【 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 on a luxurious bed, in an even more luxurious suite had been disorienting enough — but it was nothing compared to the sheer surprise of doing so with someone else in the bed with her. what else is olivia to do, but to make use of her impressive singer's vocal chords and ( a ) scream as loud as she possibly could, perhaps to the point of even shattering some of those crystal champagne flutes laid out for them. oops! she hopes she won't be charged for those................ oh, and your ears, too. hopefully your ears are fine. she scrambles (and falls) off the bed, grabbing up the nearest thing on hand to wield as a weapon.
it's a dildo. oh god it's a dildo. ]
D-Don't come any closer!! I w-won't hesitate to use this, I'm warning you!!
[ of course she's screwed her eyes shut, so she has no idea what "this" is...... ]
( b ) perhaps you've got better luck, and you happen to wake before olivia and step out or treat yourself to a nice, relaxing bath. whatever the reason, if she happens to wake on her own, she'll be far less put off by the experience — if only because she is immediately distracted by the array of breakfast foods laid out on a magnificent spread nearby. it hasn't been long at all ylisse has found peace*, but goddess does freshly cooked food and treats still feel like a decadence she can only yearn for. with so many delicious food at her fingertips, how is she to resist...? maybe that's how you find her, hunkered over the silver trays, stuffing her cheeks full of any sort of pastry she can find. ]
welcome (great tit!);
[ honestly, it's her own fault. she was too easily swayed by the very, very insistent solicitors standing in the halls, calling any who pass by over to tell them of the special happening at the local patisserie. olivia shouldn't be so gluttonous, but hearing of the famous chocolates had gotten her curious, and by the time she realized it was a bad idea,it was already too late.
( c ) a dancer's body is strong in its own right, but her meek demeanor doesn't make for much of a spine, and so she is helpless in the crowd, easily pushed around by the aggressively eager customers. heck, she doesn't even like chocolate all that much!! she tries to cry out a few times, but her words get swallowed up by the shouts all around her. eventually she buckles down to a ball at her feet, throwing her arms around her head in the hopes everyone around her will just ignore her and move on. but what's the one rule of a stampeding crowd? never, ever go low to the ground.
( d ) or maybe you're the one that needs saving? whether you actually do or not, it matters little; if olivia notices you getting swept up in the violent crowd, she manages to find that spine she is usually without, ready to come to someone else's rescue than her own.
all this to say, she throws a pretty solid right hook on the person who just shoved you. it might've even been impressive, were it not for how she quickly follows it up with an, ]
Sorry, I'm sorry!!
[ but also not really. wow, that person went down like a lead balloon, huh? ]
pop-up! (special moments)
[ perched atop a stool in one of the hotel's bars, a wedding-dress-clad olivia is currently ignoring the cocktail drink set out before her in favor of sobbing helplessly into her folded arms. whoever she'd been speaking to moments before has apparently decided yikes and slipped away, but the pink-haired woman remains oblivious. her heart's been broken, see? left at the altar and everything!! ]
What did I d-do? W-Where did I go wrong?!
et cetera;
( *still unsure about caninpoint, sry! but blanket BYOA or plot with me for any other prompts! i am super interested in most, especially the elevator ones (the judgmental one will take some prior discussion, pls). more than happy to write a custom! olivia is around 19~early twenties, OTA. if you're unsure about anything, feel free to drop me a pm and we can work something out 💮 )
( meanwhile, erza has ditched the dress and is in a nice pant suit instead. she's still taking in everything, learning what this place is all about, observing. minding her business, really.
but, that all stops when she hears someone crying. erza casts a glance around trying to find the source and spots a woman at the bar crying into her drink. she approaches carefully and gingerly sits on the seat beside her, a gentle hand resting against the woman's shoulder. )
[ a sharp, wet hiccup answers erza at first, before olivia finally picks her head up from the fold of her arms. she's got on no make-up, but her eyes are puffy and red-rimmed from what feels like hours of crying, splotchy with red all over. the elaborate braided nest that'd once been an immaculate updo now sits askew atop her head, threatening to fall over.
olivia looks to the redheaded woman, whose heart is far too big to be roped into the silly delusion this resort's put olivia under the spell of. ]
H-He left me... [ at least, she thinks it's a he? ] On our wedding day! No note, nothing!
[ Although Rosie can more than handle herself, she doesn't look like it. She can't blame someone for coming to her defense. Usually, it's a "strong" man who thinks he's going to win points with her by being the savior.
She doesn't expect it to be 1) another woman and 2) who looks even less intimidating than Rosie herself. ]
Oh, [ she says, blinking at the person who went down like it was nothing. ] Oh, dang, you've got an impressive punch there. [ Rosie is already moving towards Olivia though to try and get them away from all this chaos. ] Thanks for the assist, now to return the favor!
