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

[wholefoods]

[Pinch, hm? Well...

Between viewing him as Kafka, and loosening up thanks to the alcohol, Ashiro finds herself compelled. So this time Narumi will find his personal bubble intruded upon as the Captain pinches his cheek.]

I suppose it doesn't work when someone else pinches you, either.

opens my arms hello again

[unionized]

["Desk on the Beach" sounds like a really bad homebrew variation of another popular drink, possibly the kind that gets you so sloshed you end up facedown in the nearest horizontal surface. Or that makes even going to work on a Monday morning sound appealing.

Regardless, the mention of his father makes him smile a little, the emotions interwoven through that particular remark blunted by the effects of the dream and of his suit being in full force both. Maybe another time he might've bristled; now, the assessment is just amusing because it's hardly wrong.]

Mm. Clever you.

[Nothing but daddy issues the whole way around, here.]

He'd hate seeing it go up in ashes. But he'd hate a lot of things we might do to it, in general.

[wray]

[ Her pointing out his ears makes them twitch wildly. He's mostly feeling embarrassed, because he doesn't know how he should answer that beyond just stating the facts: ]

... I'm not a cat. [ Of course, most people won't believe that given how his ears look. ] But I suppose I can see how they'd be similar.

[ He'll agree with that much, at least. Anyway. ]

That's the only one I can recognize. The others keep... shifting.

[ Maybe that's how they can see each other's constellations? ]

[defendog]

[ still counts. ]

It's definitely better than the alternative, right?

[ he won't get spanked without a fight but for some reason, he doubts he'll have a choice in the matter. same way they got him in a bunk bed, same way they disarmed him, etc. ]

I guess. Not going to complain as long as it counts.

this is what the hsr writers would've wanted

[waged]

( so whose room is it?????? )

I don't think it matters that much, does it? Unlike last time, ( because the deja vu is absolutely insane right now ) there's more than just one bed.

( penacony sleepover but... isn't penacony actually genuinely a big sleepover party? )

Why don't we all share it? Did either of you have any belongings?

[orobashi]

Mmm... that won't do at all.

( It was clear from the chaos surrounding the bungalows that there had been incidents of overbooking. Whoever was dealing with the management of it all had truly fumbled, and it was these so-called "guests" that had to deal with the aftermath of it. Kokomi defaults to trying to solve it in her own head. A number of beds, a number of guests, a solution of bed sheets on floors and whether or not fairness should cause rotations of beds, or if the bed rotations would only be worse, and—

This is not Watatsumi Island. She has no power in how anyone does anything here, no say in the management, no ability to truly solve the overall problem. And so, after taking a slow, deep breath, she nods to herself. )

I do have somewhere to sleep, in fact. ( Somewhere crowded, full of others, and completely horrible to deal with for someone who wants an isolated, private space with no one else to bother her. But— ) And there can be room for you, as well, if you'd accept my offer. The sea should be somewhere comfortable, somewhere to relax and be one with your thoughts... I hate to think of what you might think of it if you're forced to sleep out here as your only choice.

What do you think? I know we've only just met, but...

i

[lieabilities]

[ Unfortunately for Vash, he's just bumped into someone with the appearance of a pale white stick ready to fall over at the slightest knock. He doesn't actually fall at Vash's bump, supported by a quick tentacle digging itself into the ground to support him, but he does delicately pat at his chest where a bruise can be seen peeking out from under his shirt. ]

[ A bruise he just illusioned on to quickly give himself an excuse from avoiding getting volunteered for this task. Sorry, Vash. ]

I'm afraid I'm much too delicate for such a thing. I bruise quite easily.

I.A

[endyourstory]

[ Kiana looks up from the plate of food she was happily scarfing down, up at Acheron. In a very short timeframe, several thoughts cross her mind and they all show on her face in the way her expression changes with each one:

Woah, she's hot.
She looks like she'd kill someone? That's pretty hot, too.
Ugh, this is my room and I'm busy! Why are people being so annoying?
It's pretty nice that there's so many people around, though...
Seriously! She's hot!!
Wait a minute, is that -

The last expression is one of dawning recognition, with a hope-filled sparkle in her eyes - she tenses like she's about to just jump up and tackle Acheron, but she apparently thinks better of it at the last second in favour of just slowly squeaking out a name. ]

Mmmmmmmmei?

