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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.
does the dead man wanna keep talking?
Eyes up here, bastard! [dammit, does he really wanna get an explosion shoved in his face as "encouragement" to keep those eyes on his face?! cause it's very tempting to do just that. it's still hard to get his own head around the image of dabi standing in such an alien appearance. those casual clothes... where the hell's all the black? the amount of scarring on the villain's body is a lot more apparent with the visible skin. his torso's still tight from readiness so dabi's eyes get a chiseled sculpture to wander along when he goes up. what a damn creep.
his scars show easily on his own flesh, torn open on the right side of his stomach, another punched through his left shoulder, and the large burst blown across the middle of his chest, which looks tender enough to be recent. the last time he saw dabi in any capacity was during the first war, when he tried to torch shoto and endeavor before jeanist snagged him. the only other time was a brief glimpse before the villains were shunted off at the start of the final war. what the hell's he been up to all this time?
the question earns a sneer.] How the fuck should I know? I just woke up.
[it's strange to even admit that, but whatever the hell's going on decided it'd be "fine" to throw dabi at him in such a scenario. is this even the villain? is he having a weird as fuck dream?! there's so mu-]
SIX MONTHS!? [yeah screw the comment about territory and tempers. he locks onto that with a stunned gape that quickly turns into a confused rage.] Bullshit! You're fighting in a damn war!
[this has to be some illusion. a real shitty one if they think this is convincing. it's almost enough to make him completely dismiss dabi as nothing more than a trick of light. what the hell's he rambling about now?]
Who the hell are you? [as much as he doesn't like dabi, someone deciding to adopt the villain's image is insulting. his hand curls, knuckles cracking threateningly.]
such a prickly little pineapple~
( he repeats it playfully, as though insulted by the question--hell, that's something even he didn't consider when he'd first arrived here, that somehow the people walking around could be cheap imitations, some kind of copy, hyper-realistic or quirk-controlled or otherwise. then again, there had been no reason to think it, back then; he had seen enough to convince him that everyone here had to be the real thing, no matter what instant they came from. and bakugou's giving him good information, all the same: he's from somewhere in the war, then, which means that outside of this place, in whatever dimension, time moves just fine.
the war. right. the fucking war, which means--
he takes another few steps, one hand lifting, fingers outstretched into a crackle of blue flame--it isn't a move to fight him, but more just a warning. he can see the way that bakugou's tensing up, after all, the way his hand is clenching, and the last thing they need is the kid to blow up the fucking beach when it's only just arrived here. slowly, that hand lowers; just a blossom of flame, tucked down by his thigh, as though fully prepared to lash out if necessary.
still: it's a wild look of pleasure, his lips stretching, pulled up into a grin. utterly distracted, because-- )
Hey, tell me. Is he still alive? Endeavor?
( when hawks had been here, he'd said the same thing--confirmed that the number one hero had been alive, back where he'd been from, back in the time he'd been from. at that time, he'd been almost soothed by the information; it meant that being here meant nothing, that he wasn't delaying anything, that the world somehow kept turning with him in it, even if he remained stuck in this fucking place. a hard thing to wrap his head around--and maybe it's not even true.
but he's closing more distance between them, as though his excited anticipation can't keep him still: )
Or did he die yet? Is he gone? ( am i gone? it's hard to know what answer would please him the most. ) Come on. Give me that much. I'll tell you who I am.
( because who the fuck else is he? he's himself. )
what a crummy chunk of charcoal!
blue flame crackles in response to his own warning. they're on the verge of breaking out into a full fight here and he's ready for it. aware dabi could fill this entire hallway with flames, he braces his legs, giving himself the option of blitzing right back into the room he came out of, or trying to go through the ceiling above. there's not enough time or space to build up an explosion big enough to pump a hole through those flames in a head-on approach.
but dabi's lowering his hand... what the hell? the man's not stupid. every nerve screams at him to attack, and yet... he's not pulling out of his own ready stance, but he's not moving to attack either. the crazed look of pleasure on dabi's face is stupidly reminiscent of the same he wore on the shoulder of that big brute with the under bite. such a fucked-up brain. so laser focused on that. would a fake be that driven?]
He didn't die. [where he came from in the war, the news had been sparse, barely communicated over the radio waves and comm links. also he hadn't heard a lot of it since he was, well... of course dabi would want to know. what can he say? what should he say? he doesn't know. but he has to give something unless he wants to straight up knock this guy's head into a wall. dabi's close enough now it's a breaking point of decisions.] Neither of you did.
