【 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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[ At first she thought it might just be some trick of the light, but as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her bleary eyes ... no, the walls were definitely a different color. The walls were painted differently, the bed she was laying on was entirely new to her, none of the furniture had even a passing resemblance to the pieces that decorated her bedroom -- the dimensions of the room were completely wrong.
[ This ... this wasn't her room.
[ This wasn't her room, and the sheer, black, lace-trimmed robe she was wearing wasn't the pajamas she had gone to sleep in.
[ Where was she? How did she get here? Who or what had brought her here?
[ She had no answers for any of those questions, and as that realization settled in she began to feel her chest tightening with anxiety. She looked around the room, desperately scanning her surroundings for anything familiar that might ground her or anything that could clue her in on what was happening … but what caught her eye wasn’t actually inside the room.
[ Outside the nearby window was the head of a massive chicken - sitting atop what appeared to be broad, human shoulders - staring directly at her through the glass.
[ And seeing that, Makoto takes the only reasonable course of action:
[ She screams, launching herself backwards off the bed towards the wall opposite the window, because what the HELL is that?! ]
2. Actor Resume
MAKOTO NIIJIMA
Height: 164cm Age: 18 Eye color: Red Hair color: Brown
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• The smart but demure girl next door! • The diligent, hard-working leader! • The beautiful but fearsome queen!
KINKS & FETISHES
• Praise • Light BDSM • Fighting for Top
SPECIAL SKILLS
• Martial Arts training • Proficient with handguns • Stunt driving • Deductive reasoning & sharp memory
3. (Possessed) Wardrobe
[ By the time that Makoto finally steps out of her trailer, she’s a little calmer. She still isn’t entirely sure what’s going on, but she’s at least had a little time to get her bearings and compose herself … though that composure is being sorely tested.
[ Apparently, she’s been cast in a movie – a leading role as ‘The Dragon Lord’ in a fantasy film called “Lord of the Wings.” How exactly this happened, she has no idea, but no matter how firmly she insisted that she wasn’t an actress, the production crew was adamant that she was perfect for the part and that the movie needed her desperately, and under that combination of flattery and pressure, she eventually relented.
[ She was a little disappointed in herself for giving in … but maybe this could still serve a practical purpose. Playing along gave her a chance to gather information about this place, The Golden Peacock according to the watch on her wrist, and why and how she’d wound up here. In the best case scenario, she might be able to simply leave - or wake up, if this was some bizarre dream - once she’d completed her part. At worst, she’d have a better sense of how she might escape.
[ If this was a Palace, and what else could it be if it wasn’t a dream, there had to be an exit. The sooner she found it, the sooner she could go home, and she needed to go home. Sis needed her help, the others needed her help, and she couldn't afford to waste time here - wherever here really was.
[ She tried to push that out of her mind. If she wasn’t focused, it was going to be that much harder to escape and get back to the things that mattered. Try as she might, though … maintaining focus was difficult once she arrived at wardrobe and actually saw the costume they wanted her to wear.
[ The scaly headdress and prosthetic horns and tail fit within her expectations, but all that was on the mannequin next to it were prosthetic scales meant to be applied to skin, shaped into something that loosely resembled a strapless, one-piece bathing suit without any material to cover someone’s stomach or cleavage. ]
Wh-what …?
[ This can not be right. ]
4. HMU
[ There she was.
[ Sitting in the makeup chair, her robe over her full costume in an attempt to preserve some kind of modesty, face flushed bright red as she reads over the script that was handed to her once she’d been convinced into her wardrobe … though “script” felt a little generous considering that it was just one page.
[ But even though it was brief, there was still more than enough on that page to shock her into mortified silence.
[ 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.
[The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes.
[only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
[ She physically jumped in her seat when she heard footsteps approaching. ]
Th-this has to be some kind of mistake. I am not doing any of this!
5. Roll Cameras!
[ By the time that director called “Action!” those reservations were a distant memory, swept aside as costume’s possession set in.
[ When Makoto stepped out from behind one of the crystal cave’s walls, ready to greet the warriors in the heart of the Dragon Lord’s lair, so much brazen confidence radiated from her she might as well have actually owned the place. ]
So, you’ve arrived at last! [ She sneers, looking the nearest would-be hero up and down. ] I didn’t think you’d make it this far … though perhaps you’re made of sterner stuff than I thought.
