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

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[moedred]

[ don't mind this saber look-alike wearing an itty bitty bikini beneath an unzipped rash guard as she very nearly passes by with her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets. the tiny blonde backtracks in front of the shack, slowing to a stop to squint at that sussy ass sign with a very disturbed expression... ]

What the fuck?

[ mages are fucking weird. ]

[befehl]

I didn't mean to reveal any old wounds, I apologize. I did this sort of thing before, helping and guiding others through their pain. The living world is cruel enough and you don't seem like a person who deserves punishment.

( So what could have dragged this beautiful soul into this resort, to be put under all these activities with all these different people? He didn't answer his question about his husband but Sunday knows better than to ask again. He wants to, though, but he squeezes his hand instead while they swing in a pendulum. )

iv

[wingdoovers]

[ When Calhir approaches Falin, his eyes are already fixed on her. Well, that's probably true for many - her size is rather imposing, after all. But his curiosity carries a little more intent with it. She has scale and feather and wing, just like him. Perhaps she can be considered even more complete, with so much dragon in her. The similarity draws him in, even if he isn't sure if it leads him any further than right here, in front of her.

At her question, though, he puts a defensive hand on the waist of his swim trunks. It took him a long time to find a pair that was big enough and had a tail-hole, and he sees her little collection. He's not giving these up! ]

I like hunting, but you can't have these.

Bakugō Katsuki 💥 Boku no Hero Academia

[blastedass]

[*click on headers to open prompts*]

001. ▶ BEACHFRONT PROPERTY.

💥 ➊ IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

[Hazy... The sound of waves faintly in the distance call to his senses, dragging at him from the realm of sleep. Eyes flutter, a brief second of calm amid the random sheets- SHEETS?! No more calm! Fabric rustles in a flapping of sheets and sudden movement as the young man jolts upright in the bed, everything once atop him falling around his waist. His attention jerks left, then right, scanning the room in a rush. Where the hell is this place? What the hell is this place? No fires, no smoke, no ruined buildings, just the serene peace of a hotel room that looks way too beachy for anything familiar.

Is this death?

Fuck no! He's not dead! His heart's throbbing in his chest, but oddly there's no pain from what he previously had. Bakugo reaches up, touching at the side of his face. Nothing, no bandage or anything. He shoves out of the bed he's in and gets to his feet. A hospital. That's what this is. It has to be a fucking hospital. And yet, the more he takes in, the less likely that is. What hospital would have this kind of decoration?

OY! He instantly jerks the robe shut around his front, scowling at the flowing material and orange flower design. That's not a hospital robe either. There are bunk beds too, a miracle he didn't bash his head against the one above him. Is anyone in the opposing beds? If not, Bakugo's heading to the door to open it and head out into the hallway, robe tied around his waist to keep it shut and his modesty secure. Fucking weird... If he sees someone-]

Hey! [-he's yelling out to stop them.]

💥 ➋ THOSE WHO POUND SAND

[At least he got a proper swimsuit this time, dammit. A simple pair of orange boardshorts with black hems and a skull on the left leg. The hot beach sun is somewhat mitigated by the white button-down shirt left open on his chest, but he's mostly relying on the sunscreen. This place is fucked up. He went from the middle of a battle to a resort? He didn't even remember falling asleep! Just going on the offensive...]

FUCK OFF!! [Which doesn't seem to have changed at the moment. Anyone nearby is suddenly greeted with a loud, raucous sound of explosions, akin to grenades going off, and the squabbling of muscular gull-headed lifeguards locked in a combative tussle. Smoke and light burst out in vibrant fashion as Bakugo bounces off one blast after another, blitzing around in a smoke-trailing zigzag through the "flock" of gulls trying to vie for whatever's in his hand. Sand plumes upward as he shoots beneath a gull's legs and emerges from the mass like a volleyball player off a dive, only to blast against the beach below and vault foot over head to land on the sand again.] DO YOUR JOB AND DIE!!

[KA-BOOM!! A rattling second of firecrackers popping in his hand preludes a massive explosion pitched straight into the group, sending the lifeguards flying all over the place. It's at least enough to chase the bastards off, leaving Bakugo and his half-melted Popsicle alone in the sun.] Fucking birds...

002. ▶ FUN IN THE SUN.