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( he's not sure if it's better or worse, that feeling. an immediate rush of disappointment, soothed over by a rush of elation, tumbling together into some rotten ball of emotion that he can't recognize. endeavor is alive, and he's alive, which means that either bakugou isn't from the very end of the war, or--what, that he couldn't get away with it all? damn, he should have asked about shouto, too, but he feels like that might have caused bakugou to lose that tiny grip he has on his temper. the kid's a literal firecracker, and he's no idiot: he knows what he's walking towards, what he's walking into.
but neither of them attack. he knows better, given that he's been stuck in this place long enough to know what's worth it and what isn't, but he doesn't know why bakugou doesn't rush the attack: funny, that the kid's finally learned his place, maybe, or has half a brain not to do something when he has literally no idea of the outcome. it's like being locked in a prison: there's only so much they can torch and explode.
he lets out a laugh, his shoulders lifting with it, bemused. )
No... of course he didn't. Of course I didn't.
( he's close enough that he could do it--reach out a hand, clamp it around bakugou's throat, burn him from the outside in, but he doesn't. the fires temper, just a light blue glow around his fingers, before he extinguishes them entirely; that same hand lifts, hot with the memory, to gesture a few gnarled fingers out towards the obvious scar on bakugou's chest.
with a warm sneer: ) Did you? Looks like you might want to count your blessings you ended up here at all, hero.
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[there are elements of that fight he doesn't know, but he's at least aware shouto defeated dabi once before the villain managed to escape to endeavor. beyond that, all he knows is the endeavor was still alive and dabi hadn't died. everything else was background noise behind midoriya's battle with shigaraki and his own rush to save all might, then facing off against the brat that was now all for one. endeavor and hawks didn't finish him off, but he was rewinding every second... all he had to do was hold all for one at bay just long enough to let him do himself in. and not die in the process.
does he feel like telling dabi all of that? not really. not right now at least. better to rub his failure in his face so he can get a reality check to revenge. aka: it's pointless. all of dabi's machinations and intents led to the only outcome he didn't want. mocking him for it sounds great... but he's not an idiot. the villain's killed people for less and he'd rather not start a battle here in the halls where people could get hurt. there's no attack, even if the tension between them remains ready.
he needs information and he's not gonna get it from an unconscious strip of bacon.
dabi's within arm's reach now. he could easily detonate an explosion and blow him through a few walls, if not outright wreck him into a knocked-out stupor. when those blue flickers extinguish, the spit and pop of tiny explosions fade away into silence around his hand. guess this is an unspoken truce for now. tempting to slap that hand aside when it points towards his chest, red eyes narrowing as dabi indicates the scar there. of course he'd ask...]
Urusei. I already counted them. [he thanked edgeshot for letting him live. he isn't going to waste the life the other hero saved almost at the cost of his own.] Huh? How the fuck's this a blessing?! I've got shit to do back home!
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gruesome, a little bit. he doesn't really give a shit what happens to anyone else in the war, least of all a little hero in training, but it looks like the kid gets his ass kicked and then some. he's not dead, then, or at least doesn't know it if he is--well, it never really mattered to him what happened afterward. he figured that shigaraki would succeed and there would be a world where people like toga himiko could feel comfortable in their skin, and that had been that.
with a soft roll of his eyes: )
Yeah, you're gonna wanna drop that. You're not getting home.
( but of course the kid would hone in on that. as if there's some fucking door they can just walk through. )
At least not until you fuck your way through 52 card pickup.
( better, or worse, to just leave him with that? he doesn't fully like the idea of bakugou wandering around the whole damn resort, doesn't like the idea of him talking to people, doesn't like the idea of him making a scene, or worse, seeing shigaraki. he might be willing to play nice when it's him, but he gets the feeling that bakugou wouldn't hesitate, seeing shigaraki.
with a click of his tongue in irritation: ) Do you want clothes or not? If you just wanna go lay in your stupid bed and wait for someone to fuck you, I guess what you're wearing is good enough.
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he can't give dabi much more information on the war, having only seen him at the start (that much white looks shit on you, bacon face), but he knows shouto bested him first before dabi managed to revive and make his way to endeavor. beyond that, he only knows neither of them died the last he heard in faint updates. perhaps because he only heard bits and pieces in his comm as he staggered to the edge of u.a. like a zombie back from the dead... maybe they shouldn't talk about the war if they want to try and get along.
his eyes narrow, brows furrowing at the sudden thud of information.]
