【 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. 💕
that is exactly the kind of tag that would have been printed across her forehead, if at all possible. which is to say, hiyori isn't wrong in his assumption of her. except, her target isn't hiyori.
nonetheless, when she wakes to shrill screaming to see blonde hair (why is there a tinge of green?) and violet eyes, her mind instantly went to her brother. but no, the man is much shorter and less stout, and his hair most definitely carries a greenish-blonde hue to it. ah, but his accusations are so very much like him. she sighs as he finally calms down and heads toward the platter of food. she doesn't care.
cursing under her breath, belarus finally gets out of bed. she looks down at the black gown she is shoved into — so much like a mourning attire, as if mocking her — grimacing as she finally turns off the damn beeping watch.
what belarus doesn't expect next is to have a plate shoved in her direction. she glares at him, equally violet gaze dropping down to the quiche, then back at him. ]
And you do not mind if I die from it?
[ she wouldn't die from something like poison, being somewhat resistant herself, as well as being what she is. but if she does, she'll come back and haunt his ass. ]
[He doesn't suspect her of kidnapping. That'd be a bit much for a petite and unassuming girl like her to pull off, wouldn't it? Though the stalking possibility did briefly cross his mind, as passion and obsession can drive fans to perform some dangerous stunts. Stunts such as climbing onstage during a performance and falling off to break their neck, for instance. Compared to that tragedy, a fan sneaking inside the ES dorms so she can hop in bed with her favorite idol doesn't sound too far-fetched.
But security is tight at ES, and in any case, this isn't his room. That much is obvious—just look around the place! There are all these heart-shaped pillows, heart-shaped plates, heart-shaped balloons, and pink furniture! Plus some stuff that's strictly forbidden in the dorms, like alcohol, and, well... the stuff inside the nightstand drawer. Which he's not going to name, even in the metatext. Out of sight, out of mind!]
Now when did I say that?
[He's seated in one of the pink chairs, dressed not in black but in white: a white suit with gold trim and a powder blue suit vest, paired with white gloves. Not a bad look on him by any means, and the quality of the fabric is high; the jabot is made of real silk, the white gloves are lace-trimmed, and the gold embroidery forms an elegant pattern of roses. But he absolutely hates it. Why? Because it's all too eerily reminiscent of something else he hated wearing before, that's why!
So in spite of the impressive spread laid out in front of him, chock full of all his favorite foods, his dour mood hasn't improved. But he still sends his newlywed wife a smile, one that looks bright and reassuring rather than mocking. That's his biggest asset as an idol, or rather, his greatest strength as a human: his ability to smile no matter the circumstance.]
I don't want anyone to die. That would just be the absolute worst. And I don't like seeing girls cry, either. So if anything was in the food, I'd rush to your aid at once! Don't worry, nothing bad will happen on my watch... ♪
[ that's where hiyori got it wrong again. belarus is highly capable of kidnapping, along with every other possibilities he suspects. she has broken down enough doors and get past security to know her way around things. nothing is going to put a barrier between her and her brother. heck, he best be careful she doesn't crawl out of his pc à la sadako. in fact, it wouldn't be far-fetched at all that she has prepared such a honeymoon room to place her brother in.
but that's neither here nor there. ]
You are putting me at risk.
[ not that she's worried at all, and it clearly shows on her face how unperturbed she is by his request. nonetheless, she takes a step closer, eyes narrowing as she takes in the fancy wedding suit he's in. or not. but it's close enough to be princely. also, her? cry? hah! the chances are nil zero.
fuck! she wants to wipe the smile off his face.
keeping her gaze on hiyori, she picks up the mini quiche, and then steps closer to him. ]
In life and death, no?
[ she takes a bite of the quiche, and with her free hand, grabs his jaw and, with surprising strength, forces it open enough that she can shove the rest into his mouth.
[It's fair to say he doesn't know what he's dealing with. All he knows is that the girl he woke up with doesn't want to be here, either—a surefire sign that this is sabotage, since eloping with him ought to be a joyous occasion! And she seems grumpy, which is understandable given the aforementioned sabotage. Still, two grumpy people makes for an absolutely dismal state of affairs, so her poor mood is paradoxically prompting him to act more cheerful. Time to sublimate that anger!
His words were intended to calm her down, and well, she does seem calm, in a dry and deadpan sort of way. No more receptive to poison-testing, though, which is unfortunate for him. What should he do now...? He can't afford to go hungry, but he can't afford to fall prey to some scheme, either! Or rather, he can't afford to fall prey to another scheme, since he's already in the midst of one evil plot. He's just not sure what to do!
But while he's deliberating, his bedmate approaches. He blinks when she takes the mini quiche, before visibly brightening up.]
