TDM 06

[goldmods]

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

On behalf of the house and resort, we would like to advise all Game 52 players to exercise caution around the Golden Peacock for the next few weeks. The veil between 'what is' and 'what has been' grows thin and the threads of fate have tangled in unexpected ways. We are currently observing how these two phenomena behave when they occur simultaneously and act in concert.

We advise that all guests monitor their physical states until the veil thickens once again and the threads of fate return to running parallel. If you find yourself undergoing any strange transformations, please report to the Broken Wing clinic for observation. We will do our utmost to make sure you are comfortable during this time.

You may also notice other strange phenomena around the Golden Peacock while the veil is thin. Please continue to exercise caution. New wayward spirits have joined us during this time. While spirits are crossing, it is possible for guests to get swept along into the ghostly realm.

As always, please let us know if there is anything we can do to improve your stay. 】

HEADS

BASEMENT SUITES

SQUEEZING IN

► Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to the rooms that have the most overall vacancies — the basement suites. Despite their small size and narrow twin beds, characters are stuffed up to three in a room. Don’t worry, that’s why the staff have thoughtfully removed the doors of every new arrival's room. It's easier to stuff inside that way, isn't it? More space for everyone!

► Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are warm autumnal plaids made of thick flannel to help keep warm through the supernatural chill. Some of these robes are more elaborate than others, with seasonal patterns like apples or pumpkins.

► Existing characters currently living in a basement suite may find one or two new arrivals taking up residence in their room. The staff appreciate your understanding and willingness to share during this influx of new guests and spike of supernatural activity! There's safety in numbers. It's to everyone's benefit, really.

ICY HALLWAYS

► The normally dirty and forgotten hallways of the basement suites are in even worse shape than usual. Yellow stains ripple down the walls, the floor is coated in dust, and there are suspicious globs of something in the corners. Their standard chilly temperature has taken a sharp plunge to freezing. Guests without any resistance to cold will find it challenging to walk around the hallways without bundling up. For those that don't have the proper clothing, the staff suggest sharing some body heat and fucking to make do. They probably shouldn't have removed all those room doors, huh...

► Don't even talk about going out and about without shoes! Stepping in one of those gloopy puddles may unexpectedly trigger a fever or other similar illness. As time passes and the supernatural grows stronger, these goopy masses will crawl the walls and drip from the ceiling. As they grow stronger, so will the physical reaction to touching them. Guests may experience any of the CLUBS effects when the sludge is especially potent.

► When walking in any of the basement suite hallways, characters may hear the ghostly whispers from the maintenance levels. They are stronger than usual and can be heard on even the rank 3 and rank 4 floors. What's more, these whispers, if directed at a particular guest, can be heard by everyone in the vicinity. Whispers may provoke, accuse, and guilt characters by targeting their insecurities or regrets. These whispers will slowly turn to screams the closer the date creeps toward October 31st.

COMMUNAL BATHROOM GHOULS

► The ghouls in particular start becoming audacious as supernatural influence strengthens. A pesky group of water ghouls have marked the basement communal bathroom as their territory. Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or aren't paying attention to their surroundings may find themselves cornered by water ghouls in the showers. The ghouls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair for shits and giggles. 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 and 2s.

► Some especially raunchy water ghouls have taken to haunting the toilets, showers, and baths. The toilet ghouls have especially long tongues, which they stick out to get a lick of some unsuspecting ass. The bath ghouls, the most attractive of the lot, pretend to be guests and try to lure new arrivals and low ranks into a clandestine affair. The shower ghouls hide and outstretch their arms to shamelessly grab and squeeze whatever their grubby claws can touch.

► Despite the bravado, these water ghouls are not very strong and can be easily dealt with. They will run if someone overpowers them. They will flinch and hide if someone screams too loudly. And, most importantly, they're absolutely terrified of dry towels. They're supposed to be wet, damn it! Don't threaten them with being dry. Aiming a hair dryer at them is enough to get them curled on the ground in agony.

TAILS

BROKEN WING CLINIC

THE MORGUE

► Did we mention that we had some overbooking? Some unfortunate new arrivals won't be waking up in the basement suites with their peers. These guests, with a stroke of bad luck, will find themselves waking up in the morgue of the Broken Wing clinic. The morgue has never seen a real dead body before — so when waking up on morgue tray sliders, they thankfully won't be assaulted by any rancid smells.

► New arrivals waking up in the morgue will be covered with a white sheet. They will also be dressed in a standard white hospital gown, each of their big toes tagged with a cause of death. These causes of death, however, all seem to be a bit unusual. They range from 【 DIED AFTER SIX CONSECUTIVE ORGASMS, ABSOLUTE KING 】 to 【 DIED OF LITERAL EMBARRASSMENT, WHAT A DORK 】... it's not like the doctor expected you to see them!

► Some especially unlucky guests will find that the door to their tray slider is locked. The keys to all of the tray sliders, as well as several mortuary tools, are available around the room for those that are kind enough to lend these poor souls a helping hand! It's just a matter of finding them. The desk and tool areas of the morgue are shockingly messy, as if the doctors and nurses left in a rush. Wonder why that is?

ABANDONED CLINIC

► Exploration of the clinic will yield some interesting results. Despite reception advising that those affected by the veil thinning should report to the clinic for observation, Broken Wing is completely void of any medical staff. The hallways are in ruin. Cabinets with medical files are empty. The beds have no patients. Even the air is musty. Broken Wing appears to have been abandoned for a long time.

► A small stroke of good luck — even if the doctors are gone, medical and general supplies can still be found scattered throughout the clinic. Guests can utilize staff clothing if they don't want to run around in those open-back hospital gowns. Over the counter medicines and bandages are available. Guests that may have had their eye on the harder prescription stuff can take this opportunity to scrounge through the clinic's pharmacy, now that there is no pharmacist to guard the goods.

► As exciting as a clinic free for all is, guests should be careful...

WALKING UNDEAD

Loud noises echo from the clinic's basement. Thud, thud, thud — heavy footsteps resound through the otherwise eerie silence. Muffled voices come in strange breaks, as if the speakers are having difficulty moving their mouths. Slowly, from around the corners and up the stairs, a group of long-standing guests drag their bodies awkwardly toward the sounds and warmth of any "living" guests in the clinic. Blue lips gape. Their skin is waxy and strange. They stare with red and yellow eyes. Then, slowly, they begin to drag their bodies forward...

► Zombified long-standing guests have been lurking in the clinic. These zombies are hungry for flesh in all meanings of the word. Some want one, some want the other, and some want both. Though they move slowly and have little control over their dead appendages, they are relentless, and will chase any non-zombie guests through the clinic.

► However, these zombies will not leave Broken Wing. Leaving the clinic is akin to a safe getaway. Those that want to fight will find that these zombies are fairly traditional: destroying their heads will kill them.

► A bite or scratch from a zombie is a potent aphrodisiac. The guest that is bitten or scratched will similarly begin to hunger for flesh... mostly in the horny way, but if you want to play it in the hungry way, we support you. Guests will not transform into zombies from a bite or scratch. The aphrodisiac will continue to burn through their system until sexual satisfaction is achieved. Going without "the cure" with result in fever, hallucinations, chills, muscle pain, and other extremely uncomfortable symptoms.

