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

[glorification]

( At first, Eichi doesn't know who he's reaching out to. It's a reach of desperation, some attempt to tether himself back to this Earth before his body attempts to free him from it. His fingers can hardly manage much of a grip, and the heat beneath his skin has far surpassed that of the rabbit skewer spice on his tongue. The fact that he's able to grasp anything is a miracle in and of itself, but before he can properly begin to feel any sort of relief, a shrill voice breaks through the clouding of his mind, and his face scrunches up as if the heat's just been cranked up to 11. )

Hiyori-kun?

( Faint though it is, he's able to voice his confusion at hearing his fellow idol now. A quick glance shows him that his assumption is correct, and while Hiyori begins to go on about heat mirages, Eichi heaves out a sigh that could very well be his last.

But it's not! Thankfully. Maybe. )

Hiyori-kun.

( He tries again, this time firmer, even in the buttery tone his voice always manages to carry. There's an annoyance through the pain and suffering that would be difficult to replicate, and his fingers curl past his condition to leave small crescent shaped indents in Hiyori's skin. )

This heat mirage of yours is going to collapse if you continue to speak without acting.

( Help?? Can they at least like, go inside? Is there air conditioning somewhere? )

[bleakdecember]

[He doesn't expect Pino to come to him so quickly, so easily. In the real world, he might have leaned back like the cat who got the cream and made the other boy crawl on him.

But this is a dream, and Akechi's heart aches. Cool metal touches his lip and he nearly gasps. He reaches up to place one hand on Pinocchio's cheeks, his eyes wide and yearning. Needy, really. In this light, they don't look so red.

When they kiss, Akechi reaches up to grasp desperately to the fabric of Pinocchio's shirt, sliding around to his back to try and bring him closer.]

I don't think, [He begins, breathlessly,] I need to say anything. As long as you stay here.

ii-a (for now)

[resound]

You’re in my spot.

( there’s a furry shadow looming over eichi, now, though the parasol sadly blocks most of it. shuu’s enjoyment of the beach has been soured by this sudden development— though admittedly, if not for this, he would’ve found some other reason to radiate disgust. as things are, he leans over, tapping the table that sits between the seats; an empty can of some sugary cola-or-other sits there, complete with curly straw. his curly straw.

the new can he’s just retrieved comes to rest on eichi’s forehead, still icy cold and dripping with condensation. surely the temperature shock will help reclaim his seat. )

Pay attention to your surroundings if you don’t wanna die.

( it’s an awfully hostile manner of speech towards someone who is, as far as he can measure, a complete stranger, and likely undeserving of such words over a mere chair— but who would he be, if he wasn’t giving death threats at the first opportunity he could? )

[befehl]

( Sunday reaches for his feathers so he can groom them back into perfection. It also serves as a distraction from the sudden spike of heat making his heart race. He calculates every thought carefully before he speaks. Considering how quick Six recoils away from his pain, his words are trustworthy as far as harm goes. )

First, it was our agreement we would exchange information about one another. I believe it's your turn now, Mr. Six. Remove your mask and tell me what you are.

( Don't mind him squeezing some firmness into his words, some bite. Besides, he rather not think about Mr. Gopher Wood's voice or his hands. )

[keyeju]

[ Ma'am he can't think two feet past his dick right now, he absolutely does not. Regardless, he does maintain a certain level of confidence as he just barely takes his eyes off of her (damn, what the hell is with the squeeze in his chest just from looking away from his momentary companion here?), and points in one direction down the beach.

There are bungalows in that general area. They can B&E before fucking on someone else's bed, or at the very least get frisky behind one of the buildings so they're out of direct sight line. He's finding himself increasingly less picky as the seconds tick by. ]

That way.

[keyeju]

[ Still not fully understanding that the man Ashiro sees in front of her right now is Kafka and not her pain in the ass fellow Captain, Narumi's taking that comment at face value. It's... probably still true regardless, so it's fine that it gives him pause. ]

How recently are we talking?

