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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!
IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE▷ Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to all this wondrous new property that’s just opened up. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a room, of course. Don’t worry, that’s what the bunk beds are for!

▷ Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a light and breezy linen, patterned with tropical flowers and colorful designs. Some of these robes are more sheer than others. Watch out that the gentle breeze on the beach doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.
THOSE WHO POUND SAND▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or are holding something particularly tasty may find themselves surrounded by these lifeguards out of nowhere. The seagulls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair until they get what they want. Hope you didn’t like your sand castle very much. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards, 2s, and 3s just for the heck of it.

▷ Being new hires and fairly low on the resort staff hierarchy, these troublemakers can be easily chased off by someone of a high enough rank, or an assertive enough presence to pass as one. T-they’re not scared! They just remembered they have a mandatory group cawing session to get to! Buzz off!

FUN IN THE SUN
DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP












What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”

Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.
THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

▷ The signature item at this cookout are the Flamin’ Hop Skewers. Made due to the current overpopulation in the Conservatory, these spicy-sweet — emphasis on the spicy — glazed skewers temporarily grant those who consume them the soul of a rabbit, including their insatiable desire to mate. Any rabbits that resort-goers have formed an attachment with have not been culled, so don’t worry about your precious buns!

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.
A SHOW OF STRENGTH▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

▷ The goal is to smash the watermelon the staff give you until the succulent red fruit inside is splattered all across the tarp, perfect for falling comically into or... eating, if you’re into that. The rules are that you must use your buttocks to do so, and you only get two tries. Successfully cracking open the watermelon on the first try will earn characters a large payout, and if it’s on the second try, a medium payout.

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.
DAYDREAM PARASOLS▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

▷ While asleep, characters will discover they’re sharing a dream with their umbrella-mate. The dream is always set on the same beach as the waking world, but there are floating clouds and sparkles in a range of pastel colors. Other beachgoers are faceless, if not entirely absent. It’s just the two of you.

▷ Anything the characters think of can drift in and out of the dreamscape, including but not limited to items from home, scary monsters to dramatically rescue your partner from, and strange abilities to fly or float through the air. However, characters will also be at full suit activation in the dream. Once both characters orgasm or they naturally wake up from their naps, they’ll find things are entirely back to normal, as much as they ever are in the resort.

NOTES
▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.

▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.

▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!

▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.




TWINKLING CURRENTS
THE PARTY NEVER STOPS












As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.

Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.
SWIM UP TO THE BAR▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

HOLDING ON TO SUMMER. This cocktail brings seaberry-gin, limoncello, white crème de cacao, and freshly squeezed lemon juice over pebbled ice, wrapping you in decadent flavors accenting the season. Drinking this cocktail can cause you to be overcome with the desire to lean back and sink into the ocean itself, but fret not! It also grants you the wonderful ability to breathe underwater, no gills required! And it’s topped with a yummy little ball of white chocolate.

MANGO STAR. A delightfully bright drink in a highball glass, the combination of elderflower rose syrup and seaberry-gin floats a summery pink over the orange mixture of mango juice, lime juice and honey syrup on the bottom. On top are two cute little stars cut out of mango, accented with mint leaves. Guests who drink this cocktail report some confusion in the identity of other guests, as just one drink is enough to shift perception of others. Other characters may appear to be different guests of the resort, or familiar faces from home.

SEABERRY FLORADORA. This is a vibrant cocktail made of seaberry-gin, ginger beer, lime juice and raspberry syrup, highlighted by floral ice cubes and edible flowers. Despite its bright pink color indicating a level of cheerfulness for the summer, this flavorful cocktail causes guests to be quickly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. The longer this sensation goes on, the more guests will try to seek out company to aid in the ache, even if it means appearing quite desperate in the process. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

BLACKBERRY ROSEMARY GIMLET. Blackberries, rosemary sprigs, simple syrup, and a combination of seaberry-gin and lime juice make this aromatic cocktail. It’s double strained over ice and garnished with a blackberry on a pick, giving it a regal appearance. Drinking this cocktail causes obsessive and possessive behavior, however — sometimes to extreme levels. Should your partner choose this cocktail to drink, you may not want to mention anything that could make them jealous. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!
ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

A fireworks show is held every night, from 10PM until 1AM. The noises are just loud enough to block out a whispered confession timed correctly, but aren’t quite enough to inhibit conversation. Most of the fireworks are from a design series known as Matteo’s Masterpieces, and range from the standard burst to abstract shapes to... well, you know. Unlike the sloppy doodles found in the margins of books while Swan Lake was decaying, all of the boobs and dicks blasted across the sky are very well rendered. For fireworks.

