【 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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[ Much to his chagrin, Minato's realizing he's horribly out of shape now that he's not fighting his way through Tartarus each night. It's been barely ten minutes of sprinting and he's already out of breath. Maybe he should hit the fitness center at Beak sometime, just in case he lands in a similar situation in the future.
Or maybe the issue is he's not used to running in a pair of Mary Janes and a full French maid uniform.
Surely there were other guests wandering around in more salacious costume? Wouldn't they make for more interesting and more valuable photographs for the horde of paparazzi chasing after him? Maybe this was his punishment for thinking, after getting accosted by by the costuming staff, he could sneak out the back of the costume department undetected.
He makes a turn towards a group of honeywagons to try and lose the crowd, shoving one of them open and slamming the door behind him shut and ducking down. It's occupied already; he sees the other resident out of the corner of his eye, so he presses an index finger against his lips. Sorry, he'll try to explain later once the coast is clear... ]
ii. lord of the wings.
[ Background actor. Okay. Easy enough. All he needs to do is wander about as part of the ghostly fairy forest scenery. The set's on break though, which Minato chooses to spend wandering about out of curiosity.
This forest is... startlingly realistic. The attention to detail is downright impressive, as though these plants were directly uprooted from the Cloudtop Gardens. At least, the trees certainly seemed quite real. Minato leans a hand against one of them, running his palm across its bark. As far as he can tell, it's probably a real tree.
If that was the case, did it mean the flowers blooming nearby were genuine too? He crouches near them, reaching out to carefully smooth his thumb over one of its pollen-coated petals. He's ignorant to the dangers of inhaling the thick pollen haze hovering in the air, merely operating under the assumption that it must be Perfectly Normal Pollen from Perfectly Normal Flowers. So he withdraws his hand, shakes it free of the pollen dusting his thumb, and goes on his way.
By the time he wanders back to the group of extras, there's an unusual pallor in his face as cold sweat gathers on his brow. ...maybe he's just exhausted from the long day, and his vision blurring at the edges is probably associated with that. ]
iii. short films.
[ Minato blinks at the sign posted on the wall. ]
"Actors beware: get to filming if you want your bank accounts to live"...?
[ While he looks just mildly perturbed, in truth Minato's balking inside. Technically, he didn't actually want to be here, but how could he say no to the weepy smalltime director who'd gotten down on his knees and groveled at him to play a role in his film? The film he'd allegedly spent seven whole years penning its script?
Minato's soft. He can't say no to someone's passion project, even if it involved starring in some sketchy porno. There's a copy of the script on the desk. The set lies just beyond the door to the right. Minato sighs and takes his copy of the script. ]
It's just a rehearsal, so... I didn't get the chance to read anything in advance ...how bad is it?
iv. premiere.
[ It's disrespectful to drift off during a movie, but maybe Minato can be forgiven just this time. Whether it's Lord of the Wings or Space Warblers, it's all the same to him. Maybe they shouldn't have made the bed-seat so comfortable if they didn't want their premiere guests to start nodding off.
His own gift bag is tucked off to the side of the seat, but perhaps his seatmate's isn't out of reach. The rustling sound of plastic wrap from the chocolate truffles and fancy popcorn will probably be enough to wake him up. Or maybe you're digging around in your own gift bag and, upon drawing the random sex toy out of it, feel compelled to nudge him awake to ask his opinion on it.
Or you can let him nap. That's okay too. ]
v. wildcard.
[ If none of these work, feel free to hit me with a wildcard or PM/priv plurk at alaudarum to discuss a closed starter! Permissions/kink list here, hmu if you need anything!
[well. fortunately for Minato, the honeywagon he chooses as his paparazzi hiding spot is occupied by a familiar face! . . . dressed in a very unfamiliar outfit. seated in one of those portable fold-up actor's chairs, one leg crossed over the other, heeled foot bobbing up and down idly as he sips at a paper cup of coffee. . . honestly, Akira doesn't seem too bothered by the costume department's choice in his wardrobe. even if he takes some offense to being immediately pegged as a cop]
[the mild surprise that flits across Akira's features when Minato rushes into the trailer fades pretty quickly, replaced by an amused quirk of his brow, lips curving into a slight grin. it should be noted that while Akira is dressed in the entire leather getup, he did not stick around for makeup. that's for another day]
. . . huh.
[another slow sip of his caffeinated drink]
I see they got to you, too.
