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

[blastedass]

[ooc: sorry for taking so long! holiday weekend and family coming over really axed me.]

[if that means loud, aggressive, and driven, then sure, code him that way all you want, leona.]

Bastard. Either back up or words or don't say shit to mine!

[he said "always" and he means "always" victorious! though perhaps bakugo dodge a bullet here, if the lion-tailed man should decide to set him at a challenge he didn't want to even try winning. or would be detrimental if he did. right now, his anger is less focused specifically on leona and more aimed at the house itself, with the beastman happening to be in the way and bothering him at the present.

bakugo furrows his brows, not liking what that sounds like.] Oh yeah? And how are they gonna enforce this shit?

[might as well learn about their jailer's abilities and see what he has to contend with to stay ahead of this mess. since the guy did bother with genuine advice, the blonde's grumpy question is at least the same: genuine curiosity.]

sorry for the delay! was out of town for the 4th

[bardische]

[ This man is quite assertive and quite full of words, Basch thinks. A bit like Balthier.

Basch has to collect his thoughts. Words aren't so easy for him, and he's aware people often hear something he didn't mean or run with some small detail. ]

I think...leaders and armies benefit from something to rally around, and simple, moving tales do that better than the truth. But I do not think they are entirely opposed either.

I would like to hear more of your experience knowing gods walk among you. That is not something I can relate to.

[blastedass]

[ooc: sorry for taking so long! holiday weekend and family coming over really axed me.]

[Yeah, he's not going to bother with responding to that. Fans. Tch, Bakugo's always dreamed of fans when he was a kid. Now his opinion on them has changed course a fair bit due to experience...

He's doing his damnest not to think about what's going to happen in the future. If he has to fulfill this twisted place's demands. Getting close to someone else like that, having sex with strangers he doesn't know shit about, what the hell is he supposed to do with that kind of requirement?! It's not like he's some damn prude; he knows what sex is and how it works. But it still needs to at least mean something with the person you're with in his opinion. Being forced into it just takes the personal desire out of it and turns the entire experience into a threatening chore or worse.

Hiyori agrees on the matter and Bakugo grunts in annoyed acceptance.]

I don't care what they want us to do or where they want us to be; I wanna know why the need us to do it in the first place. If this is just some sick form of entertainment or something this place has to have happen.

[The mention of the "game" again is something he's getting used to Hiyori skipping over despite it seeming an important aspect of their imprisonment here. But he's gathering bits and pieces as he talks through the conversation.]

Trying to get the higher ranks to accept being kidnapped or forget where they came from... It's always easier to deal with something if you see worse treatment elsewhere. [Fucking manipulative. They've thought this out.] If they had everyone at the same rank, they couldn't keep that kind of control.

[Bakugo makes a slight face when the other boy touts his own virtue and suggests he rely on others. Uh, did that really need to be said? But he can't deny Hiyori's been helpful.] Hmph. I'll keep it in mind.

[artcritic]

[He doesn't mind bunkbeds. He's lived in a shack with his mentor since his childhood, and then after the shit that went down, he's living in dorms now. One can argue which one is worse. These accommodations beat anything he's ever had. He has zero complaints (well he has one, and it's that he's not allowed to access his assigned room here and art materials he has there).]

It is not stealing if it is freely given, [Yusuke adds- he knows a thing or ten about stealing and such. It's, again... complicated. And this is definitively not the place to explain it either. But he stands behind what he said; besides, there's literally a heap of beach sandals and crocks lined by the wall- he'll be just fine.]

How dare you, lobsters are superior species, [he's imitating a huff of indignation and while he's off the firmest of beliefs that lobsters have wonderful patterns and colors- they are not superior. Especially not as gag-glasses. There's a clear smile behind that sentence; he's perfectly aware of how ridiculous the glasses are.

But before he can "defend his honor" further, that subtle implication doesn't slip past him. Once upon a time it probably could've but- he's been here long enough to catch these things now. He slowly removes the glasses and puts them back on the little bedside table, then pushes the hair out of his face slowly.]