Huh? [the worst part of this is that he actually believes dabi. mostly because a man like him would have already tried to get home. he's crazy like that. the other part...] WHAT?!
[cue gaping at him like a fool for a hot second before flaring up instantly. his shoulders hike and both hands fly up with exploding palms like it's some kind of physical expression of protest.]
WHAT KINDA SHIT'S IN YOUR HEAD?! WHO'D BELIEVE THAT?!
[he might trust dabi in the not-easily-getting-home part, but this?! that's fucking perverted!! it just makes his face even redder when the guy brings up clothes and straight of "fuck" right out of his mouth.]
FINE!! I WANT CLOTHES!! DIE!! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?!
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his head tilts, angling away, as though the erratic yelling is enough to force him to turn around in the other direction. )
How long have I been here? Six months, give or take.
( despite the voracity of bakugou's outburst, his voice is its usual low murmur, bemused, one hand lifting out of his pockets to rub at his forehead like a headache is going to start if he has to deal with this fucking kid a moment longer.
still: when he turns, it's more with dubious invitation to be followed, a tilt of his head and a narrowing of his eyes at bakugou as if to imply you coming? )
Guess it's closer to seven now, I don't know. No one told you all that shit? Your watch will explain it to you or whatever.
( a slight roll of his eyes, and then a sneering sort of laugh. )
All that hero training and you don't even figure out the conditions of your imprisonment? What a waste.
You have to fuck to survive here. Might get some credits or whatever at the beginning of every month, but that's hardly enough. The more you fuck, the more you get paid. ( a playful lift of his brow: ) Sorry, am I embarrassing you, firecracker?
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Six months?! [these people have kept dabi contained for six months?! that puts things in a startling perspective. so blasting or burning his way out of here really isn't an option. at least his voice is... reluctantly lower. but if dabi's been here that long, and he asked about the war, and hasn't been gone for six months back home, then that indicates this place isn't "real time" flow.
mind working with wheels turning, he narrows his eyes at the man's back, understanding the silent invite, then walks forward. whether it's pride, irritation, or distrust, he picks up his pace, bare feet padding the hall until he's shoulder to shoulder with the other man. now dabi doesn't have to deal with him staring at his back or whatever.]
I just woke up in that fucking room five minutes ago. Who the hell'd tell me anything? [there wasn't anyone in his room to talk to him or some shit like that! the mention of the watch gets him to look down at the band around his wrist. he hadn't even noticed it there until now.]
Usurei! I'll avoid you next time until I answer everything! [don't blame u.a. on not teaching him how to recognize a magical kidnapping fuck hotel grabbing people out of the middle of a battle!
he really wishes dabi were kidding about the 'fuck' part, but...] YOU DON'T HAVE TO REPEAT IT, BACON FACE! I GET IT!
[that's angry red on his face! not embarrassed flush!]
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he expects that he'll recoil, but it doesn't matter: when they're nearly shoulder to shoulder, it's easy to reach out with one hand, rub a damaged palm up against bakugou's bare skin, and grip his upper arm, pulling him to force him to turn rather than just directing him with it. )
You're embarrassed? Don't tell me you don't have anyone to fuck back at your little hero school.
( the amusement is rich--and agitated. the thought just makes him think of everyone else back there, of all the stupid idiots there, the little lunatic's love interest and then some: and of course, his perfect prince of a brother, all with the kind of opportunities that he'll never have, the sort of things that he'll never get to keep, himself.
he sort of hopes that bakugou is embarrassed. that he's some fucking pathetic virgin. that would be the real kicker.
still, he draws his hand back, coiling it in instead to give bakugou a firm push at his back, between his shoulders. )
Come on. They won't let you on the beach without a swimsuit or whatever, so we might as well start there. Pain in the ass. ( a decided roll of his eyes--and so rather than guide bakugou further into the resort, he aims instead to push him towards the alarmingly recent addition: the beach, and the fake ocean, and all of that shit that he's been mostly avoiding. ) Can't believe I have to babysit you 'cause you're a virgin that won't fuck for credits.
( extrapolating? of course. pushing bakugou's buttons? absolutely. )
The bird guys. They'll have a suit for you for free.
