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.

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Kazuya Minegishi | Devil Survivor: Overclocked | 3♠ | Current Player

[belheir]

1. FREE REAL ESTATE

[When he wakes up it feels.... Breezy. Breezy in a very strange and unique way, considering that he definitely went to bed laying down in the plush and classy room of a Queen rank. Sleepily, the best that his brain comes up is "Huh, weird." and with that he rolls over to go back to sleep. Unfortunately for him And because it's funny, Kazuya rolling over entreats him to landing from the top bunk of one of these fashionable new bungalows. There's a loud crash, a surprised yelp, and Kazuya scrambling to get himself standing again, when he notices it.

His clothes? Missing. It's like he's arriving here all over again, though this robe is significantly more sheer than the one he'd ended up here in. Great. Fantastic.

He makes a noise of frustration, and slams himself back against the floor and closes his eyes. He'll deal with all this in a moment. For now, he just waves his hand dismissively.]

Just step over me.

2. SMOKIN' HOP SKEWERS

[Realistically, Kazuya is very aware there is Something Awry when it comes to the food that he's been given. He likes spicy food, though his tolerance for it is middling at best. Still, it does smell good, and skewers are a summer food, right?

In the end, he ends up with two skewers, because if he's going down for this, he's not going down alone. That being said, when he hands out the Smokin' Hop Skewer to another person, he makes it clear exactly what he thinks is going to happen.]

Feel like tempting fate?

[Of course, those words might not ring as any sort of real warning if the person he's chosen to share with is on the newer side of the festivities here...]

3a. SCAVENGER HUNT non-🌶

[No. He is not getting publicly hunted down and spanked. Not happening. Not in this life, or any other. Thankfully, the list is fairly easy and non-obtrusive, and honestly that's a relief. So, no matter where you are, you will be (gently) accosted by a guy just trying to get this scavenger hunt done.

Come up questions and actions include any of the following:

"You gonna finish that drink?"

"Can I borrow those sunglasses for a second?" (He will not be giving them back, sorry.)

... He'll be less forward about stealing sandals. He will, in fact, just snatch up any unattended footwear unless the owner is particularly present. In which case, the same excuse about needing to borrow the sandals is said.

As for the kisses, well. At least he is far more polite about those in particular! Preferably choosing to bother someone he knows to get those, but then again, if no one else is around he can see...]

Sorry for being forward, but, um. I need to collect two kisses?

[Well. He has the decency to look a little ashamed about asking some stranger!!! Also, to be fair, it doesn't really come off as the smoothest pickup line in the world.]

3b. SCAVENGER HUNT 🌶🌶🌶

[Of course. Of course he wouldn't get let off easy. He's... Not fuming at the list, but he is incredibly put off by it. Three are easy, two are kind of gross, honestly. Anyone and everyone is fair game for this. The clock is ticking and he feels like several people would be less amenable to certain things he has to get.]

Hey... Not to sound creepy and gross, but I kind of need-

[Dealers choice on what he asks for! Be it a nude, a pubic hair, to get bitten, or whatever else.]

WILDCARD
[I am open to any of the other prompts! 👀 I'm also exceptionally open to Kazuya having absolutely biffed the hard scavenger hunt and is strapped to the fuck pillory for free use (or you can just mock his naked ass), if you'd like that sort of thing! He will be grumpy about it, but not towards anyone taking advantage of that. Otherwise, Kazuya is 18, and ota! If you want a custom prompt, feel free to send me a PM!]

the way this escalated in 0.5 seconds

[chokuto]

[I can't believe you're making me consider what shoes Sasuke is wearing at the beach — but they're probably sandals. Ninja sandals, dogs out, so that when the drink splashes down his foot is left uncomfortably sticky, withdrawing a step with a grimace on his face.

His first immediate thought is — this woman is loud. Perhaps less so in pitch than sheer volume of words, yapping away with an offense he doesn't see as justly earned.]

It doesn't matter who you are. This place didn't take that into consideration when it brought you here, either.

[Furina de Fontaine. A title, certainly, of esteem. A part of him also recognizes a familiarity with the language of de, but he hasn't progressed far enough in his studies of French to determine the connection right away. (He's still being taught to drink his women juice. 😔)]

... My 'crimes'? Control your ego for a moment and consider where you are. You approached me first. Were you not demanding my help? [Girl, you are so tiny. He could launch you across the beach.] And you just spilled your drink on my foot.