6. Wildcard!
[ Feel free to start something new if none of the above jump out at you. You could run into her on her way to wardrobe, at the premiere, on one of the indie films … if you’re not sure about what or you want to plot something out, feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk at The_Raging_Nerd!
[ I haven’t put together a kinklist yet, but Makoto is 18 and I play her with a slight lean towards f/f for any sexual situations, though I’d prefer not to go all the way on the TDM and cap things at makeouts and heavy petting until she’s actually in the game.
[ For any canonmates, I'm taking her from shortly after the start of Sae’s Palace … because, y’know, why not make this as stressful as possible for her. ]
[Akira is. . . obviously not meant for the life of a star. not with the way he keeps getting passed over for roles in these elaborate new blockbusters with the excuse of being "too average." that's an insult that would cut through the heart of any fledgling thespian. . . though honestly? he doesn't mind it! Akira thinks it's actually kind of funny, especially since he hadn't signed up to be scouted in the first place. and if the Golden Peacock was finally going to leave him (mostly) alone while it tried to lure others into that faux-Hollywood lifestyle, then he'd take the peace and quiet. sometimes it pays to fly under the radar!]
[. . .]
[to. . . mostly fly under the radar]
[unfortunately, his otherwise plain appearance doesn't go completely unnoticed, as these production crews need assistants to cater to their talent, don't they? on more the one occasion, poor Akira finds himself recruited to tend to the cast's whims by bringing them snacks, coffee, bottles of water, or anything else they might desire. this. . . was one such occasion]
[nobody gives him a name of the next Dragon Lord to be. they only describe her as "fierce" and "powerful." proper traits for a Dragon Lord of a blockbuster movie, he supposes? but that's why he is only half paying attention when the director calls the scene, head thrown back slightly as he sips on some water, only partially interested in everything going on around him]
[. . . and then the "Dragon Lord" waltzes out from behind a cave wall, and. . .]
[his spittake is so loud there's no way it doesn't somehow make it onto the footage. a few other members of the staff give him disgusted looks, while another grumbles Can't you keep it to yourself until the scene is finished? under their breath. but Akira can't help himself. can't help the way he stares in open-mouthed shock, knuckles pressed against his lips, features slack. this?? is the new Dragon Lord???]
[ And for the first few seconds, Makoto is also wondering why someone had just ruined her take. Her head whips around, tail angrily lashing behind her as she scanned the surrounding faces to see who'd had the audacity to interrupt the Dragon Lord--
[ Wait, she knows that voice. ]
Akira?!
[ As soon as she sees him, her entire demeanor changes. The arms akimbo bravado she'd been carrying herself with drains away in an instant, replaced with an even mix of relief and confusion. Forgetting the scene entirely, she quickly jogs across the set towards the familiar face. Her eyes stay fixed on him as she closes the distance - scrutinizing him for out-of-place details that might suggest it wasn't actually him, while also looking for any sign of injury or mistreatment that he might have suffered to confirm he was alright if it was. ]
Is it really you?
[ It looked and sounded like him, but everything she'd seen up to his point had been so surreal ... ]
[Akira completely ignores the frustrated grumblings of the crew (Great, now we have to re-shoot the scene!) to meet Makoto halfway, one hand extended, fingers reaching for her shoulder. there's relief in his eyes and a lopsided smile on his lips-- genuine happiness at seeing her again, after so many months apart-- but. . . it's all edged with a slight bit of anxiety, too. a visible concern that slants his brows, that draws tight tension to the set of his jaw and the slopes of his shoulders]
[. . . though once Akira notices what she is wearing. . . he stops just short of actually touching her, jerking his hand back with a light flush to his cheeks, knowing better to breach the personal boundaries of someone who is so scantily clad and also?? probably?? very confused about where she is?]
It's me. [a firm reassurance, before he launches into a whirlwind of questions] Are you okay? How long have you been here?
[ Even though he's smiling, she can see it on his face and in his posture as he comes up to meet her. Considering everything she's heard about this "resort" already, she understands why ... but seeing him looking concerned makes her own anxieties feel just a little more tangible, even if she knows she isn't going to be facing them alone.
[ Her mind is pulled away from that train of thought by the sudden shift when they're face to face -- the way he blushes and pulls his hand away before it can settle on her shoulder. She's visibly confused for a moment ... and then she remembers what she looks like right now.
