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

stelle/the trailblazer [crau] ♢ honkai star rail

[starcinoma]

this weirdo's top-level here!

b, ii.

[wray]

[ After the whole kerfuffle with the cocktail roulette, Six has become a lot more wary about any drinks freely offered in this place. He's refused just about every attempt the merman behind the counter has done when it comes to giving him a drink, but this one is persistent— that is, until a particular Hound comes bumbling down his way.

He's saved, or so he thinks. His ears perk up at his words. ]

Old man? [ He's definitely not an old man. Far from it. ] Do you mean this person?

[ He points at the merman serving drinks. ]

[befehl]

( Even Sunday can afford some repose. Besides, lecturing Gallagher is arguably like talking into a void sometimes and facts will be spun into something else. At least he's a familiar face in a sea of uncertainty and he can cling to this feeling, weaved together like the stars above them.

Sunday sneers, though, easing back his gaze towards the flicker of stars. Gallagher must have had a terribly long day if he's putting so much attention on them. What would a man with no faith care what the stars above spell out? )

Perhaps.

( He doesn't care to make himself promises based on a man full of lies. )

You sound confident we will be able to go back home at all. Hah. I doubt I will receive a warm welcome back if you manage to get us both out of here.

But I can't deny this being pleasant. That formation over there, however, is that the one you're looking at? Does it tug your heartstrings, or "something like that" as you put it?

sunday / honkai star rail

[befehl]

TDM link

[minitrue]

( There are lots of reasons why Mikhail can't be here. Like, so many reasons. A whole laundry list of logical mishaps would have to occur for Gallagher to be looking at the person he thinks he's looking at.

And yet. )

I don't have time for your games.

( Maybe he wants to believe he's bickering with a familiar face from his past. If he looks hard enough, he can see through the veil, but he's choosing not to look all that closely. )

How did you get here? How's that even possible?

03.

[softstoneheart]

[ The intensity of Sunday's gaze is nothing for an IPC Senior Manager who's used to high pressure environments. Without her usual uniform, she looks like any other guest.

Unbothered by him and his question, her pale blue eyes turn back to the skies. ]

Is that really what we're looking at? We're in a contained resort. It's a simulation.

If you don't believe me, this was a lush garden shortly before your arrival. Whole sections of the resort were experiencing instability before that.

Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV | New!

[silversunshine]

I: THOSE WHO POUND SAND

[There’s sun! SUN! Last Prompto checked the nights were getting longer now there’s a beach, he’s somehow managed to trade his scandalously sheer robe for a pair of short orange swim trunks and he’s really trying to stop his panicked thoughts from going 60 mph. Seriously if that creepy clown of a chancellor hadn’t already shown he can’t perform illusions past voices and bodies Prompto would be sure this hallucination is totally his fault.

As it is Prompto stumbles forth from the room he arrived in and raises his hand to shield his pasty freckled face from the bright summerlike rays. Those can be deadly for poor pale Promptos! It takes a minute for his eyes to adjust so he can take in his newest environment and MAN he wish he hadn’t.]

Ohmygod I’ve finally lost my mind! [His voice cracks and yep, there’s the panic erupting like a volcano because there’s a friggin seagull head on those hunky beefcake lifeguards.] Will somebody PLEASE tell me if I’m hallucinating?! When I said I wanted seaside supermodels this is NOT what I meant!!!

II: THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA (NSFW option)

[Now that his panic attacks have fallen to the wayside Prompto is feeling a little more courageous. Or at least less likely to run into the nearest closet to hyperventilate. He slaps at his cheeks to pep himself up, putting on a smile, before he trots off to check the cool seashells he saw on the beach.

…Except those seashells are looking… hmmm. Red rushes to his cheeks and he bends down to pick up a sort of normal looking conch. At least it doesn’t look straight out of a bachelorette party. He smiles and lifts the conch up only to drop it like it’s on fire when a moan escapes. With a tomato-red face he looks around guiltily even though it’s totally not HIS fault some seashell was moaning in his ear!]

You know what? Nope, not doing this. No more porn-shells!

[He quickly backs up and looks around for something else to do.]

Way-hey, are those skewers? Oh I am STARVING. Just... Please don’t be penises, pleasedont’bepenises.

[With that mantra he grabs a couple Flamin’ Hop Skewers to chow down on. They look normal enough. He sniffs carefully. Okay, smells normal too. Prompto takes a bite and lets out a happy moan at the flavor. It may not be Iggy’s cooking but for once he’s content to relax with his new food. He spies another person nearby and smiles in greeting.]

