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

eichi tenshouin ♔ ensemble stars!!

[glorification]

♔ i. beach bunnies
( smut, ota kinks )

( When Eichi hears that rabbit is on the menu, how is he supposed to refuse? Even if the skewers advertise themselves as rather spicy, he wants to be part of all this adventurous celebration, and he wants to eat rabbit. So, without any company to warn him not to, he takes a skewer for himself and settles somewhere off to the side, under an umbrella meant to help shade him from the heat that's currently pushing his body this far already. He's pale, and worse than that he's not sweating nearly as much as he should be, thanks to his condition. Taking his first bites of the rabbit meat only worsens that.

Not only is it spicy, but the heat takes root in him like nothing he's ever felt before. Before too long, he takes a staggering step out of his umbrella's shade, the remains of his skewer tossed carelessly aside. Frankly, he looks ill— like he's a moment from passing out here on the sand— but he reaches forward to grab the closest person that he can, breathing out a heavy exhale. What does he say? What can he say? It's true, honestly, that he's pushing his body to the limit simply by being here, right now, but more than that... there's something that he wants, beyond any reason, and he intends to get it from whoever he can find. )

Hot...

( At first, though, it feels like such an innocent cry for help from a weak little idol. Who could turn that down? )

♔ ii. daydream parasols
( gen or smut, ota kinks )

a. gen
( Exhaustion leads him finally to the nice little set up of chairs and umbrellas. Choosing an empty set, Eichi sits himself down with a quiet sigh, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand to clear them. Before he can do anything else, he means to sit, to rest, to think. His vision is blurring, and it's a rather concerning sight for anyone who happens to look his way. Once again, out here on the beach looking like he's about to pass out... )

b. smut
( But without interruption, a sitting rest of his legs quickly becomes more. He leans back into the chair proper, swinging his legs slowly over to rest all the same. When his eyes close, he tells himself it will be just for a moment, but the odd comfort of these padded chairs quickly lull him into sleep the moment anyone is close enough. He's already here, peaceful, sleeping without a sound. What harm could there be in joining?

The dreamscape he blinks into feels softer. Standing feels much easier, here, as he pushes himself up from the padded chair acting as portal and takes a look around. Just himself, and... whoever has decided to sit beside him in this time. )

Ah—

( Opening his mouth to greet the other, he takes a step through the sand, but the movement alone is enough to make him hyper aware of every sense. An ache, a burning desire so intense that it overwrites every bit of exhaustion that had been settling into his body only moments ago. It's a dream, that much is clear; the pastel skies are something like candy, like the images of children shows and cute advertisements. Still, though, every step he takes feels impossibly real, and whether he recognizes this stranger or not, they feel real, too. He bends down, long fingertips brushing against the cheek of his sleep partner, unable to help himself. )

Are you awake?

♔ iii. wildcard & ooc notes

( ooc. hello! at Eichi's canon point he is 19, and he's OTA for shipping, including being ok with age differences & younger characters. for smut prompts, he'll work as a top-leaning switch so we can go either direction with no preference from me, and he's wearing some basic swim trunks with sandals. open to wildcards of anything gen as well, but wanted to put out more interesting prompts for him! generally am open to just about anything, but feel free to PM me if you want to work something out. ♥ )

i

[tfy]

[Who wants to eat chunks of rabbit after hearing that they had to be grilled due to "overpopulation in the conservatory"? Not him, that's for sure! A, it spoils the mood when you say that, and B, those skewers are too greasy-looking! He'll pass, thanks!

He will take a couple of the fruit ones, though. Though he's intrigued by the lab-grown fruits despite his better judgement, he knows Jun will be most excited by the ones with strawberries. Now all he has to do is text him and tell him to come down from the gym or wherever. But first, he'll find some shade!

As all these people with skewers walk past, his thoughts idly drift to that one tea circle meeting. The one where they pranked Tsukasa by grilling meats and saying that was what they did at tea club all the time. The look on Tsukasa's face when he "revealed" that Eichi loved eating barbecue with his bare hands had been rather funny!