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the fact dabi's said months here and he's definitely not "months" back home suggests things didn't change at all, but... dammit, this is the stupidest crap he's ever heard!
a crawl of smooth skin, graze of staples, rasp of burned skin runs over his shoulder and he's jerked around before he's got a chance to hike his shoulder up and away. it doesn't stop trigger reflexes and dabi's got a tough-skinned palm inches away from the side of his head, a few sparks crackling on his skin as the blonde's wide-eyed surprise narrows in threat.]
WHAT THE HELL KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?! YOU WANNA GET YOUR HEAD BLOWN OFF?!
[the implication of "having" someone and actually doing anything sexual rubs him the wrong way. that's his damn business! he was focusing on his school work, his heroics, getting his life ready to graduate and go pro! then the villains started moving, war broke out, all that shit happened. when does dabi think he had any time for a fucking relationship like that?! idiot! he was part of the reason all their "little lives" got fucked up in the first place!
whatever flustrated pink's on his face now is darkening in a mixture of embarrassment and rage. it'd serve this bastard right if he left him sticking halfway out the damn wall! but dabi takes his hand away and the blonde momentarily considers following through... until he gets pushed in the back and grunts as he steps forward.]
Don't shove me! Die! What beach?!
[probably the one the room, hallway, and dabi's clothes suggest is hiding around here somewhere. to say nothing of the faint floral and seasalt scents. part of him wants to dig his heels in and refuse to go wherever dabi's pushing him. but a small logical part of his brain is pointing out he's not going to get any clothes doing... nothing! unless he wants to wear a sheet toga forever.]
I'm not whoring out, dammit! [if dabi needs more evidence of the hero's v-card, there's some more. does he appreciate the babysitting? hell no! is it happening? unfortunately yes...] You're probably fucking wealthy by now.
[have an insult!]
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( as much of an insult as it might be, he chooses to take it as a compliment. kind of funny, all things considered, for the guy to just assume that he'd be able to fuck his way through enough of the resort to amass some amount of wealth; he doesn't know whether it would be in his best interests to tell the truth, or lie, or leave it up to bakugou's shitty imagination.
naturally, he decides that he'd like to push it as far as he can go--it's been awhile since he's been around someone this ornery, and in a way, the resort has been a bit dull without some antagonistic fervor there, in the form of a well-worn palm sparking little firecrackers at him in anger. )
Don't be jealous. I'd fuck you if you asked.
( that's going to get him into trouble--which is why he claps another hand at bakugou's back, forcing him to tumble forward. the doors at the end of the hall give, with his weight against them, and the crack between them brandishes the full fervor of the fake sun, outside, and the fresh smell of sand, salt, and the crisp taste of ocean in the air; he winces at it, but gives another shove to make sure bakugou ends up tumbling through the doors all the same.
another round out here, and he hates it all the same. the sun's hot, despite it being fake, and the sand is hotter still, and there's all kinds of noise from the sounds of the nearby bar to the people splashing around in the ocean, laughing and squealing and having fun.
and he's here. with this stupid little virgin shit. trying to get him to cover up his dick with more than just a flimsy robe. )
Go right. ( he says, loudly, as he begrudgingly follows at bakugou's heels. ) The stupid lifeguards. You see them.
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what has that done for him in this place? he doubts there are any heroes or villains clashing in a place obsessed with sex. dabi's as much a prisoner here as anyone else. might not've had anything better to do. questions and rationalizations grumble in his head, a constant murmur as his feet carry him wherever they're going. he doesn't have to play this game! he'll take this bullshit and-]
I'LL SMEAR YOU ACROSS THE WALL!!
[screeched mid stumble as one foot catches on the other thanks to that shove. he doesn't fall, instead clattering against the doors and knocking them open with his shoulder. a sharp cuss splits the air as sunlight stabs him right in the eyes, blinding him from the less-brilliant hallway for a second. wood groans beneath an anchoring hand on the railing, a leg stabbing against the wooden flooring to stop himself from pitching forward into the sand like a screw up.
seething, he straightens up, caught off guard by the sight in front of him. hotel, building, resort, but suddenly there's a very real scene splaying out, as if blatantly proving dabi's been telling the truth. sight, smell, sound, everything's exactly as it'd be in any normal scene like this, reminding him instantly of a summer festival at the beach.
except this time, instead of some friends from middle school, he's getting shadowed by a murderous prick who's talking about fucktopia and infuriatingly vindicated of most doubt. somehow... doubling the shitty robe around his waist again. dammit, really should've grabbed a sheet. or ripped dabi's shirt off; he doesn't need it.]
