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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.
lunafreya nox fleuret | final fantasy xv
( there's a sharp whistle, daunting, one that erupts into an explosion of light up above the fabricated ocean water; she doesn't have to go inside of it to know, doesn't have to swim to the depths or paddle all the way out to the horizon to understand that it probably isn't a true ocean, just like this isn't a true beach. it's not the depths of a forgotten sea, either, the depths of a place she would never return from--it seems to be just one place of many, in a resort she doesn't understand, in a place that's unfamiliar. already she's asked some of the staff for any kind of information; there's not much to be had, and if noctis is in this place, then he's hiding well.
another firework careens up into the sky--this one in the shape of something rather inappropriate. she shouldn't laugh, but it seems unstoppable; her knees press up to her chest, arms wrapping around them to duck her chin down to muffle it.
she's seated out on the beach, near a bonfire that another group had left burning before retreating back to their bungalow. she had woken up in one of them as well: had spent the day searching, investigating, learning about her surroundings. by the time she'd gone back, someone else had been in 'her' bunk--which had been fine. she'd gathered up the few things she'd acquired and gone back out to the beach. camping: that's something that friends like to do, isn't it?
still, she has no friends here--not yet. she's biding her time, enjoying the fireworks, dressed in a plain white tank top over a plain white bikini, a towel stretched out beneath her; she doesn't mind if anyone wants to join her by the fire, doesn't mind if someone puts it out. instead, she'll reward anyone with a small smile of encouragement, and relative silence: at least for one moment. )
They're not going to chase people off the beach after midnight, are they? ( with a bit of soft worry. ) I'm afraid this is where I've got to sleep.
SWIM UP TO THE BAR.
( mermaids are something she's never seen--the things of legend, maybe, or of pretty storybooks, and though she wouldn't balk at the idea of them, out in the oceans somewhere back home, she gets the feeling they shouldn't look like this. it's early evening, the sun starting to set over the water, and she's wading patiently behind a few guests clamoring for the bar, complaining about the staff behind it. apparently these fish-people are not who they wanted to see, or who they were promised: the bartenders offer them glasses of 'complimentary seawater' and turn them away.
that's no good, given that she hasn't exactly decided what to drink, what to ask, or if she even wants to try anything.
with a soft pull forward, she offers the bartenders a gentle smile, bowing her head in appreciation. one of them offers her a menu, which she pulls over to the side of the bar, wondering over it with her fingertips. everything sounds sweet and delicious, but is it worth it? her chin lifts to eye a few of the other patrons; none of the ones left enjoying themselves at the bar seem to be having any trouble.
there's another few people, looking at the menu with her, after a few moments--she pushes it towards one person in particular, smiling faintly, before she edges back to the bar proper. there, she nearly bumps shoulders with someone; there's a quick apology, and a dart of her eyes towards the glass they hold. )
I'm so sorry, could you tell me what you got? I'm wondering what would be the best choice, and recommendations are always best.
( judging by the color, it's hard to tell what the drink might be--one of her hands folds up towards her chin, considering, as she waits for the answer. )
DAYDREAM PARASOL. ( her suit: clubs )
( the voice sounds strange. distant. a distorted wailing, something painful and angry, something that she's heard before: the speech of an astral, echoed and strange. when her eyes open, there's nothing there: no waves, no airships, no sounds of destruction. just the big stretch of an ocean, and the pretty, glittering sand of the beach, and a sky that doesn't look like the sky she'd been under earlier.
just an illusion, then? her thoughts race, her heart hammering in her chest; there's no one else here, it seems, no one else on the beach except one other person, someone who's closer to the waves, standing just at the edge where the ocean laps at the shore. another split second, and her head is filled with that same voice: inhuman, angry, demanding. it's not as though she expects that leviathan is here, of course, not like she's back home. but it's persistent enough that she's padding out through the sand towards the other person, hoping to stop them.
one of her hands reaches out, catching the stranger by the wrist. ) I'm sorry.
( it's a little reckless, maybe--but that hand gropes up along their arm, tugging, until she can slide herself in, arms loose around the other person's middle, pressed in against their back. )
I'm sorry, but we should stay away from the water. ( she doesn't want to have to explain it: and why does it feel so hot, out here? she's in a swimsuit and it still feels like she's sweating beneath the press of her bangs. )
Come back this way. We'll find something better to do.
SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE.
( she isn't sure she wants to know what a 'fuck pillory' is, or why it exists in this place. just the name alone is enough to inspire her to seek some way to complete the list, even if the items on it are absolutely ghastly. how would one even measure a cup of-- maybe it's better to start from the bottom and work back up to the top; with a slow breath, she works her hair up into a loose bun, pulled out of her face, and sets her sights on the beach across from her.
surely others are playing this game, or at the very least, are aware of its existence. asking someone to donate something for the sake of being spared the pillory seems easy enough--until it comes time to approach anyone. she works her way carefully along the beach, hands pressed together at her front, worrying over one set of beach chairs, and then the next, trying to think of who might be comfortable, who might be willing enough to help.
it never occurred to her that she might be approached instead--but she does stop in her tracks, once someone flags to get her attention. with a warm smile: )
Ah, are you also...in need of supplies?
( she holds up one hand, the display of her watch showing the list of scavenger hunt items in indication. )
If you wouldn't mind...sparing...your bottoms, then... ( there's a soft, cringing sort of smile, lifting her hand to hold it above her eyes to shield them from the sun. ) ...Well. The very least we could do is trade, of course.
OOC & WILDCARD.
current player trying a new character! she is 24, ota in terms of age/gender, hard-no's would be noncon & bathroom-related kinks. canon point is the end of chapter 9 in ffxv. feel free to throw me a wildcard, or PM if you'd like to plot.
arrival night ♥
Somehow, the scene speaks to her. Though she's no social animal, the pang draws her closer to this figure, to the girl who's hugging her own legs and settled down like she intends to stay there as long as she needs. The words are like an answer, a relief to a tension that builds up any time she approaches anyone. )
Oh, I would think not. The celebrations are still young, and with so many... ( There's a pause here, as if on cue, and a firework in the lovingly crafted shape of a dick bursts overhead. With a small smile, she continues. ) ...colorful fireworks, I'm certain they won't stop any time soon, anyway.
( Conversation is always tiring, but this one feels a little looser somehow. She still minds herself as she settles into a spot directly on the sand to Lunafreya's side, but she allows herself some relaxation, her fingers reaching out to brush over one of the scattered seashells left along the beach. )
May I ask why you wish to stay out here, rather than those bungalows?
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( her chin lifts, and she can't help but offer a laugh: they're both thinking the same thing, she figures, that there's a certain amusement to the way this place seems to boast all of these colorful items and implications as though it should be the most normal thing in the world. her gaze goes past the girl, towards the sky for a moment, before landing back on her. it makes her realize she's being impolite: she should at least make some kind of offer to share the towel, at the very least.
however, the girl settles into the sand next to her, and she accepts it with another soft smile, relieved. even if it's not quite as kind to let her settle there, she still has time to insist on the towel later.
with a tilt of her head, towards the sky: )
Oh, it seems they overbooked. Someone else needed the bed more, and so I didn't want to impose.
( she takes in a long breath, letting it out through her nose in a laugh. )
I have to admit, I didn't expect to come to a place like this and be homeless, but it seems to be a common occurrence. Do you have somewhere to sleep?
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( It was clear from the chaos surrounding the bungalows that there had been incidents of overbooking. Whoever was dealing with the management of it all had truly fumbled, and it was these so-called "guests" that had to deal with the aftermath of it. Kokomi defaults to trying to solve it in her own head. A number of beds, a number of guests, a solution of bed sheets on floors and whether or not fairness should cause rotations of beds, or if the bed rotations would only be worse, and—
This is not Watatsumi Island. She has no power in how anyone does anything here, no say in the management, no ability to truly solve the overall problem. And so, after taking a slow, deep breath, she nods to herself. )
I do have somewhere to sleep, in fact. ( Somewhere crowded, full of others, and completely horrible to deal with for someone who wants an isolated, private space with no one else to bother her. But— ) And there can be room for you, as well, if you'd accept my offer. The sea should be somewhere comfortable, somewhere to relax and be one with your thoughts... I hate to think of what you might think of it if you're forced to sleep out here as your only choice.
