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

[befehl]

Hah. I was just wondering, that's all. You haven't told me where you're willing to kiss.

( ...And those teeth are intimidating, to say the least, but look at Sunday, seemingly so confident despite having no experience. )

My name is Sunday.

( If Boothill pays enough attention to Robin's performances, he might recognize his name listed as a director in one of her shoots. )

[swearfilter]

[He's just French now, okay. He can roll with that.]

Hah, ain't that the truth.

[Look at those birds go. Damn. Can you imagine being that built??]

Let's go see about findin' somethin' to eat first. There's probably some kinda bar or food stalls or somethin' around here.

[counterblowing]

[Scarcity in Syndicate had been rampant, but despite that sharp familiarity, Rahu's determined. Struggling out from under as much of the "House's" thumb as possible is necessary if she wants to move around freely. Feeling indebted to them before she knows what she needs would go against that goal.

Yet she just as readily knows that survival matters more. Because... (just keep running, Rahu)... that's what really matters.]

... Right. [Strangely kind and open to sharing again. Rahu covers her mouth with the palm of her hand and gives the skewers what appears to be earnest consideration. It has the benefit of smokescreening her unexpected smile when Hilda's stomach rumbles. There's no keeping it from her eyes, normally so pale and cold, which crinkle slightly with the warmth.]

I'll have this one. [Uncovering her mouth, she reaches for the one with the perplexingly unfamiliar hybrid, the charred fuzzy skin apparently the only thing keeping the rest of the piece from melting into sweet, juicy pulp.] What a mess.

[minitrue]

Why, Mister Sunday... How long have you felt this way?

( He wanted a proper title, and he's getting one. It's mocking, mischievous, but at least he's calling Sunday by his real, given name. )

My body's not the issue, though it's considerate of you to care. ( Did Sunday really think he was shy? No, Sunday's comments on the state of Gallagher's being have never been anything short of encouraging. He feels seen by Sunday, heard by him. Sunday touches his skin and it feels alive. Under his knowing gaze, Gallagher becomes real, more than a collection of parts.

His warm gaze glides to the shut door behind them before he drops his puppy trunks. They will be missed.

All around, Gallagher is pleasantly hirsute, as his motif would suggest. Fully nude before the Family's leader, he feels like Sunday's foil in every way. An angel's pale to his warm tan, Sunday's feathers to his fur. He's soft in places where Gallagher is hard, smooth where Gallagher is weathered. A dense happy trail leads to a darker forest, but there's no sign of a tattoo there. )

Well. Anything?

Those Who Pound Sand

[blastedass]

[Hearing that yell amid a raucous squawking drags his attention from his half-melted Popsicle to the scene beneath the boardwalk. Bakugo rests his elbows on the sun-warmed wood and looks over his shoulder towards the muscle-bound pests flocking about another beachgoer. What the fuck are those gull-headed freaks after this time? Probably some damn food, like most shitty seagulls. He twitches his hand to prop his dripping frozen treat upward, then turns it slowly in his hand to keep the droplets from falling onto the ground.

That guy in the middle of the group is really getting harassed. Fucking pathetic, just yelling at them isn't gonna help! Bakugo growls at the stupid scene before shoving the rest of his popsicle into his mouth and stripping it off the stick with a jerk of his head. Just in time to watch as the gull knocks the white-haired guy's ice cream off his cone. Fucking hell-

Hiking a leg and bracing his foot on the railing's all he needs to shove off and into the air. Maybe he hasn't gotten the adrenaline (or revenge) out of his system from the time those gulls were pissing him off. But Bakugo's already twisting in the sky, one hand cocked as tiny explosions pops and spark around his palm like so many firecrackers. He swallows down the ice in his mouth before plummeting straight down towards the flock of gullguards.]

