ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴍᴏᴅs (
goldmods) wrote in
peacockstop2024-04-15 09:00 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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.
no subject
[ She takes no blame! He suggested this! She's absolved of her sins she did not commit! And yes, the poke war has recommenced. His faceplate's going to be covered in her fingerprints at this point, on top of all the smudges from that kissing she did earlier.
...Wait. Is he trying to deny her double cuddles? No, not allowed! ]
Don't fix the bed yet! [ Now she huffs. ] I'm getting all the cuddles I want before you go and ruin it.
[ Just like her poor couch, the bed's still usable. Probably? It was already pretty plush, but some parts of the frame are poking through in weird ways. Also, it's leaning steeply on the side where his real body's been lying. What a predicament...
Oh, well. Doesn't matter, had cuddles! And she will continue to have cuddles! Or pokes, it seems, which just makes her giggle all over again. ]
You never know what's going to leak out! Things have a way of getting around here, unfortunately. If I say this happened because of cuddling, people will just think I'm weirder!
[ As if she's making it difficult for people to think that... ]
I'll seem way cooler if I say a giant mech rocked my world and broke my bed. Like, don't worry! I'll keep things anonymous. [ Because there's definitely more than one giant mech in the resort. ] And it's not like you haven't done it to me before~
[ Hint hint. She would like that again. ]
no subject
Fine.
[He'll stay on plush but maybe ruined bed for her. Cuddling, it is. The poking stops and both forms hugs Monika, the avatar around her neck and the mech around her waist. His heads lean in to press on both sides of Monika's head. Now, they can get a little comfortable despite this little predicament.
.... He doesn't think keeping things anonymous would help not identify him in this case. How many other giant mechs are there in this resort other than him? None that's what! Still... Honestly, if he had to choose between the bed breaking because of cuddling or bed breaking sex, he might just choose the latter. Both are embarrassing, but one moreso than the other.
But before he could even say a single word about that, he gives her yet another dead-eyed look. At least he isn't sputtering anymore when she brings up that topic or say something shameless.]
No, we certainly have. It wouldn't be a lie to say that you have.... experience. Speaking of, I won't be giving you any of that experience today.
[He gets the subtle hint, there. Okay, he would like the same again. And he thinks he's said as much to her earlier. However, he would still like to go on their friend date tomorrow instead of seeing Monika incapacitated in bed because of their wild sex! Time may potentially be limited for him, but he's confident he'll last for at least a couple more days, here.
A sigh from his avatar as he makes himself comfortable hugging Monika.]
I suppose in this debauched resort, it might seem.... cooler.
no subject
Jerk. You know I can handle it. [ She swallows down a yawn so he won't try to call it out. ] It's not like we can break the bed any more than it already is!
[ ...Probably? Maybe if she were on top this time, things would stay tame. He'll just have to excuse himself to the bathroom when it's time to unleash his load, because she is not ruining her entire bedroom! At least he could aim everything into the bathtub. And...probably clog the drain, but that's easier to fix than a whole room!
There's another attempt at stifling a yawn, but she's not as successful this time. Add that to the list of things that are his fault. Who told him to be so comfortable? ]
'Sides. Can't be that much of a "debauched" resort if it has you in it to drop the coolness levels.
[ This yawn escapes completely, but she doesn't seem to mind it at this point. Her head turns so her cheek's resting against his faceplate. ]
That's why I'm here. [ Her laughter's a bit distant as she starts drifting off. ] Gonna...make sure you're the coolest. Coolwave...
[ Aaaand she's out. ]
no subject
Don't get him wrong. He loves making love with Monika. That one experience is still an incredible and unbelievable memory, but he's seen the aftermath of their lovemaking. It's best they scheduled for that sort of thing so Monika could be out for a day or two to recover. Of course, that assumes if they do it the same way as before where he was on top.
And besides, he doesn't want her be addicted to his spike. Primus, she had really enjoyed his cock back at that night. There is need for moderation, here.
Before he could make any more argument though, Monika falls to slumber. Huh.... And she hasn't even eaten anything yet. Silky girl. He gently pokes at her cheek with his smaller hand.]
I know you can handle it. But you'll have sore legs even if I pulled out, idiot.
[Not that Monika can hear him since she's passed out sleeping. Oh well. She looks so peaceful sleeping, though. Ah, why can't she always be like this, nice and quiet and not a brat.