[astrolabium]

[ Her eyebrow twitches. ]

I'm not a pervert, [ she retorts, leaning forward to peer directly into his eyes. Hers are sharp, an unusual, cool green that resembles sea glass. ] If anyone is, it's you. After all, out of all places, you decided to sit next to me and cling.

[ ...and there goes the rest of his drink.

Mona had been to the bar earlier to give it a look, and she does remember something having 'seaberry' in the name. Well, at least she knows why he has such a fruity scent now. And what is with that swipe of his tongue? Petite and round-faced, Fuuta looks like a kitten having gotten a lick of cream. ]

Hmph.

[befehl]

On par with an Aeon...

( He doesn't doubt it at this point, but all he can do is release a humorless hah under his breath. Defeated once again without lifting a finger. See, he would know a thing or two about attempted Aeon murder, even though he wouldn't call it that - let's call it harmonization, yes?

Of course, he's going to misconstrue some undertones. After all the mentions of sex and this place messing with them, it felt natural to confirm her intentions. It's not like he'd say no to a kiss if that counts. That counts, right? He has never kissed anybody. )

I see. We should focus on this event for now, then. Hah. Do I seem unwell? I guess it could be the heat from earlier getting to me.

( He knows there's an inkling that this isn't exactly her question. Besides, she's right to assume he's Not Okay. In all Sunday fashion, he responds: )

I wish I had a way to ensure Robin's safety. I couldn't say goodbye properly.

[pyrolyzed]

[ Wh -- guards? She has guards? ... you know what, sure. He can believe she has guards. Muu had always given off oblivious, rich ojou-san vibes, after all. And didn't she say something about her mom being a model? Sure, her family probably has some bodyguards or whatever hanging around. ... did Muu always talk like this, though? She usually sounded annoying in a different way.

He'd been squinting at Furina for a moment, trying to puzzle through the weird sensation that he's missing something, but Fuuta jerks back a half-step with a startled grunt when she suddenly leans in closer. ]

Yeah? [ Shut up, his voice didn't wobble as he said that. (Yes, it did.) ] You gotta -- [ Oh, wait. ] -- I mean! Not like that, that's not what I was saying, dumbass.

[ He's being so rude right now, but it's mostly just because he's flustered. He's never been good at dealing with her type, after all -- pretty, fussy, pampered girls -- and it's exponentially worse when the topic at hand is this stuff. Fuuta averts his gaze, feeling a bead of sweat roll down his jaw as he grumbles, ]

I mean you gotta do something. Not exactly that. That's what I mean by rolling with it. This place'll make you do pervy shit if you try to hold back for too long, y'know? But if you ... make the first move, and go with something you're more comfortable with, you'll probably be fine.

Enji Todoroki | My Hero Academia (cw: manga spoilers) | New

[flashfirefist]

I. Stars

[Enji isn't enjoying himself here, to say the least, but he's not immune to his senses. As the sky darkens, his eyes are drawn upwards to the glittering light of the brightening stars. He seats himself on a stray reclining beach chair, adjusting the inadequate robe he was given to wear. Annoyingly, it's marked with a pattern of smiling, sunglass-sporting suns. At least he was able to obtain a swimsuit—if it can be rightly called that. The shiny teal snippet of material he was given isn't something he would have freely chosen.

As he gazes at the sky, his left hand settles on what remains of his right arm. There's not much of it left, but it's not the worst pain he's experienced. He's not sure whether he's really in this absurd place, or whether this is some new torment invented by his brain while he's unconscious. He tries not to think about that too much, or he won't be able to function. At least the sky is a momentary distraction.

He's no expert on constellations, but he manages to pick out one familiar one in the confusion of stars from a range of worlds: The Vermillion Bird. He used to enjoy researching things like stars and symbols as a child (a lifetime ago, it feels like), and of course, the symbol of the element of fire had persisted in his memory for all these years. His eyes follow the twisting shape of it across the sky, and he wonders what scholar saw that collection of lights and named it a bird. It takes a lot of imagination to see something like that.

He doesn't have that kind of imagination, that wonder anymore. Instead, he feels hollow, as his cynicism tells him that those stars, however beautifully they shine, must be some kind of illusion.]

It's not real. What's the point?

[He's speaking to himself as much as to anyone within earshot.]

