TDM 04

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.

Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】

BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT

As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

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

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

▷ Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.

THOSE WHO POUND SAND

▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

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

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

FUN IN THE SUN

DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

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

Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

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

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.

A SHOW OF STRENGTH

▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

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

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.

DAYDREAM PARASOLS

▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

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

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

NOTES

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

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

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

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

TWINKLING CURRENTS

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS

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

Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.

SWIM UP TO THE BAR

▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

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

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

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

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

▷ JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

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

SANDY SCAVENGING

A GAME OF BEACHES

It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

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

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

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)

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

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

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

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

NOTES

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

INTO THE DEPTHS

IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE

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

Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.

TUMBLING DOWN

▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

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

▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.

A RISING FLOOD

▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

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

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

NOTES

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

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

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OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[blastedass]

I'm not going to blow up, you idiot! [Not again at least... fuck. This isn't the best kind of day to happen after fucking heart surgery. But he's handling it. This damn hotel probably helped in some regards as well, considering the damage he would've arrived here with otherwise. Bakugo pulls another face at Esikko's "attractive" persistence.] They have shit taste then.

[Yeah, there's an undeniable truth that the guy's offering more help than hindrance, even if it comes in waves that rankle his patience. Trying to get more information out of him without stepping on another erotic landmine is a chore; he doesn't wanna see Esikko's cheeky ass smile before the guy drops another lewd bomb in his lap!]

Tch. They really went all in on the casino aspect. [Couldn't have been hanafuda cards suits, huh. Bakugo glances at his Watch, though his eyes flick across his hand and arm as if he might be able to spot some secret symbol appearing somewhere.] What if I skip the check in?

[Can't throw him into the game if he's never considered a "guest" in the first place! HA! ... Though considering he already woke up here and they treated him as a "guest" when he came out of the room, it's little more than a growling question of ego than a real protest. Bakugo doesn't ask about the rank, since some games treat the lower cards as the high cards and vice versa. The Ace is sometimes the all-powerful best, and sometimes nothing more than a measly one.]

Collect cards? [All of a sudden, a lot of things fall into place regarding the game and half of it abruptly ignites a challenge he can see... while the other half twists his stomach in pure revulsion at the potential requirements. FUCK!! Seriously?! That's what they're reduced to?! FOR A SHITTY LITTLE GAME?!] Dammit! I'm gonna wish this fucking place never existed!

[Right. Cause that'll work.]

[loosestrifes]

( Esikko laughs, a light and gentle thing he normally doesn't get to experience. It's just that even if Bakugo is suffering, he's so heated about it, so loud, so angry, so yelly. In a way, it's almost refreshing. As someone with a hot temper himself, in certain topics, to have someone with even more of a fuse is amusing. Cute, in a way, even? )

I wish I had your optimism. Unfortunately, the check in will happen regardless, as you'll wake up. You should be glad you didn't wake up in wedding attire like I did, married to someone you wished you weren't. The time that I arrived, everyone else showed up just like that, paired off and given rings.

( That he is, notably, not wearing. He threw his somewhere and he can't be bothered to remember where. )

Next, if you wished for that, then there wouldn't be a wish you could make in the first place, either cancelling it out or creating some sort of paradox. You'll have to save your wish for freeing yourself, I suppose.

( Now, with his scarred hand pressing into the sandy stretch of beach between them, he leans in, voice a little quieter. For Bakugo's sake, not his own. )

I'm in a rather patient mood today, since this scenery here is unique to me and not so unpleasant, so I'm going to give you one more chance. I can help you, in whatever way you'd like, without an utterance of any teases... Or I could leave you to squirm around alone on the beach and get hassled by who knows who else. There are others eating that meat, and they're going to be far less able to hold back than you are, you know.

[blastedass]

[He better laugh carefully or that sound's gonna be the last thing he hears before getting an explosion to the face! Bakugo's blown people up for less than that! Dammit, why does this guy have to simultaneously give him good enough information he can't kill him and vex him to no end while doing it?! It makes the other issue going on right now even worse.]

