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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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Diamonds Game - Omega Faith will save you (Yeah, whatever)(cw: spice, ABO obviously, dubcon)
[depression is... not a new feeling for him, contrary to his general persona. but that depression doesn't usually end in a situation like this—he's found a comfortable place to nest, dragged over every pillow and blanket to nestle in as dizzy emptiness takes hold of his senses. he's not tired though, and the cloying, sweet milky scent emanating from the area suggests as much. in fact, he doesn't remember the last time he felt tired since coming to the conservatory. his body aches for contact, but he's grown too weak-legged to actively search for it again.
as soon as he hears someone nearby though, he'll push himself upward, gaze sharp but hazy, tongue drawing over his lips as he leans forward. his clothing looks not unlike tatters, though it's hard to say if that's a sign of the time spent here or if it was an intentional choice on the priest's part.]
... There you are. [his voice is soft, rumbling with interest.] Will you help me?
Beak - Barracks We're living on a set time (cw: none of note, possible smut)
[A. Olivine is the type to be up early in the mornings as it is, so after seeing what happens to people who sleep too long, he's apt to gently wake up anyone in his general vicinity with a little time to spare. so maybe you've been sleeping too soundly, and suddenly there's a gentle hand on your arm shaking you awake. he looks concerned, already clad in his too-tight crop top and form-fitting booty shorts (really, they're so awkward when you can see every outline of his nipple piercings and chains).
B. that said, Olivine is also not particularly married to the idea of perfect obedience where the drill sergeants are concerned. in fact, if his attempts at waking someone, whether he knows them or not, result in him being pulled into bed for more sleep (or more fun), they'll find although he squeaks a little, he's fairly amicable to the idea.]
Hearts Game We are bound to each other's hearts (cw: none to note)
[the sun beating down on the sand sinks into his bones, his idol outfit doing fairly little to shield him from it. that doesn't seem to be a problem for him though, as the priest makes his way over to one of the nearby trees. it's still fairly early in the day, so he's collecting materials for shelter and to collect or filter water (both, probably). it's funny—as realistic as this VR experience is, he can almost forget where he really is. if not for the Watch to remind him, anyway.
but regardless, if he spots anyone out here in this area, he'll be quick to give a friendly wave and a smile before trotting over to see if they could use any help.]
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[if nothing here suits you, feel free to contact me to plot, or just hmu with a starter! I'm perfectly fine with a lot of the other prompts, I just don't have a good starter in mind offhand wheezes. in particular, he'll be spending some time at the exits of the MMA fights to help heal people up, and it's not completely unreasonable for him to be dragged into things and slapped with a wristband.]
[ Xingqiu ends up in the VR game unintentionally. He would never purposely jump into a liquid-filled pod without regard for safety. Yet, here he is. It's a little embarrassing. He cannot believe that he would be so naive as to think that declining the offer to test the game was enough. However, he is certain he dragged one of the staff members with him. Deciding to ponder more on that later, he opts to check the watch that had instructions for him.
Even this thing is still attached to him.
Before he can read the message in the distance, he sees someone waving, attempting to get his attention, and soon quickly closing the distance between them. As the man gets closer, he cannot help but raise an eyebrow at the garments worn. Is that part of the game? ] Good day. It seems we are both stranded here. Have you gotten the opportunity to peruse the instructions and learn the objective of this game?
[at least one of them can effectively refuse others being overenthusiastic, because it sure isn't Olivine... that staff member probably deserves it, anyway. with regard to Xingqiu and the current circumstance though, his question is responded first with a nod and a warm smile.
(as to the clothing... well, it's certainly an outfit that means a lot to him, thanks game.)]
I have, yes. It seems to be a game about making connections and survival on a deserted island. Did you just arrive here?
[as in the VR experience, presumably. as it stands, Olivine has clearly been here for a bit, based on the small collection of materials he has peeking out of his hip pouch.]
[ He indeed is a recent arrival. To the island. At least, this man confirms that much for him. Should Xingqiu assume that the information was verified? They can't trust everything about this place, although he won't disturb his work as he seemed busy organizing himself. It was probably for the best to meet one of the objectives. Looking around, trying to get a better scope of this place, he finally takes the time to look down at himself.
