【 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. 】
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[ This? This is a role that G'raha is more than comfortable playing. Some form of near-immortal mage, making a pilgrimage to visit a mighty dragon warrior that had been a friend, once, before the actions of a greedy few twisted the world and earned the dragon's ire. But now, with things restored, a rekindling of what was lost is in order.
There are quite a few parallels between this 'role' and G'raha's past, and that makes it all the more easy for him to disappear into it. It helps, of course, that the makeup and wardrobe team have done him up as he appeared under another moniker: heavy black robes with ornate gold detailing, with red and white draped over it; supple leather sandals and an arm piece meant to help him when channeling magic; a staff that hummed with untapped magic and had the correct weight in his grasp; his auburn hair tipped in a blue-tinged white; and... the blue crystal that made up most of his neck and sliced across the left side of his face like a scar, while also seeming to replace his entire right arm. The clothing isn't pristine, after his journey across the sets, with a handful of small fruit from the Siren's cove in a small pouch at his side, and a single prismatic bloom from the Fairy forest tucked there as well.
Finally stepping foot into the lair, G'raha leans heavily against his staff, the weight of a century of dedication to a cause settling into his short frame. ]
There you are, my friend. [ He smiles, admiring the dragon warrior from a distance for the time being. ] How do you fare?
it's not that i don't really care if people wanna use pazuzu but it bothers me that they're keeping track of this information if i deleted it then it shouldn't be kept in the system you know it's basic privacy laws that they should only get to use the information we submit but then again this whole place is a mess of breach of confidentiality
[ He is definitely using some of those words wrong ... ]
but yeah go fill out the thing hurry up or it'll call you a sexy kitten or some thing
[ There are so many aspects to this that are deeply troubling to her right now. Chief amongst them has to be the aforementioned complete lack of self-preservation in this boy but closely followed is his resigned attitude towards his apparently impending death. Also the fact that he isn't asking if there's a cure and from the information she'd gathered and bits and pieces she's overheard Mitsuru has a rather good idea of what that cure is... ]
While I would be happy to act as executor of your final wishes and worldly possessions... Perhaps instead you might like to know what the antidote is?
[ tifa's fairly sure whatever words of the script they're reciting now ultimately won't matter, that all this remains is mere setup to what the film is really demanding of them. after all, it's not the kind of movie where the details of the story will matter much, will it? ultimately, it's going to be all about that central performance.
which certainly makes her nervous, since she still isn't eager to put on a show for anyone, especially like this in front of cameras catching every angle of their bodies. but she's well aware that she has little choice in the matter today, that this could all proceed to get so much worse if she puts up a fight about it. and really, she'd actually consider herself pretty lucky to be paired with red as her partner, someone she feels pretty confident won't intend to take advantage of all of this.
she tries to narrow her focus solely on the girl in front of her, to forget the other faces watching, to imagine that this could actually be a real beach, maybe on the sands of the costa del sol back home, that when a kiss presses to her mouth, it's because red had intended to do it all alone. it's a nice thought.
so much so that when that tongue eases past her lips, she parts her mouth with eagerness, her own tongue just as bold and curious as it slides with a slick heat, slow but quick to stir a bubbling arousal lower in her body. ]
I ... I don't mind. [ she whispers honestly to red's lips, cheeks flush with the admission as her fingers rise to slide a gentle touch along her neck, a gesture not in the script but intended as an easing reassurance. she brushes her tongue against red's bottom lip, sighting a soft hot breath to her mouth. ] You can touch me. [ it's murmured close, continuing the private conversation between them, coating it with the sound of louder moans before she returns to the words of the script. ] "What about these? Do you think these will help me float?"
