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It has recently come to our attention that many of our guests have not been focusing on their health and wellness. In an effort to encourage healthy living and help our beloved guests get in shape, a grand sports festival will be held in the Golden Peacock. This sports festival will include many small games and four large games.
Prior to the festival, guests will have the opportunity to train and prepare for the games with our expert coaches.
We hope you are as excited as we are! And, as always, we hope you enjoy your stay. 】
BEAK
MEET THE TEAM
♦ DIAMONDS GAME ♦
OMEGADOME: HUNTING GAME
A cheerful pair of game managers stand outside the conservatory doors and block all guests that try to enter. They quickly explain that a special Diamonds game is taking place inside and only guests that agree to participate may enter. This game is a physical exercise that riffs on "Hunting", which is a popular sport in many different countries and civilizations. Of course, it is one hundred percent safe, and all guests that play are eligible to win massive chip prizes, store vouchers, fabulous prizes, and more.
Details about the game? Those can't be shared outside of the conservatory. Only the brave and those willing to risks will reap the benefits of this Diamonds game. So step right up, dear guests, and sign this waiver before stepping into the flourishing beauty of the conservatory for a brand new adventure.
♥ HEARTS GAME ♥
DOUBLES' THERMO: SURVIVAL GAME
Chickadees is sparing no expense on advertising their e-sport games over the course of the sports festival. Posters, notifications, stickers, fliers! Come one, come all. Sports don't need to be physical. Guests that duck into the arcade will find a variety of e-sport games to enjoy, but the real showstopper that every single employee is aggressively promoting is the new immersive VR game, DOUBLES' THERMO.
A large swath of egg-shaped pods have been installed in the back half of Chickadees. Any guest that shows an iota of interest will be assaulted by employees encouraging them to give it a try. They will offer vouchers for a free session, encourage with mentions of prizes that can be won from the arcade's coveted prize wall, and persuade by praising how high tech and immersive the experience is. Some employees are desperate enough to trick or push guests into the pods if they aren't willing to go in themselves.
However they've ended up inside the VR egg, guests will find themselves submerged in strange fluid as the lid closes. Everything fades away into darkness as the game loads...
♣ CLUBS GAME ♣
QUACK AND COVER: SHOOTING GAME
Cloaca & Dagger has temporarily outfitted itself as a neon-bright paintball course. Gone are the wild sex setups in exchange for series of obstacles and obstructions for guests to navigate while in pursuit of paintball championship. This high intensity game of strategy and physical fitness promises to exhilarate! Welcome to Quack and Cover, a game where your shooting skills and ingenuity will be put to the test.
So say the game managers at the door before following up with a few disclaimers. Cloaca & Dagger is not responsible for any physical or psychological trauma guests may incur while inside. Guests that join the game will then be outfitted in tight black underarmor and supplied with a paintball gun and protective mask before being let loose on the course.
♠ SPADES GAME ♠
PECKING ORDER: MMA GAME
During night hours, many long-standing guests make their way through Talon toward the gym’s creaky basement stairs. Three floors down and then through a desolate hallway with littered with abandoned equipment. Double doors wait at the end, unassuming until they’ve been opened…
Flashing lights, jeers, and the thick odor of sweat. You’ve found the Pecking Order, a late-night mixed martial arts event where guests show their prowess in the ring. Spectating guests shout and messily eat snacks on make-shift bleachers while fighters clash inches away, using only their bodies to fight for dominance and win. Pecking Order is very informal; guests only need to sign up in order to get added to the docket. Anyone can watch, though they will be vaguely warned at the door that even spectating comes with risks.
LOCKER ROOMS
YOU WASH MY BACK, I'LL WASH YOURS
Every training and game location has a door labeled LOCKER ROOM right outside the entrance. These doors all connect to the same massive locker room. The magic of these locker room doors goes one way. Trying to go back to the place you just were by backtracking will not work — you’ll just end up in Beak! All guests will be advised to finish their games before hitting the showers.
The Golden Peacock is proud to present our upgraded and extended locker room. Please come in and enjoy the facilities, catch-up with your teammates, and enjoy some healthy drinks provided by our favorite resort convenience store, Cock-a-doodle-doo’s!
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[ Minato dips his head to acknowledge the other person's gratitude. He's someplace new. Manners will serve him well. Ergo, he won't comment on the flush creeping up into the other teen's cheeks.
His neutral expression shifts to mild surprise though as a question is leveled to him, eyes widening a bit at the unexpected comment. He's... asking if he was all right? ]
...yeah.
[ Hm. It seems he must look about as tired as he feels. ]
Long day.
