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

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[briarthorns]

[ If she weren't so lonely, she'd probably peer at this unknown man with intense suspicion. She's seen some of the scandalous things people have been doing in this place and she'd spent most of the day in denial about what she's expected to do here.

But right now... it's nice just to hear someone respond to her stream of consciousness rambling. To look up and see someone looking back at her, having actually listened. ]

So — we don't even know if the story we've been told is true?

[ Her mouth presses into a thin line. Her eyes begin to wobble, welling up with tears that glitter in the wavering light of the fireworks. It would be heartbreaking if it weren't for the fact that she is clearly extremely drunk, causing her cartoonishly pathetic reaction to be....... well, pretty funny. ]

I'm g-going to have to have sex with a bunch of strangers and I might not even get out of here...???

qiao ling | link click | ota!! ❤️

[timebun]

➊ FREE REAL ESTATE
gen; cw: scantily clad/nudity, slapstick violence

[ Waking up in a strange room immediately puts Qiao Ling on guard. Enough has happened to her already that instead of fear, she's immediately making plans to escape her kidnappers — enough people have taken advantage of her to hurt her friends. It isn't happening again. Which is why, as appalled she is at the very sheer robe she's wearing, she quickly strips the sheets off the bed to make a toga-ish cloak over herself.

If waking with another woman she will immediately take charge and shake her companion's shoulder. She would never leave someone else in the hands of some perverted kidnappers. Who puts their kidnapees in sheer robes with nothing underneath other than a creep?! ]

Hey, hey...! Please don't freak out, I'll take care of you, but we have to get out of here.

[ But if it's a man in the room with her, she's quickly reaching for one of the chairs inside the room to use as a blunt object, knuckles white as she glares daggers at him. ]

Did you kidnap me?! You picked the wrong girl! What did you do with Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi!

[ As she chucks at pineapple at him. Absolutely not, and where are her friends?!?!!? They've been through enough already, and she swears to god if something happened to her precious innocent babygirl Cheng Xiaoshi she's going to burn this place to the ground. ]

➋ BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA
smut; cw: aphro, mating urge

[ Kidnapped, but not really kidnapped. Not in the way she had thought upon waking up, anyway. Qiao Ling still isn't happy (understatement) but she is able to leave the villa and begin exploring the resort. What immediately greets her is a beach. If this weren't under extremely suspicious circumstances, it would be a really nice holiday to the sea.

She's hungry. It's been hours since she's eaten anything and she's quickly drawn to the smell of the grill. In hindsight she'll regret accepting the first skewer passed to her, but after watching some of the other people around happily munching down without any ill effects, she finally ventures a bite. It's delicious, and she ends up finishing the skewer pretty quickly, spirits raised with some food to energize her.

Things start going downhill when she spots someone and flushes, heat running from her cheeks down to her—oh. Confusion etches itself into her brow as a blush creeps across her cheeks. She's never been so madly attracted to anyone before. Is this love at first sight? Only, her heart doesn't seem to have much to do with it. Oh boy. ]

I... [ she clears her throat while fixing her hair, suddenly very concerned with how cute she might be looking right now. she's glad she grabbed a bathing suit from one of the life guards before heading out here. ] Sorry, have we met before?

[ The lamest way to flirt? Maybe. But she's out of her element! ]

➌ PARTY NEVER STOPS
gen, smut potential; cw: alcohol, delusion

[ It feels wrong to enjoy herself after getting kidnapped to some strange resort, but... well. It is nice. No one's trying to kill her or possess her, everyone's been really nice, the pool is refreshing and the drinks are good. The drinks also help take the edge off her nerves. She isn't a big drinker unless she's out with friends, but right now she knocks back two glasses: Holding on to Summer and Mango Star. She pushes away from the water bar feeling the tinge of tipsiness that heightens one's spirits, not even questioning why she's able to swim deep without coming up for air for a while.

Eventually she spies the back of someone who looks terribly familiar. Surging forward, she wraps her arms around him, plastering her wet chest to his back while giving his head an aggressive and sisterly scrub. ]

Cheng Xiaoshi! You had me worried, I've been looking for you.