[ bringing her hands to her bikini top, her fingers hook into the top hem, giving a firm downward tug that spills the large heaviness of her breasts free, pulling on the fabric so that it traps beneath the oversized mounds. tifa's cheeks burn red at the reveal but she tries to keep focus on her performance, though the firmly tight points of her nipples suggest a very honest arousal. ]
[ It's the show part that bugs Red, honestly. She's reasonably sure she could have a very nice time with Tifa all on her lonesome, although before now they've mostly just spoken and been... friends, of a sort. Which is usual in this place, of course, but it also makes her feelings a little complicated. Her time in this place has had her having way more sex with way more people than she'd ever really planned on. It's not necessarily unpleasant or bad and she can't hold it against any of them.
It's just strange.
And personally if she was going to end up sleeping with Tifa, she'd have preferred it on her own terms, anyway. She tries to chase those thoughts away, something made a little easier by the way that Tifa responds to the kiss and the murmurs they exchange. The brush of fingers and the touch of warm skin. It's comforting, in its own way, and kindles a warm heat in her belly, a spark of arousal that settles there, even with the knowledge that this is all a performance lurking in the back of her mind. So, like Tifa, she tries to shut out the cameras and the crew and focus on what's happening right in front of her. It helps that Tifa's pretty damm stunning. Always has been.
Red kisses her again, letting their tongues tangle a little and then eases back to take a deep breath of hair, still settled between her legs. A hand braces herself alongside and the other - the other lifts as Tifa shows herself off. Despite herself, Red feels her face flush and she's sure her eyes are popping out of her head a little at the sight - a mixed feeling of embarrassment, attraction, and arousal that leads to a confused, heated muddle in her own head. ]
"I'd better test them just - just to make sure."
[ That's the response from the script, even if she stumbles over the words. Her breath comes out in a warm soft exhale and her head dips, the ponytail her red hair has been pulled back into swaying as she discards the sun visor to make her job easier, and her lips close around one nipple, teeth gently scraping, tongue flicking as she tries to work the little nub of sensitive flesh, listening for a response. Her free hand gently groping and massaging the other, letting her fingers sink into the warm, heavy flesh. Her touch has started out tentative, but it's quickly becoming something else. Her weight shifts and one broad, muscled thigh presses higher between Tifa's legs and she rocks forward in a lazy little grind.
Well, apparently this is what they want, because no one is telling them to stop... ]
[ honestly, they're probably playing right into the resort's hands by engaging with each other this way, but... between the slight change in attitude prompted by his costume and the fact that tseng knows for a fact rude is good in bed, he can't say he's has too many objections. if rude is agreeable, then tseng is agreeable, and he follows rude as he turns to make his way back toward one of the trailers set up along perimeter of the area. ]
Not often, [ tseng admits. rude knows how sensitive he can be, and how little bottoming tseng does in general—it's probably no surprise that he is far more often the one doing the eating than the one being eaten. ] I trust you.
[ it's that easy.
when the trailer door swings open, tseng immediately clocks the two cameras inside, set up to provide maximum coverage and also to capture as much of the action on the bed as possible. the trailer itself is done up like a professor's bedroom might be, too—another surefire sign that they're playing the resort's game here—and it makes it easier for tseng to slip into character, pressing up behind rude and immediately pushing his hands up inside the sweater rude is wearing. ]
I know you have it in you, teach, [ tseng says with a rumble of amusement in his voice. hopefully rude is willing to play along. ] You just need to loosen up a little bit. I can show you how...
[ it's still plenty strange to tifa to fall into all this casual intimacy, considering that her experiences before the resort had been limited to just a few instances she could count on one hand, all with men and all fairly unimpressive. now, not only has she come to learn what a good orgasm could actually be, but that plenty of those can be found in the company of gorgeous girls she'd once have just believed she had just been admiring, learning that physical attraction had been a higher motivator than she ever realized.
because she'd certainly felt that with red, picking on the admirable agile strength of her body just from the way she holds herself, feeling the urges to run her fingers along the muscle and caress it with her lips. but those kinds of things should take time, something she would have done with the chance for a good handful of dates and actually finding he opportunity towards getting to know one another. but the resort has proven it cares little for patience.