[ Hopefully he won't oversleep tomorrow from the exhausting day. A sore back seems inevitable though: a physical reminder to get up on time. ]
[ He pauses for a long moment, as if considering something, taking the time to take a sip of the water and put the cap back on. Then, he glances at the clock on the wall. It's almost quitting time, and the coaches seem preoccupied with bossing around a bunch of people who are desperately trying to finish running laps around the track.
So, Genya tucks the water bottle into his pocket and holds out his hands. ]
Here, give me that. Looks heavy. [ the box of bottles, he means. something like that is easy for him to carry — he trains pushing bolders across town, after all — but this guy has some real noodle arms. ] We can probably head back to the locker room. I don't think they'll notice.
[ Oh... Was it that obvious he was Struggling with the box? Fortunately, he's too weary to have his pride wounded. Minato glances down at the box before looking over at the coaches yelling near the tracks. ...they do seem pretty distracted. Probably won't notice him if he slips away a little early.
Minato sets the box in the stranger's hands, breathing in relief as the weight is lifted from his sore arms. ]
Sounds like a plan.
[ He offers the other teen a grateful smile. This guy -- despite being complete strangers, he's readily offering a helping hand. Granted, carrying a box of water bottles is probably nothing for someone who rolls boulders for basic training. ]
It's nothing. [ Genya hefts the box over his shoulder with minimal effort; he could do the same even if it were ten times heavier. ] We should help each other out. They're all crazy around here...
[ He huffs, sending the coaches one last narrowed stare before trudging in the direction of the locker room and barracks. Sweat from earlier training beads down his temple and throat. ]
You... what's your name? [ a beat, ] You don't have a cousin here, do you?
[ This guy looks suspiciously similar Kazuya Minegishi, his unofficial nemesis within the resort. Only, he's cuter than that Kazuya, and seems to have a better temperament he isn't biased at all. ]
[ So the unreasonable coaches weren't a one-off thing? It feels like he's uncovering something new about this bizarre resort each day.
He watches as his company lifts the box over his shoulder as though it were filled with packing peanuts instead of full water bottles. Well okay then. Truly, he should be the one toting the box of bottles instead of Minato.
And so he finds himself trailing after the other teen, walking in silence until he's asked a question. ]
Arisato. ...Arisato Minato.
[ The second question is a little more difficult to answer. After all, he doesn't know every single person roaming about this place. ]
...I don't know. I haven't been here that long.
[ There must be a reason why he's being asked though, right? ]
… no reason. You just look like you could be related to someone here that I know. [ he is quiet for a moment before adding: ] It’s better if you’re not. He’s a troublemaker that smells like wet dog.
[ This is unfair slander, Genya’s well aware of it, but he is completely unwilling to accept his attraction to that demon and can only throw potshots at times to console himself. At least he didn’t straight out say that he’s a demon that could eat people if he wanted to, but apparently doesn’t.
[ Huh. Maybe he does have a relative here roaming around? The only way to confirm that though would be to run into that person himself. A troublemaker that smells like wet dog... Minato files that information away, tucks it into the back of his head just in case he needs it later. ]
...three days.
[ Not long enough to get a grasp on where he'd landed, but enough time to realize that this place was no dream.
Perhaps in another day or so, he may bump into that troublemaker who smells like wet dog. ]
How about you?
[ Based on his comment about everyone at this resort being utterly out of their minds, Minato figures he's probably been here for a little while. ]
[ In that case, he shouldn’t scare him too much with everything that goes on around here. It’s already overwhelming enough when you first show up. Genya’s eyelashes lower in thought before he unceremoniously kicks open the locker room door and plops the bottles down on a bench. ]
Over a year. Time is weird here, but I’d say that’s about right. Too damn long. [ but it’s his own fault because he has a gentle heart and wants to hold hands before banging. is that so crazy!! ] … but I’m unlucky. You’ll probably have a better time.
[ Somewhere, in another thread, Minato remembers that ooc comment and realizes he's bumped into the exact person Genya was thinking about ... ]
Over a year...?
[ That sure is a long time. "Too damn long" definitely sums it up. Either way it's useful information. Good to know he should be prepared to be stuck here for awhile.
It is what it is. The Seal sure works in mysterious ways.
Minato follows his company while hovering nearby, gaze straying to the box of bottles. It sure made a loud noise due to it still being filled with untouched water bottles. How strong was this guy...? ]
You're unlucky?
