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

[hatefuldays]

[Continued here!]

[blastedass]

[alas, that's something bakugo will have to contend with later. would he really blow down a door that could open for him with a bit of permission? no. but when it's made to seem like that door won't open, and it has something behind it he needs, then blowing it down is the next intensive option. hopefully he can get in contact with J before it comes to that.]

Meaning they can send us home as quickly as they kidnapped us?

[he doesn't take the comment to be makoto personally. even if this guy looks like a vampire crawled out of a coffin. minus the stereotypical cape and dark suit. the idea of staying here the rest of his mortal life is fucking ridiculous.]

Tch. Bastard. If you tell him in confidence, how do we know he's going to keep it confident?

[bakugo notices the dour glamour pass across makoto's expression, assuming it's due to J's request for secrets than something else. he already figured the network is being monitored, since someone already pointed out the watch on their wrists are tracking them all the time. way to make him feel even more imprisoned and watched. good thing bakugo's not keen to talk about sensitive shit over text.]

Our group? [the young hero furrows his brows in clarifying suspicion.] You mean people from the past six months and on? [because that's the time frame he learned from someone he knew who was brought here with others. the hotel had been doing it long before, but something about the past six months had been different. makoto's comment makes the singled out period even more questionable. for whatever reason, as he said.]

[holeinwall]

[ Why must he interrupt her insane ranting? Can't a girl just yell needlessly at a guy in peace? Be the scolded Great Dane and whine pitifully, then it'll make dragging him around by his collar feel soooo much better!

Er. That's just an inside thought. Don't worry about it. She's not into domination or anything!

Anyhow! If they hadn't been interrupted, she'd probably have shot back with Would you like it if I called you Speedofloss?! Or perhaps Speedobreaker, since that poor strip of fabric couldn't dare contend with a dick as giant as his. Alas, now they must suffer eating free food that's incredibly yummy, though it's a bit past her spice tolerance. Ow. Though she's going to try to ignore where the "hop" is coming from in his skewer... ]

Shut up, Ragnadork. I'd mess you up more than anyone else! [ An announcer would cry out about the man's family! ] Also? It's called suffering for beauty! This thing's too cute to take off!

[ He may notice she's pouting after eating a bit more. Showing concern for her well-being? So gross. She loves it. But being nice won't let him get off scot-free so easily! She's still incredibly annoyed! ]

I'd ask you to carry me to a chair if I didn't think you'd use it as an excuse to nearly see my starfish again. Hmph.

[ And with the snootiest hair flip ever, she stomps away and heads to the nearest chairs to sit. Well, "stomps" is a strong word. It's like watching someone try to be angry while walking through marshmallow fluff. Each soft, tiny thud is positively adorable. Once she finally sits, she takes off the jacket. It's not because he suggested it! It's because she doesn't have to look as cute while sitting!

When he joins her, she'll finally seize her opportunity. ]

Ballfloss!

[ Because the Speedo would get pulled too tight from all the junk it had to contain. Or something. ]

[belialedge]

[ Scolded Great Dane has left the building. Now he's older, wiser Pit Bull whose seen way too much shit. But at least, understanding Monika so much more now over the months they've spent together in this resort, he's far more understanding and patient with her. No amount of time can erase the moment they shared in the maze and the revelation it stirred inside her soul. As for their skewers they were gifted free samples of, luckily Monika's vegetarian one only had the spiced glaze of it to contend with. Especially for one with such a loftier rank as hers, they couldn't afford to upset one of their most well-praised guests! ]

That's...more like suffering for stupidity. And I'll do it, but I do NOT wanna take you to the Broken Wing over heatstroke.

[ Tearing off another piece of his skewer, the texture is surprisingly tender. He's actually going to need to track down whoever made these and ask for their secrets. ...Assuming they'd even give it to him in the first place, knowing that he's still so damn close to the bottom of the deck. The pout on her face registers with him, which nets her a gentler chuckle as he finds himself calming down after that whole Seagull Lifeguard fiasco. He's not far behind as she huffily shuffles through the sand on her way to one of those chairs with a parasol hanging overhead. That way they can beat the heat! And thankfully, she does heed his request to take her breezy jacket off, giving her an appreciative nod as he sighs, taking his own seat beside her.

