【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[ The last thing that Vi remembers is the feeling of cold rain cutting through her skin like a knife.
Instead she awakes, bone dry and mildly delirious. Oil and water, but there's no water here but the faint sweat beading on her brow as panic momentarily wells up inside of her. She looks around, disoriented, expecting metal and concrete, like the last few days, weeks, were nothing but a dream. And then her vision focuses, and her panic parts, and for a moment she realizes that she's sitting in luxury, almost decadence, and her first thought is simply - Cupcake - but that isn't right, either. Nor can it be. Oil and water. She'll never set foot in the Kiramman house again, obviously, and she tells herself she wouldn't even want to.
But then where is she? Pillows, heavy blanket, curtains. That blearing alarm of some kind. She looks around for the source, before realizing it's coming from her wrist, and when she glances down she can see that she's not - dressed as she had been. No. She'd remember putting on a tux, she's sure of that, but here she is.
And she's not alone.
Again she has a flash of blue hair and cutely gapped teeth. Pushes it brusquely aside. That is over, that is a fantasy, and this is something else. Another time, she might be sweeter, but the thought has left her cold, and disoriented, and grim, and she wants to know where the fuck she is and who the fuck dragged her here, and not having the answers to that question is making her head hurt.
Only one person who might, she supposes, so she pushes gently but firmly at a shoulder. Maybe they don't deserve worse, so she'll be nice. Ish. ]
Get up. I don't usually share my bed with strangers.
02. YOU'RE HOT, CHOCOLATE [ Among the skills that Vi has had to learn on the street? Compartmentalizing.
She doesn't want to be here. That's just the kind of constant background noise of her mind. Piltover and the undercity are in a state of chaos, Powder is still on the run, Silco is still in danger of making trouble, the council isn't going to get anything done - but she can't worry about any of that at the moment, can she? She can't worry about what's going on outside the walls, because otherwise it's going to eat the inside of her mind with greedy, crumb-mouthed bites. She learned that, years ago, surrounded by concrete and iron and echoing, monstrous voices.
At least this is a prettier prison, full of prettier people. The thought of not being able to leave makes her skin itch and her bones feel tight, but she can live with it. So she tells herself, anyway.
So she stalks around, wanders, tries to get the lay of the land, and maybe it's inevitable she ends up there. A sweets shop, all baked goods and creamy treats and chocolate, and called Great Tit? Yeah, it feels like more than a bit targeted at her, and she stares at the cupcakes in the window with a slight dry displeasure before deciding that she isn't going to deny herself anything. Or let anyone else do it, either.
There's a crowd, thick and urgent and pushing. For something. For what? Eh, Vi isn't really that concerned with the details. It must be good and it must be delicious, and throwing her stamp on this place by taking something that she wants, even if she doesn't fully know what it is, sounds like just the way to get her head straight. The fact that this is terrible logic goes unconsidered. Once a criminal, always a criminal, maybe.
The truffles demand a fight, and they get one. Her fists aren't rusty, that's for damn sure, or her elbows, or her knees. She muscles her way through the crowd without much difficulty, surrounded mostly by the soft and fussy type that look like they belong topside, and very, very topside indeed. Pushes them aside and ends up stumbling out with a box in her hands containing - truffles, she guesses? She doesn't really care, about that or about Alessandro. She cares about a win. Besides, it's to help this game, right? 52? Maybe that's her ticket out, or into a brighter Piltover. Maybe she has to cling to that.
And a game demands playing. She zeroes in on someone quickly enough, bouncing the box in her palm. Someone pretty, and maybe someone that it looks like she can bulldoze over at first glance. This may or may not be a horrible judgement of character. ]
Hey there. Sweet treat for a sweet treat? [ she asks, holding the box somewhat proudly, with a crooked grin on her face. ]
03. GOING DOWN, OBVIOUSLY [ Claustrophobia, Vi thinks, is a strong word. Mostly because she doesn't like thinking that she has fear in her heart, or would ever enjoy admitting to it, because that's not the kind of person she is. Right? Right.
But the simple fact is, one can't spend years, years, trapped in a five-foot-by-five-foot box, no freedom, no escape, without developing a few, shall we say, hang ups about the matter. Vi was already not thrilled with taking an elevator down to the bottom floor, and she was pretty sure to begin with that she should have taken the stairs to begin with, but maybe, just maybe, she saw someone pretty slipping in through the door and decided to take a chance.
She needs to stop leading with her face. Or her heart. Or maybe something a little lower.
Because now the elevator has shuddered to a heart, and she is not thrilled with the matter. Less thrilled, in fact, that the large and ornate painting of two women in the room? Has gone ahead and started talking, and she's worried at first that she's been dosed with something, or - you are your sister's sister, aren't you? - no no, it can't be that - but then the other occupant of the elevator is reacting, too. At least she's not imagining it. Or crazy. ]
"Aren't you two cute? Show us some flirting, give us a treat! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit.
Not happening, [ Vi snaps, trying to turn away. It, of course, doesn't help. ]
What do we like? Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?"
[ And all Vi can do is turn her head, look over her should and shoot her companion a look. Should we? ]
04. WILDCARD BITCHES, YEEHAW [ or truly just pick the "go with god" option, I am down. vi is feeling scrappy and more than a little feisty at the moment on account of the kidnapping and the disorientation and the recently breaking up with her maybe romance because feelings are hard (tm).
as far as smut goes, i still need to put up a kink list but the answer to most things is "yes" and her "no" list isn't anything out of the ordinary. she likes topping but pretty girls can and sometimes do make her brain run out of her ears so do with that what you will. men are going to have an uphill battle at this point to get in her pants, and she's going to be, mmmm, shall we say brusque when she does indulge. good luck. ]
[ Don't get her wrong, Hilda has a healthy sweet tooth that she keeps to some level of moderation so she can watch her figure. And while she has been known to throw some elbows and act in somewhat underhanded ways to get her hands on the last sweet bun before the rest of her sweet-toothed, bottomless pit friends could the frenzy happening outside Great Tit! is a little too much for her.
