【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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( what was life after death? in the eyes of a man who was gripped by the vision of his past and future, betrayal and deep emotions left him on a questionable path of self discovery aboard a ship with a ragtag group of equally lost people seeking home somewhere.
his last moments were marred by a sea of blood and being hunted by a man he betrayed for a woman who he loved, but betrayed him as well.
waking up in a strange new world, nearly naked and to luxury far above what he was used to, was far from whatever lucid dream he could have. were they all just lost souls here in this strange place? kites with their strings cut off?
whatever the reality was, even in life after death spike took a ‘whatever happens, happens approach’. even if he was still shaken up by everything that happened. )
You know something? This really ticks me off.
( in a sea of lost souls, he was the first to call out the strange owl/human hybrid guards after taking a few hours to gather his bearings. he didn’t quite want to leave the honey wagon, staying well into the night—
after all, even in life after death, free food and hospitality was better than braving the unknown. at least for now.
whoever was cramped up in that trailer with him would be subjected to his never ending complaints. it was the only thing that kept his mind off her. )
Doesn’t it bother you being gawked at like some zoo animal by these gym rat owls?
— short films (nsfw)
( after scoring a meal voucher or two, he was finally sick of trying to play the role of actor and being tugged left and right, stomped around by the higher ranking guests and staff. he needed a break, a distraction really from everything going on so he decided to head towards where some films were being shot.
instead of actually trying to participate, he had some critiques. a childish way of distracting himself from memories of faye begging him not to leave and of the inevitable outcome of it all. )
Are you kidding? Those tentacles look incredibly fake. I’ve seen better production value in an amateur film!
( immediately he tossed his criticisms at anyone willing to listen, not caring for any guests around him who might have actually been enjoying or wanting to act in lonely tentacles want lovers. )
You know for a sex resort this place is too cheesy. Couldn’t they have put in a bit more woolongs into the production?
— costume department (nsfw)
( with the rush of being at death's door now far behind him, there was a more pressing and urgent matter to attend to— living to see another day through obtaining food. despite being rather new here, spike was quick to learn that being a low rank meant he was worthy of nothing at least in the eyes of those high ranking and the staff. a morsel of bread was too good for him, so he had to find a way to scrape by in the event he was truly left to his own devices here, and somehow that meant actually acting in one of those cheesy pornos despite criticizing it before.
and hunger was always a powerful motivator even for those with big judgements.
after pestering and annoying the hell out of some of the staff, they eventually gave him a hint that if he 'volunteered' to be a doctor he would be given a food voucher. it didn't take him long to rotate through a few of the costumes, being kicked out a few times for 'not looking the part' or simply not doing a good job. his last resort was playing the role of a porn doctor who could ‘fuck away’ a headache or whatever ailment his co-star had.
so he donned the outfit of a doctor, robe and stethoscope, and actually did something about the mangled mess he called hair. whoever was unfortunate enough to come waltzing into the dressing room, they were met with spike towering over them with a soft smirk, fingers dangling the end of his stethoscope. )
Hey there, need some tender love and care from Doctor Spiegel?
— communal bathrooms (nsfw optional)
( if there was anything a person could get used to, it was everything but hunger. access to a private enough trailer, a warm shower and a hot meal were all he truly needed and while spike certainly envied the guests of the resorts with much more private, and comfortable accommodations, he wasn't above trying to find the positive in the little things. especially since he did his role perfectly and got a stack of ramen cups for his efforts.
unfortunately for everyone else, his definition of positive was taking up the entire row of showers and letting them run to steam up the place, while singing in a rather annoying tone of voice a little jingle— )
'Someone cry for me with parched eyes....I want to know what real sadness is~♪'
( regardless of however happened to enter or be around, he was scrubbing away at his skin without a care in the world, a rather goofy expression on his face. as he went on, he only stopped singing when someone happened to come close to him.
naturally he wasn't going to let them shower in peace. )
Hey isn't great? A roof over our head, a warm bed to pass out on, and no annoying children or pets around. Oh hey—
( and don't mind him crossing whatever boundaries normal people clung onto; he's immediately touching your character with his loofah on a stick. )
Don't forget to wash behind your ears...actually you really should be washing every inch of yourself properly. Right?
— garage shenanigans
( for all of his chatter about being in control, at peace, and letting things happen as they would, spike was a hypocrite. every little thing about this resort was leaving a bitter taste in his mouth— far more bitter than the terrible cooking of jet's 'beef and peppers'. he was ignored by the staff, he was ranked at the bottom of barrel, and his scheming attempts to try and score some free food from pretty ladies ended with him having egg on his face. he wasn’t cut out to be an actor, a porn star, whatever, and found the whole affair to be stuffy and annoying after all—
there was nothing left for him to crawl away and try to find some way to let out all the stress that built up within him; and being the rat that he was, he found that place and way was in the garage. it was unmanned for today and while the technology was rather ancient in comparison to what he was used to, it looked far newer than some of the things he had seen.
so if anyone was hoping to somehow escape from the resort in one piece, or at the very least find the exit, they would be stopped by a literal mop-head doing donuts in the parking garage and yelling out the window. )
Hey! You should be more careful, some of us are trying to drive here.
