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

[crestsidestory]

[ It's a surreal feeling to wear a little smile -- not even a performative one under these circumstances -- and position her face near his, both pointed at the watch around her wrist. She did a fairly thorough inspection of the watch's capabilities when she first arrived and so much of it meant so little to her then. It's almost embarrassing that it's taken her this long to think of taking a picture.

Still on her toes, she turns to meet his eyes again. ]

I would like that.

[ Very much, in fact. ]

In the meantime, however, do you mind one more? [ She asks politely but she is also angling her eyes back to the screen of her watch to set another timer. ] Facing me. For reference.

[ Say yes and do not perceive the flush creeping into her cheeks. ]

[blumenthal]

[ That's a very specific request. ]

I don't mind. [ But... ] Reference for what?

[ With a hook like that, he can't not ask. It's strange to have known her this long and realize that even when he racks his brain for possibilities, he has absolutely no idea what she means.

He does it, though. Or rather, he was already doing it, facing her with a look of mild incredulity as she resets her watch. ]

[crestsidestory]

It's nothing, truly.

[ Obviously he can't be compelled by the silent force of her will alone. "It's nothing" is precisely what someone says when it's something and she would not close her own teeth around that answer and feel satisfied but at the same time it is nothing of importance, nothing he should spend time thinking about.

It takes her a moment longer than it should to set the timer, buying herself that much more time before raising her arm and pointing her wrist at them both, noticeably more focused on him this time. As the seconds count down she satisfies herself with the angle and faces him again, her smile not without a hint of self-consciousness. ]

I have found it challenging to draw beards.

[ More accurately, it is one of the most monumental challenges she has faced but there is no mountain that she believes she cannot climb. This is a challenge she will eventually overcome.

With two seconds left her eyes dart between his, set off by the gold of his mask, and his lips, shamefully unkissed. She plants a kiss right in the corner of his mouth opposite the camera as the watch lights up. ]

[blumenthal]

[ As anticipated, it's nothing only turns the dial of his curiosity up several notches. The room's low light and the mask she wears make her flush harder to notice, but not impossible when standing this close. Whatever this nothing is, he can only guess that she may not have mentioned it before out of embarrassment. If that is the case, he really would let it go. There's no reason she has to share all of her interests with him, even if he really wants to know. But then she reveals just enough to answer his question and give his thoughts leave to run with the unexpected shock of it.

She draws? She draws him? She's drawn him enough to know she needs a reference for his beard?

By the time of the picture, his mild incredulity has become brow-arching bewilderment such that even the last-second kiss doesn't change his expression. A moment or two after the light from her watch fades, he draws back just enough that he can look down at her again. ]

I don't think we'll ever see the day that you stop surprising me, Edelgard von Hresvelg.

[ With the tone of his voice caught between amusement and wonder, it's evident that this is a good thing.

Fingers curl beneath her chin to keep it tilted up as he returns her kiss in a more direct brush of his lips over hers, but almost teasingly light. ]

[counterblowing]

[The request alone baits a jolt of energy through her, and in response Rahu’s own hips give a few jerky thrusts forward, seeking a friction of their own and only fueling the inferno. It only furthers the ticklish scrape of nails against the plane of her stomach, shivering ripples trailing out from the touch. No stranger to the rush of blood in her ears that accompanies a singular, targeted focus, Rahu finds it’s all too easy to lapse into fixation. Her heart is loud. Rahu thinks, for the last time, that this is much more dangerous than it first seemed.

Winding the string tie around the knuckle of her forefinger, she gives it a sharp, rough tug, unraveling the thin lifeline keeping that bikini in place. Rahu slips her knee out to let the separated halves slip down, replacing it only seconds later with the palm of her hand. Ah.]

You weren’t lying. [Her ring and index fingers V along her labia, spreading her open to reveal the slick warmth of her cunt. Stroking impatiently to try and replace the rhythm set before by frantic rutting, Rahu manages a generous smile as she gets her fingers ready.] Failing to follow through on your request would just be letting you down.

[Urgency makes her rough. She has a call to answer. The heel of her hand grinds down in circles as her middle finger presses inside. It’s a primal urge that’s asking to be satisfied, and so finally getting it rips a fulfilled groan from her throat. Selfishly, it feels better than it has any right to feel. They can stay this way, but not for very long. The rampant hunger is in her kissing, too—far from perfect and all passion and tongue trying to taste something fleeting as she steals one from Hilda’s mouth, then the hollow of her throat, her clavicle. Given her height, it’s only a matter of time before mouthing along a line of kisses will have her kneeling in the sand, her too-hungry teeth brushing above Hilda’s navel.]