Don't order me around! [look, he's used to tokoyami, but animal-headed people aren't exactly common. this place has a whole flock of them, scattered around in their red suits, tan glows, and toned bodies. gross. it's like a lewd fantasy. probably on purpose.] Why the hell do all of them have bird heads?
[but he's going, he's going. even if he's not gonna be the nicest person to the guards. tempting to slam one of them right against the nearest surface and demand answers...]
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( said to the rudest kid he's ever met. )
Damn, you're really gonna be like this, huh?
( bakugou might be heading in the right direction, but he can already tell that the wheels are turning--that he's thinking he might just slam into the middle of them, demand answers, cause a scene. he's not fully against that line of thinking; hell, it'd probably be a fun show, all things considered. but he also doesn't want to get roped into that kind of trouble, especially with some shitty hero wannabe--somehow the onus would get put on him, when he's actually trying to do something marginally decent, for once.
the lifeguards all seem to draw to some measure of attention, at least, when they approach--rather than let bakugou head into them face first, he lifts an arm, draping it lightly across bakugou's bare shoulders despite the fact that he knows he'll bristle with anger. )
So my friend here is lacking in the swimwear department. ( the lifeguard nearest to them cocks its head in interest--that in turn gets three others, twisting to attention, crowding in in front of them. ) Heard you could help a poor little virgin out.
( naturally, that has the lifeguards immediately starting to gossip amongst themselves; dabi's arm slips, sliding, fingertips that ghost along bakugou's back before he steps away from him. maybe it's good luck, or just the fortune of knowing how this place works: because immediately, the lifeguard nearest to bakugou starts stripping out of his own swimsuit, amidst all the yapping and talking, and then another does, and another, all of them clamoring to offer their tiny, skimpy swimwear out to bakugou's hands.
his eyes squeeze shut, like he's going to start laughing--but damn, maybe he can make his escape, here. maybe the birdheads will just swallow bakugou whole. it's fucking hilarious, watching them all swarm around him, pulling and touching and trying to force him into one of the skimpy swimsuits--he takes another step back. then another. yeah, no, he had no part in this, totally innocent party, here. )
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You're fucking rude too! [does he realize that dabi's actually being decent here? even for a short moment? yes. that's why he's only thinking about demanding answers from these bird-headed freaks. but the fact the villain hasn't done that kind of thing already, or isn't advising it, despite being someone who doesn't take orders from anyone, insinuates he's either already done something like that to no effect, or determined by now trying it won't be of any help. really doubts this scumbag is playing along because he wants to. and while it might be fun to get this guy in trouble...
he does need some decent clothes. wrinkled skin, lanky arm, sinewy muscle, all of that lands right atop his bare shoulders and the blonde bristles up instantly from the feeling. at least it's not his damn neck, but dabi's the one who grabbed him by his nape a long time ago! he really should kick him right in the balls.]
Haa?! What friend?! [and now these bastards are looking at him. he twitches his head back, lips curling in a dark snarl of aversion and threat. it only gets worse when the man beside him opts to throw in another fucking jab.] SHUT UP! THAT'S NO ONE'S FUCKING BUSINESS!!
[but any war he wants to start with dabi gets completely side-railed as the flock of gull-headed assholes suddenly swarm them. he barely gets the sensation of those fingers sliding off his body before he's accosted by the group.] Wha-?! FUCK!! PUT YOUR DAMN CLOTHES BACK ON! DON'T TOUCH ME! BACK OFF!! HELL NO!! [and more. jerking and twisting, anything to try and get out of the grip of these bastard! hands grab at the robe he's tied around his waist and he's fighting them to keep it on! it's bad enough these bastards want him to wear something THAT tiny! it's way worse to know they're used tiny.
of course, as expected, it all culminates in a massive "KABOOOM!!" that sends birds and bodies flying out from the blazing interior. leaving the explosive hero in a cloud of smoke, shoulders hunched and face the look of monstrous rage. but it's at least got the fuckers off him. with one hard yank, he ties the robe around his waist, forming a decent-looking sarong of sorts about his waist. where the fuck is dabi-]
YOU!! [he tried to abandon him to these beasts!] YOU'RE DEAD!!
