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

[artcritic]

[Akechi's gamble seemed to work, miraculously. Yusuke can't lie, he's kind of impressed.

And this is not bad at all. He never had a problem swimming or diving, but this makes it so much easier.

He follows after, glancing curiously to the surface to gauge how far they are from it. But eventually joins Akechi on the soft sand, digging his fingers into the sand so he's not pushed up to the surface. For Akechi, Yusuke looks like a child who just discovered the miracle of having a house all to themselves and can do whatever they want.]

[schmisse]

You just called me annoying!

[ She's attached to him so she shakes him by the shoulders. HELLO??????? IS SHE ANNOYING????? ]

We're going to be stuck until the day I die and you find me annoying!

[ The pain. The suffering. Kazuya's words hurt!!! /dramatic ]

[malpwactice]

[Aak would take as much offense at being called strangely docile as being mistaken for a were-creature. It's a thought best kept in the back of his mind.]

[When his tongue comes up, he does pause to brush the un-barbed edge of his tongue. It immediately feels cooler when exposed to the air. He barely has time to consider if it's the others' body running hot when a surprisingly calm retort comes out. Aak immediately laughs, bopping his nose against Baptiste's neck.]

You pulled a lucky one! [this one he can properly accept as a flat compliment.]

I got other stuff buuuu~t, [he taps his fingers against the back of the neck] the stocks are waiting for guys who don't keep up with their quotas!

[He says that, but he's not exactly pulling away. His grip may loosen a little but he doesn't settle down on his feet or try to untangle himself. In fact, if not stopped, he may just go back to suckling and making the bruising more obvious.]

[extramortem]

That’s the sense that I’ve gotten from my time here, yes.

( he has his own minor evidence, though he isn’t really sure how the pieces line up necessarily. makoto has in his possession a mirror which reveals the “other” side of the Golden Peacock—one where, rather than gilding and glitz and glamor, it’s instead decrepit and decaying. even more alarming is that the long-term guests that had preceded his own group appeared similarly ghastly and desiccated. he isn’t really sure what it means, since this “other” world is also a place he’s physically visited on his own. is it the “truth” of what’s around them, or a parallel world?

he’s still investigating that himself. but, for now, he keeps this information close to the chest; he tends to offer it only when he trusts someone… or when he feels like it’s a good enough bargaining chip to get something from them that he wants. )

I… don’t think he’s told anyone that. At least, not from the rumors I’ve heard. He’s rather hard to get information out of. ( makoto had been going about it in a different approach, fostering a relationship with the ghost based on what he hopes are… shared interests. that guy still owes him a date (and, by that, he means a guided tour of his collection of repossessed limbs and organs). )

You could try to ask him more yourself. His name is J, and he runs a place called Roost in here. The thing is, the Roost moves every night, and the entrance is typically hard to find… But he does reach out to us sometimes. He finds us interesting, for some reason.

( a thought occurs to him: ) He’s a ghost named J. There’s a demon here named J, too, but— ( makoto’s expression is becoming particularly strained as he fringes on this topic. ) I recommend staying away from him.

( they have a… complicated history.

his hand goes to his chin. ) I don’t think so… But I haven’t really heard of anyone asking, or being asked. But I guess it’s possible.

[belialedge]

The high seas are just calling your name, eh?

[ As Ragna gets situated proper, the two of them slowly sailing out into the open waters, Nami asks him a more personal question. Before, it might have been rejected...but the months have done more than temper the Grim Reaper. While he was no open book, he's of the same mind as the younger pirate. They could joke about him being her "cumslut" all that they want, but he's not so cheap as to see her as a hot pair of tits and ass. In truth, she helped him out a lot, even during the Hunt despite the impromptuness of their romp. But that was a conversation for another day. Another time. ]

Without acting coy about it all? Pretty much. [ A beat. ] Guess there's no point in sugarcoating it. I've got the highest recorded bounty in history back home. Frankly, I've gotten numb to the whole "vigilantes after my ass" shtick.

