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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.
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[ And normally, she wouldn't care, as selfish as she is. Some of the lower-ranked guests have wormed their way into her heart, however, and earned enough of her sympathy for her to care. One she's thinking of in particular has something like guilt eating away at her for a moment, but she pushes it away. ]
I'm just saying. If you do get to stay, and they give you a low rank and stick you down in the lower areas, I... [ She sighs. ] I couldn't let you live like that. I'd let you stay with me as much as you needed to. Okay?
[ Yeah, yeah. He's usually content with being surrounded by cars, but still. He deserves normalcy, or something like it, after giving her so much happiness. She'd make sure he could keep doing that.
At his question, power imbalances become less of a focus in her mind. Her head tilts. ]
Oh, um. I dunno. I usually don't make my way there from here. [ With a little "hmm," she brings up the map on her Watch. ] Maybe, like...five minutes that way?
[ She points. Look at all those people, made especially worse because of the Steve situation! Can he make his way through the gauntlet? Will the princess be made to walk? Time to find out! ]
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He's never one to to treat others like lesser, preferring to treat everyone equally regardless of status or form. Regardless of which rank he may get, if he stays, he'll just be the same person as he was. With the difference being awealthy accommodation, or a poorer accommodation.
His head tilts to where Monika points the direction of the bath house. Five minutes of walking through the gauntlet of stares while carrying Monika? He can do this. And so, he begins to walk towards the direction she pointed at.
At the same time, he takes a moment to ponder over what Monika just offered.]
Thank you, Monika. I do not care for luxury, but... I do like to stay with a friend.
[The rank- if he gets a lower one -may serve as a good excuse for him, but he does like to stay with Monika regardless of what his rank would be. It beats being alone, after all.
And... Talking to Monika at least helps to distract him from the stares.]
I will offer the same to you... If I received a higher rank than you, you are free to stay in my space. I'd rather share what wealth I may received.
[Besides, it's not like he even knows what to do with wealth and having a luxurious life. Assuming he'll even get those.]
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[ A girl has needs! Needs that require sugar and caffeine! ]
I'd like it, too, whichever way it ended up. [ She smiles, giving his faceplate a soft, affectionate nudge. ] I get to be with you, and...
[ Not be so alone. Er, no, she probably shouldn't say that. How to word it in a way that doesn't make her look so pathetic...? ]
You know, company's nice! And it's not like you'd need food, so...I could probably eat up what they gave you, if they don't know any better! Ahaha!
[ Giving the finger to oppression, one meal at a time! ]
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[Hell, he isn't immune to taking free stuff. Though if he ever received anything free, he may just share them amongst his friend, or... well, friend at the moment.
If Soundwave notices the pause from Monika, he doesn't say it. And... Yeah, company's nice. He agrees with that. Friendship superior! He really struggles with hiding the fact that's he's terribly lonely here, but... he's glad that he's with someone who understands. Of course, he shouldn't be saying things like that, either, because he doesn't make to himself look pathetic.]
If I do end up receiving free food, you will be the first person I sent them to.
[Special privileges when you're his friends, apparently.
All this talk really did help with ignoring the looks they're receiving, and sooner than he realizes, he's already standing outside of the bath house.]
Shall I set you down... Lord Monika?
[Oh, he didn't forget about that.]
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[ She's...trying? Being nice on purpose without trying to benefit herself is a process. Then again, almost every nice thing she does has an ulterior motive, anyway.
Again, it's a process. ]
Nothing's gonna beat a special meal from you, though! I can't wait to eat, um. The things you eat!
[ What does he eat? Does she want to know?
Not that it matters. He's being a jerk again. Her lips thin into a long line. There goes her good will for a while! ]
Sure. You can set me down. [ Then, as she smirks and locks eyes with his visor, she raises her voice enough that a passerby entering the bath house can clearly hear her. ] I'm know you're sooo eager to touch my boobs again, Soundy~wavey~poo~
[ There. Now he can see how much worse she could make his dumbest nickname ever. ]
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What do you mean special meal? [He's never made any meals, huh.] I am fairly certain you eating the things I eat will melt your insides, also.
[No, he's not kidding. She will die. So, no, he's not sharing the things he eats.
He smirks down at her once more. Alas, once again his smirk does not last very long, because Monika just has the ammo to make his own teases stop. Oh my Primus. How in the world did she make the already terribly dumb nickname dumber? Here comes a big metal hand to cover her mouth. Any unfortunate passerby who heard her and looked at their directions gets a glare from Soundwave and a "You've heard nothing," with not so vaguely threatening tone in his voice. Lest they're smart enough to not comment and be on their way.
Back to Monika, he whispers in annoyance at her.]