MAIN LOBBY

THE VEIL THINS

A STRANGE MOON & ENDLESS NIGHT

► Darkness pervades the main lobby despite clocks claiming that morning hours have come. The grand chandeliers and fixtures are not working, so staff hurry to light lanterns around the central hub and connecting hallways. A strange full moon floats in the center of the lobby. This moon hovers silently, always staying close to the high ceiling, and never changes its phase even when passing days begin accumulating.

► Those that bask in the pale light of the moon for too long may begin to feel an itch of strangeness... this itch will go away once farther from the moon. Once a guest basks in the moonlight, they might feel the overwhelming urge to continue doing so. It's inexplicable how this gentle moonlight feels like it can help them become their true self.

► An endless night will continue to accompany the moon. This night covers the entire main lobby, front reception, the elevator bank, and several hallways that deposit into the lobby. While the endless night is in play, all affected areas will feel the cool breeze and unique weight of a genuine deep night. Unlike the weather and time simulations offered in the garden and vale, this night is poignantly real despite happening indoors.

THE ROOKERY SETTLES DOWN

The Rookery, the elusive wandering night market, settles down beneath the moon in the main lobby. Construction of wooden stalls takes no time at all, offering a proper shopping experience compared to their usual tents and makeshift sheets. The sellers of the Rookery are more lively than usual, their ghostly faces illuminated by the light of the moon. They aggressively boast about their wares and try to hook customers over to their booths.

► Worthwhile treasures to be found in the Rookery. Truly useful items worth haggling for.

WOODEN MASKS: Charmed wooden masks that allow the wearer to blend in seamlessly with the supernatural. Come in fox, wolf, and tanuki styles.

MAGIC TALISMANS: An assortment of talismans with elemental capabilities. A snap of fire, a dash of light, a flash of ice, and so on. Useful in a pinch.

WARDING INCENSE: A lovely scent of Jasmine that keeps the ghosts and annoying exes away. Calms even the ghosts in the basement and maintenance levels.

ZOMBIE PILLS: Another cure for the symptoms to the above Zombie bite, found under our TAILS prompt above. Will completely cure the bitten party. Unfortunately, these pills must be administered rectally.

GHOST BELL: Helps the living find a wayward ghost. Particularly useful for finding those that have been separated from their bodies when getting mixed in to the ghosts crossing.

HOLY WATER: Burns the flesh of demonic and monstrous entities. Also clears the skin of any blemishes.

► Cursed treasures to be found in the Rookery. Scam artists boldly lie about how these items are blessed despite knowing full well that they're not.

BLACK CANDLE: Burn this candle and make a wish, it will come true. In actuality, the wish will be fulfilled but in the worst way possible, a la the classic monkey's paw. It also smells bad, like cheeto feet.

BLESSED TUNIC: A tunic that will ward off any attacks from the living or the dead. In actuality, this tunic does keep people away ... but only because it makes the wearer smell pungently of body odor.

VIAL OF POWER: A draught guaranteed to improve your strength and make you more appealing, sexually. In actuality, all this liquid does is make the drinker gassy. Best guarantee is that you'll fart every three steps.

LUCKY PENNY: A significant increase in luck! Technically true... but in actuality, the luck is bad luck. Small things, like stubbing your toe or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

A REAL SOLID GOLD RING: An exquisite piece from the ancient ages, made of pure gold that holy virgin priestesses wore when bathing in celestial light. Fake ass ring made of tinfoil. Makes your finger green.

1000 YEAR OLD WINE: The most delicious wine to ever exist! Coveted by emperors and gods alike! Tastes okay, and the alcohol content is high, but changes the drinker's voice into an embarrassing high pitch that cracks often. Also, can potentially make your ass hair grow long. Like, really long.

► Plenty of junk, knickknacks, and used clothing can also be found for reasonable prices. The sellers in the Rookery prefer to trade but will take chips since they're in such a good mood thanks to the influx of yin energy.

BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS

OUT OF SERVICE

A LONELY GHOST (EASY MODE)

► While the moon is full in the main lobby, the elevators are out of order. Staff will ask guests to kindly use the stairs and, due to the urgency of the situation, allow them to use the special back hallways usually exclusive to staff. Back hallways have the ability to traverse great distances in the stretch of an average hallway. The downside is that these back hallways and all the stairs around the main lobby are plunged into the darkness of the moon's endless night. While there are candles, their light doesn't travel very far.

Well. That isn't the only downside.

► Though there are numerous wayward spirits passing through, one stubborn ghost sticks around to haunt the hallways and stairs. The lonely ghost takes on the appearance of a charming young man or woman before approaching guests to ask, "Am I pretty? Will you kiss me?" A negative response will result in continued persistence and sobbing while a positive result will result in frenzied joy.

► No matter the form the lonely ghost is taking, when it steps forward to try and initiate a kiss, its mouth will trisect open and unfurl several slimy tubes. Even with this hideous transformation its eyes will glitter with adoration and hope as it leans in for a passionate smooch... it can't help that it was born this way! It just wants love too!

► The ghost will chase would-be lovers through the hallways, a la Scooby Doo. However, escaping the lonely ghost isn't difficult, and it will change targets when it spots someone else to pursue.

A LONELY MONSTER (INTENSE MODE)

...drip... drip... drip...
► In the deepest corridors and the darkest corners lurks another creature. It scuttles across the ceiling, dripping slime from its maw and curled tentacles, waiting for unsuspecting guests to pass by with delightful anticipation. This tentacled monster is more aggressive than the lonely ghost, looking to snatch up anyone it can find and steal them away to its sticky nest. This monster is greedy and willing to snatch up as many guests as it possibly can.

► This tentacle creature is extremely fast and aggressive. It will chase its prey through the hallways with incredible speed. Its flesh is difficult to pierce, though not impossible. Bloody it up enough and it'll scuttle away to tend to its wounds before heading back out again looking for prey.

► However, this monster isn't looking to eat its captured victims. No, no, no. Stop crying, beloved captured prey. It just so happens to be this monster's breeding season. The lonely monster will use its tentacles to pleasure its captured prey and, potentially, lay its eggs inside particularly suitable guests. Don't worry — if you like tentacles but not so much the eggs, this monster is particular about the mother(s) of its monster cubs. It won't take anyone. Only those that especially catch its eye.

► Not that there will be any monster cubs. Unfortunately, this tentacle monster really needs another tentacle monster to properly raise a family. Any guests imbued with eggs will be left to shit them out. Thankfully, they're on the small side.

THE ELEVATORS

Wait... weren't the elevators out of order?

► Throughout the next few weeks there will be clear signs and posts around the elevator bank that the elevators are not currently in service and that guests should use the back hallways and stairs. However, at random times, the elevators will appear to be fully functional. Their doors will slide open in front of guests, emitting an inviting glow out into the darkness. The door will remain open until someone steps inside.

