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TDM 009
【 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. 】
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. 】
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.
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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
• 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
• 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. 】
PREMIERE
YOUR BIG DEBUT
OOC NOTES
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▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
sein | frieren
—actually, is it a necklace? they just sort of shoved it into his hand. he hasn't bothered to try putting it around his neck yet, and admittedly rubbing the wood between his fingers has been pleasantly distracting.
so much so that he completely misses whatever it is his scene partner has just said. ]
Sorry.
[ his voice is low, perfectly volumed for the intimacy of the small booth he and his unwitting scene partner has been stuffed into. the wooden wall separating them is only broken up by a rectangular screen of thin strips of woven bamboo, only allowing for him to see just a silhouette of the person on the other side. there is a scratchiness to his voice that implies he hasn't had to use his voice in a while; his first take of the day, and he's already spacing out. ]
You were saying?
[ something about a confession? ]
well i mean
even now, she's only going by the bizarre words from a script she'd been given — nothing more than a page long since a majority of it seems to be intended very much as filling in the blanks with exactly what it's expected to be. after all, while the descriptor had said she'd be modestly dressed, the dress she'd actually been given is hardly that. the necklace too dangles down too long that the small cross attached to it nearly disappears between the press of her cleavage, where a jagged scar on her skin rises diagonally along her chest stopping short of her collarbone. ]
Um— forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been several hours since my last confession and I—
[ she presses her lips together, not sure she could even get the words out, something about having touched herself to the sound of his voice. even if it weren't so ridiculous, it's still completely embarrassing to be spouting this nonsense to a total stranger, someone as forcibly looped into this as she had been.
someone who's apparently not even listening.
rather than start up again, she leans her face close to the screen that masks him from her on the other side of the booth, keeping her voice low as if it won't possibly be heard by whoever's orchestrating all of this. ]
This is all a bit too silly, right? Do we really have to be doing all of this?
:)
and yet.
if sein were to think long enough about it, if he let himself spare enough energy to look into the finer details, he could find more than enough to criticize. the floors are too shiny, the pews too polished. everything about the church was too new and pristine, showing no hint of the care and attention a place like this is supposed to carry. it should feel welcoming, and warm. not untouchable and reserved.
he has to think, if this is truly what the church is like in other worlds, he can see why people would be so quick to desecrate it with parodies like... this.
his eyes flicker towards the sheet of paper that's meant to serve as some kind of script or guide. he reads Allow me to help you, my child once and decides that's enough of that, actually. ]
Silly is a very kind way of putting it. [ there is humor in his voice, milder and much softer now that he doesn't have to put on any fronts. ] Unfortunately, I don't think they'll consider paying us unless we do.
[ he thumbs along one of the beads in his rosary prop, wishing they'd just given him his cigarettes instead. ]
But if you're not interested in that [ in this, ] I think I can create a big enough distraction for you to get away.
[ a lot of the wood here looks mighty flammable, after all. ]
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Some of us weren't even all that interested in the payment in the first place.
[ it's not like she voluntarily signed up for this, no matter how much the resort would want to insist as such. but at least it's somewhat better than dealing with the effects of her suit flaring up.
at his offer, the corner of her lips almost quirks into a smile, but she exhales a breath instead. ]
While I can appreciate the effort, you start to learn they don't really make it too easy. [ chances are they'd just find a worse scenario to put her into, and that's if the door of the set's not locked, as she's found it to be the last time she tried to get away from one of these. ] What about you? Are you, um— well, interested? In actually doing this, I mean.
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at her question, he sits with it for a moment. she'd been honest enough with him, and so he feels it's the least he can do to give the question enough consideration that he can be honest in turn. ]
I don't mind.
[ it's a sort of noncommittal answer, all things considered. but it's about as true as it can get. sex, and even sex with a supposed audience, doesn't factor very high on the list of things sein finds compunctions with. ]
It's like nothing I've ever done before, but I can see where the draw is. [ which is to say— ] I can even see myself enjoying it.
[ ah, but to be clear: ] With someone who was also willing.
[ from her side of the screen, tifa will begin to hear some rustling happening in his. it sounds as if he's stood, and a few rattles will alert her that he's now trying for the door. honestly, blame his newness; he hasn't yet come to learn how little the hotel allows for disobedience. ]
I had to, I am sorryyyy xD
He's dressed in a skimpy but pretty outfit, if one wants to call it that, of a few layers of short, flowy fabrics around his hips, held up by a gemstone encrusted belt and chains that drape over his otherwise naked upper body, connected to his nipple piercings and the gold collar around his neck that's decorated with even more rubies.