[ that night, sanji had gone to bed in his own room on his own, and it would have made complete sense for him to wake up the same way. but alone hardly seems to be the scenario he's in when all of a sudden he hears something of a high-pitched scream that seems to vibrate the entirety of his body, jolting him fully alert as he scrambles to sit up, hands instead rising to block his ears.
it's only then that he notices the pink-haired woman in the bed beside him, the apparent source of the noise, and he winces as he lowers one hand to hold out his palm like some terrible attempt to calm her down.
when she seems to stop — by falling out of bed — sanji takes a moment to feel his hearing realign itself, but by the time he does, she seems to be wielding something in hand, impulse making him crawl backwards, which in turn makes him fall out of bed too, a loud groan coming from the ground from the opposite side of the bed.
a moment later, he manages to get back on his feet, and it's only then that he realizes he's ... barely wearing any clothes at all, nothing but a pair of peculiar underwear that he definitely doesn't remember putting on. but, no, back to her. ]
Wait, wait, wait — [ he raises his hands again, palms up in innocence. ] I promise, I haven't done anything to you, miss! Trust me, I would much rather die and let you crush me with — [ wait, is that ... a dildo in her hand? ] That, ah, weapon, if I did. Alright? So, let's ... let's just talk for a second.
[ it's the alarm and urgency in his own tone that finally has olivia snapping her eyes open for the second time since waking, but all it does is give her an eyeful of his body in that state of undress, a sharp reminder to the strange predicament she'd found herself in.
(her own clothing leaves little to the imagination, particularly if she were to turn around, but it's also not nearly as revealing as what she's grown accustomed to wearing as a performer, so frankly it's the least alarming thing about all this.)
she squeezes her eyes shut again, brandishing her weapon (...) all the more readily as she curls her knees up against her chest in a defensive stance. ]
E-Explain yourself! How did you bring me here! Where is here?!
[ sanji has found himself stuck in this place long enough now that it's been quite a while since he'd experience the full weight of that initial shock upon arrival, which is what he presumes the girl might be undergoing now if she's in that much of a panic — then again, with the change in his clothing (and presumably hers) and the choice in decor that seems to suggest ... wait, what does that banner say? just married?
admittedly, sanji's conflicted with a feeling of both stress and ... well, a little excitement because he's sanji and, on the surface, he would be delighted to be married to a gorgeous girl like this, but — well, the current circumstances are definitely complicated. if true.
he steps around the bed carefully, trying to get a better angle to talk to her. ]
Look, miss, I can definitely understand you're under a lot of stress at the moment, but if you'd just give me a chance to — [ he realizes that with the way she's shutting her eyes, the current view might not be preferable, if his underwear is anything to go by, which is why he hastily snags the comforter on the bed, wrapping it as best as he can around his waist and chest, censoring most of the almost naked skin. ] I promise you, I didn't kidnap you. I was brought here, just like you were. But I can fill you in on what's ... [ well, to be fair, even he doesn't have the best clue as to what's currently happening. ] Or, if you don't trust my word for it, you can tap on that watch you're wearing and they explain it all.
[ By the time the hustle and bustle of patrons practically scrambling over one another to get their mitts on this euphoric chocolate reached a fever pitch, Ragna didn't even need the solicitors to usher him to the Great Tit. Trust him, the first time he walked past this hot spot and double-taked at the name, he had to shake his head and mutter along the lines of pretending that this is normal, sarcasm dripping. But now it's hopping more than ever. And more out of curiosity than a genuine drive to wolf down some rare sweets, Ragna caves and enters the jam-packed bar & cafe. Being rather tall himself, he barely has to get on his tiptoes to peer over the crowd that may as well not even be a line anymore.
The nipple buns and extra glazed cock donuts aside, it's the prestigious boxes of chocolates that are being practically torn from the workers' hands, fought over between guests as they stake claim to having touched it first.
— No! They paid for it first! Who the hell do they think they are?! Go find your own!! ETC. ETC. —
It's. Incredibly awkward to watch from the back of the shop. Awkward and...kind of annoying. But with a half-frown marring his lips, he begins taking a step back to leave... ]
Like hell I'm poking this hornet's nest—
[ Wait... ]
??
[ There, huddled down, he thinks he spots something out of the ordinary. It's hard to hear over the ruckus, and some of the violence that was even starting to break out as things grew more and more chaotic. But it's a good thing that pink hair has a tendency to stand out, even amongst the Great Tit's decor. Because if that's what he thinks it is... What the hell are they doing down there? Did they want to get trampled?! Did they have any choice?? ]
...