SANDY SCAVENGING
A GAME OF BEACHES












It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!
SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down and then publicly spanked by a SEAGULL LIFEGUARD.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

  • 1. Collect one unfinished drink.

  • 2. Collect two kisses.

  • 3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

  • 4. Collect four sets of sandals.

  • 5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

  • SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Naked Yolk Kink Vouchers and an extra-large payout. Winners will also be given a limited edition WINNER pin. Any guests wearing a WINNER pin will be treated as kings and queens of the beach, and be permitted to command any other guests as they see fit.

    Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down, stripped, and then strapped into the fuck pillory by our SEAGULL LIFEGUARDS. Losers will be free game for other guests to use for their pleasure.

    Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

  • 1. Collect one cup of cum.

  • 2. Collect two bite marks.

  • 3. Collect three pubic hairs.

  • 4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

  • 5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.


  • NOTES
    ▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.




    INTO THE DEPTHS
    IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE












    Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!

    Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.
    TUMBLING DOWN▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

    ▷ Feel free to make up any sort of vehicle rentals in general, as long as they’re reasonable in size — they should be able to accommodate 1-2 characters at most. A waverider would be okay, but a yacht would not.

    ▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.
    A RISING FLOOD▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

    ▷ Characters living in the rank 2, 3, and 4 suites may notice that in addition to having leaks in the hallway, their own rooms are also flooding. This can range anywhere from a constant, unpleasantly damp floor, to having an entire cascade of water blow them and any other unsuspecting guests down several hallways the moment their door is opened. Life vests are recommended.

    ▷ The flooding will intensify as the event goes on, culminating in some of the maintenance levels being entirely underwater towards the end of the event. Once the event is over, the flooding will recede within about a day, leaving only a few water stains here and there as evidence of their presence.

    NOTES
    ▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.

    ▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.




    OOC NOTES

    INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

    BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality

    ▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.

    ▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.

    ▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

    ▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

    ▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!

    ▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

    ▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

    ▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

    ▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.

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    massochism: (olivine116)

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    [personal profile] massochism 2024-06-24 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
    [that's—that's certainly a sign. by now, Olivine has helped people with a couple of people's scavenger hunt needs to wonder if it's related. and that alone, at least, seems to draw him forward. (actually no, it's more to do with the firebreathing, because he's heard of people who do that, but he's never seen them.)

    anyway, the one thing that Olivine most certainly knows by now is that if he doesn't ask, he'll never know. so, hand resting over the chest of his mesh shirt, he approaches with his usual warm smile.]


    Excuse me, might I ask for a little more information on what you're actually looking for, sir? Is it for one of the resort's games?

    [he also probably does not know what busking actually is??? but he can guess based on the earlier display and all, amid his experience with street performers.]
    molotovmoustache: (pic#17254521)

    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-06-27 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    (omg I adore Olivine. That's my guy!!! I've been so excited to get to this!)

    [The last licks of flame die down as Olivine approaches. The fire Baptiste had breathed life into fades, only to reveal in their absence the figure of a new bystander. Baptiste's intense blue eyes meet with this stranger's. A warm amusement is painted on his features as he straightens his posture before he offers an overexaggerated bow.

    Boisterous motions to compliment his audacity, you see.]


    My, my! Here it is, my job to entertain - and yet someone fair comes to offer me something I seek. [This is said in earnest amusement as he rises once again. He reaches up to poke his own, scarred chin with a finger as he muses before he snaps his fingers and quickly offers Olivine his other hand.]