[ Of all people to end up in a sex resort, she's the most concerned about him, of course. He'd end up drawn into some kind of orgy without realizing. Or maybe he'd be upset and cry, end up somewhere huddled and worried about them. Unfortunately, whoever you are, you're not precious babygirl Cheng Xiaoshi. Oops. ]

➍ GAME OF BEACHES: SFW VERSION.
gen; cw: silliness

[ Scavenger hunts are fun, actually. She's amused when she receives the message on her watch that she's been entered to play one. Less amused when she reads that the penalty game for not completing it is a public spanking via one of those alarming seagull lifeguards. Oh, hell no. But she's relieved when she checks over the list. These won't be too hard to collect!

She creeps across the beach, where guests are laid out on towels and in chairs bathing in the artificial sunlight. When she spies someone that looks like they're asleep, she approaches as quietly as she can, biting her lower lip.

Qiao Ling will either crouch down at their feet and try to slowly slide off their sandals without waking them. If she spies someone wearing a pair of sunglasses she'll reach from behind, gently trying to slide those sunglasses off of their face without disturbing them. Of course, this is all for naught if they're not really asleep.... or wake up to a girl wearing a bikini trying to rob them! ]

﹝ hello! current player, new character. QL is 22, open to both m/f and f/f 16+. general nos are scat/vomit/necro. gen and smut both welcome! i love all the prompts so i'm totally open to wildcards too. hit me with your best shot! 💕 ﹞

qiao ling | link click

[timebun]

over here!

[briarthorns]

[ With a tiny, squeaky little cry, and tears streaming down her face, she abruptly turns to the bartender and slaps her hand down on the bar top. Hard. Hard enough for all the bottles and glasses to shudder from the impact. ]

You know what!! I don't care anymore! Just give me something else to drink! Anything! It doesn't matter what!!!!

like, hard to starboard matey

[belialedge]

[ If Ragna were twisted by the arm to pick between which locale he liked better, it wouldn't take much to get an answer out of him. He'll take the calmer waters of Nami's "beach" any day of the week. But he won't lie and say that it wasn't impressive that they managed to jam pack such a huge looking shoreline up atop the whole resort. The Cloud Dwelling Gardens really was an illusory front to whatever phenomena the House deemed fit to slap up here, wasn't it? It's impressive.

Impressive and...unsettling, if you spent too much time thinking of everything else that preludes the shift. But last month's chaos was behind them. Ahead of them now are glistening waters and crystalline, pure sands that feel warm to the touch beneath your feet as your toes sink through the grains.

New swimwear for Ragna wasn't needed, declining any new outfits that could replace his usual wears of red and black for a more appropriate ensemble. The addition of the open red hoodie helps in making him feel comfortable— no need to strip down and get questions for a shoulder-long black sleeve covering his right arm as if it was a fitness tensor.

"Come on, get in." ]

Huh? [ Passing by the boat rentals while idling out in his own thoughts, his attention is grabbed two-fold. First, the familiar voice of the pirate that lifts his mood just about instantly. ] Oh. Hey, Nami—

[ Second, if he thought she filled out her swimsuit the first time they bumped together at Talon? That little black two-piece, the cups of them covering just enough that he imagines it's gotta be comfortable and just supportive...while the bottoms of those big breasts swell invitingly to the eyes. Blink. Blink blink. Blinkblinkblink- COUGH AHEM! Back to her eyes. He's got a fair complexion, himself, but. It's the sun. That's why his face is red, okay? Don't question it. Shut up. ]

You're seriously thinking of sailing out on that "ocean"?

[ That's not a "no"! Judging by the way he's already making his way across the pier to close that distance between them. He's already in without even saying it. ]

[vorrible]

[Wellll, she hadn't intended to share her own so much as make conversation, but the warm, fluttery feeling settling into her chest after tasting that tangy fruit means she doesn't mind all that much. More than that, she finds it cute, and she indulgently holds the skewer out for the woman to taste and even turns it at an angle for a better bite.]

Good, isn't it?

[She prompts with simpering sweetness. Ianthe can't quite pinpoint what brought on this sudden surge of fondness, clueless that the food could be the cause rather than mere correlation, but she's leaning into it for now.]

[unionized]

[It's always about him, between them. His wants, his needs, his commands. He dictates and Tseng obeys no matter the cost, no matter what it takes to carry out his will, and what could be a more crystal-clear example of that than the way he looks right now? Every answer he gives is perfect, correct to a fault. He sets aside his own wants and substitutes Rufus's in their place, even when he's asked for them, even when it's offered in an outstretched palm and all he has to do is snatch at it.

It makes him think all of a sudden — as he folds one elegant leg over the other knee and leans back a little on the desktop, the very graven image of the king of all he sees — that what he wants is to spoil Tseng in a manner that Tseng would never allow himself. Spoil him like he would spoil Darkstar, put a chain collar on him and wrap it about his fingers.

