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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 then we can go out to the main lobby, right~?
[ There's a barely-contained giggle, then she shoves the pillow away and rolls over to face him. Just for being a perfectly subservient bot, he gets a quick peck on the lips. ]
Ahahaha! Just kidding~ I know you'd probably throw me in a trashcan and leave if I asked you to do that. Not that I'd deserve it. Like I said, you're so mean, Waveypoo.
[ Says the one being the real asshole here... ]
Fiiiine. How do you want me to tell you? Words? Hugs? [ She rubs her nose against his. ] Tons of kisses~?
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Of course, he'll still take the blame for derailing their love-... Uh, friend-making kisses. Yeah.]
No.
[Ah, is it any surprise that Soundwave immediately rejected the idea. Thankfully, she isn't serious about it, or he might actually dump her in a trash can. Though he won't leave her and will carry a smelly Monika back to her suite.
Thankfully for the biggest meanie in this room, that won't happen.]
Mm. [He hums, rubbing his nose back, feigning a thoughtful look as he considers his option. But of course he already has the answer in mind, even before Monika voiced her options. But before that, he leans in to press a quick kiss to her lips. Several quick kisses, as if to make up for the lost time they had being petulant meanies.
Then, after wrapping his arms around her, Soundwave rolls down on his bed and easily brings Monika to rest on top of him instead. There, their "proper" position. With Monika on top and him below her. Finally, he gives an answer.] All three. In whichever order you wish to do them.
[If he's not shy to say it, he love kisses the most. Well, he's already gave her tons of kisses at the start, but nothing wrong with receiving and wanting more kisses.]
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...No. It's no fun if he's legitimately grumpy. She wants him annoyed, not angry. Lucky for him, she'll allow this absolutely uncouth behavior from him. ]
You naughty bot. [ He deserves that intensely rude pet name. ] You're gonna tempt me to do bad things again if you don't stop...
[ She'll behave, though. Mostly because she's earned her daily dose of annoying the mech she like-likes. First, he'll get more kisses, each one deeper than the next. ]
I should make you work for this more. [ This kiss ends with nipping his lower lip. ] It's always more fun when you're desperate.
[ Which is definitely something a well-adjusted person would say. But anyhow. Now, he gets plenty of hugs and cuddles. She rubs her cheek against his plush chest, humming happily. And, at last, the words. ]
I need you like oxygen, Soundwave. You're the peanut butter to my jelly. The Romeo to my Juliet--wait, no. That would mean we'd die. [ She clears her throat. ] The paper to my pen! Much better.
[ Monika lifts her head, giving her softest kiss yet. ] You're the light of my life. And I hope you always will be.
[ Unless the Player comes around--no, she won't think that. Bad thought. ]
So, you'd better give me one heck of a piggyback ride. Or else~
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[Implying he may like the bad things done to him if it comes from Monika's hands? Maybe. He enjoys the bite to his lower lips. But they both can behave for tonight, right. It's frankly amazing they got this far with the kisses and flushed body that neither of them are tempted to do anything sexual when before they easily given into temptation.
Especially with the sensation in him that comes next from hearing her words next. His face burns red seeing her happily rub her face on his chest.
Aside from the slight grumble she earns for saying it's fun making him desperate- he's not desperate! Hmph! His thighs squirm and shift under her- much like Monika did earlier. Not event the slip up saying they'll die could erase the tingling pleasure in him from the subsequent words after- Though what even is a Romoe or Juliet? Regardless, the kiss just makes the pleasure shoots through his every vein, his flushed face getting redder and redder. Unlike her, he's not exactly hiding how hot he is for her.]
I should commend you for putting it that creatively at least.
[If only he could have some of her creative brain in him. He's not great with his words, as Monika would know. He wouldn't think of something like him being the peanut butter to her jelly!
Anyway... There's something else they should do. The piggyback ride. He can be tempted to not give in to pleasure, but a soft kiss or two in return for finally giving him what he wanted to hear is appropriate to give. Her cheek receives nuzzling before the snuggling has to come to an temporary end.]