Ah, you had a change of heart, huh? ♪
[Good, good. Though he's not sure what to make of that cryptic statement. And he will actually feel bad if the food turns out to be poisoned—or laced with some kind of sleep and/or memory drug, which is what he suspects might really be going on (it would explain why neither of them woke up while they were transported here).
But if that's the case, he'll look after her! And if the food is safe, then they can both dig in and savor the lovely quiches to their heart's content. He watches her face, trying to gauge her reaction.
And then gets one of the nastiest shocks of his life!
Sure, he's heard rude things from people before (things like "With your personality, it's amazing you haven't been stabbed"), but he's never been force-fed, or even manhandled at all like this! Or, uh, womanhandled? Anyway, he did not see this coming, and the wide-eyed look of alarm on his face is probably quite satisfying.]
Mmph—?!
[He gags for a second, then starts to chew. Because, well, what else is there to do? He won't spit it out, he's not an animal. The quiche easily starts to crumble, though, so he hurriedly brings his hands to his mouth to catch a chunk before it can fall.
[ there's a smug satisfied look on her face as she watches him panic, all the while savouring her own piece of quiche. quite delicious. utterly flavourful. none of the telltale flavour of poison she could taste or smell, fortunately.
hiyori is just lucky that her knives had been confiscated. otherwise, he may have gotten stabbed instead of having a pastry shoved into his mouth. in the meantime, she eats another piece of quiche, this time mushroom variant, swallowing before she answers him simply. ]
Poison testing.
[ she finishes the rest of it before delicately wiping her mouth with a napkin. ]
Maybe it is not poison, but drug. If that is so, then you and I are fucked.
[ figuratively and literally speaking. after all, they're "married", right? why not consummate it?
though in all honesty, belarus thinks it's a whole load of crap, and believes there is more to find out before coming to a conclusion. ]
[Hiyori doesn't sleep with people who shove food in his face, thank you very much!]
Huh? But that makes no sense! There's no use poison testing if we both do it!
[He shoots her a glare, collecting the fallen-off pieces of quiche with his plate and then dabbing at his mouth delicately with a napkin. Of all the people for him to get "married" off to, did it have to be someone so violent? This day is just going from bad to worse! Even the quiche, while delicious, isn't enjoyable—not when she points out the same thing he'd been thinking about it maybe being drugged. The look on his face hardens, and he wrinkles his nose.]
I don't like your language or your behavior. And nope, not at all! Though I have a pretty decent hunch who might be involved.
[ and she does not sleep with people who has no qualms about getting her possibly getting poisoned.
no, scratch that. it has happened before. the poisoning. not the sex. ]
Does not matter. I will not die, so you are safe.
[ she'll get to come to his aid, no? come, hiyori, be the "damsel" in distress.
regardless, she ignores the glare, unaffected by how affected he is. in fact, it amuses her now that he's not having a stupid grin on his face. ]
You are not the first nor the last. [ it makes no difference to her. ] So? Who is it?
[ whoever put them up to this, they'll have to answer to the nation that is belarus. there will be a lot of stabbing. and since her knives are missing, she'll just claw at them with her nails like a feral cat. ]
I doubt the name will mean anything to you. You're not involved in our whole world, I assume. And it doesn't mean much to me, either, to be honest...
[He lets out a short sigh. He's tired—it's been nothing but work lately, and things have gone horribly weird. They were supposed to have a smooth ride to the main competition, thanks to their seed rights, but something got mixed-up along the way. There's always some plot going on, and he's tired of it!
And the one responsible is "that" person. Isn't that right?]
You haven't heard of anyone who goes by the name "Gatekeeper," have you?
[He watches her surly face for any sign of recognition.]
He's about my height, but much less pleasing to look at. He wears a suit and a red tie, and he's got brown hair and yellow eyes. ... Or maybe it was yellow hair and brown eyes? It was dark out, so I didn't really get a good look at him!
[ he has his competition to go to, she has a world meeting to attend. both important, both unable to be there. as he rattles off the name and description of the possible culprit, she goes off to check out the stack of gift boxes nearby. ]
Heard of gatekeepers, but not anyone who goes by that name.
[ she replies in an off-handed manner, opening up the box closest to her. oh my, whoever planned this wedding celebration has everything prepared, don't they? pulling out the set of leather handcuffs for wrists and ankles, she holds it up for him to see. ]
Is he the type who has such kinky and perverted interest?
[Yep. He didn't think that would ring any bells. Well, she asked, so he told her, and that was that. Given that all sorts of absurd things have been happening throughout the competition, from units getting dropped into a jungle or forced to compete for coins in the desert, it's not exactly a stretch to think that Gatekeeper and the P-Association might be involved. In fact, he's sure they are, because who else would orchestrate something like this?
