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

[skinstitch]

( the bartender immediately recoils behind them, once bakugou's got a fist full of his shirt--his whole body bends forward, dragged down, and though it irks him in a way he can't quite decipher, he lets it happen. his arms fall, loose at his sides, while bakugou goes on his angry tirade, and his eyes roll, out towards the beach, towards the ocean, towards the hot sun, pooling in the sky. a part of him wants to light bakugou ablaze and leave it at that; the rest of him thinks he's better off not killing the kid, given what he knows about it all. he doesn't want to end up in jail here--again--and more than that, doesn't want to have to deal with the repercussions of whatever might happen to bakugou when he comes back, slightly wrong, slightly off.

there's a scoffing breath at the demand, though he pretends to consider it. he knows that he could easily get his face blasted off here, but does that even matter? like always, the risk is worth the reward--or punishment--as one of his hands lifts, just slightly, a touch of two fingertips against the folded edge of that robe, pooled over bakugou's hips and thighs.

with one little hiss, a tiny tendril of smoke, he lets the material catch up in flame. )

My clothes? ( loudly, as the material starts to crackle with blue fire; it's not like he's thrown it fully into the chaos of burning fabric, but if bakugou doesn't toss the thing off soon, then he's going to end up with more issues than he likely wants. no one wants a fire started around their dick like that.

with a long sigh, he lifts his other hand to close it around bakugou's wrist in silent threat. ) They're in my room.

You want them? I'll tell you where to go. But you need to back the fuck off.

[blastedass]

[he's not fool. dabi lets himself get grabbed and hauled forward. does he really think taunting him is the best idea right now?! this bastard's got information, a way to make this entire situation just a little bit easier, and he's gonna choose to make it more difficult for no fucking reason! running his damn mouth about helping, doing favors, mocking a lead on that he's going to be of some shitty assistance. every nerve in his body is screaming to splatter this guy all over the beach! red eyes narrow as dabi's teal irises roll so far around in his head, it looks like he's taking in everything in the world except for the guy yelling at him. what a complete prick! he sacked those damn birds on him and knew it! he would've been okay following him, begrudgingly accepting the help, but now that's own the window. betrayal's a shit experience.

that scoff answers with a grit of material, fingers tightening hard in that flowery shirt of his. dabi offered it to him. would it be "acceptance" to rip it clean off his body? nope! his blood runs fast in his veins, nerves and muscles tense as he still pays rapt attention to the man even in his anger. one spark of blue is all the villain needs to ignite. it's one of the reasons his hand flutters on dabi's shirt when those still-clear fingers reach his waist-bound robe.

he wouldn't dar- FUCK YOU, DABI!!

instantly his hand flashes from the villain's shirt down to the robe. WHAMP! and fists the burning sections, smothering the flames before they have more than a second to consume the material. it gets his hand off dabi at least, leaving him growling and snarling at the guy. but not touching. he neither wants to end up a smoldering nude nor have his privates burned. bastard. sometime in the future, expect him to blow up something of yours, dammit!]

Then you need to stop pissing me off! [but fine! he's backing the fuck off. in that he's not grabbing dabi's shirt anymore. a quick jerk of his hand breaks his wrist out of the man's hand. tch! wretch.] Finish your damn drink.

[he doesn't trust dabi's instructions. probably just gonna route him to some pervert's room or another seagull flock.]

[skinstitch]

( it's annoying, because it's true--he'd been planning on giving bakugou the runaround, just a little, by telling him to go ahead and head up to the doors of his fancy suite and then, there, letting him realize that he wouldn't be able to get them open with dabi there with him. at that point, he'd be long gone, lost somewhere in the resort; and even if bakugou tried to blow his door open, the staff wouldn't let him. but of course, the kid goes and ruins all his fun--which is why he lets out a long sigh, twisting at the middle to turn back towards the bar.

shakily, the bartender sets a glass in front of him--and he lifts a hand to indicate she should make another. )

Pretty sure a person breathing near you pisses you off, firecracker.

( with another roll of his eyes--he lifts up the glass, but rather than drink from it, he gives it a cursory sniff and stretches his arm out, hooking it towards bakugou instead. it smells deceptively sweet: there's at least a few shots of liquor pooled in the bottom.

his fingers grip the glass, shaking it a little, commanding bakugou to take it. )

Drink yours and we'll go. ( on cue, the bartender places another drink there in front of him, one that he intends to keep for himself. ) I bet there's someone here we can relieve of their belongings, rather than going all the way up to my room...

( with an idle smile, half-formed, as he narrows his eyes at him. )

No birds, since apparently you're afraid of 'em.

[blastedass]

[right. just how stupid does dabi think he is? he barely trusted him from the start. a tiny truce to avoid taking down a building and killing each other doesn't mean there's anything between them remotely resonating. he knows the man's history and story, even if he speculates it's biased. but the history amid the two of them alone is a sordid thing in itself. there's no way he's going to extend any kind of good faith. even the brief test got blown up the second the villain abandoned him to those shitty seagulls. going forward, any advice or instructions is getting heavily scrutinized.

that long sigh and spin around earns a hard growl behind his stupid flowery shirted shoulders. this patchwork bastard planned on bullshitting him again! just now! damn right he ruined those plans!]