[belheir]

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

[Sure, he's being shaken, but! It's fine. In fact, he just laughs more, laughs harder as she does, because it's just kind of funny to see her being so dramatic! Eventually though, he gently grabs her by the face, one hand on either side of her cheeks, and just leans in to kiss her. Very briefly, but extremely affectionate.]

I think you're wonderful just the way you are.

[massochism]

Good... you deserve it—nngh.

[Eiden really makes it so easy to get caught up in his fascination, awe-stricken by how easily the man gives and takes in equal measure. at least, for a moment, before his body rises up in response to being swallowed so easily, thighs rising up obediently.

better this way is an understatement, honestly. saliva gathers messy against his cock and trails downward, essence leaving a pleasant tingle on heated skin and heightening sensitivity.]

Ah—haah— [spit and pre dribble and wind down to his hole, leaving his taint and the cute little ring glistening.] can't forget you, either. God, I missed you so much...

[his fingers drift over a cheek, thumb grazing the corner of his lip and picking up more of his pre to smear along his skin. a selfish hunger fills him just being here, marking him even so temporarily. they belong to each other, in a way that is uniquely just between the two of them, and that's everything he wants.]

You're so greedy, I love it. ♥

[icequeenly]

I am pleased to make your acquaintance too.

[ The redhead offers the other young woman a small smile. It's true thatv ordinarily formality would dictate that she be addressed as Kirijo, however she had had to adjust to the way different people spoke to one another here. It's rare that she had come across anyone who addressed her by her family name right off the bat, as odd as it is to her. ]

Ordinarily where I come from I would address you as Schnee, although I'm aware that's not often the case for others I've met from other worlds since coming to this place.

Would you prefer it if I address you by your first name?

[ As she speaks, she notices Steve bringing over their orders. A sight she greets with a small bit of apprehension, hopefully she's not about to make a mess in front of someone she's just met. ]

[snakelace]

Ei…Eiden…

[ He…really has to do something about the way essence affects him, makes the sex just a touch sexier than he can handle. But he’s never really prepared when it comes to having sex with somebody from Klein…

He feels like putty in his hands, some sense of deep satisfaction warming him from the inside-out as he sighs and simply lies back, too spent to do more than bunch his fingers into Eiden’s hair. Already, those marks he’d left behind are healing up, and the surrounding plants have eased up a little, loosening up their leaves and petals to let some of that artificial sunlight in.

He likes the way a sunbeam falls across Eiden’s neck, highlighting its lovely musculature, and Baizhu can’t help but lean in to give his throat a kiss. ]

That…That was…

[silicone]

[ eiden feels the burst of essence arrive and then dissipate. if the plants around them seem a little livelier for it, well, that was bound to happen. he doesn't exactly control it, it will go wherever it wants to go. he's just not That Good.

he does, however, let out a soft breath at being kissed on the throat. the warmth of the sun peeking through is nice, but baizhu's mouth is even more lovely, enough to get him to open his eyes and turn to look at him. there's a dilated look to his pupils, and he shifts a bit, just to pull baizhu a little closer.

his lips brush his jaw and he murmurs: ]

Mmh... it... felt really good...

[ a hand gently sweeps up baizhu's chest, softly stroking upwards to rest his palm there as he nuzzles in closer. ]

yes! ✨

[schmisse]

[ It is unfortunate, but Weiss believes that no one can get out of this place fully. As long as they find themselves here, then they're here whether as a player or a wildcard— ones who never actually check in. If Hilda ever disappears after today, Weiss would think she got sent to what levels are lower than the basement. Hell ]

Right. It's best to finish before time runs out.

[ No spanking for both of them!

Weiss looks down at her sandals then back at Hilda. Right - she should get these off first before getting up. One strap is unravelled after the other, and then she holds the sandals up by them as she stands up. Yup, she's... definitely a lot shorter now. Two inches shorter. Hilda is practically a tower. ]

Shall we?

[ With her sandals now with Hilda, Weiss has to do her best and not complain about the sand on her feet. It's not so bad! Just a lot warmer than she's used to. If her feet get dirty, she can just clean it up, it's not a big deal. She'll have to use lots of lotion later, though.