... he doesn't know when he'll see them again. Eichi or Tsukasa or any of them. He has his hands full worrying about himself and Jun, but he does sometimes wonder how everyone else from ES is doing. How SS went, whether everyone's still dealing with the fallout from their disappearance, whether Eichi-kun is even still alive or if he's finally croake—]

........... huh?

[A hand grasps at his arm, he turns, and then his brain simply freezes.]

Eichi-kun?!

[Every part of him wants to deny what's happening. To say that this is someone who just happens to look like his old friend, former unitmate, and forever irritant. But then the eerie deadringer rasps out a single word, and that all-too-familiar voice makes his stomach drop and his hairs stand on end.

His expression goes from dumbstruck to horrified!]

No way, this can't be. You can't be Eichi-kun! You're just some heat mirage!

[glorification]

( At first, Eichi doesn't know who he's reaching out to. It's a reach of desperation, some attempt to tether himself back to this Earth before his body attempts to free him from it. His fingers can hardly manage much of a grip, and the heat beneath his skin has far surpassed that of the rabbit skewer spice on his tongue. The fact that he's able to grasp anything is a miracle in and of itself, but before he can properly begin to feel any sort of relief, a shrill voice breaks through the clouding of his mind, and his face scrunches up as if the heat's just been cranked up to 11. )

Hiyori-kun?

( Faint though it is, he's able to voice his confusion at hearing his fellow idol now. A quick glance shows him that his assumption is correct, and while Hiyori begins to go on about heat mirages, Eichi heaves out a sigh that could very well be his last.

But it's not! Thankfully. Maybe. )

Hiyori-kun.

( He tries again, this time firmer, even in the buttery tone his voice always manages to carry. There's an annoyance through the pain and suffering that would be difficult to replicate, and his fingers curl past his condition to leave small crescent shaped indents in Hiyori's skin. )

This heat mirage of yours is going to collapse if you continue to speak without acting.

( Help?? Can they at least like, go inside? Is there air conditioning somewhere? )

[tfy]

[It can't be Eichi. It just can't be. As he said to Leo once, Eichi doesn't belong here.

But those fingers tugging his wrist in a barely-there grasp sure feel real. And the sound of his name said in that voice sounds unmistakably like Eichi, too. His stomach knots with dread and he bursts out:]

Idiot!

[Why? Why, why, why is someone else from home here? Wearing swim trunks like he's on vacation? Hiyori shakes his head in disbelief and distress!]

You shouldn't be here. This place is awful. I know it looks like a fun beach party, but it's not like that at all. It's a place totally unfit for idols. Honestly, what were you thinking, leaving ES to come here? That's the worst idea you've ever had! Unless you were snatched out of bed like I was. Then I guess it's not your fault. But still...!

[The fruit skewers are totally forgotten. One of them, the one held by the hand that Eichi grabbed for, has fallen in the sand; the other one presses into his beach pants as he stands there with his hand on his hip, looking deeply dismayed.

Then Eichi says that last thing, and he's suddenly concerned for another reason. He blinks—only now does he take in the flushed, desperate look on Eichi's face, the weakened state he's in. And even after being in this place for months and knowing how it operates, Hiyori still manages to misdiagnose him.]

... are you in the middle of a heat stroke?

[Yep. Clearly that's what's going on here. Hiyori's stopped yelling and looks appropriately worried now, at least.]

You need to cool off or you'll die: that's what you're saying?

[glorification]

( Now he's being scolded, for some reason, and though there's such a familiar irritation scribbling itself into knots in his own chest, he can't rid himself of the desire to do something a little untoward about it. The idea that Eichi could do something to shut Hiyori up, to make him stop for even just two seconds, is honestly overwhelming at this point— he staggers into another step forward, closer beyond anything he normally seeks out, and just about half collapses against Hiyori. Either he catches him, or they both fall into the sand! )

Surely you can't actually be this dense...

( The words are muttered, a sort of biting harshness usually reserved in quiet moments between himself and people like Hiyori, but he presses them into the other's neck, if he can get away with it. Like revenge of his own, though he can hardly manage it.

