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

[skinstitch]

( his mind can't wrap its way around the feeling. what are these feelings, and where do they even come from? he's spent months worrying about them, but somehow they've never felt as keen as they do now; he's spent months denying them, but somehow it had been easier to skate around them the same way that fuuta skated around them all the same, as though they could both accept the distance if it came together, not from one side but from the both of them. but here, fuuta is clamoring to be closer to him in a way that he thinks he only felt once, distantly, during that stupid game--and is that it? he wouldn't put it above this place to make the whole beach some fucking love-drunk honey trap, and maybe fuuta's just more susceptible to it, or maybe he's spent more time here than he has. because there's something absolutely impossible about it, isn't there? the way that fuuta tucks in against his side, rubs his head in like a cat eager to mark its scent; no one would feel that way about him. no one would do that sort of thing without an ulterior motive or an excuse.

god, he doesn't understand it. why does it feel so good, being here? having fuuta look at him like he's the only person in the resort, now, like he'd rather not be anywhere else? it makes his heart rabbit, makes his stomach twist in discomfort; he can feel the tears of excitement, beading up behind his damaged lids, hoping for some kind of metallic, tangy release.

he wants to reach out and touch him, wants to pull that eyepatch off; if he's baring himself, here, then shouldn't fuuta bare himself all the same? but he cares, or he's forced to care, or it's the drink, or it's not any of those things, but all the things he keeps denying: he centers his gaze down onto the sand, between his knees, and gently, warily, lifts up the arm that's trapped between them. )

...Quirks. They're hereditary. You know? Like I said already.

( quiet, muttered--as he stretches his arm out around fuuta's shoulders, craning him in against the incessant heat of his side. )

You can inherit your father's quirk, or your mother's quirk, or whatever, a combination. Or even something completely different. My...father. ( his teeth clench a little, like it's hard to admit it: hard to use the word. ) He chose a woman based on her quirk to try to enhance his own, found that her family was willing to sell her off for it. You know, creating a designer baby. The kind of shit that society thinks is disgusting. He wanted that half-cold half-hot quirk, wanted to create a kid that could surpass the strongest pro hero.

Wanted a kid that could make him feel like less of a weak, fucking failure, being stuck at number two.

So they made me. ( his gaze is stuck so resolutely on the sand, almost like--he's afraid to look at fuuta now. ) My father's quirk is fire, my mother's quirk is ice. I only got the fire part, or so they thought, but that was fine. I had more power than he did. More potential. So he thought he'd raise me to be better than him, better than the number one hero, better than everyone.

( a slight tilt of his head; his fingers tighten in around fuuta's shoulder, like he'll keep him close by force if he has to. )

Started training, and all that. Convinced me to buy into the dream, you know? That I was gonna make it, or whatever. That I was gonna be the son he'd be so proud of, you know? ( a scoff of a laugh--real laughter, like it's actually funny. ) But turns out they fucked up, 'cause I had my mom's body. Tolerant against ice and cold, not heat and fire. I burned myself all the time, training, 'cause my body can't handle it. Still can't. 's why I'm hot all the time.

[skinstitch]

Oh come on, how can you say that?

( there's a familiar icy drawl to his voice--like he has to gather up everything he can as some kind of shoddy defense against the parts of him that rabbit in excitement at endeavor being here, talking to him, looking at him like he matters. it shouldn't matter, and it shouldn't outweigh the rage he feels, the anger, the hatred, all of them colliding together into an ugly ball of painful aggravation. but as much as he wants to lash out, as much as he wants to get up and walk away--

it's hard, when it's like this. maybe this is all some fucking hallucination, and maybe this is all he's going to get, before he goes back home to finish them all off. he has no idea.

his hands grip together, fingers fisting in against his palms, trying to figure out where he should put his own gaze, how he should sit, if it's better to clamor in closer or stay at a distance. )

People make wishes on stars all the time. For all you know, they might be real here.

( a soft, seething sort of voice, tempered with quiet anger. )

Make a wish. Go on. What do you want most, now that you've got everything else?

