TDM 04

[goldmods]

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

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

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

BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT

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

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

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

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

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

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

THOSE WHO POUND SAND

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

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

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

FUN IN THE SUN

DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

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

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

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

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

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

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

A SHOW OF STRENGTH

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

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

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

DAYDREAM PARASOLS

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

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

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

NOTES

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

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

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

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

TWINKLING CURRENTS

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS

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

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

SWIM UP TO THE BAR

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

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

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

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

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

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

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

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

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

SANDY SCAVENGING

A GAME OF BEACHES

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

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)

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

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

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

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)

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

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

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

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

NOTES

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

INTO THE DEPTHS

IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE

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

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

TUMBLING DOWN

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

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

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

A RISING FLOOD

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

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

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

NOTES

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

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

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OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[massochism]

Mm, only a little. There are still a few people here who are worried about appearing to be something they're not.

[There's also the fact that it's about the right time, but he doesn't mean to waste Gallagher's precious hours with his theories. Even if they've been correct for the last six months now.]

It's nice to meet you, mister Gallagher. I'm Olivine.

[There's no rush for him, of course, and he's happy to let the older man work through his options. When they're given, he hums softly in consideration.]

Were this anywhere else, I might not choose it— [He's loath to inconvenience someone else, but honestly there's probably no one who actually lives in the bungalows, considering they didn't even fucking exist until this week.] But the porch may be the better option. Sitting in the sand naked seems like an... awkward time.

i.

[belialedge]

[ The resort staff taking initiative to temporarily lock Ragna away from his old suite in the basement levels was...all well and good. Except for the fact that save for storage and the fleetingly rare instance where he couldn't stay in his new abode, he hardly uses it anymore! With Weiss having just been anointed the Queen of Spades, his residency under her 'rule' was assured. That still didn't make it a pain in the ass for the low ranking Diamond all the same. Even if he didn't use his old room often, it's still privacy dammit!

Still, beggars can't be choosers, and the bungalow provided to him was a change of pace. Better than catching a nap out in the open on the beach where anyone and everyone could up and harass him for no reason or another. The less time he has to spend looking at those freaky gull-headed lifeguards, the better.

Ragna would be lying if he said that the sight of a nice quality bed, the sound of the ocean in the distance and the ambient sound of Boobwatch in the background on a TV somewhere wasn't making him feel a little sleepy. Whether it's that our latest guest to be shuffled into the deck as a wildcard appears after him, or he didn't bother to check the top bunk before crawling in underneath with a heave of a sigh, he wasn't resting for very long before Kokomi stirs. She's light of foot, only the sound of her clearing her throat jostling Ragna from his own reverie before she's leaning in to gently prod him with her free hand.

A deep-seated grunt, a scrunch of his closed lids, and her soft cadence finally reaches his ears when he tilts his head towards her. ]



Who are you? [ he asks, her pearly indigo hues caught in his mismatched red and green gaze. Blinking a couple times, he forces himself to sit up on his forearms as he gives her a good onceover. ] Sorry, I didn't know someone else was in here...

[dianxie]

You've been very sweet, it's no trouble.

[ He blushes as he tucks his hair behind an ear, distracted when he notices Boothill's teeth. ]

May I ask, what happened to your ... ? [ Pointing to his own. ] Or do you just eat a lot of meat?

[ A sensible deduction, shh. ]

[swearfilter]

[Boothill flashes a grin with those sharp, shark-like teeth.]

Part of bein' a cyborg. Because my insides are all different, I can't eat normal food. I usually snack on bullets, actually.

[As for what else he eats... who knows!!]

a!

[malpwactice]

[A cat-nap at the beach seemed like a nice idea. There were plenty of ways to mess with people, too. He didn't expect, when he woke again, to feel like the world had changed. He didn't expect to see that the world had changed. As Aak opens his eyes, the snow on the ground starts to shimmer with color. In the skyline are neon lights that reflect a harmony of colors on the pure white ground.]

[Aak pushes himself up on the beach chair and feels an ache through his whole body. When he'd gone to sleep he'd been light-hearted and optimistic. Now, there's not even wonder or surprise at the scene in front of him. Yeah, yeah, some totally new and weird thing happened. So what. As he blearily scratches the back of his head he hears Weiss.]

... oh. It's Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. [There's not joy or derision in the nickname, it's just stated.]