Are you sure you wish my real body to give you a piggyback ride... Not that I mind. Just that your head might hit the ceiling.
[After all, he needs to dip his head down slightly just to get around on his two boots, here.]
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[ As if she's not encouraging it. Shoving her face into his boobs had been entirely unnecessary. Wiggling her hips against his? Also unnecessary. She doesn't have to resist all temptation, especially if it keeps making him red as a tomato. Talk about desperate! ]
I pride myself on my creativity. [ One of her fingers circles around on his bodysuit, directly over one of his nipples, quite unnecessarily. ] That, and how passionate I can be for someone I care about.
[ As she flicks the nipple she's teased at, she giggles and soothes the sting of being a jerk by kissing along his jaw. If she weren't so intent upon getting her dumb ride that will not be sexual, she'd definitely take them down the path of doing more naughty things. The tattoo on her back has a way of making bad ideas sound really, really good. ]
I told you to stop being so tall. That's not my fault. [ Her tongue darts out to give his cheek a little lick. Super naughty! ] I'm sure! I want the full flying car experience!
[ If she didn't care so much about keeping her room, you know, intact, she'd be tempted to tell him to actually drive her around. Sometimes, she actually has sense! ]
Get your engines started, hot rod~
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[Look at her with her face between his boobs and wiggling her hips. What a naughty little brat. The flick to his nipples forces a little whine to leave his throat, then a pleased hum at the kiss to his jaw. Damn it, if she wasn't so good with her soothing, he would've conked her on the head for being naughty.]
Blame this resort for not making the room bigger.
[Stupid resort. The lick gets a light shiver down his spine, making him flushed redder. Gosh, how much redder can she make him? Pervert...]
My name is Soundwave, not Hot Rod.
[If he's saying it like it's someone else's name it's because there was someone who's named Hot Rod. .... Not that Hot Rod called himself that anymore, he thinks.
But that aside, before they get to the dumb ride, he rolls once again with Monika now under him and him on top of her. Ok maybe, they get away with being a little naughty because now it's his turn now to be super naughty. And as an act of revenge, he shoves his face into her boobs and presses them with his hands for a heavenly marshmallow embrace, thumbs rolling over her clothes where her nipples are. Of course, he wouldn't get his revenge in full if he isn't moving his hips. And by moving, he's literally humping her, don't mind the erection poking her crotch.
And to cap it all off, he pulls himself away from her boobs, face flushes completely red and hair strands sticks to his face in a mess, then he gives her a deep and long kiss, one that leaves Monika utterly breathless while still humping her.
Guess he's more desperate and unnecessary with his naughtiness, huh.]
I'm done. [Aaaaaaaaand he's going to pretend he didn't just do any of that.] Oh, and I'll dematerialize the avatar.
[Just so she wouldn't be surprised like last time. With that, his real body comes to life, machinery whirs inside, vents sigh, and his red glows red. Flexing his fingers and rolling his joints, he pushes himself away from the wall.]
Climb on.
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[ There's a pause where she squints at him for that "correction" she didn't ask for. ] That's not--ugh, never mind, you giant weirdo.
[ And back to being an annoying pervert--or not? Another roll, and she's the one left getting overwhelmed and red in the face. Whoa, whoa, whoa! This was definitely not the plan! She just wanted him worked up a little! But, before she can manage to protest this, his mouth is back on hers, tiny moans muffled against his lips as that erection of his pokes against some very sensitive places.
Theeeen he's gone. Well, part of him. She's left staring up at the ceiling, breathing hard, nipples fully at attention, hair and clothing equally disheveled. There's a long, long silence, then quietly, she grumbles: ]
Asshole.
[ There! He's finally earned that again!
She pouts in place for a while longer, then sits up and moves over to one of her closets, yanking out some pajamas. They're not going anywhere, so she may as well change into something more comfortable. There are much louder grumbles the entire time she's getting dressed...in her second bedroom! He doesn't deserve a show!
