【 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. 💕
[Waking up in bed with the idol called Hiyori Tomoe is a dream, a fantasy, and a once-in-a-lifetime golden opportunity all rolled into one. Everyone dreams of it, but few will ever to experience it!
Still, all dreams must come to an end, and this one ends in a rather predictable place. Shrill, horrified screaming, followed by Hiyori accusing his bedmate of being a perverted stalker-slash-kidnapper and threatening to sue them (if male), or threatening to sue the powers that be for orchestrating this whole situation (if female). Perhaps things would've gone more smoothly if he was a sloppy drunk like Rinne-senpai, or if he still had the habit of hooking up with random girls to stave off his loneliness. But Hiyori Tomoe is an exemplary idol, and he can say with absolute confidence that he'd never get hitched to some stranger and then get too sloshed to remember it later! Someone is out to sabotage, pure and simple.
But all the excitement and accusations die down once it becomes clear that he's not in any immediate danger, and that his bedmate is just as clueless as he is. They're fellow victims, which means they ought to join forces against whoever kidnapped them! If they work together, they might just be able to unravel this whole mess.
But first: breakfast. You can't fight a saboteur on an empty stomach! And Hiyori is dearly tempted by the admittedly impressive breakfast spread that's been laid out for them. It has all his favorites, including miniature salmon quiches with spinach. There's no way he could resist, even if he wasn't already feeling ravenous. But there is one issue here.
There's no way the second son of the Tomoe family, and a popular celebrity, is stupid enough to start blindly eating food prepared by his kidnappers. And that's where his so-called newlywed "spouse" comes in.
He breaks off a piece of salmon quiche and passes it over on a miniature heart-shaped plate.]
Mind testing this for poison? It looks absolutely delicious, but I can't trust it!
2. Welcome / ELEVATORS
[Although Valkyrie's Shu Itsuki might label him a "philistine," Hiyori does have some appreciation for art, a product of his noble upbringing. And he's more than a bit surprised to see such famous pieces on display in the elevator, including one by Delacroix he'd referenced in a conversation not too long ago. Shouldn't that be at a museum in France somewhere...? Of course, he's never seen the real thing though, so it's probably just a reproduction. Yep, that would make sense! Though those brushstrokes seem awfully real...
So distracted is he that he temporarily forgets why he boarded the elevators in the first place (he's in search of an escape route, that's why!) But he's not thinking about art when the elevator comes to a sudden stop. All at once, he's thrown into a panic; that's right, of course the free gifts and breakfast buffets wouldn't last forever! Looks like the real sabotage is about to begin.
But what happens next is more baffling than horrible, as one of the paintings starts to talk. "Show us some flirting, give us a treat?" Hiyori stares at the Teasing Trio for a moment, then points a finger at himself slowly.]
Er... you mean me and this other person?
[He glances from the stranger he got trapped with back to the portrait, who confirms, with enthusiastic giggles aplenty, that yep, that is exactly who they mean. Very strange, and somewhat off-putting! Though, as an idol, Hiyori's no stranger to doing that sort of stuff on-demand.]
I don't mind giving you some fanservice, but I'm not too keen on roping someone else in. How about I flirt with you instead? ♪
[He gives the portrait a wink. It's a tantalizing offer, or at least it would be to one of his fans. Any one of them would kill for someone one-on-one flirting! But the trio, unbelievably, rejects this proposition, insisting that no, they really do want him to flirt with the person he's trapped with. He sighs and turns to his companion.]
How tiresome... Well, we might as well get this over with, I suppose.
3. Free Love / THE NEST
[So it's been a few days, but let's just say that someone still isn't too happy about being plucked out of his dorm room (at a pivotal time in his career, no less) and thrust into a so-called "luxury resort" where people call him weird names like "Wildcard" and goad him to do crude things with people. Nope, he's not remotely happy about that at all, and he still intends to sue as soon as he gets out of here.
But he's also never been one to wallow in misery. That won't bring him any closer to his goal of getting back to his friends, and that won't be fun for him or anyone. While he's stuck here, he might as well take advantage of the few "luxuries" this place has to offer, and indulge in his favorite hobby: shopping! Time to blow off some steam!
He's carrying a gigantic armful of clothes, which include everything from colorful menswear to frilly socks and accessories. There might even be a skirt and a sexy sweater in there, too. But that doesn't mean he's given in and decided to play the game, or anything; don't get the wrong idea. He just plans to admire himself in the mirror, that's all! And maybe take some pictures to boost his spirits.
But alas, he's carrying too much, which is why he decides to approach the nearest person he sees and thrust the clothing out to them. With a friendly smile,]
Excuse me! Would you mind holding some of this for me?
(OTA 16+, character is 19 years old. If you want me to set up anything feel free to PM!)
[It's a few nights before New Year's and there's a lot that's weighing on his mind. Not just the competition, but also Nagisa's well-being and the special task he was entrusted with. The stack of postcards sits on his desk—he's almost done tweaking them—and it feels like having a bomb inside his room, one that isn't due to explode anytime too soon, but which he has no idea how to diffuse. Through it all, his friend's words echo in his ears, reverberating long after he's laid his head down to rest. "What you do with them is up to you, Hiyori-kun." Honestly, he wonders if Nagisa has any clue how much stress he's caused…
But he couldn't turn him down. He can't reject a request from Nagisa—not when it feels like his friend might finally be asking for help, after struggling on his own with some private problem for so long. Nagisa giving him this task means that he trusts him, trusts Hiyori to figure out his intent, and Hiyori could neverbe tray that trust. So even though he's not sure what's going on, and even though the whole thing seems questionable on multiple levels, he'll do whatever he can to help. Even if this plunges things into chaos, which it just might do.