► Any guests brave enough to ignore all of the classic horror movie signs that these elevators are possessed as hell will be locked inside once the door closes. A childish giggle rings inside before the elevator plunges into darkness and everything jerks wildly. Elevators will play the classic tower of terror prank of plunging for several floors before spitting guests out in a random location. If the ghost is feeling particularly cheeky, it may spit its prisoners out somewhere they would really hate to be.

MONSTER MASH

ITCH BENEATH THE SKIN

OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE

► Guests that spend too much time amongst the wandering spirits or who end up swept along with a group of them hurrying into a wall may find themselves knocked out of their bodies and forced into ghost form. Their bodies will collapse while their spirit is swept away into the resort.

► While in spirit form, guests can do everything a ghost can! They can walk through walls, possess or haunt their friends, and even infiltrate the dreams of other guests. Whatever ghostly tropes you would like to lean into, including the Patrick Swayze love experience, are at your disposal.

► The longer they're away from their body, however, the harder it will be to readjust to the flesh. There's also the small issue of staff picking up any "dead" bodies and shipping them over to the morgue. If they spend too long playing outside, wayward spirit guests may have to head over to the morgue to find their body (please see TDM prompt Arrival, Tails for details on why this sucks for them).

MOONFLUENCE

► The moon grows stronger after several days of gathering strength in the main lobby. Those that have basked in its light, even if it was only for a short while, may begin to feel that itch again... only this time it does not abate. The sensation becomes maddening, rippling beneath the flesh without restraint. Then — suddenly — it breaks free.

► Guests are transforming into monsters of all kinds under the influence of the moon. There is no limit on the type of monster that guests can transform into. Some guests may transform into vampires and weres while others may turn into dragonkin and tentacle monsters. The moon does not discriminate. Players are welcome to turn their characters into any kind of creature or monster they would like.

► Transformations do not need to be complete. Guests may have half or partial transformations. Transformations also vary in duration; a guest could potentially turn into several monsters over the course of the moon's rise in the main lobby. A guest could be a werewolf for an hour and shift into a vampire the next. Of course, a guest could also remain a werewolf for the entire duration of the moon's influence. This moon really loves some chaos.

► Any guests undergoing monster transformation may also utilize any of the DIAMONDS effects. In typical Golden Peacock fashion, transformations can also automatically come with intense arousal to get these guests into the freaky monster fuckin' spirit.

THE VALE

OVERGROWN WILDS

INFLUX

► In an effort to keep the monster situation under control, and to avoid mass destruction of the Golden Peacock, staff are attempting to corral any transformed guests into the vale. Of course, there's no way for them to get nearly half of the transformed guests in there, but some of the monsters seem to enjoy the more natural ambiance the vale provides.

► As more and more guests transform into monsters, the staff have little choice but to place advertisements for monster hunters. The job is easy enough: anyone who has not been transformed qualifies and the job description is to drag monsters into the vale for containment. Monster hunters will earn a medium payout for every transformed guest they toss into the vale. Monster hunters that fuck the monster before tossing them into the vale will receive an additional large payment.

► Transformed guests that turn back to their normal form will be allowed to leave the vale. Not that the staff can actually do much to stop them from leaving when they're monsterized, to begin with...

TERRAIN

► The vale has been shifted into night mode for the next few weeks to accommodate the newly turned monster guests. A full moon hangs overhead, though unlike the monster moon in the main lobby, this moon is digitized on the overhead panels for the sake of ambiance.

► A thick fog perpetually runs through the forest and weather simulations such as rain and snow rotate on a timer to provide a realistic experience. Every type of weather common during autumn/winter rotates through the vale.

► Caverns, caves, alcoves, and other earthy terrain stretches across the base of the vale. Tall trees with giant gnarled roots provide shelter. Bioluminescent mushrooms light the way in the darkness of simulated night. A long river runs through the vale. There are also several small ponds where these rivers lead to, as well as a couple of small waterfalls.

PACK MENTALITY

► Monsters of the same type may experience a resonance, or pack mentality, triggering any of the HEARTS effects between them. For example, canine-based monsters may feel unexpected fondness toward each other and be inclined to create a pack or share a den. Feline-based monsters may feel affectionate and groom one another. Aquatic-based creatures may feel that lightning shock of love at first sight. You get the idea!

► Resonance that triggers a Hearts effect can occur between monsters of different types but it's less common. Like calls to like, and monsters of the same or similar types will be naturally drawn toward one another.

SMOKED EGG

DEN OF THE BLOODTHIRSTY

THE COVEN

► Some of the civilized monsters refuse to be caught in the vale. Particularly, a coven a vampires has flooded into the Smoked Egg and transformed it into a den of debauchery. Gone are the gauzy curtains and pillows, replaced with stark red and black upholstery that lends itself to the vampiric aesthetic. The smoke, however, remains a haze over the lounge. This smoke is imbued with a relaxant to help loosen up any "prey" that wanders into their den.

► As far as prey goes — any creature that isn't a vampire applies. Prey will be doted upon and coaxed with the hopes of being fed upon. All those who come to the Smoked Egg will be encouraged to dip into hedonism with the coven and join in the sensual vampire orgy. Clothing in the lounge is optional, with many couples making love right in the open where other guests can watch.

► Guests that have turned into vampires, or were vampires to begin with, will be warmly welcomed by the coven. All vampires are capable of turning other guests into vampires through siring — this ritual involves exchanging blood between the master and sire, and will create an empathic bond between them. Vampires of the coven are happy to teach newly turned vampires how to do this trick if they don't already know. While guests can still shift from a vampire into another monster under the moon's influence, or return to a normal human, this empathic bond with their "creator" could potentially remain indefinitely.

VAMPIRIC LUXURIES

► The bar is stocked with numerous blood-based cocktails. Some blood has been collected in bottles, while other drinks are made from the blood of live and willing donors. The cocktails run the gambit of accompanying effects — players may select any SPADES effects for drinks at the vampiric bar.

► Though the core coven that have taken up residence in the Smoked Egg seem to be exhibitionists, there are numerous back rooms for those that prefer some privacy. Rather than traditional beds, however, guests will find luxurious coffins. There's nothing quite like fucking in a coffin, is there? Especially an upright one!

► We can't forget the vampire's pride and joy: the blood pool. This pool is filled with 100% bona fide blood, perfect for a round of fucking or just some relaxation. This pool is kept at a warm temperature because cold blood just isn't as good. Non-vampire guests will be encouraged to add some blood to the pool. It's the least you can do after being waited on hand and foot, after all.

BALANCE RETURNS

TIME TO TAKE THAT PTO

THE HOUSE TAKES A VACATION

► Between getting pummeled by guest shenanigans earlier in the month and then managing an invasive monster moon, the house is exhausted. Even near-omnipotent manifestations have a bottom line. Since the house isn't really going anywhere it's more accurate to call this a staycation, but either way, it's not taking any calls for a while.