It seems she's off to explore the room, so he'll just polish off the rest of his mini quiche and sip tea for now. Might as well, when he already had one stuffed in his mouth. No drowsiness, no aches, and no shortness of breath or anything so far.
He almost spits out the tea when she holds up those cuffs, though.]
Ugh! How should I know?
[He sets the cup back on the saucer with a clatter, turning his head away as though offended by the sight of that "gift."]
That is not what I want to be thinking about while I eat, thanks! Or ever, for that matter.
[ belarus has no idea about hiyori's world, or what it entails. but being in such a strange place isn't too far-fetched for her. maybe one of england's magic circle spell went awry, or it's one of the occult magic that she'd kind of forgotten about and then self-activated without her knowledge.
regardless, she might as well look around and explore. at least she hadn't woken up alone, instead having a "spouse" of sort whom she can bully talk to. ]
Maybe he thinks you like these.
[ there's more sounds of rummaging when he looks away, focusing his attention elsewhere. but if and when he glances back at her, hiyori would find belarus standing where she was during the quiche-shoving, her arms full of a myriad of sex toys as she lets it all fall onto the table in front of him. there is a dildo, butt plug, nipple clamps, etc. ]
[He shoots her a dirty look, but doesn't deign to respond to that first comment. The only reason anyone would trap an idol like him in a "wedding suite" with those items is because they knew he won't like it, or rather, that it would threaten his career. They want to manufacture a scandal, in other words.
But he won't bother getting into that with her. He'll eat, and leave his so-called "wife" to continue rummaging around. (Whom he is not actually married to, thank goodness!)
Yet his peaceful meal is interrupted once again, this time even more rudely!]
No, no I'm not, and having you dump them here won't change anything!
[He swipes his sleeve across the table and sweeps the toys onto the floor, not wanting to touch them with his hands. If part of the tea set also winds up on the floor, oh well! That's for someone else to pick up, not him!]
You're not trying to signal your interest, are you?
[He whirls on her with an irritated look.]
If so, your approach desperately needs work! And anyway, it's completely unrequited, so if that's how you feel, why not go to sleep and have a pleasant dream about me?
[He points a white-gloved finger at the bed.]
You sleep, I'll eat in peace, and then there won't be any problem. That sounds like the best bet for everyone, doesn't it? ♪
[ it seems her mission to annoy him has succeeded, though in truth, anyone would have reacted the same way towards what she did. if nothing else, it certainly broke the careful facade of his princely image. there's even a flash of pleased look on her face. was that a childish move? perhaps so, if only to ruffle his feathers a bit.
even as the sex toys (and fine china tea set) are swiped off the table, crashing onto the floor and making a mess, she doesn't seem phased by it. so rarely does anyone dare to rebuke her in such a manner, more often than not they'll be quaking and trembling in fear from her mere presence.
it's almost refreshing. ]
Are you a virgin?
[ she can't help but ask, bending down to pick the toys, wiping it all clean and placing it on the table. this time a good distance away from his reach. ]
[Hey, the floor is carpeted, at least. Though that teacup and saucer definitely cracked when they smashed into each other. He doesn't approve of destroying beautiful things as a general rule of thumb, but maybe this will teach someone a lesson.
Not her, though. Her behavior continues to perplex him, and all he can do is frown as she proceeds to wipe those sex toys. Honestly, what on earth is she doing? She doesn't intend to use them herself, does she? What frustrated women do in their own time is none of his business, really, but he'd prefer she wait until he's out of the room.]
You poor thing. No one ever taught you manners, huh?
[Another reproach, accompanied by the same frown, though he doesn't sound overly defensive. Honestly, her question is troublesome. Idols are supposed to remain chaste, and even being seen alone with the opposite sex can lead to trouble. At the same time, his own unit cashes in on sex appeal, and it's fair to say that his fans might like to imagine him as someone who can show them the ropes and give them a pleasant time. Saying yes or no could dash someone else's dream.
He hopes, of course, that he's not being filmed or recorded. And if he is, he's already "screwed," as she indelicately put it. But there's no need to invite even more trouble.]
I'm pure as the driven snow, of course. Hopefully that answers your question.
[He says it with a smile, more earnest than jeering. It's an attempt to cover his bases; if anyone's recording this, then he's safe because he didn't admit to anything untoward. But in the nightmarish scenario where this ever did get released to fans, his wording is so outlandish they could imagine he's lying.
Which he is, of course. No one's really "pure."
Virgin or no, he's not remotely happy to see her put the toys back on the table, which triggers another frown before he turns back to his tea.]
I don't want those on the table. Go shove them in a drawer or down a trash chute. And I don't much appreciate being compared to whoever-that-is, either. I'm one of a kind, you know ♪ You ought to respect that, at least.
