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

[smokeandglasses]

[If only they could make something like this in a factory.]

First off, just because I have investments in them doesn't make them my factories. But more importantly-

[He looks out, over the sand, over the water. Surely there must be and end to it, an abrupt wall that someone will crash into if they go too far out, but he can't see it from where he's standing.]

...we wouldn't be able to make something as convincing as this. Not even if someone brought in a bunch of sand and water from an actual beach.

[And if this was imported from elsewhere, Concord would surely feel the connection to the Earth through them, right?]

[blastedass]

[maybe leona's the idiot that tries to make people look more like him, huh? he looks like a generic lion kemonomimi to the blonde. not the cute kind. attractive, but not cute. apparently with a shitty attitude as well, finding enjoyment in wasting bakugou's time. that's gonna get him fried if he's not careful. the blonde's not about to hold back on nuking him.]

Gambling? [not his first choice of ideas for the reality of this place. despite the "crazy" sound, bakugou visibly narrows in on the "what" suggestion leona gives him.] What? Some kind of computer or ai?

[better not say something stupid like "ghosts" or shit of that ilk. bakugou doesn't seem ready to attack him though, glaring as he is.] Tch! [that tracks, not knowing how to get home. leona wouldn't be here if he knew. he notes the warning about the property thing. probably another reason that earlier meeting didn't escalate into a fight.]

Better than you were. [it's useful information. a garage is strange, but the windows being monitors is unnerving.] Have people tried to escape?

[hello_again]

It's hardly just a hairstyle! You might not notice the growth for yourself since it happened gradually, but I can see so many of the differences.

[She's not just talking about physically either, there was some growth in her personality as well.]

Not long, maybe a few hours? Just long enough for them to insist I wear this swimsuit.

[bardische]

[ He sees the light go out of her eyes a little, and the way she withdraws her hands. He resists sighing only because he's afraid it would unsettle her more. All this time here, and he still hasn't gotten any better at this. ]

It's nothing negative that it's obvious. This place has a tendency to encourage...sexual solutions to normal situations.

[ Because...she probably shouldn't find that out the hard way. Even if he's turning a little red because he still feels a bit like a creepy older man talking to a strange young woman about sex. ]

I've been here for six months. [ Which...wow. Yes. He has. ]

Re: Ia. THOSE WHO POUND SAND

[gettingmilk]

[The sea had washed salt into Sid's feet and not his eyes. He could only assume, then, that the man in the trashcan was as real and absurd as the situation he found himself in. A hostage to birdmen and his own gambling, Sid had enough of a hold on himself to recall his favorite position and commit to it fully.

Sid lifts the trashcan lid off the stranger and lets it rest against a nearby wall. His other hand slips into the breast pocket of his button up with its turgid greens and purples clashing against the brightness of the rest of his clothes. The fingers that reappear carry a pair of cigarettes promptly to Sid's mouth as the next set brings out the requested light.]

What a waste.

[There is a sigh to follow the lack of casual cadence. He continues with the same passion a news anchor might have when reading off a teleprompter.]

Come by the water with me. I'll clean you off.

[Sid then closes his eyes and lets muscle memory lead. The soul quakes, the heat of a flame so near and unseen when he ignites the lighter that it startles him into a small flinch. Muscles relax and Sid's mouth moves to direct one cigarette over the flame before rotating to the other. When the smell of tobacco overwhelms, he flicks the lid of the lighter shut and pockets it. Two cigarettes become one as Sid offers his spare to a man who has had a worse night than him.]

[sociallinks]

[ Oh.............. one moment, Minato's enjoying himself in zzz-land and the next, he gets a foot to the face. Luckily, it's just a trip and it's not like Prompto outright kicked him, but wow, that still hurts! It immediately wakes him up, causing him to go 'oof' at the foot-in-the-face, and when Prompto pokes him in the forehead, his head lops over to the side. With his eyes still closed, he then proceeds to faceplant into the sand where he can try to soothe his poor hurt face with the warm sand. ]

No... I think my nose is broken.