( as if he wasn't the one who should be careful. thankfully, he does eventually stop, opening the door to invite whoever happened to be standing there. )
Wanna take a ride with a wild tiger?
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( The loofah presses into the side of his arm, and Kinich pauses for a moment as if to consider it, leaning slightly with the press as if being forced by the contact itself. As if on cue, the face of his Watch lights up, a neon green background with black sunglasses and green dots behind them for eyes now shown in a laughing animation. )
That's right, Kinich! When's the last time you took a real shower? Maybe if you scrubbed a little more, you wouldn't be so alone all the time! Ahaha— urblublub—
( So much for no annoying pets, huh? Still, at least the annoying yapping from Kinich's watch is cut off the moment he turns to douse his wrist in water, eyes turning to settle on the stranger, instead. )
I'm getting there. ( Only mildly puffy about that. ) Maybe you can focus on that soapy spot you left on your back.
( As if satisfied by his little comments and the apparent waterboarding of a digitally trapped creature, he moves his hand back out of the stream of the shower, flicking it a little more dry. )
( despite standing at nearly six feet with his long mop of a hair plastered to the sides of his head and a goofy look on him, spike was always very observant. almost effortlessly he looked down at the other's watch and paid close attention to what was going on. the technology was nothing new for him at all, in fact it reminded him a bit of some of the popups that would appear for bounties back home—
but the fact that he wasn't able to get his own watch to do such a thing, well that made him very curious over this man. still, with as much charm and effortless grace as before, he simply smiled at the other, letting his words roll off his back. )
Aww you and your little buddy offering to help? Geez I didn't know the people here were that friendly. Say are you new here too? Or maybe you like to peruse around the showers looking for your next prey huh?
( His next prey... This guy's a jokester, huh. Kinich gives him a long look up and down, a mock surveying of his supposed prey. But there's some true analyzing there, too, noting his height, his features, the built muscles pointing more likely to certain lines of work than others...
But not enough clues to fully nail him down, without the help of clothes, or an environment outside of the shower. Too bad. He'll just keep paying attention. )
I'm new. But I think I'd probably skip you as prey regardless.
( He's just teasing, there— an equal response to what he assumes was teasing all the same. It's delivered a little deadpan, but there's a clear rise of amusement to his own voice. )
As for Ajaw— ( Here, he lifts his arm to reference his Watch and the trapped thing inside of it ) —don't get your hopes up. He's the furthest thing from friendly, and I can't exactly put him in time out right now, with him stuck in this thing.
( if there was anything that could be deduced from spike in this moment, it was clearly the fact he had no qualms over being naked in front of another stranger. there was a deep layer of steam from the water surrounding them but really—
he seemed all but shy. as he pulled back his loofah on a stick, he swung it around to his own shoulder and stood about, keeping his own gaze on the other's face, mostly. )
How mean, what's wrong with me anyways? I'm muscular and pretty good looking.
( clearly he was far from being serious about that because really he wasn't looking to score with anyone, at least not yet. thankfully kinich's playful tone is only matched by his own. )
Huh, is that right? Some kind of weird punishment from this place? Or how's that work anyways?
('this guy's just offering up information for free, my lucky day', he thought before he leaned in a bit to look at the other's watch, a strings of water pouring over the other as he did that. )
[Over here bemoaning his fate for the umpteenth time this week, Johnny pauses once he overhears the guy nearby.]
What the fuck are woolongs? [He peers over at the guy with a look of confusion on his face.] You mean eddies? That's the currency that makes the world turn around.
[He pauses.]
Or rather, it used to. These weirdos use somethin' else.
[Johnny couldn't figure out what to do about this ridiculous resort. Without his usual weapons or V's assistance, he is virtually trapped inside this shithole until these eerie-looking birds finally let him out. It's terrible, to say the least. Just as Johnny thought he'd escaped the virtual prison, he found himself in another cell. The sole saving grace here are the strange sex toys scattered about. Those are kind of amusing, a little weird but amusing.]
( his look of confusion is met simply by a relaxed and casual expression of his own. as he stood there in his bathrobe, he stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a stick of beef jerky he managed to snag. taking a lazy and careless bite from it, he listened to the other man go on before he finally spoke up. )
Yeah that was easy to pick up on rather fast wasn't it? Chips and gambling, ranks and hierarchy, what a joke.
( he frames it like that but really, it was distressing being in this predicament. jumping from one frying pan into another, it made things difficult in the end. still things could be far worse—
at least he wasn't distraught enough to not laugh at johnny's words. )
Please you make me sound like some kind of porn aficionado. No, no just saying those tentacles look....gross. Whose going to get off to that anyways?
[Johnny chuckles as he sits back and relaxes for now on the sofa. The new guy isn’t the only one clad in a bathrobe here. Poor Johnny got roped into this shitty excuse for a porn shoot as well. However, he’s not half as prudish about it as the new guy. If anything, Johnny simply doesn’t give a damn what happens here. It’s not like anyone is going to make a BD scroll about this, so why fret about it? Johnny just hopes he’ll gain something out of this other than getting his dick sucked.]