[skinstitch]

Oh yeah?

( as much of an insult as it might be, he chooses to take it as a compliment. kind of funny, all things considered, for the guy to just assume that he'd be able to fuck his way through enough of the resort to amass some amount of wealth; he doesn't know whether it would be in his best interests to tell the truth, or lie, or leave it up to bakugou's shitty imagination.

naturally, he decides that he'd like to push it as far as he can go--it's been awhile since he's been around someone this ornery, and in a way, the resort has been a bit dull without some antagonistic fervor there, in the form of a well-worn palm sparking little firecrackers at him in anger. )

Don't be jealous. I'd fuck you if you asked.

( that's going to get him into trouble--which is why he claps another hand at bakugou's back, forcing him to tumble forward. the doors at the end of the hall give, with his weight against them, and the crack between them brandishes the full fervor of the fake sun, outside, and the fresh smell of sand, salt, and the crisp taste of ocean in the air; he winces at it, but gives another shove to make sure bakugou ends up tumbling through the doors all the same.

another round out here, and he hates it all the same. the sun's hot, despite it being fake, and the sand is hotter still, and there's all kinds of noise from the sounds of the nearby bar to the people splashing around in the ocean, laughing and squealing and having fun.

and he's here. with this stupid little virgin shit. trying to get him to cover up his dick with more than just a flimsy robe. )

Go right. ( he says, loudly, as he begrudgingly follows at bakugou's heels. ) The stupid lifeguards. You see them.

[virtuesignal]

[What about the drinks? Concord thinks, before it leaves his mind, which is too concerned with too many other ideas. Face and ears stuck with a dusting of red, Concord buried his face into a hand, rubbing roughly at his nose and eyes with his thumb and index. Grumbling with a lack of focus,]

I'm not- shy- [he's shy, but also aggressive. A strange combination to deal with in such a situation,] This isn't in my nature. Sex-... for a unicorn-

[just slipping that in there, a unicorn, not knowing that has any kind of a modern slang connotation to it. Which makes him saying the next part, quite seriously, likely unintentionally funny to hear,]

It's sacred. [this really could use a better explanation from Concord, but he's drunk and flustered and feeling more and more disoriented. Who is he even talking to about this? He doesn't talk about this. Not even with... the one person who might understand him,]

[blastedass]

[He's keeping his damn arms crossed and alternating between scowling at the sea and glancing at the other boy, trying his best to keep his mind off the heat thrumming under his skin. And to not look like he's grinding up and down the fucking tree. A hard grunt of annoyance answers the lack of real retribution from this place.]

They're probably gonna blackmail you with something or try to trick you with a memory.

[If he had to take a guess why this place wanted to rifle through someone's thoughts like that. But if it's eye-for-an-eye when the hotel comes to people trying to learn about it or break it, well... Let's see who can take a bigger ass kicking.

Bakugo tenses up. Shit, don't call him out on that bullcrap!]

Don't play fucking coy with me! You know exactly what's going on!

[Even if he's wanting to deny the drug's affect on him, it's obviously working. He's determined to sweat it out if he has to! If that'll even work... It doesn't feel like it will. Reluctantly, he has to admit the guy's been helpful...]

Bakugo Katsuki.

[emyoji]

[ He smiles gently, allowing himself to be at home in this shared dream. It's always a little uncomfortable not knowing what mighty be dredged up in a realm like this. Most of his dream walks are difficult, ruled by spirits that don't like intrusions. If the dream pulls things out of their minds, won't they see the secrets he tries to keep tucked away? Seimei is a little startled when Weiss takes his wrist, not expecting that very human contact, but he shifts in her grip until he can take her hand instead. It just feels more right if they both hold on, rather than one person grabbing the other. ]

Shouldn't that be my line?

[ He tries to joke about it, but he draws closer to her as much as she sticks with him, and while he's looking out at the water pushing up toward them, he catches sight of something riding the waves inland: a shadow that looks familiar enough to make his grip tighten. ]

I suppose... dreams can include all kind of things, can't they?