II. Waterfall

[He can't ignore the expanse of the sea seemingly stretching out towards the horizon. It could be a way out—but it can't possibly be that easy. There has to be some kind of barrier, and he's going to find out what it is. Not wanting to draw attention to himself by using his flames to fly out over the water, Enji takes a boat and rows out towards the line of buoys. It proves difficult with only one arm, however, so he does have to resort to using his flames as a means of propulsion.

Once he's past the buoys, he's nearly knocked over as his boat is caught up in a furious current, jetting directly towards what Enji realizes is a waterfall surging over the edge of this so-called "ocean". It's like a cliché scene from a movie, but unlike the characters in most movies, Enji simply leaps up, flames igniting around his legs, their power holding him aloft as the boat plummets over the edge, disappearing from view.]

Damn it—

[He may have learned something, but now he has to fly back to shore. So much for not drawing attention to himself.]

III. Parasols.

[He only intends to rest on the lounge chair beneath the umbrella for a few minutes. He doesn't mean to fall asleep. He shouldn't drop his guard, but he's been pushing himself constantly since his arrival—and long before that, too. Even a professional hero has his limits. Professional heroes are as mortal and fallible as anyone else, and he's more fallible than most.

So it's really not surprising that, after he closes his eyes, he shortly drifts off into sleep, the first real sleep he's had in a while.

When he opens his eyes again, he's still on the beach—but it's changed. There are far fewer people, and the few he glimpses are distant and oddly faceless. Even more oddly, familiar items are scattered across the sand, things he recognizes from his home: a zabuton, a potted plant, a shoji, a chest of drawers. Far from being reassuringly familiar, he finds the sight unnerving and rises quickly to his feet.]

IV. Maintenance

[Enji has little patience for games and recreation at the best of times, and this is not the best of times. "Fun in the sun" is anathema to him. He'd rather explore indoors, which is why he descends the stairs into the depths of the maintenance levels: an atmosphere as far from the cheerful seaside as he can attain here.

He frowns at the copious leaks beginning to flood the basement floors, but the water doesn't deter him. Neither do the assurances and dissuasion of the anxious staff members. He's not easily deterred. The farther he goes, the more eerily quiet it becomes, though he can still hear a faint dripping from the leaks. The state of disrepair these halls are in is worse than he would have expected. He ignites his flames, fire rising around his eyes, so he can see more clearly.

The light creates flickering shadows. As he continues to descend, Enji starts to hear a voice, a whisper that flickers as well, in and out of existence. You failed them, it hisses and sighs. You couldn't protect them. You couldn't be a real hero. You couldn't be a real father. He blinks, but he doesn't react more than that, doesn't bother to protest. It's true, after all.]

V. Broken Wing

[His injuries from the battle he fought before arriving are severe. Not only did he lose an arm, but his external and internal injuries are numerous. Nothing fatal—he'll live—but the pain is a distraction. He doesn't trust this place's healthcare any more than he trusts the rest of it, but he has little choice but to return to the clinic.

Considering his wariness, he doesn't take kindly to the suggestion that he should perhaps spend a longer time recuperating, let alone the insinuation that it would be best to seek out "special", "intimate" treatment in a private room. Enji exhales sharply, the gesture resulting in a puff of heated smoke, like the breath of a dragon.]

I'm not looking for your medical advice, just medical treatment.

VI. Wildcard.
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Notes:
Enji is 46. Preference for characters 30+ in sexual scenarios. Exceptions possible for characters in their 20s, but hard limit of no characters under 21; no bathroom kinks. OTA gen.
Character CWs in journal. As Enji comes from late in canon, MHA spoilers are likely. Let me know if you'd like to avoid them.]

[affectare]

Half a year?

[ her recent composure flies out the window as her voice descends back into a graceless squawk, that last word pitching up so high it's almost inaudible. ]

But that's—

[ impossible is what she wants to say, but after everything that's happened, the flood of fontaine followed by focalors' final judgement, is the disappearance of a single man truly so impossible? it's not as though she keeps tabs on him, more than happy to let neuvillette and the rest of the palais handle any correspondence with the fortress of meropide. she'd had better things to worry about than a bunch of convicts and afterwards.....well, she'd had a lot of self-reflection to do.

still has a lot of self-reflection to do.

she chews her lip, uncertain of how to proceed. her dealings with wriothesley have been few and far between, limited largely to the occasional gift of tea sent her way. (all very good tea, to be fair.) but neuvillette had always vouched for the man, claimed him to be trustworthy, and she had always trusted neuvillette. in that case...she sighs, closing her eyes briefly. ]

That's right. I find myself one of the newest arrivals to this [ what was it again, she wracks her brains for the name ] Golden Peacock, though I assure you that had I been allowed to book my own vacation, I never would have chosen some place as [ ... ] off-color as this. But! Since I'm already here and expected to stay, and since you've been here for quite some time now it seems, I'm sure you wouldn't mind taking some time out of your busy schedule to show me around the place?