[ He looks back at the stranger with a small frown. ]
[ Looking back at Minato’s big baby blues, Genya stands there, awkwardly. It feels obvious to him—he slowly reaches for a towel to wipe down some of the sweat from his earlier workout. That pack of water bottles had been nothing, really. ]
Uh… y’know, I’m not the best lookin’ guy around.
[ He’s a tall, scarred up beefcake in a resort filled with gorgeous women and confusingly beautiful twinks. Both of which make him so nervous that he can barely speak, sometimes. That’s too embarrassing to admit, so he downplays it, scrubbing the towel over his mohawk, ]
And I never did anything like this back home. I’m real outta place. A year later and it’s still difficult…
[ He won’t explain how his heart hurts every time, either, because he wants to be with someone he loves and cares for. Being with someone you love and who loves you matters!!! ]
[ A remark that's delivered simply and sincerely because, in Minato's eye, it's only the truth. Never mind that Minato's never been the sort to judge a book by its cover. This person's been helpful and even kind to him. What wasn't there to like?
Plus, some people are into tall, scarred up beefcakes!!
Minato settles down on one of the benches, exhaling a bit in relief from finally getting to sit again. He's had enough of running for a whole day between cleaning up equipment. ]
...I don't think that's a bad thing, wanting to be close with someone first.
[ Different strokes for different folks, etc. etc. Not everyone can be expected to be laissez-faire about all this. In fact, one might argue he's in the right and it's this bizarre resort that's really upside-down... ]
[ Stop...... stop being pure and wholesome...... he can't look Minato in the eye because he's too genuine and it makes Genya's chest cotton up strangely. A prickle of nerves and a faint dust of color over his cheeks—he grumbles, scrubbing his palm over his face, pretending like it's from training and not the sparkle of what the kids call dokis. ]
... Maybe. But it doesn't make staying here easy.
[ He gives the other teen a look before padding over to the towels. After selecting a clean one, he runs it under the cool tap and wrings it out well before standing in front of Minato, folding it, and then draping it gently over the top of his head. It isn't too cold, enough to offer some relief. ]
You look tired. Try and cool down a bit. [ he huffs, stepping away to avoid those big, wholesome eyes, ] I'm sure they'll have you back to runnin' around as soon as they can.
give it time for the cr to simmer a lil hehe......
[ ...it probably does make staying at the Golden Peacock a bit of a struggle. Take too long to get comfortable enough for physical intimacy, and the other person might just float away for someone else willing to give them quicker attention.
Minato's eyes had drifted shut for a moment, taking the brief reprieve as an opportunity to rest. They blink open again as something cool and damp sets itself on top of his head. He reaches up to feel it and -- oh. A damp towel from his company?
It's... refreshing against his hair. He takes it into his hands and presses it against his cheek. ]
...thanks. You probably have other things to get done though, don't you?
[ And yet here he was, making sure Minato could rest properly. A cool towel though... Very smart. Minato feels better already. And because the other teen has his back turned, it seems he won't see the way Minato's eyes soften a bit. ]
No, I've been done a while. Training like this is nothing for me. We did much more intense courses back home.
[ ... not to brag, but training against the top hashira and doing things like pushing boulders makes weight lifting and sports pretty simple to handle. He had finished up the recommended training course a while ago and had been puttering around, left to his own devices, before Minato came along.
Keeping his hands busy, Genya helps himself to a cool towel as well, rubbing down the back of his neck and shoulders. ]
[ He supposes this guest did strike him as the sort who engaged in fairly intensive physical training. What kind of world did he come from...?
Minato's wandering thoughts are cut short by the offered name. Shinazugawa Genya -- he'll have to commit that to memory. He nods to acknowledge the name before pressing the cold towel to his other cheek. ]
Shinazugawa, then.
[ The other guests have generally been friendly, readily offering their given names over their surnames. Minato doesn't want to make any assumptions though. ]
...you're a fighter?
[ Why else would Genya be engaging in such intense physical training? ]
[ Genya doesn’t seem to mind the use of his last name, just nodding when Minato confirms. Then, he plops onto the bench beside the other boy, but makes sure to leave a little room between them. ]
That’s right. Back in Japan, it’s life or death. Training like this isn’t so bad.
[ He looks over to the other boy, giving him another look over and making an assumption—]
[ There'd certainly been a fair share of life or death for Minato, but the casual delivery of Genya's comments makes it sound like that's the typical lived experience. Perhaps he'd landed here from a different version of Japan? ]
...?
[ "Modern era"? ]
...I think so.
[ Who's to say there weren't guests from the far-flung future, who'd consider their days to be contemporary time? Genya might be from the "past," but he was only from a bygone era in comparison to Minato. ]
I'm from a time where most people haven't trained like you.