[HE EMPATHIZES. . .]
Edited (JUST CHANGING SOME WORDING. . .) 2025-05-16 04:15 (UTC)
[ Part of him is relieved this trailer was occupied by a familiar face. The other part of him has no actual shame in breaking into someone's temporary quarters. If he'd stumbled on an awkward scene, he can always just apologize after the hummingbird-headed people were gone...
The sound of frenetic footsteps scuttles right past the trailer until it's finally faded into the distance. Only then does Minato let out a long sigh, flopping down to sit with legs stretched out while leaning against the door. ]
Yeah.
[ Well, that observation explains Akira's getup. Minato looks over at him with a small frown, mild concern in his eyes as he takes in the outfit. For now, he forgets about how stuffy his own one feels, attention focused on the person before him. ]
...you okay?
[ It's not a real cop outfit, but still. Given what he knows of Akira's past, it probably... doesn't feel great getting shoved into that costume in particular. ]
[the outfit is sofar removed from anything a real police officer would wear that it doesn't even register as a blip on Akira's trauma radar! . . . it also helps that the handcuffs were detachable; they've already been removed from his waist, tossed haphazardly aside to lie ignored in a random corner of the trailer. Akira's grin softens, turning lopsided at the edges as he dismisses Minato's concern with a wave of one perfectly gloved hand]
Eh. It's not what I would've picked out for myself, but it could've been worse.
[with coffee still in hand, Akira pushes himself to his feet, crossing the room so he can plop onto the ground at Minato's side. it's clear he doesn't wear skirts very often, because he crosses his legs in such a manner that is wholly unladylike. good thing he is wearing pantyhose!!]
. . . are you?
[Minato was clearly trying to hide from someone. based on the recent. . . "excitement" consuming the resort, he can make an educated guess as to the identity of the pursuer]
[ Mitsuru had found herself cast as an elf woman and for some reason she seems entirely at home in the regal looking costume dress the wardrobe department had stuck her in. Perhaps if she'd known the plot of this movie before they decided to appeal to her curiosity and persuade her to dress up she would have refused- even after being at the resort all this time she still had some limits after all. Fortunately so far she hasn't had to appear in the background of any of those type of scenes... which is the majority of the film so apparently she'd been highly fortunate in that regard.
She'd spotted Arisato of course, they'd both been roped into being in the background of this particular forest scene. She had also seen him wander off during their break and she had been on the verge of following him, of informing him that after being stuck in this place so long her advice is that wandering off into an unfamiliar area filled with plant life is never a good idea.
That had been Mitsuru's intention, until she'd been annoyingly pulled to one side by a crew member wanting to top up her makeup or some other trivial thing. By the time she had more or less dismissed them, Arisato had already disappeared. Perhaps it was for the best. To him, she can only be some pale imitation, surely? Not the Mitsuru Kirijo he knew and perhaps he wouldn't care for any kind of advice from her? She can't exactly expect to slip into the same kind of role she is to him as she is to Shiomi. She would have disregarded those things making her hesitate in favour of preserving his well being but he's already returned by the time she has the opportunity and well-
He's not looking so great.
Mitsuru makes her way over, noting the unhealthy pallor to him. ]
[ There's a smudge of burgundy red coming into his field of view. Though his vision fails, Minato would recognize that voice anywhere. ]
Kirijo-senpai?
[ He presses a palm against his forehead and shakes his head, trying to dispel some of her concern. ]
I'm fine, just... tired.
[ The bone-deep exhaustion threatening to claim him is, admittedly, a familiar sensation. It's one akin to the sort that had increasingly plagued him all throughout the month leading up to graduation day.
...but surely, it can't be related. Scattering life-threatening and hazardous items anywhere in the resort was counterproductive to its goals, wasn't it? Your guests can't have sex if they're ill or on a serious physical decline, right? ]
...if it's not too much trouble, senpai, can you guide me to someplace where I can sit?
[ He certainly looks tired, but it's more than that. Her suspicions only confirmed when he asks her for help, to which she responds immediately. ]
Of course. Hold on- [ She moves forward to take his arm and start guiding him over to one of the seating areas set up for them between takes. She's seriously debating on whether to insist on walking him to the clinic though. ]
I saw you wander off earlier. Did you ingest anything while you were gone? Touch anything?
[ Bombarding him with questions here but she's got to get to the bottom of this as usual. ]
[Well, the person he's trying to talk to right now is in a heated discussion with one of the people from the costume departments.