Goddess knows she loves a show though. Even if some of the guests fighting for a box of truffles weren't easy on the eyes, it's an amusing sight to watch all the same. As curious as she is to try them, there could be other ways to try these frenzy-inducing truffles. Eventually it becomes apparent that some people are either walking away defeated or emerging victorious. One victor in particular draws her gaze thanks to the shock of magenta hair. Funny how they both seem to be thinking the exact same thing in slightly different ways: this looks like someone she'd have fun wrapping around her finger.
Hilda doesn't even have to budge from her spot. The woman's line is met with a flattered laugh as she does a quick glance around even though it's clear she's the one being addressed. ]
For me? You aren't going to have any yourself? You worked so hard for them after all.
[ Really, the girl just stands out too much. Pink hair, a softer and lighter color than her own, to go with fancy dress and wide, soft eyes - yes, Vi is in more danger than she realizes. She's weak to a soft femme, what can she say?
So why not take the opportunity to show off a little. Her tuxedo is now a little rumpled from her having a fight, but she likes to think it makes her look charmingly disheveled more than anything else. Though, she'll also straighten out the vest a little to try and look more respectable as she approaches. She can make a little bit of an impression, at least. ]
It was really more the principle of the thing. [ She shrugs a little as she says it. Her tastes always ran more towards the savory, anyway - but she knows the appeal of sweet. And this girl? Looks like one with a sweet tooth. ] I'd rather someone gets it who really enjoys it.
[ And Hilda is soft for a woman with muscles - ironic considering she's built her own swinging an axe around, but she's since learned how to artfully dress herself so that those aren't so apparent. This dress happens to do just that with its lace design that leaves just enough to the imagination.
Less talk about her and more about the roguishly disheveled woman in front of her though. Even the tuxedo can't hide the way her arms are built. The thought of being picked up by those arms is enough to send a maiden's heart fluttering. Hard to say if Hilda is imagining it when she's currently playing up the flattered damsel. ]
I'm flattered that you think I look as sweet as my tastes. It just doesn't feel quite right to take that from you without giving you something in return.
[ She hums, tapping her chin thoughtfully. ]
Is there anything you want? Anything that you haven't explored at the casino yet?
[ Rest assured, Vi's imagination is currently cooking a little. This girl does know how to dress, that much is extremely apparent, and Vi is looking respectfully. Mostly. It's already been a long day, on top of a series of long days stretching back just about as far as she can remember. ]
I'd say something like, 'a smile is reward enough,' [ with just a little bit of bass pushed into her voice, stuff and mimicking a more upper-crust, top-side style of accent ] But I guess I don't want to turn you down, either.
[ She continues to bounce the box in her hand lightly. Not enough to rattle around the truffles inside too much, but enough to dispel just a little bit of nervous energy. This place feels a little like a prison, but at least it's a nicely appointed one. And the inmates are better ]
Frankly, I'm pretty new here, so that's wide open. I know that clothes here are ridiculous and they didn't give me much money, though, so that's nice. [ Not that she's ever had much to begin with. She's used to this. ] Frankly, I'm all ears. Especially for you.
[ Listen she loves thick in all contexts and she is definitely delighted by this turn of events. How often do you get to flirt with someone attractive that just fought their way out of a mob to get their hands on some limited edition treats after all? She even had a sense of humor.
The put on tone and word for word phrasing makes her giggle a little even though it's tinged with something that probably sounds something like a snicker. It didn't matter that she had grown up in what would be the equivalent of top-side for Vi, making fun of nobles might as well be considered a pastime of her's at this point.
Hilda notes the bouncing motion but doesn't think much of it for now - there's more flirting to be done after all. It could be anything - nerves (adorable), or copious amounts of pent up energy (also adorable). ]
At the rate you're spoiling me I don't know how I'm ever going to keep up. [ She sighs. ] Unfortunately I'm new here too so all I can offer up is company to explore and enjoy the sights. I think I saw something about whipped cream and licking? But I'm sure we can find something to get up to.
[ Her eyes linger appreciatively on her face. ]
You look like the kind of person who gets into some fun trouble.
[ This isn't the first time the elevators have interfered like this, messing with the people stuck in them. Before the portraits have even finished their statement - demands, really? - he's already shaking his head and scraping a hand down over his face.
Fortunately, the elevators were large enough that they didn't trigger his own claustrophobia, but he couldn't say the same about other options here in the resort.
His voice, when he answers her unspoken question, is both exasperated and wry as he glances over with an amused look. ]
Trust me. Unless you have another option out of the elevator, they're not gonna let us out of here until they get what they want. As with most things in this resort, it's usually easier to just play along.
[ She would, of course, be asked this about a guy. Typical.
Vi looks him up and down a moment. At least he looks appropriately mortified, that gets him a few points in her book. If he'd tried to make a move, he probably would have gotten his nose broken - or she would have at least tried, she can see a fighter's frame when it's there - but no. He's not thrilled about this either. Congratulations, Sylvain, you live another day. ]
I mean, I could try to bust the doors down. It's tempting.
[ Very tempting, as it happens. She feels deeply uncomfortable in this space, and she'd really like to be anywhere but here. Especially with some spooky painting looking over her. But she's also missing her gauntlets and the doors do look pretty sturdy, so that's probably not gonna play to her favor. She huffs, her shoulders bunched near to her ears. ]
[ Thanks for not murdering him, Vi, he appreciates it.
