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TDM #2

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Dark Paradise Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise

You awaken slightly disoriented on a beautiful, smooth stone floor. A look around will tell you that this place is a hilltop temple with a good view of the beautiful city below. On opposite sides of the temple are genderless depictions of deities. One is clearly powerful, made of onyx, held up in an imposing stance with one hand holding a gilded flogger and the other outstretched with an open palm as if to enforce a command. The other, made of polished white marble, has taken a knee to the dominant statue across from them. One of their hands is a vase for fresh flowers and you can see that new ones have been placed there today.

The music of an unseen harp begins to play and a golden light permeates the temple. Suddenly, you know what is happening here. The duality that is worshipped here, the figures in the temple, they have a name. The onyx one is Ceannasach and the marble one is Cuiristeach and together with their combined power they are the ones who have brought you to Parthas.

What is Parthas? Parthas is paradise! You have either been brought here because Ceannasach believes you contribute to your world in some glorious way and deserve to be honored and served or because Cuiristeach believes that you would be excellent in a service role, perhaps they even feel sorry for the state of your life back home and want to show you something better.

The deities here also brought you because they need lik which is the energy that allows them to exist. Lik is created in small amounts when you interact with other people, in greater amounts when you grow fond of certain people, and in greater still amounts when you begin to use physical affection. However, when you orgasm, that creates the purest form of lik there is.

Ceannasach and Cuiristeach reward you in a special way. When you have sex with your soulmate or your hjarta, your vördr, or spirit, leaves your body in a time-frozen moment to commune with the deities and ask for something big or small that you might like. Sex carries on as usual and only you will know that you asked for something. If you ask to be sent home, the deities will send you into a hyperaroused state when you least expect it. Hey, you offended them.

The deities also believe you should know of something they have placed in Parthas for your benefit. There is a river in a valley in the middle of housing that will give and take anything you like from your body if you should so wish. This can mean a illness, sadness, a memory or anything else, but be careful because this river runs on fickle magic.

As the harp music continues, you become aware of a new power of yours. You can hear any thought that any other person sends your way, even the ones sent accidentally, and you can see images and moving pictures, as well. Don’t limit yourself to one person! Send that thought to everyone!

The harp music comes to an eventual end and you are left with the knowledge the deities gave you. Your intuition leads you down a southbound path towards a city where a celebration seems to be taking place, if the colorful banners are any indicator. Welcome to Parthas!

Colors You're dripping like a saturated sunrise

Just as there was last month, there is a very important celebration happening this month, as well. Banners for Ostara hang all around the town and people have set up benches where they can decorate infertile hen’s eggs with edible paint. If you want to join in on that, it’ll be a single gold piece for a dozen eggs you can take home and eat.

People all around the city stand making quick snacks of their eggs, some salting them as they eat them as they are, little nuggets of protein that seem to give them an incredible, visible glow and more vitality than the city’s finest horses.

What no one is saying is that these eggs give you a more than healthy libido. Catch natives washing their eggs down with strong-flavored, pleasant tasting teas only to go out and kiss one of their neighbors. The teas, made from rare ingredients, are available a stands for two gold pieces a pop. Otherwise, enjoy that delicious egg taste when you lock lips.

Chandelier One, two, three, one, two, three, drink; Throw 'em back 'til I lose count

At Where The Wild Roses Grow, they have undergone a serious cleaning per the City’s request and opened up their steamy salt baths for couples. When you walk into this opulent establishment, sometimes you’ll see girls wearing nothing more than body jewelry. They’ll be the ones serving you champagne and hard-boiled eggs, always brightly colored.

The water is warm and soothing and E’Ara has sprinkled some of her favorite bath oils into the water to get you lovers smelling divine. The waters are drained and the tub is washed after each use.

Did we mention there’s free champagne?

More And when you decide it's your time to arrive...

You have been cordially invited to a night of dancing by the light of the sunset. The best food you’ve ever smelled is laid out on a table behind the dancefloor flanked by punchbowls and there are some weird chalk runes on the dancefloor that seem to have a faint glow. It’s a party, though, right? Once you start drinking that punch you won’t care about those runes at all. The only thing you’ll want to do is dance. Throw your head back, kick up your heels, and by all means, keep a hand on your belly. That’s not part of a ritual or anything.