WHAT THE FUCK?! [Gross! Esikko gets a brief point for that one because Bakugo is instantly relieved he woke up in a perverted beach party rather than a shitty forced wedding! His fingers tighten on his upper arms and he grits his teeth in a scowl as the thoughts quickly swarm as uncomfortable as those damn lifeguards. Finally, a silver lining. And no, Bakugo does not look for Esikko's ring. He figures the guy ditched it.] This place is insane.

Tch! [Yeah, he figured that would create a paradox, but only clicks his tongue in annoyance when it's pointed out to him. Despite his anger, he was being half-serious, half-facetious about that wish.] Then I'll wish for this place to grow a fucking allergy to kidnapped people.

[There, that takes care of both aspects. It has to get rid of the kidnapped people it does have, and then can't get anymore or else it'll puke all over the place! Or break out in hives. Whatever allergy it gets. Make it a bad one... Unfortunately, Esikko has to bring up the proverbial rabbit in the room. It's as much a warning as it is a brokered deal. For a while, he's quiet, weighing his options and everything he's heard. Ultimately, a resigned growl rumbles in his throat. Fuck or die, right?]

I'm not doing shit out here. [And makes to get up off the sand.] We can go back to the damn room.

[loosestrifes]

( An allergy to kidnapped people... It's interesting, how endearing that is. How he's never been around the sort of late teen attitude that Bakugo radiates, never had the friends, never had acquaintances who would dare to call him anything other than a title or some full name. Maybe that's what makes it so appealing, to stay in his company? That he's not afraid to say (or yell, really) just about anything. That he's so stubborn, so aggressive, but that he's clearly still so shy. Too shy to commit to much of anything without constant pestering, too shy to agree to anything in public, too shy to admit to wanting or needing help at all.

Esikko smiles to himself, again, as he pushes against the sand to stand. We, he said, after all— and that means his offer was accepted. )

Sure. ( Easy, agreeable, he gives a calm response, folding his arms behind his back once he can fall into step beside him. )

One of those cute little, what was it, "bungalows?" Is that where you've been temporarily assigned?

[blastedass]

[Damn right it's creative! That leaves it an out to bring in people who AREN'T kidnapped, aka: people who get invited and come along willingly. With a checkout option if wanted. Or maybe the invite's permanent. Who fucking knows. So long as it's willing participation, then future "players" can make their own wishes to get out of the proverbial contract.

Anyways, glad he's making such a positive impact on this guy. Bakugo finds Esikko more annoying than he'd usually tolerate, but also too helpful to bury up to his ankles in the damn sand. He has to make do with a damn compromise to himself. Learning more about this place is more important than blowing up someone who offers that information in bratty doses. It bothers him the guy's been banking on this the entire time, though even his own anger can't deny the embarrassing reality Esikko's honestly offering to help him get out of this pressing issue. It's the main reason why Bakugo angrily capitulates to the agreement and stands.

All he has to do is think about it in a distanced mindset. It's just... jerking off. That's all. It's not like maybe he and Eijirou wouldn't have possibly tried it out at some point in time back home. They were young, in the same dorm, he spent time with his best friend over there, maybe one day they might have tried it out, who the fuck knows- Just think of it like that!

Bakugo keeps his eyes ahead of him, arms by his side and hands shoved into the pockets of his boardshorts. Better than that damn makeshift sarong from the robe earlier.] Yeah. It had four beds in it, but no one else was in my room.

[loosestrifes]

How lucky for you. Most of them are overflowing with new faces. Some of them have even shoved some of the older faces in, I think, for the fun of it.

( Not him, though. And maybe that's one thing he should be grateful for, being such a low rank. As they walk, his eyes focus down on the sand occasionally, watching the way it runs over his feet, sandals and all. It still feels so strange, to be on a "beach" like this, rather than the cliffs and icy waters he's used to. To hear the roaring of waves and not feel like it's something threatening. )

The way it normally works is for a card to pop up on your Watch the moment the deed is done. But as a "Wildcard," right now, the reward will be delayed until you're assigned.

( He feels like he needs to clarify this, so he's not called a liar. )

[blastedass]

I didn't ask to be put anywhere, dammit! That's what I woke up in!

