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

Ianthe Tridentarius | The Locked Tomb

[vorrible]

here!

[orobashi]

( The stir of the waters alerts her of movement nearby, but it's strange— though she's already confirmed there are no sea creatures to be found in this ocean, the movement of Wriothesley's body feels like one, all the same. A pull at her heart, comforting, soothing, allowing her to keep her eyes at rest for a short time. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty...

When Kokomi stirs, it's with a dreamy sort of slowness. Her eyes open first, and her body uncurls in a slow breath, unwinding her form like a blooming flower in the water. Almost at once, her eyes meet with Wriothesley's, and there's an immediate understanding.

So this is the fish-friend who she had thought she'd dreamt of. The large, guarding presence that seemed to chase off any who would bother her. In that realization, she smiles, a faint thing accompanied by her swimming closer to meet him. When they're face to face, she brings a hand to her own chest, just barely beneath the vision on her bow, and bows her head ever so slightly, as if to say "thank you."

Her energy points have certainly recovered a bit, now. )

[softstoneheart]

If people're happy here, that's not my business. But even when guests willingly play game 52, this resort pushes extra encouragement on people.

[ there's a heart mark on her left thigh, kissing the beauty mark on the right. ]

Everyone's got a tattoo based on card suits added somewhere on their body. When it darkens, it can lead to mental or mental physical effects. Usually sex keeps that at bay, but the resort throws in these games on top of that.

The resort picks a suit that becomes the target. Their effect gets triggered to encourage them, even if they've been complying on their own.

I don't know if Aha would be proud, but they'd certainly be laughing.

[ Sunday's strait-laced personality precedes him, so she stares rather pointedly at his buttoned up collar. She's doesn't agree with conservative, patriarchal concepts of "purity," but she does have strong belief in a few things, among them: ]

Free Will should be sacred. But consent here isn't always enthusiastic.

I'm not gonna say I don't want anything. The reacquisition of Penacony is important to the Strategic Investment Department. But I'm not foolish enough to think it would be easily handed over, so the only thing I would ask for is using some of our time here to come up with a mutually beneficial solution. There doesn't have to be losers.

[orobashi]

Mm... Then let's see what we can find.

( It's not uncommon for responsibilities to fall into her lap, and so perhaps she should be grateful that this isn't one too terrifying. She has his comfort in her hands, by pulling this off correctly, at least in some sense, but it's not his life, or the fate of a country, or anything quite like that. With that in mind, she keeps her breathing steady and thinks. )

To imagine something in the stars... Well, first, you should recall the things that interest you. Then, gazing up at these bright lights, you can begin to connect the lines.

( She looks up, already trying to trace some of the stars with her eyes. )

What's something that speaks to you? A passion, or something you miss. An object, an animal, a person...

[starcinoma]

We could do that...

[ it's remarkably civil. it's said with a bit of thought behind it. it's also very clear that stelle has no intention of stopping, given any choice in the matter. ]

Where were you thinking? [ said while her hands are sneaking down to cop a feel, of course. ]

[softstoneheart]

[ She engulfs a shell in flame and throws it at the flexing lifeguard. She refuses to be messed with. Shoo, terrible birdbrained lifeguards!

She turns back to Stelle in a huff. If she wasn't friend-adjacent and one of the revered Nameless, she'd be yelling up a storm. Instead, she calms herself and asks: ]

Are you okay? Let's get you someplace where you can rest.

[glorification]

( Soft hands. The moments pass in flashes through the waves of heat, his mind slipping in and out of awareness past the burning need for something more. But he remembers soft hands, the contact with his face, the grabbing at his hands. Before he can even recognize who it is that's helping him, he feels the change in flooring from sand to wood, and the rush of cooler air hitting his face causes him to blink once more, clearing his vision.

Wings. That was the other thing he'd been certain he'd seen, and that he can see a hint of now, twitching there nervously behind her. His eyes flick to them briefly before being drawn back to her hand, the squeeze bringing him back to reality. )

Forgive me... ( Automatically, he speaks in apologies. At once, he wonders if this girl could be a fan— but his memory is catching up with him. No, he's in a strange resort, far from Japan, he's dealing with something larger here. But still, there's something about a cute girl standing in front of him while he's feeling urges like this that put him at a pause. This could be the beginning of a scandal quite easily, after all.

