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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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I. Honeywagon [ All of this was unfamiliar to him on a surreal level. One moment he was... and then the next he was sitting in some glitzy trailer? He thinks? Lounging in a black velvet robe that left nothing to the imagination. The Garden or Guardians would never approve of things like this, he thought to himself while reading through scripts to the most salacious stories he's ever laid eyes on. They weren't pets used for production, after all. Many of the things he was reading or seeing as 'options' were the first time he was encountering the terms, not able to wrap his mind around them at all.
Ivan was, at his core, an idol. He knew this business as much as a human pet could know it. He knew what it was to have camera's on him every waking and sleeping moment. It showed in how he sat to keep the most private parts covered, while the top showed a little too much of the toned muscles he usually kept well covered. Another script was tossed onto a stack, Ivan drawing his arm back to his lap in contemplation. ]
I wonder if I'm supposed to understand the things happening in these...? They're almost uncomprehensible even to me, although I think I can get the idea.
[ Although he asked out loud, it was a question only to himself. He was used to being in front of the camera, but when what was being asked was so riddled with language he didn't know, his mind felt better served drifting off to other subjects. If he was really needed for this, someone would say something. ]
II. On Set [ It took him time to make it to the empty sets while the crew wasn't rolling. It was interesting to see what this place was like and how it compared to the sets he was used to back where he used to be.
There was always a degree of ingenuity and creativity when it came to things like this that he had come to appreciate after being friends with people like Till, taking the time to appreciate set dressing and how things are constructed when there was time to look. Star Warblers wasn't as interesting in his eyes. He was far too used to what was being called 'Space Odyssey'. The Lord of the Wings was completely foreign to him, in comparison, and that is what drew him that way instead. The effect of foliage and trees looked very different from the attempts he had seen growing up, and found himself entranced with their simplistic but complicated beauty. ]
These look more like the ones in the books. I wonder if this is purely a fantasy set, or if places really used to look like this.
[ A person who has never experienced nature could only speculate, but he was walking from set to set, looking at everything as if he had sincerely lived under a rock his entire life. ]
III. Theatre [ This was far out of his depth. Luxury was what it was. He was used to that. It was the fact that through this whole situation he had realized that everything, apart from the bird people, which was interesting in its own right, were humans who seemed used to the company of other humans. Humans who understood and held knowledge far beyond his own understanding. It was dizzying. I couldn't help but wonder if this was how Till usually felt.
Ivan laid in a bed-chair with one of his arms curled behind his head and the complementary bag of gummy candies open and resting on his chest, red-black eyes closed with the other side open for whomever wanted it. He may not say anything, but he does flash a brilliant, celebrity level smile should someone decide to join him. The spot was not being saved for anyone, and he will mention so if asked, motioning his hand to the open side as if to invite the other person to enjoy the movie with him if they so wished, cracking open one of his dark eyes to peer forward. ]
I'm a little embarrassed over the content, since it's not my usual work, but I'm not often invited to premiers. This is really fancy.
IV. Wildcard [ Have an idea you'd rather go with? Hit me up and I will go with just about anything. If you have any questions, you can message this journal and I will get back to you as soon as possible. ]
[ By now, Minato's well aware that people are pulled into this resort from all different times, worlds, even universes. But because he can only speak from personal experience, he finds himself responding based on firsthand information. ]
They didn't. ...at least, not where I'm from.
[ It was close enough though, and may as well be without the mystical air hanging in the atmosphere.
Minato crouches to run a few blades of grass between an index finger and his thumb. This set certainly felt real, but the tone of his company's musings gives him pause. He can't help but can't his head with a curious frown. ]
[ Ivan turns his head to look at the person who found themselves in the same area during his wandering. His first thought was to smile and try to bring up that easy going facade, but there was something about this person that made him feel like it wasn't necessary to bother.
He watches, at the very least, as Minato touched the grass, looking at the blade himself as he crouches next to him to take one between his fingers. ]
Yes, although it might be more accurate to say it's my first tree that looks more like pictures and passages. Even the grass feels different.
[ Drawing his hand back, his gaze drew upward again. ]
Whoever made this put more effort into it than the place I grew up did, at the very least. Although, you sound more like you've seen real nature.
[ Good on Ivan for realizing Minato's got a knack for seeing straight through those types of facades... And even if he didn't, they wouldn't change how he treated the other person at all. ]
"Real nature"...?
[ Was this stranger from someplace that only had artificial trees? Minato stays crouched but looks up at the treetops with a small frown. He supposes this place was pretty picturesque, but the man's comment about the grass piques his curiosity. How different could blades of grass truly feel from one another? Each blade was always cool against skin and a little waxy to the touch, wasn't it? ]
I guess I've seen real grass and trees like this before, yeah.
[ Ivan nodded when Minato repeated him. He hasn't been here long enough to know that the experience he's had growing up wasn't shared. It would be more honest to say he really has no idea about anything other than this strange movie production. To that end, there was something about his answers that made Ivan cognizant that they were different.
Although now he was just watching the man next to him instead of the trees. They were still interesting to him in their make, but humans were even more so. Or maybe it was the fact this guy did walk and start talking to him as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and that was also quite rare.]
