TDM 04

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.

Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】

BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT

As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

▷ Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to all this wondrous new property that’s just opened up. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a room, of course. Don’t worry, that’s what the bunk beds are for!

▷ Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a light and breezy linen, patterned with tropical flowers and colorful designs. Some of these robes are more sheer than others. Watch out that the gentle breeze on the beach doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

▷ Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.

THOSE WHO POUND SAND

▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

▷ Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or are holding something particularly tasty may find themselves surrounded by these lifeguards out of nowhere. The seagulls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair until they get what they want. Hope you didn’t like your sand castle very much. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards, 2s, and 3s just for the heck of it.

▷ Being new hires and fairly low on the resort staff hierarchy, these troublemakers can be easily chased off by someone of a high enough rank, or an assertive enough presence to pass as one. T-they’re not scared! They just remembered they have a mandatory group cawing session to get to! Buzz off!

FUN IN THE SUN

DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”

Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

▷ The signature item at this cookout are the Flamin’ Hop Skewers. Made due to the current overpopulation in the Conservatory, these spicy-sweet — emphasis on the spicy — glazed skewers temporarily grant those who consume them the soul of a rabbit, including their insatiable desire to mate. Any rabbits that resort-goers have formed an attachment with have not been culled, so don’t worry about your precious buns!

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.

A SHOW OF STRENGTH

▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

▷ The goal is to smash the watermelon the staff give you until the succulent red fruit inside is splattered all across the tarp, perfect for falling comically into or... eating, if you’re into that. The rules are that you must use your buttocks to do so, and you only get two tries. Successfully cracking open the watermelon on the first try will earn characters a large payout, and if it’s on the second try, a medium payout.

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.

DAYDREAM PARASOLS

▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

▷ While asleep, characters will discover they’re sharing a dream with their umbrella-mate. The dream is always set on the same beach as the waking world, but there are floating clouds and sparkles in a range of pastel colors. Other beachgoers are faceless, if not entirely absent. It’s just the two of you.

▷ Anything the characters think of can drift in and out of the dreamscape, including but not limited to items from home, scary monsters to dramatically rescue your partner from, and strange abilities to fly or float through the air. However, characters will also be at full suit activation in the dream. Once both characters orgasm or they naturally wake up from their naps, they’ll find things are entirely back to normal, as much as they ever are in the resort.

NOTES

▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.

▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.

▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!

▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.

TWINKLING CURRENTS

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS

As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.

Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.

SWIM UP TO THE BAR

▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

▷ HOLDING ON TO SUMMER. This cocktail brings seaberry-gin, limoncello, white crème de cacao, and freshly squeezed lemon juice over pebbled ice, wrapping you in decadent flavors accenting the season. Drinking this cocktail can cause you to be overcome with the desire to lean back and sink into the ocean itself, but fret not! It also grants you the wonderful ability to breathe underwater, no gills required! And it’s topped with a yummy little ball of white chocolate.

▷ MANGO STAR. A delightfully bright drink in a highball glass, the combination of elderflower rose syrup and seaberry-gin floats a summery pink over the orange mixture of mango juice, lime juice and honey syrup on the bottom. On top are two cute little stars cut out of mango, accented with mint leaves. Guests who drink this cocktail report some confusion in the identity of other guests, as just one drink is enough to shift perception of others. Other characters may appear to be different guests of the resort, or familiar faces from home.

▷ SEABERRY FLORADORA. This is a vibrant cocktail made of seaberry-gin, ginger beer, lime juice and raspberry syrup, highlighted by floral ice cubes and edible flowers. Despite its bright pink color indicating a level of cheerfulness for the summer, this flavorful cocktail causes guests to be quickly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. The longer this sensation goes on, the more guests will try to seek out company to aid in the ache, even if it means appearing quite desperate in the process. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ BLACKBERRY ROSEMARY GIMLET. Blackberries, rosemary sprigs, simple syrup, and a combination of seaberry-gin and lime juice make this aromatic cocktail. It’s double strained over ice and garnished with a blackberry on a pick, giving it a regal appearance. Drinking this cocktail causes obsessive and possessive behavior, however — sometimes to extreme levels. Should your partner choose this cocktail to drink, you may not want to mention anything that could make them jealous. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

▷ A fireworks show is held every night, from 10PM until 1AM. The noises are just loud enough to block out a whispered confession timed correctly, but aren’t quite enough to inhibit conversation. Most of the fireworks are from a design series known as Matteo’s Masterpieces, and range from the standard burst to abstract shapes to... well, you know. Unlike the sloppy doodles found in the margins of books while Swan Lake was decaying, all of the boobs and dicks blasted across the sky are very well rendered. For fireworks.

