【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
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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[if Akira weren't still a bit disoriented from his return to actual reality, he might take a moment to consider how ridiculous it is to question Minato's genuine existence. the game was advertised as a two-player experienced, and what benefit would the resort gain from having people make fake connections with a simulated computer program? but every time logical thought tries to creep its way back in, it is subsumed by the memories of that smile. of its impermanence, of the way it felt like Minato's existence itself was not meant to be]
Shit. . .
[Akira mutters aloud as he lifts a hand to scrub at his face, as though roughly wiping sleep from his eyes. he hasn't been immune from the resort's whims during his two-month tenure, but. . . this would be the first time he has ever felt like it had truly messed with him]
[. . .]
[he steps forward, walking at a much slower pace now, hand dropping limply back to his side. perhaps it is serendipity. . . or perhaps the Velvet Room is still pulling its mysterious strings in the backgrounds. but as he looks up. . . he sees it]
[a semi-familiar head of blue hair resting inconspicuously in a tiny little alcove, curled up on a bench without a care for it being a very public space. someone tucked so far away from the public eye that Akira may have walked right past him, had he not lifted his gaze at just the right time]
[and just like that, his anxiety evaporates]
Ah. . .
[except. . . now he feels super embarrassed for getting so worked up over nothing. of course Minato had been a real person. why would he ever doubt it? that was a dumb thing to question, Kurusu!! it's a good thing the other Wild Card is napping right now, because the flush on Akira's features would be such a dead giveaway. god. what a loser]
[wait. actually. why the heck is Minato sleeping out in public? that seems like such a bad idea?? HELLO???]
[with a deep exhale to compose himself, Akira plops himself down on the bench next to his fellow Wild Card, before he reaches out to give his shoulder a gentle, but firm, shake]
[ Ever the heavy sleeper, Minato is oblivious to Akira's presence. It's only after Akira gives his shoulder a good shake that his eyelids twitch, opening halfway with a couple of bleary blinks.
"Five more minutes," he thinks, and gets ready to drift off again before remembering a promise made in a now-distant island hut. That's right; he'd trusted someone to wake him up, hadn't he?
Focus returns to Minato's eyes as he shifts to sit more upright. He yawns and rubs an eye, attention landing on the person next to him. ]
...thought you said you weren't a morning person.
[ Here's Akira looking a little more mundane compared to his earlier costume. It's a little odd going from that to seeing his "just some guy" energy, but... that's not necessarily a bad thing. This is better. This is real.
He spends a moment to study Akira's expression, his demeanor, the entire air about him, already subconsciously slipping into his old habit of gleaning as much detail as possible from whoever is around him. Call it a skill that all wild cards seemed to have.
[it's true; there is a stark difference between the Akira Minato is meeting now and the one back on the island. scruffy and unkempt hair, fashionable-yet-average clothing, a pair of glasses perched on his nose to emphasize his inner nerd. . . there's probably a reason for this dissonance, but. that is also a conversation for another day]
[for now? Akira pulls up a lopsided smile. an attempt at cutting through some of the lingering tension that Minato so adeptly picked up on. this guy. . . he's pretty sharp, isn't he? that shouldn't be surprising, if he's a guest of the Velvet Room]
Yeah. I'm okay.
[he could leave it there, but. . . he continues, tone light]
For a second there I was afraid you were a figment of my imagination.
[the way he puts it belies exactly how much that fear had affected him, but. considering he is still flustered over his dumb panic, he prefers turning it into a light joke!]
But I'm glad to see that you're real and solid. [. . .] And taking naps in strange places.
[ Minato blinks, staring at Akira with the energy of a dog inclining its head at a 45-degree angle. A figment of his imagination?
...there's a nugget of truth in that fear. It's a conversation for another day, one that's likely to be in a far-flung future considering how there's still lingering tension in Akira's shoulders. Minato wouldn't go so far as to describing him as distraught, but... What Akira doesn't know can't wound him.
