【 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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Just you wait, you feathers-for-brains fool! As soon as I get out of this thing, you're in for a beating! I swear on my name as the Almighty Dragonlord, K'uhul A—
( The yelling is higher pitched and a little tinny, sounding out from just beyond the large figure of one of those owl-man bodyguards. Just behind his rippling muscles and swiveling head stands Kinich, currently wrapped as securely as he can manage in the oversized robe he was given for his arrival— green, like money, and incredibly soft, but heavy enough to slip at the shoulders, threatening to pull open further at the slightest misstep. Still, he manages to stay covered just enough, even as he claps one hand firmly over the angry, pixelated face lighting up his Watch screen. He ignores Ajaw's continued muffled yelling to lift his head to the owl before him. )
You can ignore him. He gets irritable if he doesn't get his walk. ( Spoken with a soft exhale. And even as the muffled sounds of What did you say?! Kiniiiich! You little—! press into his palm, his eyes flick past the bodyguard to the approaching or passing figure just beyond him. ) Really, though— I'm not in need of your services, so you can find someone else to protect.
( He had hoped that his words would distract the birdman long enough, but unfortunately, he's ignoring more than just Ajaw right now. In a quick swivel of his head, the owl turns completely around to face the stranger approaching— whether a fellow new star or not, there seems to be some sort of mixup. He lets out a menacing hoo of alert. His body soon follows, fully intent on launching himself at the potential paparazzi. )
costume department◈◈ pick out your duds
( Everything has a price. That's something that Kinich learned long ago, and something that separates him from the average person, he knows— something that isolates him, even. But when you've seen with your own eyes how hidden costs can spring up and grab on like a hand around your throat, can anyone really blame him for wanting prices stated up front?
If it were anyone else here, watching bodies pass in and out of the boutiques and their changing rooms, maybe they'd offer their services for "free." A kind hand, a helpful task— but Kinich knows that things like that can too-easily come with cost down the line. Owed favors, things that may not match up in worth. So him? When he sees someone struggling with a button, or a zipper, on their way to the changing room, he walks up calmly and waits outside, arms crossed.
And when either the door parts back open to a questioning face, or the silence of paused attempts at removal sound louder than the rustling of fabric elsewhere, he speaks, eyes flicking towards the room in question, calm and even. )
Looks like you need some help. ( He gestures out with one hand palm up, whether they're still inside the room or not. ) How much are you willing to pay for it?
lord of the wings◈◈ fantastical sets
( It's the echoing boom of laughter that sounds out from this dragon's cave, bouncing off of stone and rainbow crystals. It sounds like someone on the other side of a phone call, high-pitched and occasionally crackling with the volume that comes from the laughing party. It won't take long to discover where it's coming from. Inside of the elaborate cave-set, Kinich is sitting on a pile of rocks and shiny stones, dressed as... a "dragon." He's got fake black horns curved out from the top of his head, tiny little black wings protruding from the back of a crop top, and incredibly flowy pants.
He looks more irritated the more the laughing continues, but words can be made out the closer anyone gets. )
Ahahaha! Poor little Kinich, stuck cast as the wimpiest dragon of them all! You should see how stupid you look right now. Wait, can I activate the Kamera on this thing?!
Why don't I see how waterproof this Watch really is?
( As the Watch lights up with a strangled noise and a panicked expression, Kinich sits up a little, realizing that a figure is approaching. Ajaw continues to ramble, beginning now to go on about how Kinich should feel honored to even play the part of a dragon, as a lowly mortal— but he's cut short, a single click switching off the display of Ajaw's face with an accompanied squawk of protest. Kinich's voice, in contrast, is calm and serious, louder now that it's aimed across the realistic cave. )
You're the one that's supposed to be enough for me?
( A little rude, but— oh, it's his line! He's got a job here, after all. This production is pretty scuffed, and he has no idea who the other actors are even supposed to be, but he'll say the lines he's being paid to say. Even if they're... cringe. )
ooc notes◈◈
( Please feel free to hit me up for any of the prompts with a wildcard, too! After talking with the mods, Ajaw is currently stuck only as a Watchface— like a very angry little tamagotchi that won't shut up. He won't have his body or any freedom until a regain for his body. He still has dibs on Kinich's body if he kicks the bucket, though, he'll be quick to remind. As for Kinich himself, he has no canon age, but I'll be playing him as 18, as his age range is likely 18-22 based on what we do know in canon. Permissions here, OTA ages and genders. Lastly, I am totally fine with anything trying to go in a smut direction, but as fair warning... he can't separate himself from Ajaw right now, so there's bound to be failsex flavors what with him trying to prevent Kinich from getting laid. He's hoping it'll kill him off here. )
[ he is indeed need of help, if the way he's struggling with the zipper at the back of his top is any indication, nearly contorting himself in an attempt to reach it. while most might balk at the way kinich gets right to the point, zagreus simply blinks mismatched eyes at him before a lightbulb seems to go off somewhere as he lifts a finger. ]
Right, yes, one moment, please. [ he pats himself down with his hands, brows furrowed in thought. ] I'm still very new, so I don't have much in the way of payment, but will this suffice?
