TDM 04

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【 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

[inwolvesclothing]

[He turns and, upon seeing the gulls leave and a human arrive, he lets himself slip back into his more human form. It's polite, even if he's in a pissy mood.]

It's not luck. It's strength.

[....He doesn't comment on Bakugo's scar. He knows how to be polite, even if he's gruff around the edges.]

Anyway. What do you want.

ii

[inwolvesclothing]

[Shirou is many things, but he's still a carnivore. He's hungry. He smells meat, and he wants some.

Once he got a pair of trunks to go with his sheer robe, he felt a bit better, even if he still feels like his neck is exposed where it's scarred. Whatever. Whatever! He doesn't care.

What he does care about is food. It seems to be free, and he's glad of it. And this guy here offering him a skewer smells... odd, but he'd need to switch back to his wolf form to really sus him out. Mostly he just smells kind of like lizard and charcoal. Shirou won't ask questions, and takes the skewer to chow down on.]

They're probably bred for meat, so raised to be larger. [He shrugs, idly.]

o7

[belialedge]

[ Well, his Master did used to say that food was a nurturer for the soul. And seeing this lady brighten up the way she does is enough evidence of that. He relaxes in her presence, allowing a more relaxed expression to cross his features once more when she announces her intent to pay him back. Instead of calling her out on it, the thought rolls through his head, ]

(Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first two times.)

[ Having initially showed up on the beach both uncertain and weirded out by this faux vacation spot's idea of "protection", it goes to show that the kind of company you keep can do wonders for the mood. Namely Ragna's, who, by now would have been a glowering sunburn of a man today just based off disdainful interactions with staff, NPCs and the seagulls, is actually smiling. Back home, there was hardly time or the attention span to give admiration or appreciative gazes to women back home. Not when the grand majority of them were either afraid of him or refusing to get off his back for his bounty, his Azure Grimoire, free food, all of the above. But that didn't mean he was unmoving. He wasn't ignorant to what he likes to see.

And she does a damning good job of disarming him with that smile, her feminine beauty doing wonders in easing him into actually sticking around with the new guest. It's made all the better when it's someone who seems genuinely grateful for the help. ]

Whatever. Things slip the mind when you're hungry. I get it. Nice to meetcha, Yor. [ He should've asked sooner. But at least now he can stop just calling her "lady". Her fessing that she used to hunt rabbits when she was younger catches him by surprise, blinking with intrigue whilst the employee hands the skewers over to the assassin. ] Well how 'bout that? I used to hunt with my Master when I was younger too.

[ Since Steve skips over this 3 of ♦️s, his gratitude to him is far less courteous, only giving them a nod and a fleeting dip in that smile to shoot a half-frown at them before his attentions are fully on the woman offering him some skewers. They do look really good...so good that it slips his mind that they're practically flipping a coin on whether or not this was even "safe" or not to eat. His thanks to her is far more polite as he accepts them, mindful to swipe up a couple fresh napkins from the counter for them in case the sauce gets drippy on them.

Stepping out of line, they're free to hang around the shack or enjoy the tropical weather and walk! For now, he's content in standing to the side in Yor's company, back to their last topic. ]

When you train in the wilderness, you learn real quick how to turn nature into your pantry.

sore throat is fun. but i'm taking care of myself! thank you. ♥

[belialedge]

[ Rationale was out to lunch. He wasn't a complete blank slate, however. He wasn't mindless. For every honest, sober thought that yells at the back of his mind what the hell had come over him, there's an even stronger, insatiable maelstrom of urges that are equally as such. It's that line of reason that separates them from the animals. The line that divides between his humanity that sees Hilda for the charming sight for sore eyes, distant though he'd long kept himself from everyone back home for reasons within and beyond his control. The other side of that line...was slowly, dangerously being scratched out. Blurred. Melding together until it's inevitable whether or not what's human and what's becoming downright bestial.

Even the more tempered thoughts that Ragna harbours in the back of his mind upon laying his eyes on her are becoming uncouth. It doesn't help that they're both yielding with each passing second without questioning why. He doesn't even feel like he's trapped inside his own mind, an onlooker to the scene as his body is guided by hers, the size difference between them sending another throbbing sensation throughout his very being. Her back arches beneath his touch, gentle as it starts before his palm splays more possessively. She sounds so sweet...

So sweet that his heart drumming in his ears hammers harder, the faces around them become inconsequential. It's but a fleeting instance in his head, the words whispered out in oh-so-faintly. ]

The hell...