What do you think? I know we've only just met, but...
scavenger hunt (we die like (wo)men)
So when his luck does run out, it's with bated breath that he checks his own list, curious, morbidly so, that he's been spared. He breaths a small sigh of relief when the list is tame, requesting things like feathers and an abandoned drink rather than... Well, he'd rather not dwell on the filthier asks, especially since he isn't beholden to them. Instead, he'll dive right in, gregarious and shameless enough to feel comfortable enough propositioning people for the smaller things, even if he's unwilling to talk to the lifeguards just yet. And a tight blonde in a tighter bikini seems like fair game for one of those two kisses he needs.
But to say he is shocked when Lunafreya turns around would be a understatement for the ages. And words fail him, tongue tied and eyes wide as she stumbles through her own request. Perhaps it's a relief to see him, especially when he realizes she hadn't been quite so lucky as him. ]
Can't exactly say I can spare them... [ Almost mumbled, embarrassed? He peers around for some of those gulls he's been avoiding. He sighs, heavily, through flared nostrils as he spots a gaggle of them and gestures with an open hand. They're still so unsettling... ]
Tell you what. I'll come with you to get a pair from one of them. I need feathers anyway.
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there's an immediate shake of her head, embarrassed of herself for even continuing with such a request. )
No, I'm...I'm sure you can't. I'm so sorry.
( an embarrassed chuckle, her chin ducking down, bobbing in against her pressed hands. )
It...Are you sure that's...wise?
( every part of her wants to drag the conversation in another direction, but then again, if gladiolus isn't mentioning anything to begin with, then maybe she has nothing to worry about. it may even be the case that noctis isn't even here--that it may be the two of them, trapped in some odd place that needs things like a fuck pillory and strange bird-headed lifeguards.
dropping her hands down, she gives him a firm nod. )
Well. If the Shield says it, then we should pursue them. ( as if they're hunting. she at least offers him a warm smile. ) To our gull friends, Gladiolus.
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Most things around here don't really run on wisdom. You just sort of have to accept what's happening and find a way to get it done.
[ He isn't about to explain how he's learned that perhaps the hardest way possible, twice over. She's clearly only just woken up here, and he recalls vividly how disorienting and overwhelming those first few days are. She doesn't need to know just how bad it's going to get, and how much worse than that it could get, until she's had at least a meal and a night's sleep.
So, instead, he turns towards the group of lifeguards, squawking away at each other, each of the masculine ones almost as large as he is. There's no real telling what to expect from them, though he doesn't exactly trust that they're anything like decent lifeguards. Not with the way they hover together and chat; not with the way they circle the barbecue stand like vultures. ]
Maybe we can convince them to hand over some feathers and a pair of shorts. It doesn't say you have to take them off someone else, right?
[ He strides beside her, square-shouldered and imposing, looking even more the part of a rank higher than he is. He's seen that sometimes the "wildcards" get gifted—and sometimes they get punished. He isn't quite sure yet which one she might be in for, and he'll do his damnedest to prevent the latter. ]
I guess if you do, I'll just get them to give me a new pair, and you can have mine then.
Daydream Parasol
[It was the scent of her familiar perfume drifting through the ocean breeze that had lured him to sit down on a lawn chair beside her while she slept on the beach. It wasn't some creepy stalker thing! He had only wanted to sit by her side until she woke up and guard her from any strangers. Really! Nothing creepy at all! And maybe, just maybe, he could find out just how she arrived in this trippy place. Prompto never meant to fall asleep, he had only closed his eyes to enjoy the sea breeze ruffling his hair and to linger in the memories of paper and perfume!
Except he must have because there’s something seriously off this place and it’s not just the lack of half-animal bodies around or the weird sky. No it's the sudden sensation of soft arms around his waist which makes him startle and that voice that he’s only heard on the news before.]
Lady Lunafreya…?
[His eyes fall on the water and suddenly her caution makes so much sense! No wonder! He's seen how some of the guard act when they've faced battle and he knows even somebody strong like Lunafreya must have new fears after Altissia. Blue eyes dart to the water, checking for any threats before allowing himself to focus on the sensation of her skin against his. The heat feels almost overbearing, almost like urgent needles under his skin, but there's no way he's letting her go. Not when she feels so good.
Ok Prompto, focus focus!
He bows his head and rubs circles on her arms before turning to face her with a bright, exaggerated smile. When all else fails he can at least try to cheer her up or distract her.]
Weeeell, m'lady, then let's get away from here and find something else to do. Gallant gunner Prompto is ever at your service!