There is thankfully a reception booth that ISN'T manned by Gilbert and his friends. Who knows if they would be suspicious of these two girls for the missing items in their tower! Any sandals they find along the way are picked up (not stolen), and Weiss puts hers back on. Claiming any rewards is done smoothly as the chips are transferred right away.

All in all, it was a successful mission! Weiss has no qualms about how things went. . . And they didn't have to tackle anybody! ]

[blastedass]

Fuck.

[there's no reason for this guy to lie to him, and he's been frank about other things so far. taking into account what bakugo's hear from other people, a grim prognosis spills out in front of him. taking down a villainous syndicate with perverted intentions after six months isn't hard at all. (he says.) but destroying something that's been going on for fucking years?! that's going to take a lot more effort. effort that he's had repeated people say is hard to earn any kind of reward for.]

If you ever see him, pin him to the damn wall and get some answers! [right, because it'll work like that without a problem. going after someone with lore information that seems to be based on just rumors is a shit gamble. but with nothing else to do other than grasp at straws, why the hell not? he scuffs at the side of his head in frustration. it's a lot of information to process and none of it is comfortable. that said... he gets a name and location.

does this mean J is safe now? maybe not. whoops. leveled the live grenade at your companion, huh, makoto.] The Roost? Is it some kind of restaurant or something else? How the hell's a door hard to find?

[it's a door that has to be big enough for someone like makoto to go through, right? a brief grunt acknowledges the ghost vs demon aspect, but dismisses the warning. if he has a reason to go after the demon to get out of here, then he'll go after the damn demon. it's that fucking simple. until then, warning at least noted.]

They probably won't answer low ranks with anything helpful.

[he slams his fist into his palm. time to threaten the staff.]

[blastedass]

[He better laugh carefully or that sound's gonna be the last thing he hears before getting an explosion to the face! Bakugo's blown people up for less than that! Dammit, why does this guy have to simultaneously give him good enough information he can't kill him and vex him to no end while doing it?! It makes the other issue going on right now even worse.]

WHAT THE FUCK?! [Gross! Esikko gets a brief point for that one because Bakugo is instantly relieved he woke up in a perverted beach party rather than a shitty forced wedding! His fingers tighten on his upper arms and he grits his teeth in a scowl as the thoughts quickly swarm as uncomfortable as those damn lifeguards. Finally, a silver lining. And no, Bakugo does not look for Esikko's ring. He figures the guy ditched it.] This place is insane.

Tch! [Yeah, he figured that would create a paradox, but only clicks his tongue in annoyance when it's pointed out to him. Despite his anger, he was being half-serious, half-facetious about that wish.] Then I'll wish for this place to grow a fucking allergy to kidnapped people.

[There, that takes care of both aspects. It has to get rid of the kidnapped people it does have, and then can't get anymore or else it'll puke all over the place! Or break out in hives. Whatever allergy it gets. Make it a bad one... Unfortunately, Esikko has to bring up the proverbial rabbit in the room. It's as much a warning as it is a brokered deal. For a while, he's quiet, weighing his options and everything he's heard. Ultimately, a resigned growl rumbles in his throat. Fuck or die, right?]

I'm not doing shit out here. [And makes to get up off the sand.] We can go back to the damn room.

[bedroll]

[ It's a surprisingly gentle sort of intimacy, chaste and maybe a little overdue all things considered. The hand that braces itself against his shoulder is surprisingly strong, leaving him to wonder whether it's just artwork that Yusuke spends his time on, or if there's a lot more simmering beneath the surface. Probably the latter, and that's on him, for never asking. It never really feels like the right time for just smalltalk in this place.

When they separate, he dutifully checks off number two on the list, then checks that the donated sandals are still tied securely. And a look at the expression on the kid's face can't help bringing a smile out of Gladio, amused and maybe just a little bit charmed despite himself. ]

I'll get outta your hair for now. Thanks for the help.