[ a tour of.....a sex resort. great. why doesn't she just let the sand swallow her whole instead. ]

1 :)

[waged]

( four long months since aventurine has been admitted into the exuberant and luxurious resort of golden peacock, and there's no need for him to join in on the fun of being a new guest, in the bimonthly event that seems to happen. but why wouldn't he, this time in specific, when he seeks more and more to be away from his room and mingle with other people?

besides. a new wave of guests could prove to be fruitful. lucky him, if he comes across jade or ratio, or any familiar, trustworthy face. luckier him, that from the bunk above where he lays - clothed, by the way, none of that see-through robe thing for him -, a familiar yet certainly not trustworthy voice reaches his ears.

any other time, he wouldn't be too pleasant to see the head of the oak family himself, but now? in this sort of place, that albeit all its similarities to the outstanding paradise that is penacony, it's so out of sunday's comfort zone that aventurine can't help but truly think jackpot?

even moreso when aventurine turns around on the bed, to follow the source of that voice, and his eyes land on quite the unique sight. )

Intrusion? Why, Mr. Sunday, isn't this your room? Especially when you're dressed so comfortably, I'm afraid I'm the one who's intruding. ( as he's wont to do, frankly. ) Ah, but surely you don't mind? A familiar and friendly face like mine in an unknown and strange place like this is like an oasis in the middle of a desert—— though I wonder if that analogy makes any sense to you? Haha.

[affectare]

[ dumbass???

she lurches back, blinking rapidly, mouth hanging open as a surge of indignition sweeps through her at the insult. intended or not, accidental or not, she's never been good at taking any kind of criticism. at her sides, her hands ball into angry fists. ]

Hey! Just because I've never d-done anything like this doesn't mean I'm a d—

[ no, she's not going to say it. ]

'I mean, I mean,' [ it's her turn to copy him now, dropping her voice low and gruff ] Since you obviously know so much about how this place works already, why don't you [ with a point of one index finger towards him ] show me how it's done?

[ is she. is she propositioning him? no, honestly she just wants payback for making her feel stupid. ]

A demonstration of how to just 'roll with it'. That should be easy enough for someone like you, right?

[befehl]

( Sunday glances down at their intertwining fingers, and it's almost odd feeling someone else's hand like this. It's comforting away the uncertainty he has been carrying all this time. These news, however...)

Statue?

( He tilts his gaze up towards him, squeezing his hand back. There is only so much he can determine from those words alone and it doesn't come as a shock that death is possible in this realm. He's gotten to know death quite well in his life. He just doesn't know how it all comes together here. )

I did see a few on my way to the shore. But... There's no security here?

[schmisse]

Ate you? All the more reason to tackle them.

[ Whether or not that was being dramatic or overreacting, Weiss does take it seriously. In a place like this where it seems like anything is possible? You honestly never know. Those lifeguards could have really wanted to have a bite, sexy or un-sexy.

Alas, someone as refined and elegant as her shouldn't be tackling anybody. She would if she had to, in a fight and all, but this situation isn't as dire just yet. Maybe if there were only 15 minutes left... ]

Do you have a better idea on how to get those feathers, then?

[dianxie]

Security is quite lenient, as long as you don't seriously attack anyone or anything. Usually they put you in a very nice little cell and hold you there a few hours, as they did for another friend of mine.

[ He swings their hands, holding his hat in place when the wind picks up and his veils flutter. ]

Everyone is so predisposed with not turning to stone or winning Game 52 that not many fights break out.

hybrid fruit skewers ( HELLO! I love Ianthe and am so excited at the idea of her at GP! )

[tohell]

Would you be willing to share if I haven't? [ J counters, using the end of his leonine tail to flip open the top of a nearby plastic cooler. It's packed to the brim with cubed ice and assorted beverages, both spiked and alcohol-free options alike. Sparkling water makes an appearance too, alongside sugary fruit juice with cutesy cartoon animal mascots on the can, as if to mock anyone who'd choose it. ]

In exchange, I'll let you take your pick of refreshments, just to make things fair. [ The way he lays down the terms of this arrangement while stretching out comfortably in his lounge chair, sunglasses doing nothing to obscure a third eye, blood-red and locked not upon the sharp angles of a feminine face or scantily clad attributes, but the glimmering of a metallic skeletal arm—well, no part of his demeanor gives the impression that altruism is what's driving this bargain. 