He pulls his hand back, but it's gentle, an act only done to rub at his own eyes briefly. )

I may be a bit sensitive to heat, but I suppose I underestimated my ability to handle it.

( An excuse, and a lack of direction on which heat he even means here. The sun? The spice? Something else? Ugh. )

You've helped me quite a bit to guide me here, miss...?

[starcinoma]

[ she just... shakes her head. ]

I had a dream like this once before. A hotel with a beach just like this one. [ a beat. ] ...before Penacony.

[ and for a moment, it sounds like she might just leave it there. classic stelle. never the loquacious one, was she. but she does continue, just a bit- ]

All dreams eventually end. But these ones aren't so bad.

Vash the Stampede | Trigun Stampede | Jack of Spades (current)

[bountyfull]

I. (NOT) CRUSHING IT[SFW]

[ Vash knows where his strengths lie. Crushing something the size of a watermelon with his lack of backside is probably the least appealing thing he can think of. But he is enjoying watching others have fun, more than content to watch winner and loser alike celebrating on the tarp. It's a nice change of pace, honestly. When he's approached by staff to participate he takes a step back, hands held up in a gesture of surrender that is honestly way too often worn by him. ]

Sorry, I don't think I'm the best candidate for this.

[ He takes another step back and bumps right into someone else. With an apology he turns and offers them a pinched brow smile, all teeth and pleading. He's at least dressed appropriately, despite misgivings. ]

Want to take my place? I'll owe you anything you want.

[ Pretty please? ]

II. DAYDREAM PARASOLS [NSFW]
[ He's stuck on the beach again, but no one here he recognizes. The faces are blank and he knows, somehow, that they don't matter. Perhaps it's the prickling that feels like it's running through his veins. It's a familiar sensation despite the dreamy otherworldly feeling of the dream. Vash might not have been facing the person he's lounging with but he rolls over, shifting in his chair to peer over at his beach partner.

There are flying bugs around the size of dragon flies darting around the beach, a glow to them that's otherworldly. It adds to the surreal feeling of the dream, and in an impulsive and suit driven desire to do what he wants he reaches over to touch the face of the person he's lying next to. If they're asleep in the dream still, it's certainly light, not meant to wake them. Calloused fingers brush against skin, tracing over the shell of their ear and jaw almost reverently.

Once caught, he just kind of laughs as he draws his hand away and half waves in greeting ]

Sorry. Forgive me?

[ For touching. ]

III. SCAVENGER HUNT [SFW/NSFW]
[ Vash is certain he's cursed, falling victim to a version of the scavenger hunt that rolls itself and rolls not only once, but twice. He'd rather avoid the negative consequences, so he's going to give it his best shot. ]

[sfw]
Three pairs of sunglasses next... That's not so bad... [ He's mostly talking at his little device, but after a moment he looks up from it to scan the people that are around the area he's in. He's already donning a pair of sunglasses shaped like hearts, the color of the lenses a dark purple. They're not HIS sunglasses, but they'll do.

Upon spotting someone with a pair in their hair or tucked in the neck of a shirt or pocket he approaches with a loping gallop over, all smiles and golden retriever energy. ]

Hey! Would you be willing to do me a huge favor?

[nsfw]
[ However, later, Vash is staring at his device with a look of absolute mortification on his face. He's almost as red as the trunks he's wearing and he kind of flops himself into a seat to laugh. He's totally going to fail this. ]

You can't be serious. There's no way— [ he grimaces. The thought of failing is worse than the embarrassment of actually having to ask for help with these tasks. When someone happens to walk by and join him where he's currently moping, all limbs and wilted determination he perks up a little.

Perhaps it's a little bold but... He slides his little list over. ]

Uh, would you... mind helping me with any of these? You totally don't have to! [ He's already waving a hand in front of himself as he laughs awkwardly. ]But it would really help me out. I'm not having the best luck with this...

[ BOY YOU HAVENT EVEN TRIED. ]

IV. CONSTELLATIONS [SFW]
[ He's thankful for this particular moment of respite. There are no fireworks in the sky right now, just the mixing pot of constellations up in the sky. Vash has found a place on the beach to lay a towel out on and he's flopped himself on his back, knees bent with his feet in the sand as he watches the fake stars twinkle in the darkness above all of them.