[ Minato has an affinity for those who weren't typically approached by the usual person. Despite having a quieter disposition, he has no reservations about striking up conversation with a stranger. ]
It was --
[ There are a couple of ways he could respond to that question. Minato chooses the answer that he thinks is least likely to alarm someone, even if that person had a fairly high tolerance for what was or wasn't out of the ordinary. After all, that very term is a subjective one. A person's norm could be another's abnormal, and the same was true for the other way around. ]
...I didn't live in a place like this. But they existed elsewhere.
[ Arisato Minato, after all, was a city boy. ]
It was a city, not a forest...
[ A little greenery here and there, but it was mostly building after building. ]
[ Ivan nodded, listening intently, his head resting in his hand. He could only imagine what it would be like to live in a place like that, where it was all real and naturally occurring. With real trees, skies, and fish.]
Somewhere with an atmosphere, then. I also lived in a city, but there were never things like this there.
[ He says it so casually that it seemed like a conversation he had many times in the past. All the children used to end up on different worlds all the time. His 'best friend' came from an ocean world. All sorts of things happened. ]
Only the ... school I went to had things like this, but it was all synthetic there.
[ Maybe this guy was an alien? Or... maybe he was from a universe that didn't resemble Earth at all. Minato looks over at his company, brows arched as he digests everything that's been shared.
Now that he's thinking about it, it's probably not very polite to ask someone if they were an alien... In fact, if this person really did come from space, or even a different planet, wasn't Minato the extraterrestrial in his eyes? ]
[ No means very little. His refusal is ignored along with every choice word out of his mouth. He was not going to avoid this. Escape attempts were thwarted by security. The only saving grace is the singular choice handed to him. He would not play the role that required him to wear that too-long dress, veil, and shoes that would make any future escape attempts impossible! That's why he instead ends up in a role that causes the film's director to be upset and lambast staff about poor casting.
And Till the dragon does not care. Fuck that guy! He didn't want to be here.
Angrily chewing on a sandwich (the free meals are probably the only good thing about all this), he watches the director continue on his mad tirade through the studio, attempting to save production. Rather than hang around and find out how the director plans to fix filming, Till decides walking around the sets would be a better experience than listening to some guy yell at everyone. Perhaps his opportunity to ditch this place would show up, or maybe there is another exit somewhere since the main one is now heavily guarded due to his previous antics.
A walk through what should be just a set turns out to be a stroll through a very real forest. The poor-quality costume he received is not doing him any favors. Yet, this is just as fascinating as the conservatory, and this time, he has yet to cross paths with anyone who could ruin this experience for him. That's why he doesn't turn back, and delights himself with looking at the different vegetation and taking note of the foliage. It would be good to attempt to recreate all these on paper. He wants to. He feels inspired enough to draw, yet knows that inevitable guilt kills all motivation.
The next best thing is picking some plants to take back with him.
Gathering some stems, some with blossoms of various colors, and a few leaves, he only pauses collecting when the heat overwhelms him. The costume is stupid, and right then, he considers ditching it. That should make it more obvious that he does not want to go along with any of this. Unzipping it takes a bit of effort, but he manages, and it's when he starts stepping out of it, his legs get caught in fabric until he finds himself off balance. Arms flailing, he grabs onto the closest thing. Or someone. ] Fuck!
[ The part of the bride was a strange one, he thought. He knew things about being married and having wives. His guardian bought him for his own wife. What Ivan couldn't say was that he truly knew anything about it beyond that the concept existed. Pets didn't do anything like that.
So to find himself shoved into the role of a bride, complete with shoes, dress, and the accessories to go with it, he didn't fight it. From what he read about the scenario, his understanding of love or getting married didn't matter, since it was simply a tool to facilitate production.
Ivan was walking back and forth, trying to get use to the very strange shoes they gave him, his mind set on finding a way to move around in the ensemble without breaking his ankle. It was during this with his eyes downcast to watch what he was doing when he heard a voice and turned to reach his arms out to catch what was falling into him.
Without a second more of thought, Ivan scooped the thing... person? Up into his arms for the sake of balance on those high heels, he was still getting used to standing it. Luckily for him, he remained steady, biceps bulging in the white silk arm bands that gracefully laid in folds around them. And it was once he was stable and situation passed that he registered just who he had gathered into his arms.
The first blink or two was utterly blank, devoid of emotion or reaction other than faint surprise at being knocked into. Why was it him? How could it be him? He couldn't show the complex emotions that were trying to make sense of themselves in his hollow chest, so did what he always did. The more genuine, blank look melted into a comfortable, practiced grin.]
[ His hand makes contact, then his fingers dig into white fabric, trying to get a grip and steady himself. All effort is unnecessary as strong arms lift him, and his immediate reaction is to attempt to make distance. The hand that sought to securely hold on to the stable form is now trying to push away from it, with Till forgetting why he reached out in the first place. There is a danger that he may be dropped, but that's not up for consideration when sudden closeness only instills instant discomfort.
He does not stop.
Until words are spoken in a familiar voice.
That's when Till stills, frozen in rising panic. He knows that voice. He knows it well. He has heard it countless times. He has heard it in song. He has heard it during his last performance. He heard it. He didn't listen to a plea. And he still hears it now. Often, when sleep eludes him, auditory hallucinations accompany him. There are familiar voices, mixed with unknown ones, but one person's voice is as constant as the images that flood his mind when he closes his eyes. That vivid red, bright enough to light a night sky ablaze. A red pool of blood at his feet.