Once she's done, she stomps back in and over to him, raising her arms. He's fully activated brat mode. There will be no climbing! He's doing all the work for working her up! ]
Pick me up and put me on!
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[Of course he did. Soundwave has no complaints with her retreating to the bathroom to get herself dressed. He doesn't need a show, just hearing her annoyed grumble is enough to satisfy him.
Alas, when she's done, she wouldn't be able to see the smirk on him. And look at that, she's asking him to pick her up.
Honestly, he's about to do exactly that without a word, but it seems Monika has beat him to it. Oh well, he picks her up by the back collar of her shirt and lifts her up until her face is on the same level as his face. So angry....]
You look like a grumpy cat.
[And he's supposed to be the grumpy cat sitting on the floor of her suite. After that little tease, he lifts her up further to his back.]
Hold on tight.
[And when she wraps her arms around his neck, he releases her shirt, moves his hands under her thighs, and rises up... Not too his full height, however, otherwise he might bonk Monika's head on the ceiling. Primus, he's standing awkwardly with his own knees bend slightly.
....
....
...
This feels stupid.]
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This isn't what I meant by picking me up! You're supposed to treat me like a princess! [ There's a kick aimed at his "gut", but it doesn't connect. ] Stop taking advantage of being a giant weirdo!
[ The grumpy cat is slowly mollified once she's in place, however. Knowing she's getting her way in the dumbest way possible has a way of making her happy. A few quiet giggles are the first sign that she's getting comfortably back into her role of being a gremlin. ]
Giddy-up, noble steed! To the living room!
[ She makes sure she's securely clinging on, then she taps her feet against his sides as if she's spurring him on. Onward, jerk! ]
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[That's her fault there. How is he to know he's supposed to carry her like a princess like every other time he's done so. Also, that kick to his gut? Ow, that hurts.
Not really]You're going to hurt yourself if you kick me.
[Hey, Monika, remember when he helicopter parenting her? Yeah, he's making a comeback. Actually, she's going to get that alot while she's riding him because, ugh, she's like a kid the moment she's on his back The kick to his sides gets a grumble from him.]
Stop that. It's annoying.
[Time to awkwardly walk towards the living room!]
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I have to guide you! Otherwise, you might go off course!
[ He's not. It's not like she's living in one of the royal suites anymore. It's the thought that counts, though, of wanting to guide someone so special to her. ♥
After another conk to the head, she peeks over her shoulder with a giggle that abruptly stops. As they've entered the living room, catching sight of one of her sofas is to blame. ]
Did you...break my chair?
[ The way that thing's sagging... ]
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Stop hitting my head. You could simply point me to a direction.
[And lo, they enter the living room without a problem, aside from Monika making him worry about her hitting his hand and annoying him.
Uh... Scratch without a problem part, actually. Soundwave turns his head to the sofa she's staring at... The very same sofa he sat on earlier. Uuuuh...]
It's still useable.
[That's not quite an answer to her question now, is it?
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That's not the point! [ From the sound of the whine in her voice, it's clear she's pouting. ] That one was so comfy...
[ And she's made memories on that couch! Very, uh, naughty memories, but he doesn't need to know that. Now, her main memory of that chair is how damn broken it is. ]
You jerk. [ He's earned his next shoulder slap. ] It's a good thing what we did earlier earned us some money! Maybe I can bribe the staff a little so it'll cost less to replace...
[ To be extra annoying, she "nibbles" at a spot near one of his vents, which mainly means giving awkward little kisses. ] Or maybe that's where I'll banish you to whenever you're here. Soundy's special saggy sofa~
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Soundwave turns his head ever so slightly as he feels her "nibbling" his vent. That's.... New. It feels oddly nice? Well, hopefully she enjoys the sigh of warm air against her face, especially his little huff after her next comment.]
.... Better than sitting on the floor, I suppose.