[ He knows this feeling. He remembers this sensation. He wasn't just some vulnerable little bunny during the hunt before. No. He was a prized jackrabbit. A feisty, insatiable hare who didn't know when to call it quits. And it's rolling through him at an alarming pace when Hilda's touch reaches the nape of his neck. At the same time, that hand of his doesn't mince what he wants anymore, gliding over the back of her beautiful swimsuit before that ass of hers was getting a tempting squeeze. He's done playing. Playing with his food. The skewer he'd half-finished was forgotten on the counter now when she pulls the proverbial trigger. It was his hair. Pulling him towards him by those white threads as he looses a hot sigh that can't be mistaken for anything else anymore. ]

Not here...

[ What feels like the last fleck of sanity within that deep, huskier timbre as he tilts his head, sighing a wash of hot air across the shell of hers. So she can hear him. Clear as crystal. Another promising squeeze of her ass before he lets it rest there. A presence. ]

My place...a bungalow... [ Oh... It's cute to think that he'll even make it that far down the beach before his hands were already on the swell of her breasts, or the thickening bulge of his trunks wouldn't be pressing against her back or her stomach. Will they even make it far enough away from this shack before just going around the back? ] I'll show you as long as you want.

[ It seems that the season has come back. The hare within him stirred up. Stirred with nothing more than the desire to not only cure that ache between her legs, but make her his. Mate her. Breed her. An unhinged mess inside and out. How does that saying go?

Fuck like rabbits? ]

[icequeenly]

Cheers.

[ The drink does look good- and the chocolate part at least tastes as good as it looks if Yor's obvious pleasure upon eating one of the white chocolate spheres is any kind of true indication.

Mitsuru does notice the fact that there is only straw and really, she should get the attention of the bartender at once at have him rectify the mistake. Given her Queen rank, there would no doubt be a lot of apologising for it - even if neither of them had specified that they would be sharing the drink. The redhead smiles, apparently a little amused at the error... ]

It seems we only have one straw, Yor.

[ Her need to be close to someone right now apparently has her in less of a hurry to have this corrected. Instead, she leans in and reaches for her own chocolate sphere, delicately removing it from the skewer before placing it in her mouth. She audibly sighs with blissful appreciation as it melts on her tongue, definitely enjoying the taste. It probably didn't matter what the drink itself tastes like, the chocolate was good enough by itself. ]

shit i ain't either...

[belialedge]

[ Oh. Ohoho. OHOHOHO. Why does he miss this dasflkj If they weren't so focused on the imminent approach of the seagull security, he'd be butting heads with the hero right about now, visible sparks and the crackling of lightning threatening to hit this laughably short fuse and set the powder keg off. Thankfully, the two of them can figure out how to navigate being angery together when they've managed to work their way out of this pickle. There is still a chance for them, after all. Establish dominance. Whilst it's true they may very well get turned over to the staff and regular security to serve detention time, the fact they're being aggressive with low ranks and non-compliant guests alike actually gives them unspoken leeway.

Meaning if they do win and tail it elsewhere, chances were they weren't about to be bothered again. ]

Oh, sorry, was I supposed to say fuck? [ Not going to dignify that "baby mouth" response you little shit. ] I'll fucking drop however many or little f-bombs that I want, you brat.

[ The middle, biggest seagull struts up to them, mincing nothing with its intent to at least place a hand on Ragna the Bloodedge's shoulder with the intent to turn him around and usher him off the beach and out of the Cloud Dwelling Gardens. He's going to. But the anticipation of it all has the criminal's fingertips twitching with their own welling anticipation. Before they can actually make contact, effectively pulling a proverbial trigger on the man's own violent rage, Bakugo's small explosion pops in his hand, drawing the attention of not only the security guard about to place his hands on the Grim Reaper, but said Grim Reaper himself.

The gull even makes a confused squawk of a sound, tilting its head and blinking its beady eyes at the spiky-haired blond. ]

You've got some stones on you, kid.

[ Said seagull was now prepared to place his big hand on Bakugo's shoulder now. The second they touch either one of them? The gloves are coming off. It's like a tempest storm, brewing beneath the surface. And he can already tell that unless SOMEBODY or SOMETHING breaks this up, it's not going to be pretty for the staff on hand. ]

Something tells me you don't wanna do that. [ It's a warning to the security guard. But they're not listening as they make an attempt to grab for Bakugo first. And the moment they do that? That's when he's going to lay into the other freaks. Hell, he doesn't even NEED the Azure Grimoire to deal with these shitbirds. In his eyes, that'll be like killing a cockroach with a howitzer. ]

a brush with romance.