His body is on fire, and any contact he does make with the other idol will likely reveal that quickly enough. Maybe it does seem like he's having heat stroke. But that's not his only symptom... At this rate, though, he's becoming more and more certain that he's going to die of blue balls here on the beach. This is horrible. He reached out in a moment of desperation and grabbed the absolutely worst person he could have, possibly, for any sort of help—

When Eichi tries to let out a noise of frustration, the tone is a little too high, and he slumps further, burying his head in either Hiyori or the sand. He doesn't care right now. He'll just die, it's fine. )

[tfy]

[If Eichi had flung himself at him, they might've both gone down, but his staggered footsteps give Hiyori plenty of warning. His arms raise instinctively and he grabs at Eichi's back, keeping them both on their feet, albeit with the other boy heavily leaning on him.

Goodness, Eichi really is about to collapse from heat exhaustion. What should he do? When they were kids, Eichi's family always had servants and doctors who'd rush over to help at times like these! First, he supposes he should find him some shade. Then fetch him some water. Then, er... maybe dump a bucket of cold water on his head? There's also the sponge bath option, but he really does not want to give Eichi one of those...

But before he can drag the poor sadsack underneath one of the umbrellas, or do any of that other stuff, Eichi speaks again, the words muffled against Hiyori's neck. It triggers a slight shiver, the feeling of those lips on his skin, though he'd surely deny that with every fiber of his being if ever he was asked. But as for what Eichi actually said to him, he doesn't get it!]

What are you—

[He doesn't get it... at first. Then it starts to dawn on him.

A flushed face. An odd look in the eyes. Close bodily contact. Calling him "dense" when asked if he was dying from a heatstroke. And now this strange, high keening noise as he buries his head against him, hair tickling underneath his chin. And all of this is happening at the Golden Peacock, 5-star casino and resort built just for perverts!]

...!

[The knot in his stomach tightens. Oh, no.]

Say, Eichi-kun...

[He swallows. His earlier frustration is gone; now he sounds... hesitant.]

Were you eating something a minute ago? You ate something weird, and once you'd finished, your body started to feel strangely hot and sensitive... is that what happened?

[glorification]

( It seems that Hiyori is finally adding things up, which saves Eichi a few rather undignified attempts at trying to explain it himself. What it doesn't save him from is any of the sensations that come along with it. Arms are wrapped around him purely to keep him standing, but it feels like more, right now. His own thoughts are becoming muddled, mixed with what almost feels like something foreign, pushing strange ideas into his mind that completely contrast with the realization that he needs to get out of public, right now.

His sigh is hot against Hiyori's neck, and his fingers curl and grasp against him like he wants something more, stilling when he catches himself. He better not hear about this later. He's not going to live this down. )

...So it was drugged, was it?

( He has to do something, because the longer they stand close like this, the more he feels close to the edge of losing it, like he might do something reckless that he'll have to clean up later. Eichi has never been one to stop himself from chasing after what he wants, even bending the rules to do so, but...

He doesn't actually want to ruin their reputations as idols. )

I want... ( His voice trails, and his eyes scan down Hiyori's body before he can realize what he's doing. In a sudden show of determination, he stands just enough to grab Hiyori by the shoulders and attempt to whirl him around right there, as if him facing the other direction might help.

It doesn't! He continues on, voice breathy, heated, but a little more urgently determined. )

Nevermind. Can we move somewhere? Is there nowhere to go? I may actually die, if I'm forced to stand out here like this for much longer.

( The thing is, though, that he's not going to be nearly as considerate in private, right now. He wants relief, and the only way to get that is behind closed doors, right? But they're on a beach, and... He's feeling dizzy just thinking about it. )

[tfy]

[ ... Yep. It's official. His day is ruined.

As though running into Eichi-kun wasn't bad enough, he had to run into an Eichi-kun who'd been drugged! An Eichi-kun who ingested the sort of drug that makes you feel, well... a drug that makes you feel that way! And now that very same Eichi-kun is clinging to him like a lifeline, breathing heavily against his neck! All while some seagull-headed lifeguard flexes their muscles a few yards away, adding insult to injury! Everything is just awful. Horrible!

