【 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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(it seems of the recent arrivals, there has been one person that had found himself there under more surprising circumstances. this man sleeps peacefully. a body scarred in bullet wounds and a cheek with two more that stand out, he's almost too calm for what one could consider normal for the golden peacock. most people would be awakening in a panic, but it's almost as if he were sleeping the sleep of the dead. or that had been true until bright blue eyes open slowly to an unfamiliar ceiling above his head. zack is quick to sit up, he almost winces from it in pains that were there but not at the same time.
this isn't midgard. he doesn't recognize the trailer, he almost certainly has no clue where this is. this isn't the afterlife, right? the lifestream was....different. he has enough of a recollection of it while he lifts his bedsheet to look himself over. their choice of clothing for him? tight briefs and a velvet cheetah print robe, they really don't help the way it fits too snuggly on him.
whatever! zack can make it work, he knows it. he's already stretching as he rises out of bed with a large grin. as is his usual, no need to think too much! he's got everything covered, somehow. though not before he realizes he had a bedmate. oops. hopefully you weren't too comfortable against the hunk of mass that is this man. if you were? well, he did have his smile turn to something sheepish as he glances over at you.)
My bad! I didn't notice you.
b. costume fits & makeup!
(so, maybe it wasn't a dream. zack's had enough time to pull his head together and they've only just now wheeled him into the makeup chair. there's a few complaints about his hair being so lengthy and spiky. he can't help that! he even is heard telling the poor people that were assisting apologizing before directing his attention back to the mirror. he's still in disbelief that he's here. alive. the issue is that he doesn't know much about the where and when. zack almost surely has been ignoring his watch.
he'll likely look at it later, but he did flash his best smile after glancing in your direction.) Yo! You here to do makeup, then? (don't mind his enthusiastic eyes and the fact that if he had a tail right now, it would be wagging. this man is the living embodiment of a dog in how excitable he can be.)
I'll be in your care! Just be gentle, okay~?
(....and unfortunately the type to wink and smile like he's charming.)
c. b rank school!
(whenever they gave him the loose description and everything to work with, zack didn't need to be told twice. he can do anything! kind of. but movies are hard work and he can't quite say that he's used to this, genesis maybe would be better at working a crowd or sets for blockbuster anything. instead? zack got given a b-tier set up. dressed up in a school uniform, zack was there to play the role of the joyful and beloved transfer student. not that smart, but also infectuous in his demeanor and antics.
so it doesn't take much for him to wander up to a desk, of his partner for this role or one of them with his usual smile. they did say to sell it like he had only just arrived. well. he knows himself best, so he can manage that!)
Hey~! You look like you know your way around, mind giving me a tour?
(and then right as he moves to sit on the desk....yeah, he tripped and fell flat on his face. he tried....)
d. wildcard!
( or bring on whatever you're feeling! i will roll with anything, i also will note that i do prefer m/f typically. i'm not opposed to trying m/m, i just struggle with it a lot. anyway, as far as ages goes, 18+ preferred please! also, spoilers are okay, i do not have the means to play rebirth so i am totally okay with it. feel free to pm me here or over on plurk at entropist for anything custom! )
[ Aerith has been involved in a few films now, but this is the one that feels most like home. And really, even now there's only one real similarity between this and home: namely, the fact that she's in a church.
Still, it's nice in its own way, isn't it? It would be nicer with a hole in the roof letting some flowers grow, but the aesthetic is familiar at least, and she can work with that.
The aesthetic, though, really is where the similarities end. Aerith is dressed in the garb of a princess and tied down against the altar like some sort of sacrifice-to-be, and if she knows anything at all about this place and its usual machinations, even outside the realm of film, the binds will be keyless, needing one thing and one thing only. She's guarded by two oversized, automated suits of armor, and for a while she just... lies there, eyes trained on the door as she sighs.
Oh, won't someone please come and rescue me— It's her one scripted line in this whole mess.
And then, someone does. Someone tall and dark-haired, garbed like a typical adventurer, comes rushing into the church, sword outstretched as he all but flies into the nearest suit of armor, sending it crumpling to the ground—
(after all, the fight scenes aren't really what matters here, are they?)
—and—
Aerith's eyes widen, the binds tightening around her as she tries to sit up, something seizing in her heart and her throat all at once. ]
Zack...?
[ It's not in the script. The "director" huffs in irritation, but no restart is called. They'll just cut it later—the audience only cares about one thing anyway. ]
(honestly, he's been going through the motions in these films. they tell him what they need, and he played the part as an extra. until now. now he was given the leading role, the leading role where he had been instructed to wait for a moment while everything gets into position. the fake sword they gave him was reminiscent of the blade he used before he swapped to the buster sword itself. recollections of it breaking and zack taking up the mantle that angeal left him. someone had to embrace those ideals, the ideas of someone that would burn out young and fast.
but that's nothing, he died and he knows it. passing on the torch as he felt right doing, cloud....zack is sure that he can handle that. taking the sword, the ideals and the dreams that it once carried from himself and angeal before them.
the director calls for his attention, he's told to go and zack does with cape fluttering in the wind. a serious expression unlike his usual, that lengthy black hair of his tied back right as he charges the first suit of armor. the clash wasn't unlike ones back home, but he knows this isn't a real fight. nothing like it.
a heroic entrance, the sight of him going toe to toe like a pro with the next machine with quick movements unexpected of someone his size. he just has to....
(Zack?)
