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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ okay. she's pretty sure she's no longer on the eponymous bus anymore, upon waking up in a sheer white robe and nothing else underneath. which should be worrying, but ishmael's priorities can be quite skewed especially in times of great duress. after checking and doublechecking the car's compartments, she steps out of her ride in a hurry -- a sleek hummer that's almost half as big as mephistopheles back home -- and tumbles onto the ground, scrambling onto her feet and running towards any car she can spot, vacant or no.
she won't care if anyone's sleeping inside or even fucking around the vehicle. she Will knock incessantly at the window until the ones inside roll them down to hear her out. ]
Listen, sorry. Can you let me check your car for a sec? I think I misplaced something...
[ she runs her hand through her massive orange-red hair, almost like a nervous tic. she does have every right to be anxious when the rope that's been grounding her the whole time is missing from her head, after all. ]
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dirty dice (open to nsfw) [ she's... still pretty sure she's found herself in a District back in the City where their singularity runs on sex, or something. yeah, that's it. it's the only explanation, and she's hanging on to that.
it's why she's playing along this place's games for now, but it doesn't mean she's going to be completely fine with it, judging from how her brows knit together despite her attempts at looking calm and composed as possible in her not-so-little black dress. ]
Please tell me you've played these games before so that I won't feel too out of place. [ a sigh. ]
house of cards [ at least this game is easy enough. seems like a game she and her other sinners would play to pass the time while on transit. ]
Let's see... "What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever done?" Huh, that's rather tame.
[ is it really? it is now, and she's chinhandsing at the person sitting opposite her for their answer. take your time, king or queen or monarch. they'll be here a while. ]
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[ she doesn't remember getting drunk. she must've, after getting one too many drinks in an effort to knock herself out of this supposed dream and wake up in the bus once more. but no dice -- she finds herself in yet another room, this time tucked in with someone else. maybe a little too tucked in, with how her hair is entangled beneath the other person's slumbering form.
she attempts to get up with a groan, grabbing a bunch of her hair and just... tries to pull them from underneath her partner(?). if she wakes you up, then good. ]
H-Hey, get up. You're ruining my hair...
[ not that she's ever fussed over her hair before, but like. there's a lot of it??? so please let her go. ]
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[ permissions and kinklist here! lmk if you wanna do something else via DM! ]
[ Compared to some of the other games, the card tower seemed simple enough. As much sex as Broca has had here in the resort already, it can be nice to take a break from it every once in awhile and do a simple thing like answer invasive questions.
Though speaking of--
Ah... hmm..........
Broca's ears flatten back at the question, not looking altogether pleased by it as he combs through his memory of the past year to decide which of his encounters he felt the most shamed by. ]
If I answer without explaining all the background, is that good enough?
[ While other people may have been baffled by this strange new world, Beowulf is absolutely living for it. It's been awhile, a good while since he's been living this kind of lifestyle, but he's still got the same enthusiasm and energy that he had back in the peak of his wrestling career.. he's just maybe a lost a little bit of his smoothness. It's true, he partied a little bit too hard last night and his head is splitting. It's also been a minute since he's shared a bed with someone else, so yeah, he's probably hogging up all of the blankets. The attire he was left to sleep in was simply a white undershirt and boxers with wolf pawprints on it. Like Ishmael, he's missing an article of clothing: a wolf pelt. It's really killing his aesthetic and vibe without it. How can he awoo in front of a crowd without it?
He feels the shifting of silky hair from under his massive body, but doesn't dare move. He's heavy, she's going to have to really push at him to get him to move to free her hair from underneath his weight. He sputters slightly, groaning as pain shoots through his head. My God, he can't drink like he used to. ]
F..ffive more minutes, 'kay.
[ He's drooling.. on her hair now. She better do something quick to get him up before there's slobber all over it. It's just like sharing your bed with a big dog, I guess? ]
[ wtf. sharing a bed with a complete stranger is one thing, but having an oaf of a man drool all over her hair is something else that's totally gross and this is probably the worst thing that's happened to her since coming here. ]
Five minutes, my ass! Just roll over, you big moron--
[ if he refuses to budge, so be it. she's going to face him and push against his sleeping form with all her might. she's handled sailors who are just as big as this guy so it should be fine if she pushes him completely off the bed, right? right. ]
No, not this game, specifically. But I have played one similar.