Eichi will find Hiyori's expression to be one of extreme consternation when he pulls back. If he even looks there—he seems to be more interested in his body. For better or for worse, Hiyori is showing less skin than just about anyone else on this beach. Going shirtless isn't an option now that he has that unwanted tattoo on his back, and so he's wearing a zip-up hoodie with matching seafoam bottoms (plus a stylish hair ornament). Whenever one of the staff squawks at him to show more skin, he just unzips the hoodie and blows them a kiss. That always takes care of it!

But, you know, whether he's clothed or not, being eyeballed by Eichi is still rather skin-crawling. Especially with some breathy little "I want" preceding it!

Before he can remind Eichi where his eyes are, his shoulders are grabbed and he's turned around. Eichi's grip isn't the strongest, but he's disoriented enough that he goes with it. Or maybe it's just less actively uncomfortable than being face-to-face. Still, with Eichi still holding onto him and saying he may die, something must be done here. So.

He'll just talk like everything hasn't gone horribly wrong. Great plan!]

There's basically nothing but places to go, since the resort's unreasonably huge. My room's back down on the eighth floor, so it'll take a while to get there. This whole area's attached to the garden, though, so we might as well head that way. Though we'll want to stay away from the flowers...

[Since some of those have that special pollen, allegedly. What might happen if someone who's already been drugged (and who already had a weak body to start with) got drugged a second time?

...]

On second thought, maybe I'll just toss you into the pool. Or a shower stall. A cold shower seems like it might help, right?

[It won't help.]

[glorification]

( A pool, a cold shower... Despite the way that his blood is rushing through his body right now, spurred on by the heat of a deep longing for contact, it feels like it's draining from his face, now. Hiyori really isn't going to do a thing to help him, and he should have realized that much before.

He had realized that much, really.

He doesn't feel like he has to dignify that question with a response, with how his fingers dig in a little extra at Hiyori's shoulders, his icy cold stare trying to glare a hole through him from the back. It's amazing how a dying man can be filled with so much smiling irritation!

He doesn't have a strong grip, and he doesn't push with much force, but he does begin to walk Hiyori forward, over towards the bungalows. He woke up in one of them, so at the very least he can crawl under his blankets and try to get through this, right? Right? The longer he stares at Hiyori from this angle, though, the more he gets some rather untoward thoughts about what he'd like to do to shut him up.

Maybe death would be better, actually. )

Hahh... ( A heavy exhale, a little shaky, but he's still persistently trudging along through the sand. He's only in swim shorts himself, not given the luxury of anything to cover the pale skin of his chest, and even if the sun is fake and there are no UV lights turned on at all, Eichi feels like he's burning up. )

Hiyori-kun. ( Something that's managed to draw his attention, even in between all of the cluttered thoughts and feelings rising up like heat from the sand, is the comment about him having a room, despite this resort being overbooked. ) How long have you been here?

[tfy]

[Eichi-kun sure is clinging to him, just like a spider monkey. He must be really unsteady on his feet right now! ... or so Hiyori thinks, not realizing (or perhaps refusing to realize) that the nail-digging might signify another kind of need. What can he say? The idea of taking a more hands-on approach with Eichi-kun literally doesn't occur to him. It's Eichi-kun! The day he does that for Eichi-kun is the day pigs fly. Having a noble heart is one thing, but the Tomoe family doesn't offer that kind of charity service!

... Besides, it's not like Eichi-kun really wants that, either. Does he even know what he wants, in his drugged-out state?

But it's not like he really thinks tossing him in a pool will do much good (other than providing a laugh or two.) Hiyori's not really sure what will help, since he's never been drugged like that before. His only point of reference would be the Springtime game. Those effects weren't caused by any food, that was his suit affecting him (or so people said). But when he thinks back to how he felt those first two days, before he and Jun gave into the inevitable, well...

Still, this is different, isn't it? Those effects lasted all week, but drugs usually wear off! So even though taking matters into his own hands didn't fix his problem during the Springtime game, that might just suffice for Eichi-kun, or at least take enough of the edge off for him to endure the next few hours. Which means Hiyori just needs to find him a bathroom or something.

... even though he really, really, really never wanted to think about Eichi-kun doing that at all. Ugh!!!

