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

[icequeenly]

[ What does Mitsuru like? Admittedly that's really been something she's been figuring out since arriving at the resort. She had recently tried spanking another woman with the regal riding crop the house had gifted her with upon her arrival and revealed that she had been made the queen of hearts. She had liked that. A lot. Does that count?

Then again, she also likes being ravaged within an inch of her life, so... apparently she can appreciate both ends of the spectrum here. ]

What do I like?

[ What a question! Although, right now, while she's got an aching need and urgency to do something about it, she can appreciate the other woman's directness. She gazes at Weiss directly for a moment, noting those gorgeous blue eyes with no small degree of appreciation. She lowers her voice as she replies with a sigh, ]

...Right now, I would very much like to see how much I can make you squirm.

[schmisse]

I thought Cain killed Abel because he was jealous?

[ Did she misunderstand the story? Or maybe Kazuya's just on Cain's side? ]

[belheir]

He did. But it was because God set him an impossible task. When God asked both of them for their finest offerings, Abel offered up a newborn lamb, and Cain offered up his finest crops. But God only had an interest in blood, and so Cain received no praise for his efforts. Or any acknowledgement, even.

[And he can't imagine that. To do your best only to be spurned by someone who you love before all else. Someone who is supposed to love you unconditionally.]

I'm not saying what Cain did was right, but God who was supposed to be all knowing, set him up, and then cursed him for his reaction instead of just telling him he did good too.

[tfy]

Is that right?

[That earns a look of interest. Bakugo had seemed pretty new here, and Hiyori didn't realize he'd already run into someone he knows. So the person from his world doesn't remember as much, either, huh...?]

Then we're in the same boat. Rinne-senpai and Leo-kun don't remember a thing about the qualifiers, the main competition, or anything that was going on before me and Jun-kun got kidnapped. They supposedly arrived here earlier, so I wonder if that had something to do with it. Do you know how long that person from your world has been here?

[He doesn't bother to explain what "the qualifiers" and "the main competition" are, but he's talking about SS: the big year-end competition for idols like himself. He and Jun were snatched before their unit could perform in it. To them, it's a huge deal: a dream they've been working towards, and something various corporations have sunk a ton of money into. Something even the overseas mafia has a hand in, if you can believe it. Idols in his country talk about it like it's a matter of life and death.
Even though it isn't, of course. Some people have war in their countries.

Some people like Bakugo.

Hiyori's soldiers sag, his face grown serious. Great—someone else from horrible circumstances.]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[It's the only thing he can think to say at first. His experience with "war" isn't real war. He knows he can't understand how the other boy must be feeling, despite his own desperation to get home.

Yet this doesn't stop him from commenting further, anyway.]

And it's your duty to defend your side, correct?

[Hiyori poses the question, but it's perfunctory. He can guess the answer. Which means Bakugo doesn't just want to get home because he misses his friends or his creature comforts. He wants to get home because he has a sense of duty. In other words, he's noble.

Not that Hiyori didn't already know that. That's what "heroes" are, of course.]

[silicone]

S'okay... I got you... I got you Olivine—

[ dizzy is right, the scent of olivine's essence just flooding his senses, making him incapable of stopping his hips from pistoning into him like a man starved. as legs wrap around him, securing him in that particular spot, he circles his navel with his fingers, dipping gently to brush the gemstone again as he dips his head to lay a tract of wet kisses between his nipples from one to the other.

he takes one into his mouth as he bows over him to grind hard against his prostate, sucking and letting both hands slide up to knead his chest lovingly, working him up to a steady peak to get him to release once again if he can. his own orgasm crashes down like a wave in a storm, suffusing them both in his own essence as he fills olivine with his spend, feeling the way his cock gives aborted twitches as he keeps pounding into him with abandon, making sure that it all is thoroughly stuffed inside of him, that none but a few drops can leak out. ]

[pyrolyzed]

I'm fine.

[ He says, when he is very obviously not fine? Sure, his stamina's wretched and the heat's been doing him no favors, but there's no way he should already be feeling so winded when they've barely put much distance between themselves and those benches.

