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

[swearfilter]

I've gotta see your attempt.

[Boothill grins at that, though and the comment about his hair makes him laugh and hold up his hands.]

That would've been the smart thing to do, huh? I'll do that, but you don't gotta worry about me.

[swearfilter]

Hah, that does seem like a better place to start! Name's Boothill; nice to meet ya, Navia.

[theidlemaiden]

[ But the better question is do they have whozits and whatzits galore in there too?

Hilda will be the first to admit that as long as she doesn't look up at Gilbert, it's honestly not that bad being swept up and cradled against his chest. This is a vastly preferred form of interaction with the lifeguards than them running after her at a breakneck speed.

The placement of her on the chair is a little confusing but it's fine since her ankle isn't actually twisted. But just as he's about to head back to the guard tower (something about getting her a pillow Hilda springs into action knowing that that definitely can't happen. After all, she hadn't seen her partner in crime leave yet. ]

Actually, do you think you could just get me some ice? I don't need a pillow that'd be silly. And far too excessive. [ Her eyes begin to water again. ] And I really don't want to be left alone too long after just arriving here.

[swearfilter]

[Shhhhh, there's no reason to think about that, he's totally a well-behaved individual!!

Anyway, Boothill grins at that, clearly pleased with choice. He knows his fangs better than anyone else, and he knows they can absolutely be a hassle to work around. So he steps forward, into Sunday's space and presents his left cheek so Sunday's not dealing with his bangs.]

Whenever you're ready, then.

[abyssmade]

Yep, it's me!

[ He can't help but be like this, gregarious and outgoing. He's the first to call himself a bad guy, but he's also…kind of just a guy, if you can ignore his whole Abyss thing. And his need to fight everyone all the time. It's fine!

But he's not looking to fight Navia or anyone else at this moment. His immediate goal is to win this scavenger hunt thing. ]

Let's see…I need everything except the hairs and three swimsuit bottoms. I haven't been at this long. I probably could have got the photos in the locker room or something, but I don't wanna take someone's picture without their permission, y'know?

[ He's not above stealing bathing suit bottoms from a locker, but he doesn't bother saying that. ]

I don't mind if people want to take my picture though. No big deal.

[swearfilter]

Huh. Yeah, good point. Seems like some people are already used to it.

[People who arrived earlier, especially. What an odd place... Getting used to it seems like it'd be impossible, but then, people are bound to get used to nearly anything when stuck with it for awhile.]

Nope, no specifications on what kind at all. So anything goes, I'd assume. Whatever you wanna give; I'll leave it up to you.

[swearfilter]

[...considers...]

Okay, gotta admit that one would be pretty darn hot. Missed opportunity right there.

[Instead we just have the silly contest that's bound to end in bruised asses!!!]

[befehl]

Olivine, then.

( Frankly, Sunday is accustomed to others addressing him formally and he values such behavior. His feet sink into the colder sands so he can get closer to his new companion. The silence is so deafening he hears the grains' texture, yet he can't hear the distant hush of the ocean. It's a like they're in a bubble, either shielded or targeted. )

I insist, let bygones be bygones.
I've been gathering some other useful information, but you are the expert, no? If we come across anything suspicious, I trust your tenured self.

( Sunday still hasn't experienced full suit activation, even though symptoms of it flash through him every now and then. Defying his racing heart or creeping anxiety comes with his role as former Family Head in Penacony. He can handle the mental stress if he's able to control his surroundings - which he can't do here. It's bound to drive him crazy. )

Everything almost seems the same, so you're right. What about that structure over there?

( The building, he means. In this shared dream, objects are bound to cross their subconscious. )

[swearfilter]

Eh, not too sure about that one. [His tastes are very expensive.] But let's see what they've got, yeah?

[And so off we go! Boothill takes a seat and gestures for Furina to join him. The drink selection is better than he thought it'd be, though none of his favorites are on offer, unfortunately. It's definitely too early in the morning to drink, but will that stop Boothill? Absolutely not. He returns his attention to Furina first.]

Find anything worthwhile here? We can keep lookin' if nothing here's to your taste.