Yusuke is REFUSING to wear a wedding dress, no matter what they are trying to bribe him with. Miraculously, not even the offer of all the art supplies they can collect is working. He is going back and forth and demanding a kimono or he'll walk- this set is not the only one lacking "actors".
The argument stops when the costume designer spots Minato and runs up to him and grabs his hands, begging with tears in her eyes- Yusuke's harsh words about her ballgown wedding dress sting! You understand her vision, right?!
Yusuke just glares at the back of her head, unflinching. He's learned not to let this place toss him around as it pleases.]
If you want a dress to be worn, wear it yourself, [he huffs, and crosses his hands defiantly.]
[ Minato blinks as the costume designer grabs his hand. Oh... That earnest expression and pleas of finally getting the opportunity to put her talents on display...
He's always had a weak spot for people making these types of requests. Indeed, she may be lying, but Minato's not going to be the reason why she'd been unable to fully realize her hopes and dreams.
Minato sighs a bit before nodding. So be it. He'd just managed to change out of that cursed maid uniform, but it seems the world is determined to keep him in a dress. ]
It's okay. I'll wear it instead.
[ He looks over at his company who's digging in his heels. ]
Maybe they'll find your kimono once we've started.
[ Really, it doesn't make much of a difference to Minato. He'll play the part of the newly-wed maiden. It's fine. ]
[Yusuke did NOT expect the other party to give in on the first request. He really didn't. He thought there was some kind of unspoken agreement to make the lives of staff and Hotel a living hell, not to go along with it.
The costume designer almost starts bawling and rushes off to get the dress, seemingly not caring that ballgown dress and kimono aren't the most common pair up for the wedding. The director shouts that to her and it's all met with "IT DOESN'T MATTER, IT'S ARRANGED THING!"
Yusuke sighs and properly looks at the -partner- for this ... -project-.]
You didn't have to do that. They would've stopped eventually... [he says, then sneaks a peek at the costume designer who is battling with the dress, trying to drag it over as fast as she could (but failing).]
( no it is NOT okay and it IS disrespectful, so of course she's going to take an issue with that.
.. not that she notices immediately, too busy (quietly) shoving aside the bag given to her after carefully fishing out a piece of chocolate so that she might partake in a little treat when she politely looks away from the egregious amounts of skin that's currently on the projection.
which, she will argue, is entirely different than sleeping through it. so, there.
when she does finally look over, she's immediately going to ever so gently nudge him with her heel. he's being rude! even if the content isn't her usual fare, the people around them helped work on this!! but worry not, she will escalate in increments until he wakes up, because she's a good samaritan. )
[ The gentle heel nudge is barely a blip on Minato's radar. His seat partner gets no reaction out of him, other than Minato's body slowly tilting to the side -- and it is, in fact, the side where Nei's sitting. They're shoulder to shoulder now as he starts leaning against her.
His eyes are shut as he continues to doze off, shoulders gently rising and falling with each breath. He can't hear her... Her urgent voice blends in with all the gratuitous moaning and wet noises coming from the silver screen's speakers. It's all the same to his sleepy ears.
Looks like she'll have to speak louder or try harder if she wants him to stop being so disrespectful... ]
me crying already. i know i started this, but still
( and now he's using her like a pillow? she's decided. if he drools on her, it's over for him. )
Oi.
( hitting him might make too much noise, so she wisely refrains. the battle between wanting to wake this guy up versus not wanting cause a disturbance sure is one hard fought, but she's confident she'll figure something out before the credits hit.
this time she's using her shoulder and arm to shake him off, scowling, at least lay on your own damn side!!? )
You're heavy. ( he's not, but that's not the point of her angry whispering. ) How can you even sleep through all of this?
[ Why would he rudely wake the person sleeping through all the uninteresting films? If he could do the same, that's what Till would opt for too. He would sleep through the whole premiere. Sadly, he is cursed to be a lightsleeper, so despite the darkening theatre, the lights from the screen and sound of the film do not provide him with an adequate place to rest. He is forced to stay awake but it does not mean his attention would on the screen. Finding the swag bag that is clear of him, he begins digging through it.
The first item found is discarded.
What a disappointing thing. What he finds next are the chocolate truffles. These were free! Just for him. He doesn't have to worry about chips to finally get his hands on some chocolate. When they are quickly polished off he can't help to notice the swag bag that clearly belongs to the sleeping person. Hesitating to wake them, he doesn't consider that he could probably just swipe those coveted chocolates while the guy slept.