Shut it. I am not that eager.
[Which means he is a bit eager to touch them? Erm.... His vents huff.]
Let's get into the bath. [He'll just take her hand in his and lead her into the bath house. This brat!]
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She hums as she's led along, walking hand in hand with her bestest of friends. Nothing to see here, folks. Just a normal conversation about melting and boobies between a giant mech and the (vague) human who has to occasionally push up on her tiptoes to keep a hold on his hand.
But of course she's not done. That long silence of hers has probably made it obvious more nonsense is coming his way. And so, very loudly, she proclaims: ]
You weren't worried about melting my insides when you made love to me last night~
[ She even said "made love," just as he likes it! Also, ignore the fact that this happened way longer than one night ago, but the joke wouldn't work as well for the audience she's entertaining. There's an art to vulgarity, you see. ]
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Must you speak so loud? People are going to think we are a... a couple if you say it like that.
[Yeah, he prefers "made love" over they fucked. Yes, it does make it sound like their friendship feel special, but people will get the wrong idea about them if she used that publicly. And he can't even use the excuse their just roleplaying as spouses, because it's no longer that theme anymore!]
I was in the heat of a moment. No thanks to your encouraging... And it was nearly a week ago in my perspective.
[Ah yes, the last part is important enough to correct her on. That said, with her bringing their lovemaking again, he can't help but wonder how her organs must be doing. She had seem alright after the experience and during the short time they hung out together. Still, he can't help but make a remark about it now.]
.... I am surprised your insides aren't melted off after that long ago. Are your... Insides alright? Physically, I mean?
[Strange thing to ask, he's aware, but it's a legitimate concern, okay! Damn it, he's really not helping his case in this totally normal conversation they're having.]
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Don't say things like that!
[ What if the Player is around and hears somehow?! She can't explain that away! Then they'll get really jealous of how much better mech dick was in comparison to a human's and--!
Okay, no. The couple thing! Focusing on the couple thing! ]
We're not a couple! [ Then, louder for all the people around them who totally don't care: ] We are not a couple! It was the heat of the moment!
[ There. Conscience cleared, and the ever-elusive (sort of) Player can't believe she's been sleeping around. Much. ]
I'm fine! Everything, er...went back to where it belonged. [ God, what a weird conversation. Groaning, she drops his hand to go gather up some cleaning supplies for herself. He's on his own with figuring out what he'll need. Windex, maybe? ] But you're definitely not...claiming me like that again!
[ Seriously. She should not be vaguely glowing in parts that don't need to glow for so long! With a grimace, she returns to his side. ]
This place is weird. I'm not going to question it. I mean, I spent a whole week acting like a wolf last month! Do you think I want to figure out why you were able to do any of what you did? No thanks!
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He'll gather his own supplies when Monika does so... Only to realize that his options are rather limited, here. Whatever, he'll just take something soapy, it'll be good enough for now. Should've made a slight detour to get some cleaning supplies for himself instead of expecting the bath house have everything he needed to clean an alien mech.
You know what, while he has the ball in his hand, he's just going to take this victory and not make it worse. Except a certain part of what Monika said makes him wonder out load.]
Definitely not? So, it was an one and done experience then?
[Does he sound... disappointed? Upset? Perish the thought! It's probably for the best that they don't make it a regular thing for him to make love to her in that way. Right? He's glad that she's okay, somehow, but maybe that shouldn't lead to thoughts that they could do it again with his real body. Oh Primus, this place is making him weird to think of stuff like that.
Right, he can just focus on the other things she just said.]
A wolf...? Somehow, a wolf seems fitting for you.
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Anyway! She huffs...and sulks as she leads them to one of the bathing areas she knows will be large enough for him. It sucks, being outdone. Why can't she always be the winner?! ]
I dunno...it'd take a lot of work for me to prepare to be unconscious for hours again because. You. Well, whatever! There are other ways to make love!
[ He doesn't need to know he was that good! Now she's grumbling in a growly sort of way, very much lending credence to his assertion that being a wolf was fitting. Don't think it's because she feels bad for noting that disappointment from him, either. Anyone would grumble at a time like this! ]
I'm not a wolf, either! If anything, I should've been a cat! [ She pouts harder once they're near the bath's edge, pulling at her robe to get it open. ] Cats are way nicer...and cuter...
[ Monika Logic™, back at it again! ]
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Other ways to make love, huh. That flips his disappointment to mild acceptance. If he read her mind, he'll be inwardly happy knowing that he was that good. Alas, he has morals and principals and won't misused his telepathy. Ultimately, he does think it's for the best that they should... planned ahead for that next time and when Monika is prepared for it. Probably also freed up her schedule for hours? It was a bit worrying she passed out for hours, honestly.]
