TDM 04

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.

Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】

BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT

As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

▷ Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to all this wondrous new property that’s just opened up. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a room, of course. Don’t worry, that’s what the bunk beds are for!

▷ Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a light and breezy linen, patterned with tropical flowers and colorful designs. Some of these robes are more sheer than others. Watch out that the gentle breeze on the beach doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

▷ Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.

THOSE WHO POUND SAND

▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

▷ Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or are holding something particularly tasty may find themselves surrounded by these lifeguards out of nowhere. The seagulls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair until they get what they want. Hope you didn’t like your sand castle very much. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards, 2s, and 3s just for the heck of it.

▷ Being new hires and fairly low on the resort staff hierarchy, these troublemakers can be easily chased off by someone of a high enough rank, or an assertive enough presence to pass as one. T-they’re not scared! They just remembered they have a mandatory group cawing session to get to! Buzz off!

FUN IN THE SUN

DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”

Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

▷ The signature item at this cookout are the Flamin’ Hop Skewers. Made due to the current overpopulation in the Conservatory, these spicy-sweet — emphasis on the spicy — glazed skewers temporarily grant those who consume them the soul of a rabbit, including their insatiable desire to mate. Any rabbits that resort-goers have formed an attachment with have not been culled, so don’t worry about your precious buns!

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.

A SHOW OF STRENGTH

▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

▷ The goal is to smash the watermelon the staff give you until the succulent red fruit inside is splattered all across the tarp, perfect for falling comically into or... eating, if you’re into that. The rules are that you must use your buttocks to do so, and you only get two tries. Successfully cracking open the watermelon on the first try will earn characters a large payout, and if it’s on the second try, a medium payout.

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.

DAYDREAM PARASOLS

▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

▷ While asleep, characters will discover they’re sharing a dream with their umbrella-mate. The dream is always set on the same beach as the waking world, but there are floating clouds and sparkles in a range of pastel colors. Other beachgoers are faceless, if not entirely absent. It’s just the two of you.

▷ Anything the characters think of can drift in and out of the dreamscape, including but not limited to items from home, scary monsters to dramatically rescue your partner from, and strange abilities to fly or float through the air. However, characters will also be at full suit activation in the dream. Once both characters orgasm or they naturally wake up from their naps, they’ll find things are entirely back to normal, as much as they ever are in the resort.

NOTES

▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.

▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.

▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!

▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.

TWINKLING CURRENTS

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS

As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.

Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.

SWIM UP TO THE BAR

▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

▷ HOLDING ON TO SUMMER. This cocktail brings seaberry-gin, limoncello, white crème de cacao, and freshly squeezed lemon juice over pebbled ice, wrapping you in decadent flavors accenting the season. Drinking this cocktail can cause you to be overcome with the desire to lean back and sink into the ocean itself, but fret not! It also grants you the wonderful ability to breathe underwater, no gills required! And it’s topped with a yummy little ball of white chocolate.

▷ MANGO STAR. A delightfully bright drink in a highball glass, the combination of elderflower rose syrup and seaberry-gin floats a summery pink over the orange mixture of mango juice, lime juice and honey syrup on the bottom. On top are two cute little stars cut out of mango, accented with mint leaves. Guests who drink this cocktail report some confusion in the identity of other guests, as just one drink is enough to shift perception of others. Other characters may appear to be different guests of the resort, or familiar faces from home.

▷ SEABERRY FLORADORA. This is a vibrant cocktail made of seaberry-gin, ginger beer, lime juice and raspberry syrup, highlighted by floral ice cubes and edible flowers. Despite its bright pink color indicating a level of cheerfulness for the summer, this flavorful cocktail causes guests to be quickly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. The longer this sensation goes on, the more guests will try to seek out company to aid in the ache, even if it means appearing quite desperate in the process. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ BLACKBERRY ROSEMARY GIMLET. Blackberries, rosemary sprigs, simple syrup, and a combination of seaberry-gin and lime juice make this aromatic cocktail. It’s double strained over ice and garnished with a blackberry on a pick, giving it a regal appearance. Drinking this cocktail causes obsessive and possessive behavior, however — sometimes to extreme levels. Should your partner choose this cocktail to drink, you may not want to mention anything that could make them jealous. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