Considering she looks even more uncomfortable than he does right now is impressive, actually. But he casts the eager paintings an annoyed look all the same. He's gotten more used to the "encouragement" this place is prone to giving them all to play the game, but siccing paintings on them while stuck in an elevator is pretty low.
Is this better or worse than the mirrored walls giving helpful (?) suggestions? He's not sure. It's less lewd, at least?
He gives her a rueful - almost apologetic - as he spreads his hands in a shrug. ]
Plenty, probably, but I don't know how many of them you'd approve of. And I'm a little worried you'll take it out on me instead of the doors. [ He's joking. Mostly. Trying to make light of shitty situations is more habit than anything, but it's certainly a useful self-defense mechanism in most situations. ]
[ She just studies him as he stands there. He's not, strictly, wrong. If he puts a hand somewhere she doesn't want it to go, he is liable to hear about it. Mostly in the sound of flesh and bone cracking together - and not, she suddenly needs to clarify, in the fun way.
But it's not like she has much of a choice, does she? She has a feeling that magic paintings can't be negotiated with. ]
Then start small, [ she finally says, folding her arms over her chest. ] You might wanna trust that instinct before you get too ambitious.
[ Of course, the rational part of her knows that it's not like he set this up - probably? it's pretty elaborate - so he's just as much a victim as she is. But that doesn't mean she's gonna make it easy on him to cross any lines, either. ]
My pants are absolutely staying on, for one thing.
[ He just gives her a very serious nod, despite the fact that a glint of amusement shows briefly in amber eyes as he holds his hands up and takes a step closer to her. ]
That’s fair. They’re very nice pants, after all.
How do you feel about starting with a kiss? Is that small enough?
[Harley has her own box of truffles, tucked neatly away in the sparkly message bag slung over one shoulder, having already fought that good fight herself, but the truffles aren't the only sweet thing at the Great Tit. After all, she'd seen the hot redhead fighting her way through the crowd. She'd stopped to watch, because who doesn't love a good catfight, and she'd been about to move on when said redhead strides out of the fray just like some kinda superhero movie star walking out of an explosion wearing a pair of shades, bouncing a box of truffles in one hand.
When she says 'hey there, sweet treat for a sweet treat?' Harley points a single finger at her own chest, eyes widening. Oh sure, she's all cleaned up after the Rough Fuckin' Day she's had, wearing a cute little pink corset with gold foil stars on it and a fluffy transparent skirt over a hot pink bikini bottom and a pair of thigh high star-print stockings over combat boots, and sure she's hot, but compared to this woman? Hoooly shit, no comparison.]
For me?
[Eyes still wide, hand still on her chest, she stares at the redhead, a little awed by her.]
Less cool, admittedly, when she starts to appreciate the pale drink of water that she's approaching. That is, she has to say, one of the most colorful and flamboyant outfits she's seen in a hot minute, and she is not far removed from checking into a brothel for information. (Just information, promise.) The stockings and combat boots are a nice touch, honestly, and her head tilts just a little as she takes that in.
And then realizes she's staring. Woops! ]
Well, I don't see anyone more gorgeous than you around here.
[ Still, she's going to turn on her charm, because she can at least brute force her way to some confidence. Play tough and never let anyone know they're getting to you, that's the name of the game. ]
[ Despite her own issues with enclosed spaces, elevators never bothered her in the same way. There were no chains, nothing truly constraining her-
Well, not normally. It turns out here there are apparently paintings holding people captive. It's novel enough that she's still more amused than anything. Her elevatormate though, understandably, isn't. ]
I mean, they've got a point... [ says Rosie, considering. ] That does seem like a pretty boring existence.
Besides, I don't mind if you don't. Not that I'll ever pass up the opportunity to flirt with a gorgeous lady anyway. [ Wink! Wonk!!
What can she say? She's a bit of a natural at this. ]
[ To be clear, Vi isn't thrilled about how this is going down. Or not, in fact, going down as the case may currently be, trapped and suspended god only knows how many floors up in this metal box. Her heart is going a little faster. She's trying to ignore.
But, things could be worse. The occupant she's trapped with is, at least, cute. That takes some of the sting out of things, though she is going to grumble a bit murderously towards the painting. ]
Doesn't mean they have to take it out on us, though.
[ She will, however, pause at that somewhat blatant flirting, turning to look at her crooked for a minute. Well, she's not going to take that lying down, is she? Not yet, anyway. ]
You know, that's usually my move. [ She reaches out, idly taking a lock of blonde hair between her fingers, because what is personal space, anyway. ] But you're right. There are worse things.
[ The murderous grumbling is entirely valid. Rosie is just too easygoing for her own good sometimes. (It's the trauma!)
She gives a small 'hm' of agreement though at Vi's point. Even if life is boring for these paintings, they could likely get their kicks somewhere else. ] Yeah, I mean, I'm sure if they just asked... Someone would be into it eventually, y'know?
[ Not that she isn't into it either way.
And it seems her attempt at flirting did manage to land and alleviate a little bit of the other woman's tension. That's good. Rosie's smile grows as her hair is touched; in fact, she'll take a subtle step forward. Testing. ] Sorry, didn't mean to steal your thunder. But can you blame me, with someone as good-looking as you?
[ At the end of the day, Vi is never going to really react well to being pushed or pressured into anything. It's not how she operates, and she's always chafed against most attempts at authority, one particular person excluded. And it's not like Vander would have ever tried for anything remotely like this, which feels like a grievous overstep on all accounts.
But, it must be said, as frustrating as it is to be locked in here by some magic talking paintings, well, they did at least pick an okay partner for the dance.