► A general notice will flash on the electronic bulletin boards that due to overwork, the usual staff have also been granted paid time off by the house. Given how haggard the receptionists, bellhops, and cleaners all look after cleaning the Peacock from head to toe after overwhelming monster mischief, it's a much needed break. The Golden Peacock, after great efforts, is restored to semi-normal from most monster-caused damage. Some reminders remain, like those scuff marks that won't come out no matter how hard the cleaners scrub.

► During this time, the house will not be causing any mischief and harassing guests. It's a time of decompression for everyone. Right about now it's sitting back with a glass of whiskey and wondering why these recent guests have been such a handful compared to years past. It's almost like they don't want to lose themselves in hedonism and debauchery!

THE B-TEAM

► Of course, the house won't leave the Golden Peacock totally unmanned. The guests still need tending to! During this rest period, temps and back of house staff that don't typically work front of house are filling customer service roles. You know what that means: minor inconveniences abound.

► The B-team is nowhere near as good as the usual staff. Simple mistakes are more common during this time. Deliveries are sent to the wrong suites, the wrong dining service arrives, the towels aren't washed, and the front desk knows literally nothing outside of the basic function of checking guests in. It's not even worth asking when the house will be back, let alone asking for some other manager. But after the chaos of the past month, maybe these small annoyances aren't all that bad?

► The house will be back! ... Later. For now, the Golden Peacock is quiet, even the most party-hard guests fatigued from the past year of fun. What's to come? You'll just have to wait and see.

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: aphrodisiac; biting; blood; body horror; coercion; death (referenced); dubcon; fear; furries; ghosts; horror themes; monsters; noncon; orgy; oviposition; scratching; tentacles; transformation; vampires; wounds; undead; xeno; zombies

▶ 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 October event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from October 15th - November 3rd. All supernatural phenomenon will increase in strength over time, culminating in peak activity on All Hallows' Eve. The days following Halloween will relax, leading into eventual normalcy. Some locations are spared the supernatural frenzy, so players can play as normal if they wish to avoid these tropes/prompts. Players may assume that the supernatural come and go in the above specifically incorporated locations.

▶ 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!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate. This TDM in particular has the potential to get real wild, so we want to emphasize this request!

▶ 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.

▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!

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kajiyama fuuta | MILGRAM | 2♦️

[pyrolyzed]

i. walking undead ( clinic ; newbies or current ; gen-leaning, open to nsfw )

[ All he wanted was some fucking fresh bandages, was that really too much to ask for? Apparently, since he hadn't even been able to nab the damn things before those zombies had come bursting in thrugh some door in the clinic. Fuuta doesn't even remember what had happened during the ensuing chaos, other than that he'd run like hell, managing to refrain from screaming in terror only because he didn't have the breath to waste on it.

It's some sort of supply closet that he's sequestered himself in now ... along with another hapless person caught up in the mess. Sorry. ]

... you think we can make a run for it? [ Fuuta keeps his voice at a low mutter as he squints through the darkness of the closet; the lighting seeping in through the cracks around the door just barely keep the closet from being pitch black. ] They keep wandering around past the door, so I don't think they're just gonna go away.

[ Indeed, the shuffling and groaning (and, honestly, horny) sounds from the zombies outside keep coming and going, never wandering too far from the closet door. Then again, that's always how people get bitten in zombie movies, isn't it? While trying to make a run for it. So ... what's the correct answer here? ]

ii. moonfluence ( monster transformation )

[ He should probably be more worried about this. Like, yeah he's used to this place pulling all sorts of stupid bullshit by now, but still. A full-on physical transformation? Not just the addition of dumb bunny ears and a tail?

And, like, he is concerned at first when he suddenly finds jagged horns pushing their way out of his skull, a huge spiked tail ripping its way out of the fabric of his sweatpants, nails lengthening to talons and his breaths starting to come hot with embers -- but weirdly, that concern doesn't last long at all. It's in part because of the familiar heat of his diamond mark starting to work its way through his veins, he's sure, that itchy hunger a sensation he's growing all too accustomed to by this point. But also ... there's a strange elation that comes with these physical changes. A desire to move, to hunt, to poke and prod, and to bite. As his (now literal) lizard brain muscles its way to the forefront, thinking too hard about anything becomes a chore, and instead he wants to seek people out. Maybe share a little heat with them, even -- embers dance with his next low laugh of an exhale. ]

a. a spicy treat ( around the resort ; probably nsfw )

Hey.

[ Any individuals caught wandering the resort alone during these spooky times might be alerted to the sound of a voice calling to them from behind. Is it someone they recognize, when they turn around? Either way, Fuuta gives an upward nod as he saunters closer, hands shoved in his pockets in his usual slouched posture -- though his shoulders are even more rounded than usual, compensating for his change in balance, with the added horns and the tail that lazily swishes behind him. ]

You're out by yourself? [ He asks, when he knows damn well that they're both alone at the moment; he made sure of it before piping up. ] It's kinda dangerous to be wandering around alone right now, isn't it. What with all the stuff going on right now.

[ There's the vague pretense that he's just making friendly small-talk, but Fuuta's never been a good liar at the best of times. There's an uncharacteristically sharp focus in his gaze as he looks his target over, teeth gleaming sharp when he gives a little grin. ]

b. one more time ( vale ; gen or nsfw )

[ Okay, so it turns out even a strength- and stamina-boost from his new features doesn't make him that strong, especially compared to everyone else here. Some hunter's managed to nab him (probably without even much difficulty) and hand him over to the staff, and now he's stuck in the Vale, instead of getting to roam around the rest of the resort. Bummer. ]

This is boring ...

[ A low mutter to himself as he slinks around the Vale, looking for something to sate his itchy hunger for stimulation, and Fuuta finds himself gravitating towards the nearest available person -- whether they're a fellow monster, or a hunter here to drop off their latest catch, or even just a regular guest enjoying the view(?) here. ]

Hey. [ His tail ends up whapping against them from its idle swishes when he sidles over, nudging a lot closer than he usually would; he's normally a lot more conscious of personal space, but that seems like such an insignificant worry in the moment. And his body runs hot like this, almost like a space heater when he presses up close to whisper, ] Let's escape from here. It can't be that hard, right.

[ ooc ; Fuuta's monster form takes cues from a salamander-type dragon! In addition to his salamander physical features, he'll also have some opt-in features for any nsfw scenarios: a reptilian hemipene, and/or bodily fluids (mostly spit and sweat) having aphrodisiac effects. :^) If you're interested, please just let me know (here/through PMs/wherever else) whether you'd like one or both of the opt-in features, otherwise I'll omit them! ]

iii. wildcard!

[ Open to anything else! Also open to basically every other prompt, so please feel free to wildcard me anything else, or hit me up through PMs or ping me at databomb if you'd like to plot something! Or just leave me a blank header if you're feeling daring and I'll RNG a starter for you, fingerguns. I'd be particularly interested in the tentacle monster prompt or any variation of the vampire den prompts, but think those might do better with a custom starter; please feel free to contact me if you're interested in either of those, and I'd love to get something started for us! ]

ii b

[tfy]

[Ever since the Hearts game, he's been coming to the Vale to visit his birds at least twice per week. Feeding them birdseed, singing to them, and seeing what shiny new things they've accumulated since last time. It's a lovely way to relax and pass the afternoon away.