SANDY SCAVENGING

A GAME OF BEACHES

It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down and then publicly spanked by a SEAGULL LIFEGUARD.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Naked Yolk Kink Vouchers and an extra-large payout. Winners will also be given a limited edition WINNER pin. Any guests wearing a WINNER pin will be treated as kings and queens of the beach, and be permitted to command any other guests as they see fit.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down, stripped, and then strapped into the fuck pillory by our SEAGULL LIFEGUARDS. Losers will be free game for other guests to use for their pleasure.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

NOTES

▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.

INTO THE DEPTHS

IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE

Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!

Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.

TUMBLING DOWN

▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

▷ Feel free to make up any sort of vehicle rentals in general, as long as they’re reasonable in size — they should be able to accommodate 1-2 characters at most. A waverider would be okay, but a yacht would not.

▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.

A RISING FLOOD

▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

▷ Characters living in the rank 2, 3, and 4 suites may notice that in addition to having leaks in the hallway, their own rooms are also flooding. This can range anywhere from a constant, unpleasantly damp floor, to having an entire cascade of water blow them and any other unsuspecting guests down several hallways the moment their door is opened. Life vests are recommended.

▷ The flooding will intensify as the event goes on, culminating in some of the maintenance levels being entirely underwater towards the end of the event. Once the event is over, the flooding will recede within about a day, leaving only a few water stains here and there as evidence of their presence.

NOTES

▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.

▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

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OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[massochism]

[Olivine can feel it, at least somewhat, in the way Eiden moves—it's not what makes him loud, but it certainly encourages it. That mouth of his is always so skilled too, has always found the right places to tease with devastating efficiency. Now is no different, his pulse strong and rapid, head tilting up in offering.

He's missed this so much, the warm resonance of their essence and the quiet, sweet comfort of their proximity. It's more thrilling even than the slow shift of his cock against a hip.]

Ah... you know I wouldn't stop you, Eiden... [His smile is lazy and hungry, fingers grazing over the other man's spine.] You'll always receive a warm welcome from every inch of me, hehe.

[how bold it feels, and how perfectly correct, with Eiden. The priest's cheeks are deeply red, not an ounce of hesitation as he moves, fully enjoying the rub of skin on skin and the shift of delicate chains.]

[belheir]

I take full responsibility for whatever happens to me when I lightly terrorize your friends.

[Really! He does! Just so Weiss doesn't feel too bad when Yang Rocket Punches him to the moon.

Kazuya shifts a little with Weiss in his hold. Not much, just to get a little more comfy and so he can hold her against him a little more loosely.]

Tell me about her?

[Yang, he means.]

[notscar]

[ yeah. he's definitely savanaclaw-coded. ]

Why would I wanna do that?

[ first off, he's not looking to sweat any time soon if he can help it. despite the 'sun' being down, it's still warm. still on a pseudo-beach. second? he's not sure if bakugou is worth the effort. it doesn't matter how strong or smart he may think he is--- leona's got the ultimate trump card. it's always on the back of his mind... whether he should use it. ]

Yeah. Ya can make the decision yourself until ya don't have a choice. Just sayin' it'll be easier for ya if ya just do what ya need to. Better to find someone you're comfortable doin' it with, too.

[ actual real advice from leona kingscholar. nothing cryptic. nothing obtuse. everyone deserves at least One. and now that bakugou has gotten the One, leona's done with being helpful... unless he's compensated for it. ]

Or ya can just blow up all the time. Pretty sure someone's gonna like that.

[snakelace]

[ Glad to see you’re doing better!!! ]

Just some healing and plant manipulation, nothing too fancy.

[ The rest of his fancy powers are a bit hush-hush at the moment, anyway. Not that he thinks Eiden will think to pry as Baizhu follows him along to one of those quaint little beach houses set up around here.

Privacy might still be an issue considering the lack of solid walls and the fact that it’s more crowded than usual here today, but hey. ]

[tfy]

That's not at all how my fans see me. But think what you want, I guess.