He's getting tired, too, surprisingly enough. Maybe being around Monika is exhausting. Ina good way, mind.]
Good night, my Monika. [A languid kiss to both her cheeks, then he shuts down. He'll keep the avatar running so she'll be warm on all sides. It'll be a waste of energy, but he'll just refuel at the clinic tomorrow morning.]
no subject
Some part of her knows he's right, though. She'll never say it out loud or anything, but she absolutely knows she has to be careful with this second chance at life she's been given. How dumb would it be if she made it this far only to die doing something stupid? Anything's better than video game hell, but wouldn't it be nice to have as much time as possible in real life heaven?
Her dreams are quite pleasant, at least, and she's not the squirmy little thing she typically is when she sleeps. For one, she's comfortable. For two, it's not as if she can move. That might be frightening otherwise when she's stuck during her least favorite time of the day, but his presence has a way of calming her, even when she's unconscious. The same happens when she stirs awake the next morning.
Her momentary fear of him disappearing has no chance of waking with her, having his bodies around him to immediately calm her. She lets out a soft noise of relief when she feels him there. Each of his foreheads get tiny kisses (well, the equivalent of his mech forehead?), then she smiles while admiring them both. She even takes some time to carefully snap a few pictures of their sleeping forms with her Watch. It's probably no shock, however, that she eventually focuses more on the giant bed-breaker side of this perfect sandwich, taking the most pictures of him.
She suppresses a giggle. Even asleep, or whatever he'd call it, he looks like a grump. Is he going to wake up and make grumpy grumbles and fill the whole room with grumpy energy? Probably. But it's okay. That's what she likes about him. It keeps her on her toes, just so she's always the best brat she can be.
One hand comes up to lightly poke around his darkened visor. Sometimes, she wonders if she's been imagining him having eyes under there. Wouldn't it be nice to actually stare into those for once? Especially if she can fully see something like a grumpy glare from him the moment he wakes up. Maybe there's a hidden button she can press to get it open...
Yes, she's woken up and chosen mischief, sneakily prodding around near his visor for a coveted partial face reveal. It's sweet mischief, so it's fine! If he says anything when he wakes up, she'll say she found that part of his head really interesting. Plus, she had to wipe away some smudges from her kisses the previous night. Can't have his metal getting too dirty!
Let her see! She's earned this! ]
no subject
Best of all is that he has Monika sleeping with him. With what he has lost before arriving in this resort, he would've thought he'll be waking up to nobody by his side anymore, but... whether it'll be fate, coincidence, or a gift from above, he's secured knowing that he has a beloved friend by his side.
There's just the slightest of movement when she first touches his helm with her lips, then a soft sigh leaving his vents. He must've felt that in his dream. Though he doesn't seem to feel much at all when she's touching his darkened visor. It does at least lead to the believe that the visor is simply an accessory instead of it being his singular eye.
Soundwave's the type to stir awake at the slightest of sound, on account of his sensitive hearing and being alert all day. Especially touches that are so close to his head? He would be waking up. However, he's not in alert at all times lately, and... he's still sleeping.
It's probably a testament on how safe and secure he feels sleeping with Monika if he's not immediately stirring awake from the touches to his face. Unfortunately for Monika, there doesn't seem to a button on his head at all. No automatic removal of the visor or faceplate. However, she may get the sense that it is removable instead of it being something that's part of his face. Unfortunately, it'll require a strong hand than Monika's to remove it, as it is securely locked in place.
That said, all the touching does eventually stir Soundwave awake.
It's not exactly what she wanted, but, for a few precious seconds, she might see some sort of glow behind the darkened visor, vague shapes that resemble eyes before the visor comes back online and hides them behind the bright red glow. He stares at Monika for a moment, and if she still has her hand on him...]
What.... Are you doing?
[Look at that, he's waking up grumpy.]
no subject
But not entirely busted! She values her ability to put on an act. She can make people believe anything, since she's such a great actress. In other words, she's, you know. A filthy liar. It's all a part of her charm. ♥ ]
Morning, sleepyhead~ [ Her fingers rub somewhere above his visor, as if she's been focusing her "cleaning" efforts up there. ] Sorry, I think I kissed you so much last night, I made some parts your pretty metal super dull!
[ At least she's learned some valuable information through her mischief. There is something under that visor. Who knew she'd wake up and find herself with a new goal to deviously work towards?