[ How she could have forgotten her "costume," she's not entirely sure, but she seemingly had, at least for a few minutes. Now that she's aware of it again, her posture closes off - arms crossing in front of her to give herself some meager cover. ]
I would appreciate that ...
[ ... ]
I woke up here this morning. I'm ... I'm a little shaken, but I'm alright. What about you?
[it's hard for Akira not to be worried upon seeing another one of his most precious people dragged into the stupid resort's whims!! especially when he can't imagine she chose the Dragon Lord's costume for herself? with a sharp exhale, Akira shrugs off his jacket, holding it out for Makoto to take so she can at least pretend at a bit of modesty. he can already feel his hackles rising, prickling at the back of his neck, sharp and defensive]
[focus, Kurusu]
[from behind him the director grumbles-- Hey, PA! Move out of the way so we can restart the shoot! Akira's response is quick]
-- sorry! Miss Dragon Lord has requested a short break. Give her ten minutes.
[and then he turns his attention back towards his thief, gesturing towards the set's exit, where they can find a bit of privacy in one of the empty honeywagons]
I've been here for a few months now, so I'm all right. Let's focus on getting you up to speed, okay?
[ She most certainly did not choose this for herself, and while she's not going to feel at ease until she's wearing actual clothing again, she's at least a little more comfortable once she's slipped the jacket on and pulled it closed around herself.
[ She follows his gesture towards the exit and nods, falling into step alongside him as the director as the director calls out that 'Apparently, we're taking ten!' ]
When I ran into Yusuke at the makeup station, he said that he's been here for some time as well ...
[ Despite Akira's insistence, there's still some concern in her voice and expression as they walk. She's sure that some of the tension she can see him carrying is anger on her behalf - at the fact that she's been brought here in the first place, and the uncomfortable position it's put her in - but if he's been stuck here for months, she's sure he's had similar, if not worse experiences ...
[ Him, Yusuke, and everyone else that's gotten stuck here, and that thought infuriates her. ]
[ Other guests might put up a bigger fight over suddenly getting whisked from their suite to one of the honeywagons. Or at the very least, those with perfectly comfortable quarters might be a little displeased. These trailers were probably way nicer than the lower rank suites...
It doesn't really matter to Minato where he rests his head. If the resort wants to temporarily move him into one of the trailers, that's cool too. So here he is, napping away in his pajamas, except, there's someone in his shared trailer... shrieking? Ow.
He rolls over in his bed and blinks blearily at the screaming girl. Minato lets out a yawn, sits up, and pushes the covers off him to see what's up. Following her gaze reveals -- oh. Oh that's a person. That's a person with a chicken-head for a head.
Minato makes a thoughtful sound before sliding out of bed, meandering to the window and drawing the curtains shut. There. No more chicken-heads.
And then he's wandering back to his bed, sliding under the covers again to get more shut-eye. Good night. ]
[ Disoriented and otherwise preoccupied, Makoto was totally unaware that she wasn't alone in the room right up until the boy in the other bed yawned and sat-up ... a realization that she didn't exactly have the composure to accept gracefully in her current, highly anxious state.
[ She moves on instinct, taking a step back as he climbs out of his bed, hands snapping up and feet spreading to shoulder-width as she drops into a practiced fighting stance, ready to defend herself ...
[ And then he simply walks past her, shuts the curtains on that ... thing outside, and trudges back to bed as if all of this was the most mundane thing in the world.
[ It's so jarringly nonchalant that she can't even process it at first. She just stares at him for a few seconds, completely dumbfounded as he climbs into bed and pulls the covers back over himself.
[ When she recovers enough to actually think again, she tries to take stock of her situation. Whoever he is, he doesn't seem to be hostile towards her - at least not overtly so. Whatever that creature outside was didn't seem to bother him either, which suggested that he either hadn't woken up enough to realize that this wasn't a dream, or he understood whatever was going on better than she did. That begs the question ... ]
Who are you? [ A little stumble at the very beginning, but there's enough force behind those words to make it clear that this is a demand even she isn't snapping at him. ] And what on Earth is that thing outside?
[ A sharp question before he can drift off again. Minato rolls over from his side to lie on his back, eyes open again. ]
Don't know, but... weird things happen here sometimes.
[ That week with the ghostly heartbeat echoing through the resort was pretty bizarre. Almost as bizarre as people walking around with chicken heads in the place of their actual heads.
Minato sits up and looks over at his company. That's... quite the robe she's wearing. Also pretty normal though, for a place like the Golden Peacock. ]
Arisato Minato.