[ he pulls out a... meal voucher. from what he remembers, mortals need to eat, don't they? ]
( Kinich accepts the voucher with a careful pinch of his fingers, bringing it closer to take a look at it himself. Sure enough, it says it's a meal voucher, and it says it's for the Golden Peacock. He has no problem taking this at face value, since if it doesn't work down the road— well, he can just find this guy later and get even, right?
So, with a slight nod, he folds it, tucking it into a back pocket of the casual outfit he's currently found himself in. )
That should do. ( He looks from the stranger to the dressing room just behind him. ) It probably seems like just a stuck zipper, but nothing's going to come off without my help.
So, would you rather cram the both of us in there, or do it out here where anyone could see you?
[ it's a little like dealing with charon, really, if kinich were a seven foot tall skeleton spewing purple smoke. at least zagreus can actually communicate with him; he loves charon, it's just hard to parse the sinister groaning.
but, anyway. with the payment satisfied, zagreus smiles and it only grows when kinich seems to deem his issue as an easy fix. ]
Oh, is that what it's called? A zipper? Fascinating. A lot of the fashion here is new to me, so I'm very grateful for the assistance.
[ as for the cramming... well. ]
Um, if you don't mind terribly, perhaps you could join me inside?
[ if it's as quick as he says, it shouldn't take too long, right? ]
( After allowing Zagreus to enter the room first, Kinich slips his way inside, a careful hand behind him shutting the door afterwards. He sure wasn't kidding about cramming, either— the space is claustrophobic, barely enough for two people to stand and move around one another. Kinich takes a moment to situate himself right behind Zagreus, his fingers finding the top of the zipper at his back with a careful press to indicate he's there. )
Alright, you ready? ( It's simple and polite, waiting for the okay before pulling down the zipper, careful not to snag, taking his time...
But it's only a few seconds into it that he actually speaks again, curious about the comments he'd made just moments ago. )
You said this fashion is new to you? What sort of clothing are you used to wearing?
( after an exhausting month of the resort's endless heart beating and the diamond suits flaring up and having a plethora of issues, something as silly as pretending to be an actor for something as down right filthy as a porno was a breath of relief. reira herself had no qualms about the industry— if she did, her hiring of a sex worker back home would be down right hypocritical. while she wasn't too excited about the prospects of staring in a film, at least none of this would get to her own world where consequences actually mattered.
so she was willing to engage in the resort's whims and dress up. by the time kinich had approached her, she was in the middle of trying to avoid from spilling out of a rather sexy workout outfit. she had a roll of costume tape at her side, and while she was smiling bright at his offer to help—
her smile turned into a rather playful grin as he mentioned payment. something about this scene seemed to draw a bit of nostalgia for her but she decided to play along. for now. )
Payment? Oh but you see I'm just a newbie like yourself, I haven't accumulated any kind of money.
( liar— and hopefully he didn't see that little 'heart' marking in the center of her chest indicating she had been here for sometime without sex. )
How could I ever repay you for such a grand favor?
( It's natural, right? To notice a marking like that dead center, no matter how small it is. It's purely observation that brings on that realization, and not any sort of wandering gaze... And it's snippets of gathered information and conversation that has Kinich in the know about the resort tattoos in the first place.
From what he's gathered thus far: They're black or red, or some faded version of either, depending. They're shaped in the form or resemblance of classic card suits. They're only given to someone after a "Wildcard" is brought into this place more permanently.
So, it's safe to assume she's lying. His arms cross in consideration of that, his eyes focusing in on the stranger's face, like he might gather more from her expressions, or the direction of her own eyes. Or maybe he's just trying to stay respectful here, and that seems like the only safe place to look. )
Oh, really?
( No point in playing his whole hand just yet, either, though— he's curious where she's trying to direct this, first. )
I could come up with something, but that'll cost you extra.
( with her attention fully turned towards the other, she looked up at him and smiled a bit, head naturally tilted with a bit more of a flirtatious angle. somewhere deep within her mind she was sure he wasn't playing around; after all, it wouldn't be the first time she encountered someone truly willing to follow through on such a debt, but the effects of her suit had her feeling a bit more positive, for now. the longer she went on, the more the negative effects settled in but for now she was simply feeling that wave of amorous affection with a need to be a bit dramatic.
so she stood up from her chair and held the role of tape out, giving a bit of a jovial laugh to the other. )
Let's see, what could someone like you want for payment? Chips? Food vouchers? A night in a King or Queen suite?
( and then she began to walk closer to him, gently trailing in a circle behind him. )
Some kind of kink you haven't been able to explore home?