....rescue the princess, as vivid blue eyes widen in familiarity at the sound of this voice. he almost gets hit by the second machine knight, almost. he didn't let it stop him for a second before he charges past it, smashing it to the wooden and rustic floor panels. no, she saw right.
she knew right, there's only one man that looks like and this he's sprinting forward past these knights.)Aerith!(no, no, no. he could have had it sit well with him more if she was back home in his short time getting acclimated with the resort. the expectations of sex and plenty of it as a means to survive and get by. to zack however, that's a problem. he isn't the type, he was never the type to just sleep around with any attractive woman. he hadn't even done the deed before, the closest he came to it is right in front of him. hopeless little zack, he really did wind up in a new kind of danger.
especially since he doesn't know everything that the resort and that the house is capable of.)
Sorry! But I'm not about to sit here!
(they didn't seem too pleased with the script change, though, maybe they did decide to let this play out. the second machine on his tail and what looks to be backup for it incoming, but zack wouldn't let it stop him. nothing would stop him. that's how determined his eyes are, especially after learning who he's rescuing. it doesn't sit well with him, but he'll manage. he has to. he won't let them stop him from taking off with her, though. in an unexpected change of direction since they had somehow dragged him from the throes of death into a reunion most unexpected.
all he has to do is grab her and run. who cares about the script! zack surely doesn't now that he knows who the princess is.)
[ There's the slightest of falters that runs through the hero's body when she calls that name, and if Aerith wasn't sure before, she knows now. Zack is—
He calls for her in return, and very suddenly, she's not sure how she feels. It's a complex mess of emotions that strikes her all at once, a suddenness to their swell that would have even the most practiced of therapeutic practioners concerned for her mental state.
Anger and grief, of course, come foremost, as they always do when she thinks of him. The man she loved so dearly disappeared on her, and then he died—but he's also here, in this resort, and he's clearly alive, and even if that means he's come here from a different time in his past to her, there's some relief, some real joy to it.
But even that joy comes hand in hand with the concern that he's found himself here, that he's trapped in this resort, forced to bend hismelf to its twisted whims...
And then there's guilt. Sickening, twisting. He's been gone for years, dead for months, of course she was going to move on—and yet here's here and he's alive... so, how could she have moved on? How could she have given her first time—and so many times since—
Ugh. No. She needs to put that thought aside, right now. There wasn't anything she could do about that, and she knows it. And right now—
(There's confusion, too. Insidious, heart-gripping. Whispering her love for him even as she's been longing for another..)
—But right now, none of that matters, because he's given up on the script altogether, he's running for her, and the flowers in this world may not speak to her, but in that instant she knows what he means to do, not to mention how and why it won't work, and she— ]
Zack, no—
[ He reaches her, and of course the chains don't give, and the knight continues to bear down on him, and "Cut!!!!" the director yells in exasperation, and Aerith shakes her head, fondness and concern alike in her eyes as she looks up at him.
(And how she wishes she could reach out, touch his face, but her hands are bound tight...) ]
I'll explain everything later, [ she whispers instead, even as the director starts to go on a rant about following the script and not playing the damn hero. ] But Zack... you know what kind of place this is, don't you? I'm not really a captive or anything, but.. there's only one way I'm getting out of these, you know? That's how they were designed...
[ That's what they agreed to when they put their names on the dotted line of a movie called "FUCK THE PRINCESS: ADVENTURER'S VIRGINITY GIVEN ON HEROIC MISSION, anyway. ]
(can any poor soul blame him? the way he reacted, the way he felt he had to. it was her. he might not have been there long, but....damn it! of course, he didn't like this, he has every reason to not like it.
because he doesn't know how to tell her. that he had gotten her letters, that he had been trying to come home to her. for the last time, and even had given it everything that he had. that he did everything. that he knew at the last moment that he wouldn't be stepping out alive, wasn't it obvious? the world hates men like him, men who never let go of that brightness in them. that don't become jaded shells of themselves.
zack? zack was not the sort to give up, not even once as he felt himself uncertain on what to do. the bindings won't release, that leftover knight wasn't too far behind him. he's trying. frantic, but trying. the machinery creaks closer, a weapon lifted in the air, and he immediately wraps his arms around her to shield her as if expecting any time for it to come down on him.
no! not whenever he's so close to being able to get her out of there no―....the director's shout fills the air. zack almost sighs out of relief whenever the machinery stops. dead. or as dead as it can be for something that would have just about pummeled into him for going off script. who can blame him for this? he almost surely thinks that aerith might not. the mixed emotions aside, he hasn't stopped once in thinking about her back then.
while in death, it hadn't changed for him there, either. he would watch over her in his own way. the one way that he can and hoping for the best whenever his expression shifts. his usual smile isn't there, but it's clear that she's worried. that she also has a fondness to her expression when zack softens up. she's not wrong, he only knows what little he did know because of reno.)
I still don't like it....!
(because it's her. yes, he'd hate it. seeing her bound and tied up like this, script or no script. the director really wasn't happy with him doing this. it isn't his fault he hadn't seen her in years, it also isn't his fault that he felt so strongly about it.)
Reno told me a little, but I don't know everything.
(the title is on the nose, too. he's still a virgin. aerith? by the nature of the resort, he has a guess or two that she's not by this point. he won't ask with who or how it happened. only because he didn't want to think about it. not until he's ready to actually process this strange place and the things it does to people.
though, it did little to stop him from cupping her cheeks. his bare hands, large and worn, resting comfortably against her soft skin. he'll do it for her, since she can't touch him. even if it's for a moment, before he's forced to start this over from the top. he doubts that they'll be allowed to take a proper break.)
