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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
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♦ 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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[one solid impact and the man's body folds over his fist. abdominal muscles bunch against his skin, his knuckles dig a bare scrape along lowest ribs, and a wet sounds grumbles inside his torso. breath rushes over his back, plunged clean out of his opponent, before he pulls his arm back and drags his fist from the man's stomach. shadows, heat, weight, and timber-- a raucous cheer swarms the surrounding room as the man falls to his side and crashes onto the ground. not bad for someone a foot and a half smaller than his comparatively larger opponent. where they found a 7ft giant is beyond him. still wiped the fucking floor with his battle.
bakugo brushes his fist across his mouth, wiping blood from the corner. a few good hits here and there, nothing more than bruises and some bloodying cuts. far worse was done to his body in the past. even without his quirk, he's an expert fighter. leaving the man to the medics (after making sure he was still breathing) the blonde heads for the cage door, shoving it open and exiting. one by one, the cuffs on his wrists come free by lock and key. fuck, that feels better. a surge of familiarity as his quirk returns to full. not the same kind of feeling as when aizawa's quirk cancels it out, but similar enough not to end up writhing in discomfort.
he grabs a towel from nearby and wipes the side of his neck, patting through some makeshift bleachers. only to stop at the sound of someone's voice. above? bakugo tilts his head back, terrycloth paused on his throat. another "victim" hogtied to the rafters. tch, fucking pain in the ass.]
The hell are you gonna do? Chunk at the beam with it between your teeth? [the blonde man's pretty well tied up as it is. he narrows his eyes at the entire jury-rigged dangle.
BOOM!! heat, light, smoke! a small, but powerful explosion abruptly erupts beneath his free hand, bouncing him from the ground to the rafters in a single shot. bakugo alights on his feet above vash's curious predicament. then passes the fork down to him.] You better land on your feet.
[because fork or not, he's gonna cup his hand around the main knot of ropes binding vash and-- BOOM!!]
[ vash doesn't seem at all fazed by bakugo's prickly response; in fact, he sounds pretty perky for someone dangling from the rafters by his ankles, sing-songing back in response while he grins upside down towards him as though he's trying to cancel out the other's scowl. really, vash is more than happy that he's being acknowledged instead of straight up ignored like so many other people had done before this guy after all!
but then again ... did he really want to strike up a conversation with someone who'd so clearly come from beating up some poor sod? oh well, too late! ]
Wow, that's cool, [ when bakugo alights on the rafters above his head in an instant even vash has to blink in surprise, muttering while automatically reaching up to take the offered fork in between his fingers. ] How'dja do that?
[ time for questions later!!!! before he could even drop back down to continue awkwardly hanging above the crowd, the rope holding his bound up ankles to the beam above basically explodes from whatever this guy can do with his hands. the majority of the binding fall away in burning fragments, showering the patrons below in bits of ash and half incinerated bits of rope. nevertheless, what's left of it manages to hold out just long enough for vash to flip himself upright, managing to grab onto the beams with both his hands before he could fall face first onto the ground below. ]
Why hasn't the blood rushed killed you yet? [how long's this guy been dangling up here like this anyways? bakugo doesn't remember seeing him when he came in. might've come in from the other side. or he was fighting when vash got strung up. should've curled himself up and worked at his binds already. at least scrambled up onto the rafter and thought a better way out. whatever. he gave him fair enough warning to brace himself for the inevitable. a spark and explosion are all it takes to sear those ropes into snapping and send the blonde towards the ground.
no retort on questions yet. and no splatter on the ground either. bakugo clicks his tongue, mildly impressed vash manages to invert himself on a fraying cord and grasp the beam. flexible.] I told you to land on your feet. What the hell did you think I meant?
[he wouldn't have said that if he wasn't gonna free him! wood creaks as he steps back onto another section of the rafter, so vash's weight is the only thing burdening the other one. audience members are ducking out of the way below, not wanting to get burning rope pieces on them, but most are content to keep watching the cage match. why would they pay attention to a coward, right? bakugo scans the area and locates the exit.] To your right.
[ bakugo, have you thought that maybe this guy might just be way too used to it to be worried about how long he's been hanging around for???
especially considering the presence of fine motor skills and all, and the fact that he still has the wherewithal to manage a chirpy cheery thank you!! as bakugo moves to another section of the ceiling. look, vash even takes time to adjust the grip he's got around the beam so that he can kick his legs out, sending the last of the smouldering fragments of the bindings down below - craning his head around to look and make sure nobody is hurt in the process. ]
Well, I'm not a cat ... And I'm pretty sure I don't have as many lives either as one!
[ ah, to be ignorant of his status as the planet's most wanted ...
glancing at the direction that bakugo points out, vash swings his weight up to scramble onto the right side of the rafters - it might have looked too easy, if it weren't for all the whining and the frantic kicking of legs in the air before he could right his balance to sit. ]
Thanks for the rescue, anyway! I guess I shouldn't complain to my saviour, huh?
