back but it won't be stirring again anytime soon, unfortunately.

And perhaps neither will you! That sleepiness is downright contagious and will lead to inhabitants that had spoken to the turtle for any length of time falling into a deep slumber the next time they decide to lay down. Almost nothing will be able to wake them until the effect subsides. Although, if they seem more receptive to a bit of intimacy than anything... That's just a coincidence, surely!

SEXY STAMP CARD

If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.

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Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it! NOTES

★ Trying a new thing by centering the TDM prompts around the kinks of the month for new and old people to get those stamps before the mingle! Hopefully, you enjoy it!

★ The effects of all the influences can, as always, be as heavy or light as you'd like! It can be chalked up to differences in resistance, non-humanity or not, etc. etc.

★ The flora and fauna page will be updated. It's also still open for player suggestions! All you need to do now is link your check-in (or player claim) comment to make a submission!

★ Make sure to dunk your questions/feedback in the thread below!

★ LAST BUT NOT LEAST! The player cap has BEEN INCREASED TO 45 PLAYERS. We're at 41/45 right now.

NAVIGATION

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[Claude rubs the backs of his knuckles against the heart-shaped mark on his chest, wincing when it doesn't help to soothe the dull burn at all. Well, he's not going to let a little thing like that disrupt his plans! Having any kind of fabric against it makes the burn worse, so he just puts on a low-cut shirt and hopes Sylvain won't get all fussy about a minor injury. It's been a bit of a surprise, how much of a mother-hen he is to his friends-- and that Claude is one of those now.

His growing selection of Peacekeeper-granted boardgames are set out, Missy the glitched dog-cat is sprawled out belly-up on the couch-- all that's left is for Sylvain to arrive. And for Claude to continue to ignore the burn from the sting.]

[Sylvain managed to find some soothing plant gel for his sunburn... not as bad as it could be, but he will probably peel in a few days... ugh. He has more freckles popping up than he did before, too, dusting his shoulders and collarbone, and starting to be visible on his face. He also managed to scrounge up some comfortable summer clothes that aren't a ridiculous bathing suit. He doesn't want to walk into Claude's apartment half-naked for their board game date!]

[No... not a date. Though he always joked that's what they were back in the academy days. Remembering that tugs at his chest as though there was a string threaded through the center, pulled taught. Those simpler days of lighthearted teenaged fun, when the stakes were lower and it was safer to nurse those complicated feelings he had. With that on his mind, he knocks on Claude's door, distracted.]

It's me.

Hey, come on in! [Claude is quick to answer the door, giving Sylvain a welcoming grin. The redhead's not the only one blessed with freckles from the sun, though Claude's are harder to see from a distance.

At some point these little dates of theirs turned into a prime opportunity to-- well, mess with Sylvain a little. Teasing and flirting had been their main mode of communication after Sylvain joined the Golden Deer, and when he wasn't overthinking things, Sylvain went along with it just like always. Clearly there was some kind of hang-up now, and Claude had a few suspicions as to what it was.

He flops down in the middle of the couch, leaving just enough room for Sylvain to squeeze in next to him. Wouldn't want to disturb dear little Missy's nap, now would they? Never mind that she's always napping.]

Wanna start out with a round of chess, or should we break out something new?

[Claude leans forward just a bit with a smirk teasing at his lips, his low-cut shirt giving Sylvain a good look at his chest, especially from an upward angle.]

[Flirting with Claude has always been too easy, too comfortable. At least back in their academy days it felt safe because he knew it would never go anywhere. There was never a risk it was just good fun. Here, though... there is more intent behind every little flaunt and wink, even if the very nature of this place didn't also pose a huge risk of falling into an uncontrolled situation.]

[He ignores the way his heart trips when Claude grins at him like that, with that new smattering of freckles across his nose. He smirks back, charming but slightly reserved, and has to hold in a sigh when Claude flops right in the middle of the couch. You're getting obvious, Reigan. Still, he sits himself down, allowing their thighs to touch because he has no other choice and well... that's innocent enough, right? Or it would be, if Claude wasn't leaning forward like that, showing off his not-yet-hair-covered chest. There's a strange little heart marking there, but Sylvain drags his eyes away from it quickly, not wanting to be called out for looking.]

Chess to warm up I think.