-- of course, a suspicious peek down the neck of his (drenched) hoodie and T-shirt at his own chest swiftly confirms his worries. ]

Fuck. [ Why the hell's his tattoo acting up? It hasn't been that long since he last dealt with it, to his memory. And why now, in this weird situation? Fuuta gives a frustrated click of the tongue as he turns to look at Atsushi, about to ask if he's also feeling weird, when the sight of movement out of the corner of his eye has him jumping in startled shock like a cat being startled by a cucumber. ] -- wh -- what was that?!

[ Out of sheer reflex, he ends up grabbing at Atsushi to put the poor guy between himself and the perceived threat in the distance. ... a rather dapper looking bunny(?) hopping across the sand. ]

[abit_ofboth]

These are all things Loki could sympathize with. He knows that there are still plenty of people who knew him before that would be surprised to hear such a thing, but it’s still true. He’s witnessed what he thought was his best friend’s death right in front of him twice. At least the second time it had been a variant, but it still affected him. But nothing hurt more than watching Mobius stand up for him, finally believe him, only to be disintegrated in front of him.

Loki still dreams about that sometimes. He tries not to think about it during waking hours though.

“Oh I see. Well that is a relief.” Loki sounds a little amused, but he’s also a little relieved. The idea that Peter might be that young, or that this place would bring in people that were too young had not occurred to him until this moment. Perhaps it should have though. “I admit, I did enjoy our previous time together, but I’m never into it if my partner is not equally so. So, with your current mood, you do not have anything to worry about from me. However, if you would like to talk at all, I have nowhere to be.”

[redfeathers]

( Even if there hadn't been a crowd to get to the drinks, Hawks is grateful for the variety and the extras. He's not one to stop himself from indulging, after all, especially not when it seems like Gladio doesn't have any problem letting him do as much. He realizes as he walks, though, that there's a strange lingering thought that some people are a bit too close to the other man as they go. But he keeps sipping as they walk, pausing to watch Gladio as he settles into the chair.

There's a few, long seconds where Hawks looks between the empty chair beside him and Gladio, feathers setting down the extra drinks on the small table. Then finally, it seems he's decided on something, heading towards the other to perch himself neatly in his lap, arranging his legs across his thighs. One arm stretches, winding around the broad shoulders as he uses the other arm to continue holding the drink he's still sipping on. If he sits here, he notes, no one else can really get close to him.

Satisfied with his decision, he lowers his drink to look at the other thoughtfully, considering the question. )

I'm not sure if I ever really left. ( It's a slow, careful response, and he doesn't bother to hide how carefully he's thinking about the question. ) I remember being in my room own day, then it's... ( A soft, thoughtful sound. ) I remember something. Being cold.

( The glass is back at his lips as he takes another drink before leaning the short distance to set the glass down. Even if it's already starting to get warm with all the heat, the chill of the drink is starting to feel uncomfortable when combined with the chill he still feels. )

I'm still feeling cold, even out here.

[massochism]

[huh. That's... not at all what he was envisioning. Much more positive, at least, issues with Seithr aside.]

Ah, I see. I suppose it makes sense that the density of it would end with Seithr being heavy enough to weigh itself down, in some way.

[something something atmospheres... but his nerd thoughts are easily set aside as they explore. The tanabata merch is nice, bird-themed as it may be, and he manages not to be too distracted by the more salacious stalls, either. He'd argue that there's nothing bad about being used to the sight of it though, as long as he's not generally bothered.]

Ah— [The simple comment is enough to turn Olivine's cheeks pink, his head ducking slightly in his embarrassment. At his age, he does sometimes feel like he should be less awed by so much... but then, his circumstances are something else.] a little. Stalls like this remind me of home... in the summers, the markets are filled with people selling all kinds of things. I rarely had time to try most of it, though, as my duties as a priest kept me quite busy.

[ergo: he's actually never tried most of this.]

[bardische]

[ overflow link ]

[schmisse]

A specimen? [ He's going to get a funny look for that. While Weiss doesn't mimic his pout, she does arch a brow up and throw an inquisitive look his way. ] This is just new to me, that's all!

[ In a case like this? New is daunting! And Weiss was more hoping for guidance on how he likes to be pleased, but she isn't also against what he says. If his dick works the same way as the others she's. . . (cough) worked with, he might just bead at the tip and provide some lubrication of his own. It's too bad she's completely unaware people spit on their hand and that also counts, too.

