▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 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. 💕
01. YOU'RE HOT, CHOCOLATE [ Among the skills that Vi has had to learn on the street? Compartmentalizing.
She doesn't want to be here. That's just the kind of constant background noise of her mind. Piltover and the undercity are in a state of chaos, Powder is still on the run, Silco is still in danger of making trouble, the council isn't going to get anything done - but she can't worry about any of that at the moment, can she? She can't worry about what's going on outside the walls, because otherwise it's going to eat the inside of her mind with greedy, crumb-mouthed bites. She learned that, years ago, surrounded by concrete and iron and echoing, monstrous voices.
At least this is a prettier prison, full of prettier people. The thought of not being able to leave makes her skin itch and her bones feel tight, but she can live with it. So she tells herself, anyway.
So she stalks around, wanders, tries to get the lay of the land, and maybe it's inevitable she ends up there. A sweets shop, all baked goods and creamy treats and chocolate, and called Great Tit? Yeah, it feels like more than a bit targeted at her, and she stares at the cupcakes in the window with a slight dry displeasure before deciding that she isn't going to deny herself anything. Or let anyone else do it, either.
There's a crowd, thick and urgent and pushing. For something. For what? Eh, Vi isn't really that concerned with the details. It must be good and it must be delicious, and throwing her stamp on this place by taking something that she wants, even if she doesn't fully know what it is, sounds like just the way to get her head straight. The fact that this is terrible logic goes unconsidered. Once a criminal, always a criminal, maybe.
The truffles demand a fight, and they get one. Her fists aren't rusty, that's for damn sure, or her elbows, or her knees. She muscles her way through the crowd without much difficulty, surrounded mostly by the soft and fussy type that look like they belong topside, and very, very topside indeed. Pushes them aside and ends up stumbling out with a box in her hands containing - truffles, she guesses? She doesn't really care, about that or about Alessandro. She cares about a win. Besides, it's to help this game, right? 52? Maybe that's her ticket out, or into a brighter Piltover. Maybe she has to cling to that.
And a game demands playing. She zeroes in on someone quickly enough, bouncing the box in her palm. Someone pretty, and maybe someone that it looks like she can bulldoze over at first glance. This may or may not be a horrible judgement of character. ]
Hey there. Sweet treat for a sweet treat? [ she asks, holding the box somewhat proudly, with a crooked grin on her face. ]
02. GOING DOWN, OBVIOUSLY [ Claustrophobia, Vi thinks, is a strong word. Mostly because she doesn't like thinking that she has fear in her heart, or would ever enjoy admitting to it, because that's not the kind of person she is. Right? Right.
But the simple fact is, one can't spend years, years, trapped in a five-foot-by-five-foot box, no freedom, no escape, without developing a few, shall we say, hang ups about the matter. Vi was already not thrilled with taking an elevator down to the bottom floor, and she was pretty sure to begin with that she should have taken the stairs to begin with, but maybe, just maybe, she saw someone pretty slipping in through the door and decided to take a chance.
She needs to stop leading with her face. Or her heart. Or maybe something a little lower.
Because now the elevator has shuddered to a heart, and she is not thrilled with the matter. Less thrilled, in fact, that the large and ornate painting of two women in the room? Has gone ahead and started talking, and she's worried at first that she's been dosed with something, or - you are your sister's sister, aren't you? - no no, it can't be that - but then the other occupant of the elevator is reacting, too. At least she's not imagining it. Or crazy. ]
"Aren't you two cute? Show us some flirting, give us a treat! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit.
Not happening, [ Vi snaps, trying to turn away. It, of course, doesn't help. ]
What do we like? Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?
[ And all Vi can do is turn her head, look over her should and shoot her companion a look. Should we? ]
03. WILDCARD BITCHES, YEEHAW [ or truly just pick the "go with god" option, I am down. vi is feeling scrappy and more than a little feisty at the moment on account of the kidnapping and the disorientation and the recently breaking up with her maybe romance because feelings are hard (tm).
as far as smut goes, i still need to put up a kink list but the answer to most things is "yes" and her "no" list isn't anything out of the ordinary. she likes topping but pretty girls can and sometimes do make her brain run out of her ears so do with that what you will. men are going to have an uphill battle at this point to get in her pants, and she's going to be, mmmm, shall we say brusque when she does indulge. good luck. ]
[ Oh, she liked that slightly glassy-eyed look on her face alright. The part of her lips, her pupils seeming blown a little wide already. It was inviting, and more than that, it was kind of adorable. There was a strength in this girl, Vi hadn't missed that, a power in her shoulders, and in her thighs, and she knew a fighter when she saw one. But apparently, miss Tifa hadn't been tested quite like this.
No worries. Vi was happy to give her the crash course.
Especially when Vi didn't miss the deliberate rock of her hips one bit. Or the moan that she swallowed, eagerly, into her mouth. Everything about Tifa right now was inviting more, almost begging for it, and Vi was all too happy to give. She was running, crashing into this, she knew that. Maybe trying to distract herself from too many things outside this elevator, and this resort, that she shouldn't be. But she didn't care.
She deserved a little softness. She deserved a little pleasure. And Tifa was warm, and eager, and wasn't trying to fight her, and wasn't trying to restrain her, and wasn't trying to make her into something that she wasn't. Right now, that was all she needed.
So back into that kiss she went. Eagerly, hungrily, guiding Tifa's lips with hers and gently parting them with her tongue. Savoring her deeper, and trying to coax out more of those lovely noises at the same time. A persistent heat was growing in the pit of her stomach, and she moved a hand around Tifa's body to grab her gently but firmly by the ass, coaxing her forward. Encouraging her to grind her hips forward all she wanted. The solid weight of Vi's thigh wasn't going anywhere, not unless she wanted it to.
And right now, that didn't seem to be the case. Right now, it didn't seem like either of them wanted to be anywhere but here. Except, perhaps, somewhere with a comfortable bed. Vi was already thinking about how absolutely divine Tifa was going to look naked, and she had a feeling the other woman wouldn't want to be stripped and splayed out on the floor.
[ She very much had not. Despite her looks and the local gossip, Tifa hadn't so much as kissed anyone before coming here. Her rigid work schedule combined with spending her formative years on the streets of Midgar meant she'd fallen into a habit of being private, and she'd never really transitioned past that.
So the last two months had been a wild change. While she was no longer that inexperienced, there was so much she hadn't done yet. Being pinned but a stunning, powerful woman was definitely on the "new" list. She'd be utterly mortified if she knew just how much her reactions were asking for it, a terrible phrase she'd feared for years, but right now, she doesn't care. Everything about this is absolutely wonderful, and she has no desire for it to stop.