[ It's not. It's not even bleeding, but it sure feels like it! ]

parasols!!

[izanagis]

[It wasn't exactly the dream, to be a detective. It was never the goal, and yet, here he is, faced with a puzzle he can't leave alone, a trail he can't ignore. Yu Narukami can't resist a mystery, and the mysterious thief loose on the beach is as intriguing as it gets. Reports are mixed. She'll steal your heart or slit your throat. She'll take you for everything you've got. She's stolen the most important treasure in the world. No two people say the same thing, and even if they did…

Well. The details are all a little fuzzy, anyway.

This cat-and-mouse game has gone on for ages, it seems, with her slipping away at every turn, and each time she does, Yu is that much more determined to capture her. He's starting to get it, he thinks—the compulsion to see a case through to the end.

He's cornered her down by the beach, between the waves and a massive jetty…though there's no sign of what she's stolen, as far as he can tell. (What was it? Those details are hazy, too; all he knows is it's important.) She's leaning down, either to pickpocket someone or to rouse a potential ally, and in either case, he can't let her continue.]

Don't move. [He's a detective, but no Prince; rather than a gun, he has a sword to assist him in enforcing the law.] I've got you cornered, this time.

[cartographie]

[ Breathing out a quiet laugh at Hilda's assessment of her, Nami shoots her a careful, but genuine smile before turning away to guide the boom around, and secure it as the sail fills with wind and the ship glides out of port. ]

In a glass, in my hand. [ She lifts her shoulders – strong and freckled from years spent doing pretty much exactly this, in conditions such as these – and heads back towards the rear of the boat, lingering by the rudder in case it needs attention.

Hell, maybe she's just lingering by the rudder because for the first time in a long time there's a rudder to linger by. ]

No need to thank me. Those birdmen are spanking people or something. [ Nami leans forward, one hand held out for her drink, her gaze fixed on Hilda, quietly curious. ] Typical casino bullshit. We're better off out here.

[befehl]

I would agree with your sentiment to give up our efforts to escape this resort, except this is not a sweet dream.

( And especially not one he has reigns over. Waking up is exactly what he doesn't want. He exhales patiently, eyes shutting briefly as he still savors the effects of sweetness from the fruit. It's a neutral ground for the two, agree to disagree. Sunday does appreciate an expert conversationalist who can still feel approachable despite being on the opposite side of the field. )

I don't intend to turn to stone, either.

[starcinoma]

[ "we totally were talking about him, though?" goes unsaid. as much as she'd jump at any chance to sabotage aventurine - especially if sunday and the tentacles were as intimately involved as he's implied - she's still dealing with the potential fallout of "murdered culprit who seems to hate her guts." ]

We were just checking our options. [ she crosses her arms, looking straight forward at sunday. sorry, acheron; sorry, aventurine. neither of y'all are the big threat in the room right now. ] As for entertainment... You could share the story of whatever it is I'm going to do to you.

[ there. appropriately badass. she just needs to leave it at that. no snarky remarks, no third dialogue choices, nothing more. ]

...or you could go catch up with Miss Tentacles. You sound like you could use the company.

[ stelle no ]

[macaronage]

Not a chance! Lifeguard or not, any seagull who pecks at me is in for a walloping.

[ Navia gives a little flex, then, and the glow of the lewd fireworks shows off her figure in stark contrast. It's a playful move, and she drops the pose after a second, wondering if his situation is like hers, then? Because she distinctly remembers him from before, and she doubts that he'd have been left without a room for... however long it's been since the last time she was here. ]

It's the same for me. Though... I was here once before, for a few days. My memories are a little hazy, but I definitely met some interesting people here the last time.

[ Her comment is a prompt, her eyes searching as she tries to seek out any hint of recognition in him. Could it really be that he just doesn't remember? ]

[catmemes]

[ Caught up as he is, it takes a moment in the midst of his flailing to realize that he's suddenly been mysteriously freed. Connect that with the voice he hadn't really been paying attention to and--oh, someone had been talking to him, hadn't they?

