TDM 05

[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 in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.

Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

A cool breeze lofts across the room. Gentle, soothing. Cotton sheets and silken covers slip with the tired stretch of limbs. New arrivals dozing in the comfort of their king-sized beds wake to the balmy warmth of a hazy sun and the rhythmic lap of waves on the shore. Clouds mist around the floor, granting ethereal ambiance. Gauzy curtains flutter, revealing a majestic stretch of sky in all directions. This temple is nestled at the top of a mountain, one where the sea somehow meets its edge.

All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.

MARK OF THE GODS

None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

► BENEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of gold running along their skin have been identified as benevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the kind spirit within. All benevolent Wildcards may experience the effects of any RED SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

MADDENING HUNGER

Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

No matter how much food they eat, these new arrivals, who have been dubbed as divines, won't find any satiation from food or wine. This gnawing hunger is exhausting; as it increases, their strength decreases. They cannot continue on like this for long.

All Wildcards, regardless of divine differentiation, will need to be worshipped for sustenance. Otherwise, they risk falling into a frenzied state.

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.

ROYALS

► Royal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

► Royal cards are encouraged to eat, drink, and be merry. Be selfish! Be greedy! Take everything you want! There is no end to the pampering and indulgence offered to royals. Long-standing guests line up to flatter them and give them gifts. Resort staff are desperate to make them laugh or smile. A royal card frowning strikes terror every servant. Resort staff will insist that they seek their own pleasures and not worry about the feelings of those lowly cards. All numbered cards exist to satisfy the royals; being concerned about their peasant feelings is unnecessary.

► Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.

SERVANTS

► Servant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

► The Ace rank shows its fickle nature. All Ace cards are bottom-barrel servants sitting at Rank 1 that anyone can bully. They are automatically ordered to clean up trash, scrub sticky floors, and dance provocatively for any rank that demands a show.

► Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.

WILDCARDS

► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

► Wildcards are encouraged to indulge in the finest of everything. Servants must tend to them and obey their commands. While royals do not need to obey them, there is great prestige in claiming a Wildcard’s affection. Wildcards are encouraged to be selfish and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

► Any royal or servant that satisfies a Wildcard can collect a Wildcard token. This is an electronic token that appears in their bank account once a Wildcard has climaxed during sex. Physically pleasing two Wildcards bring about great blessings. Players may submit two Wildcard tokens under their rewards thread to collect a small item voucher.

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

Phoenix Casino has been reborn in antiquity. Stone pillars line the aisles and embroidered linens cast a gauzy filter over every corner of the gambling center. The number of statues has increased, with every corner decorated with marble figures in provocative poses. The feast continues into even here; scantily clad servants and waiters carry around platters of succulent fruits and pitchers of wine.

The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.

WILDCARD AUCTION

► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

► Bidding for a Wildcard can get intense! Numerous long-standing guests are already obsessed with these stunning new arrivals and are quick to bid high. Bidding wars can break out at any time. Some very eager long-standing guests are willing to get violent if it means they get to monopolize one of these Wildcards. Security is on stand-by for cases of Wildcard theft; some guests are so desperate for these Wildcards that they'll even try to kidnap them if they see the chance.

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.

CASTING LOTS

► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

► The high rank guest will roll a six-sided die. The number rolled will reflect the game rule by which the low rank guest must try to satisfy the high rank guest. If the low rank guest manages to satisfy the high rank guest they will receive a large payout. If the high rank guest is not satisfied they may discipline the low-rank guest in any way they see fit.

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

► The high rank decides if and when they have been satisfied. Work hard, low rank!

HEADS OR TAILS

► What's a casino without a bit of risk? There's a special game of Heads or Tails happening at the game tables. All guests must bet their rank in order to play. Winners of the game will have the option to either swap ranks with the loser, or keep their rank as is and move on to another game. With a little bit of luck, even a Rank 2 can experience living the high life.

► All rank swaps are temporary. Winners that choose to swap ranks with the loser of their game will have 24 hours with their new rank before they revert back to normal. They may continue playing on with their "new" rank if they want to test their luck.

► Heads or Tails is played with a physical Golden Peacock coin. Players will take turns as the coin flipper, with their opponent guessing if the outcome will be heads or tails. The first guest to reach three correct guesses is the winner.