FUCKING DIE!! [He slings his hand forward, palm glowing white-hot, and- KA-BOOM!! Smoke, light, heat, concussive force, it's like a grenade goes off right against the gulls. Yells and screeches trail after smoking lifeguards fly all over the place, blasted away from the guy in their midst. Bakugo lands on his feet in the sand, back facing the pissed-off Ragna.] You gonna just stand there or you gonna beat their fucking faces in, ya lame wuss?

[massochism]

[Olivine is... honestly just glad not to be alone in a place so alienating. it's as familiar as high walls, as watching people live out their very normal lives through the shimmering, fading magic of a pool. out of the corner of his eye, he swears he even sees the familiar and imposing tower, the academy in all its prestigious glory.

it makes it easier still to shift his focus elsewhere, transforming guilt and dis-ease into a warm and earnest smile given to Sunday.]

Just Olivine, please, Mr. Sunday. [he's gotten comfortable not being referred to so formally, even if he slips into it himself.] It's more... I feel I should perhaps have at least warned you about the habits of this place. The information they give doesn't really prepare you for most of it.

Ah? I feel fine, yes. If this place is supposed to affect us, it hasn't begun in earnest yet.

[nodding, he lets his gaze wander briefly across the sands. ... the actual reality here is that Olivine is just. fairly used to being in a constant state of low-key interest, so it hasn't yet occurred to him that this is more. he's blissfully lucky the suit isn't messing with his essence right now, that way.]

Perhaps we should take a walk? It seems pointless to stay rooted in place given the circumstances. Maybe we'll find the way out of this before too long.

[he doubts that, given how often he's been able to avoid the House's pressures (never. it's never), but a little hope never hurt anyone, right?]

[befehl]

I don't remember either. However, if this isn't a dream... ( Sunday mirrors his movements so he can pinch his arm as well. His flesh turns slightly pink over the area, and sure enough there is pain. The result disappoints him, because then... )

Look outside the window. The clouds are gathering outside and they don't appear to be rainclouds. They're massive and black. And coming right this way. I would rather stay here than find out what they are, though.

[minitrue]

( He lowers his arm once he feels he has enough. It's bright out, so he'll look over his handiwork once he goes inside.

RIP if all these photos suck. )

You're gonna have to. How'd the tattoo deal go for you?

( He's got so many robot questions, apparently?? )

2.2 spoilers in here

[swearfilter]

Sunday, huh?

[But isn't he... Well, technically Boothill didn't see whatever happened with him, and as far as he knows the man wasn't confirmed to be dead. So maybe this isn't really a surprise; if something pulled him into this place, it could've pulled others too. Still, what a wild coincidence to run into the man himself here of all places...

There's no sense picking a fight without his weapons, and really, he was helping out more because he could, not out of any interest in the Family's antics or whatever. Really, Boothill doesn't quite know everything that was going on in Penacony, but he at least recognizes the Sunday was a key player in all of that.

He shakes his head after a moment, deciding to just let it go for now. If Sunday wants to make a big deal of it, then sure, they can make a big deal of it. If he doesn't, then there's no reason to pick a fight here.]

Of the Family, yeah? Think I've heard your name before.

[He says, to brush off the momentary silence before he moves on.]

If you're feelin' daring, I'd accept a kiss on the lips. [He grins, showing off sharp teeth.] But a kiss on the cheek would be just as acceptable.

[swearfilter]

[Boothill snorts at the question, retrieving his swim trunks and sliding them back on before he grabs the towel and shakes it out.]

Don't think they wanted to mess around with that one, since they put it on my fudgin' face.

[Considering it isn't anywhere visible, it's presumably under his bangs hiding his right eye.]

[affectare]

[ girl what else is she smellin' with that keen nose of hers—

but oh! how fascinating. perhaps this is something similar to neuvillette's refined palate when it comes to water? they've always tasted the same to her, of course, but to each his or her own.

her gaze sweeps from the woman to the skewers. flamin' hop, huh? whatever they are, they certainly do smell good. her mouth waters a little. ]

Well, I suppose there's no harm in trying one and finding out. We wouldn't want all of this gentleman's hard work to go to waste, now would we?