For now, she applies a bit more confidence in the way she strokes him, using her fingers to wrap around what she can of it so she can pump him better. While she isn't looking at him like he's some kind of specimen, she is trying to observe as best as she can any changes, whether she can feel it or see it. She doesn't even feel angry anymore. That Spade in her is just making her want to overcome this challenge, so to speak, and show Aak that she can do this. ]

[schmisse]

[ During situations like these, they really should be direct. It's not like there's any reason to be anything less now. Given how Mitsuru's response isn't anything bad, Weiss imagines she can continue being that way, too. ]

Perfect.

[ Perfect? Weiss isn't quite the dominant type and does thoroughly enjoy her endurance being tested. If someone tells them that they want to see how much she can squirm? If Weiss wasn't already horny, that would have done the trick.

As soon as they get behind closed doors, she's going to jump Mitsuru and kiss the heck out of her. Though, there is the matter of their food now. They can go ahead and rush things, leave now and go somewhere private, but Weiss actually eats the rest of her kebab real quick, chewing for a good few seconds before pushing the food down with her drink.

If that makes her all the more yearning? What difference does it make?

Once she's finished it all, she wipes the corners of her mouth with a napkin. ]

[schmisse]

If God wasn't going to like Cain's offerings, why did Cain have to offer anything in the first place?

[ Yeah, okay. She gets it. It's absolutely cruel.

It looks like gods are dicks in general, whoever and wherever they may be. ]

[blastedass]

Don't fuck with me! You're supposed to be jerking me off!

[Roaring right at him despite the red painted all over his damn face. If Esikko says he's completely human, Bakugo has to believe him, but the cold of his hand doesn't feel human at all. Not corpse-like (how the hell would he know) but it's more akin to putting his hand on a refrigerated drink for a bit, then touching someone. Regardless, the clash in temperature of Esikko's hand and the heat of his own cock is adding to the sensations, deliberate or not. Bakugo's shoulders roll forward a bit, both hands now firming pressed against the bed on either side of his hips as the firmer touch works up and down his shaft. This bastard's teasing him, isn't he?]

I didn't... say anything!

[Bakugo's voice tapers at the end, catching when Esikko's hand nears his head. That's the major difference between someone else doing it and himself. He can't predict what's going to happen. Is Esikko going to squeeze him right now? Is he going all the way up to his glans or will he stop short? His skin squishes up against the back of his head before dragging down to rest taut over his shaft when the other boy's fist reaches the base of his dick. Bakugo drops his head towards his chest, choppy bangs hiding his eyes in shadow as his breathing struggles more under the slew of attention. Esikko's not slowing down or breaking momentum, finally leveling off into something the blonde's brain tries to predict. Soft wet noises start to rise from his hips, precum dribbling out of his member and making a mess of Esikko's hand and Bakugo's cock.]

F- ah... fuck- [Something cracks inside when his partner picks up the pace, but it's not enough to push him further than he is now. Shit, he's really going to force him? A break? Bakugo grits his teeth, a hissing breath escaping between them.] Ha... Harder. I'm... not getting anywhere... like this-

[blastedass]

[Ragna continues to flop back and forth between fighting and surrender. What the hell happened to this guy to make his fire so damn flickering? Aggressive and cocky during battle, willing to throw down with him over a few words, and then sinking into warnings and bad outlooks over the hotel around them. Experience is a bitch, life lessons smacked into your head, but that doesn't mean someone has to break under them! Why the hell does Bakugo even care so much? Ragna's not from his world, not an ally or a classmate, not even a pro hero. Yet it pisses him off when the guy talks like he's failed.]

YOU JUST FUCKING TALKED LIKE A FAILURE!! [Wish I could say I had more faith... That's not something you said if you haven't given up, dammit! Bakugo tosses a hard scoff into the air when Ragna tries to cover it up with an excuse.] No shit, idiot! If it was easy, none of us would be here! Don't tell me what's obvious!

[A villainous (slasher) grin spreads across his face at Ragna's retort.] That's more like it, bastard.

[Whoever's running this place, whatever's fueling it, they won't have their plans go off without a hitch forever. They'll get taken down one way or another. Even if they can't fight straight up for a while, so long as they don't sink into complacency and forget where they came from, that desire to be free won't vanish. Some people might call it stubbornness, foolishness, or even blind hope. He calls it determination. And an intense desire never to lose. Heroes win! That's all there is to it.

