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

[schmisse]

I wish I didn't have to get my rank up to be treated nicely, to be honest.

[ She doesn't like that the resort is so rude to other people and it all depends on their rank!

She takes a seat once Topaz is on the boat, patting at the space next to her so that the other woman can sit down, too. ]

Are you aiming to get your rank up at some point?

[philancer]

[ That has him just giving her a warm hug all over again. ]

Well, I'm glad you think so, since you're probably stuck with me now. That's what you get, for weeping all over my shoulder. [ his voice is light, but there is fondness audible in his tone as he chuckles. ]

And there is a library, although I can't say I've ever seen a librarian in there. The books are... interesting, though. [ Not that he'd spent much time in there. Or reading, for that matter. ] It's pretty in there, though. I'll show you sometime.

[blastedass]

Use a towel or something! Isn't there a bathroom around here?

[Because he's going to be using it shortly. Hopefully with a damn shower or something as well so he can clean off and try to process what just happened. Besides, as far as Bakugo knows, he's going to have to sleep in this damn bed too.

You'll get my card. That sounds like a damn business proposal, but he quickly puts two and two together, figuring Esikko means his rank. So that's the kind of "check off" they mean. Collecting the cards for the resort's shitty game.]

Tch. So it's retroactive for wildcards. [The "trial period" groups. Great. What a nice title.] Whatever. One down, fifty-one to go.

[Since whatever rank he may end up with won't count for himself.]

[blastedass]

Good thing Bakugo knows someone very similar to Peter in that regard. Shutting up when yelled at, wriggling in embarrassment and frustration, before the seal breaks and he starts talking again. Sometimes it's just the incessant muttering a million words a minute, resulting in people feeling impressed, creeped out, or curious depending.

Ironically, the secret identity aspect in Bakugo's world was adopted more for villains than for heroes, once the heroics graduated from unsanctioned vigilantes to government-sanctioned vocations as society adapted to superheros. But that didn't stop plenty of villains from being known identities. He'll find Peter's world not backwater in their secret identity aspect, but kind of "old fashioned" instead. Something two or three generations ago would've done.

"Haa?! What the hell? That place is fucked up!" And yes, that does make the House a far more tolerable idea by comparison. Even if "playing game" doesn't sound like it's that optional in the long rung. Bakugo already heard from others that there's a punishment for resisting too long, and it gets harder and harder to resist. Better to accept of your own volition than get forced.

"Do you still think that?" The way Peter says it suggests one answer. Even if some damn trap ends up demanding doing it with strangers, that doesn't mean he has to change his opinion of how he wants to do it or how he approaches/demands it happen when he has the choice. Hopefully sex won't get boring. That'd be even worse...

[belialedge]

[ Before Ragna gets the chance to answer Olivine's first query, he's waiting on the priest to add about his rank. It's nothing to be ashamed of, where the man currently stands. He wants to climb higher, but now? He's among the lowest at the resort here. ]

Not yet. Stiiill a near the bottom of the deck. I got upgraded to a 3 though. Beats having to pay rent for living in a shitty shoebox.

[ Eyeing his first skewer which he's already sucked half the meat off of, his smile lifts some as he adds: ]

I spend most my time up in Weiss' place. You know she's a Queen now?

[ And thus, plenty of kitchen space. Arguably the best. ]

[abit_ofboth]

While Loki didn't quite have the upbringing Peter had, he could identify with a lot of this. For him it wasn't being treated like a child, but being treated like he was always going to do something wrong. Not matter what he did, or how hard he tried to do the right thing and impress his father, to be as respected as Thor, nothing ever worked. It was always assumed that he was being nefarious, trying to hurt others. It's not like he never did any of those things, but so did lots of people.

No, the real difference between him and Peter is that Peter handled things like that much better. He took his frustrations and turned them into something good. He tries to help people, wants others to be happy. Loki took his frustrations and hurt people. As much as he's still trying to be good, the guilt over that still gets to him quite often. Truly, he deserves to be stuck in a place so much worse than this. But he's still trying. Even when he participates in the games this place plays, he does his best to treat his partners with respect, to make sure they are enjoying themselves at least a little bit.

It's truly the least he can do.

Perhaps that's why he treats Peter as an equal, though the truth of it is, he thinks Peter is far superior to him. He's younger and already better at doing the right thing. Or at least that's how it seems to Loki. He knows if their roles were reversed right now, he'd likely be a lot more than a little snippy, that's for sure.

