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

[pyrolyzed]

[ ... he genuinely can't tell if this guy's just fucking with him, or if he's actually unwell. What's worse is that there are so many nutcases in this resort that either option seems equally plausible.

And while Fuuta does squint at Kleken in obvious suspicion for a moment, he does ultimately heave a sigh before starting to push his barstool back. ]

How should I fucking know. But I thought I passed by a first-aid tent earlier, if you want help getting there, I guess.

[ Yes, he's volunteering to help if necessary. No, he's not actually going to say as much. ]

[counterblowing]

Yeah. [It's a heady, low confirmation that can be felt purring in the hollow of her throat. Yeah, they are compromised. Yeah, she wants to fuck her just as badly. Her own hands position themselves on Hilda's hips, keeping her to her rhythm. Her breath just about completely stops whenever teeth graze her skin.

Never mind that they haven't kissed; they haven't even met, not properly. What does that matter now, though? Her desire is simultaneously fixated and indiscriminate. Her attention is wholly centered on Hilda, on the flush heat of being nestled between her thighs and the meandering of her fingers, but it doesn't matter that it's her. Not much matters - not the slow exploration that would make them more than strangers, not even her own belief that she isn't entitled to this sort of stupid, frivolous indulgence.

How does Hilda feel about kabedons? Well, it's a pillar holding up the thatched roof of the cabana booth, but that basically functions as a wall here. Rahu pulls her around the corner into the shade provided by the thatching, guiding her back against one such wooden pole. It's a little more private - by a percentage or so, little more than "not on the main walkway."]

Right now? [Rahu repeats with a soft curve to her mouth, pressing that smile to the delicate shell of her ear.] Right here? [It's pushing the statement to find the truth of it before there simply isn't another option than "right here, right now." Her own common sense is being pushed in the same way, every possible inhibitor disabled by spontaneity and impulsivity and need. Rahu's fingers find the dangling tie of Hilda's bikini bottoms, hooking but not unraveling.] Like this? If that's the case, I shouldn't have any trouble meeting your needs.

[unionized]

[He drops his head when Tseng's fingers slide out of him, the uncompromising desktop crushing his cheek in a way that's only just unpleasant enough to be a nuisance, and bites hard on his tongue to keep a faint noise of discontent stifled in his throat. It's only now that he's got the space to think amidst the lull in sensation that he realizes how achingly hard he is, and to remember how Tseng had said let me and then didn't — had left him wanting.

It's such a strikingly odd reversal of the norm. Tseng denying him. Tseng leaving him deprived. It'd be hotter than Ifrit's fires to contemplate if he weren't so preoccupied with how badly he wants to come. It'll be dizzying later when he thinks back on it in the shower or beneath his comforter, unable to stop thinking about a killer's fingers biting into his wrist and a low imperative not to touch himself at all.

He's still drifting on that thought when that same hand comes down heavy on his back like a weight — hells below, how many different ways will Tseng find to pin him, and all of them absolutely intoxicating? — and it's the only warning he gets before suddenly he's penetrated in one swift movement that leaves him no time to react or respond.

He almost doesn't hear the word on Tseng's breath past the pounding of blood in his ears and the overwhelmed noise he only just barely manages to swallow. Almost — except that it's so rare for Tseng to make a sound at all, so rare that he's resonant with each and every one, and he's never in his life heard Tseng's breath tremble before.]

Tseng —

[It's hard to say in that moment what he actually wants more: to come, or to know that Tseng came because of him. His body has one very emphatic opinion on it. The ache in his chest holds the other. But what follows, in a whisper of his own, is perhaps telling: ]

Let me — hear you —

[The fact that he doesn't move at first has nothing to do with lack of interest and everything to do with wanting to savor this. Maybe it makes him a brat, to squeeze his eyes shut and hold still and let Tseng do all the world while he preoccupies himself with memorizing the white lightning of pleasure across every nerve, and the radiant heat their bodies produce, and what he aches to believe is the brush of the tips of Tseng's hair against his sweat-beaded skin. It doesn't take long, though, before they come together at an angle that he wants to feel again and again, and that's when he starts rocking back as best he can, adding his own force to the determined clash of their hips.]

[bleakdecember]

[It's almost ironic, how similar they just might be. Though his heart is filled with blood that perhaps this puppet lacks, he has felt strings tugging at him all the same. The Black Mask was less of an assassin, in the end, and more just a gun Shido could point.

Of course, it's not something he's so easy to admit, either.]