💥 ➊ THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

[It's not like he's never been to a beach party before. Whether it was as a kid with his parents, or a birthday party for a childhood friend, or even as middle school field trip (however that worked). Antisocial as fuck doesn't mean he's not willing to go out and partake in a few things, even if Bakugo's wary about what's going on in this place. The beach looks almost too perfect, the white sand practically silken underfoot, aqua waves postcard picturesque, and the scent of a cookout- ... Okay so that part's more interesting. The signature is Flamin’ Hop Skewers, huh? If this place up and nabbed him here, with offerings, then hell if he's not going to take part in one or two things.]

Gimme two! [Slapping a hand on the counter, Bakugo glares at the man slaving away over the barbecue grill. A newcomer, he has no idea who this Steve guy is and has zero empathy for whatever plight's caught him up in the smoke.] Shut up! I don't need a damn warning! You said they're hot so they better be or you're dead! [That's false advertising at its worst! Bakugo grabs both skewers, holding them in one hand between his fingers like claws, and steps aside to let the next person in line go. Then bites a chunk of meat off one of them, sampling the flavor. Sweet and hot and-]

Heh! [He's all grins. Definitely didn't skimp on the spicy part.] Nice.

💥 ➋ DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

[Sportsmanship, huh? Bakugo tosses the volleyball up in the air a few times as the previous team rotates out. The sand's a mess beneath their feet from the prior game, including a few divots from a bodily crash, but that's the breaks. Sweat gleams in the sunlight as it trickles down his body, biceps hardening as he catches the ball between his hands and squeezes it in an intimidating show. His current team of four, self included, is already leading a strong 5 - 0 victory streak, and Bakugo's got no intention of letting that break any time soon.]

Get into position, dammit! We're gonna slaughter these idiots! [If you're on his team, Bakugo's automatically grabbed the captain spot and has proven his worth in both physical prowess and tactical skill. Still, if you've also proven you're a quality teammate, expect him to treat you fair but with high expectations for trusting in your ability.] You ready?

[Alternatively, if you're on the opposing team, Bakugo's team has drawn a fair crowd interested in watching the game he's leading. While he's good at catching bumps, he's the utmost best at spikes and serves, jumping high at the net or even back court and slamming the ball with explosive force and killer aim. His red eyes narrow, blazing with competitive heat at his opponent through the net, then lifts the ball, ready to serve it.] You're dead.

003. ▶ STARLIGHT ON THE WATER.

💥 ➊ ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

[Unfortunately, despite his aggressive and violent disposition, Bakugo is a responsible young man and thus avoids the bar. He's not old enough to drink so why bother going there in the first place? Doesn't stop him from hearing the occasional passerby talking about the results of said drinks. Even more reason not to go there. The idea of merfolk being the reverse of normal? That's gross. Instead, he finds a quiet area on the beach and sits down in the sand, looking up at the night sky above him. The entire day's been a rush, still hardly understanding what's happening right now. Somehow the darkness brings a sense of peace, giving his mind time to rest from the hectic sun-drenched hours. While he's not so comfortable here as to lie down and close his eyes, the usual bombastic volume is calmed for the time being. Picking out constellations ends up being a weird pastime, but that's interrupted by the sudden display of fireworks. True, for someone who can make explosions out of his hands, fireworks lose a bit of their flair, but it's not like Bakugo can make the colors and shapes you find in the vibrant explosions going off abo-

... seriously? A fucking dick?] What the hell is wrong with this place?

004. ▶ INTO THE DEPTHS.

💥 ➊ TUMBLING DOWN (OR NOT)

[The sun's going down by the time Bakugo learns this place isn't a tropical resort and instead a laborious, well-executed facade that's running on technology. The skies, the waves, all of it's fake. Blame him for not bothering to mess with the watch or read any of its shitty messages in favor of storming around and demanding information from people. But if there's a limit to this area, then that limit is where this shit ends and the "real" world behind it begins. While part of him thinks it's best to blast his way out to the buoys and lifeguards, noting anyplace that says "off limits" is obviously a good place to start looking for a way out, they'd see him coming from a mile off. Yeah, he can take them without an issue, but...