not that it makes a difference now when red's kiss supplies plenty of heat into her body with each graze of their lips, every battling clash of tongues sending a jolt of thrilling electricity through her, straight down to her cunt and coaxing a wetness against the inside of her bikini bottom.
when lips are drawn away to catch on her nipple, she hitches a small gasp, the brushing licks of red's tongue stirring easy pleasure, matched instantly with the fingers that give give attention to the other breast. red should be able to get plenty of signals in the way tifa tilts her head back, long dark hair falling against the blanket as soft moans slip from her lips in noises that don't feel at all like some kind of bad performance. ]
That feels— oh, that feels so good...
[ those words don't come from the pages of the script, naturally evoked from tifa's own mouth from the exquisite stimulation to her nipples. it's her own sensitivity with touch to those erogenous zones that evoke her reaction now, a set of fingers drifting up into red's hair, combing into tied back strands to urge the suction to her breast. and with the presence of the solid thigh, her hips buck down to grind the bottom of her bikini against the bare flesh.
even without direction from anyone on the crew, tifa certainly isn't feeling too eager to stop now either. ]
[ Red's own arousal has gone to a higher pitch; she can feel that heated ache in her belly, that rush of blood, the tingle and the electric tension that goes with it. She's absorbed by her partner now, utterly taken in by her, even as the thought of being watched and judged and put on display circles at the back of her mind. It's hard to stop thinking about that, even when Tifa provides a very lovely distraction from it. Because really, she finds a lot to admire about her. Fit, long legs, beautiful skin - in another time and place they might have gone on some dates. Done a bit of back and forth.
This isn't that time or place, though, and she finds herself utterly absorbed by the way that Tifa's fingers comb into her hair and the sound of her voice as she praises Red. Her eyelids flutter, gaze rising for a moment to take in Tifa's expression - the way her lips part, the the way her head goes back, the arch and curve of her throat. It makes her own cunt throb with want and she makes a low little noise against the skin where she's busily worshiping one of Tifa's breasts.
There's a slick pop as her mouth comes away, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to the peak of Tifa's nipple before it snaps and she shifts her attention to the other, her hand skimming down, down, splaying fingers against her belly and then searching for the waistband of her bikini, joining her heated thigh in probing and exploring. Red swears she can already feel the heat of Tifa's arousal and that's heady enough as it is. Her tongue lathes and slides against the hardened nipple, a teasing, pleasant distraction, and then she pulls away again to say something, voice low and husky, full of want that's genuine - she can't really fake it. She's never been good at that, anyway. ]
I - want to see if the rest of you tastes as good. [ Fuck, she'd be embarrassed to say that in any other situation. And once her raging arousal has calmed down she'll probably be rather red-faced about it. But in the moment it's an expression of pure unadulterated want. ]
Such is the auspicious start that brings him back to the Golden Peacock, or perhaps just back to consciousness? The fact that he doesn't know is exactly why that's his opening line. Waking up in the trailer is, itself, a readjustment (a body! no Arthur!) and then there's the fact that it's utterly unfamiliar to him in every way (though that is, in its own way, familiar enough).
He'll get up and look around to see if there's anyone else in there with him (hello?) and then he's looking down to see what he's wearing, which as it turns out is a great golden velvet robe that is settled loosely around him, leaving him by-and-large (emphasis on the last) naked and splayed out on the bed.
Whoever he talks to next is going to hopefully let him know it hasn't been that long (a month? What is he: Arthur now?) and he's starting to get a feel for things (physical existence, air, smells, bodily functions) when he gets introduced to one of the owl-headed beings that are acting as security.
To say that he runs back into the trailer and locks the door on them is an understatement. Owls are, at the moment, not a welcome creature to him. Though once he's coaxed out, other patrons might find him more than willing to do just about anything for the hummingbirds if they'll keep him away from the owls...