I was a detective. [His smile is a little sharper now, hungry.] I live for the truth. Even if it would destroy me.

[bleakdecember]

Oh, is that so? I find sometimes that elevates the experience. [He smiles, more than a little mischevious. Even so, he leans even closer to Concord, almost close enough to touch.

And then his smile fades.]

...What does that have to do with sex?

[bleakdecember]

[...Sometimes he wonders what it would have been like if he had grown up with Shido around. He can't imagine it was good. Even so, their experiences are separated by a chasm he can't quite cross. He hums, contemplative and sympathetic, but not fulling willing to engage.]

Oh, since when are you competitive? [He smirks a bit, turning to look at her.] Be careful. I never give up on a fight.

[relater]

[ The sensation of a mooring — he likes that. ]

Vengeance? [ (spiritually batting his eyelashes.) ] No, no, nothing like that. I'm not the violent type at all. I'm simply saying that if they're here to help us at the request of the resort, we shouldn't have any problem collecting a few feathers...

[ But like, if something more vengeful were to happen... he ain't no snitch. ]

[ratratrat]

[There's a glimmer in Baptiste's eye that Charlie gleefully recognizes. Desire, want, hope - call the feeling anything! It's the opening of a transaction, the weight of an opportunity falling straight into his lap. He leers with clear eagerness of his own as the man sets the scene.

Context is everything with humor, after all.

He shifts in his seat, leg bouncing and fingers drumming idly on the bar. This man presents the absurdity of Charlie nude - a harrowing sight. Or of closely examining his crotch for just the right hair. Gross, but could be fun.

Bitey

His fingers stop.

Charlie's gaze hardens, descending from eyes to neck. He doesn't know if he can even swallow this blood, but the thought of sinking his fangs in and feeling its warmth immediately overtakes everything else.] A.. uh.. bite's gonna be the best option for you, I think. [He gestures at his physique, but the coy self depreciation comes across flat.]

Where do you want it? [Where Charlie would normally point, instead he reaches, fingers poised to brush skin but not yet connecting.]

Ib - Hopping into some fascinating first impressions here!

[molotovmoustache]

[What else could Baptiste do with a declaration like that but stare? A skewer of succulent rabbit meat still in hand, the man gazes upon Basch with a sense of awe. His lips begin to twitch into a smile, as his brain confirms that what he heard was exactly what was said.

His mouth opens, teeth grasping to tear a piece of meat off of the skewer. Even as he’s met with the ever-welcome burn of fire on his tongue - his amusement does not falter.]

That is a new one, mon cher. Go ahead. Don’t stop there, as I am very much listening. [Baptiste's tone drops with that last statement, his gaze careful as he gives Basch a rather obvious once over.]

[Baptiste pops his hip as he waits for a follow-up to such a heartfelt pick-up. Was it a joke? A secret third scavenger hunt he hadn’t known about yet? He takes another bite, blissfully unaware that he was about to learn just how such a blunt desire could've manifested.]

[ratratrat]

[Seclusion - now that sounds like a real kind of Hell. Charlie's lip crinkles dismissively at the thought. While this place hasn't been outright hostile, there hasn't been much peace. The avian lifeguards made sure of that, and he wants to think the chaos is a standard feature.

So, it's already better than wherever this guy is from.

But Charlie appreciates a pitch, so he listens intently. His arm slides along the bar, sleeve of his robe darkening as it soaks in the liquid spattered along it. Closer, so he can catch another glimpse of what looked like something personal.

When the question comes to him, Charlie looks up at his company. Perhaps a bit insolent, or maybe that's just how his eyes look.] I can find my own fun, if that's what you mean. I'm not runnin' up any ladders for the top seat.

It's better to sit on a bar stool and talk to old men. [Is this... flirting? Yeah a little.] What about you? You got a.. uh.. [He circles his finger in the air, thoughts catching up with mouth.]

You got motivation? Or are you aimless?

[counterblowing]

[She's never thought about concealing her status, not given how essentially impossible it is to do in DisCity. Rahu's relied on becoming a Sinner to open doors that were once closed; it doesn't matter that she had to touch something the FAC has been fighting for years.]

That's also something you don't have to worry about. If you're unfamiliar, it won't present a problem to you. The only ones who should worry are the ones pulling the strings.

[It really is the way she talks, isn't it? So gentle but with a calculating edge. Rahu's already weighing Kokomi's interest in her mind. It's impossible, having just met someone, to tell if they're hiding something, but no one "just has" an interest in military strategy regardless of how tender they appear. It's difficult not to look for signs of that truth in the still surface of Kokomi's eyes.