[belheir]

[That's interesting to know. Then Ruby must be someone who Weiss thinks is incredibly dependable? Must be, considering Weiss is someone who likes everything well organized and correctly planned out. Either way, he'll probably end up meeting her one way or another. Either she'll show up here (Hopefully not), or he'll meet her when he tags along with Weiss back to her world.]

You must trust Ruby and your team a lot then, huh?

[blastedass]

[that only earns a growl as he's steered down the hallway. with everything dabi's said so far, can he really be blamed for thinking the villain's been able to stock up on his fortune. no one's going to look at that mess of scar tissue, piercings, rude attitude, and think the words prude and polite fit him. he can see the other being picky about his partners, but certainly not a celibate lifestyle. then again... dabi's been a busy villain too. maybe he didn't have time or interest either.

what has that done for him in this place? he doubts there are any heroes or villains clashing in a place obsessed with sex. dabi's as much a prisoner here as anyone else. might not've had anything better to do. questions and rationalizations grumble in his head, a constant murmur as his feet carry him wherever they're going. he doesn't have to play this game! he'll take this bullshit and-]

I'LL SMEAR YOU ACROSS THE WALL!!

[screeched mid stumble as one foot catches on the other thanks to that shove. he doesn't fall, instead clattering against the doors and knocking them open with his shoulder. a sharp cuss splits the air as sunlight stabs him right in the eyes, blinding him from the less-brilliant hallway for a second. wood groans beneath an anchoring hand on the railing, a leg stabbing against the wooden flooring to stop himself from pitching forward into the sand like a screw up.

seething, he straightens up, caught off guard by the sight in front of him. hotel, building, resort, but suddenly there's a very real scene splaying out, as if blatantly proving dabi's been telling the truth. sight, smell, sound, everything's exactly as it'd be in any normal scene like this, reminding him instantly of a summer festival at the beach.

except this time, instead of some friends from middle school, he's getting shadowed by a murderous prick who's talking about fucktopia and infuriatingly vindicated of most doubt. somehow... doubling the shitty robe around his waist again. dammit, really should've grabbed a sheet. or ripped dabi's shirt off; he doesn't need it.]

Don't order me around! [look, he's used to tokoyami, but animal-headed people aren't exactly common. this place has a whole flock of them, scattered around in their red suits, tan glows, and toned bodies. gross. it's like a lewd fantasy. probably on purpose.] Why the hell do all of them have bird heads?

[but he's going, he's going. even if he's not gonna be the nicest person to the guards. tempting to slam one of them right against the nearest surface and demand answers...]

[befehl]

( What is he truly afraid of? It's a difficult question to process at first, especially as Six's features gradually get closer. So close his heart starts throbbing in his throat, taking away the words that feel like they're on the tip of his tongue. He's unsure how to answer and if he were able to, should he expose his fragilities? )

It is a dream, yes. This almost feels like a part of my home.

( Part of it is comforting, knowing this isn't reality - and perhaps if they stay here, Sunday could learn and master the threads that make this place come together. He could rebuild the sweet dream, no?

His gaze lowers from Six's eyes, hard as it is because they are a beautiful sight. Yet something else grabs Sunday's attention. Those lips of his. Does he want a kiss? Perhaps that would make his wounds feel better. He swallows dryly, leaning closer and tilting his head and barely letting his words skirt over his lips. )

What if I don't want to wake up?

[softstoneheart]

Yeah.

[ There's no shame in that, the way she sees it. It's not like she's imagining him on a leash or something.

The mention of foreshadowing is an interesting point, though. Definitely one worth considering. She loves a good thought exercise, especially if ties into ways to be prepared for whatever the House throws at them. ]

Then... based on what we're seeing now, what do you expect the event will be like?

[empaler]

[ she's out of place here, amidst the sand and balmy breeze. she belongs in the dueling ring with sword in hand, or the forests hunting her prey. having to find a purpose in a place where being aimless and indulgent is encouraged seems almost daunting. there's little else she can do but to participate in their games.

like this one. she glances down at her watch, skimming through the message. ]

A scavenger hunt? [ not the kind of hunt she's used to, but it'll do. some items seem easy enough — the feathers, the sunglasses; even the kisses. ] If we work together, this should go by fairly quickly.

