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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.
Sherwood | Original Character
i. Damnit, Steve.
My, my... what bother. [A calm and all together polite response to being swept away to another world. Sherwood awakes in an unfamiliar bathtub or shower floor. He feels at his naked midsection a moment, checking to make sure his organs are all there. Without any of those missing, he wonders what the reason for all this is. While he's unphased by his own sudden nudity, Sherwood gives a beleaguered sigh at his bare hands. No gloves... how crude.
He has a gentlemanly tone to call out from where he's sat, curious if there is anybody beyond the bathroom door,]
Anybody there? I do apologies for trespassing while indecent. [Are there towels nearby? He'll hoist himself up with a tired grunt and sore groan... Sherwood's instinct is to grab something to cover his hands first and foremost.]
ii. Hanahaki Curiosity
[Sherwood has always been a jack-of-all-trades sort of man, he could bluff his way through just about anything. Playing at doctor is something he'd done often enough back home that he was well enough equipped for this scenario.
Healing magic is at his disposal, he just doesn't specialize in it. He did better with the part after the body was cold. Standing before someone hacking up flowers, he does the very helpful gesture of offering them a small trashbin to do that into. Sherwood spares a comforting, understanding tone,]
I've known a few Druids who caught this fever, [he presumes it is the same one, hacking up flowers is a fairly novel ailment. A gloved finger tips his glasses further up his nose,] a symptom of reckless promiscuity, I always suggested. Not that I am judging you.
[he might be judging,]
iii. Doctor's Orders
Now, now, I've been told to not let those afflicted go free. [Sherwood is halting someone attempting to stagger their way out of the clinic. He's rail thin, but lean with muscle. Certainly more fit than his age would suggest. He scarcely fills a doorway wide, but he is tall at around 6'2". A cloth gloved hand reaches to the patient to give them a firm grip on the shoulder. Not forceful, he leans in with a conspiratorial edge to his voice,]
Is there a good reason you wish to leave? Perhaps we can make a deal of it, just between us.
iv. Wildcard!
[If you'd like a special prompt with him or mix-match elements of the above, please reach out via PM! Any other concerns or questions could be directed towards me that way. I'm
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So he approaches his bathroom with a knife in hand, kept low but at the ready. He opens the door, and...
At least he's polite, even if he's naked and in Akechi's room. Akechi stands at the doorway, glaring but making no move.]
Get the hell out of my bathroom. And cover yourself up.
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A young man enters holding a knife and while Sherwood's large, grey eyes round he does not sounds the least bit panicked. He returns to sitting in the water, having not spotted where any towels were in the low light of the onsen.
In a dignified tone, he answers after clearing his throat,]
Young sir, I don't wish to inconvenience you, [Sherwood's hands remain dipped beneath the water, the older man relaxing back again, not wanting to make a threatening presence of himself. That would make for terrible manners, even for a trespasser like himself!]
But my eyesight is quite poor. Have you any robes I could borrow-? Or gloves to wear? So I might comply to your wishes, of course.
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So Akechi grumbles and returns to the hall, fetching a bathrobe which he tosses to the floor for Sherwood to fetch. He still watches closely.]
...Why do you need gloves?
[He says, wearing his own.]
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Why, I must admit a Druid's hands are dangerous things. Best to cover them up, as one might sheath a trusty sword- or a knife. As it were.
[The fact Akechi has his own gloves on doesn't escape Sherwood's notice, his eyesight growing poorer the closer than young man gets. The man is farsighted in ways both literal and figurative.]
You wear them yourself, young sir, might I ask your own reason?
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He's mildly surprised to find that the guest--doctor?--barring his exit is a man who appears several decades his senior. Though only in his mid-thirties, Caleb often feels like an old man, but never more so than in these last few months among a crowd that seems to skew decidedly younger, many of the people he's slept with included. He might find the novelty of this man's visible age refreshing if he wasn't so eager to leave. Medical settings are neither here nor there, but the prevalence of medical instruments unsettles him more than a little. ]
I see no reason to stay when-- [ Feeling a telltale flutter in his throat, he ducks his head down just in time to cough up several star-shaped white flowers whole. Apple blossoms again. His accented voice already skews soft and raspy, but all the coughing and friction on his throat has made it quieter and rougher still. ] --when I can be cured just as effectively elsewhere.