[ earlier in her stay here, the thought of participating in little activities like this one would've been both humiliating and concerning. now, however, after a year's worth of debauchery, mona has accepted the lifestyle and the resort's peculiarities. perhaps ishmael can absorb some of her nonchalance; mona does just about shrug in response.
still, it would seem they... improved the dice this time around. she doesn't recall there being this many sides. hm. ]
So I guess games like these are that common here...
[ great, just great. kind of reminds her of the games they're forced to play back in la manchaland, but at least those bloodfiends aren't this raunchy. maybe. both places deal with thirst, after all.
she hesitates, before giving up with a sigh. ]
Yeah, go ahead. I'll get the hang of it after one round, hopefully.
[ it doesn't take murr very long to figure out how to make the window go down, opting to do that than let ishmael into his purrsonal vehicle. as the opaque barrier lowers, it reveals a grinning cat whose eyes immediately dart up to her forehead before going down to her lips, then toward her chest. ]
Oh hi! [ wow. she's got a lot of hair? murr imitates that motion, though he clearly runs out before she does. ] Inside my car? I dunno, you weren't in here before me. Unless you were?
[ tilting his head to one side, he narrows his eyes as that smile widens. ]
Is something bothering you?
[ she's not doing a good job of hiding it. he's going to pounce, obvs. ]
[ yep, that sure is her freckled chest. don't stare at it too hard catboy, you know she ain't yo type anyway 🧍♂️ ]
No no, I just got out from there --
[ turns around and points at... wtf where is her ride. there are so many cars here, bro. ]
Never mind, that's not important. What's important is... [ she pauses at murr's question, the furrow between her brows deepening. ] I'm looking for a memento. I usually wear it on my head, but when I came to, it's gone.
[ Heathcliff simply rolls on top of Ishmael. Not that he does that intentionally, or even knowingly, it's just that time in his REM cycle to roll the fuck over and trap whoever is with him underneath his ridiculous bulk. It's a bellyflop! He starfishes, an arm tossed over Ishmael's boobs and leg hiked up over her knees, and continues to snore softly. Because that's what he does. Because he's Heathcliff, the worst man alive. Sorry, Ishmael. ]
HEATHCLIFF JUMPSCARE also take your time aaaaHHHHH
[ you know what, of course she'd be sharing a bed with heath at some point. they technically share bedrooms back on the bus already, so why not take it up a notch? and sure, cop a feel or whatever. she doesn't give a fuck anymore. it's just heathcliff, truly the worst man alive.
but no, she does immensely give a fuck. scowling beneath him, she grabs his shoulders and makes her attempt at pushing his giant british ass off of her. ]
You're so lucky I don't have my mace on me right now, Heathcliff. Maybe I should just strangle you with my hair instead.
[ never mind the fact that they can't kill each other so long as dante isn't here, but. ]
(ah, yes. just what she wanted to deal with (sex dice games of all things) while she's currently going through the five stages of grief. the positive is that this somewhat got her away from her company. not for long, definitely not for long. what ishmael gets is a well-dressed wolf beside her. oh boy, oh boy does she not look the least bit like she's enjoying this. last time she got lucky to avoid the sexual part. both her partners were boys. well, that and nobody at the auction that bought her was a man.
weiss is still her savior for that and damn does she owe that woman a lot, but this isn't the time. between her and this new wildcard, she's the one that has the experience. not experience that she wants to have, it really isn't. some things just are harder to deal with, though. that includes having to make do with being trapped in the haunted sex casino and resort with a gaggle of misfits and insane people.)
Not this one in particular, the one I was dragged into on my arrival was called high or low. Difference was they had to satisfy me for a reward as a wildcard.
[ so many people with animal ears here lately... maybe that kind of prosthetic's all the rage lately? no one tell those freaks at nagel und hammer that this pocket dimension exists else their heads will be rolling.
anyway, it seems as though ishmael had arrived in opportune time. if someone were dared to pleasure her for a reward, she'd do anything to get out of it. ]
Well, judging from these dice, we might be able to get some duds. Like, "slap neck". [ though that can be deadly in certain circumstances so maybe that's a bad idea?? ] Either way, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with and vice versa. I thought people here are used to it by now.