( Ever the serious, Kinich stays in place even as he's circled, only moving his head slightly to follow her movements. Her tattoo seemed unusually bright compared to some of the others he's seen— was that relevant, or just his imagination? Either way, as he ignores the suspicious sound of muffled snickering coming from the Watch on his wrist, he answers her a little too bluntly: )
Chips or food vouchers are fine.
( He's not trying to reenact a Sasuke and Sakura scene here, he swears...
But really, for as deadpan as his delivery is, there is embarrassment and fluster buried beneath the many layers of his exterior. He's just too good at letting those show. He's not sure he's mentally prepared to jump right into kink talk, after all...
He's definitely going to be hunting the House (or whoever is behind this all) down for proper repayment for dealing with all of this. )
But it seems like you're looking for something else. Or am I wrong?
(( ooc: i'm cool with ajaw letting it rip whenever regardless of how the thread goes! ))
[ even without the script's (vague) cues, yosuke would have found the, ahem, dragon by tinny laughter bouncing out of the cave alone. it's almost like a real monster-hunter set up, except... was he... arguing with his Watch?
inching closer, more to snoop on the exchange than initiate the scene, yosuke snorts at the resounding squawk. he's quick to stifle the rest of his amusement when the line is delivered.
yeah, that's a line all right... he's impressed by the even delivery. ]
No, I'm here to make you hand over all the brides you've taken!
[ there were versions of the script with worse lines and, considering the month he's had, he can live with it. he can even live with the mockery of a ‘warrior’s costume he's stuck in. literally. he can't undo any of it and at this point it's too much of a pain. with all its criss-crossing leather harnesses and buckled-on decorative armour; things are dire when the strapped boots cover more than the damn shorts. were he an actual warrior, he'd be dead a thousand times over.
were he an actual warrior, he'd deserve it! ]
Won't be long before the rest of my team gets here.
[ but the payout for taking on a gig... after learning the sin of not being rich, yosuke's willing to throw (half of) his shame to the wind!
yosuke draws the sword-prop strapped to his back. it's a little more convincing than a dull blade but the cave's lighting does wonders. ]
Do you wanna surrender before or after we make you submit?
[ ‘submit’ wavers on the remaining half of yosuke's shame. even thinking about the payout can't stop him from crying in his heart. ]
(( ooc: rubs my little paws together, excellent, I'm so sorry to yosuke in advance ))
( With a script like this, it's an honest wonder whether it would be easier to hear these lines out of nowhere or read them ahead of time. They're a little over the top, aren't they? Cringe-worthy. Enough that it likely shows to Kinich's level of self restraint and inward thinking that has him barely reacting outwardly— there's a blink, as if he's processing the words, and a slow shift of his body to bring a hand to his chin. It might look a little like he's trying to think of what to say in response, despite having lines. His fingers, with press on nails pointed and painted black to resemble claws, curl a little more beneath his chin. )
A little bold to say "we" when you're the only one standing here now. There's no way a puny thing like you could make me submit.
( He's seriously delivering these lines without faltering...?! Well, it's not like it's a very energetic role. He's kind of just sassing? However, some sort of noise begins to come from his Watch again, a low crackle attempting to hold back. As if unaware, Kinich simply extends his arms to invite Yosuke closer, daring.
The pause here, however, is suspiciously long. He blinks slowly once before he nearly sighs out his line. )
You're the one who... came to me, after all.
( Silence in this awkwardly real looking cave only lasts another half second before Ajaw absolutely loses it on the Watch, face lighting up in the pixel equivalent of tears of laughter. )
Pfft— ahahah! Bravo, Kinich! I didn't think you'd have the guts to actually say that terrible line!
( He's still laughing, even as Kinich narrows his eyes a little and begins trying to jab his newly sharp nails into the side workings of his Watch. Sorry, Yosuke, give him a minute, maybe they can cut this out in post— )
[ whoa, so this is why he was cast as the dragon. pulling off those lines without making a face or cringing... he's definitely final boss level. he's even got the body language! yosuke could never pull that off.
especially since this poor guy has to do it with his Watch acting like that!
surely, kinich must be suffering inside. yosuke has to step up his game. it's the least he can do! ignoring the laughter is just one part of that... or maybe they can ad lib it? the production's clearly got money to burn and yosuke is willing to make them work. ]
You know what mercy is? It's what you just threw away by calling me puny.
[ as the cocky warrior should in response to any invitation, any dare, yosuke draws nearer. ]
I'm not scared of you or any of your minions— [ okay, not the best improvisation but it works, right? and, strangely enough, ajaw's laughter makes it easier to follow the script by giving him something to ignore other than embarrassment, ] —but I just got here and you're already making me do all the work.
[ he stops when they're just out of each other's reach. following his next cue, he swings his sword down to stick it into the cave's floor like a challenge, a little shocked when it actually lodges itself into the ground. if nothing else, it takes the edge off of the next line, ]
So, here, how about you come for me now?