Finally, he gingerly reaches out to tap Minato's shoulder. ] Sorry... can I have the ones in your bag. [ The ones. He means the chocolate and rather than saying that he shoes him the empty wrappers he has collected after eating his own chocolate truffles. ]
[ Something -- no, it's a someone, and they're tapping on Minato's shoulder. He blinks blearily, slowly emerging from the shores of slumber. He lets out a yawn as well and rubs the remnants of sleep away from an eye. ]
Oh...
[ His gaze lands on the empty chocolate truffle wrappers. And since Minato's not going to be eating his, he sits up properly to reach over at his own bag, rifling around until he produces his own sweets.
He holds them out to his company, unknowingly rewarding the other guest for asking instead of swiping them on his own. ]
These...?
[ He doesn't mind parting with them at all! And thanks to this interaction, the movie on the screen continues to go unwatched... ]
[ There is a moment when he reconsiders disturbing the seemingly sleepy guy to the point that he retracts his hand. People like this are rare. People who can sleep just about anywhere and everywhere. It reminds him of his classmate and how she could get shut-eye during lessons. But it seems he has woken him up.
He doesn't expect an immediate answer, yet he now feels a bit awkward for asking. They don't even know each other, and he had impulsively started bothering this guy for his sweets. Still, he does want those chocolate truffles.
And they're soon held out for him. He nods immediately! Yes, those! ]
Is this okay? They're really good. [ There won't be any regrets later? ]
[ Unfortunately for the director, Minato's barely flipped the script open to start giving it a read when there's the squawk of an extremely uncool voice barking in their direction, accompanied by the squeak of sneaker-soles against the floor with stomping footsteps. Fuuta barges onto the scene with no other warning, grabbing at the edge of the script and jerking it out of Minato's immediate line of sight.
Minato can definitely still read it if he looks down, but Fuuta's hoping his yapping's going to provide enough of a distraction: ]
You -- look -- [ Said as he jerks a finger to point at the director. ] This guy's just acting all sad and pitiful, but his script's some real dirty stuff! Don't go getting fooled just because someone makes a sad face at you, come on!
[ The newcomer barging in on the scene immediately captures Minato's attention. It's a good thing his fingers go slack from surprise. Otherwise, he'd probably be left with a pretty nasty papercut from Fuuta snatching the script out of his hands.
Fortunately, Fuuta's plan works. He's thoroughly distracted by the yapping and didn't have the chance to glance over the script.
The problem with the script was that it had real dirty stuff? As opposed to fake dirty stuff? There's a naive frown on Minato's face, and he tilts his head at the noisy newcomer. ]
That's... expected though, isn't it?
[ The director's busy scowling at Fuuta but quickly nods in agreement with Minato's response. ]
[ Okay, so admittedly, he didn't think this through the whole way. It's just that this same director had hassled him earlier, and he'd almost fallen for it before giving the script a read, and seeing another person about to make the same mistake had made him think he had to do something about it. (It didn't mean anything at all that the guy's vibes at a glance -- the placid look in his eyes, his lax posture, the asymmetrical flop of blue hair -- happened to remind him of a certain somebody ...)
It hadn't occurred to him that maybe his intervention wouldn't have been necessary, and when Minato seems to side with the director, all he can do at first is give an indignant sputter. ]
Haa?!
[ His face is reddening as he points a finger right in the director's face even as he continues to bark at Minato. ]
This guy's different! I actually read that script, alright! Like, yeah, everything here's like that, but this one's ... [ The pink in his cheeks deepens a shade. ] -- you should still have some standards, at least!
[It's never just normal pollen. Aak doesn't consider himself a plant expert or anything like that but plants are still very near and dear to his profession. He had gone to collect some earlier and was smart enough to cover his own face but... he's covered in fur... Unsuspecting people who latched onto his fluffy tail inhaled it indirectly and now the set has a huge problem.]
[This is fine, he can fix it!]
[... no, not by banging everyone, he's got enough pollen he can probably figure out an antidote. And if someone doesn't wanna wait then they can go find someone else to bang. By the time Aak has something ready to test, some time has already elapsed. The people who started with two hours are now down to a single hour.]