[ ... ]
I've been here for a couple of months now.
[ He casts a glance at the dark silhouette of an odd "man" outside. Whatever the creature may be, it doesn't seem to be hostile. It's not moving away from the window either. ...well, as long as it leaves them alone, Minato doesn't have any complaints. ]
[ Bad news for Makoto. Note to self: don't let her know there are some people who've been trapped for over a year.
As for whether they were being "kept" here... well, truth be told, Minato asked the same question of others upon his initial arrival. They'd all given him the same response. ]
I don't think so.
[ Not that he'd ever personally tried to leave. If everyone said there wasn't a way out, then it seemed unlikely that an exit actually existed. ]
[ That last sentence slams into her with an almost physical force. Her eyes go wide, her mouth hangs open ... and after processing that for a second, she shakes her head. ]
No ... no, there has to be a way out.
[ And while that's true on a practical level considering that someone brought her here somehow, it's as much her trying to convince herself of that to keep herself from panicking as it is a show of determination. ]
[ and here is haru in... practically a chainmail bikini, with way more skin showing than she'd regularly show ]
[ she points at makoto dramatically, overacting her little heart out ]
Of course! I'm the Beauty Warrior [ she's just doubling down on it now after blurting it out accidentally ] and I've come to stop your evil deeds! I---
[ she's almost through the monologue when she realizes it's makoto ]
[ It's strange ... Makoto was looking directly at Haru the whole time, but the fact that it was Haru didn't seem to register until she heard her own name. The moment she did, the 'Dragon Lord' demeanor disappeared completely -- like some kind of spell was broken. ]
What ...?
[ "What are you doing here?", "What are you wearing?, ... Makoto has more than a few questions, but her brain doesn't fully settle on one before she simply blurts out the vague interrogative.
[ Either way, the scene has completely derailed again. That prompts a few scattered groans from the crew, which in turn earns a glare from Makoto before her attention shifts back to Haru. ]
Ignore them. It's ... It's good to see you, Haru.
[ Though, if she had her choice, neither of them would be here. ]
Akira said there were more of us, but I didn't expect to run into anyone else so quickly.
[ likewise, haru seems to snap out of whatever she's doing, and a combination of both embarrassment and pure happiness to see makoto sparks across her expression ]
Mako-chan!
[ she repeats, and she appears to abandon her role completely (much to the chagrin of the staff surrounding them) to beam at the other girl ]
Oh, I'm so glad to see you! Ah, my apologies, I don't mean I'm glad you're in this situation, but just.... seeing you is so nice.
[ even if she's dressed up at the dragon lord. haru does ignore the production crew to reach for makoto's hands. maybe they'll fix it in post ]
[ Maybe they'll fix it in post, maybe they won't. Makoto isn't overly concerned either way - right now, she's far more focused on the simple comfort of being able to reach out and take her friend's hands. ]
Yes. [ She nods. ] I just woke up in one of the trailers outside a few hours ago.
[ She's just going to leave the part where she was jump-scared by a giant, window-peeping bird-man by the wayside for now. ]
[ they continue complaining as the girls ignore them to enact their shoujo moment, with haru giving makoto's hands a gentle little squeeze. it's selfish to be so happy to see her, but... she'd missed her. ]
Oh, I see.... You're so strong as always, Mako-chan, for keeping such a cool head in these unusual circumstances.
[ to say the least! yikes!!! ]
Um, not long, compared to Yusuke and Akira... but around a month and a half, I think.
That might be giving me a bit too much credit ... The other person sharing my trailer was kind enough to help talk me through the initial panic. And it definitely helps to know that I'm not alone.
[ Makoto squeezes Haru's hands back. She believes that they can find a way out here together. Whatever the Golden Peacock throws at them in the meantime ... they can weather that together, too.
[ Though she still looks a little crestfallen at the thought that Haru had been here a whole month. ]
[By this time, Yusuke is exhausted and almost half asleep on his legs. He's become the pure definition of being 'run ragged'. No, he's not here to be a scene partner, but to put artistic, REALISTIC, dragon make-up on whoever is sitting in the chair as they will be "ruling the scene".
He doesn't even catch her voice, or whatever she said or asked, just dumps several bags and cases of makeup on the vanity table next to her, and starts rolling up his sleeves.]
