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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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[Hair still damp and unbound from the shower, and dressed in comfortable athleisure, Ann gives Minato a grateful smile.]
Are you sure...? [She eyes him curiously, noting to herself that he's about her age. That was not necessarily reassuring, given the... vibe, but it is somewhat of a relief to know she isn't surrounded by adults in this strange place.] Well... thanks!
[She looks over her options with the discerning eye of someone who orders most of her food from takeout menus, only to deflate.] It's all health food? Ugh. [This place SUCKS.]
[She looks over her shoulder at the boy again.] Which one do you think'll be sweetest? [She's stress eating, okay...]
In any event, Minato blinks as he realizes he's being addressed by the same girl again. Which one did he think would be the sweetest...?
He shuffles forward to peruse the drink selection once more. There's flavored water, but those always run the risk of being a little bland. A variety of teas are available too, but those were probably more bitter as opposed to sweet.
And so, in times of turmoil, it is best to rely on the classics. He reaches forward, plucking a tiny bottle with red foil over its top and hands it over to his company. ]
[Not expecting this boon, Ann's expression shifts to that of delighted surprise.] Wow, thanks! [Lucky~⭐!] You're a lifesaver.
[Her first sip is like manna from heaven. Something familiar! Something sweet! She hums in delight. After waking up... whereever this was (a resort? Surely not a Palace, or else she would be able to at least hear Carmen...) it's a welcome relief. The embarrassing theming has not been lost on her either. It was like something out of Kamoshida's wildest wet dreams (and subsequently, her worst nightmare), but she's choosing to push this out of her mind in order to get her bearings. And she hadn't seen anything too alarming, no shadows or overpowered pervert gym teachers, or megalomaniacal franchise owners, or... well, anything she couldn't handle on her own. Just this ordinary-looking guy, who had summoned the gift of yakult and looked as lost as she did.
Speaking of... her voice lowers to a whisper.] Hey, did you just [a little flourish of her hand] wake up here too? Do you know what's going on?
[ While there hadn't been any doubts in Minato's mind that he'd made the correct choice, he's still a little relieved to see his company wholeheartedly agree with it. But before he can return to perusing the options for himself, Minato realizes he's being asked another question. ]
...yeah, I'm new.
[ Based on the question, it seems he'd gleaned a little more information over the past couple of days compared to her thanks to those who'd been quick to take him under their wings. Granted, there's plenty he still doesn't understand. ]
I heard we're stuck here.
[ The news is delivered with a nonchalant shrug. ]
This resort... we're not allowed to check out, no matter how much time passes.
[Ann frowns to herself, tugging absently at the watch around her wrist. Since this morning, she'd been trying to tug it off to no avail. Was this a manifestation of this particular Palace? But then, who was in charge of it... and to be here so suddenly...
Ugh. She's not the one among the Thieves that does all the detective work! Not for the first time since waking up here, she wished she knew where Akira was, or Makoto.]
I wonder who has us trapped here, then. There has to be someone in charge here, right?
[ No way to leave the resort, if the people Minato ran into before Ann are to be believed. It explains why the welcome message on the watch did not display a proper check out time too.
Perhaps they'd be released in due time anyways? ]
Maybe.
[ Minato looks at his company with a curious frown. Did it really matter who'd brought them here? ]
...why?
[ Even if they did manage to track down whoever was in charge, it doesn't seem very likely that the person would let them go. Not when they'd presumably gone through all the trouble of yanking him straight from his post at the Seal. ]
[This guy's so... calm. Unnervingly so. It reminds her a little bit of Akira, actually, though the question puzzles her. One eyebrow lifts as she studies him, waiting for the indicator of a joke. But he isn't joking. He really wants to know the why behind it.]
You aren't curious? You've noticed what kind of place this is, right? [The last bit comes out concerned, despite her own efforts to remain as unaffected as he seemed to be. The idea of someone not knowing hadn't occurred to her, and it causes a swell of nausea. Despite her growing anxiety over her own fate here, the idea of someone being unaware is even more nightmarish.] Don't you want to know?
[ Fortunately for Ann, others have already given Minato the run-down of the place. Between their explanations supplementing the watch's information -- yeah. It's not good. ]
I have.
[ There's a small nod added to Minato's response. This girl... she's brimming with anxious energy. So he turns to the beverage bar again and swipes another bottle of yakult, all before holding it out to her. He recalls the elated expression on her face upon seeing the familiar drink, so... perhaps another one would help? ]
...even if you found the person in charge, what would you ask them?
[ Ah. Maybe she doesn't know yet about the rumored ticket out. But given how uneasy she seemed about their current circumstances, maybe it's best to keep that information close to his chest.
