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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.
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Sunday's feet sink against the glittery sands below, doing well to hide uneasiness behind poise and a high chin. )
You are correct. Seems we are stuck in this realm for the unforeseeable future. Mr. Olivine, was it? Please, you have nothing to apologize for. I have equal fault playing a role in these circumstances, don't you agree?
Are you feeling alright?
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it makes it easier still to shift his focus elsewhere, transforming guilt and dis-ease into a warm and earnest smile given to Sunday.]
Just Olivine, please, Mr. Sunday. [he's gotten comfortable not being referred to so formally, even if he slips into it himself.] It's more... I feel I should perhaps have at least warned you about the habits of this place. The information they give doesn't really prepare you for most of it.
Ah? I feel fine, yes. If this place is supposed to affect us, it hasn't begun in earnest yet.
[nodding, he lets his gaze wander briefly across the sands. ... the actual reality here is that Olivine is just. fairly used to being in a constant state of low-key interest, so it hasn't yet occurred to him that this is more. he's blissfully lucky the suit isn't messing with his essence right now, that way.]
Perhaps we should take a walk? It seems pointless to stay rooted in place given the circumstances. Maybe we'll find the way out of this before too long.
[he doubts that, given how often he's been able to avoid the House's pressures (never. it's never), but a little hope never hurt anyone, right?]
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( Frankly, Sunday is accustomed to others addressing him formally and he values such behavior. His feet sink into the colder sands so he can get closer to his new companion. The silence is so deafening he hears the grains' texture, yet he can't hear the distant hush of the ocean. It's a like they're in a bubble, either shielded or targeted. )
I insist, let bygones be bygones.
I've been gathering some other useful information, but you are the expert, no? If we come across anything suspicious, I trust your tenured self.
( Sunday still hasn't experienced full suit activation, even though symptoms of it flash through him every now and then. Defying his racing heart or creeping anxiety comes with his role as former Family Head in Penacony. He can handle the mental stress if he's able to control his surroundings - which he can't do here. It's bound to drive him crazy. )
Everything almost seems the same, so you're right. What about that structure over there?
( The building, he means. In this shared dream, objects are bound to cross their subconscious. )
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[if nothing else, Sunday can at least rest assured that Olivine will do all in his power to ensure he's comfortable. but his question draws attention to the building, and the pause speaks volumes before he does.]
The... academy? It's actually here...
[honestly, he's not sure if that's more or less concerning than everything else. he doesn't feel that much trepidation, at least, so with a nod, Olivine takes a step toward it.]
It's as good a place to start as any. [a wry sound escapes him.] We shouldn't get lost inside, at least.
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Six months is a long time...
( Especially in a place that is so unpredictable like this. How are people not driven mad? )
Oh? So you're familiar with it? It doesn't look like a place meant to host a five star resort.
( The way Sunday studies his profile is piercing, though soothing. Anybody back home would be honored to have a Halovian's gaze upon them - especially Sunday's. Yet this is more like an assessment following those uneasy words. )
Hah, please elaborate.
( It wont swallow them, will it? Or turn upside down to trap them within different rooms. Shifting ceilings to floors and walls from walls?? That would be a shame and even more disorienting. )
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[maybe some are driven mad, really. Olivine is safe more because he's... the way that he is. he's also not hard to read—the Halovian will find his expression a touch nostalgic, just faintly uncertain.]
No, not at all... it's called Sorcerer's Trials—an academy for those deemed... worthy of learning magic in a classroom setting.
[he makes a face just saying that, because he clearly doesn't believe it.]
I spent a good portion of my life here, that's all. The halls can feel labyrinthine, but once you're used to them, it's easy to make your way anywhere. That is, of course, assuming this is laid out as I remember.
[nothing that concerning. at worst, they'll be shunted into the... basement altar where they'd more recently cleared out a cult, but that goes unmentioned because Olivine would rather not think too hard on that time.]
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( This realm is projecting features of their pasts, then. Sunday studies his features while he explains the nature of the building. That expression Olivine wears - Sunday is familiar with it and it tugs his heartstrings so. He's not sure why, perhaps this is another one of the House's tricks to tinker with his emotions based on his company or environment.