She's pretty, yes, and her smile inviting, Vi won't argue with that one. So as she steps in, Vi leans in a little closer, too, sliding her fingers further into that hair. Letting the soft golden strands play across her fingers as the space between them is steadily erased. ]
Mm, you're laying it on a little thick, huh. [ Not that Vi looks the slightest bit bothered. Her eyes are lingering on the other woman's lips for the moment, how they shape the words. How soft they are. ] You really are just as sweet as honey.
[Sorry, Wriothesley is being the most unhelpful guy right now. He's just got his arms folded as he leans back against one of the walls of the elevators. It isn't that he isn't sympathetic. He had been watching her the entire time as they got into the elevator.
He can tell she's struggling with something. He doesn't know what exactly, but her actions seem a little erratic. Her body was tense. Then again, if she isn't used to the hijinks of this place, there's probably good reason why she's like this.
He sighs when she looks at him.] I assume you're fairly new here? [He moves away from the wall to take a few steps forward.]
This place doesn't really care about keeping us stuck somewhere indefinitely. Got stuck in a storage closet once or twice. [He runs a hand through his hair.] Here's the thing. You can refuse, but they can wait us out more than we can wait them out.
[He thinks she's probably a sharp woman. She can probably figure out what they'll have to do.]
[ Don't think she hasn't clocked your indifference, beefcake.
Not that she's had too much time to think about it. She's still feeling too frustrated in this - place, and she's not loving a second of it. Should have taken the stairs. Stupid. Stupid. But she can't just stay rattling inside of her own head, either - she needs to get out of here, and he might be the only one who can help. Whether he's motivated or not.
She just shoots him a flat look. A storage closet? She wants to know how long - and then decides she doesn't, and what he had to do to get out even less. She's really getting tired of being kidnapped, and equally tired of men with more muscles than sense. ]
Well doesn't that sound fantastic, [ he finally mutters. She glances over at the painting, at the women, before deciding to just flip them off. If she's expected to give a show, she's gonna make her feelings known. ]
And I'm guessing by "cute," just calling you my little Shmoopsie and ruffling your hair isn't exactly gonna cut it.
[ She is, however, going to drag him down by his collar so she can do just that. Stupid giant. ]
[He likes to observe a bit first, okay. Also, not everyone takes too kindly to strangers barging into conversations.
Her look just makes him shrug in response. She probably doesn't want the sordid details of a round of seven minutes in heaven. Some resulting in giving blowjobs in a storage closet. He'll spare her the details.]
You get a bit used to the hijinks here after some time has passed. [He offers her a sympathetic smile finally. Her attitude makes him assume she's probably new to all this. It's a lot to take in, so he doesn't blame her.] I'm sorry I can't offer more about it.
[He has never had anyone call him little Shmoopsie in his life and he feels like he could have gone his entire life never being called that. Thanks.] Not my choice of nick-Woah! [Oh. Okay, hi. She could have just asked as he's yanked down.
Any other words die on his tongue as Vi starts to ruffle his hair and, well, he just kind of leans into the touch. Oh, come on, of course the guy with the stupid husky looking hair is going to be a bit weak to that sort of attention. How can he not? Eyelashes flutter and, man, he should rethink his life when he's so easily done in by a few pets to his head.]
[ She's going to roll her eyes, even though the idea that time is going to pass here doesn't fill her with confidence or comfort. She doesn't exactly want to be stuck here, thanks, she has entirely too much shit going on back home to waste time here. And the way that he says that seems to imply it could be a great deal of time indeed.
It's getting tempting to punch the doors open again. But she'll resist. She doesn't even have her gauntlets.
Instead, what she has is him, and an obligation. To be "cute," whatever that means. Well, this is kind of cute. Right? As initially startled as he is when she pulls on his collar and drags him down to her level, he leans into it. Flutters his eyes closed. Oh, yeah, very cute. She might not hate this. ]
See? Now you're being downright adorable. [ Her nails play across his scalp a little bit, raking down over the sensitive skin to help him feel more comfortable. Cozy? She doesn't know what she's going for here. He's a bit too big and beefy to be her usual taste, but up close like this, he is almost annoyingly handsome. ] Maybe this will get them to go easy on us, huh?
[ Except she has a feeling they're gonna demand more, and she's gonna have to figure out how far this will be allowed to go. ]
[ Tifa has been trying to pointedly look anywhere other than the incredible strong, attractive woman who has joined the elevator with her. She used to not understand people who got tongue tied around her; since coming here, she gets it too much. But she's succeeding, at least until the elevator comes to a stop.
She looks at the other woman almost apologetically. Clearly a new arrival. ]
It's...pretty harmless compared to the rest of this place. I'm okay with it if you are.
[ Which feels like a lie. Her heart is pounding a little, and she has to resist biting her lip. She doesn't mind kissing pretty girls, but definitely not if they aren't into it. And this one looks like she might be able to keep up in a fight. ]
I'm Tifa. Sorry we had to meet this way, but, it shouldn't be too bad.
[ Well, good news, Tifa. You're not the only one trying not to stare.
If Vi is honest, she did always have a thing for the dark-haired and elegant type, which this Tifa seems to fit to a tee. Fantastic body, too. It's the whole reason she hopped into the elevator in the first place, which now she's regretting but... not regretting it regretting it.
It could be worse.
She turns to look at her. Looks her up and down a moment, a quick scanning glance. Lingers on those lips. Yeah, if she has to, what, flirt with someone to get out of this? She can think of worse people to be stuck with. ]
Vi, [ she says, nodding her head. And then she approaches, reaching out to take Tifa's hand, and to reach up. Brush her fingers over her jaw. ] I mean, assuming you're okay with it, I don't hate the idea. Even if I wish there wasn't an audience.