[Minato has likely taken note of some of the panic around set. The production staff are worried about people with his symptoms. They're less worried about him, though, because a pet rock is really hard to identify symptoms in anyways. He's left to blearily sit around set until a little furry vector of disease is right in front of him.]
Hehe, looks like we're moving our medicine test ahead of schedule!
[Yes, instead of any of the people who were infected via snuggling his tail, that was technically his fault, he's gravitating to Minato for testing first. Doesn't he feel special?]
How long you been sweatin? [he pushes Minato's iconic bangs out of his face to view the pallid complexion beneath] Apparently this stuff kills pretty quick!
[ It's true; the production staff haven't even looked in Minato's direction. Pet rock more or less looks the same as usual when he settles down on a comfy flat rock. Other than the cold sweat on his brow and semi-glazed look in his eyes, there isn't much difference from his usual affect. In fact, he barely registers Aak popping up right in front of him. ]
Medicine test...?
[ He scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to rub away the black dots in the edges of his vision. The hand that falls away from his face is replaced by a furry one. He blinks before shrinking away a bit, even though based on Aak's words, the Feline seems to be here to help. That doesn't stop Minato from feeling self-conscious though, feeling weirdly exposed with his entire face visible. ]
I...
[ Gray-blue eyes shift away from Aak. Even if it's a matter of life-or-death, having this much attention zeroed in on him is a little... ]
I don't know.
[ World's most helpful patient. In his defense, it feels as if the world's been moving in slow motion. ]
Not that long...?
[ His symptoms don't seem quite as severe as those with an hour left. But considering his susceptibility to fatigue and malaise, he might be hitting that level of severity pretty soon. ]
[ If he had to get dragged into anything, at least playing the role of a background character that no one cares about—nameless village thug no.4—is tolerable enough. It gives Genya plenty of free time to wander around and keep to the outskirts. He is more than happy to lay low and avoid major scenes.
But this freedom also gives him too much idle time. He ends up people watching, observing the actors that pass through, until a familiar face catches his eye. He sits up straight, initially debating whether or not Minato would even want to be bothered with him, but seeing the other boy’s flushed face stirs his protective instincts. Did he push himself too hard again? Did something happen?
So, Genya approaches, a little self-conscious but powering through. ]
Hey, are you okay? Did someone bully you?
[ Or maybe Minato really does have a weak constitution… like a delicate prince… ]
[ It's a good thing, too, that Genya's summoned the courage to approach Minato. His vision blurs; his head spins as he loses his balance, instinctively reaching out for the nearest solid object. His fingers grasp at whatever's in front. What he finds are... clothes?
His hand lingers as he tries to figure out what he's holding onto. Minato blinks and looks up. Ah. It's a person. His other hand comes up to press the heel of his palm against the eye hidden beneath sweat-damp bangs.
Slowly his vision comes back into focus, just enough for him to realize he recognizes this person. ]
Shinazugawa...?
[ He lets go carefully to stand on unsteady legs. Despite feeling faint, he's determined to stand on his own two feet. ]
[ this is what he gets for staying in his trailer. honestly, you'd think he'd know better by now that attempting to avoid any kind of work will only land him into further trouble, but apparently oushi loves learning things the hard way.
when the door to his trailer slams open, he sits up with a shock on the half-bed, half-lounge bench built into the opposite wall. he's in only that fluffy striped bathrobe he'd been given, and so he hastens to rearrange the way it falls over his lap to ensure he isn't accidentally flashing anybody—
only to realize that maybe he isn't the one worse off right now.
it's tough to say what quiets him more: the finger to minato's lips, or the sight of the young man in a full maid costume.......... why's he rocking it though???? ]
[ Mercifully, the other person stays quiet as a mouse. It's quickly evident, too, why Minato's frozen in place, based on the sound of stampeding feet passing by the trailer. Only when the noise fades into the distance does Minato finally exhale with relief, crumpling to the floor on his knees. ]
...sorry. This was the closest one.
[ Based on the other person's outfit, it doesn't look like he'd been prepared for someone to suddenly burst into the trailer. If his company's going to stare a little longer over how Minato's dress seems to suit him well, Minato doesn't notice at all.
He shifts his legs to sit with them stretched out in front and crosses them at the ankles. ]
I'll leave soon. Just... trying to make sure they're actually gone.
minato arisato | persona 3 | 8♣
ii. lord of the wings.
iii. short films.
iv. premiere.
v. wildcard.
you know which one
[the mild surprise that flits across Akira's features when Minato rushes into the trailer fades pretty quickly, replaced by an amused quirk of his brow, lips curving into a slight grin. it should be noted that while Akira is dressed in the entire leather getup, he did not stick around for makeup. that's for another day]
. . . huh.