"Of course, did you think I didn't?" Loki can't help but smile at him. The look of almost surprise somehow charming.

Loki doesn't believe that for a second, but he doesn't exactly push either. "If you say so, but if you change your mind, I'm a surprisingly good listener and not going anywhere anytime soon."

[expereiment]

[man... he feels awkward that he can't do literally anything to help her. it's just a feature of the resort, and he hasn't found out how to slow the process of turning to stone. perhaps he should focus his research on that, since he met another young woman who didn't seem as pleased at the whole sex aspect of this resort.

well. at least she already lost her virginity. he never cared for the sanctity of 'virginity' but he imagines it's more important to women at the very least. he doesn't know. he has barely talked to a woman since his dearest mother passed.

he sighs.]

Yes, at least you know what to do.

[scratches his head. then taps at his watch.]

Here. I'll give you my contact information. If I can find a way to bypass the sex requirement, I'll let you know. And if you ever need me to pull my rank for anything like now, call me.

[she has no way of knowing that he would never, ever offer this to anyone else aka all the men that he knows. that this is a special side of him that only women know.]

[expereiment]

There are certain magical properties I can ascertain even while not physically being there.

I don't suppose you have a plastic bag or a vial on you to cum into.

[expereiment]

[rei may not be impressed, but he is a curious person at heart, and his interest piques when the guy mentions a 'trick.' a magic trick? that sort of thing is unheard of in klein. this will surely be something of mind-blowing proportions! he assumes the sudden swimsuit bottoms is illusion magic... but is it really? he has to investigate.

he allows baptiste to guide him toward the tiki torches, intrigue clear in his expression, now.]

And I suppose I'll find out just what this 'trick' entails?

[he gives the other a smirk.]

Such 'tricks' require a permit where I'm from. Make sure it's duly impressive.

i think we can wrap here/on yours? 💕

[theidlemaiden]

[ The offer takes her aback and for a moment she doesn't quite know how to react much less react. The cheerful ding! sounds from her own watch as Rei's contact information comes through and is deposited directly as the one and only record in her contact book. 

All at once her situation hits her. As far as she was aware she was alone with no familiar face to help or comfort her. Whatever had happened to her is a mystery to solve for another day (or maybe a reality that she just has to learn how to accept). And while that feeling of loneliness had begun to creep its way back into her chest, it was comforted some, knowing that at least someone was here willing to look out for her.

Her eyes water some despite herself but after another beat she looks up, offering him a teary, but grateful smile. Without thinking she reaches out, lightly taking a hold of his hand and giving it a squeeze. ]

...Thank you, Rei. This means a lot. And if there's any way I can repay you some day I will.

sounds good to me!! <3 <3

[expereiment]

[oh god don't cry. oh god please don't cry. if there's one thing he can't handle it's kind, good people crying. even if it's happy tears. he simply just freezes and doesn't know what to do other than maybe awkwardly pat them on the back, shoulder, or head.

luckily, though, the tears don't spill over. but she does grasp his hand and despite himself he gives a squeeze in return. he doesn't know what the fuck he did to make her smile like that, but regardless he's glad he did because her smile definitely lifts his mood. kind people are truly a different breed, man. his smiles only inspire trepidation.

eventually she'll run into sylvain and feel that solidarity one feels only with people from the same world. but for now, he's happy to be the only contact in her contact list and keep her company all the same.

a shake of his head. he figures there's no arguing with her whether she "owes" him in any way, so he'll just accept it. no use fighting an uphill battle.]

Come on - I hear there's a particularly good place for drinks here. My treat.

[he tugs their clasped hands and nods his head toward some food stalls. he'll simply have to watch after her for the time being until those "lifeguards" all fuck off. but as he walks along with her, probably listening to her chattering away, he figures it might not be the worst way to spend his time after all.]

[loosestrifes]

( Esikko waves off his worries. Sure, there's probably a bathroom— but he's not waiting for that. He's going to wipe what he can now, clean thoroughly once he has his own space. Besides that, there aren't bathrooms everywhere. Not in his own shitty lower levels suite, for example. )

That's the spirit.

( Instead, he focuses on that last part, the determination to win the game. With one last little wave, he turns on his heel again to leave. )

I'll see myself out, so remember to stay in touch. My username is wildflower, should you ever need anything.