[ This is stupid. Stupid people piss him off. These stupid people shoving and toppling over and around her piss him off. And that's Ragna's excuse to...sigh...go poke this hornet's nest. And after harshly shoving his way through, not caring who gets bowled over as he parts the idiotic sea, he catches somebody throwing their arms up in the air triumphantly with a cry that sounds almost too intense. They've got a box of Alessandro's Chocolates, and just before they can take a wide step back, the sole of their shoe preparing to kick poor Olivia in the back of the head...!
They're stopped by a hand on their shoulder, ]
Hey asshole.
[ and abruptly spun around to face an angry white-haired man standing over Olivia. Without warning, WHAM. Square between the eyes, Ragna folds the customer with one straight punch as the box of chocolates goes flying. And for at least one solitary moment, the ruckus stops, gasps filling the air as Ragna stands at the center, only catching that box in his hand on reflex while he rumbles a sigh through his nose and looks back down to the young lady. ]
The hell you still doing down there? [ Well, lack of manners aside at least his heart's in the right place, holding out his free hand for her. ] You getting up or not?
[ You know. Before the hornets start rumbling again. ]
[ truthfully, olivia misses most of what's happening. having curled up into a ball, head ducked under her folded arms, makes that all too easy. but she's still got her ears, she still hears ragna's sharp tone and — frankly — she thinks he's talking to her, at first. it prompts another squeak out of her but at least she finally picks her head up to look—
just in time to see the white-haired man absolutely clobber some other chump — and catch his box of chocolates with ease, too! olivia is obviously one of the many stunned into silence, and being wholly unaware of the cause of the violence in the first place, she definitely doesn't expect for the surly man to round on her and extend a (begrudging??) hand towards her.
what else can she do but reach out and let him tug her up. she shrinks in on herself instantly, head ducking down. ]
S-Sorry...
[ she's really made such an inconvenience for him, truly! ]
[ Frankly, Olivia wouldn't have been wrong to think that insult could get tossed her way. No one was really safe from a verbal lashing from this guy if they have it coming, or if they do something stupid. But...it's a good thing that there's an unspoken 'mercy' Ragna has for types like her— the type that didn't do anything wrong. Right place, wrong time, with no control over how others were going to act. Thick as he could be about some things, his common sense was usually as sharp as the white blade he normally carries. That, and caught up in this maelstrom of circumstances beyond anyone's control, he knows nothing about practically anyone. So for now? That densely determined skull of his was going to tell him to just do what he thinks is right; it's about the only thing that makes sense in this madhouse of lust and debauchery.
Which is to pull Olivia up, the motion surprisingly gentle and smooth rather than a reprimanding jerk, and keeping the shrinking young woman against him for now. Until he can get a gauge on whether or not his commotion was going to spark another riot. She apologies, and of course he sounds annoyed. But not with her. ]
Argh, don't apologize. If anyone should be doing that it's- [ Pointedly, voice raising as he bombastically side-eyes everyone around him that stiffen from intimidation at his mismatched gaze. ] -literally everyone else in here.
[ The guy he clocked was still dazed, and there's still quite a few boxes of chocolate left up for grabs! And while panic doesn't break out, it seems as if Ragna's interference has...reset the craze. One staff worker awkwardly bends down and just, drags the guy by his hands off to the side. But that's only because he was in the way for everyone else! Yet as if Ragna and Olivia would burn them if they so much as grazed them, everyone's trying to shuffle around the two like they're a pylon. ...or because they don't want to get punched by the guy again.
It won't be long before things get out of hand again though, so... ]
I'm guessing you came in here for these.
[ He wiggles the prestigious box in his free hand for her to notice. What about the other guy? Screw him; consider this an "apology" gift. His hand squeezes Olivia's lightly, as if signalling that it was time to bounce before she turned into a speed bump again. Leading the way back out, the front of the line is starting to get messier again, while the more tempered back of the line murmur around and about the two. It's only when Ragna's taken her back out front, does he let go of a sigh he didn't know he was holding in.
As does his hand let go of hers, still holding the chocolates idly in the other. ]
You okay?
[ His cadence isn't soft, but he doesn't sound mad anymore either. ]
[ it's true, his tone isn't the friendliest — nor is his expression all that warm — but olivia has been around many a gruff person before, at least enough to know that she may not need to take his annoyance quite so personally... of course, she's not silly enough to think she is completely void of blame here — if regrets were coin, she'd be filthy rich! — but there's a gentleness to the way he remains holding onto her hand that can't be easily overlooked.
once he guides her safely back outside, she drops her hand as soon as she feels his loosen — but not without giving it a tiny squeeze of her own. ]
I'm okay. Thanks to you, truly.