Heya! You have got to try these!

III: SWIM UP TO THE BAR

[After the whole seagull baywatch thing Prompto realizes he should have expected that the mermaids would be…. Off. Instead he finds himself staring at a fish-person with enormous breasts, his hand on his chin as if he’s lost in thought. He’s really not. The day so far has completely fried his brain and he’s starting to roll with the weirdness. That’s probably not a good thing.]

Somehow…That makes perfect sense.

[He shakes his head, a small smile on his face, and continues to meander on to check out the spectacular evening scenery. He would kill to have his camera here and feels it like a missing limb. To make up for its loss he raises his fingers to form a snapshot frame, his body twisting this way and that like he’s aiming for the perfect shot. There’s just so much to see!

Prompto’s so focused on trying to capture a pic of the bar with its delicious looking drink with his ‘camera’ that he almost mows somebody down and stumbles himself.]

Shi-Sorry sorry! [He does a half bow before looking up with an embarrassed smile.] Are you alright?

IV: WILDCARD & OOC NOTES
Kink list here but essentially no scat, vore and gore. Prompto is open to all 18+!

Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV

[silversunshine]

TDM here!

Narumi Gen | Kaiju No. 8 | 9♣ | Current Character

[keyeju]

I. RABBIT SKEWERS note: NSFW (OTA 18+ only)

[ You can't just go advertising your spicy food and not expect some of the hyper-competitive fools here to feel the need to scarf it down in a display of... the ability to eat spicy food? There's really nothing that Narumi is proving here by eating the skewers in the first place, but Steve, in a desperate bid to convince people to get him water, really played up the spicy burn he was feeling in his throat from the smoke. How in the world was Narumi expected to resist that?

Is he particularly good with spicy food? ... The fact that his eyes are watering and he's slapping his hand over his chest to try and choke back a cough suggests that it's not necessarily a strong suit of his. Neither is the fact that he's grabbing the first drink that's near him and chugging it down.

Sorry, was that your character's drink? It certainly wasn't his, he didn't bother to pick himself up one, so he definitely stole someone's drink just now. Either way, he's looking a real fool with his mouth open, tongue slightly hanging out while trying to still talk a big game. ]

That wasn't even that spicy.

[ Even his voice sounds slightly strained. Absolutely idiocy. At least he's acting normal for the time being, the consequences of his actions having not caught up to him.

Yet. ]

II. BEACH NAP note: NSFW (OTA 18+ only)

[ Narumi hadn't really considered the consequences of kicking back and enjoying a break from the artificial sun in some nice shade for a moment here. The plan had been to relax for a little bit, and get up before finding something else to do. That the lounge chairs are bizarrely comfortable isn't something he took into account. That he's drifting off in minutes also isn't something he calculated happening.

So now here he is, aware that something is very obviously altered about his settings as he casts a glance around a beach full of people with no proper faces. ]

Well that's a new one for this place...

III. SCAVANGER HUNT

[ His watch has dinged it's cheerful little ding, and the very family friendly version of the scavenger hunt has appeared. This isn't the first time he's been roped into a game by the resort, and honestly one that doesn't involve the usual horny shenanigans is kind of welcome.

So it's time to start with the most interesting challenge first. Narumi's eyeing some of the lifeguards who are huddled in a group. They've got a pretty good full circle view of things right now, which is going to make this trickier. That's why he'll lean over to whoever happens to be nearby, banking on the fact that their dinging watch meant the same thing. ]

Tell you what, act as decoy for me, and I'll nab you a handful of feathers too.

[wray]

[ His gaze follows where she points to, picturing the dragoness she talks about as she draws the constellation's outline. This one feels like a stretch, but maybe that's just because he isn't imaginative enough for it— until he looks at it again. Oh. ]

Because it's sleeping peacefully? Or does it carry meaning that is important to you?

[ He's mostly curious, but she can always choose not to answer if it's too personal. ]

[minitrue]

What's the alternative? Saving myself and leaving you behind to rot?

( No, surely not. If Gallagher has any plans of escape up his sleeve, then Sunday will feature prominently in them. Sunday, who's fallen. Gallagher, who's died. Neither of them have a place in the world they've left, and yet Gallagher feels so much connection to it... He had time believing that this place, this beach, is their new home, because there is no new home.

He belongs in Penacony. )

If you're asking if I have feelings, you know I do. I see beauty like any other man.

( He looks up and draws a shape in the sky with his finger. )

When you connect those dots, you can see anything within the stars. These constellations aren't going to be like ours. They'll all be... shifted.