[loosestrifes]

Bakugo. See? I'll repeat mine again for you, but I'm Esikko Bloemrose.

( A simplified version of a longer name, one that he hates to begin with, one that hardly matters here, where he's a Prince of nothing. Still, the way that he sounds out Bakugo's name is purposefully accentuated, his eyes focused and watching for any reactions. Some people really like to hear their names, so he's just a little curious. )

In any case, is it playing coy to try and offer you a bit of subtlety in this embarrassing sort of moment? You're so hot-tempered. I doubt that's helping your situation right now.

( All that heat, all that blood rushing to one head and now to another? Goodness. He stretches his legs back out, another insistent pat on the towel beside him. )

Come on, you're bringing attention to yourself up there. Those lifeguards are going to rush over if they notice you in need like that.

[laserguy]

[A part of him still gets angry when he hears that he's been drugged numerous times. He knows it's misplaced to some degree, but Scott can't fully deny that emotion. Sure, he's dealt with it before as well, but it's worse when it happens to others. At the very least, he doesn't really show it, leaving the comment well alone. He knows that the demon can still set boundaries and everything, which is important, even if it doesn't make everything fine either.

But as he slowly slides his hand down, slipping past the cloth to grip his hardened erection, his thoughts about that fade away. It's impossible for him to fully prevent drinks from being drugged or the atmosphere itself from affecting people, but... he can maybe change his own attitude, see what Kazuya may really want.]

It's me asking.

[Even if he's biting his lip to stop himself from groaning.]

[swearfilter]

[Six months... Eesh, that's way longer than he was hoping to hear. And then Blade pulls up a profile and Boothill makes a face. Give him a moment (or five) to read through the info; he's a little slow at that...]

Can't believe the darn General's here. What a weird coincidence.

[But that's what it is, right? It's not like Boothill's ever actually spoken to Jing Yuan, after all. Though he did show up in Penacony for awhile... Maybe it has something to do with that?]

So this [gesturing to the watch] is some kinda network thing? Lettin' you communicate with everyone else here, presumably?

[keyeju]

[ She did, but that's an inconvenient fact to him right now. ]

Not this much!

[ Probably exactly about this much, the difference is the first time he had the ability to pass on whatever horrendous outfit she might pick, and he was no worse for the wear.

And this time he's desperate and horny without wanting to fess up to the fact. Not that it isn't obvious. ]

[swearfilter]

[Between the remark and the question, Boothill can't exactly help the flush and he laughs, once again a little self-consciously.]

Ain't nothin' you did wrong - simply got lost in my head for a bit, there. I haven't been this close to anyone in... awhile.

[So maybe he was worried about enjoying it too much instead of seeming distant and possibly insulting. Really, thinking about this too much is just going to do his head in, and he'd rather not think about how long it's been since anyone last touched him like this, when those memories are so intrinsically tied to his desire for revenge, which he can't even pursue here.]

Didn't mean to offend, and if you're lookin' for more, then maybe I'd be down to indulge ya.

[It's a little awkward, like he hasn't properly flirted in a long time, but he's trying to bring his confidence back because hell, this place encourages it, and Boothill's not one to be so uncertain for long.]

[swearfilter]

Sure am.

[He's grinning when he says it... but it sounds serious. Goal-oriented. Yeah. That's a good way of wording it.

Anyway, Boothill finishes drying off and getting changed, sauntering out and heading toward the exit before pausing.]

...Didn't catch your name, did I? Name's Boothill. This sure is a heck of a way to meet someone, huh?

[counterblowing]

It's always efficiency with you, isn't it? [To kill two birds with one stone - maybe even literally - isn't that the essence of what they would do? No matter what's destroyed in the process. What was it Shalom had called herself before - a perfect tool? Does she intend to be one even here?] Paradeisos to the core.