He does not dare lift his gaze.
This cannot be real. This place has made him see things before. It has also created illusions so lifelike that he sometimes had to doubt his senses. Then why should this be any different? Someone who incurred a loss cannot return. The dead stay dead. Yet he cannot help but recall that meow meow mage speaking of medical treatment for the dead. It seemed silly then, ridiculous, and he even questioned her about it. Rather than receive a clear answer, he was told to find out for himself, and now he isn't sure if he wants to know. There is a horrible, nauseating feeling. It's guilt. Guilt for living, for being here. ]
You're fake... just disappear.
[ Yet this apparition is holding his weight. It's sturdy. Solid. His touch confirms that much. His hands press against the form he does not want to see. Until finally, he feels there is no other choice. Hesitantly, he lifts his gaze to look at him. Look at Ivan. ]
[ He didn't know what he was expecting Till to say or do, but that definitely wasn't it. The pushing and shoving was expected. The man in his arms was always full of fight. Till was known for his nature and his attitude. Ivan had tried to do what he could on his side to settle him and try to make his life easier, but it was an endeavor quickly let go of.
When he froze and refused to look at him, it twisted in his stomach something ugly. Logically, he understood why Till wasn't looking at him. He could imagine their last time seeing each other was still firm in his mind. As selfish as it was, Ivan was glad at least something of him stuck with Till.
The words were hurtful, but not in the sharp way Till's words could usually cut. So Ivan waits in silent, looking at the man in his arms until their eyes could meet. Ivan's face was as blank, robbed of any sorrow or mirth he could show for their reunion, a far more genuine expression for the sake of this impossibility. ]
If you do want me to put you down and leave, I'll go, but it will be slowly because these shoes are weird. Costuming has never given me things like this before.
[ Before Till could answer, Ivan does move to lower Till to the ground once again, letting him go once he was sure he would stand on his feet without falling.
He couldn't even feint surprise at Till rejection of his presence. It made sense. Ivan did pull a few inconceivably dumb stunts in order to make sure Till lived. Was this not just an evolution to what he deserved? It always happened this way. ]
[ A slow, deliberate tone is being used with him. Cautious as if he were some wild thing about to attack. How could he not lash out at this? Here, some weird apparition with a dead man's face holds him, talks to him, and now sets him down far too gently. He would have preferred to be dropped to the ground. Perhaps that shock would have made all this go away. He doesn't want to interact with someone he knows cannot be real. This man cannot be here.
Ivan is dead. Ivan died at his feet. He stood in a pool of water and blood. He saw the last glimmer of life leave those pitch black eyes. Ivan cannot be here now. There is no medical treatment for the dead. The dead remain dead. All this can only be an illusion. He should do something about his ever-worsening sleeping habits. It's not good for his mental health.
It's got him seeing things.
Feelings things. Things that should not be real.
Especially not—what the fuck kind of getup is that? Is that the thing they were offering him to wear before he opted for a different role? Why is he seeing him like this? Has he finally lost it? Maybe he is asleep now, which would explain why this all felt so real. Looking around their environment for an explanation, there is none. Perhaps he fell into one of those weird pods again?
Perhaps. Perhaps he isn't going to let go of this. It's the only familiar thing he has seen in a long time. The only vivid familiar hallucination in a long while. His hand grabs at the fabric of the dress's bodice. His nails dig into fabric. ] Costuming? What? Stop looking like that.
I assume I did die, yes, but the pain these high heels are giving me is also very real.
[ He supposes that answers one question hanging in his mind. Till remembered it vividly enough to hold it against him. Ivan had wondered what his reaction to the whole thing was. Although he was here, it was hard to tell what Till truly felt about the whole ordeal. Given the situation they were in, Ivan didn't want to ask those questions. It was a situation far away from the one they found themselves in at the moment.
Besides, he had started to realize that other 'humans' were not 'pets' in the same capacity they were. While Ivan wasn't the type to talk about himself, even innocuous mentions were alerting him that his understanding was not the same as what people here held.
As Till held onto him, Ivan's brows furrowed together, looking down at the way his nails drug at the fabric. ]
Are you planning to undress me, too? You must have learned some bad habits here.
[ Ivan's head turned, his arms dropping to the sides. Ever since he grew bigger and stronger than Till, he had given up fighting him, but the other pet never threatened to remove his clothes before. What an interesting first for their relationship. The dumb smile he gives Till spoke volumes about his contentment with this. The artist didn't come not immediately swinging. Ivan will take what wins he can get. ]
If I could stop looking like this, I would have changed it when we were kids. Unfortunately for the both of us, this continues to just be my face.
[Somehow, every other space has mostly been taken and he's not about to squeeze into a seat that's already occupied by two people. Yeah, no, feels like something that would just lead to him getting squished and... he's kind of tired for stuff like that right now. So, there's appreciative look that flashes on the teen's face, Scott taking the offer to sit down next to Ivan in a manner that's mostly respectable.
Kind of squished, because that's how this place is, but he'll offer his bag of popcorn?? The mutant plots it between them anyway, before leaning forward a little to watch the movie with a low amount of interest.
