【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
the outfit practically falling off raika's body is the remains of a (formerly) crisp silver suit a shade lighter than his hair. the jacket was rumpled under him, only barely qualifying as still being "worn" by one sleeve hanging for dear life from his wrist, the dress shirt and waistcoat both unbuttoned halfway and the classy black leather belt loose in its loops.
without his glasses on, he can't see shit beyond a couple of feet in front of him. they've miraculously manifested on the bedside table, but he's a bit busy being extremely confused, staring up at the ceiling. yes, he's aware of another presence in the bed. no, he's not going to directly acknowledge that yet, not even with an arm casually slung over his waist.
after a long pause of deliberation, he exhales and sits up, pawing around the table for his glasses and slipping them on. he looks around, calmly. looks at his bedmate, calmly. ]
Sorry. I think I'm in the wrong hotel.
[ internal monologue: shitshitshit what the fuck what the fuck (cont.) ]
ii; ODDS (nsfw)
[ it didn't take a genius to figure out what the purpose of this place was, considering how blatantly it was even without, y'know, the explicit (in both senses) explanation. the smart move would have been to stay put, wait out the panic (personal) and activity (external), and find a way out ideally through the front door.
of course that's not at all what he did, and now he's not only lost but lost in a dark, wet maze of far-too-friendly cephalopods. the robe he'd picked up in the lobby was fluffy, comforting, and absolutely useless at defending him from the touch of seeking tentacles. when a keen-eyed octopus spots a flash of tantalising Bare Twink Ankle, it's all over that real estate before raika can react. ]
Wha-!
[ splash. you can find him in the shallows, struggling to pull himself away from a pair of octopi who seem to be having fun taking things slowly. or you can find him post-escape, face flushed and skin prickling with the need to be touched, pressed against a wall near one of the pools closer to the spa exits. ]
Can you, ah, get me some water? Please.
[ yeah that's not the kind of thirst you're feeling, bud. ]
iii; ELEVATORS (potential nsfw)
[ being stuck in an elevator with raika is a bit like that one evangelion scene. he's rei.
nevertheless, as soon as one of the portraits poses its terms, he's all ears. the amber light catches his glasses, making his eyes unreadable - but there's a definite sense of challenge to his carefully neutral expression. ]
I'm not going to be stuck here all day.
[ you might catch that waver in his voice if you're with him in the presence of the hard-up maiden. conversely, if you've found yourselves stuck with the teasing trio, his voice is firm, confident... but somehow, you just know this guy absolutely sucks at flirting. ]
iv; THE NEST
[ an employee has somehow urged raika into a rather charming pale blue suit and lilac suspenders, gushing over how his look "really suits the advantages of 'gap cuteness'!!". she's right, and he seems to become more accepting of this the more he looks over the outfit.
he's encouraged to go find a pair of shoes to go with it, so he's perusing a rack of comfortable-looking loafers in various shades. he's never had much of a sense for this on his own, though - there's a reason he wears his school uniform pretty much everywhere. ]
Excuse me. Do you think these go better, or...?
[ he's presenting you with the options of a soft grey dress shoe and a more traditional black point-toe brogue. ]
x; WILDCARD(!)
[ "whys this dude look like Angery yukito css" thats clamp for you baybey. make ur own prompt im not ur dad!!! ota to all genders (though if you're a very forward woman you'll probably freak him out due to ~past experiences~, he is more interested in men and i need 👏 this 👏 dude 👏 railed 👏 pronto 👏👏👏). raika is 18 (post-d2) so keep that in mind i guess. not keen on toilet kinks (aside from normal fucking in a bathroom) or hard powerplay stuff. pm to plot if youd like!! ]
New, in the sense that everything was suddenly wedding-themed and he thinks whoever runs this place (J, that asshole) was out to get him after all the whining he did, but also because he's never seen a groom that looked like a drowned rat before. A horny drowned rat? He's been in that state before, and he's seen others in that state. In a place like this, it's more likely to be aroused than feverish.
Uh...]
You good there, bud?