Or at least it used to be. There's nothing "relaxing" about this, however: not only has the Vale been plunged into darkness (despite it being the middle of the day), but he's seeing all kinds of creepy-looking monster things roaming around! All these part-human, part-beast types! He's been mostly keeping to his room, in hopes of avoiding the "strange phenomena" his watch warned him about, but it looks like that stuff has spread to the Vale, and now every nerve in his body is telling him to run.

But he can't without calling attention to himself, so here he is stuck in a treehouse. He cradles his bird daughter close to his chest, telling her to shhh. Yet she starts squawking up a storm as someone—or something—approaches. Hiyori's blood turns cold when he sees the outline of horns, not to mention a huge tail swinging around. This is it! He's been found, and he's about to become monster chow!!

The tail makes contact. He bites down on his tongue to hold back a shriek. But then his voice comes out half-shrieked, anyway, when the monster suddenly talks and startles a response out of him.]

Nope! I'm good right where I am, thanks!!!

[He leans as far away from the monster as humanly possible. Meanwhile, his magpie proceeds to pick up a shiny clip-on earring and pelt Fuuta's head with it, before hiding behind a nearby tree branch. Perhaps she hoped to divert attention away from Hiyori and towards herself. What a heroic girl she grew up to be! He's so proud! Or he would be, if he wasn't scared out of his mind.

But with the monster pressed so close to him, Hiyori also gets a look at its face. And when he sees that, well, he freezes for a different reason.]






............. wait. You're that guy?

[pyrolyzed]

[ Well! Well well well! How the turn tables!

He'd been sidling up without much thought, honestly too distracted by an animalistic urge to seek out anyone for enrichment, that he hadn't bothered trying to get a look at his victim's face. And while Fuuta does give a startled flinch and scoots back a solid pace or two at the sudden shouting -- especially because the rise in volume has his ears ringing afterward -- he otherwise just stares at Hiyori for a moment. Needing that half-second's pause to process what he's seeing.

Then he gives a nasty little cackle, inadvertently showing off the jagged, shark-like points of his teeth. ]

Oh, it's you.

[ He'd backed off to the entrance of the treehouse in his surprise, but now Fuuta slinks his way fully into Hiyori's precious little hideout, the snaking of his tail behind him lending an eerie, uncharacteristic grace to his movements. His eyes, too, seem to glow dimly in the darkness as he looks around. ]

Yeah, it's me. Whatever's going on here got me good. [ Here, Hiyori's brave little magpie assaults him, but Fuuta only clicks his tongue at the earring pinging off his horn, waving the bird away with the flick of a clawed hand. Whatever. It's something that would have bothered him more under normal circumstances, but in his current state, it feels insignificant. ] Though I guess it could be worse -- I don't feel too bad this time. ... kind of in good condition, actually.

[ He'd been glancing idly over his shoulder, out the doorway over the rest of the Vale, but Fuuta swiftly turns his attention back to Hiyori with an eyebrow raised. ]

What're you doing here, anyway? You found yourself a little hideout and then got stuck because they decided to chuck everyone who got transformed in here? [ That tail swishes idly behind him, an underline to his little pause before he continues: ] You know that's not gonna work forever, right. They keep chucking more people here, and there's only so far we can spread out. You're gonna get found eventually. Like this.

[tfy]

[That ominous chuckle raises his hair on end, as does the flash of teeth. Those teeth could easily pierce right into him, puncturing the flesh and draining his blood. And here he'd thought that getting turned into a stone statue was the worst he had to worry about. Nope, turns out there's worse than that! Now there are monsters on the loose!

Except this monster looks awfully familiar. Not the teeth, the horns, the glowing eye(s?) or the tail. But that rust-colored hair, slumped posture, and unsmiling face? Those all belong to "Eyepatch Guy," otherwise known as "pz with a lot of numbers after it," otherwise also known as Fuuta-kun!

Even knowing the monster's identity, Hiyori can only gape. The fact that Fuuta seemed like such a pitifully weak person only renders the monster transformation that much more impactful. Why, he can hardly believe it. But here the guy is, saying this place "got him good," which is the understatement of the century from where Hiyori's standing (or cowering in fear, rather).

While Fuuta eyes the doorway, Hiyori considers diving out a window. He'd have to jump quite aways, but he has strong legs! He jumped off the roof of a shrine shortly before getting kidnapped here, and he landed on his feet back then! But there are other monsters down below, and he'd have to outrun them, too. And, well, that's a dicey prospect.

Maybe he doesn't need to run from this particular monster. As Fuuta keeps talking, he suggests himself to be lucid enough. No roaring, no hissing, no spitting flame, and no attempts to eat him (yet). He's in "good condition," he says, before correctly deducing Hiyori's predicament. And that gives him an idea that doesn't involve flinging himself out a window. If Fuuta's brain is still human, that means he can be reasoned with!]

Then I guess it's a good thing you found me.

[Hiyori straightens up on the cushions, no longer inching away with a terrified look in his eyes. On the contrary, he looks Fuuta straight in the eye(s?!), prepared to manipulate the hell out of him. How?

By appealing to his sense of justice! That's how.]

It's exactly as you said. I came here to visit my birds, and when I saw those monsters roaming around, all I could think to do was hide. But you won't kill me or eat me, will you? Attacking someone defenseless would be completely unjust. And I know how you feel about justice! ♪

[He smiles. Fuuta wouldn't want to make this smile disappear, would he??]

[pyrolyzed]

[ lol. lmao, even.

Hiyori barely gets to finish that last obnoxious sentence before Fuuta lunges in.

Not to attack, but it sure did look like it for a second! Fuuta feigns taking a big bite out of him, those sharp teeth snapping audibly shut a half-inch away from the tip of Hiyori's nose. When Fuuta huffs out a hard exhale past a clenched jaw, embers and stray licks of flames light up the meager space between them. ]

Shut it. You think I don't know you're just saying that?

[ He leans in afterward, reaching a hand forward -- long black talons where his nails used to be, gleaming dully in the moonlight filtering through the window -- to thrust over Hiyori's shoulder, cornering him against those cushions. With Fuuta leaning in this close, Hiyori might feel the unnatural heat radiating off his body; the transformation has Fuuta's body heat running on overdrive, and his presence feels sweltering at this close proximity, further adding to the pressure he's exuding at the moment. ]

You're the one who wouldn't shut up about how people should only do what they want. You think I couldn't tell? You were basically making fun of me whenever I talked about that stuff -- about doing the right thing, and things needing to be fair. You don't actually give a shit about any of that, yeah? You just do what feels true to you, or whatever?

[ That tail swishes through the air, idly at first, as Fuuta pauses to think. Then it swings forth with more purpose to thwack into Hiyori's side. Not hard enough to properly hurt, but definitely hard enough to make its presence known, those jagged spikes rustling into the folds of his clothes as it drags over his hip, towards his navel, tugging at his clothes along the way. Fuuta stares hard at Hiyori's face the entire time, visible eye glowing faintly in the dark. ]

... you're just scared of getting killed and eaten, huh. So if it's not that, then you can't complain if I do 'what I want,' right? That's what you've been telling me all this time, right?

