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

[belheir]

[You know that option choice sound effect that happens when you're indecisive and rapidly scrolling from one option to the other, then back again? That's the mental sound as Kazuya tries to decide between the following:

>The blood of a virgin.
>The souls of the innocent.
>A hotdog.
>Two hotdogs.

So there's a long, dramatic pause, before he says, seriously, with an incredibly straight face:]

You wouldn't happen to know if they're selling the souls of the innocent at one of the shacks, would you?

[belheir]

I'll send you something, sure. Do you think waist up counts? Or does it have to be a full body?

I've never sent a nude before.

[sociallinks]

I don't have any friends.

[ ... which is a lie, but he means that he doesn't have any friends here, which is true! He hasn't met anyone back from his world (as far as he knows) so he's all on his own. He doesn't seem too heartbroken about it, though, as his expression remains blank and his tone is flat as if he's simply talking about something boring rather than the fact that he's a friendless loser. ]

[hatefuldays]

[ *Hyun-ae's synthetic heart aches. The worst thing that could happen would be if this person left her. Not telling her might make her leave, but telling her might make her leave even more-- oh!

At the question, she reaches out and takes Weiss's hand in hers. ]

More than anything. It feels like it's been forever since I ate.

[molotovmoustache]

[Baptiste's eyes follow the pair of cigarettes with sharp curiosity. From any callouses on Sid's fingers to the color of the inked line on the filters - the man can't help but focus on the little things that make this stranger just who he is. It only made sense to stitch together the full impression of someone piece by little piece.

The blasé tone of a near-paternal chiding is not lost on Baptiste - and for a moment Baptiste has to wonder if the man was French. He'd heard that same sort of passion from older members of his family years ago.

It nearly has him miss an incredibly important detail: the one where this man flinches as he blindly lights those cigarettes. A curious action - especially for a man who readily had a lighter and smokes on hand. The thought is clipped, as the beautiful glint of the lighter's head cuts the flame out. Baptiste casts a longing gaze at the pocketed combustible before he accepts the smoke.

Wordlessly, Baptiste puts the cigarette to his mouth before working the object into the corner of his mouth.]

You'll clean me off, huh? Light me up, pull me out, rinse me off.... almost sounds like a date.

[Baptiste doesn't wink because he doesn't have to. The tonality of his voice does it all for him as he begins to shift in the trashcan. He reaches his hand out again, looking for a bit of leverage that could pull him out of the bright blue bin he found himself in.]

[sociallinks]

[ The souls of the innocent, huh? Good choice. ]

Why don't we find out? [ Can't believe this is what finally motivates Minato to stand up, getting up from the ground and patting the sand off his half-ripped robe. It's not ripped enough that his dick and balls are hanging out, but jeez, he should find something new to wear... ] But if they're out, we can go hunting for some.

[ He'd offer his own soul, but he's pretty sure that he's not innocent enough to qualify. ]

cw: suicide reference

[pyrolyzed]

... half-cold half-hot?

[ Maybe Dabi will find some tiny comfort in the fact that Fuuta doesn't sound at all impressed as he echoes those words. It's mostly just confusion tinting the slight slur of his words. -- frostbite? Overheating? What, even if you get lucky and pull an SSR from the hereditary quirk gacha, you might have to deal with mundane drawbacks like that? Life really is unfair, huh. He's not any more articulate at the little demonstration of Dabi's quirk, either. The little puff of flames does earn a start and a soft hiccup, but Fuuta's first thought is admittedly -- 'why didn't you tell me this before?' They've fucked multiple times, and he never knew this guy could produce flames like a fucking videogame character? Again, unfair. Fucking unfair.

He'd thought they were more closely entwined than that. They should be closer than that, right?

There's a flicker of something a touch aggravated and resentful in his gaze when he looks up from the clench of Dabi's fist, and it's not just because of what he's being asked. It's definitely the drink coloring his actions by this point. But also, Fuuta's too tipsy to be cognizant of the fact that he's under any sort of influence when he abruptly leans forward in his seat to close the meager distance between them.