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so he's headed towards one of the drink bars, set up around the beach--it's not too far from where he left bakugou for dead, after all, and it's mostly in the shade, a large umbrella fanned out over the whole shape of it like a tent to ward off the heat. behind him, he hears the explosion, rather than sees it: but there's immediate chatter, voices raising, guests looking off into the distance as though to ask themselves what could have possibly occurred.
the bartender behind the bar, poised to take his order, immediately looks past his shoulder--sir, she says, as though in warning--
and with a long sigh, he turns on his heels again, fully ready to face that explosive little shit stomping towards him in the sand. )
Wha~at, none of them were your size? ( another pointed glance down, scanning bakugou's chest, focused pointedly on his crotch, before lifting back up again. his arms bend, elbows tucked onto the wooden drink counter behind him so that he can lounge a little. ) Come on. You can't just wear that forever.
You want mine? ( with a curved smile, patient, as he lifts a hand to tug at the shoulder of his own shirt sleeve in indication. ) It'll cost you, little virgin boy.
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leaving him panting and seething amid the wreckage and some glassed sand around him as the birds squawk off. what occurred? someone wasn't going to be a murder of sea crows' pecking order, that's what! and now, there's revenge stalking across the beach. still wearing that damn robe, but that's far more preferred than the skimpy shit those bastards were trying to shove him in. seriously, if they want him in beachwear, give him a proper pair of boardshorts or some swimtrunks and fuck off!
ignoring everyone staring at him, he's beelining straight towards one particular person. arms by his side, jaw jut out like a chiseled mountain, eyes burning a hot as the damn sun, shoulders hunched up like a linebacker with his face set in a ravenous murder scowl that'd sent lesser villains pissing themselves. FURIOUS!!]
I'LL WEAR YOUR FUCKING SKIN, PATCHWORK!! [promptly grabbing dabi's flimsy shirt and jerking him forward via the fist. oh yeah, he's well aware what this man can do. and so is this man, to what he can. STOP LOOKING AT HIS DAMN DICK!! it's not visible with half a robe stuffed over it, pervert! if dabi's just trying to get a rise out of him, congratulations!
the offer to wear the guy's shirt wrenches his face into more disgust/anger.] LIKE HELL!! You got clothes! Where? Spit it out! [he's not paying dabi's price! not right now!]
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there's a scoffing breath at the demand, though he pretends to consider it. he knows that he could easily get his face blasted off here, but does that even matter? like always, the risk is worth the reward--or punishment--as one of his hands lifts, just slightly, a touch of two fingertips against the folded edge of that robe, pooled over bakugou's hips and thighs.
with one little hiss, a tiny tendril of smoke, he lets the material catch up in flame. )
My clothes? ( loudly, as the material starts to crackle with blue fire; it's not like he's thrown it fully into the chaos of burning fabric, but if bakugou doesn't toss the thing off soon, then he's going to end up with more issues than he likely wants. no one wants a fire started around their dick like that.
with a long sigh, he lifts his other hand to close it around bakugou's wrist in silent threat. ) They're in my room.
You want them? I'll tell you where to go. But you need to back the fuck off.
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that scoff answers with a grit of material, fingers tightening hard in that flowery shirt of his. dabi offered it to him. would it be "acceptance" to rip it clean off his body? nope! his blood runs fast in his veins, nerves and muscles tense as he still pays rapt attention to the man even in his anger. one spark of blue is all the villain needs to ignite. it's one of the reasons his hand flutters on dabi's shirt when those still-clear fingers reach his waist-bound robe.
he wouldn't dar- FUCK YOU, DABI!!
instantly his hand flashes from the villain's shirt down to the robe. WHAMP! and fists the burning sections, smothering the flames before they have more than a second to consume the material. it gets his hand off dabi at least, leaving him growling and snarling at the guy. but not touching. he neither wants to end up a smoldering nude nor have his privates burned. bastard. sometime in the future, expect him to blow up something of yours, dammit!]
Then you need to stop pissing me off! [but fine! he's backing the fuck off. in that he's not grabbing dabi's shirt anymore. a quick jerk of his hand breaks his wrist out of the man's hand. tch! wretch.] Finish your damn drink.
[he doesn't trust dabi's instructions. probably just gonna route him to some pervert's room or another seagull flock.]
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shakily, the bartender sets a glass in front of him--and he lifts a hand to indicate she should make another. )
Pretty sure a person breathing near you pisses you off, firecracker.