He lifts a hand slightly, looking at his sleeves. Should he feel relief? He hasn't worn this outfit since. Well, since he was back in Liyue. It's practical for this, despite the expensive silks. ]
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Xingqiu. I hope we can cooperate and successfully beat this game.
[Olivine has no doubt there's more to know about this than the rules state, but the fact that they do appear to be stranded on an island is true enough. That's enough to get him at least preparing for it, as someone who does spend a bit of time in the wilderness from time to time.
Xingqiu's clothing is equally peculiar, but the silks surely seem soft and breathable. Light, even.]
Of course. I'm Olivine; it's a pleasure to meet you, Xingqiu. [placing a hand over his chest, the priest bows lightly.] I'm sure that we'll be able to cooperate through this. Ah—have you had any experience in outdoor survival?
[While Ali is normally a morning person, he is tired today and is far too comfortable in his bunk. Long after everyone else has gotten up for a day of training, Ali remains curled up in bed, impervious to whatever strange games may exist elsewhere.
When Olivine tries to rouse him, Ali squints his eyes, fighting both sleepiness and bad vision as he tries to see who is waking him up. Ultimately he gives up, and he rolls onto his side and lifts up the blanket, inviting Olivine in. He's not averse to sharing his space if it means more sleeping.]
[it's—a little amusing, really, how Ali fights sleep and also tries to figure out who's with him. if it weren't a concern over the whole becoming-a-gofer thing, he'd probably have not even been disturbed in his sleep.]
Ah— [well, that's not... exactly what he expected, and now he's left with a dilemma. to leave him here to his fate feels unkind, especially after going through the trouble of attempting to wake him. and really, it's not as though he minds running errands for people. at least it would keep the man he's never met from going through that alone.] Are you sure you want to stay sleeping...?
[he'll wait for any kind of answer that's not a "no," at least, whether that's a non-answer in his settling or a simple noise, or... whatever else. and then he'll just kind of shake his head and slip into the bed, movements delicate despite his built frame.]
[Both sleeping in and being a gofer, he means. He would rather carry equipment around than run laps endlessly. All of that physical exercise and they won't even let him fly, how terrible.
Once Olivine crawls into bed though, Ali will drop the blanket over the man and settle back down into bed. He probably won't sleep much longer, as he usually gets up at around 7 anyway, but he doesn't want to get out of bed until his usual time. Especially not with someone else here now, keeping the bed warm.
Also of note, Ali runs a bit warmer than the average person. So everything will quickly become warm and comfortable under the blanket.]
I see. I don't mind the exercise, but it's understandable.
[His voice is soft and relatively unobtrusive, answering genially as he settles in. Maybe they should exchange pleasantries when they actually get up... but for now, he's not going to disturb his new acquaintance too much.
Incidentally, they both run warm at that. It's remarkably comfortable, in fact, and he finds it easy to relax in turn.]
I will have to follow your lead then.
[He's shirked duties like, one whole time in his entire life, and he was still bad at it. Smh.]
[Ashe couldn't put a word to the feeling going through him. He never felt such a strong urge to do something, anything to get rid of the burning feeling inside him. He didn't feel dizzy, yet when he took a few steps and breathed in he could feel the world shift around him with the need to have something. He placed his hand on his head as he looked around for a place to sit to gather his thoughts. He stumbled into this place cause he assumed that he would be using his bow again, but for some reason he felt the urge to explore even though it made his head hurt.
On his way to find a place to sit he spot Olivine. Olivine always looked handsome, but there was something about him that pulled Ashe towards him more than usual. He nodded as he walked over to him.]
[they really keep meeting like this, don't they? at least the last time was more mild... even if they were both barely dressed. this time, he's wearing a little more fabric altogether, but it's undoubtedly no less alluring for poor Ashe.
and his eyes follow every step of the way, as patient as he can be when everything feels utterly empty.]