[ He's already gotten the "warm" welcome to the idea of multiple versions of the same planet, so space is all sorts of fucked up in this place. Is time as well? That would be convenient for him, all things considered. ]

[broca]

[ Well he certain did look at it, even if he has failed to understand the purpose. Maybe the problem is not the hole, but the hole onlooker.

Something to consider.

(Or not).

Broca gives Hung a study now instead, and this time he seems to understand a lot better, and nods in agreement. He can absolutely see how the floor might have suffered that one. As for time, well... ]

Half a year...

weiss schnee (rwby), current char

[schmisse]

a: daydream parasols
( gen or spicy )

[ Weiss hasn't been out for so long but the heat is definitely getting to her. While her home was comfy, Atlas was in the continent of Solitas and was in the tundras. It was a lot colder than most areas, and right now? She feels like she's going to melt.

It would be so easy to leave and go back to her suite, but with so many people at the "beach" with some people who look like they've only just arrived, she wants to be alert. Maybe her friends or family (god forbid) might find themselves here. It just wouldn't be right to not be there for them right off the bat. And since she isn't hearing any loud noises or hearing people start fights, she figures. . . it wouldn't be so bad to close her eyes for a second, right? If she misses her friends because she took a little nap, they'd understand.

...

Her eyes open moments later, but it doesn't look like time has passed. Completely unaware that this is a dream, she looks over to the person sat on the other side of the chair. They hadn't moved either. Only then does she notice in the corner of her eyes how the sky looks.

The sand on the beach has turned into snow. ]

Did I miss something when I closed my eyes? It doesn't even feel that hot anymore.


b: scavenger hunt, easy
( gen or spicy )

[ It is unfortunate when it's almost been 24 hours and Weiss Schnee, this tiny girl who bursts with competitiveness is unable to collect five feathers from a lifeguard. There's just an hour left in her timer, and judging by what she's seen of other guests who weren't able to compete? They get chased around, their bottoms are lifted and pulled down until their ass is showing, and then they get spanked.

She doesn't want to get spanked! Not in public!! ]

H- Hey! [ She's got sunglasses, see? Surely she can be useful to some extent. Weiss pulls down the pair of glasses down her nose, enough to show her eyes, and then pushes them back up. Is she cool yet? ] If you're playing the game, maybe we can help each other out.

I need you to tackle one of the lifeguards for me. In exchange, you get these.

[ Tap tap to the edge of her glasses on one side. ]

... oooooor any other favour? If you're not playing.


c: who's the loneliest of them all?
( prrrrobably gen? lmk if you want anything spicy with this one )

[ The feeling of overwhelming loneliness is a familiar one, sad as it is to admit. Alcoholic drinks aren't something Weiss is too fond of but will have in a social gathering, so she asked the mermaid at the bar which one tasted the sweetest amongst their selection. 'Lo and behold, she is offered a Seaberry Floradora. Extra sweet for a queen, the mertender says!

Whatever that means, that sense of loneliness coupled with something sweet doesn't turn Weiss into this sad and angry young lady. Instead, she's... happy! Cheery and quite desperate to have some company that she decides to slide up next to the first person who makes eye contact with her in the floating bar.

Whether that means sitting next to a new person, sliding her hand in theirs, or outright clinging to their arm. . . They are now accompanied by one (1) Weiss Schnee. ]

I'm so alone.

[ 🥺🥺🥺 she's brought out the puppy eyes. Surely she won't be left alone like this, right? ]


d: wildcard & ooc notes
( weiss is a queen of spades, so her suit acting up in the first prompt will be based on the spade effects! feel free to get as wild and as kooky with the dream. you can even generate a prompt and i'll roll with it! the dream doesn't have to be covered in snow, either! we wing it o7

she is 20 in-game; ota wrt age and gender. more info on her journal! feel free to send a pm if you'd like to plot stuff. hit me up with your own prompt too if none of the ones above strike your fancy! )

[factoring]

[ It's not that hard to break into a room out here. She's broken into plenty of places she shouldn't have been before. Easy enough. ]

Alright. That should be fine.