Once the sun sets you’ll be exhausted and hungry. Dig into that food. Eat. Eat a LOT. Eat like a guy at a hot dog eating contest. You still won’t feel disgustingly overfilled, merely sated. After all, you’ve eaten plenty for yourself and the one inside of you.

NOTE: This is not a typical pregnancy plot. The details given in the FAQ still hold true. This plot will culminate in-game next month in an event.

This Is What Makes Us Girls And that's where the beginning of the end begun; Everybody knew that we had too much fun

With some people waking up today with baby bumps, whether man or woman, South City is a bit chaotic. People are all about buying ginger teas and maternity clothes and claiming their government stipend of 1,000 gold pieces for… whatever this is. The city is a mess, so most smart people are sticking to the neighborhoods.

Sam is out peddling icees and hot pretzels from his food cart through the neighborhood streets. There’s a strange woman in a rain parka wandering the neighborhood talking about the storm to come. On some street corners, musicians have gathered to play pleasant tunes.

The Temple Priests, however, are out and about telling everyone to get in touch with their feminine side. You’d better come up with a creative way to do that or else lose favor with the gods!

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Culture Shock (Arrival)

The first thing Angel realized when she woke up was that she was filthy compared to everything around her. She tapped on the Pip-Boy on her left forearm and frowned. The screen lit up and displayed her current pulse, a few other bits of status information as well as the date and time that it had been when she was last in Megaton. Tryingn to listen to the radio gave her nothing but static so she shut it off.

"Damn it," she muttered. At least waking up in a place like this was better than not waking up at all. There was always a chance that someone or something could sneak up on her while she was sleeping outside and just end her, but she had been asleep at her house in Megaton. It was the safest place that she knew of to rest. She talked with Moira about possibly heading north towards the Commonwealth or maybe west towards New California. Just for something new.

Shaking her head she headed towards the town and noticed the river. Now that could help her out. She knelt down at the water's edge and stuck her hands into the cold water and began to scrub her face. She was a nasty mess from the time spent in the Wasteland. She wished she wasn't so dirty. This place seemed so clean and she hadn't had a shower in ages.

She scrubbed away the dirt and worry, enjoying the feel of the cold water on her skin.

Colors

Angel didn't quite understand just how she had managed to get so cleaned up without spenidng a lot of time in a shower, but she felt better and more refreshed as she made her way towards where she saw all of the decorations. Her clothes were still a bit of a mess though. She had on a tattereed leather jacket with a snake patch on the back reading 'Tunnel Snakes Rule', a pair of tight fitting jeans and a short sleeved shirt and combat boots. She didn't like that she only had her pistol and a couple of knives on her right now, but that's what she had on her when she crashed.

But what was going on here? She glanced around, blue eyes wide with awe. She wasn't used to sights like this at all. The Capital Wasteland was starting to grow a bit, but all of the buildings were crumbling or looked like they could topple over at any time. There was also a lot more people around and they looked a lot healthier than some of the other people in the various settlements that she had been to.

"This is what the world could have looked like before the war..." She said to herself, just watching everyting around her. That was, until her stomach let out a rather large rumble. "Crap. When did I eat last..."

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While being able to use power armor, hack computers and even pick pretty much any lock, Angel wasn't smart enough to not drink strange drinks that were offered to her. The runes were ignored since she had no clue what they were. She held a cup of punch in one hand as she looked around, a different sort of hunger in her eys for now. While she was used to traveling alone, she was looking for some company tonight. It really didn't matter who, she just didn't want to be alone.

Finally spotting someone she finished off her drink and decided to make a move. She approached someone with a simple "Hello."

Smoothe. Really smoothe.

What Makes us Girls

Angel was not happy. She didn't even think that she could even get pregnant with everything that her body had been through in the Wasteland. And with her rather dangerous lifestyle, having a kid would make things even more dangerous for her. She groaned as she headed out to find something that would actually fit. At least now she had some money to be able to afford some new clothes.

"This is all sorts of fucked up," she muttered as she changed into a bright blue maternity dress. It reminded her of the blue of the vault suit that she used to wear.

Wildcard

Want something different? Hit me! I'll roll with just about anything. More information about her can be found here.