Tseng knows what he belongs to, who he belongs to. Rufus wants to revel in it.]

No, no. You're not getting off that easily.

[If he means it as a double entendre, it's a smooth and playfully cruel one. He stretches out one arm, expansively, beckoning Tseng to eliminate the respectful distance between them and come close enough to touch.]

I want specifics.

[I want you, says every bit of him except his lips themselves.]

why does he make it so easy to bully him

[waged]

Oh, if you're looking for a culprit, then the House is to blame. ( and there's clear emphasis on the house, because the similarities with the family run so deep aventurine could genuinely laugh. ) Stolen, taken. Are you sure you didn't check-in as asked, Mr. Sunday? I hear this kind of environment requires a rather strict screening process. They do tend to take belongings they feel threatened by, you see.

( if the shoe fits.

he'll be nice, though. really! for aventurine, who hasn't experienced the charmony festival and everything that happened leading up to it, him and sunday are still, for the most part, on... amicable terms. the both of them can fake a smile and be polite when requested, but only a fool would believe an ipc ambassador and a representative of the family would actually work together.

maybe this is good, then, that they're both here now. birds in a cage. it's quite like being stuck in a get-along shirt. aventurine smiles that same knowing smile, because sunday is not stupid, nor naive. )

Don't put me against such a hard wall, Mr. Sunday. Though if you're so eager to offer something... Work with me. Don't you think this is the perfect opportunity to settle our differences and team up against a common enemy?

I'm adding "fuckarounding" to my vocabulary immediately ty

[macaronage]

[ The heat of Rufus' steady hands on her shoulders practically makes Navia squirm. This is so unlike her, but she can't even be bothered to care about how undignified a position she's in--her arousal is so intense that it's almost painful, but the urge to be... mounted is almost worse. ]

I'm not... no.

[ She shakes her head, trying to regain her composure. There's a look about Rufus that verges on predatory, and it makes her rabbit-induced symptoms go into overdrive, but the part that wants to be devoured is so much louder than the part that wants to flee. ]

I'm not in a hurry. I just need help.

[wray]

[ The cutest erune because he's the only only... ]

I don't like the idea of kissing in general. It has nothing to do with you being a Perro.

[ That is the plain and simple truth, but since they both need this for it to be marked off from the list... ]

Will a quick one do?

[keyeju]

[ It's a misconception that he might try to correct, if it weren't for the fact that by the end of things his reputation will take a much bigger hit than him seeming slightly clingy. ]

Doesn't hurt to change things up a bit and go faster sometimes.

[ It's encouragement! There's no hint of desperation in his tone. Absolutely not. ]

hello!! excited to be a menace

[vorrible]

[For her part, she's simply fascinated by whatever is going on with this man's anatomy. She's seen plenty of those gull-headed lifeguards by now, so he's not the first chimeric being she's encountered here, but this takes it to a new level. There's an elegance to his blended features that the bird men, appearing clumsily-grafted by comparison, are lacking. What is he?]

Let me see what you have. These are quite juicy, but I could go for a tipple to wash them down.

[She goes to peer into the cooler, daintily poking through the assortment with a rustle of ice and the soft clink of metal-on-metal. Spying a canned margarita that promises 10% alcohol by volume, she plucks it out and flicks open the tab with a golden distal phalanx.]

Ooh, fun. Here you are, then.

[She offers her remaining skewer, the end pinched between her fingers like a cigarette, for him to take.]

2

[peacewithouttyranny]

[Soundwave has found himself a proper swimsuit for his human avatar, but he tries to keep things modest by wearing that oversized coat of his and the mask (Convenient he can just materialize those two at will). Even if he may choose to finally relax properly on the beach, the mask is never going away.

Though he pondered the same question as Yor, he's holding an uneaten fruit and veggie skewer in his hand when he hears her reasonable question.]

... If you mean safe to consume, yes. If it's to "encourage" you to have intercourse with another person, then I am afraid it is not safe to eat.

[Given his experience the last time he was around the resort, it's probably safe to assume they'll be the same case, here.]

New here, as well?

[Well, he's technically new. He's been here before, but he's a wildcard like Yor.]

[tfy]

[If Eichi had flung himself at him, they might've both gone down, but his staggered footsteps give Hiyori plenty of warning. His arms raise instinctively and he grabs at Eichi's back, keeping them both on their feet, albeit with the other boy heavily leaning on him.