He opts instead to rent a surfboard and enjoy the "illegal" approach. Cutting through the surf, shooting to curls, and riding atop the crests, Bakugo weaves his way between shore and deeper seas. He quickly picks up the timing pattern between the waves, occasionally sliding down the back of a wave to get even deeper into the ocean and closer to the edge of the sea. Aiming to keep out of attention of the lifeguards, the young man finally slips past the line of buoys and immediately hits the current he expected. The ocean had to fall off somewhere, right? Balancing on the board, Bakugo crouches lower, arms beside him to steady himself as he aims for the ironically-photogenic drop off. Wait, if this is a wave machine-]

Shit! [He immediately winds his legs in the leash attaching his ankle to the board and slams both hands down the second the board tilts over the edge. Explosions burst from his palms, bouncing him up into the air as the board dangles below him, giving him a good view of mist and salt spray obscuring the machinery below. That would be death down there if someone fell who couldn't get free. Glaring at the space, Bakugo scans the area a few times before growling in defeat and retreats backwards towards the beach, staying far above the life guards before finally dropping out of the sky and landing in the water again to surf back to shore.]

005. ▶ OOC NOTES - *read first*

💥 ➊ Permissions: Bakugo is 17 in canon and I have no preferences for character ages in sexual scenarios. OTA for gen threads, but a preference for M/M in explicit smut threads. You can find my OOC permissions and IC preferences here for further information.

💥 ➋ IC Notes: I'm pulling Bakugo from late in the My Hero Academia series' canon, so there will be spoilers if you thread with him. Also, he comes from a point in canon where he's heavily injured, but for the sake of more flexibility in the TDM, I've hand-waved some recovery. If you would like to play any of these threads with his canon injuries, I'm totally down for that.

💥 ➌ Wildcard: If none of these prompts work for you, feel free to toss your own starter and I'll respond to it, or throw an OOC comment either below or via PM and we'll hash something out that works for you! I'm fine writing specific starters if you want.

[befehl]

( He slides away his hand after an adequate timeframe. Too long and his sincerity is awkward, too short and it's not genuine. Sunday has no idea the other type of monster he's internally fighting against. )

If we work our way to places we are familiar with then we could find a clue on how to go back to normality. Unless you have a better idea, that is.

ii-b

[hatefuldays]

[ *Hyun-ae blinks awake at the touch... or, well, that's not really the right word, is it? ]

Huh? I'm, ah...

[ She sits up, looking over the mysterious world that's been replaced by another, even more mysterious world. Beautiful colorful skies open to the void of space, sparkling lights on the water... wait a minute. ]

Am I... dreaming? Wait, I can dream?!

[dianxie]

Thank you.

[ He has been punished a great deal and continues to show the trauma responses at times, like forgetting to eat or eating only discarded food from bins. The sentiment of not being someone of deserving punishment is sweet, if misplaced in his opinion, and he is grateful for the kind words.

He also assumes Sunday was wondering to himself about Xie Lian meeting his husband here and having not refuted it, doesn't feel the need to bring it up again with more interesting topics to dive into. ]

Are you not from the living world?

Bakugō Katsuki 💥 Boku no Hero Academia

[blastedass]

💥 Top Level

[softstoneheart]

Oh, I'm sure you won't die, just get touched inappropriately and without consent.

[ as the sex hotel does. ]

I mean like. If you're into that, no judgement.

[ she does mean that. She understands that people's tastes and preferences are their own, and never wants anyone to feel guilty. That's because she doesn't want people hating on her tastes either.

His intense concentration resulting in just a similar answer has her suspicious. Is he just saying that to be nice? ]

No worries, I'll pick something light. Have a seat, enjoy the birds!

[ She returns to the table with two cups of fresh pressed juice, his water and two fruit parfaits. The dessert is a rainbow in a glass: fresh cut fruit glisten like jewels in between clouds of whipped cream, airy sponge and fruit jelly. The top is crowned with more cream and fruit and a cute cookie shaped like a bird. There's also a plain paper cup of cut fruit. ]

I hope this isn't too much.

[ she sets the tray down and reaches for the paper cup, holding a piece of fruit. Immediately, a bird perches on her hand, grabs the fruit with a foot and starts munching away. ]

The juice shouldn't be too sweet. It's a combo of fruits and veggies so it's healthy.

[minitrue]

( He is looking respectfully as he pushes away from the wall and follows her lead. )

Sounds like you really know your way around this place.