Trust me, there’s always some sort of freak out there who likes bizarre shit.
[He mutters while taking a long drag on his cigarette. The new guy has no idea how long it took for Johnny to find a pack of cigs in this joint. Most people nowadays don’t smoke anymore.]
People have their kinks no matter how stupid. These tentacles are pretty tame compared to some of the bullshit I’ve seen.
[ it's a little insulting, actually, to be saddled with the role of some pent-up housewife in this particular scenario, when manuela is the actual physician in real life. not that she needs a role that mirrors her actual life, but it's almost the principle of the thing, you know?
in any case, her hang-ups about the part have nothing to do with spike himself, who is just as much a victim to the assignments as she is. so when he greets her upon her entrance into the dressing room, she returns his cheesy line with a faint, wry quirk of her lips. ]
Soon enough, apparently.
[ rather selfishly, she's relieved to find him pleasing to look at. tall and fit, with the sort of look in his eyes that implies a mischief she could see herself delighting in. that certainly makes the prospect of their upcoming scene much easier to accept. ]
Do you mind, Doctor? [ not mocking, but teasing. perhaps even a little flirtatious. ] I believe the outfit I'm meant to wear for our scene is hanging on that rack behind you.
[ it's a sun dress, one size too small for her and on purpose. there are also a gaudy string of pearls strung along the hanger, as well as some espadrille wedges she's probably not meant to take off once during the entire scene. in the dress' pocket will be a large diamond ring, that she was explicitly told to wear on her left ring finger. props to really drive in the whole "middle-aged housewife" angle, certainly. ]
( the moment manuela came into his view, spike immediately began to look her over with the most laziest expression he could muster— but despite his own energy, he was carefully taking in every little detail he could of her. she immediately struck him as someone dangerous, seductive, perhaps....a bit mature? he wasn't quite sure how to pin her down but he knew she could probably be trouble if he let himself get carried away. especially given she was ridiculously attractive to someone like him. )
Don't be too down now, I promise to be gentle.
( despite the million thoughts racing through his mind, he kept a playful banter with her and moved as she requested, turning to grab the sundress and necklace. instead of handing it to her though, he inspected the dress a bit, stretching it out and holding it out in front of her body. )
Kinda small isn't it? I'm sensing a theme here.....
( with a humming sound, he reached into the pocket of the dress to pull out a ring. )
Ah I get it now, it's so obvious isn't it. A seductive and lonely housewife meant to distract me from my professional duties. You naughty minx, out for my hide already aren't you?
( although his words were playful, there was some hint of truth in what he said, a revelation of a little concern he had already mulled over before. despite his own insistence on being free of his past and the chains that once held him, he sure did base his own actions off a previous starting point. )
[ it's funny he should promise to be gentle, as manuela recalls the last few directions in their script encouraging the pair to "go as wild as they'd like." such things should probably be discussed prior to the shooting, just to make sure preferences align and no one will be caught unawares — but she figures there's time enough for that, especially as they still have make up and such to get through after their fitting. ]
Is that right?
[ his playfulness is infectious, or perhaps manuela is just more than happy to lean on something light, something flirty. he doesn't seem to be disappointed that she is his intended scene partner, which allows manuela to nurture enough confidence to tease him right along back. ]
Are you quite sure it's not the other way around? This poor, neglected housewife caught under the charms of her doctor, whose touch begins to feel more and more deliberate?
[ she hums in consideration, before holding out the hand that the ring is meant for, fingers splayed. well, turns out they may just be discussing preferences after all. ]
But certainly, if you think your character could be so easily ensnared... [ she steps closer, slipping her finger through the ring that he holds out for her. ] I wouldn't hesitate to try.
[ This isn't her first time through this, of course. But she's also not about to turn down a good complaint session. She's been a grunt, she knows that it's therapeutic. ]
They're just not going to listen to a damn thing we say to object, so all we can do is complain. Only thing we can do is try to shake them off or - I guess we could try to pin blankets over the windows.
[ She's sprawled out on her bed, such as it is, still trying to get her bearings back a little. It's disorienting. ]
( while his complaints were mostly intended for the wind, he certainly wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to vent his frustrations to a specific person in particular. especially one who seemed to know a bit more about this place than him—
because despite his annoyed attitude now and almost carefree way of not caring about the fact they had been stripped naked and tossed into a robe, the one thing that remained with him was his need to be aware at all times. information was always useful, even in the unknown.
so he turned towards the red-haired woman, a soft sigh and an annoyed expression still clinging onto his face. )
Pin blankets to the windows huh? Do we even have enough to do that? I'd hate to freeze to death—
('and die like this in the end', he thought vaguely before he began to pace back and forth inside of the trailer. )
We're not going to freeze, this place is usually pretty climate controlled...
[ Red wrinkles her nose. Although he has a point. And she's not so sure she wouldn't put it past this place to turn the temperature down to force them to cuddle up. She watches him start to pace; she's not unsympathetic, really. She was feeling the same way when she first arrived, after all. ]
They like to screw with us. This is just one way of doing it.