She rubs the outside of her wrist with her knuckles, working out a bit of soreness that came from pummeling the gull guard for as long as she did.]

You said you had powers. So do Sinners, but whatever separated you from yours here probably wouldn't work on mine. You could think of it like a modification. [There's some very wry, even cold dryness to her voice at that.] My abilities are useful for serving as a bodyguard and eliminating threats.

[Her explanation threads the believable needle of being direct without actually clarifying with any real specificity: plenty of information, not very much insight.]

[ratratrat]

[Let's follow the formula: Drugging your friend can be a nice gift too, if you believe.

Charlie's tongue toys with his cheek, a gesture of satisfaction as Aak tells him exactly what he wants to hear. Less important is whether everything is strictly true - these are the terms of their business, after all. What's said is said.

He taps his foot, running a finger along his jaw idly before his mouth opens and that hand joins his voice in Italian Communication.] That's good to know! You've got the right angle...

Though I'm not sure I understand - what do you have that makes a good gift? [This is bullshit he understands he just wants a more explicit menu he can pitch to other people when he's sending them Aak's way.]

[ratratrat]

[When he stands facing her, Charlie makes no attempt to hide his appraisal of the woman opposite him. His gaze falls from cheek to jaw to scar to hips. She's alluring, but not in the carnal way. He likes tension - feeling it stubbornly twist under his fingertips is a pleasure of its own.

Not to mention the temptation of the ensuring two favors of profit.

He looks to her eyes, and there he stares. Uncannily, but maybe that's better than lascivious.]

You're gonna ache when you get out of that, you know. [He gestures to the pillory as if it's a new component to this whole ordeal.] I can tell, you're tense. I worked some of it out in your back, but your shoulders- [He reaches forward and squeezes her shoulder. Not a massage, not yet. His grip slackens, but he doesn't pull back.] It'll be nice from the front.

[If this sounds like a sales pitch, that's because it is.]

[molotovmoustache]

[Amen on the milking all day, buddy. Baptiste hadn't worried too much about how well it kept though. It wasn't like he was going to have to drink it after all of this.

... Right?

Baptiste watches Eiden's pectorals perk up, and realizes the first stone has been cast. A deliberate little display while those wandering eyes take him in. Baptiste stature remains on the taller side for a man of his time - his athletic build a great weight when it comes to working an open sheer robe and a speedo. One of his own hands traces down the sloping path of a cinched waist, only to slip to toy with the band of his own speedo.

If the other's eyes were going to wander - it was only fair for Baptiste to put on a show.]

I do like a go-getter, I do have to say. [Baptiste's tone drops, as if sharing a mischievous secret to the man who has approached him. Even with the water he's had - there is an undeniable scent of fuel that clings to the performer.

The moment Eiden is close enough, Baptiste hand slides away from his own speedo - though he doesn't bother to fix that fact that he's sent the waistband askew. It dips to only accent the curvature from waist to hip. That same hand reaches out to grasp Eiden's and tug him the remaining few steps closer.

He guides the other's hand to trace down his abdomen as he continues to speak in low tones]

But would you like to feel how hot it can get? You could watch me swallow... and then perhaps with that you had been that flame, hm?

[A click of his tongue. His brows raise as he lets go of Eiden's hand. It's only a moment before he slowly tears himself away - his hips swaying with the promise of just what they could offer before he turns to walk towards the promise of that shady set up. He picks up his "water" bottle along the way - just. in. case.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Narumi doesn't seem flushed. So that's a good sign, right? This isn't the resort fucking with them with laced foods yet again? It's just that the spices aren't a type that he's used to. ... right?

Too bad Fuuta's just settled on that comforting line of thought and tried to convince himself of it when the sudden grab at his shirt collar has him second-guessing himself. The hard yank at his clothes is enough to shake a wobbly yelp out of him, and -- right, this fucker is unfairly much stronger than he looks, because he can't even put up much resistance as he's dragged along. ]

What th -- what competition?! [ It's a struggle just to keep up, and his slides catching against the sand has him stumbled a step, almost falling over before managing to regain his balance. ] N-not that I'm scared?! I'll fucking do it, but you can't just ... !

[ All that yanking at his hoodie's not only stretching the fabric, but also tugging it where it sits against his body. If Narumi looks back, he might spot the way it's come off one shoulder, exposing where Fuuta's T-shirt underneath is practically plastered against his body with sweat, damp and dark. But also ... Fuuta's face flushes hotter as he tugs down the hem of his hoodie, trying real hard not to visibly walk funny as he tries to keep pace.