I guess it's you this time, huh. [He kicks off the chair and stands up in the illuminated snow. His outfit's a total mismatch, now. He'd managed to get a wetsuit that smoothed down most of his furriness, except for an exit for his tail. At least, if it were truly cold, the wetsuit was insulated.]

Ready to get this over with?

[The feeling that had flooded Aak, through activation of his suit, was despair, inevitability, and apathy. The only desire that still bubbled up was the hotel's demand for sexual action. He can't even feel delighted at the idea of teasing a prude.]

[experiment01]

(Hello! and.. Jesus Christ the height difference LOL )

There is a lot of them though.. not afraid of being ganged up on? [From the start Sae had done her best to avoid the seagull lifeguards. They honestly freaked her out and she has seen from a distance the way they bullied quite a few of the people mingling around. She only interacted with them once in the morning and it was only to get the complimentary one-piece bikini outfit from them to wear or otherwise she would have been naked besides the robes she woke up in.]

[Her nose wrinkles in a sheepish manner as she fiddles with the small screen, taking note of the list again before tilting her head to look up at Ragna. He was so much taller than her that his large form shielded her from the sun. Wow, that was neat..] ..No not really. I'm going to be honest, I'm still trying to adjust to.. everything here. I'm new. My name is Sae.. It's nice to meet you! [Her bare feet dig into the warm sand, the wings on her back shifting to rest against her back.] This one might be easy though to start me off. Get two kisses! Do you think we can cheat the system if I get them both from you or can it only be one?

[A pause as she perks up to attention, eyeing Ragna with a look of pure curiosity. She tucks some loose strands of white hair behind her ear, her smile friendly on her features.] If that makes you uncomfortable.. We can always switch it up so it's on the cheek!

sits here. :)

[nonvoting]

[ as with most dreams, tseng isn't sure how it starts. one minute, he's sitting on the fake beach that now occupies the better half of the cloud dwelling gardens; the next, he's walking down toward the familiar desk situated just above the dark line where ocean meets sand, a sight that somehow doesn't strike him as out of place. (in a dream, after all, anything is possible.)

he isn't surprised to see the desk, and he isn't surprised to see rufus seated atop it, either. the attire is different, of course—tseng has never known rufus to put so much skin on display—but somehow, in the context of a beach dream, tseng can't question it too hard. it suits the scenery, at least.

it's been a long time since tseng dreamed, and even longer since he dreamed of rufus. ]

Yes, Mr. President. [ tseng stops a foot or so away, feeling his toes curl into the cooler layer of sand underneath the surface. there's heat clawing its way up from deep inside him, a flush that starts in the pit of his belly and works out to his extremities. ] It's yours to use as you see fit.

[ just like tseng. his fingers curl at the small of his back, an instinctive gesture, trying to suppress the desire to reach out and run his hands possessively up the soft insides of rufus' thighs. ]

[A]nother rescuer

[flashfirefist]

[When he sees what's transpiring, Enji doesn't hesitate. Reaching out his left hand, he sends a controlled burst of fire flying towards the circling lifeguards converging on Rufus. There's no danger of the flames so much as singing a single feather—because Enji doesn't intend for them to do so—but the lifeguards don't know that.

They scatter. Only once they've attained a safe distance do they turn back to shriek at him angrily, but Enji shrugs. He has absolutely no tolerance for that kind of behavior.]

Then don't harass people! I don't have time for your games.

[They don't like him, and he doesn't like them; this is somehow a well-established fact already. The lifeguards continue to disperse further, and Enji glances at Rufus, inclining his head in acknowledgement. He's still (slowly) getting used to the fact that he must look ridiculous in his robe and his unsuitable swimsuit, and he's sympathetic to Rufus' own current garb.]

They shouldn't bother you again.

[dianxie]

[ Bullets. That's so badass that he's sure Feng Xin would have loved to hear it. ]

If you're a cyborg, do you ... [ He bites a lip, wondering how best to phrase himself as a thought occurs. ] How will you not turn into stone?

[ A long sip of his drink is needed as his cheeks burn. ]

[swearfilter]

That what happens to the people who don't play along, huh?

[Turning into stone... yeesh, no thanks, he's quite happy being metal, actually!!]