[ haru's obviously got something on her mind as she strides forward with purpose --- and then startles as this person calls out to her. he will see a small, fluffy-haired girl jolt briefly at his address ]
Ah!
[ she finally realizes she spaced out, and bows her head a little as he stops ]
( there's a twinge of guilt in spike over seeing such a cute girl rustled by his aggressive driving and forwardness, but despite all of that he kept a cool air around him as he smiled at her. )
Anywhere and everywhere.
( he said confidently, despite not quite being able to find an exit in all of his driving. still he's not sure if that's something he wanted to burden her with just yet, or maybe he was just feeling lazy about revealing the information.
whatever it was, if and when she finally got in, he began to rev up the engine once more. )
[ she was tempted to decline. in fact, that would be the practical thing to do, rather than accept a ride from a shady-looking (sorry, spike) man with questionable driving etiquette. but just seeing the motorcycle do aggressive donuts and zip around was kind of exciting, and more importantly.... she still hadn't explored much of the area surrounding. she doubted there'd be an exit, but at least she could get a lay of the land. ]
[ so yes, she joined as a passenger, even though she looked a tidge uncomfortable ]
( faye was ... adapting. as well as anyone could. without her gun or personal belongings, she feels stripped of all certainty, as if the ground beneath her has quietly disappeared. now she must find her footing in a place that, while initially very enticing, and maybe even somewhat familiar, is still a place unknown. with strangers at every turn directing her, touching her, encouraging her—but why was she here? the how and the where follow after. was this all an elaborate scam? complimentary chips? get out of here. this SCREAMS suspicious. she can't trust it.
... but she'll play along, for now. the little devil on her shoulder is very convincing. besides, her life didn't seem to be in any real danger. aside from the irritating paparazzi and creeper bodyguards, all the luxury, and pampering, and promised stardom has her head spinning and there's even a twinkle in her eye.
faye could get used to this. maybe a little too easily.
perhaps the part where all of this was centered around sex might be what takes her a minute to accept. she needs more than a minute, actually, but that wasn't afforded to her. not when she's found herself inside a dressing room, dressed in a skimpy nurse outfit that challenges even her own everyday ensemble, and waiting for her cue to enter a scene for a damn porno.
whatever. she's playing along, remember? right. faye is looking in the mirror when she sees the door open in the reflection. the glare from the light overhead obscures the face of the man that's just walked in. the silhouette is unrecognizable, but the voice... she knows that voice. doctor spiegel, he says. spiegel. no fucking way. her whole entire body whips around so fast she nearly dizzies herself. no. no no. it can't be. )
Spike?! How—why—what the hell are you doing here?!
( what was freedom? was it an eternal gift? was it a fool's paradise? even in a place like this with the promise of luxury if the rules were obeyed, if one truly fucked their way to the top, they were all prisoners brought here against their will. he had been running for a very long time from his past only to get swept up in it all over again— whether against his will or through his own foolish machinations. in his world he was faced with a singular angel from the underworld or maybe a devil from paradise.
here he was faced with a number of so called angels and demons, and it made him want to bury his head into the throws of false passion to drown it all out. normally he wouldn't be so quick to comply with such a ridiculous request and all the demands that came with it, but hunger was truly a driving force in an unknown world.
and he detested being hungry.
what he wasn't expecting was to run into an old and familiar face. despite it being only a few days between the end and now, it almost felt like an entire decade had passed since he last saw her and the moment she stood before him, he looked at her with a softness in his eyes.
she was one of the few people who tried to stop the inevitable and for that she held a special place in his heart. on the same side of that coin though? she was one of the few people who tried to stop the inevitable and for that she drew ire from him. they were nothing and yet everything to each other and while he was relieved he wasn't alone in this strange world—
he couldn't admit his true emotions to anyone, much less himself. so to her words he simply recoiled back, swinging that stethoscope before he turned to look around to ensure they were truly alone. once the coast was clear, he finally spoke up. )
Charmed to see you too Faye, did you just arrive here?
( he's not going to answer her question because frankly, he hardly knew the answer himself. how was he here? alive and uninjured? who knew. )
( faye was one of the last people he spoke to before leaving—and here she was, again, standing before him, dressed like she was attending an adult-themed halloween party. this definitely wasn't how she pictured their reunion unfolding. that is, she wasn't expecting a reunion at all. spike left and wasn't coming back. faye had forced herself to let him go. what could she have possibly said to keep him there? what could she have done? because shooting into the air did nothing, let alone her thinly-veiled pleas for him to stay.
so this feels ... surreal. seeing him here, alive. under such ridiculous circumstances. goofy doctor outfit aside, she's relieved to see him assumedly unscathed. it's where her eyes fall anyway when he recoils a little, skating down his body then back up again to meet the soft look in his eyes. her expression is layered; traces of shock still linger, in between waves of discomfort, anger, and confusion. the first time she's really let her guard down since she arrived. )
Yeah, I—a couple days ago, actually.
( her gaze flickers away, and suddenly she's aware of her appearance, wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to self-soothe, maybe. )
I just can't remember how the hell I got here... or why I'm here...