No blinking, no moving, no complaining, if you're allergic to body paints, you should leave and choose a different role, I am not discussing anything with anyone---
[---Yusuke continues to ramble off the rules he had to set up so he can get ANY work done. He looks... older. Hair a bit longer, in ponytail, wearing a button-up shirt that looks like it was neat, pressed, and without makeup stains 18 hours earlier.]
this isn't even close to the worst part of her day so far, you have nothing to apologize for
[ Having someone she actually recognizes appear so suddenly and without any warning is a shock ... but so is the fact that Yusuke looks visibly older than he had the last time they saw each other less than twelve hours ago. She'd been told that time could move differently here, but actually seeing proof of that in a familiar face was incredibly jarring. ]
[ She'd already wondered if this was some sort of bad dream or some new locale of the cognitive world more than once. Him seemingly materializing out of thin air was surreal enough to be disorienting, even though she already had an explanation for the difference in his appearance. ]
Are you alright? [ She leans forward, reaching out to grab one of his hands and looking him over with obvious concern. ] How long have you been here?
[He's trying his best not to panic because they both are supposed to be "working" but neither of them is- he really doesn't want to!! -so he lets her take his hands, but sneaks a glance over his shoulder to make sure no one is coming their way so that they can talk.]
In general, yes. [He sighs, and gives Makoto's hands a squeeze.] I hope they didn't hassle you too much.
[...he doesn't like to think how long he's been here, but he won't keep her in the dark about it.] For a while now. A little over a year. [And only recently have the rest of the thieves shown up.]
Makoto Niijima | Persona 5 Royal | New Character
[ The first thing Makoto noticed was the walls.
[ They were the wrong color.
[ At first she thought it might just be some trick of the light, but as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her bleary eyes ... no, the walls were definitely a different color. The walls were painted differently, the bed she was laying on was entirely new to her, none of the furniture had even a passing resemblance to the pieces that decorated her bedroom -- the dimensions of the room were completely wrong.
[ This ... this wasn't her room.
[ This wasn't her room, and the sheer, black, lace-trimmed robe she was wearing wasn't the pajamas she had gone to sleep in.
[ Where was she? How did she get here? Who or what had brought her here?
[ She had no answers for any of those questions, and as that realization settled in she began to feel her chest tightening with anxiety. She looked around the room, desperately scanning her surroundings for anything familiar that might ground her or anything that could clue her in on what was happening … but what caught her eye wasn’t actually inside the room.
[ Outside the nearby window was the head of a massive chicken - sitting atop what appeared to be broad, human shoulders - staring directly at her through the glass.
[ And seeing that, Makoto takes the only reasonable course of action:
[ She screams, launching herself backwards off the bed towards the wall opposite the window, because what the HELL is that?! ]
2. Actor Resume
Height: 164cm
Age: 18
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Brown
• The smart but demure girl next door!
• The diligent, hard-working leader!
• The beautiful but fearsome queen!
• Praise
• Light BDSM
• Fighting for Top
• Martial Arts training
• Proficient with handguns
• Stunt driving
• Deductive reasoning & sharp memory
3. (Possessed) Wardrobe
[ By the time that Makoto finally steps out of her trailer, she’s a little calmer. She still isn’t entirely sure what’s going on, but she’s at least had a little time to get her bearings and compose herself … though that composure is being sorely tested.
[ Apparently, she’s been cast in a movie – a leading role as ‘The Dragon Lord’ in a fantasy film called “Lord of the Wings.” How exactly this happened, she has no idea, but no matter how firmly she insisted that she wasn’t an actress, the production crew was adamant that she was perfect for the part and that the movie needed her desperately, and under that combination of flattery and pressure, she eventually relented.
[ She was a little disappointed in herself for giving in … but maybe this could still serve a practical purpose. Playing along gave her a chance to gather information about this place, The Golden Peacock according to the watch on her wrist, and why and how she’d wound up here. In the best case scenario, she might be able to simply leave - or wake up, if this was some bizarre dream - once she’d completed her part. At worst, she’d have a better sense of how she might escape.
[ If this was a Palace, and what else could it be if it wasn’t a dream, there had to be an exit. The sooner she found it, the sooner she could go home, and she needed to go home. Sis needed her help, the others needed her help, and she couldn't afford to waste time here - wherever here really was.
[ She tried to push that out of her mind. If she wasn’t focused, it was going to be that much harder to escape and get back to the things that mattered. Try as she might, though … maintaining focus was difficult once she arrived at wardrobe and actually saw the costume they wanted her to wear.