[ And Tifa has a weak spot for direct assertive types and people who are unapologetically themselves. Which means she's forgetting to breathe for a minute when Vi steps into her space, taking her hand and brushing her fingers on Tifa's jaw.
This was...certainly easier than the last time she wanted to kiss a girl. Even if she still doesn't love the location. ]
I -- yeah. I'm very okay with it.
[ She bites her lip, her body freezing despite her instructions. Deep breath, Tifa. You've done this before.
She brushes her hand against Vi's neck, cupping it lightly, and her expression turns into a shy smile. ]
It helps that you're extremely attractive.
[ Look at her, flirting on purpose. And before she can turn red and chicken out, she presses her lips to Vi's, tugging just a little on her lower lip as their breasts brush each other. ]
[ Honestly, it's unfair how beautiful she is. Vi can see that momentary pause, that second where her brain basically has to turn over like a sputtering engine before she can make it work again, and Vi files it away that teasing this Tifa is going to be both easy and satisfying.
Which sounds absolutely perfect to her.
She sighs for a moment at that hand on her neck. Focuses herself on this, grounds herself in it, trying not to think of anything outside these four walls. No, anything outside of the girl in front of her, since she wants to think of magic paintings no more than she wants to think of the world she left behind.
So what if this is a rebound? Sometimes you just need one, and it's not like the fates are really giving her a choice in the matter one way or another.
Tifa doesn't give her much time to respond. Just leans in, and kisses her, and Vi is immediately responding. Her other arm goes around Tifa's waist, pulling her in a little bit closer as she cups her cheek, holds her in place. Kisses her slow, and almost soft, not too aggressive just yet. It's been a while since she's been properly kissed, honestly, so she's going to make up for lost time. She's going to enjoy this to the fullest.
It helps that the body pressing up against hers feels soft and so inviting. With a sudden burst of will, she presses Tifa back, pinning her against the elevator wall, as a soft hum rumbles into her mouth. ]
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[ The last thing that Vi remembers is the feeling of cold rain cutting through her skin like a knife.
Instead she awakes, bone dry and mildly delirious. Oil and water, but there's no water here but the faint sweat beading on her brow as panic momentarily wells up inside of her. She looks around, disoriented, expecting metal and concrete, like the last few days, weeks, were nothing but a dream. And then her vision focuses, and her panic parts, and for a moment she realizes that she's sitting in luxury, almost decadence, and her first thought is simply - Cupcake - but that isn't right, either. Nor can it be. Oil and water. She'll never set foot in the Kiramman house again, obviously, and she tells herself she wouldn't even want to.
But then where is she? Pillows, heavy blanket, curtains. That blearing alarm of some kind. She looks around for the source, before realizing it's coming from her wrist, and when she glances down she can see that she's not - dressed as she had been. No. She'd remember putting on a tux, she's sure of that, but here she is.
And she's not alone.
Again she has a flash of blue hair and cutely gapped teeth. Pushes it brusquely aside. That is over, that is a fantasy, and this is something else. Another time, she might be sweeter, but the thought has left her cold, and disoriented, and grim, and she wants to know where the fuck she is and who the fuck dragged her here, and not having the answers to that question is making her head hurt.
Only one person who might, she supposes, so she pushes gently but firmly at a shoulder. Maybe they don't deserve worse, so she'll be nice. Ish. ]
Get up. I don't usually share my bed with strangers.
02. YOU'RE HOT, CHOCOLATE
[ Among the skills that Vi has had to learn on the street? Compartmentalizing.
She doesn't want to be here. That's just the kind of constant background noise of her mind. Piltover and the undercity are in a state of chaos, Powder is still on the run, Silco is still in danger of making trouble, the council isn't going to get anything done - but she can't worry about any of that at the moment, can she? She can't worry about what's going on outside the walls, because otherwise it's going to eat the inside of her mind with greedy, crumb-mouthed bites. She learned that, years ago, surrounded by concrete and iron and echoing, monstrous voices.
At least this is a prettier prison, full of prettier people. The thought of not being able to leave makes her skin itch and her bones feel tight, but she can live with it. So she tells herself, anyway.
So she stalks around, wanders, tries to get the lay of the land, and maybe it's inevitable she ends up there. A sweets shop, all baked goods and creamy treats and chocolate, and called Great Tit? Yeah, it feels like more than a bit targeted at her, and she stares at the cupcakes in the window with a slight dry displeasure before deciding that she isn't going to deny herself anything. Or let anyone else do it, either.
There's a crowd, thick and urgent and pushing. For something. For what? Eh, Vi isn't really that concerned with the details. It must be good and it must be delicious, and throwing her stamp on this place by taking something that she wants, even if she doesn't fully know what it is, sounds like just the way to get her head straight. The fact that this is terrible logic goes unconsidered. Once a criminal, always a criminal, maybe.
The truffles demand a fight, and they get one. Her fists aren't rusty, that's for damn sure, or her elbows, or her knees. She muscles her way through the crowd without much difficulty, surrounded mostly by the soft and fussy type that look like they belong topside, and very, very topside indeed. Pushes them aside and ends up stumbling out with a box in her hands containing - truffles, she guesses? She doesn't really care, about that or about Alessandro. She cares about a win. Besides, it's to help this game, right? 52? Maybe that's her ticket out, or into a brighter Piltover. Maybe she has to cling to that.
And a game demands playing. She zeroes in on someone quickly enough, bouncing the box in her palm. Someone pretty, and maybe someone that it looks like she can bulldoze over at first glance.