Right. Thought so. You’re from the… 2000s? I know a few people from that time.
[ This assessment is based off of nothing outside of the fact that Minato’s arms are noodly, his legs are skinny, and he has the pale unblemished skin of a newborn babe. A beautiful boy like this would be either a rich second son or a pampered male entertainer if they were from the same time. ]
It’s Taisho, for me. Or… it was.
[ He pauses for a moment, wondering … does everyone just get hot in the future? All of the girls and guys he’s met are so svelte and pretty. ]
[ Minato nods. Genya's guessed correctly on his first try. Taisho era though... That's a long time ago, but it's certainly not ancient history. ]
I don't think I've met anyone here from your time.
[ Not that he's met too many people here just yet. ]
...the future must be quiet compared to your time.
[ Granted, his own time has its share of chaos, but nothing that requires lifting boulders. On the other hand, maybe that was one of Akihiko's secret training techniques. Minato casts another look at Genya with a curious frown. ]
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His neutral expression shifts to mild surprise though as a question is leveled to him, eyes widening a bit at the unexpected comment. He's... asking if he was all right? ]
...yeah.
[ Hm. It seems he must look about as tired as he feels. ]
Long day.
[ Hopefully he won't oversleep tomorrow from the exhausting day. A sore back seems inevitable though: a physical reminder to get up on time. ]
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So, Genya tucks the water bottle into his pocket and holds out his hands. ]
Here, give me that. Looks heavy. [ the box of bottles, he means. something like that is easy for him to carry — he trains pushing bolders across town, after all — but this guy has some real noodle arms. ] We can probably head back to the locker room. I don't think they'll notice.
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Minato sets the box in the stranger's hands, breathing in relief as the weight is lifted from his sore arms. ]
Sounds like a plan.
[ He offers the other teen a grateful smile. This guy -- despite being complete strangers, he's readily offering a helping hand. Granted, carrying a box of water bottles is probably nothing for someone who rolls boulders for basic training. ]
...thanks.
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[ He huffs, sending the coaches one last narrowed stare before trudging in the direction of the locker room and barracks. Sweat from earlier training beads down his temple and throat. ]
You... what's your name? [ a beat, ] You don't have a cousin here, do you?
[ This guy looks suspiciously similar Kazuya Minegishi, his unofficial nemesis within the resort. Only, he's cuter than that Kazuya, and seems to have a better temperament
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He watches as his company lifts the box over his shoulder as though it were filled with packing peanuts instead of full water bottles. Well okay then. Truly, he should be the one toting the box of bottles instead of Minato.
And so he finds himself trailing after the other teen, walking in silence until he's asked a question. ]
Arisato. ...Arisato Minato.
[ The second question is a little more difficult to answer. After all, he doesn't know every single person roaming about this place. ]
...I don't know. I haven't been here that long.
[ There must be a reason why he's being asked though, right? ]
...why?
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[ This is unfair slander, Genya’s well aware of it, but he is completely unwilling to accept his attraction to that demon and can only throw potshots at times to console himself. At least he didn’t straight out say that he’s a demon that could eat people if he wanted to, but apparently doesn’t.
He glances over at the other boy again, ]
How long have you been here?
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...three days.
[ Not long enough to get a grasp on where he'd landed, but enough time to realize that this place was no dream.
Perhaps in another day or so, he may bump into that troublemaker who smells like wet dog. ]
How about you?
[ Based on his comment about everyone at this resort being utterly out of their minds, Minato figures he's probably been here for a little while. ]
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Pls beat him up when you do ok!!!]Oh. So you’re a real new guest…
[ In that case, he shouldn’t scare him too much with everything that goes on around here. It’s already overwhelming enough when you first show up. Genya’s eyelashes lower in thought before he unceremoniously kicks open the locker room door and plops the bottles down on a bench. ]
Over a year. Time is weird here, but I’d say that’s about right. Too damn long. [ but it’s his own fault because he has a gentle heart and wants to hold hands before banging. is that so crazy!! ] … but I’m unlucky. You’ll probably have a better time.
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Over a year...?
[ That sure is a long time. "Too damn long" definitely sums it up. Either way it's useful information. Good to know he should be prepared to be stuck here for awhile.
It is what it is. The Seal sure works in mysterious ways.
Minato follows his company while hovering nearby, gaze straying to the box of bottles. It sure made a loud noise due to it still being filled with untouched water bottles. How strong was this guy...? ]
You're unlucky?
[ He looks back at the stranger with a small frown. ]
I don't understand.