[ She smiles at him when he tells her that he doesn't like it, that he's learned some of what he needs to know but not everything, and she feels her heart go out to him ever more; she remembers what it was like, being newly arrived here, knowing almost nothing and having to rely only on what friends and strangers alike told her. It's a relief knowing that he's found Reno already. (That said, it's news to her, though not entirely surprising, that the two of them seem to know each other.)
It's more of a relief that he's found her. Once she's out of these bonds, she can help him, and...
Right. The bonds. The director gets between them just as Zack's bare hands land on her cheeks, insisting that the SOLDIER go back to his starting position so that they can restart the scene, making it very clear that they don't have all day and he's not impressed by the interruptions thus far. And Aerith apologizes, explains that Zack is new to the resort, but that she's taken care of it now and it won't happen again—
The scene is reset. Aerith settles back on the altar, her struggles minimal, guarded by two oversized, automated suits of armor, her eyes trained on the door. ]
Oh, [ she calls, Zack's cue to enter the scene, ] won't someone please come and rescue me—
[ And once again, he all but flies in, decimating first one suit of armor and then the other, and this time she doesn't interrupt, simply lies there and watches him do his work, waiting for him to come to her. Once he's close enough, the focus will be on their actions and not their words; as long as it looks like the sweet nothings that the movie's theme would expect, they should be able to whisper to one another, right? ]
(if he gets asked later, he might even explain how he knows most of the turks. specifically: tseng, rude, and reno. cissnei too, but he doubts she's here. he hopes not, anyway. they'll have to make this look good, which isn't hard. he didn't have it in him to disappoint her intentionally, not that he'd want to. his only worry is that she might even be uncomfortable with the restraints. they definitely don't seem like they are, but that's something for another time. he has more important things to worry about, about her while they're stuck doing this scene together.
even with the basics down, he has an idea that he's going to be in for it. reno had mentioned things about them becoming statues if they go without sex, about how he would later get a suit mark. everything else? it's going to be new to him.
the only positive is that he got to at least let her feel that he's alive, that he's actually here. alive. he did look apologetic, a quick murmur that he'll be back soon. he knows he will be. they didn't need to overthink the scene, they can do this the way they used to when they came close. except....admittedly, he wishes it could have been more private. he's still giving her his own first, instead of it being the way that they had once promised to one another.
his first. right, he can do this. his signal is given once he's back in position, and zack moves again. there isn't a struggle, not even him stopping. the machine knights fall with relative ease, while the director and producers seem pleased that he didn't alter the script again from his name being called out. his body this time won't be the same as she knew it. he has scars from his death, the bullets and more than that from time on the front lines when he makes his way towards her.)
Sorry it took so long, for me to arrive.
(they don't care if he makes up his lines, from what he noticed earlier. they seemed to eat it up when he did. but this is something else entirely, something born from a deeper feeling when he pauses. a hand reaches to touch her cheek again, his sword, discarded away while he memorizes her warmth. when was the last time he felt her? it's been too long.
rough fingertips brush along her soft skin when he starts to caress her cheek, he wants to do this somewhat properly. attempt to. it's a porno, he hates that perhaps, but can anyone blame him for wanting to convey how he felt still?)
[ The director, Aerith thinks vaguely, seems much happier this time. First, there's the way Zack sweeps through the room, the kind of hero they want instead of a real one, slicing down his enemies before setting his sights on her. They even seem to approve of his "line" as he does reach her, his hand reaching out to her cheek.
Aerith knows, though, that it's not just a line. This isn't a "sorry it took me a while to get here, maiden fair". It's not even a "sorry I arrived at the resort after you".
No, Zack's apology is one spoken for years of pain, for promises unfulfilled. For each and every letter sent his way.
Her eyes brim with a gentle wash of tears, and she leans into the hand that caresses her cheek, and Aerith shakes her head as well as she can when she's bound to the altar. ]
There's no need to apologize, [ she whispers back. Despite her earlier, conflicted feelings, she means it. ] You're here now.
[ Another one for them to be happy with, it seems, if the director and producers' nods to one another are anything to go by. Another one, too, borne only of honesty, despite working perfectly well in this moment. Truthfully, her attention isn't really on the men filming the scene. Aerith's smile is patient and understanding as she looks up at him. Now... now they're close, and it shouldn't matter too much what they say, so long as they do what the script says, which...
...is to have deeply passionate sex. ]
I'm sorry it has to be like this. But I...
[ How can she express that there's a part of her that doesn't mind, even though they're in front of a camera? That it's okay, because it's with him? ]
If you know what kind of place this is, then you know there's only one way these are coming undone, right..? What I mean is, you know... [ A sigh, as she shakes her head just that little bit. ] I'm sorry, Zack.
( despite feeling she was still young herself, reira had been assigned roles that commanded more of a instructor role, gently miffing her with each word the directors said. first she was a gym instructor, working out and guiding people with moves that were certainly far more seductive given the nature of this place.
by the time she had been pulled into another set, she was finally given a role that she felt suited her. the slutty cheerleader at school. it was a bit silly but given the nature of the place and her own suit gently starting to flare up, she had to play the part.
so by the time zack approached her, she was sitting at a desk, wearing a rather provocative outfit. she looked up at him and offered a soft smile before bolting up the moment he fell. )
Oh my gosh, are you okay?