Peripherally he's aware of someone sitting next to him, but he doesn't say anything, instead, he keeps his gaze and attention on the sky for a few moments more. After a while, he turns his head and smiles at whoever's joined him. ]

Out here to watch the stars too?


[[ Kinklist and Permissions in journal, feel free to take liberties with prompts or DM me to plot! I can be contacted thru this journal or on plurk over at kermitkin. Vash can also be found in the water and perhaps partaking of some of those fancy drinks etc. ]]

[glorification]

—uwah?!

( To be perfectly honest, he barely hears the first comment. It's a gruff voice, rather bossy, rather rude, and no one usually speaks to him in that way, so why should he stop to consider it in the state that he's in now? But the moment a cold can rests against his forehead, it's a painful shock. As much as the cool might be a relief to his overheating body right now, icy cold is just a flip of a switch from one extreme to the other. His heart jumps, skips a couple of beats, and struggles to regulate back to normal as he scrambles to half sit up.

His head is spinning, his face is flushed, and when he stares up at the stranger in front of him, he looks completely out of it.

Ah, this... This feeling knotting up inside of his stomach right now is most certainly anger. It's at odds with the state of himself, right now, and with the desire to be seen as polite in public. So, with a strained smile, he reaches up to push that can away. )

My apologies. Seeing as the area was entirely vacated, I had assumed it was free to take.

( His heart is still pounding in his chest, and his eyes feel heavy now, sliding over to the chair beside him, past the table. )

There does seem to be a free one within reach, however...

( go there, asshole )

[dreamunchained]

Before?

[The Herta Space Station where she was left, Jarilo-VI, then Kafka sent her to the Xianzhou Luofu... when did Stelle have time for a dream interlude before Penacony? Firefly's brow scrunches a bit, but she wasn't going to grill her for details when this was all headache inducing enough. She trusted her at her word.]

Outside of the peculiarities of Penacony, I'm, uhm... not usually one capable of dreaming, so I can't say I'd know one way or the other about these things. But if you think so... then I won't be so worried.

Rufus Shinra | FF7R | NEW

[unionized]

— A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT;
THOSE WHO POUND S[A]ND. (SFW)

[So one moment he, Rufus Shinra, is standing on top of the world at his ascension parade, proud and bold and confident, and the next he's on a beach eerily reminiscent of that of Costa del Sol — well, if Costa del Sol were given a hefty infusion of Don Corneo's sensibilities, maybe. His clothes have vanished, and so have his crowds, and so has the culmination of his carefully-orchestrated plans, all gone by the wayside in favor of a filmy robe reliant on a single tie-knot to stay closed, and a whole lot of artificial sand, artificial sun, and...questionable fun.

A quick survey of the housing...situation doesn't turn up anything more suitable to wear, but he does have a watch and a set of vouchers for food and clothing, and that's a good enough place to start, so out onto the beach he goes —

But unfortunately, those lifeguards sure are what they are, and even with all the poise and icy looks he can muster, they've clocked him as a recently-arrived wildcard and are beginning to circle. It's difficult to say how imposing of a figure a guy can really cut when he's barefoot and clad only in a breezy little linen cover-up, but damn if he isn't making a solid attempt at it. And in fact, Rufus is throwing enough of a presence that it's keeping the hovering gulls at bay, for the moment, but who knows how long that will last...

If you're in the area, what will you do? Intervene on his behalf? Get spotted as easier prey and draw the gulls onto yourself? Sit down with some popcorn to watch? The sky's the limit!]

— THE PARTY NEVER STOPS;
SWIM UP TO THE [B]AR. (SFW)

[Well, the mermaids look like something straight out of The Drum, to say the least, but at least the swim-up bar is here to make up for it. The nice thing about the selection of cocktails available is that all of them are the kind of tropical fruity nonsense that you'd expect of a beach, which means he can't be faulted for choosing one of them — these types of drinks were his preference once, years ago, when he was younger and more reckless and less focused on the image he projected, and he'd given them up for the sake of looking and acting like he belonged in corporate boardrooms instead.

Well. There's no whiskey neat at the floating bar, so cocktails it is.