[Let off her chain, she presses the attack, squeezing the neck in her hand until the squeaking is hoarse before tossing the lifeguard at his coworkers. Even weaponless, the lifeguards are low on the pecking order. She learned that quickly enough when she'd nearly drowned one earlier. Dealing with them won't even make her break a sweat. She finds no difficulty talking as she roughs the gulls up enough for them to stop flailing uselessly around them and turn tail.

Rahu explains from top to bottom, though she keeps the basics in their barest detail. The sex is acknowledged but glossed. When she clears the birds out in a wide half-circle around them, she spares a glance at Shalom's wrist, her hand (its location), confirming what she already expected. It's information she already has.]

I can confirm we remain in the resort despite the location. Everything about this beach is planted here to enable decadence. [Some of the distaste for Eastside's elites bleeds into her words and into the heaviness of her blows.] The level of control exerted by the facility is high. I've been warned against freely consuming food or drink without being aware of potential side effects.

[factoring]

Hmm... Maybe I haven't teased you enough?

[ She does, very deliberately, start walking slower.

Nobody's ever accused her of being easy to deal with. ]

[laserguy]

[That grief is something he's familiar with, perhaps too familiar. Often seeing it on himself, on his teammates, on people he encounters on missions... but it never fully erases the sympathy that blossoms in his chest. He lets Mitsuru gather her thoughts though, keeping quiet with a sad if understanding smile to him.

Their time here was the only time they had. He's not sure how close she and Mitsuru were, but it doesn't matter. It's obvious that she was important to her.]

Yes. [...] She was one of the first people that I've met here and... I'm aware of her circumstances, so I tried to check on her every so often.

[A small breath exhales from the mutant, wondering what else he can say.] She was compassionate. Kind.

[broca]

[ It's a great joke, Hung! Unfortunately the big cat is taking it seriously, because his brow is actually furrowing as he looks down at his feet.

He's found himself missing his drill on multiple occasions since coming here, and that feeling is hitting hard and heavy right now. ]

The floor's concrete, so it wouldn't be easy. If we had the right kind of tools though...

[ He is now, very genuinely, considering digging a hole on the lowest level to see what happens. ]

[lieabilities]

[ Probably the best take to have when it comes interacting with Kleken. Even he would suggest as much, if asked. ]

[ Ever the gentleman, he gives Olivine's hand a light and brisk shake, his own smile... well, not warm and gentle, but friendly-looking at least. The air of suspicion is a hard one to shake off with a face like this. ]

The pleasure is mine, Olivine. I can't say I've met very many men of religion such as yourself.

[ More honestly, he pointedly avoids such men. ]

You must have a very interesting life.

[catmemes]

[ There's a long pause before all Kai can do is offer a more than slightly nonplussed blink. That's it? ]

Sure, okay.

[ Should he be offended at his cat shape being dubbed 'more appealing'? Possibly. Being called a specimen? Probably. But it's not as if he minds being petted, generally speaking, so now is not the time to start borrowing trouble.

And really he should just keep his mouth shut, but curiosity has always been a besetting sin for a lot of reasons. ]

Do you pet a lot of youkai? I thought you didn't like us.

[wholefoods]

Your name, if I may have it. Mine is Ashiro Mina.

[I won't stop looking for a way out of this. Is it bad that such determination brings a small smile to her face? It reminds her of a dear friend, and the comfort that brings is so genuine that Mina is unable to hide it.

After shifting her weight briefly and flexing her fingers, she decides to add something else:]

If you're that determined, don't worry much about injuring me. It would be a small price to pay for freedom.

[bountyfull]

[ For a moment, Vash really wishes that Ches currently had that stupid wolf-face he had back then. It'd be easier to get his mouth to stop moving. ]

Stop, I'm really no good with compliments. [ It's said without bite, one of Vash's hands lifting to rub bashfully at the back of his head. At least he's not outright denying the compliment. It's small progress.

There's something about the expression on Ches' face that has the heat crawling up the back of his neck and he laughs again. He'd be a liar if he said he hadn't also enjoyed himself then. ]

I had fun too. So, thank you.