Here, [she invites Hilda’s thigh, tapping her shoulder. At the same time, her middle finger crooks, ever so slightly, and draws down.] I won’t waste any time.

[schmisse]

I'm sure that'll be easy to find.

[ They're just sat here but there's a bunch of other chairs around. Surely someone who has decided to go swimming would have left their sandals on one of the chairs! ]

And you don't know that! I'm sure you're just as lovely.

[ They're going to have a compliment-off at this rate. Weiss' ego just keeps getting bigger and bigger, until... ]

Oh! Well... [ It's not like she's shy about kissing anyone, especially if it's just a cheek kiss, but it felt nice to say. Not at all romantic given the situation, but if they're telling each other they're pretty then that sort of thing felt like something she should be saying.

Weiss doesn't really feel the need to defend herself though. Hilda does as she asks. With the other girl's eyes closed? Weiss actually does start to feel shy. The effect of Hilda's words seem to be rather strong, but she does inch closer and closer until her leg bumps into Hilda's as she presses a peck on her cheek. Her own eyes are closed, the long white curly lashes fluttering only open as once she's drawn away. ]

There you go.

[befehl]

( Precum smears so easily around the curve of his glans and down his slit, snugged by flesh with every tight stroke. The pleasure splits between every nerve of his, radiant. Even the colors around them within the dream begin to shift and phase so only they exist within the realm itself. To think he'd become this helpless around a stranger, giving himself into that hand. Sunday doesn't think to kiss back, he's too busy gasping, even his halo becomes a display of vibrant lights as it rests behind the back of his head in its solid form. He feels pleasure through it, too.

Whenever he feels the movement between their groins, Sunday's hand traces down Six's whole cock as it is freed, soon guiding it against his down so they're slotting and sliding against one another, gripping both swollen heads together while staring right into his visible eye. )

I just…

no worries i have also been glacial

[cartographie]

You didn't tell me any of your hobbies.

My name is Nami, I like drawing, and drinking.

[wray]

[ Soft noises begin to spill out of him, almost uncontrollable as Sunday guides their cocks to slide against one another. The pleasure is overwhelming for him too, causing a shiver to crawl down his spine as he tries to get used to the rhythm. This always feels like a novel experience to him no matter how many times he's become intimate with another person.

He doesn't think he'll ever grow used to it, numb to the kind of connections this place wants them to establish. When Sunday tries to speak, he's almost grateful for the distraction. ]

You...? Tell me, I'll give you anything you desire.

[ It's not like him to speak so boldly, but with his suit mark a bright red on his skin, there's no stopping him now. Not when he's slowly figuring out a pace that glides his length down against Sunday's in an exquisite way. ]

ty! it was very refreshing

[bardische]

[ He's not expecting her to meet his movements with the same ferocity. Teeth against his throat has him keening, body trembling under his own want and the intoxicating, undeniable truth that his mate wants him. He would do anything she asked, and his only remaining thoughts were how to thoroughly please her.

So when she guides him down, gives him that order, he gladly falls to his knees, eyes raking over her and hands coming to pull her swimsuit off the rest of the way, his own half-loosed cock forgotten. His breath catches at the sight of her cunt, wet and beautiful, and he hooks his arms under and around her thighs, guiding them apart as he turns to kiss and nip the warm inner flesh. ]

Hilda [ he murmurs, the name feeling somehow right when he says it.

And then his mouth is at her cunt, sucking against her sensitive bud before his tongue explores her folds, moaning against her as her taste and smell overwhelm his senses. ]

[notscar]

[ done and done. ]

You're gonna get a lil' neat tattoo somewhere on your body and that'll be it. It sounds simple but it ain't.

[ because while he knows what his does to him, he can't say for certain how the other guests deal with their own. nor does he care for the most part. he cares for what bothers him but not others. that's just how it is. ]

But I can't really be specific with things 'cause they're random.

[ rather--- he doesn't want to assume and be wrong. ]

Luck can be a real pain in the ass.

[bleakdecember]

[For a single, suspended instant, Akechi gets it. That give and take, the push and pull of someone who gets you like nobody else. Just like him and Akira--

He smothers that thought.]

I was going to take you back to my place, since I doubt you have a room yet. [A bit forward, but. You know.]

[bleakdecember]

[He rolls his eyes, because Yusuke is just such a stick in the mud. As if he's one to talk.