[blastedass]

[Great. Public restrooms in a gilded resort. That separates the gold from the dirt. Bakugo will find that out eventually and get pissed about it. Driven more to rank up. Right now, he's dealing with what just happened. Getting some stranger to jerk him off right here in the damn room. A dirty feeling crawls around his skin, guilt and anger playing with his insecurity and humiliation. It's not Esikko's fault, he was doing it to help, but the reality this was forced on them pisses Bakugo off a lot!]

Get lost. [Rude. Sorry, he's angry. Bakugo's not going to say "thanks" for everything right now. That'll come later, probably in the form of an action to repay the debt. The hero pushes himself to his feet, refusing to have Esikko see him sitting like a defeated captive on his way out.] I'll call you if I have questions.

[malpwactice]

[Eventually he'll learn how Kleken likes to twist things around. Then, once he's learned, it can twist again. For now, though, he just thinks that any gift is a good gift and he can change his mind when some tacky figurine ends up on his desk.]

Somethin' could have slipped in under symptoms of exhaustion, sure, that's the nasty part of it. Considering how long you were wandering there, it might take a long time to recover anyways...

[At least from a visual standpoint it seems like most of the physical stuff was covered. And he was no good for the psychological damage of months of wandering.]

Might have to stick to more relaxed positions, [he grins, crossing his fingers back and forth to imply screwing] at least for a lil' bit.

[lieabilities]

[ Really, Baizhu, you do this to yourself. ]

[ The longer he lets them go on, the bolder both the tentacle and Kleken get. His ear and neck remain the tentacle's target, tracing lines over his jaw, dipping into the shell of his ear, nothing along the doctor's head, neck, and shoulders is left unexplored by one very invasive intruder. ]

[ Kleken meanwhile is shifting and- ]

[ Well congratulations Baizhu you have Kleken on his literal knees. The maybe bad news is that he's finally tugged down Baizhu's swimtrunks to his knees, keeping him somewhat trapped yet exposed. The mouth biting over his bared thighs and pointedly leaving marks there is also maybe bad, depending on the doctor. ]

[belialedge]

[ It's a very good thing that he's had ample experience in handling bitchy and annoying! It's also a good thing that this was just yet another part of who she was as a person. That, and while he'd genuinely apologized...he'd also found himself finally becoming more comfortable in her presence to start teasing back. Not barking in response to an insult or an insecurity, but...he supposes he should just be more forthcoming next time and just tell her that her ass looked cute in those shorts. A thought that's only just now flooding his brain after he's taken enough bites of that savoury skewer of his.

Which means that he's also in a hurry to finish the rest of it off before he decides to unceremoniously just toss it on the ground. With how tender and easily it melts in his mouth, it's not so hard as he makes quick work of it whilst watching her lie on her back. ]

What's that?

[ Swallowing down what remains of his own skewer, a heated sigh escapes him as he doesn't bother lying down yet as he finds his gaze drawn upon Monika's own lounging body. Mismatched red and green eyes that would otherwise hold a more modest look upon her as they conversed and caught up, are becoming more and more honed in on certain parts of her body... ]

I wouldn't be talking if I were you. [ From the rise and fall of her full chest, flashes of white replacing her in his mind with the same girl on his birthday, robe loosely hanging off her shoulders while her more voluptuous figure is suddenly glistening in pearly white streaks of him. The flash of visual in his brain causes his breath to clip, however, whilst she speaks a little too honestly for her own good, face flushing red as he feels an immediate pang of hunger shooting down to his lower abdomen, stirring butterflies before that pooling heat becomes downright molten between his legs.

But the effects of the rabbit meat and sauce on his system are at war with something else. The sweltering fatigue that rocks through his body as he barely gets his own words out upon admiring her body as reality briefly returns. The "overheating" Monika in her white top and pink shorts, those creamier thighs of hers hugged by her dark leggings as he finds himself swallowing oh-so-thickly on his tongue. ] You looking like that's got me...wanting to.....

[ His head dips. ]

Wanting to.....

[ And while he doesn't downright pass out? He's suddenly on the brink of it, heart hammering away wildly in his chest as his eyelids grow heavier by the second. Whatever he wants to say, it may very well have to wait. Monika hearing how badly she's making him want to get on top of her and tear those buttflossing shorts off her body. How badly he wants to outdo his old performance, overwrite and delete the hunt and just breed her for real— to the point that she'd question the next morning if she'd been knocked up. That and the numerous other unfiltered thoughts stuffed away in the back of his brain are losing to the urge to sleep, unaware of the more ethereal effects of these particular lounging chairs they find themselves lying in as he starts lowering himself down onto his side, panting softly as he looks over at her at his side. ]

Damn...I'm sleepy...