[No idea what'll happen tomorrow, but all he knows right now is the room was empty when he woke up and left. If there are others in the room in the morning, he'll... deal with them then. So long as this place doesn't decide to shove someone into the bed with him. Then they're going to have a very rude, loud, explosive awakening.

Bakugo glances to the side as they walk, eyes lingering on the sea rolling into the shore. This looks so real even though he knows it's fake. No matter the pleasantries and distractions provided, a gilded cage is still a cage. How many people here have forgotten that? Or just no longer care... He'll never wind up that way.]

So the Watch tracks the cards. And each person has a rank. Duplicates probably don't count towards your full deck, huh.

[It's not hard to figure out. Even if he feels sleazy talking about it.]

[loosestrifes]

Not towards the 52, but they help considerably with payments.

( Subtly, he's been trying to shift closer to Bakugo as they walk, anyway— and now he has an excuse. Lifting his right wrist, he pulls up his own collection of cards on his Watch, swiping through quickly with his left hand. )

You can also use hands to rank up. Unfortunately, I found out that others can also use them to rank you down. So, while I came here as a 4, I'm now just a 3. Cruel, isn't it?

( He can spot the bungalows just up ahead, but he sees enough of the seagull-lifeguards that he wants to stick close to Bakugo all the same. The last time he passed by this way, they harassed him for no reason, so he'd rather not have a repeat while they're trying to get somewhere for an... urgent task? At least semi-urgent, by this point, right? )

My room is currently flooded, thanks to all of this up here.

[blastedass]

Is there any other way to earn money here?

[The idea that he'd have to do some damn sexual favor just to buy food is sickening. Bakugo notices Esikko gravitating closer to him, but asides from his usual "fuck off" posture (slightly hunched shoulders, hands in his pockets, head down a bit) he doesn't respond against it.

But when he brings his Watch up on his arm and starts looking through his cards, Bakugo turns his head enough to look at it, frowning at both the display and collection. More in concentration than in distaste. Some day he's gonna have a full deck, huh. How the hell is he gonna feel about that?]

What?! They want us to fight each other?! How the hell can someone rank you down?!

[Because that sounds like a major wrench in the plot for people to get along well enough to fuck. The alternative is a goddamn crime! (Unwanted sex.) Bakugo leaves the sand for the boardwalk, heading towards the same building he arrived in. He's already blown up two flocks of gulls, so perhaps those idiots will choose to stay the hell away from him. Cause he'll do it a third time without hesitation.]

Where are you staying then?

[Making someone stick around in a flooded room is asking for them to get sick. Again, not conducive to sex.]

[loosestrifes]

Right?

( That's the anger he was hoping to receive when he posted about it on the network, but everyone seemed far too busy criticizing him for being trapped in a room to begin with, or for not wanting to trust complete strangers to help. Esikko sighs at the memory of it, and with the added relief of seeing that Bakugo seems to keep those seagull lifeguards at a distance, follows close as they walk up the boardwalk. )

All because that stupid dog wanted to keep me reliant on him. Just so you know, the doors are locked in the normal rooms via the Watch, so it's entirely possible for someone to lock you inside of somewhere.

( He frowns, running his hand through his hair a few times as an idle fidget as his eyes scan ahead. )

But, it's fine. I'm borrowing a guest room of someone who won't lock me in, now.

[blastedass]

[No seagulls want to be turned into grilled chicken apparently...

Who the hell wouldn't get angry about something like that?! If someone wanted to rank themselves down, that's their fucking problem, but it's their choice! Happy to get out of the sun for a bit, he pulls open the bungalow door and steps into the cooler foyer. Not but a few hours ago, he'd been in this same stretch of hall, on the verge of turning the entire place into a smoldering pile of debris. Luckily, the two of them had silently opted not to start fighting... but it'd been close.

Bakugo brushes the memory away as the door closes behind them, leaving the pair in the wrap of shade and some air conditioning. Certainly not a frigid blast from a store, but it's enough to ensure the bungalow isn't a beach-side oven.]