As a demon, all that glitters with hints of gold will forever draw his eye. And the flesh-free ornament Ianthe's arm has become, in all its gilded bone glory, has the same morbid allure of a fatal car crash. But there's more to it than that. Curiosity, or far worse, the sudden and ironclad grip of his keen interest, is more likely the culprit. ]

[chokuto]

[Naturally, Sasuke finds the issue of beachwear stupid and idiotic enough on its own — and he had said so earlier, accosted by the lifeguards as soon as he first stepped foot on sand. Now he bears the burden of wearing a pair of dark swim trunks, but at least he had kept a shirt on his upper body, perhaps disproportionate to the weather given the long sleeves, left hanging empty where an arm should be.

Is it cruel not to step in and assist? Yet it appears this man needs no aid, as the threat sends a ruffling of disquiet through the gathered gulls. Clicks and squawks of orange beaks almost humorously absurd to watch.]

I'll accompany him, [Sasuke finds himself saying, earning several beady-eyed stares.] Perhaps it will allow me to find something more suitable to wear as well. [Yeah right. Still, it seems to persuade them — and they begin to back off.]

... They weren't happy when I chose to keep my shirt. [Explanatory, as he approaches the man once the lifeguards are gone.] I don't care if you use the vouchers, but we should at least visit a few stores, or they'll just return.

across the night sky

[schmisse]

[ The sky truly is an impressive sight, even if it's not real. Weiss wonders if skies in other worlds do look like this on a regular basis, with stars so bright and so easy to see. Though maybe it's just because Weiss never really looks up at the sky, an aversion to it having grown from seeing army jets and planes, missiles, and all other kinds of military-related tech up in the skies no matter what time of day it is.

This is much more beautiful. ]

Oh— [ Thinking of home, sad as it may be, is momentarily interrupted by the person nearby. Weiss shakes her head, unable to really think of any good stories at this time. ]

Are constellations supposed to have stories behind them? I believe I see some familiar ones, although there aren't really any stories related to them.

[ Her world is. . . a weird one. It's like living in a fairy tale. ]

fireworks

[icequeenly]

[ Like Yor, Mitsuru had been sampling the Seaberry Floradora and while she would normally be much more reserved about such things, the growing need to really not be alone right now has her eager to strike up a conversation with someone she's never even met before. Or at least she doesn't recognise her. ]

I've been drinking the same, although I was debating perhaps trying the "Holding onto Summer" one next. Or perhaps the blackberry one.

[ The newcomer's question catches her off guard and she looks quietly contemplative for a moment. ]

I wish I could answer that question with a definitive yes. The truth is, none of us really know.

I take it your daughter isn't here?

[ Just as well, separation might be painful but this is no place for someone she presumes is a child. ]

[befehl]

( His lips twitch as if he wants to smile but trains himself not to. Hard to hold back that sense of high coming from the feeling of controlling someone. It's a brief spike of dopamine that ebbs away as soon as it's over, but one can see it in his eyes. The insanity past his courteous posture and politeness. Perhaps he can save the people here, too, if they abide by his orders like this. One thought transcends another, and the distant voice in this pastel dreamland calls out to him once again. Come back to me. It says.

Sunday swallows thickly and closes his eyes briefly to wish it away. Best to gaze upon Six, his beautiful complexion, his unique mark, and his eyes. Why would he feel shy about being this genetically gifted? Who hurt him! )

You're right. I have never heard of the term, but thank you. I won't say that I trust you but I like your obedience.

To answer your other question, my Master didn't convince me. He encouraged me to do so and he let me have the final say. It was my choice.

( That's what Sunday still believes, even if he accepts that Mr. Gopher Wood might have wished for him to make that exact choice. )

You can put your mask back on, Mr. Six. You seem quite...Nervous without it. There's no need to be. I also don't wish to bring you any harm, you see.

[unionized]

[Well, well, now there's an interesting observation to jot down for later. The gulls attack in packs — but back off just as quickly when numbers begin to strengthen against their own. Seems all the posturing and muscle-baring is just a feint in itself...