He goes to bed early, knowing he can't afford to lose beauty sleep with the competition coming up so soon. In spite of everything weighing on him, he falls asleep quickly. And that's the last thing he remembers: going to bed alone, albeit with Rinne and Kanata asleep in their own beds. Tomorrow he'll ask Jun to distribute the postcards, and then the pieces will fall where they may, and the real competition will start. Or so he thinks, but...
Where even is he?
He wakes to a sound that's not his alarm. Though he can't see his alarm, his nightstand, or anything else in the room, because there's some sort of canopy hanging over his bed! ... Or this should be his bed, but since when did his bed have all these heart-shaped pillows? Don't get him wrong, they're cute, much cuter than the isopod plush he unfortunately goes to bed with every night, but he never put them there! And his bedspread seems to have been changed out for something pink and fluffy.
Which isn't the only cause for alarm, or even the main one. As he sits up, he realizes his nightclothes have also been swapped out. He's wearing a full suit! White with gold trim and a silk jabot, complete with white lace-trimmed gloves. And when one of the sleeves rides up, he finally figures out where the beeping is coming from: it's coming from the watch thing on his arm! Which is chunky and inelegant, not the sort of watch he'd ever buy for himself, and needless to say, he didn't put it on last night!
He fumbles with the device to stop the beeping, frowning as he stares down at the message. What does "GP" stand for? No idea! (And boy, is he tired of all these abbreviations he can't keep track of!) What "deck" are they talking about? No clue either! What even is this: is this the start of a new, never-before-seen stage in the competition? Or is it a message from his captor, or what?
Well, first thing's first. He has no clue what's beyond that canopy, and anyone could be waiting just outside the bed. So first, he'll need to peek out there! He pulls back the covers, careful not to make a sound as he slides out from underneath them. But then...]
…… hm?
[He stares, dumbly, at the lump in bed next to him. He'd thought it was a pillow; turns out it's a person! Peeling back the covers reveals a small blond head resting on one of those heart-shaped pillows, their expression peaceful and unguarded. A superfan might recognize them right away, but a more casual fan might not; after all, the person's striking red eyes are closed, it's just their head peeking out, and they've got quite a case of bedhair.
But Hiyori Tomoe, who is neither a casual fan of Ra*bits nor a mega-fan, recognizes them at once, because he's seen that sleeping face up-close before. They've even shared a bed together!]
Nazuna-kun?
[It comes out a hushed whisper, him trying to keep quiet in case there's someone out there. Leaning over the boy's sleeping frame, he prods at one round cheek with a gloved finger. If that doesn't wake him, he'll move onto pinching next!]
Nazuna-kun, Nazuna-kun! Is that really you?
elevators, so glad hiyori comes after enstars confirmed what leo calls him
[ Leo was paying absolutely zero fucking attention to anything after he got on the elevator. Actually, he's not even sure how long ago that happened? He looks up when he hears someone speaking in a voice that kind of sort of niggles at the back of his brain and blinks. He'd been scribbling away in a notebook which is basically his natural state of being and when he surfaces to eye Hiyori it's with actual surprise. He'd been all hoodied up and hunched over so when he actually uncurls out of his corner (where he'd been basically acting creepy by dint of lurking and scribbling while mumbling to himself, admittedly) he offers a confused grin. ]
Oh, it's Hiyo~! What's up!
[ He hasn't even noticed the elevator is stopped and wasn't listening to anything the paintings have said or done. Hello, he is here to be USELESS, what else did anyone expect from him. ]
Good timing, sing this for me, will you~! [ And instead of flirting he's shoving his notebook in Hiyori's face. ]
[Hiyori, in turn, was paying no attention to the person he got trapped with. It's just an elevator ride, he's supposed to be out of there in seconds, and anyway, he hasn't seen a single familiar face since he arrived. Of course he wouldn't assume the hooded figure could be someone he knows. He doesn't associate with any suspicious characters who hang around in elevators all hunched over and mumbling creepily to themselves! And it goes without saying that he doesn't want to flirt with such a person.
But wait a second here.
His brows shoot way up when he hears the familiar nickname, said in a familiar voice. Not that they know each other too well, but it's almost New Year's where he left off. Christmas wasn't that long ago. And that definitely sounded like—]
Huh? Leo-kun? What are you doing he—hey!
[He pushes the notebook aside and glares at his companion.]
Don't just shove things in my face! That's a horrible way to greet someone!
Don't get so hung up on the details, Hiyo~~! [ Which means he continues to wave his notebook around, although at least less in Hiyori's face and more just in his general direction. It's fine (?) maybe (?) but at least Leo doesn't seem remotely bothered by where he's found himself. Mostly because he's been here for a while now so it's not like news.
Hiyori is news, and unlike Rinne he actually remembers Hiyori's name (help, save Rinne) so this is amazing. ]
Anyway, I got in here 'cause I liked the music! [ A...while ago. How long was that? He doesn't know. He got distracted and birthed a masterpiece and really that's all that matters, clearly! ]
[Deuce had been doing a little bit of shopping himself, or rather, window shopping. It was tempting to splurge, but he knew that his future was uncertain right now, so wouldn't it be better to save for a rainy day and only buy the essentials?