Free Real Estate

[ratratrat]

[Some vampires yearn to see the sun again, but Charlie isn't one of them. He awoke to bright light spilling in the window and stared it down the way a predator watches another predator.

Tucked into the shadow of the bunk above, his gaze finally peels away from the threat of sunrays when a roommate begins to stir.

He watches the girl awaken and curiously peek around - she has no issue with the light, then. Seeing her fiddling with her watch reminds him of his own, and he twists his wrist impatiently. Charlie shifts to stand, hand raised as his balance rocks forward... then one funky little dust particle shines in the light.

He lets his body fall backwards with a wordless eyeroll.]

Hey! You know how this thing works? [The man's voice is anything but soothing - he demands her attention both verbally and by raising his wrist and gesturing to the watch.]

[chokuto]

[Sorry he doesn't have rich boy taste. Also, that name does sound familiar, but unfortunately Sasuke never spoke with Reno directly, so —]

Unless he arrives to discover you've taken his identity.

[It's a dry quip. With the shirt obtained (for his Hawaiian-shirt-wearing boyfriend, okay), he appears content to trail after Rufus while the man continues shopping. Though he will not offer any opinion on Rufus' selections unless prompted first. ... Well, probably.]

You seem as though you'll handle this place fine, based on your reaction overall. Or you're simply good at hiding your true thoughts.

[sociallinks]

[ Oh, there she goes...! Minato watches her fall off her floaty without a change in his blank expression, also not reacting to her justifiably becoming grossed out. Instead, he just presses a few things on his Watch and holds out his wrist for her so she can glance at the scavenger hunt message that he got earlier. ]

Yeah, see?

[ He would offer to help her back up onto her floaty, but uh, he's pretty sure that he'll just dragged off as well so instead, he just reaches out to hold onto her floaty with one of his feet so it doesn't drift away. Here you are. ]

Interesting place, huh?

[sociallinks]

Mm...

[ Minato watches as she reaches out before pulling back, forcing a smile, and he presses his lips together, not having much to say. Instead, he shoves one of his hands into the robe's pockets and steps closer as he outstretches out his other hand. She wants to check that he's real, right? Then she can. She doesn't need to hold back, especially when he understands where she's coming from, so he just silently allows her to confirm exactly that. ]

Re: II. SANDY SCAVENGING

[gettingmilk]

[The summary of life is this: a night is a series of interruptions that become increasingly mundane the longer one experiences them. One's capacity to ignore these intrusions declines in step with novelty, too, and people undergo a bull-like transformation as a result. Such creatures require red flags, beach-dwellers the red toe post of a flimsy sandal.

Sid is most certainly a beach-dweller.

A man of his forties turns towards the flash of color and electric temperament of the salesman before him. His swim-trunks are bright, yellow backgrounds nigh invisible thanks to cats of pastel colors overlapping each other in a tapestry of feline fun. They stand out stark against the black hair that rises from the center of Sid's waist and trail up into the shadows of his loosely buttoned shirt. The top is anything but cohesive, explosions of neon green meeting harsh purple leaves with yellow suns peeking out to smile.

Sid nods with respect when he sees the haul. He adjust his collar where three pairs of sunglasses hang like a war prize, a fourth sitting on the bridge of his nose as the only buffer between him and the egg-like ooze that constructed Charlie's oculars.]

"I'll trade you pair for pair--Two of my sunglasses for yours."

2-b

[schmisse]

Eek!

[ Weiss saw a head in the sand, she truly did! And yet, the "boo" gets her to back away a little and let out a high-pitched noise. It is a miracle she didn't drop her mango slushie. ]

What the heck! What's your problem?!

[ She did not count that as asking for help. No one would be buried in the sand unless they didn't want that to happen after all, right? Right??? ]

[unionized]

Oh, he wouldn't object.

[What's funny is how immediately and how offhandedly the remark comes — like he doesn't even have to think about it, as matter-of-fact as if he were describing the temperature or his own hair color. Because the question isn't whether Reno would complain, because he would assuredly complain with all the breath in his lungs, but he wouldn't mind. All of his Turks are far too loyal for that.

