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

[malpwactice]

i got one thatll knock you out good but the dreams are gonna be wetter than my floor right now

[softstoneheart]

I love all kinds of little critters! I even live on an ecological starship that has different zones that perfectly match the respective ecosystems of each and every one of my cuties.

[ She offers her new friend another piece of fruit before scooping a little of her parfait with a free hand and taking a bite. The squeal of delight she makes is unbridled. She's practically sparkling with joy at the flavor. ]

I'm glad you like it too.

[backwrong]

[Yeah -- it's like sirens. Pretty on the outside, but there to eat you alive. Or so she thinks, assumes.]

Oh? Of course, you can stick around. [She doesn't mind the company, one way or another.] I'll take whatever you're willing to give.

No! That's way too dangerous! Think of the concequences!

[jakdf]

Haha, yeah you got it boss! Tab open at Casa de Kafka!

[ His posture sags in relief after the joke, one hand scratching the back of his head as he offers Mina another grin. She's as amazing as ever, calm and collected even in a bizarre situation like this. He watches her pick at her drink quietly, his expression softening a bit before he shifts his gaze back to the one in front of him.

It's a sorely appreciated relief to interact like this, casual and without the threat of everything that seems to be being upturned around them back home. He feels a little guilty about it, a little unworthy all the same. ]

I guess. In a way it's kind of a relief to see you here you know.

Those Who Pound Sand

[leavening]

[Hyunsu has never seen a six foot tall cat before, but honestly he's seen things that are a lot stranger at this point, so he's not really bothered. As a monster himself, he's not in a position to judge anyone or anything else that might be monstrous. And at the moment Kai really does seem to be more cat than monster.

Hyunsu pauses, a couple of feet away so as to not startle him and make thing worse. He decides to work on the assumption that the giant creature can understand human speech. He's not sure what he'd be doing here if he didn't.]

That's making it worse. Let me help.

[Look, he has thumbs.]

i

[expereiment]

[rei smirks at vash's plight. yeah, no. he might have a visually nice physique, but that physique definitely doesn't translate to pure strength in his case. he's just stuck in yaoi land, where nicely sculpted bodies are used to sell more gacha. though, he could probably... use this to his advantage.]

I'm even less suited for this. My ass can take a lot, but a watermelon is a lot to ask for.

[his smirk turns even smirkier.]

But. You said anything?

[remember the last time yall spoke, vash?]

[relentlessbeauty]

It's not worrying so much as it's tasteless. But I suppose it's what's to be expected from a beach theme...

[It's at this point that Vil takes a proper look at the guy he's speaking to, doing a double-take when he realizes the sun literally bounces off his midriff. And arms. And legs. He lowers the sunglasses he procured to look at him without its bluish tint.]

I'd thought you had better luck than me in finding something that would shield against this sunlight, but... Are you a robot? Or a-- [how did Ortho refer to himself now?] --technomantic humanoid?

[He would much prefer more protection than the purple trunks and sheer shirt with a faint palm tree pattern he'd been given, but at least it looked like everyone was getting about the same treatment.]

[swearfilter]

[Boothill turns his attention to the other man when he notices the pause, offering a toothy grin at the question.]

Cyborg, actually. Never heard of a "technomantic humanoid", but that might be kinda close. I'm still partly human, after all.

[He pokes his cheek with a metal finger as if to prove it. His face doesn't look fully human with those teeth, but it's certainly close enough.]

[hornie]

[ Ragna's anger doesn't phase zero two in the least, she simply blinks curiously and calmly glances toward the red trunks flapping in the breeze overhead before dragging her sly gaze back over to him. she reclines back in her chair, arms folded casually behind her head. ]

Oh, those bad boys? Found em washed up on the beach. [ a unlikely story... but it's not as though she's stupid enough to confess to stealing them outright. the sucker in her mouth presses against the inside of her cheek, swelling visibly beneath the skin as she twirls it around her mouth with her tongue, lightly scraping along her teeth. ] Sorry but, finders keepers. [ she doesn't sound the least bit remorseful, though. ]

[unionized]

[His name. How many times can he think to himself that this really must be a dream? One more, at least, as one set of Tseng's fingers stay tight in his hair and the other start to trace wet along his skin, and he doesn't have to do anything but sink down into the sensation of it and bask in the attention he's given. It's hard to know quite what to do with his arms, whether to drop them to his sides or claw at the desktop or try to reach back and feel for Tseng behind him; he eventually settles for clawing as the first press of Tseng's finger starts to register, and all of a sudden he's urgent for something to hold onto.

The thing about the question Tseng poses him is that it's an open question how serious he is about it. There are, ostensibly, reasons rooted in genuine concern that he might ask. There are also reasons that have nothing to do with concern and everything to do with the tension of the moment, the power he's exerting and maintaining with every least little movement.