[ The heavy tailtip shoves against Hiyori's stomach in quiet threat. -- and while a part of him is certainly hungry enough to want to carry out his threat, what Fuuta wants more in the moment is fear. Fuuta knows Hiyori assumes he's always harmless and weak and helpless, when it's just that circumstances have kept fucking him over; time to see how Hiyori likes it when he's the one caught on the back foot. ]

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[malpwactice]

[The skip is back in Aak's step. The first few weeks of October had been a big pile of nothing. His body was left recovering from the stress of the painting fallout. He had pushed his body to its limits and his body has taken its payment. Now, he was finally starting to feel like himself again. He finally felt safe walking down empty hallways,]

[or, well, more safe.]

[He has to remind himself, when he hears another set of footsteps, that the other him was gone. He won, he survived, whoever is following him can be dealt with. That fear melts even further when he turns and sees that it's Fuuta. It's an altered Fuuta, sure, but it's not as if he would be out of place on the Rhodes Island landship. Fuuta could only have power when Aak yielded it. His eyes are fine right now. His suit isn't acting up. He tilts his head,]

Yea? [the Feline smiles,] You lookin' for a little revenge, are ya'?

[He could tell that this wasn't concern directed at him. He had been the target of Fuuta's concern and it was rough, awkward, and irate. The way he tried to deliver it smoothly immediately makes Aak suspicious. So, his prediction is that Fuuta's gotten himself some new toys, maybe his head's been a little fucked with, he's going to try something in retaliation for all Aak's fun. That's fine. He's nothing to be scared of.]

the revenge is aak getting forcefed cup noodles

[pyrolyzed]

[ Aak smiles, and Fuuta returns it in turn -- a proper, wide, uncharacteristic grin. It's a far cry from the usual dour expression he wears, and really shows off the vicious, sharp teeth he's acquired thanks to his transformation, not just the usual crooked, jagged line of his teeth that he makes some effort to hide. And his answer, too, marks a drastic departure from his usual attitude: ]

Yeah, maybe.

[ Then Fuuta steps up to close the distance between them. His steps, his movements, his posture -- it's all different from usual, imbued with a new agility and grace that might catch Aak by surprise. Especially since Fuuta doesn't stop before him, instead circling around in one smooth movement to wrap his arms around the other from behind, tucked in close under Aak's arms like a hug. That tail finishes the job -- not terribly long but stout and bulky, with smooth, reptilian skin gleaming in the resort's lighting -- wrapping around Aak's midriff to push him back into Fuuta's arms. ]

I guess you've been pulling enough shit on me that I could take revenge on you and I wouldn't be doing anything wrong. [ Fuuta leans forward to rest his chin against Aak's shoulder; his body presses right up against Aak's back this way, running hotter than usual. ] You scared?

also for the record?? opting IN

[malpwactice]

[Fine, whatever, he thinks. The moon gave him teeth. It doesn't mean he'll be able to use them for more than some desperate chewing.]

[The dismissive attitude does start to become defensive, though. There's a purpose in the other's movement that makes him start to question himself. Maybe the place has fucked with Fuuta's head just enough. Maybe he can still dismiss Fuuta and treat this just like another doppelganger- not the guy he's messed with time and time again.]

[His body's warmer than it has any right to be. The scaly tail wraps around him and pulls with surprising dexterity. It's stuffy, surrounded by that heat. He might enjoy using the guy's tail as a hot water bottle. That's clearly not the plan, though.]

You're not the first guy in the world to threaten me! [he reaches does and pats his hand against that tail. When resting his hand down, he also drags his nails against the scales. Ah, damn, that was the problem with Savra, wasn't it? Any part with scales were a bitch to get a needle in. If he had to try and defend himself he'd need to go for a squishy bit.]

What're you going to do? [Fuuta can feel his tail try to flick back and forth in the space between them,]

Eat me? [He really shouldn't put that out there, that's a viable worry for some members of the house on this moonlit night.]

you got it captain 🫡

[pyrolyzed]

[ That earns Aak a bite.

Not too hard, not enough to really hurt. But definitely hard enough to get his attention. Fuuta simply leans in and latches his jaw around Aak's throat; the texture of fur against his tongue earns a frown, but it's at least mitigated by the delicious sensation of warmth beneath his lips. The sharpness of his teeth does mean even the slightest pressure punctures through skin, but it's barely enough to earn a pinprick of blood. Fuuta holds the bite just long enough to exhale once, his breath glossing terribly warm against that mouthful of tender flesh, before pulling back -- so he can drag his tongue lewdly over the bitemark.

Then he raises his head, idly licking his lips before speaking. ]

What would I get out of eating you? [ His scoff is accompanied by a few errant sparks. ] You've been stuck in this stupid place for long enough. What do you think I'm gonna do to you?

[ And with that, he disengages, shifting to snag one hand into the back of Aak's shirt, his tail remaining snagged around the other's midriff. The ideal arrangement to start dragging him backwards, down the hall, in search of someplace quiet and dark.

In the meantime ... does Aak feel his throat tingle? That bitemark sure does feel a little hotter than a regular hickey would, huh. Throbbing with an unusual warmth that slowly works its way through his veins. Funny, that. ]

ii.a

[statuscrow]

[Red eyes narrow as Sylus feels the presence before he even hears the voice. Lip twitching at the sharp bite in Fuuta’s words; unmistakable. He turns slowly, like he isn't worried.

He's not.]

You’re alone, too.

[His wings stretch slightly, casting a dark shadow as he steps forward, the warm glow in his chest barely visible beneath the dark scales that pierce through his skin.] But you're right. It's dangerous right now.

[pyrolyzed]

[ Some nerve does light up in alarm at the sight of those spread wings -- his lizard brain lights up with the same impulses that have any animal balking at the sight of a creature larger than it.

But unlike last time, Fuuta doesn't back off or show any overt sign of fear. It's just a quicker lash of his tail behind him that suggests agitation; with his blood running hot at the moment, the urge to get one over that asshole trumps any worry of danger. ]

You think you're so cool, don't you.

[ A burst of embers accompany that last spat-out word, and there's a faint glow emanating from the back of Fuuta's throat as gives a bark of laughter. ]

But you know, I've seen you around the shit floors down in the basement. All that posing, and you're down there too, aren't you? You're really no different from me.

[statuscrow]

[He watches Fuuta’s tail lash fast, betraying the nerves the boy tries to hide behind his sharp tongue and bared teeth. It’s the same old song—anger, defiance, fear—all wrapped up in the posturing of someone trying so hard not to seem small. Sylus tilts his head, the faint glow in his chest pulsing beneath the dark scales that pierce through his skin, like something alive, warm and waiting beneath the surface.

He’s seen this before, countless times. The anger of the cornered, the bluster of those who refuse to acknowledge they’re trapped. The fire and fury of someone desperate to prove they aren’t as insignificant as they feel. Literal, in this case.