[He comes close, but doesn't touch him yet. Look, he doesn't want to cross boundaries, and this guy is uh-- he looks kind of like he needs actual help. He can be an annoyance later.]
[ no, he's not good, raika feels like snapping at this guy. he's got sucker marks up one leg and over both his forearms under his robe, slowly fading but still... painful? that wasn't quite the right word.
so the octopi were venomous. he wasn't stupid enough to not realise what kind of venom it might be, in this place. the droplets of water running down his back and thighs from being dunked in the pool may as well have been gentle fingertips from the sensation they were leaving.
let's ~ignore it~! that sounds like the best course of action, right!! haha. ]
F-fine, thankyou. You don't have a - ah, water bottle on you...?
[ he's about to actually snap back this time, that a water bottle is a perfectly reasonable thing to be carrying around, but rinne just trundles along with that casual comment like it's nothing. so instead raika's entire body flushes embarrassingly pink, glasses knocking askew in his haste to cover the evidence.
flinging the robe over his lap doesn't actually help much at all, given that it's soaked and weighing down on him. great. ]
What- what kind of help? [ he swallows. the implication was not lost on him, but... ] Unless you hhhave an antidote.
Do you just go offering help to-- to anyone you see in crisis?
[ putting anger in front of his mind would surely drown out the increasingly loud voice coming from the back of it that had piped up, traitorously announcing it very much would like some help, actually.
it gets especially loud once raika processes the word game. a fresh wave of arousal from the bruising suction cup marks, and definitely 100% not from anything else, makes him shudder. ]
[He's only been here a month, so honestly his pride took a hit at that accusation. Man, how he has fallen, but it's easier to do these if he's taking the initiative so...]
Well, ain't like ya gotta accept. I can drag ya t' the cafeteria to get water, but do ya really wanna go in that state?
[ accepting that he would also likely have to "get used to it" was going to be a big hurdle to overcome, especially since all factors indicated to it being totally true.
raika takes a deep breath, pressing his back even harder against the wall as if willing for it to swallow him up. ]
No, I don't. [ he probably could move, but there was no sense of this effect abating anytime soon.] So it... won't go away on its own?
[ well, let's see how we can make it suck even more. or less.
leona is... look. he's tired. always. he'd like to ignore playing the game that the resort has forced upon him but he's got half a mind to try just hard enough so he can get a few nice things. like... say... a bigger room. a few upgrades. maybe just try to speedrun so he can stop fucking around. literally and metaphorically speaking.
so when he does wake up in this bed, hearing an unknown voice, and also the sound of someone trying to grab something nearby? he uses that already extended arm of his to grab on, pull raika closer, and huskily whisper: ]
[ Oh Boy. with a muted yelp of surprise, raika finds himself with his side pressed closely to leona's chest, which is the exact opposite of where he had intended to be when he'd sat up. there's a whole security tape playing on fastforward in his brain, all last night's memories - the farewell party before heading off to america, kiyokura taizou giving him one too many winks and trying to shove him toward one or several would-be suitors, a flute of champagne someone had shoved into his hands despite him being underage.
but he's certain he'd managed to ignore kiyokura as usual, discard the alcohol, go to sleep in his own bed. and yet, there was a somewhat distressingly handsome stranger cuddling up to him regardless. ]
You're mistaking me for someone else. [ sort of. awkwardly taps the arm around his waist. please let go. ] I have a flight to catch.
[ and he did, if this had been the same hotel he'd fallen asleep in. ]
[ sorry. he's not going to let go. in fact, he's incentivized to keep that one arm around raika's waist while he uses his other hand to stroke his chest. his fingertips dragging through skin, but not digging. he's not looking to hurt the poor guy. he has no idea what's in store. ]
Got some bad news for ya. You're pretty much trapped. And I don't mean here with me.