Minato shakes his head, allowing a reassuring smile to settle on his features. It feels like the most appropriate expression given the circumstances. ]
Yeah. I am.
[ He hesitates for a moment, recalling the manner in which Akira had flinched when he'd wiped dirt off his face. But on the other hand, wasn't this the same person who'd allowed him to settle against him underneath that shared jacket?
So he makes up his mind, resting a hand over Akira's wrist. ]
I'm real. See?
[ Napping in strange places though... ]
...a bench isn't so bad.
[ Decidedly Not the point of Akira's comment, but. Details. If he's accosted while asleep in public out here, that's simply a risk he was willing to accept. ]
[ah. the weight of Minato's touch settles warmly against his wrist, and for some reason. . . that helps. as if seeing Minato napping on a bench outside of the VR wasn't enough!]
[he exhales deeply, gaze flickering down to those fingers resting against warm skin, and manages a lopsided smile]
A bench is pretty bad, actually.
[a light tease, though it is laced with genuine concern]
[ Senpai will nap where senpai wants, buddy. But fine, you win this time, Akira. ]
I'm awake now. So it doesn't really matter.
[ Minato takes his hand back and really looks at Akira now. It's the first time he's been able to truly absorb the other wild card's physical appearance. His gaze lands on the glasses. From what he can recall, Akira hadn't been wearing them in the game...
He lifts a hand and points at the other's glasses. ]
...were you walking around that island unable to see anything?
[ Or maybe Akira's vision wasn't actually that bad? ]
[ Minato blinks as Akira sets the glasses on his face, fully prepared to have his vision go blurry with an accompanying headache. Except... nothing happens? Huh? ]
Oh. They're not real.
[ Well... he supposes they do look nice on Akira. Minato reaches up to slide them off, turning them over in his hands. ]
I guess wearing a mask would be hard with glasses.
[ He gives Akira's face a close look, even leaning forward a bit to get a better view of it. He looks... fine, without the glasses? Just as unassuming, a little plain.
Carefully, Minato slides the glasses back onto Akira's face. Hm. Still the same guy. Just as unassuming, slightly less plain now that he has an extra accessory. ]
[hello?? Minato leans in, and Akira. . . resists the embarrassed urge to lean back in return. instead he just stares quietly at Minato, features completely even, almost unreadable]
[and then Minato returns his glasses. . . and he lifts a hand to push them a bit further up his nose, light flashing the lenses opaque]
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Shit. . .
[Akira mutters aloud as he lifts a hand to scrub at his face, as though roughly wiping sleep from his eyes. he hasn't been immune from the resort's whims during his two-month tenure, but. . . this would be the first time he has ever felt like it had truly messed with him]
[. . .]
[he steps forward, walking at a much slower pace now, hand dropping limply back to his side. perhaps it is serendipity. . . or perhaps the Velvet Room is still pulling its mysterious strings in the backgrounds. but as he looks up. . . he sees it]
[a semi-familiar head of blue hair resting inconspicuously in a tiny little alcove, curled up on a bench without a care for it being a very public space. someone tucked so far away from the public eye that Akira may have walked right past him, had he not lifted his gaze at just the right time]
[and just like that, his anxiety evaporates]
Ah. . .
[except. . . now he feels super embarrassed for getting so worked up over nothing. of course Minato had been a real person. why would he ever doubt it? that was a dumb thing to question, Kurusu!! it's a good thing the other Wild Card is napping right now, because the flush on Akira's features would be such a dead giveaway. god. what a loser]
[wait. actually. why the heck is Minato sleeping out in public? that seems like such a bad idea?? HELLO???]
[with a deep exhale to compose himself, Akira plops himself down on the bench next to his fellow Wild Card, before he reaches out to give his shoulder a gentle, but firm, shake]
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"Five more minutes," he thinks, and gets ready to drift off again before remembering a promise made in a now-distant island hut. That's right; he'd trusted someone to wake him up, hadn't he?