So he'd started to space out when a mass of clothes was dumped into his arms. Deuce staggered, but fortunately, he was able to right himself. This was the strength gained from athletics training and shopping trips with his Mom.]
I... guess I can. What are you even doing with all of this?
[Saving for a rainy day and buying only the essentials has never, ever been the Tomoe family motto! Or at least it's not the motto of the Tomoe family's second son, well-known for his excessive spending and frivolity.
Anyway, looks like he picked well. A blue-haired teenage boy standing at 173 centimeters tall? Subconsciously he might've been thinking, "Yep, there's someone who will do my bedding!" And since the boy accepts the clothes, Hiyori continues right on browsing, already thumbing through another rack.]
Hm? Buying it, what else! And trying things on, I suppose. There's nothing else to do around here. I know there's those casino games, but I don't much care for that sort of thing. This is much more my speed.
[He then pulls a frilly blouse off the rack and starts examining it.]
[You know …he followed because he thought that was a familiar head of cabbage he spotted in the distance, and Tatsumi was perhaps a little desperate for a familiar face.]
[He was not expecting being thrust with a bunch of clothes before having the chance to greet him.]
Ah, no, of course I don’t mind, Hiyori-san. It’s wonderful to see you in such good spirits.
[No, scratch that. He's dropping them on the floor.]
—Tatsumi-kun?!
[His eyes go wide. It's been days, he hasn't found anyone from his unit or received any sign they're on the way to rescue him. But of all people, he finds Tatsumi-kun? That saintly man, in a place like this?]
[Ah, oh no, he dropped everything. He will help him pick those up.]
That’s a fantastic question. I haven’t found the answer yet. I was curious if you might know more than I do about this situation, since it’s quite troubling!
[Speaking of sloppy drunks, guess which sloppy drunk he's waking up with?]
Uuugh...
[Why the hell is Hiyori yelling so loudly first thing in the morning? That guy can be demanding and inconsiderate to Rinne's terrible sleeping habits at times, but he also thinks he's above screeching like a banshee. You know, things Rinne appreciates when he's suffering from a hangover. Why is he even yelling this time?]
Shut up, Hiyori-chan, why the hell're ya so loud?
[He's not feeling charitable, or apparently alert, because he probably should have clued in on the fact that Hiyori was here. Either way, his tongue is looser and ruder than usual, sorry about that.]
[The groaning from his bedmate only sets off more alarm bells. Oh no, they're alive! Not that he wanted to wake up with a dead person, but what if they try do something awful to him? He's got no weapon on-hand, and there's nobody like Jun around to protect him! Which means he has no choice: time to grab one of those heart-shaped pillows and prepare to suffocate! But just as he's started holding it over the man's head and prepared to strike...]
Huh? ... Oh, it's just you?
[He exhales a long sigh of relief and lowers his arms.
But wait—just because it turned out to be one of the two people who actually belongs in his room doesn't mean things are all hunky-dory! As a matter of fact, Rinne's presence in his bed raises all sorts of questions! Questions he doesn't hesitate to ask in an accusatory manner.]
What on earth are you doing here? And where'd my comforter go? You didn't change it out for this pink one, did you? And you definitely didn't undress me and put me in this outfit, right? You'd better not have. That'd be wrong on all sorts of levels! I'd have no choice but to sue!
[ so maybe getting in an occupied elevator had been a stupid idea, given everything that had already occurred in the like, what, four goddamn hours since he woke up? there was pretty much no way something like this wasn't going to happen, was there.
raika watches the exchange between hiyori and the portrait's trio of trappers in silence, with the steely glare of someone who knew a challenge when he heard one. not that he'd have been disappointed if hiyori's attempt to charm the painting had worked, but if they've gotta do it.... ]
This isn't my kind of fanservice.
[ so yeah that doesn't mean he knows where to start when it comes to flirting, though. the prompt for hiyori to take the "first turn" is pretty clear. ]
[He hasn't been paying much attention to the stoic guy with glasses. Sorry, but the art on the walls is a lot more eye-catching! And Glasses Boy seems much too serious for flirting. Which Hiyori can't exactly fault him for, given the circumstances, but does someone like him even know how flirting works?]
Hm? Does that mean you do have a type of fanservice?
[It's not a tease. Hiyori means the question seriously, peering at the boy with curiosity in his eyes. He hadn't expected someone so serious-looking to know what "fanservice" even is!]
Whatever it is, you ought to tell me! That sort of information will help me flirt with you better, after all. I promise not to laugh, even if it's something truly embarrassing, so don't be shy, alright?
[ what the hell kind of job was this guy assuming he had, where his fanservice would be embarrassing? raika shrugs the robe he'd taken from the lobby defensively around his shoulders, clearing his throat before speaking. ]
It's just more traditional. Signings, handshakes and the like.
[ efforts he had improved over time, with some encouragement from his peers that he could afford to be just a little bit friendlier and it wouldn't dampen his image. he pushes up his glasses, tilting his head in consideration. ]
I don't have anything against your approach, though.
[ at least not anymore. while he used to think the winks and waves of the more outgoing tournament participants were useless in the field of competition, their value was undeniable when it came to maintaining support. he wasn't going to ignore results when he could see them with his own eyes. ]
[ okay, second son of some family. how about sharing a bed with a second prince???
except--- in this bed, in this resort, those titles and fame and what-have-you means absolutely freaking nothing. they are all ranks and suits. or rather, that would be how a pragmatic person would view it. personalities shouldn't mean anything when it comes to creating hands. crafting their own solutions to the problem of 'how the hell did i wake up here'? but therein lies a problem.
specifically, it's leona not giving a heck.
as he's being woken up by another person. a stranger who wishes to not get poisoned by what leona assumes is mysterious yet appetizing foods, he simply covers his head with the comforter before responding. ]
How 'bout this? Ya eat first. If ya think you're gonna die, I might save your life. Deal?
