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

[izanagis]

[(Of course he knows that. He has, most unfortunately, read Witch Detective.)

That being said, Yu's experiences with vampires haven't exactly been all bad. So, playing into the energy, his expression turns challenging, a somewhat playful glint in his eye.]

Don't make promises like that unless you're prepared to follow through.

[Is he bluffing? Serious? It's anyone's guess, his poker face is rock solid.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Dabi would be entirely valid in calling out Fuuta for his bullshit. It's not even like he thinks it was anything particularly salient he said himself, either. It was just his usual cowardly attempt to sidestep having to say anything actually meaningful -- like acknowledging this is something even close to a date, like putting in concrete words that he'll talk about things as was promised.

At least Dabi will be getting great bang for his buck this time, maybe even more than the previous times Fuuta's mooched off him, at least in terms of gleaning new information. ]

Not alone. There were others -- nine other people. Ten of us in total.

[ It's partly thanks to the alcohol that Fuuta's dropped his usual skittish attitude for now, speaking frankly, if wearily, plowing through his words at a gritted deadpan. Though honestly, it's more that ... there's a certain catharsis in giving up on his usual secrecy and just laying things out. Talking about it frankly for once. He sighs briefly, fishing the blackberry from his drink to eat before continuing with a frown. ]

And there was a warden to explain things. Lined all ten of us up and gave us a lecture. Hated the warden, they were a fucking brat, like, sixteen or something. -- before you ask, I did try attacking'em, to see if it would get us out. Nobody else was doing anything useful, so I figured I was the one who had to. Didn't do shit, though. There was some ... forcefield. Made it so I couldn't even touch'em. So we really were just stuck there.

[ It's abrupt, when he tacks on the next bit, before Dabi can raise the very reasonable question of what the warden had told him: ]

What's 'quirks?' [ He tries to say it plainly, feigning casual, but Dabi might notice the way Fuuta's fidgeting with the little pick the blackberry had been speared on. Nervous, testing the waters instead of just saying whatever comes to mind in his usual bold fashion, because he now knows this is testy territory. ] S'it what you meant by your family ... being messed up?

[ Is that wording permissible? His shoulders are a little tense as he gauges Dabi's reaction with a sideways glance. ]

[belheir]

[Unfortunately, Kazuya's experience with vampires (one vampire) are not so pleasant.

Thankfully he's a pleasant guy! And not a vampire. Even if he has some vampire-like qualities.]

I'm prepared to follow through. Give me your arm.

[He holds out his hands expectantly. IT'S TIME TO TAKE A CHOMP. No one said it had to be sexy bite marks. Sorry, Yu.]

[nonvoting]

[ indeed, even before she started explaining, tseng already had an inkling of what's going on. the signs of her arousal are obvious: the flush in her face, the sweat glistening on her body, the way she's pressing her thighs together even now as if seeking some kind of release from that friction alone. ]

Of course. Come with me.

[ there aren't all that many opportunities for privacy on the beach, except for the bungalows that open up toward the water—while they had all been stuffed full of newcomers earlier in the day, now there are at least one or two available, and so it's in that direction that tseng leads her. it isn't far, fortunately, and he's willing to flex his rank if need be to secure them the exclusive use of one of the rooms. ]

To find something more private, we'll have to leave the—beach. [ what was once the cloud dwelling garden, that is. ] If you'd prefer that we can, but...

[ it doesn't seem like navia is going to want to hold out quite that long. ]

IV. daydream parasols

[moonlightbeast]

[Atsushi is ready for the beach and has spent most of the day having fun in the sun. Despite how sex-themed everything is, he still finds relatively clean ways to have fun. After building a sandcastle and trying out some of the snacks, Atsushi is full and happy and ready for a nap. The parasol chairs seem like the perfect place for this too, he's looking for a place to sit when he spots a familiar face, which makes him light up.]

Oh! Hello!

[He'll walk right over to Fuuta.]

I was thinking of relaxing in the chairs for a bit, want to join me?

[It's about noon right now too, which is the best time of day to get out of the sun and pass some time in the shade.]