It takes a bit of effort to right himself, settling just in time to see his erstwhile savior go rolling away. Huh. While he's going that, Kai takes a moment to shake himself, sending sand and ash flying in small clouds before his sits back on his haunches. ]

Thank you. [ There's a pause while those glowing eyes vanish for a moment in a sort of blink. ] Are you alright?

[ It will occur to him exactly what that reaction is about in a moment. This isn't the form he usually considers frightening. ]

[silversunshine]

[He shifts to squat and look closer, staring at the kid's nose with a practiced eye. Prompto shakes his head, his hand waving dismissively the idea of the nose being broken.]

Nah, you're fine. No blood, no dislocation or swelling. It'll be sore for a bit but you'll live to snooze another day! Trust me, it's happened to me a million times. Well, not the whole buried in sand part.

[Now that he's figured out the kid's okay Prompto stands up, eying him with curiosity even as he taps at the camera part of his Watch. If he angles juuust right he can totally get a pic of this. To distract from the audible snap sound coming from his watch he smiles a little too innocently and continues talking.]

So do you bury yourself often or do you need a helping hand to get out of that mess? Sooner or later you're gonna bake bro!

[cartographie]

[ Behind her, the towering, tiered shape of Shells Town shifts into existence so seamlessly it could have always been there – and maybe it was. Even without looking over her shoulder, Nami knows it's there, as intrinsically as she knows Scott should be here with her. It's a notion that ought to send an ice-cold stab of anxiety straight to the pit of her stomach, but instead Nami finds herself giving Scott a relieved grin as she steps sideways, getting closer to him before taking his hand.

They made it out of the base, of course. She can still feel the weight of Axe Hand Asshole's keys in her hand as she wrapped her palm around them in order to lift them off the dickhead in charge without being caught. The thought sends a deep sense of relief through her, warring with the feverish heat that keeps her eyes bright and fond as she looks at him. ]

We'll get to the ship, and get out of here.

[ To where? She feels so close to knowing, but for whatever reason, it's almost as if their destination can't solidify itself in her mind. It doesn't matter, they'll take to the sea and roll with whatever comes. Right up ahead is the boat, and while this would be the point where they'd break out into a run, despite the escape Nami doesn't feel any reason to go any faster than this cozy stroll they've fallen into. ]

I'm happy it was you, Scott. That you were with me through everything. [ Words like that aren't usually the easiest for Nami to say, but she's so caught up in Scott being there with her, in how he had her back through dangers she can't exactly remember, they're out of her mouth before she's had a second to think twice about it, and in the haze of their shared dream it all feels too right to question. ]

that is a shirt worth appreciating

[catmemes]

[ He feels the vibration of something right before the voice hits, and somehow Kai can't bring himself to feel too surprised when he shifts around enough to find himself face to face with the familiar-looking exorcist. His one visible eye blinks, but he does make an attempt to right himself, stretching up to his full height even as he sits back. Any attempt at looking respectable is probably doomed to fail with the swimwear still on his head, but there's something about Matoba that puts him on guard.

Experience, probably. ]

Rules? [ Which okay yes, he'd noticed that there's a certain specificity to this odd world he's been pulled to, but considering the strange places he's been dumped in both of his impromptu visits he hasn't actually considered much about how it all works. He doesn't even know how much time has passed since he was here last, or if time has passed at all.

But there's two ways this can go, Matoba can either make him ask outright or be far too happy to explain whatever Kai doesn't currently know. He can hope for the latter, but he's got a sneaking suspicion he's going to be disappointed.

Also the elastic is still really uncomfortable where it's pulling at his fur. It takes a lot more effort not to start pawing at it again than it should. ]

[lieabilities]

[ If Furina was looking for someone to put her on the right path, she absolutely found the wrong person to sign a contract with. ]

It's not an imposition at all. I do my best to be generous in helping those in need.

[ For a price. ]

[ From his own observations thusfar, Furina was the type to respond to a gentler approach, so he's careful with his choice of words. Let her walk into a trap on her own, rather than pulling her into one. ]

If you feel bad about it, we could work out an agreement that results in fair compensation for both parties. Contracts happen to be my specialty.