[ this pause is less yosuke following the scripted beats and more him trying to find the strength to move past having said that in his lifetime. as if what follows is any easier to say. at least his turmoil about it comes off as his role's irritation. ]
[ dan heng does, in fact, need help. his costume, if it can be called that, refuses to be removed, and he's experienced enough with how things work here to guess at what the solution may be. he'll need some help, he thinks. so, with a sigh, dan heng exits the cramped changing room, and all but runs into someone willing.
oh. he glances down at that palm, then lifts his eyes again. ]
.. pay?
[ he looks a little bewildered, his brow lightly cinching, but he soon shakes it off. well, all right. he supposes, if this person expects to be paid, dan heng can spare a little if it means that he can get out of this gauzy lingerie. ]
Well, I suppose I can transfer you some chips, if you'd like.
( There are a lot of costumes coming in and out of these dressing rooms, and he knows by now that this is a sex resort, that most of these movies are porno, but— but somehow, lingerie still earns a pause from him. His thoughts never make it to his face— instead, a practiced and quiet sort of gaze moves from Dan Heng's attire back to his eyes.
Right. )
That would do just fine. ( Chips are the ideal, honestly. The currency of this place, and without having to stoop to gambling to deal with it. He lifts his Watch, his eyes skipping over Dan Heng's attire entirely once more to peer down at it. Oddly, the screen is bright green, with some sort of pixel face staring back at him on it... )
You can send it over these, right? Enough for one good meal should be fair enough, and then I can help you out of that.
[ right. a little odd, but there's no reason for him not to be compensated for his help, dan heng supposes, so he doesn't mind. lifting his own wrist, he initiates the transfer, offering an amount of chips that is decently generous, for a job like this, he thinks. the man's watch is.. certainly interesting, dan heng has never seen one quite like that, and his brow pinches as he briefly examines it. ]
Is that fair?
[ it's likely enough for a few meals, in fact. dan heng does decently well, so he isn't worried about letting go of some chips - they're not important. as for what kinich now has to work with.. uh. well. it could be worse. ]
( For a brief moment, a notification of the chip transfer pops up over Ajaw's face, and the Saurian looks physically bothered by expression alone, muttering and mumbling before it slides away. Kinich doesn't react to any of it other than to look at the number, pleased enough. )
That's plenty. Pleasure doing business with you.
( It's a little extra than he deems fair for his typical cold, quick and to it undressing... So he'll even gesture for Dan Heng to pick where they should go. Back into the dressing room? A secluded corner? He's not picky. )
Let's get you out of that. Do you have your change of clothes? Lead the way, and I'll get to work.
[ As much as Gen loves being in the limelight, acting has never been a role he's been particularly interested in pursuing. He does enough theatrics all on his own without a camera following him to catch his moments that are a little more... cringe.
Though it sounds like even if dragon-boy here isn't up for theatrics himself, his weirdly chatty watch is.
There's a line he's supposed to deliver here himself, but he's gone off script several times already on his journey just to get the dragon's lair in the first place. So he'll gesture to the watch, a piece of tech that everyone is wearing and feelings wildly off for the high fantasy setting they're currently in, and comments dryly. ]
If you didn't customize that yourself, you might wanna get your money back from whoever did that for you.
[ His stage armor, still made of (cheap) metal, clinks loudly as he shifts to cross his arms. ]
HAH! You only wish you could be blessed enough to have access to the power of the Almighty Dragonlord, K'uhul Ajaw, right at your wrist! Pathetic mortal. Bow down before us, and I may just decide to spare your life!
( Well, this script has quickly and completely gone off the rails. Even as unaware of the other half of it as Kinich is, he can gather that Ajaw is being referred to directly, and with absolutely no sign from off set crew or the camera-drone indicating they should stop or restart, he's beginning to realize how little it actually matters.
With a quiet breath, he lifts the arm with Ajaw's pixel little Watch face, shooting a flat look down to him. )
Big talk from someone who can't even move on his own, right now.
Gh— grrrgh, t-that is but a minor setback!
( Ajaw goes on to ramble a few more protests against this, but Kinich dropping his arm back to his side lessens the volume significantly. He moves his eyes back to the stranger, instead, running over him in quick analysis. )
You can ignore him. I'm the only dragon here, right now. ( At least according to the script... The arm without a watch props a hand against his hip, likely too casual for any real dragon role, either. ) So, are you going to try and impress me? If not, I could always add you directly to my... pile of wives.
[ Scripts are really more suggestions than actual things to follow, aren't they?
... Look, Gen never claimed to be an actor, nor has he ever particularly wanted to be one. If something more interesting than the trite lines they've been given to read comes up, he's far more interested in talking about that. The weirdly smug AI that happens to be on the "dragon's" wrist right now happens to be more interesting than the contrived sex scene about to come up in this glorified porno.
Though the response from the guy cast as the dragon does pull a snort of laughter out of Gen. ]
No interest in getting hitched. Sorry.
