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(she's still a canine. canine's and feline's do pick up on the supernatural more, they even can notice when something is off. something that shouldn't be there is just. there. they're dealing with more than just those freaky and ill-mannered hands. though texas follows naturally (she's good at acting as a "date" for a reason) along with where w is headed, there's a lot to take in. didn't matter if it's just the tip of the iceberg. they're all here and dealing with bullshit at an all-time. some might wonder how texas was an heiress before, with some of the filthy words she started saying due to this resort.
they'd be right to wonder that.
texas can only be grateful that none of the other girls from penguin logistics was here next. she would have expected it, truthfully. waking up one day to learning one of them showed up and that, at worse, it might be exusiai. sora can get destroyed by the resort too, this is true, but exusiai would not be the same unlike her. not from how much happens (or how much the resort aims to break people) while staying here. she almost wants to ask does she really think that she's joking? texas doesn't joke about that. not about something that sounds this absurd. which leaves the question, she has a guess or two on what they're doing.
she's seen that joint some of them were smoking and caught the scent of it. honestly, she hates it. texas isn't sure what the hell it is, but she does know that she wants nowhere near it. it spells bad news to her.)
If I had to guess? That joint they're smoking. When they look tired, it peps them back up after smoking it.
(she's rejected staff members asking if she wanted some to replace her cigarettes, she's not going near it with a ten foot pole. too risky. some of the people looked like they were out cold when it wore off. the high from it, that is. that leaves more than enough room for things to get terrible, terrible and almost certainly risky for them. they're still a pair of girls.
and this place is full of freaks, it didn't take a genius to get the idea that sleeping after coming down hard from that can cause someone to think they found a nice "partner". or that's the paranoia talking, damn place has been making her slightly more paranoid than she was back home.)
It's useful when it has to be, since they're nicer to me.
(which means, she can be a willing distraction. like if w did want to go sneaking around some time and needed her to keep security busy.)
Makes things a bit easier if I have to keep them busy for any number of reasons.
[ if only w had half of texas's compassion. she's thinking that she wishes anyone but herself was here — hell, her besties love this kind of shit. steaming up the camp, being gross with each other, that's practically the hoederer and ines brand. so why her it's not fucking FAIR.
not that she's got time to pout about it. any illusions of that were dispelled the moment she realized the stakes. whoever is in charge of this place is a true blue sadist, the likes of which w could actually come to admire were she not subject to this bullshit herself. she follows texas's gaze to some of the smoking patrons, her nostrils flaring in distaste. ]
So the choice is that... or risk passing out all soft and vulnerable out here.
[ correct her if she's wrong, but that sounds like the same choice in the end. all drugs have a comedown, don't they? she can't imagine it'd put its imbibers in anything but a worse state than where they'd begun, even if a few tokes bought them some more time.
she knows well that it only takes a moment to slip up, a moment for someone to move in and take advantage of that. she's not even aware that she's leaning closer to texas now, her skin prickling with goosebumps — to protect her? for protection? who knows, but apparently it's been decided that they stick together now. ]
Fuck that. [ there's an almost audible sound to the vision of the gears in her head turning. ] I'll take first watch. Just gotta let me know when you're about to drop.
[ but until then, she supposes they can start to iron out The Plan. and pretend at feigning interest in these games, as w joins them to the crowd around the wheel. ]
What's it take to get them nicer?
[ not that w has any plans to do much beyond piss off the powers that be — no, making nice nice is texas's job by default now. maybe they can get her in one of those gaudy golden carriages while they're at it, perhaps with an armload of explosives... ]
(a week-long party, no sleep allowed. unless they sneak into the high roller's oasis, texas has considered that. will eventually, at some point and wind up with a thing of desserts while getting labeled "adorable" by the women in the parlor she'd wind up in. but that's a worry for future texas to not have. they're better off being mindful of their surroundings, touching the alcohol and certain food is going to cost them more than just a good night. especially if it's been laced with something "special" for those unlucky.
this isn't just a sadists wet dream, this is some true bastard's dream. stuck out there while expected to not sleep much. annoying. she'll figure it out, later. they need to get their asses in gear and avoid being caught in anything worse than just a forced attendance. because of it, she'll take it up on herself to be the one doing all the explaining as necessary. they might as well make things work and figure it out.)
They've tried pushing it on me a few times, but I've been refusing.
(not because she looks tired, but because they thought she could try another vice aside from that nicotine of hers. comments on wanting her to join the party, wishes for it with visible want at the idea of the stoic miss texas cutting loose. unfortunately for them, she doesn't do that unless around friends only. actual friends, not the guests that were attempting to shove often food and drink down her throat.
it's been making her hate it. well, hate it more than she already did while she thinks it over. that was the better choice. if someone needed to pass out, they're both better off taking turns on who takes point. buddy system for parties, texas vaguely recalls that they'd do similar whenever nights got particularly rowdy for penguin logistics. it was usually texas up while half sober and threatening people that got too close for comfort.)
Right. Maybe we can try and sneak up into the upper levels here, see if there are beds up there later.
(as for her having to be the distraction, the one making nice? that's not too surprising. they're at the wheel, sex toy roulette from what she's caught sight of. ugh. fine, she'll have to make it work. somehow. they needed to figure out what the hell they're going to do if they get caught, too. the house is known for punishing people trying to avoid the debauchery. that's the other detail texas has learned in her lengthy stay in the resort.
she's looking thoughtful again, what could she do exactly? there's bound to be a number of things that the staff would do if she asked (not to the same length as a royal, though) since she does have perks meant for it. unless they used her standing to let w sneak around later upstairs by letting her chat up the bouncers?)
Playing the games, indulgence, but I'm not going near the laced food. I could always chat up people if I have to.
(she's making sure the roulette manager didn't catch that part from her speaking in hushed tones enough, the house has ears everywhere. that didn't mean they needed to be outed.)
[ w's not too attached to the prospect of a bed to sleep in — actually, she's not quite used to beds in general and they've always felt a bit like a sacrificial altar or tend to bring back funky memories of the medbay in babel, it's a whole thing. unimportant, it just is what it is.
but a look around, that w can get behind. they'll probably have to do that sooner rather than later, way before either of them starts to drag, and her merc sensibilities are already buzzing at the promise of some incognito magic. as above, so below in this hellhole, she supposes.
they'll have to nail normalcy first, though, or whatever counts for normal in this bizarro world. all this whispering won't do, but w's been tuned into the chatter and actions of the revelers surrounding them. she's a good actress when the role is an important one, and it's easier to explain leaning in to whisper in texas's ear if she forces herself to look wobbly and drunk and flush with desire like everyone else. ]
Let's make a few rounds and then head up to check out the situation.
[ that's her normal voice, hushed and level. then there's the one that she borrows from the inebriated, fawning ladies surrounding the wheel, an octave higher, every vowel sung in a cheery refrain: ]
Ooooh, we've got to try this! Us next, please.
[ it's not a perfect facade; w doesn't want to waste anymore time than she has to approaching the wheel and the next patrons up are forcibly shoved out of her path and pinned in place with a fiery stare. it's all good, in a flash, that false, goofily adoring grin is restored and fixed upon texas's flat expression. ]
You should spin! Win us something sexy. [ she plucks at texas's collar enticingly. ] We'll need it, won't we?
(making herself look drunk might be the best move of tonight, they had a week of partying to deal with. texas honestly would rather just be locked up in her suite than stuck down there (part of her feels like the house really wants her to stop being stubborn) with all these people. texas has the benefit of staff being used to seeing her with that usual taciturn expression, the guests as well, since they seem hardly like anyone was minding her being a "downer" for now. they must think that she would get drunk and join the fun despite herself.
looking around upstairs is for later. she doubts w is going to enjoy this resort if her and broca didn't. aak? she can't really tell what he thinks. they'll probably figure that out later. if ever, but right now they got a place running on hedonism to worry about. hedonism itself is at an all-time high in how the guests are moving, gorging themselves full on whatever they can get their hands on. texas hasn't seen everything from this resort, but she's seen more than enough to form her opinion that she'd sooner get dropped in the deserts of sargon with no supplies with a raging hangover than deal with another situation like this.
the sudden shift of tone in w near makes texas wonder if she's actually lost her mind. no, not w, texas. she's wondering if she herself did, she had to have if she's hearing w speak like one of those goofy drunk women around in their classy and expensive looking dresses. that are....also encrusted with gems to the point texas is slightly relieved she's not stuck in that. those look terrible. this is coming from someone that has grown up around multiple fashion trends (that was an expectation as an heiress) that made her near want to just rip whatever was offered to her to pieces.
she was lucky that they realized she'd sooner wear suits than dresses and strayed as far as she could from them. the couple being forced away by w shoving them with that glares enough to tell texas they aren't getting out of this one. she might as well get it over with by the tug of her collar from w towards the wheel. the roulette manager, of course, lit up. they didn't expect texas to join in on the fun this soon.)
Guess we can try my luck on it....
(that poor roulette manager is about to (with texas) have quite the awkward experience. texas reaches to spin the wheel, it spins and spins with decent force put into it. whatever shall it land on that they'd have four hours to use?
it....it was the cockring.
the manager of course stares, texas stares, and there's a lot of awkward silence because first off: how would they be expected to use that? neither of them are into men, and they aren't exactly equipped to use one. the rather long and awkward pause ends when the manager asks with enough awkward tension in their voice:
[ that's her girl! or at least w is pantomiming like texas is, grinning til her face hurts as texas steps forward, unleashing a cheery whistle as she reaches for the wheel. it's what other people did, who knows why, she's not fluent in drunken moron.
round and round the wheel goes, and w's already lost interest. they'll have to map the place, of course. she already has a vague outline of the space that preceded this one, the garage with all the cars and naked people. those stupid spectral hands didn't give her much time to gawk about the adjoining halls, but that'll be easily remedied once she cooks up the perfect distraction, drops texas in the middle of it, and gets down to dirty business.
she's almost late reacting, shes so lost in the art of it all. the teller is quiet, but texas is always quiet. something awkward appears to be occuring, and w tilts her head as she gazes up at the wheel, one eye squinted. she's... admittedly not the best reader, this one takes some sounding out: ]
Cah.... kk... rhi...