    [In this offered hand, Baptiste turns his wrist to reveal his watch - and the instructions that would confirm this was indeed a part of one of the resort's games. The HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT to be exact.]

    I would guess I've been picked. Or perhaps coerced. Collect these things or face something called a fuck pillory. It has certainly been an interesting start to my day, to say the least!

    [Baptiste offers a smile as his own gaze begins to take notes for his own, personal observations. That warm smile seemed to show no fangs or threat... though the man gets a little distracted when it comes to Olivine's physique. The mesh shirt was a very good choice, indeed.]

    So, you've caught me in the throes of collection! Though why do you ask? Would it be that you'd want to help? [His tone shifts as he leans in closer as his teeth cuts his smile into something more mischievous.]
    massochism: (olivine064)

    [personal profile] massochism 2024-06-28 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
    (hehe, I'm happy to provide! I hope I do the goodest boy justice)

    [bright green meets intense blue, and he's taken... only a little aback by the showmanship and exaggeration. this man certainly lacks not a shred of audacity, indeed.

    he reminds him of some of the idol groups from those years ago, boisterous and entertaining in a way he doesn't think he ever could be. someone fair, he says, and it turns that smile a little more shy. Olivine is... getting more used to such assertions, but it's still embarrassing sometimes. delicate fingers take his proffered wrist to take a look.

    it doesn't take much more than a glance at the Watch to understand what's going on—as expected, the resort continues to take no prisoners, as it were. well, or tries to take prisoners, maybe? anyway. the priest releases him then, humming softly.]


    I see. It's... certainly more like coercion here, more often than not. I'm glad it doesn't seem to have dampened your spirit any, though—and the pillory is more or less exactly what it sounds like.

    [Baptiste's gaze doesn't seem to bother him too much either, and he's soothed more by a returned smile. if he didn't want to be looked at, he... probably would have chosen a different outfit. probably.]

    Oh— [he's about to answer when the taller man leans in closer, eyes widening just a touch. there's no fear there, just a touch of surprise in his gaze. should he be surprised? doesn't matter. then his eyes squeeze closed with the following smile, just briefly.] I would be happy to assist however I can, yes. Have you collected any of them yet?
    molotovmoustache: (pic#17254531)

    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-06-29 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    [To pin Baptiste as a personality who would've thrived in the midst of an idol group is not far off at all. He is sustained by attention and the insatiable need to entertain. It was a sure way to ease others of their burdens.]

    [Olivine's smile turns a bit shy - though this shyness doesn't seem to come from the contents of the list itself. Curious. Usually someone with such a demeanor would grow a bit flustered when faced with the realities of collecting cum, fuck pillories, or nudes... Baptiste is content to keep this observation in his back pocket for now.]

    My spirit will keep burning, so there's no dampening it. [This reassurance is offered with such confidence that it mirrors someone saying the sky was blue or the grass was green. It was an undeniable fact. His spirit would burn until there was nothing left.]

    [The surprise in that gaze feeds a sense of satisfaction in Baptiste's heart. It only grows more content when surprise fades into a smile.]

    I have collected a few! The swim bottoms have been the easiest- [His head tilts to motion towards the sign he'd made.] I got the bite marks out of the way. A few pubes... [A pause. As if he were simply relaying what he had remembered to get at the grocery.] I've been working on the cup of cum... [He trails off, gaze slipping down Olivine's body for a moment before returning to meet his face.]

    That's been harder than you'd think- But... maybe you'd make a good nude model? Well. I know you'd make for a good nude.
    massochism: (♪Into my head)

    [personal profile] massochism 2024-06-30 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    [were he not to keep that observation in his back pocket, he'd receive a fair bit of information in turn—but then, there's no rush for that. right now, he's just glad to hear that Baptiste is comfortable even under these tumultuous circumstances. more and more, he's been finding that's not always the case.]

    I can believe that. It will suit you well here.

