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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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[ This is the last fucking time he's going to fall for the resort's bullshit, Fuuta tells himself. (In the distance, a clown nose honks.) In what world does 'fuck as many people as you can in 24 hours' even count as a game? Shitty fucking game design is what this is! And -- safe? How is any of this safe, if it's being framed as a goddamn hunt? Bullshit. For the umpteeth time, Fuuta tells himself that he hates this place.
But, what's done is done, so. Even as he's grumbling to himself, Fuuta makes his way across the conservatory, sticking to the underbrush where the footing is bad but there are plenty of spots to duck under if he spots someone wilding out. Like, sure, he gets that he's going to have to interact with people to get something out of this stupid game, but ... he's going to go about this in a civilized fashion? Not just go running around like some sort of animal. He's going to properly find people to talk this out with!
So when he spots a familiar head of long hair in the near distance, he can't help perking up a little bit. ]
Hey. Rin.
[ It's called out (not too loudly) before he comes wading out of the bushes, heading over for a talk. Too bad he isn't fully aware of the way he's being drawn to her, something about her presence tweaking at a strange corner of his mind. Maybe it's her scent? Maybe it's her presence. Maybe it's to do with that weird, heated sensation that's been building in the pit of his stomach. ]
[As an Alpha her scent is more like a mulled wine than it is floral. Resinous and woody - hints of cedar, dragon's blood (earthy, sweet spice, nutmeg and berries), and frankincense cling to her. At first Rin considered pouncing on the daring little Omega that dared to get close to her, but when she hears Fuuta calling her name that instinct softens.
She turns to face him. A smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye.]
Oh, look who it is! I didn't expect you to be here.
[It must have been a mix up, or maybe he needs a little extra skin-to-skin comfort recently? Whatever it is, she's glad to see him. Rin's ready to sate her appetite.]
[ Something feels weird. Something that he can't quite seem to put a finger on. And it's not just the fact that Rin is looking at him with the sort of bright smile that makes him suspect she has some nebulous plan in mind.
It's not that he'd not read the explanation about what this stupid 'game' entails? It's just -- he'd skimmed it all, assuming it wouldn't be that complicated? You end up here, you fuck for points, you leave. That's it, right? All that shit about roles is just, like, what roles they're playing, like it's a game, right? It's nothing deeper than that, right?
Anyway, he sure is arrested for a moment when Rin looks at him, a jolt of sensation ripping through his spine to nail his feet to the ground and making his next breath come as a slightly overwhelmed hiccup. Weird, how he can't seem to take his eyes off her, even as he growls in usual petulant fashion: ]
It's not like I'm here 'cause I wanna be. They just made it sound like it'd be an easy game, and I'm sick of those stupid energy gels. I figured if this game is supposed to be harmless, then ...
[ Unbeknownst to him, though, his face is starting to flush hotter the longer Rin looks at him, a weird heat starting to pool in the pit of his stomach. He's been here long enough that he's familiar with the sensation of being influenced, his libido kicked into high gear, and this is -- sort of like that? But also not? Nothing about this situation feels wrong, after all. ]
[She ended up with egg on her face when she didn't read the rules for the Hearts game that involved the strings. With that in mind, Rin had carefully read the rules and regulations for this one.
There's uncertainty whether it's just her normal inclination to predate on him or if she's truly drawn to Fuuta by the function of the game. What she is certain is that never before has she noticed him smelling so... enchanting. There's just something that wafts off him that makes her want to grind his weakened body to paste before indulging in it like a snack. Oh how hard it is to restrain herself from leaping on him right here in this clearing and taking a healthy bite. Sandalwood and vetiver... Masculine, but light and not terribly complex. Simple, and enticing.]
One of those cabins isn't too far from here. Would you like to grab it for ourselves?
They said nobody's supposed to get hurt playing this stupid game.
[ the way he'd throw the biggest hissy fit if he knew she thought she was 'predating' on him ..........
He gets where this is probably going, of course. Like -- he gets Rin by now? She's probably in this game to win it. And since they already know each other and have been through this whole rigmarole a few times by now, why wouldn't they go for the easy point? He knows it's not a big deal that Rin's inviting him to one of those cabins, so he sure as hell isn't going to treat it like one!
