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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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[Honestly, she's kind of having fun swinging the various sports equipment around! It's been a while since they'd gone through Tartarus together -- and it's been a while since she's had the energy to spare. The last month had been such a struggle that in spite of the lingering questions about, well, this whole situation, it's hard not to feel optimistic!
At the last second, there's a head in her field of vision, and she yanks the hockey stick back more out of reflex than actually seeing who's there. Near miss!!]
Oh, sor-- [her apology dies on her lips, mouth hanging open mid-syllable when she sees just who she'd almost accidentally brained. So stunned is she that she almost doesn't hear everything he says, her heart lurching in her chest and rising into her throat. The last time she'd seen him, him, as Ryoji Mochizuki, had been New Year's Eve, when she'd watched him walk out the door all alone and disappear.
Maybe Aigis had had the right idea, back on Yakushima. When seeing someone you care about so deeply, maybe actions do speak louder than words, even if they don't know who you are. His not recognizing her is something else to unpack later.
For now, she just lunges forward, intending to wrap her arms around him in a tight hug if he'll allow her.]
[ For all the things that Death is intimately familiar with, it is seldom embraced — but he isn't just Death any longer, grown from an untenable form into this, something very nearly human. Something that can experience so, so many emotions at once: warmth, guilt, confusion, relief all bleed together inside his heart. Before Ryoji can even really think about it, he trusts his instinct, what feels right, and winds his arms around her shoulders when she hugs him, careful but reassuring.
Even if he doesn't know her, it's evident that she knows him, and that's all he needs to know to treat her like a friend, when so few even know him as Ryoji Mochizuki. Maybe that will make it more difficult to explain later, but for now, he puts it out of mind. ]
It's alright. I've got you.
[ That, too, comes from instinct, from the time spent latched onto Minato's soul and out on his own, experiencing the world as a human before his memories had returned to him. He has this impossible chance to once again offer the kind of companionship and that Death could never, and far be it for him to squander it, no matter how dangerous it might be, to lean into that side of himself so fully.
Even so, he'll hold onto her for as long as she needs. ]
[He's so kind. Maybe he's why she was never really afraid of Death, why she never really saw a need to run from the inevitability. Death could be chased, could be fought, but never truly defeated.
When she feels his arms around her, she closes her eyes and swallows hard. There will be a lot to explain later, and explanations are a pain -- more Mitsuru's thing than hers!! -- but if it's for Ryoji, of course she can.
He's warm and solid beneath her, easing some of the chill she'd been feeling deep in her bones since she'd woken up here. Maybe it's a side-effect of the Seal, or maybe something else entirely, but it helps, even if she can't help but shiver a bit.]
I'm really glad to see you again, Ryoji-kun, [she murmurs, pressing her face into his shoulder and taking a deep, steadying breath. There's a part of her that might want to tear up or cry, but she forces that away. Nobody likes it when a girl cries. As soon as she trusts herself to, she draws back, not entirely out of his arms, but just enough so she can look up into his eyes and study his face.] Are you doing okay...?
[ I'm really glad to see you again, Ryoji-kun. She truly recognizes him as Ryoji, and not as Death. That, too, is so significant, for how profound of an effect his time as Ryoji Mochizuki had on him, even for how short-lived it was. That's also why he's sure something must be...missing. Had he been robbed of a memory of her? He wouldn't forget. He wouldn't.
He only pulls back when she's ready to do the same, but even then he likewise doesn't do so fully, like he's waiting for some explanation to spring from his fingertips, as though a reminder of her warmth will draw out some latent part of his scattered memory. ]
...Yes. [ His answer comes a little unsteady, so he adds: ] There's something...reassuring, just from being close to you. Is that strange to say?
[ Under very different circumstances, it might be easy just to take that as his routine flirting, but it carries a different weight in the color of his subdued voice. He's alarmed, yes, confused — but also reassured. ]
Will you tell me your name?
[ It's a missing piece of this puzzle, that may not make everything fall into place, but it's a critical one, nonetheless. ]
Mm-mm. [She shakes her head no, her lips curving into the smallest smile as if to reassure that unsteadiness she can hear in his voice. It's the same kind of line she might have heard him use on any of the girls at school, but he'd never been like that with her. So many of the things he'd said to her, she'd known he'd genuinely meant, and this is no different.
Her heart aches like someone's squeezing it tight, but she smiles anyway.] It's Kotone. Shiomi Kotone. We were...
[What were they, really? Classmates on paper, but they were really so much more than that. He'd quite literally been a part of her for most of her life, shaping her as much as she'd shaped him. Her smile wavers a bit, but she musters it up for his sake, not wanting him to see her sad.]
We used to spend a lot of time together! It's okay if you don't remember, though. I'll remember for the both of us.
[Anyone else, she might laugh and pump her fist with determination, but with Ryoji, it's a soft promise. Even with the end of the Dark Hour and the memories they'd all lost for a time, she can't forget him.]
