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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 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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[His usage of "we" there is referring to them as living beings, rather than him including himself amongst humans.
Soundwave does notice that she doesn't say "we". He knows she's a video game character, supposedly. While Soundwave will likely say that she is human, he can't say he can entirely relate to her in this predicament. He wonders how she must feel being a human now...]
Humans are fragile, but I would not call them weak. But I will admit that I am surprise humans managed to live that long and are the dominant species on Earth.
[It's impressive, really.
With a quiet nod, he bends down to his knees and helps Monika to climb down to the floor. Then, once she's safely got off him, Soundwave sits on the floor crossed legs.]
You should make yourself comfortable, Monika.
[On the chair, he means. She doesn't have to sit down on the floor with him.]
I have no issue with the books not being written by you. As I said... I like listening to your voice.
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She stares at her shelves of books. A lot of them were already provided by the resort, many tending towards the erotic side, but she's been adding to them with her own picks that have interested her--books she's always heard of or had some vague memory of, but never got to actually read herself, or whatever caught her eye and she impulsively grabbed. So many words and thoughts of humans over the ages...and she kept feeling like none of them could fully apply to her.
With a small shake of her head, she shoves the sadness away, then grabs a few books. She tries to pick ones that aren't on the more depressing side, plus one raunchy one, just for laughs. Besides, he doesn't need to be wooed with words from The Bell Jar. By the time she's turned away from the books, she's back to smiling as if nothing's wrong. If there's anything she prides herself on, it's never letting anyone see her break. Well, minus him, but that was a one-time fluke. It won't happen again. ]
Opposable thumbs make all the difference, I guess~ And whichever mammal decided walking on four legs was too boring, ahaha. [ She strolls over, then promptly plops down into the space between his legs. After tossing a cushy pillow in there first, anyway. ] Humans are weird. That's why I'm happier sitting here~
[ There. She forced herself to pretend she's fully human. He has no reason to suspect anything. Everything's fine! ]
What else do you like about me, hmm~? How about my ability to teach you how to have fun for once in your life?
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This is one of those cases where Soundwave at least has some tack and a sense of moral to not dig into a person's mind. Though part of it is actually his fear of Monika knowing about this ability of his might cause her to fear and put distance away from him. It's not exactly a secret back home, but for those who don't know him? He'd rather keep that a secret for as long as possible. His optics behind the visor simply stare at the smiling Monika, not saying a word until she plops down on him.
At least she has a pillow with her. Otherwise, he might fuss again.]
I'd say you are much more weirder than a typical human.... but you are still human regardless.
[Hmmm, whatever could he mean by that?]
What are you implying...? That I never had..... fun before meeting you? [The fact he even struggled to say the word.... But it's true, Monika does have the ability to teach how to have fun and relax for once in his life. And what short time they had together? It's enjoyable. Even ignoring all the love making they did, it's actually fun with her.
Now what else does he likes about his friend. A hum of his vents, warm air blow the back of her head as his large metal hand rests loosely on her stomach. He tilts his head down to meet with her eyes.]
Seeing you smile.
[With that answer, he traces her bottom lip with the lightest of touch with his metallic fingertip. He's decided against adding "true smile" in there, as... that might be telling that he knows she's pretending. He'll let her live her lie for a little while longer. And besides... they're supposed to be having... fun right now.]
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But! No worries about that, eh? Especially when he's poking fun at her. He gets a sullen look. ]
I'm not weird!
[ Ignoring the human part, too! They're no longer discussing that! ]
And yeah, I'm totally implying that! [ She lightly pokes a finger into his side, lest he start fussing about that. ] You wouldn't know fun if it slapped you in the face! Which is why it's my duty to show you what fun is!
[ Or is it her duty to smile for him? He slaps a shocked look onto her face. Wow. That's...
He may not immediately get a smile out of her for that, but she does pout. And blush. And stare down at her books. This jerk of a mech, saying nice things like that! ]
That's...a weird thing to like.
[ It's the best counter she can come up with while enjoying the tingles left behind from the touch of his finger. Despite her small bout of tsundere, she's quickly softened up, then slowly, he gets one of the smiles he apparently likes so much. Fine, he's earned some more kindness. ]
But it's okay. Because I like seeing you smile, too. Well, ahaha, your avatar, anyway. It's nice to see you happy, since you haven't had much fun.
