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

[belheir]

Pass. The only payback I want from you is an apology, which you seem to not want to give.

[So. That little point of contention between them will stay.

That, and he doesn't trust whatever it is that Akechi might try to feed him or make him drink, and more so he doesn't trust the house to not try to drug him into that kind of thing.]

[bleakdecember]

I have a suspicion that if I apologized, you'd think I'm lying.

[You're breaking his heart Kazuya... he's not THAT shady. He just likes to flaunt his wealth a bit.

Either way, he shrugs.]

I'm difficult to like when I'm not acting charming, I know.

free real estate

[schorl]

( shalom watches boothill’s little search from atop the very bunk he had just left, with a curl to her body not unlike a cat’s. with her chin in her hand and a curl to her lips, her first response to his question is to cast her gaze to the window, where the sheer curtains flutter a touch too cinematically to seem realistic. the sound of the ocean is distant, but present; the sunlight lacks a certain quality, but is bright where it reaches their… home? )

It seems we’re on vacation.

( mythical thing that it is, a word she’s never used in such earnest before. what better time for a new experience than a first meeting, though? she remains unconvinced they won’t open the door to wraiths and blood, yet the sounds of festivities beyond indicate otherwise. a vacation… )

Are you certain you won’t rust in the seabreeze? ( from here, it seems a salient point of concern. )

[belheir]

You're difficult to like when you're actively being a dick.

And in case you forgot, I can tell whether or not you're lying.

[ He'll tap his nose pointedly. Akechi hasn't forgotten that he's an emotional bloodhound, has he? ]

[virtuesignal]

[Though Akechi isn't short by any means, sat beside Concord he looks downright tiny. Even if Concord is slumped at the bar, his height and broadness are on full display given the summerwear they gave him was just a simple, jet black speedo. He has his massively long braid of hair pulled over his shoulder and tucked protectively at his front instead of hanging down his back. The abrupt violence that would happen if someone drunk got touchy or tugged on it.... that's better left avoided.]

You don't have to do that. [Concord says dismissively. Only for the bartender to ask if he'd like another of his own drink, Concord to nod, and the order to fail. "You're out of vouchers, wildcard. You sharing?" And Concord just eats his words immediately,]

....... I supposed I am. [you got him, Akechi, yeah]

[blastedass]

[Even if this place has the power to drag him and everyone else here away from their home, that's doesn't mean he's ever going to submit to them without a fight! He'll battle down to tooth and nail to make sure they pry their victory over him out of his bloody, death-gripped hands! Giving up isn't in Bakugo's vocabulary. Never was, never will be.]

What the fuck?! [There's more bullshit in here?] Fine! Tell me everything you know about this fucking place!

[Esikko seems determined enough to stand here for the entire battle. Comparatively, Bakugo's open button down clearly shows the burst-like scar blown open in the center of his chest, fresh enough it seems to have only recently been healed from whatever wound he received it from. His looks down at the tattoo on the other boy's arm, red eyes narrowing in focus. They mark people here?

Despite the vague what Esikko explains the tattoo, Bakugo picks up on the implicates easily enough. He doesn't want to put those thoughts into words either. From kidnapping them to branding them to manipulating them with drugs and whatever the hell that mark's going to do, it riles his anger at all these shitty attempts to control and coerce him.]

What happens if you resist?

[silversunshine]

[Uh-uh, nope, Prompto does not like Gladio’s serious tone and eye contact. Nothing good ever comes of the Serious Business attitude and confining his hands like that? This has Prompto primed and ready for something he knows he isn’t going to like.

And there it is! Shit. Prompto takes one deep breath, biting back the oncoming panic, before glancing over his shoulder to see what‘s caught his friend’s interest. Unfortunately that’s what sets him off.]

Oh come ON! They’re just gonna fuck right there?! Seriously? You did something like that?! Have they no shame?

[His voice cracks into a whine as he whirls back around, redness blossoming onto his cheeks. Unfortunately the aroused heat coursing through him is joined by the fluttering of his heartbeat, his pulse picking up as he realizes just what a mistake he's made.

Shit. He messed up. He messed up bad. Visions of the fruity drink from earlier, swimming underwater, and the forgotten warning from the woman just this morning has him swearing that Gladio must never know what has happened this day. At least his luck was with him until this part of the day and he has a familiar face to have his back. All of this could have turned out way worse.]

