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TDM 04



【 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!
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!
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.
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.
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.
▶ 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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
▶ 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.

OOC NOTES
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV | New!
[There’s sun! SUN! Last Prompto checked the nights were getting longer now there’s a beach, he’s somehow managed to trade his scandalously sheer robe for a pair of short orange swim trunks and he’s really trying to stop his panicked thoughts from going 60 mph. Seriously if that creepy clown of a chancellor hadn’t already shown he can’t perform illusions past voices and bodies Prompto would be sure this hallucination is totally his fault.
As it is Prompto stumbles forth from the room he arrived in and raises his hand to shield his pasty freckled face from the bright summerlike rays. Those can be deadly for poor pale Promptos! It takes a minute for his eyes to adjust so he can take in his newest environment and MAN he wish he hadn’t.]
Ohmygod I’ve finally lost my mind! [His voice cracks and yep, there’s the panic erupting like a volcano because there’s a friggin seagull head on those hunky beefcake lifeguards.] Will somebody PLEASE tell me if I’m hallucinating?! When I said I wanted seaside supermodels this is NOT what I meant!!!
II: THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA (NSFW option)
[Now that his panic attacks have fallen to the wayside Prompto is feeling a little more courageous. Or at least less likely to run into the nearest closet to hyperventilate. He slaps at his cheeks to pep himself up, putting on a smile, before he trots off to check the cool seashells he saw on the beach.
…Except those seashells are looking… hmmm. Red rushes to his cheeks and he bends down to pick up a sort of normal looking conch. At least it doesn’t look straight out of a bachelorette party. He smiles and lifts the conch up only to drop it like it’s on fire when a moan escapes. With a tomato-red face he looks around guiltily even though it’s totally not HIS fault some seashell was moaning in his ear!]
You know what? Nope, not doing this. No more porn-shells!
[He quickly backs up and looks around for something else to do.]
Way-hey, are those skewers? Oh I am STARVING. Just... Please don’t be penises, pleasedont’bepenises.
[With that mantra he grabs a couple Flamin’ Hop Skewers to chow down on. They look normal enough. He sniffs carefully. Okay, smells normal too. Prompto takes a bite and lets out a happy moan at the flavor. It may not be Iggy’s cooking but for once he’s content to relax with his new food. He spies another person nearby and smiles in greeting.]
Heya! You have got to try these!
III: SWIM UP TO THE BAR
[After the whole seagull baywatch thing Prompto realizes he should have expected that the mermaids would be…. Off. Instead he finds himself staring at a fish-person with enormous breasts, his hand on his chin as if he’s lost in thought. He’s really not. The day so far has completely fried his brain and he’s starting to roll with the weirdness. That’s probably not a good thing.]
Somehow…That makes perfect sense.
[He shakes his head, a small smile on his face, and continues to meander on to check out the spectacular evening scenery. He would kill to have his camera here and feels it like a missing limb. To make up for its loss he raises his fingers to form a snapshot frame, his body twisting this way and that like he’s aiming for the perfect shot. There’s just so much to see!
Prompto’s so focused on trying to capture a pic of the bar with its delicious looking drink with his ‘camera’ that he almost mows somebody down and stumbles himself.]
Shi-Sorry sorry! [He does a half bow before looking up with an embarrassed smile.] Are you alright?
IV: WILDCARD & OOC NOTES
Kink list here but essentially no scat, vore and gore. Prompto is open to all 18+!
swim up to the bar
I think even if I did fall over I'd just.. fall into the water. haha at least it won't hurt, yea? [She peers up at Prompto curiously, head tilted to the side.] Are you here to get a drink? I was looking at the list on the menu before I almost got bowled over. [Sae is teasing though and it's obvious in the playful glint in her eyes.]
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O. M. G. Forget the drink, did that keyboard just pop up out of nowhere? Is that like tech or just a you thing? Uuuuh... that wasn't rude, right?
[Dammit Prompto stop sticking your foot in your mouth around the cute girl!]
I am so sorry.
[On multiple levels. He rubs the back of his neck and gives her a bashful smile to hopefully lighten his rudeness. Maybe, since she's been teasing, she won't mind. She seems nice enough.]
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I'm pretty sure it's available for everyone here at the resort. I had to fiddle with the thing for a bit to figure out how it worked. Have you not tested out the watch on your wrist? [She motions to the fancy watch on her right wrist, her smile friendly and reassuring. This guy gave her major golden retriever vibes and it was very endearing.]
I don't know if you've noticed but.. we can't take these off. I already tried to do that earlier, to no success. I think this is how we communicate with others at this casino. [Sae pauses to wade closer to the bar, climbing up on the stool to sit on it. She lets her feet dangle, the soles of her feet brushing against the cold water.] ..I assume you are new here like me? My name is Sae. It's nice to meet you.