Wolf can be as cute as a cat.
[His way of saying she's cute no matter what animal she is. Anyway! He'll enter the water first before Monika, setting his supplies on the edge, vents sighing a low hiss. Aaah, it's actually comfortable being in water.]
I am glad I missed out on that strange event, though. I am not sure what animal I would want to be.
[Probably a cat, too, honestly. A grumpy ancient cat.]
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I wasn't a very cute wolf. Trust me.
[ She appreciates the effort to be nice, but ugh. As she pulls off her nightgown and underwear, her eyes following the movement of her fingertips. Claws had been there. She'd done some awful things with those, enough that sometimes she has to remind herself they're gone now.
Monika pulls her hair over her shoulder, glancing back at him as she reveals something that hadn't been there when they were last together. The "tattoo's" thankfully nowhere near as dark as it'd gotten during that week. ]
There wasn't a choice in what animal you got to be. It was based on suits. [ She nods at her back, then turns and grabs her toiletries. ] Mine was wolves. Clubs were cats. Hearts were foxes, and Diamonds...
[ She sighs, setting her things next to his after joining him in the water. ]
They were rabbits. They had it the worst. Think of the most messed-up hunt ever, and that was how the entire week was. I hope nothing like that happens again. I was someone I'm not supposed to be.
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His optics follows her eyes to her hand. Monika doesn't recount what she herself did during the event and she doesn't need to. He can infer enough from the movement of her fingertips, the tone in her voice... his own experience with her in the elevator. A glimpse of her dark side. They weren't themselves during that moment, and it seems that a somewhat similar event transpired again during his absent.
He can only imagined what the rabbits had went through... Part of him is glad that he was missing out on that event, but a part of him is angry that he wasn't there for Monika either during or after.
His optics then fall to her back when she brings attention to it. ... They even have the suit branded on her skin, which angers him a little bit. But he quickly quells that anger down. It's not the point right now.]
Do not blame yourself. It was this resort that made you that way.
[Subconsciously, his hand moves to take hers, gently wrapping his fingers around her hand, to provide her a bit of comfort he can give.]
I hope nothing like it occurs again. I apologize for bringing up terrible memories.
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[ She'd have easily fallen into a pit of woe, especially after having to admit to him she was once again an awful person...but the touch of his hand brings her back from the brink. Her head comes up, a few emotions flitting over her face as she looks at him. ]
You don't have to apologize. And, well. [ She shrugs a shoulder and lets out a small laugh. ] It wasn't all bad. It helped me meet some new friends, weirdly enough.
[ The sexiest trauma bonding? Who knows. She works to shove those thoughts away, and very consciously uses his hand to help her shift to his side. Her sigh is contented as she leans against him, placing her other hand on top of his. ]
I guess I have to admit it would've been hilarious to see you with kitty ears and a fluffy tail. Then I could've called you Soundmeowave!
[ Just when you thought she couldn't make worse nicknames! ]
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[And then she just had to ruin things with yet another silly nickname. How many does she have at this point? How many more variants of his name can this silly girl come up with?
That gets an annoyed poke at her cheek.]
How do you come up with these terrible names...?
[Maybe he's just a boring and non-creative mech. Maybe that's why he's yet to come up with a single embarrassing nickname for Monika. But, he's glad to see she's in a good mood again.
Still, she can't just keep giving him new nicknames while he has none for her. So, just give him a moment as he wracks his brain for something.]
.... Moni Muffins? [NO BACK UP THAT'S TOO CUTE NEVERMIND] Sorry, forget I said that.
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[ And it's helping ease her loneliness, whenever she could see and talk to those people. If the game hadn't forcibly shoved her out of her room in its not-so-subtle ways, she would've kept on with being a hermit obsessing over one goal. Now, she's socializing and obsessing over one goal! Progress!
She snickers when her nickname gets her a fresh poke to the cheek. That means it's another good one to add to the list! ]
I'm a writer, silly! I always have to make sure I'm working my creative muscles! Besides, I can't help that you have such a good name to make nicknames from!
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...drops it into the water with a loud splash. Her head turns slowly to stare up at him, almost as if he'd actually grown some cat ears. ]
Did you just call me Moni Muffins?!
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What? I didn't call you anything.
[Gaslight attempt!
Then, a distraction attempt! Don't mind him as he squirts some of his body wash on his hand and starts cleaning himself.]
A writer... I suppose that makes sense. What do you write, Monika? I used to read poems back home.
[There, look. He's finally sharing stuff about himself! Please, he's not doing this because he wants to distract from the fact he just came with up an embarrassingly cute nickname for his best friend.]