[ The scaly headdress and prosthetic horns and tail fit within her expectations, but all that was on the mannequin next to it were prosthetic scales meant to be applied to skin, shaped into something that loosely resembled a strapless, one-piece bathing suit without any material to cover someone’s stomach or cleavage. ]
Wh-what …?
[ This can not be right. ]
4. HMU
[ There she was.
[ Sitting in the makeup chair, her robe over her full costume in an attempt to preserve some kind of modesty, face flushed bright red as she reads over the script that was handed to her once she’d been convinced into her wardrobe … though “script” felt a little generous considering that it was just one page.
[ But even though it was brief, there was still more than enough on that page to shock her into mortified silence.
[ 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.
[The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes.
[only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
[ She physically jumped in her seat when she heard footsteps approaching. ]
Th-this has to be some kind of mistake. I am not doing any of this!
5. Roll Cameras!
[ By the time that director called “Action!” those reservations were a distant memory, swept aside as costume’s possession set in.
[ When Makoto stepped out from behind one of the crystal cave’s walls, ready to greet the warriors in the heart of the Dragon Lord’s lair, so much brazen confidence radiated from her she might as well have actually owned the place. ]
So, you’ve arrived at last! [ She sneers, looking the nearest would-be hero up and down. ] I didn’t think you’d make it this far … though perhaps you’re made of sterner stuff than I thought.
6. Wildcard!
[ Feel free to start something new if none of the above jump out at you. You could run into her on her way to wardrobe, at the premiere, on one of the indie films … if you’re not sure about what or you want to plot something out, feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk at
[ I haven’t put together a kinklist yet, but Makoto is 18 and I play her with a slight lean towards f/f for any sexual situations, though I’d prefer not to go all the way on the TDM and cap things at makeouts and heavy petting until she’s actually in the game.
[ For any canonmates, I'm taking her from shortly after the start of Sae’s Palace … because, y’know, why not make this as stressful as possible for her. ]
5!
[. . .]
[to. . . mostly fly under the radar]
[unfortunately, his otherwise plain appearance doesn't go completely unnoticed, as these production crews need assistants to cater to their talent, don't they? on more the one occasion, poor Akira finds himself recruited to tend to the cast's whims by bringing them snacks, coffee, bottles of water, or anything else they might desire. this. . . was one such occasion]
[nobody gives him a name of the next Dragon Lord to be. they only describe her as "fierce" and "powerful." proper traits for a Dragon Lord of a blockbuster movie, he supposes? but that's why he is only half paying attention when the director calls the scene, head thrown back slightly as he sips on some water, only partially interested in everything going on around him]
[. . . and then the "Dragon Lord" waltzes out from behind a cave wall, and. . .]
[his spittake is so loud there's no way it doesn't somehow make it onto the footage. a few other members of the staff give him disgusted looks, while another grumbles Can't you keep it to yourself until the scene is finished? under their breath. but Akira can't help himself. can't help the way he stares in open-mouthed shock, knuckles pressed against his lips, features slack. this?? is the new Dragon Lord???]
-- Makoto?!
[WHY ARE YOU RUINING THE TAKE, AKIRA]
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[ Wait, she knows that voice. ]
Akira?!
[ As soon as she sees him, her entire demeanor changes. The arms akimbo bravado she'd been carrying herself with drains away in an instant, replaced with an even mix of relief and confusion. Forgetting the scene entirely, she quickly jogs across the set towards the familiar face. Her eyes stay fixed on him as she closes the distance - scrutinizing him for out-of-place details that might suggest it wasn't actually him, while also looking for any sign of injury or mistreatment that he might have suffered to confirm he was alright if it was. ]
Is it really you?
[ It looked and sounded like him, but everything she'd seen up to his point had been so surreal ... ]
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[. . . though once Akira notices what she is wearing. . . he stops just short of actually touching her, jerking his hand back with a light flush to his cheeks, knowing better to breach the personal boundaries of someone who is so scantily clad and also?? probably?? very confused about where she is?]
It's me. [a firm reassurance, before he launches into a whirlwind of questions] Are you okay? How long have you been here?
[. . .]
Dooooo you want my jacket. . .?
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[ Even though he's smiling, she can see it on his face and in his posture as he comes up to meet her. Considering everything she's heard about this "resort" already, she understands why ... but seeing him looking concerned makes her own anxieties feel just a little more tangible, even if she knows she isn't going to be facing them alone.