[ cockring? like for a... myriad souls devour her, but her face darkens to the same blood-red as her horns, her hand flying to her mouth to intercept a dramatic-but-reflexive gag. like those things deserve jewelry. what the actual fuck. ]
Hey, what's the big fucking idea!? Damn right you're gonna let her spin again.
[ texas probably doesn't need w angrily advocating for her, but she apparently does need some help with this wheel thing. it just needs to settle on whatever is least embarrassing and then they've done games and can go about their business. w's other eye squints too as she scrutinizes the board — a silly, obviously fake magic wand? that sounds innocuous enough.
the wheel spins, but suddenly, every time it tries to pass 'magic wand,' a soft explosion knocks it back. finally, it settles on her chosen option, and w rocks back on her heels proudly, extending a hand to accept what's definitely going to be some sparkly plastic bullshit a little girl would wave around in her room.
of course, what she receives is plastic, but... ]
... The fuck is this?
[ asked as she's waving it in the air like she means to bippity boppity boop texas into a golden carriage. ]
(maybe they should consider it lucky that the teller didn't ask if she wanted a clit piercing instead. god, texas is going to avoid mentioning that. no, no, hell no. bringing that up after getting the saving grace that is them being able to spin the wheel again was not necessary. she'll need to use it on her, right? it'd score her chips after her spending spree for christmas last month. plus pocket change to help them both out as necessary.
as long as it wasn't anything else that's terrible, right?
w's embarrassment and angry advocating aside, she does appreciate it as far as they both can take that while she reaches again to spin this roulette wheel for their unusual prize. neither of them are likely to enjoy a fair bit of these options, but that's something. something that they can work with depending on the toy that they wind up with.
(as long as they're also both willing to put up with the more physical part of their game play.)
she's already thinking about what to do whenever she notices the wheel kept falling back on "magic wand" like something refused to let it go past it. oh. oh god, she just realized that was about to be another nasty surprise, the wand in question isn't abnormal. she's seen them here and has used one out of curiosity (don't judge her, please) but that's not quite going to end well. not for having to explain the use of them.
right as it lands on the magic wand option and the teller hands it over, texas already can feel that headache returning. not from near over smelling twig, but from seeing the fact that she's going to be having one helluva long night this week. this time. god help her. especially after she already came to terms with her earlier discovery in the damn parking lot.)
....you use it to massage your clit for the main use of it, by the way.
(don't. ask please why she knows this from her stay there.
she will not elaborate, she will not answer, no. there will be no explanation given while she's attempting to do her best impression of someone that is not here. is this called disassociating? yeah, it is. is it a good idea and healthy? no, but sometimes a girl needs to pretend she's anywhere other than where she's at. that also includes now with the sex toy roulette.
with w.
yeah, can she get a refund on being forced to attend this party for the whole week?)
[ nooooo worries there. w takes one look at texas's steadily disassociating expression and pride flares hot in her chest. ]
... Oh. Yeah. Whatever, shut up, I knew that!
[ she doesn't, and that pisses her off too. what business does texas have, knowing more about this shit than her? and the words for all the parts too? w still isn't even sure that she has the parts for this thing. turns out there wasn't a whole lotta sex ed happening in the trenches of the civil war, though she's got overheard dick jokes for days. she knows plenty about pissing contests and dick waving. massages and clits? not so much. she can't even remember when her friends realized she was a girl instead of a boy, and after that revelation, there certainly weren't any follow up talks.
maybe she can kind of... tuck it away into someone's salad on the way to wherever they're going next. it's not like it'll be a problem later, right? maybe someone else's clit will even be glad for the little surprise. ]
We're going to go... use this now. Chop-chop, lover.
[ she informs the teller as a way of excusing them from the wheel, her fingers snapping for texas as she turns. the last thing she needs is to learn the true nature of more of those items and she doesn't want to give anyone the chance to call her out on not knowing her shit. fuck, man, she almost chose the beads, and now she's realizing THOSE probably weren't normal either. no, fuck that. having texas know she's way out of her element is already agony enough.
but she really can't help turning the plastic wand over in her hand. it's nice, it's electric, which will make for a bigger boom when she implants it with explosives later, but it really makes a girl wonder (once they're out of the teller's earshot, of course): ]
... What happens if we don't do any of this pervy shit?
(good to know that her disassociating made it clear that she won't elaborate on how she knows this. but that's the difference, texas was educated purely by birth alone. for a place that's wolf eat wolf when she lived and visited siracusa, she was put through plenty of educational endeavors. not just about the whole works with the familige and expectations, but about everything else that she would be expected to know. they needed her able to know things all girls her age knows (along with things they shouldn't) for the sake of the cause. business, even. texas can say she's heard their men have dick measuring contests of their own.
some would have commented on wanting a round with her or two, others would call them stupid due to the glaringly obvious in her preferences. she was long since found out to not be into them. this is not what she expected to explain perhaps, maybe they were lucky it didn't land on the gun. not that it'd be real. this place takes weapons from her recollection. that's part of the reason why they're expected to behave for a chance at receiving something back. however, texas doubts the house would willingly allow them to have such things. maybe whatever that thing she saw mona holding counted as enough once before, a vision.
just as expected, texas looks over at her watch and the screen. the clock on it reads 03:59:45, the comment that she was to use that to pleasure someone or consequences would be severe is clear. which....sadly means that her savings are in w's hands right now. that didn't take her long to follow w. not after she got a bit snappy, calling her lover? she almost wants to roll her eyes. yeah, sure. they're lovers. that's about like the idea of texas calling lappland, "cara mia", a snowballs chance in hell. though her spade mark flares in amusement at the idea of forcing that on her.
annoying ass....whatever, she'll pretend that it isn't trying to steer her into that mess again. that leaves dealing with her wondering how much w might be out her element, here. is she really not used to this? she would have expected mercs to sleep around in some manner of stress relief; they're out there and not able to sit pretty for long or rest long. seems like she learned something new about rhodes island's number one deviant and misfit tonight.
oh. she's that curious? texas does take a moment to think about it, should she tell her? it might bite her in the ass. then again, so would refusing to mention it.)
You're not marked yet, think I heard them say the punishment is your bank getting drained a high amount and a suit flare up. By the way, you don't want mine doing that.
(to prove her point, her glove is slipped off her left hand. the spade mark there is unsaturated but holds two familiar colors along the back of it. one texas and the other a familiar silver, both not colored in. thank the lord for that, she rather not introduce w to suit flare-ups by sex toy roulette.)
It also screws with my head. Makes me snappier than usual, more than that.
[ w is a merc, which means she's been exposed to a whole hell of a lot. bloody, gruesome battles, raging, sleepless parties, and a thousand flavors of hedonistic delights, sure. all of it from a young enough age to ruin her forever.
but as much as she's a merc, she's never been a part of anything. ines and hoederer were always their own thing, and hoederer knew very well what mystique her codename brought with it, employing it to great effect. the result was that her reputation often preceded her well enough to make whatever job was on the table exceedingly easy, but apparently there was always the one drawback she's never really considered.
never HAD to consider. she's never wanted to be close to anyone and she's always known it's for the best that she never will be. and when your ideal has always been fucking theresa, the flawless, radiant king of sarkaz... it wasn't like she ever felt like she was missing out on anything either. there's never been anybody else like theresa and even now, w isn't about to start believing there's someone who could even try to compare, so why bother at all?
the thought of touching anyone in anything other than an act of violence makes her sick. and the thought of being touched... w jolts away from texas the second she extends her hand, as if the threat is there and real.
stupid. she's just showing her something. w mumbles a few sarkaz curses beneath her breath and takes a peek. ]
Real nice. They branded you like a burdenbeast.
[ oh, she's going to kill everyone responsible for that fucking mark. and then she'll hunt down their families, their children, end their bloodlines by her blade. she stares hatefully at the suit, and then blinks innocently up at texas. this is too heavy and serious, she needs to be a dick and smirk and comment: ]
I don't know, you seem pretty testy already. You sure you're not bugging right now?
(ugh. ignoring that comment on her being branded like a burdenbeast aside (the one on her seeming more testy than usual too) they had to focus. her losing her savings meant trouble. like if both troublemakers wind up in the basement like broca and aak did, someone needed to foot the bill. she's not dumb enough to assume otherwise about what may or may not happen, just because texas got the big shot suite doesn't mean she's going to be dumb. someone has to be useful, rake in the money while also hustling her ass off in whatever way she can manage. honestly if she can get rid of this mark? she would have, but since this is their means of keeping people in check, there's no other solution to that problem.
they needed to keep it satisfied, which means sex. no sex means it starts to flare and saturate. her suit activating twice has taught her that she doesn't want a third one (though she can't quite remember the second, only vaguely) for the sake of not being in constant danger of it. she's gotten to know a few people better, they'd worry like hell any time her mental state seems different from her usual. not exactly the sort of place texas can do her usual avoiding others bit at. or in truth, avoiding people until she had to socialize for her own sanity.
she's at the end of the day a lone wolf (there is no changing that, she can blend in all she wants, but that won't change) that comes and goes as she pleases. the people around her had picked up on it more than the girls from penguin logistics, that caught cellinia off guard. especially after one called her out recently by one person she got to know more about.
texas won't say anything, not now about it. the hateful glance of that spades mark told her that w was being w, not wanting to admit what she's thinking in a similar vein. ha, she might be a forerunner for heading into spades territory like texas did if she winds up at check-in. that's hard to say. given they're on the way to a more private room while the clock is ticking, they better make this count. nothing more than what needs to be done, texas has to use it on w after all, or else they're both in trouble.)
Chips are the main draw of these games, anyway. That's the currency for this hellhole, basic casino stuff with gambling or sex being what pays out typically.
[ are they headed to private rooms? w isn't exactly paying attention, trotting along by texas's lead, her mind busy with thoughts of casino chips and delights of the flesh and the sensation of one small, dainty hand clasped around her waist. ]
I could always blow that arm right off. Bet it's got a tracker in there too — better safe than sorry!
