【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[ Given the amount that Broca himself has done in at least semi-public spots in this resort verses how much he's bothered to do inside an actual bedroom, he is perhaps the last person to truly be worried about the privacy issues of things like that. Still, it's not necessarily something that a person wants to surprise themselves with if they're just trying to feel closer to a friend.
That particular adventure might lead Yato to feeling a little too intimately acquainted with extra appendages though. ]
Yeah... sometimes. It's not out of the question.
[ Whether any of it would or not is beyond him, but just to be on the safe side, best to recommend the new arrival avoid it. ]
[(Un?)fortunately, such adventures are still in Yato's future, so he'll have to deal with them when they come up. The warning is greatly appreciated though, judging by his bewildered and yet somewhat relieved expression. Foresight goes a long way towards making uncomfortable situations more bearable, that's for sure. Better to be aware ahead of time that even something as simple as a clip-on tail might egg him on in unexpected ways.]
This place sure is wild... I never know what to expect. Though I've only been here a day or so, so I bet that'll change pretty damn quickly.
[If he can find any non-charmed clothes, he's definitely going to be sticking with those unless those chicken-headed folks badger him into other attire.]
As much delight as Sanji gets out of impressing her— even if he’s not really doing anything worthy of her amazement— it does confirm in his mind that she’s probably not been at the Peacock for very long. Some people take a while to master what the watches are capable of, but the camera mode shouldn’t be that surprising to anyone with a little experience.
Not that he presses that point, just grinning at her instead as she takes up his offer, grabbing on to his arm. It delights him that she does it— almost makes him want to squirm from his joy, really— making his step a little more lively as they continue their trek onwards.
”We’ll figure out what it does. Promise.” He figures she might need a bit of encouragement. “And hopefully there’s an easy fix.”
Not that he wants to think about that now, so instead, he focuses on her other question.
”I guess you could say that? It’s been…. nine months now? Feels like an eternity since I’m separated from my friends, you know?” Well, kind of. Nami and Zoro being here does complicate things— the Peacock can feel oddly like home at times thanks to them being here— but on the whole, he misses their whole crew being together. “You get used to it, but— you never want to.”
But the Peacock has a way of getting under your skin and sinking it’s claws in, no matter what you do.
Glancing over at her, he shrugs his shoulders. “How about you? Been here very long or this place still feeling so damn new, you can barely find your way without getting lost?”
he's one of those flirty ones, isn't he. fantastic. like ishmael hadn't had enough of the other guys that had tried rizzing her up to no avail. unlike midnight however, it's pretty obvious that this one has had prior existence in playing up amicable banter, what with how he smoothly takes her hand like he'd always wanted to. or something.
damn.
normally, ishmael wouldn't stammer at this. but the costume possessing her causes her to stumble on her words a little before clearing her throat and remembering her place. ]
C-Call me Ishmael. [ she lets him hold her hand for a few more seconds before pulling away. ahem. ] I'm relieved that your name has not changed a bit, Master Natori. But... since it's been a while, would it be too much to ask what have you been up to lately?
[ let's catch up!! by telling her what he's all about, basically. ]
Haha, looks like we're both still going by our normal names! Right, Ishmael-san? [That was how he referred to Sumi-san, the housekeeper, when he was growing up, so he figures he can get away with it now-- no need to make his character such a louche as to be disrespectful to his staff. As if playing along with someone else's illusion isn't also disrespectful, but-- well, he can't break it until he knows what the shape of it is, and insisting that she's wrong won't get them any closer to a solution.
He lets her pull her hand away, then gestures for them to keep walking.]
No, of course not. [It's actually pretty interesting how this... spell, or whatever influence she's under, is maneuvering her around her lack of memories about him. Is it better to try to stress that by not helping it along? Maybe, but not if it means she just storms off and goes to someone else instead.] Well, you remember how I've broken countless hearts on the silver screen, in my role as the Sparkling Detective Akeboshi Koutarou?
[Is it... worse to throw in a plug for his movies? He's doing it anyway.]