[ Her mind is pulled away from that train of thought by the sudden shift when they're face to face -- the way he blushes and pulls his hand away before it can settle on her shoulder. She's visibly confused for a moment ... and then she remembers what she looks like right now.
[ How she could have forgotten her "costume," she's not entirely sure, but she seemingly had, at least for a few minutes. Now that she's aware of it again, her posture closes off - arms crossing in front of her to give herself some meager cover. ]
I would appreciate that ...
[ ... ]
I woke up here this morning. I'm ... I'm a little shaken, but I'm alright. What about you?
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[focus, Kurusu]
[from behind him the director grumbles-- Hey, PA! Move out of the way so we can restart the shoot! Akira's response is quick]
-- sorry! Miss Dragon Lord has requested a short break. Give her ten minutes.
[and then he turns his attention back towards his thief, gesturing towards the set's exit, where they can find a bit of privacy in one of the empty honeywagons]
I've been here for a few months now, so I'm all right. Let's focus on getting you up to speed, okay?
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[ She follows his gesture towards the exit and nods, falling into step alongside him as the director as the director calls out that 'Apparently, we're taking ten!' ]
When I ran into Yusuke at the makeup station, he said that he's been here for some time as well ...
[ Despite Akira's insistence, there's still some concern in her voice and expression as they walk. She's sure that some of the tension she can see him carrying is anger on her behalf - at the fact that she's been brought here in the first place, and the uncomfortable position it's put her in - but if he's been stuck here for months, she's sure he's had similar, if not worse experiences ...
[ Him, Yusuke, and everyone else that's gotten stuck here, and that thought infuriates her. ]
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It doesn't really matter to Minato where he rests his head. If the resort wants to temporarily move him into one of the trailers, that's cool too. So here he is, napping away in his pajamas, except, there's someone in his shared trailer... shrieking? Ow.
He rolls over in his bed and blinks blearily at the screaming girl. Minato lets out a yawn, sits up, and pushes the covers off him to see what's up. Following her gaze reveals -- oh. Oh that's a person. That's a person with a chicken-head for a head.
Minato makes a thoughtful sound before sliding out of bed, meandering to the window and drawing the curtains shut. There. No more chicken-heads.
And then he's wandering back to his bed, sliding under the covers again to get more shut-eye. Good night. ]
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[ She moves on instinct, taking a step back as he climbs out of his bed, hands snapping up and feet spreading to shoulder-width as she drops into a practiced fighting stance, ready to defend herself ...
[ And then he simply walks past her, shuts the curtains on that ... thing outside, and trudges back to bed as if all of this was the most mundane thing in the world.
[ It's so jarringly nonchalant that she can't even process it at first. She just stares at him for a few seconds, completely dumbfounded as he climbs into bed and pulls the covers back over himself.
[ When she recovers enough to actually think again, she tries to take stock of her situation. Whoever he is, he doesn't seem to be hostile towards her - at least not overtly so. Whatever that creature outside was didn't seem to bother him either, which suggested that he either hadn't woken up enough to realize that this wasn't a dream, or he understood whatever was going on better than she did. That begs the question ... ]
Who are you? [ A little stumble at the very beginning, but there's enough force behind those words to make it clear that this is a demand even she isn't snapping at him. ] And what on Earth is that thing outside?
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Don't know, but... weird things happen here sometimes.
[ That week with the ghostly heartbeat echoing through the resort was pretty bizarre. Almost as bizarre as people walking around with chicken heads in the place of their actual heads.
Minato sits up and looks over at his company. That's... quite the robe she's wearing. Also pretty normal though, for a place like the Golden Peacock. ]
Arisato Minato.
[ ... ]
I've been here for a couple of months now.
[ He casts a glance at the dark silhouette of an odd "man" outside. Whatever the creature may be, it doesn't seem to be hostile. It's not moving away from the window either. ...well, as long as it leaves them alone, Minato doesn't have any complaints. ]
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[ No ... No, no, no! Her friends and her sister are all in danger, she couldn't afford to lose even a few days. ]
Wherever we are, are we being kept here? Or are we able to leave?
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As for whether they were being "kept" here... well, truth be told, Minato asked the same question of others upon his initial arrival. They'd all given him the same response. ]
I don't think so.
[ Not that he'd ever personally tried to leave. If everyone said there wasn't a way out, then it seemed unlikely that an exit actually existed. ]
I don't... think anyone's found a way out.