    [that, he truly believes. of course a lot of it is natural—someone able to roll with any situation is categorically more prepared than someone who can't—but there's also just... the particular reality of this situation. If nothing else, it seems to be a draw for the priest in how confident he seems in every movement. How enviable.

    for that fact too, he's not surprised that the other man has collected so much. the sign is clearly helpful, and it really is a bit silly how much variance there is in the difficulty of the required items.]


    I can't imagine it would be easy, if they mean it to be full...

    [although he knows full well that's definitely a possibility with a single partner here, logical or not. He speaks, perhaps, to belay the surprise he still feels (occasionally) at being ogled so plainly.

    All things considered, it's perhaps the most innocent request of the lot, maybe next to the swim bottoms. And honestly, even if he hadn't helped out with it before, it's something that's so easily within his nature that he thinks he would only hesitate briefly even if more people knew of him.]


    Ah... you flatter me, truly. But I can help with that, yes. Do you... have a location in mind? I must confess I have no idea what makes for good scenery for this.
    molotovmoustache: (pic#17254520)

    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-07-03 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
    It's not flattery. I mean every word. [It shouldn't be surprising that this is uttered with the same confidence as anything else Baptiste has said thus far. He means it, not matter how confounding that blunt honesty may be for others.] So if this goes well... well, maybe we can see if you feel like helping me with anything else on the list, huh?

    [Baptiste offers his hand to Olivine, happy to take the lead when it came to location and logistics for this 'shoot.'] As for location... I've got a few ideas. Let's see... do you want to be modestly alluring? Or do we want to go more cheeky and slutty?

    [Another testament to just how willing to 'roll with it' Baptiste has been. Sure, he wasn't exactly well-versed in the creation of soft porn - but he was a performer. A love of costumes, scenarios, and entertainment couldn't be dampened even by the more risque foundation this place seemed to rest upon. Baptiste would fake it until he made it. That's all.]
    massochism: (olivine116)

    [personal profile] massochism 2024-07-05 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [it's definitely not surprising, but it makes Olivine dip his head anyway, briefly shy at the earnest compliments. that's something he's gotten no closer to actually rolling with, no matter how often he's heard it now.]

    I'm sure we can discuss it more when we've finished the first part.

    [he does wonder if the same person could help with more than one part of the list, but... well, they'll just have to see, won't they? it isn't like there's no benefit to discussing more, anyway. when he takes Baptiste's proffered hand, his own is quite warm—as always, of course.]

    Oh, I... I don't know? I suppose I'd probably be better at something more modest... I've not really tried either very often, to be honest.

    [Olivine may not have the well of confidence of someone like Baptiste, but he does pride himself on his ability to be relatively unflappable by now. mostly.]

    I'll trust in your vision, so please, lead the way.
    molotovmoustache: (pic#17254531)

    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-07-05 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Could the same person help with more than one part of the list? It was a question Baptiste had briefly asked himself - before hoping that surely the game's arbiter wouldn't be able to pick out if the same person who gave him a hair of help was also a um contributor to his ongoing cup.

    The rules had stated as long as it wasn't Baptiste's it was fair game. And, well...

    Baptiste didn't want to think of the alternative if that didn't count. So instead? Again. We fake it until we make it, mon cher!]


    You've not tried either? Really? [As Baptiste leads Olivine towards one of the beach chairs. A pleasant, striped fabric that has been steadily heated by the onslaught of the sun... It even had a little pillow attached near the top! He stops before gesturing.]

    Well then, I'll make sure this is a good first time. Your lounging awaits, oh Modest one. You undress. Um. You can use my robe to cover yourself until I get back but- Get comfortable! I'm just getting a prop for you and then we will be in business, huh?

    [Baptiste winks. Before truly getting the full okay from Olivine - he's already begun to shrug off his sheer robe. He tosses it to the man before he turns to abruptly run for one of the food stalls.

    He has a vision.]
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    [personal profile] massochism 2024-07-07 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
    Really. Is it that surprising?

    [He doesn't think he looks the type to have experience in this—he's wrong, granted. Anyway, Baptiste leads him to the beach chair, warm and scenic.]

