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

[softstoneheart]

Work. I haven't taken a trip for fun in... like ever.

[ She had planned a trip with a friend-adjacent client, but she's been so busy, the plans just stayed plans.

Learning about how others manage to survive in extreme environments is always fascinating to her, so she listens to Weiss with interest. ]

I see. Did you rely on tech or something else to keep Atlas warm?

[ Topaz was fully prepared to take a dip, but if people are inviting Weiss aboard, she's not gonna refuse ]

Oh nice, a boat!

[softstoneheart]

There's nothing wrong with "simple." What can you do?

[lieabilities]

Hmm... I suppose you'll only remain cooperative if you're satisfied then?

[ While it might sound like he'd consider putting in effort to make sure Baizhu's satisfied with his performance, so to speak, Kleken's desire to see the other man beg for his tentacles is by far the greater influence in his efforts. But the result was the same either way so really who could complain- ]

[ He's also quickly running out of time for Kleken's tossing, the way the conman's going about tangling himself with the doctor even without the use of his tentacles. Well, aside from the one that's stroking over the other's collarbone now in a manner that's certainly not concerning to have close to one's neck. That one remains persistent in its efforts to remind Baizhu of its presence, curling up at times to trace over the shell of his ear in an all too intimate motion to keep the doctor on edge. ]

[ To Baizhu's potential further disappointment, Kleken's skin is smooth and tentacle-free no matter where he touches, save for a spot high on his back where the current tentacle terrorizing his body is emerging from. Where the other tentacles have disappeared to, fushigi mystery. ]

[silicone]

There you go... that's it... beautiful...

[ because he is beautiful like this, fucked out and coming all over the space between them. eiden's hips slow as he fucks olivine through his own orgasm, watching with a flick of his eyes downwards as he makes a thorough mess between them. his own gemstone caught in the mix as he slides his palms up into his hair, slotting their mouths together.

the warmth he feels, wrapped up in olivine entirely, indulging in the very real way that their skin-to-skin relaxes him in an instant. he takes a breath. it's barely a whisper, a tired laugh as he sinks into the feeling of being inside of him, stroking down his side, climbing back up to cup an oversensitive nipple, teasing it gently with his thumb. ]

... Olivine.

[ he kisses every sound out of him, bearing over him. ]

[blastedass]

I'm not- ah-! guh-h... [He's not fucking shy, dammit! Bakugo shudders from his nape to his tailbone, feeling Esikko's soft laugh rippling down his spine. Fabric strains in his fists as he kneads the sheet until his knuckles start turning white. One foot slips back from the pressure and clunks his heel against the bottom of the bed. His hips stutter on the mattress, unable to stop the urge to buck into Esikko's hand as he works up up and down his cock. A low groan bleeds from his throat each time those damn fingertips work along the underside of his shaft, teeth seizing his lower lip when one brushes just under his head.]

Sh... shuddup- [A lot of that snarling violence from before is shredded into a husky mess, trying to summon it back and failing.] Hey! [What the fuck was that?! Don't blow into his damn ear!! (It works better when it's wet.) Now it just feels weird, only to get swallowed by Esikko's hand in his lap. Precum wells on the tip of his member again, throbbing shaft timed with his heartbeats. He feels himself getting close to the edge.] Fuck... Let go... unless you- want-

[loosestrifes]

Hmm. Unless I want...?

( Esikko repeats the words, putting more into the quick strokes. Honestly, the idea of a mess doesn't bother him, when it's one like this. If anything, there's something exciting about the idea of bringing him to a finish himself, of being able to feel the way he trembles and twitches and jerks underneath his hand, in response to his strokes. And so he doesn't let go, doesn't stop unless Bakugo is extra insistent about it.