[ away from the chaos, she is able to muster up a small smile for the man who had been her savior, reluctant as he might have been to do it.
she looks to the box of chocolates he still holds, and can't help but shake her head a little at all that fuss. true, she appreciates rare treats as much as the next person, but that was just ridiculous! ]
To be honest, I didn't even know what was in there... I was walking past, and s-suddenly this large crowd just swarmed up out of nowhere...! Next thing I know, I was in the shop.
sooo find more jerks to chivalrously* punch got it (*ragna no)
[ It's going to take time. How much or little time, that remains to be seen in this place. Ragna had spent so much of his life keeping everyone at arm's reach; he's a destroyer, after all. He was trained to rebel, tear down a system that birthed the insanity that took those halcyon days away from him. Getting anyone else involved only meant they were going to get hurt. For all the rage, hurt and focus he held in breaking everything, he...detests it all the same. Quite the oxymoron for the man who just violently one-punched a jackass. So, upon waking up here a "newlywed" and the House deeming that Azure Grimoire of his a liability if left unchecked, his arm is...quiet. He can sense power, but that right arm of his that took Olivia's hand actually felt normal. And calming down as he lead her away, he...didn't feel so scared anymore, either.
But Ragna doesn't have much time to dwell on that trail of thought, when she returns his little squeeze from earlier with one of her own. ]
?
[ It's faint, but the gesture doesn't go unnoticed as that furrowed scowl of his ebbs away for a moment, his peripheral following her slender hand as it slips from his. He didn't do it for a favour or any expectations. But something so small, something he almost wonders if he ever had...it was...nice. Like telling him without words that what he did was good. And that it was okay to feel satisfied with that. ]
Yeah, and if I hadn't showed up, you— [ ... Ugh. Don't go smiling at him like that?! Any kneejerk impulse to scold her or ask her what she was thinking gets curbed in record time. Come now, Ragna. The trouble is over. Take the kind words. No Rabbit or other assholes were around to rudely interrupt. His sourpuss expression wanes, to something more neutral. Something tempering on warmth for once. He relaxes. ] You're welcome.
[ As for why she was there in the first place? He listens with a hand set on his hip, ]
Between those pushy solicitors and...whatever the hell got into all of them... [ Shit. So that's how she turned into a ball of anxiety on the ground. How stupid can people get? He's learning that the lows just keep on getting lower. He almost feels uncomfortable holding this box. But...it's a perfectly fine box, having survived the scuffle, adorned in silken red and rose ribbons. Each delectable truffle is wrapped with tenderness and care, concealing the little pieces of heaven that await those that sink their teeth in, to let it all melt on one's tongue.
Oh just imagine the hearts that would throb for those lucky enough to get this from their sweethearts! An absolute must-have to court and perhaps sweeten one's deck.
... yeah that was not his goal he does not give a shit. ]
Here.
[ Ragna holds out the coveted box for Olivia. Happy Valentine's(??) ]
[ the thing about perception is it'a not all that useful without any intuition, and more often than not olivia's got plenty of the former but not enough of the latter. so while she certainly notices the way he softens up around her, she's so poorly self-aware that it doesn't occur to her that the reason for that might be... well. her. she merely assumes that he, too, is feeling better now that he's away from the crowd. ]
Oh..!
[ she looks pleasantly startled by the offer, her cheeks warming up once more and flushing with color. truly, he's got to be a kind and generous man! not only did he just save her, but he's even giving her a coveted gift. ]
Th-Thank you, I. [ reflex has her already reaching for the box, but she stops herself just shy of her fingertips brushing against silken ribbon. she snaps her hands back to her chest, eyes wide. ] A-Are you sure?! You worked so hard for it...
[ "worked so hard for it" he literally knocked a man out without breaking a sweat. ]
You were in that store, too, weren't you? You must have lost your place in line because of me...
[ oh noooooo now she feels horrible ]
weh no he's a rude ass. ... a soft rude ass but (this whole thing got cute wtf)
[ To be fair to Olivia, it's two birds, one stone. Getting away from that hornet's nest of a crowd was enough to make him feel better, but now that that's done with? The current and present reason is still right in front of him. She looks startled by the abrupt offer, and his common sense, unfortunately, starts steering his head into thinking that she thought he was trying to schmooze her. Leave his brain to go on a runaway train when he didn't have anything else to do now but before he can attempt to clear the air, she thanks him.
She's even about to gingerly reach for and accept the box before she snaps her hands back. And that response gets him more than her initial bout of fluster. ]
Hm?
[ What's wrong? ... thinking about it, maybe these chocolates were laced with something. He's heard that practically everything here was designed to coax their guests into indulging and relaxing. Not these ones, however. They're just really, really, really damn good. Not that Ragna knew or trusted that, but maybe giving her these and setting her up wasn't such a good idea and— ]
Huh??
