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

[belheir]

Keep your feet to yourself and I won't have any reason to drag you down to my level.

[Like, Kazuya could move. It would be so, so easy to teleport himself back up into the bunk, but he doesn't. There's reasons for it, but right now he's playing lazy lizard to conserve energy.]

... What do you think is gonna go on this time the moment we walk out that door?

[befehl]

( That's a shocking answer he doesn't expect. Topaz of the IPC, a precious Stoneheart? )

You're joking. The basement? That certainly doesn't sound appealing...

( He sighs. )

Well, sure. Lead the way then, and I'm impartial to rabbits, why do you ask?

( What, does she fuck like them? )

naviaaaaaaaaaa also this is for II.

[unionized]

[So maybe this is just an everyday occurrence at a mysterious resort with all its dealings rooted in sex. Maybe it's just something you get used to, a natural social occurrence like giving a coffee order to your secretary or sending a helicopter in for maintenance. Maybe that's just a part of daily life, people running up to you covered in an admittedly attractive flush and looking for all the world like they want to climb you like a tree before they've barely had time to ask your name.

Well. Rufus isn't used to it, not yet, but evidently he's going to have to get there in a hurry, if things like this keep happening.

He manages to see Navia heading his way, fortunately, which also means he's got just enough time to get his hands out and take her by the shoulders, keeping her at a semi-arm's length so she doesn't crash into him in her haste. There's a definite strength in his hands that isn't immediately obvious from the look of them; he handles shotguns on the regular, the grip is firm but not overly tight.]

Going somewhere?

[It's not that he's sympathetic, not exactly. But being a wildcard on this beach has proven to be a recipe for having other people fuck around with you on the regular, and well — so maybe he's in the mood to do a little fuckarounding himself, and the universe has just presented him with a perfect opportunity.]

You look like you're in a hurry.

[He says, just a little bit like the cat who's caught the canary.]

canonpoint shenanigans, go. also hi i love aventurine

[starcinoma]

[ a chuckle - or, well, what passes for one from the taciturn trailblazer. a quick breath, an exhale through her nose, a slight upward turn to her lips. it's not like he's wrong, exactly. she's even tried it out a few times before. listening to pom-pom berate her, asking the front desk for potions on a whim... it's fun. a little minigame to play in these dreams outside the dream.

right now, though, she has better things to do than correct him on minutiae. ]

Maybe. I just think everyone looks better with hooves. [ and then, with that little deadpan out of the way- ] I knew you'd find your way back. From one dream to another, right?

[starcinoma]

It's been worse before.

[ that much is inarguable, at least. topaz has seen some of it firsthand. still, stelle absolutely allows the smaller woman to support her, finally straightening up once she's gotten her balance back. ]

...I think I can get them next time. [ aeons help her, she sounds totally serious. ] Tomorrow. I'll definitely win tomorrow.

[starcinoma]

That sounds like a lot of effort.

[ the good news: stelle stops trying to grab when kiana grabs her wrist. what a good girl! the bad news: she's just leaning in and licking at kiana's neck now. ]

Where's your room? Mine is probably too far...

[silversunshine]

[He releases a relieved breath when she covers up. It's not that he wants to ogle her but she's hot, everybody is running around scantily clad and he's a walking bag of hormones so frankly it was just bound to happen! Hell the only reason he's not a stuttering mess when talking to her is because he needs information and his options for that are limited.

Speaking of ogling... Prompto turns back to stare at the big boobed birdies, his head tilting to the side like maybe he can block out the whole bird bit just before her words about giant spiders has a chance to really sink in. When it does his entire skinny frame whips back in her direction so fast he stumbles, catching himself before his eyes dart around with more than a bit of paranoia. He is NOT a fan of bugs.]

Spiders? Who? What? Where? HERE? Please say they aren't around here! [Terrified eyes are pleading in her direction and his voice breaks off. He's only exaggerating his fear a small amount this time but he bites his lip for maximum sad wobble affect.]

[starcinoma]

Before. [ a solemn nod. ] There was... You know. A lot of stuff happened.