[His fans see him as a proper prince! ... Or as Jun's princess, depending on their tastes. Some fans prefer to view him as a surrogate boyfriend, while others prefer to imagine him in a lovey-dovey illicit relationship with his stage partner. Different strokes for different folks, so Eve makes sure to pander to both crowds.

Anyway, no more wondering about Bakugo's preferences! They can agree on that!

And they can also agree on another thing. Or two things, rather. First, sex is more fulfilling when you truly care about the other person. He's learned that much from experience. It's one more reason he's still resisting the 52 game, and it's why he finds it sad that young, inexperienced people like Bakugo keep getting brought here. Choosing to sleep around on your own is one thing—that kind of experimentation can be a part of youth. But when everyone's being forced to do things they wouldn't normally do, that's just unpleasant. It's unforgivable, really.

It's manipulation, and it is shitty. Which is why Hiyori says nothing about the rude language, only voicing his agreement.]

You're absolutely right about that.

[His eyes are still dark. But he keeps his tone level. None of this is anything he hasn't already thought about exhaustively before.]

I don't know what they're planning, as far as ranks or anything else is concerned. One girl I spoke to thought they might actually be aiming for everyone to be at the same level, so that no one can complete the "game."

[This won't make sense if Bakugo doesn't know the Game 52 rules, but Hiyori glosses over it.]

I still think they'll want to keep some lower ranks around, though, just so they can get away with treating some people like garbage. Or so they can make examples of those people and say, "This is why you want to aim high! So you don't end up like these poor souls!" But those are just my thoughts. They're so rotten to the core I can't tell what they think.

Still, [his voice softens,] even in a rotten environment like this one, there are bound to be some people you can trust. People who keep their hearts clean and their heads on straight, and who don't lose their shine in spite of all the filth around them. One of those types would be me, of course ♪ But there are others who've been helpful to me, so try not to be too afraid to rely on others where you need to.

[befehl]

( Cum has magical energies??? What a cliffhanger. He should definitely experiment on Sunday's Halovian cum someday. There is nothing different about it than other humans but still. )

I see. If anything, my halo is made up of energy. It may appear solid to your sight, but it isn't.

I suppose God would forgive me, yes, but forgiveness should first begin within one's own heart.

( He can't change his mind about his belief system, even if God forgives him, chances are he will simply let his mind consume him with collateral damage. )

Was it a close friend? The person who turned to stone, that is.

[pyrolyzed]

[ Inside him are two wolves. One thinks that Mona is a huge pain in the ass, and also isn't it supposed to be really uncute when girls get all mean and cocky like this??? But the other is admittedly still curious about this weird magic of her, and also can't seem to muster the words 'fuck off.' Even if he's been here for months now, and run into a fair range of fiction-flavored bullshit, he still can't get fully used to the fact that people here can just ... use real, genuine, fantasy-ass magic.

So even as he scowls, trying to look as unimpressed as possible at Mona's boasting, he does squint and lean in a little to look at the string of symbols she's pointing out to him. Gibberish, in his eyes. ]

... yeah, sure. Okay. Whatever you say? S'not like my name's be hard to find out from somewhere else. So it's not that impressive if you make this big of a show and all you can figure out is my name.

[ Even if he's trying real hard to show that he doesn't believe her, he can't help sounding just a little bit impressed. Just the fact that she can make something like this disk is wild to him, after all. ]

And I don't care how you got my name -- don't you know your manners? You're supposed to introduce yourself first before you just go asking for names or calling'em.

[pyrolyzed]

[ It's not until that blasé mention of drugs that things finally click. ]

-- you're Aak, aren't you.

[ Fuuta squints hard even as he grips harder into that handful of wetsuit. But even before his vision's properly cleared up, the shape of 'Haruka' before him still fritzing through with weird streaks of orange and black like he's trying to squint at two images laid over each other, his anger's already starting to make itself clear. Teeth grit audibly as his next exhale comes in a hard huff, then Fuuta abruptly fists his other hand into Aak's clothes as well, jerking him close so he can snarl right into the guy's face: ]

The hell's your fucking problem, seriously?!