( that's when she looks at him again, layers of emotion stripped down to a single element. she looks nervous. )
[ He can usually tune out noise. It comes with staying in a low-ranking room, in a place where public sex is always on the table (or any other convenient surface). But sometimes, noise finds you—he shifts his weight as he's prodded in the ribs with a loofah, leaning on a metal railing for support. One of his ears flicks at the mention of washing. ]
Yes, the peace and quiet is part of the appeal.
[ Said dryly. The resort is neither peaceful nor quiet—especially not with a certain someone gallivanting between several showerheads. They send up a heavy fog of steam, nearly making the showers a sauna. Given the timing—and everything else—he makes the assumption this is someone new. ]
( after dying a million deaths [and revived] like the story of the tiger-striped cat, spike was more than certain he had seen everything life had to offer to him. this place without hesitation seemed to swoop in and destroy whatever expectations or hopes he had about a peaceful afterlife. it was certainly not the best thing to deal with, but what he hadn't been expecting was a literal cat-boy annoyed with his antics.
he won't comment on it given his general dislike of cats, but instead he'll silently observe between the moments of clarity in the fog from the hot shower. )
Peace and quiet? I'm surprised we're not hearing moans at all hours of the day.
( he found it hard to believe this place would be remotely peaceful. )
I sure am, when you spend your whole life scrapping around for the next meal, you learn to appreciate what's given to you. Even if it isn't quite free...
[ At least there's an abundance of kemonomimi here to get accustomed to it, though Nehan's energy does suit a wet cat, reserved and apparently wearied, enough that his first reaction is nearly lost to the sound of the running showers. A soft, sardonic huff. They're short on peace, even poorer on quiet. And— ]
Right. Nothing's ever free. [ It's presented as near enough to it here, with how gratuitous the resort is, gold gilded everything and the constant flow of chips. His tone is grounded though as he resumes what he was doing, using one hand to run shampoo through his hair, nonchalant. ] The food and drink here is often laced with aphrodisiacs, so even a warm meal comes with its complications.
[ A sideways glance. ]
Though if you know what it's like to go hungry, maybe that's a small price to pay.
[ standing in nearby proximity to spike, mona can been seen observing the mass of tentacles with a critical eye. yes, they are wriggly and wet and lumpy, but she can't help but be unimpressed by the overall appearance. if this mass is meant to be appealing to supposed tentacle-lovers, it isn't doing its job very well... if anything, mona thinks it looks extremely artificial. this thing can't possibly be that exciting, can it?
she scoffs in contempt before glancing towards her right where spike stands. ]
Although I wouldn't refer to them as 'tentacles', I can conjure something similar and far more impressive. The functionality remains the same.
[ what a thing to admit to. and how does mona know her tentacles are effective in pleasuring another? ]
( it was rare when spike could find kinship from a stranger— even if they were agreeing on something as ridiculous and insane as the realism behind porn tentacles and yet for once he might have regretted opening his mouth to endlessly blabber about his complaints.
before he could truly process what she was saying, he was slowly turning around to face her, eyes wide, movements as lazy as ever. despite that he seemed genuinely....
intrigued? he wasn't quite sure what to think of such an admission. )
You...you can?
( he doesn't believe her, but he also doesn't believe he just asked that. considering they were dragged to this resort somehow without any clear indication of how or why, really he shouldn't question magic of all things and yet—
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his last moments were marred by a sea of blood and being hunted by a man he betrayed for a woman who he loved, but betrayed him as well.
waking up in a strange new world, nearly naked and to luxury far above what he was used to, was far from whatever lucid dream he could have. were they all just lost souls here in this strange place? kites with their strings cut off?
whatever the reality was, even in life after death spike took a ‘whatever happens, happens approach’. even if he was still shaken up by everything that happened. )
You know something? This really ticks me off.
( in a sea of lost souls, he was the first to call out the strange owl/human hybrid guards after taking a few hours to gather his bearings. he didn’t quite want to leave the honey wagon, staying well into the night—
after all, even in life after death, free food and hospitality was better than braving the unknown. at least for now.
whoever was cramped up in that trailer with him would be subjected to his never ending complaints. it was the only thing that kept his mind off her. )
Doesn’t it bother you being gawked at like some zoo animal by these gym rat owls?
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instead of actually trying to participate, he had some critiques. a childish way of distracting himself from memories of faye begging him not to leave and of the inevitable outcome of it all. )
Are you kidding? Those tentacles look incredibly fake. I’ve seen better production value in an amateur film!
( immediately he tossed his criticisms at anyone willing to listen, not caring for any guests around him who might have actually been enjoying or wanting to act in lonely tentacles want lovers. )
You know for a sex resort this place is too cheesy. Couldn’t they have put in a bit more woolongs into the production?
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and hunger was always a powerful motivator even for those with big judgements.
after pestering and annoying the hell out of some of the staff, they eventually gave him a hint that if he 'volunteered' to be a doctor he would be given a food voucher. it didn't take him long to rotate through a few of the costumes, being kicked out a few times for 'not looking the part' or simply not doing a good job. his last resort was playing the role of a porn doctor who could ‘fuck away’ a headache or whatever ailment his co-star had.
so he donned the outfit of a doctor, robe and stethoscope, and actually did something about the mangled mess he called hair. whoever was
unfortunate enough to come waltzing into the dressing room, they were met with spike towering over them with a soft smirk, fingers dangling the end of his stethoscope. )Hey there, need some tender love and care from Doctor Spiegel?