Someone else locked you inside his room? [Bakugo's just going to assume "dog" is an insult, not an actual animal. Because that'd be even weirder. Back to the locking aspect.] Or any room can be locked by anyone with a Watch?

[The latter spells a lot of trouble...]

[loosestrifes]

The first.

( At the very least, that's probably a reassurance, isn't it? It's only him who's likely going to have to deal with this stupid sort of thing. As for whether dog is literal or an insult, it's a bit of both, not that he's going to clarify. Maybe when Bakugo runs into a few of the resort members with animal features, he'll understand.

Until then, it's fine to leave it assumed as an insult. It absolutely is that, too.

Esikko leaves his shoes by the door as he steps inside. The temperature feels much nicer than the false "outdoors" they were just in, and he stretches his arms into it as he helps himself to walk inside. Nice, much better like this. )

Anyway, let's focus on the end goal here, right? ( With a little smile, he drops his arms only to fold them behind his back, feigning innocence. ) Which kind of help did you want? Should I just watch or listen from afar? Or did you need a hand?

( It's a little joke, if you think about it. )

[blastedass]

You better have kicked his ass next time you saw him.

[It's somewhat of a reassurance, though mostly just makes Bakugo less likely to trust someone if he goes into their room. That or the person who tries it and/or gets away with it is going to face death the second they open that door again. Ugh, more animal people? The gull-headed lifeguards were annoying enough. He didn't sign up for a damn bestiary!

Bakugo pauses by the door to dust his feet off, not having the luxury of sandals or shoes since he just arrived. Tracking a bunch of sand into the room would serve the place right, but he's a responsible kind of guy despite his current ire.

The question makes him grit his teeth as he walks towards his room, hands shoved into his pockets again. He didn't need "help" in the first damn place! But since this is really happening...]

What counts?

[loosestrifes]

( Kicked his ass, huh. Esikko just smiles as he thinks about that. He wishes it were that simple, wishes his body allowed for that sort of strength. But he decides not to comment, instead letting his eyes wander through the place as he trails after Bakugo, idly pausing to glance at a few of the beach themed pictures hanging on the walls. )

Well, I know that one person watching two others counts...

( He draws that out in thought as he walks, abandoning the silly little picture of a seagull and a surfboard to continue his path. His eyes find the back of Bakugo's head, studying his reaction. )

But aside from that, I can't say for certain I know the exact line. I could safely assume just watching would work, if you're really so afraid of my touch.

[blastedass]

[Bakugo scowls at Esikko's lack of comment. What? Couldn't do it? There are other ways to kick ass that don't involve physically slamming a foot into a butt. Whatever. That's not his problem. If someone tries trapping him anywhere, they're going to regret it. One day, he'll make this damn hotel regret ever thinking about kidnapping him! ... Today's not that day though.

One person watching two others? His teeth set against each other and his brows furrow in irritation; Esikko's comment means physical interaction is probably at least somewhat required. Voyeurism on your own probably won't cut it. That eliminates movies, recording, probably even sexting and dirty video calls. Maybe once or twice to get away with it, but not continual avoidance.]

I'M NOT AFRAID!! Get that through your head, dammit! [He's pissed off! (Maybe a little nervous, but hell if he'll say it.) Being intimate with someone he just met is fucking weird!] Who the fuck just jerks off in front of some stranger?

[Esikko's stepping out of "stranger" territory, and the answer to that question's pretty obvious. BUT STILL-!! Bakugo kicks open the door to his room and stomps in.]

[loosestrifes]

( So much insecurity. That's what this has to be, right? Esikko considers it as he trails behind him, a casual pace that's not too urgent, that doesn't give away his perverse enjoyment. Plenty else does, though, like the small smile that has been on his face for some time now, or the light way he seems to walk, carefree and quietly pleased. )

Well, I believe there's a name for that sort of person.