    Ah, I could just—

    [drape his clothes over himself??? But the other is already shrugging the robe off and tossing it to him, dashing off long before he can finish the statement.

    This is most definitely an unusual meeting, goodness. Shaking his head, Olivine slips out of his clothes, eyes darting to the surroundings because he still can't imagine just... being naked in front of a ton of people. Luckily it seems there aren't so many, at least right now, so he won't end up squirming too much before settling into the chair and situating the robe over his hips.

    It still feels a little embarrassing, sitting on this beach chair with his piercings on full display, gold chains interspersed with green and pale yellow gems decorating the expanse of a well-muscled torso... waiting for a man Olivine abruptly realises he doesn't even know the name of. And with that thought, he does find himself quietly wondering at the showman's plan.]
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    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-07-08 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Why drape clothes over yourself when you could drape a stranger's clothes over you? There is certainly no shortage of "adventurous" spirit here, Olivine - so an unusual meeting is only a promising one in Baptiste's eyes.

    In fact, so promising that Baptiste seems tickled when he returns with one less food voucher but a tall, icy drink in a hurricane cup. A yellow cocktail with a gentle spruce of green mint at the top for freshness - Baptiste glances to the drink he chose and then to the glimmering gems that lined that body.

    A compliment of color he hadn't fully expected, but is happy to credit his artistic soul.

    The way the sun dances over that body jewelry is distracting in every sense. A glimmer that invited a wandering gaze to truly take in the beautiful body below.]


    You look divine without my help, you know.

    [Then Baptiste glances to the dollop of whipped cream at the top of the drink before he glances back to Olivine.]

    But you'll look like a sweet temptation with my help. It'll be a bit cold - but I was going to have you hold this. And then put a little bit of this whipped cream on your chest. Like you dropped just a little bit of it and may need help licking it up...

    [Was Baptiste directing a nude shoot or a pin-up shoot? Who was to say it couldn't be both?]
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    [personal profile] massochism 2024-07-09 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
    [an act of artistic vision or providence, it doesn't really matter much. The priest shifts to peer up at the taller man, cheeks heating up between the other's gaze and plain compliments.]

    I'm thankful that you think so.

    [but then he continues and Olivine... well, blinks up at him a little owlishly, head tilting before the tiniest flicker of something like faint confidence twitches at the edge of his lips.]

    Ah—if you say so, it's your work after all. But I may need some assistance to get your desired ideal. I've never done something like this before.

    [He does reach to take the glass at least, the other hand lifting is borrowed robe. Now for the awkward part.]
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    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-07-11 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Baptiste catches his head tilting - mimicking the head tilt he had received. His brows furrow momentarily as he catches a look he can't quite place...

    He'll stick it in his pocket for later.

    Instead he hands Olivine a tall glass that was already dripping in condensation. When one of those drops falls right onto a nipple piercing, it doesn't escape Baptiste's notice. His eyes linger perhaps too long on the little bead of water that glitters along with the gold that hangs there.

    He clears his throat, eyes moving only to catch that Olivine was already beginning to disrobe. It was showtime then. No time to gawk! Oh, but he wanted to gawk.]


    Do not worry about a thing. I think you'll be a natural at it. [Baptiste smiles down at the other. Another wink.]

    [Baptiste takes the cold spoon out of the frozen drink. He scoops out some of the whipped cream before crouching down next to Olivine. Taking inspiration from the condensation, Baptiste tilts the spoon to deposit the splatter of whipped cream.

    Directly onto Olivine's skin. The whipped cream is not left to organically 'drop' - instead the man traces a more artistic interpretation of how this dripping liquid should sit.

    Not only is the soft, sticky deposit of cream practically painted onto his chest - but the edge of the spoon itself is freezing. It traces over the dips of Olivine's chest but then also crosses over his nipple, the cold metal of a the spoon coming into contact with the cold metal of the piercing.]
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    [personal profile] massochism 2024-07-12 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
    [The droplet certainly doesn't pass without reaction from the priest, either. It's cold, after all, against skin and gently warmed metal; only natural that Olivine shivers faintly, gooseflesh rising over pale skin. ah... it's only at this moment that he realises just what a mess he's about to be in, given Baptiste's given intention.]