I have to admit that I've been cast in several more productions! It's been a busy few days. But I'm sure you didn't doubt me for a minute!
[ Oh, that's a terrible line. Normally, Fuuta would physical recoil from the levels of cringe before launching into a tirade about how terrible it was.
But now, that earns a cackle. Fortunately for the director and unfortunately for Narumi, it's a very convincing laugh -- Fuuta has the right cadence and growl to his voice for it, and the little touch of SFX flames licking about his head lends him the perfect air of threat as he slinks forward a step. Then another. Closing the distance between them, bit by bit. ]
Let them come, then. [ His eyes gleam as they narrow. ] But you'll have to entertain me until then!
[ He darts forward the next moment with surprising agility. Whatever is in his makeup is doing a great job at squelching the usual pain of his injuries and giving him a hefty adrenaline boost. Later, he'll pay for it with muscle strains and aches, but for now, it means he gets to close the distance between them in little more than the blink of an eye. And before Narumi can back off or resist, that long, robotic tail of his lashes out, whipping Narumi's feet out from under him to knock him to the ground.
Fuuta's on him immediately afterward, straddling his midriff and shoving his hands against Narumi's shoulders to pin him in place. The claws of his costume are only plastic, but they feel convincingly sharp where they prickle past the plate of armor, threatening to draw blood if Narumi makes the wrong move.
It's very movie cliche when he leans in to drag his tongue up the side of Narumi's throat in one long swipe before sitting back and licking his lips. Even more cliche when he drawls, ]
Oh, stop being a baby. I wasn't holding you that hard!
( said like a girl who wouldn't get indignant if her face of gets handled like that too.. but they aren't going there! conveniently enough for her, she is moving on. )
Yup! Seal it. It's just another product to help keep everything on, usually put on after everything is where you want it. Think of it like hairspray I guess? There are other things you could add on, but I haven't really played around with stage makeup before.
( something she does look excited to try, at least. does that bode well for him? maybe. maybe not. )
.....?
( ? )
I guess it depends on the type. Obviously if you're the sort to transform there's not much I can do about that. ( which is one of the few she has awareness of, ) Are the glasses linked, somehow?
( these are Very Specific Questions mostly because she only really knows one guy who has a hybrid form that does bloodstuff locked behind an item...... )
ann takamaki | persona 5 royal | 7♠️ | current character, closed prompts ⬇️
[various closed starters go here. pls feel free to hmu via pm/gravesinger if you would be down to clown (want to plot!!) Be not afraid. I have my arms open for you as does Ann! Instead of starters, some ideas, we can toss a plot baseball back and forth for a few comments, and I'll start us off. ✨💖 aka "local woman had too many ideas this TDM to settle on one thing and I have to rawdog it."
STARTER IDEAS
📸📹 PAPARAZZI
ideas for this:bodyguard/client or actor/assistant scenarios, costars (having an affair optional), hurt/comfort, superfans. Would like to err toward the side of sfw here but nsfw scenarios are cool for more intimate relationships listed here, like bodyguard and costar situations.
👗✨ COSTUME MALFUNCTION(s) & 🎞️🎬 SHORT FILMS:
ideas for this:w/o special effects: the intimacy of helping someone dress/dressing someone else, semi-public, clothed/semi-clothed, clothing related kink in general (stockings, heels, lingerie, etc.). aphroed makeup ✅✅✅ roles & special effects: first and foremost, ann can't act so all of this will be the worst acting on the earth until she chills out, but: catgirl w/varying definitions of "cat", ~sexy spy~, shoujo anime villain, student (but this is situational), rich heiress popular girl/cheerleader, cops & robbers, succubus, rivals/enemies to lovers, inevitable kidnapping victim in a twilight-esque monsterfucking scenario. looking for primarily nsfw scenarios here, the sillier the better.
kinks: masturbation/mutual masturbation, praise kink (giving/receiving), risk of discovery, ann as a service top, body worship, edging, dirty talk, oral, non-penetrative sex, toys. more info characters 16-21 preferred. | for any questions, please pm me or hmu at gravesinger. |
( hehe! my, she certainly looks proud of herself. yes, yes. she deserves all these kind words and recognition and then some! )
Good, right? Not that I didn't have a good base, but I think this should be dramatic enough for whatever it is you're going to be doing in a bit. Don't mess up my hard work too badly.