He's kind of glad for the conversation instead.]
Huh? [Some genuine curiosity.] Are you saying that you're used to acting in movies?
[ The popcorn was being stared at with interest. Curiously, he picks up a single piece, looking it over and checking the texture with his fingers as if encountering it for the first time. ]
Not anything as grand as movies. I was in commercials and modeling brand deals. Interviews, too, I suppose.
[ Once he was thoroughly sure he investigated the popcorn, he popped it in his mouth, tasting it finally. The strange theater snack was far more interesting to him than his own body of works were. In exchange, Ivan offered up the gummy's that he had previously investigated before gaining his company, setting the open back down next to the popcorn. ]
The sort of work that's been happening here is nothing like what I'm used to.
[Huh, dude's examining the popcorn rather carefully. Is he making sure it's the kind he likes?? Or something else? Somewhat odd, but Scott shrugs it off rather quickly, choosing instead to throw a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth without preamble. It's the buttery kind, nothing too special, but definitely good enough. Hopefully not laced with anything--]
Oh, so you're a model and stuff. [He nods, taking the explanation for what it is. He can see it, guess he's pretty good looking? Yeah. He definitely doesn't need to squint and tilt his head for that.] That's cool. This is my first time with... anything like this.
[Even though he's supposed to be prepared for it in the future? Maybe?? If he and the others want to repair human-mutant relations... they have to be public. A lot to think about, but luckily not fully right now, instead taking the gummy bear offered to him and also shoving that quickly in his mouth. Pretty good too, no notes.]
But uh, besides the porn industry, I don't think anyone is used to the stuff that's happened here. [He quirks a small smile.] You can say you hated it. I did.
[ Ivan looks to his new companion. Although his usual impassive expression doesn't change, that was an interesting thing to be told. He was allowed to express dissatisfaction with something work-related. Looking toward the screen for the moment of contemplation, he decides to wait until he truly knows if the feeling he got was 'dislike'. There were other things to question. ]
I have never heard that word before. Porn. Is that was all of that was?
[ The mild surprise in his tone sounded genuine, turning the term over in his head. Humans really did have a lot of colloquial terms he never learned in school. This might be more arduous than he anticipated. ]
Is it really as popular as this situation makes it seem?
[There's genuine surprise behind Scott's eyes hearing that (not that it's easy to see behind those glasses). Huh, this guy has really never heard of porn before? Despite working in the entertainment industry and being here? Well, okay. Cool? It's easy to assume that he's new to the casino now, a situation that Scott is sympathetic about. It can be really difficult. It honestly was for him.
He seems to be handling it okay though?]
Really? You've never heard of porn before? It's just... explicit sexual stuff sold to people to jerk off and whatever. [He has a way with words.]
But yeah, it's pretty popular where I'm from. And definitely popular here.
[He snorts admitting that. Yeah. This place shows nothing but porn movies in the theater they have here. Sucks. What if a teen just wants to watch a stupid action film without someone's penis right in the middle of the screen? Impossible asks apparently.] They really made you star in this stuff without even really telling you, huh?
[ It was becoming increasingly apparent to him that among all the people he's met, the way Ivan knows the world to be was not the way other humans knew it. More than that, knowing the place he ended up in was extremely keen on this sort of thing also told him he ended up somewhere strange.
Well, Ivan was nothing if not adaptable. The information would be put away in his mind for later. ]
The Segyein had very specific desires for certain humans. I wasn't used for product production, so the most they taught me was anatomy and very scientific explanations of the reproductive system and it's uses.
[ After a moment, he considered the name and decided a more colloquial term probably was better. ]
[ From a pile of blankets across the way, a young man yawns, flopping an arm over before finally deciding to crawl out of bed. He isn’t the type to sleep in normally, but some of the productions he’s been dragged into have gone late on filming—nothing he can’t handle, but definitely not conductive to his usual 6AM routine.
A social creature, the man with a wild mane of long, dark hair that falls over his face as he crawls out of the bunk’s bedding asks after another lionish yawn, ]
What don’t you get? If it’s the science and math stuff, don’t think about it, just say the words. That’s what I do.
[ He stands to stretch, wandering toward the tiny kitchenette to paw around for something to eat. What he finds is a whole potato—he stares at it, shrugs, and then takes a bite as if it were an apple. ]
[ There is a moment when Ivan turns his head to look at Rokurou and all he can do is stare. The long hair and unkempt appearance was a look he hadn't experienced seeing for quite some time. All he may have done was move from one spot to another, but Ivan was noting the way he moved and the way he stood, like he was examining something familiar, yet completely unknown.
He had almost forgotten to answer the questions posed while staring so intently, his expression impassive even when he bites into the potato, despite how much something in his soul was slightly disturbed by the action. He's never seen a potato before. Are you supposed to pick up random things and put it in your mouth? Was that just something done here?? ]
A lot of the terminology and what's being asked. I don't even think the word 'sex' is being used in the way I understand it.
[ Ivan leans to the side on his arm, continuing to watch the man he was sharing a trailer with. He had seen him come in and out, but didn't really think they'd ever have time to speak to one another like this. ]
If it was just math and science, I would be much better off.