[ using raika as an impromptu small spoon, he presses his face against the back of his neck. ]
[ internal monologue, can we introduce you to your new partner, internal screaming? we're sure you two will work wonderfully together.
raika's brain does not want to think about how the warm hand on his bare chest aligns perfectly with the unbuttoned state of his dress shirt. it definitely doesn't want to think about why his belt is loose, or the fact that he isn't sure if his rather uncomfortable-for-sleeping pants are actually fastened at all.
leona's face against his nape makes his breath hitch. which is, of course, a little terrifying.
so he kicks sharply behind him, hoping to catch his bedmate's leg. ]
[ what kind of second prince would ignore such a forceful statement like that? the kick doesn't hurt and it barely surprises him, but it's enough. he knows that there is a time to be playful and to tease, and when to... let someone find out the bad news themselves. words won't always work. force isn't always worth the effort.
leona rolls to the other side of the bed, tossing the sheets off of his form. his lace get-up shows more skin than not, gold and silver jewelry on his wrists and neck looking just as natural as his lion-esque ears fit on top of his head.
and he glares sharply down at his watch, before he huffs out a dry laugh. ]
Guess I shoulda rephrased. You're definitely trapped with me. In 'marriage'.
[ a series of shocks hit poor raika's already muddled senses - the handsome man sharing his bed was severely underdressed / apparently some kind of cosplayer, judging by the ears and finery / he had skipped a day and ended up in vegas instead of new york, somehow???
and he was wearing a smartwatch, which had gone unnoticed despite being the source of the alarm that had awoken him. its jaunty congratulatory message raised several more questions, such as - ]
[ if only leona could read minds... he'd love to see what was going through raika's. he's kind of cute for a human, proving that even the stupidest ones can be very very adorable in the right light.
and with that, the beastman smirks knowingly. ]
Yep. Can't believe we got married and ya forgot. Though I guess technically I would'a forgotten too.
[ shrugs. it's still kind of funny. it's annoying too but like. ]
[ raika sits up hurriedly, panicked fingers trying (and mostly failing) to button up his shirt, which he was certain did not belong to him. he feels more than sees leona's eyes on him, giving the impression he was definitely some kind of prey for this cat-eared weirdo.
and man, was this guy dedicated to his act. royalty? sure, he looked the part nearly perfectly, but what kind of actual royalty ended up fake-married to some random guy? ]
[Honestly, the last time Senku had a strange encounter in an elevator, a girl gave him a drink that made him come fast and hard. At least it was his own choice to try it, and it was over quickly. This time, they may be here a while. Sorry, confident guy.]
I hate to break it to you, but you got in an elevator with the worst guy possible for cute and sweet.
["Don't be a spoilsport. What about a little sweet and innocent hand-holding?" one member of the trio titters. (He never thought he'd have a reason to use the word titter, but that's definitely what she just did.)
Senku shrugs and sticks out his hand, but it's more like he's holding it out for a low five.]
[ as if that wasn't totally obvious. raika gives senku a nod of greeting paired with a considering sweep of his general demeanor - seemed sensible enough, thank goodness.
...but, yeah, that hand position felt a little too much like a call of "paw, boy!" was about to follow. none of that, thanks. raika reaches out, lifts senku's hand up to mid-body height, and threads their fingers together casually. this was considered cute, right? ]
Is this enough?
[ half-directed at the portrait, half at senku. one of the trio tuts, all of them scrutinising the cuteness level with dour expressions. "too stiff!" one says. "and not even in the fun way!" another follows. ]
[It seems good enough to Senku. Threading their fingers together was a nice touch. The art apparently has higher standards.]
I'm relaxed.
[Mentally, maybe, but his overall stance gives the impression of someone who is learning how to hold hands for the first time. Perhaps an alien being taught the ways of human affection.]
What if we swing our arms?
[He pulls Raika's arm back and forth a couple of times. It's something two kids might do while holding hands and skipping down the street. That's cute, isn't it?
The painting does not approve.
"How could I have been so wrong? Handholding just won't do with these two. What else do you have?"]
[ that was definitely cute, right? senku's inexperience added another layer to the overall image, right? what kind of person wouldn't think that was an adorable interpretation of handholding?
the painting, apparently. which, okay, was technically not a person but three people. none of them seemed satisfied still, which made raika suspect their definition of "cute" was not what most people would deem common. ]
Don't ask for something and then claim it's not what you wanted.
