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

i cherished those five minutes like you wouldn't believe (bring her back)

[astrolabium]

[ As easily susceptible to praise as she is, Mona's cool expression immediately melts. She can't help but return Furina's smile with one of her own. ]

Really? Well, I do try my best to deliver passionately to my audience. It can be difficult at times to meet deadlines, but if that effort can bring positive readership, then it's worth it in the end.

[ However, now knowing that Furina herself had been reading along... Admittedly, Mona feels a bit giddy. Her ambitions of surpassing her Master are inching ever closer. If she continues striving and studying, there may very well be a future in which it is she who is the most talented astrologist in Teyvat.

Mona lifts her hand away from Furina's hair, and then giggles once. ]

To think you were one of my readers—that does make me happy. Thank you.

[macaronage]

[ See, he gets it! Teamwork will help them conquer this challenge in no time at all. They can both get the payout and move on with their lives.

Still, her cheeks burn a little at the word 'cum.' Navia isn't a blushing virgin by any means, but that doesn't preclude blushing altogether. Her new companion very easily agrees to donate what she assumes will be his own bodily fluids, and since she can't offer any of that in return, she says: ]

I could pose for you, since it asks for a few nude photographs. Ah, I'm Navia, by the way. Thank you for your help!

[skinstitch]

None of us asked to be here.

( it's out of his mouth before he can stop himself--spat there between them, as though the statement is just another judgment that endeavor is passing on him, as though he's still insulting him, still telling him that everything he does is all wrong. if he could have chosen to be here, would he have? of course not. it's not like he doesn't have things to do himself, back home, things that involve the death of the very man in front of him.

fuck, it still doesn't feel real. his shoulders tremor, hands that shake with the effort not to lash out; it's disgusting, really, not to see that vitriol, not to see any hatred, that his father looks at him with that pathetic, sorrowful look, a little hopeful, a little happy, mostly sad. does he think he's going to get something out of this? that things will be fixed just because he's been dragged to this place?

that's right. this fucking place. )

You know what it is? This place.

( he stands there for a moment--it feels good, hovering over him, like he's the executioner, here to sign away the rights to endeavor's life. the man has to keep looking up at him, too; he likes it more than he can put words to the feeling. but it won't be as good if he stays there like that--it won't give the same dramatic impact, he thinks.

so he sinks down, collapses back onto his seat in the sand, folding his legs in to sit criss-cross, to lean forward like he's telling endeavor some kind of secret. )

Don't know if anyone told you. A resort, a casino. A place where you have to fuck to survive.

( a brilliantly wide, stretched, pained smile: ) Think you're capable of that, Endeavor?

[astrolabium]

[ For all his bark, there seems to be a distinct lack of bite here. Instead, he shrinks back and glances away to avoid her stare. Where did that initial forwardness go? ]

You shouldn't be referring to yourself as 'pathetic', [ Mona chides. ] Regardless, I believe I understand the situation now.

[ The finger she'd used to prod him with now traces the line of his jaw. Upon reaching the underside of Fuuta's chin, Mona tilts him up towards her so that he is forced to meet her gaze. She then snorts softly upon seeing the faint, pinkish hue permeating his cheeks.

Whether it is from being tipsy or out of timidity, it doesn't really matter. He has her attention. ]

You had a little too much, didn't you? And now you're seeking company.

[briarthorns]

[ Chocolate? Well, chocolate sounds good, as far as Yor is concerned in her current inebriated state. Her eyes linger on the young woman's painted lips and sleepy eyes, which make her feel a bit distinctly odd, before giving a slight nod. ]

Uh... alright. Yes. Shall we try one together then, Miss Kirijo?

[ A small smile cracks through her depressed mood as she turns to the bartender. ] Yes! Hello! One "Holy Mondo Summer," please! With extra chocolate, if possible!

what a crummy chunk of charcoal!