[ Cronch, cronch, cronch… he noisily chews on the potato while watching the other man. He doesn’t mind the staring, figuring that this new colleague is simply besotted with how handsome and charming he is—an understandable reaction, seeing as Mother Rangetsu birthed only good-looking sons.
Though his causal ease is stiffened somewhat as a new, vague fear forms. Haha, no… it can’t be another guy who doesn’t know what a butthole is, or that kissing is a thing people do, right? One strange little goblin running around with zero world knowledge is already enough. Two? Unlikely. Impossible. He can not explain what a sphincter is to two different men.
… but unfortunately for himself, Rokurou is both the brotherly sort and instinctually makes bad life choices. ]
Alright, what’s confusing you? Or, uh, what do you already know?
[ Maybe he’s just a shy virgin! Everyone starts somewhere. ]
[ Just from reaction alone, Ivan couldn't tell what he was in for. It was easy to notice the way he stiffened, but Ivan was adept at noticing little changes in the people he was paying attention to. Was it weird to say he was trying to count the pulses in his neck. This is other man even have those? Did he?
Oh, right. He got so lost in identifying the changes in his demeanor that he almost forgot to wonder why this man suddenly fears whatever answer Ivan was going to give him. Was this a scary subject somehow?? ]
Sex as I understand it is just the physical identifier of chromosomes, but the way it's being used almost sounds closer to a slang term for product production. The rest of it is uncomprehensible. What is a blowjob supposed to be? Or ... any of the other words.
Anal is a term having to do with the anus, but I don't understand what is supposed to be happening to it when they only refer to it with one word...
[ He could go on, but it's pretty clear he's completely clueless about nearly all terms having to do with sex. ]
[ At first, the dumbfounded expression on Rokurou’s face is because … physical identifier of what? He’s from a time and a place where science is lacking, not to mention he’s only been trained in one very specific area. What the hell are chromosomes? Something to do with chrome…? How is shiny silver related to anything?
Then it’s because—as feared. Another person with a huge gap. At least this one seems to understand what basic body parts are, which is more than he can say about the different weird raccoon he adopted (said weird raccoon would probably be offended if he knew that a guy who isn’t sure if the earth is round or not is thinking this about him). Basic knowledge is there but he’s definitely a virgin. Maybe a church virgin.
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When two people like each other very much, and want to feel good, they touch each other in different ways. Both a blowjob and anal are ways to do that.
[ A helpful demonstration: unfurling his arms, he holds up one hand and raises index finger (👆). ]
Imagine this is your dick. [ hm. he looks at the guy’s long legs and swaps from his index finger to his middle finger (🖕)] This one’s your dick. Then…
[ The other hand goes up, and he makes a circle with his index finger and thumb (👌) before holding both hands forward for the other to see. ]
Imagine someone you like—this is their asshole. When you’re doing anal, you fuck their ass.
[ Please continue to enjoy the demonstration of a finger being repeatedly inserted into the hole (👉👌)]
Ivan | Alien Stage | New Character
[ All of this was unfamiliar to him on a surreal level. One moment he was... and then the next he was sitting in some glitzy trailer? He thinks? Lounging in a black velvet robe that left nothing to the imagination. The Garden or Guardians would never approve of things like this, he thought to himself while reading through scripts to the most salacious stories he's ever laid eyes on. They weren't pets used for production, after all. Many of the things he was reading or seeing as 'options' were the first time he was encountering the terms, not able to wrap his mind around them at all.
Ivan was, at his core, an idol. He knew this business as much as a human pet could know it. He knew what it was to have camera's on him every waking and sleeping moment. It showed in how he sat to keep the most private parts covered, while the top showed a little too much of the toned muscles he usually kept well covered. Another script was tossed onto a stack, Ivan drawing his arm back to his lap in contemplation. ]
I wonder if I'm supposed to understand the things happening in these...? They're almost uncomprehensible even to me, although I think I can get the idea.
[ Although he asked out loud, it was a question only to himself. He was used to being in front of the camera, but when what was being asked was so riddled with language he didn't know, his mind felt better served drifting off to other subjects. If he was really needed for this, someone would say something. ]
II. On Set
[ It took him time to make it to the empty sets while the crew wasn't rolling. It was interesting to see what this place was like and how it compared to the sets he was used to back where he used to be.
There was always a degree of ingenuity and creativity when it came to things like this that he had come to appreciate after being friends with people like Till, taking the time to appreciate set dressing and how things are constructed when there was time to look. Star Warblers wasn't as interesting in his eyes. He was far too used to what was being called 'Space Odyssey'. The Lord of the Wings was completely foreign to him, in comparison, and that is what drew him that way instead. The effect of foliage and trees looked very different from the attempts he had seen growing up, and found himself entranced with their simplistic but complicated beauty. ]
These look more like the ones in the books. I wonder if this is purely a fantasy set, or if places really used to look like this.
[ A person who has never experienced nature could only speculate, but he was walking from set to set, looking at everything as if he had sincerely lived under a rock his entire life. ]
III. Theatre
[ This was far out of his depth. Luxury was what it was. He was used to that. It was the fact that through this whole situation he had realized that everything, apart from the bird people, which was interesting in its own right, were humans who seemed used to the company of other humans. Humans who understood and held knowledge far beyond his own understanding. It was dizzying. I couldn't help but wonder if this was how Till usually felt.
