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

[massochism]

[Honestly, even given more context, he would still feel this way. To have to lose your family when you cared deeply about them, and worse still—for them to turn up in opposition... that's an idea he can feel sorrow for.]

Mm. That's more common than you might think, Ragna. People often find themselves driven by their anger, their fear, some enemy they can see in the distance. It's easy to make decisions even you regret later, for the future you want, or think you want. But it's important to remember that you aren't just the sum of those things, too.

[As he listens to the other speak and responds in turn, Olivine watches quietly as Ragna's expressions shift and change. It's true that being in a place like this can give its own sort of levity and the drinks may be enhancing that, but what lies beneath is still him. The priest can understand this feeling all too well.]

Yes. If you try, it may still end up worse than you hoped... but if you don't hope, you don't try, and then you know you'll get nothing. And you may be hurting people you never knew would be hurt by your apathy.

[befehl]

If you could pass on to the next world, forever forfeiting your memories and conscious to the sea of nothingness, would you take the chance?

( Sunday and his rhetorical questions what else is new, as if he doesn't already know the answers. Yet he speaks as if it is a prayer for each other, a promise to continue their existence as long as they're allowed to. If Gallagher won't let Sunday rot away as stone, then Sunday won't let him erode, either. Physically or spiritually. )

You're not some dumb dog, you know by now what this Hell is about. So yes, I know what I'm asking, why do you think...

( And that's where his voice gives, broken between politeness and a sudden rush of actual stars fogging his vision. He swallows his words, tensing for him and growing beautifully hard for his that lying tongue. Even his knees feel weak so he's having to clutch onto his soft hair - and this is just a tame little flick over his cockhead. Another part of him Gallagher can claim forever as his first.

Pleasure has always been a complicated, far away illusion. Masturbating is alright, but doing this with Gallagher is like getting pierced through his chest. Having Gallagher explore him, his balls and taint until those sleek fingers find their way over his shut hole scatters his morals. His gaze has never been so divine on him, gazing past those red eyes and allowing himself to lust freely for Gallagher. Sunday's hips roll carefully over the feeling of his fingers. He lifts one knee over the edge of the bed trying to give him more space and arching involuntarily. )

In theory, I know enough.

( In practice? Nothing. )

[wray]

[ Six wants to protest, to tell Sunday that none of this is necessary, but the man is already looking for something to help him with before he can say anything. He falls silent and says nothing more, waiting like a good dog by the vanity.

When Sunday comes back, he offers his hands. His knuckles are the worst off, most bloodied since he's always fought with his fists, especially given that callouses and smaller scars have worn them down over time. But scars like this are only skin-deep, never quite reaching the ones that linger on even after these have faded after a while. ]

You don't have to go this far.

[ It's not something he deserves. ]

[massochism]

Oh, no. I enjoyed learning there immensely—the professors were largely compassionate and patient. Though part of my aptitude was simply the fact that my parents are both priests, that I was set to become one myself, and that magic is simply something we learn.

[That's simplifying it a bit and also sidestepping what he didn't like about it, but the two are largely unrelated to his expression.]

It's just that I don't think it's so simple to decide who will be a good student, or a good mage, by way of arbitrary rules no one really knows. Even their claims that it would keep out bad actors was proven false, not so long ago.

[As his explanation fades, they're allowed just a short reprieve before the next change—Sunday's explanation has his lips pressing together, thoughtfully.]

... yes, they might. Do you... know what sort of memories they usually house? And are they easy to use?

[He's definitely not asking this because most of his memories are tainted with anger or pain or guilt, up until the last few years. Honestly, he'd wonder if they were even compatible with him if not for the fact that they seem to be in some kind of dreamscape as it is.]

[sleepyone]

It still doesn't have a hot spring in it. [It doesn't, just a nice loft with a clawfoot tub. Peaceful, perfect for sitting back in with a book and some candles and a glass of wine- but it was a completely different vibe!]

Aww, do you miss being low rank, already? It was nice to dote on you and treat you to things you couldn't normally have. Now we're both spoiled. [it gets kind of boring, doesn't it? Marina doesn't say as much, but the thought is hanging in the air, a hint of dissatisfaction to be a face card, coveted and well resourced.]

[hatefuldays]

Okay. Yeah. Okay.

[ Part of her wants to throw herself at Weiss right here and now. How would it feel to taste those lips? To put her hands on every inch of her body? To hell with the people watching, they could just--

No, no! Keep yourself together! That would ruin your reputation on day 1! Be discreet.

Trying to force herself to remain calm, an increasingly difficult task, she takes Weiss's hand and follows her obediently. ]

...It won't take long, right? Um... This is allowed, right? Even if, you know...