[ Wait, did she think that he was there to nab himself some chocolates too? Who the hell would he even give them to if he did?! ... Clearly, Olivia. The miscommunication finally breaks that thick front of his. And now it's his turn for a rosy tint to glow in his cheeks. ]
What are you talking about? I poked my head in to see what the hell was going on! [ A beat. ] And then I saw you. [ 'stupidly shrinking down in a hostile overcrowd' goes unsaid. fjdksla ] If anything, you're the reason I cut any damn line!
[ They're gonna put his face on the wall in the break room, aren't they. How many times till he gets banned from the Great Tit. His eyes soften from their initial widen and his kneejerk defence. Gonna gloss over the terse "did this for you" thing. Yup. ]
[ it's all very funny, actually, how all of this might sound to an outsider. ragna proclaiming olivia to be the only reason he'd even bothered with the shop and the crowd, that dramatic pause after and then i saw you... it's a shame they weren't trapped in that elevator with the teasing trio right now, because the portraits would have surely been pleased with such proclamations!
and, really, having had all the context, there'a absolutely no reason for olivia to grow as red-faced as she does. and yet she does. maybe if he hadn't been so passionate when he said all that...
...no no, don't blame him!! it's not his fault she became mildly delusional there for a second!! ]
O-Oh... I see!
[ give her a moment to reorient herself here... get the beating of her heart to slow a little... she tucks some hair behind an ear, clears her throat. steadies her voice a little more. ]
I'd love them, but... it still feels a little wrong to just take them from you.
[ fortunately, she has an idea. ]
It's a pretty big box... Why don't we share it?
sigh he needs to take responsibility... (no ragna don't make it WORSE—)
[ Entirely out of context, this might as well have been a confession of devotion. He went in, stayed because he saw her, played the "princely" role in protecting her from being hurt, got the chocolates and the girl hand-in-hand, and now here he was giving more than Olivia could have expected.
If you ignore his brusque tone and choice of language, this really was a more tender chain of events than one could have thought. She really was the demure and shy type, wasn't she? In a way, she reminded him of someone else he knew. Someone that he went to stupid lengths to protect too, now that he thought about it. At least Olivia was saved from getting called an idiot. Watching the way she tucked her hair behind an ear, cleared her throat, it was...actually kind of cute?
If anything, seeing how nervous she was made him lax his shoulders some more. Okay. Okay. He thinks, so long as nothing decides to butt in and fiddle with that short fuse of his, he'll take the lead for them on this one. Exploring this place to get out wasn't doing anything for him yet. And no one's prying, maybe Ragna can take a break. Even if he didn't think anything of it now as she offers to share the box. He sighs, more softly this time as if admitting defeat. ]
You're a stubborn one. [ Yet his tone has lost that edge from before. And with a compromise on the table now: ] Fine. Why not?
[ And for the first time since dragging her out of that fiasco, he smiles. Now he's in a good mood. ]
I did work pretty hard for them. [ He says, using her own words right back. ...that and it felt good to finally hit something. dfasjkl ] C'mon. We'll find a place to sit.
[ There's plenty of dinette tables close to the Great Tit! Unless they decided to find a bench a little further. ]
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olivia | fire emblem: awakening
it's a dildo. oh god it's a dildo. ]
D-Don't come any closer!! I w-won't hesitate to use this, I'm warning you!!
[ of course she's screwed her eyes shut, so she has no idea what "this" is...... ]
( b ) perhaps you've got better luck, and you happen to wake before olivia and step out or treat yourself to a nice, relaxing bath. whatever the reason, if she happens to wake on her own, she'll be far less put off by the experience — if only because she is immediately distracted by the array of breakfast foods laid out on a magnificent spread nearby. it hasn't been long at all ylisse has found peace*, but goddess does freshly cooked food and treats still feel like a decadence she can only yearn for. with so many delicious food at her fingertips, how is she to resist...? maybe that's how you find her, hunkered over the silver trays, stuffing her cheeks full of any sort of pastry she can find. ]
welcome (great tit!);
( c ) a dancer's body is strong in its own right, but her meek demeanor doesn't make for much of a spine, and so she is helpless in the crowd, easily pushed around by the aggressively eager customers. heck, she doesn't even like chocolate all that much!! she tries to cry out a few times, but her words get swallowed up by the shouts all around her. eventually she buckles down to a ball at her feet, throwing her arms around her head in the hopes everyone around her will just ignore her and move on. but what's the one rule of a stampeding crowd? never, ever go low to the ground.