[Doesn't matter how obvious he's being when Sylvain won't call him out on it. He can feel Sylvain's eyes on him and it makes his grin widen, a pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.]

Sounds good.

[He reaches across Sylvain to get to the chess board, their thighs pressing more firmly together. The contact makes the heat from his burn feel less painful and more-- something else. Like a persistent itch under the skin that needs to be scratched.

He sets up the chessboard so they can play side by side, hands moving on autopilot. Being a gracious host and all, he lets Sylvain take the first move, rubbing absently at that mark.]

The usual bet?

[Whoever wins gets to ask the other a question.]

[Sylvain pointedly does not look at that flash of tongue or the idle fingertips rubbing at Claude’s chest. He eyes the chessboard casually as he can manage. His lifeline.]

Sure, why not.

[The little voice in his head says he will probably regret that, but he struggles to deny Claude such things. He makes his first move, advancing his pawn away from his bishop.]

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[Claude would never do Sylvain the disservice of taking it easy on him, but he isn't playing at his best-- the dull burn on his chest starts to spread, turning into a heat, a kind of itch under the skin. He drums his fingers on the coffee table in between moves, fidgets in his seat, and tries not to rub at the mark or the skin around it.

It's not surprising in the end that Sylvain puts him in check. He smiles nonetheless, ever the gracious loser.]

Your question, then.

[It isn't a victory Sylvain feels good about. Claude was clearly distracted the whole game, squirming like he doesn't feel right in his own skin. It is so, so difficult to swallow back questions about the mark.]

What's that um... that pot looking thing, that you had in your room at the academy? Sorta looks like an incense burner?

[Don't look at his chest, don't look at his chest, don't look...]

[The question distracts him from the mark, but it doesn't help him relax any. Sylvain's already made it clear he knows where Claude's from originally, but there's still a reluctance to talk about it that he has to fight back. He answers while resetting the board, his tone neutral.] It's called an Afrinagan. Basically just a vessel for ritual fires.

[Claude is clearly uncomfortable, so Sylvain doesn't press. He smiles and looks thoughtful, trying to ignore the magnetic sort of pull that Claude seems to have now, causing piles of intrusive thoughts about putting his hands all over the younger man, grabbing him and pulling him up into his lap.... oough. Down, boy.] So not that different from an incense burner after all, then.

[He takes his first move again without any pomp or circumstance.]

[Claude does want to share these sorts of things, truly-- but habits born of self-preservation are some of the hardest to break. He meets Sylvain's eyes with a smile, truer for how faint it is.] Yeah, not that different, really.

[He's starting to sweat, just sitting here. This mark is definitely doing Something, and it's getting worse.] Is it getting warmer in here to you? ...I swear I'm not just using a cheesy line on you. [He smiles wryly.]

[That small smile lights up Sylvain's brain like a hall of lanterns. How embarrassing. Yeah, that heart on Claude's chest is doing something to the energy in the room, that much is clear. He should probably excuse himself before his mind gets too altered.]

[He does not.] Hmm. [He looks playfully skeptical about that claim.] I don't know if warmer but it certainly feels... different. Where did you uh, get... that. [He finally acknowledges the elephant in the room.] It could be the culprit.

[Sylvain is the first to bring up the obvious, and Claude looks down towards it, feigning like he's only just remembered it's there.] You know, I did get stung by one of those heart-shaped jellyfish while I was going for a swim earlier.

[He looks back up to Sylvain, a more honest twist to his lips.] It's not the first time it's happened, so I didn't think much of it at first but-- [he gestures to the mark] this is new.

Of course there are heart shaped jellies.

[Why wouldn't there be??? He sighs, long-sufferingly.] Are you in pain or just... overwarm?

[A part of his brain is screaming at him for asking, but it's out before he can stop himself, as he moves another piece and tries very hard not to look at Claude's chest any more.]

It's nothing I can't handle. [Claude reassures with a nonchalant shrug, then winces when the mark throbs as if in protest. His brow pinches in his attempt to focus on making his move.] Just a little uncomfortable.

[It's not like Sylvain would ~~want~~ allow himself to help, anyway. No, Claude will just have to deal with whatever the continued effects of this are on his own!]

[It's clearly a fib, but it's one Sylvain can't really... call him on. Without making things even more awkward.]

Should I take my leave soon?

[So that someone else can come help?]