[malpwactice]

[Aak stares with wide eyes as Hung decks one of the lifeguards. He's delighted, of course, but it's still wild to see the defensive violence. He knows what Hung is capable of. He's just also more used to thinking of those arms lifting pots, pans, and wrenches.]

I 'unno! [even when the threat is gone, Aak doesn't bother to descend from where he's perched. One leg slung over Hung's shoulder, one hand braced on his head...]

I didn't even do anything this time! Probably!

[He shakes his container of fries. Did he miss a "No Food" sign? What shitty beach wouldn't allow food...]

outis | limbus company | new

[nobodyhome]

1. those who pound sand (SFW)

Pah! Nothing I haven’t seen before. [ These seagull heads, Outis means. She doesn’t take the time to elaborate, but Outis has had to wrestle a whole raw chicken off of her co-worker’s head once. ] I wonder if their heads are removable, too?

[ Outis scoffs, in an obvious Mood. Her arms are crossed, looking hot underneath the scorching beach sun. She hasn’t yet changed into any swimwear, partly because this is all ridiculous and she refuses to. She is instead gearing her energy towards running the beach like it’s the navy.

And when she spots someone being picked on by these vultures—that is, these gulls—she opts to yell at them instead of helping. ]

Don’t let yourself be bested, soldier! Stand up and fight!

[ It’s a bizarre sight to behold for anyone who is walking by, or perhaps the one she is suddenly yelling at to fight back against these flexing tyrants! ]

2. a show of strength (SFW)

[ Outis goes a little red in the face once she finds out the conditions for breaking open the watermelons. Not because she’s embarrassed. It’s because she’s absolutely furious. And maybe a little humiliated, yes, but she won’t admit that!

It is in large part due to the fact that she had not been aware that one had to break the watermelon using their bottom, and had very confidently strode up to the tarp, even telling someone on her way up that this would be a simple task for her, all with a confident smirk on her face.

The thing is, it still would be an easy task for her. Outis is muscled and toned as a military veteran of the Smoke War, even in her older age. But she is not willing to sacrifice her dignity for this victory. ]

Are you laughing? [ Outis practically barks at the first person she sees, whether they’re laughing at her or not as she steps down from the tarp. ] Wipe that smirk off your face this instant!

3. swim up to the bar (potentially NSFW)

[ Outis’ interest had admittedly been at least a little piqued by the promise of beautiful mermaids. The mermaids from where she came varied, but they were mostly wretched things, beautiful or not—why had she foolishly expected this place to be any different? She’d been near-scandalized when one of those fishy abominations waggled their long, smooth legs at her, scoffing and ignoring them as she took her drink.

Of course, the drink was also strange.

Outis only has one Seaberry Floradora before she realizes she feels… off. But there’s a dissonance there, between herself and her awareness, like she just can’t reel herself back in. And the damned fish abomination is in her ear, telling her to have another.

Outis sighs, running a hand through her bangs. She feels oddly suffocated. ]

…Unbelievable.

[ Is she murmuring this to herself, or because someone’s just sat next to her at the bar? When she glances over, though—

If your character is a woman, Outis will lean out to brush a lock of hair from their face, looking a bit dazed, before pulling her hand back with a startle. WHY... DID SHE DO THAT. ]

You—looked like someone else.

[ And if your character is a man, you’ll be on the receiving end of a sharp glare, paired with: ] Were there really no other places for you to sit? Do I look like I’m in the mood for a chat?

4. wildcard + ooc notes

( hello! new player + character here; my name’s isa! as for outis here, she is in her mid 40’s ~ early 50’s and an absolute bastard military war veteran. she is OTA for gen threads, but f/f only when it comes to all things shippy and smutty. for smut i generally prefer her partners to be 21+.

if there’s a prompt you’re interested in that’s not listed in my top-level here, feel free to PM me on this account and we can discuss something that works for us!

also, outis is wearing this in the last two prompts. her canon dad fit!!! )

[softstoneheart]

Seriously? You don't have to do that. These just came with the outfit.