( d ) or maybe you're the one that needs saving? whether you actually do or not, it matters little; if olivia notices you getting swept up in the violent crowd, she manages to find that spine she is usually without, ready to come to someone else's rescue than her own.
all this to say, she throws a pretty solid right hook on the person who just shoved you. it might've even been impressive, were it not for how she quickly follows it up with an, ]
Sorry, I'm sorry!!
[ but also not really. wow, that person went down like a lead balloon, huh? ]
pop-up! (special moments)
What did I d-do? W-Where did I go wrong?!
et cetera;
special moments
but, that all stops when she hears someone crying. erza casts a glance around trying to find the source and spots a woman at the bar crying into her drink. she approaches carefully and gingerly sits on the seat beside her, a gentle hand resting against the woman's shoulder. )
What's happened?
no subject
olivia looks to the redheaded woman, whose heart is far too big to be roped into the silly delusion this resort's put olivia under the spell of. ]
H-He left me... [ at least, she thinks it's a he? ] On our wedding day! No note, nothing!
welcome, d.
She doesn't expect it to be 1) another woman and 2) who looks even less intimidating than Rosie herself. ]
Oh, [ she says, blinking at the person who went down like it was nothing. ] Oh, dang, you've got an impressive punch there. [ Rosie is already moving towards Olivia though to try and get them away from all this chaos. ] Thanks for the assist, now to return the favor!
arrival, a ♡
it's only then that he notices the pink-haired woman in the bed beside him, the apparent source of the noise, and he winces as he lowers one hand to hold out his palm like some terrible attempt to calm her down.
when she seems to stop — by falling out of bed — sanji takes a moment to feel his hearing realign itself, but by the time he does, she seems to be wielding something in hand, impulse making him crawl backwards, which in turn makes him fall out of bed too, a loud groan coming from the ground from the opposite side of the bed.
a moment later, he manages to get back on his feet, and it's only then that he realizes he's ... barely wearing any clothes at all, nothing but a pair of peculiar underwear that he definitely doesn't remember putting on. but, no, back to her. ]
Wait, wait, wait — [ he raises his hands again, palms up in innocence. ] I promise, I haven't done anything to you, miss! Trust me, I would much rather die and let you crush me with — [ wait, is that ... a dildo in her hand? ] That, ah, weapon, if I did. Alright? So, let's ... let's just talk for a second.
no subject
(her own clothing leaves little to the imagination, particularly if she were to turn around, but it's also not nearly as revealing as what she's grown accustomed to wearing as a performer, so frankly it's the least alarming thing about all this.)
she squeezes her eyes shut again, brandishing her weapon (...) all the more readily as she curls her knees up against her chest in a defensive stance. ]
E-Explain yourself! How did you bring me here! Where is here?!
no subject
admittedly, sanji's conflicted with a feeling of both stress and ... well, a little excitement because he's sanji and, on the surface, he would be delighted to be married to a gorgeous girl like this, but — well, the current circumstances are definitely complicated. if true.
he steps around the bed carefully, trying to get a better angle to talk to her. ]
Look, miss, I can definitely understand you're under a lot of stress at the moment, but if you'd just give me a chance to — [ he realizes that with the way she's shutting her eyes, the current view might not be preferable, if his underwear is anything to go by, which is why he hastily snags the comforter on the bed, wrapping it as best as he can around his waist and chest, censoring most of the almost naked skin. ] I promise you, I didn't kidnap you. I was brought here, just like you were. But I can fill you in on what's ... [ well, to be fair, even he doesn't have the best clue as to what's currently happening. ] Or, if you don't trust my word for it, you can tap on that watch you're wearing and they explain it all.
great tit! (c)
The nipple buns and extra glazed cock donuts aside, it's the prestigious boxes of chocolates that are being practically torn from the workers' hands, fought over between guests as they stake claim to having touched it first.
— No! They paid for it first! Who the hell do they think they are?! Go find your own!! ETC. ETC. —
It's. Incredibly awkward to watch from the back of the shop. Awkward and...kind of annoying. But with a half-frown marring his lips, he begins taking a step back to leave... ]
Like hell I'm poking this hornet's nest—
[ Wait... ]
??
[ There, huddled down, he thinks he spots something out of the ordinary. It's hard to hear over the ruckus, and some of the violence that was even starting to break out as things grew more and more chaotic. But it's a good thing that pink hair has a tendency to stand out, even amongst the Great Tit's decor. Because if that's what he thinks it is... What the hell are they doing down there? Did they want to get trampled?! Did they have any choice?? ]
...