His own train of thought makes him grimace (now they look equally bothered!). He's also not sure where to find restrooms around here. But, as though reading his thoughts, Eichi then starts to redirect him, and it seems he's trying to steer him towards... ah, yes, the bungalows. Suddenly it clicks. "New beachfront accommodations for guests," the message said. This is where they stuck Eichi-kun.

But why, oh why, oh why did they kidnap Eichi-kun?

He jolts when Eichi heaves a shaky breath against his neck. Some of his hairs are now standing on end. Don't get him wrong, he's not in that kind of mood! It's just that the back of people's necks is a vulnerable area, that's all!]

Me? Hm, well, for me it's been...

[His shoulders sag.]

Almost four months.

[Boy, does that dampen his spirits even more. Not that he wasn't aware of how long it's been, but saying it out loud makes it horribly real.]

Not by choice, mind you. If there was a way out, I would've found it by now. But since there isn't one, I have to make my own somehow, and that's shaping up to be a huge pain.

[Then he pauses when something else occurs to him.]

What about you? Were you forced to cancel SS after four of us vanished without a trace?

[Slowly, he turns to look at Eichi over his shoulder.]

... or do you not remember that far?

beach bunnies!

[experiment01]

[When Eichi reaches out for help he is greeted by a tiny woman with hip-length white hair, bright red eyes, and a pair of cute tiny dark grey wings on her back. She wore a simple one-piece bikini outfit that the staff mingling around on the beach had given to her as a "complimentary beach attire" and since she had nothing to wear besides the robe she woke up in, she took it. Sae had finished her meat skewer just a couple of minutes prior and she could feel the effects of whatever drugs were in the food slowly kicking in, causing her to blubber out a low chirp. Ah.. I just remembered.. Her thoughts are slow and fuzzy around the edges but she shuffles forward to meet the idol halfway, the hint of red dusting her delicate features. ..Forgot this place wants us to bang like crazy.. She should have been more cautious that the drinks and food in this resort were probably drugged but it honestly didn't cross her mind until now.]

..Hm.. [There is no hesitation in her actions as she reaches forward to pat one of his cheeks with her hand as if to reassure him. Just the touch alone has her squirming and shivering, the wings on her back trembling from the physical contact. ..Maybe I should take him out of the sun..? He looks pretty frail.. She reaches down to grab at his hands, expression concerned. For now, Sae was able to ignore the effects for just a little bit longer but she knew it wouldn't last before she fell victim to it as well. As someone who had been used as a lab rat all her childhood, she was intimately aware of how it felt and made sure to act quickly. The last thing she wanted was to be caught off-guard or be out in the open like this with drugs rampaging through her system.]

..c’mon. [It's a gentle murmur as she tugs Eichi along with her, stumbling to the nearest bungalow home available. She ushers him inside, closing the door shut and locking it closed as an afterthought to prevent anybody from entering. Sae shifts from foot to foot, tugging on the straps of her bikini to try and calm the heat spreading throughout her body, wings shifting to lazily twitch behind her. She gives his hand a firm little squeeze, peering at him from beneath her bangs.] Better? [Her thumb strokes the surface of his palm, Sae nibbling down on her lower lip.]

[glorification]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[experiment01]

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

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

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

[glorification]

In other words, the rabbit meat that we were offered... it was drugged?

( It's not that Eichi doesn't understand. Even if Sae chooses not to answer him so directly here, he can see the entire picture. Drugs, to force arousal. It's no wonder he's reacting so strongly— not only that, but his body is frail to begin with, so introducing any sort of medication beyond the ones made to help him is bound to cause problems.

She's kind, but he can't help the hesitation that follows. Reaching up, he catches the hand poking at his chest and moves to guide it gently away. )

I'm an idol. Eichi Tenshouin. ( A pause, his breath shaky. ) If I were to do something right now, it could cause countless problems, and I'd hate for you to be pulled into it, Sae-chan.