-- weird, then, how that simple question has his insides twisting into a knot. Not in a bad way, he thinks. It's just that a strange bolt of heat races down his spine, so intense that it earns a visible shudder, and his next breath comes hoarse even as he tries to squelch whatever the hell this weird feeling is. ]
S-sure? [ Embarrassing how his voice came wobbly for a hot second there. Fuuta has to clear his throat to try and swallow back the bees buzzing in his stomach, unaware of the way his scent comes even stronger as he turns towards said cabin. Trying to lead the way there, because -- ... because? Because he has to? Why does this feel so weird, then. ] Come on, then. I don't wanna have to deal with someone else getting there first. Might as well get to it.
[No, no. This will not do. What if there's a rival at the cabin? It'd be unfortunate if they wanted to somehow take her little friend away from her. So Rin catches up to him. Insists on standing side-by-side as her hand takes his. Fingers curling around Fuuta to visually display he's been claimed, even if she hasn't had a chance to scent mark him yet.]
If someone is there I'll just kick them out. You deserve to be comfortable, hm?
[If he doesn't yank away from her touch like her skin burns him, well... she'll make the effort to interlace their fingers.]
[ It is a bit of a jumpscare when Rin jogs a few steps to catch up to him, and as twitchy as ever, Fuuta does give a little start when he first feels slender fingers sliding against his palm. But it's also not like he minds? Though he does briefly cast her a sideways glance -- cheeks still flushed, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard -- he looks ahead once more as he lets their hands clasp. It feels right. ]
With the way I've been living for the past few years, you think I'm a stickler for comfort? I just don't wanna [ fuck ] do anything out in the open like some sort of animal.
[ At least it doesn't seem like Rin's going to have to follow through on her threat of violence; the cabin is quiet as they approach, with no signs of movement visible through the windows. Theirs for the taking. ]
[A part of her is a little disappointed when there isn't anyone to chase out. Throwing her weight around to impress Fuuta would have given her a little pride boost. But since it's seemingly empty, she leads the way inside. Opening the cabin door and pulling him along through the interior to the bed.
She's eager. Excited. She wants to indulge in his warmth, scent, and the shape of his body against her own.]
Don't you think that means you should have that comfort even more? You've already endured a lot of annoying things, so why not enjoy this?
[She holds up their connected hands, and for a brief moment gives him a reassuring squeeze. Only after that she lets him go and begins to make work of shedding her top.]
I'm not saying I want to have to do anything out there? I'm just saying I don't need -- ... to be coddled ...
[ He'd started off strong in his retort, but as Rin starts undressing, Fuuta finds his words trailing off as his thoughts scatter. Rin's scent emanates from her even more intensely with her top out of the way, after all, and that additional waft of her earthy, sweet scent is almost enough to make him feel dizzy.
It's like the phantom sensation of that squeeze at his hand lingers, tingling hot right under his skin, and all he can do for a second is think about how badly he wants her to do that again. Touch him, squeeze at him, hold him -- not just there, but everywhere. And harder.
He'd been struck dumb for a moment, unaware of just how wanting his expression had looked, and Fuuta tries to cover up for that silence in the only way his frazzled brain can think of in the moment -- stumbling forward to embrace her, wrapping his arms around her bare midriff and burying his face into the nape of her neck, where her scent is strongest.
Embarrassing! Mortifying! This is some real thirsty pervert shit that he'd normally never do! But -- right now, it's like his instincts are going haywire. And while even this doesn't feel completely right for some reason, at least when he inhales deeply and gets a lungful of her scent, it's almost sedative in how calming the effect is. Fuuta shudders so hard that Rin must be able to feel it, clinging close to her as he mumbles almost deliriously right against her skin, ]
[The way he seeks her out is... intoxicating, really. Typically she'd be aghast at the idea of him inhaling her scent so readily, but like this all she can feel is validation. So much so that one hand rests at the back of his head while her other arm curls around his body to keep Fuuta close.]
Is that right? You're already acting as if you're satisfied with us meeting up. I guess I have some high expectations I can't let down.