-- it's gotta be the food, he tells himself. It's purely the food. It's not that the sensation of an obnoxious asshat like Narumi practically yanking his clothes off him sends a little tingle down his spine. ]

[molotovmoustache]

[The shifts of Charlie's expression brings its own sort of amusements. Yet there is something in that gaze at the promise, no desire for a bite. The edge of Baptiste's mouth quirks in interest as he presses forward to meet those fingers as they rise up.

He starts their connection of fingers on his neck and his flesh tingles in anticipation. A strange, eagerness slips beneath his own flesh - distracting him from a proper comeback to that little bit of self-depreciation.]

Is the neck not the showstopper's choice? [Baptiste answers, the anticipation in his voice audible.] Besides, it'll be an easy bite mark to count if it's in full view. So don't be shy, now.

[There was an attempt to brace himself, a curious side eye trying to focus and catch a glimpse at any possible fangs just before they made their stunning appearance.]

[nonvoting]

[ honestly, he would have. he meant to—it's just that hearing rufus say he wants tseng was enough to sear all other logical thought from his brain, and with it the idea of putting his hand around rufus' dick. and now, with the full length of his cock buried inside rufus, tseng can think of nothing else except how badly he wants to make rufus come.

not to come himself, although inevitably that will be a consequence of what they're doing here. no—at the root of it this dream has always been about rufus. in the privacy of his own subconscious tseng will make demands of him, yes, will be harsh and demeaning and a little bit of a bully, but it has always been and always will be in service of rufus' pleasure. ]

Hah— [ tseng grits a breath out between clenched teeth, a sound that's half moan, half breathless laugh. even like this, rufus has it in him to give orders. ] Say please.

[ not that he has any control over it, now. tseng couldn't stop himself moaning if he tried, and no matter how much he tries to swallow them down, to bite them back, he can't help the way they spill from his throat, staccato little noises of pleasure as he fucks rufus like nothing else exists. he leans forward over rufus, his hair sliding over his shoulder to drag over the pale, bare skin of his back, a contrast of color that hits tseng in the solar plexus and leaves him momentarily breathless.

it's a supernova all over again when rufus finds purchase on the surface of the desk and begins to rock his hip back to meet tseng's. so that's the angle, then—tseng holds it, precise and steady, his cock rubbing directly over that same place inside rufus again and again. ]

[counterblowing]

[That sense of danger and the accompanying sense of relief... who's to say there isn't something in that primed to spark emotions and run them into overdrive? Wouldn't reuniting with (or meeting with) someone who was safe against all odds drive that attachment strong like a spike into the heart? She would have wished for that so many times.

At least, that seems to be the secret to this dream and what Rahu's feelings sought in having another person with her in it. It's almost reverently that she helps Weiss to her feet so she can get a better look at her, like handling a precious gemstone.]

Weiss, is it? [Her hands begin to tenderly skim Weiss' arms and shoulders. They're calloused but move softly, respectfully.] My name's Rahu. Is there anywhere you're concerned about? I'll take a look.

[unionized]

[There isn't even anything holding his wrists down, now. Nothing to stop him from quite literally taking matters into his own hands, but for the fact that Tseng said don't and he can't think of a time he's ever had that before, that rare novelty of obedience without resentment even when it would be to his undeniable benefit to rebel.

Tseng feels big inside him — more than he's ever done to himself, and hotter, and more forceful — and each shove drives his stomach into the lip of the desk, conspicuous bruises that will leave nothing to the imagination when it comes to how he'd incurred them.

If you'd asked him an hour before this very moment, he would've said with certainty that he'd be thinking about appearances at a moment like this, and perhaps lingering over thoughts of what old Daddy dearest would have to say about his conduct. The Rufus of an hour ago hadn't anticipated how impossible it is to think of anything else but Tseng at a time like this, as he feels himself hurtling towards climax and bites his lip to try to stave it off as long as he can — in part to make it last, and in part to force Tseng to make him come, as much a challenge as anything else between them.]

Why —

[His fingers slide against the smooth plane of the desktop. Sparks fly behind his eyes as Tseng settles into the angle he wants and holds it mercilessly, again and again until the white-hot pleasure follows a predictable cadence, until he's already holding his breath against each next flash of it, already cognizant of when the remainder will hit.

(He's almost at his own breaking point; orgasm isn't far off, now. He wants it like he wants the world: either to take it himself, or to have Tseng hand it to him.)