Which is how he ends up with a Seaberry Floradora in hand, and takes it back to the beach proper to nurse. It's a gin drink, he observes with mild approval — not very juniper-forward, either — and bright with citrus flavors, commensurate with its pink color. It's no hardship at all to sip at it, letting the cool liquid sit on his tongue awhile before swallowing it down, looking out over the ocean as he digs his heels into the sand and loses himself in his thoughts.

The drink is only a quarter gone when the first nagging pang of melancholy starts to set in. It's odd, but the sand around him feels empty in a way he can't quite explain, and another sip makes him think suddenly of how terrible it is that Darkstar is nowhere to be found on this beach when she's supposed to be at his side. Another drink, and before long he's thinking of his Turks, who ought to be fanned out in a discreet circle around him, keeping vigil from a respectful distance while he idles. A sip thereafter, and before long his thoughts are drifting to years past, to Junon, the way he'd been packed up and locked away and kept out of sight and out of mind, forgotten about like he was of no consequ—

Why isn't there anyone around?

Which is how if may come to pass that you are approached by Rufus, half-consumed cocktail still frosty in his hand and a sort of quiet urgency in the power of his steps, almost like he wants to break into a run but is forcing himself to stay steady.]

Festive display, these fireworks. Don't you think?

[This is like the worst opener ever but look. It's human contact.]

— FUN IN THE SUN;
DAYDREAM [C]HAIRS AND PARASOLS. (POSSIBLE NSFW)

[Look, you won't catch Rufus dead trying to smash watermelons to pieces with his ass alone — assuming that even were something that he wanted done, he's sure as hell not going to do it himself — but you will find him watching the shenanigans from the comfort of one of the lounge chairs. Or, well, at least until you come along and join him, and that compulsion to dream starts to take over...

And in the dream, the beach is still relatively the same — albeit considerably emptier than it is in reality. The sun is warm and bright but not oppressive enough to do much more than flush the skin a bit; the ocean waves create a natural ambient white noise that keeps it all from being too silent while not really overloud either. Really, the only thing out of place is the desk, huge and sleek and emblazoned with the Shinra logo, and with Rufus perched on top of it, dangling his legs off the edge, and staring straight at you as he runs his fingers idly over the surface of the desktop, openly possessive and almost preening.]

You know, this desk used to be my father's. But not anymore.

[The funny thing is, it's hard to tell whether that's his heart suit talking, or if it's just...him. It's equally difficult to parse the look he fixes you with, his eyes dark and his smile sly.]

That means I can do what I want with it, mm?

— MISCELLANEOUS;
WIL[D]CARD AND OOC NOTES.

[None of the above prompts working for you? Feel free to wildcard me, or hit me up for a custom starter!

In terms of preferences, Rufus is 30 so for anything smut-adjacent, he is available to characters who are 25+, M/M or M/F both okay! He's OTA for gen and lighter shippy things like flirting and what have you, however. Please feel free to PM if you have any questions or to discuss specific ideas/kinks! As for his beachwear, he's doing the black trunks/white cover-up/dark aviators thing. Very cool of him, really.]

[starcinoma]

I'm fine. Really, no need to worry.

[ she stands up, practically swaying on her feet- and promptly collapses directly into topaz. hope you're fine holding this twig of a girl up. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Listen, you'd shriek too if you came off a battlefield only to be accosted by very buff birds, okay? You'd think after everything she'd gone through, the Goddess or whatever powers that be would have seen to give her a break. Instead the Goddess had gifted her a sun, surf, sand, and seagulls. So maybe this was punishment. For what she doesn't particularly want to dwell on, but a twisted punishment all the same.

So when a voice rings out calling for the attention of the lifeguards, they halt in their tracks. Hilda only notices because she's skidded behind a cluster of beach umbrellas in the hopes that that would somehow also throw them off her scent. Peering from between the umbrellas she makes eye contact with their beady little eyes. It's only when the young man calls out again do they rip their gaze away from hers before taking off down the beach honking and squawking.

Only when she's certain that they're well on their way down the length of the beach does she emerge, fruit cup and robe still clutched tightly to her chest. ]

Thank you. I've been in some really weird situations before but nothing like that.

[keyeju]

[ If he were another character played by the same player guy, then he might scoop her up into his arms right now and whisk her the rest the way there, but that's not really Narumi's style. Running ahead usually is, and if he hadn't stolen her drink he might have been tempted in his impatience to do so.