[Just because his underclassman calls him "Princess" doesn't mean he's in search of a prince. Nor does it mean he actually believes this lion man is royalty. Whoever heard of a prince with funny ears like that? And in any case, what sort of prince responds to an emergency situation by lounging around in bed? Shouldn't he have some kingdom he's itching to get back to?
But oh well. In the end, it doesn't matter whether the lion man is a prince or a pauper. Because princes, kings, queens and gods all come second to the ever-remarkable Hiyori Tomoe!
And ever-remarkable Hiyori Tomoe is not happy right now. He puts his hands on his hips and stops his foot!]
No, no, it's not a deal! Who knows what might've happened to me by that point? Even if you did save my life, the poison could've left me scarred! And it'd be the most awful negligence to let my beautiful face get scarred! Or it could've damaged my throat, which would be equally tragic, since my throat was made for singing beautifully! You wouldn't want to be responsible for that, would you?
[Yep. Sounds like someone's having a full-blown tantrum! And if Leona simply chooses to hide under the covers and ignore him, Hiyori's going to be peeling those back. You can't hide from him!!]
[ wow. this is the kind of attitude that would get a guy beat the hell up at night raven college? sounds like he'd be one of those royal sword academy idiots. a grin flickers across his face as he thinks about school life, something that was annoying but mostly predictable. days could go by without some bullshit happening and he'd be able to sleep peacefully in a greenhouse... monch on a katsu sammich and 'forget' to go to class. or turn in work. or do his housewarden duties. etc. ]
Ya haven't even tried to eat it yet. If ya just worry 'bout nothin', it's gonna go bad. Eat it or lose it.
[ sighs loudly as he allows his head to peek out beneath the sheets. see those ears? be nice to them. or else. ]
[ Jun poses numerous questions of his own, many of which are about what the hell he's doing here. Lacking the funds, especially with his dwindling chip supply, Jun's currently debating whether buying a suit was the best move.
He turns on his heel, handing the suit back on the rack, only to be faced with a bundle of garments lobbed upon him. Who does this person think they are? There's only one person he would even feel compelled to carry clothes for, and this couldn't be them! He feels an almost visceral anger, unsure of why, but Jun's already outraged by how expensive everything is in the store, and someone putting potentially more expensive clothing on him leads his rage to boil over. Still, he probably should have let the garments drop to the floor; even those actions ended with him kicked out of the store. ]
Goddamn.. Couldja not pass that shit onto me? Don't have the time to be someone's personal bag carrier.
[ His voice is muffled under the bundle of garments, but wait! Glancing past the clothing, he first notices a tuft of green hair before recognising a familiar pair of violet eyes. Just as Jun starts to feel free, the world cruelly reminds him that this freedom is an illusion. ]
[That oh-so-familiar curse triggers a full-body jolt. His eyebrows shoot way up, and so does his pulse, heart threatening to somersault right through his very chest. No way. No, no, no, it can't be.]
Jun-kun?
[He pushes on the pile of clothes, just so he can see Jun's face, confirm it's really him. Once he does have proof, he can hardly believe it. His fingers tremble where they're buried in the clothes, and his vision blurs—not from tears, that would be horribly embarrassing, but from sheer, overwhelming shock!]
Jun-kun? Jun-kun, whatever are you doing here?
[But he gives no time to answer. His hands move, finding their way to Jun's shoulders and clutching at Jun's shirt. He gives him a good shake or two, which may or may not cause Jun to drop those clothes on the floor, but who cares? Not him, that's for sure!]
Wait, I know the answer. You came here to rescue me, didn't you? Yes, yes, that's exactly what you did! In that case, what on earth took so long? I've been trapped in here for days, and I've been having just the most awful time! People keep telling me crude things, and calling me names like "Wildcard!" But now that you're here, all of that will stop, yes? Yes, that's what you're here for!
[While rambling, he goes from pure shock to pure joy. And now he's throwing his arms around Jun, squeezing tightly like an octopus!]
Oh, Jun-kun, you're always so slow on the uptake! That's why you can never hope to surpass me! But you always pull through in the end, and that's what counts! Now come here and let me praise you! ♪
that is exactly the kind of tag that would have been printed across her forehead, if at all possible. which is to say, hiyori isn't wrong in his assumption of her. except, her target isn't hiyori.
nonetheless, when she wakes to shrill screaming to see blonde hair (why is there a tinge of green?) and violet eyes, her mind instantly went to her brother. but no, the man is much shorter and less stout, and his hair most definitely carries a greenish-blonde hue to it. ah, but his accusations are so very much like him. she sighs as he finally calms down and heads toward the platter of food. she doesn't care.
cursing under her breath, belarus finally gets out of bed. she looks down at the black gown she is shoved into — so much like a mourning attire, as if mocking her — grimacing as she finally turns off the damn beeping watch.
what belarus doesn't expect next is to have a plate shoved in her direction. she glares at him, equally violet gaze dropping down to the quiche, then back at him. ]
And you do not mind if I die from it?