Including kicking weird warriors in their proverbial asses.]

Tch. Fine. If I'm stuck here, you're gonna be my fucking tour guide!

[Not because Ragna offered, but because Bakugo told him to! Yeah, that's how it all went down, didn't it. Settled, the blonde looks out at the ocean again. There's a lot of uncertainty right now, but he intends to be constant to himself. If that's the only thing he can control around here, so be it.]

[blastedass]

YOU THINK I'M GONNA FUCKING LIE TO YOU!?

[He just said he did! Of course it's right! Bakugo certainly had no idea he'd run into someone he knew here, though somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a hope of it? Maybe All for One teleported him and a few others to a strange place to get them out of the war. But that wasn't the case, he came to find out.]

Around six months.

[Which really pissed the blonde off. As much as he doesn't like his worldmate, he hates kidnappers even more. There are things people have to do at home! Taking them out of their world for this sick entertainment is fucking wrong! Not to mention disgusting. He'd hoped the six months "start" indicated the first wave of kidnapping, but apparently this has been going on for a long fucking time. Hearing Hiyori confirm that sort of discrepancy between himself and his worldmates is a relief.

If someone's been here longer than him, yet comes from earlier in their world's timeline, that's a pretty fucking good indicator their real worlds aren't affected by whatever this bullshit is. No exact proof, good enough to hypothesize.

When Hiyori sympathizes with him over the state of his world, Bakugo's expression hardens. Not at him, but at the war.]

It was a long time in coming. [Dismissive? Not really, but indicating now's not a good time to talk about that. He can explain more to Hiyori later, since there are complexities on both sides of the war. The drive to get back home is even more intense because of what he was stolen from.]

Of course it is! I'm not a fucking pacifist! [He slams his hand into a fist, eyes narrowing.] We're gonna win. And save as many of those idiots as we can in the process. Even if they don't want it.

[extramortem]

( maybe it’s not the best approach all the time. if makoto wasn’t completely convinced that this young man would take the nuclear option immediately upon him showing him to Roost, he might very well have offered to take him there himself…

the young demon has his own irons in the fire. as far as he can tell, J seems to be a faction onto himself, seemingly opposing to the House within the resort itself. it’s a curious situation that he would like to learn more about before he decided how to make the best of it for himself. the goal of “getting home,” which most were so devoted to, is less important to him than gaining power. winning the House’s game could seemingly be used for any goal, if they really would grant any wish, but it does lead him to wonder—was there anything to gain by supporting J instead? or, perhaps, attempting to play both sides off one another to take whatever boons either would give him?

it’s the type of thing that would take time to figure out, which is why he’s here right now, on the beach, trying to enjoy himself.

makoto smiles. ) Some of us, more than others.

( he’s not even mortal anymore. he would admit that does make him a little more amenable to the “wait and see” option than those still tethered to its wheel.

he nods. ) Basically. He seems to like favors and secrets, either told to him in confidence or told to… everyone.

( a cloud passes over his expression as he mentions that. you have to be careful about certain conversations you have on the network… sometimes it doesn’t really tell you that they are impossible to lock or keep private. makoto has gotten more and more cautious about what he’s willing to share via text. )

Will do. ( if this information has value to bakugou, makoto is more than willing to deal in it—that’s what a proper demon would do, after all. though, he does say one last thing, ) …For whatever reason, J seems more interested in our groups of guests than others before us. I’m not really sure why… but it makes him more likely to reach out once every few months or so, or at least that’s how the pattern has seemed thus far. It’s worth asking around, of course, but you might have your own opportunity to try to get answers soon enough.

( or maybe not. it’s not like he understand’s resort-J’s thoughts and plans any more than his own master’s. )

[belialedge]

[ Please. Ragna's in his mid-twenties and despite his jaded outlook on things, if something looks cool? He's gonna check that shit out. If anyone judges Olivine's more innocent and simpler sense of wonder? They can shove it. If he remembers what happened the first time they met? He'll go to bat for the man every time. ]

Well it's a good thing you're practically on vacation, aren't you?

[ Patting the man's shoulder gently, he inadvertently brings him closer to his side as they step in line for some succulent looking skewers. Come on, Father. It's on him. ]

[lieabilities]

[ Aak's show of bravado was enough to impress Kleken in... some sort of manner. An entertaining one, at least. Not enough to call him out on how oddly he was referring to the whole matter, but certainly enough to tease him over it. ]

Ah yes, good and proper citizens like us.