Does the IPC know you're taking a vacation?

i-c

[hatefuldays]

[ The seagulls have been particularly aggressive towards *Hyun-ae. One was pulling at her hair, and another seems to be in the process of stealing her bikini top - he's managed to get it untied in the back when Acheron comes to the rescue.

*Hyun-ae awkwardly covers her chest, keeping her top from floating away on the wind, stammering a response. ]

I-I'm okay, thanks! Can I, ah, have a second to fix this?

c

[hatefuldays]

Me, too...

[ *Hyun-ae has been nursing a certain pink drink of her own. Profound loneliness is something she knows well. ]

It's been hundreds of years since I was last able to have a real conversation... I've almost forgotten how...

[softstoneheart]

Communication with the outside world has been cut off. All personal items were confiscated.

[ She hates that, and hates that she can't get any work done. Truly, this is a prison. So her effort has been redirected to resort research. ]

There's rumors that they're kept in a safe. A possible heist was discussed, but any planning has been taken offline. [ An unsurprising move. She was honestly surprised someone brought it up on the network in the first place. ]

If you're wondering, access to paths is still functional, weirdly.

[ At least as a Hunt pathstrider, the weapon itself is a preference, not a condition. She can set anything on fire. ]

[minitrue]

'Course I do.

( Dormancy is a gem. Besides, it was one stab one time; what will it take for Sunday to let it go?

As he undresses, Gallagher's gaze follows the path of popped buttons. This is an academic venture, nothing more. He doubts Sunday would allow things to go beyond that, unmarred as he is. Once undone, what the shirt opens to is impossible to miss, a dark mark against otherwise unblemished skin. Gallagher reaches out to touch it, and doesn't think better of it. His fingertips graze the tattoo's outer rim, the curved line between murky chaos and Sunday's natural, blissful order. )

You just woke up like this? ...Looks like you were branded.

( So, Hell has a cult.

He pulls his touch away with a scrape of nail as he hastily looks down at himself. Nothing on his chest aside from the large, off-center scarring and hair along his pecs. His torso is much in the same way, scarred but devoid of anything that he hasn't placed there himself. )

Look for me. If there's anything, it's probably in a place I can't see.

[experiment01]

[After finishing the last bit of her drink she follows after prompto, sliding into the water a bit more deeper than before. The feeling of her wings being submerged is odd but it isn't unpleasant and she lets the appendages spread out lazily behind her. And before she can stop herself she dips her head down until she disappears from view. The weird sensation of having to get up to breathe for air is gone, and it's enough to startle her into sucking in some air. There is no discomfort as she does this, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Huh..? What is going on? I'm pretty sure I'm not a fish! She pops back up, eyes wide with excitement.]

Prompto..! [It's the first time she has spoken his name with her voice. The urgency in her hoarse voice might catch his attention as she motions for him to follow her.]

I need you to submerge yourself and just.. take in a deep breath. [And before he can ask what she means, she once again vanishes under the water, amazed that she could even breathe like it was a normal thing to do. It was making her feel kind of giddy, to be honest. ..Is it the drink that caused it? It has to be it! She watches as her long hair floats around her. The weight of the wings on her back also felt weightless and she takes the moment to sink a bit further down, relaxed from the feeling of the water surrounding her.]

[lieabilities]

[ Other than offering the napkin, Kleken doesn't lift a finger (or tentacle) to assist in Aak's panicked cleaning, settled so comfortably into swirling his own drink as he is. And Aak's words let him think about other matters than odd mermaids, a distraction he's quite appreciative of. ]

Simply lost in a labyrinth for I believe months. The scenery was quite pleasant though.

[ If one could consider cold, dark, and dank sewer-like systems to be pleasant. Though it'd been a familiar kind of comfortable, Kleken wasn't particularly eager to go back anytime soon. ]

[wholefoods]

That's not how I would put it.

[Ashiro is simply lucky that the birdbrains are more squawk than they are peck. Otherwise she probably would have ended up strapped naked to a lifeguard post for their entertainment.

The birdman in her grasp struggles and whines, but it seems like she has him locked in place.]

Do you just intend on watching?

bunny bbq

[bardische]

[ He doesn't realize at first that she's talking to him. Truthfully, he was just hungry, and a stand was easier than anything else, and he's just ducked under a shade to avoid the sun for a minute.