[canttrickmeanymore]

Someone does have very good reflexes. And, back home, he wouldn't put them on display outside of his superhero gig. But here? Here he just said 'fuck it' and doesn't even care. It's too hard to hide anyway since he doesn't have his hero suit.

To be fair, Peter didn't know he was permitted to have more than one, and he didn't want to seem greedy. "Well, if you insist. Got a light?" Peter Parker does not come equipped with his own personal fire system.

He chuckles a little at the comment about the fireworks. "It's a sex resort, man." Which he hates to say and is almost concerned that it seems somewhat blasé to him. "The fact that we're allowed to keep our clothes on is kind of a surprise, really." Though, there does seem to be a number of times that the guests end up naked.

[loosestrifes]

( He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to try some of the meat for himself, but that's not entirely why he's here, right now. The only sign of his own annoyance at Bakugo's response is a thin smile, sharp mostly in the eyes, a little too calm.

At the very least, he stands straight again, hands still folded behind him as he takes another step or two forward, almost circling around Bakugo. )

Oh, you don't know, do you?

( There's a taunting sort of lilt to his voice, despite the polite way he holds himself. Falsely pleasant, slightly amused— he taps a finger at his own bottom lip. )

The food here is often drugged. I'm curious to see what this one does.

( Not that it would stop him from eating it, most likely. )

I don't see any cute little bunny ears sprouting from your had, so it must be a bit more basic than that.

[unionized]

[Tseng's voice cracks like a whip, and Rufus feels it like one — sharp, overpowering, and intensely satisfying. The fact that his taunting also prompts Tseng to work him over harder at the same time, so that it's difficult to tell whether he's actually stretching him or just out to make him acknowledge the level of control Tseng is able to assert over a body that isn't his? Well, that's certainly not hurting anything, either.

Of course I would hate it, and that's good, it's so good. Of course Tseng should hate the thought of him being with anyone else, even if he's the one who raised the question to begin with. He should hate it because that's how this is supposed to work, because that's what it's supposed to mean when Rufus Shinra owns someone.

It is, as expected, a shame to lose that tension in his hair in favor of having his wrist gripped, but it's hard to feel too bad about it when the new sensation is just as thrilling. He can feel the bite of fingers into his skin; even without looking he knows exactly how perfect Tseng's control is, how the prints of his fingers will linger but not last, red for a while before fading back into obscurity. Just that recognition alone has him choking on a sudden mouthful of saliva, flooded with the realization of it. He's always known that Tseng is a weapon; he's never seen that exacting control turned on him like this.]

Tseng.

[It's a reward, the sound of his name dragged out ragged and hot in a tone like the one he uses. He'd say it a hundred times if it meant holding on to that one perfect moment a little while longer, when he's trapped between the desk beneath him and the wall of Tseng's body behind him, and strangely never safer in the world.

It's so strange, to have lost control of his body even on as minor a level as this, but with the way Tseng's fingers are pushed so deep, are stroking him inside, he can't help the way his body reacts with tremors, his throat with strangled sounds.]

You — sound like y— ! [Now his ability to hold a sentence is falling apart. He gasps, hitching over the lost syllables, and tries again.] — you're. Having fun —

[And isn't that something. Tseng of the Turks, having fun.]

[broca]

[ Broca isn't entirely certain what he expected from Hung when he told him his (and now their) tale of woe here...

...

..........

But it wasn't that particular solution.

He stands there dumbfounded by Hung's solution, looking slowly at the apparently very good hole, then back at the Perro, a lack of proper appreciation for this plan clear on his face. ]

What.

a brush with romance

[orobashi]

( To be perfectly honest, Kokomi was currently... spacing out a bit. She's standing, facing the water, arms crossed over her chest with a hand folded near her chin like she's deep in thought, but there aren't many thoughts to speak of. Things like, "where am I going to sit down and get some alone time during all of this?", sure, but those don't really count, do they?

And so, being approached by someone at all would be enough to catch her off guard. Being approached by someone with the request for a kiss, though, has her blinking a few times, and then turning like she expects there to be some other person behind her.