Right on cue for her to attempt to pick up right where they left off with this impromptu "battle" of theirs as he throws up an the People's eyebrow before deciding he's going to follow suit. If only because the sun must have gotten to him harder than he initially thought with the rolling waves of heat that course through him. So off his own jacket goes, the arm-length black sleeve adorning his right still present as he wasn't prepared to just let anybody see what was lying underneath. It's a big tensor bandage! Like that athletic tape he sees around to sate aches!

...Is gonna be his excuse to anybody else besides Monika and other close ones. ]

Ballfloss. That literally makes zero sense.

[massochism]

Mm, then I hope it's been much better for you here. I'm... we were always taught the virtues of frugality and sharing, so it's not unusual for priests to share any gifts they receive with the people. It helps me to feel more connected with everyone, sharing the care they give me.

[Oh—but that teasing makes him flush deeply red, exhaling a shy sort of laugh as his head ducks. It's so rare that his stomach gets loud, so he's really not used to it. Still, the yakitori looks amazing, and he'd be lying to say he's not excited to try it.

At least out here, their ranks don't matter so much. Food stalls want to sell their dishes, after all, and the prices don't change. Any paying customer is good enough. Anyway, Olivine is happy to slip off to one side with Ragna after they get their skewers.]

Thank you. They smell amazing.

[taking the offered two, adjusts them in hand before taking a bite. Modest, at first, in order to really savor the flavor. His expression speaks volumes for the taste, smile warm and bright.]

[belialedge]

Yeah, looks good too.

[ Great! There's an unoccupied bench for their personal taking. A touch more privacy off the main strip of the food vendors as "night" slowly falls over the beach and the "stars" above glimmer all the brighter. It's still plenty lit up around them that they didn't have to struggle to see anything or observe the people around them, but he's plenty relaxed and contented now, the yakitori skewers dripping with both natural juices and a savoury sauce that makes them all the easier to chew through. A modest bite of his own as he pulls it off the end of his skewer...

And a deeper hum of approval when he's taken a bite and swallowed it down. His usually deep-knitted and furrowed expression lights up. Food, and cooking as a whole, was a tucked away hobby of his considering how often he was on the run or en route to trying to mess up something else for the NOL. ]

Damn, this is juicy. Note to self, cook THESE up myself later.

Having a kitchen finally works wonders.

[snakelace]

For now, perhaps.

[ The only reason he hasn’t flung himself away yet is because he’s tempted to do that to Kleken instead.

But with his Vision unmolested he relaxes somewhat—even though he really shouldn’t with Kleken so dangerously close to yanking his swimsuit off.

He can practically hear his heart pounding in anticipation—or it could also be that pesky tentacle that wouldn’t leave him alone—either way, he has his hands up to divest Kleken of his outerwear, hoping to peel back his weird overdressed jacket situation and see if tentacles are truly growing out of his ass— ]

[keyeju]

[ Goading Narumi might not be the smartest plan in the long run, but there is some satisfaction to be gleaned from his reaction in the immediate; while Fuuta's words don't manage to wipe the smirk off of Narumi's face, it does cause the corner of his mouth to twitch irritably for a few seconds.

A few beautiful seconds of satisfaction, before Narumi's reaching up to press his hand against the back of Fuuta's neck, now dragging him along faster and more directly in a display of petty force to that spot-on teasing. ]

Let's see who ends up looking lame by the end of this.

[ It's going to be Narumi. He's absolutely going to be the loser in this scenario. May Fuuta enjoy his quickly impending W as Narumi drags him up the flimsy wooden staircase to a structure that looks both deserted (perfect) and unlocked (even better!). ]

[keyeju]

[ The only thing that Gen has truly hurt here is his pride, and he'll stubbornly refuse to admit just how badly he managed to bruise that during all of this too. Now that his feet are back on solid ground it's easy for him to be flippant about his close brush with drowning too.