[ Kotone. Shiomi Kotone. Her name doesn't stir memories, but again, a feeling — a whisper of knowing, like the sight of her hand. He wants to ask more, for her to share those memories with him — and in time, maybe he will, but it doesn't feel fair, to ask and ask when he can't give anything in return. She says that she'll remember for the both of them, and that's enough.
...It has to be enough, even if he can't help but make a selfish wish to get to know her once again. But he's realized of late that a little selfishness every now and again isn't such a bad thing. It feels rewarding, cathartic, and undeniably human. ]
That's a big burden to put on yourself. Are you sure...that's what you want?
[ But of course, he does know someone just like that. Someone who is first in line to carry a burden for someone else, even if might go unseen, underappreciated. ]
If it would help you to carry it, I'd like to get to know you again. [ A beat, before he adds: ] But...I'd like to get to know you again just for myself, too.
[ That feels...important, both to say, and for her to hear. ]
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At the last second, there's a head in her field of vision, and she yanks the hockey stick back more out of reflex than actually seeing who's there. Near miss!!]
Oh, sor-- [her apology dies on her lips, mouth hanging open mid-syllable when she sees just who she'd almost accidentally brained. So stunned is she that she almost doesn't hear everything he says, her heart lurching in her chest and rising into her throat. The last time she'd seen him, him, as Ryoji Mochizuki, had been New Year's Eve, when she'd watched him walk out the door all alone and disappear.
Maybe Aigis had had the right idea, back on Yakushima. When seeing someone you care about so deeply, maybe actions do speak louder than words, even if they don't know who you are. His not recognizing her is something else to unpack later.
For now, she just lunges forward, intending to wrap her arms around him in a tight hug if he'll allow her.]
i am immediately sad
Even if he doesn't know her, it's evident that she knows him, and that's all he needs to know to treat her like a friend, when so few even know him as Ryoji Mochizuki. Maybe that will make it more difficult to explain later, but for now, he puts it out of mind. ]
It's alright. I've got you.
[ That, too, comes from instinct, from the time spent latched onto Minato's soul and out on his own, experiencing the world as a human before his memories had returned to him. He has this impossible chance to once again offer the kind of companionship and that Death could never, and far be it for him to squander it, no matter how dangerous it might be, to lean into that side of himself so fully.
Even so, he'll hold onto her for as long as she needs. ]
my work here is done 💖
When she feels his arms around her, she closes her eyes and swallows hard. There will be a lot to explain later, and explanations are a pain -- more Mitsuru's thing than hers!! -- but if it's for Ryoji, of course she can.
He's warm and solid beneath her, easing some of the chill she'd been feeling deep in her bones since she'd woken up here. Maybe it's a side-effect of the Seal, or maybe something else entirely, but it helps, even if she can't help but shiver a bit.]
I'm really glad to see you again, Ryoji-kun, [she murmurs, pressing her face into his shoulder and taking a deep, steadying breath. There's a part of her that might want to tear up or cry, but she forces that away. Nobody likes it when a girl cries. As soon as she trusts herself to, she draws back, not entirely out of his arms, but just enough so she can look up into his eyes and study his face.] Are you doing okay...?
apologies for the wait, life tried to body me
He only pulls back when she's ready to do the same, but even then he likewise doesn't do so fully, like he's waiting for some explanation to spring from his fingertips, as though a reminder of her warmth will draw out some latent part of his scattered memory. ]
...Yes. [ His answer comes a little unsteady, so he adds: ] There's something...reassuring, just from being close to you. Is that strange to say?
[ Under very different circumstances, it might be easy just to take that as his routine flirting, but it carries a different weight in the color of his subdued voice. He's alarmed, yes, confused — but also reassured. ]
Will you tell me your name?
[ It's a missing piece of this puzzle, that may not make everything fall into place, but it's a critical one, nonetheless. ]
all good!! it really do be like that sometimes
Her heart aches like someone's squeezing it tight, but she smiles anyway.] It's Kotone. Shiomi Kotone. We were...
[What were they, really? Classmates on paper, but they were really so much more than that. He'd quite literally been a part of her for most of her life, shaping her as much as she'd shaped him. Her smile wavers a bit, but she musters it up for his sake, not wanting him to see her sad.]
We used to spend a lot of time together! It's okay if you don't remember, though. I'll remember for the both of us.
[Anyone else, she might laugh and pump her fist with determination, but with Ryoji, it's a soft promise. Even with the end of the Dark Hour and the memories they'd all lost for a time, she can't forget him.]
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...It has to be enough, even if he can't help but make a selfish wish to get to know her once again. But he's realized of late that a little selfishness every now and again isn't such a bad thing. It feels rewarding, cathartic, and undeniably human. ]
That's a big burden to put on yourself. Are you sure...that's what you want?
[ But of course, he does know someone just like that. Someone who is first in line to carry a burden for someone else, even if might go unseen, underappreciated. ]
If it would help you to carry it, I'd like to get to know you again. [ A beat, before he adds: ] But...I'd like to get to know you again just for myself, too.
[ That feels...important, both to say, and for her to hear. ]
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