[ that is. about the most polite way she has to describe the utter rampage of sex, violence, and body transformation she went through in the period of a few weeks. ]

You don't have to worry. None of it really changed that much. I just woke up the next day, and that was it.

the party never stops

[macaronage]

[ I wrote her remembering her last stint in the tdm--let me know if you need me to change any of this. ]

Hmm? Oh.

[ It's... that guy. She's met him before, hasn't she? Didn't they cross paths the last time she was here, however briefly? Navia is almost certain of it. Some people just leave an impression on you, and the impression she feels is that she cannot stand him. It's a little jarring, honestly.

Wait. This was the man in the elevator, right? The memory of her stint here is a little hazy, but ugh, he'd been insufferable, so high and mighty, like she was beneath him somehow.

And yet, here he comes, trotting up to her now with all the eagerness of a puppy hoping to be scratched behind the ears. The urge to rebuff him immediately is strong, but there's something so sincere in his expression that she doesn't have the heart to turn him away.

Huffing a little chuckle, Navia looks back up in time to see a splash of glittering lights erupting in the sky, taking the shape of a firm pair of buttocks before fizzling out again. Classy. ]

They sure are something. A bit more colorful than the ones we have back home.

[briarthorns]

[ s...sm...._"smuthole"...

Yor attempts to pretend she didn't just hear him say that. Unfortunately, she is a terrible liar. Her face immediately starts to grow red as she glances at the unknown man, momentarily looking horribly embarrassed about being Perceived, before she looks away again and clears her throat. ]

Ah, um... y-yes. I... guess? I woke up in one of those little beach huts...

[ Who is he. Is he going to try to hit on her?! She's a married woman! ...okay, yes, fake-married... But fake-married is still married.

(No. This is no time for freaking out. She's gotta be strong. Yor, be strong!!) ]

Uh, by "the ususal," do you mean... um...

[ It's obvious that's what he means, from everything else she's heard. But she doesn't know how else to broach a topic like that with a complete stranger. ]

3.

[keyeju]

[ By the time Yor wobbles her way back to the bar, she'll find a man about her age turned around facing outwards with his elbows resting on top of it, all while ignoring the bartenders who have apparently opted to ignore him as well. There's not a single glass around him, so apparently he's just taking up space here while he people watches.

He did have an early encounter with that particular pink drink, though it went hand in hand with one of those rabbit skewers, so one sensation really just played into the other at that time. More importantly, he's had enough time to observe what other people are acting like when the drink those pink drinks, as well as all the others here.

There's a reason he's gone drinkless. ]

Nothing, unless you really want to make a mess out of yourself.

[ He pauses and gives her some consideration after the small rant about her adopted daughter with that mopey look on her face, and decides to make a small correction. ]

More of a mess out of yourself.

[ He'll at least sit up and take the second question more seriously. ]

No idea. The whole thing is pretty opaque and suspicious, but I haven't met anyone that's fessed up to having been a winner yet.

[endyourstory]

T-too far? You seriously can't wait a few minutes -

[ she's cut off by the shiver that runs through her body and the moan that escapes her mouth when stelle licks her neck, before bapping the woman lightly on the forehead. ]

Bad dog! Seriously, you can be at least a little patient! I know I don't really have that much room to talk after what I did with that hot lion lady back on that dream beach, but that sex hotel had way crazier stuff going on than this one!

Also she was really hot.

[unionized]

[OOC: That's fine! He won't remember the last TDM because I'm pulling him fresh, but Navia is welcome to if she's keeping continuity from events prior!]

[There's an immediate relief to being acknowledged, which he knows is strange and uncomfortable and unlike him, but where most of the time his loneliness is something he's able to rationalize or suppress, this time it's incessant and only the promise of human contact seems to do. He's not about to squander it now that he's got it, however fleetingly, and he sips his drink again to keep his throat wet in the hopes of an extended conversation.]

Well. Maybe "festive" is stretching it.

[And "colorful" is a nice way of putting it, but still. It's not as though it couldn't be a lot worse.]

I'd still take it over being chased around the beach by bird-headed lifeguards, though.

[minitrue]

We're both sick. ( There's no other explanation for the people they are. ) And someone has to. The way I see it, I've got two options: pity you, or kick your ass a second time for the trouble you put the Nameless through.

( The Nameless, obviously, held their own. They didn't need Gallagher's help in keeping things together, but the old dog wanted one last scuffle before he got put down.

