▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
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【 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's all he could offer, really. The adrenaline and pleasure overridden what was supposed to be common sense to him, to warn her that what they were doing was risky to him. Just another guilt to pile atop of another.
I'd...rather not hurt you.
She... She doesn't sound convincing. But, Soundwave thinks it's best to not point it out, and honestly, he's fine with leaving it at that. That is until he made that remark at the end, which seems to have set Monika off.
Surprise flits across his face, then a scowl. Back here again. To petty bickering.]
What do you mean all me? You have as much to blame as me.
We were both so caught in the moment that it didn't feel wrong, and.... and besides... I know you enjoyed using that knife on me, hurting me.
[And in then, enjoy feeling the pain. They were both freaks.]
[ Her grip on the railing tightens as she moves. She can feel her rage rising, boiling up, and it's getting more difficult to put a lid on it. Even from a--God, what even are they anymore? Whatever they are, she hates when someone doesn't allow her to ignore her wrongs. Wrongs that aren't even wrong, because she hasn't done anything wrong!
She tries to stay quiet. She really does. Saying anything else is probably going to send them plunging off the cliff they're already clinging to. But this was going beyond petty. This, in her mind, was getting personal. ]
You don't know anything about me. Don't pretend like you do.
[ After growling out those denials, she looses a long, shaky breath. Good. She kept the worst of her rage under control. If he stops pressing the issue, she'll be fine. Don't make her have to confront these uncomfortable thoughts. Let her live in her delusion. Just shut up, Soundwave, and everything will be fine. ]
[Soundwave tries not to let his emotion seep into his expression. But he is without his mask and it is plain to see how displeased he is with Monika, hands clenching into fists, shaking from his own boiling anger. What is there to pretend? He's seen how she acted during those two moments they had. That tells him enough.
His eyes narrow at her for a minute longer before turning his gaze away with a huff. Soundwave knows when to not make the situation any worse than it already was.
They should've just dropped talking about what transpired in the elevator.
So, he doesn't say anything more. He feels a.... Little bad? For angering her, but he won't apologies. After all, why apologize when he didn't even say anything wrong? ..... Maybe he will when his own mind calm down from this trainwreck of a friendship they have, but right now, he's too irritated and angry with her.
When she starts moving again, he'll follow quietly from behind. Not a word during the climb up the stairs or even when they reach her room. If she doesn't say, it'll be fine. Things will settle down]
[ There's a dismissive huff of a laugh when she sees his displeasure. Amazing! An emotion! Has he finally realized how wrong he is? Good. He needed to.
She continues up the stairs as if she's made of stone, rigid and unyielding. There's a constant expectation that he's not going to listen. It'd be a sad thing if he didn't, because then he'd really see the dark side of her that keeps slipping out. He'd see the person who'd turn and stare with a smile, eyes dead and unfeeling, then promptly shove him down the stairs. If he was grievously injured? Blame his lack of balance. Blame the stairs. She'd have nothing to do with an untimely death.
All remains relatively calm, however. It soothes the fire in her. Things always go much better when he's a good little robot for her.
By the time they reach her room, she's better. Somewhat. Still stiff and standoffish, but she's at least no longer radiating murderous energy. Wordlessly, she opens her door, unceremoniously entering without bothering to wait and see if he's following. Tossing off his jacket almost immediately follows as she strides onward. Anger has a way of destroying her shame, much like being in the throes of passion does. ]
I'm taking a shower. You can do whatever you want.
[ Without waiting for a response, she disappears into one of the bathrooms. Ah. Perhaps she's not as okay as she thought she was. Maybe the shower would rinse away the last of the anger? Who knows.
Maybe he can use the time when he's left to his own devices to decide if this trainwreck is worth the bother. ]
[Honestly, he expected Monika to close the door on him, which... would be an understable reaction, if a bit upsetting. But Soundwave follows her into her room, still quiet. His eyes glance at Monika, watching her disappear into one of the bathrooms, but again, not saying anything.
At least he doesn't have to bother with a shower since he could just re-materialize the avatar.
After rmoving both her white dress and panties, both stained with his blood, is left folded neatly on a table. Soundwave glances at the bathroom door she entered, wondering if she's worth his time anymore.... She's such a trainwreck, irritating, and obnoxious, and he likes he--- No, she probably hates him for what happened at the staircase. If she didn't before, she probably does now. Who wouldn't? Nice job fucking up your only friendship in this place, Soundwave.
Maybe it's best he just leave. To further avoid a bigger mess. And so his holoavatar de-materialized into the aether, along with his jacket.
.......
.....
....
...
Why did he come back here? Why did he rematerializes his avatar in her room? Sitting on the bed while hugging his knees and his head resting on his knees? He's not even sure if he has an answer for that himself, but he is waiting for Monika. He even has a boxes of sweets and chocolate in front of him. His real body made a quick stop at a store and delivered them to her room. Though he's waiting outside in the lounge somewhere instead of inviting himself into her room.]
[ She expected to come out to an empty room. It'd make sense. The longer she'd stood under the water, the more reality settled in, as usual. Go figure. She finds a good thing, a good person? alien? mech? that hasn't abandoned her despite all she's done. Yeah, it's barely been a day since they met, but the sort of connection they have...how dumb would she be to throw it all away? If she hasn't already done so...
For once in her sad, short life, shouldn't she try to hold on to a friend instead of seeing them as an obstacle?
So, when she steps out of the bathroom, hair and body wrapped up in towels, she freezes when she finds him there on her bed. She hasn't even noticed the treats. Only him. ]
You're a glutton for punishment.
[ Is she saying that to him, or is she saying it to herself? Still, she gradually heads over, perching herself precariously on the edge of the bed a few feet away from him. ]
[Maybe he needed some closure. Maybe he needed to know just how she thinks of him after that fight? Maybe that's why he's back? In all of his life, millions of years, he's never been in a fight with a friend before, so... He doesn't know what to do. If she yelled at him for sticking around, then that'll just seal the deal. They break their friendship, never apologize, and ignore each other. The resort is big enough that they could reasonably avoid each other. She has every right to be angry at him.
Does he want that? No, he doesn't, of course. Despite everything, he still wants to hold onto this one thing he has, but losing it seems to be the most likely scenario.
Hearing the door click open, his head lifts up. He has his mask back on again, able to hide his emotions from her. Fully expecting Monika to raise her voice at him again and be hurt all inside, he steels himself. Ah, here it comes. Except... She doesn't. Instead, she makes a small remark. No yelling, or telling him to leave her sight.
Maybe he is just a glutton for punishment. Maybe they both are.]
It isn't as if I have anywhere else I want to be.
[Implying that this is the only place he wanted to be. Be close to Monika? ... Why would he, after everything? They aren't in the elevator anymore and the aphrodisiac is out of his system, but his mind is just as confused with himself as back then.
His eyes turn down to his treats, then back to Monika, pondering.]
Besides, I made a promise to you. [That's right. He made that promise, and... He'll just hold onto that promise as an excuse to be with her.]
[ His words weigh down on her, pushing her shoulders lower. It's not much longer before she can't keep her gaze on him. More than how her heart flutters at hearing him say that--fluttering in a way it very much shouldn't--it also drives in how awful she's been to him.