[ She starts heading off, not in any particular rush. They'll get there when they get there. It's not like he'll die if he doesn't fuck. ]

[starcinoma]

[ she knows that voice. more importantly, she knows that habit of showing up without warning. she turns, a faint smile on her face as she murmurs- ]

I missed you, Kiana.

[ -and just. very casually, very lightly, tries to tilt kiana's head back for a kiss. ]

[starcinoma]

[ oh, the gullmen just hate that. but they know better than to play with fire - especially when it's coming from someone with the unmistakable bearing of a c-level executive. they scatter after a moment, with one or two staying a single moment extra to flex intimidatingly at topaz - and the now-prone stelle.

when they've finally cleared out, she groans and pushes herself upright. ]

My hero...

[ not that you'd know she was being serious, with the deadpan way she says it. ]

[keyeju]

[ You know, as a soldier he should probably take some issue with that idea....

But he ain't a cop, so that's not actually his problem.

What is his problem right now is that Kyoko sure does seem to enjoy taking her sweet time moving, and while she might not think he will die if he doesn't fuck, he's starting to feel like he might. The decision to move the party away from the public seems less and less like a good idea as the move, Kyoko with the air of someone who is just here for a good time, and Gen like an impatient child.

That's all to say there's a lot of walking ahead of her on his part, and then frustratedly backtracking when he realizes that she's not matching the pace he's trying to coax her into. ]

II.

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley is glad for having built a good tolerance for alcohol because he has drank more of these cocktails than he wants to admit. The familiarity of water through his lungs is a siren's call that he cannot resist. He missed Fontaine's water and he missed the feeling of being able to swim through its depths without needing to worry about surfacing.

He easily moves through the water like he had always been meant for it, a careful glide through the shallows. He eventually comes upon Kokomi curled up, stopping in front of her. Some might be concerned, but he's mostly curious. Wriothesley swims around her before stopping in front of her.

Surprisingly though, he doesn't bother her. Instead, he seems to stick around as though to watch to make sure she's alright. It also means that other guests don't seem to approach her with their concern with him idling around her as though he's taking care of her.]

[starcinoma]

[ that smile...! stelle can't help but return it, and even if her own smile is faint there's no denying it's genuine. ]

Yeah. So we are.

[ that's all she gives before walking forward, clearly intent on leading the way. sorry, firefly. maybe they should get away from the gullmen gang?? ]

...another dreamscape. [ a moment's reflection. ] Probably.

[factoring]

[ Kyoko is always here for a good time. She does, indeed, tend to force people into her pace. Though with this, she thinks he'd be perfectly fine running ahead and breaking into a bungalow first.

She is not changing her pace for him at all, curious to see what he'll do. Will he whine? Will he accept it? ]

[dreamunchained]

Not one I'd expect of The Family, but we certainly can't count the idea out.

[She follows after Stelle without hesitation, of a like mind that she really wanted nothing more to do with bird people than she really had to. Plenty of that already, thanks!]

Have you tried to wake?

[For her it was, uhhh. A tad more complicated, soooo.]

[defendog]

[ hot furry men in your area (real)! ]

Shouldn't be that hard...

[ after all, he's been sort of stress testing it by putting his whole weight on it. ]

... you really don't think I can? I mean, I'll have to try even harder knowing you'll be the one helping me get the pulp out of my fur!

Hehe! Ty ty!

[emeinator]

By keeping such stories alive, then you are doing them justice. Stories change with time and time will inadvertently cause deterioration, but the words once spoken before need not be the same words you speak now. All that matters is that by sharing it, that story might find itself breathing life to another. I will accept whatever the story is and your interpretation of it. [Because the story itself will eventually fade away from her memories. What matters to her is that she got to experience it for the moment and the feeling that will linger.

She listens, letting the words weave a canvas of a scene that is worth of the brilliance it leaves in the stars.]

I see. You needn't try and figure out what it feels as one enriched by combat, but instead, I think that one can relate the heat of battle as a means of survival. The battle is clear, but one can wonder if he felt excitement for the fight or did he worry for his life every moment he fought. I merely want to know the emotions it might evoke.