( she immediately went to his side to gently touch his back, looking around to see if there was a first aid kit around just in case. )
(god, did he really not expect to make that much of a blunder. but it does add to entertainment for those shooting the scene while he lays there, the role he was given is something that suits him for a reason. zack even was just laying there for a second before shifting to look up at her properly. well. good news, she's more concerned than laughing.
bad news, she's cute, and he just made himself look like a laughingstock. it could be worse, he guesses, this could have been someone he knew. but it doesn't stop him from smiling again despite himself. as long as it works.)
I should be! Can't say it didn't cause me to take a hit to my pride for a second there.
(zack could only laugh, wide smile and bright blue eyes on this girl. he almost felt bad for her to be stuck in that uniform, but they likely insisted on it while letting him have the more classic look to his costume. somewhat. the uniform brings out his muscles enough, his tank top on beneath it did, anyway, while he shifts to sit up next.)
So, come here often~?
(....zack, really? though it's his natural charm, he can turn it on without thinking and turn even the most oppressive atmospheres into something infectiously happy.)
( as quickly as her concern for him came rushing in, it immediately came rushing right out the moment he affirmed he was doing okay. it was a relief really because she wasn't quite the best at comforting others or providing any kind of first aid treatment.
yet as quickly as relief came, she found herself a bit surprised at how easily he swayed away all those worries and immediately focused back onto his 'role'. with a bit of a surprised look, she looked around at the cameras before turning her attention back to him. okay so it was showtime but she wasn't as good as him at bouncing around emotions like that.
so as he sat up, she stood up [giving him a clear view of there being nothing under her skirt] before she did her best to resume her own part. )
Oh um....well I go to school here so....yes?
( that was obvious right? but.... )
Oh but I'm not in this class you see, I'm here to gather support for the next pep rally and um....what was it....oh right! And to see if you approve of my new cheer routine!
(rolling with the punches is something he's good at! he's gotten used to it, knowing that sometimes things don't always work out the way that he would have liked. life can be fickle....even if he couldn't change that. whatever the case, she did need a bit to pull back together, and he was happy to provide her that chance. he has to be quick on his feet, you know! it came with the territory whenever his own life began going through more drastic changes, changes that should have caused him to lose that sunshine yet zack didn't.
he did ask a pretty dumb question, huh? but that was to help her, his smile does stay on his lips as vivid blues keep their attention on her face. tries to, anyway, despite the eyeful of her not wearing any underwear. if only because he didn't want to look somewhere he shouldn't be just yet, despite the intentions of the film.
depressingly enough, he can't remember the last time he stepped foot in an actual classroom.)
Oh? Sure, I'd love to see it!
(hopefully....he isn't signing up for anything too out there, right? while he stood up to take one of the nearby chairs from a desk and turn it around to look at her. those vivid blue eyes are all on her, attentive and focused. as usual, he displays his more doglike demeanor in his curiosity.
since the director didn't call for them to stop, he'll take it to mean that they're doing fine. better than having to start from the top again. he's had that kind of struggle from his acting chops needing some work, especially since he didn't always have the chance to do that kind of thing. he was expected to be on the frontlines, not do the things the turks do themselves.)
( it was a bit difficult to juggle the more intimate aspects of what was expected of this place and managing other's expectations and thoughts of herself. this wasn't something she would naturally go out of her way to engage in or even consider back in her world. yet being such a high ranking as a queen came with both benefits and drawbacks— if she didn't cooperate, didn't act her part, she had been told there could be dire consequences. as someone who had been perpetually shielded from the harsh realities of life, even she realized it was better to just comply and not get too attached to any particular person or emotion.
so without much hesitation, she bounced back away from this stranger, co-actor really, and offered a soft smile before taking in a deep breath. she was a singer first and foremost in her world, and while she had never really acted before, performing on stage and dancing was nothing new to her. so she walked to the center of the room and picked up two pom-poms that had been on the floor nearby, deliberately turning her back towards the director and camera, and zack by default— giving a full view of her bare rear. when she finally picked the accessories up and rose back up, she spun around and held one arm out, a playful wink on her face. )
What better way to greet a new student than through a fun cheer? I hope you'll give us all of your support during the homecoming football game next week! And if you really like what you see.....
( she said flirtatiously before squatting and bouncing back up. )
(unfortunately for them, zack is the sort of guy that would struggle with separating his emotions from these moments. intimacy is something he had treated as a part of something more. when he wants to touch his partner, it's because he feels something more. the idea that he'd struggle had been something even reno imagined, knowing that zack....hasn't exactly performed before. not sexually, to be more exact. any time he came close had been interrupted, and he agreed that he wouldn't have minded waiting. waiting until he got back from his last mission.
a pity how that went for him, but he's here now. he's breathing. he also did have his eyes go down, oh boy, he actually swallowed a bit hard. hopefully she's okay with him being nervous. zack didn't want to come off too strong for lack of experience, he does have the enthusiasm though for someone that's only got half an idea on what he wants to do. her rear caught his attention first, before the impromptu routine began.
football? no, he does know it. it took a second for it to click, but he's got his playful grin. his boyish laughter and charm coming out in how his eyes shine in response to her playful wink. the flirting, too.)
Oh, I can show you anytime~.
(god, he would wince if he knew how corny that sounded. he....at least has the spirit. that's good enough, the director and producers seem to agree on it, given he wasn't being yelled at to do this again.)
[Reno remembers vaguely that he once said to some staff member that he knows how to handle makeup, since he needed to get dolled up for some missions, or because he likes to give his eyes some extra pop when going out to clubs. But that was ages ago, and it's not even the same staff member that's now coming to rush towards him and drag him away to help with makeup since they are all short handed.
With a sigh, Reno eventually complies, because at least they promise a payout for his work, and so he grabs a kit and is led to the person who seems in desperate need of makeup and hair styling (which they clearly shouldn't let Reno do).