Well...mostly. There's always that stubborn part of her that will hold out and insist she can't take all the blame. It takes two to tango. Why should she have to deal with the burden of feeling bad?! He's the one who's wrong! Not her!
Then again, was the price of being right worth the burden of being alone?
The slight purse of her lips loosens as her eyes fall upon the treats at the same time. Her eyebrows rise, then her gaze with it, staring at the mask he's hiding his face behind. She wishes he wouldn't, but who can blame him, having to deal with someone like her? She'd hide away if she could, too. ]
You're way better with promises than I am. [ She laughs weakly, then sighs softly, hanging her head. ] I'm not even a good friend. Why do you even put up with me? You should want to be anywhere but here.
[Surprising. She can be self aware. If there's really one thing he doesn't like about Monika is that she's incapable of accepting any blame herself. It isn't as if he's saying she should take all the blame, but rather they both should share it, feel bad together.
But honestly, he's not looking to have another fight with her. Monika is willing to talk to him still, so he should try to repair the broken bridge between them.]
Because you are still my only friend.
[Just a friend? Maybe. But regardless of that, even with the mask on, he sounds earnest. Though he could make new friends outside of this room, if he makes an effort to meet people, Monika is still the first friend he made in the resort. That's indisputable. And despite everything, she's still someone he cares, a lot more than he realized or willing to admit.
His gaze dips back down to the treats, ponders for another second longer, then grabs a chocolate bar before moving to sit on the edge of the bed but still keeping a respectful distance away from her.
Staring straight ahead rather than at Monika, he holds the candy out to her, should she want to take it. After all, she hadn't had her breakfast yet.]
Perhaps I should, but this is where I wanted to be most. No, or rather.... I want to stay by your side. [Yeah, he knows it's weird especially after the fight, and he's a little confused himself, but that's what he feels strongest right now]
I admit... I was afraid you would rather not be friends with me any longer.
[ The more he says, the mech of few words that he is, the less words come to her. Although she's awful at accepting blame, she can at least see when someone's hurting. That ability grows the more she cares about someone, so it's surprising that she's noticing this. Before now, she'd saved that privilege only for the Player. So, to actually worry about Soundwave, to feel almost guilty...
The implications of this are almost terrifying.
She shoves the worry aside, instead focusing on the candy he's holding out. She stares at it, not moving to take it. Her stomach growls at the sight, but still, it's not what she wants. ]
I...thought about it. I figured it'd be easier. [ She almost didn't admit to it, but maybe it won't hurt to tell the truth for once. ] But, for the first time since I've gotten here, the whole time I've been with you, I realized...I haven't felt alone.
[ At last, she reaches out to take the candy. However, she drops it on the bed and takes his hand instead. Softly. Loosely. Just in case he wants to reject the contact. ]
You're the first real friend I've ever had. [ After scooting closer, she leans into his attempt to avoid looking at her, her head's towel tilting slightly from the weight of her hair, determined to gaze into his hidden eyes. ] My only friend.
[He thought about it. Wouldn't it be much easier to avoid letting someone close to him? So that he wouldn't ever have to experience this hurt again, or the hurt of losing a friend.
In the end, it isn't worth living life alone, especially when he recognizes that he has someone he cares in this resort.
He tenses at the contact. Not because he's scared of her or anything, just that he wasn't expecting it at all. However, not wanting to send a wrong signal to Monika, he wraps his fingers around her hand and gives her a light, comforting squeeze. Still, Soundwave isn't sure he could meet her face so he keeps looking ahead... until Monika herself decides to be within his field of vision.
His head tilts towards her at least, the visor staring blankly back at her determined gaze.
.... If she's so determined to look into his eyes, then.... He reaches his free hand to his mask, two fingers under the mask, almost hesitant to pull it down, before finally committing to it. The visor is gone, and his crimson teary gaze meets with Monika's. The hurt and discomfort that painted his face during the entire wait is mostly gone now, replaced with one of appreciation, gratefulness, and even apologetic.]
Thank you. And... I am sorry, my friend.
[Silence lingers from him for a moment, content with just staring into Monika's eyes. .... No, he... Isn't content with just that.]
Can I... have a hug? [It's not a request he'd ever make. Honestly, it sounds pathetic the way he asked for it, how his cheeks immediately heats up and madly flushes red. But, he's determined to keep his gaze on her, even if every fiber of his being want to turn his head away from her.]
[ She doesn't comment on the ease of pushing people away. Before now, she'd found it incredibly easy, especially since the "people" she pushed away weren't anything living. When confronted with someone real and alive, however, someone that didn't react based on set commands, the difficulty is nothing like she expected or wanted. Every time she had a thought of pulling away, something would snap her back.
He's such a grump...but he's sweet. He's so stubborn...but willing to be patient with her. He's not human...but why does that matter? He won't let her do everything she wants...but the constant battle against him has led to some growth and understanding. Everything she thinks she wants, he finds some way to prove she wants the opposite, simply by being him.
Some of the chill that'd settled on her dissipates when he squeezes her hand back, a chill that had nothing to do with wearing only towels. She sighs in relief. Their bridge was mending. Or so she hopes. ]
Mm. There you are. [ Her small smile is just as warm once he stops hiding behind his mask. ] Nice to see you again.
[ If his request is pathetic, oh well. That'd mean she was pathetic for wanting the same. The fact that he asked, though? It's something special. And it really means something, the way he keeps his eyes on hers, no matter how embarrassed he seems to look.
There's hardly any hesitation. She lightly tugs on his hand, pulling them together then wrapping her arms around him. As she squeezes him, a wall she's kept up creaks and cracks. Her eyes close as she fights for her barrier to remain in place. ]
I'll give you a hug later, too. [ The real him, she means. ] And I'm--I'm--
[ The wall crumbles a little more. ]
Thank you. A-And. I'm... [ Was that a sniffle? ] I'm sorry.
[ She could hardly get the apology out, barely above a whisper, but...she did it. She let a wall fall, just for him. ]
[Embarrassed still, but that pathetic feeling soon goes away when Monika pulls him into a hug, replaced with... Happiness?
A strong swirl of emotions burst inside him in the hug. But unlike in the elevator, it's... a lot clearer to him. Nothing but positive emotions. Happiness, joy, and love... Or at least, he recognizes it as platonic kind of love rather.
It.. isn't odd for him to feel this many emotions at once and feel them so strongly towards a friend. Normally, Soundwave would never show himself so vulnerable so often, and he wouldn't think that he would with someone he met for less than a day. But... here he is. Hugging Monika. Squeezing Monika. Holding Monika close. Part of it is that he's touch-starved, affection-starved, but it's undeniably nice, having someone you trusted and cared so much you could allow a moment of vulnerability. To not worry about anything and only think about the comfort of each other's presence and warmth.
Hell, he even looks forward to when she'll hug him, which had him chuckling lightly when she said it. Looking forward to a hug? It's unbecoming of him, but...
His own icy exterior melts away, just for her.
Her apology was barely above a whisper, but to Soundwave? He hears her loud and clear, but what is more important is that he can hear the sincerity in her voice. That is all that matters to him, and he doesn't need any more from her.
That said, the apology makes him shake slightly, holding himself back. As an empath, he can feel the emotions coming from her, but in a moment of vulnerability? He doesn't just feel them but is also affected by them. That, and the embrace makes him crumble. He's not a crier, but.... He finally lets a tear roll down his cheek, before he presses his face to rest on her shoulder. It's not a sad tear, but one of happiness instead.]