This "explanation" of hers probably won't be enough on its own, so alas. She must throw in being a brat to distract him. On the bright(?) side, she'll be sweet about it, just to make cutting through all the grump more effective. ]
Or maybe I wanted to make sure you were awake for your good morning kisses~
[ The love doctor has decreed his faceplate needs lots of kisses! Enjoy about twenty of them, as his prescription requires, soft and gentle. Unless he stops her, anyway. She has faith, however, that he won't. She'll tame the grump, as she always does! ]
no subject
[Can you hear the disbelief in his voice? It's a bit difficult to lie to an empath, but Soundwave still doesn't know what exactly is the lie, here. Even if there is truth to her kissing him so much that it dulls the shine on his faceplate's metal, he knows that isn't the entire truth.
But alas, her distraction strategy works. Whatever lie she's trying to hide, it's probably just something benign with her. Even if it's some stupid prank she's cooking up, he won't ever assume she has malicious intent, and the kisses... They are as good and pleasing as ever.
As she's hoped, he doesn't stop the kisses. Twenty might've been excessive, but who is he to complain about excessive when he kissed her for so long that she was entirely out of breath. So, really, another thing Monika can get away for free.
During the kisses, he'll recall his avatar. Sandwich over, he's preserving what fuel he has left for a small trip to the clinic. Right after they're done with whatever they needed to do in the room, he very, veeery gently grasps her shoulder and pulls her into a big embrace, encouraging more of her good morning kisses to her heart's content, if she so wishes.
Once the good morning kisses are over, he asks.]
What would you like to do now?
[He wont' get up straight away, waiting for Monika to do so before him. In the meantime, one of his metal fingers traces over her back, drawing shapes.]
no subject
It wasn't a terrible plan, anyway. Kissing him is becoming one of her most favorite things, no matter if she's tasting his avatar's lips or the tang of his metal. And while she's lost the extra warmth of his avatar, she's got the warmth she loves--LIKES the most. Tons of it, really, because with him pulling her closer to his larger self, it's like she lost nothing at all.
Is she dreaming again? She fell into the trap of kissing him endlessly, almost to the point she forgot what her intentions were. The idea of staying in bed, broken as said bed was, is beginning to float back into her mind. ]
I could kiss you for the rest of the day, maybe? I don't have to get cleaned up, since I did that when we got back yesterday. So... [ A kiss. ] Maybe I'll just...
[ As she goes in for another kiss, her stomach wins the award for best comedic timing ever and rumbles loudly. Ahh, right. She'd forgotten about that pesky thing called hunger, didn't she? If only her human fuel tank was as efficient as his mech one!
...He probably didn't hear the noise. She clears her throat to cover up any continued pleas for her body to be fed. ]
We'll kiss all day, and maybe make lots of love in between~? Especially if, ahaha... [ One of her hands trails below, seeking the area his amazing spike is lurking under. ] I get a kiss from another part of you?
[ Think with the lower head, Soundwave! Forget the higher one! Use your dick's auxiliary power! ]
no subject
He's about to remind her of their plans until he heard the rumbling from her stomach. Right, he may not know why her stomach made such a disgusting sound, but he can take a guess that it's a plea for her to fill her stomach. If his avatar is still around, he'll be giving Monika his trademark dead-eyed stare. Actually, his real body is giving off that energy, too.
Dumb girl, she should eat! There's still that meal she left on the table!
But Monika's seduction is working to distract him. Whole lots of kissing and love, huh. The idea is tempting, but she should be taking care of herself first! At least eat before fully focusing on him!
A kiss from another part of him? O-oh.... His body twitches at the moment of contact. Not that he minds it also, but he's already said that her legs will be sore if they made love in that manner... Oh, right. She fell asleep when he said that.
While his head is having doubts, it's clear what his body wants. The little twitch at the area where she touched him. How one leg parts slightly to encourage that hand to go under his crotch. How he's pressing towards her hand.
The body doesn't lie. But she may have to clear his doubts aware before he fully succumbed to her hands once again.]
You should get something to eat first.
[He's not saying no.]
We have all day. Shouldn't we go outside the room?
[He's not saying no.]
no subject
Oh. He's receptive. That excites her. Shut up, stomach! She's got a mech to fuck! ]
I can eat later! It's not like I'll die if I don't eat right away. [ That receptiveness below is only making her bolder. He wants this! He hasn't said no, not once! ] And...I have my favorite meal right here in front of me.