But it's gotten them to start retreating, either way, and he keeps up his assertive posture until they've started grumbling and heading in the other direction, leaving a wide berth for him to turn to the newcomer in his midst and examine him a little more closely.]

Well. I'm not walking around in a robe like this for my health.

[Meaning: yes, he would actually really like some clothes, thank you, this linen cover-up situation is one too-gusty breeze short of dick disaster at all times.]

That was a timely intervention. And you are...?

[wray]

[ A symbol to her people, huh. How strange that this place would be able to mimic something like that here, but perhaps it serves its purpose— it brings about a sense of familiarity and comfort.

He looks up, scanning the skies for something along the same vein, but finds none. The first one that he recognizes is nothing as poetic as hers. He points it out nonetheless, tracing along twin peaks before following the curve of a round body. ]

... This one is harder to see, but it's supposed to look like a cat. I don't believe it has a name— the kids at Stardust Town pointed it out to me one day, because they thought it was cute.

[softstoneheart]

That's the only explanation, right? Something that can pull people in from across dimensions and time. There isn't much else that could do it.

And it's not that you seem unwell. I meant like, you prolly went through a lot and now you've wound up here. That's a lot to process.

[ is she being presumptuous and thinking for him in the name of empathy? Yes. But she's confident she's right. ]

Anyway, if we have to play the game, I believe it should be on our own terms. And any choice we're able to make shouldn't be one we regret.

[ Sunday seems to be full of regrets. ]

I know I can't promise anything regarding your sister, but if there's anything we can do to facilitate it, we will.

ii

[pyrolyzed]

[ Fuuta's also been staring at the mermaids, chin resting on his hand with his arm propped against the bartop -- idly thinking about how this would probably be real disappointing if he were the type of otaku to give a shit about isekai harems or whatever. But he doesn't, so instead, it just feels fucking weird watching those half-fish people splashing about.

And distracted by those useless thoughts, Fuuta absently picks up the drink that comes sliding his way, bringing it halfway to his mouth before pausing at the sound of Kleken's words, realizing -- ]

... uh. [ That wasn't a hand that had slid the drink his way, was it? He'd only seen it out of the periphery of his vision, but he's still pretty sure. Still frozen holding his glass, he looks nervously to Kleken. ] Did you see what that thing was. The thing that gave me the drink.

[ He hasn't been paying attention, and thus totally missed Kleken procuring his own drink the same way.

[wray]

[ If anything, the erune simply feels bad. Whoever it is that Gallagher thinks he might be is definitely important to him, but it also sounds like he lost this person one way or another. How long it's been, Six can't tell, but it's long enough that he's convinced what he sees is real.

Is it kinder to allow him to keep thinking this way? Is it too cruel to shatter the illusion? ]

... Perhaps if you refrain from drinking any more than you have, I might tell you the answer you seek.

[ Again with the cryptic answers, but maybe removing the drink from the equation will help. ]

Gladiolus Amicitia | Final Fantasy XV | 9♦️ (current player)

[bedroll]

a show of strength.
[ Months ago, it might have taken a certain amount of goading, cajoling, and perhaps even bribery to convince Gladio to participate in even such an innocuous tournament. While he's certainly no stranger to showing off—and certainly unmissable for his size and obvious strength—nothing about this resort has ever rung entirely genuine for him. That is still the case now, especially with yet another change to the gardens, but it's been so long since he's gotten to experience anything like the outdoors, with a true feeling of warmth and sunlight, that he's willing to let down his walls, if only just a little bit.

There's been no shortage of boastful guests failing miserably, of course, the outer shell of the melons deceptively thick and hardy. He also has to admit that there's something lamentable about the amount of wasted food, especially with how red and juicy the flesh looks as it bakes out in the lamplight sun, creating a sticky sheen over the tarp with each (eventual) success. One thing he notes above all is that only a handful of participants seem to be checking their melons beforehand. A flick of the fingers and an ear that listens for the welcome, hollow thump of ripeness. He recognizes the trick, can practically imagine Ignis here, knocking away as if they're at some beachside stand in Old Lestallum, and it brings a soft smile to his face despite himself. ]

Care to throw your hat into the ring, big guy?