Actor Resume
John Golden
Height: 6'9'' Weight: 250 lbs Age: ∞ Eye color: gold Hair color: black and gold
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• period drama romantic lead • seduction demon • villainous lord
KINKS & FETISHES
• tentacles • dirty talk • manhandling
SPECIAL SKILLS
• shapeshifting • sensory control • singing
[ John is, frankly, just fine with everything written in his bio here. Though he'll probably need to be told what a 'period drama romantic lead' is. ] Costume Department
When a new and nudity-inducing situation emerges regarding his costume, one might be surprised how quickly John is more than happy to ask anyone for assistance without much concern. He will be surprised, however, by how into it he gets with some of the costumes. Playing the tempting demon? Or the villainous lord? His voice is perfectly suited for those, and he, uh, might have a little experience at being both the voice in one's head urging them towards terrible deeds and an evil leader bending his power towards corruption and destruction.
...no reason, obviously. Just. You know. Acting. Not like he doesn't know how acting goes.
Grab a Gig
As for the sets, well... it'll be a hard time getting John to not be on set pretty much at all times. He doesn't sleep, after all, so you're likely to find him on any set you care to name either watching or happily participating. While there are, obviously, all manner of strange tricks and resort-flavored assistance that might affect him here or there (the therapango will have him talking a lot and the gemstone egg might surprise folks by how readily he jumps at the idea), the very act of acting, of playing out scenes with people, seems to do a real number on him for getting him hot and bothered. Or maybe it's seeing others acting: who can say?
Either way, it's easy enough to pull him into being a 'demon lover' and an 'incubus' to seduce a slutty priest (though he might have called the priest 'Oscar' when that wasn't his name in the screenplay but does anyone care? Who knows?) Perhaps someone gets inspired and decides to do a very specific kind of hentai that caters to his optional anatomy?
And if anyone is in the right headspace for it, he might try and see if there's a set and some cameras for a story of his own to play out. Well, as long as he can find at least one mask...
Wildcard
[ If you think of it, I'm up for it! Ping me at yarnzipan. Also happy to continue anything from my brief (accidentally ended) stint from the other month. ]
[ haru doesn't have a lot of answers, but she's still fascinated by the idea that the cognitive world, or "shadow world" can be entered differently at all, and that other persona users with other methods exist out there. it's kind of incredible ]
[ less incredible, though? akechi. haru doesn't necessarily hate him, but she can't just forgive him for everything he's done, either. not just for her father, but for akira, too... and them ]
Exactly. No matter what happens, you can count on me.
[ with a small, but genuine smile. and she means that broadly, naturally. no limitations on what makoto can count on her for ]
[ they've made it to the dressing room.... so perhaps it's finally time to get out of the possessed clothing ]
[ she breaks character entirely, giggling a little bit at minato's appraisal of her --- of course that's what akira shared -- and just seems happy in general to find another persona user ]
Yes, that's right. I fight with an axe and a grenade launcher.
[ this tiny girl is the shinjiro of the party. ]
It's so wonderful to meet you. I must admit, I'm very excited to meet another Persona user.
[ haru finally seems to notice she's holding his hand, and lets go with a blush and a bit of a stammer: ]
M-My apologies!
[ before shaking her head at his initial statement ]
That's very kind of you, but I'm alright, really.
[ he didn't need to catch her!! ]
Ah--- yes -- so much about this place isn't, er, normal, so... it is nice to have some semblance of it, even if only temporarily. I understand completely.
[ haru is also nervous about where this is going, even with the possessed clothing giving her a nudge. she'd recently had her first time, so her suit wasn't flaring, which is the only thing keeping her even somewhat clear-headed. ] We don't need to do anything you're not comfortable with, miss.
[ and haru herself is not sure how she feels about this. ]
[Bring up his "true form" and it'll happen. Secret script achievement!