He really is here wringing out his clothing like he got a little wet from the rain rather than almost pulled under by the currents. ]

You aren't a little curious about what happens if you go over the edge?

[ There's a teasing lilt in his voice, but admittedly he is slightly curious himself. Maybe not drown himself for the sake of slaking that curiosity though.

... Maybe. ]

[loosestrifes]

Am I not?

( The corners of his mouth twitch up further at the clear reaction he's getting, but the results are immediate; as soon as Bakugo asks for something specific, asks for it harder, Esikko complies, his hand working faster, pressure building to bring him closer still. The slick of precum only makes it easier, and he makes sure to palm over it, to smear it down the length of his arousal. )

Like this, then?

( His eyes trace up and down Bakugo, from the twitch of his cock to the hunch of his shoulders, the gasping shape of his mouth. It's a nice look. )

[molotovmoustache]

[ (ooc: you are welcome to move this to a catch-all! That sounds great!)]

[Their kiss is interrupted abruptly when fingers slide into his entrance. The groan that escapes carries no pretense of being anything but erotic. Both goading and pleased, the sound drags from Baptiste's throat. A raw sensation, promising of what was to come. As his entrance is coaxed open, his hips twitch eagerly. Fingers shift into a massage and Baptiste's mouth is desperate to find its heated connection with Eiden's once more. A stammered moan slips between his lips and into Eiden's mouth.

A shiver of delight. His hips grow insistent against the caress of finger tips. Sweltering heat builds between tongue and teeth. A bead of saliva connect their bottom lips and tugs as Eiden whispers against his mouth. The tantalizing slow stroke of his cock draws a sharp buck of Baptiste's hips into Eiden's touch.

Yet even as the man shudders, a smile twitches onto his lips at the turn of phrase.

Baptiste prepares a a retort, however it is lost as the other's cock buries itself deep inside of him. His insides clamp around the oiled erection. A tight hole, laced with the heated lube they'd found themselves playing with, is eager to accept the entire length. The sensation of being full paired with the sensitivity to such a magnificent fire causes Baptiste's eyes to lose focus. His mouth opens. His tongue peaks outward as a sound of unadulterated pleasure takes over.

A quick reveal that Baptiste is not a quiet man. Nor is he a shy one.] Oh~ [The ensuing coo is breathless. His chest trembles just as Baptiste begins to adjust his own body. Asserts more of his weight downward on Eiden - instead of allowing himself to simply be guided now. The shift in position causes him to pull away from the kiss he'd so enjoyed indulging in. His tongue runs over bruised lips - longing to feel the scrape of teeth and press of tongue again...

But he has a show to run, after all. Eiden has called for a showstopper without truly understand just the depths of what the show consists of. One of his hands covers Eiden's - the one that had helped guide him to swallow the other's cock whole in the first place. There is an affectionate squeeze. His other had rests at Eiden's chest. A playful flick and then twist of one of the other's nipples as Baptiste makes sure to lock himself in place over Eiden.

The movement buries Eiden deeper inside of him. It causes a visible shudder over Baptiste's body - yet it does nothing to hamper the haughty smile that twitches on his lips. The fullness threatens to send him to the brink-]

Oh, you want to fuck me so bad, don't you? [A teasing coo of a fact they both knew. Baptiste squeezes his insides against the cock inside of him.] To plunge into me over and over....

But the best part of any show is the anticipation, isn't it? For you to sit and tremble while I warm your cock deep inside of me.... [Baptiste's voice trails off as his hand that held Eidens begins to trace a new journey. One that drags over to Eiden's hip and downward. It forces himself to bend backward - an angle that makes a beautiful presentation of his own chest - as fingernails trace hip and thigh... dipping down until he could trace a finger over the base of Eiden's cock and his own entrance.