[She squeezes his body close to hers for a brief moment before letting them both settle back with some space between them. Just enough for her hands to start grabbing at his top so she can undress him to match.]
[ He can't believe he fucking said that. The words sound foreign to his own ears, like they're coming buzzing through a translucent curtain laid over his brain. But also, it's hard to be too worried about being cringe when every little touch from Rin has his nerves lighting up like a neon sign.
Though he isn't consciously aware of it, his assigned role as omega has him ravenous for attention from an alpha -- even the sort that he'd normally shy away from. The brush of fingers through his hair and the little squeeze earns a shameless groan of satisfaction, and instead of batting her hands away, Fuuta lets Rin pull his hoodie off without protest. Even cooperates by hurrying to strip off the T-shirt he wears under it; Rin's seen him naked enough times that he doesn't care about hiding his injuries, and with his hot his blood is running, he's now in a rush to satiate his rising hunger as soon as possible.
He does give Rin a jittery look as he starts peeling off his track pants though, muttering, ]
C'mon. You undress too. [ In part because it's embarrassing being the only one stripping. But also because -- he wants to feel more of her already. ]
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you know what i'm here for
But, what's done is done, so. Even as he's grumbling to himself, Fuuta makes his way across the conservatory, sticking to the underbrush where the footing is bad but there are plenty of spots to duck under if he spots someone wilding out. Like, sure, he gets that he's going to have to interact with people to get something out of this stupid game, but ... he's going to go about this in a civilized fashion? Not just go running around like some sort of animal. He's going to properly find people to talk this out with!
So when he spots a familiar head of long hair in the near distance, he can't help perking up a little bit. ]
Hey. Rin.
[ It's called out (not too loudly) before he comes wading out of the bushes, heading over for a talk. Too bad he isn't fully aware of the way he's being drawn to her, something about her presence tweaking at a strange corner of his mind. Maybe it's her scent? Maybe it's her presence. Maybe it's to do with that weird, heated sensation that's been building in the pit of his stomach. ]
Ready for fuu-mega
She turns to face him. A smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye.]
Oh, look who it is! I didn't expect you to be here.
[It must have been a mix up, or maybe he needs a little extra skin-to-skin comfort recently? Whatever it is, she's glad to see him. Rin's ready to sate her appetite.]
stop calling it that :yikes:
It's not that he'd not read the explanation about what this stupid 'game' entails? It's just -- he'd skimmed it all, assuming it wouldn't be that complicated? You end up here, you fuck for points, you leave. That's it, right? All that shit about roles is just, like, what roles they're playing, like it's a game, right? It's nothing deeper than that, right?
Anyway, he sure is arrested for a moment when Rin looks at him, a jolt of sensation ripping through his spine to nail his feet to the ground and making his next breath come as a slightly overwhelmed hiccup. Weird, how he can't seem to take his eyes off her, even as he growls in usual petulant fashion: ]
It's not like I'm here 'cause I wanna be. They just made it sound like it'd be an easy game, and I'm sick of those stupid energy gels. I figured if this game is supposed to be harmless, then ...
[ Unbeknownst to him, though, his face is starting to flush hotter the longer Rin looks at him, a weird heat starting to pool in the pit of his stomach. He's been here long enough that he's familiar with the sensation of being influenced, his libido kicked into high gear, and this is -- sort of like that? But also not? Nothing about this situation feels wrong, after all. ]
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[She ended up with egg on her face when she didn't read the rules for the Hearts game that involved the strings. With that in mind, Rin had carefully read the rules and regulations for this one.
There's uncertainty whether it's just her normal inclination to predate on him or if she's truly drawn to Fuuta by the function of the game. What she is certain is that never before has she noticed him smelling so... enchanting. There's just something that wafts off him that makes her want to grind his weakened body to paste before indulging in it like a snack. Oh how hard it is to restrain herself from leaping on him right here in this clearing and taking a healthy bite. Sandalwood and vetiver... Masculine, but light and not terribly complex. Simple, and enticing.]
One of those cabins isn't too far from here. Would you like to grab it for ourselves?