[ It's not the first time he's yelled this at Aak, and it almost certainly won't be the last. But there's a genuine anger and venom to the words this time, something stronger than his usual bristly irritation, and Fuuta shakes Aak with both hands as he continues to bear in, practically barking each word at him. ]

-- you know how fucked up that is?! Pretending to be someone else like that! Do you have any idea what a messed up thing that could've been, aah?! [ Yes, they're drawing stares from the passersby, but he can't bring himself to care at the moment. A combination of sickly relief that someone like Haruka isn't actually here, disappointment that he continues to be stuck here without any familiar faces, and genuine anger at how bullshit this is has the words spilling forth before he can even think to catch them. ] You don't know shit about me, or where I've been! Who I thought you were! Or, what -- you think it would've been funny if I thought you were someone important to me? What if I thought they were in serious trouble? What if I thought they were dead! Are you fucking insane?!

....yes. ;)

[philancer]

[ He'd only been aware of feeling overheated and flushed and hadn't realized there was visible evidence of it. Although he does lift a hand to scrub at the cheek she'd indicated, as if that would help. It does not, in fact. ]

I think that's mostly from the heat. I can handle drink far better than that, I'm afraid. Even their potent concoctions here.

[ But the sweetness of berries and the tartness of orange are on his tongue now instead of the spiciness of the skewers earlier. But oddly enough, it really isn't cooling him down. If anything, he's starting to feel the temperature even more intensely.

He shifts with a faint, frustrated groan, because that had been the exact opposite of what he'd been hoping for. ]

You think they'd at least offer things to help counteract the heat, not make it worse.

[philancer]

Pretty sure that should be my line, but I think I know the answer to that already.

[ There's fond amusement in his tone as he drags her closer, maneuvering her upwards slightly so he can slide the bottom part of her swimsuit off setting it aside on the chair and dragging her closer once more. His own can be shoved down low enough to be out of their way, but he knew that hers would only get ripped if they started this without removing them first.

They're still hardly in a private area, but it's quiet enough at the moment. He slides her in to straddle his legs, lowering her atop him. He doesn't press inside her yet, but he does let his length slide against her slick, heated skin. Teasing them both with the sensation of it. ]

Shall we stay like this, sweet? Do you want to ride me? How deep can you take me like this?

[philancer]

[ He blinks in surprise at that admission, because he hadn't expected to have left enough of an impact to be missed. He's not exactly used to being 'missed' by anyone, anyway, even those closest to him. It leaves him feeling a little flustered and he's glad Eiden can't see his face right now.

So instead, he gives the man's ass a playful smack in chiding as he carries him towards one of the few quiet lengths of beach and one of the large hammocks stretched between a pair of palm trees ]

Apparently being gone made you hungry for more than just food. [ Feeling those nails rake against his back, he smirks, and then lets his fingers trace down the curve of Eiden's ass, finding him wet beneath his swim trunks already and he gives a husky chuckle at that.

Before dropping him ass-first into the hammock, letting it rock beneath the sudden weight, although he's quick to step in between Eiden's spread legs as he grins down at him. ]

[rebrandedwarlock]

[As Sherwood self describes himself as an old man around this place regularly, hearing it said with something like flirtatious teasing makes him laugh darkly. Paired with question, he likewise leans in close to Charlie, speaking lower and more conspiratorial,]

I'm a very ambitious old man. If I'm not presented a ladder to run up, then I build my own.

[sleepyone]

[It always makes her smirk shortly when she hears him echo back oh at her,]

Oh, I'm really not. If it was a competition, I'd have smoked you by now. [She originally want to be a Queen, after all! She still does, but Akechi makes it more complicated for her. She likes being on his same floor. Being close and able to harass him the same way she had messed with Daan. It's comforting. Being alone on a higher floor is cool for her ego, but she's not motivated by that half as much as her desire to be close to those she cares most about...

Damn Goro Akechi Event Horizon, at it again...]

Let's sneak off. I can tell the staff are watching us here. There's got to be somewhere we can ditch them.

[silicone]

[ there's no capacity to miss while being stone, but unbecoming that and learning the amount of time made him wonder just how they'd fared, just how much had happened. he clings until he's tossed downwards, feeling the comfortable sway of the hammock against his back. he laughs, because it's all he can do, though he hooks a leg around him, tugging him even closer.

eiden's face is flushed, hot, and he feels the swaying of the fabric, the weightlessness. ]

It sure has... and you look good enough to eat.

[ says the man laid out on his back. still he reaches, grabbing the edge of sylvain's waistband and reaching inside to drag him closer by his cock (he's already close) Closer. ]

[befehl]

Then with your abilities and my own combined, monsters on their own shouldn't be an issue.