As they approach, memory bubbles begin to seep up from the sands. They're as light as he remembers them in the dreamscape. He wonders if they might be able to extract memories from it as well. )
These bubbles. They're commonly found where I'm from. I'm not entirely familiar with their innerworkings but you might be able to access memories if they have the same composition as the real ones.
They might be useful if we do end up lost, no?
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[That's simplifying it a bit and also sidestepping what he didn't like about it, but the two are largely unrelated to his expression.]
It's just that I don't think it's so simple to decide who will be a good student, or a good mage, by way of arbitrary rules no one really knows. Even their claims that it would keep out bad actors was proven false, not so long ago.
[As his explanation fades, they're allowed just a short reprieve before the next change—Sunday's explanation has his lips pressing together, thoughtfully.]
... yes, they might. Do you... know what sort of memories they usually house? And are they easy to use?
[He's definitely not asking this because most of his memories are tainted with anger or pain or guilt, up until the last few years. Honestly, he'd wonder if they were even compatible with him if not for the fact that they seem to be in some kind of dreamscape as it is.]
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( Everything is taken at face value, of course. Sunday of all people knows how to stay reserved - the spotlight was never meant to fall on him. He reaches down to sway one of the dream bubbles for them. They're light and cold, floating almost. )
My guess is that they might show memories tied to whatever it is you're currently feeling. Sometimes they're empty. To extract the memories, all you have to do is pick one up and try to submerge your hand into it. Concentrating might help, but these things are fleeting and many elements associated with their existence is still widely unknown.
( He won't bother mentioning the Garden of Recollection. That will just take them towards another unnecessary path. He frowns at the bubble in his hand, watching as it slowly fades through it. )
This one's empty.
( Just a little white lie. )
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[not as he liked, really, because that never factored into it. But his thoughts are completely derailed by watching Sunday manipulate the dream bubble, fingers moving as if to grab something at his side. Of course, he'd left his notebook in his room anyway, even if this wasn't a dream. He'll just have to try to remember it all later.]
I wonder what causes them to come into being, then... [He's endlessly curious about... well, just about everything, honestly.] There are some yokai who are able to affect the dreams and memories of others, in Klein, but I'd never imagine something like this...
[It reminds him a little of that incident in the black market too, but that would be a similarly unnecessary tangent even if he wanted to think about it. Plus, it strikes him as odd that Sunday would be so disappointed in a bubble being empty, so soon after saying that they sometimes are... but he's content to leave it an idle wonder.]
Because of where we are, perhaps?
[His fingers extend to touch another bubble, cold against his usual warmth. It doesn't ripple the way he might have expected, either. The priest's expressions are not nearly as well-controlled as his companion's either—brows knit and cheeks turn the slightest touch pink as his hand pulls away, a soft hum escaping him.]
... they seem... somewhat risky, [He says in lieu of acknowledging whatever he'd just seen,] But I suppose dreams and memories often are.
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I take it that the nature of this place might know us better than we know each other - the question is how.
As for these, even they are full of mystery back home. We are faced with your building academy and these dream bubbles, so we'd better stick together and find an exit sooner than later.
( Sunday's attention on Olivine is paranoid and surgical as he gets his chance at one of the bubbles. His reaction is the same as somebody reaching out to a flame. Sunday wouldn't past this resort to also make up false memories, surely... That's within their scope. )
Then let's look for clues inside the building... You're right about the bubbles. It's not a good idea to depend on them, at least judging by your reaction just now. Nothing good?
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[He's in agreement on finding a way out though—even if his experience here makes him hesitate to make the clearest suggestion. Sunday is a new acquaintance, and new to this place besides. It would be terribly rude to just blunder into it.
Besides, he's got to take a moment to process what he's just seen again. The sensations that rake across his skin and drape over limbs...]
Ah.
[He finally manages sound again after Sunday suggests they move on to the building, eyes closing for a moment. A soft inhale, and the priest tries again.]
Just... an unexpected memory. It isn't that it's bad, but it's from a different time.
[Olivine should never be allowed to judge how bad his own memories are. Anyway, running a hand over his forearm briefly, he takes a step toward the tower. All the while, he's increasingly worried that the only options they'll be given will all be... awkward. The doors themselves will open to the grandiose foyer when they get near, the shimmering tiles inside leading to a myriad of corridors and staircases. tallpillars divide the main area into neat sections, and the statue of a distinguished man stands at the center.]