Maybe...it's nice to have someone think she's cute and and sweet and take care of her for a change. They both deserved a little pleasure, no past drama, health concerns, reputation fears, or anything else attached.
Vi's tongue pushes in, and Tifa welcomes it eagerly, tangling her own with Vi's. It's the hand on her ass that gets a yelp from her, turning into a deep, lusty moan as she rocks more intentionally against Vi's thigh. She'd like nothing more than to be overwhelmed like this until she comes. It's a selfishness she wouldn't normally indulge in, but something whispers to her to just take what's so clearly being offered.
And she offers herself back, one of her hands roving to Vi's breast, the other locking around her back and sweeping over the base of her hair. She moans as she squirms, the heat in her belly almost too much to stand. Every bit of her yearns to be touched and squeezed and tasted. She's not sure she's felt this much want for someone before, not without something here setting her off. ]
[ At the end of the day, was there anything wrong with "asking for it"? Not when it was honest. When it was genuine. When she really did want it, and need it, the heat and the pleasure and the attention of someone who wanted to take care of you. Or att least reach a mutual place of satisfaction.
That was exactly what Vi wanted now. To make Tifa feel good. To make her smile, and blush, and moan. And probably a few other things, too. This was only the start of it, after all, and while she still wasn't convinced that she wanted to fuck anyone properly right in an elevator, they weren't going to be stuck in it forever, either.
And Vi could, at times, be easily convinced by the right methods.
For just a moment Vi does worry, mind you, at that yelp, but it so swiftly melts into something hotter, and hungrier. And she can feel it in how Tifa's body presses against her, arching, pressing tight against her leg. That grip clutches at her, holding her close and encouraging her to rock her hips, slowly back and forth. To grind down and seek more of that friction and more of that pressure. Vi is all too happy to give it to her, as much as she wants.
So she keeps up that hungry kiss, letting out her own groan as Tifa reaches for her chest. She leans into that touch, pressing into her hand and biting at her bottom lip lightly, before tugging away. Trailing kisses over her cheek, her jaw, up to her ear. ]
You keep that up, pretty girl, and I'm gonna have to really put you through your paces. You're just too tasty.
[ That was certainly something Tifa needed to hear; "she was asking for it" had only ever been used to justify poor behavior toward her or other girls. Actually asking for something she wanted was entirely new -- and something she was quickly realizing got excellent results.
For once, all the insecurity and worry is nowhere in her mind. She just melts into this, breathless and hungry as Vi presses down harder on her. An elevator isn't ideal, but she's not complaining, not with those kisses parading up the side of her face. ]
Guess I'm going to...keep it up then, hot shot.
[ She moans again, bracing her back against the wall and pulling Vi in closer, one of her hands skimming over the top of Vi's shirt to plunge over the warmth of her breast. ]
Maybe...when they let us out of here...we can go somewhere more comfortable...?
[ She's literally never asked anyone before, but it comes out so easily. How could she not want more, not when Vi was reading her every want so perfectly, and so clearly as into this as Tifa was. ]
[ It's getting almost increasingly easy to forget where they are. Forget that they're trapped here, and forget that there's a weird magic painting watching them. Vi doesn't care about much at the moment but how Tifa's lips feel, and how warm her body is. Everything else falls to a distant second.
Especially when those hands start roaming. Vi is used to being the one taking charge, more often than not, but she doesn't mind. Tifa's hands are strong and capable, and Vi wonders what she did, who she was, outside of this place. Maybe she'll have time to find out. Then again, there's a part of her that's convinced this is going to be nothing more than a one-time fling. Just a way to scratch that itch and move on. Feelings are sticky, and complicated, and she's not exactly looking for more.
Then again, she wasn't looking in the first place, and they sure snuck up on her, didn't they?
She grins a little, dipping her head as she starts trailing kisses over TIfa's throat. Her tongue drags across smooth skin, and she lets out a more urgent groan of her own as she presses into Tifa's eager hand. ]
There's nothing I'd want more, gorgeous, [ she sighs against Tifa's skin, teeth grazing, too, just to see if she likes the feeling. ] You're wearing a little too much for my liking at this point.
[ Tifa's forgetting too, which isn't like her, but neither is getting felt up and flirted with by a hot girl, let alone one who could hold her own in a fight.
Tifa sighs, moaning lightly as Vi kisses down her throat, shuddering as her tongue joins it. The sounds she gives back make Tifa's cunt clench, and she squeezes against Vi, wanting more of her. When Vi's teeth pass her skin, she rocks hard, making a sound loud enough to embarrass her, if she wasn't enjying this so much. ]
I'd like...to show you what's underneath [ She pants, thrusting against Vi's leg with more urgency. ] But not them. So -- get me off?
[ Oh, that one is impossible to miss. The way that Tifa squirms up against her, the heated noise. Teeth are good, then. A little roughness is good. She can work with that, very much. Vi has largely learned, after all, to be intimate without a great deal of intimacy, to move with hunger and eagerness and firm hands. Showing vulnerability doesn't come easy, and she doesn't expect it from others, either.
So she doesn't even blink. "Get me off"? Yeah, she can do that, and she draws her leg back only so that she can replace it with her hand. Slide that between Tifa's legs and cup over her cunt, digging her fingers in without hesitation. Her lips trail up to Tifa's ear, tugging it gently in her teeth. ]
Done. Then we can go some place I can really enjoy you.
[ Honestly, Vi has just enough time, as she's settled on her starting block, to have the slightest of second thoughts about this. Not about running her tongue over this girl that she's barely met, which does sound like exactly the right thing to take her mind off of - well, everything right about now. No, the part she takes issue with is simply how public it all is. Being so exposed in front of all these people - or not her being exposed, at least, but still the fact that they're all going to see her putting her mouth to good use over a naked body.
It's a lot to know that people are going to be staring at you, is the thing. She's never been the best with an audience, or big crowds. The Lanes are crowded, at times, thick with people like they're thick with smog, but mostly those people keep to themselves. Their business is their business. Not all front and center.
But as Hilda is guided in front her, covered in whipped cream and nothing else, those worries start to melt away at the same pace the whipped cream starts to ever so slightly melt off of her not-inconsiderable curves. Vi knows that she's staring, and she's not sure she could stop herself if she tried, so why even put in the effort? Hilda knows what they're both here for. There's no point in hiding it.