[ This is stupid. Stupid people piss him off. These stupid people shoving and toppling over and around her piss him off. And that's Ragna's excuse to...sigh...go poke this hornet's nest. And after harshly shoving his way through, not caring who gets bowled over as he parts the idiotic sea, he catches somebody throwing their arms up in the air triumphantly with a cry that sounds almost too intense. They've got a box of Alessandro's Chocolates, and just before they can take a wide step back, the sole of their shoe preparing to kick poor Olivia in the back of the head...!
They're stopped by a hand on their shoulder, ]
Hey asshole.
[ and abruptly spun around to face an angry white-haired man standing over Olivia. Without warning, WHAM. Square between the eyes, Ragna folds the customer with one straight punch as the box of chocolates goes flying. And for at least one solitary moment, the ruckus stops, gasps filling the air as Ragna stands at the center, only catching that box in his hand on reflex while he rumbles a sigh through his nose and looks back down to the young lady. ]
The hell you still doing down there? [ Well, lack of manners aside at least his heart's in the right place, holding out his free hand for her. ] You getting up or not?
[ You know. Before the hornets start rumbling again. ]
omg
just in time to see the white-haired man absolutely clobber some other chump — and catch his box of chocolates with ease, too! olivia is obviously one of the many stunned into silence, and being wholly unaware of the cause of the violence in the first place, she definitely doesn't expect for the surly man to round on her and extend a (begrudging??) hand towards her.
what else can she do but reach out and let him tug her up. she shrinks in on herself instantly, head ducking down. ]
S-Sorry...
[ she's really made such an inconvenience for him, truly! ]
real princely type this one smh
Which is to pull Olivia up, the motion surprisingly gentle and smooth rather than a reprimanding jerk, and keeping the shrinking young woman against him for now. Until he can get a gauge on whether or not his commotion was going to spark another riot. She apologies, and of course he sounds annoyed. But not with her. ]
Argh, don't apologize. If anyone should be doing that it's- [ Pointedly, voice raising as he
bombasticallyside-eyes everyone around him that stiffen from intimidation at his mismatched gaze. ] -literally everyone else in here.[ The guy he clocked was still dazed, and there's still quite a few boxes of chocolate left up for grabs! And while panic doesn't break out, it seems as if Ragna's interference has...reset the craze. One staff worker awkwardly bends down and just, drags the guy by his hands off to the side. But that's only because he was in the way for everyone else! Yet as if Ragna and Olivia would burn them if they so much as grazed them, everyone's trying to shuffle around the two like they're a pylon. ...or because they don't want to get punched by the guy again.
It won't be long before things get out of hand again though, so... ]
I'm guessing you came in here for these.
[ He wiggles the prestigious box in his free hand for her to notice. What about the other guy? Screw him; consider this an "apology" gift. His hand squeezes Olivia's lightly, as if signalling that it was time to bounce before she turned into a speed bump again. Leading the way back out, the front of the line is starting to get messier again, while the more tempered back of the line murmur around and about the two. It's only when Ragna's taken her back out front, does he let go of a sigh he didn't know he was holding in.
As does his hand let go of hers, still holding the chocolates idly in the other. ]
You okay?
[ His cadence isn't soft, but he doesn't sound mad anymore either. ]
she would swoon again but, yanno
once he guides her safely back outside, she drops her hand as soon as she feels his loosen — but not without giving it a tiny squeeze of her own. ]
I'm okay. Thanks to you, truly.
[ away from the chaos, she is able to muster up a small smile for the man who had been her savior, reluctant as he might have been to do it.
she looks to the box of chocolates he still holds, and can't help but shake her head a little at all that fuss. true, she appreciates rare treats as much as the next person, but that was just ridiculous! ]
To be honest, I didn't even know what was in there... I was walking past, and s-suddenly this large crowd just swarmed up out of nowhere...! Next thing I know, I was in the shop.
sooo find more jerks to chivalrously* punch got it (*ragna no)
But Ragna doesn't have much time to dwell on that trail of thought, when she returns his little squeeze from earlier with one of her own. ]
?
[ It's faint, but the gesture doesn't go unnoticed as that furrowed scowl of his ebbs away for a moment, his peripheral following her slender hand as it slips from his. He didn't do it for a favour or any expectations. But something so small, something he almost wonders if he ever had...it was...nice. Like telling him without words that what he did was good. And that it was okay to feel satisfied with that. ]
Yeah, and if I hadn't showed up, you— [ ... Ugh. Don't go smiling at him like that?! Any kneejerk impulse to scold her or ask her what she was thinking gets curbed in record time. Come now, Ragna. The trouble is over. Take the kind words.