[ He'll stroll into the lair a little further, looking casual and comfortable with this whole setup himself. ]
If this was a regular movie I could just rough you up a little and call it a day.
[ There's a wistful sigh that suggests he'd love to do just that. ]
As it is I'm supposed to... what? Seduce you? Romance you? What are you in the mood for pretending for the sake of getting this over with?
( So there really is no recovering this script, huh. Kinich pauses, his eyes sliding over to the camera on scene in the most slow and pointed way he can. But when no further instruction comes, and there's no objection to the interruptions, he looks back to Gen, more curious. )
I guess that's up to you, isn't it?
( He steps down from his "throne," taking the time to look this newcomer up and down more properly. Everyone's in costume, so he can't rely on attire to deliver any information about someone, but his body language and the skin visible beneath just might, right? Anything helps. )
But you're going to have to work pretty hard to do any of those things. So, why don't you surprise me?
( Ajaw, of course, has his own opinions: he's immediately yelling for Gen to beat him up. )
[There's a commotion going on over here. That draws Childe's attention first, veering toward the trailer in question — and the large, muscular owl-headed man standing off of the path, concealing the younger individual behind him until Childe gets closer. He hears their discussion first, so when that attention turns to him, he isn't entirely taken by surprise. But he does lift up his hands in a placating, deferent gesture.]
Hold on, I don't mean any harm.
[Then again, he wouldn't be opposed to a fight... which is probably why he isn't trying very hard to seem unthreatening. He steps closer, glancing toward the 'star' wrapped in that green-velvet robe.]
I heard some yelling over here as I was on my way toward the shopping center and thought I would investigate. [Addressing Kinich:] Is this your bodyguard?
( Kinich's answer is quick, spoken with a quick step to the side so he can observe this interaction. The owl-guard has closed some distance between himself and Childe already, but seems at least temporarily halted by those lifted hands. The body language is all around too hostile, though. )
But he seems to believe he's doing me a favor. I don't suppose you'd have any more luck convincing him otherwise?
( The owl simply lets out a strange sound and a shudder of his head, tilting ominously as he takes another step towards Childe. It's as if to say, "stop there, I'm on the job!" Kinich matches another step forward, alongside the both of them, not in the middle but not exactly liking being the center of this, either.
Ajaw is, thankfully, quiet for the moment, both seething and waiting to see what this new guy does about it. )
[Unfortunately, an interaction turning south is not uncommon in Childe's daily life. Even as the angry owl-headed man approaches him, he doesn't seem so inclined to step out of the way, and besides the hand he lifts as a signal of well-meaning — his body language shows no sign of acquiescence or submission.]
Come now, can't we handle this like adults? I haven't done anything to threaten you.
[It doesn't seem that a peaceful resolution is going to happen.
There's a pause, and then the owl-bodyguard lunges at him in a quick, ambush movement — Childe dodges to the side with a surprised little laugh, before the two begin a tussle right in the middle of the pathway. The owl keeps swiveling around, trying to pin Childe down long enough to deliver a solid punch, but he sidesteps again, demonstrating some talented footwork.]
Do you think the House will be angry if I knock him out? [A look to Kinich.] You're seeing this, right? I didn't do anything wrong.
[ the instant the bizarrely-headed bodyguard launches itself at her, mona's physical form liquidizes and drops to the floor into a puddle. there is something rather unique about it, however. stars can be seen deep within its depths, twinkling brightly in assorted colors as if replicating a tiny galaxy. kinich may only get a glimpse before the puddle changes shape and glides across the floor as a miniature torrent. the surge of water, presumably mona, is able to evade the attack with but a spray of droplets.
she reappears just as quickly as she had vanished; solid. ]
What do you think you're doing? [ mona points an accusing finger at the bodyguard... who has unceremoniously face-planted onto the ground. ] I don't recall having done anything worth being bombarded.
[ her head turns to kinich, nose wrinkled in a pout. ]
[Ajaw's yelling really does just attract people over. Wriothesley was really just out and about, a little curious about the whole set-up, when he followed the loud voice proclaiming their apparently name and title.
Instead of being accosted by Kinich's bodyguard, Wriothesley easily dodges before quickly grabbing the other and forcing them onto the ground, arm folded behind their back and him putting much of his weight onto them.]
Hey, hey, hey. Shouldn't you ask questions first before just throwing yourself at a guy. Not everyone is going to take kindly of behind bullied. I just wanted to know what all the commotions was about here. [His gaze turns away from the bodyguard pinned to the floor and up at Kinich.] Not the face I was expecting given the voice I kept hearing.
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costume department!
Right, yes, one moment, please. [ he pats himself down with his hands, brows furrowed in thought. ] I'm still very new, so I don't have much in the way of payment, but will this suffice?