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[He graces her with an exaggerated bow, his arms flourishing about that seems more than a little awkward with the water about. He falls back, his water kicking in the water.]
Thanks for the heads up about the watch! I only made sure it wasn't gonna kill me then just started scouting the area. Figured I'd have more fun spending the night playing with it than checking out just where we are. This place is.. [He whistles.] Something else. Hey, what are you thinking about all of this?
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Just think of it as a new fun adventure! Whatever happens, happens. I live by the philosophy of "living life to the fullest!" and doing whatever I want. [Sae laughs as she spins a little on her stool, wings rustling on her back. One of the merfolk bartenders behind the bar shoots Sae a disgruntled look and she pauses to send the person a sheepish grin before looking back at Prompto.] ..That's what I think, anyways. You are free to think differently. Wanna get a drink with me?
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Whoahoho, that was pretty fun! Drinks! Bring on the cute cocktails!
[Prompto makes grabby hands, leaning over to check out just what assortment of delicious drinks are on display. He hesitates, blinking and tilts his head left. then right. Then looks perplexed.]
Okay so I know NOTHING about whatever these things are sooo... [He smiles at her.] Adventure time! Eenie, meenie, minie, YOU! [He sings out the last part and waves the weird server over to place their orders.]
I'll have the lemony one! Uh... "Holding onto summer"? Laaaame. Who named these things? Total missed opportunity for "Lemon Lagoon" or "Tart Treasure". Whaddya thinking about, new friend?
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[And now here is where Sae takes her first gulp. The taste is refreshing and sweet and it's enough to help loosen the bit of tension that had been left in her shoulders. The more she sips her drink, the more she gets the inexplicable urge to just sink into the water below them. She pauses to tilt her head, wings perking up. Hm..] Is it just me or do you suddenly want to get into the water? [Sae pauses to give the bartender a suspicious look and in return, she gets a look back. Her red eyes flicker to Prompto, head tilting to the side.] Enjoying the drink?
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What? Oh. Yeah! To uh... all of it really. There's something fishy ghoing on here.
[Now that she's pointed it out he surveys the waters carefully to make sure no enemies are going to pop out if they glide back in. What he would give with a good gun right about now. Heck he'd even take a knife! He frowns as he side-eyes Sae.]
I don't see anything dangerous. Roll with it?
[Without waiting for a response he slides back in, rolling onto his back to look upwards with a carefree smile.]
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Those who pound sand... :)
That being said- Prompto's not the only one startled by the odd-looking lifeguards. They are not humans, but not aaracockra either, nor do they resemble harpies. They are...? Her mind is trying to fill in the blank as she stands on the beach, hand on her hip, wearing the gifted outfit that covers everything and nothing at the same time (no top of swimming outfit was provided, thanks Hotel). She doesn't seem bothered by it though; after six months, she's used to this.]
Um... unless we're both hallucinating, you're not.
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[He can't move his eyes from the weird bird-people. It's so not fair they have better abs than he does! Sheesh they could grind meat on those things... Wait, wrong phrasing. He forces himself to jerk back and give an embarrassed smile to his new partner-in-delusions.
Only to catch what she's wearing and jerk his head back, looking up at the sky with bright red heat spreading across his freckles. What is with all these hot people around?!]
Uuuuh, I uh... [He clears his throat awkwardly and decides to try looking past her face. Ok this works better. Just don't look down. ] You are WAY too calm about the bird babes.
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[She can't even enjoy the view of how ridiculous it looks. She's doing her utmost best not to be rude and judgemental but... it seriously looks way too funny, like some kind of joke, someone's spell going awry and transforming people's heads into that.
She catches him become red in the face, and she remembers what she's wearing. Right. Most people aren't used to this, even if they are here for a while. She does her best to cover the 'offending' areas with her top, but there's only so much she can do.]
Anyway, better babes with seagull heads than venomous spiders size of dogs.
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Speaking of ogling... Prompto turns back to stare at the big boobed birdies, his head tilting to the side like maybe he can block out the whole bird bit just before her words about giant spiders has a chance to really sink in. When it does his entire skinny frame whips back in her direction so fast he stumbles, catching himself before his eyes dart around with more than a bit of paranoia. He is NOT a fan of bugs.]
Spiders? Who? What? Where? HERE? Please say they aren't around here! [Terrified eyes are pleading in her direction and his voice breaks off. He's only exaggerating his fear a small amount this time but he bites his lip for maximum sad wobble affect.]
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But right now, she just wants to make sure the guy doesn't get a heart attack because so many naked people at once CAN be a bit too much.]
They aren't here.