...I wouldn't be against it, [he says, looking up at him. He'd be a liar if he didn't think about it in the interim, but breaching the subject, even in this place, is complicated for him. He's not so open. More often than not he makes things just more awkward.]

finally back in the land of wifi

[bardische]

[ His smile is wide and warm, no hint of embarrassment in it for once as he meets her gaze squarely. He...suspected she harbored this warmth for him, though he's elated that she gives it to freely today. ]

I'm sorry to disappoint, my queen of the seas, but I am a man of no title and little importance from a country that no longer exists. But if you want me to be a prince, then I am a prince.

[ That he was her knight was a foregone point.

He does not realize, either, the way he's closed the space between them, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her to his side, gazing over the sea with her.

No wonder she misses this. It feels like...freedom. Hope. ]

[izanagis]

I've got you covered!

[And indeed he manages to keep the ball from hitting the ground, hitting it over the net. It's not as much of a spike as any of them would like, but that's what happens when you roll a 12; perfectly fine, average, but not the point-earning gimme that a higher roll would be.

But hey! They're just warming up!

It's the bikini lifeguard who defends as the ball soars across the net, and she rolled a 7, unfortunately. It doesn't necessarily mean the ball hits the ground, but when she dives to hit it, it pops up wildly and the other lifeguard has to chase it down. Unfortunately, he rolled mind-blowingly well, and manages to get to it in time, sending it back over the net.

The crowd is going wild; the match is intense, full of ups and downs. Yu is currently wondering, quietly, about the merits of using a well-placed Garudyne to knock over bags of chips. Do they need to resort to that? Probably not. But he puts the chaotic in chaotic good, so the option is always there.

Anyway, the ball is coming for them.]

All you, Ragna!

i return from my wifi-less trip

[bardische]

[ Basch shares those concerns at pushing consent, but no, this place had never caused enthusiasm where it didn't exist, and the truth was he found Childe attractive. He just usually lacked the confidence to act on that sort of base desire.

He's mildly surprised in return at Childe's reaction, though too far gone to really think it through. Later, he'll wonder if it wasn't for him, and respect the man all the more for it. It is a true kindness.

Right now, every inch of him burns with the pleased possessiveness of his desire asking to have him privately, to himself. ]

A fortunate alignment of our desires, then. Shall I take you back to my room? [ It was so far though... ] Or perhaps one of the changing tents? Or just find whatever open room we can on the floor below this one.

[ Again, uncharacteristic but completely evading his notice, he closes the space between them, a hand brushing Childe's jaw in want, knowing that if they don't decide, he probably will just shove the other up against a nearby wall. ]

I don't have much patience in me.

[lieabilities]

[ Sensitive, he thinks. ]

[ Oblivious to Baizhu's rude comparisons about his face, he leans into the light touch of the man's hand with a softened smile, turning his head just enough to feather another kiss to his palm while keeping his eyes turned up to watch his expressions. Curious to see if he's right. ]

Oh, not at all. I have a mind to change after all, don't I?

[ Speaking of which, there's a slide something against Baizhu's thigh that is definitely not Kleken's hand, given both of them are still on the other's waist. The tentacle moves up, caressing along the other man's outer thigh before coming to a pause against the edge of his shirt. ]

As long as I still have permission.

[molotovmoustache]

[The boldness lurking behind the other's touch elicits a hum of excitement from Baptiste's throat. Driven half-hard through their playful push and pull already, Eiden's inquiring fingers will trace a length that gives a glimpse into one of the sources of Baptiste's seemingly unflappable confidence.

Baptiste's lips twitch in satisfaction at the kiss of a tease Eiden's touch promises him. Were he not a man committed to performance, he may have fallen into a more base urge that would've guaranteed them both a mess of entanglement on the ground.

But in the spirit of performance, Baptiste keeps his wits about him. Even as the snap of his own waistband causes his hips to twitch and his own cock to already yearn for the attention it had been offered.

Baptiste turns to meet Eiden's gaze, his own tongue tracing his bottom lip he watches the other man nestle into the embrace of pillow. The sultry sprawl that Eiden manages draws Baptiste's own lustful gaze. His desire is clear in the way the side of his mouth quirks as he slips off his own robe to abandon it to the floor. His hand reaches out to grasp at the neck of an abandoned bottle of rum from one of the tables in this cabana. The other, a bowl of fruit he didn't recognize - yet they were reminiscent enough of blueberries despite their orange hue.