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

A massive circular arena has been erected in the middle of Beak. Staggered seats rise up to the ceiling, where royals lounge in luxury viewing boxes. The gaping mouth of the arena is wide and desolate. An assortment of weapons, such as spears and shields, hang along stone walls. It waits for the taste of blood and stench of battle. The sound of the audience cheering and booing echoes throughout the Wellness Quarter.

Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.

A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.

BATTLE ROYALE

► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

► Battle rules are simple. Any means and methods of fighting are acceptable when in the arena. The arena’s overseer will decide if a battle will end when first blood is drawn or if it will continue until one side can no longer continue. There are rare instances of battle to the death, typically reserved for warriors who have deeply offended a Wildcard or royal.

► Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.

SUBDUE THE BEAST

► Any numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.

RACE TRACK

► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

► Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.

MUSCLE CONTEST

► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

► Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.

WRESTLING MATCHES

► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

► Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.

WAYWARD ARROWS

► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

► Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.

BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.

GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.

PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

► Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

► There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.

NARCISSUS

► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

► Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

► Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"

PANDORA’S BOX

► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

► This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

▶ 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 would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

▶ 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!

▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

▶ 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 to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[blastedass]

[Bakugo curls his lip in annoyance. Nickname? Yes. "Affectionate"? What the hell?! Seems like he doesn't know the term, but at least they can still speak properly, so it's not an issue. He's sure the watch has a translation function and will reveal the meaning if Kleken bothers to look it up later. Or Bakugo will end up revealing it the next time they meet.]

Shut up.

[As much as he'd like to continue soaking, he wants to make sure Kleken's wounds are treated properly, already assuming the guy wouldn't do so himself. Water sluices down his body when Bakugo stands, draining over hard strong muscle, three prominent scars on his shoulder, side, and chest, and collecting in runoff around his thighs. He doesn't bother covering himself or snarling at the guy for looking.

Though he's very tempted to blow Kleken right out of the water for daring to ask a hand... Lazy bastard!]

I'm not carrying you!

[Despite grabbing said hand and hauling the guy up to his feet. The water may or may not be slippery enough for an accidental collision.]

[lieabilities]

[ Kleken will not be shutting up anytime soon, sorry Bakugo. ]

[ He laughs even, charmed at the way Bakugo simultaneously yells at him about not carrying him while hauling him to his feet. And though Kleken's balance is neigh impeccable, especially in the water, he makes it a point to stumble into the other man as if pulled too hard in. In part to really play up that image of a delicate man, in part because he suspects the last thing the younger man would like right now is to have a useless octo-man in his personal space again. ]

Now now, I'm a fragile patient.

[ Who would probably be dumped right back into the water if he pushed Bakugo too far. ]

[blastedass]

[He has ways of making that happen, dammit! BOOM!

Luckily he's not exploding the other man at the moment, but rather giving a grab-n-drag to get him up. Showing Kleken he can indeed stand on his own two feet without slopping back into the water.]

Oof- [Bakugo tenses and braces a foot against the pool floor, Kleken shoved right up against him. The hero's damn solid from all his training and physical work to keep himself in top strength and shape. Kleken doesn't feel like some damn waif either, despite how he tries to pass himself.]

You did that on purpose. [Grumbling. Bakugo rolls his eyes and moves towards the water's rim, not able to completely push from his mind the sensation of his body sliding off Kleken's when he pulled back.]

Come on. Before you catch a cold or something.

[lieabilities]

I did. I couldn't help but to swoon over your assistance.

[ He doesn't even lie about his actions with this one, just his intentions. Amused and informed as he is. Bakugo really did seem to have the physique of someone on the path to becoming a hero, at least by Kleken's imagined standards. He's solid enough to steady them both, even while the conman leans himself into the other, forcing him to deal with both of their weights. If Bakugo isn't going to fully push him off, he will rather shamelessly hang off the other man's back, head resting comfortably over his shoulder as he does so. ]

[ As if this were a common occurrence for them both, full nudity included. ]

Something warmer would be quite nice.

[blastedass]

Don't make me fucking kill you.

[Dammit, this guy's still gonna dangle off him like a sopping towel? So long as he isn't forcing Bakugo to carry his full weight, the blonde begrudgingly tolerates it for a bit. Climbing out of the pool into the damp air of the caverns is a strange feeling. Not cold enough to shiver, but the water behind him felt as if it was warmer. Or that was Kleken flopped on him.]