Don't worry too much about me, I've got the parts needed to play this game of theirs. And I will play along; I'm not all that keen on turnin' into stone, anyway.

[Contrary to Xie Lian, Boothill doesn't seem bothered at all by this topic of conversation. It's a question that makes sense, and he doesn't see any harm in answering it.]

[dianxie]

Ah, good.

[ WAIT - ]

I mean, good in general! Good that you will be okay! [ He doesn't even have his hat to hide under!! In a minor panic, Xie Lian bows hastily. ] S-Sorry for asking, pardon me.

[defendog]

[ tch. as far as hung knows, six might not be the most fun erune alive but he's currently in the running for the cutest one that he knows! ]

True, true... but I don't think it's really about enthusiasm. And if it makes you feel any better, I don't think this watch will care who's getting kissed by who.

[ so if it's about being judged for showing affection, hung can understand--- even if that's not a mitigating factor for six. ]

Or maybe you don't like the idea of kissing a Perro?

[defendog]

[ he slowly pulls the blanket off his face, recognizing the voice almost immediately--- if not for the fact he would call their first meeting a dream, this would make this second one more than just a coincidence. ]

Are you sure we're not married?

[ hung remembers. it hits him almost like a near-concussion would and he feels for his ring finger to see if there's anything on it. nope. still, he's relieved that he's not in front of a total stranger, especially when his robes are struggling to keep itself together with hung's broad furry shoulders causing him slight discomfort. ]

This isn't some kind of honeymoon?

[defendog]

Half a year?!

[ the shock practically staggers him, causing him to lose his balance and almost trip into his not-quite-perro-sized hole. wide eyes and partly open muzzle makes him look like the definition of surprise, complete with a suddenly frozen rope of a tail. ]

You're telling me you've been on a forced vacation for half a year?

[ because it's technically... that... if one squints hard enough. ]

That's awful. [ his shoulders slump, too. ] And there's no way out?

[swearfilter]

[The reaction gets Boothill to laugh and he's still grinning once he's settled.]

Nah, you don't need to apologize! It's a good question, given how little you know about cyborgs. Thanks for worryin' about me, but I'll be just fine.

V

[loosestrifes]

( Enji isn't the only one having trouble in the clinic today, though Esikko's reasons for being here are quite different. Though he's not a patient in one of the cots, this time, he's insistently following around a member of the staff, going on in elaborate, overly formal language about how his room has flooded, that he has hardly anything left, that he volunteered so helpfully when the clinic needed it most, so can't they part with a few of the supplies? The staff member is one he hand picked to harass for this, actually— someone quickly irritated and without much patience, someone who might give in a little easier with the slightest of prodding. But as they both stop near one of the supply counters in the room that Enji's found himself inside of, that nervous little staff member sighs, giving a sidelong glance at Enji and the few staff surrounding him trying to convince him of the proper way to heal up around here. It's in this moment that an arrangement is made.

Help this "difficult" patient and he can take what he needs, even if it has been weeks since he's volunteered in the clinic in any capacity. The pink prince takes one look over at the man, injured as he is, and gives a performative little smile. With that, the deal is on.

Maybe it's not so reassuring, as a heavily injured patient, to be approached by someone who frankly looks a little sickly himself, skin pale, red marks beneath his eyes vibrant in particular irritation— but Esikko is the one who manages to wave off all of these pestering staff members, a smile on his lips. )

I'll take care of it, so would you clear the room, please?

( There are some hushed whispers about private rooms available, but they do as instructed, and it's only when the door clicks behind them that he sighs, stepping around the cot to immediately rifle through supply drawers. )

Medical treatment is a bit unique here, isn't it? But you don't have to worry. I should be able to do something to help without any of that...

( In an actual medical fashion, not that other nonsense, yes, though it hardly looks like he's the most interested, with how he's taking out medications and supplies of interest to him and stacking them on the counter. Still, he makes sure to toss another look over his shoulder, smile deceptively kind. )

...let's see, your arm, general injuries... Pain, I assume?

[dianxie]

I would have offered my help even if you didn't have means, please don't misunderstand me.

[ Not every man has a dick! Dicks are inconsequential sometimes!! Xie Lian will shout these things from the rooftops. ]

I'm sure you'll do very well for yourself, you're charming.

[bountyfull]

You sure you're alright? You look like you're still pretty hot under the collar.