It's hardly graceful when he tangles both hands into Dabi's shirt to yank him close in an embrace, the movement jerky enough that their barstools wobble beneath them. The way Fuuta buries his face into Dabi's shoulder is less affectionate, and more demanding -- ordering Dabi to listen to him properly, hands tugging insistently into the fabric of Dabi's shirt. ]

I -- ... [ His voice comes muffled; Fuuta's next breath huffs hard and anxious against Dabi's shoulder, right in the seam between healthy and scarred skin. It's another moment before he can muster the courage to raise his head, to mutter his words into that narrow, narrow space between them. ] ... some girl d -- ... got hurt 'cause of me. [ His words come quicker now that the dam's broken, though equally, his hands claw and clutch into Dabi's shirt. ] -- it wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything wrong. She -- she was the one who was wrong, first. All I did was say it, I talked about it online, I said she did something wrong, cause she did. It's not my fault people flamed her. It's not my fault she couldn't take it. There's not even any proof she died just 'cause of what I said. It's not like I'm a murderer just 'cause the warden said I am. Just 'cause they said I was guilty once. -- you get it, right?

[ As abruptly as he'd surged forth, Fuuta pulls back a fraction, but just so he can look into Dabi's face. There's genuine desperation in the way he seeks acknowledgement in those bright eyes, though ...

maybe an ugly part of him also expects that validation. Why wouldn't Dabi agree with him? Dabi's also pretty fucked up, right? Talking about how he isn't a good person, and harboring a nasty temper under that languid facade. They're birds of a feather, aren't they? So Dabi will understand, won't he? Dabi's supposed to side with him, they're supposed to stick together. They have to. ]

-- what happened with your family. [ He doesn't pull back any further, blurting out that question with both hands still entangled in Dabi's shirt. ] What d'you mean they fucked up.

[ It's not that he's actually apathetic about Dabi's circumstances; he does genuinely want to know what happened with him. But it would be a lie to say that the selfish desire to confirm their commonalities is a non-factor. ]

[swearfilter]

Absolutely. C'mon, there's a shower near the room I woke up, that should probably be free. Unless you had somewhere else in mind?

[starcinoma]

To trailblaze is... Following a road that you've only ever heard about. Heading without hesitation into the stars. [ a beat. ] Turning the unknown into the known, and the unknowable into the unknown.

[ ... ]

You're not mad?

[belheir]

What, not gonna offer your own?

[He's teasing.... And he'll hold his hand out to help this guy off the ground too, if he wants. If not, well. It wouldn't be the first time he's been rebuked, alas.]

Honestly I think finding any "soul" here that classifies as "innocent" is a bit of a goose chase, considering everything.

[molotovmoustache]

[The respect is mutual, as Baptiste's brows raise in amusement. This guy didn't even bat an eyelash at this bold comment. Instead there was just a growing, mutual amusement - which really was the best way to deal with situations such as these.]

Of course I'm offering! What sort of sportsman would I be if I wasn't a team player?

[It would be a hell of a first impression, but it was time to commit to the bit. He would not be defeated by absurdity.]

[Baptiste turns, popping his hip a bit as he gives a once over to his newfound 'brother-in-hairs.' His mouth purses, into a near-pout as he ponders the space between them. The hand that rests on his hip soon idly traces the waistband of his own little red bathing bottoms.]

Got to say though, the idea of just plucking an ol' boy out of place seems against the spirit of the game they're thrown us in.

[Baptiste's eyes light up as the idea crosses his mind. He slinks closer before leaning forward to speak in a lower tone.] But I wouldn't mind getting you stuck in my teeth. [A chuckle, followed by a glance out of the corner of his eye to gauge the other's reaction.]

[expereiment]

[well, rei can relate to that much. what are looks but tools to be used to get what you want, right? rei is still tilting his head, perusing his mental library for where this heavenly man might be from. does this mean god exists after all? lol.]

Name's Rei.

[his interest perks when sunday mentions learning.]

Yeah? I don't disagree. Learning is all about discovery of things we don't know - and by that logic, I assume you're not any of the races or beings I listed.

[counterblowing]

[It's not enough to be conclusive - people lie, after all, though those with something to hide tend to be more squeamish in her presence. Of course, she's at a bar in a bathing suit and missing her uniform, her mask, her shields. Rahu isn't distinctly a soldier or a Sinner, not here. He could be ignorant for any number of reasons.]

For some time? [It sounds like it amuses her. Rahu almost sneers.] It'll affect me until I die.

[From the tone of her voice, this, too, is something about which she feels no fear. She's accepted its inevitability, at the very least.]

It affects the mind and the body. Maybe you can soothe both. But I'm not asking for it. Why don't you sit down and focus on your drink? [She taps her glass with her index and middle fingers.]

I'M HERE - III

[expereiment]

These are terrible pics to get someone in the mood, you know.

A dick pic would suffice.

Maybe the fire was the annoying friends you made along the way-

[molotovmoustache]

[When Baptiste's comment seemingly fans the flames of amusement with this guy, something pulls in his chest with that bark. More. Baptiste hears the desire in the back of his head which causes a momentary flicker of confusion on his face. His gaze falls on the drink in his hand - though he has not yet made the connection that this concoction could be to blame.