And she looks so pretty blushing. How is Vi supposed to say no? ]
I think you're gonna have to pry me off, [ she says, with a grin that's half-rakish and half-embarrassed at herself. Though she does lean in just a little bit closer, her voice lowering. ] And if you want me to leave the, ah, best bits covered for later, that's okay.
[ But just like that, the game is beginning, and while Vi is more interested in having fun than winning, she is competitive by nature. She takes Hilda's hand first, though, lifting it to her face and starting immediately to suck the whipped cream from her fingers. She is diligent, thorough, licking it from the webbing between, and then slowly drawing her tongue across her palm. Maybe a surprising place to start? But frankly, when she starts really getting down to business, she doesn't want to end up with whipped cream in her hair.
Besides, she has ten minutes. She'll get to the sweeter spots soon enough. ]
[ A soft growl does bubble up in her throat when his hands fall to her hips. she's not overly fond of that - not overly fond of being manhandled. It happened a lot to her, when she was younger, and even with the muscles and the scars and the countless tattoos, all warning signs and proof of strength in her view, they still try it sometimes. It usually ends poorly. It usually ends with broken noses and missing teeth, in fact, and that's if she's feeling charitable.
But she relaxes her clenched fists, even as he lifts her off the ground, even as he pushes her against the wall. This is fine, she tells herself. They have to do something for the painting, have to earn their freedom, and she tells herself that if he crosses a line she doesn't want him to cross, he will just be walking out with one of those annoyingly pretty eyes blacked. She can do that if she has to. She won't even think twice. ]
Just don't get carried away, will you?
[ Fine, though. He wants her to take charge? Done. She grabs his face and holds him in place, holds him exactly where she wants him as she leans down and presses a hard kiss to his lips. It's all teeth and intensity at first, marking a clear claim of dominance here. She's not going to go lightly on him.
Until she reminds herself that the painting wanted cute, and after one tug of his bottom lip with her teeth, slows a little. Turns it into a more proper kiss. She knows how to do that, at least, even if it's usually softer mouths than this. It's fine. She can make this work. ]
[ Now is really not the time he should be getting cheeky, but he can’t seem to help himself. While he takes that soft growl and the look in her eyes seriously, he’s also determined to try and help her at least have a little fun here. Otherwise what was the point? He doubts the portraits are gonna be fooled by half-measures, either.
So he waits to see what she does, doesn’t fight the clear dominance in that rough kiss, just so she knows she has it and he’s not going to fight her for it. When that seems to click for her, it softens again and that’s when he leans in more, tongue sliding teasingly against her lips as he angles his head slightly. Deepening it just enough that he knows the show it’ll give should be good enough.
His hands remain right where they are, resting on her hips and not wandering anywhere she wouldn’t want them. Just another point of contact, strong and steady. But he leans into the kiss with a soft sound, exploring her mouth, if she’ll let him. ]
[ No, it isn't, and there's a part of her that considers thumping him for the cheek, but she doesn't. She knows that she needs to behave at least a little bit, if only so that she can get out of here, and she does very much want to get out of here. Picking a fight has to go on the backburner, no matter what her frayed nerves and claustrophobia and frustration have to say about it.
And he is, annoyingly, a good kiss. He lets her take the lead, but his lips are steady, and confident, and she just reaches up to tangle her fingers in his hair to hold him in place. Works her mouth slowly against him, stroking her tongue briefly with his, but then biting his bottom lip and giving it a tug. Telling him through her silent motions that this is her show, and she'll behave only how she wants to. Like a loosely collared dog.
At least his hands aren't moving. She'll give him credit for that. And so after a moment's hesitation, she hooks her legs around his thighs and pulls him a little closer. A part of her, reluctantly, is warming. She hasn't had nearly as much physical affection in her life as she might like, and sometimes her body gets a little greedy for it. ]
[ A soft chuckle is muffled against her mouth when she bites down on his lip again. But when he feels her legs hook around him, he angles in a little closer, his thigh and hip pressed between her legs to help her brace more securely.
It’s only then he lets one hand lift, sliding up her arm to cup against her cheek - careful, a gentle contrast to the roughness of their kiss. He makes sure its the hand farthest from the painting so he doesn’t actually block any of the show - which had been the point here to begin with. But he does let his fingers slide back to tangle in her hair at the nape of her neck as he kisses her. Makes a soft sound into the kiss, enjoying it, even as he tries to coax her along with him. ]
[ He just keeps laughing, doesn't he? She really is going to have to train him to behave if this is going to keep being a thing - but why would it have to keep being a thing? She tells herself that this is just a one and done. Just to get out of this elevator and on with her life. That's all she needs to worry about. So where did that thought come from?
Don't worry about it. She does enjoy the way she strokes her neck, and her hair, a little bit more. Tilts her head, moves her a little closer, and she'll let him pull that off this time. Keeps kissing, a little more slowly, almost sweetly, as much as she can approach that realm. She's not sure that she has it in her any more, if she ever did, but she's trying. Trying to sell it, so that the painting will let them go. That's all.
That's why her fingers slide into his hair to play with it, to rake her nails across his scalp. That's why her legs stay hooked around him, keeping him closer. That's why she makes a hot little huff into his mouth, not unhappy. All for the show. Yeah. ]
[ Hey, he can’t help it, he’s a happy guy. He’s also a bit of a tease, so the reactions he gets from her are very entertaining to say the least.
She reminds him a little of Shamir, who had definitely never been stupid enough to give him the time of day, other than putting him on his ass in training - and not in the fun way. Unfortunately.
But when she leans into his touch, he smiles into the kiss and gives her more of it. Cards his fingers through her hair, shivering a little when she feels her nails rake lightly against his scalp. He makes a soft sound of delight at that, the sound muffled into the kiss.
His other hand slides from her hip and carefully makes its way north, over her stomach, tracing her ribs. He pauses, hovering, just beneath her breast. A silent request for permission. Waiting to see if she was okay being touched there before he accidentally tripped over a line she didn’t want crossed. ]
[ There was a non-zero chance he'd end up on his ass sooner or later, but so far, she was operating under the assumption that if she didn't play nice, she'd end up regretting it. And she wasn't out for that. Not yet. Not until she knew what the consequences might be. Being trapped in an elevator? That was a bad start, but she had a feeling the kind of people that could deliver someone kidnapped and oblivious into this place were capable of even more.
And he isn't a bad kisser, she will grant him. Warm lips, and the way that he trembles under her nails brings her a little bit of satisfaction. Alright, he's cute. She'll admit it. Enough that she keeps her nails playing over him, and nibbles at his bottom lip.