( not that she doesn't know that it's inevitable in certain situationsm, but oh well. )
But I can do touch ups if it happens, I guess.
( why would she say no at another chance to be recognized?
then, she tilts her head. while he doesn't look like much of a fighter in comparison to some others she knows, she doesn't really think he's to be dismissed either. a thought she'll keep to herself for now, patting his shoulder in encouragement as she beams. )
You're right, that wouldn't be fun at all. So do your best, okay? I've been getting antsy and it'd be nice to have a sparring partner I know I can go to!
( because she refuses to skip a day of training if that's all she can do here!! )
[ The prospect of watching pornographic films with another person is... Well, Keita can appreciate the artistic nature(?) of some of these movies, and of course he'd participated to a certain extent, albeit largely running props or helping with costumes. But he doesn't find them as entirely titillating as he's sure some other members of the audience do, and for that reason is perfectly happy to give his full attention to Layla for the duration of the film, to spare them both the embarrassment of having to look.
Keita shifts to the side a bit to ensure Layla has room to situate herself on their shared chair-bed. Although he notes that the change in position has left her legs somewhat exposed, she doesn't seem too perturbed by it—and so Keita, reminding himself that this isn't 1884 and he doesn't need to be concerned so much with things like propriety, decides not to say anything either, although he's aware that there's a blanket draped over the armrest nearest him in case she gets cold. ]
Is that an option? [ he says with a smile, stretching an arm out along the cushion behind her. ] Do you know, I'm not sure I've ever had popcorn. Does it make a good projectile?
[ Around them, the lights dim, but Keita keeps his focus on Layla aside from a brief glance around just to see what the vibes are like. ]
Did you hold up all right over the last bit of excitement we had?
[There's a pause as Vincent blinks blearily and glances at Barret. He has some memory of being here, the absurd outfits, and grumbling about his lack of personal clothing and effects. Like goddamn they even took his Queen's Blood deck, it's fucked up, man. Now he's stuck with a fuzzy pimp jacket and... well, not hell of a lot else, but he's discreetly closed the coat around himself and tucked his left arm away. Nobody needs to see that shit.
Then there is Barret who, of course, is ready to be on the offense.
Vincent just rolls over and closes his eyes, ready to go back to sleep.]
( she makes a small noise of acknowledgement, hopping off her chair at long last so she can shrug off the robe and neatly drape it over the armrest. she's thinking about it, and she wonders if that sort of approach would really work well with someone like her.. it's not like she's been going to a formal school system these days!
the uniform they've put her in is modest, as one might expect for a setting like this. skirt down to her ankles, a blouse properly tucked in - she was even given a vest and a tie to accessorize with.
the thin, silver glint around her neck suggests that they've likely given her a cross too, just to really sell it. )
Oh!
( she hadn't seen it in the callsheet, she thinks, but that just means she should've introduced herself first! it's like she wasn't taught manners or something.
this time, she's properly faced his way, her shiny mary janes pressed neatly together with her hands on her lap, bowing her head a little in her greeting since she does need to play nice here. also? it just feels like she maybe should? easy as she is to anger, it's not as if he's done anything to earn it. )
A pleasure to meet you. I'll be in your care. ( ...but who knows how long that'll last for...... at least through the shooting, hopefully. ) You can call me Nei.
Monsieur, that's a pleasant change of pace, [ Keita observes with a small smile. ] Are you French, then?
[ Either that, or he comes from a world that happens to speak a language not dissimilar to the little French Keita knows. He'd never had a reason to learn it properly, but living in London does mean a certain amount of exposure to people from France who come across the channel.