When they're obnoxious about it.

[hint hint. he pauses when the glass swings towards him, eyes narrowing and brows furrowing at the offer. come on. does dabi really think he can keep getting away with this kind of bullshit? that 'command' doesn't go over well either.]

You... [as much as he wants to snap at dabi not to order him around, he's also aware this is a very thin line both of them are toeing. and like it or not, he needs the aid. this man is from his own world. with a snarl, he swipes the drink from the villain's hand. there's something in it. he knows that. alcohol, a drug, anything to make this a bad idea. but dabi says we'll go. if looks could kill, this stitch bitch would be six feet under.

last chance. bakugo glances at the bartender.] Two glasses of water.

[he'll drink, but first, he's gonna be a goody-two-shoes prick about it. meaning one glass of water down the hatch, then the drink-] CUGH! [-he coughs hard and brief, eyes widening and head ducking a bit as his throat works the drink down. he's had sports drinks before, soda, even some cider, but whatever the fuck that was is only somewhat similar. it burns and hits with an impact he can't describe. maybe chugging it wasn't the greatest idea... at least there's a pool of water in there to dilute it?! hopefully?!]

I'm not stealing shit! Go to a store, buy something like a decent person, and I'll pay you back! [does he have to spell this out for him?! it's his first day here; he's not going to turn into a damn criminal. and the second glass of water. it hurts to tank it down, he's gonna piss hard later, but damn if he's not gonna dilute the bar drink as best he can.] I'm not scared of those bastard!

[skinstitch]

( there's a soft roll of his eyes, but he doesn't bother getting in the way--it's not like he doesn't know that bakugou is some goody-two-shoes little hero wannabe, which means that of course he'll be adverse to putting anything in his mouth that he doesn't know the origin of, or worse, anything that might have liquor in it; he can only imagine the backlash if he had offered him a cigarette. rather than say anything, he watches, mildly, as the bartender provides the glasses of water, and then scurries off to the other end of the little drink stand as though to put as much distance between herself and the two of them as possible. smart move. rather than go for the water, like he could, he takes his drink in hand, idly giving it a slight stir before he takes a sip from the top. it's decorated the way that bakugou's is also decorated: speared with little fruit slices and even a colorful paper umbrella, giving the illusion that this is some fancy beach getaway.

with a soft breath, he takes another swallow, while bakugou downs the glass of water like he's never had any before. kid lacks manners about as much as he does.

to his benefit, he doesn't laugh, at least, when he splutters around the liquor in the drink. probably hits him hard and fast in the stomach, at least that would be his guess, and damn, who said you had to chug it, little firecracker? his eyes roll up to keep from laughing; he takes another slow swallow, before he drags out the toothpick speared with two chunks of pineapple and a lone strawberry. )

You'll pay me back. ( he repeats it slowly, thoughtfully. ) And how are you gonna do that?

( he lets that silence stretch for a moment, and cuts bakugou off before he can even make up some kind of flustered answer-- )

You get money through fucking. Having sex. Remember that? ( he's not going to say that there are other ways, obviously, that would ruin the fun. ) So how about you just pay it forward?

( he's already grinning, as he brings the toothpick up, catches one of the pineapple chunks with his teeth and spears it away into his mouth. )

If we fuck, then you'll get money. And you can buy your own clothes. How's that work for you?

[blastedass]

[it's not just being a damn goody-two-shoes; it's being protective of himself! if he's going to make a stupid decision, he's going to make it the least stupid he can and know about it! watering down alcohol is the only solution he's got on the immediate hand and still keep dabi on his own track. as much as he hates having to 'team up' with the guy, there's something about a perfect stranger versus someone he at least knows. who is also a prisoner here. ironically, a cigarette offered would've had a simple, curt reply. and dabi would've been out a cigarette. considering the drink had some fruit on a stick in it, he debates on eating them as well. tch, they were probably soaking in alcohol or some kind of doctored solution before getting stuck in here. one risk is enough. the stick clinks against an empty glass' side, all three cups left clustered together on the bar top. his stomach feels heavy from dumping all that liquid in there so suddenly, but it's worth it to get that wretched taste out of his mouth and throat. does it burn? does it rake? does it leave a sickly sweet coating over the back of his gullet? all three actually. sparks fire in his mind, thoughts zipping around about whether he'll suddenly stumble around intoxicated, be left with a headache or a soft buzz, or will it turn into some other effect he isn't aware of the stereotypes?

who knows. shit part is, dabi's gonna be the one to find out, when or if there's any effect. great. just who he wanted to share his first drink with. at the very least, the fried villain doesn't mock him for his acrid reaction to the drink. he chugged it so there was less time for it to affect him! is that how it works? who the hell knows?! maybe he'll puke it out in a few minutes. dabi's sitting there so calmly, enjoying himself while the blonde wishes he'd choke on his damn fruit cubes.]

I'll fin-! [-d a way. is what he'd been going to say, only to slice off by a languid tone and amused voice. the weighty silence already indicates a number of answers, leaving his skin crawling across his shoulders and face starting to grow hotter than he wants to admit. fuck you if you think he's gonna get flustered around your half-baked skin!]