[ her sardonic grin and the ease with which she threatens bodily harm is like a screensaver, there to keep her moving while she's otherwise mentally occupied. five months is a long time to go with no food or water. texas had mentioned one safe place — but they presumably take these chips too, it's not a charity kitchen. even her own idea of chopping off bits of texas until their hold on her is severed is quickly discarded: she knows herself what she'd do the moment one of her devices was tampered with. holy hell would rain down, that's what.
so there's no way around it. she just needs to get comfortable with the idea — and, more importantly, act like she's always been comfortable with it. just like killing with the old crew, she'll never get any respect in this heap if she shows the slightest bit of hesitation.
she's still not putting a ring on anybody's cock, though. they'll have to do her something worse than dead for that. ]
So it's fucking or betting to stay afloat.
[ at least until she starts wringing necks and launches this whole sorry state of affairs into the fucking stratosphere. what a time for the revenant to up and run off on her! life's so unfair, but luckily for her, it's always been that way. ]
Great. Good thing those are my other two specialties. If we were gonna stay here longer, you probably wouldn't have to worry about anything. I could be your...
[ what's that phrase, she must have heard it like a thousand years ago. something with ingredients... ]
(she's being smart enough to take them there, texas has her head together enough despite what drinking she did to know that doing this in the open is....horrible. a horrible idea. she's not into voyeurism first off, second off? given the freaks around (not the actual players, but you get the idea) they shouldn't risk someone trying to join. limb loss is also not on her agenda, plus the watch itself seems unbreakable. nothing could destroy these damn things that everyone got fitted with. maybe the ai might also teach w how to read, for all texas knows, better than how some had it from her recollection of things posted on the network before they learned how to navigate more.
some could read, but not navigate modern tech. others were....yeah, others seemed like a lost cause to her. but texas says nothing else, she would thankfully keep to food and water at her own suite. she was meticulous about groceries when not eating at the red cardinal. luckily the water wasn't tampered with in the suites, either. which means that they're safe enough. more importantly, it also means that they got some manner of safety (as long as they're mindful) in this resort.
anything else would come naturally, but she's wondering to herself if she ought to try and send people to get to know the most anti-social operator of rhodes island. second thought, one person she's thinking about would be a bad idea if she got her hands on her. that flowery woman would likely turn her revenge drive into her entertainment.
she's also not buying that for a second, not about this being w's specialty.
fucking that is, gambling? sure, she could believe that. she's heard enough about her gambling and how risky that is; a lot of it being more betting her life, but for a sarkaz w has more lives than most. the devil's luck as it's called.)
That's right.
(wait.)
....you mean sugar mama?
(that. yeah, that was the actual term, not flour mama. so much for her seeming "cool" for the moment. texas did seem more stone faced than ever at that, the patented thousand yard stare included. not a mental image she wants, please and thank you.
who would trust w to be a sugar mama? she screams that vibe she'd turn it into her own entertainment for kicks by making it a sport. a bloodbath essentially, and not the kind that she dealt with over halloween.)
[ best be careful how you let on about having clean food and water in your suite, texas, lest you end up with a roach infestation.
either way, w bristles at the correction. sugar, flour, she doesn't even know the difference! she's responsible enough to be the water boiler, that's always been the exact limits of her job, the rest of the cooking shit is OBVIOUSLY left to pathetic men like hoederer who can't do anything else useful. with a huff, she exclaims: ]
That's what I fucking said! What's the point of having those huge, goofy ears if you can never make out a damn thing I say? Offer officially retracted.
[ gaslight gatekeep girlboss, you know how it is. at least it hurries w along in their short trek, inspiring her to pull ahead and swing open one of the doors that they're approaching, completely disregarding the silver plaque affixed to it. she's expecting another game room, maybe a private blackjack table or craps table, and indeed an attendant meets her at the door with a hand of four cards on offer. w barely pays her any mind, ripping out a card at random and throwing those heavy velvet curtains aside to clear her path. stupid texas, stupid peacock, stupid useless obstacles in her path.
through the moody lighting, w can make out a wall of private rooms but no game that she can really recognize. she sees other people roaming about the hideaway, comparing the cards they presumably collected at the door, and it occurs to her to tuck her own behind her back as she wheels around on her heels to face texas again. ]
I've got a nasty feeling about this place...
[ considering this whole place is a fucking nightmare. much as she can't accept that she's finally found herself in a situation she's in no way equipped to deal with — or assassinate her way out of — the wariness in her voice is very real. the way the people here are milling about and approaching others just doesn't sit right with her, and for now she's holding off the first patron that seems to take interest in their combined entrance with a lethal stare, but it's clear they've either got to move now or find a place to stash a corpse later. ]
(look, she's not judging. if she winds up with two unhinged women taking advantage of her rank, she might however start questioning her life decisions again. not like she hasn't during her stay. maybe also not quite giving a damn about what happens to this place, she's got enough of a brain to keep in mind that she isn't too interested in protecting the resort. just the people that she befriended.
(unfortunately that extends to aak too, kind of, until he starts trying to stick needles in her.)
but ignoring that, she's got a feeling that she might have dragged them into another game from trying to find somewhere not public for this stupid magic wand. based off the number of them, she's looking it over while also not quite paying much attention to the "gaslight, gatekeep, girlbossing" that w was attempting. no, she knows what she heard. she's just petty enough to do that with correcting when she feels like. not that she wants to be the responsible one with broca, but sometimes it falls on the two stoics who almost certainly want to just fade into the background while silently screaming.
whatever, they can do this while she also grabs a random card. if they can, they can get the toy used and that's that. it's not like texas is expecting pillow talk and intimate secrets or confessions. she's hardly the same way whenever it comes to these things, five months at the resort involved or not. she didn't look her card over when she grabs that; some of the guests also seem to be happily asking one another about what they wound up with.
maybe they should try sneaking up into the lounge? too late now, they're here and looks like some of them are almost certainly eyeing them. enough that texas also hid her own card, glaring in their direction to get the point across before turning her attention back to w. they'll need to deal with this, get in and out. they're not adding another game on this list of shit they're dealing with tonight.)
Come on, don't think we're following the rules of this one. Was trying to give us some space.
(doms and subs, right. because she wants to deal with more insanity tonight, they're both bound to just leave instead. they had time to find an actual spot to use that toy at before texas had a nasty surprise lurking from her suit flaring up thanks to the counter going down to a big, nasty, zero.)
[ like, w knows that it would blow their spot something awful if she was to vaporize someone here and now. despite what people say about her, she's actually very pragmatic when it comes to the dispatching of human lives, and there's seldom any reason at all to kill in the heat of the moment unless it's a life or death struggle to survive. obviously, that's not the case here at all.
but fuck if she isn't tempted every time some rando flashes eyes at texas. she's not getting as much attention, probably because it looks like she might snap at any moment, her left eye twitching with the impulse to lash out violently at every innocuous brush from strangers passing by, but that doesn't matter. right now, texas is as good as one of her men back home, the only real ally she's got in this place, and these mother fuckers are really encroaching on their ranks here.
the detonator turns out to be a gentleman clearing his throat for texas's attention. w whirls on him with the combined and very misplaced fury of all the myriad souls, her hands fluttering erratically through the air: ]
EYES ON THE FUCKING GROUND!! PLEASE, don't even dream about it, it'd be too pathetic and I'd have to put you out of your fucking misery right here and now.
[ if ines were here, she'd drive w directly up a wall taunting her about how tense she is. the one silver lining she has to cling to: no wicked psychic stepmother calling her out on all her shitty moods. instead, she bounds over to that wall of doors, cracking open the first one, impatiently ushering texas inside.
space. that's exactly what she needs: space, quiet, and to just not be dealing with any and all of this. she has to think and plan and figure out how to get her hands on some real weapons. and most of all, she needs people to stop looking at her and texas like they're trying to figure out what they can get outta them.
the door shut behind her, she leans against it and takes a big, deep breath. like hoederer taught her, in through the nose, out through the... ]
What?? What is it? Why do you keep looking at that watch?
[ should she be looking at hers? do more fresh hells still yet await her? ]
(should she say something? maybe she should say something? texas wasn't too surprised on one hand that someone is tense, that someone of course being w. she's already debating on what to do here given she has to watch the clock. the watch screen is lit up with that countdown to her doom, the timer was there to menacingly tell her to use the sex toy. so if she keeps looking at it? yeah, she's got every reason to worry, given they did go over the rules on these games. use it or lose your chips. along with greater consequences, from what that fine print says below.
she's got a guess or two on what that could mean from the way her spade mark burns like it's mocking her again.
they're not dealing with much right now while trying to find their way around. that is until w goes off yelling, the threats of violence causing texas to snap out of her distraction from the grim reality of the moment sinking in more. god help her. if she has to use the damn thing on w, can she please be put out her misery? she rather not use a magic wand on terra's most deadliest merc to ever walk the planet. she's going to consider it lucky that w did save her before dragging her into one of the rooms.
it's got the basics, a nice bed and seats. something luxurious for play time between the people that enter the hideaway. the awkward thing though, she almost winces from getting dragged out of her thoughts. shit.)
So....the magic wand has a catch, if I don't use it in four hours? I'm fixing to get hit with consequences and a drained bank account.
(she rather die right around now, please. she's thinking about it, and it's not as if she isn't useless. they're the ones that rolled the wheel or rather, had texas roll even if this is better than them winding up trying to figure out how to get off using a cockring when they're women.
which. also isn't good, given the clock now reads 02:45:50.
is she considering trying to throw it at someone and praying? probably, but she knows that she doesn't want to keep the damn thing. not after having to use it. why would she? she's not going to be that sort of person that collects sex toys from a roulette wheel of all damn things.