Do you even know what a cold is? [Something warmer. Stupid octopus dealer. Bakugo stops beside their clothes and looks down at the bundle. His own aren't too badly damaged, but Kleken's were pretty burnt. His sopping mess thanks to getting into the water... Gonna be annoying as fuck to drag them back on.]

I'm can't get dressed with you hanging on me, Tentacles!

[lieabilities]

Oh, I would never. I'm quite fond of living.

[ Though it's a difficult thing to believe, when he so easily and often says things to rile up even the most patient of people. Even now, his words sound just a bit provoking, enhanced by the way he continues to keep half-flopped against Bakugo's back with no regard to their nudity. He has a pleasant heat to his body, one that warms Kleken's own naturally cool body in an oddly comforting way. ]

[ A shame he can't enjoy it more. ]

Hmm, a temperature?

[ There continues to be zero effort to actually let go of him. ]

[blastedass]

You run your mouth way too much!

[Kleken's damn rapier wit! He's always got to have a retort to anything. Bakugo wriggles at the guy's half-flopped tangle on him, trying to slide Kleken onto the nearby bench. Dammit, it's like wrangling an octopus clinging to his shoulders. Why the hell is he so adamant about staying on?! He's not dragging his naked ass through the fucking hotel like this! Can't he at least wait until they're at his room?! Fuck, he really should plunge him right back in the stupid pool!]

It means getting sick, dammit! Oy! Are you gonna get off me or not?!

[Likely the "not" answer.]

[lieabilities]

I've heard that quite a bit as well.

[ 'Not' is correct. ]

[ The more heated Bakugo gets at him, the more pleasant it is to hang off his warming body, especially for someone with cooler blood like Kleken. He doesn't even need to use his tentacles, since Bakugo is still somehow and for some reason treating him relatively gently. Relative being the keyword here. ]

[ But they do have to make some progress here, even if Kleken wouldn't mind staying in the water for longer. ]

[ He hugs his arms tighter around the younger man for a moment so he can lean over and tap a kiss against his cheek before finally sliding off. ]

Do try not to keep me waiting too long.

[ Do try not to fry him where he sits, he's an injured patient still. ]

[blastedass]

You don't fucking listen then.

[Big difference. Bakugo snarls when Kleken wraps his arms around him even more, getting him all wet again and pushing against his body. Fuck, he's still naked, both of them are, and it feels weird. Not bad, but weird.]

Na-?! [He makes a startled noise at the sudden peck on the cheek, one hand slapping against his face and rubbing at it as he grumbles. Bastard, climbing all over him and doing whatever the fuck he wants.] Don't just kiss me like that!

[No that Bakugo tried to stop him or punch him. Mercifully, Kleken starts to slide off after that.] Tch. Wait and die. I'll be there in two hours or less.

[He just has to get his clothes back on and then leave to fetch some shit from the store. Kleken can make it to his own room and Bakugo'll meet him later to patch him up completely.]

[lieabilities]

[ He's right and wrong there- Kleken listens. He's too good of a listener, in fact, one who often has 'ears' in places he shouldn't. But unfortunately for Bakugo, he also often chooses not to hear and obey the words he's told. Not unless he has reason to, and very few people have given him reason to. ]

[ But for someone as soft as he's found Bakugo to be underneath that very spiky surface, he'll grant some small mercies here and there. Especially since he didn't get thrown off even after that kiss. ]

Two hours? I'll miss you terribly.

[ He holds his hat against his chest with those words- when did he get a hat in his hands? Don't think about it too hard. ]

[blastedass]

[He makes shit choices for the hell of it then. Bakugo pulls on his wet clothes, making a face at the cold, damp material dragging over his skin. It'd be easier to pour himself into the shirt and pants if he were still in the stupid pool.]

Shut up and die.

[Bakugo fits the last button through the hole in his shirt, only taking it halfway up his chest. Enough of this clammy cave and its strange pools. He leaves Kleken without further fanfare, trusting the guy to make his way back to his own room safely. Bakugo will make good on his word, locating and coming to Kleken's room with medicine, bandages, and some food to tend to his injuries. He's responsible for the man receiving them after all.]