Moreover, his grievance with Sunday is more on behalf of the Watchmaker than anyone. They're all dead now: Gallagher, Sunday, the Watchmaker, the man who gave him his face. Holding onto old grudges of their forefathers here of all places seems like something of a lost cause, a misplaced effort.

Maybe they can let their grudges die with their pasts and leave it all for a new generation to figure out. That's what Gallagher plans to do, at least. He's got no mission, no purpose, no drive to keep him moving forward. He's got no reason to exist other than as fuel to keep the flames of Hell alive.

He smiles against Sunday's skin. )

I see them. ( He does. He's always been able to see the things he wants to. ) Want me to let go?

[softstoneheart]

It's one of their tactics to motivate people to play. Like, "if you don't like living in creepy, cursed sub-standard conditions, buy your way out."nBut whatever, worry about that later!

[ If she dwells on it, she'll just get frustrated. ]

They've got these giant rabbits that're SOOOOO SOFT and cuddly. And they're tame, so it's suuuuper easy to just scoop one up and shove your face into their fur. It's perfect for a recharge!

[ this is how she stays sane. Or maybe she seems insane as an animal lover. ]

d Hello Again! Arrival

[hello_again]

[Arriving at this beach, and what she was told boggled her mind. What should she even do? Well, the powers that be certainly insisted on her changing clothes, so she does that. Getting into the red two-piece they provided, and heading onto the beach.

While searching the beach, not even sure what she was searching for. Answers maybe? She does see a familiar face. However, she was obviously older than the last time Pyrrha saw her.]

Weiss?! Weiss, is that you?

[She ran right up to Weiss, her eyes a mix of surprise and relief.]

iii.

[wray]

[ Who would have thought that not even his room will be safe from shenanigans? Unfortunately for Six, who decided to take a bath in his Way Too Big of a bathtub (given his rank as a Queen), there is now another person right there with him. And she's asking him questions about where she is, but more importantly (much to his dismay)—

She can see his face without a mask. The first thing he does is try his best to hide his face. ]

How did you get here?

[ He'll answer her question later!! ]

he's just a little guy it's his bday... i'm excited for canonpoint shenanigans tho 😌

[waged]

( does everyone look better with hooves? for a moment, he tries to imagine the people he knows with them. topaz might just like the change. ratio and jade... he could almost laugh.

what she says next is what surprises him, though. there's a particular sense of familiarity to it that hadn't been present after their... two interactions, only. it answers many questions, though it creates even more of those. topaz had been the only one directly involved with penacony that he had with him in these past four months, and now - the main character (not literally but also?).

so aventurine does what he always does best: play along, and forge lies. surely something he'll get from this. )

I would say dream-hopping is within my repertoire of skills. Makes it less surprising I was the one assigned Penacony. ( and the gamble this time comes with this: ) The sentiments are appreciated, though. I am quite hard to kill, after all.

( unfortunately 😔 )

[befehl]

( When he's so what? Share with the class, since this is bullying hours and all.

At least Sunday is no stranger to cages, especially the ones that are double gated and impenetrable. Layered with locks, traps and twists so that even he fails to recognize them for what they are. Not only is this domain completely outside his comfort zone, but now he's the plaything in the proverbial sandpit. He coils the bedsheet tighter around his body, feeling a shiver when he's eye to eye with Aventurine. Too bad his ankles survive that fall. He breathes in patiently, but exhales hotly through his nostrils.

Was the jab necessary? )

What I mean to say is that someone or something must have stolen my clothes. And my wallet. Everything.

( OH yeah, his feathers are ruffled. )

And what would I owe you if I accept this deal? I doubt you're doing this out of the kindness of your heart.

( After what happened???? Yeaaaah, nah. )

presses (x) a million times

[wray]

[ The mention of Fictionologists gets an earflick. Another new term, one that he knows nothing about, but he doesn't press the matter. Not when the other man finally sees through the lie, leaving him with someone who's nowhere close to the old man he spoke so fondly of.

Six can only stare blankly at him through his mask. It's hard for him to say just how long he would have played along. ]

I tried to make you realize the truth. [ Poorly, perhaps, but the attempt was there. ] You should be careful with the drinks they serve here. The drink you had might be the most cruel one yet.

