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

[lieabilities]

[ The seagulls are his natural enem- ]

I'm afraid I've just started on this task. Though if you have the time, I could use the help.

[ He's just as quick to cover the truth about his own situation with a partial lie, presenting an innocence in his words and tone as he lays out his next request. It'd be far less of a pain to deal with those damned seagulls if he had someone distracting them for him, after all. ]

[schmisse]

The skies of Remnant are a little different.

[ Maybe it's because of how solemn the night is, but it's making her a bit more talkative than usual. A bit more sociable than usual. It's somehow a lot easier to talk about things out of this world, as it gives her the chance to forget that she's stuck in a place like this. ]

Our moon isn't even like the one you see, even if that one is fake. It's shattered, so you can see some of its broken pieces floating in the sky during certain phases.

The stars? Some of them are probably dead. Though I don't really know if dead stars exist. I've just heard about them in fairy tales.

[ So if the sky wasn't broken, then maybe she would know more. Maybe she'd have better stories to share. Alas.

There's a pause on her end, a bit of hesitation, because she isn't sure if she should carry on. Her companion has been friendly enough, however, so it boosts her confidence and her curiosity. ]

What is it like, being able to travel across the stars?

fruit skewers!

[belheir]

[Oh yes, he knows those fruits. He'd been almost waylaid by them the other month when they'd first made their appearance. That being said, he did also just watch her absolutely pound them back and then lick up the juice.

Oh dear.

The absolutely lanky teen that she's just questioned isn't wearing anything too special. Just a pair of solid blue swim trunks, though his torso and upper arms are littered with various scars. Scratch marks, bite marks with too many teeth to have been from a normal animal, and a nice fist sized scar centred in the middle of his chest that's healed particularly unevenly.

That being said, he just looks mildly concerned for her.]

Uh. Did anyone tell you the name of the fruit on those skewers...?

[This lady is about to learn a very important lesson, isn't she.]

[lieabilities]

[ His low chuckle in return is laced with amusement, a gentle easing up on the 'trustworthy' appearance he'd just been presenting. Though it's greatly amusing when an individual falls for his friendlier personas, it's simply more fun when someone doesn't. ]

It wouldn't be a trick. I'd simply show you the numerous benefits so that you'd actively request for them.

[ Who could say no to tentacles? ]

[wray]

[ Maybe she could've swam in the other direction... But alas, she's here in his bathroom now, and so he can only try to figure out what happened. Her answer is so outrageous that it's not entirely surprising given the nature of this place. ]

I see. Do you remember your last location before you ended up here?

[ Maybe they can complain to the resort staff about it. At least, he certainly will. ]

[softstoneheart]

Sure thing.

[ she starts guiding them away from the beach, down a path leading to... a rainforest?

Topaz seems unfazed, expecting this, even as strange as it appears. Birds sing, flitting from tree to tree and soaring overhead. Some recognize her as a human who feeds them fruit, so they trail along in anticipation. ]

This is The Vale. There's cafes and places to grab bites to eat tucked all over this place, and a river that runs through it.

[gracile]

Mm. Revenge just makes you do some really stupid things, doesn't it?

[No offense meant.

Okay, some offense meant.] I think, by the end, I really just felt... bad about it. You didn't have to be the way you were.

[Haru sighs.] I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. You're just a dream.

[She hasn't figured out what's going on here.]

[air_head]

[The fruit explodes in her mouth, leaving the pulp to disintigrate over her tongue at its leisure. Two streaks of juice trickle treacherously along the corners of her lips, leaving one trail to drip down Shi Qingxuan's chin, and then her collarbone.

What a mess.]

Excuse me! [Not that she seems much bothered, wiping at one side of her mouth with the back of her hand. On the bright side, it's not as if she's wearing much to be stained at this point, not that laundry has ever been specifically Shi Qingxuan's problem. That's for other people to worry about.]

How did you luck out with so many anyway?

[befehl]

( Sunday is one stubborn man after all, so reason will not get through to him. Even if there is a small light in the end of this reality, Mr. Gopher Wood simply him meant well all those years ago.

Sunday feels a frown creep on, watching Six losing his masked gaze in the distance. Sunday doesn’t press any further, he knows better than to do so.

Yet he reaches out to his shoulder, a daring move for all that it’s worth. He hopes he can sense the comfort of it, if Sunday’s words are useless to give him any reassurance then perhaps touch will. )

Then that aside, we should investigate the faceless crowds and try to find a way out of this realm. Did you also receive a room upon entering this beach?