Hey, Reno was pretty obvious about his preferences, and Bakugo respected it. Their occasional meeting ups over the months stayed in a comfortable direction. But damn, it both pissed him off and interested him when thoughts of the handsome Turk wriggled into his brain on his birthday. He was supposed to be focused on ignoring the House's bullshit on that day! Not remembering what Reno looked like half naked in the stretch body of a limousine. Linger sensations, intentions, wondering, a cobbled mixture of some shitty UST Bakugo isn't going to admit is sizzling under his mental scales as the Dragon Lord eyes his new mate. Bride. Husband. Fucking whatever title. He could say "fuck it" to the stupid role by now and get right into the better part.
But Reno's sticking to the part and Bakugo finds his determination attractive as it is annoying. Red eyes burn behind his choppy blonde bangs, flickering interest and ire as he stops on front of him and grabs onto the other man's chin. Caught between thumb and hooked forefinger, press-on claw pricking just under the rim of Reno's lower lip.]
Haa?! You've got a damn mouth for someone who could get eaten! [Tempting to blast Reno right across the room and onto said pile of furs and fabrics. Instead, he trades the man's chin for the back of his head, hand clapped above his nape and fingers digging into the drawn red strands. A harsh yank (and maybe a slight rise onto his toes) hauls Reno's mouth against his own, kissing him hard to shut the fuck up and get on with something way more interesting.]
[natch. he's blown a lot of people up in his young life (midoriya holds majority target) but so far only one person in the peacock's gotten blown up during sex. and lets be real, kleken asked for it. leona's tempted him a few time during their trysts, but damn the lion for always being "too fill in the blank" for him to follow through. like now... too damn comfortable and pleasurable.
kissing him hard = shutting him up. win win for bakugo's opinion. incessant chatter during sex ticks him off pretty quickly, but he breaks the kiss enough to hear leona's voice. what sounds he makes as his strokes his middle fingertip across his walls, deliberately avoiding his prostate. anything he wants to utter as he adds a twist to his hand's strokes up and down the man's shaft. could've been nice and messed with the sensitive tip, but bakugo's avoiding that too. tough-skinned palm, strong fingers and deliberate tips putting pressure on his sides as he brushes his thumb just shy of leona's crown.
all the better when arms wrap around him, prompting a shift in position so leona's not trying to snap his damn shoulders to hug someone behind him.]
[ as far as tseng can tell, both of them are on the same page—there's nothing to actually confess, and the point is less to earn a confession than to just fuck reno within an inch of his sanity for the benefit of the people who will eventually watch the film. that definitely makes it easier, because tseng, for all his skills, is not really an actor and doesn't think he has it in him to try to introduce real plot to this thing they're working on.
he can, however, watch in appreciation as reno's thighs quiver a little at the introduction of the vibrator. his body goes tense, but not like it hurts—more like it feels good and he's trying to resist it, which is in itself an impressive application of reno's training. but as well-trained as reno is, tseng is even better, and he tightens his hand on reno's throat lightly as the dildo slips inside and begins to fuck reno in short, purposeful thrusts.
before long, the single-finger toy is replaced by a slightly thicker one, and then a thicker one still, just shy of the girth of a real cock but still plenty for reno to feel. the robot fucks him at an angle that rubs lightly over his prostate on each stroke, mirroring the throbbing pressure of the vibrator against his taint. if this were entirely tseng's party, he would probably put a cockring on reno and tease him with not being able to come, but for a movie like this, it's probably better to do the opposite—to make reno come as often as tseng can manage, until he gives some kind of unspoken signal that he can't anymore.
assuming that even reno has such a limit, of course; tseng has witnessed his appetites once already and finds them rather impressive. ]
Are you enjoying yourself yet, prisoner? [ he asks, his voice smooth and his tone cool. ] It looks as though you are.