[lieabilities]

[ Could Kleken have pulled the water out of Bakugo's clothes, leaving him in much more comfortably dry attire for his trek away? Yes, but clearly the man had stomped off much too quickly for Kleken to offer the service to him. ]

[ What a shame, that. ]

[ How Kleken got back to his room with such ruined clothes will forever be a mystery, but he's freshly, if lightly, dressed when Bakugo comes knocking, looking as if he took a proper shower instead of being dunked in some pool water. Then again, the man always looks just a little damp at the ends of his hair. ]

Ah, room service has arrived.

[blastedass]

[Someone never offered do to that the entire time they were sitting in the goddamn WATER!! If he knew Kleken was able to, Bakugo wouldn't have been so keen on returning with medical supplies. Luckily for Kleken, he doesn't, so the blonde's outside the room when the man finally opens the door.

He arches a brow, noting the other's appearance. Despite his perpetually wet look, there's something more clean and refreshed to Kleken's countenance, as if he'd come from a shower rather than slogged out of a pool. Tch, whatever. It's been a few hours; he could've easily gone to one of the showers in this place and washed off properly there.

Bakugo heads into the man's room without invitation.]

Sit on the bed and show me where it hurts.

[lieabilities]

[ There's no objection to the intrusion, Kleken stepping out of the way as Bakugo barges in. It's not like there's anything visible in his room to worry about people stumbling upon, whether valuable or private. It appears fairly empty of personal decor in fact, a simply decorated hotel room that gives away nothing about its inhabitant. ]

[ Suspiciously empty. ]

[ He'll take a seat on the bed as offered, legs crossing neatly as he smiles up at the young man. ]

What if I said it hurts all over?

[blastedass]

[Anything visible. Knowing this guy's power over illusions and misdirection, who the hell knows if he'll stumble over a box out of sight. Definitely suspicious, unless Kleken's some kind of minimalist. It's nice to see someone else with a relatively simple hotel room. Bakugo has a few personal items in his room. Despite how some complain about the lower ranks, it's no worse or better than his dorm room back at U.A. Minus a few quality issues. Shit he can tolerate until he moves ranks.]

I'll leave you as a slimy mummy stuffed in your closet.

[Slathered all over in medicine and wrapped up within a cocoon of bandages and blankets.]

[lieabilities]

I'd make a terrible mummy.

[ It's sighed out with disappointed tone, exaggerated for no one's benefit but his own need for dramatics. Even as he does, his tentacles are slipping out from behind his back to roll up his sleeves, revealing the burn marks that are very real on his arms. ]

[ Though Kleken's main mind may not be eager about getting quick treatment, his lower minds are well aware that he needs it. ]

I don't do well as slimy either.

[ Says the water Aurorian who often keeps a few of his tentacles in a 'slimy' state for convenience. ]

[blastedass]

You wanna test that? [He lifts a bag completely full of bandages and gauze. Yes, that is a threat. Now who's being dramatic. Bakugo settles on the bed beside the man, dumping out a few collections of items. Burn salve, antiseptic, the aforementioned wrapping to dress it. Seems like the tentacles are a little more serious than their own. Heh, he'll remember that for other times.

Rather than let their efforts go to waist, he pops the cap off the bottle and buttresses Kleken's wrist on his hand to keep his arm stable. Hopefully the guy's not running wet all the time... If he is, he's gonna have to dry his skin off before applying the ointment. Otherwise, Bakugo sprays a few misting spritz onto the burns.]

Good. You'd look like a drowned rat. [Clothes soaking all the time, slogging on his body. Great first impression...]

[lieabilities]

Not particularly.

[ His response is a tad more rushed out than he would have preferred, but getting mummified wasn't exactly an appealing option. He could hardly be the nuisance he enjoyed being with such conditions. So rather than leaving himself open to the opportunity to be wrapped up, he obediently sits still for Bakugo and hardly even flinches at the spray against his burns. ]

[ He does look as if he's considering being dramatically in pain from the sting of them though. That much is clear on his expression. ]

[ Ah, but first. Defending his honor. ]

I'm a creature of the sea. If I dry out too much, I'll drown.

[ Yes it's about as much bullshit as it sounds. ]

[blastedass]

[Good on him, because Bakugo's not someone to give empty threats. If the man really had intended to be injured everywhere, he'd find himself embalmed and spun ready for a spider to suck his juices out. Each little spritz of mist puffs across Kleken's burns. Bastards, they really sicced people on each other, to the point he gave this man these injuries for the fucking entertainment of a bunch of bastards. Bastards who don't know a single damn thing about any of them!