[ as much of a mess as the tea did on the carpet, at least. a lesson, though taught, is however not learned. his frustration and outburst isn't going to deter her in the least. even when he insults her lack of manners. she's always been blunt anyway.
again, it's supremely fortunate that this isn't the room belarus had prepared for her brother, because it most definitely would have included hidden cameras and spycams, every ready to record every little detail within the confines of the room. it's not the first time she's done it before, and neither will it be the last, for as long as her obsessive love for him last.
she makes a noncommittal sound about his "purity", though she does raise a brow when he made his feelings known about the toys she'd placed on the table, or about the person whom she referred to. ]
Unable to stand the sight of them? You poor thing.
[ though she does start to pick them all up again, if only to put the toys back in their respective boxes. indecent as these items may be, they do deserve some decorum of respect for their functions. ]
One of a kind of not, you are not even worthy to be compared to him. [ her lips twitch. ] At least you have yet to run away from me.
[Whether he's "impure" or not, he doesn't like looking at silicone penises while he eats! Simple as that.
He's onto another mini quiche (he really is hungry, and he never tires of them!) by the time she drops that last bit of info. He weighs that in his head while he chews, putting the remaining quiche down when the meaning sinks in.]
Wait...
[He turns in his chair, looking over his shoulder at her.]
Let me see if I have this straight: you're yearning for some man who looks just like me, but he runs away every time he sees you... is that right?
congrats, hiyori, for drawing another glare from her. this time, her looks could kill. again, she wishes she has her knives on her.
wait. are there cutlery on the table?
she walks—prowls—back to him, the surrounding air seeming to drop a few degrees. though he's still rather tall even seated, her demeanour feels as if she's much taller. ]
[Yep, there's cutlery. Perfect for enjoying the freshly-made sausages and potato pancakes laid out for them. Not that he has any interest in those when there's the mini quiches, plus some good-looking pies and pastries he hasn't sampled yet. Which he may not get the chance to, if the little joke he made turns out to cost him his life!
The look on that girl's face is not amused. Her aura is downright menacing, causing his amused smile to slip. It was a joke, just a joke about her surly demeanor, and really she's just proving his point by acting so sinister! Please don't stab him with a butterknife.
But instead of getting violent (immediately, anyway), she instead uses her words.]
[ she does see the butterknife, her gaze briefly darting towards it. considering. then files that away for later. she'll grab it before leaving this room.
ah, the frightened look in his eyes remind her so much of russia. but he isn't her brother. even so, her hands land with an audible thud on the back of the chair, her arms caging him in as she leans closer. ]
Are you hard of hearing? I said: my brother.
[ and then her lips quirk, a smile forming. ]
But now you do look like him. Like a trapped animal. How cute.
The alarm on his face increases, his eyes growing wide and confused. She's moving in! And he's unable to discern from her behavior whether this is a seduction attempt or a murder attempt. Unless she's just playing a crude joke on him? As payback for his own joke, perhaps? Yep, that must be it!
Doesn't stop him from going tense, however. She reiterates what she said before, only adding to his surprise. He didn't mishear, the man she yearns for really is her brother? He's dealing with one of those types?
She has him successfully trapped, like a caged animal indeed. Saying rude things is one thing, but he can't just shove a girl aside; he has some manners. And seeing as he can't shove her off, but he's not in the mood for... whatever this is, that just leaves one option.]
... you poor thing.
[He repeats his earlier words, but this time the tone is sympathetic rather than mocking.]
You've been struggling with a forbidden love... that can't have been easy, can it? Here, let me comfort you ♪
[His arms raise, and he pats her soothingly on the back. There, there. That's his strategy: turn the other cheek and diffuse the situation with kindness!]
[ she mostly just wants to push his buttons, maybe possibly perhaps slightly sorta bully him a little. just a tiny bit. in truth, she really shouldn't be doing this. her antics are acceptable when directed at other personified nations—her colleagues, so to speak—but this man here is a civilian.
waking up in this strange place has definitely done a number on her or something, she thinks. even so, she has committed to this act, and she's curious to see just how he will react. one last tease before she let him off and go on her merry way.
this isn't what she expected. the comforting pats on her back. the kind words. how dare he mock her love! but no, he is truly sincere. his eyes aren't lying.
blood rushes to her cheeks, tinting it rosy against her pale skin. ]
Sh-sh-shut up! Or I will shove something else in your mouth!
[ despite the threat, there's no real bite to it, though she does start to reach for the nearest plate of pastries. ]
[Though Hiyori Tomoe is an idol and not a diplomat, he comes above countries, continents and kingdoms in the great hierarchy of things. If she wants to treat him like a nation that's fine, as he's certainly self-important enough. Though he could do without this sort of rough treatment...