[ They're fairly similar in build at first glance, though Caleb is a few inches shorter. But he isn't physically strong even on a good day, and in his current state there is no hope at all of him shouldering his way past. There is always magic, of course, but he would really prefer to avoid making a scene. His brow furrows. ]
What is it you want?
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Seeing Caleb is likely a man only half his age is rather funny to find unique as Sherwood does.]
Why, I want what all men do, [Sherwood's grip squeezes and loosens back up on that shoulder, a gesture of camraderie. He pushes his other forward to share a firm handshake, if Caleb will take him up on it. Thattaboy.]
To help those in need. [This is his play, one of good grace and generosity given... because that is the easiest thing to leverage when it matters. People will always remember a favor given with a demand for nothing in return... at least, the loyal ones will.
Sherwood likes to align himself with the loyal ones. He considers this a test,]
Sherwood of the Unque- [he stops his introduction, gives a huff of a laugh at himself, before correcting casually,] Of the Springtide Clan.
And yourself, old boy?
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In Caleb's experience, those who lead with a proclamation of virtue are often veiling more sinister intent. But he is also aware that his experience often lends itself to paranoia, so while wariness is his default, he also tries to keep an open mind. Sherwood's slip of the tongue does catch his notice, but doesn't tell him much. Too many possible reasons to go making assumptions just yet. ]
Caleb Widogast.
[ As usual, that is all he offers. Lightheaded, it takes him a moment longer to collect his thoughts than it normally would. He's good at playing the polite young man when he needs to, and that seems like the best way to feel out what he can expect here. Sherwood mentioned a deal, and those always go both ways. ]
Your help is appreciated, Herr Sherwood, but I am not so sure what you mean to do for me. Am I being kept here for my own sake?
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A pleasure, Sir Widogast. Or Caleb? Should you prefer such informality. [Sherwood does not let their hands go, leaned in close to speak nearer Caleb's ear. They are discussing something of an escape, after all. Best to talk close and quiet.]
Your sake as much as those beyond these walls. It is unclear how this troublesome affliction spreads... if you're helped before leaving, there is no such fret. [which is why he shouldn't leave, buuuut-]
You say you can be cured just as easily elsewhere, but do you have such a partnership secured for yourself?
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ii.
Vash straightens up and whips his head over to look at Sherwood, his expression a mix between offended, aggrieved and embarrassed. ]
W— Haha!! No no. You've got the wrong Idea! [ He's still got a grip on the trash can but his prosthetic hand is waving about in front of him like he's trying to wipe away the misunderstanding. He wheezes a little and then slumps forward again with a grimace. ]
Definitely not that.
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With a wiggle of cloth gloved fingers, Sherwood reaches right into that bucket and... plucks out on of the something flowers. How interesting, indeed! Like a starry night sky, if somewhat gooey from bodily fluids. He's entirely unbothered, morbidly fascinated, even.]
I've seen many the flower and plant sprout from a Druid, but nothing like this. Are you familiar with it?
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It feels familiar but maybe that's because they're coming out of my mouth. [ He laughs, the sound a little weak. He's kind of resigned to the reality of whatever this is. He holds the bucket out again, so that the soggy (ew?) flower can be tossed back in. He's pretty sure you don't wanna keep that, Sherwood.
...just as quick as he's offered it though he's dropping it in favor of covering his mouth as another coughing fit ricochets through his chest. Yeah, he's pretty sure he hates this. ]
Sorry. [ He manages, again, after a moment. ]
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He is, in fact, keeping them. Sherwood is curious to see if he can revive them and propagate more for personal study. That is his true expertise, being a healer is just something he stumbled into.
The flowers are set aside on a medical tray to dry out and fully die off. Can't resurrect something if it isn't actually dead yet, after all.]
No need for apologies when you are ill, what a rotten state to be in. Are you usually quite healthy and spry?
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It's difficult having such a keen sense of smell at times, especially in this time of year. In some ways, it left her feeling jealous, or something else. Nothing logical, of course. Unless you counted biological; in which case, there was all too much of it. It's almost kept her with a healthy flush along her face the entirety of volunteering.
Then there was a tickle. After trying her best to keep the productive coughs subtle, the young (appearing) woman made move to leave, getting past one area and so close before getting caught.