Ivan laid in a bed-chair with one of his arms curled behind his head and the complementary bag of gummy candies open and resting on his chest, red-black eyes closed with the other side open for whomever wanted it. He may not say anything, but he does flash a brilliant, celebrity level smile should someone decide to join him. The spot was not being saved for anyone, and he will mention so if asked, motioning his hand to the open side as if to invite the other person to enjoy the movie with him if they so wished, cracking open one of his dark eyes to peer forward. ]
I'm a little embarrassed over the content, since it's not my usual work, but I'm not often invited to premiers. This is really fancy.
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II.
They didn't. ...at least, not where I'm from.
[ It was close enough though, and may as well be without the mystical air hanging in the atmosphere.
Minato crouches to run a few blades of grass between an index finger and his thumb. This set certainly felt real, but the tone of his company's musings gives him pause. He can't help but can't his head with a curious frown. ]
Is this the first forest you've ever seen...?
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He watches, at the very least, as Minato touched the grass, looking at the blade himself as he crouches next to him to take one between his fingers. ]
Yes, although it might be more accurate to say it's my first tree that looks more like pictures and passages. Even the grass feels different.
[ Drawing his hand back, his gaze drew upward again. ]
Whoever made this put more effort into it than the place I grew up did, at the very least. Although, you sound more like you've seen real nature.
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"Real nature"...?
[ Was this stranger from someplace that only had artificial trees? Minato stays crouched but looks up at the treetops with a small frown. He supposes this place was pretty picturesque, but the man's comment about the grass piques his curiosity. How different could blades of grass truly feel from one another? Each blade was always cool against skin and a little waxy to the touch, wasn't it? ]
I guess I've seen real grass and trees like this before, yeah.
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Although now he was just watching the man next to him instead of the trees. They were still interesting to him in their make, but humans were even more so. Or maybe it was the fact this guy did walk and start talking to him as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and that was also quite rare.]
What was the place you came from like?
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It was --
[ There are a couple of ways he could respond to that question. Minato chooses the answer that he thinks is least likely to alarm someone, even if that person had a fairly high tolerance for what was or wasn't out of the ordinary. After all, that very term is a subjective one. A person's norm could be another's abnormal, and the same was true for the other way around. ]
...I didn't live in a place like this. But they existed elsewhere.
[ Arisato Minato, after all, was a city boy. ]
It was a city, not a forest...
[ A little greenery here and there, but it was mostly building after building. ]
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Somewhere with an atmosphere, then. I also lived in a city, but there were never things like this there.
[ He says it so casually that it seemed like a conversation he had many times in the past. All the children used to end up on different worlds all the time. His 'best friend' came from an ocean world. All sorts of things happened. ]
Only the ... school I went to had things like this, but it was all synthetic there.
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Are you from space?
[ Maybe this guy was an alien? Or... maybe he was from a universe that didn't resemble Earth at all. Minato looks over at his company, brows arched as he digests everything that's been shared.
Now that he's thinking about it, it's probably not very polite to ask someone if they were an alien... In fact, if this person really did come from space, or even a different planet, wasn't Minato the extraterrestrial in his eyes? ]
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And Till the dragon does not care. Fuck that guy! He didn't want to be here.
Angrily chewing on a sandwich (the free meals are probably the only good thing about all this), he watches the director continue on his mad tirade through the studio, attempting to save production. Rather than hang around and find out how the director plans to fix filming, Till decides walking around the sets would be a better experience than listening to some guy yell at everyone. Perhaps his opportunity to ditch this place would show up, or maybe there is another exit somewhere since the main one is now heavily guarded due to his previous antics.
A walk through what should be just a set turns out to be a stroll through a very real forest. The poor-quality costume he received is not doing him any favors. Yet, this is just as fascinating as the conservatory, and this time, he has yet to cross paths with anyone who could ruin this experience for him. That's why he doesn't turn back, and delights himself with looking at the different vegetation and taking note of the foliage. It would be good to attempt to recreate all these on paper. He wants to. He feels inspired enough to draw, yet knows that inevitable guilt kills all motivation.
The next best thing is picking some plants to take back with him.
Gathering some stems, some with blossoms of various colors, and a few leaves, he only pauses collecting when the heat overwhelms him. The costume is stupid, and right then, he considers ditching it. That should make it more obvious that he does not want to go along with any of this. Unzipping it takes a bit of effort, but he manages, and it's when he starts stepping out of it, his legs get caught in fabric until he finds himself off balance. Arms flailing, he grabs onto the closest thing. Or someone. ] Fuck!
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So to find himself shoved into the role of a bride, complete with shoes, dress, and the accessories to go with it, he didn't fight it. From what he read about the scenario, his understanding of love or getting married didn't matter, since it was simply a tool to facilitate production.
Ivan was walking back and forth, trying to get use to the very strange shoes they gave him, his mind set on finding a way to move around in the ensemble without breaking his ankle. It was during this with his eyes downcast to watch what he was doing when he heard a voice and turned to reach his arms out to catch what was falling into him.
Without a second more of thought, Ivan scooped the thing... person? Up into his arms for the sake of balance on those high heels, he was still getting used to standing it. Luckily for him, he remained steady, biceps bulging in the white silk arm bands that gracefully laid in folds around them. And it was once he was stable and situation passed that he registered just who he had gathered into his arms.