[defendog]

I believe you.

[ without out a doubt, hung knows that aak is probably blameless this time around. other times? less so. both eyes don't need to strain to know what's rattling around in that box; it smells like fried potatoes so that's what it must be. thanks, perro nose. ]

Other than that, have you been behaving? [ he laughs as he, oddly enough, feels very much at ease. maybe it's because he's used to defending others that working by himself... or being by himself for any period of time makes him feel uneasy. ]

[endyourstory]

I -

[ oh. she'd almost forgotten. of course it was something Sirin thought about regularly, but for kiana the memories were hazy and dull, especially in this place where finality doesn't exist to pull all the myriad pieces of The Girl That Is K-423 together into one coherent narrative of self.

so just like before the end of her story, it's only in moments like these where emotions and words remind her of those things "she" wasn't around for that she remembers. memories wash over her, and the feeling of stelle's breath on her ear and her girlfriend's warmth and closeness help all serve to make it that much more intense. kiana bites her lip and leans forward, burying her face in stelle's neck. her hands grope roughly, thumbs brushing over nipples through fabric, and while her voice doesn't carries only half the menace and none of the regal weight to it that it does when she's fully in the role of the queen of the void, the words still ring familiar as soft and muttered into stelle's skin as they are: ]

Try your hardest, worm.

[ and then she just giggles, undercutting any threatening aura she might've had. it's all airy whimsy and breathy, giddy arousal. ]

You're the one who gets to explain it to Mei if you manage, though!

[unionized]

[Most people, if asked to identify the most romantic thing that had left Tseng's mouth just now, would gravitate towards that last vow, that tell me you want it and it's yours. Not so for Rufus, for whom hearing a phrase like that from Tseng just means that it's a day ending in Y; of course anything he wants is his, of course Tseng will give it to him. Tseng would deliver him the world, if Rufus weren't so personally invested in doing it himself.

No, the thing that gives him hazy pause is what comes before it. And maybe he's only saying so because of the influence of the dream, or maybe he's only saying so because Rufus told him to say that too, but the fact remains that — that Rufus gets to hear the words I would love it breathed into the sliver of space left between them, and gets to choose to believe it for just a little while.

That's what he wants, he realizes. Hearing it appeases something that's been boiling up inside of him, smooth as velvet in the way it strokes it back down into complacency. He wants to be loved in full view of the memory of the man who was supposed to and didn't.

His father would hate that. Tseng doesn't think about what the former President Shinra would hate, but Rufus does.]

Do it just like you said. With your hands on me. Holding me.

[...down, that phrase was supposed to be holding me down, but it's not like the nuance matters. Tseng knows how to finish his sentences for him, anyway.]

I want to see you love every minute of it. You understand, right? That love of yours, it's mine. You'll have this because you're mine.

[In dreams, at least, he can have it that way. Under the influence of a fully activated suit, he can act on it. It's such a rush, such an indulgence, that his pupils dilate and the color rises higher in his cheeks, a little breathless as he drags his fingers along Tseng's back and rocks in to press up flush against him.]

Consider this authorization of discretion. Now stop holding back; whatever you take is what I want.

[hasode]

[ she wouldn't be able to live it down if she didn't at least look acceptable by her own standards. putting together an impromptu beach outfit is about the closest thing she has for a coping method here.

she's heard enough about wriothesley from navia to have something to work with, now that she's in his presence. of course, being in a sex resort likely changes things, but that's all part of the fun, isn't it? ]

I'm a designer, Wriothesley. [ she leans back in her seat, delicately crossing one leg over the other. ] Eyeing your assets is part of what I do.

[ she means "your" in the general sense, of course. or does she? ]

[silversunshine]

Not rude at all Lunafreya or.... shall I call you Luna when we're alone? [He shoots her a reckless grin, feeling bolder than usual. This is a dream. This HAS to be a dream. If so then... What happens in a dream stays in the dream and, in a deep shame-filled part of himself, this is hardly the first time he's fantasized of her. Besides, Noct isn't here and he would want Prompto take care of her in his absence, right? Even if it's a flimsy excuse he can't help but grab hold of it. Anything for Noct and, just like back then, he would do anything to please Lunafreya.]

Well then, dear maiden, your shade awaits! And don't worry, I'm the last person to be bothered by rudeness. When we relax you can take off whatever you want. I won't mind.