[ she didn't expect anything in return, and doesn't want to take something that belongs to someone else. ]

So don't worry about it.

[malpwactice]

i promise you will have no idea why theyre actin that way

i also take requests!

[you know, in case Akechi catches Someone Special with his invitation]

outis | limbus company

[nobodyhome]

TDM link!!! 💚

[blumenthal]

[ Of course he wants something. Caleb rarely does anything without reason, this offer included. It just so happens that tonight what he says and what he wants are the same. He's been here half a year now, and in that time he's found that there's always something to be learned from recent arrivals, and it can be worthwhile to gauge their thoughts about their shared predicament early on. He's also a curious man by nature, and though he would resist describing himself this way, generally inclined toward kindness when possible.

More times than he'd care to count, he's been the one edging up to a stranger with a stilted observation. Extending a little grace now that he's on the other side is just paying back what he owes. ]

I was with a friend, but they turned in for the night and I stayed for the fireworks. [ Wryly, he adds, ] There is also half a foot of water on the floor in my room, so the less time spent there the better.

[ Gods, he's so tired. It's always something. ]

Do you like the ocean, or is this just adding insult to injury for you?

[ Being forced to bunk on the beach on top of recently arriving, he means. He has a very good memory, and he takes note of faces. Rufus is unfamiliar. ]

[wray]

[ Sunday seems convinced regardless of what Six will say, so he drops the matter. It's not his business anyway.

And many would prefer to look at Six's face, but he chooses to hide it out of courtesy. You grow up surrounded by people calling you a monster that it simply becomes your truth, so he'll spare everyone else the trouble of having to put up with that. Sometimes it's hard to see beauty when there is none to find in oneself. ]

Because it's the truth. There's nothing much more than that.

[ He looks towards the pastel shores. It reminds him a lot of idyllic days, but right now they barely bring him any comfort. Maybe if he keeps his answers limited, Sunday will lose interest in their current topic. ]

[unionized]

[Tseng holds back, asks permission; Rufus is the one with the privilege to take what he wants. But look at him, the way his advance isn't quite as smooth as his usual gait would be, the way his muscles are rigid like a string pulled taut and threatening to snap. Well-trained, he thinks, and the analogy is strangely warming to contemplate, simmering an odd sort of affection that seems to fill his chest like Tseng is filling out the front of his swim trunks.]

You don't have to ask me that.

[He sits up a little, putting Tseng's new proximity to good use, but it isn't the expanse of his bared chest that he goes for — it's that place just under his ear, where he can slide his fingers through thick dark hair and curl against the curve of his head, almost the way he would cup Darkstar's muzzle beneath her chin when he was feeling particularly indulgent.]

Well. Unless you like it when I keep you on a tight leash.

[Slowly, slowly, he pulls his hand back, and makes a subtle gesture in the air that Tseng is sure to recognize — it's one of his nonverbal commands, the precise sort that Darkstar knows to obey.]

Go on. Speak.

Ragna the Bloodedge | BlazBlue | 3 of ♦️ (Current)

[belialedge]

Sun's Out Guns Out

Those Who Pound Sand • SFW

[ To say that the lifeguards creep one particular beachgoer the hell out would be the grossest understatement. Declining them off the jump to get changed into swimwear was already enough of a chore that grates on his nerves. He's fine! If anything, he's better equipped for the beach than most guests may be off the jump, having already long since purchased an appropriate ensemble for the crystalline sands and pristine ocean blues that await everyone. If there's one saving grace of being forced out of his own suite and into a bungalow, it's that he's closer to the royal floors from here; at least he still has access to his spare bedroom in Weiss' newly anointed manor of a suite.