[ What a doozy! Elysium's a little too accustomed to waking up hungover, so he has a few options at his disposal here. He could skedaddle, sure, but he could also stick around and see what there is to glean from the situation. Much like their arrival, he doubts his partner has any clearer idea of how they ended up here to begin with, but that's fine.
Knowing someone is always better than knowing no one at all. So, she's going to wake up to this fucker casually combing his hand through her hair, occasionally lifting his other hand to work out a particularly stubborn knot.
He doesn't even pause when it's clear she's awake, continuing nonchalantly until she finally speaks up. ]
Oops. Sorry about that. [ He shifts slightly, just enough for her to tug her locks free. ] I think I'm doing a pretty good job at taking care of the other half, though? Stay still.
[ she did feel someone tug at her hair in the midst of her slumber; there may be a lot of it, but she's a little sensitive when it comes to have anything to do with her hair. call it an intuition of sorts. last thing she wants is to have someone cut a lock of it and show it off to her boss, as an example. wouldn't that be fucked up?
she does stay still as instructed -- not like she can go anywhere with this crippling migraine anyway. in another life, headaches like these would've been commonplace for her. she focuses a bleary eye on the other man, brows furrowed together in suspicion. why is he doing this like he's done this before... 🧍♂️ ]
Please... tell me we didn't do anything weird last night. I don't even know who you are.
[ upon opening her mouth to speak, she realizes how parched she is after drinking like a sailor the night prior. sorry, she's going to shift in her bed and attempt to sit up after all. ]
Haha, "embarrassing"? ...I'm not sure I can answer this one.
[Across from Ishmael, the man sits primly, hands folded in his lap. A cheerful smile belies the troublesome nature beneath.]
[You see, Matoba Seiji has never felt shame in his life.]
[Leaning forward to rest his elbow upon his knee, the man really puts his thinking cap on to try and pull something from the annals of his memory. Embarrassing.... Well.... Second-hand embarrassment surely counts, right?]
I suppose it would have to be allowing that man to fuck me so often.... Really, I would like to have chosen someone less frustrating to throw my lot in with, but here we are.
[ nothing really ever fazes ishmael anymore, yet the way people talk about their sexual encounters here so glibly will never not bother her lowkey. is she going to be just as glib about her sex life the more she stays here?
she hopes not. she really hopes not. (who's gonna tell her)
still, asking this shameless guy a question that should evoke embarrassment sure did backfire, so she's going to take the L for this one. ]
You can just let him down, you know. Unless this place is capable of forcing you to do things you really don't wanna do?
[Charlie isn't a gambling man - he's settled at a dirty dice table because losing here has the least repercussions. Not that he looks dismayed. Being set up with a contrived conversation partner for the evening suits him quite well.
He's always looking for an opportunity to get to know someone new.
So he regards the wild-haired girl with an easy smile. Expressions always look a little bit evil on his face, given its sallow skin and dark eyes. He makes up for any potential apprehension with a quick answer.] I've been here a few months, but...
Never rolled the dice.
So we're in good company! We'll learn together, eh? [He toys with the dice between his fingers before reaching across the table, plunking them down with a loud clack in front of his partner.] You can go first. [His eyes lock with hers, expectant. As if he's done her a favor already.]
[ fortunately, ishmael knows better than to judge books by their covers; the sinners she rides on the bus with may look like run-of-the-mill people one would encounter on the streets, but they contain so much multitudes within them. although, not gonna lie, the man reminds her of one of the bloodfiends they'd encountered in la manchaland not too long ago -- the priest who had tried to seek salvation among their clan by holding himself back from sinful indulgence (read: human blood). but appearances aren't always everything, right?
well, she'll worry about that later. she's a little surprised that he hasn't tried these games yet despite having stayed here for a few months already, but maybe he's not the gambling sort like her. her frown deepens a little at the "favor" though, before picking up the dice and rolls.
an 8 and a 3 respectively. hm. ]
...Suck ear. [ raises her brows at this. what an odd combination. ] Is this anything?