[ He nearly turns to leave before something else occurs to him. Not another favor, but maybe just that first step towards actually getting to know one another instead of just counting off the things that bother him. ]

For my own curiosity, you got a name you go by besides Fox? I realized I never asked, but noticed most people have been making up usernames for the network.

[blastedass]

[Some Quirks are more based in biology, with explanations and or mutations given to explain how they work. But some Quirks are completely abstract and removed from general physiology, making explaining them completely pointless beyond "superpower" ability. However, compared to magic, they're very limited. Magic can do... well... anything.]

I get it! You don't need to explain it!

[Ugh, everything in this place is a goddamn dick in disguise! Bakugo takes note of the username, intending to contact them at some point in the future over this.]

I'll find something decent in the library.

[It can't all be smut. People still need mental and physical stimuli that isn't sex to continue being healthy. In order to have more sex... He shoves the thoughts aside.]

Che! These assholes are content to stay here if they haven't tried breaking out more... Or they're biding their time. [He opts to think it's the latter, since people who've been here this long have at least tried. Well, one of them did.] Does anyone know the state of our worlds?

[It's a tough question, but he has to know. If everything's still moving, then All Might... No, he can't think about that. If he does, he's going to get even more pissed off! Everything would be over if he vanished at that time. He can't-! Fuck, stop thinking about it! He'll figure it out. This place can't have just yanked people. It would've shown up somehow. Timelines, worlds, dimensions, someone would've notice.]

Is that so. [Bakugo eyes the Watch again, tilting his wrist a bit to angle the face. So this thing is a smartphone, wallet, internet connection, all that bullshit in one go. Damn. He scoffs at the casino reminder.] Right. A fucking gambling hall.

[notscar]

[ yeah, no way he's going to go soft around here... ]

Good luck with that. Unfortunately you're gonna run into a mix of it whether ya like it or not. It's even in the name.

[ of the resort. folding his arms across his chest, leona takes a second to think about that question. it's a good one if you actually care about the company you want to keep, or even better if you don't. a stranger can remain a stranger. but it's... difficult to keep that mindset. leona can relate. ]

Nah. But I guess you'd be lucky to know the person you're bangin' in the first place, right? Could be here without a clue.

[ and then the beastman stands up. ]

Why? You savin' yourself for someone?

[worldbent]

[Watching Kai take in the reality of the resort around them puts a gleeful curl through Matoba's veins- the effect of one understanding the gravity of their situation. In some, it bloomed helplessness and panic; in others, a hardening of one's resolve. And still others might show delight, if they were the sort to fall to the allure of what the resort promised.]

[In this ayakashi- cat-like as he was- what Matoba saw was a very careful coiling, defensive, wary. He'd already been wary, what with Matoba's presence, but there was a gap between a single dangerous figure before you and your entire surroundings revealing themselves as the danger that probably made Matoba seem much smaller by comparison.]

[Smiling, tilting his head, Matoba grins.] Now you understand.

[An exorcist would be the least of his problems.]

I'm sure we can get along fine given the circumstances. For now.

[blumenthal]

[ He nearly asks where she would have chosen if seduction had been her intention, but holds off on the half-serious joking in favor of listening. It seems she's been given the resort's version of a birthday celebration, and as with most things here, it wasn't voluntary. But judging by her high spirits, this imposition was relatively benign compared to most. ]

Ja, natürlich. [ As if she really has to ask. Collecting her hand from his chest and giving it a gentle squeeze, he begins leading her in a couchward direction himself. ] I am your gift, and it would be a shame to take all of this off again so soon.

[ Unless it's you doing the undressing, his mind supplies, which brings a little color back to his face. Were he feeling just a fraction more shameless he could say that out loud, but surely he doesn't need to for her to hear it. ]

Now that we are together, I am content to stay as long as you like. It might even be worth taking a look around.

[ This may be a far cry from where they normally spend time together, but he is curious. ]

[crestsidestory]

[ A quick "I'm buying both" to the bartender so they are properly charged -- or in Hilda's case, not drained of credits she may not even have yet -- and she turns back to meet Hilda's eyes. ]

I would not say there is a band of us, precisely. At the moment it is far less organized. [ Her tone suggests that she would prefer a little more organization, of course. ] A loose collection of people with at least one important shared interest: freeing ourselves. Some of them will be handy at causing destruction when and if there is a need, despite our lack of physical weapons. Some stand a chance of unraveling the mystery of what magic has made this place and brought us here.