There isn't. )

Oh, me?

( Her...? Requested more than this, too? Focus, Kokomi! Keep it together! You're the Divine Priestess, you can't let yourself get flustered! And so, with only a brief pause for that mental pep talk, she smiles calmly, lowering her hand from her chin to her chest with a polite laugh. )

I had no idea there was a scavenger hunt at all, I'm afraid, so you're the first. What sort of kisses are you meant to collect? Is there... a stamp card?

( How do they confirm the kisses... )

sorry for the delay, got sick orz

[riskybeenus]

Relax, Outis-san. People are just havin' fun. Ya never done a challenge like this before?

[Her embarrassment was palpable, but it was understandable. Not a lot of people really feel comfortable doing challenges that seemed unconventional, and Rinne-- well, he liked to tease.]

The ass has one of the biggest muscles in the body, so ain't that the best reason to test out its power?

[unionized]

[Sasuke that shirt is ugly as hell, well done. What an absolute look.]

Avoid? No.

[Although — okay, so possibly there are a handful of people he would prefer not to cross paths with at the "get ahead by sleeping around" sex-driven resort, but they're few and far between. Frankly he'd rather have a ready-to-go ally, someone suited to this sort of thing. Someone who'd thrive in a place like this, with the talents to navigate it with ease. Someone like —]

Actually, I was just thinking of a business associate of mine. I imagine he'd find this whole business funny, of all things.

[He pauses a minute, slipping on the aviators to hide the look in his eyes before he goes on.]

Maybe I'll borrow his name, if I decide to take your advice and reinvent myself around here. I'm sure Reno wouldn't mind.

i :)

[orobashi]

( Usually, Kokomi is perfectly capable of protecting herself. But with her vision only a decoration in the moment, with nothing there to call on, she's caught off guard by an attack— a gullguard pulling at her hair. Before she even has the time to react, she's being swarmed by a few others, and just as quickly as that, someone comes to save her.

The heat of combat is always so incredible, isn't it? Still, as she runs her fingers through her hair to save it from the tangles, she watches as this mysterious woman deals with the threat. Kokomi steps to cross the sand, grateful to see that she releases the birdman before she has to say anything about it. Alive.

She didn't take it too far, then, but it appeared to be close. )

I'm fine, now; you have my thanks. ( Politely, she folds her hands in front of her and offers a little bow in her thanks. Despite the kerfuffle, her overall demeanor is still calm, focused, analyzing— and she points that at Rahu as she stands back straight. )

You have excellent form. Speed, precision... I'm inclined to think it must be a profession of yours.

[noneforyou]

Another--? [ He gives her a weird look, but then shrugs. ] If that doesn't mean the same thing as "inn", "city", or "prison" then no. This place likes to make itself look like it's a bunch of other things but we're all walled in here and can't leave.

It's not too bad for a fake ocean, though.

[ Not that he's seen much of the ocean himself; he's lived almost all of his life inland. ]

[skinstitch]

( nine other people--is a lot of people for some kind of vengeance-fueled kidnapping. unless there's some way that all of them are connected, which he isn't sure of with the limited information that kajiyama has given him: it sounds like the warden likely knows the reasoning for all of them being there, or more accurately, the crimes. it's not like kajiyama would have been plucked off the street, or out of his bed, for doing nothing, but then what in the hell could this guy have done? petty theft, maybe, or pissing off the wrong person, but he just can't seem to see him as anything that could warrant a prison with no windows or doors, no right to a fair trial.

his mouth opens, and closes. kajiyama isn't giving him the chance to question it, which is a smart tactic; he would have kept gently prodding him, would have kept gently leading the conversation along until all of kajiyama's secrets were pooled on the bar top, mixed with the condensation from their drinks. he knows he's fucked up as soon as kajiyama fidgets with the little wooden pick from his drink; he's not going to let him get away with not giving his own secrets away to the space between them.

that's something he finds he doesn't like, really. their stools aren't close enough, and with one foot hooked around the leg, he slides and drags himself forward until they're sitting nearly knee to knee; the arm nearest to kajiyama drapes, casual and light, along the back of the stool, pressed lightly to the sweat-soaked fabric of the back of his shirt. idly, his thumb brushes, back and forth, a small touch near kajiyama's ribs. considering, worrying, wondering. )

A "quirk" is a... A super-human ability. Meta ability. They've called it a bunch of shit. I'm guessing where I'm from is far in the future from where you are, probably... Or maybe it's starting where you are, and neither of us know it.