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Uh… y’know, I’m not the best lookin’ guy around.
[ He’s a tall, scarred up beefcake in a resort filled with gorgeous women and confusingly beautiful twinks. Both of which make him so nervous that he can barely speak, sometimes. That’s too embarrassing to admit, so he downplays it, scrubbing the towel over his mohawk, ]
And I never did anything like this back home. I’m real outta place. A year later and it’s still difficult…
[ He won’t explain how his heart hurts every time, either, because he wants to be with someone he loves and cares for. Being with someone you love and who loves you matters!!! ]
That’s just me, though.
DON'T LET THE HATERS GET U DOWN KING!!!
I think you look fine.
[ A remark that's delivered simply and sincerely because, in Minato's eye, it's only the truth. Never mind that Minato's never been the sort to judge a book by its cover. This person's been helpful and even kind to him. What wasn't there to like?
Plus, some people are into tall, scarred up beefcakes!!
Minato settles down on one of the benches, exhaling a bit in relief from finally getting to sit again. He's had enough of running for a whole day between cleaning up equipment. ]
...I don't think that's a bad thing, wanting to be close with someone first.
[ Different strokes for different folks, etc. etc. Not everyone can be expected to be laissez-faire about all this. In fact, one might argue he's in the right and it's this bizarre resort that's really upside-down... ]
wow maybe kiss him about it then 😳
... Maybe. But it doesn't make staying here easy.
[ He gives the other teen a look before padding over to the towels. After selecting a clean one, he runs it under the cool tap and wrings it out well before standing in front of Minato, folding it, and then draping it gently over the top of his head. It isn't too cold, enough to offer some relief. ]
You look tired. Try and cool down a bit. [ he huffs, stepping away to avoid those big, wholesome eyes, ] I'm sure they'll have you back to runnin' around as soon as they can.
give it time for the cr to simmer a lil hehe......
Minato's eyes had drifted shut for a moment, taking the brief reprieve as an opportunity to rest. They blink open again as something cool and damp sets itself on top of his head. He reaches up to feel it and -- oh. A damp towel from his company?
It's... refreshing against his hair. He takes it into his hands and presses it against his cheek. ]
...thanks. You probably have other things to get done though, don't you?
[ And yet here he was, making sure Minato could rest properly. A cool towel though... Very smart. Minato feels better already. And because the other teen has his back turned, it seems he won't see the way Minato's eyes soften a bit. ]
You never gave me your name.
[ He needs that to really thank him properly! ]
🥰
[ ... not to brag, but training against the top hashira and doing things like pushing boulders makes weight lifting and sports pretty simple to handle. He had finished up the recommended training course a while ago and had been puttering around, left to his own devices, before Minato came along.
Keeping his hands busy, Genya helps himself to a cool towel as well, rubbing down the back of his neck and shoulders. ]
Oh... Genya. Shinazugawa Genya.
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Minato's wandering thoughts are cut short by the offered name. Shinazugawa Genya -- he'll have to commit that to memory. He nods to acknowledge the name before pressing the cold towel to his other cheek. ]
Shinazugawa, then.
[ The other guests have generally been friendly, readily offering their given names over their surnames. Minato doesn't want to make any assumptions though. ]
...you're a fighter?
[ Why else would Genya be engaging in such intense physical training? ]
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That’s right. Back in Japan, it’s life or death. Training like this isn’t so bad.
[ He looks over to the other boy, giving him another look over and making an assumption—]
You’re from the modern era?
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...?
[ "Modern era"? ]
...I think so.
[ Who's to say there weren't guests from the far-flung future, who'd consider their days to be contemporary time? Genya might be from the "past," but he was only from a bygone era in comparison to Minato. ]
I'm from a time where most people haven't trained like you.
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[ This assessment is based off of nothing outside of the fact that Minato’s arms are noodly, his legs are skinny, and he has the pale unblemished skin of a newborn babe. A beautiful boy like this would be either a rich second son or a pampered male entertainer if they were from the same time. ]
It’s Taisho, for me. Or… it was.
[ He pauses for a moment, wondering … does everyone just get hot in the future? All of the girls and guys he’s met are so svelte and pretty. ]
It’s good, if you don’t have to.
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I don't think I've met anyone here from your time.
[ Not that he's met too many people here just yet. ]
...the future must be quiet compared to your time.
[ Granted, his own time has its share of chaos, but nothing that requires lifting boulders. On the other hand, maybe that was one of Akihiko's secret training techniques. Minato casts another look at Genya with a curious frown. ]
What was the training for?
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