[Claude jerks to look at him with wide eyes for a moment, but recovers with a smile and shakes his head.] Nah, no need for that!

[He can't help plucking at his shirt, itching to take it off. The fabric of it now feels abrasive all over, not just over the mark.

He grits his teeth, determined now to prove that he's Fine, and they can continue with their plans. Whether it's sheer stubbornness or a twist of fate, he manages to eke out a win, and he grins. Clearly he's proved his point, and now Sylvain won't leave, because there's no reason to! (Why the idea of Sylvain leaving just now is utterly intolerable is something he's not willing to think about in-depth at the moment.)

He looks up at Sylvain, ready to claim his prize-- and he gets tongue-tied. It's not an entirely unfamiliar sensation, though it is rare. Normally he thinks up his question while he plays but he'd had to be so singularly focused on the game. He's got nothing.] Sylvain-- [And in that space of nothing, out comes a question that doesn't really fit their usual game.] Can I kiss you?

[Claude's jerking startle relieves Sylvain of the notion that he should leave very quickly. Why he feels so utterly incapable of denying Claude.. well, anything, at the moment, he doesn't bother to unpack, but he knows down to his core he doesn't want to cause that kind of distress again. So he settles into the game. He tries to focus, but his mind wanders. More of those intrusive thoughts fight for the stage of his mind, and when he pulls away from them he's drawn instead by the warmth and firmness of Claude's thigh pressed against his own, of the heat radiating off of him, the way his curls fall around his face with the increased heat of summer and humidity... The little sheen of sweat on his face, in his clavicle.... oh, shit he lost. He needs to get it together!]

[He absolutely will not, though. Instead, Claude catches his eyes and there's a moment of utter blankness, not a single thought in his head but for Claude's beautiful green eyes and warm olive skin. Then he drops that question and all of Sylvain's thoughts come crashing back in only to land in a trainwreck of a jumble. He should say no, he should laugh it off and ask for another question. He's so affected already there is no telling what he might do if they start anything-]

To the winner go the spoils, [Is what he says instead.]

[The words are barely out of Sylvain's mouth before Claude is on him, one thigh sliding into Sylvain's lap as he leans up and in. Deft archer's fingers tangle in red hair as he claims his prize. It's no simple peck, either-- there's a hunger stirred up that leaves him clumsy in his eagerness, nipping at Sylvain's lip and nearly clicking their teeth together.

He snags one of Sylvain's hands in his own, guiding it to waist. He wants-- he's burning out of his skin with it.]

[While he didn't entirely intend to say that (much as he wanted to, he was sure he shouldn't-) even once he had, he didn't quite expect Claude to go for it as hard as he does. He practically climbs into Sylvain's lap, kissing with an utter lack of chastity, demandingly moving Sylvain's hand to his waist. He's swept up in the tides of it, laughing breathily in spite of himself when their teeth nearly knock together. Claude grabs his hair and bites at his lip and goddess help him he moans. Not a sweet little sound, either, but a full chested wanting.]

[A moment later he's squeezing Claude's waist and pulling back a little for air, breathing harder and faster than he rightly should be. Oh, yes, there is something going on here, with that jelly sting. He tilts his head up to the ceiling, trying to get his mind under control, even as he licks his lips for one last taste of Claude. His Claude- from his series of events. His chest aches.] I don't... want to lose control of myself... [He says between pants for air, slowly lowering his face to look at Claude again. He doesn't push him away, not even close, and there's a pleading in his eyes.]

[That low moan makes him shudder with lust. He's so overheated but somehow pressing close to Sylvain doesn't make it any worse-- it makes it better, actually. He tries to chase Sylvain's lips when he pulls back, pouting when he's held in place by the hand squeezing at his waist.

Dazed eyes clear once more at Sylvain's breathy words, the pleading brown gaze that meets his own. But Sylvain isn't pushing him away. His fingers in Sylvain's hair loosen their grip but don't pull away.] I want this, Sylvain. I want you. I have for a while now. [He admits softly, and it costs him some embarrassment but it'll be worth it if it helps at all.] Do you want me to stop?

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[There's something in the air (the chimes down by the beach, specifically) that has Claude thinking-- well, he's always thinking, probably too much honestly, but lately he's thinking a lot about Lorenz.