Instead he smiles and offers it forward, the clink of glasses a sharp punctuation to the other's toast.]

Ah, my time in clown school continues to be a boon for myself and others then. Though it seems you have a few funnies on backlog yourself. Or maybe it's just the real hell is that drink you're stuck with. One good throw back and you could be freed of it.

[Baptiste then gives a nod before helpfully demonstrating just what he meant. With a grandiose gesture, he throws the remaining gin drink into the back of his throat - which really, was a much more pleasant sensation than the usual flammable liquids he tended to swig.]</small.

brainfog via being sick sucks. sorry for the wait!

[belialedge]

[ Should Hilda find herself checking in proper, and reintroduced to the deck by whatever rank she may hold, there could be time for that. This resort had its ways of pulling people together, over and over again. Were he thinking more straightly, than the more euphoric haze of a 'dream' he finds himself slipping further into with her, he'd be thinking that if a meeting was going to happen, that he'd do right by her. Do things right. Start small. Enjoy a meal and a drink. At this point, Ragna can't really bring himself to care about the fact that he's made a penchant out of treating others to meals. With or without the laced meat, Hilda would have been given that much. But with the combination of that salacious lupine skewer and the forsaken fruit that urges him to act upon his own yearning impulses...

She'll get more than a treat for a meal. Far, far more than that if she just squeezes that trigger a little tighter. It's so delicate, but as her joyful laughter trills from her, colour dusting both their faces as anything Steve manning the grills could say is thrown into the ether. It's only her voice, the soft and inviting taste of her lips upon his as he can't fight the urge to wet his own, that he's finding worth his attention. If Hilda steps forth, Ragna answers her in kind half a moment after that, the cinch of her more slender fingers woven with his as callous palms practically locking him in. A muted hitch escapes him as her other hand slides up his broader chest. It's a reflex— how the pec flexes beneath her touch and sets his skin ablaze as a pang of something more wanton shoots straight to the kiln of his loins.

He's no real dancer. But he does know how to step up and answer. He knows how to take that next step by now, sliding his gloved hand around the small of her back. Dipping dangerously low without actually taking that possessive, risque grasp of her backside. No. Hilda will just have to contend with the flirt of his fingertips just brushing above her bikini bottom as she asks if he got it.

Finally, it's his turn. The trace of a smile that graces his lips is just downright criminal as he takes hold of her and answers: ]

I'm in a thorough mood.

[belialedge]

Like hell it'll work. Now then...

[ Ragna's locking tf in right now, regardless of just how zany the game was about to become. It's a game where a maximum of three strikes per side are allowed before it has to pass over to the other side. Simple enough in concept. One catches the oncoming onslaught, the other sets it up, and the final one is spiked down for a point. Or in this case, what they can hope is the articles of clothing on the seagull lifeguards. For the one that conventionally looks(?) like a man, he's dressed similarly to Ragna; the "tank" of the team, as it were, with a tropical and open-hanging shirt, shorts, sandals that somehow manage to stay on despite the chaotic scramble that's about to ensue.

The "female" gull lifeguard? Matching bikini top and bottom. She's the glass cannon of the pair. This means that Ragna and Yu have an advantage by default! ...Right? ]

Let's go!

[ When Yu serves, Ragna is already bracing himself in the back as the seagulls get distracted for a fleeting second by someone cramming a hot dog in their face. ]

Hah! Dumbasses! [ Aaand they're snapping to attention instantly. ] Aw crap.

[ One...two...three! The beefier of the two lifeguards spikes it between the two of them with considerate force. ]

Got it!!

[ Just don't knock it out of bounds. Send it UP, Ragna! He dives for it through the sand, successfully popping it up. ]

Yu!

[ Time to call for the assist! Ragna's already shoving himself to his feet, kicking sand up beneath him as he rushes towards the front of the net. ]

apologies on the delay. been sick for the past few days. @_@

[belialedge]

[ For such a demure woman, she has a particular brightness about her when she mirrors his gesture and does her best to emulate him. Well, if nothing else, Yor was catching on quick. Chances were you were going to run into somebody who wanted nothing to do with this resort than those that were clicking their heels at this titillating prospect. She's reminded that this is indeed supposed to be a casino, and the taller white-haired man can't help but gently shake his head with a resigned cadence to his voice. ]

On the surface, anyway.