What do I need...? [abruptly, the priest moves to slide his arms around Ashe, pulling him in closer and nuzzling his nose right into the other's neck, scenting him with that sweet scent of his and offering his own neck as he does. the scent makes him groan as it mingles with his own, a shudder running down his spine.] I need to be bred until I can't move anymore.
I'm all empty and hot... please, I'll be a good boy... hehe.♥
[Ashe wonders why they always ended up meeting like this, but he wasn't complaining. Well, he couldn't complain with the way it was hard to think the minute he had Olivine in his arms. From his nose pressing against his neck to the sweet scent that surrounded him Ashe nearly lost control of himself. He wrapped his shaky arms around Olivine and pressed his nose against his hair.]
I...Olivine... [Ashe groaned as he pressed his nose against his cheek. He let out a low moan as he stopped his hand from going down Olivine's back. He felt like he wasn't in control of his actions especially around his sweet scent. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against Olivine.]
I...I feel like I won't be able to control myself soon. Before that happens where can we go so I can help you... [He really hoped Olivine wouldn't mind even if he's hanging off him and Ashe couldn't resist rubbing his back for long.]
[as Ashe resists, Olivine... does nothing of the sort. it's not completely unlike his time as an incubus, slave to his instincts and wants—but this time, there's much less unfamiliarity. the warmth of his heat isn't that different from a normal day for the priest, when he lets himself be all he wants.]
... why would you need to control yourself, Ashe? [with their foreheads pressed together, his nose nudges the other man's in lieu of meeting lips to lips just yet.] Or move? Is this not comfortable enough?
[ache lances through him again, and a whine bubbles up from his chest. okay, that's a bit different from usual. the following thoughts, even as he voices them, aren't exactly his own either. heat pushes him to want, to press against his companion's limits, playfully offering himself to whoever has the strength to take him.]
Or do you want to make sure everyone can see it? Show them all you're strong enough to keep me all to yourself...
[ Kleken might be dead asleep to the world, face buried in a pillow as if to hide his sleeping face from existence, but his tentacles are more than awake. More importantly, they're not terribly inclined to getting out of bed either, and clearly the way to solve that issue is by dragging Olivine down into the bed with them. Immediately they begin to tangle around and over the man's limbs with eager familiarity and temptation. Isn't it so much nicer here in bed, they seem to say. ]
[ If Kleken is at all aware of any of this happening, he doesn't show it. ]
Ah—wait—! [tentacles tangle around his limbs and Olivine's face flushes immediately, tugging a little against them as if to test their persistence.] Kleken, we need to be up...
[but that's about as far as he can take the protest. appendages squeeze and tug, and he finds himself summarily pulled into the bed, tight clothing shifted askew by their efforts.]
[ There continues to be a sharp lack of verbal response, but the physical one from the tangle of tentacles is quite vivid. They take advantage of Olivine's tight clothing to feel him over through the fabric, digging suckers in along the edges of those shifted pieces with an eagerness as if they'd never touched the man a day in their life. ]
[ And still Kleken 'slumbers' while his tentacles make for a comfier spot on the bed to feel Olivine up. ]
[ This sort of game suits a guy like Broca weirdly well. He's had to make do with worse tools than what have been provided by the virtual island, and almost immediately he set to work gathering materials and starting to get to work building things for himself. Truly this is a man suited for a very hands on version of a crafting game, because he seems almost upbeat by Broca standards by the time Olivine makes his way over to him.
He's looking a lot less beachy than Olivine though in a full black outfit that seems better suited for garage work than beachwear. And here's to hoping Olivine understands a little about cat body language, because while Broca's face remains as stony as it usually does, his tail lifts up, the tip curling into a loose hook shape in a friendly gesture.
Olivine might be coming over to offer his assistance, but without meaning to Broca will beat him to the punch. ]
[lucky for them both, Olivine is quite versed in animals and their individual languages—so he's as pleased to see the curl of that tail as anything. Not that he thought Broca wouldn't be happy to see him, but it's a more plain view than usual. His question earns a laugh, soft and Thandie.]
Actually, I was just coming too ask if you needed any. I've started collecting some of the sturdy tree leaves to get a shelter started... it's warm now, but I'm not sure how cold it will get at night yet, so building a fire pit is probably also a good idea.