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Such accusation, though! Even if it's true! He can't deny that he wouldn't fun. He's a boring mech. Before Monika, the closest he's ever done something fun was reading books.]
There is nothing wrong with weird.
[Of all weird stuff, this one he will embrace. Because it's always so sweet to see her pure smile.
Though, out of all the dumb counters she had thrown out at him, this may be her weakest one yet. But at least he's treated with a rather rare side of Monika. A cute petulant-like pout on her. Short-lived, as it is. But he's treated with something better and sweeter than her bout of tsundere-- her smile. A smile that seems to be more natural than the forced smile she had earlier.]
Then, I suppose... You may have to keep teaching me how to have fun, seeing as it is your duty.
[His finger continues to brush over her lips to the corner of her mouth, tracing her smile, before moving to her cheek. Until Monika has enough of it, he'll continue to brush his finger on her.]
Perhaps you may once again see my smile. You have plenty of chances to earn that and show me something fun tomorrow
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Better to be weird with someone than weird alone.
[ After thinking on it briefly, she sets down the book she'd been about to open and pulls his hand down from her cheek. It's not from being tired of being touched or lead them down a naughtier path. It's all for purely innocent reasons. She's just never been able to really look at him like this, up close and personal. To see the differences. She wants to know everything about her...friend.
Her fingers run over the joints of his hand, intrigued as always by how it feels to be touching metal instead of skin, like she's been otherwise getting used to. ]
I'll teach you lots and lots, don't worry. But, um, if you don't mind me asking... [ For once, she says that instead of plowing right into demanding information. She looks up at his face. ] What does your kind do for fun? Or anything. Whatever you want to share. Because...I want to know more about you. Then maybe I can figure out more ways to make you smile.
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He wonders what is it specifically that made her soft all of a sudden. Not that he minds it, it's just a little shock.]
That is a broad question, Monika. We are not a monolith. Every individual Cybertronian has their own likes, dislikes, and that includes what they do for fun.
I suppose I could tell you what other Cybertronians do for fun from what I've observed. Some play sports. Some write. Some sing. Go to dance party. Or visit the bar and drink the night away. I could list many activities.
[With a little shift, his other arm joins in to embrace Monika in a loose hug, gently coaxing her to be closer to him if she wants, so she could feel his warm metal all around her. Regardless if she chooses to snuggle up to him, hs other hand's fingers softly presses her stomach and makes circles on her.]
If we are talking about my interests, specifically.... I'm afraid you may find my answer lacking. [Unsurprisingly. A beat.] I never had time to find out what I do for...... fun. I like to read books. And watch animals. That is... About it.
[He shrugs lightly. Both of which aren't exactly a big revelation or anything. At least the latter one he admitted to her once before.]
You may find me boring, but.... That is why I... Want you to show me what is fun.
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[ Which also applies to some other things, but there'll be no going into that, because it's not friendly enough. ]
That's nice to hear, though. [ Her smile softens, and she definitely moves in closer, stealing up all the comfort he wants to give. ] Some people only like to focus on differences, but things like that? It just shows how we're all the same in the end, no matter the planet.
[ She's quiet for a while after that, thinking on everything. Something like sadness comes over her. Maybe sympathy? Whatever it is, it leaves an ache in her chest. Sometimes, she hates how alike they are. They're both lost at sea, simply trying to figure out who they are, because any chances they had to find themselves were wrenched away, if they even existed.
There's a sigh, and she places her hand on his. A small attempt at comfort. For him? For her? Maybe both. ]
By the way? If I actually found you boring, would I be here in your arms right now? [ She curls in closer. ] Just you wait. We'll both have lots of fun to make up for what fun we never could have. And you are going to figure out one fun thing you like without me, okay?
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Looking past our physical differences, there isn't much differences between us on the inside. We all are individuals with our own wants and desires and have the capability to forge our own path.