Each desired prop is purposefully placed on a low table near the pillow pile - though what doesn't escape Baptiste's notice is the jar of body oil that had already been there.

This place really did want to encourage this sort of thing, didn't it?

No matter. Baptiste works the top of the jar off as he takes up his desired position, which just so happens to be on his knees. One knee finds purchase at the side of Eiden's hip before the other follows suit on the other side. Straddled above the other man, Baptiste looks down on him with an impish affection before he dips his hips downward.]

You will find that this show requires an audience's personal touch.

[This was a much better position for him to grind his ass against Eiden's thinly veiled cock. One that allowed him to not only show off the range of his hip movements or the finer points of his own abdomen, but also gave him a much more preferred vantage to watch.

Oil slicked fingers traced down Eiden's abdomen - coated nails gently coaxing at the surface of flesh. Though Baptiste can feel the oil begin to build up a promising heat on his fingertips as a familiar tingling sensation skirts over them.

Ah. A body oil with a little bit of extra fun packed into it, was it? Perfect.]

[blastedass]

Shut up! He's not a friend, dammit! [of course dabi's going to be a pain in the ass about it. unlike tokoyami, the blonde's never directly confronted the flame-wielding villain, but that doesn't change anything about how concerning he is. if this guy thought he could convert someone like tokoyami to his side, he's as stupid as shigaraki thinking he might be able to talk the explosive hero into joining the league of villains. blah blah fucking blah. blind and dumb like normal.]

You're fucking rude too! [does he realize that dabi's actually being decent here? even for a short moment? yes. that's why he's only thinking about demanding answers from these bird-headed freaks. but the fact the villain hasn't done that kind of thing already, or isn't advising it, despite being someone who doesn't take orders from anyone, insinuates he's either already done something like that to no effect, or determined by now trying it won't be of any help. really doubts this scumbag is playing along because he wants to. and while it might be fun to get this guy in trouble...

he does need some decent clothes. wrinkled skin, lanky arm, sinewy muscle, all of that lands right atop his bare shoulders and the blonde bristles up instantly from the feeling. at least it's not his damn neck, but dabi's the one who grabbed him by his nape a long time ago! he really should kick him right in the balls.]

Haa?! What friend?! [and now these bastards are looking at him. he twitches his head back, lips curling in a dark snarl of aversion and threat. it only gets worse when the man beside him opts to throw in another fucking jab.] SHUT UP! THAT'S NO ONE'S FUCKING BUSINESS!!

[but any war he wants to start with dabi gets completely side-railed as the flock of gull-headed assholes suddenly swarm them. he barely gets the sensation of those fingers sliding off his body before he's accosted by the group.] Wha-?! FUCK!! PUT YOUR DAMN CLOTHES BACK ON! DON'T TOUCH ME! BACK OFF!! HELL NO!! [and more. jerking and twisting, anything to try and get out of the grip of these bastard! hands grab at the robe he's tied around his waist and he's fighting them to keep it on! it's bad enough these bastards want him to wear something THAT tiny! it's way worse to know they're used tiny.

of course, as expected, it all culminates in a massive "KABOOOM!!" that sends birds and bodies flying out from the blazing interior. leaving the explosive hero in a cloud of smoke, shoulders hunched and face the look of monstrous rage. but it's at least got the fuckers off him. with one hard yank, he ties the robe around his waist, forming a decent-looking sarong of sorts about his waist. where the fuck is dabi-]

YOU!! [he tried to abandon him to these beasts!] YOU'RE DEAD!!

[armwriostle]

[How could it not when they have the warden on his knees for them?

He chuckles as he moves to his feet though, withdrawing his fingers from Eiden's slicked entrance before resting his hands on the other's hips. Wriothesley pressed close, his hard length pressed between their bodies as he captures Eiden's lips with his own.

Wriothesley kisses like the unforgiving ocean. It's waves crashing and whirlpools swirling to steal Eiden's breath away. The feeling of one's breath being stolen away to drown them in hunger and want. A riptide to drag them out and be at the man's complete mercy.

Just as quick as he seems to devour Eiden's mouth does he seem to pull away though. A half-lidded gaze and a sweet smile as he slowly backs up as he slides his swim shorts down hips and lets it fall to the floor forgotten. Wriothesley falls back onto the bed, letting Eiden get a good look of him.] Like what you see?