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unfortunately for everyone else, his definition of positive was taking up the entire row of showers and letting them run to steam up the place, while singing in a rather annoying tone of voice a little jingle— )
'Someone cry for me with parched eyes....I want to know what real sadness is~♪'
( regardless of however happened to enter or be around, he was scrubbing away at his skin without a care in the world, a rather goofy expression on his face. as he went on, he only stopped singing when someone happened to come close to him.
naturally he wasn't going to let them shower in peace. )
Hey isn't great? A roof over our head, a warm bed to pass out on, and no annoying children or pets around. Oh hey—
( and don't mind him crossing whatever boundaries normal people clung onto; he's immediately touching your character with his loofah on a stick. )
Don't forget to wash behind your ears...actually you really should be washing every inch of yourself properly. Right?
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there was nothing left for him to crawl away and try to find some way to let out all the stress that built up within him; and being the rat that he was, he found that place and way was in the garage. it was unmanned for today and while the technology was rather ancient in comparison to what he was used to, it looked far newer than some of the things he had seen.
so if anyone was hoping to somehow escape from the resort in one piece, or at the very least find the exit, they would be stopped by a literal mop-head doing donuts in the parking garage and yelling out the window. )
Hey! You should be more careful, some of us are trying to drive here.
( as if he wasn't the one who should be careful. thankfully, he does eventually stop, opening the door to invite whoever happened to be standing there. )
Wanna take a ride with a wild tiger?
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That's right, Kinich! When's the last time you took a real shower? Maybe if you scrubbed a little more, you wouldn't be so alone all the time! Ahaha— urblublub—
( So much for no annoying pets, huh? Still, at least the annoying yapping from Kinich's watch is cut off the moment he turns to douse his wrist in water, eyes turning to settle on the stranger, instead. )
I'm getting there. ( Only mildly puffy about that. ) Maybe you can focus on that soapy spot you left on your back.
( As if satisfied by his little comments and the apparent waterboarding of a digitally trapped creature, he moves his hand back out of the stream of the shower, flicking it a little more dry. )
Unless you're trying to ask for help?
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but the fact that he wasn't able to get his own watch to do such a thing, well that made him very curious over this man. still, with as much charm and effortless grace as before, he simply smiled at the other, letting his words roll off his back. )
Aww you and your little buddy offering to help? Geez I didn't know the people here were that friendly. Say are you new here too? Or maybe you like to peruse around the showers looking for your next prey huh?
( not that he was at all worried. )
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But not enough clues to fully nail him down, without the help of clothes, or an environment outside of the shower. Too bad. He'll just keep paying attention. )
I'm new. But I think I'd probably skip you as prey regardless.
( He's just teasing, there— an equal response to what he assumes was teasing all the same. It's delivered a little deadpan, but there's a clear rise of amusement to his own voice. )
As for Ajaw— ( Here, he lifts his arm to reference his Watch and the trapped thing inside of it ) —don't get your hopes up. He's the furthest thing from friendly, and I can't exactly put him in time out right now, with him stuck in this thing.
You're no ball of sunshine either, lowly servant!
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he seemed all but shy. as he pulled back his loofah on a stick, he swung it around to his own shoulder and stood about, keeping his own gaze on the other's face, mostly. )
How mean, what's wrong with me anyways? I'm muscular and pretty good looking.
( clearly he was far from being serious about that because really he wasn't looking to score with anyone, at least not yet. thankfully kinich's playful tone is only matched by his own. )
Huh, is that right? Some kind of weird punishment from this place? Or how's that work anyways?
( 'this guy's just offering up information for free, my lucky day', he thought before he leaned in a bit to look at the other's watch, a strings of water pouring over the other as he did that. )
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What the fuck are woolongs? [He peers over at the guy with a look of confusion on his face.] You mean eddies? That's the currency that makes the world turn around.
[He pauses.]
Or rather, it used to. These weirdos use somethin' else.
[Johnny couldn't figure out what to do about this ridiculous resort. Without his usual weapons or V's assistance, he is virtually trapped inside this shithole until these eerie-looking birds finally let him out. It's terrible, to say the least. Just as Johnny thought he'd escaped the virtual prison, he found himself in another cell. The sole saving grace here are the strange sex toys scattered about. Those are kind of amusing, a little weird but amusing.]
What? Not into your usual shitty porn flicks?
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( his look of confusion is met simply by a relaxed and casual expression of his own. as he stood there in his bathrobe, he stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a stick of beef jerky he managed to snag. taking a lazy and careless bite from it, he listened to the other man go on before he finally spoke up. )
Yeah that was easy to pick up on rather fast wasn't it? Chips and gambling, ranks and hierarchy, what a joke.
( he frames it like that but really, it was distressing being in this predicament. jumping from one frying pan into another, it made things difficult in the end. still things could be far worse—
at least he wasn't distraught enough to not laugh at johnny's words. )
Please you make me sound like some kind of porn aficionado. No, no just saying those tentacles look....gross. Whose going to get off to that anyways?