[ It wasn't Ragna's job to rattle off all the supernatural aspects of this world to people. But...hell with it. When in Rome? Was that the saying? Regardless, this had all been new territory for the Grim Reaper upon his own arrival. As well-travelled as he'd been, it was a matter of never having the opportunity or chance to experience this all in his own lifetime. The odds of him indulging like this (before sex even got involved) was close to zero back home. Unaware of this lady's own experiences in a casino environment, all he has to go off of right now is this more innocent air that radiates her on the surface. ]

You can always try your luck at the casino. That's how I started out. But, seriously, before you even check in... [ Before the attempt at just playing at the casino turned into small and medium payouts. Oops. 💦 ] H-Hey! Wait a damn second. At least let me finish what I'm...

[ Even when watching her from the back, Yor breasting boobily in ignorance catches his attention and clips his own sentence off in his throat. ]

...saying.

[ Sigh. Well, since this is going on his account, the special skewers were selling like hotcakes. He might as well grab a bite for himself whilst she's in his company. The staff member manning the grill, neutral to the wildcard as they were, is polite enough in accepting Yor's order while Ragna saddles on up beside her, rubbing the back of his neck with a subtle dusting of red in his face. It's only just hitting him again that this is...becoming way too common of a pattern for him. How many times was he going to say that he's not buying lunch for someone, only to crumble of his own accord and do exactly that?

...Since coming here, that number of times has already gone past one hand. asdlkjfg ]

Oh, and, you can just charge it all to me.

[ She told him to wait right here, but Ragna has to pay up anyway, right? The one taking Yor's order, whilst less enthused about a lowly 3 of Diamonds waltzing up, does acknowledge that he seems to be here with this stunner of a woman. "Very good, Mr. Bloodedge." The skewers are just getting a fresh glazing of that savoury, spicy sauce as he presents his left wrist where his Watch sits. Thankfully, it's not like the skewers cost a fortune per morsel. And Yor's manners soften the blow considerately on his wallet as his account is dipped into. She's grateful! And not insulting him out of the blue!

And thinking about it, a lady like her packing away all that food wasn't so surprising. He's seen an ungrateful little bastard(s) back home threaten to bleed his wallet dry by cramming their face and packing an alarming amount of food away. ]

oh. my god. like looking into a violent mirror.

[belialedge]

[ Oh things were about to get ugly real quick. Had it not been for Bakugo's timely intervention, the group of gullheaded lifeguards would have been fleeing from how assertive the low rank could really get. And by "assertive", it's more than likely they would be the next victims of the Grim Reaper. One can only get harassed for so long whilst having such a short fuse and NOT want to bend their beaks backwards and make them eat it down their own throats. Of course, he can perceive that something was coming. He just didn't expect it to come in the form of a metric fuckton of firecracker bursts from above and suddenly—

"FUCKING DIE!!" ]

[ Of course that's not where the hero was aiming, but being so damn close to the concussive KA-BOOMs of it all, Ragna can't help but hop back and forth between his feet as if preemptively preparing to dodge whatever the hell was coming. All that he knew, as he made a startled yell, fists cinched tight and his teeth grit harder, was that all the smoking lifeguards were sent soaring to and fro. Charred white feathers smoulder and many of them are screeching and hightailfeathering it out of there. That was assertive. There's only maybe one or two seagull lifeguards remaining that have stuck around. Though they don't appear keen on picking on either of them anymore as they creepily tilt their heads with those beady little eyes of theirs.

Besides... ]

What was that, you bomb blastin' punk?!

[ Barked over his shoulder without actually going straight around to butt heads with the guy. Yet. ]

[belialedge]

H-Huh?!?

[ Cumslut!? Off the jump like that?! ]

Come on, Nami. It's impossible NOT to stare!

[ At the very least, he doesn't grow heart eyes or start drooling at the sight of her. ...His mind, however, is going to be running amok with a myriad of thoughts regarding the buxom pirate, flirting with the end of his arm as she motions by. She doesn't even give him time to prepare or think about it for another second! It was, in truth, a formality and inevitability. He was going to board that boat and set sail no matter what. With one foot in the boat, she's pushed off and the boat is gliding away from the dock, the tree of a man wobbling as he attempts to hold his balance against the mast with a swing of his other leg now that he's on proper. ]

Phew... I'd question if this is how pirates operate all the time, but, I guess I know a thing or two about always being on the go.

[belialedge]

[ The voice that calls to him is like a shock to the system. And while the man wouldn't show it so readily on the surface with an outburst of emotions, his shoulders visibly shoot upright at the arrival of the new presence. A familiar presence. One that at least does something for this inconsolable loneliness that's crept up on him out of the blue. At least...he may know where it's from, but to think that he'd actually let it impact him here of all places? Peering up from over his shoulder, he recognizes the green-haired priest straightaway. Then again, he left enough of an impression the first time they met; he's the type that's hard to forget.