He's still shaking his head over the fact that he even ended up here, when he hears the guy calling for him, and that voice paired with that hair makes it unmistakably clear ...]
Zack?
[What's the puppy doing here, all alive and well ..? But then he remembers Tseng's words and that they're all from different times. Yet, seeing him here makes something in Reno's chest feel heavy, still feeling like they abandoned him out there, just because they arrived that little bit too late.]
I'd ask what you're doing here, but I guess ya don't know, just like the rest of us.
(see, he was going to assume that he was there alone. why wouldn't he? if this was some manner of strange purgatory, he knew better than to presume he'd see familiar faces. but the surprise was more the familiar red head, zack actually recognized that voice and this man. reno?! he remembers that he should have been alive, he definitely should have been. cissnei had warned him and everything. gave him a means of escaping for a time with cloud, while the other man was not doing so well during his attempt to reach safety.
he almost wants to ask if that means any other people from back home were there, but it's better he didn't. he can find out in time, would later technically in one case on set.
okay. he'll have to ask about it later, if zack does wind up having a longer stay in this unusual place. the fact they can bring the dead back is already a surprise.) Reno! (it didn't matter, he didn't think it did, even if he smiles the way he used to. he could be here and then gone again, back off into the lifestream.)
I did try asking around, y'know? All they kept doing was telling me to get to makeup.
(as well as gave him questionable looks whenever he tried to ask about anything else, such as if they heard about a place called midgard. didn't seem like he could get any reasonable answers, but he takes it well and rolls with it. zack was supposed to be dead, that's the truth and reality of his situation. he knows he did pass on, yet that won't stop him from making the most of this from what little he can do.)
I woke up in one of those trailers earlier, heck I even got photographed by a bunch of people because I walked out in nothing but my underwear and that robe they gave me since I didn't have any clothes.
[Reno catches himself a lot faster. At first, he might've looked like he's seen a ghost, which - technically - isn't that far off from the truth, but he has seen many people come and go to this place in the few months that he's been here, so he should know better than to be surprised.
Zack however is a special case, and with everything that's been going on lately and the way his conscience kept gnawing away on him, Reno feels the urge to apologize for not being there in time. However, he's not sure from what point in time Zack truly is, so mentioning his death might not be the best thing right from the get go.]
Yeah, welcome to the Golden Peacock. Normally it's like some sorta hotel, resort kinda thing, but every once in a while it tends to change to something completely different and expects everyone to participate, [he gestures at the brush kit he's holding and the trolley case full of makeup] Though it's always different, so this whole film setting is new to me, too.
[he huffs] Oh yeah, everyone tends to arrive naked and only dressed in a robe, though I heard that these change all the time, too. What didya get?
[it's easy to just chat. Pretend like they are back in Midgar, between missions and just hanging out. But it's far from the truth.]
(if he did apologize, zack might have even told him that he didn't have to. what happened was what happened. cissnei even tried. she gave them the means to get out of there, it's just a pity it didn't work out the way that everyone would have liked. weren't they all rooting for him to live? those that knew him, anyway. they did everything that they could have while hoping for the best, with some likely knowing that there was no way zack would live.
so he won't mention it, he doesn't know if reno does know what happened. he doesn't even know tseng is there, nor does he know rude is and a lot more than just them. but it doesn't stop him, not from being who he used to be. talking like they used to. going over things, while rude would have back then more than likely stood by almost seeming uninterested in these two chatter boxes talking.
a resort, huh? zack's brows raised in response, that he didn't expect. he knew about films, but not about acting in them necessarily, since this wasn't a requirement for his work in the field.)
Jeez, you'd think that it would stick with one setting, right? Sounds like it's confusing.
(because zack can admit one thing to himself, it sounds complicated to keep up with. not even from him waking up in some trailer and everything else involved. whoever comes up with this has a sick sense of humor, he can admit that to himself while his gaze goes from the makeup tray back to reno.)
Oh, me? I got some leopard print robe and matching tighty-whitey's, near had everything hanging out from it. Can say it chaffed since it didn't feel that comfortable.
(yeah, that. sounds right for zack, focusing on the less negative things that could have come from the circumstances. the paparazzi must have been having a field day with him, trying to at least hide the "goods" enough.)
[Reno chuckles, and shakes his head, leaning against the table he is supposed to place the makeup on. Clearly he is in no rush to do his supposed job, not when it's the puppy that's beaming up at him.
Yeah, he really can't be here for too long, if he's still kind of excited to see everything happening. At least this time, as far as Reno has seen so far, there is no immediate danger. Besides starring in bad porn, that is. Which .. brings hilarious pictures into his head, imagining Zack stumbling and fumbling his way through it all, because he doubts that Zack has any sort of experience ...]
Oh yeah, that's probably gonna happen a whole lot more. Not the whole waking up in robes thing, but .. yeah, let's just say this place is a little loose with morals. Or clothes. Or anything, really. Don't know how much you've seen or learned yet, but ... [He normally has no trouble talking about these things; hell he brags about it all the time. But with Zack looking up at him all wide eyed and innocent, Reno feels like he is literally about to kick a puppy.] you're expected to have lots of sex here. And they mean lots of it. And they will make you do it, if you refuse.