[armwriostle]

[He laughs a little at the man's words, resting his chin on his hand as he gives the man a once over.] You know, in a place like this, asking for a kiss is probably the tamest thing you could ask a stranger that it almost feels more strange than just being propositioned for sex.

[Maybe he's just gotten so used for people wanting sex that something as innocent as a kiss is almost marvel.] Sure, I'll give you a kiss, sweetheart.

[blastedass]

[It's one of the best ways to handle Bakugo: weather the rawr and let him fizzle. He glances down at his watch, arm lifting to show the face. True, he hadn't messed around with it too much (asides from trying to yank it off for a bit). It has access to a map? Not too surprising, since it's a smart-watch from the looks of it.]

A digital map? [Muttered to himself as he starts messing with the watch. While smartphones are rampant in his world, he's not bothered with smartwatches. Why the fuck is the screen so small?! If they wanted it this tiny, give a collapsible stylus or something so they don't have t-

*bewoop*

-and there goes a blown-up version of the watch screen all over the wall beside them. Bakugo narrows his eyes at it, but then reaches out into the projection to swipe his finger through it. The watch responds and now that's a lot easier to work with. Resuming the search for the map.]

So those bastards are watching. [Considering how his Quirk works, Bakugo would only have a short time attacking the ceiling before the guards showed up. Even more reason not to waste the element of surprise. Tch-! Patience was never his strong point.] Then we need to get out the first time we try.

["We" being everyone united in a bid for escape. Bakugo might hate the idea of being kidnapped, but he's a hero, and leaving behind people in the clutches of whatever's running this place is not something he'll accept. Like Hiyori's thinking, if it were that simple, people would've figured it out in six months. Guess he's gonna have to start talking to people about that and see what the idea is for revolt. If it's a one-shot attempt, it has to go through.]

You wanna escape, you better be ready to fight. [He finally gets the map up and the image blooms up on the wall. Huh, Hiyori wasn't kidding; the place is huge.] Was Rinne the only one who tried to get out, or have other's tried too?

[befehl]

( Here-here.

Damn, you're gonna drop that and not spill the tea with Aventurine? Boo. Hmm. )

I do get a sense of lack of productivity. Even in Golden Hour people still have jobs and routines to uphold. Well, I guess we can count those lifeguards...

I understand where you're coming from. Being productive here has quite the implications. If that's really the regret living in your heart, would you feel happier engaging in having more sex?

( Are they talking about the same thing... )

[blastedass]

Like hell it does! Lying means making up something!

[where as the truth is simply repeating what already happened, no added brainpower needed. it's just the brain's so quick to cover up embarrassment or wrongdoing, it seems like it takes longer to tell the truth. probably because it takes more effort when it's detrimental to you... anyways, why the hell's he arguing with a naked dog man about lies and truth in the morning?!

... please don't blow up, hung.]

Your line of work? [Bakugo eyes him for a second before stretching his legs out and swinging them over the side of the bed to get to his feet. he's just wearing a pair of boxerbriefs and tanktop, both black, so no nudity on his part.] We've been kidnapped and shoved into a casino hotel with a fucked up perverted mindset.

[For starters.]

[worldbent]

[The exorcist very much takes pleasure in the surprise and immediate tension that comes with being recognized; it was a good thing to become known and feared by ayakashi in this place, as it should be. Too long had it taken for him to build up a proper reputation again as Matoba.]

[But it wasn't all for the purpose of being threatening; it also meant that he was one with which you could bargain, if you were willing to make an exchange. Just as Kai expects, Matoba's expression turns idle and aloof, spinning the parasol in his fingertips.]

You haven't yet realized it? It's the same here as it was in the patisserie... Well, a lot less in your favor this time. [His eye draws across the cat, far larger than the first time they crossed paths, and far more true to his form. His aloofness once more narrows into sharpness.] The powers that control this place are very particular, as you ayakashi tend to be. In order to remain in this "domain" [The beach. He just means the beach,], you must be wearing proper attire.

[Fingertips reach out to tug at one of the bikini strings dangling from Kai's head.] I'm afraid just fur isn't going to cut it. Is this design not to your liking?

