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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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( It's a familiar voice that sounds out through the paintball course, loud and cracking with emotion. One by one, the competition had been falling out in their full nudity, forced to exit and leave the game to those with at least one article of clothing left. Esikko wasn't any good at guns— no, he hadn't been, but one little festival lesson and a lot of focus, plus some practice in here? And now Esikko has the hang of it.
He more than has the hang of it, actually, as another stranger scrambles in a trip past Bakugo, yelling out as the ball of paint shoots straight into his back, removing the last article of clothing from his person. They scramble away, but that motion just barely covers the whiz of another paintball flying past, aimed right for Bakugo.
Esikko doesn't seem to stop and check if it hits his target. He doesn't even try to duck behind cover, still fully clothed as he is— but there's something incredibly off about the manic way he looks at Bakugo now, foreign and blaming and wholly upset. )
Did you really think you could show up to a place like this and erase everything I've worked on? ( His steps bring him closer, gun leveling as he aims wherever Bakugo may have ducked away to or moved. Esikko isn't seeing Bakugo at all. ) You have some nerve.
[He knows that voice; that's not the confusing part. Why the fuck is that voice here and why does it sound so aggressive?! Bakugo jams his back to a covering surface, locking his gun to his shoulder as several paintballs whizz past. So far, he's managed to avoid anything serious, though he's missing a glove and his jacket's gone. Fucking lucky shots. The jacket one wasn't even ON his body! It clipped the damn zipper in the air! Bastards...
Bakugo jerks his legs back when another guest suddenly flies past him in a scrambling half-fall. Only to get promptly shot in the back. Shit! He instantly aims his gun the opposite direction, eyes narrowed. A shooter that way. Telltale 'paff' and he ducks to the side, feeling a paint pellet slice just shy of his head. Bakugo throws himself into a quick roll and weave, abandoning his current post and slotting himself in the embrace of a curve semisphere standing upright from the ground.
He's in the shooter's sight and that's dangerous. Without having an immediate lock on their location, but they have one on his. Red eyes narrow at another piece in front of him, reflecting the scene behind his cover. Esikko... yeah, his voice alright. The hell's up with his face?]
You look like a fucking maniac, Prince Prick! [Trash talking's never been off limits for him.] What happened? Someone pick off your fresh-knitted sweater?
[Doesn't sound like Esikko's mad at him right now. Shit, it's always gotta be something with this place. Bakugo narrows his eyes at the reflection and scopes out his next move. Can't really bankshot with a damn paintball.]
( There's something off about this, and Esikko can't figure out what it is. His eyes can see the truth, but his brain intercepts this, altered by the Clubs suit reigning over this course. He doesn't see a skillful roll and duck into that hiding curve, he sees a stumble, a pathetic half-fall out of the way, hands over a too familiar head. And he doesn't see Bakugo. He sees the pathetic form of his own father.
The words give him a pause, as his ears register one thing and his mind quickly replaces it with another. Esikko's eyes narrow slightly, like he can feel something is off, but that's the most he can process about it right now, too focused in the heat of emotions, too furious at what he thinks is before him now. )
You don't have any right to question me.
( Hissed out, he fires a warning shot using the reflection as his guide. It won't be anything close to a direct hit, with Bakugo hiding where he is, but he's hoping paint splatter might hit a bit. There's strategy to this kind of game that he's been picking up on in the emotions of the moment!
Scowling, he stomps closer, but ducks behind a tall, ramped wall of his own, trying to find a way to work himself closer in more surprise. He still calls out first, though. )
Isn't this what you wanted?! Someone strong, someone who could handle himself?
( Context clues might tell Bakugo one thing from these responses: he's not hearing Bakugo's exact words, but he's hearing something fairly close along their lines. Might be useful. )
[If he knew of the sad image of his evasive actions being played out in Esikko's mind, he'd grab the squishy gray melon and wring it dry! Caught behind his current shelter, he glances down at his hand, a few sparks cracking and popping around it. Using his Quirk during a competition has never bothered him; he blasted himself over the pool at school and called it "freestyle" when his classmates protested he didn't swim at all in the race. Suckers, they're only mad they didn't think of it first! Will he use it here to deal with whatever the fuck's going on with Esikko?
Hell yeah!]
Then I'll blast you all over the floor. [Probably can't even hear him, so why not trash talk his pink butt the whole time? Bakugo flicks his gaze towards a sudden burst of color on the wall. Not a hit, but close enough it's concerning. What, he's trying to earn some "points" with a splatter shot? Bastard. As soon as Esikko ducks down behind his own cover-
Ka-BOOM! Smoke and light launch him clean off the ground, twisting in the air as he flips in an arc over the prince's current location. Rue the day those polished walls gave away your position, Prince Prick! Simultaneously, he swings his gun up to his chest, aiming with a malicious grin all over his face. Oh this is gonna feel good.]