Looking up at the man, half a foot taller than her, it was easy to see the way the pupils in her silver eyes dilated before quickly looking over to the gloved hand on her shoulder. ]
I'm not-
[ There was no use arguing that she wasn't afflicted, not even thinking to before having to turn her head to cough out a single pale pink petal. Which was good, in that it had yet to get extreme. While initially getting ready to argue that they weren't about to make any deals, the cough completely ruined the stance she was about to take. How embarrassing, to be one of the volunteer doctors and one of the afflicted. ]
I'm not sure what sort of deal you're thinking of. However, there is a good reason...
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Steady there, lass. You've seen firsthand how miserable this affliction is to endure. [Sherwood has definitely noticed them around the clinic, while they have only passed by one another and this is their first direct interaction, she caught his attention.
There is just something about her, a unique sense that tickles the branching antlers on his temple. His specialty is magic that binds to the soul, it echoes off of them in an... interesting way. Unfamiliar magic, and therefore, a curiosity to Sherwood.]
What could make for a good reason?
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[ An admission said only loud enough for the older appearing gentleman to hear. Well, aside from anyone that may have as high a sense of hearing as she did smell. Her ocular focus is towards the hand, concentrating on the motion of the thumb, knowing exactly the intentions behind it all. ]
There- [ She paused in trying to think of the most normal way to describe things. In the end, she opted for making it sound more clinical without further explanations. ] -may be an increased risk for the condition reoccurring for me. Especially now that there's an official treatment announced.
[ Even now, she was at odds on how much needed to be shared, and if she could make it sound normal enough. ]
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Sherwood cannot help but think this is something similar, which is why the cure being the same as the cause is so strange to him in particular.]
What a shame, to suffer this time and time over. A recurring case is not something you should be bringing out into the wider resort environment, now is it?
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It's only at the last second that he catches himself with a startled yelp -- which transitions into a series of wet coughs. At least Fuuta's wearing a medical mask, and he ducks his head into the crook of his elbow until the coughing fit subsides, before looking grudgingly up at Sherwood. ]
I already got the diagnosis, alright? [ His gaze flickers down, towards the hand clasped on his shoulder, then nervously back up. Why is this guy so huge. ] I get it. I'll go ... deal with it. [ He will not, he's definitely going to procrastinate. ] Just don't see the point of keeping me stuck here when you guys are obviously overcrowded.
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[Sherwood's hand moves from Fuuta's shoulder to his forehead, gloved fingers carding through his bangs to push them aside. With a flick of a gloved hand, he presses the underside of his wrist to the young man's forehead, feeling his temperature that way, rather than removing his gloves to do so with his palm. He hums, thoughtfully,]
Do you feel feverish or quite well?
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[ He hadn't be expecting that shift of Sherwood's hand, and Fuuta gives a startled little squeak when there are fingers suddenly carding through his hair. It catches him just off-guard enough that he's frozen for a moment, staring wide-eyed and red-faced, but he swats that hand away in obviously flustered fashion. ]
I'm fine! [ He's not. He's definitely running a slight fever, and there's a gravely edge to his voice from the flower petals still lurking in his lugs. ] I'm fine. And it's ... illegal to keep patients against their will, you know. You can't call yourself a doctor if you don't even know that!
[ He is absolutely just pulling this bullshit out of his ass. ]
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Perhaps that is true where you are from, but not here. I've been given clear directions and it would be irresponsible to set you free. [the hand that Fuuta bat away from his forehead just dips beneath the young man's chin and tickles clothed fingertips along his throat. If he was holding back the urge to cough, that's probably going to jolt the impulse from him,]
I suppose I could be convinced to make accommodations... if you have proof of someone ready and waiting to treat you, and promptly upon your leave.
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[And here he's got some old guy he doesn't recognize metaphorically patting his back.]
Good. [he hacks a cough and then blows a few spittle-laden petals into the air. They barely catch any air before falling pitifully onto his pant legs.]
I'll take reckless, I'll take promiscuous, but I ain't mixing them.
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[Yeah, he's just presumed that's what Aak is. He has all the features of one! Small, fuzzy, and with a dark coloration.
The grouchy sass is also pretty common for their kind, in Sherwood's experience.]
What vampire are you bound to? Couldn't be Vaughan, I would smell him on you.
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Midnight's just a loud coworker. [outing a vampire, although, it's not as if he was super secretive about it]
So, no binding to no vampire as of yet, gramps.
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Perhaps you're from another time or place than I am, kitten.
[if he's getting stuck with gramps, Aak is getting stuck with kitten. Two can play at that game.]
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