The newly-donned sunglasses hide the scrutinizing look he shoots toward the shirt Sasuke picks up, but it doesn't take long before he's breezing past it in search of something halfway decent for himself. Would that we all had boyfriends to shop for us, but right now he's pantsless and nobody's going to remedy that problem save himself.]

Besides. What's the alternative to handling it fine, falling apart and crumbling? Not likely.

[sociallinks]

[ Oh... oh! That's a very familiar feeling of healing, but perhaps all types of healing just feel the same? He doesn't question it, instead just pulling his hands back to take a look. Good as new! ]

You should have done that first. [ yeah why'd you waste his time by asking about bandaids when you could just heal ] Thanks.

[ Keep in mind that he's saying all this while he still has a skewer in his mouth... but he quickly takes care of that problem by munching on everything and pulling out an empty wooden stick. Then he just holds it out for Kazuya to take. Thanks for the food. Here's the garbage. ]

Got any other tricks?

[ or is healing the only fun thing that you can do ]

[cartographie]

So you also got suckered into a scavenger hunt, huh? If you're really going to send me something I can use, I'll see what I can do.

[cartographie]

Snacks once we're out of the water. [ She answers decisively, the hand on Weiss' side traveling across her back until Nami's got her arm looped loosely around her friend. ] Less soggy that way.

[ Nami may have missed being in the water desperately, but not enough to accidentally end up consuming seawater because their snacks got splashed.

She tilts her head, bending slightly to compensate for their difference in height so she can prop her chin on Weiss' shoulder and look at the drinks on offer, nodding. ]

The chocolate one sounds fancy. [ Her gaze flicks sideways, one corner of her mouth lifting in a fond smirk. ] Perfect for you.

[ And since queens don't wait for service, it just takes a quick wave and a point at the right spot on the menu to take care of ordering for both of them, no need to move from where she's comfortably settled in with Weiss. ]

[cartographie]

He's really talented. We've drawn together before, I always learn something new watching him work.

[ Being referred to as Hua Cheng's friend lends a note of genuine warmth to her otherwise cautious expression, and Nami tips her head in a nod. ]

I hope I am, he's my friend too. [ She's still new to having a life that affords for things like friends, it's nice to hear someone she considers one of them thinks of her in the same way. ]

Does that mean you haven't seen an ocean like this before, either?

[massochism]

Does it? I find consequences thrilling, actually.

[that amuses him somehow. Sand feels almost silken beneath his feet, shifting in a way that helps propel him forward effortlessly. It's still hard for him to parse Rufus' own intentions, his wants. He's reserved and calculating, and the younger man still isn't used to figuring out how he wants to act around that.

Even so, he stops just inside the edge of reach, now. Truly, he's lucky his suit hasn't put him right into pleading again...]

I'm not afraid of risks, especially not anymore. I just don't like earnestly upsetting people.

[but he's pretty sure he's not misreading this part, at least not now. Not with the way his head tilts, drawing Olivine's gaze from the gentle slope of his neck down to the expanse of skin framed by loose fabric. Beautiful, really, and the priest makes no effort to hide how he's taking him in, let alone the particularly deep need in brilliant green eyes.

A little like a noble, he thinks. Sure and proud, regardless of the situation, always seeking the way to his own wishes.]

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[ratratrat]

[OOC: I'm not going to make this SFW but I read your permissions so I want to keep it flirty and/or awkward instead of going straight to smashing! Let me know if you'd like anything changed \o/]

What would you do for me if they did? [Charlie had already been considering the risks and rewards of freeing a pillory victim. But to explore such an opportunity, one needs a victim. All the losing players he's passed thus far as he circles their posts like a vulture seemed to be enjoying themselves.

But this woman?

She's clearly a captive. Charlie has no designs to change that reality, pillory or not.

Waking up in a strange new place means there's nobody here indebted to him. How's a man supposed to get anything done!?

He approaches, a pep in his step, and stops at her side - just so she'll have to crane her neck to see him. With a crooked smile, Charlie makes sure to catch her eye before continuing.] If you don't want to risk owing me too much, I can do the sunscreen for you. [Low stakes extortion.]