( It's hard to see the stars when you're anywhere but the Flux, but Sunday's seen the real stars in the real world, so he knows all about this. )

[wray]

[ The merman has decidedly left them alone, and Six would curse him for doing so if the other man didn't look so troubled by what he sees. His ears dip down, falling silent as he considers how best to approach this.

Maybe if he tries one more time to protest, then this person might see through the illusion. If it doesn't work— he'll figure out another way. ]

I'm not playing any games. [ A beat, and then he's careful to ask this next: ] Are you looking for someone important?

A

[softstoneheart]

[ Aventurine had mentioned that the Nameless were here, and he name dropped Dan Heng. And now Stelle is here.

In true Stelle style, she's as audacious as ever. Although a flex off with seagull-headed lifeguards is better than finding her waist deep in a trash can, so she'll thank the Aeons for that.

Considering her options, the reasonable thing would be to stop Stelle, but who can put the breaks on such an unstoppable force? Furthermore, when the seagull lifeguards have been such a nuisance, why should they be allowed to win? Choosing chaos is the answer. ]

SHOW 'EM WHO'S BOSS, STELLE!

[befehl]

( The guy's presence has some weight to it, like a screen of tension suddenly whips up from all corners. Sunday appears stern all of a sudden, wings puffed and chest high as he gives him his attention. Difficult to truly trust someone who wears a mask, no?

All that seems to change whenever he hears his voice, though. Sunday gives the crowds a second glance before he scoffs, turning back to him. )

Greetings, there. Hah. Where I'm from, people often conceal their identities .... Similar to you, actually. Perhaps you can help me understand what's going on by revealing to me what you truly are. If I am to trust you, that is, then you should abide by this simple request, no?

( He just wants to make sure he's in safe hands, okayyy. )

A

[dreamunchained]

[Her SAM suit denied from her for the time being, Firefly was significantly on edge despite the sunny and fun atmosphere this place was trying to forcefully promote. Her fingers clenched and unclenched at her sides as she walked along the beach with a serious expression and narrow gaze, eyes rapidly scanning around her for any sign of someone she knew-- Kafka, Blade, Silver Wolf.... Stelle. Anyone would do, really, though she had an order of preference given the circumstances at hand as far as she understood them, albeit still being in the denial stage about it all.

It doesn't take long to come across the commotion, though. It was hard to miss visually or audibly, with how much of a cheering crowd had come to form around whatever it was that was happening within. Worth investigating, she supposed, given the lack of anything else noticeable around at the current moment. Luckily she was far from short (that was Silver Wolf's job) and was able to poke her head through the crowd with ease, expression of vague curiosity morphing into one of vague exasperation mixed with intense relief when she realized just what exactly was going on. Of course Stelle was here, and of course she was immediately going along with whatever shenanigans were thrown her way, always as endearing as she was completely and utterly silly.

Should she... say something? She didn't want to interrupt, maybe Stelle had a plan behind all this? Winning information of some sort, perhaps? She was just going to navigate the crowd to angle herself where Stelle could see her, tilting her large floppy hat back to make her face more visible as she stood towards the front of the crowd, arms crossed. There.... surely she'd see her now, and she'd be able to silently call her attention? Firefly tilts her head back and to the side as she looks at Stelle, almost a sort of "let's get a move on" gesture, but offers a soft smile alongside it.]

1/2

[starcinoma]

[ flex. nod. raise her chin a bit higher. she has made it this far on impression alone. she handles herself with idrila's grace, with qlipoth's sturdiness, with oroboros's... something. she has blazed a trail onto this beach, and the gullmen surrounding her can follow or be left in the dust.

and then she hears a familiar voice. ]

Topaz...?

2/2

[starcinoma]

[ one single moment is all it takes.

one second, stelle is impassive, impartial, impressive - like a rock with a scar on its weirdly human chest, or a statue except-actually-it's-a-person. the next, that facade cracks as she turns away, and the gullmen swarm. she is covered in an instant, blocked beneath a solid layer of coo-ing and shoving idiots in speedos.

whoops. at least you know she's not gonna get too bruised up down there? ]

[starcinoma]

[ you never know what sort of twists the path of trailblaze will throw your way. one moment, stelle is having a perfectly reasonable time in a muscle-off she is sorely underprepared for, and the next you see someone that leaves you at a loss for words.

still, she recovers quickly enough, giving one last flex - an extra vigorous one, just to make her point - before walking off to firefly. the gullmen scream behind her, as if she's just delivered some terrible blow to the man she was facing off against; he falls to his knees, balling his curiously muscled hands into fists and punching the dirt with a plaintive coo.