It's okay. [His own voice is a whisper. His hand moves in slow circles on her back in a comforting rub, and the the other hand moves up to pat the back of her head.] It's okay, Monika.
[ Perhaps it's a stroke of luck for him that she doesn't see the tear. She would've said something about it, grabbing onto an easy target to pull them away from her emotions. She's let him in deeper than she ever intended. Any further and he'd be lost in her forever. She can't, she can't.
His words pull her further into turmoil. Where's his mask when she needs it? Anything to hide her face and recoil from the truth. ]
N-No. [ And she actually sounds a little scared. ] Don't say it's okay. You'll just--
[ Another sniffle sneaks out, and another. This level of caring about her well-being is too much. It wasn't something she was meant to have. Not from him, right? Right?
Monika trembles against him, clutching him tighter. She doesn't deserve this, but she wants it. ]
Please, don't look at m-me when I'm like this...
[ Don't see her being so vulnerable, and, unbeknownst to her, feel her being that way, which would only make her crumble further if she did know. Please, don't witness her being so obviously weak. ]
[If he shows a weak and vulnerable side of him to her, then he wants to see hers as well. Let them both be vulnerable in each other's embrace. However, he won't look at her face, as he too doesn't dare to show her the face his avatar currently is making from. Honestly, he doesn't even want to know what face he's making.
Perhaps, without his empath powers, he would actually do as said and pulled back, but... This feeling of want from her is strong, and he too wants the same. It doesn't matter if she thinks she doesn't deserved it, because he believes otherwise. So he isn't letting go nor will he stop saying those caring words to her.]
It's okay, Monika. Do not worry.
[His embrace tightens, trying his best to not tremble himself but failing to do so. His hands rub and pat at her.]
[ Her fingers press into his back, trembling with him. She's at war with her mind, each side wanting something different. One says run. One says stay. Another insists she lash out. Yet another wonders why she's allowing herself to be this way around him. What the hell is pulling her back to him, no matter how far she tries to run?
The dam breaks, and all her tears spill forth. More than remorse from how she'd treated him earlier, she's releasing everything that had built up inside of her since her awareness inexplicably sparked into life. Why hadn't she been able to have this from the start? Why did she have to suffer so much?
Why did she have to be alone... ]
Soundwave, please...
[ She pulls back to look at his face, then takes hold of his cheeks, staring into his eyes. She doesn't care how he looks, how she looks. Just as long as she can make the same plea he had earlier, directly from her heart, untainted by some obscene portrait. ]
[He tightens her hold when the dam breaks, comforting her as best he can until she pulls back. His own cheek is streak with tears, but Monika looks worse off than him. Seeing the look on her face, it makes his spark ache and the want to show care and compassion to her grows stronger, but his eyes are wide when she makes her plea. The same plea he did back then. The desire to not be alone.
He doesn't like to see someone alone. Now that it's someone he cares? It hurts him badly to see Monika like this. They both are lonely, both want a companion on their side, but.... Monika has it worse, he can tell. Living a life trapped in a video game all on her own? He can't imagine how horrifically lonely it must've been for her...
He feels so ashamed of himself to have her see him like this but the want and need to care for his friends overpowers any conception of how he should be perceived right now. Screw having to act dignify at this moment. Neither of them care about any of that or what faces they're making. And.... It wouldn't do good to hide his emotions from her.
Crimson eyes glow brighter from the sheer intensity of his emotions, compounded with Monika's own, but he doesn't take his eyes off hers. Soon, Soundwave does the same; he cups her wet cheeks and his thumbs makes the effort to wipe off any tears leaking out of her eyes.]
I won't, Monika.
[Then, he leans in to press his forehead against hers, and in a softer voice:]
[ She glimpses his brighter eyes for a flash, just before she breathes out and closes her eyes at his touch. How nice, having him do this, in such an awful moment of weakness. She worked hard to keep her suffering bottled up inside. How did it take him barely a day to break her down? Then there's the scarier thought. The one that will keep her up at night.
This is how she feels when she thinks of the Player, the only person she was supposed to feel that way about. That's supposed to be impossible! But she got free. She ended up here. She's truly alive. If all that can happen...
Her fingers tremble against his cheeks, rubbing at the tears he's shed. Tears she didn't know he was capable of. The thought draws out a laugh that surprises her. So many impossible things, here in her arms. ]
I didn't know you could cry. Maybe there is a heart under all that ancient grump?
[ She moves in closer. Her lips brush his, just so. He's only a friend. She shouldn't, but-- ]
You promise, though, don't you?
[ She shakes her head, trying to deny herself one last time, denying his pull, but she only ends up rubbing her nose against his. There's another kiss, needier. ]
You'll stay with me. [ Her hold turns possessive. ] Only me...
[ Her mouth presses in and doesn't move away this time. No more denial. She wants what she wants. She takes what she wants. And right now? All she wants is him. ]
[Mild surprise paints the avatar's expression at her pointing out his tears. His first instinct is to turn his face away from her, to hide the tears, but Monika's hands on his cheeks prevents him from doing so and... He feels he shouldn't be hiding his expressions from Monika anymore. It's a privilege she has now.]
What... What are you talking about? I do not... cry. It's just the avatar's-- When my emotions are flaring high--
[Saying that is just as equally embarrassing, though, wouldn't it? Though he can't move his head away, it's unsurprising that he's back to his tsundere-like response.
It's really his only response, even if he's smiling through it, not actually minding how pathetic he looks. Ah, it's rare of him to allow a smile like this spread on him. Only around his friends that he freely allows himself to smile, and Monika is a dear friend. How laughable. How weak he must've gotten that he quickly allowed this one human girl to be the most important and precious person in this resort-- no, in his second life, rather.
He quiets down, though, when Monika leans in closer, feeling her lips on his. His lips part open instinctively in a soundless surprise. No, they shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't they? He should back away, but... His lips tremble against hers and he finds himself rubbing his nose back on her]
I do. [He presses back in the kiss, unable to resist the pull either..] Just you, Monika. I only want to be by your side.
[For an entire week, as promised. Never separating himself from her. If there was anything wrong about her sudden possessiveness from her, he ignores it for the sole reason that... it's a nice feeling. Being wanted by someone. Being relied on. Sharing this intimate moment he probably won't allow himself with anyone else.
Her wants are his commands.
Whimpering slightly in the kiss, he presses back, and his hands move back down to her back, clutching onto her towel, pressing closer than before. Steadily, his own neediness grow, and Soundwave drops down on his back onto the mattress, pulling Monika along with him, then have her roll to lay down on top of him, all without breaking the kiss himself.]
[ Here they are again, back in the position that keeps getting them into trouble. It's sure happening a lot for people that are supposed to be merely friends. Maybe that's just how it is in a place like this. It's what the resort wants. Resisting it has been so much harder...
She's obviously not stopping, her thighs shifting to straddle his as she continues chasing his lips, hungrily tasting him, falling under his spell as she always seems to do. ]
Just me. Only me.
[ As if it needs to be said again, but she wanted to, and her fierce conviction in her desire to be the only person that matters comes through. It feels good, saying it. It's good, having that power. Besides, she's never as happy unless she has someone to obsess over. How convenient that someone fell right into her lap when she needed that the most.