That didn't just erase all of the Grim Reaper's problems, however, as he is still just a step above that Diamond in the Rough he'd come to be called upon arriving. Anybody who was low rank? Was a target. ]



Would you all just PISS OFF ALREADY?!? [ He's only just gotten here proper, tugged and pulled at by hands and monstrosity of beaks as the gulls yell and scream at him for his waffle coned ice cream. ] Goddamn beefy ass, big-titted gull faced FREAKS I'm about to defeather your sorry asses—

[ And don't think he won't do it, either. The crowd of gulls have about five seconds before Ragna starts throwing fists. Fists that are a miracle for that they haven't started flying already. But they very well may start about now. Because his cone gets slapped out of his hand by one of the bullying seagull lifeguards, the cookies & cream splatting into the sand, unrecoverable. The tension in Ragna's shoulders builds, hands balling into fists and the vein on his forehead about to pop. ]

Oh you motherf—

Strip Volleyball • SFW

[ We now interrupt your regularly scheduled BlazBlue for...Dead or Alive? You and Mr. Ragna the Bloodedge over here have now been challenged by the resort's staff. In other words, on the other side of the volleyball net, are a pair of oiled up, muscly and curvy lifeguards with Seagull heads. It's time for a ~SPECIAL CHALLENGE~! Welcome to Strip Volleyball! The rules are simple. You and your partner must defeat the talented duo that is the gulls in a game of beach volleyball! For every rally lost, one player must strip themselves of one article of clothing, or forfeit the game! The first team to strip the other of all their clothes is the winner!

If you win, each of you will receive a MEDIUM PAYOUT!

Good luck and work up a sweat, everyone! ]

[ The muscular gull flexes their muscles, striking a pose that causes their oiled up pecs to bounce. The gull wearing a two piece bikini blinks back at Ragna and his partner with its beady little eyes, purposefully stretching their arms behind their freakish bird noggin which only accentuates their juicy breasts. ]



[ As Ragna mouths "what the fuuu..." ]

Daydream Parasols • NSFW

[ Between impromptu rounds of volleyball, trying to smash his ass over a watermelon blindfolded and the chaotic scramble from the first time he came up here and got harassed by the freaky lifeguards with gulls for heads, to say that Ragna was getting tired would be a gross understatement. Before the hidden nature of the lounge chairs even has a chance spread their influence unto him, fatigue causes his shoulders to droop as he threads his hand through wild spikes of white hair. With a wide yawn, they're looking increasingly tempting, especially since the large umbrella overcasting them keeps the "sun" off those who would be reclining. ]

The hell's come over me? [ YAWN. ] Damn, I'm sleepy.....

[ Well? It doesn't look like these were occupied by anyone. He doesn't see leftover drinks or signs that they've been used. No one else is around...so maybe it wouldn't hurt to get some proper alone time for himself as he crawls onto one of the chairs. Rolling onto his back, he gazes up at the clear blue skies as the sound of seagulls, waves rolling along the pure sandy shoreline, and guests partying and laughing become faded afterthoughts in his mind. Already, his eyelids feel about as heavy as the rest of his limbs do as he deliberates whether he was more exhausted than he thought. Was he giving himself enough time to rest these days?? ]



Haa...

[ One slow blink. Two...and upon the third— ]
☁️☁️☁️
?!

[ Suddenly, Ragna is "wide awake", unaware that he's in a dream initially as all fatigue has now left his body. Damn. Did he really just need to lie down for a minute? Not even? Either way, he somehow finds himself questioning it less and less as he sits upright in his lounge chair, heaving a sigh that comes off a lot more heated than he wanted it to. And the sky is so...ethereal. Pastel clouds and sparkles across the sky. Is this what the resort's supposed to look like as the "sun" starts to go down? Either way, he doesn't appear to question it in the moment as he turns to look one way...then another way.

Until his mismatched gaze falls upon the person next to him on their own lounge chair. Whether he recognizes them or not, the question remains the same, ignoring the wild thrumming sensation in the centre of his chest— his diamond tattoo a deep and vivid shade of red. More vivid than it's ever been in his entire stay here at this resort. ]

Hey. [ A beat. ] How long was I out for?