▷ A fireworks show is held every night, from 10PM until 1AM. The noises are just loud enough to block out a whispered confession timed correctly, but aren’t quite enough to inhibit conversation. Most of the fireworks are from a design series known as Matteo’s Masterpieces, and range from the standard burst to abstract shapes to... well, you know. Unlike the sloppy doodles found in the margins of books while Swan Lake was decaying, all of the boobs and dicks blasted across the sky are very well rendered. For fireworks.

SANDY SCAVENGING

A GAME OF BEACHES

It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down and then publicly spanked by a SEAGULL LIFEGUARD.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Naked Yolk Kink Vouchers and an extra-large payout. Winners will also be given a limited edition WINNER pin. Any guests wearing a WINNER pin will be treated as kings and queens of the beach, and be permitted to command any other guests as they see fit.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down, stripped, and then strapped into the fuck pillory by our SEAGULL LIFEGUARDS. Losers will be free game for other guests to use for their pleasure.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

NOTES

▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.

INTO THE DEPTHS

IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE

Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!

Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.

TUMBLING DOWN

▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

▷ Feel free to make up any sort of vehicle rentals in general, as long as they’re reasonable in size — they should be able to accommodate 1-2 characters at most. A waverider would be okay, but a yacht would not.

▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.

A RISING FLOOD

▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

▷ Characters living in the rank 2, 3, and 4 suites may notice that in addition to having leaks in the hallway, their own rooms are also flooding. This can range anywhere from a constant, unpleasantly damp floor, to having an entire cascade of water blow them and any other unsuspecting guests down several hallways the moment their door is opened. Life vests are recommended.

▷ The flooding will intensify as the event goes on, culminating in some of the maintenance levels being entirely underwater towards the end of the event. Once the event is over, the flooding will recede within about a day, leaving only a few water stains here and there as evidence of their presence.

NOTES

▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.

▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

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OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your 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 June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!

▶ 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). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ 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.

▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[minitrue]

It's... something.

( Hard to describe, but easy to enjoy. A sunset that comes to you, one that doesn't require you to chase it across Hours, timezones... For a place so bustling, things can appear so still within Penacony. Time is frozen between Hours, unable to be denoted by the position of the ever-frozen sun. )

Do things change around here at night?

( Back home, each Hour is so distinct from the one before it. It doesn't seem too strange a question to ask. What should really expect from night, anyway? In Penacony, people don't hide their dark desires behind the cover of a dimly lit sky — they sin in broad daylight. )

[emyoji]

[ Seimei might sense something uncanny in the stranger, a more-than-human energy that lingers in the way the guy catches his eyes, but he's rarely worried about any dangers and hasn't come across anything outright alarming since entering the resort. So maybe his guard is lowered more than it should be, but Charlie seems like a nice enough guy, right? Right.

Anyway, he's managed to get by for a thousand years so far. He's sure it'll work out. ]

Some walking, but those birds won't leave me alone. They've been harassing me every time I try to relax.

[ It's because of his lower rank and mild personality, but Seimei just hasn't bothered to assert himself. And thus he continues to be picked on by seagulls. ]

I'd rather be doing that. [ He waves his hand in imitation of Charlie's "fucking" dismissive gesture. ] At least that is more fun.

[befehl]

So the person in charge must have deemed you worthy. Did you not like it in there?

( This realm is projecting features of their pasts, then. Sunday studies his features while he explains the nature of the building. That expression Olivine wears - Sunday is familiar with it and it tugs his heartstrings so. He's not sure why, perhaps this is another one of the House's tricks to tinker with his emotions based on his company or environment.

As they approach, memory bubbles begin to seep up from the sands. They're as light as he remembers them in the dreamscape. He wonders if they might be able to extract memories from it as well. )

These bubbles. They're commonly found where I'm from. I'm not entirely familiar with their innerworkings but you might be able to access memories if they have the same composition as the real ones.