How... amusing. As if he hasn't been trying to hunt him down.]

Did you, now? [There’s no urgency in his movements or speech. He can almost feel the heat radiating from the boy’s frustration, the energy crackling.] Does it bother you, that we’re sharing the same filth?

[pyrolyzed]

[ Oh, it pisses him off. That laid-back attitude, that utter ease, the complete lack of concern with which Sylus regards him. It pisses him off that the guy seems to think himself so above it all, like he's so sure that nothing could ever rattle him.

And while under normal circumstances, Fuuta would seethe the same but know better than to actually pick a fight -- he certainly isn't as discerning in his current state. His blood runs hot, his rational mind smothered by the prickle of his brash indignation, and his next words are set to the crackle of flames building in his throat. ]

You think I'm anything like you? Looking down on everyone else, calling them filth? [ That last word is accented by a hard smack of his tail against the floor. One last warning. ] But let's see how you like having to properly deal with that filth then!

[ That last word is immediately chased by a burst of flames spat right in Sylus' direction. They're not hot enough to cause serious injury; he doesn't want to kill the guy, after all, just scare him a little. And aiming to take advantage of that distraction, Fuuta lunges in afterward, trying to latch himself onto Sylus -- wanting to sink jagged teeth into him. ]

iia

[tattooism]

[Kiritsubo has been enjoying herself, these past few days. It would be more correct to say that she had been enjoying herself ever since she arrived at the Golden Peacock, if one disregarded her underlying distaste for being spirited away by something beyond her comprehension. Over the centuries, she had come to both appreciate and avoid that which she could not manipulate the Truth of, in pursuit of her goal... But that goal was accomplished now.

And she had various costume parties and banquets to attend, both hosted by the resort and private persons who cared not to stop their revelry. For an extra sprinkle of irony, she dressed as herself, swathed in layer upon layer of rich silkkimono embroidered with dancing skeletons, flames licking at the feet of sinners, ravaging ogres covered in blood, and all manner of hellish creatures and tortures. Only certain people from her own world would understand the reference, she is sure... But it was entertaining enough as a litmus test. Just to be more "costume-y", she leaves her ears and tail out, lets the robes drape open at the chest to give far more hint of cleavage than an actual courtesan would ever have allowed. Much easier for some people to accept.

Those ears, slightly round and as pale as her snow white hair, twitch at the sound of an approach. That is to say... they twitch far before her companion ever opens his mouth to speak. And when he does... She is already ready with a smile, her dark, dark eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement.]

Are you offering to escort me, sir... ?

[She hides half her face in the voluminous sleeve draped over her wrist, the embroidery on the black robe placing a clatter of skull and bones across her cheek.]

I was heading back to my quarters, but if you think there's some sort of threat out there lurking...

[pyrolyzed]

[ Oh, she's hot. The sort of hot that he'd normally balk from, to be honest, finding her a little ... well, not intimidating, it's not like he'd ever be intimidated by a woman? (Yes, he would be intimidated by her.) But maybe assuming that she'd snub him, mentally caterogizing her as some sort of self-important snob without ever even bothering to speak to her. People like him normally never cross paths with people like her, after all; what would be the point in disrupting that status quo and dealing with all that?

But the circumstances aren't normal now, are they.

Yes, she's hot, Fuuta notes, but his (currently reinforced) reptile brain also notes -- she doesn't seem to be anyone dangerous. Whether those ears and tail are normal features for her like with Broca and Texas, or whether they've been bestowed upon her by the resort, they look more cute than they do dangerous. So. ]

I could escort you, if you want.

[ Fuuta doesn't hesitate in sidling closer, just close enough that the idle swish of his reptilian tail nudges against the hems of her clothes. Not close enough to directly touch her though, because for as much as his transformation's granted him a dose of brash courage, that still has its limits. He instead lingers at her periphery for now, hands tucked into the pocket of his hoodie as he looks Kiritsubo over. ]

But we're kind of far from the suites right now, you know. It'd be a pretty long walk back, and there's all sorts of weird stuff happening at this time of night. -- you sure you wouldn't rather kill some time until morning? [ There's a peek of sharp teeth when he circles around her back, poking back around at her other side. ] I can keep you company for a while, you know. Scare off any weirdos who might try to bother you.

[tattooism]

[Kiritsubo is hot today. Yesterday she had been handsome. The day before, wizened. The one before that, innocent. She doesn't know what she will be tomorrow yet, she hasn't decided... but now. ... Alright, the ears were more cute, it was true. They swivel and twitch to the sound of his voice, and when he approaches closer... the fluffy white tail curls, just ever so slightly, swishing over the embroidered silk pattern of souls in hell screaming in a boiling pot between where the outer robe had been slit to accommodate the appendage. She actually seems to reach for his arm when he says he could escort her, prepared perhaps to take it and hold tight... but then he moves, and her hand hovers in the air empty, dark painted nails sharp.

Her eyes, even darker, follow as he circles her. Like he was a predator, and she was his prey. ... That was cute.]

I suppose the suites are a bit far... But where would we go instead?

[Right here in the hall? My, how bold. She doesn't move to track him with anything but her eyes, allowing him the freedom to inspect and skulk as he pleased, in and out of her field of vision as her abandoned hand finds a resting place, light and airy like a butterfly on a petal, atop the knot of the silk obi belt tied lewdly at the front of her robes rather than the back. (Easy access.)]

I'd love the company...

[She is looking right at him when she says it, her fingertips slowly sliding along the pale clouds stitched into her obi, the only stretch of heaven on the clothing swathing her in hell.]

But isn't it a little... exposed, out here? If there's danger...

[My, how sharp his teeth were...]

iia

[keyeju]

[ Well now this is an interesting development. Narumi has taken it upon himself to hunt down the newly transformed residents at the request of the House. He's not even making a pretense of it being for the good of the people as much as the urge to scratch at an itch he's had since coming here. Oversized bugs aren't bad to fight, but they don't really give the kind of challenge a true kaiju can.

And while he's not all too certain that a guy like Fuuta is going to be able to give him much of a challenge either, he does look amused at the clearly transformed monster boy sauntering towards him, giving a toothy (if less sharp) grin of his own as he raises his hand in greeting. ]

Yo, eyepatch. You sure you should be worrying about me though? I can actually handle myself.

[pyrolyzed]

Don't call me that.

[ Fuuta's quick to snip that retort back, accompanied by the baring of teeth and a sharp flick of the tail. He doesn't particularly care when most people call him that, but Narumi lost the rights to it the moment he pointed out his half-blindness.

But that aside -- there's a confidence to Fuuta's gaze that Narumi might find unfamiliar, more brazen than what Fuuta had been able to muster during their encounter at the beach. The cadence of his words, too, is sharper, more aggressive, tinged with hot venom when he drawls, ]

But sure. I guess it's a good thing you can at least fend for yourself. Guess you need the money from bringing in monsters since I bet nobody's willing to have sex with you to keep your wallet fat, huh?