[ Even if neither of them are men. ]

[virtuesignal]

[Concord listens, hums in something like disgruntled acknowledgement. This place has many strange fascinations by his measure... He doesn't doubt what he's being told, quite the trusting sort by his nature.

He hands over a couple water bottles; cool, full, and well sealed.]

Make your own attempt, I will keep watch for any foul play. [He doesn't mind if Six can accomplish what he wanted to, having no aversion to stolen valor. A good deed done is what matters, not who could be credited to accomplishing it.]

[holeinwall]

[ Her shoulders jerk upward when she winces at that single word. Void. If there's anything that makes her uncomfortable, it's thinking about the screaming nightmare she'd end up trapped in whenever the Player quit the game. Nice to know there's another place in the universe that she'd absolutely hate to visit! This only makes her temptations boil over from their intensity. When she's upset, she wants to do anything to put a lid on that. If she can't think about bad things, they can't affect her.

She's still staring at him. She doesn't see the shape he makes in the sky. But she keeps struggling, keeps working to make one last attempt to be good. ]

Ahaha. Kinda like star-ception, huh? I heard you like stars, so I put a star in your stars...

[ Good God, she's memeing. Of all the times! ]

Er. Well. Our--my?--the Aquarius I know is like this... [ She makes some vague shape that looks nothing like the constellation she's going for. Even if she had a clear mind, she probably couldn't do it from memory. ] It's a part of the zodiac. You know, the whole "this constellation dictates who you are by when you were born" stuff, if you had that sort of thing...

[ Silence.

Silence...

Screw it. Consider her a starved lion desperately in need of sustenance, and the only thing that will satisfy her is a kiss. Monika's basically a blur as she flies over and pounces on him, their mouths crashing together as he's pushed into the sand by the force of her attack. It's just one kiss! She'll get the craving out of her system, then all will be well!

And kiss she shall, hungrily devouring his lips, feverishly tasting every bit of his mouth and tongue. Months of yearning for him and his touch are being put into this kiss. No, kisses. So, so many kisses, as her fingers tangle into his avatar's hair, holding him place. Unless he stops her, she'll go until she's had her fill. Who is she to ignore what her heart wants? ]

[virtuesignal]

You protect them from any account- No. No. We're not having at this, not now...

[Concord grumbles out, moving to stand only to have Ali still slightly standing upon his hair, catching him with a groan so he sits back down and hangs his head. He'd notice anybody else resting upon his mane except Ali... just his luck,]

... we are far from Ulrych, Ali. I feel far, far from home.

[It makes him... tired. Concord isn't at risk for being away, the country could go on without him and visa-versa. Yet, the recognition of that is strangely devastating to contend with.]

[virtuesignal]

[Between the two of them, Concord and Ali could move half the supply of refreshments on the entire beach over to Steve, all to no avail. The unicorn only takes so many, not wishing to deprive other guests of their own share. He's very conscious of such things, having them each take a few water bottles,]

Why don't you make an attempt? I can stand by and keep anybody from interfering. Three times I was suddenly bumped into. Perhaps there is a plot against this man.

[A very serious sounding thing, all to keep (1) guy from getting some water.....]

[virtuesignal]

No? Hmm...

[Concord doesn't know what to make of that. He's familiar with basically all the immortal creatures of various lands, being long lived and well traveled enough to have seen even those being that his boundaries did not sustain. What kind of landscape, kind of place, would create a being such as she?

He draws a blank. Not a big thinker, Concord. His tone falls softer, more shielding and protective,]

You should contain that form, if you can. Mortals are about.

what're you feeling? spicy...goofy...goofyspicy? a completely different adjective?

[counterblowing]

[There's the split-second hesitation and rearrangement of someone who wasn't expecting a toast, who perhaps isn't rich in drinking buddies. Rahu shifts around so she can clink her extremely tropical-looking beachy drink against his.] Right. Cheers.

... You know, alcohol will help a little with the heat, but it won't make it go away. [After a moment of gazing into her glass, she takes a drink and shrugs it off.] Though if you're hoping to be so numb that you don't mind, that's one way to do it.

[She's not usually one to advocate for drinking enough to dull the senses, but given what Rahu sees as a vaguely nonchalant response from him, the observation seems fitting, the sass of it downplayed by her straightforward and humorless tone.] It looks like you're already on your way. [Lifting a finger from the cold bevel of her glass, she points to the rosy blush spread across Sylvain's cheeks.]

[softstoneheart]

I'd hate to see people blindsided. I think it's best to enter a situation knowing what we're getting into. If The House isn't going to be transparent, then I'll bring the transparency for them.