[Let her taste, for a moment, something that she will carry on her path.]

those who pound sand

[riskybeenus]

[You know, this place was always pretty weird, and while at first he kind of hated it with a passion for being just an overgrown prison with shiny lights, he can't deny that it gets points for being... unique.

Especially when he witnesses a woman shrieking as she runs past, saying something about demonic beasts while a lifeguard chases her. He hasn't actually taken a sip of the drink he just acquired, thinks for half a second if it was a waste anyway without at least a sip, but he knows how this place operates enough to assume it might be more of a hassle to chase after her after drinking it, knowing it might have some weird effect. So, with a sigh, he abandons the drink to some clueless schmuck who's going to get really horny later for it, and decides to chase after.

He doesn't have rank, but he does have an attitude, one he wields like a weapon as he blocks the path of the avian lifeguards, grinning wildly.]

Hey, mister! Yer help's needed. That guy's drowning and needs a peck of life.

[He points to a random direction towards the beach, where plenty of people are, which makes it hard to find which body is supposedly going under.]

Time's a wastin'! If ya don't go, we're gonna be down a man. Come on.

[Hopefully, that works.]

03.

[dreamunchained]

[Given she's currently wearing quite a large sun hat, it's no surprise Sunday doesn't have any hint of recognition for who she is upon speaking to her; most likely he's in search of casual and normalized conversation from someone in this foreign place, if she had to wager a guess. Unfortunately for Sunday, Firefly is pretty good at remembering a familiar voice when she hears it, and it's with a heaved sigh that she tilts her head back to look up at him from where she sat in the sand to confirm her suspicion, expression not exactly welcoming upon seeing him, though not put off either. While his ideologies weren't her favorite to put it lightly, she at least was polite enough to deign him with an answer, and to be honest... she kind of needed some normalized conversation right now herself, especially from a familiar face.]

I've watched countless night skies across numerous planets and star systems, and it never fails to be a dazzling sight. Hello, Mister Sunday.

i. I just think that it would be funny for them to wake up together again.

[armwriostle]

[The thump of Hung hitting his head against the ceiling immediately has the boxer sitting up, awake and trying to take in the situation around him. His first instinct is that somehow someone had gotten into his suite, but he immediately takes in the space around him is not his room.

It also means that he is just in time to watch...Hung drop to the floor from the top bunk. Oh...

He looks over the side of the bed and-] Oh? We need to stop meeting this way, monsieur.

Ianthe Tridentarius | The Locked Tomb | Current Player/New Character

[vorrible]

arrival

[It is quite jarring to go from a station isolated 40 billion light years away from the rest of civilization—and also under attack—to a bustling beach. Whether this is salvation, madness, or disaster, she can't yet say. Probably a mix of at least two out of the three.

After exiting the bungalow where she awoke, Ianthe walks barefoot through the sand with her purple and gold (very on-brand, she'll give it that) robe fluttering in the artificial breeze. That's the first thing she really takes note of, aside from the people—that all of this, the sky, the breeze, the waves, is an elaborate bit of set dressing. This makes more sense to her than the alternative, though it gives her no comfort beyond that.

She'll sidle up to the nearest person who doesn't have a fucking bird head and ask,]

Quick question. What the fuck?

[For someone wearing only a flimsy, loosely-belted robe, she doesn't seem particularly self-conscious of being exposed. She also cuts a rather imposing and perhaps unsettling figure, being that she's over six feet tall, built like a gangly scarecrow, and her right arm is a fleshless gilded skeleton. ]

barbecue bonanza: hybrid fruit skewers

[Later on, having at some point added a gold and black one piece swimsuit under the robe, she's drawn to the barbecue booth by the smell of cooked meat. She's totally indifferent to the plight of what's-his-name, flashing a voucher at him and walking away with a couple of skewers of indeterminate meat, vegetables, and fruit (which may turn out to be a pearapple or a cherryuzu).

The taste is better than she expects, if a bit odd, and she polishes off the first one rather quickly. As she swallows down the last bite of unknown fruit and sucks the skewer clean, Ianthe suddenly zeroes in on someone nearby with a gleam in her eye.]