[experiment01]

Most likely, yea. [Her eyebrows furrow a little on her face at his words, head cocked to the side.] ..Pardon me if I'm a little harsh with my words but what problems are you talking about exactly? I don't think your idol status matters here, Eichi Tenshouin. [Sae looked genuinely confused as her watch said this, bright red eyes peering at him as if trying to understand. She motions to the room they were in, the watches wrapped around their wrists that seemed almost impossible to pull off, no matter how much someone attempted.] ..We all woke up the same way, wearing nothing but robes. Kidnapped somehow, even though I know when I placed my head down to sleep the night before it was in the room of my apartment.

I don't even think we are in Japan anymore if I'm being honest with you. [Her lips twitch into a wry smile, expression still friendly despite the initial rejection. Her bare feet tap on the ground, wings rustling behind her. She hadn't even noticed how fidgety she was becoming due to the meat she had eaten but it would be obvious to anybody who might see her that she was Not Okay. She tucks some hair behind her ears, Sae hiccuping out a startled chirp at the burning sensation she felt. It was more intense this time and the redness on her cheeks was darker, trailing up to her ears. Ugh..] ..On the off chance that you do go home, you can always just write this off as a very bad moment in your life.

..In any case, I do want to help. [He still didn't look too good either way and she squinted at the idol with concern.] I don't think leaving it like this will be good for you either. Or for me, since I'm starting to feel it more strongly too.

ii-a (for now)

[resound]

You’re in my spot.

( there’s a furry shadow looming over eichi, now, though the parasol sadly blocks most of it. shuu’s enjoyment of the beach has been soured by this sudden development— though admittedly, if not for this, he would’ve found some other reason to radiate disgust. as things are, he leans over, tapping the table that sits between the seats; an empty can of some sugary cola-or-other sits there, complete with curly straw. his curly straw.

the new can he’s just retrieved comes to rest on eichi’s forehead, still icy cold and dripping with condensation. surely the temperature shock will help reclaim his seat. )

Pay attention to your surroundings if you don’t wanna die.

( it’s an awfully hostile manner of speech towards someone who is, as far as he can measure, a complete stranger, and likely undeserving of such words over a mere chair— but who would he be, if he wasn’t giving death threats at the first opportunity he could? )

[glorification]

—uwah?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

( go there, asshole )

ii-a

[softstoneheart]

[ It's a concerning sight and she is concerned. Topaz runs over, putting slim fingers to the pulse at his neck. ]

Are you feeling overheated? Let's get you some water.

[glorification]

( Fingers to his neck startle him, no matter how gentle. They feel cool compared to him, and so he can't help the bit of surprise he vocalizes. )

Ah— forgive me, I normally wouldn't be out in any sort of weather like this. ( Shakily, he breathes out. ) Water would be lovely, if you can spare some.

[softstoneheart]

[ Her worries are confirmed. Any longer and this guy might go into heat stroke. Her voice is soothing and gentle. ]

Just wait here. I'll get you some water, and when you're feeling up to it, we can go somewhere cooler.

ii-b

[hatefuldays]

[ *Hyun-ae blinks awake at the touch... or, well, that's not really the right word, is it? ]

Huh? I'm, ah...

[ She sits up, looking over the mysterious world that's been replaced by another, even more mysterious world. Beautiful colorful skies open to the void of space, sparkling lights on the water... wait a minute. ]

Am I... dreaming? Wait, I can dream?!

[glorification]

( Going with diamond for Eichi, btw! Hope that's alright. )

...Is it startling, to dream?

( How interesting. He's dreaming of someone he doesn't recognize at all, but she's in perfect clarity. For a moment, he studies her face, tries to take in if he might have known here somewhere prior to this, but— no, nothing. )

Some parts of this seem oddly real, but it must be a dream. I don't feel like I'm in pain, after all.

[hatefuldays]

[[ She's also a diamond, so this might get intense. ]]

It's a little surprising, I didn't think I could... I mean, never mind, it's not important.

Is this what it felt like...?

[ Her memories of dreaming are so old and faded that she's not sure. Did they feel this vivid? Wouldn't the people in them look more familiar?

...As he stares into her face, from right up close, she starts to go a bit red, and tries to avoid eye contact. It's a bit much... no, a lot much. ]

Sorry, have we met before? Did I make you up for this dream?