[ That's the best thing she can do in their situation. Forewarned is forearmed, and seeing as much of the picture as possible is necessary for making informed decisions. ]

And every little bit helps, so I dunno why you'd think you wouldn't be helpful.

iv

[emyoji]

[ Well, this is something he honestly hasn't seen that often considering the type of place the resort is. Just an ass and wagging tail aimed at the sky as the owner digs deeper into the sand. The fox watches this project for a few minutes, circling Hung as he keeps expanding his tunnel until he finally decides to interrupt.

And that he does by spanking the butt on one side of the tail, giving him a tug as he pulls his hand away. ]

Where are you going, puppy?

[minitrue]

I was afraid you'd go for that one...

( It is the most daunting on the list. Everything else seems far less difficult to provide, but a cup of cum feels... Well, no one said this list would be easy. All Gallagher can do is chuckle. Turnabout and all that. If he's going to ask strangers to complete outlandish feats, he can't be too surprised when it comes back around his way.

He gives a breezy shrug, something that his large frame doesn't seem capable of, and yet— )

Fair trade.

Got a cup?

( He's [mostly] joking. How likely are people to do this sort of thing out in the open? )

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[emyoji]

[ Seimei is lying next to Weiss under the parasol, looking up at the too brilliant sky. He hums when she asks her question, his hands behind his head for the moment as he takes the world in. ]

You haven't missed anything yet. We're dreaming.

[ He's done this before enough to know when he's asleep, even if the rest really doesn't feel that familiar. It's a different landscape with different rules all according to the resort's laws. But in a way that's exciting, full of potential for new experiences that they can share in a shared consciousness. Or unconsciousness. ]

Actually, this feels much better, doesn't it? It's more comfortable.

[laserguy]

You're putting up a lot with me.

[He takes the offered skewer, however, because he's not going to say no or decline such a warm gesture. It's strange that he might be missing out on stuff like this, if he still just kept to himself like before. He allows this small moment of self-reflection, before focusing entirely on her.]

Consider me your eager student. [His smile turns just a little humorous.] I'm actually a teacher back home, it's rare when I am the student.

[Don't worry he won't grade on her methods. Probably.]

[schmisse]

Allowed? The only thing that isn't allowed in this place is bringing weapons in.

[ Maybe Weiss didn't get what was being implied there, but the politics of being with a woman or a man or another is the furthest thing from her mind.

It's with a flick of her wrist that one of the bartenders is back, already holding onto the terminal to charge Weiss for the food and drinks after seeing her and her companion get close. This resort really knows what they want and how they want it done. . .

Weiss doesn't decide to question it anymore. She lets the terminal scan her Watch and subtract the chips from her account before getting up, tugging on *Hyun-ae's hand gently so they can make their way to the exit.

The waters are shallow, but getting in again is just going to be so much trouble. ]

You're not afraid of insects, are you? We'll get across the water by flying.

clorinde, genshin impact. new.

[empaler]

1. sun's out guns out.

those who pound sand—
[ there's yet another flock of seagull lifeguards picking on a newbie. except this time it's a little different.

clorinde stands in the middle of the group, linen robe still secured in place with one hand calmly outstretched, seemingly for her complimentary swimsuit. the lifeguards size her up, one of them attempting to shoulder past her and push her down to no avail; she doesn't budge an inch. it's only when another one reaches out to grab at her hair that she moves, her outstretched hand seizing the lifeguard's wrist in a vice grip. ]

Again, I am here for my complimentary swimsuit. [ there's a loud, undignified squawk from the lifeguard as he slowly crumples to the sand, his arm bent at an awkward angle as she maintains her grip on his wrist. ] Please.

2. fun in the sun.

beach bunny barbecue bonanza—
[ she still remembers the effects of the hybrid fruits from last time, so she will make it a point to avoid those, opting for the regular meat and vegetable skewers instead. she sits off to the side as she watches steve man the booth, a thoughtful frown on her face as she observes yet another person spill their water across the sand in an attempt to reach him. ]

It's strange. That guest's bottle was new, wasn't it? It shouldn't have spilled like that if it was unopened. [ she pulls off a bite of meat from her stick, expression brightening at the flavor. ] ... This is quite good, though.

3. twinkling currents.

swim up to the bar—
[ she can't avoid the more questionable food and drink items forever, it seems. when she reaches the bar, she resigns herself to picking out one of the drinks, opting for the mango star. it looks and tastes harmless enough at first, until she surveys the other patrons of the bar, eyes lingering on yours for a long moment.

it isn't until you speak up that she seems to snap out of it momentarily, blinking a few times as if to clear her vision. ]

My apologies, I'd mistaken you for someone else.

[ it's silly. just because she hadn't seen petronilla in years doesn't mean she'd be here, of all places. ]

4. wildcard.