[ they don't gotta go ahead with this if they don't wanna. so weird. ]
It's pretty commonplace, here — most of the people who've been here long enough have.
[ She remarks lazily, twirling a long silvery strand of her hair around her finger. Coquelic is dressed equally skimpily, though her breezy comfort seems to imply she's either very confident, or used to dressing this way. Maybe both! She trails her hand across her bare collarbones, dress covering the bare minimum of her chest necessary. ]
If you're unlucky enough to get a bad placement, you have to play if you want your life to improve. Just like the real world.
[ She smirks. ]
That being said, if you won't play, I can find someone else willing.
[ me like FUCK i forgot to link ish's fit for this prompt
not that it matters in the long run. she ruminates over the other woman's words, making very damn sure she doesn't stare too much at her knockers. even now she herself still chooses to dress conservatively... ]
You don't have to talk down on me just so I can play with you, you know. Not that I have a choice in the matter.
[ money makes the world go round, no matter which universe she finds herself in. and she'll do anything to get ahead and have a small payout in case she'll be staying here a while. ]
But please, go ahead and roll for us first if you're that impatient. I've got time to kill.
[ sorry i only believe in ecats and shitposting now
here they are, in bed together, and unfortunately ish has a waif of a girl clinging onto her, messy white-blue hair sticking up every which way, her nightgown hiked up practically to her waist, and her small hands gripping on surprisngly strong as she tries to nuzzle deeper into ish's side. ]
hopefully. furina's cuddling ish so tightly like an octopus plushie she doesn't ever want to let go, and ish really needs space to breathe. or just space in general.
well, she can't wait for five minutes longer. she tries to sit up and all but pushes furina's shoulder down on the mattress so that she's lying on her back, before doing the arduous task of untangling her hair around the other woman. this is exactly why she can't be the little spoon in bed unless her partner is bigger than her......... ]
[ Kabru normally paces himself when it comes to drinking, so blacking out completely is a rarity unless he's alone and having a particularly rough night. With people, he would never let himself get to this state; let alone where others can see him. It's a true mystery how he got here, but that's probably chalked down to the decadent influence of the rest of the casino.
Unfortunately for Ishmael, that means he's now here beside her, and he's somehow stripped himself down to his underwear. These hands? They are reaching out to draw in whatever he can, because the mornings can be cold and it's nice to have a warm body to hold. It isn't the first impression, and a sober and awake Kabru would never dream of it, but he's knocked out right now and has no capacity for logical thought. ]
...Nnn ... Mom -- [ yeah this is the worst first impression ever ]
[ Troy stepped outside of his car, tacky robe be damned, and checked the area. So many cars in this lot, he doesn't even know where their gracious otherworldly hosts are keeping them after this, but that's not a pressing concern. What is one is the woman knocking on the window of the car he came out of.
There was no answer to Ishmael's request from inside the car. Instead, a man's voice from a few steps away answers her. ]
The door's not locked. Go ahead.
[ Troy points at the door, knowing it should be open since he didn't lock it before leaving. Not his car, after all ]
ishmael / limbus company
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Though speaking of--
Ah... hmm..........
Broca's ears flatten back at the question, not looking altogether pleased by it as he combs through his memory of the past year to decide which of his encounters he felt the most shamed by. ]
If I answer without explaining all the background, is that good enough?
[ Even if it might not make much sense... ]
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the cat ears are quite curious, but she supposes that they're just prosthetics or something. they're quite commonplace in the City, after all. ]
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[ He's drooling.. on her hair now. She better do something quick to get him up before there's slobber all over it. It's just like sharing your bed with a big dog, I guess? ]
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Five minutes, my ass! Just roll over, you big moron--
[ if he refuses to budge, so be it. she's going to face him and push against his sleeping form with all her might. she's handled sailors who are just as big as this guy so it should be fine if she pushes him completely off the bed, right? right. ]
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[ earlier in her stay here, the thought of participating in little activities like this one would've been both humiliating and concerning. now, however, after a year's worth of debauchery, mona has accepted the lifestyle and the resort's peculiarities. perhaps ishmael can absorb some of her nonchalance; mona does just about shrug in response.
still, it would seem they... improved the dice this time around. she doesn't recall there being this many sides. hm. ]
Would you rather I take the lead?