And, well. He might be pinned, and he might be relishing this, but he's certainly not going to be mistaken for docile.]

Worried about how you'll measure up?

[Like that's even a question, when he's already preoccupied with how talented this dream-Tseng is at working him up, how good it already feels when they've barely even begun to do anything at all. He squeezes his eyes shut, breath condensing on the tabletop as he exhales roughly, and shifts his feet again to rock his hips back a little, for all that there isn't much room to move to begin with.]

Or could it be that you're jealous?

this is an utter disaster. i'm in love

[starcinoma]

[ listen. listen. what is even the POINT of trailblazing if you don't get to eat the obvious aphro traps? she has eaten garbage. she has taken suspicious pills. she is not about to stop just because the hot wings are hot in unexpected ways.

that said, any objections she might have voiced fall by the wayside with the arrival of their new guest. he looks to stelle. stelle looks to him. for a single moment, something beautiful unfolds between them; a mutual allegiance, a harmonious understanding, an ordered agreement.

and then stelle opens her stupid mouth and says: ]

The most handsome man in all of Penacony...

[ well, at least she remembers your meeting? ]

[waged]

( do the hooves at least make him a little taller...... please stelle...!! )

Seems like you're still well-traveled. ( and, just like he had, also sees this place as a dream. perhaps it's the effect penacony has on them, that such a large world can exist within a dreamscape. with no exits in sight, isn't this the only answer? ) And I'm glad to see you're as sentimental as ever. Should I wish you the best of luck in your endeavor, that the friend you seek shall meet you in your sweet dreams?

( despite the way he is, he means it, really. such is the way of hearts aventurine. )

[relentlessbeauty]

[Vil gets a good look at those saw-like teeth, being distinctly reminded of the Leech twins from back home. The thought momentarily distracts him from responding.]

A cyborg? Pardon my assumption, that's quite impressive. I don't believe our technology is quite advanced to support this level of ... development.

[He's hardly the best person to say that of Twisted Wonderland's technology, but there's no one else around to refute him.]

1/2

[belialedge]

[ Ragna's jerkish motion almost causes the towel wrapped around that v-line of his waist to come loose. Something that he narrowly catches as he clicks his tongue and trudges towards her on the beach. Zero Two lounging with her arms folded behind her head only fleetingly gets his gaze drawn onto her more than the red trunks waving in the breeze like some red flag. If only because she's so flippant despite hitting him with that pinup pose. She idly remarks that she found them washing up on the beach, perfectly out of his reach despite his reach as he fixes her with a stare with his palms slapping the counter. ]

You little...

[ It's in that moment the girl's cheek swells with the sucker in her mouth pressed along the inside. A move that briefly shuts off his line of thought as he desperately attempts to hold onto his fussiness. Don't do that so nonchalantly? So she just oh-so-conveniently happened upon his trunks...along with what looks like a myriad of others. There's even a basket full from where he can see behind the counter. Glowering, he should be madder at her. Especially for just blatantly taunting him with that fingers keepers tease. ]

Well would you lookit that! I just sound my drawers all over again so you can just...

[ Hand them over. Is what he was going to say before Ragna's mismatched gaze drifts lower. No, not to her tits. The countertop. JKFLDAS There's a list of tasks. Tasks that look very, very familiar to him from all the times that he's outright refused other guests. And of course, the payout? Swimsuit bottoms. Something about needing five... There's something off about all of this. About this racketeer. ]

...

[wingdoovers]

[ 'Whatever he's willing to give'. How open-ended. He snorts, putting it out of mind. No point trying to decide what that means when he doesn't even know what he means.

Then he extends a hand to her cheek, a careful one that keeps his claws from her skin, and leans in to kiss her. Aiming straight for her lips isn't exactly familiar - and neither is she, scales aside - but amidst everything else here it feels a harmless enough assay. ]

2/2

[belialedge]

[ ...He really wants those shorts back. And if he causes another ruckus on the beach, the Seagull Lifeguards were going to come running. It wouldn't just be the Grim Reaper they were after, but possibly this wildcard of a girl that's playing the game way too damn well. And somehow. Someway. Clandon flipped a coin AND rolled a 20 die and it hit 17. Ragna has gone past suspecting her of any wrongdoing, and is now letting his shoulders relax and a deep, albeit heated sigh, escape him. ]

Am I reading this right? [ A beat. ] One bite mark for one swimsuit bottom?

byleth (f) | fe3h | golden deer route | current; just for fun

[liberative]

i. its free real estate

[well, it's not the first time byleth has woken up not knowing wherever the hell she is. she just thought that whole thing would stop now that the war is over? she looks down to see herself in a very sheer robe. interesting. did claude get her this? did he stop by, knock her out, then put her in this?

very strange way to say 'i'm back'...

whatever, she hops out of her bed, noting the various other beds in the room with her. weird... perhaps they're on some kind of camping trip... and he just. thought this would be a very fun surprise. she steps out, looking around, basically naked, just staring owlishly around.]

