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TDM 03


【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】

DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?



The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.

FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR



【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."

SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS



The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"

PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE



👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.

PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. 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 April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
Felix Hugo Fraldarius | Fire Emblem: Three Hopes
[Waking up naked in an unfamiliar place is unsettling. It's clean and stylized and too colorful, something that would be a mark of some eccentric noble's taste where he's from. But what bothers him more than being clothesless is being swordless. When is the last time he’s been swordless? Even when he eats, sleeps, or bathes he tends to keep one or two within arm’s reach. Unfortunately the bathroom doesn’t have anything sharp or weapon-like he can take. Even with his skills he won’t be doing much harm with a toothbrush.]
[He sits perched naked on the edge of the bathtub as he reorients himself, rubbing his temples with his thumb and middle finger. The bathroom seems to be adjacent to someone’s quarters, which he can see through about an inch of opening. Empty? No, someone’s there, he didn’t hear them approaching and they’re already opening the door...]
Stop lurking like a rat and show yourself!
2. CLOUD DWELLING GARDEN - The Grand Flower Lawn
[A flower maze? What kind of maze doesn’t have solid walls? Surely anyone who gets frustrated can just barge through the blooming hedges as a shortcut.]
[Felix pushes through a large bush, only stalled by snags briefly on his clothes and long hair. He pays no attention to the mild scratches on his skin and the few twigs and petals stuck to him. He’ll be out of here soon anyway, just a few more walls of foliage to climb through. But what he doesn’t know is that one of the thin scratches on his neck is from a special blue rose thorn…]
[Within moments, he’s feeling horribly sluggish. He can barely keep his eyes open.]
Huh? ...I... can’t move... ugh...
[He staggers, then swoons and collapses face-down on top of a profusion of flowers, sending up a cloud of petals that settles over him.]
3. CONSERVATORY - The Butterfly Dome (NSFW?)
[He normally hates sweet flavors, going so far as to consider them vile. There is nothing at all about nectar that tempts him. So giving in to the strange urge to pluck one of those dewy blossoms and lick the nectar from it surprises even himself. It didn’t smell too bad, and it’s not that sugary anyway. Maybe it will give him a little energy at least.]
[Energy is not what follows. Later on he finds himself parched beyond relief. He must be sick, because water isn’t helping. There’s also a dose of pollen he inhaled, suffusing him with heat and leaving him hard and wanting, and altogether restless and unhappy. He sits down among some tulips with his legs crossed to rest for the moment. He sticks out his tongue and rubs at the dry surface with his thumb, wishing for relief.]
4. WILDCARD
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he gets up, cautious, and makes his way over. he prepares a barrier spell in case he needs to protect himself from an intruder.
but when he approaches the door, the so-called "intruder" seems just as alarmed as rei is. concluding this must be the workings of the resort, he sighs and opens the door, crossing his arms across his chest with a raised eyebrow.]
This is my suite, you know. You're the intruder, here.
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What did you do with my sword?
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[he grabs a nearby towel and tosses it at the intruder, just to preserve their modesty. he doesn't particularly care, but most people do care about showing up naked in front of someone they never met.
he taps something quick on his wristwatch, and it beeps and gets sent to felix's.]
There. I sent you a brief document explaining what happened to you.
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That makes no sense. I can kill people with magic too, swords are just better.
[He eyes the man skeptically. Document? Like, a letter?]
You didn't give me any-- nevermind, you said this was your place? I'll just leave.
[He stands, holding that towel on tight.]
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I know. But the higher ups would definitely frown upon it, so I wouldn't suggest killing anyone while you're here.
[a shrug.]
I see you're also from a place that lacks technology. I sent it here. Through your Watch. [he taps the one on his wrist.] But whatever, you can look at it on your own time. I'll escort you out, since my suite is a bit more complicate than the average room.
[there are elevators and shit...anyway he turns to guide felix out. but something he said intrigues him...]
You said you know magic?
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2! :O
And this maze was way more confusing and twisty than the other one. So he's a little turned around and maybe not paying as much attention as he should be when he turns a corner... and trips over a figure laying prone in the flowers.
He manages to catch himself with a curse before he goes face-first into the nearest flowery wall, but when he turns to glare at... whatever that was, he freezes at the sight of familiar dark hair.
No way. That had to be a coincidence.
He reaches out, suddenly hesitant as he shakes the prone form. Enough to roll him over onto his side and get a good look at his face. ]
Cethleann's tits. [ This warranted a much more vehement curse, clearly. And then he's scrambling to shake Felix harder to try and rouse him, unsure what's even going on. If that doesn't work, he'll give a sharp smack to one of his cheeks for good measure. ]
Felix? Felix!
Sylvaaaaaaain
he says this isn't his deathwish, he swears. okay maybe it is a little.
He's spent enough time helping out in the clinic over the past several days to put two and two together. There'd been more than a few senseless guests dragged in and deposited on the rare few empty beds. He just hoped this was one of the simpler cures and not something more... intimate. He doesn't think Felix would be so understanding.
He's actually not sure Felix will be understanding about even a simple cure, in fact. ]
Please don't stab me for this.
[ He mutters the words under his breath as he stares down into his best friend's lax features. He takes a deep breath, really hoping he's not about to spectacularly fuck everything up... and bends down to press his lips to the other man's lips.
Goddess, please let this work.
...And maybe let him live long enough to explain himself. ]
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Syl--
[His eyes are open and he gasps sharp against his lips, and he reaches a hand out to seize Sylvain's wrist. But he holds him still, caught in confused indecision between pushing and pulling, instead squeezing his wrist tight like a vice.]