[the thought never crossed his mind, dammit! people should be people, not weird things who can hang upside down without getting a killer blood rush to the head! then again, he's a hero, and a lot of people in his world are physically tougher and stronger than those in others. look, he's a grumpy person on his best days, so sue him!
he crouches on the beam nearby, watching vash work himself out of his final bindings and dangle from the rafter he's still latched onto. their "audience" down below seems half invested in the match and half yelling about burning rope and wood splinters falling on them. way to make friends and influence people, vash.
but good on them, no one's hurt. the hook the gunman had been dangled by is still lodged securely in the beam above.]
Drop down, get kidnapped again, and someone else can let you go "properly" next time, Fry Head! [finally vash gets his ass up on the rafters and bakugo stalks off in the direction he indicated. something about the man's method of scrambling up there is weird. on the one hand, he's agile and quick and makes his way atop with ease. on the other hand, his limbs were helter skelter and is he gonna fall off any second?
how can someone look coordinated and utterly NOT coordinated at the same time?]
Do what you want. [bakugo drops off the rafters in front of the doors, landing on his feet, then looking up to see if vash is gonna follow. he's sticking around in case anyone has an issue with the blonde getting free. if they do, bakugo's gonna have something to say about it. tip: it'll start with a K or a B and end in "-oom!"]
[ too bad vash is extremely used to dealing with grumpy guys who look like the world's about to end in the next five minutes, so bakugo's gruff manner of speech or the way he dismisses his show of appreciation just runs off him like water off a duck ... except for one thing, of course. ]
Fry ... Fry head?? What's that supposed to mean?
[ come on, vash.
scrambling for balance (seriously, the coordination question is so valid right now, even if he does somehow do everything much too quick for someone who really is uncoordinated) vash drops down to the ground a few paces behind bakugo, grinning brightly at the other as he braces a black-gloved hand on his knee and straightens up.
thankfully even with all the exploding commotion that they have caused, it seems like whoever's strung vash up is either 1) too distracted with the fighting going on or 2) thinks he's suffered enough. or maybe he sees just what kind of violent rude grumpy guy he's in company of, who knows really? ]
Your head looks like a buncha fucking french fries.
[assuming vash doesn't know what a french fry is in the first place, he's still getting the damn nickname. not close bunched enough to be called broom head or the like. if he sticks around the peacock, he'll find out what his new namesake is.
bakugo walks past the doors and whoever might be guarding it, stepping out into the hotel proper. they have to head up through the talon locker rooms, so he's thinking about grabbing a rinse off. walking around covered in sweat and some open injuries is a shitty idea when he has the chance to clean up quickly.
now that the blonde's no longer restrained by those cuffs, anyone who might have a problem with vash walking "free" would be in for an explosive shut the fuck up. he rubs the side of his neck when a drink's offered on the table.]
Yeah? With what money? [vash is a recent arrival; he's not gonna have any cash on him. unless the hotel randomly spotted him some on his watch for niceness.] I'm gonna grab a quick shower.
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➤ SPADE GAME. ➤ OPTION TWO
bakugo brushes his fist across his mouth, wiping blood from the corner. a few good hits here and there, nothing more than bruises and some bloodying cuts. far worse was done to his body in the past. even without his quirk, he's an expert fighter. leaving the man to the medics (after making sure he was still breathing) the blonde heads for the cage door, shoving it open and exiting. one by one, the cuffs on his wrists come free by lock and key. fuck, that feels better. a surge of familiarity as his quirk returns to full. not the same kind of feeling as when aizawa's quirk cancels it out, but similar enough not to end up writhing in discomfort.
he grabs a towel from nearby and wipes the side of his neck, patting through some makeshift bleachers. only to stop at the sound of someone's voice. above? bakugo tilts his head back, terrycloth paused on his throat. another "victim" hogtied to the rafters. tch, fucking pain in the ass.]
The hell are you gonna do? Chunk at the beam with it between your teeth? [the blonde man's pretty well tied up as it is. he narrows his eyes at the entire jury-rigged dangle.
BOOM!! heat, light, smoke! a small, but powerful explosion abruptly erupts beneath his free hand, bouncing him from the ground to the rafters in a single shot. bakugo alights on his feet above vash's curious predicament. then passes the fork down to him.] You better land on your feet.
[because fork or not, he's gonna cup his hand around the main knot of ropes binding vash and-- BOOM!!]