[ what a gorgeous, lush bed that w is never going nowhere near. she knows what this place is now, and the thought of the sort of fluids that are marinating around on there? yeah, absolutely not.
she's just fine right here hanging against the door, thanks!! her own watch is spared a glance; there doesn't seem to be a countdown of any kind, and it's mostly just ticking through what she's going to guess are informational points about the place they're at. none of it helpful toward any end she's contemplating or ready to accept, of course, so she gives up on that almost immediately.
just in time for it to register what texas means. a soft pffffft of air escapes her, her face crumpling as she tries and fails not to giggle herself in half. thanks, texas, she needed this brief flash of levity. ]
So what? I'll turn around. And believe me, I won't peek.
[ wouldn't be the worst she's overheard from a roommate/campmate/whatever. as long as she doesn't start reciting sarkaz poetry to that plastic wand, it won't even be close.
the most annoying thing is actually how easily they've cowed texas with this shit. she's not sure she's ever heard of anything more ridiculous than spinning a wheel and being forced to do something. it's not that she cares AT ALL about the actual element of texas herself, which is a true truth in the truest sense, but certainly no one in any world deserves to be pinned beneath the threat of an excised livelihood and freaky involuntary body horror. ]
(did she sound like she was disassociating again? yes, yes she is. from how her spade mark is burning, it's laughing at her again in mockery. she did glare at it from under her left glove, ugh. forced compliance was to make them behave, play along with the games. the house doesn't give a shit if you want to do it or not. this place forces discomfort on any soul that's stuck here, whether they want to embrace that or even go down swinging.
this wasn't a solo act that the toy demands, it's a duo act. so yes, no amateur wolf pornography going in the background with someone watching/listening, whatever.
the patented thousand yard stare says plenty, she does not want to do this and get hit by that nasty surprise. not after two suit activations. again, which causes that spade mark to burn. god, she wants to stick her hand in hot water and burn it than deal with that brat. she even did take her glove off to look it over, yikes, there's a bit of saturation to it which is also annoying her.
okay, so she got a bit of a laugh at cellinia's expense. the rest won't be so funny given she does have to use the damn thing. hope she's ready for texas being annoyed while using it depending!)
Who the hell are you calling a screamer? If I had to bet someone was a screamer, it's you.
(why. why does she have to open her mouth, but texas doesn't back down from these things. she's an escape artist and a runaway, sure, but she's not going to just shut up and let herself get mocked at a time like this. that stupid spade mark is agitating enough without it.)
[ oh right okay that's not so funny then. w's smile flickers, but...
five months, texas said. coming up on the fringes of the kazdel outlands, w knows that a regular old sarkaz like herself can't make it more than two months without food, a few scant weeks without water. she's not dumb, either, this was always in the back of her mind, the idea that she'll have to shut up and put out at least once until she's liberated them all from this place. for what a sham this whole operation is, it seems like they're pretty stringent on the rules and have the tech to enforce it.
her shoulders bump the door and she can already feel her spirit trying to leak right back out of it, but... she sort of got texas into this mess, didn't she? big fan of suffering though she is, she's never intended to cause any to texas. (her shining personality aside — it's just the way all sarkaz are, texas is right not to take her barbs too seriously.) if they wanna get out of here, they ALL need to help each other up, and...
like a candle in the wind, her smile keeps flickering, flickering, then brightens abruptly. ]
I'll take that bet.
[ her heart is hammering away at the pit of her throat, but it's no big deal. they'll just do it and move on, who cares? she's definitely not some pathetic sort of loser who puts a lot of stock in this sort of thing, it's whatever!! maybe now she kinda sorta wishes she'd asked hoederer how he'd managed to rip all those squealy noises out of ines in the night instead of dressing them down dirty for it in the morning, but she's w, she doesn't lose.
especially not to texas. if she's not backing down, w isn't either. she brushes the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it drape low as she takes one nearly-tentative step forward, her face burning hot enough to ignite the room. ]
(the red cardinal was useful for keeping herself full for a reason, enough visits causes jin mingming to recognize people. texas has been by often whenever she didn't feel like trying to cook again, cooking had taken her time to learn to do more of. she didn't want to live on the restaurant's food as a means of keeping herself safe, no matter the way that not every spot there has the worry of aphrodisiac laced food. they're fortunate that there's this. food and drinks can be obtained from one spot as long as anyone is willing to work for it. texas has worked often for her share, even doing deliveries to assist the red cardinal as needed.
she didn't ask for much, just food and something she can drink without issue. something that won't be laced, even if she did seem to be somewhat apologetic. this wasn't her idea of a good time. not dragging in someone else that didn't seem to want to do anything along these lines, either. she's got enough of a good head on her shoulders, but she knows w like herself isn't going to be completely upfront (texas has had five months to consider that) about these things. the sarkaz way of trading barbs was something that didn't faze her from the first time she heard it, up until now included.
her little bet aside, she did that without thinking. half from that spade mark being active due to the timer ticking, other half because she's always been this way. texas doesn't back down from challenges. not easily, this counts as one such moment for her: since the whole screamer remark was enough to light that fire.
a bet might be....easier for this, give a reason for them to not feel as awkward or irritated. or whatever w is feeling before turning her attention at the toy briefly. it should have decent settings.)
Almost? How about, if you're not a screamer, I'll pay for your meals at the Red Cardinal for a week.
(look, she's not very good at this either. it's texas. texas who can't flirt worth shit on her good days unless she's not even trying. don't ask her how she has people "rizzed" up by her for being herself. but texas is also charming (for someone that feels like people are talking to a brick wall) enough in using her words. she knows how to talk and knows how to walk. knows how to play a good game while maintaining her own speed when she has to.
if she's looking at w's shoulders, no, no she isn't. stupid spade mark. well, whatever. she'll do this when she reaches to unbutton the golden buttons on this suit jacket and set aside. a black vest and white button up shirt was on underneath it. she came prepared seems like for the event, wearing something that she can easily remove with the thicker layers while having something comfortable on under them.
she's not so stupid to assume that the resort wouldn't have pushed something on her eventually throughout the night.)
[ what a way to sign away her own body. not that it matters much, she knows she's a sick, twisted sarkaz, polluted with rage and disease and an ancestral cruelty that borders on psychosis. she should have died ages ago, it's just her luck that she's lived long enough to backslide right to start.
scraping and scrounging and doing anything she's got to in order to survive. nothing ever changes, not even with all the power in the world. there's always some unexpected variable waiting in the wings to blow it all away, like it was nothing more than a dream.
well. this isn't really the same. as far as trust goes, w harbors some semblance of it for texas. she knows her as dependable, which goes a long way for any sarkaz, and she's pretty certain texas wouldn't be the type to flap her gums and announce to the first moron she sees that she's banged w, of all people. probably mostly because she wouldn't want to admit it herself. she doesn't even particularly want to crawl out of her skin when texas removes her coat. her stupid monotonous voice is pretty soothing on her overworked, over-fraught nerves. if it has to be anyone...
her skirt billows high as she leans over to roll her tights down her thighs. they'd be the perfect length to hang herself with right now, but unfortunately she definitely wants to live long enough to see theresis vaporized, so they instead become a lasso she can loop around texas's shoulders and pull her closer by. ]
And if I do...
[ at least she's enough of assassin to know how to steady her fingers no matter how much the stakes are weighing down upon her. she undoes the buttons of texas's vest just about as quick as she can pull a trigger. ]
Not likely, but I guess you can use me for whatever sick, twisted scenarios you get yourself roped into for that same amount of time.
(that's the helpful thing, texas isn't the type of girl to kiss and tell (or in this case, fuck and tell) about anyone she's been with. she hasn't slept with that many people in the resort, that was more from necessity. enough to last for the time being while carrying on. sex was a transaction there to most people, even to those that are dating someone. though that was more from them carrying open relationships for the sake of not losing out on chances to earn more chips and cards. she thought this might be better for her, texas has had time to adjust in retrospect. the wolf was good at that and making things work by rolling with them; dependable to a fault while even being able to handle herself in a fight.
or in this case, helping someone survive. w would get chips to work after this if she were checked-in. cellinia's card, too. having a card banked back for later is a good start for this hellhole, not that she started with one in her bank. but, one would get the idea.
she's got a stoic tone, low and soft. something soothing when she can purr it out for someone that's supposed to be a canine. attractive when she wants to be, given that she cleans up nicely. her hat and cane were left off to the side, don't ask how she can pull off a look like this. with a top hat and a walking stick of all damn things like she's some kind of rich big shot again as an heiress. that's far from true, she's not the heiress any longer and this isn't necessarily something she would have done back then, either. not even during the carneval. besides, they're both objectively a pair of misfits. and maybe she can admit w can look attractive.
not that they're one another's types, but it's a thought. that's good enough. good enough that she found her attention on w again after the tights go around her neck, her shoulders, and pull cellinia close. she's got her attention, amber eyes lit up in the dim lights in this room. good, she didn't need much to focus on the now.
plus it shut up that brat of a spade mark she has.)
Lucky you, I don't always go around getting myself in chaos.
(does this count as terrible flirting? yeah, probably. not that texas couldn't, she just was better suited for sticking her sword in something or someone that got in her way. she's still made for a fight, made for a battlefield more than some sex casino.
....that and at least she trusts w enough, that's something else. somehow she always finds the unpredictable people can be more reliable than those that are sane, but that's because she's by no means normal herself.)
[ big talk from someone who only has a few scant inches on texas. she's gotta cling to what she's got here, which isn't much at all. she just knows that if texas is mildly annoyed with her, it's her best bet for getting through this without having to make any embarrassing confessions. it's always better to be the recipient of anger than mockery — or worse, getting caught looking vulnerable.
that's simply not an option. she's got texas's attention, good, she'll divert it right down to her chest, where her breasts are threatening to spill out from the too-tight bra they stuffed her in at the door. it's not like she doesn't know exactly how to lean to make an underwire buckle and forfeit an already losing battle. she undoes the last button on texas's shirt and pushes the fabric aside, helping her roll it off her shoulders.
not the worst shoulders. much better she'd have expected without those flashy accoutrements. her tongue rolls over her lips thoughtfully. ]
But I guess you could just use me.