[lieabilities]

[ Knowing as little as he did about Olivine, it's tricky to tell if it's the effects of the drink that have him this way or he's simply a homesick sort who has gotten start on a path of depression. Either way, it's an emotion he can't say he's ever experienced before, which has him all the more intrigued to follow this development. ]

Could you not continue some of that work here?

[izanagis]

[They're close, now -- maybe not the closest they've ever been, but the inches of space between them feel electric, magnetized, as if they're being drawn together. Yu doesn't love the feeling, on an intellectual level, but he recognizes that something about this situation --dream?-- has his emotions operating at maximum, too. Their hands brush, the faintest of touches, and it sends a chill down his spine.]

It feels like a dream, doesn't it? [With the beach so empty like this.] In most situations, you're supposed to tell yourself to wake up. Somehow, I doubt this place would make it that easy.

[izanagis]

I won't give up so easily, [he warns, as the tension stretches between them like a rubber band, taut, ready to snap at any moment.

Maybe she's right. Maybe he'll never catch her. But he's not going to stop trying, and it's not just the knowledge of what's right that spurs him on. He wants her to run. He wants to keep this up. Each near miss and almost-success leaves him wanting more, and after a while, the chase begins to really mean something -- almost more than a successful capture.

Maybe that's why he gives her a second before he starts running.

The thrill of the moment courses through him, adrenaline adding to his endurance as he charges off through the sand. As he watches her back, he wonders-- is she doing the same? Letting him come almost close enough to reach her, almost close enough to win?

Because she is -- close enough that he can see the wind in her hair, that she's kicking up sand into his path. But just far enough that he can't quite reach her. He tries, though; he always tries, and he counts on that adrenaline as he increases his speed, pushing his limits a bit in a bid to catch up with her.]

[izanagis]

[...!! A hostage situation...

A leader's job is to strategize, to figure out a way to come out on top no matter the odds. To win, and also, to keep their teammates safe. Failing the latter, the job becomes to win enough that they can retreat. That being the case, Yu recognizes a few things about this scenario. One, the resort has not once put them in a life-or-death situation. Two, he still has this particular lifeguard in a headlock. And three, it's shedding feathers in distress during the headlock process. He counts a few as they float down into the sand: one, two, three, four...

So he makes a gamble. Rather than release the lifeguard, he reaches out and yanks a few feathers out himself, earning an undignified squawk! as he does so.

Fuck around and find out mode activated. He'll deal with the consequences when they come.]

[izanagis]

I'm sorry.

[Whiny or not, that's really the only thing he could possibly say to a statement like that. He doesn't know how she feels, exactly...but that's only because he fought so hard to prevent the same thing happening to his world. The eternal fog, the world overrun by Shadows...if they had lost, it would have been devastating. So, what Weiss is describing -- that sounds devastating, too.]

I hope they will.

[Or rather, he wants to hope that the people in her world are good enough to do so. He imagines they would be, but of course he can't say for sure. Either way, her last statement has him exhaling a chuckle.]

It's not much better for me. I spent most of last year living in a storage room.

[Look. It was very nice of Dojima to put him up in it. But it was a storage room.]

[izanagis]

[It's an unspoken challenge! He can't back down now...!!

Which is dumb, and it's going to feel really dumb in retrospect. But once again, we are committed to that FAFO lifestyle, and so, we're just going to go with it. Which isn't to say that he doesn't grimace as those teeth break the skin -- he definitely does.]

It's alright. I've got my own.

[Not that he moves to use it, right now. Debating whether that'd defeat the purpose of asking for a bite mark.]

sorry for the delay -- you caught me on my way out of town for a long weekend

[bardische]

[ Later, Basch will be mortified for someone to have met him like this. Right now, though, his too-intent gaze is fixed on the other sizing him up, a knot of dread and anticipation shifting in his chest. He's being judged, as is only this man's right -- but will be determined to be fit for the role he'd desperately like to fill?

The other takes a bite, and Basch's eyes dart to his teeth, his lips, and it's a miracle his eyelids don't flutter and no moan escapes him, unabashedly imagining the feel of them against his skin.