He doesn't wait. He lets himself dip underwater, letting go of Yusuke's arm. And it feels so nice. Maybe it's just from the heat of the artificial sun, but the way the cool water covers his head just feels so nice.

Akechi grabs Yusuke's wrist from below and tries to tug him down as well.]

[ratratrat]

[Charlie would joke he's a bit small for a foundation, but he wouldn't mind being a piece of it. He's much more comfortable as a part of someone else's success than building his own ladder.

You never know when a rung will slip out.]

HAH! [Charlie barks a laugh at the punchline.] You're a funny one, then?

But, since you mentioned it... [He tilts the hand not occupied with Sherwood's side to side in the air.] ... tryhards can be pretty fun. People with goals are better than people without 'em.

[Taste in humanity affirmed, Charlie spreads his fingers over the man's knuckles entirely. Tender at first, the touch quickly turns amicable. He pats the back Sherwood's hand and withdraws his own.] What's your goal tonight?

[bedroll]

[ It's uncanny, really, and in a way that visibly, immediately puts him on edge. All those old feelings from a few months ago come back, as strong as if he were feeling them instead of just watching Prompto descending into the madness of it. There's shame, of course, embarrassment, but also an undeniable sense of empathy, even if...well...one of them is taking it a hell of a lot better. Maybe it's because of the relative safety in it, of having someone familiar and (relatively) non-judgemental to keep an eye on things, help keep them under some kind of controlled circumstances while the rest gets to spiral out of control.

The smallest bit of drool pools at the corner of his mouth when Prompto half-shucks his pants. He doesn't even realize it until he opens his mouth to say something, hand immediately jumping up to swipe at the drip before it can fall. He doesn't suspect the effect is contagious, but maybe it has been a little while since he's spent that kind of time with anyone. And the brief, sharp eye contact clenches his chest in a way that convinces him he might as well not hold off. Not here, with a friend; it's gonna get weird either way, so they might as well get it out of the way now. ]

I get it.

[ Spoken softly, as he steps away from the curtain to check the built-in benches. As he suspected, the cushions lift, and inside the seat bucket is any number of lubricants and prophylactics. Scented, flavored, warming, cooling... He opts for something relatively neutral, though it smells like coconut tanning oil when he opens it. Then he replaces the cushion and takes a seat, reaching forward with his other hand to reel Prompto in by the sagging elastic of his shorts. ]

Just take 'em off.

[ Told, not asked, as he pours some of the lube into his palm. ]

[bedroll]

[ This feels so normal that for a moment it's easy to forget where and when they are. That this isn't a real beach or even a real resort, or that he and Yusuke are from completely different planets, maybe even different universes. That they aren't just on some silly vacation with each other, goofing off after a trip to some touristy knickknack shop. For just a second, it almost feels like home again, and that makes his chest ache all the more when he remembers that it isn't. That's part of the joke, then: to liven things up to keep them from crashing.

Especially when he chooses right after to creep towards a ledge he thinks they both spend a lot of time looking over. Maybe not necessarily with each other, but for that similar resolve they have when it comes to playing by the House's rules. ]

Rules didn't specify what kind it had to be. First one I got was on the cheek, so we could just balance it out and call it a day.

[ He realizes it's a forward thing to be asking, at least in this instance. They hadn't broached that kind of topic beyond their first meeting, in that art stall. More than that, Gladio recognizes that he is older in a way that makes him responsible here. But then, that's part of why he'd checked in on him. To make sure he's taking care of himself, or has good people around him who are.

He really hates that anyone around his sister's age is here. ]

[ratratrat]

[I'd rather the absence of Italians from a canon than Al Capone being a Catboy]

[Charlie's lips purse, amused that he's crossed the professional barrier to 'dude'. He gives Aak a look meant to communicate that he heard it. And that he won't be commenting. Instead he just chuckles silently.

Eyebrows still raised from the acknowledgement of their newfound friendship, he stands up straighter. An avian lifeguard coos in the distance - Charlie turns towards it, but doesn't stop talking.] Yeah... sounds like you've got your gifts covered. Thoughtful, too, matchin the person with the poison.

What about your materials? [He looks back to Aak, a casual over the shoulder glance.] Ever used blood before?