[ He considers it so, at least, considering it made you see someone you (desperately) wanted to see. Or so he assumes that's the case. ]

b-ii

[peacewithouttyranny]

[The bar's getting too loud for his ears. After getting himself a glass of Holding On To Summer, he'd just retreat under the water to rest. That's the plan, until he's suddenly approached by someone he's never seen before.

On account of being over millions of years old, he could be considered an old man, sure. He highly doubts this person knows how old he is. And given his current form- a young adult human -he's far from looking old. So, there really is only one assumption he could work with--]

I am going to assumed you are inebriated.

[Otherwise, anyone could tell- even with that mask covering the entire face - the human avatar isn't old. Or a man.]

b.

[blumenthal]

[ A handful of small bonfires dot the beach; perhaps that is what draws Rufus' attention to the man sitting in the sand near one, legs stretched out in front of him and posture relaxed, face turned up toward the falsified sky. Mid-thirties, slim and lanky, bearded, with long red hair hanging loose past his shoulders cast a striking burnished copper by the flickering firelight. There's a half-finished cocktail held loosely in one hand, and though he seems content enough watching the fireworks alone, he also isn't perturbed by Rufus joining him. He'd be the last to judge an awkward opener. One side of his mouth quirks up, but his smile is mostly in his eyes, deepening the creases at the corners. ]

And topical, [ he agrees. Caleb's voice is low and gently accented--Zemnian to him, but quite a few people here have called it German. ] No one has ever accused this place of subtlety, but at least dick-shaped fireworks are entertaining.

[ Timely, the sky above them erupts with green light in a distinctly phallic outline. ]

You are welcome to have a seat. Especially if you wouldn't mind a conversation.

[pyrolyzed]

[ That ... gives him pause.

Not enough to snap him out of the odd delusion the drink's cast over him -- especially since the drink was tasty enough he'd had two -- but enough that Fuuta just stares at Aak for a moment, brow furrowed and lips parted in obvious confusion. When he does speak, he sounds a little cautious, a little concerned, and also a little annoyed. ]

Since when did you start talking like that? [ A little click of the tongue as he glances aside. ] Did Muu get into your head about it? Never did like the way she treats you ... you shouldn't've been hanging around her so much, you know.

[ Still, for all his griping, Fuuta does seem somewhat relieved to see whoever it is he's mistaken Aak for. His grip remains firm around Aak's wrist, like he's concerned about letting go. Further bolstered by what he says next, as he tugs Aak to stand a bit closer to him. ]

You didn't go wandering anywhere weird, did you. This place is ... probably better than back there, but there's still plenty of weird shit around here. You shouldn't go messin' with stuff casually, alright.

[softstoneheart]

[ Aeons help her, she is serious. ]

No, it's okay. You've done enough. Why don't we get off the beach for a bit?

There's plenty of other things to see here.

[nonvoting]

[ rufus' eyes drag up tseng's body, and he feels like a creature composed entirely of the sparks between two bare wires. the touch of that gaze feels almost like a physical touch, a hand between his thighs, enough to make the muscles of tseng's stomach tense with the effort it takes to not let himself get hard. and he knows rufus can see it, because rufus knows tseng better than anyone else alive, knows exactly how and where tseng carries his tension—he must be lit up with it, right now.

still, tseng doesn't look away. he holds rufus' gaze, steady, and tilts his head slightly to the side in consideration of the question. what would he do with the desk, if he could? nothing. that seat is not for him, not for anyone save rufus shinra himself—tseng could no more sit behind it than he could pluck meteor from the heavens with his bare fingers. surely rufus knows that, though, and so there must be another question within the question, the heart of what he's really asking.

synechdoche, tseng thinks. not what he would do with the desk, but what he would do with rufus, the boy-king whose empire the desk represents. ]

As much as you'll allow.

[ the heat in him is terrible. it swells up like storm surge, makes his throat tight with the desire to swallow rufus whole. he wants to put his hands in rufus' hair, wants to shove his face into the desk and find out what rufus sounds like when he comes. he wants to peel back the layers of rufus' skin and find out what makes his heart beat, his muscles twitch, what makes him tick. he wants, and the want burns a hole straight through him. ]