(zack isn't going to rush him, truly, someone that can fill him in on what's going on is helpful. seems like that falls on reno, but it's not like he knows everything. as expected? he is actually a virgin. his experience falls mostly with when he was on dates with aerith, but they never went past a certain point. maybe he should have before he left off to nibelheim.
like one of those soldiers that leaves his partner after a final night of passion, but they didn't know that would have been the last time she would see him. that he wouldn't see her again after that, too. it's not that zack is clueless, but being inexperienced didn't help his case. the resort is going to throw more at him for that. perhaps even give him a worse time for that.
but at the same time, it's zack. he'll manage, he has to. he isn't bad at rolling with the punches, and he has his own way of taking care of himself. which is why when reno mentions more about the nature of the resort, those vivid blue eyes widen. wait, what? did he just hear that right?
that it's sex or suffer the consequences? what kind of resort is this!? he almost wants to ask if it's a dream, but no, he shouldn't. this isn't a dream. he's tried that earlier with pinching himself and everything before stepping out of that trailer that he came from.)
You're kidding right? (but that's issue two, reno can crack jokes and have a good time like any person. heck, like zack can even, but he seemed too serious for it to be a joke. which means, yes, he did look like a kicked puppy for a second there.) Great, here I thought getting photographed everywhere was going to be the biggest of my worries.
[Reno wishes he had better news for Zack, but unfortunately it's not the case. On the contrary; there are probably a few more things that he should tell him sooner rather than later.]
Yeah, no. Not kidding this time. The good news: these paparazzi are gonna vanish alongside all this here, whenever the resort thinks that things should go back to "normal", [He gestures the quotation marks, because what really can count as normal in this place?] However the whole sex thing stays. Apparently you turn to stone when you don't participate enough. Oh, and ... Didya get your tattoo yet?
[After all suit flares are also a thing. And those can happen thanks to the resort at all times, not just when they're not fucking around.
He watches Zack's reaction to determine how distraught the other already is, before he keeps dumping more things onto him. Like, who else is here ...]
(he'll....turn to stone if he doesn't participate enough? now that makes zack blink. what kind of resort is this? the answers aren't there, but it's alarming. honestly, it's difficult to forget zack had been sweet on only one girl. that despite his flirty charm, that he wasn't going around pulling women on a whim to sleep with them. not even to sleep around while he almost sinks into his chair at the idea.
damn it. he was hoping he might have caught a little break, seems like that's not the case. going from having had died to now living in a sex resort? that's not an easy adjustment. especially not whenever they picked out of the crowd from back home the one virgin around. what about emotional attachments? zack isn't certain if he could do it without it, without getting attached to someone. because that's always been him. there had to be a connection, and he wasn't going around jumping the bones of whoever was around.
it only sounds more complicated, but he's not sure what reno means by tattoo. he didn't wake up to one. only his body carrying a number of bullet scars and an assortment of others. the first one was a given, the second too, he did spend a lot of time out there on the front lines. and it wasn't like sephiroth went easy on him.)
I didn't see a tattoo when I woke up, might be because they haven't gone done with setting up things for me?
(he'll keep it in mind, he doesn't know what else the resort might toss at him in his fledgling days. not yet. probably better he did run into reno first, at least before his future meeting with a certain flower girl....)
[Reno hums and nods, figuring that Zack might still be too new here to already have a tattoo and suit designated to him. Still, won't hurt to explain that bit to him, too.
So he quickly turns around and lifts the shirt he's wearing , exposing his lower back. A diamond suit tattoo is tattooed right over his tailbone, in a faint, pale red and surrounded by what can be either be seen as water color splashes, or blood splatter. He turns back around to look at Zack.]
You get assigned a suit once they decide that you're gonna be a permanent guest, and you get a mark like this somewhere on your body. If you keep having sex, it's all fine and dandy, but if ya don't, then that mark gets literally dark, and nasty, giving you side effects depending on what suit you are, until you have sex. So yeah, better get used to the idea.
[he shrugs, personally not having too much trouble with the whole concept, especially since he's spending every night sharing a room with Rude, anyway.]
There's also a little more to it, like some game that you can play, but I think that's a bit much for now. Ya already look like a confused puppy anyway.
(on one hand, the tattoo suits reno. maybe not the tramp stamp style, but it works? zack does hope it doesn't do anything like that to him, he might wind up having a heart attack if it lands somewhere erogenous on his body. luckily for zack, that won't be in his future. he will, however, have to deal with it in an interesting spot even for him depending on what it gives the man.
who knows what deck he can be shuffled into, zack sure doesn't know, he only just arrived and did seem to in fact be a confused dog, as reno pointed out. though zack himself snorts. he'll likely figure out something for his own suit when he crosses that bridge. who knows what it might do. nobody can even say that the house would go easy on him due to his nature, he's exactly the kind of guy that it would want to screw with more.)
I think I can wait for the rest of it, yeah?
(getting him up to speed would take longer, sure, but he's managed okay for being stuck performing sexual acts on camera this time. likely better he wasn't here for other issues that were bound to happen.)
But I get what you mean enough, the idea of winding up with card suit marks designating us as playing a game is already confusing.
Yeah, the whole concept is something, so, if you'll really stay here, we got enough time to explain the details. For now, just know that you're expected to perform, sometimes even if it's not your own choice,
[He gets a little more serious, and as he gets a scold from some staff member to get a move on with the make up, he finally tries and match a foundation to Zack's skin.]
You sometimes won't be able to pick the time or the partner, so beware. Or get influenced to be extra horny. So it's all a bit dubious, if you're asking me,
[A fact that Reno isn't a fan of either. He's maybe not the nicest of guys, but even he has his principles, and consent is a big one.]