[blastedass]

Answer me! [that gets a hard curl of one hand and a warning explosion bursting from within the cup of his fingers. the idea this person might be a copy of some sort is far too suggestive considering how unlike this is of the villain. his attitude is spot on, save for that shitty offer of aid, but everything else makes no sense. that murderous psycho with insane daddy issues wouldn't be wandering around a beach-themed hallway in fucking casual wear like this. if he's not dead and gone to the most ridiculous version of the afterlife, what other excuse is there? dabi's not someone who'd get kidnapped and brainwashed into becoming this sort of mockery. whoever this is, they're gonna fucking pay for it. and answer some questions along the way.

blue flame crackles in response to his own warning. they're on the verge of breaking out into a full fight here and he's ready for it. aware dabi could fill this entire hallway with flames, he braces his legs, giving himself the option of blitzing right back into the room he came out of, or trying to go through the ceiling above. there's not enough time or space to build up an explosion big enough to pump a hole through those flames in a head-on approach.

but dabi's lowering his hand... what the hell? the man's not stupid. every nerve screams at him to attack, and yet... he's not pulling out of his own ready stance, but he's not moving to attack either. the crazed look of pleasure on dabi's face is stupidly reminiscent of the same he wore on the shoulder of that big brute with the under bite. such a fucked-up brain. so laser focused on that. would a fake be that driven?]

He didn't die. [where he came from in the war, the news had been sparse, barely communicated over the radio waves and comm links. also he hadn't heard a lot of it since he was, well... of course dabi would want to know. what can he say? what should he say? he doesn't know. but he has to give something unless he wants to straight up knock this guy's head into a wall. dabi's close enough now it's a breaking point of decisions.] Neither of you did.

[peacewithouttyranny]

I suppose it's easier to justify one's action against creatures of lesser sapience.

[Hm, wonder what terrible caste system from the past has such justification.

That said... In a way, he can understand. Soundwave likes animals and would care for them, but he wouldn't ever be caught saying they're on the same level of sapience as humans or Cybertronians. They're simple creatures at the end of the day. Still, it does disturb him a little how they're being used as a food source, regardless. Couldn't they just leave the animals alone?

Ack, he's being judgmental!]

I... try not to judge. It is not my place to dictate how other species get their food source. [If that's nature, then... well, so be it.] I must say that humans have a variety of food compared to us.

Most we could do is either drink energon flat or fizzy, and perhaps add shavings of fear or copper. Or brew it into alcohol.

[But they're still drinks in the end. Guess that's the pro when even animals are included in the menu?]

[tfy]

But you did help! I needed to collect feathers, and you gave me feathers ♪

[He doesn't explain why he needs the feathers. He just keeps smiling, stepping close but not too close. Personal space invasion doesn't seem wise, as this person seems like he might have an explosive temper. He'd rather not be sent flying next.

Keeping a polite distance means he isn't able to catch the feathers in time when Bakugo brushes them off his head. That doesn't please him as much—couldn't he have handed them over so he doesn't have to pick them off the ground?—but whatever. He'll forgive it just this once. He's just glad to have the task complete!]

Great!

[Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth (or at least not at this moment), he bends down to pick up a fallen feather. That makes five, which he slips into his hoodie pocket for now. (Walking around shirtless isn't an option thanks to that ugly suit tattoo he has on his back, but whenever a staff member squawks at him to show more skin, he just unzips the hoodie and sends them a flirtatious wink. That takes care of it!)

He could explain the whole scavenger hunt, and he will if Bakugo asks. Once he's back on his feet, however, he decides to steer things in a different direction.]

That was a great show, by the way. The way you sent them flying with your magic really wowed me ♪ Or at least I assume that was magic. You weren't just throwing grenades at them, were you?

[briarthorns]

[ Yes, she's very distressed! And when she spins around to face the unknown female voice, the expression on her face is a bit terrifying. Wide-eyed, animalistic, ready to strike. A cornered animal.

But there's not a whole lot she can do, even if she wanted to lash out. No weapons, no protection, and... no real reason to want to harm this particular person anyway, aside from her continuing panic over the bizarre situation she's found herself in.