( with another roll of his eyes--he lifts up the glass, but rather than drink from it, he gives it a cursory sniff and stretches his arm out, hooking it towards bakugou instead. it smells deceptively sweet: there's at least a few shots of liquor pooled in the bottom.
his fingers grip the glass, shaking it a little, commanding bakugou to take it. )
Drink yours and we'll go. ( on cue, the bartender places another drink there in front of him, one that he intends to keep for himself. ) I bet there's someone here we can relieve of their belongings, rather than going all the way up to my room...
( with an idle smile, half-formed, as he narrows his eyes at him. )
No birds, since apparently you're afraid of 'em.
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that long sigh and spin around earns a hard growl behind his stupid flowery shirted shoulders. this patchwork bastard planned on bullshitting him again! just now! damn right he ruined those plans!]
When they're obnoxious about it.
[hint hint. he pauses when the glass swings towards him, eyes narrowing and brows furrowing at the offer. come on. does dabi really think he can keep getting away with this kind of bullshit? that 'command' doesn't go over well either.]
You... [as much as he wants to snap at dabi not to order him around, he's also aware this is a very thin line both of them are toeing. and like it or not, he needs the aid. this man is from his own world. with a snarl, he swipes the drink from the villain's hand. there's something in it. he knows that. alcohol, a drug, anything to make this a bad idea. but dabi says we'll go. if looks could kill, this stitch bitch would be six feet under.
last chance. bakugo glances at the bartender.] Two glasses of water.
[he'll drink, but first, he's gonna be a goody-two-shoes prick about it. meaning one glass of water down the hatch, then the drink-] CUGH! [-he coughs hard and brief, eyes widening and head ducking a bit as his throat works the drink down. he's had sports drinks before, soda, even some cider, but whatever the fuck that was is only somewhat similar. it burns and hits with an impact he can't describe. maybe chugging it wasn't the greatest idea... at least there's a pool of water in there to dilute it?! hopefully?!]
I'm not stealing shit! Go to a store, buy something like a decent person, and I'll pay you back! [does he have to spell this out for him?! it's his first day here; he's not going to turn into a damn criminal. and the second glass of water. it hurts to tank it down, he's gonna piss hard later, but damn if he's not gonna dilute the bar drink as best he can.] I'm not scared of those bastard!
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with a soft breath, he takes another swallow, while bakugou downs the glass of water like he's never had any before. kid lacks manners about as much as he does.
to his benefit, he doesn't laugh, at least, when he splutters around the liquor in the drink. probably hits him hard and fast in the stomach, at least that would be his guess, and damn, who said you had to chug it, little firecracker? his eyes roll up to keep from laughing; he takes another slow swallow, before he drags out the toothpick speared with two chunks of pineapple and a lone strawberry. )
You'll pay me back. ( he repeats it slowly, thoughtfully. ) And how are you gonna do that?
( he lets that silence stretch for a moment, and cuts bakugou off before he can even make up some kind of flustered answer-- )
You get money through fucking. Having sex. Remember that? ( he's not going to say that there are other ways, obviously, that would ruin the fun. ) So how about you just pay it forward?
( he's already grinning, as he brings the toothpick up, catches one of the pineapple chunks with his teeth and spears it away into his mouth. )
If we fuck, then you'll get money. And you can buy your own clothes. How's that work for you?
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who knows. shit part is, dabi's gonna be the one to find out, when or if there's any effect. great. just who he wanted to share his first drink with. at the very least, the fried villain doesn't mock him for his acrid reaction to the drink. he chugged it so there was less time for it to affect him! is that how it works? who the hell knows?! maybe he'll puke it out in a few minutes. dabi's sitting there so calmly, enjoying himself while the blonde wishes he'd choke on his damn fruit cubes.]
I'll fin-! [-d a way. is what he'd been going to say, only to slice off by a languid tone and amused voice. the weighty silence already indicates a number of answers, leaving his skin crawling across his shoulders and face starting to grow hotter than he wants to admit. fuck you if you think he's gonna get flustered around your half-baked skin!]
I KNOW THAT!! You don't have to repeat it! [dabi already made that painfully clear. and the worst part is, he's getting closer to believing him. are there other ways? maybe. damn well he'll find out. not from this prick. snarling quietly, each word drops into his stomach, plunking down like weights in the liquid-filled pouch behind his abs. pay it forward. god he wants to punch dabi's hand and shove that toothpick through his stupid uvula. shut off his garish grin.
there's no way to even describe the feeling. his body for money. heroes serve others for payment, of course, but there's a canyon of difference between cleaning up the ruins of a building and agreeing to have sex. the fact he hasn't really done anything before is another heavy weight clinging to his chest. if this place really runs on that idea though... panic clashes against rage against need against pride against determination. dabi's tricked him before. this could be a lie. but if he just... gets it over with, it would make life in this place easier. shit, shit, shit! with this guy!? versus another stranger he has zero clue about? stomach twisting, fingers curling until his knuckles crack, brain a whirling mess. until his tight voice finally growls out.]