Enough, too, that when he lets his hand climb her body she doesn't immediately grab him and bend a finger backwards. It's been a minute since she's let a man's hands wander over her body like that, but she can't deny a certain warmth crawling over her in the path of his fingers.
So she just draws back, her lips brushing against his, as she reaches down to lightly wrap her fingers around his wrist. ]
( if jinx got the gist of this whole scenario, she can do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, with whoever she wanted, as long as she sleeps around with various people. it's not a bad trade-off, per se, but it's something for her to still wrap her head around. relationships, dating, and definitely sex had been the furthest from her mind for years, and she held no interest besides her weapons and achieving her late father's dream. and she accomplished that mission before being kidnapped, the city of progress is no longer in progress as far as she's concerned and thanks to yours truly. it's kaput, ka-boom'd, and ker-splat. so with that done, what's a loose cannon to do now? without silco around to assign her next task, the world is her oyster.
the casino tickles an interest for her, especially with so many wildcards coming and going to play games or to get... married? okay then. the latter she doesn't give two hoots about, but if people are winning these matches -- it's the perfect opportunity for her fingers to go on an adventure. and maybe if she can find some string and items around, she can put together traps for people to fall into and empty their own pockets for her. jinx doesn't care too much about the money part, she'd blow it to bits if she had her chompers with her, but it's the thrill of it that gets her going. and honestly, she doesn't need a human being to get excited when her explosives do the trick. but sadly, her inflammable friends are not with her, and she has to make due without them, nun ja. )
( humming ever so innocently and weaving around the crowd, jinx gets to work -- her fingers gliding in and out of unexpected pockets with expeditious and ease. doing this is child's play and half of the time, and the girl hardly grants her unforeseen victims a glance. which is an unfortunate thing to do as she brushes along someone who can make her entire world tilt to one side and come into a screech halt............. if she paid attention. jinx pretends to bump into vi like it was some "accident" (with no apology given, either) as her fingers digs down deep into one of her sister's pockets. what do you have in there, big sister? something good? something neat? )
[ it wouldn't be an understatement to call this place, this casino - hotel - whatever you want to name it - as different from the lanes as it was possible to get. it felt much more like being in piltover, in ways, thanks to the opulence and the glory and the overabundance of food and wealth and everything that someone could need. but it was also even more decadent, and gaudy, and people in piltover didn't dress like that, vi was quite sure, and they were a lot more stuffy in how they behaved. the main takeaway, then, was how far it was from home in every way imaginable. how different, how strange, how overwhelming to the senses that it could be.
but vi was still a resident of the undercity, born and raised, and that was never going to change. she could be draped in this fancy monkey suit that didn't match her style, and she could be riding high on a current of uneasy energy at being trapped here in a place that she didn't understand with no idea how she got there, and she could even be distracted by the sights and the smells and the tastes in the air - but she was still vi. she was still vander's apprentice, still a street rat and a fighter and someone who had learned to survive. to keep her head on a swivel at all times. she had to be.
so it doesn't take her that long to realize she's been pickpocketed. it won't be the first time, after all, a skill that she's had to pick up in particular living in the lanes. this one is good, mind you, and jinx will actually escape her pocket - with not very much to take away, unfortunately, since vi is new here and nearly broke because of it - but she won't get far. before vi is clocking what happened, and reaching for a shoulder without even taking in who she's reaching for. before she even notices the blue braids, and the tattoos, and the silhouette that's been carved into her memory with indelible ink. ]
Nice try - [ the words stumble from her lips, a brusque and confident warning, before time rolls forward, catching up, and she's forced to realize who she's looking at. who her hand is on. her mouth goes try, her tongue heavy and slow, like it's been coated with a: ] Powder?
( the more she wiggles her fingers in this said person's pockets, the more she scowls silently. how can someone have empty pockets in a casino?! not one chip? a coin? just a pouch filled with dirt bits and lint. what a waste. but just before she could bolt it out of there, she feels that firm tug on her shoulder -- her eyes larges in shock and her instincts kick in to swing at whoever has a hold of her.
although when the blueberry haired girl spin to see the victim, her heart plummets then scales up to her throat. her pinks gleam a soft, gentle glow as she holds her gaze to her sister's greys. she... she can't be real. her mind must be toying with her again, like it always had. but even so, those fabricated visions could never physically touch her like this. vi's name is at the tip of her tongue, but her voice is lost somewhere in an endless pool of mix emotions. jinx cuts away her glance to the crowd, to vi, and then back to the crowd. what... what should she do now? is caitlyn with her? is vi here to turn her in for what she had done to the council? in a panic, her little sister jerks her shoulder away from vi's grasps and fumbles to regain her footing. run away. she needs to run away. and without thinking, jinx bolts off -- shoving other wildcards aside to make way (and entirely forgetting she has abilities now to speed faster, but hey, she's still learning). )
[ there's no denying it. powder. her eyes are - different somehow, normally so soft and doe-like but now that vivid and startled red-pink that vi doesn't recognize, right away, but it's her all the same. that face, she could never forget that face, especially after having run into her again. if only so briefly. the words climb up into her mind again, and into her throat, and she doesn't even know what to say. doesn't know what she could possibly ever say. it didn't seem to be the right words, before, standing in the mist, in the loneliness, with the flare burned out and the fire lights waiting.
maybe that's why she runs. slips away from that grip and turns to run, her bright blue braids whipping behind her like the trail off a fired bullet. vi takes a moment to process it before she's running, too, muscling her way through the crowd, through the press of bodies, and while she's not as small and slick as powder might be, when she wants people to move? they move. ]
Powder, wait! Come back! [ the words that have echoed around inside of her head so many times before. that were painted on the inside of the prison cell, when she was locked there all those years. powder, come back, i didn't mean it. this isn't even a second chance, it's a third, and she needs it. needs to not fuck it up. ] It's me, it's Violet! We can talk about this!