As much as the potential for anything any more emotionally intense than what they already have intimidates the hell out of him, there's a part of him that wants it. So, in typical Claude fashion, he starts to scheme. Lorenz deserves something special, after all, especially with how much he's helped Claude out since he arrived on that first island.

It's actually fairly simple when it comes down to it-- the best schemes always are. He finds them a secluded little spot on the beach and sets up for a romantic seaside picnic. He cooks up a simple two-fish sauté, forgoing his usual experimentation in the kitchen, and packs a selection of fruit for dessert. And, of course, there's everything they need for a pot of tea. He'll have to ask Lorenz to get the water boiling with some magic but hey, even Claude can't do everything. There's a blanket in the sand and a few more propped up with some sticks to create some shade, there's proper dishware, candles for when the sun has set, there's even some scattered rose petals-- all he needs now is Lorenz himself. He leaves Anise to guard the spot.

He keeps their eventual location a secret, simply saying he has a surprise for Lorenz. Thanks to whatever the Peacekeeper is doing, there's no need to advise Lorenz on how to dress-- that's taken care of for them as soon as they step onto the beach. Before they get within sight of the picnic spot, however, Claude stops them, turning to take both of Lorenz's hands in his with a pleading smile.] Close your eyes? Just for a little bit.

[He has to admit it's quite touching that Claude seems to have gone out of his way to set up this little surprise for him. It's not the sort of thing he's come to expect from Claude. From Zechs perhaps, maybe even from Sylvain or Ferdinand, but Claude is so careful to keep just enough distance for plausible deniability (to himself as much as anyone else) that it's a bit unexpected.

Which means, when he asks Lorenz to close his eyes he only pauses long enough to draw the hands holding his own up to his lips, kisses brushed over both knuckles, before he does as requested.]

Don't you dare let me trip on my skirt. I'd hate to tear it~ [A gentle tease because they both know he could mend it with ease via magic. It would be a shame though because the beachwear he has gotten is quite lovely and has such a design that should he want to toy with his form a bit unfastening the zipper would give enough room in the chest should he decide to favor a more feminine form.

For now, though, he's quite content not to maintain the background hum of active spellwork.]

[Claude's not sure what brings more heat to his face-- Lorenz's soft lips pressing to his knuckles, or how quickly he acquiesces to Claude's request. Some teasing remark about how easy it would be to trick Lorenz here sits on his tongue but he swallows it back-- Lorenz undoubtedly knows, but he's trusting Claude anyway.]

I'd never, it's a lovely skirt! [He says instead, gently squeezing Lorenz's hands. He's careful leading him over the sand, and it's very slow-going until they figure it out, but it's not too much longer until Claude is situating him right in front of his little picnic set-up.

There's a faint worry that it's not going to live up to all the build-up but as always, Claude can only feign complete confidence in his plan. He releases Lorenz's hands, stepping to the side and sweeping his arms out in a grand gesture.]

Alright, you can open your eyes!

[Anise chirps from on top of one of the cushions, then flies off, having done her solemn duty in guarding the spot. (In typical DTF fashion, she doesn't go far, but she'll leave them be for their ~intimate acts~)]

[Lorenz won't tell him as much but... he does summon up the faintest bit of wind magic to cushion his steps, prevent him from sinking into the soft sand despite the steep arch of his heels. It's an old ingrained habit for sandy terrain but doubly so now with the addition of heels and even moreso when following another's guidance. Not that he doesn't trust Claude completely but... well he's hardly well equipped for walking on the sand without.

Once they do manage to get to the correct location Lorenz furrows his brow slightly before permission is given and he blinks his eyes open. There's only the briefest moment Claude will have to worry before Lorenz' hands come up to his mouth covering a sharp gasp and the faint wobble in his lip that comes with the realization. There's so much implied in just this one gesture. The entire thing is unmistakably romantic and with how much Claude has always been careful to keep himself apart it's so very touching for him to be willing to make such a gesture.

Lorenz reaches out for him once more, taking his hand again both to keep him close and to allow the younger man to lead him over to the blanket and pillows properly, cheeks flushed a becoming shade of pink and his eyes the tiniest bit glossy.]

Claude... this is lovely.

[It's all he trusts himself to say, really. He doesn't want to make Claude uncomfortable by taking it too seriously but it's really so touching he can hardly bear it.]

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