( Handling monsters and sudden shifts in their environment are two different things, however, so keeping close to him is still beneficial. Sunday is hyperaware of how illusive peace can be in places like these. In a dream anything is possible, and this building is weaved together from Olivine's memory, it seems. Taking from how the House likes to test residents here, Sunday wouldn't put it past them to add other contraptions. )

We could start with your favorite area, then? Or perhaps your dorm room.

( He glances at him and down at their hands, noting the way he seems physically tense. Sunday loosens his grip on him, taking on a more tender approach. )

You should avoid the memory bubbles if you're feeling nervous. I will get them out of the way if they're blocking any entrances.

HI I'M STILL HERE SRY

[onikoro]

[ the sheer audacity of stelle's kiss, her hand already gripping and feeling up a breast is already wild enough. there's still a bit of that taste lingering, mixing together with everything else she's had today that she can't get enough of it. her tongue's exploring, seeking more of the drink, any other taste stelle can produce.

if she's going to get handsy though from the beginning, there's no reason she can't respond in kind either. although it'd be tempting to go for one of her breasts as well, something else already looks to have been waiting for attention and she couldn't just ignore it. with a satisfied moan, kikuri's hand slips down instead, her own palm rolling between stelle's legs, caressing that bulge through her trunks.

she's gotta be packin'. that's gotta be for sure, right? ]

[nonvoting]

[ an hour before this moment, tseng would never have believed that he would ever let himself have a dream like this. a dream of rufus sprawled out and at his mercy, shaking under his hands, a dream where he can give rufus more than just the world—it would have been unthinkable. but here they are, aren't they, and rufus' knuckles are white where his hands are trying to grip at the smooth surface of the desk, and sweat beads in the sway of his back, and his breath hitches audibly every time tseng's cock rubs over his prostate.

there's a certain temptation to stop. to shove his cock as deep as it will go into rufus' body and hold it there, force him to stretch around it, to savor the twitching heat of his body until rufus breaks and does as he's told. it's what tseng would do if rufus were anyone else, probably—stop, and make them beg, and then turn them over onto their back and fuck them until they make a mess of their own stomach and chest.

but rufus isn't just any partner, and the thought of watching his face when he comes feels ruinous. feels like something that would etch itself on the insides of tseng's skull, the back of his throat, something he would never again be able to stop seeing or stop tasting.

he still says, ] Because I said to, [ but he knows rufus won't do it. and the next best thing is this: like he promised minutes ago, tseng reaches around to wrap his hand firmly around the hot, slick length of rufus' cock, stroking him mercilessly in time with tseng's thrusts. rufus might be keeping this little corner of control for himself, but it's still tseng who has a grip on his pleasure. ]

[erbe]

[What the hell is he doing? Why does he have a tray—

No. More than one tray. Why does he have so many drinks, and why is he running with them? He looks like if Baywatch slow-mos were meant for sitcoms, but where's the punchline here? Is it her? Is she the butt of the joke because she has to endure him imprinting on her like the most annoying duckling of all time?]

Hey, [she calls out] maybe you shouldn't run with that!

[Especially not in her direction. He's an archer, right? His in-motion footing probably isn't the greatest because of that. But since Rin can never predict her own downfall, she doesn't get up and move out of the way. A stationary target ripe for the shot.]

[virtuesignal]

[If Baptiste dared to speak allowed wine and intertwine, Concord would turn bright red on the spot. Meaning, sometime he really should. The unicorn is really not used to any of this. He may not be prudish, but he gets flustered easily on the topic of such intimacy for himself. Just a chronically naive immortal, time never curing his innocent way of seeing things.

Which is why he just goes about this like he's not propositioned this man for "companionship",]

There are a few bars along the beach. What do you drink? [He blinks once, as if summing Baptiste up in a glance, making a snap judgement call] Whiskey-?

[erbe]

—Actually, none of that seems particularly difficult. If you wanted some assistance, I could probably complete a couple to guarantee victory.

[Read: guarantee her cut of the winnings. She could probably offer up her own sandals, and Rin would be more than delighted to have an excuse to pluck a lifeguard after witnessing enough of their behavior.]

[virtuesignal]

Then. You understand. [Concord doesn't slur, his voice is very strict and concise, but he does have a drunken shortness to his delivery. He's connected the dots, he's connected them.]