[ He glances at the food he still hasn't touched and he arches an eyebrow at it. If it's causing this guy this much trouble then maybe he should have second thoughts. He's hungry, but not THAT hungry. ]

I've heard milk helps with spice better but...

[ He's just going to reach over and clap a hand over Narumi's forehead like he's trying to take his temperature. Hm... ]

[swearfilter]

Hah, yeah? It's appreciated, then. You this good at lookin' out for everyone or am I special?

[It gets a laugh out of him; Boothill's never thought of himself as charming, but he'll accept the compliment all the same.]

[glorification]

( Now he's being scolded, for some reason, and though there's such a familiar irritation scribbling itself into knots in his own chest, he can't rid himself of the desire to do something a little untoward about it. The idea that Eichi could do something to shut Hiyori up, to make him stop for even just two seconds, is honestly overwhelming at this point— he staggers into another step forward, closer beyond anything he normally seeks out, and just about half collapses against Hiyori. Either he catches him, or they both fall into the sand! )

Surely you can't actually be this dense...

( The words are muttered, a sort of biting harshness usually reserved in quiet moments between himself and people like Hiyori, but he presses them into the other's neck, if he can get away with it. Like revenge of his own, though he can hardly manage it.

His body is on fire, and any contact he does make with the other idol will likely reveal that quickly enough. Maybe it does seem like he's having heat stroke. But that's not his only symptom... At this rate, though, he's becoming more and more certain that he's going to die of blue balls here on the beach. This is horrible. He reached out in a moment of desperation and grabbed the absolutely worst person he could have, possibly, for any sort of help—

When Eichi tries to let out a noise of frustration, the tone is a little too high, and he slumps further, burying his head in either Hiyori or the sand. He doesn't care right now. He'll just die, it's fine. )

opens my arms and his legs

[unionized]

[It's not surprising that he dreams of Tseng, even setting aside the bawdier implications of a statement like that; dreams draw on reality, on memories and thoughts and stimuli that surface in the subconscious and bounce off each other in unexpected ways. To turn up in a dream, Tseng need only be something that's oft on his mind — and that's no surprise, given how heavily he's always played a role in Rufus's intricate web of plans.

It is surprising that Tseng turns up like this — dressed for the beach, barefoot, and looking at him like the sun's got him parched and Rufus is one of those frosty drinks from the swim-up bar. He likes that, he finds. Likes to be looked at like this. Everyone looks at him in one way or another, but no one, no one gets to look at him like this.

Not unless he wants it, and oh, does he want it.]

That's right.

[He can tell, on some level, that this isn't...right. That office desks don't just turn up on beaches, that the mood he's in is a lot more libertine than he would normally allow himself. There's a hazy element of it all that doesn't quite feel real, and yet he finds he's not eager to dwell too much on it. It's enough to feel as though what's unfolding here doesn't matter, and if he's being given no choice in the respite, then he might as well relish what he's got while it lasts.

He flicks his gaze over Tseng, from his toes to his eyes, slow and appraising. There are few people in the world more controlled than Tseng is; all of his tells are subtle when they're even there at all. But Rufus knows where to look, knows what it means that he's even seeing as much as he's able to see. There's a tension in Tseng that's fit to burst, and that — now that's interesting.]

I wonder what you'd do with it, if you could.

beach bunny big bang barbecue bonanza bazonga

[belialedge]

[ Ragna wouldn't call himself a one-trick pony when it came to his methods of cooking. But if there was one that he was exceptionally proud of when given the right space and equipment for it, it's grilling. Meats on skewers, whole roasts, steaks, chicken, pork; you name it and he'll put everything his Master taught him to good work. As cautious as the criminal can get when it came to accepting food from the resort staff...how did that saying go?

'Living with fear stops us from taking risks,'? ... Or in this case, living in fear stopped the guests from accidentally getting crazily horny over aphrodisiac-laced food. It's a gamble. Where better to do so than a ★★★★★ sex casino? Minding his own business, that doesn't stop the pink-haired woman from standing out and really shining in this tropical environment. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought that she was settling in just fine. She's grabbed his attention well enough that the moment their eyes meet, he blinks rapidly a couple times before attempting to go back to minding his own business again, eyes forward after tugging up another block of succulent meat between his teeth.