Have you tried these? They're delectable.

scavenger hunt: hard mode (nsfw)

[Though she is skeptical of the message, she also doesn't feel like fighting a bunch of seagull-headed freaks trying to drag her to the fuck pillory, so hey ho.

Bathing suit bottoms are the easiest item on the list. Those she can just snatch—and she does, scoping out any that might be left unattended by skinny-dippers or exhibitionists, though she's not above plucking a pair of tie-side bikini bottoms right off or pantsing someone in baggy swim trunks if she has to.

Nudes, well, again there may be some people going at it in public with zero sense of decorum, and she'll snap some candids if she can. Otherwise, she's left with approaching likely targets—those who give off a vibe of being confident, shameless, maybe a smidge enamored with their own looks—and flashing her most coquettish smile.]

Show me yours and I'll show you mine?

[Pubic hairs—good God, really?—she can, with any luck, acquire from the stolen swimsuit bottoms. If not, she'll see if she can two-for-one any of the other list items. Bite marks are a bit trickier, because her Lyctoral healing will instantaneously erase them from her own skin. She'll have to bite someone else and get pictures to have something to turn in.

As for a cup of cum, if she's come this far already, she won't be stopped at the last hurdle. Scavenging an abandoned cocktail glass, she'll look for a horny idiot and impatiently thrust the receptacle at him.]

Get your dick out. This should only take a minute.

[With the creative application of flesh necromancy, that is.]

wildcard

[Open to playing with other prompts as well, particularly the cocktail effects, or threads set in other locations in the resort! Ping me on plurk @ onedumbjoke if you want to hash something out. Ianthe's permissions/kinks are here, using an old post as a placeholder for now.]

[endyourstory]

I missed you too, Stelle -

[ her blue eyes glisten, with no embellishment - it's clear that this is just kiana, without any of the complication finality brings. truly just a Normal Girl.

which is something one would think she'd have noticed before now but, well, this is kiana. so she's taken entirely by surprise when she laughs and snaps her fingers and nothing at all happens. she tries a few more times, but she continues to be just standing out in public being kissed by someone she knows isn't going to stop at kissing. so she pulls back, trying to put a finger on stelle's lips to hold her back just a little. ]

H-hey! We should go somewhere else -

[orobashi]

( Though Kokomi is looking for solitude, it's a certain type of solitude that she seeks. One in the ocean, down deep enough where light can't reach but life is abundant, where the creatures, unbothered by her presence, swim by her in rushing currents and slow curves. Here, there is no darkness. There are no creatures. The plastic, faintly glowing false fish speckled around her are an attempt at a recreation, but this sort of isolation is cold, suffocating. It's not the sensation of diving into the water, it's the feeling of being kept out of it.

But then there's movement. The rush of water indicates that someone is approaching, like a breeze in an otherwise still sky. Kokomi opens her eyes, still for the moment, and considers. By the time she lifts her head, uncurling from her position, it's not a fish that greets her, but a human. One wearing a rather concerned expression.

Kokomi's answer is to smile, a warm ray of sun this deep in the water. The light still reaches from above, however, and so she can see the person before her quite clearly. She places a hand over her own chest, and in a careful swishing of her legs, performs an underwater bow of sorts, elegant as ever. In other words, I'm just fine.

Curious, though— was this someone else who had taken in one of those drinks? To be able to have company beneath the water without creating a bubble for them is a new and exciting idea. As her hand drops away from her chest, her vision becomes more clear, dangling lightly from the front bow of her bikini top. She waves, instead, a gentle little left and right with her palm before a tilt of her head indicates her questioning. A swim? A dive?

Perhaps together?

This is the sort of solitude that may work as a refresher, right now. Silence, but company. )

[orobashi]

Both.

( It seems that Kokomi has no trouble indulging him in these curiosities, at least to a certain extent. Her hand lifts to the bow at the front of her bikini, fingers tracing around the vision that's held there— it likely looks like nothing more than a decoration, here. An ornament. It's fine, regardless. )

It is... like a symbol to my people. A memory of events long passed.

( Her hand drops, again, and she turns her bright eyes back to Six. )

Will you show me one of your own?