[A nervous laugh escapes and, before they can move on, he uses a free hand to brush some of the sweat away from its path towards her eyes. He's not sure where this impulsive need to touch her comes from but it's like he just can't get enough. A red flush spreads across his cheeks, not entirely owed to the heat from the sun, and he tugs her forward towards the shade of a parasol he could have sworn was not in sight just moments before. His fingers glide down her arm to intertwine their fingers together and, emboldened in the heat and his need to touch, he raises their locked fingers to brush his lips across the back of her hand. Carefully he twists their wrists so he can kiss her pulse, blue eyes looking up at her through his lashes to check on her.]

[unionized]

[Protip: you don't have to have good manners when you own the world!

That said, while he's still trying to figure out what criteria exactly the resort is using in making its rank and suit determinations, he's at least willing to bet that "sitting around watching someone die right in front of him" probably doesn't do a lot to endear one to the resort, being as they are a lot more concerned with "little deaths" than the major ones. So for all that he's not helping, he's also not ignoring, either — and he relaxes subtly when she seems to get herself sorted on her own, content with the recognition that he's not actually going to have to go over there and intervene.

(Just wait for the butt fireworks, those will be fant-ass-tic.) ]

That does seem to be the state of things. With this much of an emphasis, I suspect they'll frown on anyone who doesn't get in line and play along.

[Because wouldn't it suck for poor Furina if she had to behave according to external expectations for an extended period of time, playing along for fear of nonspecific consequences! Wouldn't that be something, all right.]

But think of it this way. Projecting nonsense like that is an attempt to fluster you. Are you going to let them?

[dreamunchained]

I've never been on a vacation before, maybe it'll even be kinda fun.

[Who was she, to doubt Stelle's confidence and panache? She's just so sure of what she's saying!]

No, not yet. I've just been sort of wandering and observing... that's how I found you.

[befehl]

( Talk about precise. If only the staff back in the Reverie Hotel answered his questions so accurately.

The atmosphere is so realistic here, and unlike the Dreamscapes in Penacony, he doesn’t have to calibrate to freely move through it. There’s no sensation of sinking or getting warped between the laws of physics.

The chirps of birds take his attention away for a brief moment, and he becomes idle as he listens. His wings twitch and spread wider as if it helps the sound travel right to his ears— like a domed theater. )

Three months isn’t long. The time must go by fast with all these… amenities.

( He watches a bird fly away from one of the chairs. )

Whatever you get for yourself, it’s fine with me also.

And water, of course.

iv. scavenger hunt

[air_head]

What? You still need more stuff?

[Shi Qingxuan sounds saltier than she normally would, the breezy Wind Master in a less charitable mood, for once. A second glance would show her dressed in two mismatched halves of a bikini, having lost the original top to another scavenger hunt challenge earlier in the day. This one is a couple of sizes too small and the straps are already leaving lines along her back and shoulder.]

With everything you have there, you should have completed this whole thing already.

[theidlemaiden]

[ What word do she use to encompass a collective resort's penises and boobs? ]

Do you think they modelled them off people's...parts?

[ That feels right, at least for the context. And maybe it's something she should be concerned about in the future. There's a contemplative little sip from her fancy little straw. Just because she's only drinking water doesn't mean it can't be fun. ]

But I suppose I shouldn't be really that surprised considering what I've learned about this place.

[ Her gaze skips back to the young woman sitting beside her. ]

Have you been here long?

swim up to the bar.

[dianxie]

[ Having observed the effects of the drinks before selecting one, Xie Lian surfaces from his underwater excursion after breathing down there for a good ten minutes and picks up his white sarong from where he left it, absently tying it back in place over white speedos. The bar is a mini respite if he keeps to himself and orders another drink (and more importantly, utterly blanks the mermaids), so when he hears an unexpected voice addressing him, he turns in surprise.

His eyes widen as he finds himself looking at none other than one of his husband's lovers. After a moment's pause, he glances down at his drink and remembers its name. ]

It's called 'Holding Onto Summer', it lets you breathe underwater. The others have dubious effects, but this one is ... relatively harmless.

[ He orders a third, this time for Nami, and busies himself tucking his wet hair behind his ears to check it isn't sticking up anywhere weird. ]

[thisclockworkheart]

[ The other player gives him an appraising look, his eyes lingering over the shape tenting his skimpy beachwear with interest, when he gives a yelp, brusquely knocked aside by a (perhaps familiar) young man with a rusty steel left arm, whose attention remains firmly fixed on— ]

It's really you.