They might be useful if we do end up lost, no?

[softstoneheart]

[ Aventurine brought her cornerstone (and Jade's) to the table. The talk about her, Jade and Aventurine being tighter than The Family is most likely true. ]

It's not like malicious or anything, but we usually go back and forth. I give back just as much I get.

[ And she's pretty proud of that. Her smile is fond, like she misses it. More accurately, she misses the more innocent and familiar daily life they don't have here. Their bickering is comfy; it's more honest than him peacocking about.

She considers how much she wants to say as she polishes off the rest of her dessert. Her concentration has made her negligent of the very important task of petting the bird all but shoving itself in her hand. They screech for attention, nipping light at her fingertips to remind her of what her hand is meant to do. She obliges immediately, and decides to continue the conversation. ]

He vibes with this setting pretty well: he gambles of course, and he's way more experienced with sex and poking around risky places. So basically, he said I can focus on resort research and community outreach, and he'd worry about the rest.

[tfy]

[Hiyori watches him swipe at the projection, reflected against the wall of the nearest beachfront cabana. Immediately he uncovers one of the many nasty truths about this place: the constant surveillance. It's possible the House has listened in on their whole conversation. But at this point, Hiyori's had too many discussions with other people about the possibility of escape, or about going against the House, to be overly concerned about facing punishment. What are they going to do, throw him in that cushy jail again? How utterly terrifying! Not! Though, he would like to avoid getting cursed the way Rinne was last month...

There's strength in numbers, though, and he hears that "we" loud and clear. It helps keep the smile on his lips. This guy is rude, brash, and has the power to deal real damage to people, but he's not just out for himself. Which makes sense, because a real hero wouldn't be!

It'll surely take more than just one hero to solve this mess, though.]

I'm prepared to do whatever's needed, but I do think my strengths lie elsewhere. I wasn't raised to be a soldier, but I can divert the enemy using other means. Or I could boost morale from the sidelines, like one of those singers who's sent to rally the troops! ♪

[He chirps that last thing while knowing full well that the other boy will not be impressed. Then he adds, almost offhandedly:]

And I'm not too bad at setting traps, either, I guess.

[Or scheming. He doesn't like it, really—he'd prefer to just relax and not have to fight or manipulate others. But those skills, honed during the "War" and through competition with other idols, could come in handy in a place like this.

His eyes glance towards the map. The place really is huge, and Bakugo will have to scroll a lot and zoom in if he wants to see what's on every floor! But as for that question:]

I'm not sure how many people have taken a direct approach like that, but he can't be the only one. At the very least, all of us have searched for an exit at some point. But there just isn't one—not in the lobby, the garage, anywhere. Or at least that's what they want us to think, since we're supposed to believe "Game 52" is the only way to get back home.

[And then his smile finally falls off his face, his expression turning grim as he says his next piece.]

There should be an explanation about that on your watch. I'd rather not explain that one myself. Just be sure to take everything they say with a grain of salt. There's absolutely no reason to think they wouldn't lie to us, in my opinion.

[softstoneheart]

Last time I had bunny ears and so did most of the people I saw. I'll have to adjust my notes.

[ new information is never a bad thing, even if it counters what she already knows. Her fox ears perk up just thinking about it, twitching as she adds the info to her mental data bank. ]

What kind of animal features did you have?

[ she tries to imagine him as a bunny or a fox. ]

[factoring]

Hm? What made it seem like I wasn't stubborn?

[ Seems like he just decided that on his own without getting to know her that well.

And now he's suffering for it. ]

those who pound sand

[emyoji]

[ Seimei has been having difficulty with the seagull lifeguards. It's mostly because he doesn't particularly like to use his spells for violence, and especially not in the resort where his energy is more limited. He's been trying to dodge them for the most part, but when he sees the impressively tall and intimidating looking cat, he naturally heads right in his direction. What better way to avoid being bullied then to make friends with a mean looking predator who can scare the bullies away for you!