She gestures again, and his brow furrows, looking behind them, but she's still making eye contact. He tilts his head, pointing at himself.

He doesn't know her. At least he doesn't think so. His brow furrows deeper. Did he...do something he doesn't remember? ]

[befehl]

( How will she survived this containment, he wonders briefly. Even now, he didn't expect that answer from her despite her clock of life ticking away faster than ever. What will she think in those last moments, when he gazes towards the light and finds nothing reaching out to help her back up?

Sunday looks away again, staring off dreamingly. He couldn't even bring his keepsake in here. Or her new album. )

Yes, we are.

( They're not so close anymore. Not since she left, but for the ease of the conversation, a white lie won't hurt anybody. )

She would be very happy to hear that. She worked hard to get where she is, singing across the cosmos and touching countless hearts. If her music can help you as well, then as her brother, I also feel glad.

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[wingdoovers]

Money?

[ The word echoes back at Yor, slightly distorted by a mouthful of meat. Calhir is an intimidating specimen in many a way, but right now he resembles nothing so much as a deer caught in the headlights, wide-eyed at the prospect that the plate of skewers he grabbed off the grill and has now, in at least one case, irreversibly chewed upon renders him a heinous thief. ]

No one else was using money? Right?

[ An edge of panic sets in. He just got here! He can't be a fugitive already! ]

[minitrue]

I hadn't been, but it's good to know.

( That's true enough. He'd been more preoccupied with the where and the why of it all, he hadn't given much consideration to himself. Now that he's taking the time to focus on them, he can see his scars activate from beneath the flimsy material of his robe.

He stops, because setting it ablaze would not be preferable. )

What do you think this place is?

[lieabilities]

[ The towel's handed over without much fight, tentacles quickly withdrawing themselves back into the shadows of his coat. A number of them were still recovering from the peckings of the lifeguard seagulls and Kleken wasn't in a hurry to get involved in another scuffle while they were operating at such low efficiency. ]

[ Which meant it was time for a rare side of Kleken to be shown, a generous and concerned (out of survival) one. ]

If you insist. But I imagine you must be quite tired to have passed out like that.

[minitrue]

Sure. I haven't had the pleasure, but I'll take your word for it.

( He hasn't had the pleasure of seeing sand, much less lying around naked in it, but he imagines that the coarseness of it all would end up being more uncomfortable than anything after a time. Grating, even. )

Mister Olivine, let's hope my bungalow buddies are out this morning. Might save me the trouble of an unnecessary conversation.

( While the chances of anyone caring in this place are low, Gallagher doesn't want to explain this impromptu photoshoot to strangers.

His spot isn't far from here, and he figures he can learn from Olivine along the way, the way he's been with everyone he's met since arriving here. )

Is this Hell? Purgatory? A strange alternate dimension?

( Everyone seems to have their thoughts on the matter. )

[lieabilities]

[ Down to business it was. ]

[ He could and does roll with that. But he's well aware that he's at a sharp disadvantage, given his lack of personal inventory and wealth at this point. And from her lack of interest in material goods, she probably had both as well as experience with the local economy that he was sorely lacking. ]

[ So what was left was leaning into his 'poor and new' image while being exceedingly careful not to land himself in a tight spot. ]

And what have you found yourself in need of then? Though, I'm not terribly strong or fast, so a physical favor might be outside of my abilities.

[affectare]

[ after five centuries of playing a role, surely another year and some change won't be a problem! surely nothing about this can possibly go wrong. surely this won't continue to irreparably damage her psyche if she keeps beaten down by the pressuring influence of the resort....haha.....



or: she could take this stranger's advice and reframe her view of the situation she's found herself in.

there's nothing particularly comforting in his words or the casual way he observes her, like she's part of the entertainment here and not fontaine's #1 girlfailure trying to get her shit together. but in a way, that's reassurance on its own. he's a stranger, with no investment in her life or obligation to please her due to who she once was. he has no reason or motive to offer any sort of help—all the more reason for her to consider his words carefully. ]

I....suppose you're right. [ softly, almost muffled by the noise of the fireworks. then, louder, after a clear of her throat: ] Since you look positively unperturbed by all of this, I don't suppose you have any additional words of wisdom you'd like to impart?

[ other than fake it 'til you make it, she's done enough of that already. ]