( Teasing, again, he braces himself for the potential yell of a response. )

Would you prefer to do it in front of a friend? Some would argue that's even worse. Well, it hardly matters, in the end— you'll become less and less shy, from here on out. ♪

( He slows his feet to a stop once they're inside the bedroom, eyes sliding from the bed back to Bakugo. )

You know, if it's truly so foreign to you, I could always take the lead. ( :) Could always leave it in his hands, literally. )

[blastedass]

[NO ONE'S INSECURE!! IT'S ABOUT HAVING SOME COMMON DECENCY!! ... Or that's the excuse Bakugo's sticking to in his head. Inside, he's experiencing a lot more. Which pisses him off. He's faced down monstrous Nomu, clashed against a glacier of ice, fought against the greatest hero who ever lived (while said hero was extremely restricted), dealt with murderous villains, and none of that has his heart and nerves stressed like he's feeling right now. Ashamed of his body? Fuck no. He showers and bathes with the other guys in his dorm without a damn problem. But he knows them. And he's certainly not jerking off with them!]

I'm not gonna be known as one!

[Because he knows there are several names for people like that. Reputations to go along with it. And while it might be excusable, acceptable, even encouraged in this fucking place, he's got years of his life bolstered up to think about that kind of person in a particular way. A negative one. Ewugh...

The question only makes him bristle more as he slows to a stop in the middle of the room. Do it in front of a friend. Would that make it any better? Or would that make it worse... He doesn't know. Shoulders hike again when Esikko dares suggest he's "shy" about anything.]

Urusei! Don't screw around!

[Those eyes bore into his back and Bakugo's visibly wrangling with his brain at the moment. Grabbing his nerves, stuffing them to the side, logically clashing with himself, arguing the stupid reluctant reality of his current situation. It's not like he's in front of an audience. It's not like he's baring a shameful secret. It's just his damn dick that Esikko would probably see anyways if they were in the shower together. What's so damn bad about it?]

Touch me and I'll blow your head off. [Just give him a minute or so... before there's finally the rip of velcro and the snap of buttons from his front.] Unless I want you to.

[loosestrifes]

How scary~.

( But Esikko lifts both of his hands in mock surrender. The truth is, one of those explosions a little too close could definitely cause him some major problems, and he'd much rather not deal with that. But he's hoping that a guy like this is more bark than bite, that he's not going to blow up some random guy just for being annoying. Right?

He doesn't hide the way his eyes slide down as he helps himself to a seat at the edge of Bakugo's bed. Space, just a little, enough to make him comfortable in at least some capacity. His eyes avert shortly afterwards, in case that might help, but only to land on Bakugo's face. It might be worse like this. )

It sounds a little like you're taking out your frustrations at the House on me, you know? But fine, fine. I'll wait here, unless you ask for more.

( He crosses one leg over the other. )

Similarly, I guess you can tell me if anything I do is making you uncomfortable.

[blastedass]

[This fucking prick! He almost tears the fly of his boardshorts on a jerk reaction to that taunt! Also because he's pissed at himself for being such a damn prude about this. Is it really due to shame or embarrassment over jerking off in front of another guy? Some of it. More likely due to his pride boiling under his skin over being made to do it. Esikko's just as much a prisoner here as he is, shoved into this shitty perverted game. Pisses him off. Doing this feels like surrender, like he lost.

Bakugo hates that feeling almost more than anything else.

As for blowing up someone... yeah, he's done that before, but coming from a world where people are more resilient than most (shonen manga) means a lot of it's more for comical effects than serious injury. He's never killed anyone with his Quirk. Not gonna say he hasn't sent some villains to the hospital after fighting him though...]

Tch! [Esikko's not wrong about that. Bakugo's venting a lot on this guy and he's taken it with some serious patience. Even now. The blonde curls his fingers slightly before turning with a growl and taking a seat on the bed beside the other boy. He's not looking at him, on purpose, face already flushed a hard red.] Lets just get on with it. If I don't like something, I'll kill you.

[As fatal as his usual threats are at least...] You better not suck at this!

[loosestrifes]

( Ahh, so he's going to ask for help immediately like that, huh? Esikko keeps his amusement to himself, as much as he can— the twinkle in his eyes is something he can't stop, but he holds back the laugh that wants to follow, instead turning himself to face Bakugo better on the bed's edge. )

...I could suck, but only if you asked for it.