Goodness, Eichi really is about to collapse from heat exhaustion. What should he do? When they were kids, Eichi's family always had servants and doctors who'd rush over to help at times like these! First, he supposes he should find him some shade. Then fetch him some water. Then, er... maybe dump a bucket of cold water on his head? There's also the sponge bath option, but he really does not want to give Eichi one of those...

But before he can drag the poor sadsack underneath one of the umbrellas, or do any of that other stuff, Eichi speaks again, the words muffled against Hiyori's neck. It triggers a slight shiver, the feeling of those lips on his skin, though he'd surely deny that with every fiber of his being if ever he was asked. But as for what Eichi actually said to him, he doesn't get it!]

What are you—

[He doesn't get it... at first. Then it starts to dawn on him.

A flushed face. An odd look in the eyes. Close bodily contact. Calling him "dense" when asked if he was dying from a heatstroke. And now this strange, high keening noise as he buries his head against him, hair tickling underneath his chin. And all of this is happening at the Golden Peacock, 5-star casino and resort built just for perverts!]

...!

[The knot in his stomach tightens. Oh, no.]

Say, Eichi-kun...

[He swallows. His earlier frustration is gone; now he sounds... hesitant.]

Were you eating something a minute ago? You ate something weird, and once you'd finished, your body started to feel strangely hot and sensitive... is that what happened?

[bleakdecember]

Smart man.

[Seawater is a bad choice on a good day, even when it's not turning you into a reverse merman.]

Of course. They get cagey if you ask about any additional affects, as per usual. [He sighs.] Why don't you pick one, and we can both try it? What's the worst that could happen.

[unionized]

[The thing is, if he weren't under the influence of Profound Loneliness Juice™ at the moment, he would probably have the focus and the wherewithal to be skeptical of this stranger's immediate kindness. Nothing in life ever truly comes for free, after all — at least, that was what he was always taught, and has never really been presented with any particular evidence to the contrary about it. For someone to be so easy about an invitation like this, so quick to offer company? He must want something, and it would be up to Rufus to suss out what that was before he was made a fool of or worse.

But notably, he is pretty sauced on the loneliness juice right now, and so the smooth, gentle extension of comfort feels like a balm on frazzled nerves.]

...That's fine.

[He says, and swallows against a throat that feels like it's gone dry, which he briskly remedies with another sip of his drink. Yes, a seat and conversation sounds like the best idea in the world right now, frankly, and he'll have to dissect precisely why that is at a later time.]

You're alone, then? Or...?

[He motions to the bonfire, by way of implication. Such things are usually social affairs...aren't they?]

blackberry wildcard.

[skinstitch]

( the resort is a small place, and the beach is even smaller.

no matter how the manmade ocean looks, no matter how real the sun feels during the day, no matter how the water smells just the way it should, salty and warm: they're still trapped in this place, and being trapped means that there are very few places left to hide, anymore, especially from someone like kajiyama.

not that he's particularly avoiding him. maybe it's more accurate to say not that he's particularly avoiding him like before, after that stupid game, but this is more the space that he feels someone should be afforded after--all of that. besides, if he wants something out of him, he knows where to find him, and with all the leaking down in the lower levels, and all the rumors he's heard about flooding, he's thinking that he'll probably hear from him sooner rather than later. maybe that's wishful thinking. maybe he just likes it when it feels like he has the upper hand; they're starting to feel on alarmingly even ground, as of late.

whatever. it's not like he wants to avoid him, and besides, kajiyama is always getting himself into trouble with that fucking mouth of his--which is why when he sees him approach the bar, mulling over the menu, he slides a little closer, dropping an elbow down onto the bar so that he can slide his cheek against his folded hand. casual and sudden. he's even dressed for the part: a pair of black swim shorts and a loose black overshirt, unbuttoned, showing off every little line of demarcation between healthy and damaged skin from neck to navel. )

I'm not interrupting anything, am I? ( slowly, warm and amused--his gaze drifts over the bar to the staff there, moving around making drinks, and his other hand lifts to show off the glass he already has: something iced and dark, a blackberry neatly splintered onto a pick. )

You want this? Haven't tried it yet.