When the towel is offered, she looks down at it like it's a poisonous snake — and then takes it anyway. ]

No. No, I'm not!

[ Being given something to cover herself up with is immediately deflating her agitation, though. ] S-Sorry. Sorry, one second.

[macaronage]

[ Archons, he's going to make her spell it out for him, isn't he? As if this situation could get any worse.

... Well, it could, of course. The longer he delays, the more she begins to fidget, pressing her thighs together, reaching out to run her fingers up his sides. Her eyes are so dark now, just rings of pale blue that look up at him in a knowing way. He's toying with her, and if she were more in control of herself, she might have something to say about it. Now, she just tries to pull herself a little closer, and she is stronger than she looks. ]

I'm on fire, and I can't extinguish the flame alone. It's excruciating to burn with no hope of relief. Will you not help?

Concord | OC | Current Player, New Character

[virtuesignal]

[Pine at it again with another original character. Concord is a behemoth of a dude in his human form, around 6'6" and muscular, ambiguously looking somewhere in his 40's. Actually a unicorn, those who can sense magic are free to clock that he's made of the stuff. Might be stuffy and slowburn for anything too smutty without building up CR, but OTA sexual preferences and 18+ only for stuff in that direction! Shares a world and backstory with smokeandglasses ]

I. BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

[Concord is very unsure how he could have blacked out and ended up in a place like this. He'd been out drinking, sure, but he didn't remember the night getting this crazy. There isn't a beach like this anywhere in the Commonwealth of Ulrich. It's completely landlocked out there, mountains and lakes and forests. Nothing tropical. Concord wakes up stunned, paying little mind to the bizarre shackle on his wrist nor the pointless robe he's in, too sheer to do anything for coverage.

He just shrugs that off, moving to the beachfront porch in the full nude. He sits down with his feet in the sand and looks out over the pristine sands, sensing something just... so deeply wrong with the nature of this place. His absurdly long hair is spread out behind him, trailing into the cabana itself. Anybody waking up is likely to step on or slip over it. While his hair is mostly a gleaming silver, it gradients midway through into black. The ends are pitch dark, like shining oil, and quite slick underfoot. Concord jolt full bodied where he sits if it's touched at all,]

Get off. [Phrasing, Concord. He does sound pissed, though. For such a large man, he has a very quiet voice, firm and commanding, but low and not willing to raise the volume even when angered]

II. FUN IN THE SUN

[After getting his bearings some, Concord is out on the beach proper. He's been set up with a black speedo and that's it, but what else does he need? His hair has been tamed into a braid that hangs to the sand and yet never seems to drag or get caught on anything no matter what. Mysterious, but striking.

He keeps getting approached to join Beach Body contests, to be oiled up and shown off flexing. Concord insists he's "not a show pony" and refuses flatly. Besides, isn't the scar on his front unappealing to ogle at? It's on his back, too, conjuring a nasty image of what could have caused it. Concord has no desire to be questioned about that, thanks.

A certain hotel worker's plight ends up catching Concord's attention. Being a virtuous minded sort, always out to do a good deed, Concord goes to fetch water for Steve. Concord returns with a bottle and the water has all leaked out before he could reach the man. Concord goes to get him a glass, but he spills that. So, he goes again... and again...and again, unaware of the curse at play. The unicorn is simply too stubborn to take any of this as a sign to stop trying.

He's also just plain dumb sometimes. Being prime beefcake material and hanging around the BBQ stand, which Concord had no interest in partaking in, means he's being intercepted by plenty of rabbit minded individuals. "I'm sooo thirsty," they say to him or something to that effect. He doesn't get it.]

I can spare this. Take it. [He just shoves a bottle of water their way. This has become his purpose, he supposes]

[minitrue]

( Those do not sound like normal things to experiment on, but live your life, King. )

Huh. So you're one of those types... ( No one helps out of the goodness of their hearts these days. It's a shame, but it's not like Gallagher can blame him. Especially with the gravity of the request — asking a stranger for nudity, which still feels pretty grave coming from someone fresh off the arrival train.