No Rabbit or other assholes were around to rudely interrupt.His sourpuss expression wanes, to something more neutral. Something tempering on warmth for once. He relaxes. ] You're welcome.[ As for why she was there in the first place? He listens with a hand set on his hip, ]
Between those pushy solicitors and...whatever the hell got into all of them... [ Shit. So that's how she turned into a ball of anxiety on the ground. How stupid can people get? He's learning that the lows just keep on getting lower. He almost feels uncomfortable holding this box. But...it's a perfectly fine box, having survived the scuffle, adorned in silken red and rose ribbons. Each delectable truffle is wrapped with tenderness and care, concealing the little pieces of heaven that await those that sink their teeth in, to let it all melt on one's tongue.
Oh just imagine the hearts that would throb for those lucky enough to get this from their sweethearts! An absolute must-have to court and perhaps sweeten one's deck.
... yeah that was not his goal he does not give a shit. ]
Here.
[ Ragna holds out the coveted box for Olivia. Happy Valentine's(??) ]
he is so cute i'm gonna scream
Oh..!
[ she looks pleasantly startled by the offer, her cheeks warming up once more and flushing with color. truly, he's got to be a kind and generous man! not only did he just save her, but he's even giving her a coveted gift. ]
Th-Thank you, I. [ reflex has her already reaching for the box, but she stops herself just shy of her fingertips brushing against silken ribbon. she snaps her hands back to her chest, eyes wide. ] A-Are you sure?! You worked so hard for it...
[ "worked so hard for it" he literally knocked a man out without breaking a sweat. ]
You were in that store, too, weren't you? You must have lost your place in line because of me...
[ oh noooooo now she feels horrible ]
weh no he's a rude ass. ... a soft rude ass but (this whole thing got cute wtf)
She's even about to gingerly reach for and accept the box before she snaps her hands back. And that response gets him more than her initial bout of fluster. ]
Hm?
[ What's wrong? ... thinking about it, maybe these chocolates were laced with something. He's heard that practically everything here was designed to coax their guests into indulging and relaxing. Not these ones, however. They're just really, really, really damn good. Not that Ragna knew or trusted that, but maybe giving her these and setting her up wasn't such a good idea and— ]
Huh??
[ Wait, did she think that he was there to nab himself some chocolates too? Who the hell would he even give them to if he did?! ... Clearly, Olivia. The miscommunication finally breaks that thick front of his. And now it's his turn for a rosy tint to glow in his cheeks. ]
What are you talking about? I poked my head in to see what the hell was going on! [ A beat. ] And then I saw you. [ 'stupidly shrinking down in a hostile overcrowd' goes unsaid. fjdksla ] If anything, you're the reason I cut any damn line!
[ They're gonna put his face on the wall in the break room, aren't they. How many times till he gets banned from the Great Tit. His eyes soften from their initial widen and his kneejerk defence. Gonna gloss over the terse "did this for you" thing. Yup. ]
Look. Just. You want 'em?
SO cute and it's all ragna's fault
and, really, having had all the context, there'a absolutely no reason for olivia to grow as red-faced as she does. and yet she does. maybe if he hadn't been so passionate when he said all that...
...no no, don't blame him!! it's not his fault she became mildly delusional there for a second!! ]
O-Oh... I see!
[ give her a moment to reorient herself here... get the beating of her heart to slow a little... she tucks some hair behind an ear, clears her throat. steadies her voice a little more. ]
I'd love them, but... it still feels a little wrong to just take them from you.
[ fortunately, she has an idea. ]
It's a pretty big box... Why don't we share it?
sigh he needs to take responsibility... (no ragna don't make it WORSE—)
If you ignore his brusque tone and choice of language, this really was a more tender chain of events than one could have thought. She really was the demure and shy type, wasn't she? In a way, she reminded him of someone else he knew. Someone that he went to stupid lengths to protect too, now that he thought about it. At least Olivia was saved from getting called an idiot. Watching the way she tucked her hair behind an ear, cleared her throat, it was...actually kind of cute?
If anything, seeing how nervous she was made him lax his shoulders some more. Okay. Okay. He thinks, so long as nothing decides to butt in and fiddle with that short fuse of his, he'll take the lead for them on this one. Exploring this place to get out wasn't doing anything for him yet. And no one's prying, maybe Ragna can take a break. Even if he didn't think anything of it now as she offers to share the box. He sighs, more softly this time as if admitting defeat. ]
You're a stubborn one. [ Yet his tone has lost that edge from before. And with a compromise on the table now: ] Fine. Why not?
[ And for the first time since dragging her out of that fiasco, he smiles. Now he's in a good mood. ]
I did work pretty hard for them. [ He says, using her own words right back. ...that and it felt good to finally hit something. dfasjkl ] C'mon. We'll find a place to sit.
[ There's plenty of dinette tables close to the Great Tit! Unless they decided to find a bench a little further. ]