This may or may not be a horrible judgement of character.]Hey there. Sweet treat for a sweet treat? [ she asks, holding the box somewhat proudly, with a crooked grin on her face. ]
03. GOING DOWN, OBVIOUSLY
[ Claustrophobia, Vi thinks, is a strong word. Mostly because she doesn't like thinking that she has fear in her heart, or would ever enjoy admitting to it, because that's not the kind of person she is. Right? Right.
But the simple fact is, one can't spend years, years, trapped in a five-foot-by-five-foot box, no freedom, no escape, without developing a few, shall we say, hang ups about the matter. Vi was already not thrilled with taking an elevator down to the bottom floor, and she was pretty sure to begin with that she should have taken the stairs to begin with, but maybe, just maybe, she saw someone pretty slipping in through the door and decided to take a chance.
She needs to stop leading with her face. Or her heart. Or maybe something a little lower.
Because now the elevator has shuddered to a heart, and she is not thrilled with the matter. Less thrilled, in fact, that the large and ornate painting of two women in the room? Has gone ahead and started talking, and she's worried at first that she's been dosed with something, or - you are your sister's sister, aren't you? - no no, it can't be that - but then the other occupant of the elevator is reacting, too. At least she's not imagining it. Or crazy. ]
"Aren't you two cute? Show us some flirting, give us a treat! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit.
Not happening, [ Vi snaps, trying to turn away. It, of course, doesn't help. ]
What do we like? Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?"
[ And all Vi can do is turn her head, look over her should and shoot her companion a look. Should we? ]
04. WILDCARD BITCHES, YEEHAW
[ or truly just pick the "go with god" option, I am down. vi is feeling scrappy and more than a little feisty at the moment on account of the kidnapping and the disorientation and the recently breaking up with her maybe romance because feelings are hard (tm).
as far as smut goes, i still need to put up a kink list but the answer to most things is "yes" and her "no" list isn't anything out of the ordinary. she likes topping but pretty girls can and sometimes do make her brain run out of her ears so do with that what you will. men are going to have an uphill battle at this point to get in her pants, and she's going to be, mmmm, shall we say brusque when she does indulge. good luck. ]
you're hot, chocolate
Goddess knows she loves a show though. Even if some of the guests fighting for a box of truffles weren't easy on the eyes, it's an amusing sight to watch all the same. As curious as she is to try them, there could be other ways to try these frenzy-inducing truffles. Eventually it becomes apparent that some people are either walking away defeated or emerging victorious. One victor in particular draws her gaze thanks to the shock of magenta hair. Funny how they both seem to be thinking the exact same thing in slightly different ways: this looks like someone she'd have fun wrapping around her finger.
Hilda doesn't even have to budge from her spot. The woman's line is met with a flattered laugh as she does a quick glance around even though it's clear she's the one being addressed. ]
For me? You aren't going to have any yourself? You worked so hard for them after all.
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So why not take the opportunity to show off a little. Her tuxedo is now a little rumpled from her having a fight, but she likes to think it makes her look charmingly disheveled more than anything else. Though, she'll also straighten out the vest a little to try and look more respectable as she approaches. She can make a little bit of an impression, at least. ]
It was really more the principle of the thing. [ She shrugs a little as she says it. Her tastes always ran more towards the savory, anyway - but she knows the appeal of sweet. And this girl? Looks like one with a sweet tooth. ] I'd rather someone gets it who really enjoys it.
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Less talk about her and more about the roguishly disheveled woman in front of her though. Even the tuxedo can't hide the way her arms are built. The thought of being picked up by those arms is enough to send a maiden's heart fluttering. Hard to say if Hilda is imagining it when she's currently playing up the flattered damsel. ]
I'm flattered that you think I look as sweet as my tastes. It just doesn't feel quite right to take that from you without giving you something in return.
[ She hums, tapping her chin thoughtfully. ]
Is there anything you want? Anything that you haven't explored at the casino yet?
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I'd say something like, 'a smile is reward enough,' [ with just a little bit of bass pushed into her voice, stuff and mimicking a more upper-crust, top-side style of accent ] But I guess I don't want to turn you down, either.
[ She continues to bounce the box in her hand lightly. Not enough to rattle around the truffles inside too much, but enough to dispel just a little bit of nervous energy. This place feels a little like a prison, but at least it's a nicely appointed one. And the inmates are better ]
Frankly, I'm pretty new here, so that's wide open. I know that clothes here are ridiculous and they didn't give me much money, though, so that's nice. [ Not that she's ever had much to begin with. She's used to this. ] Frankly, I'm all ears. Especially for you.
[ Lay it on a little thicker, why don't you... ]
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The put on tone and word for word phrasing makes her giggle a little even though it's tinged with something that probably sounds something like a snicker. It didn't matter that she had grown up in what would be the equivalent of top-side for Vi, making fun of nobles might as well be considered a pastime of her's at this point.
Hilda notes the bouncing motion but doesn't think much of it for now - there's more flirting to be done after all. It could be anything - nerves (adorable), or copious amounts of pent up energy (also adorable). ]
At the rate you're spoiling me I don't know how I'm ever going to keep up. [ She sighs. ] Unfortunately I'm new here too so all I can offer up is company to explore and enjoy the sights. I think I saw something about whipped cream and licking? But I'm sure we can find something to get up to.
[ Her eyes linger appreciatively on her face. ]
You look like the kind of person who gets into some fun trouble.
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GOING DOWN, OBVIOUSLY
Fortunately, the elevators were large enough that they didn't trigger his own claustrophobia, but he couldn't say the same about other options here in the resort.
His voice, when he answers her unspoken question, is both exasperated and wry as he glances over with an amused look. ]
Trust me. Unless you have another option out of the elevator, they're not gonna let us out of here until they get what they want. As with most things in this resort, it's usually easier to just play along.