Focus returns to Minato's eyes as he shifts to sit more upright. He yawns and rubs an eye, attention landing on the person next to him. ]
...thought you said you weren't a morning person.
[ Here's Akira looking a little more mundane compared to his earlier costume. It's a little odd going from that to seeing his "just some guy" energy, but... that's not necessarily a bad thing. This is better. This is real.
He spends a moment to study Akira's expression, his demeanor, the entire air about him, already subconsciously slipping into his old habit of gleaning as much detail as possible from whoever is around him. Call it a skill that all wild cards seemed to have.
His brow creases in mild concern. ]
...hey, are you okay?
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[for now? Akira pulls up a lopsided smile. an attempt at cutting through some of the lingering tension that Minato so adeptly picked up on. this guy. . . he's pretty sharp, isn't he? that shouldn't be surprising, if he's a guest of the Velvet Room]
Yeah. I'm okay.
[he could leave it there, but. . . he continues, tone light]
For a second there I was afraid you were a figment of my imagination.
[the way he puts it belies exactly how much that fear had affected him, but. considering he is still flustered over his dumb panic, he prefers turning it into a light joke!]
But I'm glad to see that you're real and solid. [. . .] And taking naps in strange places.
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...there's a nugget of truth in that fear. It's a conversation for another day, one that's likely to be in a far-flung future considering how there's still lingering tension in Akira's shoulders. Minato wouldn't go so far as to describing him as distraught, but... What Akira doesn't know can't wound him.
Minato shakes his head, allowing a reassuring smile to settle on his features. It feels like the most appropriate expression given the circumstances. ]
Yeah. I am.
[ He hesitates for a moment, recalling the manner in which Akira had flinched when he'd wiped dirt off his face. But on the other hand, wasn't this the same person who'd allowed him to settle against him underneath that shared jacket?
So he makes up his mind, resting a hand over Akira's wrist. ]
I'm real. See?
[ Napping in strange places though... ]
...a bench isn't so bad.
[ Decidedly Not the point of Akira's comment, but. Details. If he's accosted while asleep in public out here, that's simply a risk he was willing to accept. ]
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[he exhales deeply, gaze flickering down to those fingers resting against warm skin, and manages a lopsided smile]
A bench is pretty bad, actually.
[a light tease, though it is laced with genuine concern]
You're going to ruin your back that way.
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I'm awake now. So it doesn't really matter.
[ Minato takes his hand back and really looks at Akira now. It's the first time he's been able to truly absorb the other wild card's physical appearance. His gaze lands on the glasses. From what he can recall, Akira hadn't been wearing them in the game...
He lifts a hand and points at the other's glasses. ]
...were you walking around that island unable to see anything?
[ Or maybe Akira's vision wasn't actually that bad? ]
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[with an amused huff, Akira plucks the glasses from his features, before reaching out to pop them atop Minato's nose. spoilers! they're fake!]
I have 20/20 vision. But don't they make me look smart?
[okay, Joker]
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Oh. They're not real.
[ Well... he supposes they do look nice on Akira. Minato reaches up to slide them off, turning them over in his hands. ]
I guess wearing a mask would be hard with glasses.
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[his smile softens a little, now thoroughly pensive]
. . . I suppose the glasses are kind of a mask in and of themselves.
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[ He gives Akira's face a close look, even leaning forward a bit to get a better view of it. He looks... fine, without the glasses? Just as unassuming, a little plain.
Carefully, Minato slides the glasses back onto Akira's face. Hm. Still the same guy. Just as unassuming, slightly less plain now that he has an extra accessory. ]
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[and then Minato returns his glasses. . . and he lifts a hand to push them a bit further up his nose, light flashing the lenses opaque]
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You look the same to me, with or without them.
[ Despite everything, it's still Akira. Perhaps there's a bigger story behind the fake glasses? ]
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Oh.
[. . .]
I think that's a good thing?
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Don't worry about it.
[ But it is, it's a good thing. No matter how he changes, he'll be the same Akira Kurusu to Minato. ]