[ he pulls out a... meal voucher. from what he remembers, mortals need to eat, don't they? ]
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So, with a slight nod, he folds it, tucking it into a back pocket of the casual outfit he's currently found himself in. )
That should do. ( He looks from the stranger to the dressing room just behind him. ) It probably seems like just a stuck zipper, but nothing's going to come off without my help.
So, would you rather cram the both of us in there, or do it out here where anyone could see you?
( Blunt again... He's just direct. )
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but, anyway. with the payment satisfied, zagreus smiles and it only grows when kinich seems to deem his issue as an easy fix. ]
Oh, is that what it's called? A zipper? Fascinating. A lot of the fashion here is new to me, so I'm very grateful for the assistance.
[ as for the cramming... well. ]
Um, if you don't mind terribly, perhaps you could join me inside?
[ if it's as quick as he says, it shouldn't take too long, right? ]
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( After allowing Zagreus to enter the room first, Kinich slips his way inside, a careful hand behind him shutting the door afterwards. He sure wasn't kidding about cramming, either— the space is claustrophobic, barely enough for two people to stand and move around one another. Kinich takes a moment to situate himself right behind Zagreus, his fingers finding the top of the zipper at his back with a careful press to indicate he's there. )
Alright, you ready? ( It's simple and polite, waiting for the okay before pulling down the zipper, careful not to snag, taking his time...
But it's only a few seconds into it that he actually speaks again, curious about the comments he'd made just moments ago. )
You said this fashion is new to you? What sort of clothing are you used to wearing?
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— costume department
so she was willing to engage in the resort's whims and dress up. by the time kinich had approached her, she was in the middle of trying to avoid from spilling out of a rather sexy workout outfit. she had a roll of costume tape at her side, and while she was smiling bright at his offer to help—
her smile turned into a rather playful grin as he mentioned payment. something about this scene seemed to draw a bit of nostalgia for her but she decided to play along. for now. )
Payment? Oh but you see I'm just a newbie like yourself, I haven't accumulated any kind of money.
( liar— and hopefully he didn't see that little 'heart' marking in the center of her chest indicating she had been here for sometime without sex. )
How could I ever repay you for such a grand favor?
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From what he's gathered thus far:
They're black or red, or some faded version of either, depending.
They're shaped in the form or resemblance of classic card suits.
They're only given to someone after a "Wildcard" is brought into this place more permanently.
So, it's safe to assume she's lying. His arms cross in consideration of that, his eyes focusing in on the stranger's face, like he might gather more from her expressions, or the direction of her own eyes. Or maybe he's just trying to stay respectful here, and that seems like the only safe place to look. )
Oh, really?
( No point in playing his whole hand just yet, either, though— he's curious where she's trying to direct this, first. )
I could come up with something, but that'll cost you extra.
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( with her attention fully turned towards the other, she looked up at him and smiled a bit, head naturally tilted with a bit more of a flirtatious angle. somewhere deep within her mind she was sure he wasn't playing around; after all, it wouldn't be the first time she encountered someone truly willing to follow through on such a debt, but the effects of her suit had her feeling a bit more positive, for now. the longer she went on, the more the negative effects settled in but for now she was simply feeling that wave of amorous affection with a need to be a bit dramatic.
so she stood up from her chair and held the role of tape out, giving a bit of a jovial laugh to the other. )
Let's see, what could someone like you want for payment? Chips? Food vouchers? A night in a King or Queen suite?
( and then she began to walk closer to him, gently trailing in a circle behind him. )
Some kind of kink you haven't been able to explore home?
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Chips or food vouchers are fine.
( He's not trying to reenact a Sasuke and Sakura scene here, he swears...
But really, for as deadpan as his delivery is, there is embarrassment and fluster buried beneath the many layers of his exterior. He's just too good at letting those show. He's not sure he's mentally prepared to jump right into kink talk, after all...
He's definitely going to be hunting the House (or whoever is behind this all) down for proper repayment for dealing with all of this. )
But it seems like you're looking for something else. Or am I wrong?
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[ even without the script's (vague) cues, yosuke would have found the, ahem, dragon by tinny laughter bouncing out of the cave alone. it's almost like a real monster-hunter set up, except... was he... arguing with his Watch?
inching closer, more to snoop on the exchange than initiate the scene, yosuke snorts at the resounding squawk. he's quick to stifle the rest of his amusement when the line is delivered.
yeah, that's a line all right... he's impressed by the even delivery. ]
No, I'm here to make you hand over all the brides you've taken!
[ there were versions of the script with worse lines and, considering the month he's had, he can live with it. he can even live with the mockery of a ‘warrior’s costume he's stuck in. literally. he can't undo any of it and at this point it's too much of a pain. with all its criss-crossing leather harnesses and buckled-on decorative armour; things are dire when the strapped boots cover more than the damn shorts. were he an actual warrior, he'd be dead a thousand times over.
were he an actual warrior, he'd deserve it! ]
Won't be long before the rest of my team gets here.