( this is the part he's always dreaded, somehow. kajiyama pushes so hard for things to be 'right' and 'normal'--and there's no part of him that's normal, no part of him that could ever be normal. he doesn't have the right to be here, doesn't have the right to be thinking what he's thinking, doesn't have the right to even consider what he's feeling, if he's feeling, or whether it's fabricated by the resort, somehow. the person he told about this, here, had seemed to understand him: he doesn't know if kajiyama will, and that's fucking terrifying, somehow.

his free hand works at his own drink, dipping and stabbing the blackberry pick in towards the ice at the bottom of his drink, pushing it around idly for something to do. )

Not everyone has one, but most people do. I think they said like 80% of the population has one. You're either born with it or you're not, and you only get the one. ( --which isn't necessarily true, but it's not worth it to get into that, here. ) Usually manifests when you're a little kid, you know, four years old or something. Hereditary.

( his gaze is focused, solely, on his fingers, now twisting and working around the inner perimeter of the glass, the drink swirling slowly. )

You're probably thinking it's like, superhero shit or whatever. Sometimes it is, some people have those kinds of quirks. Superhuman strength, huge wings and sword feathers... But then sometimes a person's quirk is that they can, I don't know, stretch their fingers really long. Nothing particularly helpful.

( the hand at the back of kajiyama's stool shifts, a warm palm that presses in against his back, a little possessive. ) Is it my turn or your turn, now?

[relater]

[ He takes notice of the way his memories flourish with the release of his feelings, more forthcoming than ever. Kizuna doesn't need to be linked to feel the strength of its influence, its clarity. Like this, it feels as though he's able to recognize the same stars when he looks up, thoughtfully tracing the splashes of them in fiery, unfamiliar constellations. ]

After all that time, it must have left an impression on you for you to remember it so vividly. Did it help ease some of that weight you felt?

[ Even with an affinity for water, breaking the surface did have a way of making one breathe easier. ]

[belialedge]

[ Ragna, on the other hand, had a little extra "armour" before he was shed bare. Red hoodie, swimming trunks, a pair of sandals...so that's four chances. Five if they counted his right arm being sleeved up all the way to the shoulder. However, at that point, he might as well consider himself naked and forfeit. THAT was not coming off. Much in the same vein that Scott's shades were going to be the last ones off. Chancing the bare Azure Grimoire reaching out to sap away someone's life force or a birdbrain getting Optic Blasted was probably not the best outcome for how one of them gets kicked off the beach.

At the very least, he's glad that it's Scott that he rolled up with on this impromptu showdown. Tightening his glove on his right hand, he at least manages to shake his own nerves off whilst the gull lifeguard breasts boobily at him. Whilst amusement leaks into the mutant's voice, the Grim Reaper doesn't sound so amused.

Or rather, as the duo on the other side of the net continue to pose for the growing crowd while SCREE-ing>, he sounds dead serious on taking them down now that they've been set up. There's money on the line! That and he doesn't want to think of the punishment that'll come alongside getting nude if they wound up losing to these feathered freaks. There's only a couple short moments left before the volleyball was gonna get scooped up. When the time comes, it's going to be the lifeguards that have the first serve. ]

Right. Just like we gotta win before I'M forced to take off the restraint on my Grimoire. [ As for whose taking off what first... ] I'll be the buffer. I got some flipflops to sacrifice if they pull some horseshit on us.

[ But then... ]

We just won't let them get the chance!