He shields his eyes with a hand over his brow as he looks down at him. You don't get sun like this in the Golden Hour; his poor eyes aren't used to so much brightness. )

Well, what is it you're looking for? If you've got one of these challenges, I'm sure I can help tick a few boxes.

( For all Gallagher knows, there could be different assignments for each resident. )

[swearfilter]

Still think callin' this "sexy" is fudgin' stupid, but I ain't gonna turn down an opportunity to make some cash.

[It's not actually cash, but you get the point. Boothill steps up next with a cocky grin - the sea gulls do not seem to care at all that he's clearly made out of metal and thus will not find this a challenge at all, and so once they've set the watermelon out, Boothill makes short work of it, with his metal (rather lacking) ass.

Of course, he doesn't even have time to enjoy the round of applause he gets because he's already making a face as he gets up.]

Disgusting, I need a shower... Did it even get in my fudgin' hair!?

[...well what did you expect when you have ass-length hair??]

[blastedass]

You needed to?

[He's not going to argue the "give" part since this guy's just collecting what naturally got removed when a seagull gets smashed with a damn grenade. That continued smiling is fucking weird, like someone's on a constant high. Bakugo notes another step forward, but doesn't seem keen to blast the stranger into space. Yet.

Should've told him what was on his head rather than saying he just had "something" in his hair! It's natural for someone to swipe at their heads after being told that! It's not like this guy can't pick the feathers off the ground. There's a few more floating around the beach until the next breeze takes them away forever.

Is it a good idea to put delicate feathers in a hoodie pocket? That's asking for them to get crushed... Not his problem. Bakugo's distracted from the previous query by the change of topic to his ability.]

It's not magic! [So not used to people not understanding that. The blonde immediately detonates another explosion in the palm of his hand, sending up a burst of smoke.] It's my Quirk. People from my world are usually born with a superhuman ability.

[In short.]

[minitrue]

You're unusually up to the task, is all.

( Not to slut-shame, but Gallagher would have hesitated at least, like, a little bit. Then again, that might be what separates the old from the youth. )

Here's as good a spot as any. ( Meaning it's out of the way enough that Gallagher can't see people bothering them. He lays the towel down, considerate of how troublesome sand might be in the wrong mechanical parts. Can Boothill even swim, bro? )

[astrolabium]

[ The young woman lifts her head and smiles reassuringly, bowing in an elegant fashion despite the fact they are both deep underwater. Then, Mona glimpses it—a small, glowing ornament, a Vision, now visible as the other's hand leaves its position above her chest.

Another, Mona thinks. A rush of excitement follows. And this time...

It is still up for debate whether this new world they have found themselves in is kind, but Mona is relieved to have been introduced to another person from Teyvat. There has been Childe, Zhongli, Wriothesley, and now the beautiful woman before her. While Mona has been grateful to have met the men, another girl brings her solace. Perhaps they can confide in each other in the future; Mona wouldn't mind that at all.

Regardless, the stranger has made a familiar motion with her hand. Mona recognizes it for what it is: a simple question on if they should continue their swim, this time with each other. And undoubtedly pleased, Mona smiles and dips her head down slightly in an assent.

Of course.

Then, with a sweep of her arm, she turns to dive deeper into the ocean. Though, not without a glance of encouragement behind her. ]

[swearfilter]

[Oh, a Halovian... huh, he looks kinda like Robin, doesn't he?]

Already familiar with me, huh? Saves me the trouble of introducin' myself.

[He rests a hand on his hip and gestures with the other one.]

Doesn't specify, so I'd assume anythin' goes. Should be easy enough, if you're willin' to help.

[minitrue]

Is death really so bad? ( Gallagher, please.

Fortunately, when she moves onto the science of life and energy, Gallagher sees her point more from a logical standpoint. The dead can't create. They can't move, and they can't power.