He grins as he comes up to the cat struggling with his new headgear. ]

Oh, I think you should leave it. You can treat it like a trophy and warn others not to mess with you.

[ Really helpful advice there. Yes it's just to amuse himself, but it might also be true? It does look a bit like he beat up a lifeguard. ]

scavenger hunt

[redfeathers]

( While Hawks isn't in any particular hurry to finish the scavenger hunt, he's already found a few things. He isn't in need of any sunglasses based on his appearance - a pair folded with one leg hanging from the collar of his shirt, a pair nestled into the messy hair, and a comically large pair with red lenses he's wearing properly.

But seeing Scott laying there peacefully? Hawks can't help but think the other man is just asking to be bothered. Especially considering people are going to see those shades and think they're up for grabs.

He makes his way closer quietly, crouching neatly beside him, perfectly balanced on the balls of his feet. One of his wings shift, flexing as he listens to the sounds around him, focusing on the way Scott breathes. He doubts he's asleep, but he still considers if he should bother him at all. Scott speaks, though, and he grins down at him. )

What if I was looking for a kiss? Is that a no, too?

( There's that familiar teasing edge to his voice, and his lips are curved on a small, amused smile. )

[hatefuldays]

[ Hot and-- ]

Oh.

[ That's right, she hasn't felt that in a few hundred years, either. Did it feel like this? Was it this strong, or did they really find a way to drug a robot?

No, focus on the important questions! She should leave, right? Just go somewhere alone and wait for this to run its course.

Alone. Just thinking it makes her feel like panicking. ]

I, um...

[ She's getting redder by the moment, but doesn't take her eyes off of Weiss for a second. ]

I don't... want to leave you alone...

[befehl]

( Sunday is as close to his God as anyone could get to for he is THEIR chosen one. Seeing is believing, so go ahead and study him - it's not like he can fly away. )

Yes. Our largest economy is in the dreamscape of Golden Hour, where you can indulge in just about anything you can dream of. I guess you could say it's where dreams come true.
( Well, except for those who dream of death.

Sunday observes him - it takes one cagey individual to know one. He respects his privacy, anyway. Sunday isn't unnecessarily nosy so he looks away as he softly exhales. Hmph.

And the halo is part of him. Here in the realm of reality, it is condensed energy taking this shape. If Rei was stupid enough to try and touch it without permission, his hand would simply go through it. If they were to sleep by the parasols, though, and enter some type of dream, then this energy would become tangible.

His wings, on the other hand ... They're sensitive, but it's a common occurrence that people are curious about them. They represent his nobility, his bloodline. Not all Halovians have them. )

Then by that logic, I suppose that means we are currently living in the House of God. It only makes sense to follow their rules.

Not that I want to. I'm only loyal to the Great One. Perhaps that's why they like taunting us with things like these projections.

[factoring]

[ The heat in her body feels like it's piercing down to her very soul. A kind of desperate need she didn't think would very truly exist. Touch might not be the cure to all her ailments, but it's certainly helping with the heat that's overtaking her and overwhelming her ability to properly think.

His hands on her hips, his erection under her, when it should be in her.

To hell with the location, she wants what she wants, and she's going to get it now. If somebody else sees them, that's their problem.]

Haaa... [Pressing their lips together, biting and bruising, while she's rubbing her crotch against his.] How can you even... think about that...?

[befehl]

( The searing flesh on his neck doesn't get a chance to recover. The sensation of desire throbs sinfully in his veins when Gallagher's mouth steals the breath from him. The gravity of their paths would never allow this to happen. One of them finds its fate deep in hell, and the other far up with the royals of Penacony, leading a choir to absolution.

Yet he has never felt a presence as warm as Gallagher's right now. This is further proof that here, he is real. His hand can reach out to him and cradle his jawline firmly in their kiss. Sharing the same air until there is nothing else to give. Sunday even ends up on his toes just so he can properly meet him, awkwardly, feeling every prick of his hair and breathing him in.

For death is the only path they will ever share. After this, who knows.

Sunday's lips are left with a clear sheen of saliva, reddened slightly. )

Save your insincere praise, you Hound.