Although the first buckle gives Keita a bit of trouble, the rest of them are fairly straightforward. He works his way from top to bottom, starting with the ones fastened around Vanitas' neck and then down, and by the time Vanitas has undone his waistcoat and his shirt, Keita's fingers have just come to rest on the second-to-last buckle strapped across Vanitas' waist. There he pauses, glancing up at the question. ]
Would it make you more comfortable? [ he asks. Keita doesn't care much one way or another, but his last intent is to cause discomfort. ] Here, let me at least finish this first.
[ He wouldn't want to leave Vanitas with two buckles still fastened, after all, so before Vanitas can turn him away, Keita hurries to finish the last ones as well. ]
She’s grateful for his confidence that they’ll find an answer. She was certain it was going to be good after everything Shanks told her, but maybe they’d get lucky! Maybe it won’t be anything too— well she’s not sure. Her extremely limited experience in this matter only proves that she has no idea what the House will want her to do.
“Were… are your friends here?” She asks gently, unsure if it’s a sore subject or not.
When he asks about herself, however, she sighs. “Is it that easy to tell that I’m new here?” She smiles, despite this.
“I’m a little overwhelmed. Though, I ran into- I’ve been told what I should be expecting.”
At least the long and short of it. Shanks didn’t want her to be in the dark, which she’s grateful for! But every time she thinks of him it’s like a switch. She tenses slightly, not meaning to dig her fingers into his arm as they walk.
[ The extended pause makes Keita's eyebrows lift slightly. Until Hiyori decides on what to say, the futures immediately ahead of them are a mess of different exclamations and outcomes—all of which fade away as soon as he speaks aloud. ]
That's right, [ Keita says, nodding his confirmation. If he remembered a future in which Hiyori accused him of wanting to watch schoolgirl/alien porn, he would probably be quite put out! ] The process of it is fascinating, although the subject matter is a bit...
[ He waves a hand to encompass it all. In point of fact, alien/schoolgirl porn is definitely not his cup of tea, although Keita has nothing but respect for the actors involved. They're just doing their jobs, and all. ]
It seems that most of those I know from the future aren't particularly surprised by this genre of... film, [ Keita adds after a second. ] And that leads me to believe that this manner of pornography may become commonplace in a later time than mine. Am I right?
[ Like, from a sociological perspective that's interesting. And the idea of recording intimacy that way is interesting enough that Keita may take part at a different time—and in a very different genre. ]
[ Normal clothing at least is usually pretty easy to find in this place, though right now it's questionable with how much of what's available seems to be costuming. Surely when it settles down from its movie madness someone should be able to direct the little god where to get regular outfits.
If Broca sees him still running around in a bathrobe, he will at that point. ]
It's pretty easy... Just expect everything to be related to sex in some way.
[ That's not entirely true. Broca's had a few scrapes with some pretty dangerous things that had nothing at all to do with sex. Still, as a rule of thumb it's a fair one to follow. ]
Hey! It's you! [Barret straightens up and nearly topples the little stool over. He's so surprised and excited to see someone from home, even this guy, that he forgets how cramped the space is for a minute.] Vincent!
[He watches, face falling, as Vincent turns over to sleep again.] C'mon man...
[He puffs his bubble pipe, considering his next move.] Don'tcha have any zest for life? There's a whole ass porno labyrinth out there! [Sheepishly:] ... I mean, most of it ain't my style, but it's — interesting. You gotta admit that! And you wanna be stuck here all of eternity? [He jerks a thumb in the owl's direction, who is staring at them with enormous, wide pupils. It hoos softly.
Barret shudders and slowly closes the blinds again.]
[ The headstrong tone of Bakugo's voice makes another faint smile flicker at the corner of Keita's mouth. It's not befitting someone of the role he's meant to be playing, but it is something he likes about Bakugo himself—his absolute irreverence for everything meant to force him into respect that hasn't been earned. With some effort, he schools his expression again and reaches up when Bakugo kneels on the bed, fingers ghosting along the line of his jaw before hooking in the collar of his jacket to tug him a little closer. ]
I knew you would, [ Keita says, pleased. He has faith in his captain to be able to execute, wouldn't have put it in his hands if he didn't. Perhaps he's earned a few liberties, after all.