[ he snaps at the painting, letting go of senku's hand and crossing his arms. despite the frustration, he's clearly thinking hard. then he shuffles over, awkwardly, and leans his head on senku's shoulder, awkwardly.
[He gives Raika lots of credit for trying, and he definitely has a point about the finicky denizens of the painting.
Trying is the operative word here, though. This doesn't feel very cute, even for someone who is far from a cuteness expert. It seems like a pointless effort even as he moves, but he has to at least try.
Senku drapes his arm over Raika's shoulder. On the verge of patting his head, he decides that would be a little too much like placating someone while saying, "there, there," and ruffles his hair instead.]
We're practically oozing cuteness now.
[The women in the painting are too disappointed to even say anything. They just shake their heads.]
[ they're similar heights, so this is not only awkward but actually sort of uncomfortable. senku's hand in his hair was kind of pleasant, from a tactile standpoint, but it doesn't affect him enough to change his unimpressed expression or uncross his arms.
We're Doing Great! ]
I agree. What the hell do you three expect.
[ "some emotion! a smile, a hug, a kiss!" one of them implores. the others nod in agreement. "at the very least," one follows up with. raika sighs and faces senku again. ]
Heh heh, I think we could have been the world's most adorable hand-holders, and they still wouldn't have been satisfied.
[Senku can't do much about smiling because he's been smiling all along. Just in an I can't believe this is happening to me laughing at his luck sort of way that isn't sweet at all. In fact, there's a good chance he's physically incapable of smiling in a sweet way. It's best that he doesn't even try.
That leaves two other options. With Raika's arms crossed, it's not looking good for a hug.]
If you're opposed to this, duck.
[He leans in and up to plant a kiss on his forehead. Senku doesn't place any particular importance on kissing, but he knows some people do.
This is turning into a very top-of-head-centric encounter.]
[ the request for a smile had raika considering it, being much less hung up on the concept than he used to be, but... that surely wouldn't be enough. it's good that senku takes the initiative this time, and raika has no real context for why he should duck until there's lips briefly pressed to his forehead.
oh. okay. he has no issue with that, conceptually. if the top of his cheekbones go a bit pink that's just a coincidence. there's a little giggle from one of the painting's figures at the sight.
so raika smiles as a response. it looks pretty genuine, though there's a twitch under one eye. this is cute, right. ]
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raika koshiba | vanguard will+dress | ota
ii; ODDS (nsfw)
iii; ELEVATORS (potential nsfw)
iv; THE NEST
x; WILDCARD(!)
[ "whys this dude look like Angery yukito css" thats clamp for you baybey. make ur own prompt im not ur dad!!! ota to all genders (though if you're a very forward woman you'll probably freak him out due to ~past experiences~, he is more interested in men and i need 👏 this 👏 dude 👏 railed 👏 pronto 👏👏👏). raika is 18 (post-d2) so keep that in mind i guess. not keen on toilet kinks (aside from normal fucking in a bathroom) or hard powerplay stuff. pm to plot if youd like!! ]
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[Well, this is new.
New, in the sense that everything was suddenly wedding-themed and he thinks whoever runs this place (J, that asshole) was out to get him after all the whining he did, but also because he's never seen a groom that looked like a drowned rat before. A horny drowned rat? He's been in that state before, and he's seen others in that state. In a place like this, it's more likely to be aroused than feverish.
Uh...]
You good there, bud?
[He comes close, but doesn't touch him yet. Look, he doesn't want to cross boundaries, and this guy is uh-- he looks kind of like he needs actual help. He can be an annoyance later.]
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so the octopi were venomous. he wasn't stupid enough to not realise what kind of venom it might be, in this place. the droplets of water running down his back and thighs from being dunked in the pool may as well have been gentle fingertips from the sensation they were leaving.
let's ~ignore it~! that sounds like the best course of action, right!! haha. ]
F-fine, thankyou. You don't have a - ah, water bottle on you...?