( He gets it, he's not some sex god. Every pressure point, every inch of skin is prone to swarm with hotness as soon as it's touched. Sunday glances towards the locked door, paranoid, feeling exposed and seen through. His mouth feels defiled, fulfilled and starved.

The little strip show consists of Sunday stepping out of the trunks glaring at him, his stupid, beautiful face. His eyes are the same as always, unique in their own way despite them being stolen. The light above shines well against the energy on his halo, over every curve of light muscle. The trail of hair on his abdomen is less prominent than Gallagher's, silver, and darker as it reaches over his swelled cock. He keeps himself groomed but not clean shaven.

And he doesn't sit on him, but he does walk between his generously spread legs, taking a hold of his wrist tightly to guide him directly where he wants, up between his thighs. It takes everything not to make a sound. )

Don't think you can slack here just like you did in Penacony. So have me.

( Besides, he's the more experienced one. Show him how it's done, Gallagher. Put the former Family Head in a scandalizing position. )

[belialedge]

[ He can barely think to begin with right now. But that's becoming less and less of a problem with every passing second as Kyoko crushes their lips together, the sensation of her crotch rubbing over that bulge urging him to moan into her mouth. To part his lips and delve his tongue to roll with hers as he drinks the taste of her down. Dizzying. Everything is so fucking dizzying right now as he gets a chance to fleetingly breath to answer her. ]

Hell if I knew...

[ But gods he wasn't going to get anywhere this way if they just kept rubbing and dry grinding on the other between trunks and skimpy bikini bottoms. A large hand possessively claps Kyoko's ass. Not quite a spank, if the way he keeps his hand there after and squeezes was telling, forcing her to rub and grind on his dick even harder than before. Usually it'd take a couple more moments to work him up. To get him good and ready and hard for her. But this was a dream.

Dreams didn't need to make sense, for how long it was going to take to rile him to no end. For Kyoko to get her prize as his other hand shoves itself between their bodies to snap the waistband of his shorts up so he can at least push the front of them down. Kyoko's body rubs further up his body just for a moment. Long enough for when his cock does finally spring free, that when she grinds back down, she'd be able to feel it, hot and throbbing when it slaps against her ass, already dripping wet with glistening precum. ]

[perfectdistance]

Helps to have a teacher.

[ A little smile in response.

The stars shift, but the constellations they traced aren't that elaborate. Maybe they will pop back up again. ]

What about you? Anythin' in the stars that reminds you of home?

[schmisse]

[ Weiss' face is just as red, if not redder. Her cheeks look rather bright given her pale complexion. And while *Hyun-ae doesn't look away from Weiss, she does for a moment.

She normally isn't this bold towards a stranger, but she places a hand over the other girl's, lacing their fingers together. With her eyes focused on her plate, it's a lot easier to be honest. So long as she isn't called out for it, then she'll continue being so despite the lack of eye contact. ]

I feel the same way. [ Weiss thinks she can hold out until they get back to the beach, but that means swimming or taking a boat back. Or they could fly on her Queen Lancer. That was always an option. She isn't sure if *Hyun-ae can hold on. ] Let's find a way to get to those small houses.

[belheir]

I'm not here to pester anyone.

[It does seem like Akechi is trying to shoo him away though. Does he feel guilty over what happened previously? Maybe. Maybe he's actually learning that being a dick isn't going to get him his way.]

[belheir]

[One day, Scott will learn that sometimes some people shouldn't be helped, and that it's truly just not worth it.

Today won't be that day. But maybe it'll serve as a warning for the future.]

What, like you need some dirty talk build up? I'm probably the worst person to ask for that.

[He wouldn't know how to dirty talk if his life depended on it, and Kazuya absolutely knows this.

(He's way better at it when he lets the horny demons do the talking with his mouth.)]

[belheir]

Sure. I don't mind.

[He's got enough cash macca chips to at least buy some sort of decent dinner. How does Minato feel about a beachstand hotdog? What about two beachstand hotdogs?