( He could use his mouth, he means, the tease slipping out as he reaches to slide a palm up and along Bakugo's thigh. After all, control is his favorite thing to have in an intimate situation like this, and Esikko can't help but feel that he's had it from the start. Waiting, patiently, watching, and now touching, palming against Bakugo's arousal before he wraps his slender fingers around the base. His hands are cold, unnaturally so, to the touch— but he can't help that, and he has a feeling that the spicy meat will do a lot of heavy lifting with the heat, here. )

I don't think you'll have too much trouble, here. ( His voice is soft, even if unasked for, as his eyes flick up to Bakugo's face to watch for his reaction to the slow start of strokes. After so long, does it feel good, or is it too much, to go so slow? He'll react accordingly. ) Despite your anger.

[blastedass]

[Bakugo doesn't like hesitating, chafes against any kind of indecision, and tries to keep as much damn regret out of his life as possible. If he wants something, he goes for it and doesn't give up until he has it. Getting over his embarrassment and uncertainty about this crap happens fast, shoving through the awkwardness with a determined fury inside. Just do it and deal with the feelings about it later.]

Don't start talking like a damn porno! [He knows what Esikko means, dammit! Thanks for putting the fucking idea in his head. That's a little too much for his mind right now. He just got his head around jerking off in front of another guy. But if Esikko thinks he's the one in control here, he's got another thing coming. Bakugo hates anyone trying to control him (as he's probably made clear already), so as long as he's the one telling Esikko he can, you know, do this, then technically he's still in control. Right? ... Shut up.

His breath catches slightly when Esikko finally slips his hand into the now-open V of his swimsuit's fly. That damn meat before's left him hard up for several minutes now, the solid rod under sensitive skin quickly reacting to the other boy's touch. Bakugo keeps his head to the side, glaring at the wall and trying to muffle any further noises that want to come from his mouth. But despite that-]

Why the fuck is your hand so damn cold? [They were just out in the blazing sun! How the hell can they be this cold already? At least it's not wet (Esikko's hand, for now) cause then it'd feel like a dead fish. Or something not sexy. The contrasting temperature to Bakugo's heated flesh adds to the strange sensation of feeling someone else's hand on his dick. It's so different from his own, not having any idea what's happening next.]

Tch! I'm gonna win. That's all. [It'll take some time to get more adjusted to this reality, but right now's taking that first huge step. There's no doing back after this. The slow strokes help, letting him get used to the weird feeling.]

[loosestrifes]

I run colder than most people.

( Simple, and not nearly the end of the true explanation, but Esikko figures it's good enough considering what they're in the middle of. And though he's not the one who had any meat, and he's not the one incredibly worked up here, it's hard for him to do this with a complete sense of detachment. He leans in as he runs his fingers along the length of Bakugo's arousal, eyes tracing the way he reacts beneath his touch. It's exciting every time, he thinks, to be able to be in so much control over someone else's pleasure. And while a handjob is probably the bottom of the ladder in terms of impact or actual control, it still has him focused, still has him remembering himself so that he doesn't get too into this himself. )

Maybe if I'd had some of that meat myself, I wouldn't be so cold. I'm warming up, aren't I? Enough. ( He always runs cold, thanks to the nature of his corrupted blood, but he does warm up, and each stroke does make the difference less stark, less distracting. By the time he palms over the tip of Bakugo's dick before dragging back down into a faster next stroke, he's not so cold that it's uncomfortable.

But he is leaning rather close. )

I'm trying to make this at least a little nice, you know. You could tell me what feels good, instead of holding back like you are.

[blastedass]

That's not natural colder.

[Growling but not doing anything to stop the touches, he doesn't want an explanation right now. It would clash against that drug-induced arousal and he just wants to get it over with. Ignoring the entire thing isn't an option, fingers curling in the sheets below him as Esikko's fingers wander up and down. Synapses and thoughts fire off in his head, crawling through his skin with all the details his brain can shove into his attention as fast as possible. The way his fingertips slide along the swollen tract of his urethra, how the soft creases beneath each digit joint contrast with the plush of his skin between them to make a textured wrap around his shaft, each slight difference in movement his hand makes as it ascends and drops.