[ don't make her tackle you, powder. she will if she has to. if she can. ]
('shaddup, shaddup, shaddup!!' she screams at her sister from inside her mind, panicking through the sea of people as she rushes on forward. on occasion, she pushes a stranger to tumble behind her -- hoping maybe they can slow vi down, or they would collide together. jinx knocks over chairs (and nearly trips over another) or dishes out of server's hands so vi could possibly slip onto them.
her little sister is doing everything that she can to give the two of them some distance, because she is not going to get caught and rot in some jail. or whatever jail is to this place. so if vi wants to capture her sister, she's going to have to tackle her to the ground. and she better do it soon, because jinx is heading towards the elevator and in just a few feet, she'll be in and the door will shut. )
[ of course those words don't work. powder looked at her like a wounded animal, all panic and disbelief and the need to run. vi should have known that - did know that this wouldn't be easy, that she wouldn't stay steady. she has to give chase. there's no other way this is going to end.
luckily, vi is quick on her feet, too. navigating the undercity has made her steady, and agile, and quick to react, and it's not too hard to duck over chairs or weave around the people that powder is shoving in her way. frankly, it's just like home, just like those days when they were kids, before everything went wrong, sprinting through the city streets to evade a beating or bring their ill-gotten loot back home before they got caught.
but this time she's not running from something. she's running after her sister, and she sees the elevator door standing open. one more door ready to bar her from the only family that she has left. so she tenses her legs, bows her thighs, and then springs with all of her might. launches herself like a missile to tackle powder around the middle, or maybe just around the legs, to trip her up. to stop her. ]
( she can almost taste the sweet, sweet freedom behind that elevator. a closed-up space where her mind can stop buzzing and the endless dings of slots eases to ring in every angle. but what jinx didn't expect was her sister catching up to her, not with all the obstacles she frenetically placed. she thought it would be a sure thing she'd get away unscathed.
however, her little sister fumble along with the other -- face smacking flat against the floor with her nose smashing so hard that it might leave a bruise later. with vi latching onto her middle, jinx squirms vigorously in hope she's thin enough to slip away through her strong arms. )
No! — I'm not gonna let you trick me again or—or fall for whatever you're gonna say to me!!
[ vi finds someone pretty indeed. beautiful and soft, looking pliable in every sense of the word. breakable, even, if you were into that sort of thing (and, oh, how there were many around her back home who were into that sort of thing), but kayena has long since learned to lean into it to her advantage. case in point: having steered clear of the crowd, knowing she had neither the strength nor finesse to work her way through it, but harboring the same greed for a win that vi herself had that pushed her through. kayena herself doesn't care for the chocolates, but she cares for prestige of owning something coveted, and whatever amount of power that might come with it. she's still learning the lay of the land, after all, but hesitating isn't going to get her anywhere. ]
Oh, my.
[ a delicate hand flutters up to kayena's chest, a pretty pink blush dusting her fair cheeks. ]
Are you sure? It looked like you worked hard for it...
[ "breakable" is far from the word on vi's mind, but soft? soft she can work with. soft hair and soft lips and soft eyes, and that's a wonderful place to start. is she perhaps a little too easily swayed? maybe. but she's also trying to keep her sanity on hold as best she can in this place, when there's so much stress and anxiety churning beneath her skin, and maybe this is just the distraction that she needs.
so she approaches, trying to keep a little swagger in her step in the face of that pretty blush. she has her weaknesses, after all, and she's learned to cover them. shield from them. ]
What, this? Practically nothing.
[ she just glances at the truffle box, admiring it as she steps in closer. ]
Besides, I mostly just wanted to say I won it. I think you might appreciate it more.
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vi | arcane
[ Among the skills that Vi has had to learn on the street? Compartmentalizing.
She doesn't want to be here. That's just the kind of constant background noise of her mind. Piltover and the undercity are in a state of chaos, Powder is still on the run, Silco is still in danger of making trouble, the council isn't going to get anything done - but she can't worry about any of that at the moment, can she? She can't worry about what's going on outside the walls, because otherwise it's going to eat the inside of her mind with greedy, crumb-mouthed bites. She learned that, years ago, surrounded by concrete and iron and echoing, monstrous voices.
At least this is a prettier prison, full of prettier people. The thought of not being able to leave makes her skin itch and her bones feel tight, but she can live with it. So she tells herself, anyway.
So she stalks around, wanders, tries to get the lay of the land, and maybe it's inevitable she ends up there. A sweets shop, all baked goods and creamy treats and chocolate, and called Great Tit? Yeah, it feels like more than a bit targeted at her, and she stares at the cupcakes in the window with a slight dry displeasure before deciding that she isn't going to deny herself anything. Or let anyone else do it, either.
There's a crowd, thick and urgent and pushing. For something. For what? Eh, Vi isn't really that concerned with the details. It must be good and it must be delicious, and throwing her stamp on this place by taking something that she wants, even if she doesn't fully know what it is, sounds like just the way to get her head straight. The fact that this is terrible logic goes unconsidered. Once a criminal, always a criminal, maybe.
The truffles demand a fight, and they get one. Her fists aren't rusty, that's for damn sure, or her elbows, or her knees. She muscles her way through the crowd without much difficulty, surrounded mostly by the soft and fussy type that look like they belong topside, and very, very topside indeed. Pushes them aside and ends up stumbling out with a box in her hands containing - truffles, she guesses? She doesn't really care, about that or about Alessandro. She cares about a win. Besides, it's to help this game, right? 52? Maybe that's her ticket out, or into a brighter Piltover. Maybe she has to cling to that.
And a game demands playing. She zeroes in on someone quickly enough, bouncing the box in her palm. Someone pretty, and maybe someone that it looks like she can bulldoze over at first glance. This may or may not be a horrible judgement of character. ]
Hey there. Sweet treat for a sweet treat? [ she asks, holding the box somewhat proudly, with a crooked grin on her face. ]
02. GOING DOWN, OBVIOUSLY
[ Claustrophobia, Vi thinks, is a strong word. Mostly because she doesn't like thinking that she has fear in her heart, or would ever enjoy admitting to it, because that's not the kind of person she is. Right? Right.
But the simple fact is, one can't spend years, years, trapped in a five-foot-by-five-foot box, no freedom, no escape, without developing a few, shall we say, hang ups about the matter. Vi was already not thrilled with taking an elevator down to the bottom floor, and she was pretty sure to begin with that she should have taken the stairs to begin with, but maybe, just maybe, she saw someone pretty slipping in through the door and decided to take a chance.
She needs to stop leading with her face. Or her heart. Or maybe something a little lower.
Because now the elevator has shuddered to a heart, and she is not thrilled with the matter. Less thrilled, in fact, that the large and ornate painting of two women in the room? Has gone ahead and started talking, and she's worried at first that she's been dosed with something, or - you are your sister's sister, aren't you? - no no, it can't be that - but then the other occupant of the elevator is reacting, too. At least she's not imagining it. Or crazy. ]
"Aren't you two cute? Show us some flirting, give us a treat! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit.
Not happening, [ Vi snaps, trying to turn away. It, of course, doesn't help. ]
What do we like? Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?