A very romantic hotdog get away...

Anyway, follow him! He's already starting to wander off towards one of those stands.]

[abit_ofboth]

"The multiverse is a good thing, despite the existence of this place." His tone is more amused than anything else though he believes what he's saying. He's fought very hard to make sure everyone has a fighting chance, not matter what decisions they've made. That does not mean he has to enjoy every timeline, this one included.

The look of recognition on her face is evident and Loki can't help but smile, though it's tinted with a bit of sadness. No matter what this place wants him to think, this woman is most definitely not Sylvie. But he is interested in talking to her. It's not easy for anyone when they first arrive.

He leans back on the sand and crosses his legs at the ankle. "Doesn't really suit me anymore, I suppose. I've experienced a few things later that have made me see things differently."

[minitrue]

( Once Gallagher finds a way to restore his new Master to his former glory, there's no telling where things will lie between them. As it stands, this Hell is a respite, an unseen space between worlds where anything goes. It's never been Gallagher's vision of Hell previously. He'd imagined this place as a finale, a stopping point. Hell, to him, should be the end of everything.

Instead, he's finding it to be a new beginning.

Strange, isn't it? Only in death have they begun to live. )

Huh...

( Sunday's impatience guides him forward, but he doesn't take the lead. As expected, Gallagher finds Sunday's cock to be as beautiful as everything else about him. He holds him, feels him, gives into the temptation to briefly run his tongue along the now-exposed head. The taste is smooth and soft — a cock like champagne [? no, wrong adjunct flavoring, try again]. Everything about him is nothing short of elegant, an adjective that Gallagher can't imagine using for anyone else's body.

On Sunday, it just works. )

I get the feeling you don't know what you're asking for. ( He pulls away, looking up at Sunday with a hazy, self-assured gaze. ) It isn't clean.

( As if to exemplify the slovenly, licentious act being proposed, Gallagher takes a moment to drag two fingers onto his waiting tongue, coating them casually. There's real lube about, plenty of it, but Gallagher is only offering a tease in place of the real thing as presses them against Sunday's ass. It's not enough to push inside, but something to get Sunday an idea of what's to come, palpitative, urgent, but deliberately obfuscasive, resting on the gates of Heaven without taking the step needed to go inside.

Is if he'd lost it, Gallagher scrapes his teeth along Sunday's torso to get his attention, the dog. )

What do you know about this? Hm?

[minitrue]

So, this is the kind of place you can come back to...

( Though he says it aloud, it's more to himself than anyone else. His greatest question — where — doesn't seem to have a concrete answer. If this is Death, then leaving seems unlikely. Death should be final, not a place one comes and goes as they please.

Gallagher, an arbiter of 'Death' in the dreamscape, feels strongly about that. )

Naturally. ( This place isn't that much of a free-for-all, regardless of how it sounds on the outside. Walls, it is! ) I can't say I've strayed all that far from the beach in my explorations, but my bungalow isn't far. Should make for a nice, beachy backdrop.

I'm Gallagher. Sorry for not saying that sooner. ( Chivalry isn't dead, even when asking for nudes. ) Who might my model be?

[minitrue]

( Gallagher is responsible, and respectable, and elusive, and all of those other things when the time calls for it. Alongside those harrowing attributes, he's got an affinity for what some might consider bad — drinking, trouble making, instigating, lying, and, of course, women. He's earned himself a reputation as a rancorous bachelor back home, much to the chagrin of those around him.

Which is to say, if a pretty young thing takes up post beside him, far be it from this Head of Security to toss her aside. He's off the clock, anyway. )

Good to know. Sounds like a skill that's sure to come in handy around here.

( In regard to the sun, the food, and/or the attitude towards sex in this place, Gallagher finds them all just as likely from what he's seen. He spreads his legs beneath the table, allowing their knees to touch. )

Gallagher. ( He says it like it doesn't mean much, and it shouldn't. He helps himself to a chunk of his own, then passes the skewer to his new companion so she can eat as she likes. Being hungry is no fun; she doesn't have to nickle and dime a meal out of him if he can help it.