[ thank fuck texas isn't overly handsy or w isn't sure how she'd deal with it. it's just the low tones of her voice and the rising warmth of her body as w unwraps her like an unexpected gift, letting her take her time and absorb that this is really about to happen. her red-lacquered nails sail over one of the faded scars on texas's torso, but don't touch. they curl around texas's shoulder instead, urging her back against the door where she can hike one leg up around texas's waist.
and there it is. it's the last thing she wants to say to anybody who isn't theresa, but if she doesn't say it now, she'll lose her nerve. better to do it while there's this warm glow flickering inside her at the sight of her chest pressed flush against texas's. her hips lift urgently, her leg tightening. ]
(little. she can admit that, she's not that tall. it is slightly funny to picture someone like w saying this whenever she isn't the picture of a tall and dainty sarkaz with a grenade launcher. no, no need to say anything on that. she's rolling with it naturally. she can be good at keeping up with the uptake, most things aren't hard to work with when she can separate how she's feeling from what she's doing. vulnerability is not the easiest part of this, not with intimacy. she's not good at that and always has known it. about like how getting anything from texas about her history is like pulling teeth, she doesn't speak openly about things that should stay buried.
not the way some might like. that doesn't need to be her focus, she did notice it. her breasts threatening to spill out whenever the cool breeze of the room touches her skin. she's running hot, but that's not unexpected. flashy isn't always her style, not the furs or the lapels that came with it. that cape she was stuck wearing until she found herself liberated of it.
the drop of it, her dress shirt and vest, felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. the scars are numerous, but that's not surprising. the familiga life does this often. so does her work as an armed courier, typically. she's not the handsy type, that's for the best. most texas does is gauge her partners reactions to get an idea on how they might respond to it. she's not the best at it yet, but she's getting there and had a feeling a bit slow wouldn't be a bad idea to not push her out her comfort zone. that's how texas is with physical touch, even if she was being pushed more to accept it by people in her life that would get touchy-feely.)
....guess it couldn't hurt to include that for my end if you win, too, that you can use me.
(she needs to keep herself focused, even with them backed up against the door. she's pressed against w when her leg hooks itself around her waist, amber eyes drift in thought before wetting her lips a bit. what the hell, why not? w's been dealing with nerves at an all-time from the resort, texas has been frustrated about being forced to attend that party they're stuck dealing with. they can make this work and pretend after whether it was nice or not that nothing happened.
that is if they do pretend when that little urgent plea hits her, so she wishes then. texas doesn't say anything more, not whenever one hand finds itself on the thigh that so helpfully rests around her waist. the gloved one, but that can change in a bit while her left one reaches to help free her breasts from that tight bra and dress. as best as she can (mind you, she is still holding that toy) while preoccupied with running her lips along w's neck. )
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(she's still a canine. canine's and feline's do pick up on the supernatural more, they even can notice when something is off. something that shouldn't be there is just. there. they're dealing with more than just those freaky and ill-mannered hands. though texas follows naturally (she's good at acting as a "date" for a reason) along with where w is headed, there's a lot to take in. didn't matter if it's just the tip of the iceberg. they're all here and dealing with bullshit at an all-time. some might wonder how texas was an heiress before, with some of the filthy words she started saying due to this resort.
they'd be right to wonder that.
texas can only be grateful that none of the other girls from penguin logistics was here next. she would have expected it, truthfully. waking up one day to learning one of them showed up and that, at worse, it might be exusiai. sora can get destroyed by the resort too, this is true, but exusiai would not be the same unlike her. not from how much happens (or how much the resort aims to break people) while staying here. she almost wants to ask does she really think that she's joking? texas doesn't joke about that. not about something that sounds this absurd. which leaves the question, she has a guess or two on what they're doing.
she's seen that joint some of them were smoking and caught the scent of it. honestly, she hates it. texas isn't sure what the hell it is, but she does know that she wants nowhere near it. it spells bad news to her.)
If I had to guess? That joint they're smoking. When they look tired, it peps them back up after smoking it.
(she's rejected staff members asking if she wanted some to replace her cigarettes, she's not going near it with a ten foot pole. too risky. some of the people looked like they were out cold when it wore off. the high from it, that is. that leaves more than enough room for things to get terrible, terrible and almost certainly risky for them. they're still a pair of girls.
and this place is full of freaks, it didn't take a genius to get the idea that sleeping after coming down hard from that can cause someone to think they found a nice "partner". or that's the paranoia talking, damn place has been making her slightly more paranoid than she was back home.)
It's useful when it has to be, since they're nicer to me.
(which means, she can be a willing distraction. like if w did want to go sneaking around some time and needed her to keep security busy.)
Makes things a bit easier if I have to keep them busy for any number of reasons.
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not that she's got time to pout about it. any illusions of that were dispelled the moment she realized the stakes. whoever is in charge of this place is a true blue sadist, the likes of which w could actually come to admire were she not subject to this bullshit herself. she follows texas's gaze to some of the smoking patrons, her nostrils flaring in distaste. ]
So the choice is that... or risk passing out all soft and vulnerable out here.
[ correct her if she's wrong, but that sounds like the same choice in the end. all drugs have a comedown, don't they? she can't imagine it'd put its imbibers in anything but a worse state than where they'd begun, even if a few tokes bought them some more time.
she knows well that it only takes a moment to slip up, a moment for someone to move in and take advantage of that. she's not even aware that she's leaning closer to texas now, her skin prickling with goosebumps — to protect her? for protection? who knows, but apparently it's been decided that they stick together now. ]
Fuck that. [ there's an almost audible sound to the vision of the gears in her head turning. ] I'll take first watch. Just gotta let me know when you're about to drop.
[ but until then, she supposes they can start to iron out The Plan. and pretend at feigning interest in these games, as w joins them to the crowd around the wheel. ]
What's it take to get them nicer?
[ not that w has any plans to do much beyond piss off the powers that be — no, making nice nice is texas's job by default now. maybe they can get her in one of those gaudy golden carriages while they're at it, perhaps with an armload of explosives... ]
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this isn't just a sadists wet dream, this is some true bastard's dream. stuck out there while expected to not sleep much. annoying. she'll figure it out, later. they need to get their asses in gear and avoid being caught in anything worse than just a forced attendance. because of it, she'll take it up on herself to be the one doing all the explaining as necessary. they might as well make things work and figure it out.)
They've tried pushing it on me a few times, but I've been refusing.
(not because she looks tired, but because they thought she could try another vice aside from that nicotine of hers. comments on wanting her to join the party, wishes for it with visible want at the idea of the stoic miss texas cutting loose. unfortunately for them, she doesn't do that unless around friends only. actual friends, not the guests that were attempting to shove often food and drink down her throat.
it's been making her hate it. well, hate it more than she already did while she thinks it over. that was the better choice. if someone needed to pass out, they're both better off taking turns on who takes point. buddy system for parties, texas vaguely recalls that they'd do similar whenever nights got particularly rowdy for penguin logistics. it was usually texas up while half sober and threatening people that got too close for comfort.)
Right. Maybe we can try and sneak up into the upper levels here, see if there are beds up there later.
(as for her having to be the distraction, the one making nice? that's not too surprising. they're at the wheel, sex toy roulette from what she's caught sight of. ugh. fine, she'll have to make it work. somehow. they needed to figure out what the hell they're going to do if they get caught, too. the house is known for punishing people trying to avoid the debauchery. that's the other detail texas has learned in her lengthy stay in the resort.
she's looking thoughtful again, what could she do exactly? there's bound to be a number of things that the staff would do if she asked (not to the same length as a royal, though) since she does have perks meant for it. unless they used her standing to let w sneak around later upstairs by letting her chat up the bouncers?)
Playing the games, indulgence, but I'm not going near the laced food. I could always chat up people if I have to.
(she's making sure the roulette manager didn't catch that part from her speaking in hushed tones enough, the house has ears everywhere. that didn't mean they needed to be outed.)
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but a look around, that w can get behind. they'll probably have to do that sooner rather than later, way before either of them starts to drag, and her merc sensibilities are already buzzing at the promise of some incognito magic. as above, so below in this hellhole, she supposes.
they'll have to nail normalcy first, though, or whatever counts for normal in this bizarro world. all this whispering won't do, but w's been tuned into the chatter and actions of the revelers surrounding them. she's a good actress when the role is an important one, and it's easier to explain leaning in to whisper in texas's ear if she forces herself to look wobbly and drunk and flush with desire like everyone else. ]
Let's make a few rounds and then head up to check out the situation.
[ that's her normal voice, hushed and level. then there's the one that she borrows from the inebriated, fawning ladies surrounding the wheel, an octave higher, every vowel sung in a cheery refrain: ]
Ooooh, we've got to try this! Us next, please.
[ it's not a perfect facade; w doesn't want to waste anymore time than she has to approaching the wheel and the next patrons up are forcibly shoved out of her path and pinned in place with a fiery stare. it's all good, in a flash, that false, goofily adoring grin is restored and fixed upon texas's flat expression. ]
You should spin! Win us something sexy. [ she plucks at texas's collar enticingly. ] We'll need it, won't we?
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looking around upstairs is for later. she doubts w is going to enjoy this resort if her and broca didn't. aak? she can't really tell what he thinks. they'll probably figure that out later. if ever, but right now they got a place running on hedonism to worry about. hedonism itself is at an all-time high in how the guests are moving, gorging themselves full on whatever they can get their hands on. texas hasn't seen everything from this resort, but she's seen more than enough to form her opinion that she'd sooner get dropped in the deserts of sargon with no supplies with a raging hangover than deal with another situation like this.
the sudden shift of tone in w near makes texas wonder if she's actually lost her mind. no, not w, texas. she's wondering if she herself did, she had to have if she's hearing w speak like one of those goofy drunk women around in their classy and expensive looking dresses. that are....also encrusted with gems to the point texas is slightly relieved she's not stuck in that. those look terrible. this is coming from someone that has grown up around multiple fashion trends (that was an expectation as an heiress) that made her near want to just rip whatever was offered to her to pieces.
she was lucky that they realized she'd sooner wear suits than dresses and strayed as far as she could from them. the couple being forced away by w shoving them with that glares enough to tell texas they aren't getting out of this one. she might as well get it over with by the tug of her collar from w towards the wheel. the roulette manager, of course, lit up. they didn't expect texas to join in on the fun this soon.)