    If you think so—oh—

    [He really needs to take a moment before speaking sometimes. It would at least have prevented the absolutely wanton sound that escapes him as cold cream tips onto warm skin...

    The other doesn't give him much time to think about that either. A sticky layer of white slips over skin, cold enough on its own—but almost negligible when the half-frozen spoon drags over the curves of his flesh and taps against a nipple.]


    Wait—that's—

    [Fuck, it's so nice. Olivine's face betrays his words as much as his body does, as the nub hardens against its rapidly cooled piercing. A hand reaches to do something, perhaps to stop this before he falls too deeply into his own desire...

    ... unfortunately for Olivine, he's still holding an ice cold drink, and his thoughts aren't on trivial matters like keeping it upright. So, alongside a smattering of condensation that shakes free to dot milky skin, some of the drink itself follows suit, running down the curves of his torso to circle his gemstone before trailing ever downward. And the sound he makes? Well, as distressed as it may be, it isn't one of protest by any means. Whoops!]
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    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-07-20 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
    [While Olivine's initial, lewd moan is heard, it hadn't deterred Baptiste from his artistic vision. Truthfully, it only encouraged him that he had gone in the right direction.

    It isn't under the spoon comes in contact with the other's piercing that Baptiste's impish gaze flickers upward. A glimpse of a beautiful man on the precipice of coming undone...

    And then. Well. Olivine did come undone a little bit, now didn't he? The drinks spills on pale skin - leaving an icy trail that dips lower... and lower... and--

    This was his chance. The color that came to Olivine's face. The way those lips parted in a cry of surprise and yet... pleasure? It was far more salacious than the posed photo Baptiste had originally planned for.

    So he raises the device at his wrist. The freezing spoon he'd been holding drops into the other man's lap, slipping over his thigh. The prop is forgotten completely ad Baptiste stands in preparation to get his shot-

    It's almost perfect. And Baptiste knows the final touch needed. His hand grabs at Olivine's chin and turns the man's face upward as he looked down at the other. His grip is firm at the other man's jaw - one fingertip reaching to trace at the corner of Olivine's mouth.

    Click.

    The photo snaps. Baptiste's hand capturing Olivine's flustered face. A mess of cream - and yet the trail of frozen drink down past that naval gemstone and creating a treasure trail all of his own.

    Baptiste had his nude! Triumph crosses the man's features as he returns to lock eyes with the aroused man below him. His gaze contains all the warmth of the sun in that moment - a harsh contrast to the cold drink that had taken to caressing Olivine's body.

    Instead of letting go of Olivine's jaw, Baptiste instead leans forward to capture the man's lips in a kiss. A gesture of gratitude. Of relief. Of pure excitement as his warm mouth moves against that mouth that had moments ago let out a cry.]
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    [personal profile] massochism 2024-07-24 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
    [It all happens so fast, and still it feels like an age from one step to the next. From the drift of cold ice to the spoon padding onto this thigh only to slip down, to the inimitable heat of Baptiste's hand as fingers grasp his chin and see his lips part.

    Lashes low, the priest can't help but shiver at the juxtaposition, less still the realisation of how... deliberate this must look in the photo. Warmth fills him nonetheless as he now peers upward into that gaze, recognition flickering there in the moments before the taller man leans in.

    Warmth floods his senses as Olivine's eyes close, one hand rising to curl over a shoulder as he returns the gesture. Spontaneous. Exciting. Curious but still shy, his tongue drifts to brush soft lips, a sigh escaping to ghost alongside his pierced tongue.]
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    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-07-28 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    [A pierced tongue greets him, and Baptiste has to wonder just how wild the man before him is underneath a prim façade. From nipple piercings to such an indulgent reaction to... this?

    Baptiste smiles against the kiss. His tongue eager to greet the hardware he finds embedded in the tongue that had been bold enough to emerge. His own eyes close as his teeth graze Olivine's tongue. A gentle click of metal against enamel as Baptiste is gentle with his initial attentions towards that tongue piercing. He'd never encountered someone with one - so he tests the waters of what physicality it can take.