[Hold up a minute. What she said earlier]
What do you mean what we did earlier earned some money? When did we earn money?
[Guess who's about to find out that sex is way to earn some chips.]
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...And conk the other side of his head while doing it. The conks will continue until she feels he's sufficiently punished! Or until he forces her to stop, which is more likely. ]
Who said I won't make you sit on the floor, too?
[ She might. Maybe he can even get a special cardboard box for bad mechs, just for him! But before she can make more jokes about that, his question makes her head lift up and tilt at him. And she thought she was bad about the concept of money! ]
Oh, um. I thought you knew? Ahaha. Every time we make love, it gets some chips sent to us. You've covered my coffee budget for the next month! Thanks~
[ If she's not forced to pay the full price for fixing her sofa, anyway. Maybe if she blames it on wild sex, she can get some leeway. ]
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Except for the conk to the side of his head, though. He huffs, once more blowing warm air at her.]
If you punch me one more time, this ride will end.
[There, he's going to threaten to end this stupid ride early! While he waits for her to issue his next command, he's going to walk around in circles in the living room, unless Monika continues to hurt herself by hitting him.
As for the thing Soundwave just learned today.]
I... Wasn't aware of that. I thought one only earn chips from completing challenges. I did not know simply.... Ah, making love will earn us some chips.
[Although, he imagines the challenges give bigger payout, maybe. Good to know at least! But he, uh..... Probably wouldn't be going around having sex for money. Besides the fact that he currently only has one partner right now...]
I suppose we'll be able to pay the repairs for your sofa then... [Yes, he is implying he'll make love to her until they earn enough for the sofa repair. Only if she wants to, of course.
Anyway!!! Soundwave clears his vocalizer.]
Where to next, Monika?
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You giant metal stick in the mud...
[ Her hand does not hurt, though. If he senses any sort of discomfort in the form of her shaking the pain off, he's imagining things! ]
The kitchenette next. I'm thirsty. [ Her feet lightly tap his sides. It's not a conk! He can't complain! ] And hey! I guess I taught you something! Now I don't have to worry about covering your daily motor oil needs~
[ She...still has no idea what the real him subsists on. She's going to keep thinking it's oil. Or maybe gas, since he mentioned needing it for his rockets.
Suddenly, she jerks against him, nearly slipping off. Guess who just got the implications of what he'd said? ]
Oh my God, you naughty bot! I wasn't totally serious about the sofa thing! It's not that big of a deal.
[ If he'd like a taste of how they can keep making money, then he'll get it from her lightly brushing her fingers over his neck area. Plus some actual kisses to his faceplate, after she leans forward enough to do so. ]
Too bad you don't have a suit yet. Getting your card could get me a few more things. Maybe I could even work up to a bigger room that'll fit giant metal sticks in the mud~?
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If he's able to stare directly at Monika, he'd give her the most flattest look possible for tapping him with her feet. He knows he's supposed to be her steed, but she doesn't have to literally trat him as if he's a horse!
Anyway, onwards to the kitchenette. While he heads there, Soundwave finally reveals what he and his kind consumes]
I do not wish to eat junk food everyday. [Yes, motor oil is junk food according to him.] Energon, that is what I consume. The clinic is able to provide my needs.
[Thankfully. Otherwise he might have to tolerate refueling with, ugh... Motor oil, or risk starving to death. Though he does wonder where they get Energon from....
Boy, it took a bit for Monika to realize his implication, but no matter it still gets him flustered. With Monika so close, she might see the tinge blue blush starts to form on his faceplate.
He can't deny it, though. It may be small touches, but her fingers running over his neck area gets his entire body to shiver, his large metal hands under her thighs give them a light squuezs. Then, the kisses to his faceplate. He enjoys it, and his mask does a good job of hiding away just how much he's enjoying this... Not that it would fool Monika. She knows he'd like more than a taste.]
It's simply a suggestion. I do not mind it if you need to make... Extra money.