Sex is about that. It's about exchanging power. I cannot take it lightly.

[erbe]

[Tohsaka huffs much like a house pet who, despite being 100% comfortable and unbothered, still sounds completely aggrieved and burdened by hardship.]

I don't care, you pick. I just need to be out of the sun. It was so hot and those lifeguards are so annoying. I mean, sure. I'm a Rank 8 so they didn't bother me. But they kept picking on other people! It's not like I actually give a crap about anyone else, but they had jobs to do and clearly weren't doing them.

["It's not like I care," says the young woman who cares so much.]

[erbe]

You don't remember? You tried saying that nobody would get excited just by listening to or watching you. This is probably a good opportunity to test that.

[It's science, Fuuta! Though he probably doesn't care. He's the wrong kind of nerd, after all (not like she knows that). Tohsaka simply figures if he likes and is knowledgeable about electronics then he's probably decently versed in other STEM branches, right? RIGHT?

She takes another sip as her eyes look him over. A bit disappointed in how much he's still dressed. In fact—]

Isn't that hoodie too hot?

[unionized]

[One thing is for certain now, and it's a thought that fills Rufus with hot elation: there's no chance anymore that Tseng is just doing what Rufus wants him to, just what he thinks he's supposed to. It's a little paradoxical, maybe, to think that he's getting off on the notion of Tseng doing things he would never have directed him to — but that's what makes it all the better, is the naked confirmation of the agency in it all. Tseng isn't fucking him the way he thinks Rufus wants it. Tseng is fucking him the way Tseng wants it, and it's pulling him apart by the seams.

Because I said to rolls off him like water; the laugh he chokes out at the absurd delight of it melts quickly into a moan as Tseng's fingers grasp him, pinning him between pleasure on two separate fronts. There's nowhere left to go that doesn't push him closer to shattering: every thrust strikes his prostate at a satisfying angle, and every loss of Tseng's cock on the backswing is mitigated by the slick stroke of his hand.

If he had the semblance of coherence to care, he might spare a passing thought for whether it's enough, whether he's lasted sufficiently long to not make an embarrassment of himself. What a rush it is that he doesn't, and frankly satisfaction can't come fast enough.]

Then make me —

[And maybe Tseng could, but the window of opportunity slams shut well before he has the ability to try; the tension builds and builds until every bit of sensation feels like it's adding to the deluge, from the hardy desk to the ephemeral caress of Tseng's hair, the sticky sweat and the shuddering breath and the cadence of noise that comes from a world-class fucking.

But then he breaks, and all notions of bravado leave him in the same rush that has him spilling over Tseng's fingers, a climax that feels immense with the weight of years of accumulated desire. The strength saps from his limbs and he slumps a little more heavy over the desktop, a little more pliant for Tseng's thrusts to push around. There's fire in his lungs and he can't seem to get enough air in them to extinguish it. His hair has long since fallen out of its usual style from the exertion, and it tumbles across his eyes and obscures his vision with hazy blurs of gold — a curtain he's unable to clear away, for how heavy and clumsy his own arms have gone.

There are no words for how good it feels, and Tseng seems unwilling to let it end for him anytime soon, keeping him suspended in that tempestuous pleasure with every additional thrust.]

[worldbent]

[What an excellent face. It fills Matoba with terrible delight, to have yet another thing to hold over this ayakashi's head. Kai is going to learn, that's for sure- about transactional favors, and about weighing cost. Like the cost of Matoba giving him this information, for example.]

Goodness.... You haven't even learned that much, yet? You really ought to pay more attention when you're whisked away into an unfamiliar realm.

[Leave it to an ayakashi to be unconcerned, though. Matoba lifts his own wrist, to indicate the Watch.] Haven't read your welcome messages, yet? If you haven't even taken note of it, you should. It will tell you everything you need to know about your new surroundings.

[For example, that Kai was flat broke! Not a chip to his name; and that he had yet to be registered a 'card'. Beside his username, yet to be set to the resort's network, was the text WILDCARD. That much at least showed right on the 'home screen' of the smartwatch.]

...Well. Not everything. [Matoba's smile curls, waiting for Kai to poke around the device. Somewhere on there would be his inbox with the text message from the house that would introduce him to Game 52, and the purpose of his being here. But if he hasn't read all of that yet, then tough luck: the chance is Matoba's.] I've told you so much already for free. What are you going to offer for more?