[ Kotomi had showered before even placing her own feet by the river. It was only right to do so for what was probably a sacred place. Only after she has set her clothes on the side of the river, readied some towers, and set some books by the side of the river (because of course she does), it is when she lets her body descend into the water. ]

[ She had prepared herself to bring towels, treating this as if this was a hot spring. As new as she was to the world outside of her libraries by only three years, she remembered the customs that were necessary to keep those places tidy. ]

[ It is why she looks confused when she watches a woman slide into the water, without having showered first... but when she looks at where the grime, dirt, and waste all goes, it all seemingly disappears. Not sinking in the water, but being absorbed by it. Disintegrated. Purified. Kotomi watches in awe, mouth opening in a silent gasp. ]

[ Noticing the stranger might need something else, she instead wades through the water, and offers her a towel. ]

Would you like a towel, miss?

[Angel jumped in surprise as she heard another voice. She had not been expecting anyone else and hadn't been paying that much attention. Damn it, Angel. Get your mind back in the game. You could get killed zoning out like that.]

Shit. Sorry. Yes. Thank you.

[The other woman didn't look like much of a threat, but Angel was a different story. Five and a half feet of scars and muscle built up from years wandering the Capital Wasteland. The visible parts of her arms were criss crossed with various scars, claw marks, thin knife wounds, a couple of odd burns and healed bullet wounds. Her back had the worst of them. 3 large claw marks that ran from her right shoulder to left hip, narrow at the ends and a couple of inches wide in the middle.]

[ Kotomi bolts back a little with the sudden reaction. She eased down a little as the woman did, but noticed the rest of the scars on her toned, bronze body. The cuts. the claw marks. The bullet holes. ]

[ The burns. ]

[ For a moment, Kotomi feels terror -- not of her, but for her. Her heart hammers, she places her hand over her large chest... Breathe, Kotomi reminded herself. She tried inhaling, and exhaling. ]

Are you alright, Miss? Do you... do you need help?

[ Just as well, she realized there was a more important question. ]

Are you as new as I am?

[The scars, while numerous, were old. Angel looked over her arms and what she could of her back.]

Hmm? I'm fine. These are old. I just woke up. Still don't quite understand what's going on here, but I'm not hurt. At least, not yet.

[She offered the other woman a friendly smile. While she might swear a lot and have no filter, she was friendly and enjoyed helping people out in her own unique and smartass way.]

It's better than where I came from at least.

[ Kotomi paces herself down. She slows her heartbeat down. She relaxes. Old scars. It's past. It's okay. ]

[ She then looks up at the woman. ]

I am noticing quite a lot of individuals claiming to be from many different places. Half them from quite different stories about what their Earths are. Compared to many of the people here, I came from a peaceful version of Earth.

[ A part of her pouted with the 'not yet' part. She hoped this woman would not be hurt while in here. Kotomi then looked aside, at her pile of books, food box, and tea she had made for herself. ]

Would you like to talk over food? I have wanted to hear the stories of others, in order to compare notes.

I'd love that. I'll try to be careful. I've had a pretty rough past few years and it's not all very nice.

[She motioned to the scars on her body. She probably wouldn't tell Kotomi about the mental scars she had from various things like the Deathclaw that almost killed her or the revenge she got at Raven's Rock.]

I'm Angel. It's nice meeting you and I'm sorry for scaring you earlier.

[ Kotomi paused, as looking at the woman in curiosity, as if processing the social interaction. She then bowed. ]

My name is Kotomi Ichinose. I am from Japan, but I work in America as a Doctor in Advanced Physics. I would like to be friends with you.

[ Changes in her life had her need to change her introductions, as old friends taught her. But her name and her desire to have friends have remained consistent. ]

[ Kotomi offered her slender hand to lead Angel back to her side, noticing how easy it was to wade by the river. At the edge, where she first dove her exposed feet in, there was a pile of folded clean towels, another for her folded and tidy clothes, and finally a square box with a canister. Her lunchbox and green tea. She opens them, offering them to Angel. ]

It is alright. I have to get used to this world, myself. It is scary, knowing I am no longer home. But just as well, I was taught not to ignore the beauty of the world.

[ Or in this case, all worlds. ]

[Advanced Physics? Wow. She was incredibly smart. Angel understood how to survive, but she didn't really have a lot of "book smarts". She knew some things, after all, her father was a doctor, but a lot of books were gone now.]

That's amazing. Unfortunately where I'm from, America has pretty much been destroyed.

[She shook Kotomi's hand. Her own a little bit bigger and rather rough from her years of living out in the wasteland. She followed the other woman and began to dry off. She felt better now that the grime from the wasteland was gone.]