The words almost don't register, and Basch has to blink, eyes roving again as this confident man asks for more. Speech is not Basch's forte, and he wrinkles his brow in thought, not wanting to squander this opportunity, but desperately aware he very well might by obliging that command. ]

You are...confident. Flashy. We would be a good balance. [ Basch could lift him easily, use his weight to give the other high resistance. But he was just as enticed by being ordered around, or even fucked by the other man. ] I will just as happily serve as submit.

[ He wants it to be this man, though. There's a reason he caught Basch's eye in the crowd, a pulling sense that they're a pair, that this is his match. His body is thrumming with the knowledge that only something good can come of their mating.

But that only works if the other agrees. Of course this fine of a man would have multiple suitors. Basch is not a fool. ]

[blastedass]

[that plastered smile irks him immediately. this guy doesn't think he can win against some fucking monsters?! one day, he'll shove the damn proof in his face! what's more important right now is dealing with the water pouring into the lower levels and flooding it. bakugo folds his arms across his chest, eyes lingering on the water now.]

Six months, huh. Someone else said they were here that long too. Sounds like it's when this started...

[putting a time stamp on the beginning of the kidnappings isn't a huge help, but it might become relevant further down the road. if they can isolate what happened at the start and why it happened, maybe there's a way to reverse it.]

Those fucking ranks again. Is there a reason they've implemented that crap?

[yeah yeah, "the house" again. that idea this is some sentient construct that runs all the dealings in here. bakugo pulls a face at its return. as much as he wants to bust through the wall and break out, he's already dealt with two people who said that proved fruitless. not going to stop him from trying though... and he won't admit it, but makoto using "it" makes things a little easier to swallow, since "it" can still wind up being just some construct run by other people with strange abilities.]

Haa? How the fuck would the employers not know anything? Aren't they kidnapped too?

[molotovmoustache]

[Why drape clothes over yourself when you could drape a stranger's clothes over you? There is certainly no shortage of "adventurous" spirit here, Olivine - so an unusual meeting is only a promising one in Baptiste's eyes.

In fact, so promising that Baptiste seems tickled when he returns with one less food voucher but a tall, icy drink in a hurricane cup. A yellow cocktail with a gentle spruce of green mint at the top for freshness - Baptiste glances to the drink he chose and then to the glimmering gems that lined that body.

A compliment of color he hadn't fully expected, but is happy to credit his artistic soul.

The way the sun dances over that body jewelry is distracting in every sense. A glimmer that invited a wandering gaze to truly take in the beautiful body below.]

You look divine without my help, you know.

[Then Baptiste glances to the dollop of whipped cream at the top of the drink before he glances back to Olivine.]

But you'll look like a sweet temptation with my help. It'll be a bit cold - but I was going to have you hold this. And then put a little bit of this whipped cream on your chest. Like you dropped just a little bit of it and may need help licking it up...

[Was Baptiste directing a nude shoot or a pin-up shoot? Who was to say it couldn't be both?]

[blastedass]

Urusei! I know how to pull my punches!

[Which he'll do when he has to. Bakugou hates kidnappers. He hates being kidnapped again. If these assholes running the place think they can make him do whatever, they've got another thing coming! So what if that involves kicking their asses; they should've thought of that before abducting Dynamight!

Psh! Bakugou sounds way cooler than Enji at his age. Prove him wrong!]

THEN IT DIDN'T NEED TO BE SAID!!

[Up and down, up and down, heat and chill over and over. Despite not having much issue with Enji in the first place, they're still talking after getting simultaneously kidnapped and THAT doesn't make him happy or calm!]

He didn't have anything left.

[As much as Bakugo does have faith in All Might, he also saw the state of the other man. Rescuing him from All for One, knowing that there was nothing else All Might could do against that monster. He was the only thing between All for One and his hero. It's not like Edgeshot-senpai would be able to do much. And now he's gone... he's here... not with All Might. Of course that's going to weight heavily on him! Despite Bakugou's dour comment, however, his eyes still show complete faith that the man would survive. One way or another... even if Dynamight wasn't there.

For once, he doesn't respond to Enji's preemptive retort. In this instance... have faith in him. Bakugou listens to his mentor.