He'd hoped to calm her down. Her actions thus far, though totally rude, and still ground for one of those lawsuits he keeps talking about, seemed cool and controlled rather than erratic. She's not a loose canon ready to explode at any minute. Or at least that's what he hopes, but there's a chance he could be wrong, in which case some shoving might be in order after all. It might not be gentlemanly, but if it's self-defense, it's justified!
There is no stabbing attempt, thank goodness. Instead she blushes brightly, which is oddly sort of cute. Though less so than it would be if it weren't accompanied by yelling! His eardrums are close by, and they don't appreciate that. Still, he can work with this.]
Mm, alright. You don't have to talk if it's too painful. We can just stay like this for a while ♪
[He rubs her back up and down soothingly. Kind of like petting a cat who may or may not try to bite him.]
[ hiyori can shove her all he wants, belarus is used to it, although he may have a hard time doing so, with her immense strength and fortitude. of course, he's entirely justified in his self-defence! it's merely a matter of whether she'll let him go.
is this considered holding someone hostage when they're both already sort of held hostage in this strange place?
she hadn't meant to yell. more raise her voice a tad. but then again, his actions were so unexpected that it threw her off-guard. there's a tremor going through her, though not out of embarrassment or fear. she's holding back, trying to keep herself in-check from lashing out, even as part of her wants to melt into that gentle patting.
taking a deep breath, she schools her expression back to its cold indifference. dropping her arms, she takes a step back and breaks out of his loose embrace. at least she didn't slap his hands away. progress? ]
I do not need your pity or kindness. You can drop the act.
[Is she trembling just a bit? That could be a sign of anything from impending tears to impending violence. Fortunately it's neither, and she simply pulls away. Back to the usual "cool and controlled" act, huh?]
I'd say everyone needs a bit of kindness in order to grow. Sort of like watering a flower.
[But fine, he won't make her accept more backrubs. He drops his hands away, glad to have diffused the situation. He's not afraid of being stabbed at the moment, and that counts as a success! Though his standards for what constitutes "success" are plummeting lower and lower by the minute...
With her out of his arms, he turns back towards the breakfast spread.]
I'm going to finish up here. After that, it'll be time to face the enemy directly, so be sure to tell me any useful skills you have.
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that is exactly the kind of tag that would have been printed across her forehead, if at all possible. which is to say, hiyori isn't wrong in his assumption of her. except, her target isn't hiyori.
nonetheless, when she wakes to shrill screaming to see blonde hair (why is there a tinge of green?) and violet eyes, her mind instantly went to her brother. but no, the man is much shorter and less stout, and his hair most definitely carries a greenish-blonde hue to it. ah, but his accusations are so very much like him. she sighs as he finally calms down and heads toward the platter of food. she doesn't care.
cursing under her breath, belarus finally gets out of bed. she looks down at the black gown she is shoved into — so much like a mourning attire, as if mocking her — grimacing as she finally turns off the damn beeping watch.
what belarus doesn't expect next is to have a plate shoved in her direction. she glares at him, equally violet gaze dropping down to the quiche, then back at him. ]
And you do not mind if I die from it?
[ she wouldn't die from something like poison, being somewhat resistant herself, as well as being what she is. but if she does, she'll come back and haunt his ass. ]
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But security is tight at ES, and in any case, this isn't his room. That much is obvious—just look around the place! There are all these heart-shaped pillows, heart-shaped plates, heart-shaped balloons, and pink furniture! Plus some stuff that's strictly forbidden in the dorms, like alcohol, and, well... the stuff inside the nightstand drawer. Which he's not going to name, even in the metatext. Out of sight, out of mind!]
Now when did I say that?
[He's seated in one of the pink chairs, dressed not in black but in white: a white suit with gold trim and a powder blue suit vest, paired with white gloves. Not a bad look on him by any means, and the quality of the fabric is high; the jabot is made of real silk, the white gloves are lace-trimmed, and the gold embroidery forms an elegant pattern of roses. But he absolutely hates it. Why? Because it's all too eerily reminiscent of something else he hated wearing before, that's why!
So in spite of the impressive spread laid out in front of him, chock full of all his favorite foods, his dour mood hasn't improved. But he still sends his newlywed wife a smile, one that looks bright and reassuring rather than mocking. That's his biggest asset as an idol, or rather, his greatest strength as a human: his ability to smile no matter the circumstance.]
I don't want anyone to die. That would just be the absolute worst. And I don't like seeing girls cry, either. So if anything was in the food, I'd rush to your aid at once! Don't worry, nothing bad will happen on my watch... ♪
[Now can she test the quiche, please??]
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but that's neither here nor there. ]
You are putting me at risk.
[ not that she's worried at all, and it clearly shows on her face how unperturbed she is by his request. nonetheless, she takes a step closer, eyes narrowing as she takes in the fancy wedding suit he's in. or not. but it's close enough to be princely. also, her? cry? hah! the chances are nil zero.
fuck! she wants to wipe the smile off his face.
keeping her gaze on hiyori, she picks up the mini quiche, and then steps closer to him. ]
In life and death, no?