[It would probably be hilarious if she said that bit in actuality the crawlers remained. To be fair, she's not sure if all of them were exterminated or not, just that they aren't scuttling around the ground and underground floors anymore.]
The Hotel staff finally managed to get rid of them a week or so ago. We tried to help, but seeing as our weapons didn't come with us, most people resorted to hiding on the upper floors. [...not her. She likes having a weapon, but she's one of the rare ones who can rip these things apart with bare hands. So she was on standby to get the stragglers to safety.]
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Wait wait wait, you mean there's no weapons at all in this place? How the hell does that happen? I mean I get there being civilians around and if there's giant bugs I'd be hiding too but how often does that sort of thing happen? Like should I be worried about the birdy beefcakes over there going homicidal?
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No. At least my sword didn't come with me. There are rumors that they were confiscated from us when we got brought here, while we were knocked out. But aside from this weird guy J that's going around making deals, which includes giving out weapons, there are none.
Umm, [her head tilts a bit,] not homicidal. Annoying, yes, by trying to coerce you into having sex with random people at random times. They whine and cry and complain. There were enchanted pictures that did that.
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barbecue bonanza
With a sly grin on his face, then, Gladio approaches the counter and meets a welcome sigh of relief from Steve, already reaching out for the bucket. And then, that unmistakable voice, chipper, excitable, and full of the kind of grating naivety he's actually sort of learned to appreciate over the years. His smirk slips off his face entirely, however, when he watches too late as Prompto takes an eager bite from the skewer. Of course he couldn't be expected to know better or to observe others eating the food first. And of course he would immediately begin upselling the taste to others around him, though the wary look of one of the other guests tells Gladio all he needs to know.
The bucket is all but thrown at Steve in favor of moving quickly—and Steve, for his clumsy part, not only fumbles the catch but manages to spill the water over one of the grills, ruining the next batch of skewers. He laments, loudly, as Gladio pushes through the small crowd around the booth to meet Prompto. But he doesn't say a word of greeting, instead, reaching to pull the skewer from his hand first. ]
You shouldn't eat that.
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Hey watch the meat man, get your own! There's more than enough to share! Waaaaait... Gladio?! [He yelps in surprise but the frown fades fast and his normal carefree smile is back. Great, another witness to make sure he's not hallucinating big boobed birdies! Now if only he can get his food back from the big guy. Normally it's Iggy being a killjoy but obviously Gladio's in Grump Mode to be denying him delicious delicacies! Good thing he has an idea.
With an energetic bounce in his step Prompto circles his friend, his finger tapping his chin as he exaggerates a very thorough once over of Gladio's beach-bod. He finishes his surveillance with a whistle.]
Man are you a sight for sore eyes! Hey important question did you see any big boobed birds around here? [Distraction distraction and now... Attack! He suddenly ducks into Gladio's personal space, jumping to try to grab his food back.]
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At the very least, they meet each other's smiles eventually, though Gladio's is half-cocked and maybe just a bit too sentimental after so much time on his own, without even another hint of any of the others. Of course, that doesn't mean he's quite about to let his guard down, especially knowing what the food is capable of. ]
Birds?
[ There are at least half a dozen questions he could provide in answer to that, while he mind reels for some grasp on just what Prompto might even be talking about. They're cut short, however, by a sudden, quick-footed tackle.
On any other ground, it would be an easy win for Gladio. On sand, however, and coupled with that tenacious spark, Prompto does manage to best him—probably for the first time ever—and the pair of them topple like a brick wall, with Gladio taking the brunt of the fall as he lands square on his back. His breath leaves him in a choked heave, and instinct has him actually wrapping his other arm around Prompto, to make sure he lands safely on him instead of under him. The skewer, however, is a casualty, for better or for worse; the sticky sweet coating of sauce is a perfect trap for the briny sand of the beach as he drops it.
His smile is gone now, and while he isn't so much grumpy as irritated, his brow is low and stern enough to warn of far worse than he actually means to promise. ]
We can talk about tits later. Did you take a bite of that?
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With a smug grin Prompto whistles a victory fanfare even and he rolls his hips up to sit on Gladio's lap. If he wants proof to eventually show the guys he's going to have to act QUICK. Luckily he explored his Watch early, familiarizing himself with the camera shortcuts so he can snap photos on the fly. He uses this new skill as he sits back, straightening up and taking a burst of pics before his buddy can stop it. Once done he crosses his arms over his chest, tilts his head and answers the former question with an eyeroll.]
Nah man, I go round aaaall the time promoting stuff I don’t ever try. Seriously, dude, of course I had some. It was a juicy and delicious spiced meat extravaganza on my taste buds. It’s not like it’s poison. [He hesitates and raises an eyebrow, looking worried as he registers that maybe there's worry in that question. That tone say he did something wrong.] Oh em gee, please tell me it's not poison!