[ One of them was definitely not a good and proper citizen. ]

[ The information Aak provides next only fuels Kleken's desire to tease, an itch he more than enjoyed scratching in the worst sort of ways. ]

I do hope I'm not the dirt in this case.

[artcritic]

[If it were any other place, he probably would've gotten himself fully free of his pants, however, they are still under the water, and he has no intention of walking out into the crowd without his swim trunks. But- he does push them down a little, so Akechi's hand is more free with its movements.

His moan is muffled against Akechi's lips and his hips push into the hand greedily, wanting more friction; and it would be rude if he didn't return the favor. His long fingers tease the hem of Akechi's swimwear before finally slipping past it to wrap around his cock, for slow, measured strokes.]

[massochism]

[hips piston into his own, but it's still his hands that bring the most overwhelming feelings. Yes, because gentle fingers brush over his gemstone, but more still because they bring with them a soft possession, a reminder of somewhere he belongs.]

I—know... you always... have me, Eiden...

[wetness trails over his skin and his fingers knead soft hair, crying out as he settles in to sucking the sensitive nub. Combined with the insistent grind of his hips and joined by his hands, Eiden has no trouble in working Olivine up. His name slips liberally from the priest's lips, back arching as warm hands knead his chest, practically howling by the time his orgasm hits.

And when it does, Olivine isn't far behind. Awash with warm and comforting essence, filled with the thick, wonderful heat of his spend, he can only hold on as it's fucked in deep, stuffed inside despite the way his hole squeezes down on his cock and hot, slick cum pours over his belly and pools against his gemstone.]

[massochism]

[He most certainly remembers. Ragna will just have to go to bat with his internal self value, in this case... if it ever comes up in conversation.

The inadvertent motion is one Olivine accepts easily too, sharing in the soft warmth of connection alone as they settle into the line.]

That's true... it's certainly the longest vacation I've taken. Mm, thank you again, though. I'm still not used to being treated, like this.

[another chuckle. He's better at accepting gifts now, but it still feels weird. The skewers smell amazing though, and he's absolutely looking forward to them—more still when his stomach chimes in to remind him that it's been a minute since he ate.]

[belialedge]

Guess that makes two of us then. [ A beat. ] I'm certainly the LAST person to get treated to much of anything back home.

[ But that's only to be expected, given his stature back home. The rumbling of Olivine's stomach nets something rarer from the Grim Reaper then— a deepened chuckle as the two wait behind the next two couples paying for their chicken skewers. The cook selling them is slathering extra savoury sauce atop, giving them a beautiful, shimmering brown colour. ]

Easy there. I'll feed ya.

[ Was he calling out that stomach of yours, man? Yeah, no pulling his punches on that little bit of teasing. At least there's a smile persisting on Ragna's face now. Despite Ragna's lower rank, they are given surprisingly little to no grief over their order, grabbing and paying for a pair of yakitori for the both of them when it's finally their turn. Nodding with thanks before saddling off to the side alongside the priest, it's his turn to offer up two. ]

Here.

[belheir]

I honestly don't know. Just that God wanted the best of their produce, and Cain's apparently wasn't good enough.

[He shakes his head.]

It's a mess, and I wasn't really there for it. I told you before that I only sometimes remember bits and pieces of what happened.

[lieabilities]

[ Surely this level of exposure therapy is fine. Baizhu hasn't flung himself out of Kleken's grasp yet. Nevermind the difficulty of doing so when Kleken has him cornered like he does, he believes in Baizhu's ability to set healthy boundaries for himself. Kleken certainly isn't going to be the one to do so for them both. ]

Oh, but you're quite the pleasant one.

[ He's noticed, just a bit, in the way the doctor seems to both want Kleken and the tentacles he has to offer and wants to deny Kleken every touch. But persistence has (almost) always paid off, and getting Baizhu distracted seemed to be one of the better ways to go about getting the man to finally relax. ]

[ The vision is brushed past quickly enough, having not been an item of interest to the conman. Not when he's much more interested in getting his fingers curled over the front of Baizhu's pants, palming slowly and firmly over the material and the sensitive member underneath. ]