She's not happy if she doesn't have someone to pick on, either, so of course she'll keep doing that. As she pulls back to remove the towel on her head, since it's getting annoying, she giggles softly while preparing to enjoy one of her favorite hobbies. ]
What's got you so emotional, hmm~? I wonder what people will say when I tell them you can actually cry. You're gonna lose all your cool alien street cred~
[ At last, she's smiling, too, deceptively angelic from the way the light overhead frames her. Her fingers stroke his cheeks, then slide over to brush across his lips. ]
I'm glad I could see under your mask. I like seeing you. Both of you. [ She's leaning back in, the towel around her body slipping undone, staring deep into his eyes. ] Keep showing all of you to me.
[ Just me, she says in her head, since her lips are on his again. Just Monika. Just Monika. Just Monika. ]
[This sure happened a lot for mere friends, yes. Even for friends with benefits, it hasn't been that long since the elevator, and yet here they are, in the same position as last time - perhaps with less violence committing against one another, hopefully. He wonders if it's the environment of the resort that kept putting them in this position, but he rather think he's pulled by Monika rather than anything else in this moment. They are doing this because they both wanted to and not because of whatever stupid third party demanding or directing them to have sex. No aphrodisiac. No eyes on them. No other souls watching. Not even influenced by alcohol.
Just them alone, allowing their own desires guide them.]
Nothing. [What lies. He's staring at the sole reason that causes his current emotional state] Heh, they wouldn't believe you, anyway. No one can imagine someone like me crying.
[Why, of course he's going to keep firing back, though he's no longer as irritated (still is slightly) by her picking on him.
What he's finding out that he enjoys with her so far is her fingers brushing along his lips. The feeling of her soft skin brushing against the avatar's lips, able to taste her with his tongue poking out, and, if she didn't pull the finger away, would suckle on it inside his mouth.
Her towel comes loose and her bare breasts are showing in full glory. Yet his eyes are more focused on her face, particularly her eyes, staring deep into each other. With the light shining behind her, it's as if she's an angel who came to him in his most vulnerable to keep him under her embrace and provide him the warmth he's been secretly searching for deep down.
Lost in each other's lips again, he kisses back just as fiercely, pressing as deep as he can possibly go.
Once the kiss ended, Soundwave breaths out a pleased sigh. He had calmed his cock down while climbing up the stairs, but with her straddling him once again, it's throbbing under the bodysuit, needy once more... Hm, maybe he should remove his clothes when Monika herself is fully naked. And so, he does that-- without the hassle of removing them, his clothes all disintegrate into pixels, leaving him as bare as Monika.
After all, she wants him to show all of him to her, right?]
Ah... But- [If they are really continuing down this path. If they are going beyond kissing--] My real body. I am still outside your room.
[What will it be? Will she let him suffer outside while they both enjoy each other like last night? Or invite him inside where he'll.... Probably deactivated, so he can fully focus on controlling over the avatar.]
[ She's not sure how long she spends kissing him, lapping up sweetness that nearly rivaled his blood, but his body's obvious reactions drag her away from getting lost in his taste. Having his cock sliding against her folds? Also a reason to pause.
Monika lifts her head, licking her lips after a thin line of saliva breaks between them. He's so lovely like this, bared and vulnerable, only for her. And to think, she already feels comfortable enough to do the same for him, no outside interference necessary.
...Which means more jokes! ]
Oh? So, I should tell everyone you're a pervert on top of a crybaby! Creeping around, listening to people doing naughty things...how gross~
[ She knows how stupid that sounds, because, well. Obviously. She hopes she'll get a real laugh out of him. It'd be a nice bonus on top of the smile! However, some of his typical grumping will also be satisfactory.
Just like he's learning, she's noticing he's shown an interest in her fingers. As she admires him from above, one hand creeps back to his mouth, tugging at his lower lip with her thumb, soft bait dangling on a hook to lure his hungry tongue out. ]
Are you trying to join us this time? Make this a party of three?
[ God, what a weird thing to say when it's technically just him. It makes her laugh. ]
Go let yourself in. [ She slides off of him with one more fleeting kiss after pulling her hand away. ] I'll get all this stuff out of the way so you can make love to me.
[ Make love. Not fucking. They've done enough of the latter. She wants, and needs, something softer. Still being sore from his earlier pounding has nothing to do with it. Really!
Really. She wants intimacy, not lust. A moment to feel connected in a way that wasn't dictated by the House. To be with the real him, since he's seen a glimpse of the real her. ]
I'm not a pervert. [What the hell??? Her cheek gets some aggressive poking for that.] I don't... I do not want to listen to other people doing... those stuff.
[It's gross! Horrifying! She joked, but he's actually suffering this! He really had to shut his ears up (sometimes successful, sometimes not), or had to just really concentrate on something just so his ears aren't picking them up. But fortunately, he does have something, or rather someone, he could put his full focus on, tuned out every sound and noises outside of this room. Only Monika's sounds is all he's hearing.]
But thanks to you, I can ignore all those sounds. All I have to focus on is Monika's voice.
[Look at that, beneath all the grump, he does have nice and sweet things to say. And... Oh, her fingers are back. It's a successful bait, because he immediately has his tongue out to lick and lap her at thumb, twirling around it before pushing it past his lips to give her a couple of suckle, staring up at her with half-lidded eyes. She tastes so sweet. Alas, the good thing doesn't last long, but his avatar gives her a surprise look at her tease.]
I wasn't trying to suggest that... Or, you actually want us both active at the same time?
[Make love, huh. Briefly he wonders if that's alright when they're just friends, but... honestly, he would be lying to himself if it isn't something he wants, too, after everything. Just... something soft. Intimate. Be connected in a way that is nothing alike how they connected this morning. He's fine with it, even with his real self he can be gentle. After Monika slides of him, Soundwave chases after her lips for one more fleeting kiss, before he heads over to the door.
The avatar lets himself in. No dangling metal sausage, as his crotch plate is securely closed at the moment. No sign of any dirty glow on him either, because he cleaned himself of course. Can't go out of his room with gunk on him.
He had intended to just sit in the corner and deactivate himself, but.... Damn, why did she have to say making it a party of three. The real him sits on the bed while the avatar settles on one of his thighs]
Are you alright with this? [He asks, with his real voice rather than through the avatar.] I can just sit at the corner instead.
[ Oh, right. He does have really good hearing, doesn't he? Shocking that the girl who's constantly screaming around him refuses to commit that to memory. But as she's doing all the grumping herself at the cheek poking, he makes those cheeks redder than ever. What he said, that was...kind of romantic...
Her teasing loses some of its edge, or plenty of it, since she's the one now getting flustered. That is to say, she can't tease anymore at all. Please don't use this knowledge for evil purposes. ]
I mean. Um. I figured it's what you were, er. Going for.
[ What else was she meant to think?! He sent her a video of him yanking his metal sausage! It's only fair for her to want to see it! This is all his fault for constantly teasing her with the idea of it!