Something tells him she might not be particularly receptive to being told the only alleged way out of the Golden Peacock was to fuck your way through Game 52. ]
[Even with the knowledge of this place and what it entailed, his attitude doesn't shift. She takes the yakult with a distracted murmur of thanks. It's true she's all nerves — now that she'd realized that this was not a dream, and perhaps not even a Palace, the feeling of being trapped is settling in. It's not unlike the sick dread she'd experienced while dealing with Kamoshida — a sudden awareness of how powerless she was.]
... Why they're doing this. I'd-
[Try to stop them, she almost says. But Carmen had been as quiet as the dead since she'd gotten here. What could she do?]
... I don't know. But there has to be a reason. It can't just be some - some stupid game!
[The more she thinks about it, the more upset she seems to get.]
[ Even with an answer to "why," would it truly change anything about their current circumstances?
For now, Minato takes a glass of kombucha into his hands with a contemplative expression. Perhaps it's a good thing that this person is unwilling to accept the hand that's been dealt to her. In fact, it might even be admirable.
But she probably won't get very far right now. Not when she's this distressed.
Minato inclines his head at her, a silent invitation before wandering off to one of the nearby stools. There's an empty one next to him, reiterating that open invitation he'd extended earlier. ]
...you can look for them later.
[ Just because he didn't see the point in it didn't mean he was necessarily opposed to trying. ]
And when you do, I don't mind going too.
[ Just casually inviting himself, apparently. For all of his impassivity, it wouldn't sit right with Minato to leave this person stranded to her own devices. ]
["You can look for them later," the boy says, and she is surprised that he invites himself despite his apparent lack of concern about the identity of their... sex casino jail warden. Or wardens. Despite her worries, her curiosity is peaked and... and he'd been nice so far. A little strange, sure, but she was used to strangeness.
She follows him, hopping on to one of the nearby stools and fiddling with the bottle of yakult before responding, sounding diminished but sincere:]
... Thanks.
[Then she slumps, resting her arms on the counter and then pillowing her head against them. She looks up at him, searching his expression for something other than calm and finds nothing.]
What's your name, anyway? [...] Mine's Takamaki. Ann Takamaki.
[ Minato's gaze shifts to his company as she hops onto the other stool. He takes a small sip of his own drink and shakes his head. ]
It's fine.
[ It's no trouble at all. In fact, he'd fully intended on remaining silent for the duration of his drink had he not been addressed by his company. Takamaki Ann -- he'll have to commit that to memory.
He sets his glass of kombucha down again. ]
Arisato. Arisato Minato. ...just "Minato" is okay though.
[ Trying to aggressively maintain formalities in a place like this is probably futile. ...it probably just makes their current circumstances more awkward as well. Minato looks over at Ann with a curious tilt of his head. It's instinctive to lapse into the perceived necessary role of comforter, and in truth, helps put him at ease as well. ]
[ That comment does get a small smile out of Minato too. ]
Yeah.
[ Not that he spent much of his class time staying awake... He goes quiet again as he thinks to himself -- Shujin Academy? Sounds fancy, like some prestigious prep school. ]
Never heard of that place.
[ A small sip of his own drink. Well, it's not like he knew every single school that was located across Tokyo, let alone, across the entirety of Japan. ]
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emerges from the mist... also III.
Are you sure...? [She eyes him curiously, noting to herself that he's about her age. That was not necessarily reassuring, given the... vibe, but it is somewhat of a relief to know she isn't surrounded by adults in this strange place.] Well... thanks!
[She looks over her options with the discerning eye of someone who orders most of her food from takeout menus, only to deflate.] It's all health food? Ugh. [This place SUCKS.]
[She looks over her shoulder at the boy again.] Which one do you think'll be sweetest? [She's stress eating, okay...]
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In any event, Minato blinks as he realizes he's being addressed by the same girl again. Which one did he think would be the sweetest...?
He shuffles forward to peruse the drink selection once more. There's flavored water, but those always run the risk of being a little bland. A variety of teas are available too, but those were probably more bitter as opposed to sweet.
And so, in times of turmoil, it is best to rely on the classics. He reaches forward, plucking a tiny bottle with red foil over its top and hands it over to his company. ]
...maybe this?
[ It's a bottle of yakult! ]
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[Her first sip is like manna from heaven. Something familiar! Something sweet! She hums in delight. After waking up... whereever this was (a resort? Surely not a Palace, or else she would be able to at least hear Carmen...) it's a welcome relief. The embarrassing theming has not been lost on her either. It was like something out of Kamoshida's wildest wet dreams (and subsequently, her worst nightmare), but she's choosing to push this out of her mind in order to get her bearings. And she hadn't seen anything too alarming, no shadows or overpowered pervert gym teachers, or megalomaniacal franchise owners, or... well, anything she couldn't handle on her own. Just this ordinary-looking guy, who had summoned the gift of yakult and looked as lost as she did.