His manners are well and good...save for the little patch of sauce that glistens on the corner of his mouth.

"You have a little something -" ]

What was that?

[ "right there," she points on her face before it hits him. His cheeks dust a faint rose hue as he suddenly clears his throat. ]

Oh. Crap. My bad. [ Swiping the savoury sauce up with the pad of his thumb, the swimsuit clad man wearing an open red hoodie sticks the end of his thumb in his mouth for a quick little suck. That's embarrassing... But, ] Thanks.

( OOC; A-Okay with both the gen or spicy direction! )

beach bunny

[belialedge]

[ Trust him. This place felt like some freaky weird dream when he first arrived. If anything, the House seeing fit to shuffle Ragna into the deck like this felt like a fool's gamble. What would have happened if they hadn't found a way to keep his Azure Grimoire in check? On its own, there was already a risk of harming someone by simply being in proximity of them. Touching them was even worse...if others didn't want to run the risk of having their life force innately drained due to the very nature of his right arm. Thankfully, with the months that have passed? That wasn't a problem. If anything, this has been the most "normal" he's ever felt at this resort.

On that note, Yor wasn't alone in the level of discomfort she felt getting all of this thrust upon her. It's still an adjustment period, getting curveballs thrown at him despite how long he's been here already. The upmost level of this sex casino being turned into some fake, gloriously expansive beach? Was just another instance of this place being more freaky than it was sexy sometimes.

Ragna, in comparison Yor who modestly covers herself up, is less concerned about showing some skin as he happens by the seemingly rattled woman. But it's the obscenely loud rumble of her tummy that gets him to stop. He doesn't keep tabs on everyone at this resort, more focused on his circle of those he knew. But those striking red hues and raven hair? He can't say he's spotted someone like her before. And she doesn't seem as listless as the various NPCs that litter the resort as if nothing was amiss.

Oh yeah. That's right...

This was around the time that prospective wildcards would get shuffled into the deck with the rest of them. Heaving a sigh, he steps up, hand on his hip casually as he regards her with a sunken brow. ]

Knowing this smuthole? The usual. [ Sex. Lots. And lots. And lots of sex. With people you may not even know! ] Lemme guess. You just got here?

[dreamunchained]

[He'd be correct in his assumption-- having woken up with nothing but a robe, she had no access to her tool to summon her SAM suit with, leaving her not only powerless beyond her own naturally enhanced perception, but scared. She'd always wanted to live a life that felt normal, far outside of her role as a weapon of war, but she still needed her suit in order to exist under the shackles of her sickness safely. Without that asset here with her, she didn't know what to expect of her state of being, and the mere thought of it had been making her dig her fingers into the sand next to her progressively deeper throughout the starry evening, scratching and itching at the surface as if it could ease her anxiety.

And yes, it was far too late to have any further debates after how their last major conversation ended. Agree to vehemently disagree, but a conversation is a conversation no matter with whom it happened to be in a situation such as this. They could wax philosophical and speak civilly about the night sky, that'd suit her fine... it's only as awkward as they choose to make it.]

There was a planet once where I stood and watched the stars above as I was surrounded by blinking fyreflies. By a certain point as they rose through the night sky, I almost couldn't tell the difference between which was which anymore. That's... a fond memory of mine.

[She tilts her head at him curiously.]

And you? What do you see?

b1 for the bingo yayyy

[waged]

( no shame to be have, gally. after all, the perfect penacony wouldn't exist hadn't sunday had something else to compare it to. it begets improvement, and isn't that a good thing? but alongside a sun that moves, aventurine can understand the melancholy that follows behind. if dreams of home is the mood for dusk and night, then the irony of such a sky also being not a common sight in sigonia-iv isn't lost on him.

despite the wastelands and deserts, the sun was a rarity, alongside dawn and dusk. they had auroras instead, though beautiful to some, they bring back memories best left untouched. but the sea breeze this late is nice on his skin, a luxury he hadn't had a home either, even if the resort makes it an unreal reality.

is it more similar to the skies and oceans of the xianzhou alliance, or is it like the sweet dream built within a frontier prison? )

When you don't think about the sky not being real, it's not so bad of a sight, is it? Some people might even prefer a sweet illusion over the lack of opportunity. ( this is absolutely not a penacony mention, but if the shoe fits... ) Is it making you nostalgic, my friend?