[ Mordred was used to being summoned to unfamiliar places, but this was the first time she'd woken up naked in a random shower with the water running. weird. not the weirdest, but still pretty high up there even for her. maybe if she'd gotten black out drunk the night before she could understand it a bit better, but as it was Mordred felt painfully sober... and wet. soaked, more accurately, as she sat listless on the shower floor and water pounded mercilessly against the top of her skull. despite that her singular braincell was working real hard to try and piece together how she wound up there when someone opened the sliding glass door she was slumped against. the petite blonde spilled out of the shower with a high pitched yelp as her back made rough slippery contact with ice cold tiles.]

Shiiit-! [ hello??? good morning? where did this bitch even come from? ] Idiot, can't you see this tub's occupied!?

[ Steve really fucked up, if Mordred ever got her hands on him she'd beat his ass for sure. she couldn't sleep, so instead she busied herself imagining all the different ways she could probably definitely kill Steve as she lounged on her assigned cot in the main lobby. her internal murder monologue kept getting interrupted, though, every time the lobby ghost whispered something stupid in her ear. ]

Do you ever shut the hell up?

[ rolling over she glared daggers at whatever fellow newcomer had the great misfortune of being stuck on the cot beside hers. no one else around them was awake as far as she could tell, so they had to be the fucker rambling on about gastrointestinal issues, right? ]

[ no one told her this maze was fucking cursed. she'd tried and failed to find her way out for what felt like HOURS now. every time she thought she had the obnoxious rainbow pathways figured out she found herself back at the same damn fork marked by some dickless old statue.

even the so called "treasure" she'd managed to stumble upon along the way wasn't much of a consolation prize. dildos, lube, rocks??? why would she need any of that? the last chest didn't have ANYTHING inside- despite having lingering traces of something akin to magic. what she hadn't yet realized was that little 'tickle' she felt upon opening it was actually a curse of Horny Tongue, but she was about two seconds away from finding out. still crouched over the useless wooden box she lifted her head to glare menacingly from the shadowy dark corner. ]

Piss off before I fuck you. [ um. wait. that came out wrong- ]

【 2♤ 】Take on a submissive role and please another player, either sexually or non-sexually.

[ why this??? she's a king dammit (not really) and kings don't submit to anyone!!! but even more than that, kings were not BIG LOSERS and a preschool level insult was really all it took to get Mordred worked up enough to prove her stupid watch-thing wrong. she stomped her unhappy ass across the flower lawn, marched right up to the nearest available person and... dramatically dropped down on one knee. Mordred bowed her head, submissive in the only way she knew how, and forced herself to speak the words through pain filled groans and gritted teeth: ] W-Will you be my Mmmaaassstarrrrrrrgh??????!?!?!?!?

[ orangeberries, pearapples, peaplumtos, cheryuzus- you name it, Mordred ate it. so in no time at all she was FEELING EVERYTHING HAPPENING SO MUCH. it felt like the entire orchard was spinning, and really warm all of a sudden. like, ridiculously fucking hot. holy shit, was it on fire?!? ....nahhh, she'd totally know if the orchard were on fire... right? she started to strip off her tracksuit right there in the middle of the garden- she had to get out of those clothes!

she wandered around for a while in various stages of undress like a fruit gobbling hobo, flushed red from head to toe like a cherry ripe tomato when she grabbed onto someone in a desperate emotion-thick haze. notably, her grip had an absurd amount of strength for a tiny five foot nothing gremlin like herself. somehow she managed to sound terrified and elated all at once as shallow breaths practically steamed from her sticky sweet lips. ] HHHot! [ pls help, she's delulu on that fruit juju. ]

[ you'd think she would have learned her lesson from the fruit fiasco, but no, Mordred washed it all down with a big fat gulp of floral nectar. which explained why she'd scrambled around the whole damn resort in a manic driven frenzy. she downed every available bottle of water, juice, milk and every other liquid she could get her hands on. but none of it managed to soothe the scathing dry sahara that had completely overtaken her poor throat. eventually she collapsed in utter defeat beside a beat up vending machine, and judging by the piles of empty bottles that littered the floor surrounding her it wasn't hard to guess who was responsible for the damage. the power to the broken device flickered on and off as big neon letters flashed tauntingly: SOLD OUT.

so... who's gonna volunteer as tribute tell her she needed to give somebody head to quench her insatiable thirst? ]

[ oh hell no. she's not getting caught up in anymore sussy ass shit!!! Mordred was on a mission to stay clear of anyone who seemed even remotely affected by the hanahaki disease. there were soggy flower petals on nearly every surface in the resort and no where felt safe. she just wanted to relax in a space of her own away from everyone else but she couldn't because she didn't even have an assigned room! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT STEVE!!!

instead she's forced to just. deal with it. tip toeing over flower petals like hop scotch and aggressively shouting at anyone that ventured too close. ]

Don't you dare fuckin' come near me you sicko! [ physically. orgasmically. she wasn't taking any chances. ]