[blastedass]

[Why the hell do these fools have to interrupt this?! He'd much rather leave the loudmouth smothered in a sand coffin than beat the shit out of the ignorant security guards. They're not gonna last long no matter how muscular they are. That guy at least looks like a decent challenge. Totally worth breaking over his knee! Bakugo's not knowledgeable about ranks and other bullshit this place wants to pull on its societal ladder. If they think he's going to take getting treated unjustly because of some made up hierarchy, they're gonna end up just as bad as, if not worse than, the previous two gull balls he's demolished. Fuck with him and he'll fuck with them right back! (Though someone really should tell him the rank system... ewugh.)

The hell do you mean "IF" they win?! Bakugo's not working with some fucking slacker who admits to possibly losing already! Man up, you ball-less strawberry!]

Don't hurt your little kid's tongue trying to look tough, ya "effing" dork. [Oh he totally says that on purpose, even trying to mimic Ragna's tone for pure mockery.] Oy!

[And now it's starting. Neither of the two are backing down, which should've said something to the guards approaching them. Not running, not protesting, obviously prepared to fight. So this is on the guards for being morons. Thrice in a row! And they're going for Ragna first. He's taking that as an insult. Just cause he's taller or something? Probably because he looks more adult. Dammit, Bakugo's not some fucking kid! Those small explosions are nothing more than warning to tell the guards to back off. He's not going to treat them nicely if they push this further. As soon as that gull-headed brute looks at him, the blonde shifts into a position that says he's ready to act, knees bent slightly and arms beside him with hands forward.]

Beat it- [Bakugo breaks off the comment when the criminal beside him comments on his guts. Of course he does! You think he got this far in life without any?! But he focuses on the gull looming over him.] You really wanna fuck with me? Blame it on your own shitty staff who attacked first!

[But the guard's not stopping. As soon as that big hand lands on his shoulder, Bakugo ducks his body backwards, rams his hand up into that massive ripple of abs, and with a short "boom!" blasts the guard over his head and onto the sand behind him. With a thud. They touched first. Did they seriously expect someone they just kidnapped to be "fine" with getting assaulted and then manhandled later by more kidnapper staff?] Last chance! Piss off, shitbeaks!

[blastedass]

Bullshit! I've seen two of those flocks and neither left with one hit!

[Then again, he's got no idea who this guy is. Groups of villains have fled just because All Might glared at them. Maybe he has the same kind of threatening aura to bird-brained bastards. Bakugo clicks his tongue at the question. Figures.]

To get the hell out of here.

[Hey, it's true.]

[befehl]

( It would probably result in a very upset Sunday at that. Any idea how painful it is to get a feather plucked out just like that, Mr. Cyborg?!

Sunday makes a face back at him. )

I suspected as much. You can wait at a safe distance. Do you want any particular flavors?

( Would his tongue pick up on that?? )

[theidlemaiden]

[ Truthfully she's not even fully certain that she believes any of this is real. In the past she had made an effort to pretend like she didn't listen to tales of warriors and soldiers that boasted about near-death experiences when in actuality she had. And the tales they often told were those of visions and hallucinations of things that weren't really there. Of far off lands with fantastical creatures and blinding white light.

If the tales were to be believed, all of those had come to fruition for her.

But for some reason, hallucination, lie or reality, it doesn’t seem to matter very much to her in that moment. The skewer that had been the focus of her attention minutes before is forgotten. She isn’t hungry anymore. Rather, the topic of conversation has turned her mind towards something else.

With the way her blush still colours her cheeks making her look the part of an innocent maiden, it’s no wonder that he assumes that it would be her first time or that she’s inexperienced. Assumptions like that normally wouldn’t bother her, but the thought crosses her mind that she’d like to prove to him otherwise. ]

You mean someone like you?

[philancer]

Mmm. Not really. Honestly before this, I think there were really only the rabbits in the gardens. They have birds and some bugs and butterflies in the Vale. And fish in the ponds in the garden, too, I think. But otherwise, I haven't seen any others here.

Well. Except for some of the guests, themselves, anyway. not all of them are exactly... human.

[ he doesn't clarify on that just yet. Mostly because he doesn't know where to start and he's pretty sure there are also dozens of beings here that wouldn't call themselves human and he probably wouldn't know what to call a large chunk of them. ]

[philancer]

Other than my tongue is still on fire?

[ he casts her a cheeky smile as he takes another deep drink of the fruit drink he's been nursing.