[bedroll]

[ Between the insistence and the cheek packing, it's hard to look at Satoru and not laugh. It's funny, too, how this kind of thing is starting to feel normal. Spending time lounging, laughing, lazing around together like a real vacation. If he lets himself think about it too much, it almost makes him want to quit playing, or at least not really start trying to, and maybe even convince Satoru not to play either. It's impossible, of course, for how important they probably both are back home. But these little pockets of reprieve...they feel better than he would have ever believed just a few short months ago. ]

You're supposed to ice through a cloth.

[ Said matter-of-factly, amber eyes meeting blue with a quirked brow in lieu of any kind of stern expression. He can't muster those as well anymore. Still, when they find an empty pair of chairs, a wide pink and white parasol planted between them, he strips off his tank top anyway. Mostly to ensure their claim isn't challenged by the pair sneaking in from the other side. He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck—all of the posturing one might expect from a man his size before he glances over, as if to ask if there is a problem. By the way the one of them, strong-looking but still half his size, tugs on the arm of the other, he's pretty sure there isn't one. ]

You just wanna look at my ass. What's in it for me?

[keyeju]

[ It's a lesson that Gen could afford to have beaten into his head a little more than it has been. While he's asked for help on very rare occasions when he realizes how dire a situation is, it really takes some fate of the world level nonsense to pry that out of him.

A little risk of death by drowning certainly isn't going to do it. ]

Guess we'll find out how strong then.

[ Which is the last thing he's going to say before jumping directly into the water with reckless abandon.

He figures best case he swims just fine back to shore, and worst case scenario this guy really doesn't want to leave him be, so it'll be his pride stinging more than anything when he gets fished out of the fake ocean.

Credit to him, so far his head is staying above the water.

So far. ]

NO i lost akechi...i abandoned my boy! there's a joke in there. but she won't abandon

[counterblowing]

I'm not after you. [Even if by giving in to taunting he reminds her of exactly the kind of person she's trying to hunt down. There's the smallest twitch in her mind that wonders if he's lying, and she decides to play along.] That doesn't mean I'd have to let you get away.

[The disorderly mind games become plainer and plainer. The more he leans into it, the more this dream builds up its fucked up intimate escape room (or escape deserted island) milieu. Not the most unusual fantasy landscape, really, were it not also accompanied by a very real flare of paranoia. Maybe that, too, is the allure - that something can be so fraught and yet invite their cooperation, make that cooperation tempting.]

I'd start by understanding your motives. [The softer touch on his wrist fades quickly in response to his bait. Rahu moves to take his hand to the side in her own, aiming to pin it - something she'll continue to pursue for a little while, even if he tries to slip away. He said he'd prefer to stay where he is; maybe she's testing that. Her other hand pressed palm-flat against his chest, fingers spanning the space dipped between his clavicle.] What exactly do you stand to gain?

( cw: mentions of cannibalism and incineration. )

[tohell]

[ Teeth pinch into the hard edge of a jaw, marking J with the quickly coagulating proof of their encounter and toothy indentations that fade before Charlie can plan his next move. While there's no trace of his teeth left behind, Charlie is rewarded with a sound of amusement that's more like a hard breath than it is a bark of laughter. The small shows of petulance Charlie bestows in nips and clacks of teeth that narrowly miss skin are hardly the irritation they'd be for someone whose proclivities don't align with them as seamlessly as J's do. They're both fortunate that he welcomes the violent urges that bubble to the surface and dares to inflict themselves upon whatever portion of the demon the vampire's whims settle on in the moment.

J pushes in to plunder the heat of Charlie's mouth, the taste of copper heavy on his tongue. In the next moment, the feel of exploratory fingers slipping between his cheek and teeth momentarily divides J's focus, but not to the point of him pulling away or causing his interest to wane. J isn't one to mind the sudden intrusion or lack of negotiation in the least.

Boundaries are strange ideas for demons. Their bodies aren't fragile, nor are they considered to be anything sacred or precious, a far cry from the way mortals perceive their own physical beings. For demons, bodies are merely concepts, shifting and changing with the perceptions they hold of themselves and as a result of how others among their kind perceive them. They suffer no permanent injury, no matter the most grevious wounds, and acts such as incineration or being consumed in full are healed in a matter of days.

So there's hardly much of a point in worrying about the value of personal space. Every inch of skin and any orifice is there for the taking, to be bartered or sold, and made use of no differently than any other tool.