( it doesn't matter to him, either way: he hasn't had even a sip off the top yet, but it smells good, and if kajiyama wants to refuse it, then he'll just blandly pay for whatever else it is he wants and down the glass himself. it isn't a date, but still--he'd rather offer to buy him something before anyone else does. wordless, he sets the glass on the bar between them, stretching back up to straighten out.

honestly, the guy looks like he's drowning. it might be cooler, now that it's night, but he's hardly dressed for the beach at all, for the humid, moist current of the night air, and with a slow curl of a grin, he reaches forward to hook a finger in against the neck of kajiyama's hoodie, tugging. )

The hell else you got on underneath this? Another four t-shirts?

[befehl]

( Death is an illness, after all. It shrouded every hole in Penacony and sucked people into its depths. Sunday releases a steady sigh, patient, waiting for more salt to be poured on his wounds. It's not the first time Gallagher calls him crazy, after all. With Gallagher behind him like this, he can almost feel that sharp coldness from the time Dormancy dug its blade through his soul.

This man is frustrating. His shoulders lift as he takes a deep, solemn breath staring up at their constellations. Look at them long enough and they begin to lose their shape and blend with the others. Close your eyes and they're right there, bright as ever. Sunday closes his eyes in some silent prayer that THEY could light a new path for him.

It's not like Sunday has a master anymore, either. They're both lost causes. )

If your idea of pity consists of embracing me like this, then don't let me go. Who knows how long we'll be stuck here. Save your judgment for what I'm about to say, but I've never experienced someone holding me like this.

( He would turn his head to look at him but that means practically kissing him. Where are his arms supposed to go in this position? He changes the subject awkwardly. )

I woke up with a mark on my body and I'm not sure what it means. Did you experience something similar?

( They could compare! Sunday's is found on the middle of his chest. )

fuckarounding is the verb, fuckarounder is the noun

[unionized]

I doubt you're liable to find much of it in a place like this.

[Help, he means, but mostly because he hasn't been here long enough for "help" to become synonymous with "dick"; if he had, then he'd have to amend his statement altogether. Dick is definitely not in short supply around here, that much is certain.

He doesn't let go of her shoulders, though. Quite the contrary, she's at just about the perfect distance for him to gauge her reactions when he speaks, watching to see what lands and what doesn't. She squirming a little, and could absolutely wriggle free of his hold if she really tried, but she seems to be wrapped up in a personal struggle between trying or...squirming for the sake of feeling that he's got her caught at all.

Isn't that interesting.]

But that depends on what you're looking for. Exactly.

iii!

[timebun]

[ After a few days of dealing with waking up somewhere completely new, mistaking the situation for another kidnapping, brandishing a chair as a weapon, accepting that it isn't that bad, and then circling back to the fact that it's bad but in a different way — Qiao Ling is, frankly, a bit exhausted. Sitting at the bar for some reprieve, she rests her hand on her chin as she likewise watches people passing.

But when a handsome guy her age speaks, her eyes slide toward him, and she smiles. Even tired, she's an extravert and it's a little lonely when you don't know anyone in a vast sea of people. Her friends aren't here as far as she can see — which is a good thing! — but it means she's fighting this one herself. ]

Hmm... I'd suggest a drinking game with all of them, I think. But that might be a little much.

[inlucis]

Colorful...is right.

( her chin lifts, and she can't help but offer a laugh: they're both thinking the same thing, she figures, that there's a certain amusement to the way this place seems to boast all of these colorful items and implications as though it should be the most normal thing in the world. her gaze goes past the girl, towards the sky for a moment, before landing back on her. it makes her realize she's being impolite: she should at least make some kind of offer to share the towel, at the very least.

however, the girl settles into the sand next to her, and she accepts it with another soft smile, relieved. even if it's not quite as kind to let her settle there, she still has time to insist on the towel later.

with a tilt of her head, towards the sky: )

Oh, it seems they overbooked. Someone else needed the bed more, and so I didn't want to impose.

( she takes in a long breath, letting it out through her nose in a laugh. )

I have to admit, I didn't expect to come to a place like this and be homeless, but it seems to be a common occurrence. Do you have somewhere to sleep?

b

[peacewithouttyranny]

[The unfamiliar and delicious scent in the air has attracted a curious Soundwave to the cookout booth. Forced upon him a swimsuit too cute for his taste, but he keeps the giant coat and mask despite the heat. While he avoids any skewer with meat on them ever since he learned where the meat came from, he has a grilled fruit and veggie in his hand but still stick around at the cookout to observe other people.