Instead, he squeezes and gropes into his quicker strokes, no delays in the steady rhythm he presses to increase. At the very least, he holds himself back from speaking any more in this moment. They're still strangers— or would it be acquaintances, by now, thanks to this? Either way, who's to say his own words wouldn't draw him right out of this, make this go on for longer than it should. )

[ratratrat]

[Blood is all there is for a vampire, the only life-vein that ties them to others. They can smell the faintest hint of iron, they can see veins swell as emotions shift - they feel it in themselves too. Whether called upon for its power or rousing all on its own, the feeling of veins flush with vitae is the closest to human one can get.

Those who think they're somehow more alive when pantomiming the motions of waking, eating, growing, and changing are deluding themselves.

Usually, Charlie doesn't think about that shit at all.

Now, however, blood is everything.

Stale tasting, spread thin and drying, none of it is appealing but for the promise it evokes. Charlie's head does not raise as he watches the J's tongue stretch and lap up the remnants of their connection, but he stares. Brattishly jealous. He doesn't possess any fantastical sexual qualities, so he'll have to wait for the fantasy that sent him over the edge into orgasm. He's left wanting.

He's always wanting.

Maybe in the meantime he'll consider the fact that he's never contemplated such an indulgence before - his feasting always included nourishment as a requisite component. What would he be sustaining by gorging on intestines he's bound to throw up hours later?]

I'm not gonna be any better lookin', next time. [He straightens, granting the damning assurance a wry smile. Surely the 1920s would like their Italian Mobster Guy accent back too, but both that and the style cling to Charlie. Inexorable from the man who has progressed through decades an immutable corpse.]

But I get your offer - somethin nice if I eh... satisfy you. [His thumb presses into J's cock, just beneath the head. Not a measure of frustration, simply postponing a tedious affair for later. He's not the most sexual being.

With his hands now withdrawn, Charlie's sharp candor returns.] I'd say you got a preview of what I like-

Wanna give me an idea for you? Trust me, it's in your favor - you don't want me gropin around tryin and failin. [He's more capable than he makes himself out to be, though inexperience does encumber his approach. This request, though, is a made simply because he likes things made easy for him.]

[molotovmoustache]

[Aak says just the right thing to stroke this Leo's pride. His shoulders square, brows arch as he lets out a whistle...

Then Baptiste's gaze settles on the distraction that is a fluffy tail swishing in his periphery. He's still listening. Nods as Aak speaks. Yet it is the tweet of the bird that finally breaks his gawking.

The window levitates over Baptiste's device in greeting. The username? 'a'. A? That was it? An incredulous countenance gives way to a shake of the head. A fond side-eye settles on the creature next to him.

But before he can give the other shit for a handle that was either lazy or rebellious - the other offers his name. Fingers pressed to each cheek. A... strange custom, perhaps?

Baptiste slowly reaches up to mimic the gesture, tilting his head to the side.]

Aak... The name's Baptiste. It's been... an enlightening introduction from start to finish!

Excellent to hear! Thank you for the patience btw! After con catch-up was a bit tricky!

[molotovmoustache]

[Pressed between the surface of cool rock and sweltering flesh, Baptiste is eager to shift his hips to assist in the removal of his pants. To free himself from swimwear... but also to greedily indulge in the feeling of those strong hands over every inch of him.

His head lulls when the man gives his neck attention - a hum goading the other to continue. When Basch's lips find his again, Baptiste is eager to meet a bruised bottom lip with a graze of teeth before he sucks on it. A wordless demand for more, interlaced with play.

And Basch's temptation to touch feeds that demand. The lewd, desperate sound that leaves Baptiste's mouth and keens against Basch's lips is undeniable. A carnal desire given voice. The man's hips grind into the touch, as if the man had been touch starved to this point. A jolt of anticipation as his cock hungrily presses against the other's palm.]

Yes! [Baptiste doesn't say please, but his tone makes up for it. A growing flush on his features. He presses another kiss to Basch's lips. And another. Between each connection another breathless plea.] Fuck, yes. I want to think about nothing but you.

[counterblowing]

((Captcha...??? It doesn't really bother me on log threads, but I'm totally ok with relocating if you prefer!))