[ Some fit both categories but she doesn't give a list of names, assuming that at the moment none of it will actually mean much. ]

Sometime, if you would like, we can talk about what I have learned over the last six moons but in the meantime I can say that to the best of my knowledge none of us have ever met our captors, or we are unaware of it. And though parts of the resort have been made to resemble gardens and outdoor areas [ ...like beaches. ] no one has reported finding an exit of any kind.

[ Two glasses topped with matching tiny pink umbrellas are placed in front of them and she picks one up, turning her back on the bar but waiting for Hilda to join her. ]

[philancer]

[ They really are, but so is everyone else, and at this point, most of the long term guests don't even bat an eye at it. Which is both reassuring and not really.

But he leans over Eiden as he starts rocking into him, fucking him with a building rhythm, knowing that whatever he'd imbibed would start kicking in harder if he didn't get them moving. not that he minded. Eiden already felt excruciatingly good around him, making him impatient to take more.

But if the new position has his larger bulk helping to block out their surroundings and keeping Eiden's focus on him, he figures it couldn't hurt. ]

Alright?

[ It's probably a rhetorical question, but he checks anyway, even as he lets one of his hands slide down the length of Eiden's body to curl calloused fingers around his cock, giving him a slow stroke in contrast to the next thrust of his hips. ]

[skinstitch]

( there's a sliver of embarrassment, there, a little shameful--and for something that he swears he can't feel, anymore, it burns especially hot. it had been stupid to talk about any of this, and his only saving grace is the fact that fuuta is likely too blitzed by the alcohol to remember too much of it; there's plenty more left to the story, but leaving it like this is better. leaving it without the sordid, bloody details of the way his skin melted off or the weightless three-year coma or the fact that his grafts had once been tucked in, sutured and neat, rather than slipping off at the seams. going back home, seeing that nothing had changed, that his death really meant nothing at all: seeing his father beat the shit out of shouto, all of it. the way he paints it now sounds poetic, at least--reality is always dirtier, grittier, and he doesn't know that he likes fuuta knowing all that.

doesn't know how he'd feel, if he looked at him with disgust. looked at him with fear, again. looked at him in any way but this.

there's a soft breath of laughter, through his nose, but despite everything in him screaming that it's wrong, that it's weak, that it's dangerous: he wraps his arms around fuuta's shoulders, tucking him into his chest, holding him there in a half-twisted hug. )

I'm not gonna die here. ( not where fuuta can see it. it's the first time he thinks he's been relieved about being here: by the time he gets home, gets done with everything that has to get done, fuuta will be home, too. worlds apart. too far for him to see it when it happens. ) I am here, now.

( just like he said. with another soft breath, a sigh, he loosens his hold, slightly, just enough to try to lean back to look at fuuta's face, properly, where it's hidden in against his shoulder. )

You wanna find a place to crash out here? Pretty sure they wouldn't kick us out if we slept on the beach, but they have all those little beach houses or whatever.

( he doesn't know the right word for them--just knows that he doesn't want to have to force distance between them, doesn't want fuuta to go back to his little room, doesn't want to be alone with his thoughts, with these feelings, with the heated memory of fuuta pressed so bodily up against him. )

Sorry. I'm the kind of guy that stays over on the first date, you're just gonna have to deal.

[philancer]

[ He wasn't sure what reaction he'd get from that, but it certainly wasn't this one.

At the sight of her bursting into tears, he tenses, eyes going a little wide in a sudden panic. Oh, shit. he was so bad with crying girls. How did he get here???

Hands flailing for a moment, he's quick to drag her into a consoling hug, fingers soothing up and down her spine as he scrambles to try and calm her. ]

Hey, hey, come on now, it's not all bad. You're gonna be okay. You don't have to do this alone, Hilda, alright? I'll help you figure it all out, I promise.