I KNOW THAT!! You don't have to repeat it! [dabi already made that painfully clear. and the worst part is, he's getting closer to believing him. are there other ways? maybe. damn well he'll find out. not from this prick. snarling quietly, each word drops into his stomach, plunking down like weights in the liquid-filled pouch behind his abs. pay it forward. god he wants to punch dabi's hand and shove that toothpick through his stupid uvula. shut off his garish grin.

there's no way to even describe the feeling. his body for money. heroes serve others for payment, of course, but there's a canyon of difference between cleaning up the ruins of a building and agreeing to have sex. the fact he hasn't really done anything before is another heavy weight clinging to his chest. if this place really runs on that idea though... panic clashes against rage against need against pride against determination. dabi's tricked him before. this could be a lie. but if he just... gets it over with, it would make life in this place easier. shit, shit, shit! with this guy!? versus another stranger he has zero clue about? stomach twisting, fingers curling until his knuckles crack, brain a whirling mess. until his tight voice finally growls out.]

Nowhere public.

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Nowhere public.

( a repetition that isn't necessary, and it's not for bakugou's benefit, or even his own. rather, it's said with a dramatic wheeze of breath, as he whips around to turn back towards the bartender, as though to ensure that he wasn't the only person that heard it. thing is, she's off tending to another two customers off to the side, so he's left with less of an audience than he would have liked; it doesn't do anything for the slow curl of a grin on his lips as he turns back.

another haunting echo-- )

Nowhere public, huh. Ashamed to fuck around with someone like me, huh. I get it.

( another pinched sort of grin--he takes another swallow of the drink, languid, like he's in no rush to finish it, no rush to get through to the end, or cut to the chase. )

Gonna ruin all your pretty little hero morals with this one, yeah? Oh, if only you knew.

( it's not like the kid's hooking up with shigaraki, or compress, as though they represent two opposite ends of the same spectrum: something a little closer to the image of evil, maybe, something a little closer to the image of a plain criminal. it's hard to say where bakugou's head is at, but even harder to say what his head contains; he's not entirely sure of where he's from, what's happened, what he knows, what he doesn't. it's not the time to try to suss that out by sharing barbs back and forth, trying to parse the truth through the anger.

another tip of the glass back and it's mostly ice--with a breath of irritation, he sets the glass down, pushes away from the bar. )

Alright, somewhere private, then. ( as though relenting, and true to his word, at least, he's casting his gaze out across the beach--and then offers a short nod, tilting his head. the glasses are abandoned, and he's already stalking across the sand, keeping his pace at least slow enough for the command-- ) Follow me.

You got any other rules I need to know about? Spit 'em out now or I'm not listening.

[blastedass]

Stop repeating it!

[haa?! does he have to make sure someone else heard that?! he jerks his head back, teeth bared in an incredulous snarl. dammit, dabi! this is between the two of them; no one else needs to be dragged into it! who the hell does this melodramatic prick think he is?! knots twist in his stomach, shoving a rush of embarrassment and anger through his blood. crap! he never should've said anything! first the shitty seagulls, then the alcoholic drink, now whatever this bullshit is! that's the last time he agrees to this scumbag's help!]

Urusei! It doesn't have anything to do with that!

[as if dabi gives a shit about whether someone feels shame or not. self-pity's not getting the villain anywhere with him. prickles needle across his skin, hackles threatening to rise even more than they already are. ashamed? fuck no! but he's not some perverted bastard fucking around where everyone else can see! there's nothing wrong with wanting your own privacy!]

Keep pushing me and I'll rip your stupid swimsuit off.

[his hero morals aren't in play right now. this is, uh... personal morals. or preferences. does he think it's wrong to fuck around with someone in public? of course he does! who the fuck wants to watch that?! porn exists; do it in your own room! ugh, it's no different than pissing in the lobby of a hotel. there's crap you just don't do in a civilized society. it's got nothing to do with being a hero or a villain. besides, with those damn guards aside, he hasn't exactly seen people getting frisky out here in the open on the beach, or in the halls, whatever. it's all encouragement and insinuation, not action.

dabi's not getting off the demand for information though. he has every intention of asking the guy what he remembers and trying to figure out where he's from. despite not seeing todoroki's battle with his brother, he knows from the chatter on the comm that dabi really fucked over his body with his quirk. so he can't be from the same mid-war period. unless the hotel reversed the damage to a more... acceptable state. even now, he can see where the burns go on his chest and arms and lower legs. dabi's still kept his health. he looks more like his appearance after the kidnapping.

... ugh! stop looking at him! he jerks his head away to glare at something else as the villain pushes away from the bar and agrees with him. fuck. kind of hoped the guy would back out and taunt him for another trick or some BS like that. the bar stool swivels as and the blonde follows after dabi, growling under the command.]

Haa?! What rules?! [oh. about sex. shit. uh... it's not like he's never thought about it before; he's not some prude. does he trust dabi to listen to any restrictions? no.] If I don't like something, you'll fucking know.

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