[ Someone’s brokeass.

Normally the slayer would be reluctant to engage with the resort’s games at all. However, the lack of funds has been a challenge; he had initially assumed he could live on the monthly stipend provided by the resort, but he’s since learned that it’s not easy if he wants to ever eat on a regular schedule. An insidious way to force the hands of those that don’t want to play the game.

Level one sounds like it’ll be easy. Something even he could do. Which is why he makes a selection, holding his breath until the task is sent to him.

The 1 of Diamonds challenge makes him choke on his own spit. Even in the weeks since he’s made some kind of peace with having to do what he must, his heart races and sweat drips down the curve of his spine. It’s too much to approach a stranger, so he will look for someone he knows to some degree — before approaching, swallowing thickly.

The 1 of Spades challenge is also troubling. He isn’t the type of person to steal. Immediately, he wants to quit this challenge—but the enticement of a small payout lingers with his bank account dangerously low. Maybe it’ll be fine if he returns the item once he’s given the pay? With that thought in mind, Genya scans the area, looking for a target that might not even notice if he picked something out of their pocket. ]

[ Genya has always been interested in plants. While his hobby is raising bonsai, the fact that the staff have managed to cultivate an altogether new breed of fruit is fascinating to him. They’re strange, and he observes each new one with genuine interest. Ultimately, he ends up peeling open the orangeberry to give it a curious taste; it is surprisingly good, a somewhat muted citrus with a hint of sweet.

What he doesn’t expect are the effects. Rookie mistake.

It starts with inspecting one of the peaplumto. The skin is fuzzy, an intense and interesting sensation brushing across his fingers. It almost makes him smile. Then, he runs his palms along the bark of the trees. And then rolls in the grass. It’s all so intense, every sensation overwhelming in a way that’s actually pleasant.

He goes too far riding this high. When walking to another area of the orchard, without thinking, he reaches out to touch a passing guest’s hair. ]

Oh, uh. [ he realizes how utterly strange this is after doing it; the teen yanks his hand back like he’s touched a hot oven, ] Sorry! It just looked soft—…

[ A battle is taking place at the back of the vegetable gardens.

The scene: a battalion of bunnies chomping on a small assortment of bonsai trees and watermelon as a young man tries desperately to hold them off, the lone soldier to defend against the onslaught. He catches a few in his hands and gently moves them away, but as soon as he does, those bunnies are replaced by other bunnies. His poor bonsai trees and watermelon crop are in shambles; despite this being a sinking ship of a situation, he preserveres, the constant flow of moving bunnies away only to be replaced by new hungry reinforcements.

Helpless, he looks around—Genya isn’t normally much of a guy to engage with others, especially for help, but desperate times. He might have a scary face but he would never harm innocent animals like these bunnies. They don’t know that they’re destroying his hard work and that bonsai trees aren’t meant as food. ]

Hey—hey, could you help? They’re going to eat everything at this rate…!

[ They won’t let him leave the clinic.

Surly and tired, Genya’s head sinks into the pillow of his patient bed. He’s been coughing up purple Iris petals for days and stubbornly refusing to do anything about it; while he is normally an excellent patient, being told that fucking is the only cure had spiked anger and resentment. What kind of bullshit is this?! His energy had been extremely high the first day of refusal. Now, the vines and roots have spread, and the amount of petals that come out of each cough are enough to make some nice bags of potpourri.

He had been lucky to have a room to himself since his roommate cured their disease and left. But now, the door opens with a new fellow patient: you. He will be quiet for a while until hoarsely asking, ]

How long’s it been for you?

[ Or, alternatively, it’s time for a checkup of this stubborn patient. Doctor or nurse, he will be polite but continue to be stubborn about getting treatment — perhaps he needs someone to smack some sense into him? ]