[bedroll]

[ It's a surprising amount of ferocity, one he can't exactly say he's used to but wants to commend nonetheless. He's been trying for years to get the guy to come out of his shell a little bit. Of course, he does have to wonder if this place has anything to do with the change, considering the kinds of effects it's even managed to have on him over the last few months.

At the very least, they meet each other's smiles eventually, though Gladio's is half-cocked and maybe just a bit too sentimental after so much time on his own, without even another hint of any of the others. Of course, that doesn't mean he's quite about to let his guard down, especially knowing what the food is capable of. ]

Birds?

[ There are at least half a dozen questions he could provide in answer to that, while he mind reels for some grasp on just what Prompto might even be talking about. They're cut short, however, by a sudden, quick-footed tackle.

On any other ground, it would be an easy win for Gladio. On sand, however, and coupled with that tenacious spark, Prompto does manage to best him—probably for the first time ever—and the pair of them topple like a brick wall, with Gladio taking the brunt of the fall as he lands square on his back. His breath leaves him in a choked heave, and instinct has him actually wrapping his other arm around Prompto, to make sure he lands safely on him instead of under him. The skewer, however, is a casualty, for better or for worse; the sticky sweet coating of sauce is a perfect trap for the briny sand of the beach as he drops it.

His smile is gone now, and while he isn't so much grumpy as irritated, his brow is low and stern enough to warn of far worse than he actually means to promise. ]

We can talk about tits later. Did you take a bite of that?

wildcarding a sfw scavenger hunt quest~ (to push my own agenda lol sorry)

[bedroll]

[ While others seem to be all but withering under the heat of the "sun," Gladio's thriving. He's more than willing to ignore the way the sky still repeats like a screensaver, and the way he's gone almost a whole day without so much as a hint of sunscreen without feeling any kind of burn, for the sheer enjoyment of something that almost (almost) truly feels like being outdoors again. He's not exactly a beach person most of the time, but the smell of the sea and the hiss of the dune brush at the merger of beach and gardens brings him back to a simpler time. A sadder time, if he lets himself dwell...

Which is why he's actually sort of grateful for the stupid scavenger hunt. It keeps his body and his mind busy with goals, a purpose, and an excuse to chat up anyone he sees with an easy, surely non-creepy ice breaker. Sunglasses and sandals are easy enough to ask for from just about anyone, though getting a pair has proven a bit more difficult than anticipated. Probably because everyone else is looking for them too. Still, as the day wanes and the sun sinks below the uncanny horizon, pinks and oranges streaking through the encroaching deep blue, he's very nearly completed the list.

Who better, then, to chase down towards one of the bungalows than an old friend? The kid owes him nothing at all really, but Gladio can't help wondering if the request might be an easy sell. Even if he's dressed somewhat more modestly than Yusuke at the moment. ]

Fox! Fox! Don't go in yet. I got a favor to ask you.

[bedroll]

[ He can see it in her face, the way she's holding back everything he's been balling up since he got here. Since he'd shamefully given up looking for Noctis as determinedly as he'd started, months ago. So he gives her that time, to grieve, to hope, to worry, to wonder, and waits for her to swallow it back down like he knows she can. She earns a crooked smile, just as sad as the look in her eyes, and gives a small roll of a shrug. ]

Most things around here don't really run on wisdom. You just sort of have to accept what's happening and find a way to get it done.

[ He isn't about to explain how he's learned that perhaps the hardest way possible, twice over. She's clearly only just woken up here, and he recalls vividly how disorienting and overwhelming those first few days are. She doesn't need to know just how bad it's going to get, and how much worse than that it could get, until she's had at least a meal and a night's sleep.

So, instead, he turns towards the group of lifeguards, squawking away at each other, each of the masculine ones almost as large as he is. There's no real telling what to expect from them, though he doesn't exactly trust that they're anything like decent lifeguards. Not with the way they hover together and chat; not with the way they circle the barbecue stand like vultures. ]

Maybe we can convince them to hand over some feathers and a pair of shorts. It doesn't say you have to take them off someone else, right?