His shifts to cup Eiden's sack. He gives it a teasing squeeze.]

Before you drive me to sing for you in another language... you're going to have to coax me to the edge, mon cher. To please me in such a way that all I can think about is pleasing you.

[It's clear. As he pants between words. As his cheeks grow more flushed with desire - Baptiste wants to be unwounded by the man audacious enough to fuck him when he'd promised to give Eiden a show in the first place....

But who would he be if he didn't push the envelope? If he didn't make it clear just what sort of brat man he was? He certainly wanted to make sure that the man buried deep within him wouldn't be forgetting about this encounter any time soon. The blush on Baptiste's face is just as shameless as his smile as he looks down at Eiden. His hand continues to fondle at Eiden's sack - a slow, arduous movement. One that promised to coax Eiden to the brink while Baptiste forces him to 'wait.']

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[tfy]

[Okay, enough's enough. When Bakugo screams at him again he frowns and shouts back:]

Stop!

[It was pretty loud. Loud enough to rival Bakugo's yelling. As he's boasted to people before, Hiyori has a large lung capacity! Plus he's an idol, so he's good at projecting his voice!]

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[tfy]

[But anyway.]

I wasn't doubting you. That was not a literal question! I know you're under a lot of stress right now, but you don't need to assume the worst and start shouting every time, you know.

[Yep, that's a scolding. It's accompanied by a stern look. He sympathizes with this kid, but he's not going to stand there and be screamed at, even if he's interested in staying on good terms because of the guy's powers!

Still. Hiyori doesn't like to stand around angry. And so after a moment, his eyes soften and he resumes smiling his usual smile.]

But Baku-kun's a hero who's worried about his home world, so I guess it can't be helped!

[Yep. That's what he's decided to call the guy for now. "Baku," as in "bakuhatsu," as in explosion. Since he doesn't know his name yet, that's what he's decided will suffice! A nickname that's actually pretty close to his real name, funnily enough. But Hiyori glosses right over that to address the rest of Bakugo's points.]

Six months is an awfully long time. I wish I could say I was surprised, but that's about how long Rinne-senpai and Leo-kun have been here. Maybe we can make it our goal to get you out within six months, so you don't have to suffer the same fate. After all, you've got a world to save ♪

[Despite the little singsong at the end, he isn't teasing. He's prepared to accept Bakugo's story about his world since he's heard other people say similar things about their worlds. Everyone's homes are different, but the existence of human conflict such as wars seems universal. It's sad, but it's also expected. Even his comparatively peaceful world isn't free of struggle.

He thinks about Gatekeeper and the oracles and all the signs that someone is out to sabotage SS. And then he thinks of Nagisa—how distracted he's been lately, and how different he's been acting ever since his stay in the basement of that shrine. Then he adds,]

And I've got family to save. Or, at the very least, I have family who needs me. So let's try to work together, alright? With your Quirk and my info-gathering, I'm sure we can accomplish something.

[pyrolyzed]

[ He will absolutely enjoy his few seconds of victory, thank you very much? The already-insufferable smirk on Fuuta's face crawls just a little wider when he notices the frustrated twitch of Narumi's mouth

-- then he gives a sharp yelp at the squeeze of Narumi's palm against the back of his neck, that warm contact against sensitive, sweaty, already-heated skin making electricity crackle down his spine. Fuuta almost trips over his own feet with his next step before finding his balance, stumbling along until they finally burst into the privacy of the cabana.

Fuuta barely wastes a second breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing they have the place to themselves, before snagging a hand into Narumi's clothes, tugging at him as he blurts out, ]

Hurry up, then. Get to it already.

[ It's not like he's attracted to this guy in any way? He truly isn't. But, like, he's warm and physical and solid to the touch, and that alone feels like more than enough to overload his nerves at the moment. Like back when he'd actually had those stupid rabbit ears, his body is utterly ravenous for intimacy, begging to touch and be touched, and Fuuta takes a shallow breath before starting to tug Narumi towards the bed in the corner. Pausing only to rip open a drawer (empty) and then a second one (jackpot, full of toys and condoms and lube) to snag a bottle on the way there.