His hands and feet are painted black that turn into a dark red as it spreads over his lower arms and calves, nails long and his teeth. Two horns show up from under his messy red hair, his ponytail open and the strands hanging over his shoulder like streams of blood.
Most noticeably though is his thin tail and the pair of wings that sprout from his back, small enough to make him still fit into the confession booth.
Now, how does an incubus seduce a priest in a church?
With an amused voice, Reno speaks,]
Sorry daddy, I've been naughty, and I think I need some punishment ~
you aren't the least bit sorry but that's ok i respect that
The church grants absolution, not punishment.
[ that much he recalls reading from the script he had skimmed just minutes earlier. his fingers itch to reach back under his wooden seat and parse through the sheets of paper again (all two of them, barren as the script is) but he tries not to let the panic of feeling so wholly out of his depth get to him just yet. besides, from what he'd gathered, he is not the focus of this particular scene. he is merely the body with which the star (reno) is meant to pleasure themselves to or with, and so a lot of the pressure of carrying said scene is largely on his costar. sein tries to keep that in mind as he gently goads, ]
But who knows. Why don't you tell me how you've been naughty, and maybe the church will have to take some drastic measures.
not really xD But this was too good to pass up!
It makes it all more natural and authentic in his eyes. As authentic as cheaply made porn can be, that is.
He chuckles at the response, first spouting a pout.]
They don't? But here I was hoping for that ~
[But then it quickly turns into a grin.]
Hmm, where should I start? I have these thoughts in my head of getting fucked on an altar, by a priest no less.
I mean, I've had all sorts of cocks before, but one of a holy man? That must be something really special, right?~
[Oh wow, he is laying it on thick.]
and i thank you for not resisting 🙏
you are very very welcome, because this is fun as - pardon the pun - hell
Extra Sets
Father, did you really not hear a single word of what was asked of you? Or was the shock of it simply too much when I said— [ The voice continues, slow and measured as it reiterates a topic that's ultimately inescapable. ]
Isn't it about time you finally unburdened yourself and confessed?
[ Typically, the priest isn't the one getting grilled for whatever sins he's committed, but this scene has flipped that script on its head. ]
No one else may comprehend what lurks deep within your heart, consuming you like a fire lit from within. [ There's a sigh from the other side of the confessional, breathed into the air by a figure cloaked in shadow. Unfortunately, without any way to see the expression that accompanies it, there's no way to tell whether the sound is one of elation or disappointment. ]
But I know the shape of such desires all too well.
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and yet, he finds something in that quiet that unsettles him. something both familiar and foreign, and for that moment he is suddenly a young boy again, sitting at the feet of a hero listening to tales of demon king so powerful just invoking his title struck terror in all who were unfortunate enough to hear.
he works the feeling out from his throat in a slow, rough swallow. takes him a second or two longer than he would have liked to remember where he is, and how long ago it'd been since demons so freely terrorized his world. ]
If you already know them, then why bother to ask?
[ well, if his co-star isn't bothering to stick to the script, then why should he? sein works his thumbnail into the small space between one wooden bead and the next, pulling the rosary's meager string taut. ]
Besides, my burdens have only ever been in the things I didn't do. Not in the things I've done.
you invited this
Are you real, or just some hoax? I knew a priest before, and he was quite the sadistic freak.
[Is this on or off script? Perhaps the idea here is to present someone strong willed to gently coax into the fold using alternative means. Or maybe the taboo of a willful woman untamed is what finally pries a faithful priest from his devotion to the cloth?]
Convince me on why I should be confessing.
ty past me
they had told him there would be some improv work, but nobody ever implied it'd be to this extent. ]
Uh. [ off to a great start, very convincing. ] I'm real.
[ as if suddenly unsure, he glances down at himself, only to be reminded he's in an outfit he's never seen before, presumably the kind of thing a "priest" is meant to be wearing... but apparently that term has far more interpretations than he was used to. ]
Are you looking for some kind of certification...?
[ is any of this even sexy??? ]
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No, no. A priest in this circumstance is supposed to be a man who enacts God's Will. He shoulders the burden of his congregations' troubles and listens to them confess their sins while they seek forgiveness for any evils they have committed. Tell me, would you feel sorrow and empathy for those who have sinned? Or are you the type of man who revels in the emotional turmoil that guilt brings?
[Rather than agitated, her voice turns low. Soft. Just barely avoiding a slight purr.]