Let's see what we have to work with, then.
[He's trying very hard to not think about his time as a professor here, the issues with the cult and the chaotic tilt of his essence following it.]
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( He's no stranger to discomforts and taking this dream into account, Sunday is watchful of Olivine's reactions as they proceed into the grand building. Sound is still distant even as they creak. It travels back towards the sands and ocean before they're swallowed and shut in heavily.
It's odd wearing these clothes here now. )
This looks spectacular. The finishes remind me of my mansion. . . I do miss it.
( The columns are glossy and marbled with respectable architecture that could last lifetimes. He stays near him just in case anything warps on them. Sunday is far too familiar with devising traps and mechanisms to throw people off their bearings. It takes a paranoid mind to read a room and suspect traps awaiting them.
Sunday watches Olivine for more clues about the place, or where they should be heading, but he admires the statue at its center. As curious as he is, they have more important tasks to complete so he'll have to save his thirst for a history lesson. Memory bubbles cling to the statue's base, taunting them. )
Olivine, take my hand. It might be dangerous to wander in here without being connected. If these memory bubbles are real...Well, perhaps monsters might also arise. I'm no fighter by a stretch, but I can imprison them with my mind.
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For someone as fond of traps and puzzles as Sunday, parts of the mystery will unravel easily—hanging items with just a touch of scraped stone at their edges, small imperfections where a rock isn't quite secured in its wall. No traps, incidentally, but certainly secrets.]
... to be honest, I'm not sure of there's somewhere specific we should go to find our way. The library is just up those stairs, and the dorms are on the upper east balcony. All of the halls on his floor lead to classrooms.
[but it's definitely a familiar feeling, the way the air seems just a little tense, as unbalanced essence mingles with dream bubbles and the priest alike. His heartbeat picks up a little, not helped by the suggestion to hold his hand. There's no sense in being skittish in this place, he knows that—even if it's blasphemy to even consider half of the thoughts always floating in his mind.]
Ah—alright.
[His hand is warmer that average, curling delicately over Sunday's. Monsters... how nostalgic.]
If that's the case, you needn't worry over me. My specialty is healing magic, but I have extensive experience in driving back monsters and bandits.
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( Handling monsters and sudden shifts in their environment are two different things, however, so keeping close to him is still beneficial. Sunday is hyperaware of how illusive peace can be in places like these. In a dream anything is possible, and this building is weaved together from Olivine's memory, it seems. Taking from how the House likes to test residents here, Sunday wouldn't put it past them to add other contraptions. )
We could start with your favorite area, then? Or perhaps your dorm room.
( He glances at him and down at their hands, noting the way he seems physically tense. Sunday loosens his grip on him, taking on a more tender approach. )
You should avoid the memory bubbles if you're feeling nervous. I will get them out of the way if they're blocking any entrances.
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[laughing softly, the priest steps forward, pausing only briefly at Sunday's words. The shift of approach isn't missed, and he... very nearly apologises for causing it.]
Thank you. I suppose I am a little out of sorts. Some of it is the memory bubble, but there's also the fact that the last I was here... I was investigating a cult. [alone, originally.] But that would be in an underground area, so it's not like we should stumble on it going this way.
[It's not a lie, but does dismiss all the other things he could be bothered by here. Really, he's not sure if he would rather end up down there anyway or not, either. As they reach the dorm hall, he speaks again. It's not too much further to his room, though it's hard to tell.]
How are you feeling? I've noticed some... lingering discomforts since we awoke here.
[a product of the damned House, no doubt.]
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( The caution is still risen on his voice, half coy half determined. There's this underlying warning about who Sunday is as a man: don't try to fool him or it might not end well. He's polite enough to pass trust onto Olivine since he is the one familiar with the area. Even so, that spark is there in the distance, through Sunday's eyes.
Another thing catches his attention, too. )
A cult... Well, I don't wish to invoke unpleasant memories for you. Nothing good could have come out of that.
( He walks alongside him towards the dorm, he assumes. Maybe his favorite place is in this regarded underground area. A dungeon, maybe? Sunday wonders who exactly he's holding hands with. Someone interesting thus far, surely. His wings are perked and sharply poised, as attentive as he is. )
Ah. Also somewhat disoriented, and my body feels light. As light as those bubbles yet my heart keeps on racing. Do you feel the same?