[ she wouldn't die from something like poison, being somewhat resistant herself, as well as being what she is. but if she does, she'll come back and haunt his ass. ]
[He doesn't suspect her of kidnapping. That'd be a bit much for a petite and unassuming girl like her to pull off, wouldn't it? Though the stalking possibility did briefly cross his mind, as passion and obsession can drive fans to perform some dangerous stunts. Stunts such as climbing onstage during a performance and falling off to break their neck, for instance. Compared to that tragedy, a fan sneaking inside the ES dorms so she can hop in bed with her favorite idol doesn't sound too far-fetched.
But security is tight at ES, and in any case, this isn't his room. That much is obvious—just look around the place! There are all these heart-shaped pillows, heart-shaped plates, heart-shaped balloons, and pink furniture! Plus some stuff that's strictly forbidden in the dorms, like alcohol, and, well... the stuff inside the nightstand drawer. Which he's not going to name, even in the metatext. Out of sight, out of mind!]
Now when did I say that?
[He's seated in one of the pink chairs, dressed not in black but in white: a white suit with gold trim and a powder blue suit vest, paired with white gloves. Not a bad look on him by any means, and the quality of the fabric is high; the jabot is made of real silk, the white gloves are lace-trimmed, and the gold embroidery forms an elegant pattern of roses. But he absolutely hates it. Why? Because it's all too eerily reminiscent of something else he hated wearing before, that's why!
So in spite of the impressive spread laid out in front of him, chock full of all his favorite foods, his dour mood hasn't improved. But he still sends his newlywed wife a smile, one that looks bright and reassuring rather than mocking. That's his biggest asset as an idol, or rather, his greatest strength as a human: his ability to smile no matter the circumstance.]
I don't want anyone to die. That would just be the absolute worst. And I don't like seeing girls cry, either. So if anything was in the food, I'd rush to your aid at once! Don't worry, nothing bad will happen on my watch... ♪
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[Waking up in bed with the idol called Hiyori Tomoe is a dream, a fantasy, and a once-in-a-lifetime golden opportunity all rolled into one. Everyone dreams of it, but few will ever to experience it!
Still, all dreams must come to an end, and this one ends in a rather predictable place. Shrill, horrified screaming, followed by Hiyori accusing his bedmate of being a perverted stalker-slash-kidnapper and threatening to sue them (if male), or threatening to sue the powers that be for orchestrating this whole situation (if female). Perhaps things would've gone more smoothly if he was a sloppy drunk like Rinne-senpai, or if he still had the habit of hooking up with random girls to stave off his loneliness. But Hiyori Tomoe is an exemplary idol, and he can say with absolute confidence that he'd never get hitched to some stranger and then get too sloshed to remember it later! Someone is out to sabotage, pure and simple.
But all the excitement and accusations die down once it becomes clear that he's not in any immediate danger, and that his bedmate is just as clueless as he is. They're fellow victims, which means they ought to join forces against whoever kidnapped them! If they work together, they might just be able to unravel this whole mess.
But first: breakfast. You can't fight a saboteur on an empty stomach! And Hiyori is dearly tempted by the admittedly impressive breakfast spread that's been laid out for them. It has all his favorites, including miniature salmon quiches with spinach. There's no way he could resist, even if he wasn't already feeling ravenous. But there is one issue here.
There's no way the second son of the Tomoe family, and a popular celebrity, is stupid enough to start blindly eating food prepared by his kidnappers. And that's where his so-called newlywed "spouse" comes in.
He breaks off a piece of salmon quiche and passes it over on a miniature heart-shaped plate.]
Mind testing this for poison? It looks absolutely delicious, but I can't trust it!
2. Welcome / ELEVATORS
[Although Valkyrie's Shu Itsuki might label him a "philistine," Hiyori does have some appreciation for art, a product of his noble upbringing. And he's more than a bit surprised to see such famous pieces on display in the elevator, including one by Delacroix he'd referenced in a conversation not too long ago. Shouldn't that be at a museum in France somewhere...? Of course, he's never seen the real thing though, so it's probably just a reproduction. Yep, that would make sense! Though those brushstrokes seem awfully real...
So distracted is he that he temporarily forgets why he boarded the elevators in the first place (he's in search of an escape route, that's why!) But he's not thinking about art when the elevator comes to a sudden stop. All at once, he's thrown into a panic; that's right, of course the free gifts and breakfast buffets wouldn't last forever! Looks like the real sabotage is about to begin.
But what happens next is more baffling than horrible, as one of the paintings starts to talk. "Show us some flirting, give us a treat?" Hiyori stares at the Teasing Trio for a moment, then points a finger at himself slowly.]
Er... you mean me and this other person?
[He glances from the stranger he got trapped with back to the portrait, who confirms, with enthusiastic giggles aplenty, that yep, that is exactly who they mean. Very strange, and somewhat off-putting! Though, as an idol, Hiyori's no stranger to doing that sort of stuff on-demand.]
I don't mind giving you some fanservice, but I'm not too keen on roping someone else in. How about I flirt with you instead? ♪
[He gives the portrait a wink. It's a tantalizing offer, or at least it would be to one of his fans. Any one of them would kill for someone one-on-one flirting! But the trio, unbelievably, rejects this proposition, insisting that no, they really do want him to flirt with the person he's trapped with. He sighs and turns to his companion.]
How tiresome... Well, we might as well get this over with, I suppose.
3. Free Love / THE NEST
[So it's been a few days, but let's just say that someone still isn't too happy about being plucked out of his dorm room (at a pivotal time in his career, no less) and thrust into a so-called "luxury resort" where people call him weird names like "Wildcard" and goad him to do crude things with people. Nope, he's not remotely happy about that at all, and he still intends to sue as soon as he gets out of here.