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Vi looks him up and down a moment. At least he looks appropriately mortified, that gets him a few points in her book. If he'd tried to make a move, he probably would have gotten his nose broken - or she would have at least tried, she can see a fighter's frame when it's there - but no. He's not thrilled about this either. Congratulations, Sylvain, you live another day. ]
I mean, I could try to bust the doors down. It's tempting.
[ Very tempting, as it happens. She feels deeply uncomfortable in this space, and she'd really like to be anywhere but here. Especially with some spooky painting looking over her. But she's also missing her gauntlets and the doors do look pretty sturdy, so that's probably not gonna play to her favor. She huffs, her shoulders bunched near to her ears. ]
You got any cute ideas, then, pretty boy?
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Considering she looks even more uncomfortable than he does right now is impressive, actually. But he casts the eager paintings an annoyed look all the same. He's gotten more used to the "encouragement" this place is prone to giving them all to play the game, but siccing paintings on them while stuck in an elevator is pretty low.
Is this better or worse than the mirrored walls giving helpful (?) suggestions? He's not sure. It's less lewd, at least?
He gives her a rueful - almost apologetic - as he spreads his hands in a shrug. ]
Plenty, probably, but I don't know how many of them you'd approve of. And I'm a little worried you'll take it out on me instead of the doors. [ He's joking. Mostly. Trying to make light of shitty situations is more habit than anything, but it's certainly a useful self-defense mechanism in most situations. ]
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But it's not like she has much of a choice, does she? She has a feeling that magic paintings can't be negotiated with. ]
Then start small, [ she finally says, folding her arms over her chest. ] You might wanna trust that instinct before you get too ambitious.
[ Of course, the rational part of her knows that it's not like he set this up - probably? it's pretty elaborate - so he's just as much a victim as she is. But that doesn't mean she's gonna make it easy on him to cross any lines, either. ]
My pants are absolutely staying on, for one thing.
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That’s fair. They’re very nice pants, after all.
How do you feel about starting with a kiss? Is that small enough?
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you're hot, chocolate
When she says 'hey there, sweet treat for a sweet treat?' Harley points a single finger at her own chest, eyes widening. Oh sure, she's all cleaned up after the Rough Fuckin' Day she's had, wearing a cute little pink corset with gold foil stars on it and a fluffy transparent skirt over a hot pink bikini bottom and a pair of thigh high star-print stockings over combat boots, and sure she's hot, but compared to this woman? Hoooly shit, no comparison.]
For me?
[Eyes still wide, hand still on her chest, she stares at the redhead, a little awed by her.]
You gotta be kiddin' me.
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Less cool, admittedly, when she starts to appreciate the pale drink of water that she's approaching. That is, she has to say, one of the most colorful and flamboyant outfits she's seen in a hot minute, and she is not far removed from checking into a brothel for information. (Just information, promise.) The stockings and combat boots are a nice touch, honestly, and her head tilts just a little as she takes that in.
And then realizes she's staring. Woops! ]
Well, I don't see anyone more gorgeous than you around here.
[ Still, she's going to turn on her charm, because she can at least brute force her way to some confidence. Play tough and never let anyone know they're getting to you, that's the name of the game. ]
Why, no sweet tooth?
going down.
Well, not normally. It turns out here there are apparently paintings holding people captive. It's novel enough that she's still more amused than anything. Her elevatormate though, understandably, isn't. ]
I mean, they've got a point... [ says Rosie, considering. ] That does seem like a pretty boring existence.
Besides, I don't mind if you don't. Not that I'll ever pass up the opportunity to flirt with a gorgeous lady anyway. [ Wink! Wonk!!
What can she say? She's a bit of a natural at this. ]
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But, things could be worse. The occupant she's trapped with is, at least, cute. That takes some of the sting out of things, though she is going to grumble a bit murderously towards the painting. ]
Doesn't mean they have to take it out on us, though.
[ She will, however, pause at that somewhat blatant flirting, turning to look at her crooked for a minute. Well, she's not going to take that lying down, is she? Not yet, anyway. ]
You know, that's usually my move. [ She reaches out, idly taking a lock of blonde hair between her fingers, because what is personal space, anyway. ] But you're right. There are worse things.
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She gives a small 'hm' of agreement though at Vi's point. Even if life is boring for these paintings, they could likely get their kicks somewhere else. ] Yeah, I mean, I'm sure if they just asked... Someone would be into it eventually, y'know?
[ Not that she isn't into it either way.
And it seems her attempt at flirting did manage to land and alleviate a little bit of the other woman's tension. That's good. Rosie's smile grows as her hair is touched; in fact, she'll take a subtle step forward. Testing. ] Sorry, didn't mean to steal your thunder. But can you blame me, with someone as good-looking as you?
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But, it must be said, as frustrating as it is to be locked in here by some magic talking paintings, well, they did at least pick an okay partner for the dance.
She's pretty, yes, and her smile inviting, Vi won't argue with that one. So as she steps in, Vi leans in a little closer, too, sliding her fingers further into that hair. Letting the soft golden strands play across her fingers as the space between them is steadily erased. ]
Mm, you're laying it on a little thick, huh. [ Not that Vi looks the slightest bit bothered. Her eyes are lingering on the other woman's lips for the moment, how they shape the words. How soft they are. ] You really are just as sweet as honey.
GOING DOWN, OBVIOUSLY
He can tell she's struggling with something. He doesn't know what exactly, but her actions seem a little erratic. Her body was tense. Then again, if she isn't used to the hijinks of this place, there's probably good reason why she's like this.
He sighs when she looks at him.] I assume you're fairly new here? [He moves away from the wall to take a few steps forward.]
This place doesn't really care about keeping us stuck somewhere indefinitely. Got stuck in a storage closet once or twice. [He runs a hand through his hair.] Here's the thing. You can refuse, but they can wait us out more than we can wait them out.