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Sylvain stills at the fingers wrapped around his wrist, tensing for a moment as he braces for a more volatile reaction than that. When it doesn’t come, he pulls back just enough to give Felix a familiar, sheepish grin. Although his gaze is already scanning the other man’s face, trying to get a read on his expression.
Beyond shock, anyway. ]
Good morning, sleepyhead. Have a nice nap?
[ Yeah, that’s probably not clearing things up any… ]
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2 - sorry Lin's like this
[ When Felix comes to, he's propped up against a tree. The scratches he's sustained in his valiant 'fight' with the maze have vanished, as has any impact that the fall may have had on his body. There is even a small cup of water next to him. Linhardt is sitting nearby, having glanced over from where he is sitting between naps and is scribbling intensely into many different notebooks. ]
Or perhaps something about the cold saps you of a survival instinct.
[ He looks over at Felix, finally giving him his full attention, tilting his head and considering. It's probably best not to tell him how Linhardt woke him up.
Even if his reaction might be amusing. ]
I'd expect you to be attached to Gautier's side.
[ Dimitri's childhood friends had always struck Linhardt as being oddly codependent. (Never mind that he's the same way with Caspar. It's different.) ]
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[He brings a hand to his head, feeling sluggish, like he just woke from an especially deep sleep. The presence of Linhardt doesn't seem like a surprise to him-- Felix doesn't know him well, but they recruited him near the end of the war. Even if he looks... different somehow.]
Are you suggesting I did this to myself? Something knocked me out. And I'm not "attached" to anyone.
[Never mind that he even calls himself someone's "right hand". He huffs and pulls a couple flower petals out of his hair.]
I love Hopes <3
[ So yes. Linhardt is suggesting that Felix did this to himself. If Fraldarius doesn't want to be seen as stupid, then he shouldn't act in a stupid manner. ]
I was also assuming that you, like most people, would seek out the familiar in a distressing and unknown situation. Sylvain is the person here that you like the most. Assuming you actually like anyone - that was never clear to me.
[ He doesn't care whether Felix likes anyone or not. Linhardt doesn't know that much about Fraldarius: some information about his family from the archives as Linhardt pulled information about their Crest, his constant presence in the training yard when they were being educated (and his displeasure at Caspar's very...loud approach to his own training), and that Felix is the only other person Linhardt is aware of who shares his disdain for everybody's stupidity.
Hence why he's chiding the other man: He is supposed to be one of the less stupid ones. ]
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[He gives Linhardt a moody look, but then glances away. Linhardt's attitude is bristling him, but he recognizes the logic.]
So, I owe you thanks for reviving me. Thank you. I assume that was you who did. Are you going to tell me what got me?
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[ If Felix expects some sort of concession, he's talking to the wrong person - Linhardt meets the moody look with an unflinching gaze, only raising an eyebrow.
At the same time, Felix understands the purpose behind Linhardt's scolding and has accepted his error, so there is little reason to hammer the point home. Linhardt's main interest is in making sure that more work isn't made for him - how Felix feels isn't relevant. ]
You're welcome. Yes, that was me.
[ His tone is slightly more clipped than it would usually be, but otherwise there's no hint that Linhardt is feeling anything about the situation. In response to Felix's last question, Linhardt produces a small bottle from one of his pockets, full of the enchanted thorns. ]
This. It creates a form of magical slumber that requires personal contact to break.
[ Linhardt is capable of euphemisms when the alternative is getting stabbed. Is Felix armed? Linhardt doesn't know.]
If you want to maintain your boundaries, I strongly recommend paying stronger attention to your surroundings.
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or he was, until he catches sight of something out of place among the tulips, a shift of colour that's more telling of human than plant. snapping his book closed, he slips it into his belt pocket and speeds his steps toward him.]
Ah—I doubt this is a good place to settle. If you're feeling tired, I can take you to the Broken Wing.
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I'm not tired.
[He winces at the sound of his own voice, terribly raspy from a dry throat. But he takes the warning seriously and stands up, grimacing at the malaise of uncomfortable arousal and dehydration headache.]
But fine. How do I get out of here?
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[the stranger is absolutely still smiling warmly, completely unbothered by any sense of dismissal or... anything else contained in that tone. Olivine is a lot more worried about the rasp, in concert with the way Felix winces, that concern bleeding into his expression as the other man stands. he's not much shorter than the priest, who does incline his head toward the way he'd come.]
The exit is this way. You sound... quite parched. Would you like to stop somewhere for a drink? Birdbucks isn't too far from here, either.
[he hasn't had the misfortune of drinking any of the nectar yet, so he also hasn't registered the possibility of this man having other issues... soon enough, no doubt. first things first though: getting out of the sex pollen conservatory.]
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I don't want anything to drink. I had enough water already. I suppose I'm just getting sick with something.
[He rubs at his throat and looks over at the other man. His whole demeanor somewhat reminds him of one or two people... it feels fine to keep following him, for now.]
Why are you trying to be so helpful?
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[which... is concerning. it brings him to something from a time before, but for now he leaves it be.
that question, though, earns his gaze, head tilting as he offers a small smile. better to focus there, for now.]
I'm not trying to be anything. Being helpful is in my nature.
[hands lace together in front of him.]
I'm Olivine, by the way.
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arrival !!! i can never resist this grumpy binch....
The woman pokes her head around the corner, wearing bunny-print pyjamas (the least threatening print possible.) She seems unfazed by his nudity, now that she is used to this place and its shenanigans. ]
Hold on, you want me to show myself?! This is my own bathroom, punk! Who do you think you are?!
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Your bathroom? I didn't break in if that's what you're suggesting.
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[ She's not convinced. She crosses her arms. ]
Then how did you get in here?
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[He scoffs and starts covering himself with the shower curtain.]
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