[sociallinks]

[ Oh, it's a good thing that she didn't drop that slushie all over his head. It would be nice, considering all this heat and sun, but it'd probably become really sticky really fast... anyway, he looks up at her with a blank face, like he didn't just scare her with his monotone 'boo'. Instead, he just answers with the same monotone; ]

I'm stuck and I need help.

[cartographie]

Maybe. Or maybe I'm trying to get an idea of where on this beach you are, so I can come say hello and thank you for being so generous.

[ She already knew it, but after the second picture comes through and Nami, again, has to stop and take a moment to admire it, she's certain she's not sharing these pictures with anyone else, she'll find other nudes for the scavenger hunt – these are too pretty to share. ]

Gonna take me a second if you keep sending me pictures like that, Yasha, I have to keep stopping and catch my breath.

Baptiste LaFontaine | Original | New Player

[molotovmoustache]

(CW: Vampire Hunter. Permissions can be found here! All prompts are open to SFW or NSFW. M/M + M/F are fair game with NSFW.)

Ia. THOSE WHO POUND SAND

[Waking up to an overbooked villa and the wonders of just how far electricy had come in this age should've been the strangest, most pressing matter for Baptiste LaFontaine this evening. Instead, he had quickly found it to be the opening flourish to a rather confounding song and dance, with each step only bringing more questions than any true answers.

So, instead of dwelling upon the unknowns - the Quebecois had found himself dressed down to swimmers far more reminiscent of underwear (the word 'speedo' not even a dream in the venacular of this man plucked straight from the 1890s) and was fully content to suck down the tip of a cherry frozen treat as he pondered his next steps. The curvature of his moustache leant an air of a preoccupied cat that was busy surveying the expanse of his new kindgom---

Perhaps that was why those damned birdbodies began to circle. When finally offered a chance to pound a feline-adjacent being into the sand - the glory of overthrowing an apex predator was all too enticing.

Whatever the case, once he realized he was being circled Baptiste moved to stand which was, for all intents and purposes, was an incredibly stupid thing to do apparently as it provied just the right opening for a frenzy.

As you walk, you will witness an explosion of feathers and limbs punctuated by the increasingly confused shouts of a man who had simply wanted to enjoy a popsicle. Instead, you will see him hoisted him and thrown headfirst into an open trash bin.

The gloating caws of seagulls follow the lifeguards as they relish in keeping this beach clean. Yet as you approach, you will hear the call of the very man who had been shouting moments ago. A peek inside the trash can will greet you with a man smeared in the remains of the poor frozen treat who had never stood a chance against such violence. Every movement he makes is punctuated by the crinkling of a few empty water bottles that sit at the bottom with him.

Yet when he meets your eyes, he grins as if he had not been thrown into a trash can in front of God and Everyone.]

Heeeey, look who the tides brought in! Please tell me that you got a light on you, my friend?

[He reaches a hand out, though whether it is for a lighter or your assistance is left purely up to interpretation,]

Ib. SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE

[The fire that runs through Baptiste's blood only grows hungrier at the presence of a challenge. As such, when his new watch informed him that he had been selected for a HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT, the inferno within quickly devoured any nerves he had about finding himself seperated from his troupe. A competition was just the thing to keep him busy and give him better insights into the world....

Despite the rather unique list that had flashed before his eyes - Baptiste was on a mission. Specifically, a mission towin while also avoiding whatever technological marvel a "fuck pillory" entailed.

Sure, he was ready to learn about this new place but maybe not like that, hm?

Instead, Baptiste gets to work doing precisely what he does best: attracting attention. He takes a swig from a jug before he swishes the liquid around in his mouth and with a trick of sleight of hand (and some particularly handy gloves) he blows.

He breathes fire - lighting up the air before him in bright oranges and yellows as he begins the first steps of an act he'd performed numerous times before. In front of him - instead of any sort of container for coins - this busker's sign simply reads: Will Work For Bottoms. ;)]

[The only way to get any more insight into that claim would be to approach - and his bright blue eyes are eager to fall upon you the moment you do.]