[ As neutral as his freckled expression is, it's the doll-like blue eyes that project his surprise. Opening his mouth again to speak — surely to let spill all manner of questions that he's likely brimming with about his long absence — he pauses, taking him in.

The condition Eiden is in, specifically, and the man shooting him resentful looks as he rubs his arm where he'd been shoved. The polite thing to do is apologize and retreat, let Eiden get back to whatever was brewing between him and the other player.

But it's human to be selfish, and if he lets him out of his sight, Eiden might be gone again, this time for good. ] We should catch up, Eiden, [ he more than figuratively edges out the other player, closing the distance between himself and Eiden.

Pinocchio is dressed in a breezy, sheer white shirt knotted just above a navy blue men's bikini that does little to preserve his modesty (or conceal the heft of his package). It's not the most of him that Eiden's ever seen, thanks to the communal bath in the resort basement. ]

Talk. ...Among other things. [ He says, pinching the hem of Eiden's open robe, pulling at it as his finger and thumb drag down towards his hip. The puppet's unsubtle implication is punctuated by a fleeting glance, a silent plea. ]

III

[expereiment]

[rei is staring in light disinterest at the "game" he's been chosen for. he supposes he'll have to play, despite not really wanting to play at all. he wants to be tied to a fuck pillory to be used by everyone even less. he doesn't need to play these games in order to get cum samples, after all, which would be his main interest in the fuck pillory.

he looks up from his watch when he's spoken to - a pretty young woman with long curly hair stands before him, her smile and disposition seemingly quite friendly and charming. he glances back at his watch and decides working with someone else will make short work of this entire list, and he wants to get it over with as soon as possible.

he is wearing a tiny speedo... but with an open button up shirt because even if they can't get sunburnt, the heat on his pasty pale shoulders is too much for him. he's got a big floppy hat on for similar reasons. he turns his own smile at her - though it comes off as more of a smirk because that's just how his face works. he's got bad resting bitch face.]

Sure. I'd rather avoid the punishment for losing, but I don't want to spend all day on this either. So this works in our favor.

[he looks down at the list of items and raises an eyebrow.]

All right- one cup of cum. Easy enough.

yohohoho ⛵

[theidlemaiden]

[ With Goneril being a landlocked state, the number of times that Hilda has been on a real sailing boat has been a ground total of zero. She's seen them of course bobbing gracefully at the port of Derdriu, but there hadn't really been time to beg someone to take her out on one. So of course it stands to reason that the pleasure boats here are a point of curiosity.

There's no way she's getting into one on her own though. Her imagination is active, but she's not delusional enough to think that she can sail one of these on her own, and she has no appetite for getting into a row boat. Work? No thanks.

Luck seems to be on her side though. The young woman's smile is nothing short of infectious and her confidence is convincing enough for Hilda to think that she knows what she's doing. And nothing is more attractive on a person than confidence.

Without further prompting or invitation she begins to make her way aboard. ]

As long as you don't mind me not knowing how to sail. I've never been on a boat before.

[dreamunchained]

[Firefly returns her gaze to the stars same as he and takes in a soft and level breath, holding it for just a moment before releasing it.]

There's nothing I value more than being able to be uniquely myself.

[She spent quite some time with a lack of a sense of self, and a lack of individuality beyond the small little things she and the others could do to try to claim a semblance of uniqueness in a world where their names weren't more than a string of numbers. One part of a larger, grander whole, one of many with a face just like hers. Not anymore, though.

...With that, the opportunity to latch on to the chance to switch the conversation to being one about Robin is a welcome one, and she perks up ever so slightly.]

You and Miss Robin seem very close. I have to admit, I'm a big fan... her music really speaks to me.

[theidlemaiden]

[ Oh this build? It's all a facade. She definitely wouldn't be able to lift Weiss up onto her shoulder much less tackle a muscly seagull to the ground and wrestle him or her for their feathers. As far as Hilda is concerned, these arms of her are noodles. That very well might be thrown out the window depending on how this plays out though.

The point is that tackling sounds like work and she's done enough work in her lifetime. Distraction though? That's her bread and butter. ]

I might be able to.

[ Without waiting for another prompt she's off, confidently walking towards the seagull - until she collapses on the sand with a damsel in distress cry. It's enough to draw the attention of the lifeguard in question which in turn only encourages her. Tears immediately begin welling up in her eyes as they make their way off the stand with a honk. ]

My ankle! I'm so clumsy - do you think you could take a look?