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[ the way he'd throw the biggest hissy fit if he knew she thought she was 'predating' on him ..........
He gets where this is probably going, of course. Like -- he gets Rin by now? She's probably in this game to win it. And since they already know each other and have been through this whole rigmarole a few times by now, why wouldn't they go for the easy point? He knows it's not a big deal that Rin's inviting him to one of those cabins, so he sure as hell isn't going to treat it like one!
-- weird, then, how that simple question has his insides twisting into a knot. Not in a bad way, he thinks. It's just that a strange bolt of heat races down his spine, so intense that it earns a visible shudder, and his next breath comes hoarse even as he tries to squelch whatever the hell this weird feeling is. ]
S-sure? [ Embarrassing how his voice came wobbly for a hot second there. Fuuta has to clear his throat to try and swallow back the bees buzzing in his stomach, unaware of the way his scent comes even stronger as he turns towards said cabin. Trying to lead the way there, because -- ... because? Because he has to? Why does this feel so weird, then. ] Come on, then. I don't wanna have to deal with someone else getting there first. Might as well get to it.
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If someone is there I'll just kick them out. You deserve to be comfortable, hm?
[If he doesn't yank away from her touch like her skin burns him, well... she'll make the effort to interlace their fingers.]
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With the way I've been living for the past few years, you think I'm a stickler for comfort? I just don't wanna [ fuck ] do anything out in the open like some sort of animal.
[ At least it doesn't seem like Rin's going to have to follow through on her threat of violence; the cabin is quiet as they approach, with no signs of movement visible through the windows. Theirs for the taking. ]
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She's eager. Excited. She wants to indulge in his warmth, scent, and the shape of his body against her own.]
Don't you think that means you should have that comfort even more? You've already endured a lot of annoying things, so why not enjoy this?
[She holds up their connected hands, and for a brief moment gives him a reassuring squeeze. Only after that she lets him go and begins to make work of shedding her top.]
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[ He'd started off strong in his retort, but as Rin starts undressing, Fuuta finds his words trailing off as his thoughts scatter. Rin's scent emanates from her even more intensely with her top out of the way, after all, and that additional waft of her earthy, sweet scent is almost enough to make him feel dizzy.
It's like the phantom sensation of that squeeze at his hand lingers, tingling hot right under his skin, and all he can do for a second is think about how badly he wants her to do that again. Touch him, squeeze at him, hold him -- not just there, but everywhere. And harder.
He'd been struck dumb for a moment, unaware of just how wanting his expression had looked, and Fuuta tries to cover up for that silence in the only way his frazzled brain can think of in the moment -- stumbling forward to embrace her, wrapping his arms around her bare midriff and burying his face into the nape of her neck, where her scent is strongest.
Embarrassing! Mortifying! This is some real thirsty pervert shit that he'd normally never do! But -- right now, it's like his instincts are going haywire. And while even this doesn't feel completely right for some reason, at least when he inhales deeply and gets a lungful of her scent, it's almost sedative in how calming the effect is. Fuuta shudders so hard that Rin must be able to feel it, clinging close to her as he mumbles almost deliriously right against her skin, ]
... would've enjoyed this either way. So.
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Is that right? You're already acting as if you're satisfied with us meeting up. I guess I have some high expectations I can't let down.
[She squeezes his body close to hers for a brief moment before letting them both settle back with some space between them. Just enough for her hands to start grabbing at his top so she can undress him to match.]
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Though he isn't consciously aware of it, his assigned role as omega has him ravenous for attention from an alpha -- even the sort that he'd normally shy away from. The brush of fingers through his hair and the little squeeze earns a shameless groan of satisfaction, and instead of batting her hands away, Fuuta lets Rin pull his hoodie off without protest. Even cooperates by hurrying to strip off the T-shirt he wears under it; Rin's seen him naked enough times that he doesn't care about hiding his injuries, and with his hot his blood is running, he's now in a rush to satiate his rising hunger as soon as possible.
He does give Rin a jittery look as he starts peeling off his track pants though, muttering, ]
C'mon. You undress too. [ In part because it's embarrassing being the only one stripping. But also because -- he wants to feel more of her already. ]
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