By the time he returns, doubly so, she's done as promised and moved the towels elsewhere, as well as his gift haul, leaving only her naked self on the bed. Her legs are crossed, trying to hide her obvious arousal. Not so easy to hide? The way her eyes refuse to stop looking for where his giant metal sausage is. Does she have to wind him up and make it pop out like a jack-in-the-box?! ]
Mm? [ Oh, yes. Talking! She can remember how to do that, probably. ] Oh. Well, I mean...
[ Her gaze flickers back and forth between his avatar's face and his, hidden behind another mask. She fidgets with the sheets, thighs clenching harder. ]
I keep telling you. I always want to see the real you. Always. And...if I can be with you that way, too...
[ Her eyes focus on the face above, then she crawls across the bed, taking hold of his metal arm, resting her cheek against the smooth, warm surface. ]
Do whatever makes you comfortable, Soundwave. As long as it's with me.
[If Soundwave realizes that what he was romantic, he would actually used that to his advantage to get Monika to cease her teasing. It wasn't intentional for him to make it sound romantic, of course, because he thinks it's silly he has anything romantic in his exo-skeleton. And she should know that he has incredibly sensitive hearing, so it makes sense that he needs to focus on one thing to stop all the noises in his ears.
In any case, he's not sure what got Monika so flustered all of a sudden, head tilting to the side in confusion.
Don't think he doesn't notice her eyes looking down at his crotch. It makes his face flush a little, and somehow also sends a good tingle down to his crotch. Ah, is this... What he wanted as well? Despite all his worries and fears doing this with Monika. He wanted this, too? After a moment of deliberation, he decides to just... go for it. He's... curious. It felt extremely good whenever they do this with the avatar, so how much greater would it feel when it is his real body instead?
With a surrendering groan, he splays his metal legs before her while the avatar slides off his thigh and moves to occupies Monika's side instead, pressing his shoulder on her and resting his head on her. There we go. Monika sandwiched nicely between two different Soundwaves. One warm metal and one warm skin. The mask stays on during sex, though!]
I... Want to be with you that way, too.
[With that, he starts to unlock his panel locks. While Monika touching him could coax his metal sausage out, it's not necessary. A sigh releasing his tension also release the panel locks under his crotch, a couple of resounding *clicks* originating from under his crotch plate. The metal plating made up his crotch plate unlatches, slides and tucks to his side, revealing the smooth white surface area and what appears to be a closed cover. Monika only gets the briefest glance at the closed equipment cover before Soundwave's cord immediately pressurizing inside and the valve cover sliding away, leaking glowing pre out of it.
After that, a clearly phallic object pushes out- one Monika should recognized from that video -pushes out of the hole, plumped with arousal, red biolights shining through a new thick sheen of lubricant- he's self-lubricant, apparently! His blue and white cock looking alive for Monika to see.
What is a little different, and may be unexpected, is that his metal dong appears to be... soft? Despite being metal, it droops and appears half-erected, but even so still bigger than his avatar's.
Soundwave, though? He blushes blue where his cheeks would be on his faceplate, but keeps his visor on Monika.]
Is... This what you wanted? My... spike. [Spike. Cybertronian's slang for cock.]
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[That's all he could offer, really. The adrenaline and pleasure overridden what was supposed to be common sense to him, to warn her that what they were doing was risky to him. Just another guilt to pile atop of another.
I'd...rather not hurt you.
She... She doesn't sound convincing. But, Soundwave thinks it's best to not point it out, and honestly, he's fine with leaving it at that. That is until he made that remark at the end, which seems to have set Monika off.
Surprise flits across his face, then a scowl. Back here again. To petty bickering.]
What do you mean all me? You have as much to blame as me.
We were both so caught in the moment that it didn't feel wrong, and.... and besides... I know you enjoyed using that knife on me, hurting me.
[And in then, enjoy feeling the pain. They were both freaks.]
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She tries to stay quiet. She really does. Saying anything else is probably going to send them plunging off the cliff they're already clinging to. But this was going beyond petty. This, in her mind, was getting personal. ]
You don't know anything about me. Don't pretend like you do.
[ After growling out those denials, she looses a long, shaky breath. Good. She kept the worst of her rage under control. If he stops pressing the issue, she'll be fine. Don't make her have to confront these uncomfortable thoughts. Let her live in her delusion. Just shut up, Soundwave, and everything will be fine. ]
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His eyes narrow at her for a minute longer before turning his gaze away with a huff. Soundwave knows when to not make the situation any worse than it already was.
They should've just dropped talking about what transpired in the elevator.
So, he doesn't say anything more. He feels a.... Little bad? For angering her, but he won't apologies. After all, why apologize when he didn't even say anything wrong? ..... Maybe he will when his own mind calm down from this trainwreck of a friendship they have, but right now, he's too irritated and angry with her.
When she starts moving again, he'll follow quietly from behind. Not a word during the climb up the stairs or even when they reach her room. If she doesn't say, it'll be fine. Things will settle down]
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She continues up the stairs as if she's made of stone, rigid and unyielding. There's a constant expectation that he's not going to listen. It'd be a sad thing if he didn't, because then he'd really see the dark side of her that keeps slipping out. He'd see the person who'd turn and stare with a smile, eyes dead and unfeeling, then promptly shove him down the stairs. If he was grievously injured? Blame his lack of balance. Blame the stairs. She'd have nothing to do with an untimely death.
All remains relatively calm, however. It soothes the fire in her. Things always go much better when he's a good little robot for her.
By the time they reach her room, she's better. Somewhat. Still stiff and standoffish, but she's at least no longer radiating murderous energy. Wordlessly, she opens her door, unceremoniously entering without bothering to wait and see if he's following. Tossing off his jacket almost immediately follows as she strides onward. Anger has a way of destroying her shame, much like being in the throes of passion does. ]
I'm taking a shower. You can do whatever you want.
[ Without waiting for a response, she disappears into one of the bathrooms. Ah. Perhaps she's not as okay as she thought she was. Maybe the shower would rinse away the last of the anger? Who knows.
Maybe he can use the time when he's left to his own devices to decide if this trainwreck is worth the bother. ]
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At least he doesn't have to bother with a shower since he could just re-materialize the avatar.
After rmoving both her white dress and panties, both stained with his blood, is left folded neatly on a table. Soundwave glances at the bathroom door she entered, wondering if she's worth his time anymore.... She's such a trainwreck, irritating, and obnoxious, and he likes he--- No, she probably hates him for what happened at the staircase. If she didn't before, she probably does now. Who wouldn't? Nice job fucking up your only friendship in this place, Soundwave.
Maybe it's best he just leave. To further avoid a bigger mess. And so his holoavatar de-materialized into the aether, along with his jacket.
.......
.....
....
...
Why did he come back here? Why did he rematerializes his avatar in her room? Sitting on the bed while hugging his knees and his head resting on his knees? He's not even sure if he has an answer for that himself, but he is waiting for Monika. He even has a boxes of sweets and chocolate in front of him. His real body made a quick stop at a store and delivered them to her room. Though he's waiting outside in the lounge somewhere instead of inviting himself into her room.]
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For once in her sad, short life, shouldn't she try to hold on to a friend instead of seeing them as an obstacle?
So, when she steps out of the bathroom, hair and body wrapped up in towels, she freezes when she finds him there on her bed. She hasn't even noticed the treats. Only him. ]
You're a glutton for punishment.