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I heard it! You said it! [ After snatching her body wash out of the water, she gestures at him with it for emphasis as she loudly says each syllable. ] Mo! Ni! Muff! Ins! Right out of your robomouth!
[ Forgive the use of "robo," but...it flowed best! As she said: writer! ]
I told you you're a big softy inside! First you compare me to a sweet food, and now I find out you've read poetry! Which... [ Her head tilts. ] That's neat.
[ All right, consider her interested. Her head tilts a bit more as she begins washing herself, too. ]
I mostly write poetry myself. Did you have a favorite poet?
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Nope, still not acknowledging!
Thanks Primus, the distraction attempt seems to have gotten her interest. Although the question gets a slight pause from Soundwave.]
I... had a favorite. His poetry was what made me realize we have the ability to crave our own path and to not be forced to bow to anyone. His words helped me became the mech I am today. [A pause. His hand on her side pushes her closer.] Although.... I have no respect for that mech any longer.
[There's so much history between them. He could simplified it, really. His words and ideals still live strong in him, he will still quote his poetry at times, but he can't say he feels anything but strong negative feelings for his "favorite" poet nowadays.
His head tilts back down to Monika.]
Can you... share one of your poems? I would like to hear some. If you are willing, that is.
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As always, she'll let him think he's gotten away with his nonsense. It makes annoying the hell out of him better when her attacks come when he least expects it. ]
Mm. I see. It can be hard when someone you admired turns out to be someone you didn't think they were. But...at least you're who you are now, right? That's all that matters.
[ She pauses her washing to lean against him and give him a soft hug. Despite her gearing up to be an ass, he deserves some comfort. That, and some appreciation for actually sharing something about himself. It's nice to know something about him. ]
I'd love to share some poetry with you. Ahaha, I have plenty! It's mostly how I keep myself occupied when I'm not reading... [ She smiles, sincere. ] Whenever we go to my room, I can pick a few out for you!
[ She winks. ] In fact, how about I come up with a quick one for you right now? A haiku should be easy enough~
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[His vents sigh. So, hey, if she ever wonders why he doesn't like letting go of her. That's the cause of it. Lowkey abandonment issue that's only gotten worse after losing all his friends.
Anyway, that's enough of that. He doesn't want to stay depressed. Not around Monika who unironically does brighten his day up, even if he'd rather not admit that. Instead, he gives Monika another gentle hair ruffle.]
If I ever want to read poetry, I need where to go now.
[His arm returns around her side in a loose hug in return.]
Sure, let's see what you come up with.
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[ Jeez. What does she say to that? Losing a friend after that long? And she thought she had it bad. At least she only lost out on bits of code. Not that she misses them or anything. That'd be weird.
She'll say nothing, not that she gets a chance to. He brings out a smile with his hair ruffling, something she's really starting to like, then she nuzzles her cheek against his side in return. As long as he keeps killing her loneliness, she'll do the same for his abandonment issues. ]
Ahaha, jeez. There's a library too, you know. You don't have to rely on me for that! But okay. Lemme see...
[ She goes silent, scrubbing herself for a while, lips pursed together in deep thought. A bit of counting on her fingers, some noises and shakes of her head...
Got it! Her delayed attack! ]
I'll call this one "Fresh from the Oven". Ahem~
Here with my best friend,
Warm, soft, our bath together...
Like Moni Muffins!
[ Acknowledge that! ]
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While Monika cooks up a haiku, he'll take the moment of silence to wash himself and not distract her. When she's ready, she gets his full attention.
The first two lines? Sweet, he likes it.
But then comes the final line.
Aaaah. This is going to haunt him forever, isn't it? Soundwave doesn't say anything at first. Instead, he reaches for his body wash bottle and softly conks her right on the head with it.]
.... Brat.
[Hmph!]
But, thank you. That was.... lovely.
[Sincerely it was, and he's especially more appreciative of it when she created something personal. .... This haiku is worth keeping in his head forever, even with that last part with Moni Muffins. Ugh, she just had to attack him like that. His compliment doesn't end there, though.]
Monika, you have a.... Nice voice to listen to. Perhaps you should read your poetry to me instead?
[Screw the library! His best friend's suite is the best reading spot.]
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bruh i just realized i flubbed a line up there :<
aw dang! if you ever need me to delete something so you can edit just lmk!
<3 it's no big deal but sure! that's what i get splitting my focus between 3 diff things at once :x
aww rip in peace
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blanket cw for extreme kinks
rip soundy
he'll be fiiiine
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cw: self harm >>
there's something wrong with these two idk what
it's ok i accept my shame
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cw: suicidal ideation
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