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[Johnny chuckles as he sits back and relaxes for now on the sofa. The new guy isn’t the only one clad in a bathrobe here. Poor Johnny got roped into this shitty excuse for a porn shoot as well. However, he’s not half as prudish about it as the new guy. If anything, Johnny simply doesn’t give a damn what happens here. It’s not like anyone is going to make a BD scroll about this, so why fret about it? Johnny just hopes he’ll gain something out of this other than getting his dick sucked.]
Trust me, there’s always some sort of freak out there who likes bizarre shit.
[He mutters while taking a long drag on his cigarette. The new guy has no idea how long it took for Johnny to find a pack of cigs in this joint. Most people nowadays don’t smoke anymore.]
People have their kinks no matter how stupid. These tentacles are pretty tame compared to some of the bullshit I’ve seen.
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in any case, her hang-ups about the part have nothing to do with spike himself, who is just as much a victim to the assignments as she is. so when he greets her upon her entrance into the dressing room, she returns his cheesy line with a faint, wry quirk of her lips. ]
Soon enough, apparently.
[ rather selfishly, she's relieved to find him pleasing to look at. tall and fit, with the sort of look in his eyes that implies a mischief she could see herself delighting in. that certainly makes the prospect of their upcoming scene much easier to accept. ]
Do you mind, Doctor? [ not mocking, but teasing. perhaps even a little flirtatious. ] I believe the outfit I'm meant to wear for our scene is hanging on that rack behind you.
[ it's a sun dress, one size too small for her and on purpose. there are also a gaudy string of pearls strung along the hanger, as well as some espadrille wedges she's probably not meant to take off once during the entire scene. in the dress' pocket will be a large diamond ring, that she was explicitly told to wear on her left ring finger. props to really drive in the whole "middle-aged housewife" angle, certainly. ]
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Don't be too down now, I promise to be gentle.
( despite the million thoughts racing through his mind, he kept a playful banter with her and moved as she requested, turning to grab the sundress and necklace. instead of handing it to her though, he inspected the dress a bit, stretching it out and holding it out in front of her body. )
Kinda small isn't it? I'm sensing a theme here.....
( with a humming sound, he reached into the pocket of the dress to pull out a ring. )
Ah I get it now, it's so obvious isn't it. A seductive and lonely housewife meant to distract me from my professional duties. You naughty minx, out for my hide already aren't you?
( although his words were playful, there was some hint of truth in what he said, a revelation of a little concern he had already mulled over before. despite his own insistence on being free of his past and the chains that once held him, he sure did base his own actions off a previous starting point. )
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Is that right?
[ his playfulness is infectious, or perhaps manuela is just more than happy to lean on something light, something flirty. he doesn't seem to be disappointed that she is his intended scene partner, which allows manuela to nurture enough confidence to tease him right along back. ]
Are you quite sure it's not the other way around? This poor, neglected housewife caught under the charms of her doctor, whose touch begins to feel more and more deliberate?
[ she hums in consideration, before holding out the hand that the ring is meant for, fingers splayed. well, turns out they may just be discussing preferences after all. ]
But certainly, if you think your character could be so easily ensnared... [ she steps closer, slipping her finger through the ring that he holds out for her. ] I wouldn't hesitate to try.
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[ This isn't her first time through this, of course. But she's also not about to turn down a good complaint session. She's been a grunt, she knows that it's therapeutic. ]
They're just not going to listen to a damn thing we say to object, so all we can do is complain. Only thing we can do is try to shake them off or - I guess we could try to pin blankets over the windows.
[ She's sprawled out on her bed, such as it is, still trying to get her bearings back a little. It's disorienting. ]
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because despite his annoyed attitude now and almost carefree way of not caring about the fact they had been stripped naked and tossed into a robe, the one thing that remained with him was his need to be aware at all times. information was always useful, even in the unknown.
so he turned towards the red-haired woman, a soft sigh and an annoyed expression still clinging onto his face. )
Pin blankets to the windows huh? Do we even have enough to do that? I'd hate to freeze to death—
( 'and die like this in the end', he thought vaguely before he began to pace back and forth inside of the trailer. )
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[ Red wrinkles her nose. Although he has a point. And she's not so sure she wouldn't put it past this place to turn the temperature down to force them to cuddle up. She watches him start to pace; she's not unsympathetic, really. She was feeling the same way when she first arrived, after all. ]
They like to screw with us. This is just one way of doing it.
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Ah!
[ she finally realizes she spaced out, and bows her head a little as he stops ]
My apologies, thank you for warning me...
[ damn someone's overly polite ]
A... ride? Where?
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Anywhere and everywhere.
( he said confidently, despite not quite being able to find an exit in all of his driving. still he's not sure if that's something he wanted to burden her with just yet, or maybe he was just feeling lazy about revealing the information.
whatever it was, if and when she finally got in, he began to rev up the engine once more. )
So does a pretty girl like you have a name?
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[ so yes, she joined as a passenger, even though she looked a tidge uncomfortable ]
Ah... it's Haru Okumura, sir.