[ is this just a subtle cover-up for how hungry she is right now? don't call her out on it. ]

* ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

[blastedass]

He woke in the morning and quickly found out this place was completely fucked up. That was with the sun up. Now the sun's down, he's had a whole day here, and after the rush of learning, has decided this place MAJORLY completely fucked up. With no way home from the looks of it. The few people he's met have left him in a whiplash of exhaustion and anxious adrenaline that's one part dying to lie down and sleep, one part too razzed up to rest.

Out here on the sand, in a quiet area of the beach, Bakugo's staked out a small place for himself. There's some comfort in the darkness and the stars, a moment for his mind to relax as he leans back against the tree behind him. Some constellations are the same as the ones in the skies back home, but it's not as pleasant when he knows it's fake. When the fireworks start, he takes some small reprieve in them... before even those turn into a crass display. Ugh.

Ignoring the larger lights, Bakugo pulls out a few small boxes he purveyed from some of the beach-side attractions. There's the sound of sparks, as if a tiny spitting collection of pops flare up, before a subtle breathy hiiisssth sees a sparkler stick light up. You're never too old for a sparkler. It's a better entertainment than the risque show up there.

[affectare]

[ if only she had that kind of build....imagine all the problems she could have solved. though her companion doesn't look half bad himself? even if there's an awful lot of grey to his complexion under that robe. shiny metallic grey....?

huh. maybe more on that later. for now, she motions for him to go ahead. ]

Please, lead the way. Though, isn't it a little early to start drinking already....?

[wray]

[ That makes Six frown. He follows Sunday's gaze to the window, peering from the huge blot of black in the skies. How quickly it's moving towards where they are is alarming, and that's all he needs to know to realize what they aren't. ]

... They're not clouds.

[ The loud screeches are barely heard from the distance, but given the vast amount of crows, bits and parts of it are obvious enough. Six makes his way to the windows to make sure they're bolted shut, followed by the door. He doesn't know what good it will do against the large flock, but it's something. ]

Do you know how to fight?

[ They might need to, at this rate. ]

[swearfilter]

You think that'll stop people from doin' it anyway?

[Boothill grins at that as he takes the lead, away from the flexing seagull lifeguards. There are more of them scattered around the beach, but for the most part they seem to be doing typical lifeguard things. Or trying to steal food from some poor chump. Normal things, surely.]

Hey, look, that might be just what we're lookin' for.

[He points out one of those tiki bars - there are indeed a few people there already despite it (presumably) being early in the morning...]

[flashfirefist]

I know that. We've all been abducted.

[He'd been responding to Touya's words, not suggesting that Touya was set apart, that he wanted or deserved this in any way. Yet Enji's response is mild. He's willing to accept that he chose his words poorly. He has an uncanny way of saying the wrong thing, even when he is thinking clearly. With Touya standing before him, he has little hope of keeping his thoughts in order, much less his words.

Even if Touya wants to return home to plan Enji's own death, Enji wants him to be returned to the place where he belongs. Touya shouldn't have to be put through this, in addition to everything else he's suffered.

He doesn't believe he'll fix things with any of his children—with the possible exception of Fuyumi, who has been more forgiving than he deserves. He doesn't act with the expectation that his actions now can improve his relationships going forward. He wants to try to do what's right, even though that can't undo the wrongs of the past. When Touya had revealed himself, something had broken inside of Enji, but maybe it was something that needed to break. When he gazes up at his son, he feels humbled. He doesn't think he could be angry with Touya again.

As Touya sits, Enji's gaze follows him. He doesn't stir from his chair, listening intently. He shares Touya's sense of the unreality of this conversation. Touya despises him, but Enji is still marveling at the fact that he's sitting here, watching his son move again, listening to him speak.