He props an elbow up on the table and rests his chin in his palm, watching her. ) Who might I have the pleasure of dining with this afternoon?

[skinstitch]

( slurring, pressed up against his side, palms sandwiched together, fingers threatening to entwine, kajiyama continues on. they're words that should elate him, and instead, he finds he doesn't know how they make him feel. it's nothing against kajiyama, and nothing against his assumptions, and maybe that had been what had drawn them together in the first place: the fact that he had looked like the kind of person who wouldn't bat an eye at the mention of suicide, murder, prison, the fact that kajiyama had needed to find someone who might understand. he doesn't want to call himself somewhere safe: he's never been a safe place, for anyone, and the safe places that he had sought out himself hadn't been safe at all. natsu had tried to understand, but even he had grown tired of him; by the time he'd made it to the league, he hadn't trusted anyone, or anything, enough to lean on them like that. in some ways, that makes kajiyama a hell of a lot braver than he is; he's almost jealous of it, the fact that he could just come out and say it all, even with the crutch of alcohol.

why does it matter? why should he be bothered? some twist of his head tells him that's he's won something here, that he's finally got kajiyama, warm and wanting, pressed into his side like he wants to be there, like he doesn't want to be anywhere else. but there's the other twist, some painful knife in the back of his thoughts, that tears them open like a stomach spilling with viscera: he's a terrible fucking person, who has actually murdered people, innocent people, and he's telling kajiyama not to feel guilty for something that maybe someone else in this resort would challenge him about, the way a good person should. give it a few days, a week, and will kajiyama confess to someone else, someone better, come back to him and look at him like he's a monster?

why the fuck does that bother him, so much?

even as kajiyama works against his side, making their steps clumsy as they work across the sand, further away from the bustle of the bar under the fabricated night sky, he tightens his hold. tense, his fingers snake in, a hand that gropes to hold kajiyama's as close as he can, pressed between them; it feels so strange, different in a way that makes his stomach want to bottom out. the problem is, now he's left with only his own secrets, pushed out onto the chopping block: and what's kajiyama going to look like, when he knows more of it? )

Are you gonna give me shit? ( gentle and warmed over by the liquor, his gaze goes out towards the water--like he's dancing around it all, skating around it like he can figure out a better way to put it. some way to twist it all so that kajiyama doesn't pull away, doesn't stop looking at him like he hung the stars. )

If I tell you the rest. You're still gonna want to be here with me?

( with anyone else, he would have already used it like a weapon, would have cut right through it all--god, what the fuck kind of feeling is this? is he actually scared of something, here? )

I've killed people with my own hands. It's not my fault, but I did it. If you can't handle that, I can pretend to understand.

[skinstitch]

( oh, there it is. there's an immediate wince, his eyes squinting away from bakugou's literal explosion--seriously, how is a kid like this ever going to be a hero? such a pain in the ass. he's beginning to regret silently agreeing to some kind of truce; it would be better just to take bakugou around the neck and snap it for the silence. nevermind the fact that he'd been alarmingly similar, as a child--

his head tilts, angling away, as though the erratic yelling is enough to force him to turn around in the other direction. )

How long have I been here? Six months, give or take.

( despite the voracity of bakugou's outburst, his voice is its usual low murmur, bemused, one hand lifting out of his pockets to rub at his forehead like a headache is going to start if he has to deal with this fucking kid a moment longer.

still: when he turns, it's more with dubious invitation to be followed, a tilt of his head and a narrowing of his eyes at bakugou as if to imply you coming? )

Guess it's closer to seven now, I don't know. No one told you all that shit? Your watch will explain it to you or whatever.

( a slight roll of his eyes, and then a sneering sort of laugh. )

All that hero training and you don't even figure out the conditions of your imprisonment? What a waste.

You have to fuck to survive here. Might get some credits or whatever at the beginning of every month, but that's hardly enough. The more you fuck, the more you get paid. ( a playful lift of his brow: ) Sorry, am I embarrassing you, firecracker?