The idea of leaving her side right now seems near intolerable though with that little dose of loneliness added on top of an ungodly amount of horny need.

Bad news though, he will complain. ]

You like to take your time with things, don't you?

[ It's worded like a question, but it's said like a verbal prod. ]

[softstoneheart]

Seriously? I think I'm seeing plenty to worry about.

[ Topaz is tiny but strong. Her knees buckle when she's caught off guard, but between her quick recovery and Stelle's light body, there's never any worry either of them would hit the ground. ]

scavenger hunt (spicy-ish)

[vorrible]

Awfully forward of you.

[That said, it's also convenient—saves her the trouble of approaching someone herself. She has one little condition, but surely if he's playing along with this raunchy scavenger hunt already he can hardly object.]

Luckily for you, it just so happens I need to bite someone.

[She smiles, showing off a glimpse of gleaming white teeth.]

If you'll let me take a picture of my work, we have a deal.

show of strength

[theidlemaiden]

[ The heat isn't something she's used to, hence Hilda mimicking Boothill's idea of huddling under a large beach umbrella while the midday heat passed. But she's a creature of curiosity so it only stands to reason that she ends up wandering over to the set up as well.

Goddess, this guy is shiny. Normally it might be more incentive for a more pointed, curious look (they don't have metal people in Fodlan, okay?) but the glare from the sun is making it difficult to look at him. Thankfully, she's got sunglasses. ]

It might be sexy for some people.

[ Or rather, the aftermath of it might be fun. Watermelon juice when left to its own devices can be sticky after all. ]

But maybe it's just meant to be more fun. Although, I'm not exactly sure how it's going to be fun for the person doing it. They met end up with a really bad bruise.

[ Her eyes skip towards him. ]

Are you going to try?

[riskybeenus]

[He's glad they listened, because if he had to fight them off, he'd have to find a way to knock them down and make it look like pure luck. He avoids it, showing people all that he can do, and his martial arts would be too noticeable in a place with a lot of skilled fighters.

So he tries not to show his relief, and instead winks at her, turning up the charm. He's still an idol, after all.]

Don't sweat it. Yer gonna see a lot of weird stuff here, so ya might as well get used to it.

[He tilts his head, looking at her curiously.]

Ya don't look familiar. You new here, or have we just not run into each other?

[Given he's lost a whole month and spent another causing chaos, he wouldn't be surprised if she was here the last time and he just never saw her since.]

[experiment01]

..Sae. [Despite the softness of her voice there is a hint of hoarseness in the way she spoke that suggested she rarely ever talked, if at all. Her eyebrows furrow at his words, expression hesitant as she brings her right wrist up, a watch wrapped around it. It was something everyone was outfitted with upon their arrival, something that Eichi had as well. With a finger she taps on it, bringing out a tiny holographic keyboard that Sae taps away on expertly. Soon enough the voice that speaks out again doesn't come from her but rather the watch on her wrist. She was so grateful for the advancement of technology. she would never have been able to communicate with people if it wasn't for the text-to-speech function.] ..You have nothing to apologize for. Unless you did something wrong? Which I don't think you did.

Also, I'm pretty sure it's more than just the heat. Uh.. it's probably the meat too. [She scratches at her cheek, rocking on the heels of her feet. By now the flush on her features was more prominent and he'd be able to see the way her wings would rustle on her back restlessly.] It was probably drugged. I ate one myself as well, so.. whatever will happen to you will happen to me too. It's just taking slower to affect me, since.. I'm used to that sort of stuff. [It was unnerving just how casually she said it, very flippant at that. Was she going to explain? Not really.

Although Sae was well aware of the possibility of it, it was the hunger in her body that won out in the end. Drugged or not, food was food- Sae was not going to let herself starve with the promise of a good hot meal. The petite woman lets out a shaky breath, fingers once again fiddling with the straps of her bikini. She lets the strap slip over her shoulder, uncaring about adjusting it back into place. Instead, she absentmindedly plays with the fabric that hugged over her chest, tracing it with a fingertip. Her palm presses down, feeling the thump, thump, thumping of her heart.] I can help you with it. It's going to get worse from here on out. You can feel it, don't you? That urge inside of you. [Straightforward and blunt is what Sae is but there was no use in beating around the bush. She takes a seat next to him, letting her wings settle on her back. Sae reaches over to poke at his chest as if to emphasize, red eyes staring at him intently.]