Speaking of... her voice lowers to a whisper.] Hey, did you just [a little flourish of her hand] wake up here too? Do you know what's going on?
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...yeah, I'm new.
[ Based on the question, it seems he'd gleaned a little more information over the past couple of days compared to her thanks to those who'd been quick to take him under their wings. Granted, there's plenty he still doesn't understand. ]
I heard we're stuck here.
[ The news is delivered with a nonchalant shrug. ]
This resort... we're not allowed to check out, no matter how much time passes.
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[Ann frowns to herself, tugging absently at the watch around her wrist. Since this morning, she'd been trying to tug it off to no avail. Was this a manifestation of this particular Palace? But then, who was in charge of it... and to be here so suddenly...
Ugh. She's not the one among the Thieves that does all the detective work! Not for the first time since waking up here, she wished she knew where Akira was, or Makoto.]
I wonder who has us trapped here, then. There has to be someone in charge here, right?
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Perhaps they'd be released in due time anyways? ]
Maybe.
[ Minato looks at his company with a curious frown. Did it really matter who'd brought them here? ]
...why?
[ Even if they did manage to track down whoever was in charge, it doesn't seem very likely that the person would let them go. Not when they'd presumably gone through all the trouble of yanking him straight from his post at the Seal. ]
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You aren't curious? You've noticed what kind of place this is, right? [The last bit comes out concerned, despite her own efforts to remain as unaffected as he seemed to be. The idea of someone not knowing hadn't occurred to her, and it causes a swell of nausea. Despite her growing anxiety over her own fate here, the idea of someone being unaware is even more nightmarish.] Don't you want to know?
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I have.
[ There's a small nod added to Minato's response. This girl... she's brimming with anxious energy. So he turns to the beverage bar again and swipes another bottle of yakult, all before holding it out to her. He recalls the elated expression on her face upon seeing the familiar drink, so... perhaps another one would help? ]
...even if you found the person in charge, what would you ask them?
[ Ah. Maybe she doesn't know yet about the rumored ticket out. But given how uneasy she seemed about their current circumstances, maybe it's best to keep that information close to his chest.
Something tells him she might not be particularly receptive to being told the only alleged way out of the Golden Peacock was to fuck your way through Game 52. ]
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... Why they're doing this. I'd-
[Try to stop them, she almost says. But Carmen had been as quiet as the dead since she'd gotten here. What could she do?]
... I don't know. But there has to be a reason. It can't just be some - some stupid game!
[The more she thinks about it, the more upset she seems to get.]
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For now, Minato takes a glass of kombucha into his hands with a contemplative expression. Perhaps it's a good thing that this person is unwilling to accept the hand that's been dealt to her. In fact, it might even be admirable.
But she probably won't get very far right now. Not when she's this distressed.
Minato inclines his head at her, a silent invitation before wandering off to one of the nearby stools. There's an empty one next to him, reiterating that open invitation he'd extended earlier. ]
...you can look for them later.
[ Just because he didn't see the point in it didn't mean he was necessarily opposed to trying. ]
And when you do, I don't mind going too.
[ Just casually inviting himself, apparently. For all of his impassivity, it wouldn't sit right with Minato to leave this person stranded to her own devices. ]
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She follows him, hopping on to one of the nearby stools and fiddling with the bottle of yakult before responding, sounding diminished but sincere:]
... Thanks.
[Then she slumps, resting her arms on the counter and then pillowing her head against them. She looks up at him, searching his expression for something other than calm and finds nothing.]
What's your name, anyway? [...] Mine's Takamaki. Ann Takamaki.
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It's fine.
[ It's no trouble at all. In fact, he'd fully intended on remaining silent for the duration of his drink had he not been addressed by his company. Takamaki Ann -- he'll have to commit that to memory.
He sets his glass of kombucha down again. ]
Arisato. Arisato Minato. ...just "Minato" is okay though.
[ Trying to aggressively maintain formalities in a place like this is probably futile. ...it probably just makes their current circumstances more awkward as well. Minato looks over at Ann with a curious tilt of his head. It's instinctive to lapse into the perceived necessary role of comforter, and in truth, helps put him at ease as well. ]
...you're in high school, right?
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[A tiny smile at this, weary but sincere. She doesn't pull her head up, though she does nod in response to his question. ]
Yeah. Shujin Academy — you're in high school too, aren't you? [In a mumble:] Ugh. At least there's no class to worry about...
[Priorities.]
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Yeah.
[ Not that he spent much of his class time staying awake... He goes quiet again as he thinks to himself -- Shujin Academy? Sounds fancy, like some prestigious prep school. ]
Never heard of that place.
[ A small sip of his own drink. Well, it's not like he knew every single school that was located across Tokyo, let alone, across the entirety of Japan. ]
Gekkoukan. On Port Island.