[That's a really roundabout way of saving I like having sex with Monika. Of course, it is Soundwave, and it would take patience for him to out right admit that. It's easier to just be all subtle about it or making implications.]
Perhaps, I wish to not have to duck my head down at all times. But... You do not need to do that, Monika. I am capable of looking for my own room big enough for me... [Read: he's going to stay in the parking garage while in vehicle mode] Assuming if this resort deems me worthy of staying.
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At least he distracts her with that tiny tidbit about him. Whoa. Neat! ]
Ahaha, jeez. I was joking! Maybe I wasn't so far off with the flying car thing... [ Once they're close enough to the cabinets, she reaches out and opens one to grab a cup. How nice it is to finally be able to do that without getting her nearby step stool! ] Do you have a place you put it? Where's your Energon tank?
[ This is what he gets for convincing her he doesn't have a mouth, because she's eventually going to start searching his body for some kind of equivalent for a gas cap. Once she's safely off her noble steed, anyway. She giggles against his faceplate, then nuzzles against the blush forming there. Nary a facial expression for her to go on, but she can read him so easily. Maybe he is the Player, considering how much he wants her. ]
Ahaha, not important. I told you, if I needed to spend chips to keep you comfortable, I'd do it. It's not like I'm hurting for any. As long as you're with me, you'll be taken care of. And not just in the sexy way~
[ She can read your mind, Soundwave! Or not. But it's not like she needs to when he keeps making it abundantly clear with his "implications". ]
I'll do what I want when it comes to you. There's no guarantee of where you'll end up! Because you're going to stay this time. [ Her next kiss has an edge of possessiveness to it, as does the way her fingers curl against his neck. ] I'm not letting you go again.
[ Alas. If only things worked that way. After another kiss, she holds her cup up in front of his face. ]
Help me get some water?
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In my stomach. There is an intake port in my arm where I pour Energon into.
[Absolutely refuses to take off his mask, unless he has to or he's comfortable enough to do so, which the latter rarely ever happens. And hey, if it convinced people that he doesn't have a mouth? Fine by him. The nuzzle and the giggle right next to his audial receptor only worsens his blush.
Her next words aren't making his flush go away. He shouldn't be surprised with her at this point, especially after the last poem she read to him, but how generous of her to spend her own chips to keep him comfortable. It... only makes him more into her than he was before. Even the hint of possessiveness in her kiss and touch only makes his chest heats up, along with the swell of fondness and appreciation.
He would want that, too... For her to be able to make him stay and never letting go. Being an anchor to make him stay against the resort's whim. If only it worked that way... But he has faith he's going to stay. And if not? He will come back. For Monika, he will.
For a moment, he's silent as he takes the cup from her hand. Then--]
.... Thank you, Monika.
[For taking care of him. It's... a nice feeling to know that someone here cares for him enough to do that. And as far as he knows, it doesn't seem like she has an ulterior motive. Unless the ulterior motive is to make him fall in lov--- Um... Strengthened their current friendship then he has no problem with that being the motive.
He'll look through the fridge for any chilled water or juice inside. And if they aren't any, he'll get some tap water. That should be fine, right?]
You should call room service. I believe you haven't eaten a meal yet.
[No, Birdbucks drink and the muffins they had does not count as a meal.]
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Well...she can still do that. He didn't specify where exactly the port is or which arm, so she can still annoy him somehow. Whew, and she thought she wouldn't have a new way to hurt herself! ]
Sometimes? You're really boring for being a cool alien. [ What a backwards compliment... ] But that's what I lllliiiike about you.
[ Pay no mind to the word that she almost accidentally said! Moving on! Friendly feelings only! F R I E N D L Y. ]
You don't have to thank me. It's what I want to do. You make me happy.
[ As he gets her a drink--and tap water it'll be, since she hardly remembers to keep her fridge stocked, thanks to relying so much on room service--she keeps kissing at his faceplate, half to show friendly affection, half to distract him away from her near-flub. If not for that, his latest round of fussing over her would've been a perfect distraction. She makes a noise of confusion, then she grumbles while reaching for her cup. ]
I had a cookie! I'll get something soon! And there's stuff still left over from the picnic.