Hey Gladio? [His head falls forward so his forehead is resting against the big guy’s chest. His body is still trying to decide between panic, arousal and panicked arousal so he decides hiding is the better part of valor.] I hate this place. Please tell me there's a private bathroom somewhere nearby because if I have to go all the way back to that room I crashed in I... don't think I won't do something stupid.

[expereiment]

[he hasn't tried turning to stone because he knows olivine will notice and he knows olivine will be sad and turn his weaponized puppy eyes at him. they've gotten a lot closer since their stay here, and rei is not immune to olivine's sweet, kind nature.

if he hadn't known quincy for decades, he'd be convinced the man had some kinda inflation kink. but he knows this is just his way to showing he cares, not that rei asked for that. but he's realized that he doesn't have to ask for people to care about him, they'll just do it anyway. and he's still processing that. it's a lot to process for sure, and he's definitely been focusing on his experiments instead because that's less scary and vulnerable!

which speaking of... quincy will have to protect eiden from rei's many experiments he wants to run on him.... because now that he's back, ohhh he's going to have so much fun.]

Something of a forest- but it's contained, and has keepers maintaining it. It's not like the forests you're used to.

I'd say we don't really have much of a choice in whether we get to go, considering what happened to the Grand Sorcerer. But theoretically, you can stay here as long as you want to as long as you don't complete the deck. For your situation, the influx of newbies results in a few of them not sticking around. That's been on ongoing trend, so you'll either stick around or go back to whatever's going on back home with your little friend and the pain in the ass fox.

[wray]

[ At least they're getting somewhere! Six, at least, thinks he understands what's going on. ]

Perhaps if you slide it a few more times, it might work.

[ Steve is looking hopeful! This might be it. His persistent thirst for water might finally be over once this whole endeavour works out, but Concord still has to aim for the guy. ]

I doubt you'll miss from this distance.

[ This has to work. ]

[blastedass]

You just spit out a bunch of shit without saying anything.

[A vague reference to a bar owner who wants favors, diary entries that said nothing, and a useless drunk you can't get information out of. This guy loves to hear himself talk, doesn't he. Or he desperately wants to be useful and runs his mouth with anything he thinks will be seen as such. Bakugo gives Hiyori a flat, annoyed look, barely able to take away something he can use from all that ramble. At the very least, it proves the parrot's not standing around doing jack shit. Some progress... he guesses. As for spirits and magic, that sounds like bullshit.

Thankfully they can move onto a better topic: food. Bakugo snorts in visible relief to hear there are stores that sell ingredients. While he's not afraid of eating out, considering what Hiyori's said of this place, cooking his own food seems a better idea. Less risk of getting drugged.]

A welcome market? What kind of asinine decision is that?! [Kidnapping people, then throwing food at them they don't have the money to pay for, but obviously need. Way to force their perverted hands. He hunches his shoulders in annoyance.] Whatever! I'll get my own food and cook it. If that market shows up, tell me where it is.

[Yeah, he's ordering the parrot around just in case there's something fucked up with the hotel's communications on Bakugo's part. A backup isn't a bad idea, so long as it's his idea! Just gonna ignore the swindled comment; he's rather insightful for someone of his temperament. A thief trying to steal from him is a dead man.]

Wuss. I'm not gonna be their fucking pest control! If I wanna kill some monsters, I'll do it on my terms! [And yeah, he'd end up protecting people if they were attacked by said monsters. Hero. Yell at them for letting themselves get attacked in the first place, but whatever. At least it's a way to vent.] Heh, they better not be shitty fans. I want awesome fans.

[redfeathers]

( The mention of the lifeguards makes Hawks glance over towards a pair of them nearby where they're flexing near the lifeguard tower. There's a thought that the lifeguards are more amusing than anything else, though he's caught a few of them swarming on a few unfortunate guests. The thought makes him glance back up at Gladio, grinning wider. )

You're not scared of a few seagulls, are you Gladio-san? ( There's a teasing edge to his voice, playful in the lets the large sunglasses slide down his nose to look up at the other. ) I think a big strong guy like you could take them. ( He says as he pushes his glasses back up, nodding his head as if he's certain of just that. Maybe it's his optimism talking or just a confidence in the other's strength based on their last interaction. How Gladio had carried and manipulated him like he weighed nothing. )

We can always find someone else. I'm sure it won't be too hard. ( It's probably a lot easier than it should be, but he won't complain.