If Bakugo sees that tie, hes going to forever think Enji really IS a secret dork. There's a certain element of theming that cruises from looking quite cool to looking like a dickhead... and the divide between those two is rather small.]

Tch, dammit. If they got him too... these bastards. [There's no lost love between him and Dabi, but Bakugo acknowledges the man's power. Knowing this place kidnapped someone as strong as Dabi is disturbing.] He'd better still be alive.

[blastedass]

[Why do half the people in this place like to smile in such a way that it makes Bakugo want to punch them in the fucking mouth? Not that he could know who the hell he's talking to right now. Someone going on about spirits and monsters just screams way too much imagination or having something fucked up in the head. Traditional things like spirits and ghosts still remain in his world's Japan, though it's more festivals, old stories kept alive, the occasional schoolgirl or schoolboy believing in curses and monsters. Bakugo's pushed most of all that to the side.]

Like a damn tsukumogami?

[See? He knows stuff about yokai and other spirits. Whether a possessed or self-aware item is the same as a sentient monster building isn't his area of expertise though. Maybe this weird-ass knows more. Not that he gives a shit...]

Hell no! Hauntings happen when someone dies in or near a location!

sorry for the delay! was out of town for the 4th

[bardische]

[ She buries her fingers into his hair and uses her entire body to pull him close, letting out a sound of want that nearly drives him mad. That's before her hand finds his cock, his head rearing back as he gasps. Everything feels hot, sensitive, like he was made for her and never knew it.

It's enough of a disruption that he manages to focus his movements for a moment, fingers deftly guiding the top of her swimsuit down from her breasts. He breathes out, want hanging on his breathless whimper, cupping each as he strokes her nipples. Between them, a scar, only affirming his warrior mate is both soft and fierce.

Even this distance is too much, though. One hand lingers to roughly knead that voluptuous warmth, the other tangling just as fiercely in her hair as he crushes their bodies back against one another, hips rolling against her of their own accord. He'd had plans to ravish her, work up to gasping before he took her, but now he can't focus past wanting their bodies to crash together, still where the heat of her is deafened by the fold of swim fabric. ]

[oversize]

I'm really gonna ice your ass.

( it's said without hesitation, as he draws his drink closer, holding it with both hands so that he can bring it up to his mouth for a taste; the liquor isn't too heavy-handed, which he's grateful for, given the fact that all the sunlight and the hot weather is sure to give him a headache faster, and the liquor would be no help. another swallow has him tasting all the flavors--he immediately rolls his tongue over the top of the drink so that he can slide the chocolate balls in, pushing them into his cheeks.

it tastes good, at least. not quite as good as an iced coffee might be, on a day like this, but the alcohol might help gladio's spirits a little.

once his watch has been swiped for payment, he takes his glass in one hand so that he can reach for the ice with the other, taking it right out of gladio's hold; his chin nods forward towards a row of beach chairs a short walk away from them. a few have umbrellas, and a few unlucky ones do not: so they'll have to walk a little fast if they want to claim one. )

It'll feel better if there's skin to skin contact, right?

( his eyes stare up at gladiolus from behind his sunglasses as they walk. )

Like, if you take everything off.

[silicone]

[ it certainly feels nice, the slick touch of the oil and the slowly rising heat causes him to squirm just a little bit. the way baptiste drags himself over his cock already riles eiden enough to tip his head back and swear quietly. sometimes it's not a bad idea to encourage someone, and he makes sure that he meets his eyes when the oil slides down his abdomen. he lets his own hands trail downwards, slow and easy, knowing his own body.

and in doing so, smears oil on his own hands, letting them climb up baptiste's sides so he can grope at his chest. the slick slide of his own fingers traces over each and every contour, each swath of flesh and muscle topography. when he arrives at the peak of his nipples, he pinches them (kindly? unkindly? it's a pinch and pull, a loving tug). ]

Aw, for little old me? I'm pretty excited.

[ in more ways than one, gripping at baptiste's waist and holding him there so he can indulge in the steady, rhythmic grind. his eyes flick towards the set up - the bowl and the bottle alike, his heart fluttering in the thrill of it. turning his eyes back to him. ]

So far, this show's pretty promising. [ a little nudge of his arousal for emphasis, the steady groping of his chest with a cheeky grin. ]