[ Back to nuzzling and kissing, this time with some bonus pets to the top of his head. Focus on good feelings! Not her need for food! ]
I'm trying to enjoy my ride and spend time with you! Don't you want to take me to my reading nook next~?
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Thank you for the backhanded compliment.
[Somehow, Monika manages to make his already flat monotone sounds even flatter. Amazing work. At least the words and the friendly affections right after soothe over what sarcasm he's about to unleash on her. And he's going to pretend that she nearly flub a word there. Nope, he's not thinking she was about to say that word. This is a friendly feelings only space.]
Perhaps, but I would like you to know I... appreciate you.
[He's going to let go one of thighs for just a moment to lightly poke and brush his metal finger on her cheek, tickling her slightly.]
I highly doubt a cookie is enough.... I am simply worried that you may be hungry since you... ah, used a lot of energy today.
[Let him fuss over you, you little gremlin! That's how he shows his care and appreciation for his best friend outside of the affections he gives.]
Aren't humans supposed to eat at regular intervals daily? Which... seems like a hassle having to eat sustenance daily, but I suppose that is one of many human's design flaws.
[Anyhow, onto the next destination... He would like her to read for him again.]
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You're welcome, Soundypoo~~
[ At least he knows how to be nice in his typical way. Or maybe he's actually nice this time around? Being told he appreciates her...
She's noticeably nicer herself after he says that. And maybe, just maybe, she's more willing to accept his fussiness. Just know she wouldn't normally do this! If he hadn't touched her cheek all cute-like, he wouldn't have gotten this privilege! ]
Fiiiine, you worrywart. [ She lets out a leftover giggle from his earlier poke, then drinks some water. ] We'll end our epic journey after the nook, then I'll eat. Then maybe you can apologize for saying I'm flawed!
[ He gets a conk since she's about to get off him anyway. If that gets her suplexed onto her comfy reading chair, so be it. ]
Just because you can stroll up to a gas pump and be good for...I dunno. A day? That doesn't mean you're cooler!
[ Another conk. May as well go hard or go home! ]
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A week, not just a day.
[See? His kind is definitely superior than humans! But at least Soundwave doesn't judge someone's abilities based entirely on their species.]
I am not saying it just to make myself "cooler". [If he wasn't holding her legs, there would've been some airqouting with his fingers] I am simply stating facts. Humans have design flaws like needing to breath air at every moment, for example.
[Again, it seems like a hassle? Anyway, have a little more brushes to her cheek to make up for his criticism before he brings his hand down to hold her leg again.]
That said, despite your flaws, you are strong to make up those flaws... Strong, in your own ways.
[As he approaches Monika's reading nook, he turns his head slightly to her. Hm, wonder if he'll have to stand since no chair here can withstand him.?]
Will you be reading to me again?
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[ Talk about whipped, though. All those conks, and he still hasn't dropped her! She'll lightly drum on the back of his head for the end of her ride, then. ]
You say this like humans had a choice in how they were "designed"! I mean, unless you believe in the Bible and all that Adam and Eve stuff... [ She snorts, quite derisively. ] If anything, humans are freaks of nature. All those flaws and...somehow they're the dominant species.
[ Note that she didn't use the word "we". Every time she wanted to, she couldn't get it out. All these flaws, and they don't feel like they apply to her, despite being in a very human body. Her brow furrows, and she covers up her discomforted silence by finishing off her water. At least his soft touches kept her from getting too bothered. ]
Anyway. Sure, I can read something, if you don't mind it being stuff I haven't written.
[ Her head tilts at him once she realizes, ah right, he can't sit on anything, can he? Hmm, a compromise... ]
You know what? Put me down and I'll grab a book or two, then we can sit on the floor together. It'll be extra cozy!
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