[ It's not like being without a meal for over...how long has it been since she last ate? Who knows. Probably not important. The point is, she needs only romance and love-making to feed her. Her fingers dance over the plate keeping his spike covered and WOULD HER STOMACH SHUT UP!!!
Her eyes briefly press closed. Dammit... ]
But. Maybe I'll...have a cookie first.
[ She is determined to make that a meal! ]
no subject
[She's making his faceplate blush blue again. Gosh, favorite meal right in front of her. What, is she trying to make him love---- like her more? Whatever mood she's trying to get into obviously isn't working with her growling stomach interrupting her.
That just intensifies the hard lineface he's making behind the mask.]
.... Go eat a cookie.
[See? He's not fussing over her.... meal choice, and didn't call her an idiot. That's improvement, surely.]
no subject
Make me, Mister Yummy~
[ ...Hmm. Not one of her best. She does need something to eat. Sighing, she wriggles herself free of his hold, then moves to get off the bed. There's a thumping noise followed by a loud squeak when she's forcibly reminded that there's no longer a high drop down to the floor for her to worry about. He saw nothing! She's back on her feet and walking normally!
Soon enough, she finds the picnic basket from yesterday, making a face while poking through it. Whoopsie, a lot of the things in it probably should've been refrigerated. The cookies are still fine, though, so she munches on a few. There, hunger satisfied!
Her stomach growls more.
She grumbles in a way that he probably would, and she finds herself wandering out of her room and to the tray of food she got last night. It's probably fine? Veggies are usually kept at room temperature, so...
He'll probably need to come check on her. Hunger's winning, and she's eating wilted vegetables to quiet it. But hey! She's eating! Dadbot got his way! See what happens when he's not a jerk about it? ]
no subject
She's so embarrassing.
Also, "Mister Yummy"? Yeah, not one of her best. It doesn't even get much of a reaction from Soundwave, aside from utter confusion.
Anyway, he pushes himself up to sit upright, but doesn't move from his spot, waiting for Monika.... Waiting... Waiting....
He can hear her eating, but she sure is taking her time eating a cookie, huh. Eventually, he'll get up and comes check on her. Ducking down to enter the dining room, Soundwave tilts his head at her upon seeing her eating last night's meal. Those... leaves? Greens? Things on her plate look wilted. He doesn't know anything about organic food, but seeing that she's eating them no problem, it's probably safe?]
Ran out of cookies?
[Oh, of course he's going to give her a little bit of snark in the morning. Soundwave leans his back against the wall, arms folded, legs crossed. So casual.]
no subject
Shut up! I'm trying to keep from wasting food!
[ Which is to say, she was really dang hungry. She gives a pout before turning back to her food. The trail mix is fine, at least, and the peanut butter helped cover up how wilted the celery was. The parfait remains untouched. She's not that brave.
After snatching up the bag of trail mix, she stomps her way over to him, swallowing down the carrot so she can properly snark back. He shouldn't be allowed to look so...cool! He gets a cashew thrown at his faceplate. ]
You should be happy! Now you can't say anything about me needing to eat! Because I've eaten!
[ She pauses to eat some of the dried fruit she keeps picking out of the bag. Ahh, so good... ]
No more lovemaking for you. [ For emphasis, she pokes his spike area thing, since it's out in the open and unprotected. Congrats, it's officially now the "spike area thing". ] I think I'll make you pet bunnies instead!
[ How...awful...? ]
no subject
Really, she threw that... whatever that small thing is. How are there so many different food for human? It's confusing...
Anyway, there's no expression to read on his face, but there's a huff of satisfied amusement out of breath. Yup, he's happy that Monika has finally eaten. But he then tilts his head to the side when she... threatens him to not do lovemaking and pet bunnies instead?]
So what we originally planned?
[Like... Sure? He would like to make love to her again, but 1) it wasn't him who tried to rile his own spike up 2) he was the one who wanted to steer her away from that because they have plans today that almost didn't happened because someone here wants to worked him up! So... works for him, really. Lovemaking can come later.]
no subject
[ Because she asked him to do that... ]
And now I have no choice but to do it, because otherwise, you'll be totally grumpy, and that's bad!