[ The sober part of him wants to fight this. To get up and get Monika out of here. The beast within him, the rabbit, wants to fill her holes copiously until all she could remember was the shame and warmth of him everywhere. And now this side? The sleepy side? Wants to take him to a place where they can test that little theory. ]

[icequeenly]

[ She forgot? Nami forgot? Mitsuru knows her well enough by now to understand what an anomaly that is.

And truthfully? Mitsuru had forgotten as well. Several times over. Perhaps lately she had even been purposefully shoving it to the back of her mind. Daring to believe those times they had spent together recently, especially now that Nami too had reached the rank of queen, had nothing whatsoever to do with strategy or gaining position within the casino.

How does she put that into words? It's one of the few times the extremely eloquent redhead almost seems lost for them. That is until Nami mentions the idea of them being done. She didn't expect that word to have such a strong impression on her, to leave her with a feeling in her core like a heavy stone sinking to the bottom of the ocean- She blurts out her response with barely a though for once, ]

Yes.

[ Her face is a deep scarlet by the time she manages to speak again. ]

I am done with helping you, Nami. Because I believe this may have gone beyond just helping one another. [ She forces herself not to avert her eyes as she continues with a breath. ] Now I just want to spend time with you without the trappings of an arrangement.

[icequeenly]

moved here to save us from captcha :>

[tfy]

["Good, because I just asked you not to! ♪"

... is what he'd say if he wasn't still hung up on the whole name reveal. Boy, he wasn't expecting his stupid nickname to be short for Bakugo's real name, and he looks a tad flummoxed about the whole thing.]

That's pretty on-the-nose. But I guess so is my name.

[His name has the kanji for "spiral" and "weather" in it. Which hints at his sunshine superblast personality. Recovering from his surprise, Hiyori smiles again and extends a hand. You know, for a handshake!]

It's been a pleasure meeting you~ ♪ Since it turned out to be part of your real name, I guess I'll keep calling you Baku-kun. Unless you absolutely can't stand it, that is. I do figure you're going through enough right now without adding an unpleasant nickname to the list. I think it suits you, though ♪

i'm so sorry for her

[schmisse]

[ Weiss definitely sounded very sure of herself earlier, but she can't just pretend to know what to do at a time like this! Her pride dictates that she shouldn't ask questions, which is why when Aak asks if she's going to stroke higher, she fumbles her words. ]

Of- Of course I am! Be patient.

[ And so, she strokes upwards, a bit more bold this time as her hand passes the area with fur. Although hold of him does loosen and hovering over where the barbed are would be, one look at Aak is all she needs in order for her to wrap her hand around him again.

It's a strange sensation to be sure. ]

Can't you get yourself wet? This feels... so rough...

[ Whatever Aak may respond though, Weiss still tries anyway, moving her hand up higher so she can touch ]

[molotovmoustache]

Nothing?

[Baptiste's echo of the other's sentiment is smooth, silky. A façade of feigned innocence as his fingers finally pull away from the nipple they've coaxed to attention. His eyes linger on the hardened peaks. The lingering taste of milky skin, sweat, and cream in Baptiste's mouth nearly drives him to return. To tease poor Olivine's sensitive chest to test just how long it would take before the man couldn't help but beg for more...

Yes his fingers find something much more promising to trace. He follows the curves and lines of muscle. A traced fingernail under Olivine's pectoral and down his side. Surveying each line down the side of the man's abdomen before his touch dips further. A curious touch to the gem embedded in the man's navel - and a pause as Baptiste realizes that doesn't seem to be jewelry. He blinks. Traces another teasing touch just below it.]

Very well then~ I shouldn't keep you waiting then.

[Inch by inch - and yet just as he begins to dip beyond hip bone, Baptiste's mouth returns to work its reverence. Though instead of sucking a nipple back between his lips, he finds himself going for the chain. A metallic taste fills his mouth. The side of his mouth quirks in amusement before he tugs his head backward and takes the chain with him.

Just as he pulls this chain playfully taut, his other hand slips to cup at the other's arousal.]

[holeinwall]

[ One eye creaks open to look at him. The hell is he saying? Having flopped down like a dead fish onto her chair first, she's already way too wrapped up in the Sandman's embrace. ]

Shbruaplkg.