[ he lets go of reno's throat, then, and reaches for something behind reno's back; when tseng's hand returns, it's to attach a nipple clamp to one of reno's nipples, then to tug at the pendant that dangles from it. ]
[Dammit, he's so tempted to blast him into the roof! Unfortunately he's already made steps outside the trailer and put some distance between himself and Yato. Now distracted by new developments and glaring into busy busy everywhere. He's never been in the back of a theater or some kind of stage or movie production. At best he's dealt with school projects and setting up the concert 1-A put on at U.A. This is completely different, with staff serving as stage hands, film assistants, actor aids, and a fuck ton other roles Bakugo can't name off the top of his head.
Beefy Owl-headed security guards continue looking towards the trailer, reminding him far too uncomfortably of seagull-headed life guards on the beach when he first arrived. Great, more birds he'll have no problem frying the living fuck out of if they bother him. He's done it before, he'll do it again, and apparently they know that.
Words. Shit, this guy's still here?] It's not a resort, dumbass. It's an entity posing as one. We're its food.
[You want answers, you follow him! And take what you're given without asking a shit load of questions! Despite Bakugo being one who demanded to a shit load of questions on his first month. Once Yato's out of the trailer and down the steps, he heads forward, not wanting to get caught up in whatever production they're doing here.]
[Probably tempting fate with those words, but they're out there now. Too late to take them back, not that Yato wants to anyway. He's too preoccupied with marveling at the chaos around them, with people running this way and that and toting clothes and props around. There's plenty of others who look like they're in the same predicament as them, wearing skimpy robes or slinky clothes and sexy costumes. Although it's those owl-headed folks that make him do a double take, if only because they stand out a bit more than the glitzy attire.
Pushing off the burnt out trailer, Yato gingerly makes his way after Bakugo, wanting to at least keep close to someone until he's got a better grasp of the place. Not going to let on that he's a touch skittish when visible in large crowds, though...]
But-- [He glances at the Watch on his wrist with it's little welcome blurb, frowning as he glances back up at Bakugo's back.] So we're gonna get digested?
[That doesn't sound quite right, but with what little info the kid's giving him, it's all he's got. Picking up the pace, he falls in line beside Bakugo, fiddling with the Watch in an attempt to remove it. It doesn't seem to want to budge, though...]
[Reno's also not very keen on experiencing this with Tifa, but at this point the resort has thrown him together with so many new people, that he doesn't even care any more who is currently looking at his most sensitive and - normally - private parts. Does he wish it was Rude, or any other guy doing this right now? yes. But that's not what they're getting, so they have to make due.]
Yeah. Just keep adding more fingers once it starts to loosen up a bit,
[He shrugs, speaking over his shoulder, resisting the urge to rock against her single finger to get a bit more of a sensation out of this, because right now, it's not doing all that much for him yet. But fine, she probably has to get used to it, unlike Reno.]
Feels good. Could be a little more girth to it than just a single finger though. c'mon, don't be shy,
[he considers trying to tell her to crook her finger just a little bit and make her search for his prostate, but he feels like she's already nervous enough as it is, so he isn't gonna add this to her plate, too.]
[ He's not sure he should have, but her hand did feel nice, and he sounds almost regretful as she takes it back.
He is encouraged that she feels the same about their... hosts, though. He's been trying to fit in, but everything is so different, and he's so much more used to being surrounded by familiar faces. Someone else openly sharing the same sense of dislocation feels like a calm port in a storm. ]
You too?? Did you arrive recently, too? Unexpected? I thought maybe I fell through one of Hades' portals...
I must be a little careful in what I say, you understand. These objects are disallowed by the resort's powers that be. But shall we say, I am an archer by trade.
As to how I acquired it, there is value in paying respect to those that have power and influence- gods are not alone in that. That is just good business sense.
[And that is all gods are to the Matoba, at this juncture- moody, unreasonable business partners, whom they would sooner avoid than pay respects to. But most had already turned their ears from them in his age, and those whose power they still invoked were just as opportunistic as the Matoba themselves.]
[And speaking of scratching backs,]
I wish you good fortune in your future games. If you are able to acquire what you seek, please recall that the Matoba did you a good turn, Yatogami-sama.
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