[another slow sip of his caffeinated drink]
I see they got to you, too.
[HE EMPATHIZES. . .]
I SURE DO
The sound of frenetic footsteps scuttles right past the trailer until it's finally faded into the distance. Only then does Minato let out a long sigh, flopping down to sit with legs stretched out while leaning against the door. ]
Yeah.
[ Well, that observation explains Akira's getup. Minato looks over at him with a small frown, mild concern in his eyes as he takes in the outfit. For now, he forgets about how stuffy his own one feels, attention focused on the person before him. ]
...you okay?
[ It's not a real cop outfit, but still. Given what he knows of Akira's past, it probably... doesn't feel great getting shoved into that costume in particular. ]
RUBS MY HANDS TOGETHER
Eh. It's not what I would've picked out for myself, but it could've been worse.
[with coffee still in hand, Akira pushes himself to his feet, crossing the room so he can plop onto the ground at Minato's side. it's clear he doesn't wear skirts very often, because he crosses his legs in such a manner that is wholly unladylike. good thing he is wearing pantyhose!!]
. . . are you?
[Minato was clearly trying to hide from someone. based on the recent. . . "excitement" consuming the resort, he can make an educated guess as to the identity of the pursuer]
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lord of the wings
She'd spotted Arisato of course, they'd both been roped into being in the background of this particular forest scene. She had also seen him wander off during their break and she had been on the verge of following him, of informing him that after being stuck in this place so long her advice is that wandering off into an unfamiliar area filled with plant life is never a good idea.
That had been Mitsuru's intention, until she'd been annoyingly pulled to one side by a crew member wanting to top up her makeup or some other trivial thing. By the time she had more or less dismissed them, Arisato had already disappeared. Perhaps it was for the best. To him, she can only be some pale imitation, surely? Not the Mitsuru Kirijo he knew and perhaps he wouldn't care for any kind of advice from her? She can't exactly expect to slip into the same kind of role she is to him as she is to Shiomi. She would have disregarded those things making her hesitate in favour of preserving his well being but he's already returned by the time she has the opportunity and well-
He's not looking so great.
Mitsuru makes her way over, noting the unhealthy pallor to him. ]
Arisato-san? Are you feeling quite well?
welcome.....
Kirijo-senpai?
[ He presses a palm against his forehead and shakes his head, trying to dispel some of her concern. ]
I'm fine, just... tired.
[ The bone-deep exhaustion threatening to claim him is, admittedly, a familiar sensation. It's one akin to the sort that had increasingly plagued him all throughout the month leading up to graduation day.
...but surely, it can't be related. Scattering life-threatening and hazardous items anywhere in the resort was counterproductive to its goals, wasn't it? Your guests can't have sex if they're ill or on a serious physical decline, right? ]
...if it's not too much trouble, senpai, can you guide me to someplace where I can sit?
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Of course. Hold on- [ She moves forward to take his arm and start guiding him over to one of the seating areas set up for them between takes. She's seriously debating on whether to insist on walking him to the clinic though. ]
I saw you wander off earlier. Did you ingest anything while you were gone? Touch anything?
[ Bombarding him with questions here but she's got to get to the bottom of this as usual. ]
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iii :D
Yusuke is REFUSING to wear a wedding dress, no matter what they are trying to bribe him with. Miraculously, not even the offer of all the art supplies they can collect is working. He is going back and forth and demanding a kimono or he'll walk- this set is not the only one lacking "actors".
The argument stops when the costume designer spots Minato and runs up to him and grabs his hands, begging with tears in her eyes- Yusuke's harsh words about her ballgown wedding dress sting! You understand her vision, right?!
Yusuke just glares at the back of her head, unflinching. He's learned not to let this place toss him around as it pleases.]
If you want a dress to be worn, wear it yourself, [he huffs, and crosses his hands defiantly.]
:D !!
He's always had a weak spot for people making these types of requests. Indeed, she may be lying, but Minato's not going to be the reason why she'd been unable to fully realize her hopes and dreams.
Minato sighs a bit before nodding. So be it. He'd just managed to change out of that cursed maid uniform, but it seems the world is determined to keep him in a dress. ]
It's okay. I'll wear it instead.