Nowhere public.
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( a repetition that isn't necessary, and it's not for bakugou's benefit, or even his own. rather, it's said with a dramatic wheeze of breath, as he whips around to turn back towards the bartender, as though to ensure that he wasn't the only person that heard it. thing is, she's off tending to another two customers off to the side, so he's left with less of an audience than he would have liked; it doesn't do anything for the slow curl of a grin on his lips as he turns back.
another haunting echo-- )
Nowhere public, huh. Ashamed to fuck around with someone like me, huh. I get it.
( another pinched sort of grin--he takes another swallow of the drink, languid, like he's in no rush to finish it, no rush to get through to the end, or cut to the chase. )
Gonna ruin all your pretty little hero morals with this one, yeah? Oh, if only you knew.
( it's not like the kid's hooking up with shigaraki, or compress, as though they represent two opposite ends of the same spectrum: something a little closer to the image of evil, maybe, something a little closer to the image of a plain criminal. it's hard to say where bakugou's head is at, but even harder to say what his head contains; he's not entirely sure of where he's from, what's happened, what he knows, what he doesn't. it's not the time to try to suss that out by sharing barbs back and forth, trying to parse the truth through the anger.
another tip of the glass back and it's mostly ice--with a breath of irritation, he sets the glass down, pushes away from the bar. )
Alright, somewhere private, then. ( as though relenting, and true to his word, at least, he's casting his gaze out across the beach--and then offers a short nod, tilting his head. the glasses are abandoned, and he's already stalking across the sand, keeping his pace at least slow enough for the command-- ) Follow me.
You got any other rules I need to know about? Spit 'em out now or I'm not listening.
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[haa?! does he have to make sure someone else heard that?! he jerks his head back, teeth bared in an incredulous snarl. dammit, dabi! this is between the two of them; no one else needs to be dragged into it! who the hell does this melodramatic prick think he is?! knots twist in his stomach, shoving a rush of embarrassment and anger through his blood. crap! he never should've said anything! first the shitty seagulls, then the alcoholic drink, now whatever this bullshit is! that's the last time he agrees to this scumbag's help!]
Urusei! It doesn't have anything to do with that!
[as if dabi gives a shit about whether someone feels shame or not. self-pity's not getting the villain anywhere with him. prickles needle across his skin, hackles threatening to rise even more than they already are. ashamed? fuck no! but he's not some perverted bastard fucking around where everyone else can see! there's nothing wrong with wanting your own privacy!]
Keep pushing me and I'll rip your stupid swimsuit off.
[his hero morals aren't in play right now. this is, uh... personal morals. or preferences. does he think it's wrong to fuck around with someone in public? of course he does! who the fuck wants to watch that?! porn exists; do it in your own room! ugh, it's no different than pissing in the lobby of a hotel. there's crap you just don't do in a civilized society. it's got nothing to do with being a hero or a villain. besides, with those damn guards aside, he hasn't exactly seen people getting frisky out here in the open on the beach, or in the halls, whatever. it's all encouragement and insinuation, not action.
dabi's not getting off the demand for information though. he has every intention of asking the guy what he remembers and trying to figure out where he's from. despite not seeing todoroki's battle with his brother, he knows from the chatter on the comm that dabi really fucked over his body with his quirk. so he can't be from the same mid-war period. unless the hotel reversed the damage to a more... acceptable state. even now, he can see where the burns go on his chest and arms and lower legs. dabi's still kept his health. he looks more like his appearance after the kidnapping.
... ugh! stop looking at him! he jerks his head away to glare at something else as the villain pushes away from the bar and agrees with him. fuck. kind of hoped the guy would back out and taunt him for another trick or some BS like that. the bar stool swivels as and the blonde follows after dabi, growling under the command.]
Haa?! What rules?! [oh. about sex. shit. uh... it's not like he's never thought about it before; he's not some prude. does he trust dabi to listen to any restrictions? no.] If I don't like something, you'll fucking know.
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