Bakugo sets his teeth, eyes falling shut as the heat on his face begins to grow in intensity. It feels good. Simple as that. Both the coolness of his touch and the relief of getting some stimulation. With the open shirt dangling from his shoulders, a curtained view of the blonde's sculpted chest and stomach lies visible as it clenches and eases with his breaths. Esikko's talking, dragging him back into the present, making him remember someone else is doing it rather than tricking himself into thinking this is just some... fucked up out of body experience while he's jerking off.]

You're not running on machinery, dammit. [Bakugo's words hiss out between his teeth. It's not hard to work a body into shape if someone's willing to put in the time and effort! But things get a little easier as he feels Esikko's temperature increasing a bit, unknowing if it's the friction or something else. The blonde shudders when he gets to his tip, shoulders hunching a bit and breath catching in his throat. A lack of callouses on Esikko's palm is a massive contrast between his own hand, eyebrows furrowing at the shiver racing down his spine before the other boy absentmindedly chases it with his hand down his dick. Fuck...] Can't you... figure that out... haa... ha-a... on your own?

[Sorry, Esikko. Holding back is his middle name. When it comes to, uh, vulnerable stuff. Like this.]

[loosestrifes]

Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'm so cold because I don't have a heart like you humans do? ...Just kidding~.

( He's fully human, after all, though he does often feel like he wasn't made the same way so many people are. Warm, or loved, or supported. But despite the fair argument he'd have for struggling with cues like this, that's not an issue here. It's evidenced in the way he moves his hand, responds to gasps and shivers with more of the same, with a lean forward and a firmer touch— evidenced too in the way that he seems to purposefully hold back now, strokes just shy of the steady pace he'd settled them into.

He's teasing. )

Or maybe... I just want to hear you say it?

( There's a trust in letting him do this, and therefore a power in him doing it, and he can't help the rush that brings. Watching him hunch into himself like that, lose his breath, shudder over his own words— ah, it's a shame this is just a handjob. Sure, he can have fun, but thinking of all the ways he could drive Bakugo crazy as an introduction to this place has him terribly hooked on the idea of it. But then again, being someone who was patient, someone who eased him into accepting help— it means he could ask for it again, right?

He's careful not to lose the momentum in his teasing, anyway. The walk and wait before this place must have been torturous enough. So, his hand quickens again, his teasing stays light and barely there, just enough to be a flirtatious sort of annoyance. )

I'll give you a break, this time, though.

[blastedass]

Don't fuck with me! You're supposed to be jerking me off!

[Roaring right at him despite the red painted all over his damn face. If Esikko says he's completely human, Bakugo has to believe him, but the cold of his hand doesn't feel human at all. Not corpse-like (how the hell would he know) but it's more akin to putting his hand on a refrigerated drink for a bit, then touching someone. Regardless, the clash in temperature of Esikko's hand and the heat of his own cock is adding to the sensations, deliberate or not. Bakugo's shoulders roll forward a bit, both hands now firming pressed against the bed on either side of his hips as the firmer touch works up and down his shaft. This bastard's teasing him, isn't he?]

I didn't... say anything!

[Bakugo's voice tapers at the end, catching when Esikko's hand nears his head. That's the major difference between someone else doing it and himself. He can't predict what's going to happen. Is Esikko going to squeeze him right now? Is he going all the way up to his glans or will he stop short? His skin squishes up against the back of his head before dragging down to rest taut over his shaft when the other boy's fist reaches the base of his dick. Bakugo drops his head towards his chest, choppy bangs hiding his eyes in shadow as his breathing struggles more under the slew of attention. Esikko's not slowing down or breaking momentum, finally leveling off into something the blonde's brain tries to predict. Soft wet noises start to rise from his hips, precum dribbling out of his member and making a mess of Esikko's hand and Bakugo's cock.]

F- ah... fuck- [Something cracks inside when his partner picks up the pace, but it's not enough to push him further than he is now. Shit, he's really going to force him? A break? Bakugo grits his teeth, a hissing breath escaping between them.] Ha... Harder. I'm... not getting anywhere... like this-