[ He strides beside her, square-shouldered and imposing, looking even more the part of a rank higher than he is. He's seen that sometimes the "wildcards" get gifted—and sometimes they get punished. He isn't quite sure yet which one she might be in for, and he'll do his damnedest to prevent the latter. ]

I guess if you do, I'll just get them to give me a new pair, and you can have mine then.

[belialedge]

[ Just as Kokomi looses a gentler exhale, Ragna can't help but be less subtle with his deeper sigh. At the very least, his thought remains internal before she's asking him for his name. ]

(The hell is it with this place and bringing the softest people here?)

[ But then, who did deserve to get kidnapped to some supernatural casino resort that was practically fuelled on the carnal? There's a way that the woman carries herself, purity in her cadence yet in control of herself. Planning her next movements... She's about as calm as can be for a girl who woke up with nothing to her name but a robe and what looks like a charm on her person.

If Kokomi here was going to be gathering info, than he might as well come out of his hideaway on the bottom bunk, carefully shuffling closer just so he can swing his legs over the side of the bed, leaning forward a little before tilting his head towards her. ]

I'm Ragna. [ A beat. ] It's supposed to be June, and I woke up here back in February.

I'd say it's nice to meetcha, but, would've preferred that anywhere but here.

no worries at all!!! 🫡 i hope you're feeling better

[nobodyhome]

No. [ Said with a click of her tongue, and then: ] Well. Challenges utilizing other muscles in the body, yes, and plenty of them. But I'm not interested in making a sideshow of myself, which is clearly what whoever organized this little event intended for. I mean, just look at them. No dignity.

[ Outis vaguely gestures behind her, where people are still attempting to crush watermelons with their asses, hooting and hollering all the while. TERRIBLE. ]

They can do as they like; I've nothing to prove in terms of power. [ She crosses her arms over her chest with a huff, turning back to him. ] Advocating for this nonsense so much, I would have thought you'd be rushing to get up there with them.

[ But no, this young man is rather relaxed... and he still has that smile on his face, a stark contrast to Outis' perpetual scowl. ]

b.

[bunk]

[ dan heng feels very much like a fish out of water-- especially considering the swimsuit that was forced upon him with little regard for his own comfort or taste for that matter. this is already not the type of scene he prefers to find himself in and now with his decidedly silly swimwear, he finds himself even more hyperaware of his surroundings.

everything is far too loud and lively, he finds, overwhelming with all the festivities. it is while he's trying to find somewhere to take a moment of reprieve that he spots a familiar head of grey hair, standing with rocks in hand as if she's about to eat them-- ]

Stelle? Don't eat that.

[ he approaches her quickly, holding onto her wrist to stop her from shoving a rock in her mouth-- she can't keep eating everything she finds wherever she goes..... ]

[artcritic]

Too easy, [Yusuke sighs. He's seriously lamenting the fact that they cannot go outside and are stuck in this hotel indefinitely. Sure, they have everything they need, but he is going a bit crazy. This 'outing' helps, but there's only so much it can replace. With how things were going, who knows what the Hotel did to DO this.]

There are moments, yes. Especially when the Hotel likes to push its agenda onto us. [The drugs, the aphrodisiacs, drinks without any of them asking for it.] But on normal, slow days- well. I think a lot. Perhaps too much.

[He shakes his head and smiles,] It's fine. I share the sentiment.

[He looks around,] Would like to go for a walk? Might as well take the opportunity to enjoy the evening.

[massochism]

I don't think it's "misbehaving" to act a little less formally, is it? It's much easier to be less polite with people I know well.

[the question and half-answer are both light and earnest, not defiant in themselves. long fingers lace together and his smile remains just as serene as it was before.]

But... I suppose that simply depends on how much I'd like to be punished, and whether or not misbehaving would be well-received in the first place.

[it makes him an odd sort of brat, bound by so many conventions and still often afraid to break them until he's forced to. he's definitely simpler than Rufus thinks, especially after years of growth and months of pursuing his desires at the resort, but honestly wouldn't blame him for worrying, if he knew that was happening.]