Destroyed...?

[ Her eyes look up in a sudden sadness, before looking down. Unfortunately, every single book of history she had read always put it as a disturbing possibility for any civilization. And if there were infinite worlds, then there were those where the world just... ended.

Her parents told her to see the beauty in the world. By the relationships made, by the life you bring out, by the tastes and knowledge you may find. For Angel, Kotomi hoped she would find it. ]

I am so sorry. Words can't describe what... something like it must be. [ she then held Angel's hand.] but whatever this world is, I hope it can be made paradise for the two of us.

[ Kotomi then pops the lid of her shared meal open. Boiled sliced chicken egg, salmon over white rice, fried chicken, a salad with neatly chopped ingredients, small sandwiches. All made with fresh ingredients, and cooked and made to perfect taste. ]

Joel's already cleaning up when the woman approaches. Normally he wouldn't bother, it's not like he's got anybody to keep up appearances for and Ellie's pretty good at telling him when he's really starting to reek, but this place is so...civilized. Like how things were Before. So he took to the river to wash himself, clothes hanging on nearby branches, but the newcomer caused him to freeze on reflex, fingers flexing, itching for his gun that was just out of reach.

"You got the same idea, huh?"

Angel jumped, a bit surprised as she heard another voice. She hadn't started to get undressed just yet, but she was about to. She had her shirt pulled partway up, just enough to give a hint of the scars that ran from her right shoulder to left hip.

She mentally scolded herself as she adjusted her shirt and glanced over at Joel for a moment and then looked away. She was used to public showering, but she did have some manners. "Sorry. Just wanted to get some of the grime from the Wasteland off before heading into town."

He catches the sight of the scars, because he's gotten good at looking. At paying attention, because the second you don't can be the difference between life and death. They're not bites, and anyway even if they were they wouldn't have healed up like that. He doesn't care about the rest of it, any semblance of pride's been burn out a long time ago. But he kept it decent, at least, sunk down enough she wouldn't see anything she might not want to, and shrugged.

"Nothin' wrong with that." He considered for just a beat, turning her words over, before adding: "Wasteland?"

"The Capital Wasteland. It's where I'm from," she began. She glanced down at her Pip-Boy. "Last I knew it was 2281 and the world was still screwed."

She thought about things for a moment. This wasn't the Wasteland and it would be safe to say that others would be from different places. She might not be the smartest girl around but she could still piece things together.

"It's a bit of a long story but to put it simply a couple hundred years ago the world went to hell. Nuclear apocalypse. I'm just trying to survive in it."

The first part doesn't ring a bell, but then she cites the year and it makes a little more sense. Hell of a lot further than he is, for starters.

"Nuclear apocalypse, huh? Shit, and I thought it was bad enough dealing with Infected."

"Infected?" Now it was her turn to ask things. She moved a short distance away, enough to still be able to communicate, but also enough to give the illusion of privacy. Clothes started to come off. Starting with the tattered leather coat and then moving down to the odd looking pistol holstered on her leg. Bit by bit her clothes came off and he could see the scars on her back and the ones that crisscrossed her arms.

She quickly began to scrub at bits of her. She was used to scrubbing quickly whenever she had a chance.

Cassian is feeling slightly more relaxed than the last time there was a dance. Probably because there's no competition associated with it, so he won't feel as if he needs to measure up. But still, he hesitates, just observing and enjoying the cheerful mood of the people. Some might be stubbornly insisting that this place is a prison, but if so its the happiest prison Cassian's ever found himself in. There are worse things.

He's preoccupied with these thoughts and doesn't notice the woman approaching until she speaks. He blinks and turns to her, smiling a little. "Hi." He looks her over, tilting his head slightly and giving her a quizzical look. "Just arrived?"

"Yeah. Just trying to figure things out. This place is a big change for me," she said as she gave him a friendly smile. She needed to get to know some people before she tried to figure out what she was going to do to try and get back home.

"I'm Angel."

Cassian just nods, deliberately not thinking about the prison he left. "Yeah. Hear that a lot."

She's so friendly and forthright he believes that's actually her name and not an alias. He offers a hand to shake. "Cassian."

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TDM #2

TDM #2

The Lone Wanderer (Angel) || Fallout 3

Culture Shock (Arrival)

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