[ And all Vi can do is turn her head, look over her should and shoot her companion a look. Should we? ]
03. WILDCARD BITCHES, YEEHAW
[ or truly just pick the "go with god" option, I am down. vi is feeling scrappy and more than a little feisty at the moment on account of the kidnapping and the disorientation and the recently breaking up with her maybe romance because feelings are hard (tm).
as far as smut goes, i still need to put up a kink list but the answer to most things is "yes" and her "no" list isn't anything out of the ordinary. she likes topping but pretty girls can and sometimes do make her brain run out of her ears so do with that what you will. men are going to have an uphill battle at this point to get in her pants, and she's going to be, mmmm, shall we say brusque when she does indulge. good luck. ]
tifa
[ Oh, she liked that slightly glassy-eyed look on her face alright. The part of her lips, her pupils seeming blown a little wide already. It was inviting, and more than that, it was kind of adorable. There was a strength in this girl, Vi hadn't missed that, a power in her shoulders, and in her thighs, and she knew a fighter when she saw one. But apparently, miss Tifa hadn't been tested quite like this.
No worries. Vi was happy to give her the crash course.
Especially when Vi didn't miss the deliberate rock of her hips one bit. Or the moan that she swallowed, eagerly, into her mouth. Everything about Tifa right now was inviting more, almost begging for it, and Vi was all too happy to give. She was running, crashing into this, she knew that. Maybe trying to distract herself from too many things outside this elevator, and this resort, that she shouldn't be. But she didn't care.
She deserved a little softness. She deserved a little pleasure. And Tifa was warm, and eager, and wasn't trying to fight her, and wasn't trying to restrain her, and wasn't trying to make her into something that she wasn't. Right now, that was all she needed.
So back into that kiss she went. Eagerly, hungrily, guiding Tifa's lips with hers and gently parting them with her tongue. Savoring her deeper, and trying to coax out more of those lovely noises at the same time. A persistent heat was growing in the pit of her stomach, and she moved a hand around Tifa's body to grab her gently but firmly by the ass, coaxing her forward. Encouraging her to grind her hips forward all she wanted. The solid weight of Vi's thigh wasn't going anywhere, not unless she wanted it to.
And right now, that didn't seem to be the case. Right now, it didn't seem like either of them wanted to be anywhere but here. Except, perhaps, somewhere with a comfortable bed. Vi was already thinking about how absolutely divine Tifa was going to look naked, and she had a feeling the other woman wouldn't want to be stripped and splayed out on the floor.
Maybe after. ]
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So the last two months had been a wild change. While she was no longer that inexperienced, there was so much she hadn't done yet. Being pinned but a stunning, powerful woman was definitely on the "new" list. She'd be utterly mortified if she knew just how much her reactions were asking for it, a terrible phrase she'd feared for years, but right now, she doesn't care. Everything about this is absolutely wonderful, and she has no desire for it to stop.
Maybe...it's nice to have someone think she's cute and and sweet and take care of her for a change. They both deserved a little pleasure, no past drama, health concerns, reputation fears, or anything else attached.
Vi's tongue pushes in, and Tifa welcomes it eagerly, tangling her own with Vi's. It's the hand on her ass that gets a yelp from her, turning into a deep, lusty moan as she rocks more intentionally against Vi's thigh. She'd like nothing more than to be overwhelmed like this until she comes. It's a selfishness she wouldn't normally indulge in, but something whispers to her to just take what's so clearly being offered.
And she offers herself back, one of her hands roving to Vi's breast, the other locking around her back and sweeping over the base of her hair. She moans as she squirms, the heat in her belly almost too much to stand. Every bit of her yearns to be touched and squeezed and tasted. She's not sure she's felt this much want for someone before, not without something here setting her off. ]
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That was exactly what Vi wanted now. To make Tifa feel good. To make her smile, and blush, and moan. And probably a few other things, too. This was only the start of it, after all, and while she still wasn't convinced that she wanted to fuck anyone properly right in an elevator, they weren't going to be stuck in it forever, either.
And Vi could, at times, be easily convinced by the right methods.
For just a moment Vi does worry, mind you, at that yelp, but it so swiftly melts into something hotter, and hungrier. And she can feel it in how Tifa's body presses against her, arching, pressing tight against her leg. That grip clutches at her, holding her close and encouraging her to rock her hips, slowly back and forth. To grind down and seek more of that friction and more of that pressure. Vi is all too happy to give it to her, as much as she wants.
So she keeps up that hungry kiss, letting out her own groan as Tifa reaches for her chest. She leans into that touch, pressing into her hand and biting at her bottom lip lightly, before tugging away. Trailing kisses over her cheek, her jaw, up to her ear. ]
You keep that up, pretty girl, and I'm gonna have to really put you through your paces. You're just too tasty.
sorry for the delay...migraines ;_;
For once, all the insecurity and worry is nowhere in her mind. She just melts into this, breathless and hungry as Vi presses down harder on her. An elevator isn't ideal, but she's not complaining, not with those kisses parading up the side of her face. ]
Guess I'm going to...keep it up then, hot shot.
[ She moans again, bracing her back against the wall and pulling Vi in closer, one of her hands skimming over the top of Vi's shirt to plunge over the warmth of her breast. ]
Maybe...when they let us out of here...we can go somewhere more comfortable...?
[ She's literally never asked anyone before, but it comes out so easily. How could she not want more, not when Vi was reading her every want so perfectly, and so clearly as into this as Tifa was. ]
boy do i feel that for a laundry list of reasons
Especially when those hands start roaming. Vi is used to being the one taking charge, more often than not, but she doesn't mind. Tifa's hands are strong and capable, and Vi wonders what she did, who she was, outside of this place. Maybe she'll have time to find out. Then again, there's a part of her that's convinced this is going to be nothing more than a one-time fling. Just a way to scratch that itch and move on. Feelings are sticky, and complicated, and she's not exactly looking for more.
Then again, she wasn't looking in the first place, and they sure snuck up on her, didn't they?
She grins a little, dipping her head as she starts trailing kisses over TIfa's throat. Her tongue drags across smooth skin, and she lets out a more urgent groan of her own as she presses into Tifa's eager hand. ]
There's nothing I'd want more, gorgeous, [ she sighs against Tifa's skin, teeth grazing, too, just to see if she likes the feeling. ] You're wearing a little too much for my liking at this point.