Guess we can try my luck on it....
(that poor roulette manager is about to (with texas) have quite the awkward experience. texas reaches to spin the wheel, it spins and spins with decent force put into it. whatever shall it land on that they'd have four hours to use?
it....it was the cockring.
the manager of course stares, texas stares, and there's a lot of awkward silence because first off: how would they be expected to use that? neither of them are into men, and they aren't exactly equipped to use one. the rather long and awkward pause ends when the manager asks with enough awkward tension in their voice:
"Would you like to spin again?"
....yeah, she's spinning again.)
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round and round the wheel goes, and w's already lost interest. they'll have to map the place, of course. she already has a vague outline of the space that preceded this one, the garage with all the cars and naked people. those stupid spectral hands didn't give her much time to gawk about the adjoining halls, but that'll be easily remedied once she cooks up the perfect distraction, drops texas in the middle of it, and gets down to dirty business.
she's almost late reacting, shes so lost in the art of it all. the teller is quiet, but texas is always quiet. something awkward appears to be occuring, and w tilts her head as she gazes up at the wheel, one eye squinted. she's... admittedly not the best reader, this one takes some sounding out: ]
Cah.... kk... rhi...
[ cockring? like for a... myriad souls devour her, but her face darkens to the same blood-red as her horns, her hand flying to her mouth to intercept a dramatic-but-reflexive gag. like those things deserve jewelry. what the actual fuck. ]
Hey, what's the big fucking idea!? Damn right you're gonna let her spin again.
[ texas probably doesn't need w angrily advocating for her, but she apparently does need some help with this wheel thing. it just needs to settle on whatever is least embarrassing and then they've done games and can go about their business. w's other eye squints too as she scrutinizes the board — a silly, obviously fake magic wand? that sounds innocuous enough.
the wheel spins, but suddenly, every time it tries to pass 'magic wand,' a soft explosion knocks it back. finally, it settles on her chosen option, and w rocks back on her heels proudly, extending a hand to accept what's definitely going to be some sparkly plastic bullshit a little girl would wave around in her room.
of course, what she receives is plastic, but... ]
... The fuck is this?
[ asked as she's waving it in the air like she means to bippity boppity boop texas into a golden carriage. ]
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as long as it wasn't anything else that's terrible, right?
w's embarrassment and angry advocating aside, she does appreciate it as far as they both can take that while she reaches again to spin this roulette wheel for their unusual prize. neither of them are likely to enjoy a fair bit of these options, but that's something. something that they can work with depending on the toy that they wind up with.
(as long as they're also both willing to put up with the more physical part of their game play.)
she's already thinking about what to do whenever she notices the wheel kept falling back on "magic wand" like something refused to let it go past it. oh. oh god, she just realized that was about to be another nasty surprise, the wand in question isn't abnormal. she's seen them here and has used one out of curiosity (don't judge her, please) but that's not quite going to end well. not for having to explain the use of them.
right as it lands on the magic wand option and the teller hands it over, texas already can feel that headache returning. not from near over smelling twig, but from seeing the fact that she's going to be having one helluva long night this week. this time. god help her. especially after she already came to terms with her earlier discovery in the damn parking lot.)
....you use it to massage your clit for the main use of it, by the way.
(don't. ask please why she knows this from her stay there.
she will not elaborate, she will not answer, no. there will be no explanation given while she's attempting to do her best impression of someone that is not here. is this called disassociating? yeah, it is. is it a good idea and healthy? no, but sometimes a girl needs to pretend she's anywhere other than where she's at. that also includes now with the sex toy roulette.
with w.
yeah, can she get a refund on being forced to attend this party for the whole week?)
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... Oh. Yeah. Whatever, shut up, I knew that!
[ she doesn't, and that pisses her off too. what business does texas have, knowing more about this shit than her? and the words for all the parts too? w still isn't even sure that she has the parts for this thing. turns out there wasn't a whole lotta sex ed happening in the trenches of the civil war, though she's got overheard dick jokes for days. she knows plenty about pissing contests and dick waving. massages and clits? not so much. she can't even remember when her friends realized she was a girl instead of a boy, and after that revelation, there certainly weren't any follow up talks.
maybe she can kind of... tuck it away into someone's salad on the way to wherever they're going next. it's not like it'll be a problem later, right? maybe someone else's clit will even be glad for the little surprise. ]
We're going to go... use this now. Chop-chop, lover.
[ she informs the teller as a way of excusing them from the wheel, her fingers snapping for texas as she turns. the last thing she needs is to learn the true nature of more of those items and she doesn't want to give anyone the chance to call her out on not knowing her shit. fuck, man, she almost chose the beads, and now she's realizing THOSE probably weren't normal either. no, fuck that. having texas know she's way out of her element is already agony enough.
but she really can't help turning the plastic wand over in her hand. it's nice, it's electric, which will make for a bigger boom when she implants it with explosives later, but it really makes a girl wonder (once they're out of the teller's earshot, of course): ]
... What happens if we don't do any of this pervy shit?
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some would have commented on wanting a round with her or two, others would call them stupid due to the glaringly obvious in her preferences. she was long since found out to not be into them. this is not what she expected to explain perhaps, maybe they were lucky it didn't land on the gun. not that it'd be real. this place takes weapons from her recollection. that's part of the reason why they're expected to behave for a chance at receiving something back. however, texas doubts the house would willingly allow them to have such things. maybe whatever that thing she saw mona holding counted as enough once before, a vision.
just as expected, texas looks over at her watch and the screen. the clock on it reads 03:59:45, the comment that she was to use that to pleasure someone or consequences would be severe is clear. which....sadly means that her savings are in w's hands right now. that didn't take her long to follow w. not after she got a bit snappy, calling her lover? she almost wants to roll her eyes. yeah, sure. they're lovers. that's about like the idea of texas calling lappland, "cara mia", a snowballs chance in hell. though her spade mark flares in amusement at the idea of forcing that on her.
annoying ass....whatever, she'll pretend that it isn't trying to steer her into that mess again. that leaves dealing with her wondering how much w might be out her element, here. is she really not used to this? she would have expected mercs to sleep around in some manner of stress relief; they're out there and not able to sit pretty for long or rest long. seems like she learned something new about rhodes island's number one deviant and misfit tonight.
oh. she's that curious? texas does take a moment to think about it, should she tell her? it might bite her in the ass. then again, so would refusing to mention it.)
You're not marked yet, think I heard them say the punishment is your bank getting drained a high amount and a suit flare up. By the way, you don't want mine doing that.
(to prove her point, her glove is slipped off her left hand. the spade mark there is unsaturated but holds two familiar colors along the back of it. one texas and the other a familiar silver, both not colored in. thank the lord for that, she rather not introduce w to suit flare-ups by sex toy roulette.)
It also screws with my head. Makes me snappier than usual, more than that.
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but as much as she's a merc, she's never been a part of anything. ines and hoederer were always their own thing, and hoederer knew very well what mystique her codename brought with it, employing it to great effect. the result was that her reputation often preceded her well enough to make whatever job was on the table exceedingly easy, but apparently there was always the one drawback she's never really considered.
never HAD to consider. she's never wanted to be close to anyone and she's always known it's for the best that she never will be. and when your ideal has always been fucking theresa, the flawless, radiant king of sarkaz... it wasn't like she ever felt like she was missing out on anything either. there's never been anybody else like theresa and even now, w isn't about to start believing there's someone who could even try to compare, so why bother at all?
the thought of touching anyone in anything other than an act of violence makes her sick. and the thought of being touched... w jolts away from texas the second she extends her hand, as if the threat is there and real.
stupid. she's just showing her something. w mumbles a few sarkaz curses beneath her breath and takes a peek. ]
Real nice. They branded you like a burdenbeast.
[ oh, she's going to kill everyone responsible for that fucking mark. and then she'll hunt down their families, their children, end their bloodlines by her blade. she stares hatefully at the suit, and then blinks innocently up at texas. this is too heavy and serious, she needs to be a dick and smirk and comment: ]
I don't know, you seem pretty testy already. You sure you're not bugging right now?
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(ugh. ignoring that comment on her being branded like a burdenbeast aside (the one on her seeming more testy than usual too) they had to focus. her losing her savings meant trouble. like if both troublemakers wind up in the basement like broca and aak did, someone needed to foot the bill. she's not dumb enough to assume otherwise about what may or may not happen, just because texas got the big shot suite doesn't mean she's going to be dumb. someone has to be useful, rake in the money while also hustling her ass off in whatever way she can manage. honestly if she can get rid of this mark? she would have, but since this is their means of keeping people in check, there's no other solution to that problem.
they needed to keep it satisfied, which means sex. no sex means it starts to flare and saturate. her suit activating twice has taught her that she doesn't want a third one (though she can't quite remember the second, only vaguely) for the sake of not being in constant danger of it. she's gotten to know a few people better, they'd worry like hell any time her mental state seems different from her usual. not exactly the sort of place texas can do her usual avoiding others bit at. or in truth, avoiding people until she had to socialize for her own sanity.
she's at the end of the day a lone wolf (there is no changing that, she can blend in all she wants, but that won't change) that comes and goes as she pleases. the people around her had picked up on it more than the girls from penguin logistics, that caught cellinia off guard. especially after one called her out recently by one person she got to know more about.
texas won't say anything, not now about it. the hateful glance of that spades mark told her that w was being w, not wanting to admit what she's thinking in a similar vein. ha, she might be a forerunner for heading into spades territory like texas did if she winds up at check-in. that's hard to say. given they're on the way to a more private room while the clock is ticking, they better make this count. nothing more than what needs to be done, texas has to use it on w after all, or else they're both in trouble.)
Chips are the main draw of these games, anyway. That's the currency for this hellhole, basic casino stuff with gambling or sex being what pays out typically.
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I could always blow that arm right off. Bet it's got a tracker in there too — better safe than sorry!