But he's also never been one to wallow in misery. That won't bring him any closer to his goal of getting back to his friends, and that won't be fun for him or anyone. While he's stuck here, he might as well take advantage of the few "luxuries" this place has to offer, and indulge in his favorite hobby: shopping! Time to blow off some steam!
He's carrying a gigantic armful of clothes, which include everything from colorful menswear to frilly socks and accessories. There might even be a skirt and a sexy sweater in there, too. But that doesn't mean he's given in and decided to play the game, or anything; don't get the wrong idea. He just plans to admire himself in the mirror, that's all! And maybe take some pictures to boost his spirits.
But alas, he's carrying too much, which is why he decides to approach the nearest person he sees and thrust the clothing out to them. With a friendly smile,]
Excuse me! Would you mind holding some of this for me?
(OTA 16+, character is 19 years old. If you want me to set up anything feel free to PM!)
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But he couldn't turn him down. He can't reject a request from Nagisa—not when it feels like his friend might finally be asking for help, after struggling on his own with some private problem for so long. Nagisa giving him this task means that he trusts him, trusts Hiyori to figure out his intent, and Hiyori could neverbe tray that trust. So even though he's not sure what's going on, and even though the whole thing seems questionable on multiple levels, he'll do whatever he can to help. Even if this plunges things into chaos, which it just might do.
He goes to bed early, knowing he can't afford to lose beauty sleep with the competition coming up so soon. In spite of everything weighing on him, he falls asleep quickly. And that's the last thing he remembers: going to bed alone, albeit with Rinne and Kanata asleep in their own beds. Tomorrow he'll ask Jun to distribute the postcards, and then the pieces will fall where they may, and the real competition will start. Or so he thinks, but...
Where even is he?
He wakes to a sound that's not his alarm. Though he can't see his alarm, his nightstand, or anything else in the room, because there's some sort of canopy hanging over his bed! ... Or this should be his bed, but since when did his bed have all these heart-shaped pillows? Don't get him wrong, they're cute, much cuter than the isopod plush he unfortunately goes to bed with every night, but he never put them there! And his bedspread seems to have been changed out for something pink and fluffy.
Which isn't the only cause for alarm, or even the main one. As he sits up, he realizes his nightclothes have also been swapped out. He's wearing a full suit! White with gold trim and a silk jabot, complete with white lace-trimmed gloves. And when one of the sleeves rides up, he finally figures out where the beeping is coming from: it's coming from the watch thing on his arm! Which is chunky and inelegant, not the sort of watch he'd ever buy for himself, and needless to say, he didn't put it on last night!
He fumbles with the device to stop the beeping, frowning as he stares down at the message. What does "GP" stand for? No idea! (And boy, is he tired of all these abbreviations he can't keep track of!) What "deck" are they talking about? No clue either! What even is this: is this the start of a new, never-before-seen stage in the competition? Or is it a message from his captor, or what?
Well, first thing's first. He has no clue what's beyond that canopy, and anyone could be waiting just outside the bed. So first, he'll need to peek out there! He pulls back the covers, careful not to make a sound as he slides out from underneath them. But then...]
…… hm?
[He stares, dumbly, at the lump in bed next to him. He'd thought it was a pillow; turns out it's a person! Peeling back the covers reveals a small blond head resting on one of those heart-shaped pillows, their expression peaceful and unguarded. A superfan might recognize them right away, but a more casual fan might not; after all, the person's striking red eyes are closed, it's just their head peeking out, and they've got quite a case of bedhair.
But Hiyori Tomoe, who is neither a casual fan of Ra*bits nor a mega-fan, recognizes them at once, because he's seen that sleeping face up-close before. They've even shared a bed together!]
Nazuna-kun?
[It comes out a hushed whisper, him trying to keep quiet in case there's someone out there. Leaning over the boy's sleeping frame, he prods at one round cheek with a gloved finger. If that doesn't wake him, he'll move onto pinching next!]
Nazuna-kun, Nazuna-kun! Is that really you?
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Oh, it's Hiyo~! What's up!
[ He hasn't even noticed the elevator is stopped and wasn't listening to anything the paintings have said or done. Hello, he is here to be USELESS, what else did anyone expect from him. ]
Good timing, sing this for me, will you~! [ And instead of flirting he's shoving his notebook in Hiyori's face. ]
same... glad they have canon interaction now
But wait a second here.
His brows shoot way up when he hears the familiar nickname, said in a familiar voice. Not that they know each other too well, but it's almost New Year's where he left off. Christmas wasn't that long ago. And that definitely sounded like—]
Huh? Leo-kun? What are you doing he—hey!
[He pushes the notebook aside and glares at his companion.]
Don't just shove things in my face! That's a horrible way to greet someone!
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Hiyori is news, and unlike Rinne he actually remembers Hiyori's name (help, save Rinne) so this is amazing. ]
Anyway, I got in here 'cause I liked the music! [ A...while ago. How long was that? He doesn't know. He got distracted and birthed a masterpiece and really that's all that matters, clearly! ]
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HOPE THAT'S ME SOON
sends good luck
in a truly circular turn of events i got hiyori
wow..............
trades u somehow
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I am so sorry, I caught covid which SLOWED ME TO STOPPING
Oh no........ no worries, hope you feel alright now!!