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[ vash doesn't seem at all fazed by bakugo's prickly response; in fact, he sounds pretty perky for someone dangling from the rafters by his ankles, sing-songing back in response while he grins upside down towards him as though he's trying to cancel out the other's scowl. really, vash is more than happy that he's being acknowledged instead of straight up ignored like so many other people had done before this guy after all!
but then again ... did he really want to strike up a conversation with someone who'd so clearly come from beating up some poor sod? oh well, too late! ]
Wow, that's cool, [ when bakugo alights on the rafters above his head in an instant even vash has to blink in surprise, muttering while automatically reaching up to take the offered fork in between his fingers. ] How'dja do that?
[ time for questions later!!!! before he could even drop back down to continue awkwardly hanging above the crowd, the rope holding his bound up ankles to the beam above basically explodes from whatever this guy can do with his hands. the majority of the binding fall away in burning fragments, showering the patrons below in bits of ash and half incinerated bits of rope. nevertheless, what's left of it manages to hold out just long enough for vash to flip himself upright, managing to grab onto the beams with both his hands before he could fall face first onto the ground below. ]
A little warning would have been nice!!!!
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no retort on questions yet. and no splatter on the ground either. bakugo clicks his tongue, mildly impressed vash manages to invert himself on a fraying cord and grasp the beam. flexible.] I told you to land on your feet. What the hell did you think I meant?
[he wouldn't have said that if he wasn't gonna free him! wood creaks as he steps back onto another section of the rafter, so vash's weight is the only thing burdening the other one. audience members are ducking out of the way below, not wanting to get burning rope pieces on them, but most are content to keep watching the cage match. why would they pay attention to a coward, right? bakugo scans the area and locates the exit.] To your right.
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especially considering the presence of fine motor skills and all, and the fact that he still has the wherewithal to manage a chirpy cheery thank you!! as bakugo moves to another section of the ceiling. look, vash even takes time to adjust the grip he's got around the beam so that he can kick his legs out, sending the last of the smouldering fragments of the bindings down below - craning his head around to look and make sure nobody is hurt in the process. ]
Well, I'm not a cat ... And I'm pretty sure I don't have as many lives either as one!
[ ah, to be ignorant of his status as the planet's most wanted ...
glancing at the direction that bakugo points out, vash swings his weight up to scramble onto the right side of the rafters - it might have looked too easy, if it weren't for all the whining and the frantic kicking of legs in the air before he could right his balance to sit. ]
Thanks for the rescue, anyway! I guess I shouldn't complain to my saviour, huh?
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he crouches on the beam nearby, watching vash work himself out of his final bindings and dangle from the rafter he's still latched onto. their "audience" down below seems half invested in the match and half yelling about burning rope and wood splinters falling on them. way to make friends and influence people, vash.
but good on them, no one's hurt. the hook the gunman had been dangled by is still lodged securely in the beam above.]
Drop down, get kidnapped again, and someone else can let you go "properly" next time, Fry Head! [finally vash gets his ass up on the rafters and bakugo stalks off in the direction he indicated. something about the man's method of scrambling up there is weird. on the one hand, he's agile and quick and makes his way atop with ease. on the other hand, his limbs were helter skelter and is he gonna fall off any second?
how can someone look coordinated and utterly NOT coordinated at the same time?]
Do what you want. [bakugo drops off the rafters in front of the doors, landing on his feet, then looking up to see if vash is gonna follow. he's sticking around in case anyone has an issue with the blonde getting free. if they do, bakugo's gonna have something to say about it. tip: it'll start with a K or a B and end in "-oom!"]
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Fry ... Fry head?? What's that supposed to mean?
[ come on, vash.
scrambling for balance (seriously, the coordination question is so valid right now, even if he does somehow do everything much too quick for someone who really is uncoordinated) vash drops down to the ground a few paces behind bakugo, grinning brightly at the other as he braces a black-gloved hand on his knee and straightens up.
thankfully even with all the exploding commotion that they have caused, it seems like whoever's strung vash up is either 1) too distracted with the fighting going on or 2) thinks he's suffered enough. or maybe he sees just what kind of violent rude grumpy guy he's in company of, who knows really? ]
Let me buy you a drink! As thank you!!
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[assuming vash doesn't know what a french fry is in the first place, he's still getting the damn nickname. not close bunched enough to be called broom head or the like. if he sticks around the peacock, he'll find out what his new namesake is.
bakugo walks past the doors and whoever might be guarding it, stepping out into the hotel proper. they have to head up through the talon locker rooms, so he's thinking about grabbing a rinse off. walking around covered in sweat and some open injuries is a shitty idea when he has the chance to clean up quickly.
now that the blonde's no longer restrained by those cuffs, anyone who might have a problem with vash walking "free" would be in for an explosive shut the fuck up. he rubs the side of his neck when a drink's offered on the table.]
Yeah? With what money? [vash is a recent arrival; he's not gonna have any cash on him. unless the hotel randomly spotted him some on his watch for niceness.] I'm gonna grab a quick shower.
[as a head's up.]