Starlight on the Water

Across The Night Sky • SFW

[ Aaand after getting mortified AGAIN by goddamn fish heads on a pair of tits or beefy abs, he's since taken his Seaberry Floradora away from the swim-up bar to finish it off in the comfort of his own isolation. Isolation that may not be the best idea for Mr. Grim Reaper who finds himself seated on a large beach towel in the sand. Having already drank half of his admittedly tasty cocktail, the pensive look in his eyes slowly begins to shift. Except as he peruses the stars that kiss the sky whilst a warm sea breeze washes over him, his expression doesn't lift as he seeks out anything closer to home. No...the exact opposite. From pensive to morose, his tongue clicks when he realizes this wave of feelings coming over him. ]



Tch— What the hell's gotten into you? You've been just fine up to now, [ And he does have others here that he's come to count on. A lot has changed over the course of five months— so, so much. More than he may truly admit. ] So why do I suddenly feel so goddamn...

[ Memories of old stardust days wash through his conscience; days where simpler times meant taking care of his little sister or playing with his brother so he didn't get too jealous. Of waking up with flecks of sunlight through the foliage stirring him, all while Saya watches over him with a weak smile. Even more recent...putting up with Taokaka's antics and bottomless stomach. "Good Guy" this, "Rawrgna" that. The tears that dotted Noel's eyes after he gave up his left arm the first time for her. Everything that he grew soft over... ]

...alone?

[ Huh? When did Ragna have his gloved right hand up, reaching out for a sky that was so fake it should have been sickening? A frown mars his lips, drink half consumed but working its magic swimmingly. The feeling of loneliness clutches his chest tighter than before, heaving sighs on his own as if in an unspoken, pathetic excuse of calling for help without actually saying it. Although that may soon change the moment he lays eyes upon someone else. ]

Wildcard & Notes

( OOC; Hi there! Prefs & Kinks here! Ragna is 23, OTA with an m/f pref, and 17+ for smut. I'm also open for any other prompts and scenarios not listed above! He's also available for scavenger hunt requirements if your character needs/you'd like a thread around those. I'd also be interested in Gen & Spicy versions of The Beach Bunny Barbecue Bonanza!

For Daydream Parasols, Ragna is a Diamond suit, which means that various spicy content may include: Excess Precum/Cum, Multiple Orgasms, Little to No Refractory Period, Minor Physical Changes (larger cock), Aphrodisiac in Bodily Fluids, Lust, Touch Sensitive. A refresher on suit traits can be found here. If there are any traits you do NOT want to play with, let me know! I can play fast and loose with a lot of these and include/exclude any "nope"s if there are any. Otherwise, have fun. It's a dream. 💦

If there are prompts that you'd like to take a NSFW turn despite being marked as gen, ping me and let me know. I'm open with some discussion and planning! )

[starcinoma]

[ everyone. no exceptions, aventurine. she is imagining your ass with hooves right this second. ]

...that's one way to put it.

[ is she still bitter about needing to fix her entire comp and to handle a stupid aoe mechanic? no, absolutely not. am i? possibly. she shakes her head after a moment, finally returning to his first question. ]

It was for a friend. In the dream before this one- [ wait. hold up. ] -no, two dreams before this one. Before Penacony, even.

[ anywhere else, maybe she'd play her cards closer to her chest. if they were still navigating penacony's treacherous landscape, she'd keep aventurine exactly as close as she needed to keep an eye on him. but in a place like this... well. no harm in letting her guard down.

after all, it's not like the ipc can do anything in a dream. right? ]

Sandy Scavenging - a

[leavening]

[Hyunsu isn't exactly thrilled to be dragged into another one of the resort's games, but he's been here long enough now to know that resisting isn't necessarily the best idea. Perhaps especially when the tasks are relatively harmless. And he's pretty sure he doesn't have the patience for whatever act of humiliation the resort has in store if he fails.