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No ... no, there has to be a way out.
[ And while that's true on a practical level considering that someone brought her here somehow, it's as much her trying to convince herself of that to keep herself from panicking as it is a show of determination. ]
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[ she points at makoto dramatically, overacting her little heart out ]
Of course! I'm the Beauty Warrior [ she's just doubling down on it now after blurting it out accidentally ] and I've come to stop your evil deeds! I---
[ she's almost through the monologue when she realizes it's makoto ]
--- Mako-chan?!
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[ It's strange ... Makoto was looking directly at Haru the whole time, but the fact that it was Haru didn't seem to register until she heard her own name. The moment she did, the 'Dragon Lord' demeanor disappeared completely -- like some kind of spell was broken. ]
What ...?
[ "What are you doing here?", "What are you wearing?, ... Makoto has more than a few questions, but her brain doesn't fully settle on one before she simply blurts out the vague interrogative.
[ Either way, the scene has completely derailed again. That prompts a few scattered groans from the crew, which in turn earns a glare from Makoto before her attention shifts back to Haru. ]
Ignore them. It's ... It's good to see you, Haru.
[ Though, if she had her choice, neither of them would be here. ]
Akira said there were more of us, but I didn't expect to run into anyone else so quickly.
[ And she's relieved to be wrong about that. ]
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Mako-chan!
[ she repeats, and she appears to abandon her role completely (much to the chagrin of the staff surrounding them) to beam at the other girl ]
Oh, I'm so glad to see you! Ah, my apologies, I don't mean I'm glad you're in this situation, but just.... seeing you is so nice.
[ even if she's dressed up at the dragon lord. haru does ignore the production crew to reach for makoto's hands. maybe they'll fix it in post ]
Did you just arrive?
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Yes. [ She nods. ] I just woke up in one of the trailers outside a few hours ago.
[ She's just going to leave the part where she was jump-scared by a giant, window-peeping bird-man by the wayside for now. ]
How long have you been here?
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Oh, I see.... You're so strong as always, Mako-chan, for keeping such a cool head in these unusual circumstances.
[ to say the least! yikes!!! ]
Um, not long, compared to Yusuke and Akira... but around a month and a half, I think.
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[ Makoto squeezes Haru's hands back. She believes that they can find a way out here together. Whatever the Golden Peacock throws at them in the meantime ... they can weather that together, too.
[ Though she still looks a little crestfallen at the thought that Haru had been here a whole month. ]
And you're alright?
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4 sorry mako-chan
He doesn't even catch her voice, or whatever she said or asked, just dumps several bags and cases of makeup on the vanity table next to her, and starts rolling up his sleeves.]
No blinking, no moving, no complaining, if you're allergic to body paints, you should leave and choose a different role, I am not discussing anything with anyone---
[---Yusuke continues to ramble off the rules he had to set up so he can get ANY work done. He looks... older. Hair a bit longer, in ponytail, wearing a button-up shirt that looks like it was neat, pressed, and without makeup stains 18 hours earlier.]
this isn't even close to the worst part of her day so far, you have nothing to apologize for
[ Having someone she actually recognizes appear so suddenly and without any warning is a shock ... but so is the fact that Yusuke looks visibly older than he had the last time they saw each other less than twelve hours ago. She'd been told that time could move differently here, but actually seeing proof of that in a familiar face was incredibly jarring. ]
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...this better not be a hallucination derived from the lack of sleep.]
Makoto-san? Is that really you?
[Did this place get its dirty hands on Makoto as well?]
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[ She'd already wondered if this was some sort of bad dream or some new locale of the cognitive world more than once. Him seemingly materializing out of thin air was surreal enough to be disorienting, even though she already had an explanation for the difference in his appearance. ]
Are you alright? [ She leans forward, reaching out to grab one of his hands and looking him over with obvious concern. ] How long have you been here?
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In general, yes. [He sighs, and gives Makoto's hands a squeeze.] I hope they didn't hassle you too much.
[...he doesn't like to think how long he's been here, but he won't keep her in the dark about it.] For a while now. A little over a year. [And only recently have the rest of the thieves shown up.]
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A year?
[ The thought has her reeling ... both for for the larger implications and what it's meant for him personally. ]
Yusuke, I'm so sorry ...
[ He looks so tired ... She can't even imagine what he's been through. ]
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