[ she takes a bite of the quiche, and with her free hand, grabs his jaw and, with surprising strength, forces it open enough that she can shove the rest into his mouth.
#riphiyori ]
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His words were intended to calm her down, and well, she does seem calm, in a dry and deadpan sort of way. No more receptive to poison-testing, though, which is unfortunate for him. What should he do now...? He can't afford to go hungry, but he can't afford to fall prey to some scheme, either! Or rather, he can't afford to fall prey to another scheme, since he's already in the midst of one evil plot. He's just not sure what to do!
But while he's deliberating, his bedmate approaches. He blinks when she takes the mini quiche, before visibly brightening up.]
Ah, you had a change of heart, huh? ♪
[Good, good. Though he's not sure what to make of that cryptic statement. And he will actually feel bad if the food turns out to be poisoned—or laced with some kind of sleep and/or memory drug, which is what he suspects might really be going on (it would explain why neither of them woke up while they were transported here).
But if that's the case, he'll look after her! And if the food is safe, then they can both dig in and savor the lovely quiches to their heart's content. He watches her face, trying to gauge her reaction.
And then gets one of the nastiest shocks of his life!
Sure, he's heard rude things from people before (things like "With your personality, it's amazing you haven't been stabbed"), but he's never been force-fed, or even manhandled at all like this! Or, uh, womanhandled? Anyway, he did not see this coming, and the wide-eyed look of alarm on his face is probably quite satisfying.]
Mmph—?!
[He gags for a second, then starts to chew. Because, well, what else is there to do? He won't spit it out, he's not an animal. The quiche easily starts to crumble, though, so he hurriedly brings his hands to his mouth to catch a chunk before it can fall.
And then once his mouth isn't full, he squawks.]
Hey, hey! What was that for?!
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hiyori is just lucky that her knives had been confiscated. otherwise, he may have gotten stabbed instead of having a pastry shoved into his mouth. in the meantime, she eats another piece of quiche, this time mushroom variant, swallowing before she answers him simply. ]
Poison testing.
[ she finishes the rest of it before delicately wiping her mouth with a napkin. ]
Maybe it is not poison, but drug. If that is so, then you and I are fucked.
[ figuratively and literally speaking. after all, they're "married", right? why not consummate it?
though in all honesty, belarus thinks it's a whole load of crap, and believes there is more to find out before coming to a conclusion. ]
You do not remember how you end up here?
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Huh? But that makes no sense! There's no use poison testing if we both do it!
[He shoots her a glare, collecting the fallen-off pieces of quiche with his plate and then dabbing at his mouth delicately with a napkin. Of all the people for him to get "married" off to, did it have to be someone so violent? This day is just going from bad to worse! Even the quiche, while delicious, isn't enjoyable—not when she points out the same thing he'd been thinking about it maybe being drugged. The look on his face hardens, and he wrinkles his nose.]
I don't like your language or your behavior. And nope, not at all! Though I have a pretty decent hunch who might be involved.
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no, scratch that. it has happened before. the poisoning. not the sex. ]
Does not matter. I will not die, so you are safe.
[ she'll get to come to his aid, no? come, hiyori, be the "damsel" in distress.
regardless, she ignores the glare, unaffected by how affected he is. in fact, it amuses her now that he's not having a stupid grin on his face. ]
You are not the first nor the last. [ it makes no difference to her. ] So? Who is it?
[ whoever put them up to this, they'll have to answer to the nation that is belarus. there will be a lot of stabbing. and since her knives are missing, she'll just claw at them with her nails like a feral cat. ]
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[He lets out a short sigh. He's tired—it's been nothing but work lately, and things have gone horribly weird. They were supposed to have a smooth ride to the main competition, thanks to their seed rights, but something got mixed-up along the way. There's always some plot going on, and he's tired of it!
And the one responsible is "that" person. Isn't that right?]
You haven't heard of anyone who goes by the name "Gatekeeper," have you?
[He watches her surly face for any sign of recognition.]
He's about my height, but much less pleasing to look at. He wears a suit and a red tie, and he's got brown hair and yellow eyes. ... Or maybe it was yellow hair and brown eyes? It was dark out, so I didn't really get a good look at him!
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Heard of gatekeepers, but not anyone who goes by that name.
[ she replies in an off-handed manner, opening up the box closest to her. oh my, whoever planned this wedding celebration has everything prepared, don't they? pulling out the set of leather handcuffs for wrists and ankles, she holds it up for him to see. ]
Is he the type who has such kinky and perverted interest?