I AM...also i am sending u all the app good thoughts
thanks!!
i am an entire prayer circle of one person with hiyori light sticks in the air
ah ty!! gonna keep my fingers crossed...!
i have to have leo attack his inbox now
absolutely feel free!
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So he'd started to space out when a mass of clothes was dumped into his arms. Deuce staggered, but fortunately, he was able to right himself. This was the strength gained from athletics training and shopping trips with his Mom.]
I... guess I can. What are you even doing with all of this?
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Anyway, looks like he picked well. A blue-haired teenage boy standing at 173 centimeters tall? Subconsciously he might've been thinking, "Yep, there's someone who will do my bedding!" And since the boy accepts the clothes, Hiyori continues right on browsing, already thumbing through another rack.]
Hm? Buying it, what else! And trying things on, I suppose. There's nothing else to do around here. I know there's those casino games, but I don't much care for that sort of thing. This is much more my speed.
[He then pulls a frilly blouse off the rack and starts examining it.]
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Is this retail therapy or something like that? And that shirt would probably look better on you if it was a different color.
[Granted, Deuce's taste usually ran more towards like... shirts and jackets with tigers and dragons, but this guy was fancy, so...]
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3 in which there is no replacement for junkun
[He was not expecting being thrust with a bunch of clothes before having the chance to greet him.]
Ah, no, of course I don’t mind, Hiyori-san. It’s wonderful to see you in such good spirits.
!!!!! Tatsumi-kun!!! (1/2)
[He passes the pile of clothes over.]
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—Tatsumi-kun?!
[His eyes go wide. It's been days, he hasn't found anyone from his unit or received any sign they're on the way to rescue him. But of all people, he finds Tatsumi-kun? That saintly man, in a place like this?]
What are you doing here?
It is he amen
[Ah, oh no, he dropped everything. He will help him pick those up.]
That’s a fantastic question. I haven’t found the answer yet. I was curious if you might know more than I do about this situation, since it’s quite troubling!
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evens because why not
Uuugh...
[Why the hell is Hiyori yelling so loudly first thing in the morning? That guy can be demanding and inconsiderate to Rinne's terrible sleeping habits at times, but he also thinks he's above screeching like a banshee. You know, things Rinne appreciates when he's suffering from a hangover. Why is he even yelling this time?]
Shut up, Hiyori-chan, why the hell're ya so loud?
[He's not feeling charitable, or apparently alert, because he probably should have clued in on the fact that Hiyori was here. Either way, his tongue is looser and ruder than usual, sorry about that.]
so happy for their marriage 🎊
Huh? ... Oh, it's just you?
[He exhales a long sigh of relief and lowers his arms.
But wait—just because it turned out to be one of the two people who actually belongs in his room doesn't mean things are all hunky-dory! As a matter of fact, Rinne's presence in his bed raises all sorts of questions! Questions he doesn't hesitate to ask in an accusatory manner.]
What on earth are you doing here? And where'd my comforter go? You didn't change it out for this pink one, did you? And you definitely didn't undress me and put me in this outfit, right? You'd better not have. That'd be wrong on all sorts of levels! I'd have no choice but to sue!
can't believe they're finally married
[He squints as he finally realizes why he's sleeping awfully. More than that, when the heck did his room get so bright? Also, big and pink and---
Shit.]
Shit.
[He's so disturbed he had to say it too.
He pushes himself up until he's sitting, staring at Hiyori. Yeah, that's him, all right.]
Wow, yer actually here. Just what're ya even wearin'?
viva our crackship
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elevators
raika watches the exchange between hiyori and the portrait's trio of trappers in silence, with the steely glare of someone who knew a challenge when he heard one. not that he'd have been disappointed if hiyori's attempt to charm the painting had worked, but if they've gotta do it.... ]
This isn't my kind of fanservice.
[ so yeah that doesn't mean he knows where to start when it comes to flirting, though. the prompt for hiyori to take the "first turn" is pretty clear. ]
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Hm? Does that mean you do have a type of fanservice?
[It's not a tease. Hiyori means the question seriously, peering at the boy with curiosity in his eyes. He hadn't expected someone so serious-looking to know what "fanservice" even is!]
Whatever it is, you ought to tell me! That sort of information will help me flirt with you better, after all. I promise not to laugh, even if it's something truly embarrassing, so don't be shy, alright?
[Okay... so maybe he is teasing a little bit.]
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It's just more traditional. Signings, handshakes and the like.
[ efforts he had improved over time, with some encouragement from his peers that he could afford to be just a little bit friendlier and it wouldn't dampen his image. he pushes up his glasses, tilting his head in consideration. ]
I don't have anything against your approach, though.
[ at least not anymore. while he used to think the winks and waves of the more outgoing tournament participants were useless in the field of competition, their value was undeniable when it came to maintaining support. he wasn't going to ignore results when he could see them with his own eyes. ]
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except--- in this bed, in this resort, those titles and fame and what-have-you means absolutely freaking nothing. they are all ranks and suits. or rather, that would be how a pragmatic person would view it. personalities shouldn't mean anything when it comes to creating hands. crafting their own solutions to the problem of 'how the hell did i wake up here'? but therein lies a problem.
specifically, it's leona not giving a heck.
as he's being woken up by another person. a stranger who wishes to not get poisoned by what leona assumes is mysterious yet appetizing foods, he simply covers his head with the comforter before responding. ]
How 'bout this? Ya eat first. If ya think you're gonna die, I might save your life. Deal?
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But oh well. In the end, it doesn't matter whether the lion man is a prince or a pauper. Because princes, kings, queens and gods all come second to the ever-remarkable Hiyori Tomoe!