[ Is she saying that to him, or is she saying it to herself? Still, she gradually heads over, perching herself precariously on the edge of the bed a few feet away from him. ]
I thought you'd be gone by now.
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Does he want that? No, he doesn't, of course. Despite everything, he still wants to hold onto this one thing he has, but losing it seems to be the most likely scenario.
Hearing the door click open, his head lifts up. He has his mask back on again, able to hide his emotions from her. Fully expecting Monika to raise her voice at him again and be hurt all inside, he steels himself. Ah, here it comes. Except... She doesn't. Instead, she makes a small remark. No yelling, or telling him to leave her sight.
Maybe he is just a glutton for punishment. Maybe they both are.]
It isn't as if I have anywhere else I want to be.
[Implying that this is the only place he wanted to be. Be close to Monika? ... Why would he, after everything? They aren't in the elevator anymore and the aphrodisiac is out of his system, but his mind is just as confused with himself as back then.
His eyes turn down to his treats, then back to Monika, pondering.]
Besides, I made a promise to you. [That's right. He made that promise, and... He'll just hold onto that promise as an excuse to be with her.]
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Well...mostly. There's always that stubborn part of her that will hold out and insist she can't take all the blame. It takes two to tango. Why should she have to deal with the burden of feeling bad?! He's the one who's wrong! Not her!
Then again, was the price of being right worth the burden of being alone?
The slight purse of her lips loosens as her eyes fall upon the treats at the same time. Her eyebrows rise, then her gaze with it, staring at the mask he's hiding his face behind. She wishes he wouldn't, but who can blame him, having to deal with someone like her? She'd hide away if she could, too. ]
You're way better with promises than I am. [ She laughs weakly, then sighs softly, hanging her head. ] I'm not even a good friend. Why do you even put up with me? You should want to be anywhere but here.
[ Look at that! She can be self-aware! ]
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But honestly, he's not looking to have another fight with her. Monika is willing to talk to him still, so he should try to repair the broken bridge between them.]
Because you are still my only friend.
[Just a friend? Maybe. But regardless of that, even with the mask on, he sounds earnest. Though he could make new friends outside of this room, if he makes an effort to meet people, Monika is still the first friend he made in the resort. That's indisputable. And despite everything, she's still someone he cares, a lot more than he realized or willing to admit.
His gaze dips back down to the treats, ponders for another second longer, then grabs a chocolate bar before moving to sit on the edge of the bed but still keeping a respectful distance away from her.
Staring straight ahead rather than at Monika, he holds the candy out to her, should she want to take it. After all, she hadn't had her breakfast yet.]
Perhaps I should, but this is where I wanted to be most. No, or rather.... I want to stay by your side. [Yeah, he knows it's weird especially after the fight, and he's a little confused himself, but that's what he feels strongest right now]
I admit... I was afraid you would rather not be friends with me any longer.
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The implications of this are almost terrifying.
She shoves the worry aside, instead focusing on the candy he's holding out. She stares at it, not moving to take it. Her stomach growls at the sight, but still, it's not what she wants. ]
I...thought about it. I figured it'd be easier. [ She almost didn't admit to it, but maybe it won't hurt to tell the truth for once. ] But, for the first time since I've gotten here, the whole time I've been with you, I realized...I haven't felt alone.
[ At last, she reaches out to take the candy. However, she drops it on the bed and takes his hand instead. Softly. Loosely. Just in case he wants to reject the contact. ]
You're the first real friend I've ever had. [ After scooting closer, she leans into his attempt to avoid looking at her, her head's towel tilting slightly from the weight of her hair, determined to gaze into his hidden eyes. ] My only friend.
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[He thought about it. Wouldn't it be much easier to avoid letting someone close to him? So that he wouldn't ever have to experience this hurt again, or the hurt of losing a friend.
In the end, it isn't worth living life alone, especially when he recognizes that he has someone he cares in this resort.
He tenses at the contact. Not because he's scared of her or anything, just that he wasn't expecting it at all. However, not wanting to send a wrong signal to Monika, he wraps his fingers around her hand and gives her a light, comforting squeeze. Still, Soundwave isn't sure he could meet her face so he keeps looking ahead... until Monika herself decides to be within his field of vision.
His head tilts towards her at least, the visor staring blankly back at her determined gaze.
.... If she's so determined to look into his eyes, then.... He reaches his free hand to his mask, two fingers under the mask, almost hesitant to pull it down, before finally committing to it. The visor is gone, and his crimson teary gaze meets with Monika's. The hurt and discomfort that painted his face during the entire wait is mostly gone now, replaced with one of appreciation, gratefulness, and even apologetic.]
Thank you. And... I am sorry, my friend.
[Silence lingers from him for a moment, content with just staring into Monika's eyes. .... No, he... Isn't content with just that.]
Can I... have a hug? [It's not a request he'd ever make. Honestly, it sounds pathetic the way he asked for it, how his cheeks immediately heats up and madly flushes red. But, he's determined to keep his gaze on her, even if every fiber of his being want to turn his head away from her.]
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He's such a grump...but he's sweet. He's so stubborn...but willing to be patient with her. He's not human...but why does that matter? He won't let her do everything she wants...but the constant battle against him has led to some growth and understanding. Everything she thinks she wants, he finds some way to prove she wants the opposite, simply by being him.
Some of the chill that'd settled on her dissipates when he squeezes her hand back, a chill that had nothing to do with wearing only towels. She sighs in relief. Their bridge was mending. Or so she hopes. ]
Mm. There you are. [ Her small smile is just as warm once he stops hiding behind his mask. ] Nice to see you again.
[ If his request is pathetic, oh well. That'd mean she was pathetic for wanting the same. The fact that he asked, though? It's something special. And it really means something, the way he keeps his eyes on hers, no matter how embarrassed he seems to look.
There's hardly any hesitation. She lightly tugs on his hand, pulling them together then wrapping her arms around him. As she squeezes him, a wall she's kept up creaks and cracks. Her eyes close as she fights for her barrier to remain in place. ]
I'll give you a hug later, too. [ The real him, she means. ] And I'm--I'm--
[ The wall crumbles a little more. ]
Thank you. A-And. I'm... [ Was that a sniffle? ] I'm sorry.
[ She could hardly get the apology out, barely above a whisper, but...she did it. She let a wall fall, just for him. ]
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A strong swirl of emotions burst inside him in the hug. But unlike in the elevator, it's... a lot clearer to him. Nothing but positive emotions. Happiness, joy, and love... Or at least, he recognizes it as platonic kind of love rather.
It.. isn't odd for him to feel this many emotions at once and feel them so strongly towards a friend. Normally, Soundwave would never show himself so vulnerable so often, and he wouldn't think that he would with someone he met for less than a day. But... here he is. Hugging Monika. Squeezing Monika. Holding Monika close. Part of it is that he's touch-starved, affection-starved, but it's undeniably nice, having someone you trusted and cared so much you could allow a moment of vulnerability. To not worry about anything and only think about the comfort of each other's presence and warmth.
Hell, he even looks forward to when she'll hug him, which had him chuckling lightly when she said it. Looking forward to a hug? It's unbecoming of him, but...
His own icy exterior melts away, just for her.
Her apology was barely above a whisper, but to Soundwave? He hears her loud and clear, but what is more important is that he can hear the sincerity in her voice. That is all that matters to him, and he doesn't need any more from her.