Then how about we settle this in the open, Prince Prick! DIE!! [Ptah! Ptah! Ptah! Firing one after another as he careens over the wall and onto a nearby stand. He's not actually trying to hit Esikko; he's trying to hit his gun. Specifically around the stock and handle part to make it slippery and messy.]
clubs game
( It's a familiar voice that sounds out through the paintball course, loud and cracking with emotion. One by one, the competition had been falling out in their full nudity, forced to exit and leave the game to those with at least one article of clothing left. Esikko wasn't any good at guns— no, he hadn't been, but one little festival lesson and a lot of focus, plus some practice in here? And now Esikko has the hang of it.
He more than has the hang of it, actually, as another stranger scrambles in a trip past Bakugo, yelling out as the ball of paint shoots straight into his back, removing the last article of clothing from his person. They scramble away, but that motion just barely covers the whiz of another paintball flying past, aimed right for Bakugo.
Esikko doesn't seem to stop and check if it hits his target. He doesn't even try to duck behind cover, still fully clothed as he is— but there's something incredibly off about the manic way he looks at Bakugo now, foreign and blaming and wholly upset. )
Did you really think you could show up to a place like this and erase everything I've worked on? ( His steps bring him closer, gun leveling as he aims wherever Bakugo may have ducked away to or moved. Esikko isn't seeing Bakugo at all. ) You have some nerve.
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Bakugo jerks his legs back when another guest suddenly flies past him in a scrambling half-fall. Only to get promptly shot in the back. Shit! He instantly aims his gun the opposite direction, eyes narrowed. A shooter that way. Telltale 'paff' and he ducks to the side, feeling a paint pellet slice just shy of his head. Bakugo throws himself into a quick roll and weave, abandoning his current post and slotting himself in the embrace of a curve semisphere standing upright from the ground.
He's in the shooter's sight and that's dangerous. Without having an immediate lock on their location, but they have one on his. Red eyes narrow at another piece in front of him, reflecting the scene behind his cover. Esikko... yeah, his voice alright. The hell's up with his face?]
You look like a fucking maniac, Prince Prick! [Trash talking's never been off limits for him.] What happened? Someone pick off your fresh-knitted sweater?
[Doesn't sound like Esikko's mad at him right now. Shit, it's always gotta be something with this place. Bakugo narrows his eyes at the reflection and scopes out his next move. Can't really bankshot with a damn paintball.]
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The words give him a pause, as his ears register one thing and his mind quickly replaces it with another. Esikko's eyes narrow slightly, like he can feel something is off, but that's the most he can process about it right now, too focused in the heat of emotions, too furious at what he thinks is before him now. )
You don't have any right to question me.
( Hissed out, he fires a warning shot using the reflection as his guide. It won't be anything close to a direct hit, with Bakugo hiding where he is, but he's hoping paint splatter might hit a bit. There's strategy to this kind of game that he's been picking up on in the emotions of the moment!
Scowling, he stomps closer, but ducks behind a tall, ramped wall of his own, trying to find a way to work himself closer in more surprise. He still calls out first, though. )
Isn't this what you wanted?! Someone strong, someone who could handle himself?
( Context clues might tell Bakugo one thing from these responses: he's not hearing Bakugo's exact words, but he's hearing something fairly close along their lines. Might be useful. )
Hiding won't save you this time.
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Hell yeah!]
Then I'll blast you all over the floor. [Probably can't even hear him, so why not trash talk his pink butt the whole time? Bakugo flicks his gaze towards a sudden burst of color on the wall. Not a hit, but close enough it's concerning. What, he's trying to earn some "points" with a splatter shot? Bastard. As soon as Esikko ducks down behind his own cover-
Ka-BOOM! Smoke and light launch him clean off the ground, twisting in the air as he flips in an arc over the prince's current location. Rue the day those polished walls gave away your position, Prince Prick! Simultaneously, he swings his gun up to his chest, aiming with a malicious grin all over his face. Oh this is gonna feel good.]
Then how about we settle this in the open, Prince Prick! DIE!! [Ptah! Ptah! Ptah! Firing one after another as he careens over the wall and onto a nearby stand. He's not actually trying to hit Esikko; he's trying to hit his gun. Specifically around the stock and handle part to make it slippery and messy.]