[ He looks over at his company who's digging in his heels. ]
Maybe they'll find your kimono once we've started.
[ Really, it doesn't make much of a difference to Minato. He'll play the part of the newly-wed maiden. It's fine. ]
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The costume designer almost starts bawling and rushes off to get the dress, seemingly not caring that ballgown dress and kimono aren't the most common pair up for the wedding. The director shouts that to her and it's all met with "IT DOESN'T MATTER, IT'S ARRANGED THING!"
Yusuke sighs and properly looks at the -partner- for this ... -project-.]
You didn't have to do that. They would've stopped eventually... [he says, then sneaks a peek at the costume designer who is battling with the dress, trying to drag it over as fast as she could (but failing).]
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ill take the one no ones taken yet. iv. hey wake up
.. not that she notices immediately, too busy (quietly) shoving aside the bag given to her after carefully fishing out a piece of chocolate so that she might partake in a little treat when she politely looks away from the egregious amounts of skin that's currently on the projection.
which, she will argue, is entirely different than sleeping through it. so, there.
when she does finally look over, she's immediately going to ever so gently nudge him with her heel. he's being rude! even if the content isn't her usual fare, the people around them helped work on this!! but worry not, she will escalate in increments until he wakes up, because she's a good samaritan. )
Wake up.
( quietly! as to not be a disturbance! )
scruffs her like an angry cat
His eyes are shut as he continues to doze off, shoulders gently rising and falling with each breath. He can't hear her... Her urgent voice blends in with all the gratuitous moaning and wet noises coming from the silver screen's speakers. It's all the same to his sleepy ears.
Looks like she'll have to speak louder or try harder if she wants him to stop being so disrespectful... ]
me crying already. i know i started this, but still
Oi.
( hitting him might make too much noise, so she wisely refrains. the battle between wanting to wake this guy up versus not wanting cause a disturbance sure is one hard fought, but she's confident she'll figure something out before the credits hit.
this time she's using her shoulder and arm to shake him off, scowling, at least lay on your own damn side!!? )
You're heavy. ( he's not, but that's not the point of her angry whispering. ) How can you even sleep through all of this?
( wake up!!!!! )
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iv.
The first item found is discarded.
What a disappointing thing. What he finds next are the chocolate truffles. These were free! Just for him. He doesn't have to worry about chips to finally get his hands on some chocolate. When they are quickly polished off he can't help to notice the swag bag that clearly belongs to the sleeping person. Hesitating to wake them, he doesn't consider that he could probably just swipe those coveted chocolates while the guy slept.
Finally, he gingerly reaches out to tap Minato's shoulder. ] Sorry... can I have the ones in your bag. [ The ones. He means the chocolate and rather than saying that he shoes him the empty wrappers he has collected after eating his own chocolate truffles. ]
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Oh...
[ His gaze lands on the empty chocolate truffle wrappers. And since Minato's not going to be eating his, he sits up properly to reach over at his own bag, rifling around until he produces his own sweets.
He holds them out to his company, unknowingly rewarding the other guest for asking instead of swiping them on his own. ]
These...?
[ He doesn't mind parting with them at all! And thanks to this interaction, the movie on the screen continues to go unwatched... ]
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He doesn't expect an immediate answer, yet he now feels a bit awkward for asking. They don't even know each other, and he had impulsively started bothering this guy for his sweets. Still, he does want those chocolate truffles.
And they're soon held out for him. He nods immediately! Yes, those! ]
Is this okay? They're really good. [ There won't be any regrets later? ]
( ooc: cries in shoes. )
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iii, hope this is okay!
[ Unfortunately for the director, Minato's barely flipped the script open to start giving it a read when there's the squawk of an extremely uncool voice barking in their direction, accompanied by the squeak of sneaker-soles against the floor with stomping footsteps. Fuuta barges onto the scene with no other warning, grabbing at the edge of the script and jerking it out of Minato's immediate line of sight.
Minato can definitely still read it if he looks down, but Fuuta's hoping his yapping's going to provide enough of a distraction: ]
You -- look -- [ Said as he jerks a finger to point at the director. ] This guy's just acting all sad and pitiful, but his script's some real dirty stuff! Don't go getting fooled just because someone makes a sad face at you, come on!
it's perfect!!
Fortunately, Fuuta's plan works. He's thoroughly distracted by the yapping and didn't have the chance to glance over the script.