[Nothing about Rahu looks like someone who can easily be pulled anywhere, let alone into someone's lap, even someone larger and possibly as accustomed to fighting as she is. Maybe it's the gentle underwater rocking of the dream or the strange effects seizing her mind and body, but she pliantly allows the movement. He's hard against her thigh when she settles, and the contact is met with a feverish exhale. Someone so perceptive shouldn't and doesn't need the extra information, but the confirmation just fuels her desire. Rahu brings her leg over his, straddling to pin his hips beneath hers.]

Then it should be mutual, right? [Rahu grunts as her weight shifts forward, and it's a breathless attempt at keeping control. The desperation to cling to anything, anyone, is at full force, and she's anchoring herself to this: the mutual pleasure, the chance to not be placid even if he steers the reins.

Her hands fold against Wriotheseley's chest, planing every curve and divot of his pectorals, and her thumbs and forefingers form a triangle as they do. The shape makes her feel a little anxious, but she already feels like she's underwater. Rahu chalks it up to that.] You're burning up. What can I do?

[Relax and enjoy the moment? She'll do that, too, but she'll take his direction.]

[schmisse]

There were heaters all throughout the city powered by Dust. It helped in making the climate seem normal even though we were up in the sky.

[ Atlas is the most technologically advanced kingdom in her world, so they really did have what they needed in order to survive. ]

Oh, yeah. I guess they don't let just everyone on? [ Weiss goes on ahead, hopping on the boat, and then holding her hand out for Topaz. ] The perks of having a high rank, I suppose.

It's nice sometimes.

[schmisse]

You never asked him?

[ Before he pretty much killed God and all. ]

[belheir]

No. I didn't think about it at the time. And even knowing... It's not like it would have changed anything, you know? For me it was enough that he did such a twisted thing in the first place to the people he was supposed to have "boundless love" for.

[snakelace]

Please do your best.

[ As if he isn’t making his own situation worse by saying as much.

As if he isn’t currently shuddering at the way that tentacle seems intent on closing up around his neck, Baizhu swallowing involuntarily as he clings harder to Kleken, because really, he has no other anchor here but this increasingly irritating yet strangely attractive man. So what if he’s disappointingly smooth back there? Frankly, it’s almost a comfort.

He can surely handle one single tentacle on top of Kleken’s roaming hands— ]

[philancer]

[ He sees that hiding tactic for what it is and reaches out to tug her close, tucking her head in under his chin as his arms stay wrapped around her. His chin rests atop her head as he stares out over the waves. letting her hide what she needs to for the moment. ]

I'm always nice, excuse you. [ he's not. There's a large group of people he was never all that nice to. But she'd never really been part of that group. ] But I promise I will. If you even give me anything I'd have to say no to. Maybe I'll just continually say yes, have you thought of that?

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just gives a quiet chuckle as he alternates carding his fingers through Wriothesley’s damp hair and soothing them along the man’s spine as he sprawls against him. Feeling the way he’s already relaxing in his arm as they stare up at the sky above them. Or the imitation of it, anyway. ]

I have a lot of good reasons, but I can’t guarantee they didn’t all come from my dick.

[blastedass]

[Bakugo isn't going to try and recover that statement. His breathing is already catching in his throat and breaking into harder noises he can't quite hold in now. It's so strange, the pleasure that comes from not knowing even as Esikko's pace falls into a steady motion. It's not his hand, it's not his actions, it's not his effort. Somewhere in his mind, he's appalled that he's letting some stranger get him off. The rest of his mind is quickly overshadowing logic with the rush of building arousal.

Another squeeze, another grope, strokes picking up speed as the fluid leaking from his tip smears all over the other boy's hand and Bakugo's dick. Everything starts to tense up, a rush flooding down from his head to his chest to his stomach to ball into his hips, coiling up from every area as he clenches his eyes shut.