No flinch? Brave man. Knowing it stings, Bakugo lifts Kleken's arm and purses his lips, sending a gentle stream of cool air over the afflicted area under its glistening new cover. Sting's replaced with cold, encouraging it to dry off for the incoming press of ointment and gauze.] How much of your words are bullshit?

[Seriously, he's curious.]

[lieabilities]

[ The light tingle of cool air draws Kleken back to Bakugo's action with great curiosity. It's a much more tender approach to treating his wounds than he'd expected in general, given that the usual reaction to him is exasperation and a growing desire to leave the vicinity as soon as possible. His tentacles were certainly well experienced by now in treating whatever injuries his main body accrued. ]

[ So to have someone think to blow on his wounds to help is... interesting. Enough so that he's nearly caught off off-guard by it in his expression, which he's quick to smooth back over. ]

As a con-man, every word I say should be taken as a lie.

[ It's a phrase he's fallen back on numerous times, that holds a perfectly contradicting truth to it he rather likes. ]

[blastedass]

[Does he really expect him to raze his flesh off his body?! (Despite acting and saying that he would do exactly that.) Dumbass. Bakugo finishes up the gauze, then begins wrapping bandaging around the man's arm. Loop after loop, finally finishing it off with a tuck under the previous loop. He grips the strip between his teeth and tears it off with a sharp head jerk.] -p'teh- [Spitting that crap out. The entire wrap's secured with a metal snap-on clasp. Snug and secure, not tight or painful, his dressing should keep everything protected so long as Kleken doesn't fuck with it.]

Including that one? [A liar's paradox, when he says his words are a lie. Bakugo moves further up Kleken's arm, repeating the earlier process to address his burn.]

[lieabilities]

[ Yes. Yes he does. ]

[ He watches the rest of the treatment with light curiosity, amused once more by the gentle hand he shows in contrast to his gruff personality. He'll never get tired of the gap between them, honestly. Unfortunately for Bakugo, that means Kleken will be bugging him a lot more often moving forward. ]

Yes, of course.

[ Why would he start making it easy to tell if he's lying or telling the truth now? ]

[blastedass]

[Well he did yell at his classmates for not scrubbing Midoriya's skin raw with steel wool before dumping him in the bathtub, so maybe Kleken has some reason to be concerned. And yet, here Bakugo is, keeping his touches neat and light as he quickly but efficiently meets out ointment and medicine before applying gauze and tape and finishing with another bandage wrap. Most of it's taking responsibility for giving the man these wounds.]

Then don't get pissed if no one trusts a damn thing you say. [Which can get extremely frustrating when Kleken actually has a truth he needs to get across. Bakugo moves to his other side and begins work there.]

[lieabilities]

[ Please, Kleken's delicate skin could never handle steel wool- ]

[ Someone experienced in treating wounds both of his own and others, or at least trained to be? Did these heroes of the other man's world take care of their own injuries in this way on the field, perhaps? No healers? His curiosity is very much piqued, but he's also quite sure he couldn't get away with inquiring about that at this moment. A conversation for another time, perhaps. ]

I would never. I offer others the ability to trust that I am being mistrustful, so we're both at an understanding.

[ If you always knew you couldn't trust a man's words, isn't that the same as knowing you could always trust another man's words? ]

[ It's definitely the same thing- ]

[blastedass]

[Then he better not turn up with a month's worth of grime on him after running around like a shitty vigilante!

All three. Bakugo might carry himself as a perfect warrior, boasting of never earning a scratch, but he's broken, cut, burned, bled, many times in his life. From fights to training. U.A. taught medical classes, but Bakugo learned general first aid as a boy and only improved from there. He knows how to handle wounds and injuries during a battle if needed, though most of it's skilled patchwork to hold out until proper medical treatment's found.

As for burns... given his Quirk, Bakugo's mom made sure he knew how to treat them. Even if it had been an accident, if something happened to other kids Bakugo was playing with as a boy, he had to take responsibility for his own power.]

Pera pera pera. Say you're a habitual liar and shut it. [So much faster than playing with his stupid words. A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid.

It is fucking not the same.

Bakugo finishes up with Kleken's other arm and leans back on the bed for another look over.] Where else? [He pays more attention to the man's tentacles than Kleken's words; don't think he missed them outing their owner's bullshit earlier.]