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Tifa sighs, moaning lightly as Vi kisses down her throat, shuddering as her tongue joins it. The sounds she gives back make Tifa's cunt clench, and she squeezes against Vi, wanting more of her. When Vi's teeth pass her skin, she rocks hard, making a sound loud enough to embarrass her, if she wasn't enjying this so much. ]
I'd like...to show you what's underneath [ She pants, thrusting against Vi's leg with more urgency. ] But not them. So -- get me off?
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So she doesn't even blink. "Get me off"? Yeah, she can do that, and she draws her leg back only so that she can replace it with her hand. Slide that between Tifa's legs and cup over her cunt, digging her fingers in without hesitation. Her lips trail up to Tifa's ear, tugging it gently in her teeth. ]
Done. Then we can go some place I can really enjoy you.
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hilda
[ Honestly, Vi has just enough time, as she's settled on her starting block, to have the slightest of second thoughts about this. Not about running her tongue over this girl that she's barely met, which does sound like exactly the right thing to take her mind off of - well, everything right about now. No, the part she takes issue with is simply how public it all is. Being so exposed in front of all these people - or not her being exposed, at least, but still the fact that they're all going to see her putting her mouth to good use over a naked body.
It's a lot to know that people are going to be staring at you, is the thing. She's never been the best with an audience, or big crowds. The Lanes are crowded, at times, thick with people like they're thick with smog, but mostly those people keep to themselves. Their business is their business. Not all front and center.
But as Hilda is guided in front her, covered in whipped cream and nothing else, those worries start to melt away at the same pace the whipped cream starts to ever so slightly melt off of her not-inconsiderable curves. Vi knows that she's staring, and she's not sure she could stop herself if she tried, so why even put in the effort? Hilda knows what they're both here for. There's no point in hiding it.
And she looks so pretty blushing. How is Vi supposed to say no? ]
I think you're gonna have to pry me off, [ she says, with a grin that's half-rakish and half-embarrassed at herself. Though she does lean in just a little bit closer, her voice lowering. ] And if you want me to leave the, ah, best bits covered for later, that's okay.
[ But just like that, the game is beginning, and while Vi is more interested in having fun than winning, she is competitive by nature. She takes Hilda's hand first, though, lifting it to her face and starting immediately to suck the whipped cream from her fingers. She is diligent, thorough, licking it from the webbing between, and then slowly drawing her tongue across her palm. Maybe a surprising place to start? But frankly, when she starts really getting down to business, she doesn't want to end up with whipped cream in her hair.
Besides, she has ten minutes. She'll get to the sweeter spots soon enough. ]
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[ A soft growl does bubble up in her throat when his hands fall to her hips. she's not overly fond of that - not overly fond of being manhandled. It happened a lot to her, when she was younger, and even with the muscles and the scars and the countless tattoos, all warning signs and proof of strength in her view, they still try it sometimes. It usually ends poorly. It usually ends with broken noses and missing teeth, in fact, and that's if she's feeling charitable.
But she relaxes her clenched fists, even as he lifts her off the ground, even as he pushes her against the wall. This is fine, she tells herself. They have to do something for the painting, have to earn their freedom, and she tells herself that if he crosses a line she doesn't want him to cross, he will just be walking out with one of those annoyingly pretty eyes blacked. She can do that if she has to. She won't even think twice. ]
Just don't get carried away, will you?
[ Fine, though. He wants her to take charge? Done. She grabs his face and holds him in place, holds him exactly where she wants him as she leans down and presses a hard kiss to his lips. It's all teeth and intensity at first, marking a clear claim of dominance here. She's not going to go lightly on him.
Until she reminds herself that the painting wanted cute, and after one tug of his bottom lip with her teeth, slows a little. Turns it into a more proper kiss. She knows how to do that, at least, even if it's usually softer mouths than this. It's fine. She can make this work. ]
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[ Now is really not the time he should be getting cheeky, but he can’t seem to help himself. While he takes that soft growl and the look in her eyes seriously, he’s also determined to try and help her at least have a little fun here. Otherwise what was the point? He doubts the portraits are gonna be fooled by half-measures, either.
So he waits to see what she does, doesn’t fight the clear dominance in that rough kiss, just so she knows she has it and he’s not going to fight her for it. When that seems to click for her, it softens again and that’s when he leans in more, tongue sliding teasingly against her lips as he angles his head slightly. Deepening it just enough that he knows the show it’ll give should be good enough.
His hands remain right where they are, resting on her hips and not wandering anywhere she wouldn’t want them. Just another point of contact, strong and steady. But he leans into the kiss with a soft sound, exploring her mouth, if she’ll let him. ]
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And he is, annoyingly, a good kiss. He lets her take the lead, but his lips are steady, and confident, and she just reaches up to tangle her fingers in his hair to hold him in place. Works her mouth slowly against him, stroking her tongue briefly with his, but then biting his bottom lip and giving it a tug. Telling him through her silent motions that this is her show, and she'll behave only how she wants to. Like a loosely collared dog.
At least his hands aren't moving. She'll give him credit for that. And so after a moment's hesitation, she hooks her legs around his thighs and pulls him a little closer. A part of her, reluctantly, is warming. She hasn't had nearly as much physical affection in her life as she might like, and sometimes her body gets a little greedy for it. ]
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It’s only then he lets one hand lift, sliding up her arm to cup against her cheek - careful, a gentle contrast to the roughness of their kiss. He makes sure its the hand farthest from the painting so he doesn’t actually block any of the show - which had been the point here to begin with. But he does let his fingers slide back to tangle in her hair at the nape of her neck as he kisses her. Makes a soft sound into the kiss, enjoying it, even as he tries to coax her along with him. ]
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Don't worry about it. She does enjoy the way she strokes her neck, and her hair, a little bit more. Tilts her head, moves her a little closer, and she'll let him pull that off this time. Keeps kissing, a little more slowly, almost sweetly, as much as she can approach that realm. She's not sure that she has it in her any more, if she ever did, but she's trying. Trying to sell it, so that the painting will let them go. That's all.
That's why her fingers slide into his hair to play with it, to rake her nails across his scalp. That's why her legs stay hooked around him, keeping him closer. That's why she makes a hot little huff into his mouth, not unhappy. All for the show. Yeah. ]
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She reminds him a little of Shamir, who had definitely never been stupid enough to give him the time of day, other than putting him on his ass in training - and not in the fun way. Unfortunately.
But when she leans into his touch, he smiles into the kiss and gives her more of it. Cards his fingers through her hair, shivering a little when she feels her nails rake lightly against his scalp. He makes a soft sound of delight at that, the sound muffled into the kiss.