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[thus far, at least, Olivine doesn't seem at all interested in fooling Sunday. Usually, that's his role to play, not the other person's...
There's an eerie sort of quiet that maintains on the walk. It's... fairly clear that this is not a place meant for such stillness—its wide halls are certainly more suited to the bustle of students between classrooms.]
Yes, something like it, at least. It's... [here he pauses, wondering how to say what he must without coming off like he's expecting or suggesting anything. In the end, he settles on simple, modest honesty.] ... desire, probably. The sort this resort seems apt to force on its captives. It shouldn't be anything to worry about, so long as you're not feeling weakened or dizzy—but if you do, please let me know right away.
[tiresome, the House. But there's another pause as Olivine comes to a stop before a simple, elegant door, matching many they've walked past.]
... I do hope that explanation doesn't make it seem like I have any intentions, given where we are now. I assure you, I would much rather discuss my interest directly than imply it.
[His smile is wan as the priest reaches to pull the door open, privately sort of wondering if this place will see fit to show his simple little room, or perhaps the large water gazing room he's so fond of... or the underground and its cold grey walls, with or without the swath of cultists and their blasphemy. Dream or illusion? Anything feels possible.]
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He can never escape his weakness. )
I take no offense to your desires, it’s important we convey these emotions to prevent the House from winning.
( Yet the the issue is the House always wins, and it already has. The more Sunday ventures this place with him, losing his thoughts between the hallways and Olivine’s gentle voice, he squeezes his hand. He’s honest, so Sunday also lays down his thoughts. They don’t come easy. )
I don’t feel dizzy, but rather heavy and fatigued.
I’ve felt tired the moment I arrived.
( Not the House’s fault. This man hasn’t experienced actual rest in who knows how long. Yet this fatigue might just be the House pushing him to an edge. )
We should not be obliged to participate. These indecent… Hmph.
I haven’t started hallucinating yet, so we may have time. This academy is truly beautiful, though. I appreciate your patience, Olivine.
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Tired seems to come and go, here. But this is one of the... less troubling ways they've gone about getting what they want, I must admit.
... is hallucinating a common issue in places like this?
[that part he asks more concernedly—probably for his companion more than himself. it's left aside for appreciation in the wake of his thanks. and when he continues, he gestures to the... rather unremarkable bed in this comfortable (if small), barely-decorated room. mostly it's full of books and notepads, a handful of writing utensils on every available surface. nerds, man.]
I'm pleased you think so. Perhaps it would be best to sit for a moment, though? I can try to apply some healing magic to see if it helps with your fatigue.
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Instead, he glances over at him to try and figure out if the House is also pushing on these feelings on him as well. Then he studies the surroundings, appropriately messy and scholarly, Sunday moves one of the books and realizes he can’t read the title page. It’s not in any language— but that only proves they’re not in reality. He’s thinking way too hard on this.
Not only is he heavy in the mind but a sweet, heated rush pumping his veins. Time warps. )
In this dream? Who knows what sorts of emotions the House is using to make us feel a certain way or see certain things.
Hm? Well, if it’s not so troubling for you. I would appreciate it. Your touch, ah, it’s soothing.
You’re not experiencing any side effects here?
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Ah, but it's no trouble. Truthfully, I'm always relieved when I can offer some comfort.
[His expression turns a touch wry at the question though, head shaking. Warm hands do reach to rest on a thigh and over a hand, polite despite the inherent intimacy.]
No, I am. It's... [a soft hum.] ... I suppose I'm just use to ignoring the effects. I do feel almost feverish, a little desperate and impulsive. Considering where we are, [why did he even choose his room, he wonders?] it's equally difficult not to make suggestions or... requests of you.
[but—healing. That begins in a slow shift of something at once ethereal and tangible, a soft, sweet scent cradled on warm air. Essence is... complicated, but in healing magic like this, it's simply like a transference of energy. Under normal circumstances it would be faster moving too, brushing away fatigue and dissipating even minor discomforts in broad sweeps. Instead, it's a slow and somewhat more intimate act—mostly because the way he's affected is liable to make desire and impatience bleed into Sunday's senses if he's not careful to curb it.
Of course, resort being what it is, that may be a useless attempt, but he's polite.]