He doesn't mind working with Nami, though. His impression of her is generally positive. She reminds him a little of some of the women he knew back home, which makes her easy to be around. He's also pretty sure she'll find a way to complete the tasks as efficiently as possible.

So far Hyunsu has...one pair of sunglasses. No feathers. No sandals. No anything else, really. He sighs.]

I still need five.

[Not off to a great start, if he's being honest with himself.]

[emeinator]

This place is shrouded in many mysteries. One can't unravel them without taking risks. [Though, she didn't exactly feel like she was in danger either. The resort felt like they wanted to take care of them in anyway possible, so while there was uncertainty in her fate, she didn't think that she was jumping to her demise either.] It seems that I've only found more questions than answers though.

[To her credit. When he mentions he's almost finished up, she moves to get out of the shower stall and give him room.

She should have maybe done that sooner, but at least she didn't see interested in checking him out or anything. She can respect a naked cyborg, obviously.]

Then I will wait outside for you. You can take your time, though. It seems there is a lack of urgency here. I think we'll be given ample time to grow accustom with our surroundings.

[belheir]

[...

Kazuya turns his head disdainfully.]

Like you've got enough staying power to fill a whole cup.

[It's a bad insult. There are Very Few People out there who could fill an entire cup!!! Diamonds, probably, but also Kazuya is unsure just how much he wants to let Akechi bite him.]

Hand over your swim trunks.

ii

[lieabilities]

[ His outer jacket is perfect for hiding behind, Furina will find, but what she might not have been expecting as much are the tentacles poking out from underneath said jacket to 'peer' at the imposter among them. This is their hiding spot! Ask permission first at least! ]

[ Kleken himself though will slowly glance behind himself at the smaller woman taking shelter there then forward once more, making a show of slowly scanning the local scenery. ]

Oh no. It seems she did.

[ He has no idea who she's talking about, but that's not going to stop him from outright lying to her. ]

[pyrolyzed]

[ This is truly dour-on-dour combat hours. ]

Yeah, I know you can actually do magic. You threatened me with it before. [ Guess who will hold grudges about it forever!!! ] That's not my point. I'm talking about how it looks. Like ... what's the point of this. Knowing your 'magical aptitude.' Isn't it just gonna be zero for most people who aren't like you.

a glimpse of home(sickness)

[theidlemaiden]

[ While Hilda hasn't been here nearly as long as the man on the other side of the bonfire, the pang of homesickness is no less intense. The feeling probably doesn't need any help from the seaberry gins she's had considering how fresh it is. Her head has been reeling with doubt that any of this is real and her heart aches with knowing that if what she does remember is true then that means a truth that not even drinks or a fun swirly straw can make her forget.

It's that same straw that she sips from again as her eyes begin to water for the umpteenth time. When was the last time she'd sat around a campfire like this? Probably not that long ago, she thinks. If time here worked the same as Fodlan then it had to have only been the night before. Whenever that had been she had been surrounded by friends, men and women that she had seen grown up with in Goneril. Despite the impossible task that lay ahead of them they had been optimistic about the fight ahead of them because they had had conviction and belief in their leader. The night had been filled with companionship and warmth even in the face of a daunting, terrifying force. And now? She was alone, surrounded by strangers with no idea of what to do next.

A voice draws her from her thoughts. Roughly she wipes any stray tears with the back of her hand, sniffling as softly as she can in an attempt to make her voice not sound thick or watery. ]

No - I just got here this morning. [ She can't help but let out a sound of amusement. ] I have to admit, it's reassuring to hear that none of this is just going to disappear by tomorrow morning. Although, is being here three months a good thing?

[emeinator]

[Acheron studies her face for a short moment, though she isn't sure what they mean. Some sort of adoration? If only she knew Kiana really is just thinking: woman hot.

No, instead, she's caught off-guard when she finally speaks. There are not many people who knows her name. It is a name that might eventually fall away like dust the longer it is buried into her memories and her past. It isn't a name she goes by, but is the one that holds so much of her being.

She closes her eyes before opening them again.]

How do you know my name? [No, more than that-] I'm sorry, but I'm not who you probably want me to be.