His other hand slides from her hip and carefully makes its way north, over her stomach, tracing her ribs. He pauses, hovering, just beneath her breast. A silent request for permission. Waiting to see if she was okay being touched there before he accidentally tripped over a line she didn’t want crossed. ]
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And he isn't a bad kisser, she will grant him. Warm lips, and the way that he trembles under her nails brings her a little bit of satisfaction. Alright, he's cute. She'll admit it. Enough that she keeps her nails playing over him, and nibbles at his bottom lip.
Enough, too, that when he lets his hand climb her body she doesn't immediately grab him and bend a finger backwards. It's been a minute since she's let a man's hands wander over her body like that, but she can't deny a certain warmth crawling over her in the path of his fingers.
So she just draws back, her lips brushing against his, as she reaches down to lightly wrap her fingers around his wrist. ]
You want it? Ask nicely, pretty boy.
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wildcard — casino, just being a germlin & pickpocketing.
the casino tickles an interest for her, especially with so many wildcards coming and going to play games or to get... married? okay then. the latter she doesn't give two hoots about, but if people are winning these matches -- it's the perfect opportunity for her fingers to go on an adventure. and maybe if she can find some string and items around, she can put together traps for people to fall into and empty their own pockets for her. jinx doesn't care too much about the money part, she'd blow it to bits if she had her chompers with her, but it's the thrill of it that gets her going. and honestly, she doesn't need a human being to get excited when her explosives do the trick. but sadly, her inflammable friends are not with her, and she has to make due without them, nun ja. )
( humming ever so innocently and weaving around the crowd, jinx gets to work -- her fingers gliding in and out of unexpected pockets with expeditious and ease. doing this is child's play and half of the time, and the girl hardly grants her unforeseen victims a glance. which is an unfortunate thing to do as she brushes along someone who can make her entire world tilt to one side and come into a screech halt............. if she paid attention. jinx pretends to bump into vi like it was some "accident" (with no apology given, either) as her fingers digs down deep into one of her sister's pockets. what do you have in there, big sister? something good? something neat? )
welp i guess we're doing this then!!
but vi was still a resident of the undercity, born and raised, and that was never going to change. she could be draped in this fancy monkey suit that didn't match her style, and she could be riding high on a current of uneasy energy at being trapped here in a place that she didn't understand with no idea how she got there, and she could even be distracted by the sights and the smells and the tastes in the air - but she was still vi. she was still vander's apprentice, still a street rat and a fighter and someone who had learned to survive. to keep her head on a swivel at all times. she had to be.
so it doesn't take her that long to realize she's been pickpocketed. it won't be the first time, after all, a skill that she's had to pick up in particular living in the lanes. this one is good, mind you, and jinx will actually escape her pocket - with not very much to take away, unfortunately, since vi is new here and nearly broke because of it - but she won't get far. before vi is clocking what happened, and reaching for a shoulder without even taking in who she's reaching for. before she even notices the blue braids, and the tattoos, and the silhouette that's been carved into her memory with indelible ink. ]
Nice try - [ the words stumble from her lips, a brusque and confident warning, before time rolls forward, catching up, and she's forced to realize who she's looking at. who her hand is on. her mouth goes try, her tongue heavy and slow, like it's been coated with a: ] Powder?
hell yeah we are!!
although when the blueberry haired girl spin to see the victim, her heart plummets then scales up to her throat. her pinks gleam a soft, gentle glow as she holds her gaze to her sister's greys. she... she can't be real. her mind must be toying with her again, like it always had. but even so, those fabricated visions could never physically touch her like this. vi's name is at the tip of her tongue, but her voice is lost somewhere in an endless pool of mix emotions. jinx cuts away her glance to the crowd, to vi, and then back to the crowd. what... what should she do now? is caitlyn with her? is vi here to turn her in for what she had done to the council? in a panic, her little sister jerks her shoulder away from vi's grasps and fumbles to regain her footing. run away. she needs to run away. and without thinking, jinx bolts off -- shoving other wildcards aside to make way (and entirely forgetting she has abilities now to speed faster, but hey, she's still learning). )
trauma and disaster incoming...
maybe that's why she runs. slips away from that grip and turns to run, her bright blue braids whipping behind her like the trail off a fired bullet. vi takes a moment to process it before she's running, too, muscling her way through the crowd, through the press of bodies, and while she's not as small and slick as powder might be, when she wants people to move? they move. ]
Powder, wait! Come back! [ the words that have echoed around inside of her head so many times before. that were painted on the inside of the prison cell, when she was locked there all those years. powder, come back, i didn't mean it. this isn't even a second chance, it's a third, and she needs it. needs to not fuck it up. ] It's me, it's Violet! We can talk about this!
[ don't make her tackle you, powder. she will if she has to. if she can. ]
weeee....
her little sister is doing everything that she can to give the two of them some distance, because she is not going to get caught and rot in some jail. or whatever jail is to this place. so if vi wants to capture her sister, she's going to have to tackle her to the ground. and she better do it soon, because jinx is heading towards the elevator and in just a few feet, she'll be in and the door will shut. )
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luckily, vi is quick on her feet, too. navigating the undercity has made her steady, and agile, and quick to react, and it's not too hard to duck over chairs or weave around the people that powder is shoving in her way. frankly, it's just like home, just like those days when they were kids, before everything went wrong, sprinting through the city streets to evade a beating or bring their ill-gotten loot back home before they got caught.
but this time she's not running from something. she's running after her sister, and she sees the elevator door standing open. one more door ready to bar her from the only family that she has left. so she tenses her legs, bows her thighs, and then springs with all of her might. launches herself like a missile to tackle powder around the middle, or maybe just around the legs, to trip her up. to stop her. ]
Dammit, listen to me!
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however, her little sister fumble along with the other -- face smacking flat against the floor with her nose smashing so hard that it might leave a bruise later. with vi latching onto her middle, jinx squirms vigorously in hope she's thin enough to slip away through her strong arms. )
No! — I'm not gonna let you trick me again or—or fall for whatever you're gonna say to me!!
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Oh, my.
[ a delicate hand flutters up to kayena's chest, a pretty pink blush dusting her fair cheeks. ]
Are you sure? It looked like you worked hard for it...
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so she approaches, trying to keep a little swagger in her step in the face of that pretty blush. she has her weaknesses, after all, and she's learned to cover them. shield from them. ]
What, this? Practically nothing.
[ she just glances at the truffle box, admiring it as she steps in closer. ]
Besides, I mostly just wanted to say I won it. I think you might appreciate it more.