Not that he ever did. Or wanted to. This would normally be the part where he would brush it off, be brusque and stand upright like he could shoulder anything and everything. And for many, many years, he has. He had no choice but to if this was his pathway of hell that he must walk upon. But now, mismatched hues catching the man's own gaze, as if he were losing himself in his own reminisce... ]

About as alright as I can be here. [ There's no fight. No bite. Not even vulgarity comes so easily to him in this moment as his body language relaxes, if only just a little bit as he stops hugging his knees to his chest where he sits on the beach. ] I didn't want anyone coming up on my lonely ass.

[ Oh! There's a swear! Ragna's still in there. Somewhere. He doesn't even question the confession in his current state, the Seaberry Floradora working its proverbial magic. ]

[belialedge]

[ It was a pretty soft "rejection" coming from the Grim Reaper all the same. Her smile, flecked with amusement and all, manages to catch him off guard once more. There's a lot of confidence in that tiny little body. It's taking most, if not all of his willpower not to steal a glance at Sae's ass. And...yeah. He fails on that front, if only on the back end of her words when he's effectively invited to give her a spanking. ]

Something tells me you're looking for one. [ A butt smack. ...Just not from the freaky gulls. But Ragna swallows before focusing back up on the rest of her scavenger hunt.

She stops him mid-stride to give him a little pat on his arm, bringing his attention back to her with a couple more innocent blinks. ] Huh?

Hey, where're you going?? [ As she wades into the water, darkened wings rustling from the sensation of chilling waters on her skin, he can't help but let his curious gaze fall upon them. While Ragna was no stranger to beastkin, and various subspecies of them having animal traits while looking otherwise human, they also look quite small on her tiny body. He watches from afar as she not only succeeds in snagging a cup from someone, a blend of something decisively delicious from the myriad of cocktails on the menu and even a pair of sunglasses...

She really looked like a bright spot on the beach. Chipper. Cheerful. Like nothing could bother her... ]

Man...of all the kinda people to bring to a place like this...

[ One would think the House would be more interested in people that were immensely salacious out of the gate. But this wouldn't be the first time that he's met someone who seemed too kind for these walls. He's quiet, keeping that thought to himself before Sae reaches earshot and shows her drink and the sunglasses. ]

That means...wait. Hold on. You need two more shades, yeah?

[endyourstory]

...Well, that sure explains a lot about you, Trailblazer.

[ and it's not a concept unfamiliar to herself, either. when she thinks about it, it's the path she walked all her life - if only to find an ending. yet another similarity between the two of them, even if her own journey sounds so much less grand than stelle's.

the question stirs her out of her thoughts, and she just smiles and gives stelle a quick peck on the lips. ]

Why would I be mad? It's not like you threw away the bond between us, or anything. The fact that you're here now is proof of that. What you're doing out there - it's important. You don't have time to worry about some "goddess" forever away. I, on the other time, have all the time in the world to worry, so you just leave that up to me.

[starcinoma]

Does it?

[ -but it's not like that matters. not when they're talking about so much that's important. not when they're speaking of aeons and paths and dreams. and especially-

not when her girlfriend is being self-deprecating. ]

I do have time. [ there's a surprising firmness to her voice. ] I don't want to forget you. There's already so much I don't know-

[ -you shouldn't have to be another part of that.

she leans in for another kiss, trailing down to her chin and then her neck. sorry, kiana. old habits and all that. ]

...you said your powers are gone, right?

[malpwactice]

[The hardest part of acting was, as always, biting down on his quips and thoughts. At least he has the advantage of the drink and whatever effect Fuuta is under. And all that happens if he messes up is-]

[-well, Aak isn't really thinking about it. In his mind, Fuuta initiated this whole thing. Here he was playing along just to see what happened. When the older boy's back is turned, a smile slips back onto his lips. It's not a big deal. He bites back a comment about rabbits or mating. Still, if this was someone Fuuta knew, if he cared enough to try and shepherd him around, that care should be mutual, right?]

Does... does that mean, you, too...? [He tries to envision it, someone you know, someone you trust, how would it feel to know they were getting dicked down on the regular? Ah, it's no good, most of the people he can vaguely imagine bring him a grimace rather than nerves or intensity.]

Um. [a pointed pause] Right, um... food. That would be good. Thanks.

[He smiles and tries to also furrow his eyebrows. He's a little worse at conveying worry or concern.]