[ Yes, what came out of her mouth was total gibberish. The eye she'd opened has already closed again, the lid dropping like a rock after the extreme effort it took to open it. If she had more of her mind about her, she'd realize something was up beyond the familiar effects of being dosed with aphro. But then, why is he suddenly so sleepy, too?

Her chest rises and falls in exaggerated movements, giving him a good parting view while she's putting up one last fight against the heavy weight of tiredness. One hand jerks to her lower abdomen to clutch it as well, because the exhaustion's done nothing to quench the insatiable to need to plant herself on the muscled body nearby. She whimpers quietly, legs shifting, aiming to get one off the chair. If anything, she'd love to yell at him for his idea of suggesting they sit. Let her pass out in the sand like a normal person!

One by one, each limb slackens, and she's out.

...For a minute. Monika blinks rapidly, then sits up in confusion. The first thing she notices is that the sky looks trippy as hell. Right, so. This is probably her brain in the process of getting fried. Cool, cool. Now she gets to be the idiot who got a new life and wasted it because she wanted to be cute on the beach. She huffs, kicking off her tennis shoes--such an impractical kind of shoe for the beach--then each thigh-high follows, also equally impractical. There. Some relief.

Except not.

She spots him out of the corner of her eye. Immediately, a different kind of heat sears her skin all over again, timed with the sharp burning sensation between her shoulder blades. No thoughts are in that head of hers. It's only Ragna, the only focus of her hallucinatory dive into death.

Regardless of if he's awake yet, she crosses the small space between them and straddles his hips, sighing in satisfaction once she can drag her fingers over his chest. As they press in, heading towards his shoulders instead, she leans down over him, joining the exposed parts of her sweaty skin with his. Soon, her face hovers above, heavy breaths blowing over his mouth. ]

Hey.

[ If he's not awake, guess what? She's going for a slap. If he is? Believe it or not, she's going for a slap. Her dying moments are going to be utilized to the fullest, to take down the person who got her into this mess.

After she fucks his brains out, anyway. ]

[ratratrat]

Magical-? [Disbelief cuts off intelligible words for a cackle.]

There are probably some people out there who'd use it for that. Yeah. I fuckin' guess.

Listen, even if I had a b- [A snicker, because this is ridiculous.] -a little baggie, I wouldn't need it.

[The sound of clothing rustling follows, hand dipping into swimsuit.] Nothin' comes out.

[OOC: its either vampires cum blood or shoot blanks and I took that second option because crying and jizzing the same substance is too much for me]

[snakelace]

[ Irritating how wonderful that one tentacle feels, how it’s making him wonder just how many more would feel…

Really, if only he could extricate Kleken from this equation… ]

What—What are you—

[ That embarrassing gasp of pleasure could just as well be from the way the tentacle is probing at his ear as though it means to reach into his mind and tenderly caress his secrets…or it might’ve had something to do with the way Kleken’s now sunk to his knees like a ship vanishing into the horizon, stripping away his swimsuit until there’s nothing standing in the way of Kleken’s extremely rude assault—

Thankfully, he has healing magic. Not that he’s even thinking of using it right now when he’s growing ever harder and Kleken seems intent on teasing him every which way, until…what? Until he begs? His fingers card through Kleken’s hair as the latter ravages at his thighs like the sea monster he truly is, Baizhu just barely managing to hold back a whimper that might very well turn into a full-blown plea if this keeps up… ]

[blastedass]

[Ironically, surprise prevents another growling retort. Either this guy's really fucking perceptive or he's a lucky bastard that gave him a matching nickname based on his attitude. Wouldn't be the first time, considering Kirishima called him Blasty McSplode at one time... Damn Hedgehog Hair.]

Don't look so stunned, dammit.

[Hiyori's gaping at him like he saw a bunch of fairies fly out of a tree hollow. Or whatever shit guys like him associate with being surprised. Something sparkly and full of cheer. Gross. "Spiral" and "weather" are certainly not the inspirations for the "Parrot" name Hiyori's now going by in Bakugo's nickname habit.

And technically a weather spiral is a fucking TORNADO OR HURRICANE!! Who the hell associates those natural disasters with things like sunshine and super blasts? Well, 'super blast' is up in the air. Anyways... Bakugo scowls at the hand.]

You talk way too much. [He didn't need the exposition. But reluctantly takes the offered grip for a quick shake. Once and done.] Why're you named after a tropical storm?