But, if you want some good news, you're not alone in here? There's some more familiar faces besides my beautiful one.
zack fair ― ff7 ― new character/current player!
this isn't midgard. he doesn't recognize the trailer, he almost certainly has no clue where this is. this isn't the afterlife, right? the lifestream was....different. he has enough of a recollection of it while he lifts his bedsheet to look himself over. their choice of clothing for him? tight briefs and a velvet cheetah print robe, they really don't help the way it fits too snuggly on him.
whatever! zack can make it work, he knows it. he's already stretching as he rises out of bed with a large grin. as is his usual, no need to think too much! he's got everything covered, somehow. though not before he realizes he had a bedmate. oops. hopefully you weren't too comfortable against the hunk of mass that is this man. if you were? well, he did have his smile turn to something sheepish as he glances over at you.)
My bad! I didn't notice you.
b. costume fits & makeup!
he'll likely look at it later, but he did flash his best smile after glancing in your direction.) Yo! You here to do makeup, then? (don't mind his enthusiastic eyes and the fact that if he had a tail right now, it would be wagging. this man is the living embodiment of a dog in how excitable he can be.)
I'll be in your care! Just be gentle, okay~?
(....and unfortunately the type to wink and smile like he's charming.)
c. b rank school!
so it doesn't take much for him to wander up to a desk, of his partner for this role or one of them with his usual smile. they did say to sell it like he had only just arrived. well. he knows himself best, so he can manage that!)
Hey~! You look like you know your way around, mind giving me a tour?
(and then right as he moves to sit on the desk....yeah, he tripped and fell flat on his face. he tried....)
d. wildcard!
wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiildcard
Still, it's nice in its own way, isn't it? It would be nicer with a hole in the roof letting some flowers grow, but the aesthetic is familiar at least, and she can work with that.
The aesthetic, though, really is where the similarities end. Aerith is dressed in the garb of a princess and tied down against the altar like some sort of sacrifice-to-be, and if she knows anything at all about this place and its usual machinations, even outside the realm of film, the binds will be keyless, needing one thing and one thing only. She's guarded by two oversized, automated suits of armor, and for a while she just... lies there, eyes trained on the door as she sighs.
Oh, won't someone please come and rescue me— It's her one scripted line in this whole mess.
And then, someone does. Someone tall and dark-haired, garbed like a typical adventurer, comes rushing into the church, sword outstretched as he all but flies into the nearest suit of armor, sending it crumpling to the ground—
(after all, the fight scenes aren't really what matters here, are they?)
—and—
Aerith's eyes widen, the binds tightening around her as she tries to sit up, something seizing in her heart and her throat all at once. ]
Zack...?
[ It's not in the script. The "director" huffs in irritation, but no restart is called. They'll just cut it later—the audience only cares about one thing anyway. ]
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but that's nothing, he died and he knows it. passing on the torch as he felt right doing, cloud....zack is sure that he can handle that. taking the sword, the ideals and the dreams that it once carried from himself and angeal before them.
the director calls for his attention, he's told to go and zack does with cape fluttering in the wind. a serious expression unlike his usual, that lengthy black hair of his tied back right as he charges the first suit of armor. the clash wasn't unlike ones back home, but he knows this isn't a real fight. nothing like it.
a heroic entrance, the sight of him going toe to toe like a pro with the next machine with quick movements unexpected of someone his size. he just has to....
(Zack?)
....rescue the princess, as vivid blue eyes widen in familiarity at the sound of this voice. he almost gets hit by the second machine knight, almost. he didn't let it stop him for a second before he charges past it, smashing it to the wooden and rustic floor panels. no, she saw right.
she knew right, there's only one man that looks like and this he's sprinting forward past these knights.) Aerith! (no, no, no. he could have had it sit well with him more if she was back home in his short time getting acclimated with the resort. the expectations of sex and plenty of it as a means to survive and get by. to zack however, that's a problem. he isn't the type, he was never the type to just sleep around with any attractive woman. he hadn't even done the deed before, the closest he came to it is right in front of him. hopeless little zack, he really did wind up in a new kind of danger.
especially since he doesn't know everything that the resort and that the house is capable of.)
Sorry! But I'm not about to sit here!
(they didn't seem too pleased with the script change, though, maybe they did decide to let this play out. the second machine on his tail and what looks to be backup for it incoming, but zack wouldn't let it stop him. nothing would stop him. that's how determined his eyes are, especially after learning who he's rescuing. it doesn't sit well with him, but he'll manage. he has to. he won't let them stop him from taking off with her, though. in an unexpected change of direction since they had somehow dragged him from the throes of death into a reunion most unexpected.
all he has to do is grab her and run. who cares about the script! zack surely doesn't now that he knows who the princess is.)
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He calls for her in return, and very suddenly, she's not sure how she feels. It's a complex mess of emotions that strikes her all at once, a suddenness to their swell that would have even the most practiced of therapeutic practioners concerned for her mental state.
Anger and grief, of course, come foremost, as they always do when she thinks of him. The man she loved so dearly disappeared on her, and then he died—but he's also here, in this resort, and he's clearly alive, and even if that means he's come here from a different time in his past to her, there's some relief, some real joy to it.
But even that joy comes hand in hand with the concern that he's found himself here, that he's trapped in this resort, forced to bend hismelf to its twisted whims...
And then there's guilt. Sickening, twisting. He's been gone for years, dead for months, of course she was going to move on—and yet here's here and he's alive... so, how could she have moved on? How could she have given her first time—and so many times since—
Ugh. No. She needs to put that thought aside, right now. There wasn't anything she could do about that, and she knows it. And right now—
(There's confusion, too. Insidious, heart-gripping. Whispering her love for him even as she's been longing for another..)