[ Although the two of them seem to struggle to encounter each other without playing the main game this resort seems interested in, Olivine has never been anything but pleasant and easy to get along with to Broca.
As the comment that Olivine makes, Broca lifts himself up and out of the sandy patch he was sitting in, taking a second to brush some of it off of his pants. ]
[ He’d been on the prowl, of course. He can hardly help it now that this temporary suit he’d been stamped with had marked him as an alpha, with all that that implies.
And it’s…dizzying, to suddenly be beset by a cocktail of pheromones coming in from every which way, tugging at him, inexorably pulling him forward until he catches wind of one particular, almost familiar scent. Perhaps it might even be something like the essence exuded by certain lovers of his in the resort already…
But seeing the massive shape nestled among piles of pillows and blankets just confirms it.
He has to try, very hard, to keep his expression carefully neutral, carefully concerned, in stark contrast to his quickening pulse, his darker instincts as an alpha howling in triumph at having finally found its prey.
And a very easy one, at that. Baizhu wastes no time in approaching him, the air growing heavy with the scent of his own unique pheromones, which can be, naturally, a touch bitter. ]
What a lovely surprise. You weren’t waiting for someone else, were you?
[The mixture of their scents is intoxicating, really. An odd bittersweet that coats his tongue and draws a broad smile to his lips, leaned forward as he still is. Jewelry gleams in the dim space beneath his chest, swaying with each breath.
Baizhu may have found his prey, but for a "lowly omega," he's just as intentional. This designation may give him the least "rights," but it's not forcing him to not pick at the doctor's words.]
Should I not have been...? If someone hadn't gotten here soon, I might have died... [and he has no right to reach out and touch, but he does anyway, practically daring Baizhu to react as long fingers graze over his clothing.] none of them have worn me out anyway, so why not give it a try?
[this is... fat and away from Olivine's normal personality, but Baizhu will also know him well enough to know these thoughts likely exist beneath his proper exterior—deeper even than his blatant sexuality.]
[ Bold in the sense that he’s willing to challenge Baizhu instead of gently leading him along or getting swept up in the tentacles moment, that is.
It’s nice to hear Olivine’s more honest thoughts shine through.
He reaches for Olivine’s hand then, twining their fingers together, taking his sweet time to lean in and let their combined pheromones settle in the air, as though they aren’t both in urgent need of playing into the Omegadome’s games. ]
But I can’t very well leave you alone to die, now can I?
[ Without releasing his grip on Olivine’s hand he eases himself among those pillows, welcoming their softness and warmth—things which happen to be in short supply given the rather aggressive nature of this particular game—and goes still further, moving to straddle Olivine as his more dominant instincts take hold. ]
[One could say she's been corrupted, especially given she has had her first taste of sex in this place. Is this how men feel having a dick? Constantly horny? She isn't sure, but she hasn't felt satisfied enough to stop for a while now. At best, she calmed down enough to think she was done, only for her body to act up again every time she smelled something sweet in the air.
She followed it like a butterfly to flowers, a bear to a beehive, seeking nectar that can quench her thirst. It's odd how she feels about it, especially when she sees the man looking so comfortable in a nest. The sight of it stirs something in her-- fondness? Desire? She isn't sure, but he looks rather tired and weak, and a part of her does worry about him as she comes closer, climbing into his nest with a worried hum.]
Oh my, what happened to you? You look like you need some help.
[The sweet scent of omega is alluring though, and while instincts tell her to take, she isn't such a brute. She wanted to at least be a gentlewoman about it, even if she knows what's she's sensing.]
[He's surprised by what he sees, in that moment. Not that she's someone he hasn't met yet—there are so many of those here already—but that the warm scent he'd been seeking maintains such composure as to be worried about him.
Or... well, distantly, that's true. He's also distracted as Astra climbs into his space, alpha scent mingling with his and tugging at his instincts. It's a sensation that makes him curious, even as his smile curves soft and dreamy across full lips.]