Touya's very existence may be a matter of amazement, but that doesn't mean that Enji approves the things he says and does. Enji presses his lips together in displeasure as Touya mentions the ostensible purpose of their presence here. Now that, he doesn't care for.]

I've been informed, yes.

[He decides to keep his response as simple and flat as possible. He hadn't been planning to bring up the subject with anyone, unless it became necessary. Especially when speaking with Touya—that's inappropriate. But he's not surprised that Touya chooses to bring it up to him.]

I'll do what's necessary to survive.

[While he'd give up his life without hesitation to save someone, there's no point in throwing it away for something less important than that. It's not that he likes the idea. He'd long ago divorced himself from the possibility of having sex, reducing his own desires to a background triviality. Repress, compartmentalize, minimize—he's done all those things for a long time, even before he was married. He had assumed that the sexual part of his life was over, but if he's forced into it, he'll do what he has to. As long as he survives, he'll remain able to help others. All he can do is endure the ordeal to the best of his ability.]

[lieabilities]

[ And this is where Kleken's oh-so-convenient abilities make their perfectly timed appearance. ]

Now, there's no need for that. As it so happens, I believe I'd be able to help you with your problem.

I'm a skilled illusionist, and though I would need to be in the same area, I could disguise your appearance so that no one would be able to recognize you.

[ Who needs to solve your problems when you can just literally hide from them? ]

[relentlessbeauty]

That's exactly why it seems like it's not worth it to me. That, and the possible bruises. But congratulations on the extra funds.

[A large payout for cracking open a watermelon with his ass? It's unfortunately still tempting. He adds to the applause with some light clapping of his own and glances around the beach.]

It's quite obvious in your hair, but I don't see any outdoor showers around here. You may need to go back to your room to clean up.

[keyeju]

[ She's not entirely wrong to suspect him. He's not tampering with anything, and he's certainly not looking to chase any tail here. He already had his own earlier mishaps with food and beverage that left him in a state, and he doesn't want a repeat.

It's why he opted to observe people first before downing any drinks here, and he's glad he decided to, because it quickly became clear while most of these drinks won't get you in the mood for a fast fuck, they will still mess with you in other ways.

Though ironically Narumi hadn't meant to mess with this woman here, even if his casual answer seemed to really set her off. He actually tenses up as her eyes begin to well up with tears, glancing around him to look for someone, anyone else, who might be able to comfort a crying woman, because this is not his area of expertise...

Only for her to slap her hand down hard enough for him to start slightly, and watch in dumbfounded stupor as she orders a drink at random. ]

Hey... you sure that's a good idea?

[unionized]

[There's a part of him that aches to see Tseng's face in a moment like this, desperate for every bit of information he can glean about his feelings on this no matter how subtle or subconscious. But there's also a part of him that relishes being able to tune the world out, to close his eyes and narrow things down to nothing but the cold solid desktop beneath him and the way the edge bites into his bared stomach, the elastic pulled taut against the backs of his thighs, the satisfying burn of a killer's fingers pleasuring him. It's enough, for now, just to bait him and bask in the power it implies, that even like this he's still the one holding the leash.]

Oh, no? You wouldn't hate to find out someone else got to me first?

[Impressive, how he manages to get a whole sentence out — tight and labored though it may be — when his breathing is starting to rasp in time with the cadence of Tseng's fingers, and the lip of the desk is cutting into his stomach from how his rocking keeps pressing him up against it. It's tempting to shift a hand off the desktop to reach down and touch himself, hard and aching as he is; when he ultimately decides to do it, it's not subtle, because isn't that what Tseng had described, one hand in his hair and one on his wrist?

Well. He hasn't got enough hands for it, with one occupied with fucking him so well. And it would be such a shame to lose the tension on his hair, but it'd be so good to come so close to having his hand held —

Held down. Held down, that's what he wants, obviously.]

[swearfilter]

At least I don't gotta worry about the bruises...

[At least there's that. But oh well, he will accept his payout!!]