Ah... this isn't Fodlan.

ii. those who pound sand

[byleth is surrounded by heckling seagull guards. her expression is carefully neutral, as it usually is, but something about her disposition tells anyone who knows her that she is at her fucking limit. she's rocking back and forth between them, getting shoved, her hair pulled, her bikini in danger of getting pulled off as well. she wouldn't really care, and she doesn't want to hurt anyone innocent... but she's asked them to stop and they wouldn't.

her fist clenches.

someone save the seagull guards from her.]

iii. swim up to the bar

[byleth is curious about the swim up bar - the drinks look tasty and bright, and if she's going to be in this place for who knows how long, she might as well enjoy it, right? she points out the mango star, sipping it as she walks away with a pleased hum. yes, delicious.

she looks up, wondering where she should go now to enjoy the summer festivities - when she sees a familiar silhouette and face. she smiles - actually smiles - bright and warm and happy as she wades over to him.]

There you are, Claude. Where have you been? I've been looking for you all day.

[better be a good dodger, because she leans up on her tip toes (or squatting down low) to try and plant a kiss on the one she thinks is her husband.]

iv. across the night sky

[turns out, that person wasn't her husband. her husband is nowhere to be found, actually, which is a bummer but not too unfamiliar for her. which she understands - he's busy, after all, doing what he's dreamed about. and she'd do anything to support him. but mannnn. she thought he'd taken her on some romantic getaway. sure, in the weirdest way possible, but byleth is weird herself. she doesn't know any differently.

she sighs, staring up at the sky with its stars and fireworks bursting with color. from what she understands, now, she's stuck here until she has lots of sex with 51 different people. which... you know, doesn't sit well with a married woman. but she's seen the evidence and knows claude would understand. especially if it means getting her back to him. metaphorically, since they never really see each other. she feels his presence in her non-existent heart, okay? he is her heart. the final puzzle piece that completes her.

but she can't be getting caught up in those thoughts. she spots a constellation from almyra and smiles, soft. she hears someone approaching her and she turns.]

Want to watch the fireworks together?

[she holds her hand out. want to take ibuprofen together?]

[ooc | current player just throwing byleth in for fun... but maybe i could be convinced for a future app period heh... despite her marital status, she is open to smut with any gender. idk if i missed anything but plurk is krolia if you need to hit me up! also it has been uhhhhhh many years since i last played i'm going off pure memory so gomen if i mess up any lore.]

it's free real estate ❤️

[skinstitch]

( oh, now there's a voice he hasn't heard in awhile.

when they'd had the kid in their custody, curled around him like he could be convinced just by their crooning alone, he hadn't talked much. at first, anyway, and a lot of that had been the restraints; after that, he'd been loud as hell, bitching and complaining just as he thought he would. that had been a pointless endeavor from the start: he had thought so, anyway, though his opinions hadn't mattered much, in the end. shouto's stupid little friend had gotten away, and that whole thing had become a fucking mess--those days feel a little too distant, now, like the memories blur together, rubbed out by everything that tumbled into place after that.

and where does he end up meeting the kid again? outside a manufactured bungalow, on a manufactured beach, under a manufactured sun, across from a manufactured ocean. absolutely ridiculous. maybe a part of him had figured that no one else from their world would end up here--that they'd been chosen for a reason, chosen because they were villains, chosen for any other reason.

and this stupid fucking explosive kid ruins all of that.

he could kill him now, of course. that's not even a thought that needs recognition; he could kill him while has the upper hand, kill him while he's unawares. but he already knows what happens, mostly--killing him would be pointless. impermanent. with a breath of irritation, hands slung into the pockets of his trousers, he turns on his heels to face bakugou: his hair is dark, sure, and he's dressed differently, yeah, in a loose tshirt, lightweight for the beach. but there's no way that bakugou won't recognize him. )

Yeah? You think I'm fucking housekeeping or something?

( playfully drawled, as he takes one step forward--and then stops, his bare feet digging into the sand that's outside the bungalow that bakugou burst out of. his gaze drops, falls, eyeing the sheer orange robe that's draped around him.

there's a laugh of amusement, pressed through his nose. )

Your dick's hanging out, you know. Trying to tell me something?

(hello hello ♥)

[blastedass]

[When he was younger, he dreamed of the entire world standing still at the sound of his explosions, recognizing their roar as vivid proof Bakugo was there and taking care of business! Those sounds meant safety and amazement and fame! Now... most of that's still the same, but he quickly found out drawing a bunch of attention to himself can get really fucking annoying really fast!