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at least she doesn't have to explain herself. even if it's an illusion, she knows that prompto will understand. he had been there, after all, in altissia--she doesn't want to think on it. with another smile, she presses her hands together, forcing herself to calm with the reassuring rub of prompto's hands on her arms.
he has a wonderful smile. it's so hot out here. she can feel the sweat beading at her temples, and embarrassed, she lifts a hand to press it against her jaw to catch the sweat that dribbles down, there. )
Ah, it's quite alright to just use my name, you know. ( a warm tease--she doesn't want him to feel beholden to manners of another world, somewhere neither of them are, now. ) Would the gallant gunner perhaps be willing to find us a bit of shade?
( she stands tucked in close to him, almost as though she doesn't want to turn to see what could be behind them. )
It's...quite warm, and I feel like...Truthfully, like I need to take something off. ( abrupt, she laughs, like she can't quite believe she said it out loud. ) I'm sorry, I know that's rude of me...
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Well then, dear maiden, your shade awaits! And don't worry, I'm the last person to be bothered by rudeness. When we relax you can take off whatever you want. I won't mind.
[A nervous laugh escapes and, before they can move on, he uses a free hand to brush some of the sweat away from its path towards her eyes. He's not sure where this impulsive need to touch her comes from but it's like he just can't get enough. A red flush spreads across his cheeks, not entirely owed to the heat from the sun, and he tugs her forward towards the shade of a parasol he could have sworn was not in sight just moments before. His fingers glide down her arm to intertwine their fingers together and, emboldened in the heat and his need to touch, he raises their locked fingers to brush his lips across the back of her hand. Carefully he twists their wrists so he can kiss her pulse, blue eyes looking up at her through his lashes to check on her.]
the bar
Ah, this one is Seaberry Floradora. It isn't bad if you like raspberry.
[ His voice is low and warm and gently accented--Zemnian to him, but others here have called it German. He's a slim, lanky man in his mid-thirties, pale skin scattered with freckles, the tops of his shoulders and the bridge of his nose a little pink despite a liberal application of suntan lotion. Both his long hair and beard are red, damp and a few shades darker than normal from swimming. In only a pair of navy swim trunks, he wears a number of scars openly, some interrupting the copper body hair across his chest and down his stomach, but the most strange and striking encircle both his forearms; clearly methodical rather than accidental, there are more than two dozen on each, raised incisions of roughly uniform size and shape creating an almost mazelike pattern.
Though he's had only a little of his cocktail so far--so little that he's yet to consciously pick up on any effects--Caleb already feels more inclined to lean in conspiratorially, lowering his voice as he gives a friendly warning. ]
Generally I advise caution with drinks here, but I did get one earlier that let me breathe underwater, so I am curious enough to risk trying another.
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( it's a thoughtful murmur, her fingertips arching, slipping up until she can press them over her lips in thought. it's funny, really: she had always only eaten what she had needed, back home, her mind constantly on other things, her determination always focused elsewhere. there had been so many things to tend to, after all, and so little of that had been her own well-being. food and drink like the things she's seen in this place, so far, had never crossed her mind: which gives her a healthy curiosity not only about the fare of this place, but about the people, as well.
he looks a little intimidating, but his voice is warm, and he seems kind, especially as he leans in closer, like he's sparing her some sort of secret. the reveal makes her brows lift, both surprised and amused-- )
Ah, is this a common thing, in this place? I'm afraid I've only been recently recruited here...
( a soft laugh, though she tries to muffle it with her hand. easier to say that than have to admit to somehow being pulled here after death. )
...and I've never been one to breathe underwater.
( the thought jars something in her, but she tries not to let it show in her expression. )
Are there creatures? Seastars, jellyfish, anemone? Or is it lonely, underwater, here?
arrival night 💕
She smiles at the other girl, waving her hand in greeting before curling up in the sweatshirt she pilfered off of one of those high rank guests. She's still wearing a bathing suit beneath it, but it's enough to keep her suitably warm with the heat coming off the fire. ]
Huh? [ she is immediately concerned when the other girl says she has to sleep outside. well—it's not outside, since they're in a resort, but it's as outside as they can get right now. ] Did they kick you out of your bungalow? [ ooooohhhhh. she's already rolling up the sleeves of her sweater, ready to throw down with some rude seagull lifeguards. ] You can't sleep out here! What if you catch a cold? Or a creep comes by? Let's go talk to those lifeguards, I'll show them some sense.