[ A casual, flirtatious offer from the MC, and Gladio turns that smirk towards her, folding his arms. There's a look on his face like he is considering his options, as the crowd groans in shared misery over another failed attempt. After a beat, Gladio turns his gaze to the guest beside him, and offers: ]

I feel like this could be more interesting. [ Such overconfidence. ] Go pick out a melon for me. If I get it in one, you join me at the bar for a drink. If I don't, you get to pick a date for us instead.

[ Is this actually a win-win for him? Yes but maybe that detail will slip by~ ]


a brush with romance.
[ While the lifeguards have left him alone for the most part, the last line of the agreement hadn't exactly sat well with him. He's not interested in trouble, and a scavenger hunt seems harmless enough. Besides, any excuse to bum around the beach a little longer is a good excuse. And what better excuse could there be, really, than to approach a stranger and casually ask for a harmless trade, or perhaps even to work together towards the goal.

Charming and charismatic, then, he makes pretty good progress fairly quickly (though he's saving those feathers for last. A drink is easy to acquire by offering to pay for a new one. And there are all kinds of things buried in the sand, if one bothers to dig even a little. Gladio approaches, then, all in black as usual, wearing a pair of sunglasses with another balanced on his head, a pair of leather sandals on his feet and another tied together with a length of discarded rope, dangling around his neck. His grin is easy, hopefully unsuspicious, and his Watch is prepped with the checklist of items just in case he's questioned about his motives. ]

This probably isn't the first time today you've been asked for this, but I was hoping you might be able to help me out with one of the kisses I need to collect for the scavenger hunt.


a glimpse of home(sickness).
[ It's not that he hasn't learned his lesson, between the other drink he'd tried today or even just his general experience with almost every consumable in the resort being a dice roll. It's simply that fireworks and a spot on the beach always feel a bit better with an icy drink in hand. He'd been tempted by the inclusion of the seaberry gin, and the ginger beer, and while it isn't anything he'd typically order, a fruity cocktail once in awhile isn't so bad. Besides, the lime juice is refreshing, and he figures that nothing so cheerfully colored can mean anything bad.

Famous last thoughts, of course.

The sun is long gone, but he takes up a place at one of the handful of bonfires crackling away in the sand. This, truly, feels like what he's been missing, as he takes his first sip. The scent of the wood and smoke, the rush of the waves as they crash along the shoreline—obviously it's the former that causes his eyes to itch and water, causes his chest to clench with a powerful ache. He sighs, heavily, to try to rid himself of the tightness, and turns to another seated at the same campfire, disappointed when the face doesn't look anything like Noctis. ]

You been here long? About three and half months now, for me, I think...

[ He takes another drink to stop himself, and to stop the strange compulsion to continue sharing. Though he'll have to swallow eventually. ]


ooc.
[ open to wildcards and other prompts above! gen or not-so-gen tags welcome. available via pm if you want to talk details but otherwise happy to roll with things~ ]

[minitrue]

( Two traitors stand beneath the open sky. They had their allegiances, neither of which aligned well with the other. For all intents and purposes, they're enemies.

And yet— )

All this time, and you're telling me no one's ever given you a hug? ...So that's what's wrong with you. ( If Sunday had someone to offer him affection every day of his life, there's a chance he would have still plunged Penacony into oblivion — if his Master asked it of him. Bird and Hound, both loyal to whom they serve. Gallagher leans his weight on Sunday's back. ) You'll make me feel sorry for you.

( Sunday had his sister, and Gallagher had countless nights of unnamed bedfellows. They both had their sources of warmth. So, no, there's no way for Sunday to be as touch-starved as he appears on the outside. Maybe it's just because his color palette is cool, and his manner is aloof.

That could be the reason he seems so lonely. )

Who'd've thought Hell's got beaches, seagulls, and barbecues? It's full of surprises. ( He should feel more violent, less forgiving. He points to a star instead. ) If you connect that one to that one, and then to that one there... it looks like a dove.

Your turn. Draw something.

[minitrue]

There's the old man I know.

( He looks more fond now that 'Mikhail's' words and appearance are more in line with each other. Cryptic works, it gives room for projection and interpretation. )

Sure, I'll play along.

( As much as he's been enjoying his mango mix, he's willing to set it aside for the sake of his old boss. He looks around at the shore, the soft waves, the night sky. When he looks back, the old man looks a little fuzzy... He should probably get this conversation moving before he disappears for another three-hundred years, but— but there's not much he feels he needs to say.

Maybe that's a good thing. )

Hell has more amenities than I was expecting. Less brimstone, more beaches. I could get used to this.