I'm gonna go get cleaned up, then. You gonna stay and watch to see if anyone else manages it?

[hello_again]

[Pyrrha was crying as she held Weiss tight, just a few silent tears as she takes in the feel of something familiar. Weiss wasn't on her team, but she was still one of her friends.

She sobered up a little when Weiss asks her question.]

I'm- I'm not hurt. This feels sudden and exhausting, but physically it feels like nothing that happened to me ever happened.

[She keeps the embrace, but pulls back just enough to look at Weiss.]

But look at you! You've grown so much. I'm sorry... that I couldn't be there to help, but you've clearly done well for yourself.

[armwriostle]

[He waves his hand dismissively.] There's no need to apologize. It is normal to feel some sort of melancholy. At least, I get the feeling I might know what might be causing it. [He isn't going to blatantly say it.

He just offers the other a smile.]

I assume it has some form of aphrodisiac, but it seems mostly everything else seems safe. [He says it with some lack of certainty as he tugs a piece of the meat off his skewer.]

Ah, well, I guess if people enjoy themselves in the end, it's fine. [The only real way to handle these things is to take it with stride.] It looks like you're keeping an eye out, hm?

❤️🦁

[notscar]

'kay. I'll try to explain it to ya as best as I can.

[ but what is leona's best, really? if it's not out of convenience, then he's doing it so he can profit from it later. improvised scheming for someone who clearly has a little bit of knowledge. the upper hand. a position that he relishes having. and that leona's finally feeling less tired and more intrigued on how bakugou will react upon some of the observations the beastman has made over the past half year... ]

If ya haven't noticed already, you're at a resort where everythin' is 'bout fuckin'. If anythin', those fireworks are the most innocuous thing you're experiencin' right now.

[ at least some of the food and drink are labeled appropriately. that's one plus, if there are any pluses. ]

That good enough of an answer for ya?

[ it probably isn't, but that's what he's aiming for. ]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Feeling the warmth from Dabi's palm lingering over his knuckles and watching the easy way he tugs the berry from its pick, Fuuta wonders if he acts this way with everyone -- a little suggestive, a little flirty, a little too intimate. (And the thought annoys him, for some reason. Strange, that.)

He'd just been putting the empty glass back down on the bartop, swiping his hand against his hoodie's front to wipe off the condensation wetting his fingers, but Fuuta squints at the questions. The easy demand of payment. Brow furrowed and lips pursed, he considers it for a moment before glancing aside, checking how crowded their surroundings are; not very, at this time of evening, most others still populating the beach busy with their own conversations or just strolling by. Then finally, he huffs before saying, with the sort of casual loftiness that has to be feigned: ]

Fine. [ He tugs down the zipper of his hoodie hastily enough that it snags for a moment before sliding the rest of the way down. ] You're a guy, so I guess I wouldn't have had to pay for you on a date, anyway.

[ This is a date, then. The date. He'll talk. So Dabi better be prepared to as well.

Fuuta peels his hoodie off, balling it up and placing it in his lap before grabbing up the fresh drink that's been placed before him and taking a big gulp. Drinking a cocktail this quickly is probably a bad idea, especially when he's been losing water all day; his T-shirt's practically plastered against his body with sweat, his skin flushed all over, and he comes up with a gasp after draining half the glass in one go. But the night air feels nice and cool against his damp T-shirt, and the heady punch of alcohol admittedly helps smooth out his thoughts. The words come a little easier when he just starts talking. ]

No outside time. No windows, no doors. I told you it wasn't just a normal prison -- it's not like I was arrested. I didn't get a trial or anything. Just ... woke up there one day, and there was no way out. Kind of like this place, actually -- there not being any way out at all. [ So a part of him can't let go of the thought that maybe, just maybe, this place is related to it. ] Milgram, if you've heard of it. -- you know a lot about prisons?

[ What he's actually getting at: 'have you ever been in one?' ]