The idea of working together earns a nod, and he reaches out, taking Gladio's wrist to look at the other man's watch. ) The sooner we finish, the sooner we can relax on the beach. ( His head tilts back up expectantly for a reply. There's a thought that he should ask if Gladio even wants to spend more time with him, instead of just assuming he's free to take up the other man's time as he pleases. But they can work that out later. They've got a few things to do, now. )

I haven't gotten any drinks yet. We could start there and then find something you need next. ( He taps the screen on Gladio's watch before releasing the other's wrist. He doesn't say that the reason he hasn't gotten any drinks is because everything he's come across has been cold. With this strange chill he feels lingering under his skin, the few minutes he'd even had a drink earlier had been uncomfortable with the chill of the glass and ice. )

[blastedass]

They'll get into nerdy hero talk even if Bakugo tries to keep his aggressive badboy attitude up over that nerdy side. A few heroes keep their identities secret, but there are pressing reasons for that. Maybe they'll come up whenever they have this talk.

A lot of heroes have a whirlwind of a life, ups and downs, goods and bads. Bakugo's life has been a shooting star from the start, blessed with a powerful quirk, gifted intellect, natural athleticism, success whenever he tried anything, a well-off family, the proverbial golden spoon, all of which ended up creating a giant dick. Who's been dealing with a lot of hard-hitting reality checks, humiliations, trials, and other maturity forces. But he also does his damnest not to be dragged under. He's a hero.

Heroes win.

"If it's forced, it is!" No, Bakugo's not a prude. But he's also his own person, proud, and doesn't want to be made to do anything he doesn't want to do. Especially something as intimate as sex. He's still someone who thinks that crap belongs in the bedroom and usually with someone you know pretty well, plus give a shit about.

[macaronage]

[ Boothill's hand is so much larger than Navia's that it takes a little bit of doing for her to turn it this way and that, running her fingertips over the segmented joints and the edges of the metal plates. It's fascinating--he is fascinating, radiating an easygoing but rough-and-tumble sort of energy.

Granted. The prospect of being bitten by that mouth of his is becoming more intimidating the more she learns about it. Her own body is a tender morsel compared to the hunks of metal he's apparently accustomed to chewing on. Maybe he'll be gentle and ease her into it? ]

If you eat bullets, then... are you a marksman? I normally carry my gunbrella around back home but of course I don't have it here.

[redlines]

I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat if I could, you know.

_{[ And ain't that the truth? Roche would be a liar and a... bigger liar if he said he hadn't thought about this near-exact scenario in the past albeit under much, much better circumstances. He allows himself the privilege of looking Kazuya in the eye for a minute longer, his thumb coming down to trace his jawline in thought. ]}

Your thighs or your ass, Highness? I'll let you choose.

[vorrible]

[Warming to the topic, she leans in with a theatrical flourish.]

Of course it is. Hate is a passionate feeling. Picture this, you're having a heated argument with someone you despise, things get a little physical... then a lot physical.

[She raises and lowers her eyebrows deviously.]

Someone gets slammed into a wall or a table, someone bleeds, you can vent all that aggression with a bang.

[hatefuldays]

[ *Hyun-ae quickly lies down on the couch. The only way she knows how to have sex is lying down with someone else on top of her.

At the very least, she's too horny to be a totally passive lover. When Weiss sits down, *Hyun-ae reaches for her, hand starting on her shoulder before drifting down towards her chest. ]

Please. [ It's a small miracle her top has stayed in place as long as it has. When given the chance to redesign her physical form, *Hyun-ae made a few upgrades, and her chest was among them. ]

[swearfilter]

[Boothill doesn't mind the contact at all; it's a little strange to have someone holding his hand, but it's not like the sensation is unpleasant. It's just not very often that people are genuinely interested in who and what he is rather than being intimidated on sight. It's kind of cute, the way Navia is looking him over and so eager to learn about what makes him tick.]

Sure am. Usually got two guns on me, but this place saw fit to get rid of 'em.

[But more importantly...]