That said, the apology makes him shake slightly, holding himself back. As an empath, he can feel the emotions coming from her, but in a moment of vulnerability? He doesn't just feel them but is also affected by them. That, and the embrace makes him crumble. He's not a crier, but.... He finally lets a tear roll down his cheek, before he presses his face to rest on her shoulder. It's not a sad tear, but one of happiness instead.]
It's okay. [His own voice is a whisper. His hand moves in slow circles on her back in a comforting rub, and the the other hand moves up to pat the back of her head.] It's okay, Monika.
[Their bridge is mended. She can let it all out.]
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His words pull her further into turmoil. Where's his mask when she needs it? Anything to hide her face and recoil from the truth. ]
N-No. [ And she actually sounds a little scared. ] Don't say it's okay. You'll just--
[ Another sniffle sneaks out, and another. This level of caring about her well-being is too much. It wasn't something she was meant to have. Not from him, right? Right?
Monika trembles against him, clutching him tighter. She doesn't deserve this, but she wants it. ]
Please, don't look at m-me when I'm like this...
[ Don't see her being so vulnerable, and, unbeknownst to her, feel her being that way, which would only make her crumble further if she did know. Please, don't witness her being so obviously weak. ]
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Perhaps, without his empath powers, he would actually do as said and pulled back, but... This feeling of want from her is strong, and he too wants the same. It doesn't matter if she thinks she doesn't deserved it, because he believes otherwise. So he isn't letting go nor will he stop saying those caring words to her.]
It's okay, Monika. Do not worry.
[His embrace tightens, trying his best to not tremble himself but failing to do so. His hands rub and pat at her.]
I am... I am here for you.
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The dam breaks, and all her tears spill forth. More than remorse from how she'd treated him earlier, she's releasing everything that had built up inside of her since her awareness inexplicably sparked into life. Why hadn't she been able to have this from the start? Why did she have to suffer so much?
Why did she have to be alone... ]
Soundwave, please...
[ She pulls back to look at his face, then takes hold of his cheeks, staring into his eyes. She doesn't care how he looks, how she looks. Just as long as she can make the same plea he had earlier, directly from her heart, untainted by some obscene portrait. ]
Please don't leave me alone.
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He doesn't like to see someone alone. Now that it's someone he cares? It hurts him badly to see Monika like this. They both are lonely, both want a companion on their side, but.... Monika has it worse, he can tell. Living a life trapped in a video game all on her own? He can't imagine how horrifically lonely it must've been for her...
He feels so ashamed of himself to have her see him like this but the want and need to care for his friends overpowers any conception of how he should be perceived right now. Screw having to act dignify at this moment. Neither of them care about any of that or what faces they're making. And.... It wouldn't do good to hide his emotions from her.
Crimson eyes glow brighter from the sheer intensity of his emotions, compounded with Monika's own, but he doesn't take his eyes off hers. Soon, Soundwave does the same; he cups her wet cheeks and his thumbs makes the effort to wipe off any tears leaking out of her eyes.]
I won't, Monika.
[Then, he leans in to press his forehead against hers, and in a softer voice:]
I won't.
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This is how she feels when she thinks of the Player, the only person she was supposed to feel that way about. That's supposed to be impossible! But she got free. She ended up here. She's truly alive. If all that can happen...
Her fingers tremble against his cheeks, rubbing at the tears he's shed. Tears she didn't know he was capable of. The thought draws out a laugh that surprises her. So many impossible things, here in her arms. ]
I didn't know you could cry. Maybe there is a heart under all that ancient grump?
[ She moves in closer. Her lips brush his, just so. He's only a friend. She shouldn't, but-- ]
You promise, though, don't you?
[ She shakes her head, trying to deny herself one last time, denying his pull, but she only ends up rubbing her nose against his. There's another kiss, needier. ]
You'll stay with me. [ Her hold turns possessive. ] Only me...
[ Her mouth presses in and doesn't move away this time. No more denial. She wants what she wants. She takes what she wants. And right now? All she wants is him. ]
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What... What are you talking about? I do not... cry. It's just the avatar's-- When my emotions are flaring high--
[Saying that is just as equally embarrassing, though, wouldn't it? Though he can't move his head away, it's unsurprising that he's back to his tsundere-like response.
It's really his only response, even if he's smiling through it, not actually minding how pathetic he looks. Ah, it's rare of him to allow a smile like this spread on him. Only around his friends that he freely allows himself to smile, and Monika is a dear friend. How laughable. How weak he must've gotten that he quickly allowed this one human girl to be the most important and precious person in this resort-- no, in his second life, rather.
He quiets down, though, when Monika leans in closer, feeling her lips on his. His lips part open instinctively in a soundless surprise. No, they shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't they? He should back away, but... His lips tremble against hers and he finds himself rubbing his nose back on her]
I do. [He presses back in the kiss, unable to resist the pull either..] Just you, Monika. I only want to be by your side.
[For an entire week, as promised. Never separating himself from her. If there was anything wrong about her sudden possessiveness from her, he ignores it for the sole reason that... it's a nice feeling. Being wanted by someone. Being relied on. Sharing this intimate moment he probably won't allow himself with anyone else.
Her wants are his commands.
Whimpering slightly in the kiss, he presses back, and his hands move back down to her back, clutching onto her towel, pressing closer than before. Steadily, his own neediness grow, and Soundwave drops down on his back onto the mattress, pulling Monika along with him, then have her roll to lay down on top of him, all without breaking the kiss himself.]
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She's obviously not stopping, her thighs shifting to straddle his as she continues chasing his lips, hungrily tasting him, falling under his spell as she always seems to do. ]
Just me. Only me.
[ As if it needs to be said again, but she wanted to, and her fierce conviction in her desire to be the only person that matters comes through. It feels good, saying it. It's good, having that power. Besides, she's never as happy unless she has someone to obsess over. How convenient that someone fell right into her lap when she needed that the most.
She's not happy if she doesn't have someone to pick on, either, so of course she'll keep doing that. As she pulls back to remove the towel on her head, since it's getting annoying, she giggles softly while preparing to enjoy one of her favorite hobbies. ]
What's got you so emotional, hmm~? I wonder what people will say when I tell them you can actually cry. You're gonna lose all your cool alien street cred~
[ At last, she's smiling, too, deceptively angelic from the way the light overhead frames her. Her fingers stroke his cheeks, then slide over to brush across his lips. ]
I'm glad I could see under your mask. I like seeing you. Both of you. [ She's leaning back in, the towel around her body slipping undone, staring deep into his eyes. ] Keep showing all of you to me.
[ Just me, she says in her head, since her lips are on his again. Just Monika. Just Monika. Just Monika. ]
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Just them alone, allowing their own desires guide them.]
Nothing. [What lies. He's staring at the sole reason that causes his current emotional state] Heh, they wouldn't believe you, anyway. No one can imagine someone like me crying.
[Why, of course he's going to keep firing back, though he's no longer as irritated (still is slightly) by her picking on him.
What he's finding out that he enjoys with her so far is her fingers brushing along his lips. The feeling of her soft skin brushing against the avatar's lips, able to taste her with his tongue poking out, and, if she didn't pull the finger away, would suckle on it inside his mouth.