The invasion is met with J's mouth splitting wide to an unnatural degree, delighted by every step Charlie takes to exercise control. Excitement builds with the flick over the head of his length, the arm keeping J locked within the cage of Charlie's hold, and now fingers probing into the tight space. The reward for this is the way J's hand, previously cradling a head full of midnight hair, slides down to cup the back of a neck he grips. All the while his thumb strokes over the shell of Charlie's ear, downright affectionate, as J often gets when he's met someone who can keep him on his toes. ]

Having fun? [ Punctuated with a roll of his wrist, the tight clutch of his hand twists fluidly as it glides from hilt to head. With Charlie's erection freed from the confines of his swim briefs, there's nothing to hinder J's touch from growing more enthusiastic. As the pace of his strokes quickens, the wet skin-on-skin sound of J's hand pumping over his hot cock becomes downright obscene. What can he say, he feeds off his partner's energy and Charlie is giving it in spades. ]

[malpwactice]

[Aak thinks idly to himself, huh, at the faintest brush of styled mustache against his neck, is this the closest I can get to someone with fur for now? That's how his mind wanders, more preoccupied with the physical aspects of the funny guy than anything else. Any meeting here could be just a meeting so why stress about them?]

[but he does get an extra point for reactions.]

Oh yea? [there's a temptation to bite again, the type to jump on the idea that his teeth may be being criticized instead of his tongue being praised]

[At the same time, he does love what he does. He hasn't had nearly enough appreciation for his natural features and so even the goofy phrasing won't dissuade him.]

Sure, hot stuff. [While the first lick was more of a quick flick of the tongue, this one he drags it from a bit before the bottom-teeth bitemark to a bit past the top-teeth bitemark.]

[ratratrat]

[The show of dull pleasure shifting to seething, indignant anger is a familiar favorite. Charlie likes that performance best, of all that this entertainer has offered him tonight. He is sated.

He should be sated.

The stirring behind his eyes strains, and when Baptiste lurches into him, Charlie grabs the man's jaw. One hand on either side, he feels the scrape of teeth against his tongue and forces the man's face to a different angle.

But not away.

Heat fills his mouth even as the taste of vitae is overtaken by the rancid acidity of alcohol. Charlie's nose scrunches and his eyes widen. For a moment, inhuman yellow meets frenzied blue. He could have this man any way he wanted him.

Charlie closes his eyes.

He wants him like this. Riled up, teeth and tongue, body twisted and unbalanced.

Lips slick with blood, Charlie's mouth presses into Baptiste's. His incisor brushes against the man's swollen tongue, a prick that does not break the surface. Instead, his fang cuts into the man's lip. It sends a jolt of pleasure through the man, Charlie knows - a fleeting but mind-numbing sensation.

The taste of the man's blood once again leaves Charlie shuddering in kind. It isn't enough to quell any remaining thirst, but the flavor is exquisite. With the man falling all over him, he can't resist the easy opportunity to indulge.]

[crestsidestory]

[ Her runaway flush is still a bit self-aware but now that embarrassment is cut with the most unexpected thoroughly pleased warmth. It takes her the span of a heartbeat but she smiles against the brush of his lips, leaning in like a sun-seeking flower. ]

I think it may be mutual, Caleb Widogast.

[ There is little of her usual propriety in the way her arms drape over his shoulders to keep him close. Her eyes sweep away from his, her focus behind his head momentarily as she taps at her watch. His own dings to alert him of a message but by that time she has one hand on his face, her eyes all soft affection, her thumb stroked along his jaw as if to prove that the significant hardship his beard has caused her on paper has made her no less fond of it. ]

You have been so obliging I thought you should have the pictures as well.

[ It satisfies, in an odd way. One more thing, admittedly smaller than usual, for them to share. ]

I hope you will not be insulted if I say that meeting you here was not my idea.

[malpwactice]

[What good was greatness if you hung on the opinions of anyone and everyone?]

[Weiss strips off her dress and even with his emotions in a muted haze he can acknowledge she's beautiful. Even the blemish, the mark of something that looks like it could have killed her, adds something in contrast. It just can't move him. He doesn't have the vivid imagination of what could have caused the scarring. He doesn't want to know. He wants her, because his body aches for it, but...]

Yea? I don't know, this place is pretty stimulating... it's easy to forget.

[And here was a law-abiding girl, pretty enough to grab anyone's attention, insisting on impressing a no-name cat. In reality, it's probably not enough to call it debasing herself. But the word still comes to mind for him. It gave some vague feeling of satisfaction.]

[He reaches up to the zipper on his wetsuit, pulling it down to start to expose himself. For being a more covering piece the zipper still has a dramatic curve to it for some kind of appeal. Soft fur peeks out but at least no unusual anatomy stands out... yet.]