Mmm, I'm so hot, I can barely stand it. [fingers splay across his chest as he speaks, body shifting to nestle into the space between them. The instinctual understanding of "normal" anatomy doesn't even come to mind in the moment, sparing him any unnecessary uncertainty to the viability of what he's asking for.] I want to be bred. Will you help me...?
[The repetition is sweeter, more pleading than the first request. He's so very pitiful and needy, miss Astra, won't you have him—]
[She's discovering a lot about herself here, things she never even considered just a few hours ago. Before, she wouldn't even consider that she might have a thing about men with broad chests and looking submissive under her, asking her to breed them. How silly, that seemed like a thing you read in videotapes that the manager siblings wouldn't even rent out.
Now, having such a man just offer himself on a silver platter for her has her giggling, her own scent dominating because she isn't quite aware of how much she is emitting. It's like a drug, and the way her newfound cock stirs awake at the request has her giggling as she nods.]
Aren't you eager? You must be really pent up, aren't you?
[Her shyness is gone by this point, treating this as what she'd normally treat her performances. Something to do well, give her all, even as she reaches out to help him get on his back.]
Don't worry, I'll make sure to take care of you. Sing for me, won't you?
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Diamonds Game - Omega Faith will save you (Yeah, whatever)(cw: spice, ABO obviously, dubcon)
as soon as he hears someone nearby though, he'll push himself upward, gaze sharp but hazy, tongue drawing over his lips as he leans forward. his clothing looks not unlike tatters, though it's hard to say if that's a sign of the time spent here or if it was an intentional choice on the priest's part.]
... There you are. [his voice is soft, rumbling with interest.] Will you help me?
Beak - Barracks We're living on a set time (cw: none of note, possible smut)
B. that said, Olivine is also not particularly married to the idea of perfect obedience where the drill sergeants are concerned. in fact, if his attempts at waking someone, whether he knows them or not, result in him being pulled into bed for more sleep (or more fun), they'll find although he squeaks a little, he's fairly amicable to the idea.]
Hearts Game We are bound to each other's hearts (cw: none to note)
but regardless, if he spots anyone out here in this area, he'll be quick to give a friendly wave and a smile before trotting over to see if they could use any help.]
hearts game
Even this thing is still attached to him.
Before he can read the message in the distance, he sees someone waving, attempting to get his attention, and soon quickly closing the distance between them. As the man gets closer, he cannot help but raise an eyebrow at the garments worn. Is that part of the game? ] Good day. It seems we are both stranded here. Have you gotten the opportunity to peruse the instructions and learn the objective of this game?
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(as to the clothing... well, it's certainly an outfit that means a lot to him, thanks game.)]
I have, yes. It seems to be a game about making connections and survival on a deserted island. Did you just arrive here?
[as in the VR experience, presumably. as it stands, Olivine has clearly been here for a bit, based on the small collection of materials he has peeking out of his hip pouch.]
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[ He indeed is a recent arrival. To the island. At least, this man confirms that much for him. Should Xingqiu assume that the information was verified? They can't trust everything about this place, although he won't disturb his work as he seemed busy organizing himself. It was probably for the best to meet one of the objectives. Looking around, trying to get a better scope of this place, he finally takes the time to look down at himself.
He lifts a hand slightly, looking at his sleeves. Should he feel relief? He hasn't worn this outfit since. Well, since he was back in Liyue. It's practical for this, despite the expensive silks. ]
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Xingqiu. I hope we can cooperate and successfully beat this game.
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Xingqiu's clothing is equally peculiar, but the silks surely seem soft and breathable. Light, even.]
Of course. I'm Olivine; it's a pleasure to meet you, Xingqiu. [placing a hand over his chest, the priest bows lightly.] I'm sure that we'll be able to cooperate through this. Ah—have you had any experience in outdoor survival?
barracks
When Olivine tries to rouse him, Ali squints his eyes, fighting both sleepiness and bad vision as he tries to see who is waking him up. Ultimately he gives up, and he rolls onto his side and lifts up the blanket, inviting Olivine in. He's not averse to sharing his space if it means more sleeping.]