    As his tongue presses forward to trace along Olivine's teeth, Baptiste's hand raises to brush some of the still-cool whipped cream away from the bud of the other man's nipple. A soft graze of warmth to overtake the sticky cool that had rested there before. The chilled metal under his finger brings him pause.

    Before the pad of this thumb runs over it. An motion that gives the slightest tug to the chains interconnected with the jewelry he toys with...

    Then he pauses. Breaking the entanglement of tongues to look gaze at the smaller man sprawled before him.]


    Should I help you clean up? [Innocent words are laced with an impure intent. Playful. Cheeky. Yet undeniably salacious - even in the perspective of strangers who have yet to exchange names.]
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    [personal profile] massochism 2024-07-29 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [he's quite adept with that piercing, though careful when Baptiste's teeth clack against its surface. over the past six months he's come to quite adore the new addition, and having someone tease it is always a pleasant time.

    cool draws away from his skin and is replaced with the pleasant heat of skin, a dizzy groan escaping his lips as it pauses over a metal-clad nipple. and then—and then his thumb runs over it, jingling chains and seeing the priest's hand raise to rest on Baptiste's shoulder, trembling faintly. he really is too sensitive sometimes...]


    Ah... [it takes him a second to respond properly, tongue feeling over slightly swollen lips. there's a chance Baptiste could truly be asking innocently—his tone doesn't suggest it though, so Olivine eschews any worry at all.] Yes... please. That was... more messy than I expected.

    [not to mention he's currently just getting more and more turned on, even if not so long ago being so exposed in such a public place would risk making him panic.]
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    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-08-08 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
    [A trembling acceptance - yet Baptiste recognizes the source of the shudder: anticipation. Anticipation that made its home in flushed skin and wavering breaths. And who would he be if he didn't relish in such a feeling?]

    More messy than you expected? And here I thought you may have spilled that drink on purpose after the reaction the whipped cream got...

    [The blond shifts to press a playful kiss to Olivine's jaw. His neck. A trail of butterfly kisses that relish at the heat his bruised lips meet with each new peck. It is a steady, bold procession until his mouth finds the nipple he'd smeared whipped cream across earlier.

    The show he gives the man is intentional. Glancing upward, through lashes as his tongue swirls over a nub already hardened thanks to the temperature teasing from earlier. Each movement he makes is meant to be seen - a sultry show just for the man who had so sweetly offered him a nude. Teeth graze over sensitive flesh before a hot, wet mouth overtakes it and suckles. The sweet taste of cream mixes with a tang of sweat from skin that had been kiss by the sun. A delectable offering that Baptiste hungrily pays tribute to.

    His free hand shifts to toy with the other nipple - purposeful in the movement so as to pull jewelry taut.]
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    [personal profile] massochism 2024-08-08 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
    Not at all. I was distrac—ah—

    [just as distracted as he is now, as Baptiste's mouth presses to his jaw, his neck. trails down over heated skin and proceeds down past the pounding of his heart.

    watching is more difficult than one might expect, but Olivine is a sensitive man in entirely too many ways. he makes an effort, mind, but there's a dizzy glaze to his expression when teeth brush flesh, chased by the heat of his mouth. the taste of sweet cream and salt mixes with the priest's milky scent, and fingers move to thread into blond locks to knead encouragingly.

    he jolts bodily when deft fingers pull at his jewelry, a sharp exhale escaping him.]


    Wait—

    [he doesn't want him to wait. it's the last thing he wants, in fact, based on the way his fingers curl and his back arches, chasing that sensation with the desperation of a starving man. by some miracle, he's managed to free his other hand (that "miracle" may just be that it's been discarded, forgotten like the spoon still pressing into the outside of a thigh) enough to curl it around the chair, bracing his weight on it.

    it's only in this moment that it occurs to him that they haven't even introduced themselves. his mind comes up empty for something to call the man, so instead he stammers something half-incomprehensible. possibly related to 'Oh, God," but the jury is out on that one.]
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    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-08-16 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
    [The man urges Baptiste to wait, yet his body jumps as if he were touch-starved. Baptiste's eyes flicker upward before he shifts his head. A taunting compliance with the other's plea - though his drags his tongue hard over the piercing. It's a purposefully slow movement, the tip of his tongue tugging at the metalwork embedded in the priest's nipple before it finally disconnects.