Stelle, in particular, has gotten his attention for her platter, observing with mild fascination. Humans sure do have a variety of food his own kind doesn't ha--

Are those rocks? Tilting his head, he approaches her from behind and gives her a light tap on the shoulder, preventing something dumb from happening before his very eyes.]

You should pay attention to what you are eating.

[Unless she fooled him with her human appearance (much like his current form is fooling others), he's pretty sure human teeth aren't strong enough to crack a rock.]

[factoring]

It wouldn't.

[ The pace remains unchanged, but they are getting closer and closer to a private room.

That's definitely a little desperation.

Hehe. ]

[emeinator]

[As someone who has been traveling the galaxies, stars were something of a constant in her life. Perhaps she had grown indifferent to the view, but tonight, she can appreciate them.

Even if the real thing is so much more exquisite.]

Would they not? Why would man decide to connect the stars to make constellations if not to give it some sort of story? There are so many that freckle the night sky, yet we had decided some have relation to each other. [She turns her gaze away to look at Weiss.]

I see. Well, if you are familiar with the ones up there, I would like to hear it all the same. Though I have seen countless skies, I have yet to see some of these formations.

Peter Parker | MCU

[canttrickmeanymore]

[ooc: Peter is 20; came to the hotel by way of Duplicity; please mention if you do not want NSFW interactions with Peter, otherwise the assumption is they're okay.]


FUN IN THE SUN

* DAYDREAM PARASOLS (NSFW)

After a long afternoon of playing many many games of volleyball (people liked having him on their team for some reason), he's exhausted and needs to take a bit of a break. Maybe have a nap after a cool refreshing drink. Sweat dripping off his naked chest and arms (it was strip volleyball), he finds a nice shady spot with a couple of chairs, though one of them happens to be occupied.

"Hey! I'm Peter. Mind if I sit?" he asks, offering up one of the unopened drinks in his hand to the other hotel guest.



TWINKLING CURRENTS

* SWIM UP TO THE BAR (SFW or NSFW)

Peter is starting to think he shouldn't have had the second one of those mango thingies. It tasted good. Really good. But now he thinks something might be wrong with his brain, because he's pretty sure he just saw Dr. Strange and Aunt May walk by.

He shakes his head. Clearly it couldn't have been, right? To combat this line of thinking, Peter has another drink. That's the smart thing to do, yeah? He does take this one a little slower than the first two.

When someone settles onto the stool next to him at the bar, he gives them a startled look like he's seen a ghost. "Oh my god! Tony! You look like hell." It's completely normal to see a half-zombie, radiation-burned version of someone, right?



* ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY (SFW or NSFW)

Peter has found himself a quiet little spot on the beach where he can lay on his back on a big stretched out beach blanket and look up at the sky. He watches the stars slowly difting by. Looking for any recognizable star configurations. He's sure there are several he recognizes from back home, which is more comforting than he'd thought it'd be. It's part of why he stays out here as long as he does.


When the fireworks get started, he's still stretched out on the blanket, hands folded behind his head. He closes his eyes for a moment to dial back some of his senses, then he's ready to enjoy the light show.



SANDY SCAVENGING
* NSFW:

Looking at the scavenger hunt list, it doesn't even seem all that bad, really. Weird, maybe, but not complicated. And he'll just tell people he's doing this scavenger hunt and ask if they can help him out. Consent all around. He'll even return the favor if he can.

option A:

Peter approaches and stops someone. "Hey, I just need this last item on my scavenger hunt, can you help me out?" He points to the list with the last item left to be marked off.


option B:

Peter hadn't even noticed that the 24-hour game window had expired. He'd half-forgotten about the scavenger hunt really - there had been a heck of a lot going on! It's not his fault he got caught up saving people from the flooding waters. But the seagull lifeguards don't seem to be swayed by his argument, and it's not long before he's been stripped of the meager clothing items he'd scrounged up and locked into the pillory being told this is his punishment for not finding all of the items.

Well, shit.

While he knows he can't break out of the contraption, he gives it a good try anyway, just in case. No joy. He sighs and waits.

He's not sure he'd ever tell anyone, but he kind of doesn't hate this particular punishment. He'd seen some people being spanked by the lifeguards and he would absolutely have hated that a lot more.




WILDCARD
[ooc: can be one of the other TDM prompts or not. the SFW side of the scavenger hunt; popping up in a bungalo with him; exploding out of water nearby him (open to a little god-mod of him catching your character if you'd like); same for the Rising Flood - he can help people escape the water - happy to hand-wave the actual rescue and move to a post-rescue scene if interested]