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Ah— [well, that's not... exactly what he expected, and now he's left with a dilemma. to leave him here to his fate feels unkind, especially after going through the trouble of attempting to wake him. and really, it's not as though he minds running errands for people. at least it would keep the man he's never met from going through that alone.] Are you sure you want to stay sleeping...?
[he'll wait for any kind of answer that's not a "no," at least, whether that's a non-answer in his settling or a simple noise, or... whatever else. and then he'll just kind of shake his head and slip into the bed, movements delicate despite his built frame.]
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[Both sleeping in and being a gofer, he means. He would rather carry equipment around than run laps endlessly. All of that physical exercise and they won't even let him fly, how terrible.
Once Olivine crawls into bed though, Ali will drop the blanket over the man and settle back down into bed. He probably won't sleep much longer, as he usually gets up at around 7 anyway, but he doesn't want to get out of bed until his usual time. Especially not with someone else here now, keeping the bed warm.
Also of note, Ali runs a bit warmer than the average person. So everything will quickly become warm and comfortable under the blanket.]
We can shirk duties later by hiding anyway.
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[His voice is soft and relatively unobtrusive, answering genially as he settles in. Maybe they should exchange pleasantries when they actually get up... but for now, he's not going to disturb his new acquaintance too much.
Incidentally, they both run warm at that. It's remarkably comfortable, in fact, and he finds it easy to relax in turn.]
I will have to follow your lead then.
[He's shirked duties like, one whole time in his entire life, and he was still bad at it. Smh.]
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Diamond Game
On his way to find a place to sit he spot Olivine. Olivine always looked handsome, but there was something about him that pulled Ashe towards him more than usual. He nodded as he walked over to him.]
Of course, what do you need help with?
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and his eyes follow every step of the way, as patient as he can be when everything feels utterly empty.]
What do I need...? [abruptly, the priest moves to slide his arms around Ashe, pulling him in closer and nuzzling his nose right into the other's neck, scenting him with that sweet scent of his and offering his own neck as he does. the scent makes him groan as it mingles with his own, a shudder running down his spine.] I need to be bred until I can't move anymore.
I'm all empty and hot... please, I'll be a good boy... hehe.♥
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I...Olivine... [Ashe groaned as he pressed his nose against his cheek. He let out a low moan as he stopped his hand from going down Olivine's back. He felt like he wasn't in control of his actions especially around his sweet scent. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against Olivine.]
I...I feel like I won't be able to control myself soon. Before that happens where can we go so I can help you... [He really hoped Olivine wouldn't mind even if he's hanging off him and Ashe couldn't resist rubbing his back for long.]
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... why would you need to control yourself, Ashe? [with their foreheads pressed together, his nose nudges the other man's in lieu of meeting lips to lips just yet.] Or move? Is this not comfortable enough?
[ache lances through him again, and a whine bubbles up from his chest. okay, that's a bit different from usual. the following thoughts, even as he voices them, aren't exactly his own either. heat pushes him to want, to press against his companion's limits, playfully offering himself to whoever has the strength to take him.]
Or do you want to make sure everyone can see it? Show them all you're strong enough to keep me all to yourself...
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[ If Kleken is at all aware of any of this happening, he doesn't show it. ]
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[but that's about as far as he can take the protest. appendages squeeze and tug, and he finds himself summarily pulled into the bed, tight clothing shifted askew by their efforts.]
Nnmh... we'll get in trouble...
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[ And still Kleken 'slumbers' while his tentacles make for a comfier spot on the bed to feel Olivine up. ]
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Hearts Game
He's looking a lot less beachy than Olivine though in a full black outfit that seems better suited for garage work than beachwear. And here's to hoping Olivine understands a little about cat body language, because while Broca's face remains as stony as it usually does, his tail lifts up, the tip curling into a loose hook shape in a friendly gesture.
Olivine might be coming over to offer his assistance, but without meaning to Broca will beat him to the punch. ]
Need help with something?
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Actually, I was just coming too ask if you needed any. I've started collecting some of the sturdy tree leaves to get a shelter started... it's warm now, but I'm not sure how cold it will get at night yet, so building a fire pit is probably also a good idea.