    The cool air will catch the abandoned fruit as Baptiste's tongue instead licks at the bottom of his own lip. His own poise is not unlike a lion waiting to pounce upon its prey, finding satisfaction in that plea to a heavenly body above. His own arousal begins to awaken - especially as his fingers continue to lavish the other nipple with affections that tease the chains.]


    Hmmm... What was that, mon cher? [His tone is husky, teasing as he pushes to see just what sort of reaction he may get now. Idly toying with the man who so clearly needed more.

    Unfortunately, the trembling desire of the other's body made him an increasingly attractive man to tease. Sure, Baptiste still had yet to know the name of this man - yet this beautiful body promised to yield much more insight than any name every could.]
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    [personal profile] massochism 2024-08-17 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [tugged between the sweet agony of his teasing and the equally sweet agony of his compliance, Olivine has to metaphorically hold on (physically, of course, he's also still holding on). it's almost predatory, pleasantly so, as tongue abandons flesh and leaves the air to caress it instead.

    more still, he's not left completely alone, and so it's impossible to wind down. he speaks, tone husky and drawing him right back into his grasp...]


    Haah... nothing... it's just... sensitive... [he's not dumb enough to think Baptiste doesn't know what he's doing, of course. especially as he asks it that way, while still teasing him into a practical puddle.]
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    [personal profile] molotovmoustache 2024-08-19 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    Nothing?

    [Baptiste's echo of the other's sentiment is smooth, silky. A façade of feigned innocence as his fingers finally pull away from the nipple they've coaxed to attention. His eyes linger on the hardened peaks. The lingering taste of milky skin, sweat, and cream in Baptiste's mouth nearly drives him to return. To tease poor Olivine's sensitive chest to test just how long it would take before the man couldn't help but beg for more...

    Yes his fingers find something much more promising to trace. He follows the curves and lines of muscle. A traced fingernail under Olivine's pectoral and down his side. Surveying each line down the side of the man's abdomen before his touch dips further. A curious touch to the gem embedded in the man's navel - and a pause as Baptiste realizes that doesn't seem to be jewelry. He blinks. Traces another teasing touch just below it.]


    Very well then~ I shouldn't keep you waiting then.

    [Inch by inch - and yet just as he begins to dip beyond hip bone, Baptiste's mouth returns to work its reverence. Though instead of sucking a nipple back between his lips, he finds himself going for the chain. A metallic taste fills his mouth. The side of his mouth quirks in amusement before he tugs his head backward and takes the chain with him.

    Just as he pulls this chain playfully taut, his other hand slips to cup at the other's arousal.]
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    [personal profile] massochism 2024-08-21 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
    Yes—mmnh.

    [His chest rises and falls with every breath, chains faintly glimmering in the parasol-muted light. It's embarrassing, the way his gaze lingers, and yet that seems to have the perfect effect on him.

    But his embarrassment is waylaid by the brush of fingers dipping over planes and curves. It draws his attention back to his own body, to the way he wants for more with every inch traversed. Baptiste touches the gemstone and he actually jolts, biting back his moan when that touch draws down just beneath it. Indeed, there seems to be nothing piercing-like at all regarding that.

    He would explain if he was able to think past the unbearably sweet addiction of the other's attention. But he speaks and Olivine's lips part to respond only to be caught in a trembling oh as fingers dip down and teeth close to tug chains in time with the shift of his head.]


    Nnghaah—!! Oh, God...

    [hips rise as the chains pull taut, his cock throbbing in the warmth of the other's grasp. Fingers tangle in soft hair as his brows furrow, and his hips tremble sweetly. An unmistakably positive reaction, to be sure.]
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