The first blink or two was utterly blank, devoid of emotion or reaction other than faint surprise at being knocked into. Why was it him? How could it be him? He couldn't show the complex emotions that were trying to make sense of themselves in his hollow chest, so did what he always did. The more genuine, blank look melted into a comfortable, practiced grin.]
Are you alright?
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He does not stop.
Until words are spoken in a familiar voice.
That's when Till stills, frozen in rising panic. He knows that voice. He knows it well. He has heard it countless times. He has heard it in song. He has heard it during his last performance. He heard it. He didn't listen to a plea. And he still hears it now. Often, when sleep eludes him, auditory hallucinations accompany him. There are familiar voices, mixed with unknown ones, but one person's voice is as constant as the images that flood his mind when he closes his eyes. That vivid red, bright enough to light a night sky ablaze. A red pool of blood at his feet.
He does not dare lift his gaze.
This cannot be real. This place has made him see things before. It has also created illusions so lifelike that he sometimes had to doubt his senses. Then why should this be any different? Someone who incurred a loss cannot return. The dead stay dead. Yet he cannot help but recall that meow meow mage speaking of medical treatment for the dead. It seemed silly then, ridiculous, and he even questioned her about it. Rather than receive a clear answer, he was told to find out for himself, and now he isn't sure if he wants to know. There is a horrible, nauseating feeling. It's guilt. Guilt for living, for being here. ]
You're fake... just disappear.
[ Yet this apparition is holding his weight. It's sturdy. Solid. His touch confirms that much. His hands press against the form he does not want to see. Until finally, he feels there is no other choice. Hesitantly, he lifts his gaze to look at him. Look at Ivan. ]
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When he froze and refused to look at him, it twisted in his stomach something ugly. Logically, he understood why Till wasn't looking at him. He could imagine their last time seeing each other was still firm in his mind. As selfish as it was, Ivan was glad at least something of him stuck with Till.
The words were hurtful, but not in the sharp way Till's words could usually cut. So Ivan waits in silent, looking at the man in his arms until their eyes could meet. Ivan's face was as blank, robbed of any sorrow or mirth he could show for their reunion, a far more genuine expression for the sake of this impossibility. ]
If you do want me to put you down and leave, I'll go, but it will be slowly because these shoes are weird. Costuming has never given me things like this before.
[ Before Till could answer, Ivan does move to lower Till to the ground once again, letting him go once he was sure he would stand on his feet without falling.
He couldn't even feint surprise at Till rejection of his presence. It made sense. Ivan did pull a few inconceivably dumb stunts in order to make sure Till lived. Was this not just an evolution to what he deserved? It always happened this way. ]
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Ivan is dead. Ivan died at his feet. He stood in a pool of water and blood. He saw the last glimmer of life leave those pitch black eyes. Ivan cannot be here now. There is no medical treatment for the dead. The dead remain dead. All this can only be an illusion. He should do something about his ever-worsening sleeping habits. It's not good for his mental health.
It's got him seeing things.
Feelings things. Things that should not be real.
Especially not—what the fuck kind of getup is that? Is that the thing they were offering him to wear before he opted for a different role? Why is he seeing him like this? Has he finally lost it? Maybe he is asleep now, which would explain why this all felt so real. Looking around their environment for an explanation, there is none. Perhaps he fell into one of those weird pods again?
Perhaps. Perhaps he isn't going to let go of this. It's the only familiar thing he has seen in a long time. The only vivid familiar hallucination in a long while. His hand grabs at the fabric of the dress's bodice. His nails dig into fabric. ] Costuming? What? Stop looking like that.
You're dead. That's why you cannot be real.
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[ He supposes that answers one question hanging in his mind. Till remembered it vividly enough to hold it against him. Ivan had wondered what his reaction to the whole thing was. Although he was here, it was hard to tell what Till truly felt about the whole ordeal. Given the situation they were in, Ivan didn't want to ask those questions. It was a situation far away from the one they found themselves in at the moment.
Besides, he had started to realize that other 'humans' were not 'pets' in the same capacity they were. While Ivan wasn't the type to talk about himself, even innocuous mentions were alerting him that his understanding was not the same as what people here held.
As Till held onto him, Ivan's brows furrowed together, looking down at the way his nails drug at the fabric. ]
Are you planning to undress me, too? You must have learned some bad habits here.
[ Ivan's head turned, his arms dropping to the sides. Ever since he grew bigger and stronger than Till, he had given up fighting him, but the other pet never threatened to remove his clothes before. What an interesting first for their relationship. The dumb smile he gives Till spoke volumes about his contentment with this. The artist didn't come not immediately swinging. Ivan will take what wins he can get. ]
If I could stop looking like this, I would have changed it when we were kids. Unfortunately for the both of us, this continues to just be my face.
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Kind of squished, because that's how this place is, but he'll offer his bag of popcorn?? The mutant plots it between them anyway, before leaning forward a little to watch the movie with a low amount of interest.
He's kind of glad for the conversation instead.]
Huh? [Some genuine curiosity.] Are you saying that you're used to acting in movies?
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Not anything as grand as movies. I was in commercials and modeling brand deals. Interviews, too, I suppose.