Gunbrella, huh? [What a great pun, but also: what a fascinating idea!] Now that sounds like it'd be a lotta fun to wield. Tell me more about it; never seen anythin' quite like that before.

[swearfilter]

Vacation.

[Boothill scoffs. He doesn't need a vacation, he needs revenge!! Ugh. But it seems there's nothing to be done about it right now, and this woman seems to know about as much as he does. Great!]

Nah, I'm made of sturdier stuff than that. Still, I'd rather not be here for any longer than necessary; important stuff to get back to, ya know.

[He lifts his shoulders a bit in a half-hearted shrug.]

[wray]

[ Six can sense the guilt in every touch.

It's in the way that Sunday treats him like glass, as if he's bound to shatter at any moment. Maybe that's true, maybe it isn't and the other man is just being too careful, but Six can't help but lean into his touch. He doesn't close his eyes when told. not yet, at least.

He's more entranced by how Sunday cleans his wounds. It's so rare for others to be this kind to him— or rather, it's rare for Six to allow it to ever get to this point.

If this is a dream, maybe it won't hurt to remain asleep for a little bit longer. ]

[schorl]

( what a dedicated cowboy. smile unwavering, she swings her legs out to descend to the floor. one hand gathers the robe about her just enough to prevent anything too untoward from being exposed, but there’s little shyness otherwise. feet on the ground, she has to tilt her head upward to see boothill, now; that’s fine, too. )

Isn’t that part of being on vacation? Being kept away from matters far more important?

( her arms fold as she looks past him, towards the window that promises a bright sunny day. the sight is so unnatural, she can’t blame him for being on edge. )

Since we appear to be living together, might I ask your name? ( a beat. ) I’ll be in your care. ( he’s good with being voluntold, right. )

[macaronage]

I know what you mean. My Vision is here with me, but it's not working either.

[ She turns in the chair to show him the golden Geo Vision that she's tied to the back of her bikini, hanging down between her shoulder blades. ]

Oh, I bet you'd like my gunbrella. I didn't want to have to carry too many things around all the time, you know, so I worked with a blacksmith and combined an umbrella with a shotgun. My Vision and gunbrella usually work together. I use my Vision to make crystal shrapnel that I fire with my gunbrella.

[virtuesignal]

[Concord nods at the advice, before pumping the water gun to some actual pressure. At least one person catcalls about the gesture, Concord does not react, he's too focused on his task to think that was directed at him. He lifts and properly steadies the watergun as if it'll have kickback like the real thing might, lining up his shot,]

I have perfect aim. [Concord gives a sharp, attention grabbing whistle, Steve looking up at it- Then Concord pulls the trigger.

So, blasting the man straight in the face at this distance does do... something of the trick. Concord's aim is true and he does hit Steve, but the man fails to just take it. Steve flinches and half the water goes up his nose instead of into his mouth, setting him to cough as if drowning.

Well, Concord just feels bad about that, he's only trying to do the man a good deed... .......]

[skinstitch]

( he can't tell if it's better or worse. greedily, he thinks it's better. if someone challenges him out there, if kajiyama talks to someone else in the resort, he'll be too stubborn to go against his own beliefs, the things he's cementing here, under the alcohol, under the night sky, under the too-hot press of their palms together and the brush of kajiyama's mouth against his shoulder. he won't go back on something that he's already said is okay, won't go back on a decision that he's made, even if it's the wrong one, even if he should stick to his petty morals and selfish righteousness instead. ah, is that it? is that what's bothered him this whole time, the reason why he's found his diatribes and highlander behavior so aggravating? false heroes with put-upon morals, condoning their own wicked behavior while punishing those around them with rules they won't adhere to?

if kajiyama were someone different, he might taunt him with the realization. but in their own way, they're both the same: it doesn't matter what he did, what he does, what kajiyama did, what he's thinking. they both have the reasons for it, pushed by other people, their hands forced, and why does that make them the bad people? why does that put them in the wrong?

a prison full of murderers, and maybe kajiyama had been the only one that wouldn't be a possible instrument to the league of villains. the only one that probably didn't deserve to be there at all.

with a slow breath, like it's hard to separate, he takes a step back. it's only so that he can shake out kajiyama's hoodie, still draped over his other shoulder, flapping the fabric until he can toss it, gently, onto the sand. then, with a squeeze of his other hand, their fingers still entwined: )

Sit. You're gonna fall over otherwise.