[ Seriously... ]
I'm going to get ready. [ Huff! ] And don't go touching your junk while I'm doing it. You're not ruining my stuff with your alien spike jizz!
[ Seriously......
Triumphant, she tosses more fruit into her mouth, then lifts her chin and strolls back into her room. Shockingly, it doesn't take her much time to get ready after that bout of dumb. Part of it is not having to wash her mounds of hair, but also...well, she's excited, okay? He doesn't need to know that!
(Mostly, she doesn't want to be around when housekeeping comes in and sees the broken bed. That's an awkward conversation she's not ready for.)
She's nibbling on another cookie when she wanders out to him, surprisingly not in a dress today. It's a comfy tee and leggings sort of day. If they're going to be getting down and dirty with a bunch of animals, a dress might make that a tad bit difficult. ]
Well? Were you a good bot~?
[ No matter what he got up to in her absence, she'll ask that. It'll probably annoy him, and it's what he deserves. ]
no subject
I do not--
[Primus, this dumb girl......... Really knows how to grind his gear with the weird assumption that he'll even do something as uncouth as that. With a huff, he stays leaning against the wall while he waits for her. At least he doesn't need to get ready like Monika have to. Most he'll have to do is take a napkin and wipe off what drool she left on his faceplate from all the kissing and probably from her sleeping against him.
At the question, there is no verbal answer, but she'll receive a poke to her forehead. He does take a look at her outfit for today. It's certainly different than what clothes she typically wears.
He huffs.]
We're stopping by Broken Wing first. I need to refuel. Last night depleted most of my fuel.
[Because he wanted to keep Monika warm and comfortable. See how nice and thoughtful he is, keeping Monika warm in that sandwich at the expense of his own energy.]
no subject
What happened to one whole week, huh? Not very fuel-efficient, are you~?
[ As if she's one to talk. Good thing she's not the focus, though! After finishing up her sweet treat, she brushes crumbs off her fingers then reaches out to take his hand. ]
Fiiine. And...I guess I can get them to do a better job of patching me up while I'm there. It'd be nice to not have all this gauze poking out from under my shirt.
[ Her depravity needs to be hidden from the world, thank you very much!
She whips around, her ponytail smacking against his leg from the speed she does so, then she tugs him along and out of her room. He very obviously requested that she take control of the situation since he's running on fumes. For shame, having to get tugged around the resort by this tiny little human!
...If he doesn't get annoyed and throw her over his shoulder at some point, anyway. It's what she deserves. ]
So... [ Oh boy, there's that devious energy again. ] Can I feed you?
[ Let her touch the forbidden thing! ]
no subject
[Hmph!!! Despite being all huffy at Monika, he does accept her taking his hand, very gently wrap his fingers around her hand, squeezing very, very lightly.
...........
Whatever nice feeling he's getting from the hand holding immediately lowers when her ponytail smacks his leg. It doesn't hurt, obviously, but it sure does the job of irritating him. She'll get a light, gentle knock on the head for that. Hmph!
That said, he does let the tiny little human tugged him around, so he quietly follows her for now, until she annoyed him enough. The question earns his head tilting down to her.]
................ No.
[Deal with it.]
I do not want you drinking Energon. [Yeah, he's going to assume she's gonna do something as dumb as that. If not....] I am certain that it'll melt your insides if you try to consume.
[Again, he's assuming she'll do something stupid if she has her hands on it. Her fault for showing him how she's dangerously lacking in any self-preservation!]
no subject
[ It's sunk in that it probably took a lot of work to keep the avatar going all night, since he's hinted at that being a strain on him sometimes. How sweet of him...
The appreciation dries up when he talks to her like she's a toddler trying to break open a bottle of pills. Huffing, she pulls her hand away, stomping ahead. He can walk on his own if he wants to bonk her like a toddler, too! ]
I don't want to eat it, you asshole! [ Oooh, his insult's been upgraded again! ] I wanted to learn more about you! It's not like I know much. Maybe if I helped a little with the process, I could learn something!
[ And maybe she wanted to find another place on him that'd be annoying to poke at, but that's not important! She wanted to be nice. Too bad; all ruined! Now he gets to watch her walking away. Bye!
...She also flips him off over her shoulder. The resort's corrupting her, and it's not code that's getting messed up. Blame the people she's been hanging around. ]
no subject
Also, geez. Who taught her such an uncouth gesture.