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[He looks down meaningfully. I mean.]
Ya got an impressive stiffy there. Need help with that?
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flinging the robe over his lap doesn't actually help much at all, given that it's soaked and weighing down on him. great. ]
What- what kind of help? [ he swallows. the implication was not lost on him, but... ] Unless you hhhave an antidote.
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[He pretends to hold something in his hand and moves it up and down. You know. That kind of help.]
What antidote? Ya talkin' 'bout a game. It ain't that kinda poison, man.
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Do you just go offering help to-- to anyone you see in crisis?
[ putting anger in front of his mind would surely drown out the increasingly loud voice coming from the back of it that had piped up, traitorously announcing it very much would like some help, actually.
it gets especially loud once raika processes the word game. a fresh wave of arousal from the bruising suction cup marks, and definitely 100% not from anything else, makes him shudder. ]
You're too. Casual.
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[He's only been here a month, so honestly his pride took a hit at that accusation. Man, how he has fallen, but it's easier to do these if he's taking the initiative so...]
Well, ain't like ya gotta accept. I can drag ya t' the cafeteria to get water, but do ya really wanna go in that state?
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raika takes a deep breath, pressing his back even harder against the wall as if willing for it to swallow him up. ]
No, I don't. [ he probably could move, but there was no sense of this effect abating anytime soon.] So it... won't go away on its own?
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leona is... look. he's tired. always. he'd like to ignore playing the game that the resort has forced upon him but he's got half a mind to try just hard enough so he can get a few nice things. like... say... a bigger room. a few upgrades. maybe just try to speedrun so he can stop fucking around. literally and metaphorically speaking.
so when he does wake up in this bed, hearing an unknown voice, and also the sound of someone trying to grab something nearby? he uses that already extended arm of his to grab on, pull raika closer, and huskily whisper: ]
Nah. You're exactly where ya should be.
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but he's certain he'd managed to ignore kiyokura as usual, discard the alcohol, go to sleep in his own bed. and yet, there was a somewhat distressingly handsome stranger cuddling up to him regardless. ]
You're mistaking me for someone else. [ sort of. awkwardly taps the arm around his waist. please let go. ] I have a flight to catch.
[ and he did, if this had been the same hotel he'd fallen asleep in. ]
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[ sorry. he's not going to let go. in fact, he's incentivized to keep that one arm around raika's waist while he uses his other hand to stroke his chest. his fingertips dragging through skin, but not digging. he's not looking to hurt the poor guy. he has no idea what's in store. ]
Got some bad news for ya. You're pretty much trapped. And I don't mean here with me.
[ using raika as an impromptu small spoon, he presses his face against the back of his neck. ]
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raika's brain does not want to think about how the warm hand on his bare chest aligns perfectly with the unbuttoned state of his dress shirt. it definitely doesn't want to think about why his belt is loose, or the fact that he isn't sure if his rather uncomfortable-for-sleeping pants are actually fastened at all.
leona's face against his nape makes his breath hitch. which is, of course, a little terrifying.
so he kicks sharply behind him, hoping to catch his bedmate's leg. ]
If I'm not trapped with you, then let go.
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leona rolls to the other side of the bed, tossing the sheets off of his form. his lace get-up shows more skin than not, gold and silver jewelry on his wrists and neck looking just as natural as his lion-esque ears fit on top of his head.
and he glares sharply down at his watch, before he huffs out a dry laugh. ]
Guess I shoulda rephrased. You're definitely trapped with me. In 'marriage'.
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[ a series of shocks hit poor raika's already muddled senses - the handsome man sharing his bed was severely underdressed / apparently some kind of cosplayer, judging by the ears and finery / he had skipped a day and ended up in vegas instead of new york, somehow???
and he was wearing a smartwatch, which had gone unnoticed despite being the source of the alarm that had awoken him. its jaunty congratulatory message raised several more questions, such as - ]
What?