[ Once he was thoroughly sure he investigated the popcorn, he popped it in his mouth, tasting it finally. The strange theater snack was far more interesting to him than his own body of works were. In exchange, Ivan offered up the gummy's that he had previously investigated before gaining his company, setting the open back down next to the popcorn. ]
The sort of work that's been happening here is nothing like what I'm used to.
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Oh, so you're a model and stuff. [He nods, taking the explanation for what it is. He can see it, guess he's pretty good looking? Yeah. He definitely doesn't need to squint and tilt his head for that.] That's cool. This is my first time with... anything like this.
[Even though he's supposed to be prepared for it in the future? Maybe?? If he and the others want to repair human-mutant relations... they have to be public. A lot to think about, but luckily not fully right now, instead taking the gummy bear offered to him and also shoving that quickly in his mouth. Pretty good too, no notes.]
But uh, besides the porn industry, I don't think anyone is used to the stuff that's happened here. [He quirks a small smile.] You can say you hated it. I did.
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I have never heard that word before. Porn. Is that was all of that was?
[ The mild surprise in his tone sounded genuine, turning the term over in his head. Humans really did have a lot of colloquial terms he never learned in school. This might be more arduous than he anticipated. ]
Is it really as popular as this situation makes it seem?
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He seems to be handling it okay though?]
Really? You've never heard of porn before? It's just... explicit sexual stuff sold to people to jerk off and whatever. [He has a way with words.]
But yeah, it's pretty popular where I'm from. And definitely popular here.
[He snorts admitting that. Yeah. This place shows nothing but porn movies in the theater they have here. Sucks. What if a teen just wants to watch a stupid action film without someone's penis right in the middle of the screen? Impossible asks apparently.] They really made you star in this stuff without even really telling you, huh?
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Well, Ivan was nothing if not adaptable. The information would be put away in his mind for later. ]
The Segyein had very specific desires for certain humans. I wasn't used for product production, so the most they taught me was anatomy and very scientific explanations of the reproductive system and it's uses.
[ After a moment, he considered the name and decided a more colloquial term probably was better. ]
The Aliens, I should say.
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I!
A social creature, the man with a wild mane of long, dark hair that falls over his face as he crawls out of the bunk’s bedding asks after another lionish yawn, ]
What don’t you get? If it’s the science and math stuff, don’t think about it, just say the words. That’s what I do.
[ He stands to stretch, wandering toward the tiny kitchenette to paw around for something to eat. What he finds is a whole potato—he stares at it, shrugs, and then takes a bite as if it were an apple. ]
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He had almost forgotten to answer the questions posed while staring so intently, his expression impassive even when he bites into the potato, despite how much something in his soul was slightly disturbed by the action. He's never seen a potato before. Are you supposed to pick up random things and put it in your mouth? Was that just something done here?? ]
A lot of the terminology and what's being asked. I don't even think the word 'sex' is being used in the way I understand it.
[ Ivan leans to the side on his arm, continuing to watch the man he was sharing a trailer with. He had seen him come in and out, but didn't really think they'd ever have time to speak to one another like this. ]
If it was just math and science, I would be much better off.
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Though his causal ease is stiffened somewhat as a new, vague fear forms. Haha, no… it can’t be another guy who doesn’t know what a butthole is, or that kissing is a thing people do, right? One strange little goblin running around with zero world knowledge is already enough. Two? Unlikely. Impossible. He can not explain what a sphincter is to two different men.
… but unfortunately for himself, Rokurou is both the brotherly sort and instinctually makes bad life choices. ]
Alright, what’s confusing you? Or, uh, what do you already know?
[ Maybe he’s just a shy virgin! Everyone starts somewhere. ]
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Oh, right. He got so lost in identifying the changes in his demeanor that he almost forgot to wonder why this man suddenly fears whatever answer Ivan was going to give him. Was this a scary subject somehow?? ]
Sex as I understand it is just the physical identifier of chromosomes, but the way it's being used almost sounds closer to a slang term for product production. The rest of it is uncomprehensible. What is a blowjob supposed to be? Or ... any of the other words.
Anal is a term having to do with the anus, but I don't understand what is supposed to be happening to it when they only refer to it with one word...
[ He could go on, but it's pretty clear he's completely clueless about nearly all terms having to do with sex. ]
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Then it’s because—as feared. Another person with a huge gap. At least this one seems to understand what basic body parts are, which is more than he can say about the different weird raccoon he adopted (said weird raccoon would probably be offended if he knew that a guy who isn’t sure if the earth is round or not is thinking this about him). Basic knowledge is there but he’s definitely a virgin. Maybe a church virgin.
Rokurou sighs, polishes off his potato with one last cronch, and then crosses his arms over his chest. With an air of gravity, he explains, ]
When two people like each other very much, and want to feel good, they touch each other in different ways. Both a blowjob and anal are ways to do that.
[ A helpful demonstration: unfurling his arms, he holds up one hand and raises index finger (👆). ]
Imagine this is your dick. [ hm. he looks at the guy’s long legs and swaps from his index finger to his middle finger (🖕)] This one’s your dick. Then…
[ The other hand goes up, and he makes a circle with his index finger and thumb (👌) before holding both hands forward for the other to see. ]
Imagine someone you like—this is their asshole. When you’re doing anal, you fuck their ass.
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… it feels pretty good.