The suggestion that Keita might have been about to sleep makes him lift an eyebrow as he carefully, single-handedly unbuttons the topmost button of Bakugo's jacket, then trails his fingers lightly down the skin he finds beneath to work on the second as well. ]
And if I were? [ he asks, although they both know Keita will be doing absolutely no sleeping on this set whatsoever. ] Would you have objections... Captain?
I made the offer expecting that it might be rebuffed, [ Keita admits with a wry smile. ] Please rest assured I won't take offense.
[ Granted that Viktor has no cause to trust him yet. That kind of thing is built over time, not with reassurances only moments after first meeting. But it is, for what it's worth, the truth. And after a moment, when Viktor gestures for him to lead the way, Keita nods with the understanding that theirs is a tenuous agreement for the time being.
The way to the prop storage room isn't far, it just requires a bit of navigation around set pieces and back past the costume department. Keita leads the way, maintaining a proper distance between them, although his attention is unmistakably on Viktor—to the point that he's not actually looking where he's going, although unerringly he manages to avoid every possible obstacle. ]
I've been here a bit longer than a year now, [ Keita says. ] I was rather unceremoniously blown up in my own world, and then—opened my eyes and was in one of the rooms downstairs. It took some getting used to, as I'm sure you can imagine.
[ she takes the schedules list from her hands for a gander, her other free hand still thumbing away at aurelia's reddening cheek. hmm, seems like a normal schedule to her. nothing weird nor anything out of the ordinary here, except: ]
A bondage witch... [ that's so oddly specific, damn ] I don't exactly know how they would dress, but regardless--
[ she gives back aurelia's schedule, then goes to apply some foundation on her face this time. gotta make sure she looks a little more alive. ]
Yes. It'd be my honor to assist you in any way you need.
[ The whole thing might truly be a bit threatening if it weren't for two main factors: Fuuta is still Fuuta, and Narumi is still Narumi. No matter what they dress the boy up in, he's still the scrawny kid that is quick to complain, and no matter what feelings the costume tries to foist upon him, Narumi's own natural feelings are really tamping down the levels of fear and trembling that should be happening right now.
Though he is developing a pounding headache at the strain of the lack of compatibility.
The way that Fuuta sends him crashing to the ground probably isn't going to do much to help that pain either. Narumi grunts, barely able to hold back in the long string of choice words he has for the other man as he clambers on top of him, pinning him down in a way that Narumi feels he could easily upset. The claws might cut him up a little, but not enough that it would be an issue for Narumi to kick Fuuta off of him with ease.
As his body starts to tense up, determined to do just that, the armor around his limbs locks up, holding him in place despite his intentions, and leaving him nice and vulnerable for that tongue to swipe across his throat in a way that feels deliriously good, drawing a rough inhale out of him. ]
You think I'm afr--
[ He doesn't even get the full word out before it's choked off as his head throbs painfully, the armor discouraging him from actually trying to pick a fight with the dragon. Now isn't the time to bluster more, now is the time to sit back and let the "powerful" "scary" dragon have his way with him. ]
[It's a bad plot. Tawdry and obviously written in a hurry, probably one-handed, it's nonetheless at least geared more toward erotica than some of the others. Ann absentmindedly twirls her hair around her finger as she reads, the girlish gesture at odds with her expression, which is serious and drawn.
She nibbles idly at a fingernail. While Makoto is getting dressed, Ann checks for cameras. She'd specifically requested that this be for private use, but you could never be too sure here. She moves quickly and efficiently, and by the time she's done she looks around at the VR scenario around her and tries to relax.
The moment she'd seen Makoto mingling around all of these... new, and strange sets that had popped up, she'd felt both so relieved, and immediately stressed. This place was so-
It was a lot for anyone. And Makoto was smart and decisive, but this had to be way out of her comfort zone, right? So Ann had thought on her feet, grabbed the first script that didn't sound too wild, and ferried them both somewhere where she could rely on some kind of privacy. She takes a deep breath as she settles on the edge of the couch. Then she calls out:]
Hey, um, is everything OK in there?
[Good, she sounded normal. Just gals being pals, just something you did for friends here. No big deal!
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