[ way to make him feel old ]
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... but she'll play along, for now. the little devil on her shoulder is very convincing. besides, her life didn't seem to be in any real danger. aside from the irritating paparazzi and creeper bodyguards, all the luxury, and pampering, and promised stardom has her head spinning and there's even a twinkle in her eye.
faye could get used to this. maybe a little too easily.
perhaps the part where all of this was centered around sex might be what takes her a minute to accept. she needs more than a minute, actually, but that wasn't afforded to her. not when she's found herself inside a dressing room, dressed in a skimpy nurse outfit that challenges even her own everyday ensemble, and waiting for her cue to enter a scene for a damn porno.
whatever. she's playing along, remember? right. faye is looking in the mirror when she sees the door open in the reflection. the glare from the light overhead obscures the face of the man that's just walked in. the silhouette is unrecognizable, but the voice... she knows that voice. doctor spiegel, he says. spiegel. no fucking way. her whole entire body whips around so fast she nearly dizzies herself. no. no no. it can't be. )
Spike?! How—why—what the hell are you doing here?!
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here he was faced with a number of so called angels and demons, and it made him want to bury his head into the throws of false passion to drown it all out. normally he wouldn't be so quick to comply with such a ridiculous request and all the demands that came with it, but hunger was truly a driving force in an unknown world.
and he detested being hungry.
what he wasn't expecting was to run into an old and familiar face. despite it being only a few days between the end and now, it almost felt like an entire decade had passed since he last saw her and the moment she stood before him, he looked at her with a softness in his eyes.
she was one of the few people who tried to stop the inevitable and for that she held a special place in his heart. on the same side of that coin though? she was one of the few people who tried to stop the inevitable and for that she drew ire from him. they were nothing and yet everything to each other and while he was relieved he wasn't alone in this strange world—
he couldn't admit his true emotions to anyone, much less himself. so to her words he simply recoiled back, swinging that stethoscope before he turned to look around to ensure they were truly alone. once the coast was clear, he finally spoke up. )
Charmed to see you too Faye, did you just arrive here?
( he's not going to answer her question because frankly, he hardly knew the answer himself. how was he here? alive and uninjured? who knew. )
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so this feels ... surreal. seeing him here, alive. under such ridiculous circumstances. goofy doctor outfit aside, she's relieved to see him assumedly unscathed. it's where her eyes fall anyway when he recoils a little, skating down his body then back up again to meet the soft look in his eyes. her expression is layered; traces of shock still linger, in between waves of discomfort, anger, and confusion. the first time she's really let her guard down since she arrived. )
Yeah, I—a couple days ago, actually.
( her gaze flickers away, and suddenly she's aware of her appearance, wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to self-soothe, maybe. )
I just can't remember how the hell I got here... or why I'm here...
( that's when she looks at him again, layers of emotion stripped down to a single element. she looks nervous. )
Do you? How long have you been here?
( how are you alive? )
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Yes, the peace and quiet is part of the appeal.
[ Said dryly. The resort is neither peaceful nor quiet—especially not with a certain someone gallivanting between several showerheads. They send up a heavy fog of steam, nearly making the showers a sauna. Given the timing—and everything else—he makes the assumption this is someone new. ]
Enjoying the amenities?
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he won't comment on it given his general dislike of cats, but instead he'll silently observe between the moments of clarity in the fog from the hot shower. )
Peace and quiet? I'm surprised we're not hearing moans at all hours of the day.
( he found it hard to believe this place would be remotely peaceful. )
I sure am, when you spend your whole life scrapping around for the next meal, you learn to appreciate what's given to you. Even if it isn't quite free...
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Right. Nothing's ever free. [ It's presented as near enough to it here, with how gratuitous the resort is, gold gilded everything and the constant flow of chips. His tone is grounded though as he resumes what he was doing, using one hand to run shampoo through his hair, nonchalant. ] The food and drink here is often laced with aphrodisiacs, so even a warm meal comes with its complications.
[ A sideways glance. ]
Though if you know what it's like to go hungry, maybe that's a small price to pay.
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[ standing in nearby proximity to spike, mona can been seen observing the mass of tentacles with a critical eye. yes, they are wriggly and wet and lumpy, but she can't help but be unimpressed by the overall appearance. if this mass is meant to be appealing to supposed tentacle-lovers, it isn't doing its job very well... if anything, mona thinks it looks extremely artificial. this thing can't possibly be that exciting, can it?
she scoffs in contempt before glancing towards her right where spike stands. ]
Although I wouldn't refer to them as 'tentacles', I can conjure something similar and far more impressive. The functionality remains the same.
[ what a thing to admit to. and how does mona know her tentacles are effective in pleasuring another? ]
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before he could truly process what she was saying, he was slowly turning around to face her, eyes wide, movements as lazy as ever. despite that he seemed genuinely....
intrigued? he wasn't quite sure what to think of such an admission. )
You...you can?
( he doesn't believe her, but he also doesn't believe he just asked that. considering they were dragged to this resort somehow without any clear indication of how or why, really he shouldn't question magic of all things and yet—
he does. )
Can I see it?