( a soft mutter--it sounds almost fond, in some sickening way, and he forces his hand back, or tries to, anyway, dragging his fingers away from the sweaty space between kajiyama's knuckles so that he can give him a little pat at the back, instead, encouraging. he'll let kajiyama sit on his own hoodie, in lieu of a towel: on his part, he's fine with easing down onto the sand itself, sitting next to the material, his knees bent, bare feet pushed into the sand like he's rooted there. beyond them, the water laps at the shore, but it doesn't seem to be getting any closer: no moon to push and pull, maybe.

his gaze lifts, watching, waiting--it's not that he doesn't trust that kajiyama will sit down with him, but more that he doesn't like the idea of anyone else getting close, doesn't like the idea of anyone else even looking at kajiyama, when he's like this, slightly tipsy, flushed and pliant. with a wince, he glances beyond him, checking, watching the beach, twisting slowly to look over his other shoulder, like a snake that's sizing up its best prey. )

...It's gonna sound stupid. ( he admits, after a moment, like he's reluctant to say it at all. ) I told you there were heroes. I'm not one. Never got there.

( he knows the way it's going to sound, from kajiyama's perspective, but it feels like the place he has to start. ) Villains. I'm a villain. You want me to keep going?

[skinstitch]

( his shoulders lift, the laughter breathless, a little wheezing--the way that bakugou reacts to all of this information tells him a lot, and not just about what the kid's gone through in the war, one that's still raging along without them in it. or maybe it's accurate to say that it's still going, with or without them, but they're stuck in some stupid fuck hotel in the interim; he still hasn't decided how he feels about the fact that it's been literal months here, over half a year, and bakugou still says he's there, back home, despite it all. of all the bizarre things they've endured, this is one of the weirdest.

he expects that he'll recoil, but it doesn't matter: when they're nearly shoulder to shoulder, it's easy to reach out with one hand, rub a damaged palm up against bakugou's bare skin, and grip his upper arm, pulling him to force him to turn rather than just directing him with it. )

You're embarrassed? Don't tell me you don't have anyone to fuck back at your little hero school.

( the amusement is rich--and agitated. the thought just makes him think of everyone else back there, of all the stupid idiots there, the little lunatic's love interest and then some: and of course, his perfect prince of a brother, all with the kind of opportunities that he'll never have, the sort of things that he'll never get to keep, himself.

he sort of hopes that bakugou is embarrassed. that he's some fucking pathetic virgin. that would be the real kicker.

still, he draws his hand back, coiling it in instead to give bakugou a firm push at his back, between his shoulders. )

Come on. They won't let you on the beach without a swimsuit or whatever, so we might as well start there. Pain in the ass. ( a decided roll of his eyes--and so rather than guide bakugou further into the resort, he aims instead to push him towards the alarmingly recent addition: the beach, and the fake ocean, and all of that shit that he's been mostly avoiding. ) Can't believe I have to babysit you 'cause you're a virgin that won't fuck for credits.

( extrapolating? of course. pushing bakugou's buttons? absolutely. )

The bird guys. They'll have a suit for you for free.

[skinstitch]

No? Because there's no one here that's worth it, huh?

( and who would he even go after? who would take the brunt of his anger, anyway? it's not like any of his favorites are here, after all, not like there's anyone here that endeavor knows, anyway, except for him. him and the rest of the villains, and he's not willing to say anything about that, yet. part of it is selfish: he doesn't want shigaraki deciding that this is the place to step up and hurt the number one hero, doesn't want him to take that away from him. he doesn't want anyone touching endeavor in that way except for him.

the rest of it is practical: a hero is going to do what a fucking hero does, which means that would be putting shigaraki and compress at risk. he doesn't want to do that, either. )

I don't believe it either. But you're not gonna know until you get there.

( until all the cards are in place--until either of them have fucked their way through fifty-two of them. it's ridiculous to think about: it doesn't matter to him how it happens, or if endeavor thinks it's coercion, or abuse, or that he's assaulting people here by expecting they do what they're supposed to do.

there's a breathless laugh, but his expression doesn't show any kind of amusement. )

Well, I'm sorry I crashed your party. Sure you want to spend your time moping on the beach in silence, huh?