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It seems she's off to explore the room, so he'll just polish off the rest of his mini quiche and sip tea for now. Might as well, when he already had one stuffed in his mouth. No drowsiness, no aches, and no shortness of breath or anything so far.
He almost spits out the tea when she holds up those cuffs, though.]
Ugh! How should I know?
[He sets the cup back on the saucer with a clatter, turning his head away as though offended by the sight of that "gift."]
That is not what I want to be thinking about while I eat, thanks! Or ever, for that matter.
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regardless, she might as well look around and explore. at least she hadn't woken up alone, instead having a "spouse" of sort whom she can
bullytalk to. ]Maybe he thinks you like these.
[ there's more sounds of rummaging when he looks away, focusing his attention elsewhere. but if and when he glances back at her, hiyori would find belarus standing where she was during the quiche-shoving, her arms full of a myriad of sex toys as she lets it all fall onto the table in front of him. there is a dildo, butt plug, nipple clamps, etc. ]
Really? Not interested in any of it?
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But he won't bother getting into that with her. He'll eat, and leave his so-called "wife" to continue rummaging around. (Whom he is not actually married to, thank goodness!)
Yet his peaceful meal is interrupted once again, this time even more rudely!]
No, no I'm not, and having you dump them here won't change anything!
[He swipes his sleeve across the table and sweeps the toys onto the floor, not wanting to touch them with his hands. If part of the tea set also winds up on the floor, oh well! That's for someone else to pick up, not him!]
You're not trying to signal your interest, are you?
[He whirls on her with an irritated look.]
If so, your approach desperately needs work! And anyway, it's completely unrequited, so if that's how you feel, why not go to sleep and have a pleasant dream about me?
[He points a white-gloved finger at the bed.]
You sleep, I'll eat in peace, and then there won't be any problem. That sounds like the best bet for everyone, doesn't it? ♪
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even as the sex toys (and fine china tea set) are swiped off the table, crashing onto the floor and making a mess, she doesn't seem phased by it. so rarely does anyone dare to rebuke her in such a manner, more often than not they'll be quaking and trembling in fear from her mere presence.
it's almost refreshing. ]
Are you a virgin?
[ she can't help but ask, bending down to pick the toys, wiping it all clean and placing it on the table. this time a good distance away from his reach. ]
Worried that I will eat you up?
[ a snort slips out. ]
You may resemble him, but that is all you are.
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Not her, though. Her behavior continues to perplex him, and all he can do is frown as she proceeds to wipe those sex toys. Honestly, what on earth is she doing? She doesn't intend to use them herself, does she? What frustrated women do in their own time is none of his business, really, but he'd prefer she wait until he's out of the room.]
You poor thing. No one ever taught you manners, huh?
[Another reproach, accompanied by the same frown, though he doesn't sound overly defensive. Honestly, her question is troublesome. Idols are supposed to remain chaste, and even being seen alone with the opposite sex can lead to trouble. At the same time, his own unit cashes in on sex appeal, and it's fair to say that his fans might like to imagine him as someone who can show them the ropes and give them a pleasant time. Saying yes or no could dash someone else's dream.
He hopes, of course, that he's not being filmed or recorded. And if he is, he's already "screwed," as she indelicately put it. But there's no need to invite even more trouble.]
I'm pure as the driven snow, of course. Hopefully that answers your question.
[He says it with a smile, more earnest than jeering. It's an attempt to cover his bases; if anyone's recording this, then he's safe because he didn't admit to anything untoward. But in the nightmarish scenario where this ever did get released to fans, his wording is so outlandish they could imagine he's lying.
Which he is, of course. No one's really "pure."
Virgin or no, he's not remotely happy to see her put the toys back on the table, which triggers another frown before he turns back to his tea.]
I don't want those on the table. Go shove them in a drawer or down a trash chute. And I don't much appreciate being compared to whoever-that-is, either. I'm one of a kind, you know ♪ You ought to respect that, at least.
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again, it's supremely fortunate that this isn't the room belarus had prepared for her brother, because it most definitely would have included hidden cameras and spycams, every ready to record every little detail within the confines of the room. it's not the first time she's done it before, and neither will it be the last, for as long as her obsessive love for him last.
she makes a noncommittal sound about his "purity", though she does raise a brow when he made his feelings known about the toys she'd placed on the table, or about the person whom she referred to. ]
Unable to stand the sight of them? You poor thing.
[ though she does start to pick them all up again, if only to put the toys back in their respective boxes. indecent as these items may be, they do deserve some decorum of respect for their functions. ]
One of a kind of not, you are not even worthy to be compared to him. [ her lips twitch. ] At least you have yet to run away from me.
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He's onto another mini quiche (he really is hungry, and he never tires of them!) by the time she drops that last bit of info. He weighs that in his head while he chews, putting the remaining quiche down when the meaning sinks in.]
Wait...