With a huff, he follows after her. With how much longer his legs are to her, he could easily catch up to her from behind. With the silence hanging in the air above them, it does give Soundwave some time to ruminate. The more he thinks, the more he's feeling bad about what assumption he made towards her, and knowing that she wanted to learn more about him, it does touched him a little deep inside. With another huff...]
Perhaps what I've said was unwarranted. I apologize.
[There. She managed to make him feel bad all on his own. Though, honestly, if he knew that she's also doing this just so she'd find a place to annoy him, he probably wouldn't try to placate Monika.]
no subject
Soon enough, they're nearly to the clinic. Her arms have been crossed out of petulance for most of their quiet journey, but it's easy enough to tell she's not entirely upset. Just a bit disappointed. ]
You don't have to apologize. [ Pause. ] Well, no. I like that. You should do that more often.
[ What? As if she's going to turn down something so rare! ]
Just...let me learn a few things? Pretty please?
[ They've arrived. Ever so polite, she gestures for him to enter first. ]
I'd like to know more about my best friend. That's all.
[ "Best friend", huh? Another upgrade! A mild one, since she can't use a stronger word and all. ]
no subject
Knowing that it's a genuine desire to learn about him, it just makes him feel even more terrible about the comments he made earlier. But he swallows it down. Monika seems to accept his apology, and that's all that matters. Best friend, though? That... Definitely fits their mildly friendly relationship. Right, mildly and friendly. He not only struggle to use a stronger word to describe this, but he's still refusing to acknowledge it.]
I am... fine with that.
[Before he enters the clinic first, he extends a hand out towards Monika to take.
Either way, he meets up with the receptionists and gives them only two words. "Energon". "Fizzy". And seems like they know what he wanted and quickly excuses themselves. The clinic seems awfully busy today, but Soundwave pays no mind to the surrounding whatsoever.
He needs his sustenance, and it looks like they procure his needs rather quickly. Nice, quick service! The nurse comes back to him with what appear to be three bottle flasks. After taking them off their hands, Soundwave gives them an appreciative nod and leads Monika out of the clinic. One of his forearms' metal slides open to reveal a port hidden underneath, exposing the grey and black wires and exoskeleton underneath.
Then, mechanisms whirring, the metal inside starts to move and turn, the port extends out, and and out comes what appears to be some sort of funnel poking out of his arm. (
Left side of the img. mun's too lazy to crop). Letting go her arm, he's about to pop open one of the big flask, only to pause and looks down at Monika.]We should find somewhere to sit first. Perhaps a cafe?
[He knows she already ate a meal, but it would be nice to share a drink with a friend.]
no subject
Good, you jerk. But at least you're a sweet one.
[ In they go! Not being one who visits the clinic often, she doesn't take note of how busy it is for different reasons. Maybe all the flowers have caused a spate of allergies? Who knows. She focuses instead on watching and listening curiously as he makes his request. What'll it look like, this Energon stuff? She'll have to find out in a bit, because she has her own task to complete.
It's rare that she actively uses her rank to her advantage, but she does it today, not wanting to take away from the time she has with her sweet jerk. She works her way past most of the queue and gets some of the same nice, quick service for all the wrong reasons. Before long, her wound's patched up properly, and there's hardly a sign of her insanity visible when she's back at his side.
And--oh. That's something. She blinks rapidly at the sneak peek behind the curtain he gives her of his arm's inner workings. If she'd seen the movie, she'd probably be cracking Terminator jokes by now. As it is, she's fighting the urge to comment that this is giving her strong Soylent vibes, because imagine your main form of sustenance being so same-y! Then again, maybe Energon comes in fun flavors for some variety. ]
Sure~ I wouldn't mind a little pick-me-up! [ The caffeine withdrawal headache would suck if she didn't get her daily coffee in her, anyway. ] Off to Birdbucks~
[ Which doesn't take long at all to find a location of, considering how much she frequents them. Again, she throws her rank around, just so she can get her drink order brought out to her table instead of having to wait for it at the counter. Time is precious! If only she could've found mech-sized seats, though. She chose some seating outside to give him plenty of room on the floor, at least? ]
Question! How does it feel when you do that? You know, when you let your arm-mouth out. Is it sensitive? [ Then, after the barest amount of hesitation: ] Can I touch it?
[ It's as close to a mouth as she can get right now, okay?! ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)