[ how gracious of her. ]
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[ great, just great. kind of reminds her of the games they're forced to play back in la manchaland, but at least those bloodfiends aren't this raunchy. maybe. both places deal with thirst, after all.
she hesitates, before giving up with a sigh. ]
Yeah, go ahead. I'll get the hang of it after one round, hopefully.
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Oh hi! [ wow. she's got a lot of hair? murr imitates that motion, though he clearly runs out before she does. ] Inside my car? I dunno, you weren't in here before me. Unless you were?
[ tilting his head to one side, he narrows his eyes as that smile widens. ]
Is something bothering you?
[ she's not doing a good job of hiding it. he's going to pounce, obvs. ]
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No no, I just got out from there --
[ turns around and points at... wtf where is her ride. there are so many cars here, bro. ]
Never mind, that's not important. What's important is... [ she pauses at murr's question, the furrow between her brows deepening. ] I'm looking for a memento. I usually wear it on my head, but when I came to, it's gone.
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hangover aftercare; sorry i'll get icons at some point i swear;
HEATHCLIFF JUMPSCARE also take your time aaaaHHHHH
but no, she does immensely give a fuck. scowling beneath him, she grabs his shoulders and makes her attempt at pushing his giant british ass off of her. ]
You're so lucky I don't have my mace on me right now, Heathcliff. Maybe I should just strangle you with my hair instead.
[ never mind the fact that they can't kill each other so long as dante isn't here, but. ]
THANKS i think these might be bad but icons are icons lets go
it's ok heathcliff will always be hot regardless 🙂↕️
good he's useless otherwise... heathcliff in his trophy wife era (???)
he deserves to be a trophy wife after his canto... rest now king
he gets one (1) self-esteem, she gets one (1) purpose. baby steps
for now...
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weiss is still her savior for that and damn does she owe that woman a lot, but this isn't the time. between her and this new wildcard, she's the one that has the experience. not experience that she wants to have, it really isn't. some things just are harder to deal with, though. that includes having to make do with being trapped in the haunted sex casino and resort with a gaggle of misfits and insane people.)
Not this one in particular, the one I was dragged into on my arrival was called high or low. Difference was they had to satisfy me for a reward as a wildcard.
(god, kill her now.)
patpat...
[ so many people with animal ears here lately... maybe that kind of prosthetic's all the rage lately? no one tell those freaks at nagel und hammer that this pocket dimension exists else their heads will be rolling.
anyway, it seems as though ishmael had arrived in opportune time. if someone were dared to pleasure her for a reward, she'd do anything to get out of it. ]
Well, judging from these dice, we might be able to get some duds. Like, "slap neck". [ though that can be deadly in certain circumstances so maybe that's a bad idea?? ] Either way, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with and vice versa. I thought people here are used to it by now.
let it be known that she will in fact TRY her best
but will her best be enough...
.........next question on her and her best bc god help her
looks up to the sky seeking god
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hangover aftercare.
Knowing someone is always better than knowing no one at all. So, she's going to wake up to this fucker casually combing his hand through her hair, occasionally lifting his other hand to work out a particularly stubborn knot.
He doesn't even pause when it's clear she's awake, continuing nonchalantly until she finally speaks up. ]
Oops. Sorry about that. [ He shifts slightly, just enough for her to tug her locks free. ] I think I'm doing a pretty good job at taking care of the other half, though? Stay still.
[ he is not getting up ]
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she does stay still as instructed -- not like she can go anywhere with this crippling migraine anyway. in another life, headaches like these would've been commonplace for her. she focuses a bleary eye on the other man, brows furrowed together in suspicion. why is he doing this like he's done this before... 🧍♂️ ]
Please... tell me we didn't do anything weird last night. I don't even know who you are.
[ upon opening her mouth to speak, she realizes how parched she is after drinking like a sailor the night prior. sorry, she's going to shift in her bed and attempt to sit up after all. ]
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house of cards... kicks leggy
[Across from Ishmael, the man sits primly, hands folded in his lap. A cheerful smile belies the troublesome nature beneath.]