[He turns in his chair, looking over his shoulder at her.]
Let me see if I have this straight: you're yearning for some man who looks just like me, but he runs away every time he sees you... is that right?
[A significant pause.]
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Hmm, wonder why that might be~ ♪
[Yep. He's teasing her!]
they are such a disaster. help...
congrats, hiyori, for drawing another glare from her. this time, her looks could kill. again, she wishes she has her knives on her.
wait. are there cutlery on the table?
she walks—prowls—back to him, the surrounding air seeming to drop a few degrees. though he's still rather tall even seated, her demeanour feels as if she's much taller. ]
Brother is just shy.
[ now let that bit of information sink in. ]
god bless this mess
The look on that girl's face is not amused. Her aura is downright menacing, causing his amused smile to slip. It was a joke, just a joke about her surly demeanor, and really she's just proving his point by acting so sinister! Please don't stab him with a butterknife.
But instead of getting violent (immediately, anyway), she instead uses her words.]
.......... huh?
[Blink. Blink. Blink.]
Er... who's shy, exactly?
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ah, the frightened look in his eyes remind her so much of russia. but he isn't her brother. even so, her hands land with an audible thud on the back of the chair, her arms caging him in as she leans closer. ]
Are you hard of hearing? I said: my brother.
[ and then her lips quirk, a smile forming. ]
But now you do look like him. Like a trapped animal. How cute.
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The alarm on his face increases, his eyes growing wide and confused. She's moving in! And he's unable to discern from her behavior whether this is a seduction attempt or a murder attempt. Unless she's just playing a crude joke on him? As payback for his own joke, perhaps? Yep, that must be it!
Doesn't stop him from going tense, however. She reiterates what she said before, only adding to his surprise. He didn't mishear, the man she yearns for really is her brother? He's dealing with one of those types?
She has him successfully trapped, like a caged animal indeed. Saying rude things is one thing, but he can't just shove a girl aside; he has some manners. And seeing as he can't shove her off, but he's not in the mood for... whatever this is, that just leaves one option.]
... you poor thing.
[He repeats his earlier words, but this time the tone is sympathetic rather than mocking.]
You've been struggling with a forbidden love... that can't have been easy, can it? Here, let me comfort you ♪
[His arms raise, and he pats her soothingly on the back. There, there. That's his strategy: turn the other cheek and diffuse the situation with kindness!]
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waking up in this strange place has definitely done a number on her or something, she thinks. even so, she has committed to this act, and she's curious to see just how he will react. one last tease before she let him off and go on her merry way.
this isn't what she expected. the comforting pats on her back. the kind words. how dare he mock her love! but no, he is truly sincere. his eyes aren't lying.
blood rushes to her cheeks, tinting it rosy against her pale skin. ]
Sh-sh-shut up! Or I will shove something else in your mouth!
[ despite the threat, there's no real bite to it, though she does start to reach for the nearest plate of pastries. ]
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He'd hoped to calm her down. Her actions thus far, though totally rude, and still ground for one of those lawsuits he keeps talking about, seemed cool and controlled rather than erratic. She's not a loose canon ready to explode at any minute. Or at least that's what he hopes, but there's a chance he could be wrong, in which case some shoving might be in order after all. It might not be gentlemanly, but if it's self-defense, it's justified!
There is no stabbing attempt, thank goodness. Instead she blushes brightly, which is oddly sort of cute. Though less so than it would be if it weren't accompanied by yelling! His eardrums are close by, and they don't appreciate that. Still, he can work with this.]
Mm, alright. You don't have to talk if it's too painful. We can just stay like this for a while ♪
[He rubs her back up and down soothingly. Kind of like petting a cat who may or may not try to bite him.]
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is this considered holding someone hostage when they're both already sort of held hostage in this strange place?
she hadn't meant to yell. more raise her voice a tad. but then again, his actions were so unexpected that it threw her off-guard. there's a tremor going through her, though not out of embarrassment or fear. she's holding back, trying to keep herself in-check from lashing out, even as part of her wants to melt into that gentle patting.
taking a deep breath, she schools her expression back to its cold indifference. dropping her arms, she takes a step back and breaks out of his loose embrace. at least she didn't slap his hands away. progress? ]
I do not need your pity or kindness. You can drop the act.
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I'd say everyone needs a bit of kindness in order to grow. Sort of like watering a flower.
[But fine, he won't make her accept more backrubs. He drops his hands away, glad to have diffused the situation. He's not afraid of being stabbed at the moment, and that counts as a success! Though his standards for what constitutes "success" are plummeting lower and lower by the minute...
With her out of his arms, he turns back towards the breakfast spread.]
I'm going to finish up here. After that, it'll be time to face the enemy directly, so be sure to tell me any useful skills you have.
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i lied... let's continue!