[pyrolyzed]

[ It's a lot to take in. And frankly, it's the sort of stuff he probably wouldn't have been able to accept -- back before ending up here, and back before Milgram. Back when he still believed he'd live and die a completely boring and mundane life, he probably would have flipped his shit at the thought of there being a whole different world out there where people are blessed with superpowers and can work as 'professional heroes.'

Hard to get too upset about any of that now, though.

Fuuta just spends a moment digesting that information, intertwining it what he's heard of Dabi so far. A world where people are born with superpowers. Dabi's parents having created him. Dreams of becoming a superhero squelched after being replaced by a 'superior' younger siblings. His shitty attitude, the rage clearly bubbling below the surface, his resentment -- everything clicks together in a way that starts to make sense, and there's something admittedly satisfying about that. It doesn't feel nice per se, but there's something oddly rewarding about feeling like he's gotten a better grasp of what kind of person Dabi is. Having a better hold of him. (How many other people here know this stuff, he wonders. Other than the people he was brought here with. Not many, he hopes. Something about the exclusivity is appealing.)

Thoughts organized, Fuuta abruptly throws back the remainder of his drink; the ice piles at the bottom when he plunks the empty glass down and shoves it across the bar for the bartender to take. Then, as he leans back into the warm press of Dabi's palm, tells the bartender, ]

One more. [ A clear of the throat before he looks to Dabi. ] I'll pay for it. Credits, or whatever you want. 'm not taking my shirt off, though.

[ Already, he sounds a little tipsy; a third drink in such quick succssion is definitely a bad idea. Fuuta's hardly the type to get drunk drunk on a regular basis, to boot. But -- he needs it in this context. Muddying his brain like this helps him forge on and keep talking before his own thoughts can choke him. His turn to talk, so he can address the remaining questions Dabi had laid out. Dabi's turn will be after. ]

-- I dunno if the warden had anything out for me, specifically. But ... they said we were there to be judged. [ His posture's starting to slump. His knee knocks against Dabi's when he slouches in his seat, and he keeps it there; that little extra spot of physical contact helps ground him here, in this moment, away from Milgram, and it soothes his nerves. ] We'd be tried three times -- not that we knew what'd happen after those three times. But still, there'd be three trials. The warden interrogated us a bit, then there was this machine ... supposedly it extracted our thoughts? Our memories? Something like that. And the warden used that to decide whether we were innocent or guilty. [ Fuuta sighs, though it peters off into a bitter laugh. ] S'all bullshit. One person getting to make that decision. They said I was guilty, the first time. I finished my second interrogation before ending up here.

[ The bartender slides him his third drink at this point, but Fuuta doesn't pick it up just yet. Instead leans more firmly into the press of Dabi's palm against his back, mulling over his words for a moment before looking to him. ]

What's your -- ... [ No. 'What's your quirk' feels too easy, after Dabi's asked him to talk about all this stuff. So instead, he asks -- ] What ... was your quirk supposed to be, then. What your shitty parents were aiming for.

[sociallinks]

[ Luckily for Prompto, Minato hasn't fiddled around enough with his watch to know that you can even take photos with them. Besides, hailing from the wonderful year of 2010, he doesn't even know all the wonderful things that smartwatches can do! So, he doesn't pay much attention to Prompto fiddling with his watch. Instead, he just looks up at him with an unimpressed face. ]

Help would be nice if you don't kick me again in the process.

[ He's not even sure how Prompto could manage to kick him while digging him out but he's putting it out there anyway. He doesn't want any more foot-attacks! ]

[befehl]

( The sudden squeeze of his hands brings Sunday's back up at him. He can't fathom how difficult it could be in here holding a relationship, let alone a marriage. Chalk it up to him being indoctrinated to certain...Beliefs. Not that those matter in here anymore - letting go isn't easy. He glances down at his helping hands again, squeezing them back. )

So masturbating doesn't count, then. Well. If your husband is alright with that arrangement, then I don't see how I could refuse the offer. What do I owe you when those instances arise?