In one snap, Bakugo jerks backwards, hand slamming into the bed as he braces himself against the sudden burst within Esikko's grip. Head dropping back, teeth grit against a thick grunt of pleasure as he comes hard. White lances from his tip, lacing his chest and stomach with glistening lines, more falling around his groin and Esikk's hand as he pulses out his orgasm in several hard constrictions.]

[molotovmoustache]

[The man urges Baptiste to wait, yet his body jumps as if he were touch-starved. Baptiste's eyes flicker upward before he shifts his head. A taunting compliance with the other's plea - though his drags his tongue hard over the piercing. It's a purposefully slow movement, the tip of his tongue tugging at the metalwork embedded in the priest's nipple before it finally disconnects.

The cool air will catch the abandoned fruit as Baptiste's tongue instead licks at the bottom of his own lip. His own poise is not unlike a lion waiting to pounce upon its prey, finding satisfaction in that plea to a heavenly body above. His own arousal begins to awaken - especially as his fingers continue to lavish the other nipple with affections that tease the chains.]

Hmmm... What was that, mon cher? [His tone is husky, teasing as he pushes to see just what sort of reaction he may get now. Idly toying with the man who so clearly needed more.

Unfortunately, the trembling desire of the other's body made him an increasingly attractive man to tease. Sure, Baptiste still had yet to know the name of this man - yet this beautiful body promised to yield much more insight than any name every could.]

[loosestrifes]

( It's a little cute, watching someone who usually runs his mouth fall into utter silence. Just a mess of desperate noises, of shifting fabric and the gentle creak of the bed under his weight as Esikko gropes and grips and gazes. He continues through the waves of Bakugo's completion, coating his hand in the mess as he allows him to fully ride the feeling out, his slowing touch only stopping when he can tell he's too sensitive, too out of breath.

From there, there's the small murmur of a hum from Esikko, barely there, like he's satisfied. Pulling his hand back, he wipes it gracefully front, and then back, over the top of the comforter before standing up and taking a few steps away. )

Not so bad, right?

( Spoken low, not wanting to completely draw him out of the glow of feelings just after a simple handjob, Esikko turns back to give a small little smile. He got his way, in the end, so why not be pleased?

But he's cute, he's decided. Funny, so angry, so loud, and just cute enough to bother with again, some time. Tease further, maybe. When he's more used to things, less stubborn. When he can do far more. )

I'll give you your time now, unless there's anything else you need from me?

[theidlemaiden]

[ A half-hearted snort is her initial reply to all of his responses - the claim to being nice all the time, the promise, the suggestion that there isn't anything she could ask him that he'd say no to - but the skepticism is lost in the act of burying her face into him. Her sunglasses push uncomfortably against her face but it's stubbornness that keeps them there. ]

No because that's a scary thought. Someone meaner might take advantage of that you know.

[ She glances up and without thinking a hand reaches up to gently brush the side of his cheek. ]

You have to be careful. It looks like the war didn't make you any less reckless, huh?

[extramortem]

Probably? ( he can’t say he knows for sure. but he can look at the facts in the discerning, cunning way that a demon might. ) What they do is promise a wish as a prize for winning their game. But you don’t necessarily have to wish to go back home the way you are now, right? Maybe you could just wish for being returned where and when you were taken from. Then you wouldn’t have to worry.

( okay, maybe that’s considered slimy or rules lawyering, but who knows? he figures that the House is just out for whatever they get out of all of the guests playing the game. they might even appreciate the cleverness involved. that, or maybe they would hate it and try to twist or punish it somehow. it’s a mystery!

he shrugs. ) I don’t think you can. I think… you just have to decide what’s worth telling, even if you risk that secret getting out.