[ her sardonic grin and the ease with which she threatens bodily harm is like a screensaver, there to keep her moving while she's otherwise mentally occupied. five months is a long time to go with no food or water. texas had mentioned one safe place — but they presumably take these chips too, it's not a charity kitchen. even her own idea of chopping off bits of texas until their hold on her is severed is quickly discarded: she knows herself what she'd do the moment one of her devices was tampered with. holy hell would rain down, that's what.
so there's no way around it. she just needs to get comfortable with the idea — and, more importantly, act like she's always been comfortable with it. just like killing with the old crew, she'll never get any respect in this heap if she shows the slightest bit of hesitation.
she's still not putting a ring on anybody's cock, though. they'll have to do her something worse than dead for that. ]
So it's fucking or betting to stay afloat.
[ at least until she starts wringing necks and launches this whole sorry state of affairs into the fucking stratosphere. what a time for the revenant to up and run off on her! life's so unfair, but luckily for her, it's always been that way. ]
Great. Good thing those are my other two specialties. If we were gonna stay here longer, you probably wouldn't have to worry about anything. I could be your...
[ what's that phrase, she must have heard it like a thousand years ago. something with ingredients... ]
Flour... mama.
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(she's being smart enough to take them there, texas has her head together enough despite what drinking she did to know that doing this in the open is....horrible. a horrible idea. she's not into voyeurism first off, second off? given the freaks around (not the actual players, but you get the idea) they shouldn't risk someone trying to join. limb loss is also not on her agenda, plus the watch itself seems unbreakable. nothing could destroy these damn things that everyone got fitted with. maybe the ai might also teach w how to read, for all texas knows, better than how some had it from her recollection of things posted on the network before they learned how to navigate more.
some could read, but not navigate modern tech. others were....yeah, others seemed like a lost cause to her. but texas says nothing else, she would thankfully keep to food and water at her own suite. she was meticulous about groceries when not eating at the red cardinal. luckily the water wasn't tampered with in the suites, either. which means that they're safe enough. more importantly, it also means that they got some manner of safety (as long as they're mindful) in this resort.
anything else would come naturally, but she's wondering to herself if she ought to try and send people to get to know the most anti-social operator of rhodes island. second thought, one person she's thinking about would be a bad idea if she got her hands on her. that flowery woman would likely turn her revenge drive into her entertainment.
she's also not buying that for a second, not about this being w's specialty.
fucking that is, gambling? sure, she could believe that. she's heard enough about her gambling and how risky that is; a lot of it being more betting her life, but for a sarkaz w has more lives than most. the devil's luck as it's called.)
That's right.
(wait.)
....you mean sugar mama?
(that. yeah, that was the actual term, not flour mama. so much for her seeming "cool" for the moment. texas did seem more stone faced than ever at that, the patented thousand yard stare included. not a mental image she wants, please and thank you.
who would trust w to be a sugar mama? she screams that vibe she'd turn it into her own entertainment for kicks by making it a sport. a bloodbath essentially, and not the kind that she dealt with over halloween.)
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either way, w bristles at the correction. sugar, flour, she doesn't even know the difference! she's responsible enough to be the water boiler, that's always been the exact limits of her job, the rest of the cooking shit is OBVIOUSLY left to pathetic men like hoederer who can't do anything else useful. with a huff, she exclaims: ]
That's what I fucking said! What's the point of having those huge, goofy ears if you can never make out a damn thing I say? Offer officially retracted.
[ gaslight gatekeep girlboss, you know how it is. at least it hurries w along in their short trek, inspiring her to pull ahead and swing open one of the doors that they're approaching, completely disregarding the silver plaque affixed to it. she's expecting another game room, maybe a private blackjack table or craps table, and indeed an attendant meets her at the door with a hand of four cards on offer. w barely pays her any mind, ripping out a card at random and throwing those heavy velvet curtains aside to clear her path. stupid texas, stupid peacock, stupid useless obstacles in her path.
through the moody lighting, w can make out a wall of private rooms but no game that she can really recognize. she sees other people roaming about the hideaway, comparing the cards they presumably collected at the door, and it occurs to her to tuck her own behind her back as she wheels around on her heels to face texas again. ]
I've got a nasty feeling about this place...
[ considering this whole place is a fucking nightmare. much as she can't accept that she's finally found herself in a situation she's in no way equipped to deal with — or assassinate her way out of — the wariness in her voice is very real. the way the people here are milling about and approaching others just doesn't sit right with her, and for now she's holding off the first patron that seems to take interest in their combined entrance with a lethal stare, but it's clear they've either got to move now or find a place to stash a corpse later. ]
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(look, she's not judging. if she winds up with two unhinged women taking advantage of her rank, she might however start questioning her life decisions again. not like she hasn't during her stay. maybe also not quite giving a damn about what happens to this place, she's got enough of a brain to keep in mind that she isn't too interested in protecting the resort. just the people that she befriended.
(unfortunately that extends to aak too, kind of, until he starts trying to stick needles in her.)
but ignoring that, she's got a feeling that she might have dragged them into another game from trying to find somewhere not public for this stupid magic wand. based off the number of them, she's looking it over while also not quite paying much attention to the "gaslight, gatekeep, girlbossing" that w was attempting. no, she knows what she heard. she's just petty enough to do that with correcting when she feels like. not that she wants to be the responsible one with broca, but sometimes it falls on the two stoics who almost certainly want to just fade into the background while silently screaming.
whatever, they can do this while she also grabs a random card. if they can, they can get the toy used and that's that. it's not like texas is expecting pillow talk and intimate secrets or confessions. she's hardly the same way whenever it comes to these things, five months at the resort involved or not. she didn't look her card over when she grabs that; some of the guests also seem to be happily asking one another about what they wound up with.
maybe they should try sneaking up into the lounge? too late now, they're here and looks like some of them are almost certainly eyeing them. enough that texas also hid her own card, glaring in their direction to get the point across before turning her attention back to w. they'll need to deal with this, get in and out. they're not adding another game on this list of shit they're dealing with tonight.)
Come on, don't think we're following the rules of this one. Was trying to give us some space.
(doms and subs, right. because she wants to deal with more insanity tonight, they're both bound to just leave instead. they had time to find an actual spot to use that toy at before texas had a nasty surprise lurking from her suit flaring up thanks to the counter going down to a big, nasty, zero.)
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but fuck if she isn't tempted every time some rando flashes eyes at texas. she's not getting as much attention, probably because it looks like she might snap at any moment, her left eye twitching with the impulse to lash out violently at every innocuous brush from strangers passing by, but that doesn't matter. right now, texas is as good as one of her men back home, the only real ally she's got in this place, and these mother fuckers are really encroaching on their ranks here.
the detonator turns out to be a gentleman clearing his throat for texas's attention. w whirls on him with the combined and very misplaced fury of all the myriad souls, her hands fluttering erratically through the air: ]
EYES ON THE FUCKING GROUND!! PLEASE, don't even dream about it, it'd be too pathetic and I'd have to put you out of your fucking misery right here and now.
[ if ines were here, she'd drive w directly up a wall taunting her about how tense she is. the one silver lining she has to cling to: no wicked psychic stepmother calling her out on all her shitty moods. instead, she bounds over to that wall of doors, cracking open the first one, impatiently ushering texas inside.
space. that's exactly what she needs: space, quiet, and to just not be dealing with any and all of this. she has to think and plan and figure out how to get her hands on some real weapons. and most of all, she needs people to stop looking at her and texas like they're trying to figure out what they can get outta them.
the door shut behind her, she leans against it and takes a big, deep breath. like hoederer taught her, in through the nose, out through the... ]
What?? What is it? Why do you keep looking at that watch?
[ should she be looking at hers? do more fresh hells still yet await her? ]
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she's got a guess or two on what that could mean from the way her spade mark burns like it's mocking her again.
they're not dealing with much right now while trying to find their way around. that is until w goes off yelling, the threats of violence causing texas to snap out of her distraction from the grim reality of the moment sinking in more. god help her. if she has to use the damn thing on w, can she please be put out her misery? she rather not use a magic wand on terra's most deadliest merc to ever walk the planet. she's going to consider it lucky that w did save her before dragging her into one of the rooms.
it's got the basics, a nice bed and seats. something luxurious for play time between the people that enter the hideaway. the awkward thing though, she almost winces from getting dragged out of her thoughts. shit.)
So....the magic wand has a catch, if I don't use it in four hours? I'm fixing to get hit with consequences and a drained bank account.
(she rather die right around now, please. she's thinking about it, and it's not as if she isn't useless. they're the ones that rolled the wheel or rather, had texas roll even if this is better than them winding up trying to figure out how to get off using a cockring when they're women.
which. also isn't good, given the clock now reads 02:45:50.
is she considering trying to throw it at someone and praying? probably, but she knows that she doesn't want to keep the damn thing. not after having to use it. why would she? she's not going to be that sort of person that collects sex toys from a roulette wheel of all damn things.
not one that like that.)
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she's just fine right here hanging against the door, thanks!! her own watch is spared a glance; there doesn't seem to be a countdown of any kind, and it's mostly just ticking through what she's going to guess are informational points about the place they're at. none of it helpful toward any end she's contemplating or ready to accept, of course, so she gives up on that almost immediately.
just in time for it to register what texas means. a soft pffffft of air escapes her, her face crumpling as she tries and fails not to giggle herself in half. thanks, texas, she needed this brief flash of levity. ]
So what? I'll turn around. And believe me, I won't peek.
[ wouldn't be the worst she's overheard from a roommate/campmate/whatever. as long as she doesn't start reciting sarkaz poetry to that plastic wand, it won't even be close.
the most annoying thing is actually how easily they've cowed texas with this shit. she's not sure she's ever heard of anything more ridiculous than spinning a wheel and being forced to do something. it's not that she cares AT ALL about the actual element of texas herself, which is a true truth in the truest sense, but certainly no one in any world deserves to be pinned beneath the threat of an excised livelihood and freaky involuntary body horror. ]
Can't imagine you're much of a screamer anyway.