[ eloquent today aren't we ]
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and with that, the beastman smirks knowingly. ]
Yep. Can't believe we got married and ya forgot. Though I guess technically I would'a forgotten too.
[ shrugs. it's still kind of funny. it's annoying too but like. ]
Imagin' marryin' into royalty and not knowin'.
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[ raika sits up hurriedly, panicked fingers trying (and mostly failing) to button up his shirt, which he was certain did not belong to him. he feels more than sees leona's eyes on him, giving the impression he was definitely some kind of prey for this cat-eared weirdo.
and man, was this guy dedicated to his act. royalty? sure, he looked the part nearly perfectly, but what kind of actual royalty ended up fake-married to some random guy? ]
You can drop the character, okay. Who are you?
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I hate to break it to you, but you got in an elevator with the worst guy possible for cute and sweet.
["Don't be a spoilsport. What about a little sweet and innocent hand-holding?" one member of the trio titters. (He never thought he'd have a reason to use the word titter, but that's definitely what she just did.)
Senku shrugs and sticks out his hand, but it's more like he's holding it out for a low five.]
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[ as if that wasn't totally obvious. raika gives senku a nod of greeting paired with a considering sweep of his general demeanor - seemed sensible enough, thank goodness.
...but, yeah, that hand position felt a little too much like a call of "paw, boy!" was about to follow. none of that, thanks. raika reaches out, lifts senku's hand up to mid-body height, and threads their fingers together casually. this was considered cute, right? ]
Is this enough?
[ half-directed at the portrait, half at senku. one of the trio tuts, all of them scrutinising the cuteness level with dour expressions. "too stiff!" one says. "and not even in the fun way!" another follows. ]
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I'm relaxed.
[Mentally, maybe, but his overall stance gives the impression of someone who is learning how to hold hands for the first time. Perhaps an alien being taught the ways of human affection.]
What if we swing our arms?
[He pulls Raika's arm back and forth a couple of times. It's something two kids might do while holding hands and skipping down the street. That's cute, isn't it?
The painting does not approve.
"How could I have been so wrong? Handholding just won't do with these two. What else do you have?"]
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the painting, apparently. which, okay, was technically not a person but three people. none of them seemed satisfied still, which made raika suspect their definition of "cute" was not what most people would deem common. ]
Don't ask for something and then claim it's not what you wanted.
[ he snaps at the painting, letting go of senku's hand and crossing his arms. despite the frustration, he's clearly thinking hard. then he shuffles over, awkwardly, and leans his head on senku's shoulder, awkwardly.
it's awkward. ]
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Trying is the operative word here, though. This doesn't feel very cute, even for someone who is far from a cuteness expert. It seems like a pointless effort even as he moves, but he has to at least try.
Senku drapes his arm over Raika's shoulder. On the verge of patting his head, he decides that would be a little too much like placating someone while saying, "there, there," and ruffles his hair instead.]
We're practically oozing cuteness now.
[The women in the painting are too disappointed to even say anything. They just shake their heads.]
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We're Doing Great! ]
I agree. What the hell do you three expect.
[ "some emotion! a smile, a hug, a kiss!" one of them implores. the others nod in agreement. "at the very least," one follows up with. raika sighs and faces senku again. ]
...so they plan on escalating anyway. Fraudulent.
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[Senku can't do much about smiling because he's been smiling all along. Just in an I can't believe this is happening to me laughing at his luck sort of way that isn't sweet at all. In fact, there's a good chance he's physically incapable of smiling in a sweet way. It's best that he doesn't even try.
That leaves two other options. With Raika's arms crossed, it's not looking good for a hug.]
If you're opposed to this, duck.
[He leans in and up to plant a kiss on his forehead. Senku doesn't place any particular importance on kissing, but he knows some people do.
This is turning into a very top-of-head-centric encounter.]
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oh. okay. he has no issue with that, conceptually. if the top of his cheekbones go a bit pink that's just a coincidence. there's a little giggle from one of the painting's figures at the sight.
so raika smiles as a response. it looks pretty genuine, though there's a twitch under one eye. this is cute, right. ]
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