[keyeju]

[ Rights, rules, allowances, none of that has ever mattered much to a man like Narumi, so while Fuuta can snap at him all he wants, it doesn't seem like Narumi plans on backing down on his nickname any time soon. The fact that he's dropped the "chuuni" part probably doesn't count for much other than the fact that he wanted to save himself time.

And at least Fuuta's little barb seems to be getting to him, because his smile gets sharper as well. There's a tense, visible irritation to his expression now. ]

You talk big for a kid with no bite. Anyone ever tell you that?

[ He's making no attempt to hide the fact that he's moving towards Fuuta now. ]

I'm bringing in monsters right now because I happen to be great at this kind of thing.

ii. b. Opt in for whatever you wanna play with bbyyyyy

[armwriostle]

[The splash of water and an airy little laugh as Wriothesley rest his chin on his hand where he's settled on the shore.]

Fin tipped ears and long, willowy fins that trail from his arms, a bioluminescent glow coming from his aquatic appendages. He kicks some water with his tail fin to splash some water at Fuuta.] Escape huh? Are you going to carry me out of here? [He wriggles his tail above the water to indicate there are no feet for escaping from the boxer.]

Why not leave on your own if you don't want to stick around here? [He doesn't stop Fuuta from closing the space between them. Where Fuuta was hot, Wriothesley was cold. Opposites attracts it seems.]

🫡

[pyrolyzed]

[ He'd settled at the edge of the little pool that's serving as Wriothesley's, the tip of his tail flicking in and out of the water's surface, but Fuuta wiggles closer when he gets a response. That eager for something interesting to keep him entertained. ]

It's not like I can't just leave? [ Splish, splash. Actually, having his tail dipped in the water feels kind of nice on the leathery scales of his tail; Fuuta scoots further forward to dip it a little deeper into the water. ] I could, if I really wanted? But it's a pain doing it by myself, they've got all those staff members patrolling around being annoying and trying to chase me back in ... tch.

[ His tailtip swishes through the water. ]

I guess you really aren't gonna be much good for getting out of here, though. Aren't you bored? Just hanging out in there.

[armwriostle]

Is the entrance to the Vale being that heavily guarded? I wouldn't know, honestly. [He is, after all, kind of just stuck in this spring of water. Which was, admittedly, quite nice. His eyes dart to Fuuta's tail, attracted to the movement, before turning his gaze back to the other.

He smiles at the other. Does he think that Fuuta can carry him? Not particularly, but he'll not comment on it either.] Well, if you don't want to, then I believe you'll just have to escape on your lonesome, handsome. [He reaches out to walk his fingers over Fuuta's tail. If they're gonna be dipping their tail into the water he has made his home, he thinks that a little touching is well within his rights.]

Even if I'm bored, I can't do anything about that. I rather be bored than beached on land. One is a an endurable state and the other is humiliating. [He grins, sharp teeth on display.] Besides, people come here often enough to keep me amused. You're here right now, aren't you?

2b!

[comfypillow]

[ It’s rough out here for resort newbies. Not only do they not have any clothes, they’re expected to share close quarters with several other people. Quincy hadn’t even tried to squeeze into his assigned rank two room with those other guests before walking off to find another quiet place to sleep.

Which is why there is a large blond man stretched out on the grass in the vale. His long limbs are sprawled out lazily and are decidedly bare; he is only wearing the flimsy hospital gown he had woken up in the morgue in around his hips like a skirt for the barest modesty. He is, otherwise, completely naked. Red eyes crack open at the voice and his head turns slightly, because sitting up is too much effort to expend. ]

… no. It’s better here.

[ Quincy studies the young man in front of him without much change of expression. It isn’t that strange for someone with animalistic features to amble along, in his experience back in the Wood Territory. Here, the whole place is teeming with creatures of all kinds. What does stand out is the warmth the little lizard brings with him; it feels good, and he wouldn’t mind using such a person as a blanket now that he’s realizing his lack of one. ]

If you’re bored, come sleep.

[pyrolyzed]

[ Why is this guy so huge. Has he also been changed by whatever is going on in the resort? It sure doesn't seem like it -- Fuuta can't spot any inhuman features or monstrous appendages. So, what. He's just normally this big? Unfair.

In sharp contrast to the way Quincy regards him, calm and expressionless, Fuuta can't bring himself to sit still. The heat and jittery energy permeating throughout his transformed body demand that he keep moving, and he ends up circling around where Quincy's reclined like a restless predator, visible eye bright and fixed solely on the other man. ]

Sleep? You've gotta be kidding me.

[ Then he pounces. Not to attack, but to straddle Quincy's hips, both hands bearing down on the other man's shoulders. There's the faint hint of a threat in the way his claws dig into the thin fabric of that hospital gown, falling just short of shredding through the flimsy material, especially when Fuuta bears his weight forward to lean riiiiiight into Quincy's face. ]

Sleep's boring. Come on. You'd make it real easy getting outta here. It'll be fun. I'll make it fun, once we're out of here. [ Fuuta is, indeed, like a living hot water bottle in this form, his entire body radiating an enticing warmth as he jostles at Quincy's shoulders in insistent fashion. The whap of his tail against Quincy's thigh acts as a little dot of punctuation, beating a steady rhythm against the solid muscle there as he growls, ] Or at least, you're gonna help me get out of here. You think I'm gonna let you just sleep? Don't be stupid.

[comfypillow]

[ What is this little lizard doing. As the redhead circles, Quincy remains prone in the grass, not even bothering to follow the young man with his eyes as he goes round and round and round. He isn’t surprised when the little lizard finally pounces, only exhaling like a squashed balloon when he’s straddled. So much for a peaceful nap; he’s somehow managed to lure in a feisty troublemaker. ]

What are you doing? Stop that.

[ Quincy reaches to cuff large fingers around the lizard’s wrists to pry those claws off of his hospital gown. These are the only clothes he has, and while he doesn’t necessarily mind being naked, he doesn’t want them destroyed either.

But he doesn’t mind being straddled like this, otherwise. The hospital gown is thin and this little lizard is warm. He can feel the other man’s body heat through the flimsy fabric, a temptation that has the forest guardian narrowing his eyes in pleasure. Fun isn’t nearly as enticing as warm sleep. This would be great if he wasn’t so lively.

May as well catch two birds in one net. The little lizard wants to escape and make trouble, so may as well distract him with something else. Then, they can both sleep, and the resort will be spared more potential chaos. Not to mention that he’ll have himself a heated pillow.

Using his body weight, the hulking forest guardian pushes off the ground with his heel and rolls, pinning the other man in the grass beneath him. Those still-cuffing hands press both wrists beside his head so Fuuta can’t easily wriggle or wrest himself free. Though his body weight is more substantial, Quincy is careful to spread his legs, resting his groin against the other man instead of opting for a full-body smother. Which would be fine normally, only he’s misjudged the hem of the hospital gown. It hikes well beyond the line of modesty.

He returns a face-lean for a face-lean, lowering until he’s nearly touching the tip of this little lizard’s nose with his own. Warm breath tickles between their lips, mere inches away from each other. ]

You have too much energy.