[She's right, though. Despite what may he think himself a boring company, despite everything, she's still with him, settled comfortably in his arms. Even further than that, she doesn't exactly hide it that she wants him to stay with her. He isn't exactly sure what is it about him that makes Monika want him so much.... It's not exactly a bad feeling to be wanted.
He's not sure what to say.... But there isn't any need to say anything, is there? By now, she should be used to him being more of a mech of action than words, not being the best at crafting words in the moment like she's capable of. So to show his appreciation, he brings his free hand up to brush her cheek with his fingers, and then tries his best to cup at her cheek without having his large hand on her entire face. And to end it, he mutters:]
... Thank you, Monika.
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As her eyes open, she kisses his fingers and peers up at his face. ]
You're welcome, Soundwave. And...
[ Why, indeed, has she been so much softer all of a sudden? It's more than having the freedom to hoard all of his attention and affection. Hell, she constantly finds herself not caring only about her own selfish needs. She keeps trying to give the same kindness back. He's inexplicably drawing out a confusing desire to be the version of her she's not used to sharing with others...
Monika slides her arms around him, holding him as best someone as small as her can. Being this close, now she can fully hear the pleasant hum of life she loves so much. A life she feels connected to, because he's helped her feel like less of an other. ]
Thank you for making me feel...human.
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For a long moment, he lets her rest her head on his chest, have her listen to the hum and pulse of energy pulsating within him while providing warmth to her cheek with his hand. Silence fill the room as they both curl up to each other for warmth.
Then, after several minutes has passed, his hand then moves back down to her stomach, marking an end to the silence.]
Shall we read a book, Monika?
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His voice stirs her out of her descent into drowsiness, and she jerks upright, shifting her neat pile of books into a mess spread across her lap. Oops. ]
Oh! Yeah! [ She clears her throat. He saw nothing! ] Let me see. I was going to start with Alice in Wonderland, since it's pretty lighthearted. And...it's a nice story when you feel like a fish out of water.
[ Fitting! It's definitely the theme of the day. You'd think she was trying to get a literature club meeting going! ]
It's weird, too. [ She giggles before she can stop it. ] But that's something that makes me like it, too.
[ He gets a quick upward glance and a smile, then she focuses on the book, opening it to the first chapter. It's not long before her smile's widened, and she hasn't even begun reading. Can you tell she likes this one? ]
Don't expect me to do voices, by the way. [ She says, then immediately puts on her "performance" voice as she begins to read: ] Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversations?"
[ She giggles more, poking at the picture of the White Rabbit on the page. ] Isn't it so cute and silly already?
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And, hey, if she wants to run a literature club meeting, he wouldn't mind being a formal member, either.
Soundwave doesn't mind a lighthearted story. This entire moment they shared has been nothing but lighthearted, and so it may best to not change and keep the mood as is. Hopefully she won't mind his hand resting on the back of Monika's hand holding the book. He simply likes to feel her warmth on him, too, even with her hand being smaller than his own.]
It certainly is. I have a feeling this book contains... Whimsical adventures. Although to question what use of book without pictures or conversations in it... I suspect that this Alice is a child? Or, perhaps a child who can't pay attention without pretty pictures.
[Expect him to do a bit of his own commentary whenever she pauses, but he won't ever interrupt her mid-performance.]
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Focus. He said something. She'll keep earning her "weird" label if she doesn't answer. ]
Ahaha. It does. That's what makes it so fun. Everything's so absurd, but...you can't help but love it. [ Then she nods. ] Alice is a little girl, so you get to see all this through a child's eyes.
[ Something wistful slips into her voice when she says: ] Just like when you have to learn all about a life you've never known before.
[ Oops. Too real! Back to reading, then. ]
So she was considering in her own mind, (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid,) [ Sounds familiar... ] whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a white rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!” (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket or a watch to take out of it, and...
[ The adventure continues. Monika's definitely attempting voices for each character, too, because it'd feel criminal not to. She has way too much fun with it, and an absolute blast with whatever poems she comes across. Eventually, she decides to take a break on a page where the writing twists and turns to look like an actual tail. And they haven't even gotten to the most whimsical parts! ]
Hey. Question.
[ She's being polite again! Alice is having an effect on her, the proper little lady that she is. ]
I know you're super old and all, but...do you remember being a kid?
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