( He's just making sure there isn't any fine print. )

Starlight

[emyoji]

[ Seimei is used to the resort's particular sense of taste and has been around long enough in general to have outgrown any sense of surprise. Well, for the most part. He's still surprised at the sour attitude the teen has sitting alone on the beach, watching what should be a pretty impressive fireworks display (image choices notwithstanding, of course). Smiling brightly, the fox son sits nearby, looking up as the flash of brightly colored genitals burst above them. ]

Hmm? What do you mean? I think it's impressive that they can be so accurate! Look, they even added in detail. You can see the shading!

[ Think positive, blondie. ]

[silversunshine]

[By the time the giant feline has shaken himself off Prompto is squatting back on his haunches, dubiously eying the big kitty before it speaks. WHY IS THE FREAKY CAT COMMUNICATING? With that shock he falls backwards but at least he isn't scrambling away again because this is a polite cat.]

Ooookay, I was told I'm not hallucinating earlier so I'm gonna pretend that you're as real as bird brains over there. You're welcome? Uh... just give me a minute. Sorry buddy but you aren't what I'm used to.

[Prompto sits down and takes a couple deep breaths, inhaling the breezy ocean air as he builds himself up. This place is hell on his emotions already and the day's nowhere near finished. Finally he raises his fist up with a determined 'yosh', looking much peppier with a bright smile on his face as he faces his new feline friend to explain what happened.]

Sorry 'bout that, this place is something else. Where I'm from we've got coeurl, uh giant cats that attack people with fangs, teeth and shoot lightning from their whiskers. I don't even know how many Hunters they've taken out. You're totally nowhere near the size but I still freaked. Sorry again.

[He bows the top of his body forward in apology. He feels really bad for freaking out now.]

[silversunshine]

Alright, I've got you! No kicks, all digging.

[After quick finger guns he crawls over to use his hand as shovels, shifting aside the sand first around his head. Being that covered up can't be comfortable.]

So what's your name, kid? I'm Prompto. Sorry about beaming you in the face but this place is totally distracting. Have you been around here before all of this happened?

[He waves his hand to encompass he whole body in sand ordeal. Right, neck is done now chest and hands so the blue haired boy can help digging himself out. How the hell did even get hair like that? The dye is seriously cool.]

[softstoneheart]

[ As she munches on another spoonful of parfait, she studies him, and ponders whether Penacony's dream truly is sweet or that he just enjoyed having control. Except it might not matter now that he's been kicked out of paradise.

If he doesn't intend on turning to stone, then he's opting to play the game. It's not a surprising decision, especially when the consequences outweigh the compromises to one's body and their personal morals. It's logical, but still sad, and she empathizes. ]

This probably isn't the ideal way discover more things about yourself, so I'm sorry. I hope you can find ways to do it on your own terms, so you won't regret anything.

[macaronage]

[ There's no complaint from Navia when Rufus grabs her by the wrist to head her along. She might want to wring his neck, but that can wait until later. For now, she follows as calmly as she can when it feels like she might combust at any moment. At least his question has a fairly definitive answer: ]

Something I ate, or drank. The skewers or the juice.

[ So learn from her mistake and don't consume those things. Or do. It's all a huge gamble here anyway--whether you get the food for free or buy it, there's a non-zero chance that it's going to do something to you.

At least it doesn't take long to find an unoccupied bungalow. Most people are out enjoying the beach, it seems. Tugging her hand free of Rufus' grip, Navia wastes no time undoing the strings that are holding her bikini together. Her Vision rests between her shoulder blades, and in spite of her frenzied state, she manages to set it aside carefully while she's undressing. ]

[dreamunchained]

Isn't it important to like, have a sound mind for consent and stuff? Isn't that how that works?

[Her fretting is now going to change into gentle fussing, brow furrowed by the easy and casual admission. Firefly worries because she cares!!]

And please don't go hurting yourself for fun...!

[(She is woefully uninformed on that concept, though.)]