So, it stands to reason that they're alive. )

I like it. Ghosts, I'm not as fond of. Penacony's full of the ghosts of broken dreams. Suffice it to say I've had my fill.

[swearfilter]

[Boothill can't help but laugh at that, grinning as he moves to leave the room.]

Wouldn't hurt at all, little lady. C'mon, let's see what this place has to offer us.

[And boy, it sure is the beach, isn't it. Boothill shields his eyes with a hand as he looks around... taking sight of our friendly local lifeguards.]

...This place sure is somethin'.

[Is this some kind of dream?? Why are they sea gull heads on super buff bodies??]

[swearfilter]

[That gets a laugh from him; it sounds amused, matching his grin once he's settled.]

Sure can, but it ain't often anyone'd trust me with it in the first place. If you think you can trust my control, I'll play along.

[counterblowing]

[At the very least, the dark zone on the horizon looms static and waiting; it's not making any attempts to break into the pastel aurora enveloping the now strangely private beach. It's as if it's natural for it to be there - like it always was there and always will be regardless of the accompanying feelings from anguish to longing to anticipation, all of which she seems to be feeling now. It's as if something pried open a crack in the sky and moved in there permanently, unrelenting.]

I'll be fine. [She croaks her lie. It's unstable and uncertain; her attempt to save face will be easy to catch. Her eyes narrow in on the hand covering her own as some focal point of connection between the two of them.] I don't know what's happening to me.

[Rahu grits her teeth. She isn't stupid, she isn't ignorant about her body, but the sudden waking and the free flow of everything crashing into her like a tidal wave makes a mental inventory seem impossible. If there's any singular thing she can hone in on feeling, it's lonely.]

[lieabilities]

[ Look at this guy, offering his own little half-bow in return to her curtsy with the same polite smile he'd been keeping this whole time. He's not even the least offended by her attire! What an All Right Guy. ]

[ An All Right Guy who is most certainly not going to gently prod at her to figure out more about what had her so worked up and how best he could use that to his advantage if necessary. ]

Furina then. I hope she didn't bother you too much. Will you be alright wandering the area though? She may appear again.

[swearfilter]

Heh, you'll see why.

[Given the mischievous smirk, it seems there is Something afoot. Exactly what, well, you'll see shortly.

But for now he nods at the towel, a silent thanks for thinking of the sand in his metal joints. It sure would be unfortunate if he were to have to deal with that!!

Anyway, Boothill wastes no time in removing his swim trunks and lying out on the towel casually without a care in the world - and the reason why is pretty obvious. Boothill is a Ken doll. Does this even count...????]

Go right ahead, I'm ready when you are!

[...he looks so damn amused by this.]

[wray]

[ Kisses are nice, but Six is hardly the type to appreciate them.

At least he reacts instantly: the colour on his cheeks deepen, his ears point all the way up. He's caught off-guard by the Perro's bold move, because there was even tongue action?? (Even if it's not the more intimate kind—) ]

Why did you—

[ Well. He knows why. His watch even chirps helpfully to let him know that the kisses task is complete, thanks to that. He deflates almost instantly, but the flush remains. ]

... You could have asked.

iv

[astrolabium]

Mmm, that's right.

[ Usually, Mona's tone carries proudly and with a tinge of haughtiness to it. But now, sitting on a small towel beneath a swath of starlight, her voice is quiet, distinctly warm. This—viewing a constellation, admiring the many stars above and the universe she has found herself in—is one of her most favorite pastimes. She'll never trade it away. In truth, she has probably lost countless hours to stargazing just like this.

Perhaps that is why she has not recognized Vash for who he is beside her. For once, Mona has been thoroughly distracted. The astrological 'ping' she receives upon meeting someone would've certainly gone off by now, alerting her to his identity and the fact they had a conversation already once before. Ironically, it had also been about the stars.

Fate can be humorous. Having studied it her entire life, Mona is well aware of that. ]

They are lovely, [ she continues, brushing a lock of hair from her face. ] And remind me of home.

[ At last, Mona turns beside her. ]

What do you think?