[You see, Matoba Seiji has never felt shame in his life.]
[Leaning forward to rest his elbow upon his knee, the man really puts his thinking cap on to try and pull something from the annals of his memory. Embarrassing.... Well.... Second-hand embarrassment surely counts, right?]
I suppose it would have to be allowing that man to fuck me so often.... Really, I would like to have chosen someone less frustrating to throw my lot in with, but here we are.
matobaby...!! please tag shylock too ty
she hopes not. she really hopes not. (who's gonna tell her)
still, asking this shameless guy a question that should evoke embarrassment sure did backfire, so she's going to take the L for this one. ]
You can just let him down, you know. Unless this place is capable of forcing you to do things you really don't wanna do?
mister shylock 😳 runs with bells on
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Dirty Dice
He's always looking for an opportunity to get to know someone new.
So he regards the wild-haired girl with an easy smile. Expressions always look a little bit evil on his face, given its sallow skin and dark eyes. He makes up for any potential apprehension with a quick answer.] I've been here a few months, but...
Never rolled the dice.
So we're in good company! We'll learn together, eh? [He toys with the dice between his fingers before reaching across the table, plunking them down with a loud clack in front of his partner.] You can go first. [His eyes lock with hers, expectant. As if he's done her a favor already.]
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well, she'll worry about that later. she's a little surprised that he hasn't tried these games yet despite having stayed here for a few months already, but maybe he's not the gambling sort like her. her frown deepens a little at the "favor" though, before picking up the dice and rolls.
an 8 and a 3 respectively. hm. ]
...Suck ear. [ raises her brows at this. what an odd combination. ] Is this anything?
[ they don't gotta go ahead with this if they don't wanna. so weird. ]
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adorable
hehe... there's more where that came from 🎀
dirty dice!
[ She remarks lazily, twirling a long silvery strand of her hair around her finger. Coquelic is dressed equally skimpily, though her breezy comfort seems to imply she's either very confident, or used to dressing this way. Maybe both! She trails her hand across her bare collarbones, dress covering the bare minimum of her chest necessary. ]
If you're unlucky enough to get a bad placement, you have to play if you want your life to improve. Just like the real world.
[ She smirks. ]
That being said, if you won't play, I can find someone else willing.
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not that it matters in the long run. she ruminates over the other woman's words, making very damn sure she doesn't stare too much at her knockers. even now she herself still chooses to dress conservatively... ]
You don't have to talk down on me just so I can play with you, you know. Not that I have a choice in the matter.
[ money makes the world go round, no matter which universe she finds herself in. and she'll do anything to get ahead and have a small payout in case she'll be staying here a while. ]
But please, go ahead and roll for us first if you're that impatient. I've got time to kill.
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hangover
here they are, in bed together, and unfortunately ish has a waif of a girl clinging onto her, messy white-blue hair sticking up every which way, her nightgown hiked up practically to her waist, and her small hands gripping on surprisngly strong as she tries to nuzzle deeper into ish's side. ]
Just five more minutes....
[ mom please ]
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hopefully. furina's cuddling ish so tightly like an octopus plushie she doesn't ever want to let go, and ish really needs space to breathe. or just space in general.
well, she can't wait for five minutes longer. she tries to sit up and all but pushes furina's shoulder down on the mattress so that she's lying on her back, before doing the arduous task of untangling her hair around the other woman. this is exactly why she can't be the little spoon in bed unless her partner is bigger than her......... ]
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aftercare
Unfortunately for Ishmael, that means he's now here beside her, and he's somehow stripped himself down to his underwear. These hands? They are reaching out to draw in whatever he can, because the mornings can be cold and it's nice to have a warm body to hold. It isn't the first impression, and a sober and awake Kabru would never dream of it, but he's knocked out right now and has no capacity for logical thought. ]
...Nnn ... Mom -- [ yeah this is the worst first impression ever ]
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Arrival
There was no answer to Ishmael's request from inside the car. Instead, a man's voice from a few steps away answers her. ]
The door's not locked. Go ahead.
[ Troy points at the door, knowing it should be open since he didn't lock it before leaving. Not his car, after all ]
Didn't wake up in a car? Hope not.
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