[theidlemaiden]

[ The wink is...oddly reminiscent of classmates of old that she hasn't thought about in a very long time. Which is to say that she's had a lifetime of building up an immunity to well (or ill) timed winks. At least to some degree. That doesn't mean she can't help but find it a little endearing.

His reassurance, or lack there of rather, earns him a tired little laugh and a shake of her head. ] 

Weirder than oily, muscled seagulls? I'm not sure my heart is going to be able to handle it. 

[ But even a flock of food-motivated seagulls isn't enough to stop her from missing a beat though. Briefly she glances up from beneath her lashes. Sorry, Rinne, she can't help herself. ] 

I'd be new every time if it means you'd be there to help chase the weird things away.

[ Some of her flirtiness melts away a moment later however as she steps out from behind the umbrellas to close the distance between them. It's replaced by sincerity and a little bit of a weary smile, betraying that there may have been more that happened to her before arriving here. Wherever here is. ]

I am new. Hilda Goneril. And who do I have the pleasure of being saved by?

scavenger hunt, gen!

[theidlemaiden]

[ Hilda had never thought that there would come a day when she was participating in a scavenger hunt willingly and on the beach no less. Then again, she'd never thought she'd be here after everything she had experienced. As baffling as it is, she will admit that it is a great way to distract herself.

Unfortunately for Weiss she's already got all of her sunglasses, not including the ones she's currently wearing. Fortunately she's never been one to not help someone (sometimes altruistically, sometimes for her own benefit).

Although she might have to rethink that last one. Hilda slides her own sunglasses a little down her nose towards the white-haired girl, tensing a little as she does until she realizes that it's not a familiar face that she knows. ]

Tackle one of the lifeguards? No way! I don't know if I can do that. They almost ate me earlier.

[ Hilda, stop being dramatic. ]

You're trying to collect their feathers right? I am too - but there has to be a better way to do that than tackling them. That's way too much work.

[riskybeenus]

Kyaha! From my experience, yeah, but I also came from a place where ya don't see bird people. Some guys here might say this is normal.

[The attempt to flirt back is charming, and also reassuring, because it probably meant that she'll be fine. The last thing he wants is for her to be so traumatized she gets nightmares, since well...

He won't talk about the sex right now. That would just make him look like a creeper coming onto her.]

Amagi Rinne, but you can call me Rinne-kyun if ya want.

[The way he adds kyun is intentionally pitched higher, amping up the cutesy nickname despite it not fitting his image.]

What do you know about this place then? Coz if yer completely in the dark, it's not a pretty tale to tell.

[theidlemaiden]

[ Probably best he didn't mention it right off the bat. It was more likely to earn him a kick to the shins than gratitude - which would then result in some heartfelt apology when she eventually did discover he wasn't being a creep for the sake of being a creep.

In the meantime there are other things to talk about - like the way his voice pitches a little higher than how he had been speaking to her moments before. Amusement glints her eyes which isn't an indication that she's laughing at him. It's anything but. It's endearment winning the day again. ] 

Do you want me to say it exactly like that too, Rinnie-kyun? 

[ As she mimics him with a tone that fits her image a little more than it does his, the tension she's been holding between her shoulder blades begins to loosen. ]

Let's see, I know that this place is supposed to be a casino and a resort. I got a free cup of fruit skewers, and I woke up in practically no clothing except for this.

[ At that she gestures to the strange device on her wrist and the almost-sheer were it not for the pattern on it robe. She pauses, before almost sheepishly asking - ]

Speaking of which, do you think you could help me find some clothes? Is that part of your, 'I save delicate flowers from bird men' services?

swim up the bar

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley is nursing his own drink, though he has yet to take a sip of the concoction, merely people watching to let the time pass. New faces had started appearing again, people were being moved around temporarily, and the resort seems to be changing around again.

All in all, it's become normal for these things to happen.

What a sight though. Perhaps if he were not somewhat used to hijinks and that Teyvat has their plethora of non human species, he might be more appalled. As it is...he gets the feeling the mermaids whispered in stories from sailors did not look like this.]

It was quite the leap, was it not? [The answer is, yes, but he seems much less nonplussed as she was.]