As he rolls himself onto the bed, trying to drag Narumi along, he might notice that yes, Fuuta is already hard, the front of his beach shorts tented. His voice comes a little breathy when he mutters, ]

C'mon, make me look lame, or whatever.

[bleakdecember]

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[smokeandglasses]

[It's a bit of familiarity that Ali hadn't been expecting, but honestly? He doesn't mind at all. Baptiste is an interesting person, and Ali finds himself wanting to get to know him better. So the cheek-to-cheek is welcome, and he's smiling more than he expected to here.]

It's mostly boring, but I don't mind sharing it if you truly want to hear.

[Translation: it's his special interest and he will talk for hours about it if permitted.]

Good luck on the search. Stay out of that pillory.

[blastedass]

N- Not enough! [Bakugo snarls over his shoulder, bared teeth and fierce expression crumbling soon after as Esikko picks up the pace. He grinds his fingers into the mattress, braces the balls of his feet against the floor as his cock jerks and throbs in the other guy's hand.

It feels good, alternating between predictable and not. Bakugo presses his eyes shut, tries to stifle the heavier breathing panting between his grit jaws. Fuck, if he keeps going like this, he really is going to cum! From another guy jerking him off! His calves harden and thighs cable when Esikko palms the head of his dick, precum spurting against the creases of his hand and making a mess when he grips his shaft again.]

St... stop.. fuck, haa- haa... fucking... staring at me.

[His face darkens in embarrassment and sexual flush, hips finally starting to lift and push into Esikko's grip.]

bless you, hiyori

[blastedass]

[Damn. Volume.

If he really thinks yelling at Bakugo is going to make him get quiet, Hiyori's going to be extremely disappointed. Mostly because the blonde snarls right back at him. For a second, he didn't even consider the word was to his volume, but something alarming he needed to pay attention to. The reality cleared up immediately and Bakugo only glares at him.]

Then cover your damn ears!

[Buuut, he's not shouting it. More grousing because he's getting scolded and that's fucking irritating. Even if Hiyori has every right to. Stress is putting it lightly. Don't look at him like you're some teacher disappointed in his performance or something! At the very least, Bakugo's not angry at Hiyori. It's the circumstances he's pissed at. He shove his hands into his pockets and leans back against the boardwalk railing.]

Tch! [Guilty and he knows it. A weirded out look ratchets half his face.] "Baku-kun?"

[Where's this guy get off calling him the -kun suffix?! He barely looks older than him! Unaware it's actually nickname. Considering Bakugo's already assigned this guy's name as "Parrot" in the future-- green, showy, talks a lot --it's an ironic justification on Hiyori's side. Nailed it.]

'rusei... [Of course he's worried about his home world! All of them are! Or should be.] When I get out, I'll make sure the rest of you extras get out with me. What kind of hero would leave a bunch of losers behind?

[Maybe the kind of hero that calls people "extras" and "losers" while saving them? Six months seems like the standard for how long people have been here, either being six months or shorter when it comes to... "this group" of victims. He hasn't met anyone who's been here before January. Bakugo frowns when Hiyori mentions his family before asking for alliance. Making friends is NOT what he wants to do here... but considering everything he's heard from this guy and others, it's a crap shot going at this shitty place alone.]

We'll win. That's what heroes do. [Even if Hiyori's not technically a hero. Bakugo glances at him before leaning his head back with a huff.] Bakugo Katsuki.

[He owes him something after all this.]

[loosestrifes]

I'm not going to stare at the wall. Don't be so shy.

( Esikko speaks that low, the start of it bubbling out from a pleased little chuckle he can't quite hold back. If anything, it seems like the embarrassment might be doing him some favors, and so he leans in a hair closer, working his hand more with each movement. Quick and dirty strokes mix with the careful press of his slender fingers along the underside of Bakugo's dick, pressing and sliding up before gripping at him again. )

I'm helping. Right?