and stelle, coolgirl that she is, doesn't bother looking back. she just jogs over to firefly, murmuring quietly- ]

You're here.

swim up to the bar

[experiment01]

[A startled chirp escapes her mouth when she is almost mowed over, red eyes wide with surprise. She wipes water away from her face, peering up at the stranger with an easygoing smile. Sae taps on the watch on her wrist, already tapping away on the tiny holographic keyboard that appears for her.] ..I'm okay! [He might be in for a surprise because the voice that speaks to him doesn't come from her but from the watch itself. There is a robotic tint to it in the way most text-to-speech functions work. The tiny black wings on her back spread out lazily, the surface gleaming with water droplets which she shakes off with a rustle of the appendages.]

I think even if I did fall over I'd just.. fall into the water. haha at least it won't hurt, yea? [She peers up at Prompto curiously, head tilted to the side.] Are you here to get a drink? I was looking at the list on the menu before I almost got bowled over. [Sae is teasing though and it's obvious in the playful glint in her eyes.]

[dreamunchained]

[Damn.... cool girls don't look at explosions. She can't help but cover her mouth with her hand to try to conceal the larger smile and slight giggle that escapes at the whole display, the first time she's actually felt at all relaxed or otherwise normal since she got here. When Stelle approaches and speaks, she looks up at her and gives a nod of affirmation.]

I'm here, and so are you.

[Firefly offers another smile, expression gentle. Something feels a little different about the Nameless in front of her, but she can't quite put a finger on it... though ultimately, it didn't really matter.]

Though I'm still a bit confused as to what "here" is, entirely.

A

[softstoneheart]

[ Beaches aren't common where she comes from, and the places she goes on business tend to be more barren. Even if she's fairly certain none of this is real, she can't help staring in wonder at the waves, kicking them up as they roll in.

It's almost as if she expected the question. Considering the bikini she's overflowing out of, it's likely she asked it herself. ]

Depends on what you mean by that. The dress code on the beach is enforced.

They're so damn nitpicky. What was so different about a sports bra and shorts?

[ While she's undeniably grousing, the beach is also too nice to leave. ]

[wray]

[ It's a fair request, but it's one that Six has trouble granting, if only because he's never liked revealing what hides beneath the mask. At least, that's what he assumes Sunday wants to see.

His head tilts to one side, ears dipping low. ]

Will you also reveal what you truly are? You don't look like the angels I'm familiar with.

[ Hey, it's only fair if he has to show his cards, Sunday does it too!! ]

iii.

[wray]

[ One of these days, he'll see what happens if he throws away the watch. As far as it can go, he doesn't care where it lands. But knowing how cursed this place is, he'll just end up with a new one with many more mini-games being thrust upon him...

Hung finds him looking down disdainfully at the small screen, and when he catches the erune's attention, Six stares at the watch quietly. ]

... It depends on what you're looking for.

[befehl]

( So from birdcage to birdcage, will he ever have a chance to be free? Sunday studies her for any signs of deception and he can't find any truly. He did investigate the IPC thoroughly after seeing that Watchmaker invitation list, though.

This IPC Ambassador states something crucial that intrigues Sunday to his core. A clue he could use to potentially find the cracks of this place and return home. )

What do you mean by instability? Then, Miss Topaz, is this one of the IPC's projects?

[befehl]

A loyal Hound wouldn't think twice about leaving my corpse here, carried by these sands.

( That is, a Hound still serving the Watchmaker. Yet Sunday appears soft-spoken towards the sentiment, no, the possibility that with Gallagher's existence in this realm, he is by some extension free from the cuffs of the Watchmaker. A stray old dog with no home to turn back to and no estate to guard.

And Sunday, well, he still can't fly. )

You're part of the reason I'm here to begin with, in case you've forgotten.

( He gets closer to him so he can glance up towards the same direction, following his finger move from glimmer to glimmer. )

Quite imaginative of you, though. You do see beauty in utter chaos, tch.

( Did the Dreamflux Reef survive that battle? Or will it finally phase out into a sea of memoria, swallowing everything within it? Sunday sighs. Gallagher has already seen the worst of him. )

Well, this doesn't feel like another Dreamscape, no. Moreover, I noticed this mark on my chest whenever I woke up earlier today. I couldn't wash it off.

( With his gaze back on the heavens, on the picture Gallagher seemingly painted, he tries to search for answers, and the best he can come up with is: )

Frankly, your existence here is quite telling. We're probably dead.