[ feel free to hit me up with anything, i'm easy! for smut, f/f and f/m are both welcome! dm me if you have any questions ♥ ]

brush with romance

[redfeathers]

( The scavenger hunt really is harmless and an interesting way to pass the time. Hawks has an eye for spotting things, so it's been easy to find some of the things he needs. Others may or may not have been strategically lifted with the use of a couple sneaky feathers or a bargain or two. It's been fun - it feels like it's been a while since he's really interacted with people in this way.

For the moment, he's wearing a pair of swim trunks and a tank top with a napping, fuzzy duckling on the front. There's a pair of sunglasses nestled into the messy hair, another with a leg hooked into the collar of his shirt, and a third pair that are comically large with fake rhinestones along the frame pushed over his eyes. There's a pair of sandals strung together with some bright colored shoes laces dangling over his shoulder, a feather that's clearly not his tucked under the sunglasses in his hair.

He's on the hunt for a few more items, considering finding a drink and place to sit for a bit when he hears a familiar voice. His wings perk up happily, and he turns towards Gladio with a bright, charming smile. )

It is, actually. ( There's a curious tilt of his head, his arms crossing as he looks up at Gladio. As if he's turning over the request in his head, like he really has to think about doing something like that. )

But since you asked so nicely, I can give you two.

[counterblowing]

[No pledge devotes her to this woman, so Rahu wouldn't willingly take her place or receive some sort of punishment in her stead. But being responsible for her wellbeing? Making sure she isn't harmed under circumstances Rahu could prevent? She promised water, so she'll look for water.]

Then I'll be back as soon as I can. I'll scout the perimeter before I go. [Girl, this isn't Mission Impossible.

The flimsy robe she woke up in was bad at the beginning, but Rahu's taken to wrapping it around herself as an extra layer. Her preference is to remain covered, and before now, no one's really pushed her on that. Even in the appropriate setting, wandering around in just a bikini isn't her preference, especially not with the attention her scars or muscles or figure seem to bring in from the longterm guests. Drawing the robe back from her shoulders, Rahu takes a moment to drape it the best she can over Ashiro's body. It's haphazard and inefficient but the best she can offer. Her fingers graze the length of Ashiro's back as she slips the fabric into place.]

Just hang tight. [The absurdity of it all - the humiliation pillory existing in the first place, treating this all like a straightlaced mission - hits her in a rush. Rahu laughs coldly.] ... This is ridiculous.

[befehl]

( Sunday reaches across the table so he can assist scratching the bottom of the bird's little beak. They're spoiling it rotten and it seems like it can't get enough attention. )

I imagine as much. He fit in quite well into Penacony from the second he stepped onto the lobby. It's just the two of you, then.

( IPC presence, that is. Which is good. Topaz seems reasonable and friendly and Aventurine... Well. No comment. Thoughts take off elsewhere as he pets the bird, somewhere distant in his mind. He's unsure if he misses old days as people put them. Did he ever have those? He misses his sister - it didn't feel like he got to spend any time with her before they had to part ways yet again.

At least he can confide in Gallagher, right? He pulls away from the bird. )

What sort of community outreach are you working on? I happen to be quite good at organizing large events...If you ever want to collaborate.

[armwriostle]

[If they were complete strangers, he'd be more hesitant to touch the soft ears, but they already had an arm wrestle together and they basically have seen each other in questionable states of undress.

Hell, aren't they currently in a questionable state of undress? These robes they're always supplied with do nothing.]

I've been checked in for awhile. I already had a room when we first saw each other. The house really doesn't seem to care if there's any shake up and we ultimately get back into the status quo. Are you surprised they do things without our permissions? They're the ones locking us into this opulent cage in the first place.

fancy that huh OwO

[laserguy]

[...Ah, so he got buried against his will. Or didn't fully plan this out. Scott keeps that same stance for a few seconds, watching Minato with that almost neutral stare. Maybe, to others, it looks like the mutant is truly considering leaving the teen here, but he won't. Something something being a good representation of mutants--]

Since you asked so nicely.

[Scott eventually responds, unable to hide some amusement from coloring his voice. But hey, he is actually helping, slowly getting up and finding a nearby shovel to start scooping the sand away from the teen's buried body.]

[armwriostle]

[Return home, huh? What a nice thought. It isn't so much a sad thought, but he wonders when it will happen. That's neither here nor there though.

He has a twink of a bard to smooch.]

Mm, I'm not one for the limelight, but it'll be a nice story to have in my back pocket. [Though, he wonders if it'll mean anything to those of Fontaine. Perhaps the potential whisper of the Duke who resides over the Fortress of Meropide potentially having some secret romance.

He smiles into the kiss as he presses lips back, soft and sweet. If Venti is having trouble, then he won't make the other suffer too much longer. Arms wraps around the bard's thighs and he easily lifts the smaller man up. There. No need to try and reach up anymore.]