[skinstitch]

( the bartender immediately recoils behind them, once bakugou's got a fist full of his shirt--his whole body bends forward, dragged down, and though it irks him in a way he can't quite decipher, he lets it happen. his arms fall, loose at his sides, while bakugou goes on his angry tirade, and his eyes roll, out towards the beach, towards the ocean, towards the hot sun, pooling in the sky. a part of him wants to light bakugou ablaze and leave it at that; the rest of him thinks he's better off not killing the kid, given what he knows about it all. he doesn't want to end up in jail here--again--and more than that, doesn't want to have to deal with the repercussions of whatever might happen to bakugou when he comes back, slightly wrong, slightly off.

there's a scoffing breath at the demand, though he pretends to consider it. he knows that he could easily get his face blasted off here, but does that even matter? like always, the risk is worth the reward--or punishment--as one of his hands lifts, just slightly, a touch of two fingertips against the folded edge of that robe, pooled over bakugou's hips and thighs.

with one little hiss, a tiny tendril of smoke, he lets the material catch up in flame. )

My clothes? ( loudly, as the material starts to crackle with blue fire; it's not like he's thrown it fully into the chaos of burning fabric, but if bakugou doesn't toss the thing off soon, then he's going to end up with more issues than he likely wants. no one wants a fire started around their dick like that.

with a long sigh, he lifts his other hand to close it around bakugou's wrist in silent threat. ) They're in my room.

You want them? I'll tell you where to go. But you need to back the fuck off.

[oversize]

( his brows lift--it's an immediate show, and some nasty, jealous part of him wants to dart his head around, as though to wave his arms and demand that no one else look at him; but then what would be the point? there are plenty of people here who have seen gladiolus like this, he's sure, in or out of the bedroom, and it's not like he has any right to cover him up. instead, with a swallow, he uses his shoulder to nudge his sunglasses up further, as though they might hide the bright look in his eyes as he watches, shameless, while gladiolus strips. standing there, feeling the ice sweating in the bag, feeling the sun still beating down on his back--a little sweat trickles down his temple, and he doesn't bother wiping it away.

once gladiolus has settled onto his front, stretched out on the chair, he slides down himself, seated first on the edge, knees pressed together. )

Mm? ( it's a soft sound, considering, as he gently, carefully, shifts the ice over the end of gladiolus' spine, towards the start of the curve of his asscheeks. ) Well.

I guess you could say that~. I picked one that was really dense. You know. Six eyes.

( as if that should explain it all, as he slides the ice pack down a little further, holding it partly up so that the whole icy chill of it doesn't burn at gladiolus' skin. )

...But your ass is huge. ( er. ) I mean. The muscles. Ahaha~. So I figured it'd be fine...

( his way of apologizing? maybe. )

[silicone]

[ it doesn't hurt and in fact just brings eiden to focus on the situation at hand—sylvain leaning over him with his body acting like the most lewd kind of shade. eiden just moans as he fucks right into him, the angle giving sylvain the advantage. his body arches into every thrust inside.

it's impossible not to look up at sylvain, right into his eyes as his own hair flops messily over his forehead. there's a sense here of being truly taken care of beyond any sexual sense, and the flush deepens. his words are a jumble— ]

Mmh—! S'fine, I'm fine... hah... keep going... you're... just like that— Oh, Sylvain...

[ he squeezes tight around sylvain, at this point as if milking him from inside. the damn rabbit wants his come, not like eiden doesn't either, but it's thirsty and desperate, it wants to breed. eiden just tries to breathe, because he's not afraid of the effects at this point, even as his heart hammers harder and his brain shoves forward, done being second to the rabbit that has his body grinding down as sylvain takes his cock and strokes. the duality, the punishing against his ass and the stroke to his cock like a mercy makes him spurt just a bit of come with a sudden jerk of his body. it's not everything, though, as if he's hit the mark but needs to hammer it home.

... this close, he could maybe hope to kiss him, and he tries, giving his mouth over like a hot and wet offering. ]