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Vaguely, because Broca himself has never been a follower of any religion, and he's not fully aware of what he's supposed to be doing here.
So Sein might here the rustling of sheets of paper and Broca looks at the script he was handed, an in the flattest monotone a man could possibly muster, reads out the lines written on it: ]
Bless me. Father. For I have sinned.
[ Some people are not cut out to be actors. ]
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it's because of this that sein feels more sympathetic than exasperated that he will clearly have to be the one to carry the scene here — but it's not like he has much leg to stand on, spacing out like he had from the get-go.
in contrast to broca's stiff monotone, sein's voice will soften and warm. welcoming, even. ]
That's alright.
[ he has his own lines he could be following, but somehow knowing the other person on the other side of the confessional is actively reading from his script makes sein want to just neglect his entirely. ]
Why don't you start from the beginning?
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[ There's some genuine feeling in Broca's voice now as he asks that, his tone rising in inflection. It's a little off script from what he has in front of him, so he's not entirely sure how to respond to that, and there's a pause where all Sein will hear is more rustling paper sounds as Broca thumbs through his script to see if it will tell him how to respond.
It's a little off no matter what, so he'll have to improvise. ]
Ah... the beginning...
[ The hum he gives to drag things out only helps him so much, but it does at least stall for a few prolonged seconds as he figures out how to reconfigure this script. ]
Even though she was already married, I found the mayor's wife very attractive... I guess, and so I decided to seduce her.
[ That last part had a much cleaner line in the actual script, but it gets the gist of what he was supposed to say across. ]
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tehe pero
His family's never been religious. He's never been to a church himself. And while he thinks he's caught glimpses of these weird confession boxes in movies before -- he's pretty sure they've only ever shown up in those boring older arthouse flicks where people had pretentious conversations about angst and the meaning of life. How the hell was he supposed to stay awake during those? And while he does think the director had given him some instructions about what to do for this scene before nudging him onto the set ...
he's been so distracted by the (distressingly familiar) heat starting to simmer in his veins. He hasn't eaten or drunk anything on set today? But the weird, restless sensation's been building up ever since he let the makeup people do whatever it is to him, and as Fuuta sits on the bench in his side of the confessional, he can't help awkwardly shifting his weight as he wills his nerves to quell. ]
Uhhhhh. [ That graceless drone is all he can manage at first when Sein speaks up, before he fishes up a stock phrase from somewhere at the back of his mind. ] Um. Forgive me father, for I've ... done something wrong. [ Sinned. He means sinned. Don't mind the way his voice comes a little hoarse and unfocused. ] I, uh ... came to talk to you about it.
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still, a paycheck is a paycheck. sein has lived too frugally for all of his life to know how to turn down good pay. and it isn't as if he's got much in the way of dignity to begin with. ]
Of course. [ the voice on the other side of the partition sounds young, but that is not enough of a reason for sein to read out the "son" line his own script had supplied for him. ] I'm here to listen.
[ he does feel for his partner, though. he has more or less gotten the sense that in scenes like these, the focus of the feature is meant to be on the sinner, and their specific depravity, and it obviously isn't an easy thing to bear. from the sounds of things, his costar might be as unwilling as he is unwitting, and sein can't help but feel a pang of sympathy.
and so, perhaps against all better judgment, he decides he will at least try to take on a more active role here. ]
Would it help if I offered some of my own transgressions first?
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[ Truly, Fuuta is doing a 10/10 job of playing the lascivious force here to corrupt the gentle priest.
Honestly, he might be doing a slightly better job if he weren't so distracted by how itchy his clothes are starting to feel against his skin. Past the screen separating the two sections of the confessional, Sein might hear the slight rustle of fabric as Fuuta tugs at the high collar of his shirt; he gives a breathy sigh when the topmost buttons pop undone, giving him a little more room to breath.
And silently, he thanks Sein for giving him a convenient excuse for staying quiet for a little longer. Not that he's about to actually say 'thanks,' but his gratitude means he's a little too quick to blurt out, ]
Yeah. Yeah, you go first. With your transgressions. [ Wait, never mind, that was more embarrassing to say out loud than he anticipated; his face feels a little hot, but he's not even sure if it's because of whatever's making him feel funny, or from the mortification of this dumb role he's supposed to be playing. ] I mean ... yeah, it'd help.