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(did she sound like she was disassociating again? yes, yes she is. from how her spade mark is burning, it's laughing at her again in mockery. she did glare at it from under her left glove, ugh. forced compliance was to make them behave, play along with the games. the house doesn't give a shit if you want to do it or not. this place forces discomfort on any soul that's stuck here, whether they want to embrace that or even go down swinging.
this wasn't a solo act that the toy demands, it's a duo act. so yes, no amateur wolf pornography going in the background with someone watching/listening, whatever.
the patented thousand yard stare says plenty, she does not want to do this and get hit by that nasty surprise. not after two suit activations. again, which causes that spade mark to burn. god, she wants to stick her hand in hot water and burn it than deal with that brat. she even did take her glove off to look it over, yikes, there's a bit of saturation to it which is also annoying her.
okay, so she got a bit of a laugh at cellinia's expense. the rest won't be so funny given she does have to use the damn thing. hope she's ready for texas being annoyed while using it depending!)
Who the hell are you calling a screamer? If I had to bet someone was a screamer, it's you.
(why. why does she have to open her mouth, but texas doesn't back down from these things. she's an escape artist and a runaway, sure, but she's not going to just shut up and let herself get mocked at a time like this. that stupid spade mark is agitating enough without it.)
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five months, texas said. coming up on the fringes of the kazdel outlands, w knows that a regular old sarkaz like herself can't make it more than two months without food, a few scant weeks without water. she's not dumb, either, this was always in the back of her mind, the idea that she'll have to shut up and put out at least once until she's liberated them all from this place. for what a sham this whole operation is, it seems like they're pretty stringent on the rules and have the tech to enforce it.
her shoulders bump the door and she can already feel her spirit trying to leak right back out of it, but... she sort of got texas into this mess, didn't she? big fan of suffering though she is, she's never intended to cause any to texas. (her shining personality aside — it's just the way all sarkaz are, texas is right not to take her barbs too seriously.) if they wanna get out of here, they ALL need to help each other up, and...
like a candle in the wind, her smile keeps flickering, flickering, then brightens abruptly. ]
I'll take that bet.
[ her heart is hammering away at the pit of her throat, but it's no big deal. they'll just do it and move on, who cares? she's definitely not some pathetic sort of loser who puts a lot of stock in this sort of thing, it's whatever!! maybe now she kinda sorta wishes she'd asked hoederer how he'd managed to rip all those squealy noises out of ines in the night instead of dressing them down dirty for it in the morning, but she's w, she doesn't lose.
especially not to texas. if she's not backing down, w isn't either. she brushes the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it drape low as she takes one nearly-tentative step forward, her face burning hot enough to ignite the room. ]
If only because you're almost hot in that suit.
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she didn't ask for much, just food and something she can drink without issue. something that won't be laced, even if she did seem to be somewhat apologetic. this wasn't her idea of a good time. not dragging in someone else that didn't seem to want to do anything along these lines, either. she's got enough of a good head on her shoulders, but she knows w like herself isn't going to be completely upfront (texas has had five months to consider that) about these things. the sarkaz way of trading barbs was something that didn't faze her from the first time she heard it, up until now included.
her little bet aside, she did that without thinking. half from that spade mark being active due to the timer ticking, other half because she's always been this way. texas doesn't back down from challenges. not easily, this counts as one such moment for her: since the whole screamer remark was enough to light that fire.
a bet might be....easier for this, give a reason for them to not feel as awkward or irritated. or whatever w is feeling before turning her attention at the toy briefly. it should have decent settings.)
Almost? How about, if you're not a screamer, I'll pay for your meals at the Red Cardinal for a week.
(look, she's not very good at this either. it's texas. texas who can't flirt worth shit on her good days unless she's not even trying. don't ask her how she has people "rizzed" up by her for being herself. but texas is also charming (for someone that feels like people are talking to a brick wall) enough in using her words. she knows how to talk and knows how to walk. knows how to play a good game while maintaining her own speed when she has to.
if she's looking at w's shoulders, no, no she isn't. stupid spade mark. well, whatever. she'll do this when she reaches to unbutton the golden buttons on this suit jacket and set aside. a black vest and white button up shirt was on underneath it. she came prepared seems like for the event, wearing something that she can easily remove with the thicker layers while having something comfortable on under them.
she's not so stupid to assume that the resort wouldn't have pushed something on her eventually throughout the night.)
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[ what a way to sign away her own body. not that it matters much, she knows she's a sick, twisted sarkaz, polluted with rage and disease and an ancestral cruelty that borders on psychosis. she should have died ages ago, it's just her luck that she's lived long enough to backslide right to start.
scraping and scrounging and doing anything she's got to in order to survive. nothing ever changes, not even with all the power in the world. there's always some unexpected variable waiting in the wings to blow it all away, like it was nothing more than a dream.
well. this isn't really the same. as far as trust goes, w harbors some semblance of it for texas. she knows her as dependable, which goes a long way for any sarkaz, and she's pretty certain texas wouldn't be the type to flap her gums and announce to the first moron she sees that she's banged w, of all people. probably mostly because she wouldn't want to admit it herself. she doesn't even particularly want to crawl out of her skin when texas removes her coat. her stupid monotonous voice is pretty soothing on her overworked, over-fraught nerves. if it has to be anyone...
her skirt billows high as she leans over to roll her tights down her thighs. they'd be the perfect length to hang herself with right now, but unfortunately she definitely wants to live long enough to see theresis vaporized, so they instead become a lasso she can loop around texas's shoulders and pull her closer by. ]
And if I do...
[ at least she's enough of assassin to know how to steady her fingers no matter how much the stakes are weighing down upon her. she undoes the buttons of texas's vest just about as quick as she can pull a trigger. ]
Not likely, but I guess you can use me for whatever sick, twisted scenarios you get yourself roped into for that same amount of time.
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or in this case, helping someone survive. w would get chips to work after this if she were checked-in. cellinia's card, too. having a card banked back for later is a good start for this hellhole, not that she started with one in her bank. but, one would get the idea.
she's got a stoic tone, low and soft. something soothing when she can purr it out for someone that's supposed to be a canine. attractive when she wants to be, given that she cleans up nicely. her hat and cane were left off to the side, don't ask how she can pull off a look like this. with a top hat and a walking stick of all damn things like she's some kind of rich big shot again as an heiress. that's far from true, she's not the heiress any longer and this isn't necessarily something she would have done back then, either. not even during the carneval. besides, they're both objectively a pair of misfits. and maybe she can admit w can look attractive.
not that they're one another's types, but it's a thought. that's good enough. good enough that she found her attention on w again after the tights go around her neck, her shoulders, and pull cellinia close. she's got her attention, amber eyes lit up in the dim lights in this room. good, she didn't need much to focus on the now.
plus it shut up that brat of a spade mark she has.)
Lucky you, I don't always go around getting myself in chaos.
(does this count as terrible flirting? yeah, probably. not that texas couldn't, she just was better suited for sticking her sword in something or someone that got in her way. she's still made for a fight, made for a battlefield more than some sex casino.
....that and at least she trusts w enough, that's something else. somehow she always finds the unpredictable people can be more reliable than those that are sane, but that's because she's by no means normal herself.)
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[ big talk from someone who only has a few scant inches on texas. she's gotta cling to what she's got here, which isn't much at all. she just knows that if texas is mildly annoyed with her, it's her best bet for getting through this without having to make any embarrassing confessions. it's always better to be the recipient of anger than mockery — or worse, getting caught looking vulnerable.
that's simply not an option. she's got texas's attention, good, she'll divert it right down to her chest, where her breasts are threatening to spill out from the too-tight bra they stuffed her in at the door. it's not like she doesn't know exactly how to lean to make an underwire buckle and forfeit an already losing battle. she undoes the last button on texas's shirt and pushes the fabric aside, helping her roll it off her shoulders.
not the worst shoulders. much better she'd have expected without those flashy accoutrements. her tongue rolls over her lips thoughtfully. ]
But I guess you could just use me.
[ thank fuck texas isn't overly handsy or w isn't sure how she'd deal with it. it's just the low tones of her voice and the rising warmth of her body as w unwraps her like an unexpected gift, letting her take her time and absorb that this is really about to happen. her red-lacquered nails sail over one of the faded scars on texas's torso, but don't touch. they curl around texas's shoulder instead, urging her back against the door where she can hike one leg up around texas's waist.
and there it is. it's the last thing she wants to say to anybody who isn't theresa, but if she doesn't say it now, she'll lose her nerve. better to do it while there's this warm glow flickering inside her at the sight of her chest pressed flush against texas's. her hips lift urgently, her leg tightening. ]
Touch me.
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not the way some might like. that doesn't need to be her focus, she did notice it. her breasts threatening to spill out whenever the cool breeze of the room touches her skin. she's running hot, but that's not unexpected. flashy isn't always her style, not the furs or the lapels that came with it. that cape she was stuck wearing until she found herself liberated of it.
the drop of it, her dress shirt and vest, felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. the scars are numerous, but that's not surprising. the familiga life does this often. so does her work as an armed courier, typically. she's not the handsy type, that's for the best. most texas does is gauge her partners reactions to get an idea on how they might respond to it. she's not the best at it yet, but she's getting there and had a feeling a bit slow wouldn't be a bad idea to not push her out her comfort zone. that's how texas is with physical touch, even if she was being pushed more to accept it by people in her life that would get touchy-feely.)
....guess it couldn't hurt to include that for my end if you win, too, that you can use me.
(she needs to keep herself focused, even with them backed up against the door. she's pressed against w when her leg hooks itself around her waist, amber eyes drift in thought before wetting her lips a bit. what the hell, why not? w's been dealing with nerves at an all-time from the resort, texas has been frustrated about being forced to attend that party they're stuck dealing with. they can make this work and pretend after whether it was nice or not that nothing happened.
that is if they do pretend when that little urgent plea hits her, so she wishes then. texas doesn't say anything more, not whenever one hand finds itself on the thigh that so helpfully rests around her waist. the gloved one, but that can change in a bit while her left one reaches to help free her breasts from that tight bra and dress. as best as she can (mind you, she is still holding that toy) while preoccupied with running her lips along w's neck. )
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