If only, he thinks. If only he could see the look on Tseng's face, right now; it would be more than enough, though enough of what he isn't altogether sure.]

You'll — do it either way —

forms are done, i'm in the comms, i'm plotting. you know what time it is

[starcinoma]

[ she knows that voice. she even knows that tone. these are familiar things, things she could expect.

what she isn't expecting is seeing the general of the xianzhou luofu, in a bathing suit, idly eating some ice cream. ]

General...?

[ the gulls sense weakness. the mewing grows louder. stelle glances back, fear crossing her expression - but only for a moment. it's about establishing dominance, after all. and she knows exactly what to do:

a flip. ]

Yes, sir!

[ she crouches. she flexes her skinny arms. and with a mighty push off the sand, she leaps into a front flip.




and then she absolutely wipes out face first into the sand, just like everyone involved expected. sorry, stelle. that wasn't the correct choice for that conversation branch. ]

[loosestrifes]

Ah, a pleasure, Enji. I'm Esikko Bloemrose.

( There are a number of names his idiot of a father gave him, but only these two that he's bothered to introduce himself with here. It's a little more comfortable, without the title, without the excessive names, at least. The prince gets to cleaning and patching up injuries, and despite the shady way he'd been scooting around the clinic just moments earlier, he is actually focused and attentive. )

Mm, I did recently look into things with some magic of mine. The House is an entity on its own, one filled with suits, or separate parts fighting for energy.

( As he talks, he doesn't bother with eye contact, too focused on what he's doing. Cleaning, applying ointment, bandaging— obviously the lost arm is the focus here, and so he takes his time with it. )

This resort is filled with things that draws energy from us, filled with a constant struggle of power. Sex is the main way to replenish that energy, of course, so that's why it's so encouraged by the staff and the longer-term residents here.

( Smearing on the last of the antibiotic ointment, he turns to set the washcloth aside and grab the bandages. )

It's encouraged forcefully, when necessary. Energy transfer and battles between the suits seems a large part, but I was retaliated against before I could dig any deeper with my magic. I think that about covers it?

[loosestrifes]

Haha. You'll kill them?

( It's such a funny thing to hear, so casually, but from someone he saw make an explosion out of nothing. Satisfied by his presence on the towel next to him, Esikko smiles. )

With that little magic trick of yours? Well, but it wouldn't solve your problem, and I doubt that returning to the room you arrived in would, either.

( He steals a glance down, shamelessly, and then glances back over the beach with a lightly exasperated sort of sigh. )

Though, to be honest, I'm not sure if the drugs they lace the food with have the same rules that the "game" does. Wouldn't it be a bit disappointing, though, to go through all that only to end up with the same neglected sort of pain?

[starcinoma]

Not really. I mean, she has to stay in shape somehow, right?

[ not everyone can be a spindly little twig like her. some people have perfectly sculpted thighs. those things don't come easy, you know!

all jokes aside, though, she listens to his explanation with that same expression of mute interest. there's a tiny motion when he suggests she join - a small shake of her head, a small twitch upwards at the corner of her lips - but still she stays silent, all the way up until that last bit. she thinks for a moment, visibly turning the question over in her mind. and finally, after a good four seconds, she just says: ]

...you probably wouldn't want to hear it.

[ because he's absolutely right. this place doesn't bother her, and more than that, she can think of one or two things that would. things she has direct experience with, even! but they're not the sort of thing you dump on someone unwilling. ]

SORRY FOR THE DELAY i apped in and promptly panicked over the app for the whole time. i'm in now hi

[starcinoma]

[ whatever satisfaction she might have derived from her victory is short-lived. the truth of the matter is, blade isn't the staring contest she would have hoped to have win in the first place. dan heng would probably have put up more of a fight; march would have gotten a giggle out of it once she'd told her to stop acting weird. and finally, most importantly, blade has taken her job of asking unconscionably weird shit.

should she be offended? maybe she should try to be a bit offended... no, that's too much effort. instead, she answers in a tone as dry as blade's: ]

Only if you want it to be.

[ it's not like she expects him to say yes, of course. as far as she's aware, his satisfaction comes in a decidedly more lethal package. but as far as continue this trend of absurdism, it's about the best she's got. ]

[schmisse]

I dunno...

[ Playing nice means trying to get along! She knows he can be a bit of a menace... but if he does decide to terrorise her friends? ]

I don't think that's going to end well for you. Especially around Yang.

[ She's gonna "Boop" you, Kazuya. ]