It's not really cooling him off. In fact, he's still looking fairly flushed. he's blaming it on the summer heat, because these are far warmer temperatures than he's accustomed to from his northern home. The spices from the skewer probably haven't been helping.

Or so he's telling himself.

He holds his glass up to hers in a mock toast. ]

Cheers?

Hello ✨

[comfypillow]

[ The tap does not go unnoticed, even if the burly man gives no outward reaction of feeling it. He remains steadfast in his possessive pillow clutch. After a lengthy moment he sighs and rubs his face against the slope of the pillow (that’ll be poor Wriothesley’s shoulder), muted noise a rumble from deep in his broad chest. ]

Topper… not now.

[ His eyelashes tickle against Wriothesley’s skin as Quincy presses his face in. This pillow is quite firm. And smooth… rubbing his face against it feels good. Which is why he responds to that urge on instinct, rubbing his cheek and lips against it and relishing the sensation. ]

Acorns in the top drawer. Have snacks.

[theidlemaiden]

[ Her brow arches at that. ]

Sylvain, you can’t just say that and not explain. What is not exactly human supposed to mean?

[ Because frankly it sounds incredibly normal from everything he's described so far.

As they continue their way up the beach, they pass by a group of lifeguards with their strange seagull heads and rippling muscles. Instinctively she shuffles a little bit closer into Sylvain’s side like that would somehow put her out of eyesight of them. Could she have tossed one of them over her shoulder? Probably. But she’s not about to put on that kind of display for anyone. Nor is she so rude as to point or talk about them while they’re walking by them so she waits a little until they’re some ways away. ]

You mean like the lifeguards? Or something else?

[defendog]

Seduce me, huh...

[ now that's a surprise! does hung feel like this is actually happening... honestly, he's not sure. if kindness is also seduction, then sure. he's getting seduced and there's nothing he can do about it. ]

Doesn't matter as long as they don't mind a little bit of fur in the water. And if the clogs drain, I'm pretty good at fixing them.

[philancer]

I could, actually. Just to drag out the suspense, you realize.

[ He casts her a mischievous wink before laughing and giving her a little more context. ]

I've met a vampire or two. And there's a few people here that have... hmm, I don't know if they're part animal or if there's some other explanation for it in their world. People with tails or animal ears atop their heads or fur or... let's just say there's a lot of options.

[ And that's not even touching what's under their clothes.

He doesn't miss the way she tries to ease away from the lifeguards, however, and after a narrowed look in their direction, he switches sides with her, placing himself between her and them. Just in case. And if she wants to hide behind him, he can absolutely angle himself just enough to pull that off. ]

[wray]

You didn't stay long the last time you were here...?

[ That seems to get his attention more than anything else. Even his ears are perked up. ]

How?

[theidlemaiden]

Tease. At least that hasn't changed about you.

[ It's punctuated with an indignant sigh. The levity in her voice however is a clear sign that it isn't that much of a hardship. In fact, it's comforting in some ways. Because if Sylvain seemed perfectly fine to be here then that had to be a good thing. Right?

Sylvain's pointed placement gets a bit of a look in return from the lifeguards but aside from following them with their beady little eyes they stay put. Caught up in thought about these almost humans, she allows herself to be herded in the direction he gently guides her in. When she realizes what's happening she blinks several times in surprise before offering him the briefest flash of a grateful smile and a squeeze of his arm before turning back to process what he's told her. ]

Right. Vampires and half animal people. Sure. Okay. [ This afterlife, this dream or whatever it was quickly tallying up to be something weird. ] But what would that have to do with options? Options for what?

[comfypillow]

Hmm…?

[ The hulking forest guardian is loathe to stir, yet there’s someone talking at him. Little devil…? No, the voice isn’t right.

That’s a realization that causes him to move in earnest despite being so comfortable. The muscular strap of his arm slides back as he shifts into sitting up somewhat, blinking wearily. Clearly what sleep he had managed to get hadn’t been enough with those dark circles under his eyes.

He stares at the other man, somewhat on guard, but ultimately more perplexed than anything else. A large hand raises to rub his own rumpled blond hair as he blinks, digesting what the stranger had said before. ]

You want to eat me?

[swearfilter]

If you're drinkin' it, it doesn't matter... but if you ain't the drinkin' sort, grab me somethin' sweet. Won't be able to finish it off that way!

[Not that he's entirely opposed to sweet drinks, but he's just very picky about them (much like how he's picky about all alcohol tbh).]