[ but the payout for taking on a gig... after learning the sin of not being rich, yosuke's willing to throw (half of) his shame to the wind!
yosuke draws the sword-prop strapped to his back. it's a little more convincing than a dull blade but the cave's lighting does wonders. ]
Do you wanna surrender before or after we make you submit?
[ ‘submit’ wavers on the remaining half of yosuke's shame. even thinking about the payout can't stop him from crying in his heart. ]
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( With a script like this, it's an honest wonder whether it would be easier to hear these lines out of nowhere or read them ahead of time. They're a little over the top, aren't they? Cringe-worthy. Enough that it likely shows to Kinich's level of self restraint and inward thinking that has him barely reacting outwardly— there's a blink, as if he's processing the words, and a slow shift of his body to bring a hand to his chin. It might look a little like he's trying to think of what to say in response, despite having lines. His fingers, with press on nails pointed and painted black to resemble claws, curl a little more beneath his chin. )
A little bold to say "we" when you're the only one standing here now. There's no way a puny thing like you could make me submit.
( He's seriously delivering these lines without faltering...?! Well, it's not like it's a very energetic role. He's kind of just sassing? However, some sort of noise begins to come from his Watch again, a low crackle attempting to hold back. As if unaware, Kinich simply extends his arms to invite Yosuke closer, daring.
The pause here, however, is suspiciously long. He blinks slowly once before he nearly sighs out his line. )
You're the one who... came to me, after all.
( Silence in this awkwardly real looking cave only lasts another half second before Ajaw absolutely loses it on the Watch, face lighting up in the pixel equivalent of tears of laughter. )
Pfft— ahahah! Bravo, Kinich! I didn't think you'd have the guts to actually say that terrible line!
( He's still laughing, even as Kinich narrows his eyes a little and begins trying to jab his newly sharp nails into the side workings of his Watch. Sorry, Yosuke, give him a minute, maybe they can cut this out in post— )
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especially since this poor guy has to do it with his Watch acting like that!
surely, kinich must be suffering inside. yosuke has to step up his game. it's the least he can do! ignoring the laughter is just one part of that... or maybe they can ad lib it? the production's clearly got money to burn and yosuke is willing to make them work. ]
You know what mercy is? It's what you just threw away by calling me puny.
[ as the cocky warrior should in response to any invitation, any dare, yosuke draws nearer. ]
I'm not scared of you or any of your minions— [ okay, not the best improvisation but it works, right? and, strangely enough, ajaw's laughter makes it easier to follow the script by giving him something to ignore other than embarrassment, ] —but I just got here and you're already making me do all the work.
[ he stops when they're just out of each other's reach. following his next cue, he swings his sword down to stick it into the cave's floor like a challenge, a little shocked when it actually lodges itself into the ground. if nothing else, it takes the edge off of the next line, ]
So, here, how about you come for me now?
[ this pause is less yosuke following the scripted beats and more him trying to find the strength to move past having said that in his lifetime. as if what follows is any easier to say. at least his turmoil about it comes off as his role's irritation. ]
Or are you scared I'll put you on your knees?
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oh. he glances down at that palm, then lifts his eyes again. ]
.. pay?
[ he looks a little bewildered, his brow lightly cinching, but he soon shakes it off. well, all right. he supposes, if this person expects to be paid, dan heng can spare a little if it means that he can get out of this gauzy lingerie. ]
Well, I suppose I can transfer you some chips, if you'd like.
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Right. )
That would do just fine. ( Chips are the ideal, honestly. The currency of this place, and without having to stoop to gambling to deal with it. He lifts his Watch, his eyes skipping over Dan Heng's attire entirely once more to peer down at it. Oddly, the screen is bright green, with some sort of pixel face staring back at him on it... )
You can send it over these, right? Enough for one good meal should be fair enough, and then I can help you out of that.
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[ right. a little odd, but there's no reason for him not to be compensated for his help, dan heng supposes, so he doesn't mind. lifting his own wrist, he initiates the transfer, offering an amount of chips that is decently generous, for a job like this, he thinks. the man's watch is.. certainly interesting, dan heng has never seen one quite like that, and his brow pinches as he briefly examines it. ]
Is that fair?
[ it's likely enough for a few meals, in fact. dan heng does decently well, so he isn't worried about letting go of some chips - they're not important. as for what kinich now has to work with.. uh. well. it could be worse. ]
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That's plenty. Pleasure doing business with you.
( It's a little extra than he deems fair for his typical cold, quick and to it undressing... So he'll even gesture for Dan Heng to pick where they should go. Back into the dressing room? A secluded corner? He's not picky. )
Let's get you out of that. Do you have your change of clothes? Lead the way, and I'll get to work.
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Though it sounds like even if dragon-boy here isn't up for theatrics himself, his weirdly chatty watch is.