[Maybe it was ‘cause it’d explain his pulse picking up in a way he knows isn’t his anxiety spiking. Anxiety has never felt this good and usually didn’t come with the urge to rub his hands over his hot friend's abs, and dammit maybe he really should move off the guy but the feel of the Shield underneath him is just too comfortable. He squirms to try to get some of the nervous energy out but it's. just not. going.away.]
If it's all the same to you, Gladio, if I die here tell the others I died doing something awesome, would ya?
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It's not poison.
[ His tone is dismissive, in lieu of hands that want to bury the skewer before shoving Prompto off in the other direction. It's also defeated in a way that becomes clearer as he elaborates, the explanation coming reluctantly. He's trying to find a delicate way of putting things since the last thing he wants to deal with is panic alongside the side effects, although he knows that's sort of a hair trigger for Prompto either way.
Instead of burying the skewer or rolling him into the sand, however, Gladio simply grabs his wandering hands at the wrists, holding his arms steady and aiming to lock eyes with him. ]
This isn't a normal resort. You can't trust the food and drink here without seeing what it does to other people first. [ A sigh, closed eyes, and a glance toward the water, behind Prompto, at a pair of guests without a care in the world. One on all-fours in the sand, the other behind her on his knees, neither of them with a lick of clothing or shame to be seen. ]
A couple months ago, there was some shitty "game" that had everyone running around acting like idiots because they were assigned different animals. Some of them were rabbits...and needed to do what rabbits do best.
[ He hopes the message is clear enough, though he's been a bit delicate with the explanation. Mostly because he'd been unfortunate enough to have been one of the rabbits, and isn't exactly keen to relive some of his most embarrassing moments. ]
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And there it is! Shit. Prompto takes one deep breath, biting back the oncoming panic, before glancing over his shoulder to see what‘s caught his friend’s interest. Unfortunately that’s what sets him off.]
Oh come ON! They’re just gonna fuck right there?! Seriously? You did something like that?! Have they no shame?
[His voice cracks into a whine as he whirls back around, redness blossoming onto his cheeks. Unfortunately the aroused heat coursing through him is joined by the fluttering of his heartbeat, his pulse picking up as he realizes just what a mistake he's made.
Shit. He messed up. He messed up bad. Visions of the fruity drink from earlier, swimming underwater, and the forgotten warning from the woman just this morning has him swearing that Gladio must never know what has happened this day. At least his luck was with him until this part of the day and he has a familiar face to have his back. All of this could have turned out way worse.]
Hey Gladio? [His head falls forward so his forehead is resting against the big guy’s chest. His body is still trying to decide between panic, arousal and panicked arousal so he decides hiding is the better part of valor.] I hate this place. Please tell me there's a private bathroom somewhere nearby because if I have to go all the way back to that room I crashed in I... don't think I won't do something stupid.
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I get it. But I also know you have more self-control than that.
[ Maybe something of a bluff; he had barely had enough self-control himself. But he tries to sound as convincing as he can, even as he turns his gaze to the too-blue sky overhead. Time to swallow just a bit more of his ego, as this place manages to chip away another piece of it. ]
But there's dressing rooms, by the shoreline there. Probably deliberately big enough for two.
[ Not that anyone would bat an eye if something happened here, in full view. Not that he's yet lost himself so much as to outright offer the help he's pretty sure Prompto might need, let alone want, with what he's in store for. And what's probably going to start nudging against his thigh any minute. ]
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1!! those who pound sand
[ Prompto isn't the only new arrival out of sorts. Finally having found a swimsuit to change into instead of that gauzy, see-through linen robe, Qiao Ling had finally exited the bungalow and hit the beach, similarly dumbfounded. Lost her mind? Yeah, she's on that boat with him, and she inches a little closer since he seems both harmless and like another new guest. There's a sense of camaraderie in that. It helps that he reminds her of a small long-haired chihuahua, too.
She does throw him an arched-eyebrow look, though, at that last bit. Yes, the seagull heads are really weird, but?! ]
Supermodels are what you're worried about right now?
[ BOYS.................. 😔 ]
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Hey, I can either bemoan the sorry lack of babes on this beach or I can sit back and think about the possibility that we’re all suffering under some mass hallucination because of some freak gas leak or poisoned with tainted food. I’ll take the beach babes, thank you very much!
[He spins to face the newcomer, fighting off the urge to shuffle back for more space between them and he smiles to assure her that he's teasing. He may be a boy but even he isn't bad enough to be seriously disappointed over the lack of fully human hotties.]
Soooo... [He tucks his hands into his pockets and bounces with anxious energy.] Are you as lost here as I am? [Muuuch better than the 'come here often' jibe that wanted to slip out.]