( That's what he says, barely above a whisper, as he times his next hurried strokes with a careful light blow of air into Bakugo's ear, aiming to give him a full body shiver. Helping! )

[holeinwall]

[ Sure thing, Mr. Worldwide. That version of Monika is currently out to lunch. He gets the bitchy, annoying side of her that comes out whenever she's miserable for some reason or another. Other people suffer for it, because misery loves company and other such cliched sayings.

Having some time to sit before he's arrived has let her stew in something more than unbearable heat. Calling her stupid (but not really, despite what she thinks)? Awful! Saying she might need help from a heatstroke she's definitely not trending towards? Unforgivable! Being so goddamn nice? The absolute worst! What next, is he going to save some downtrodden kids at an orphanage? Such a saint! He's so perfect! He's so...

She's forgotten what she was going to gripe about, and she sure as hell has forgotten to explain in extreme detail what his new superhero name is supposed to mean. Her heart's pounding. He's taking her breaths and stomping them into the sand with a devastating finishing move. Yeah, it's not like she hasn't seen his body to a degree that some would find questionable, but...

God. He's hot.

Her chewing comes to an abrupt stop. She realized she'd been doing nothing but eating and staring at him like he was a fresh bone to gnaw on next. Oops. Her head turns away, but it's not long before she's peering back at him through her hair. ]

You must be working out in your sleep, Mister Studedge.

[ The remainder of her skewer ends up being placed on the table between them. She then lies back in the chair and shields her eyes from the sun (and him) with her arm. Maybe she is overheated. It's not like she knows what normal summer weather is truly like. ]

You're making Adonis jealous. [ Her chest rises and falls with a sigh before she shuts her eyes. ] And me. The things I'd do to see that view in my bed every night...

[ A touch of drowsiness is drawing out more of the inside thoughts. Deal with it. ]

[armwriostle]

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[malpwactice]

Eh? [he glances up, taking a moment to reply. The conflicting feelings of of course, I'm hoping you'll be the dirt and maybe it'd be nice if you were totally clean. A whole part of it could possibly be resolved if he were more direct... or it could be impossible if Kleken continues to dance around it in return.]

Well, [he decides, glancing aside coyly] if I were to ever get a gift from you, I wouldn't think of questioning where it came from.

[It could be the results of the drink he had that are warping his sensibilities. It could be, though, that he does just look so pleased at the idea of getting an illegal gift.]

But, nah, seriously! You can't be doing anything wrong as a patient! [he pulls his hand back as if to sharply smack the man's back- before thinking better of it and adjusting it to a light pat]

[malpwactice]

[The usual joy of being different and catching people by surprise just isn't there. As long as he was here, he would be "new" to so many people. There was the implied weight of then having to teach people, to be patient when he was rarely, rarely patient. All he can think is that it's a pain.]

[Not what she's doing, that is. Her motions do feel good. As the pink shaft rises and more is exposed one of the first hurdles appears. There's a ring of barbs that are exposed, formed of a slightly sturdier material. If she dares bring her hand up then the bottom may catch on her skin and pull up.]

Hm, [the heavy part of him doesn't want to warn her. It's not as if the barbs were significant enough to break skin. The times he's been along with his hand and no lube roughed up his hand, sure, but the scrapes never drew blood.]

You're gonna stroke up there, right? [goading her into giving it a try, seeing if she goes for it while disregarding the barbs]

[armwriostle]

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[massochism]

[Olivine hums agreement to that, taking a delicate bite of his own skewer. It's—unbelievably tender, considering how it's been cooked. The sauce is flavorful and plentiful, too, and it takes some effort not to completely mow down on them.

Not that he's being precious with them either. He'd just rather not choke...]

They really are... would you mind showing me sometime? [They both seem to be feeling so light now, warm and content in the moment.] Oh—have you managed to get high enough rank to have a kitchen? I use Rei's often, but don't have one of my own yet.