Her towel comes loose and her bare breasts are showing in full glory. Yet his eyes are more focused on her face, particularly her eyes, staring deep into each other. With the light shining behind her, it's as if she's an angel who came to him in his most vulnerable to keep him under her embrace and provide him the warmth he's been secretly searching for deep down.
Lost in each other's lips again, he kisses back just as fiercely, pressing as deep as he can possibly go.
Once the kiss ended, Soundwave breaths out a pleased sigh. He had calmed his cock down while climbing up the stairs, but with her straddling him once again, it's throbbing under the bodysuit, needy once more... Hm, maybe he should remove his clothes when Monika herself is fully naked. And so, he does that-- without the hassle of removing them, his clothes all disintegrate into pixels, leaving him as bare as Monika.
After all, she wants him to show all of him to her, right?]
Ah... But- [If they are really continuing down this path. If they are going beyond kissing--] My real body. I am still outside your room.
[What will it be? Will she let him suffer outside while they both enjoy each other like last night? Or invite him inside where he'll.... Probably deactivated, so he can fully focus on controlling over the avatar.]
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Monika lifts her head, licking her lips after a thin line of saliva breaks between them. He's so lovely like this, bared and vulnerable, only for her. And to think, she already feels comfortable enough to do the same for him, no outside interference necessary.
...Which means more jokes! ]
Oh? So, I should tell everyone you're a pervert on top of a crybaby! Creeping around, listening to people doing naughty things...how gross~
[ She knows how stupid that sounds, because, well. Obviously. She hopes she'll get a real laugh out of him. It'd be a nice bonus on top of the smile! However, some of his typical grumping will also be satisfactory.
Just like he's learning, she's noticing he's shown an interest in her fingers. As she admires him from above, one hand creeps back to his mouth, tugging at his lower lip with her thumb, soft bait dangling on a hook to lure his hungry tongue out. ]
Are you trying to join us this time? Make this a party of three?
[ God, what a weird thing to say when it's technically just him. It makes her laugh. ]
Go let yourself in. [ She slides off of him with one more fleeting kiss after pulling her hand away. ] I'll get all this stuff out of the way so you can make love to me.
[ Make love. Not fucking. They've done enough of the latter. She wants, and needs, something softer. Still being sore from his earlier pounding has nothing to do with it. Really!
Really. She wants intimacy, not lust. A moment to feel connected in a way that wasn't dictated by the House. To be with the real him, since he's seen a glimpse of the real her. ]
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[It's gross! Horrifying! She joked, but he's actually suffering this! He really had to shut his ears up (sometimes successful, sometimes not), or had to just really concentrate on something just so his ears aren't picking them up. But fortunately, he does have something, or rather someone, he could put his full focus on, tuned out every sound and noises outside of this room. Only Monika's sounds is all he's hearing.]
But thanks to you, I can ignore all those sounds. All I have to focus on is Monika's voice.
[Look at that, beneath all the grump, he does have nice and sweet things to say. And... Oh, her fingers are back. It's a successful bait, because he immediately has his tongue out to lick and lap her at thumb, twirling around it before pushing it past his lips to give her a couple of suckle, staring up at her with half-lidded eyes. She tastes so sweet. Alas, the good thing doesn't last long, but his avatar gives her a surprise look at her tease.]
I wasn't trying to suggest that... Or, you actually want us both active at the same time?
[Make love, huh. Briefly he wonders if that's alright when they're just friends, but... honestly, he would be lying to himself if it isn't something he wants, too, after everything. Just... something soft. Intimate. Be connected in a way that is nothing alike how they connected this morning. He's fine with it, even with his real self he can be gentle. After Monika slides of him, Soundwave chases after her lips for one more fleeting kiss, before he heads over to the door.
The avatar lets himself in. No dangling metal sausage, as his crotch plate is securely closed at the moment. No sign of any dirty glow on him either, because he cleaned himself of course. Can't go out of his room with gunk on him.
He had intended to just sit in the corner and deactivate himself, but.... Damn, why did she have to say making it a party of three. The real him sits on the bed while the avatar settles on one of his thighs]
Are you alright with this? [He asks, with his real voice rather than through the avatar.] I can just sit at the corner instead.
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Her teasing loses some of its edge, or plenty of it, since she's the one now getting flustered. That is to say, she can't tease anymore at all. Please don't use this knowledge for evil purposes. ]
I mean. Um. I figured it's what you were, er. Going for.
[ What else was she meant to think?! He sent her a video of him yanking his metal sausage! It's only fair for her to want to see it! This is all his fault for constantly teasing her with the idea of it!
By the time he returns, doubly so, she's done as promised and moved the towels elsewhere, as well as his gift haul, leaving only her naked self on the bed. Her legs are crossed, trying to hide her obvious arousal. Not so easy to hide? The way her eyes refuse to stop looking for where his giant metal sausage is. Does she have to wind him up and make it pop out like a jack-in-the-box?! ]
Mm? [ Oh, yes. Talking! She can remember how to do that, probably. ] Oh. Well, I mean...
[ Her gaze flickers back and forth between his avatar's face and his, hidden behind another mask. She fidgets with the sheets, thighs clenching harder. ]
I keep telling you. I always want to see the real you. Always. And...if I can be with you that way, too...
[ Her eyes focus on the face above, then she crawls across the bed, taking hold of his metal arm, resting her cheek against the smooth, warm surface. ]
Do whatever makes you comfortable, Soundwave. As long as it's with me.
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In any case, he's not sure what got Monika so flustered all of a sudden, head tilting to the side in confusion.
Don't think he doesn't notice her eyes looking down at his crotch. It makes his face flush a little, and somehow also sends a good tingle down to his crotch. Ah, is this... What he wanted as well? Despite all his worries and fears doing this with Monika. He wanted this, too? After a moment of deliberation, he decides to just... go for it. He's... curious. It felt extremely good whenever they do this with the avatar, so how much greater would it feel when it is his real body instead?
With a surrendering groan, he splays his metal legs before her while the avatar slides off his thigh and moves to occupies Monika's side instead, pressing his shoulder on her and resting his head on her. There we go. Monika sandwiched nicely between two different Soundwaves. One warm metal and one warm skin. The mask stays on during sex, though!]
I... Want to be with you that way, too.
[With that, he starts to unlock his panel locks. While Monika touching him could coax his metal sausage out, it's not necessary. A sigh releasing his tension also release the panel locks under his crotch, a couple of resounding *clicks* originating from under his crotch plate. The metal plating made up his crotch plate unlatches, slides and tucks to his side, revealing the smooth white surface area and what appears to be a closed cover. Monika only gets the briefest glance at the closed equipment cover before Soundwave's cord immediately pressurizing inside and the valve cover sliding away, leaking glowing pre out of it.
After that, a clearly phallic object pushes out- one Monika should recognized from that video -pushes out of the hole, plumped with arousal, red biolights shining through a new thick sheen of lubricant- he's self-lubricant, apparently! His blue and white cock looking alive for Monika to see.
What is a little different, and may be unexpected, is that his metal dong appears to be... soft? Despite being metal, it droops and appears half-erected, but even so still bigger than his avatar's.
Soundwave, though? He blushes blue where his cheeks would be on his faceplate, but keeps his visor on Monika.]
Is... This what you wanted? My... spike. [Spike. Cybertronian's slang for cock.]
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