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As the comment that Olivine makes, Broca lifts himself up and out of the sandy patch he was sitting in, taking a second to brush some of it off of his pants. ]
You know how to make one?
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Diamonds!
[ He’d been on the prowl, of course. He can hardly help it now that this temporary suit he’d been stamped with had marked him as an alpha, with all that that implies.
And it’s…dizzying, to suddenly be beset by a cocktail of pheromones coming in from every which way, tugging at him, inexorably pulling him forward until he catches wind of one particular, almost familiar scent. Perhaps it might even be something like the essence exuded by certain lovers of his in the resort already…
But seeing the massive shape nestled among piles of pillows and blankets just confirms it.
He has to try, very hard, to keep his expression carefully neutral, carefully concerned, in stark contrast to his quickening pulse, his darker instincts as an alpha howling in triumph at having finally found its prey.
And a very easy one, at that. Baizhu wastes no time in approaching him, the air growing heavy with the scent of his own unique pheromones, which can be, naturally, a touch bitter. ]
What a lovely surprise. You weren’t waiting for someone else, were you?
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Baizhu may have found his prey, but for a "lowly omega," he's just as intentional. This designation may give him the least "rights," but it's not forcing him to not pick at the doctor's words.]
Should I not have been...? If someone hadn't gotten here soon, I might have died... [and he has no right to reach out and touch, but he does anyway, practically daring Baizhu to react as long fingers graze over his clothing.] none of them have worn me out anyway, so why not give it a try?
[this is... fat and away from Olivine's normal personality, but Baizhu will also know him well enough to know these thoughts likely exist beneath his proper exterior—deeper even than his blatant sexuality.]
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[ Bold in the sense that he’s willing to challenge Baizhu instead of gently leading him along or getting swept up in the
tentaclesmoment, that is.It’s nice to hear Olivine’s more honest thoughts shine through.
He reaches for Olivine’s hand then, twining their fingers together, taking his sweet time to lean in and let their combined pheromones settle in the air, as though they aren’t both in urgent need of playing into the Omegadome’s games. ]
But I can’t very well leave you alone to die, now can I?
[ Without releasing his grip on Olivine’s hand he eases himself among those pillows, welcoming their softness and warmth—things which happen to be in short supply given the rather aggressive nature of this particular game—and goes still further, moving to straddle Olivine as his more dominant instincts take hold. ]
And I especially can’t let someone else have you.
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She followed it like a butterfly to flowers, a bear to a beehive, seeking nectar that can quench her thirst. It's odd how she feels about it, especially when she sees the man looking so comfortable in a nest. The sight of it stirs something in her-- fondness? Desire? She isn't sure, but he looks rather tired and weak, and a part of her does worry about him as she comes closer, climbing into his nest with a worried hum.]
Oh my, what happened to you? You look like you need some help.
[The sweet scent of omega is alluring though, and while instincts tell her to take, she isn't such a brute. She wanted to at least be a gentlewoman about it, even if she knows what's she's sensing.]
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Or... well, distantly, that's true. He's also distracted as Astra climbs into his space, alpha scent mingling with his and tugging at his instincts. It's a sensation that makes him curious, even as his smile curves soft and dreamy across full lips.]
Mmm, I'm so hot, I can barely stand it. [fingers splay across his chest as he speaks, body shifting to nestle into the space between them. The instinctual understanding of "normal" anatomy doesn't even come to mind in the moment, sparing him any unnecessary uncertainty to the viability of what he's asking for.] I want to be bred. Will you help me...?
[The repetition is sweeter, more pleading than the first request. He's so very pitiful and needy, miss Astra, won't you have him—]
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Now, having such a man just offer himself on a silver platter for her has her giggling, her own scent dominating because she isn't quite aware of how much she is emitting. It's like a drug, and the way her newfound cock stirs awake at the request has her giggling as she nods.]
Aren't you eager? You must be really pent up, aren't you?
[Her shyness is gone by this point, treating this as what she'd normally treat her performances. Something to do well, give her all, even as she reaches out to help him get on his back.]
Don't worry, I'll make sure to take care of you. Sing for me, won't you?
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