The problem with the script was that it had real dirty stuff? As opposed to fake dirty stuff? There's a naive frown on Minato's face, and he tilts his head at the noisy newcomer. ]
That's... expected though, isn't it?
[ The director's busy scowling at Fuuta but quickly nods in agreement with Minato's response. ]
They're all probably like that.
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It hadn't occurred to him that maybe his intervention wouldn't have been necessary, and when Minato seems to side with the director, all he can do at first is give an indignant sputter. ]
Haa?!
[ His face is reddening as he points a finger right in the director's face even as he continues to bark at Minato. ]
This guy's different! I actually read that script, alright! Like, yeah, everything here's like that, but this one's ... [ The pink in his cheeks deepens a shade. ] -- you should still have some standards, at least!
me after a quick Google search: ok I see your vision
sorry minato he's just projecting on you a lil ...
no worries he's accustomed to that 🙂↕️
ii. continues to medicine menace
[This is fine, he can fix it!]
[... no, not by banging everyone, he's got enough pollen he can probably figure out an antidote. And if someone doesn't wanna wait then they can go find someone else to bang. By the time Aak has something ready to test, some time has already elapsed. The people who started with two hours are now down to a single hour.]
[Minato has likely taken note of some of the panic around set. The production staff are worried about people with his symptoms. They're less worried about him, though, because a pet rock is really hard to identify symptoms in anyways. He's left to blearily sit around set until a little furry vector of disease is right in front of him.]
Hehe, looks like we're moving our medicine test ahead of schedule!
[Yes, instead of any of the people who were infected via snuggling his tail, that was technically his fault, he's gravitating to Minato for testing first. Doesn't he feel special?]
How long you been sweatin? [he pushes Minato's iconic bangs out of his face to view the pallid complexion beneath] Apparently this stuff kills pretty quick!
as u should...
Medicine test...?
[ He scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to rub away the black dots in the edges of his vision. The hand that falls away from his face is replaced by a furry one. He blinks before shrinking away a bit, even though based on Aak's words, the Feline seems to be here to help. That doesn't stop Minato from feeling self-conscious though, feeling weirdly exposed with his entire face visible. ]
I...
[ Gray-blue eyes shift away from Aak. Even if it's a matter of life-or-death, having this much attention zeroed in on him is a little... ]
I don't know.
[ World's most helpful patient. In his defense, it feels as if the world's been moving in slow motion. ]
Not that long...?
[ His symptoms don't seem quite as severe as those with an hour left. But considering his susceptibility to fatigue and malaise, he might be hitting that level of severity pretty soon. ]
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II 😳
But this freedom also gives him too much idle time. He ends up people watching, observing the actors that pass through, until a familiar face catches his eye. He sits up straight, initially debating whether or not Minato would even want to be bothered with him, but seeing the other boy’s flushed face stirs his protective instincts. Did he push himself too hard again? Did something happen?
So, Genya approaches, a little self-conscious but powering through. ]
Hey, are you okay? Did someone bully you?
[ Or maybe Minato really does have a weak constitution… like a delicate prince… ]
😊
His hand lingers as he tries to figure out what he's holding onto. Minato blinks and looks up. Ah. It's a person. His other hand comes up to press the heel of his palm against the eye hidden beneath sweat-damp bangs.
Slowly his vision comes back into focus, just enough for him to realize he recognizes this person. ]
Shinazugawa...?
[ He lets go carefully to stand on unsteady legs. Despite feeling faint, he's determined to stand on his own two feet. ]
Sorry, I'm just... tired.
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i
when the door to his trailer slams open, he sits up with a shock on the half-bed, half-lounge bench built into the opposite wall. he's in only that fluffy striped bathrobe he'd been given, and so he hastens to rearrange the way it falls over his lap to ensure he isn't accidentally flashing anybody—
only to realize that maybe he isn't the one worse off right now.
it's tough to say what quiets him more: the finger to minato's lips, or the sight of the young man in a full maid costume.......... why's he rocking it though???? ]
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...sorry. This was the closest one.
[ Based on the other person's outfit, it doesn't look like he'd been prepared for someone to suddenly burst into the trailer. If his company's going to stare a little longer over how Minato's dress seems to suit him well, Minato doesn't notice at all.
He shifts his legs to sit with them stretched out in front and crosses them at the ankles. ]
I'll leave soon. Just... trying to make sure they're actually gone.