And ever-remarkable Hiyori Tomoe is not happy right now. He puts his hands on his hips and stops his foot!]
No, no, it's not a deal! Who knows what might've happened to me by that point? Even if you did save my life, the poison could've left me scarred! And it'd be the most awful negligence to let my beautiful face get scarred! Or it could've damaged my throat, which would be equally tragic, since my throat was made for singing beautifully! You wouldn't want to be responsible for that, would you?
[Yep. Sounds like someone's having a full-blown tantrum! And if Leona simply chooses to hide under the covers and ignore him, Hiyori's going to be peeling those back. You can't hide from him!!]
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Ya haven't even tried to eat it yet. If ya just worry 'bout nothin', it's gonna go bad. Eat it or lose it.
[ sighs loudly as he allows his head to peek out beneath the sheets. see those ears? be nice to them. or else. ]
... ya look like an herbivore to me.
[ said with some disdain. is this an insult? :) ]
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free love! runs in here
He turns on his heel, handing the suit back on the rack, only to be faced with a bundle of garments lobbed upon him. Who does this person think they are? There's only one person he would even feel compelled to carry clothes for, and this couldn't be them! He feels an almost visceral anger, unsure of why, but Jun's already outraged by how expensive everything is in the store, and someone putting potentially more expensive clothing on him leads his rage to boil over. Still, he probably should have let the garments drop to the floor; even those actions ended with him kicked out of the store. ]
Goddamn.. Couldja not pass that shit onto me? Don't have the time to be someone's personal bag carrier.
[ His voice is muffled under the bundle of garments, but wait! Glancing past the clothing, he first notices a tuft of green hair before recognising a familiar pair of violet eyes. Just as Jun starts to feel free, the world cruelly reminds him that this freedom is an illusion. ]
—Ohii-san!?
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Jun-kun?
[He pushes on the pile of clothes, just so he can see Jun's face, confirm it's really him. Once he does have proof, he can hardly believe it. His fingers tremble where they're buried in the clothes, and his vision blurs—not from tears, that would be horribly embarrassing, but from sheer, overwhelming shock!]
Jun-kun? Jun-kun, whatever are you doing here?
[But he gives no time to answer. His hands move, finding their way to Jun's shoulders and clutching at Jun's shirt. He gives him a good shake or two, which may or may not cause Jun to drop those clothes on the floor, but who cares? Not him, that's for sure!]
Wait, I know the answer. You came here to rescue me, didn't you? Yes, yes, that's exactly what you did! In that case, what on earth took so long? I've been trapped in here for days, and I've been having just the most awful time! People keep telling me crude things, and calling me names like "Wildcard!" But now that you're here, all of that will stop, yes? Yes, that's what you're here for!
[While rambling, he goes from pure shock to pure joy. And now he's throwing his arms around Jun, squeezing tightly like an octopus!]
Oh, Jun-kun, you're always so slow on the uptake! That's why you can never hope to surpass me! But you always pull through in the end, and that's what counts! Now come here and let me praise you! ♪
😳🥰
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that is exactly the kind of tag that would have been printed across her forehead, if at all possible. which is to say, hiyori isn't wrong in his assumption of her. except, her target isn't hiyori.
nonetheless, when she wakes to shrill screaming to see blonde hair (why is there a tinge of green?) and violet eyes, her mind instantly went to her brother. but no, the man is much shorter and less stout, and his hair most definitely carries a greenish-blonde hue to it. ah, but his accusations are so very much like him. she sighs as he finally calms down and heads toward the platter of food. she doesn't care.
cursing under her breath, belarus finally gets out of bed. she looks down at the black gown she is shoved into — so much like a mourning attire, as if mocking her — grimacing as she finally turns off the damn beeping watch.
what belarus doesn't expect next is to have a plate shoved in her direction. she glares at him, equally violet gaze dropping down to the quiche, then back at him. ]
And you do not mind if I die from it?
[ she wouldn't die from something like poison, being somewhat resistant herself, as well as being what she is. but if she does, she'll come back and haunt his ass. ]
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But security is tight at ES, and in any case, this isn't his room. That much is obvious—just look around the place! There are all these heart-shaped pillows, heart-shaped plates, heart-shaped balloons, and pink furniture! Plus some stuff that's strictly forbidden in the dorms, like alcohol, and, well... the stuff inside the nightstand drawer. Which he's not going to name, even in the metatext. Out of sight, out of mind!]
Now when did I say that?
[He's seated in one of the pink chairs, dressed not in black but in white: a white suit with gold trim and a powder blue suit vest, paired with white gloves. Not a bad look on him by any means, and the quality of the fabric is high; the jabot is made of real silk, the white gloves are lace-trimmed, and the gold embroidery forms an elegant pattern of roses. But he absolutely hates it. Why? Because it's all too eerily reminiscent of something else he hated wearing before, that's why!
So in spite of the impressive spread laid out in front of him, chock full of all his favorite foods, his dour mood hasn't improved. But he still sends his newlywed wife a smile, one that looks bright and reassuring rather than mocking. That's his biggest asset as an idol, or rather, his greatest strength as a human: his ability to smile no matter the circumstance.]
I don't want anyone to die. That would just be the absolute worst. And I don't like seeing girls cry, either. So if anything was in the food, I'd rush to your aid at once! Don't worry, nothing bad will happen on my watch... ♪
[Now can she test the quiche, please??]
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god bless this mess
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i lied... let's continue!