Though he's pretty sure that's not what those damn gull-headed people were attracted to. Should've known. Seagulls are a pain in the ass no matter what world or country you live in. Bakugo sweeps his hand through the smoke in a quick rush to clear it, then checks on his lingering treat. Even amid the blazing sun, it's not completely melted yet, despite the intense activity it just went through. That's not to say a fair bit of drips already landed on his hand. Growling, he hikes it up and licks at the droplets on the outside of his palm.

Only to pause at the voice. What the fuck?

Bakugo jerks his head up, staring at the obvious sight of his erstwhile mentor. He takes him in quickly, eyes running here and there, one part relieved to see him, the other part completely shocked Endeavor's standing there. How-? Why is he-?]

THIS IS BULLSHIT!! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!

[Bakugo's alive, yes, but the new scars on his right arm, right cheek, and burst at the center of his chest suggest he hadn't escaped from his own battles unscathed. The last thing he remembers from home hadn't been pleasant either. There's no way he missed Endeavor's missing arm either and it makes his chest clench, anger and concern flaring up together.]

What the hell happened?

[Dammit, Endeavor! Don't you dare think you're getting the chance to go off on whoever's responsible for bringing them here! That's his dibs and he's not going to be shown up in the matter of slaughtering their damn lives by a Pro Hero!

He's not gonna mention the flaming swimsuit. Yet.]

3

[dispassioned]

[Chishiya will be the first to admit, if someone were to ask him, that he’s not the best person to pour your heart out to. He’s not incapable of sympathy, exactly, but he is absolute garbage at expressing it. Therefore, this young woman being drunkenly wistful in his general direction is a bit awkward.

At her last question he sighs.]

Honestly, it’s your best bet, based on what we know. But there’s still a chance they’re just messing with all of us.

[In other words, he’s not getting his hopes up. But this is also his second time in this kind of situation and he’s pretty cynical in general.]

Have you tried the coffee?

[He's making an attempt to circle back to her first question about what’s good. Though he’s not sure you can even get coffee here on the beach. He just feels pretty certain she’s had enough to drink at the moment.]

leonaaa

[blastedass]

[if he knew there was someone else here, he hadn't made it obvious in the moment. content to stay where he is and not make a nuisance of himself means he expects anyone around him to do the same. an aggravated comment growled at the sky because some dumbass is shooting pervy fireworks into the night doesn't give them permission to break the relative quiet and interact!

meaning when that sudden voice intrudes on his own personal irritation, bakugo glares to the side at the new shape introducing itself to the starlit horizon nearby. his eyes narrow and he's not curbing the slight wariness that courses through his body. still so new to this place, anyone's instinctively suspect. part of him stubbornly wants to claim this a dream or a major medication-induced coma head trip, but... most of him's starting to accept reality.]

If you know, spit it out.

[swearfilter]

Yeah, this technology's not all that common where I'm from either.

[Boothill rests a hand on his hip as he speaks, gesturing with his free hand.]

Took me awhile to find someone who could do it, anyway.

[armwriostle]

[Kokomi reminds him a bit like one would expect the appearance of a mermaid to take. Not the...ones they have here, but the ones you imagine in books or how they're portrayed in illustrations. The long flow of her hair and the grace of their movement in the water.

It's a delight though. It's nice to have someone likeminded who seems to also enjoy the depths as much as he does. A smile graces his lips as the hand is held out to him. There's no way he can say no either.

He gently takes her hand so that they can start swimming alongside each other.

ii-b

[relater]

Hm? What about them? [ At his side, Kizuna leans in against the curve of his arm, trying to align his sight with what Wriothesley is seeing. ] I don't recognize any... but you do, don't you?

[ A natural curiosity colors his tone as a tinge of familiarity and nostalgia sparks in the air. His skin is warm beneath the gauzy, open front shirt he's thrown on in the wake of a simulated night — even if this is all a facade, the impression it's left is real enough. Kizuna spent most of his day in the sun and sand, drinking endless fruit amalgamation cocktails while Wriothesley enjoyed himself underwater. He thought he might never tempt him back out of the waves, but he's (luckily) been proven wrong.

Usually, Wriothesley is blessedly cool against his body. But he's a little warm too in this moment, something Kizuna chalks up to the exertion of swimming and the unwise amount of drinks he'd needed to actually do that. ]

[relentlessbeauty]

As I said, that's impressive.

[He can't imagine what it would be like make it to the other side of such a complete physical transformation. At least when he had been drained of vitality and magic, he hadn't lost any of his body in the process.

His eyes slide back to the watermelon smash game as the staff clean up the tarp of fruit shrapnel.]

You could probably make a tidy amount of chips if you were to play their game. It never hurts to fill your account.