[He thinks she's probably a sharp woman. She can probably figure out what they'll have to do.]
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Not that she's had too much time to think about it. She's still feeling too frustrated in this - place, and she's not loving a second of it. Should have taken the stairs. Stupid. Stupid. But she can't just stay rattling inside of her own head, either - she needs to get out of here, and he might be the only one who can help. Whether he's motivated or not.
She just shoots him a flat look. A storage closet? She wants to know how long - and then decides she doesn't, and what he had to do to get out even less. She's really getting tired of being kidnapped, and equally tired of men with more muscles than sense. ]
Well doesn't that sound fantastic, [ he finally mutters. She glances over at the painting, at the women, before deciding to just flip them off. If she's expected to give a show, she's gonna make her feelings known. ]
And I'm guessing by "cute," just calling you my little Shmoopsie and ruffling your hair isn't exactly gonna cut it.
[ She is, however, going to drag him down by his collar so she can do just that. Stupid giant. ]
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Her look just makes him shrug in response. She probably doesn't want the sordid details of a round of seven minutes in heaven. Some resulting in giving blowjobs in a storage closet. He'll spare her the details.]
You get a bit used to the hijinks here after some time has passed. [He offers her a sympathetic smile finally. Her attitude makes him assume she's probably new to all this. It's a lot to take in, so he doesn't blame her.] I'm sorry I can't offer more about it.
[He has never had anyone call him little Shmoopsie in his life and he feels like he could have gone his entire life never being called that. Thanks.] Not my choice of nick-Woah! [Oh. Okay, hi. She could have just asked as he's yanked down.
Any other words die on his tongue as Vi starts to ruffle his hair and, well, he just kind of leans into the touch. Oh, come on, of course the guy with the stupid husky looking hair is going to be a bit weak to that sort of attention. How can he not? Eyelashes flutter and, man, he should rethink his life when he's so easily done in by a few pets to his head.]
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[ She's going to roll her eyes, even though the idea that time is going to pass here doesn't fill her with confidence or comfort. She doesn't exactly want to be stuck here, thanks, she has entirely too much shit going on back home to waste time here. And the way that he says that seems to imply it could be a great deal of time indeed.
It's getting tempting to punch the doors open again. But she'll resist. She doesn't even have her gauntlets.
Instead, what she has is him, and an obligation. To be "cute," whatever that means. Well, this is kind of cute. Right? As initially startled as he is when she pulls on his collar and drags him down to her level, he leans into it. Flutters his eyes closed. Oh, yeah, very cute. She might not hate this. ]
See? Now you're being downright adorable. [ Her nails play across his scalp a little bit, raking down over the sensitive skin to help him feel more comfortable. Cozy? She doesn't know what she's going for here. He's a bit too big and beefy to be her usual taste, but up close like this, he is almost annoyingly handsome. ] Maybe this will get them to go easy on us, huh?
[ Except she has a feeling they're gonna demand more, and she's gonna have to figure out how far this will be allowed to go. ]
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She looks at the other woman almost apologetically. Clearly a new arrival. ]
It's...pretty harmless compared to the rest of this place. I'm okay with it if you are.
[ Which feels like a lie. Her heart is pounding a little, and she has to resist biting her lip. She doesn't mind kissing pretty girls, but definitely not if they aren't into it. And this one looks like she might be able to keep up in a fight. ]
I'm Tifa. Sorry we had to meet this way, but, it shouldn't be too bad.
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If Vi is honest, she did always have a thing for the dark-haired and elegant type, which this Tifa seems to fit to a tee. Fantastic body, too. It's the whole reason she hopped into the elevator in the first place, which now she's regretting but... not regretting it regretting it.
It could be worse.
She turns to look at her. Looks her up and down a moment, a quick scanning glance. Lingers on those lips. Yeah, if she has to, what, flirt with someone to get out of this? She can think of worse people to be stuck with. ]
Vi, [ she says, nodding her head. And then she approaches, reaching out to take Tifa's hand, and to reach up. Brush her fingers over her jaw. ] I mean, assuming you're okay with it, I don't hate the idea. Even if I wish there wasn't an audience.
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This was...certainly easier than the last time she wanted to kiss a girl. Even if she still doesn't love the location. ]
I -- yeah. I'm very okay with it.
[ She bites her lip, her body freezing despite her instructions. Deep breath, Tifa. You've done this before.
She brushes her hand against Vi's neck, cupping it lightly, and her expression turns into a shy smile. ]
It helps that you're extremely attractive.
[ Look at her, flirting on purpose. And before she can turn red and chicken out, she presses her lips to Vi's, tugging just a little on her lower lip as their breasts brush each other. ]
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Which sounds absolutely perfect to her.
She sighs for a moment at that hand on her neck. Focuses herself on this, grounds herself in it, trying not to think of anything outside these four walls. No, anything outside of the girl in front of her, since she wants to think of magic paintings no more than she wants to think of the world she left behind.
So what if this is a rebound? Sometimes you just need one, and it's not like the fates are really giving her a choice in the matter one way or another.
Tifa doesn't give her much time to respond. Just leans in, and kisses her, and Vi is immediately responding. Her other arm goes around Tifa's waist, pulling her in a little bit closer as she cups her cheek, holds her in place. Kisses her slow, and almost soft, not too aggressive just yet. It's been a while since she's been properly kissed, honestly, so she's going to make up for lost time. She's going to enjoy this to the fullest.
It helps that the body pressing up against hers feels soft and so inviting. With a sudden burst of will, she presses Tifa back, pinning her against the elevator wall, as a soft hum rumbles into her mouth. ]
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