[ Pause. ]
It can't be anything too bad, though. You're a priest.
puts my sweaty paws on him
And yet here he is, sitting in one half of a confessional with one knee neatly crossed over the other, listening to a priest ask him what he'd been saying. ]
I said, [ Keita replies, his voice laced with both wryness and amusement, ] "forgive me, father, for I have sinned." And I believe I'm now meant to tell you when my last confession was, but I've never made confession, so I suppose it's been about 41 years.
[ Maybe he had better just jump right into the sinning bit. The director had been clear on this subject: whatever Keita confesses to, it needed to be salacious. It didn't have to be true, but it did have to be horny. For better or worse, though, Keita feels it a better idea to rely on something that's at least half truth rather than trying to be creative. ]
My sin is lust, [ he says. ] I recently let myself be—fucked [ Keita is not used to saying that word out loud ] by a giant octopus.
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slowly, his gaze crawls up towards the top corner of his side of the booth, where a small, rectangular device peers down at him. he can see its shiny lens from where he sits, and he is familiar now with the concept of cameras that he knows there is most definitely someone somewhere somehow able to view him, which means someone somewhere somehow must be seeing the utterly blank yet helpless look on his face.
in that long and painful stretch of silence that meets keita's confession, and nobody bursts into the set to say they have to start all over again, sein comes to the mildly horrifying conclusion that he's actually meant to respond to this. and that seems like such a herculean task, when you don't really trust you know how words work anymore. ]
...Was the octopus consenting?
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Oh, quite, [ Keita says, forcing down the smile that threatens to curve across his lips. ] In fact, it was the octopus who initiated.
[ In reality, Keita is of course not talking about a real octopus, but rather someone with tentacles not unlike an octopus'—but that's a distinction he feels need not be made at this particular junction. He tips his head back against the wall of the confessional and looks vaguely up at the ceiling as he recalls the encounter. ]
I never would have taken myself for someone who would enjoy that manner of encounter, [ Keita says, which is in fact true. ] And yet—you might be surprised, father, by how pleasant the sensation can be.
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i just think they’re neat
And fortunately Salome is at least familiar with the church. God existed in her world, even if so many felt as if he had betrayed the people of Arpéchéle due to their curse. They believed in the word of a man that brought them salvation through the means of science - rejecting death to prolong their lives. The Society of Exorcists used the church to appeal to those who detested that artificial life, their message focused on living and dying as humans.
Some followers would come to confess, to find forgiveness as they approached their twenty-third year - and Salome would listen. At least until she had died for a second time. And she’s hoping this won’t be a third.
She has been relatively silent in her side of the confessional, quoting the lines written for her with a flat, modulated tone. She feels more than just a little out of place - she shouldn’t be here, she doesn’t want to be here, and she hates that something stirs to keep her anchored in place. ]
… Are you distracted, Father? [ She doesn’t mean to stay in character, but it at least encourages her to step away from the script. Her voice soothing over the words as she looks towards the screen separating them. ] I came to confess, but… perhaps we should trade places? Is there something that is troubling you?
o-oh 😳 (crying though, when will they ever have a Normal Date...)
fortunately, the soft chuckle that eventually follows should alleviate any of that worry. ]
Are you so quick to consider a distracted mind a guilty one?
[ that's not at all part of the barebones script they'd been given, but neither had his brief spell of spacing out. the confessional really is so small, it's almost suffocating. he can't even stretch out his legs, feeling the strain of sitting so long bunched up like this on his knees. (not that that had been the reason for his lapse, but it certainly does make for a decent excuse, doesn't it?) ]
Please — don't let me interrupt.
[ not any more than he already has, anyway. besides, a part of him wondered what else she means to read in that bored tone of hers. surely all those explicit details would be enough to get some inflection out of her? ]
We're here for you, after all.
one of them has to be normal
But just as quickly as she breaches from her role does she notice the her tone. Drawing back her shoulders and placing her back firm against the wall behind her, Salome releases a sigh. Even if she was irritated by the sudden strange - and concerning - events, it didn't give her the right to respond coldly to another person. Her fingers curl into the fabric of her habit before she smooths out the fabric.
Not that doing any of this helps calm her. ]
I - [ Salome catches herself looking at the lone piece of paper before squeezing her thighs together; a failed attempt of resistance. ]
Father, if I may be so blunt, even if you were to only listen you'd still be interrupting me. [ Straying from the script - with as much creative freedom it provided - she continues: ] I am here to confess my longing for you.
so it's hopeless then
yeah but you know at least they're having fun (questionable)
is the fact they're having fun what's questionable, or the fun itself--
both c:
both is chefs kiss but also i am so sorry for the delay idk where the week went
same here no worries