There's a line he's supposed to deliver here himself, but he's gone off script several times already on his journey just to get the dragon's lair in the first place. So he'll gesture to the watch, a piece of tech that everyone is wearing and feelings wildly off for the high fantasy setting they're currently in, and comments dryly. ]
If you didn't customize that yourself, you might wanna get your money back from whoever did that for you.
[ His stage armor, still made of (cheap) metal, clinks loudly as he shifts to cross his arms. ]
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( Well, this script has quickly and completely gone off the rails. Even as unaware of the other half of it as Kinich is, he can gather that Ajaw is being referred to directly, and with absolutely no sign from off set crew or the camera-drone indicating they should stop or restart, he's beginning to realize how little it actually matters.
With a quiet breath, he lifts the arm with Ajaw's pixel little Watch face, shooting a flat look down to him. )
Big talk from someone who can't even move on his own, right now.
Gh— grrrgh, t-that is but a minor setback!
( Ajaw goes on to ramble a few more protests against this, but Kinich dropping his arm back to his side lessens the volume significantly. He moves his eyes back to the stranger, instead, running over him in quick analysis. )
You can ignore him. I'm the only dragon here, right now. ( At least according to the script... The arm without a watch props a hand against his hip, likely too casual for any real dragon role, either. ) So, are you going to try and impress me? If not, I could always add you directly to my... pile of wives.
( Off screen, he guesses. )
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... Look, Gen never claimed to be an actor, nor has he ever particularly wanted to be one. If something more interesting than the trite lines they've been given to read comes up, he's far more interested in talking about that. The weirdly smug AI that happens to be on the "dragon's" wrist right now happens to be more interesting than the contrived sex scene about to come up in this glorified porno.
Though the response from the guy cast as the dragon does pull a snort of laughter out of Gen. ]
No interest in getting hitched. Sorry.
[ He'll stroll into the lair a little further, looking casual and comfortable with this whole setup himself. ]
If this was a regular movie I could just rough you up a little and call it a day.
[ There's a wistful sigh that suggests he'd love to do just that. ]
As it is I'm supposed to... what? Seduce you? Romance you? What are you in the mood for pretending for the sake of getting this over with?
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I guess that's up to you, isn't it?
( He steps down from his "throne," taking the time to look this newcomer up and down more properly. Everyone's in costume, so he can't rely on attire to deliver any information about someone, but his body language and the skin visible beneath just might, right? Anything helps. )
But you're going to have to work pretty hard to do any of those things. So, why don't you surprise me?
( Ajaw, of course, has his own opinions: he's immediately yelling for Gen to beat him up. )
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Hold on, I don't mean any harm.
[Then again, he wouldn't be opposed to a fight... which is probably why he isn't trying very hard to seem unthreatening. He steps closer, glancing toward the 'star' wrapped in that green-velvet robe.]
I heard some yelling over here as I was on my way toward the shopping center and thought I would investigate. [Addressing Kinich:] Is this your bodyguard?
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( Kinich's answer is quick, spoken with a quick step to the side so he can observe this interaction. The owl-guard has closed some distance between himself and Childe already, but seems at least temporarily halted by those lifted hands. The body language is all around too hostile, though. )
But he seems to believe he's doing me a favor. I don't suppose you'd have any more luck convincing him otherwise?
( The owl simply lets out a strange sound and a shudder of his head, tilting ominously as he takes another step towards Childe. It's as if to say, "stop there, I'm on the job!" Kinich matches another step forward, alongside the both of them, not in the middle but not exactly liking being the center of this, either.
Ajaw is, thankfully, quiet for the moment, both seething and waiting to see what this new guy does about it. )
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Come now, can't we handle this like adults? I haven't done anything to threaten you.
[It doesn't seem that a peaceful resolution is going to happen.
There's a pause, and then the owl-bodyguard lunges at him in a quick, ambush movement — Childe dodges to the side with a surprised little laugh, before the two begin a tussle right in the middle of the pathway. The owl keeps swiveling around, trying to pin Childe down long enough to deliver a solid punch, but he sidesteps again, demonstrating some talented footwork.]
Do you think the House will be angry if I knock him out? [A look to Kinich.] You're seeing this, right? I didn't do anything wrong.
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she reappears just as quickly as she had vanished; solid. ]
What do you think you're doing? [ mona points an accusing finger at the bodyguard... who has unceremoniously face-planted onto the ground. ] I don't recall having done anything worth being bombarded.
[ her head turns to kinich, nose wrinkled in a pout. ]
Convince it properly.
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Instead of being accosted by Kinich's bodyguard, Wriothesley easily dodges before quickly grabbing the other and forcing them onto the ground, arm folded behind their back and him putting much of his weight onto them.]
Hey, hey, hey. Shouldn't you ask questions first before just throwing yourself at a guy. Not everyone is going to take kindly of behind bullied. I just wanted to know what all the commotions was about here. [His gaze turns away from the bodyguard pinned to the floor and up at Kinich.] Not the face I was expecting given the voice I kept hearing.