( the ones that makoto shared over the network had been things that squirmed beneath his skin to have others know, but they wouldn’t have sent him into a spiral of panicking if they were suddenly public knowledge. what he’d told J in private, however… he at least hopes that the ghost also values their friendship, as that would keep it between them.

makoto nods, fingers interlacing in his lap. ) I think so. Or, at least, I didn’t really get the sense that it also applied to other people who arrived prior to my group. I feel like I remember rumors that this place hasn’t taken such large groups of new guests in a while, or nearly so often? ( or was he just thinking he remembered hearing that… you might have a bit of an unreliable source of information, bakugou, but it’s a possible piece of the mystery. unfortunately makoto is far less interested in solving it than he might be. )

[lieabilities]

Illusions.

[ Ignore the suspicious lack of clarification there. ]

[lieabilities]

[ Dancing is Kleken's forte, unfortunately, and as much as he enjoys goading someone into being direct with him, his own desire to do so is... spotty, at best. Nonexistent at worst. The subtly unsubtle suggestions aren't lost on him in the least, but he's already made his decision on how to run with Aak's words. ]

Wonderful. I'll have to do some souvenir shopping later.

[ Whether that means figuratively or literally doesn't matter, there will be actual silly little beach souvenirs in Aak's eventual future. Likely when he least expects it, and likely just as annoying as the conman himself. It needed to be a most wonderful reminder of him, after all. ]

[ The pat pulls him out of his future plotting, smiling over once more as if he hadn't been deciding what sort of beach paraphernalia to get him. ]

That is a relief to know. Hopefully nothing is wrong with myself.

[tfy]

I could, but I'd rather not have to! ♪

[The easier solution is for Bakugo to simply stop yelling in his face. Or nearby vicinity.

... Look, he knows "under a lot of stress" is an understatement. It's why he hasn't complained more about the yelling, the cussing and what-have-you. (Usually he's prone to complaining quite a lot.) It's terrible that they keep kidnapping new people here. Moreso when it's someone with a world to save, and doubly so when it's some innocent kid. He doubts Bakugo's ever laid his hand on a girl before. (Or a boy.) Too busy being a hero, presumably. Plus who on earth would want to put up with that temper?

But it is what it is, and so he can spare a little sympathy. He got off easier than most people here (pun not intended). He has his partner. If he got drugged or he was in some other unpleasant situation, he'd just call Jun to come take care of him. That's not an option most people here have, but hopefully he can make things a tad more bearable for those who aren't so lucky.

Or just annoy them with silly nicknames. Bakugo's bewildered reaction to that earns a satisfied smile, and his declaration about saving them all earns a chuckle. Hiyori won't even complain about being called an extra; that gruff do-gooder attitude is simply too cute.]

That's the spirit! ♪

[He puts his hands on his hips, beaming brightly as he replies,]

I'm Hiyori Tomoe! Also known as "Eve" around here ♪ I might be a bit older, but you can call me Hiyori instead of Tomoe-senp—

[........ wait.

Suddenly Bakugo's introduction catches up to him, and he blinks stupidly.]

Did you say your name really is "Baku"?

🎀

[massochism]

[Honestly, he feels almost overwhelmed by the depth of his orgasm. It's not the first time Eiden has fucked him through one, but there's a lot more to this time, he supposes. If he didn't already have tears in his eyes from the sensations, this moment would no doubt bring them.

Hands move to his hair and he tilts obediently, meeting lips in unspoken urgency and desperation. His own move to embrace the other man properly, basking in the sensation of skin on skin. Without a doubt, it is the most wonderful, sweet feeling in the world. No matter how long it's been, how worried he might have been, how "over it" he managed to be—he will never forget this feeling.]

Ei... den...

[His voice is half lost in Eiden's lips as the brunet settles down against him. As he strokes a side and then up to pull a moan and a gasp from him, body arching gently as a thumb teases his nipple. There's no attempt to move away, no worries that his words will be misunderstood as the priest cradles his lover's cheek.]

Happy birthday, Eiden.

[stay with me. I love you. I missed you. he doesn't speak the words, but they remain in the depths of his kisses, the curl of his hold. This is good enough for him. More than good enough.]