—But right now, none of that matters, because he's given up on the script altogether, he's running for her, and the flowers in this world may not speak to her, but in that instant she knows what he means to do, not to mention how and why it won't work, and she— ]
Zack, no—
[ He reaches her, and of course the chains don't give, and the knight continues to bear down on him, and "Cut!!!!" the director yells in exasperation, and Aerith shakes her head, fondness and concern alike in her eyes as she looks up at him.
(And how she wishes she could reach out, touch his face, but her hands are bound tight...) ]
I'll explain everything later, [ she whispers instead, even as the director starts to go on a rant about following the script and not playing the damn hero. ] But Zack... you know what kind of place this is, don't you? I'm not really a captive or anything, but.. there's only one way I'm getting out of these, you know? That's how they were designed...
[ That's what they agreed to when they put their names on the dotted line of a movie called "FUCK THE PRINCESS: ADVENTURER'S VIRGINITY GIVEN ON HEROIC MISSION, anyway. ]
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because he doesn't know how to tell her. that he had gotten her letters, that he had been trying to come home to her. for the last time, and even had given it everything that he had. that he did everything. that he knew at the last moment that he wouldn't be stepping out alive, wasn't it obvious? the world hates men like him, men who never let go of that brightness in them. that don't become jaded shells of themselves.
zack? zack was not the sort to give up, not even once as he felt himself uncertain on what to do. the bindings won't release, that leftover knight wasn't too far behind him. he's trying. frantic, but trying. the machinery creaks closer, a weapon lifted in the air, and he immediately wraps his arms around her to shield her as if expecting any time for it to come down on him.
no! not whenever he's so close to being able to get her out of there no―....the director's shout fills the air. zack almost sighs out of relief whenever the machinery stops. dead. or as dead as it can be for something that would have just about pummeled into him for going off script. who can blame him for this? he almost surely thinks that aerith might not. the mixed emotions aside, he hasn't stopped once in thinking about her back then.
while in death, it hadn't changed for him there, either. he would watch over her in his own way. the one way that he can and hoping for the best whenever his expression shifts. his usual smile isn't there, but it's clear that she's worried. that she also has a fondness to her expression when zack softens up. she's not wrong, he only knows what little he did know because of reno.)
I still don't like it....!
(because it's her. yes, he'd hate it. seeing her bound and tied up like this, script or no script. the director really wasn't happy with him doing this. it isn't his fault he hadn't seen her in years, it also isn't his fault that he felt so strongly about it.)
Reno told me a little, but I don't know everything.
(the title is on the nose, too. he's still a virgin. aerith? by the nature of the resort, he has a guess or two that she's not by this point. he won't ask with who or how it happened. only because he didn't want to think about it. not until he's ready to actually process this strange place and the things it does to people.
though, it did little to stop him from cupping her cheeks. his bare hands, large and worn, resting comfortably against her soft skin. he'll do it for her, since she can't touch him. even if it's for a moment, before he's forced to start this over from the top. he doubts that they'll be allowed to take a proper break.)
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It's more of a relief that he's found her. Once she's out of these bonds, she can help him, and...
Right. The bonds. The director gets between them just as Zack's bare hands land on her cheeks, insisting that the SOLDIER go back to his starting position so that they can restart the scene, making it very clear that they don't have all day and he's not impressed by the interruptions thus far. And Aerith apologizes, explains that Zack is new to the resort, but that she's taken care of it now and it won't happen again—
The scene is reset. Aerith settles back on the altar, her struggles minimal, guarded by two oversized, automated suits of armor, her eyes trained on the door. ]
Oh, [ she calls, Zack's cue to enter the scene, ] won't someone please come and rescue me—
[ And once again, he all but flies in, decimating first one suit of armor and then the other, and this time she doesn't interrupt, simply lies there and watches him do his work, waiting for him to come to her. Once he's close enough, the focus will be on their actions and not their words; as long as it looks like the sweet nothings that the movie's theme would expect, they should be able to whisper to one another, right? ]
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even with the basics down, he has an idea that he's going to be in for it. reno had mentioned things about them becoming statues if they go without sex, about how he would later get a suit mark. everything else? it's going to be new to him.
the only positive is that he got to at least let her feel that he's alive, that he's actually here. alive. he did look apologetic, a quick murmur that he'll be back soon. he knows he will be. they didn't need to overthink the scene, they can do this the way they used to when they came close. except....admittedly, he wishes it could have been more private. he's still giving her his own first, instead of it being the way that they had once promised to one another.
his first. right, he can do this. his signal is given once he's back in position, and zack moves again. there isn't a struggle, not even him stopping. the machine knights fall with relative ease, while the director and producers seem pleased that he didn't alter the script again from his name being called out. his body this time won't be the same as she knew it. he has scars from his death, the bullets and more than that from time on the front lines when he makes his way towards her.)
Sorry it took so long, for me to arrive.
(they don't care if he makes up his lines, from what he noticed earlier. they seemed to eat it up when he did. but this is something else entirely, something born from a deeper feeling when he pauses. a hand reaches to touch her cheek again, his sword, discarded away while he memorizes her warmth. when was the last time he felt her? it's been too long.
rough fingertips brush along her soft skin when he starts to caress her cheek, he wants to do this somewhat properly. attempt to. it's a porno, he hates that perhaps, but can anyone blame him for wanting to convey how he felt still?)
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Aerith knows, though, that it's not just a line. This isn't a "sorry it took me a while to get here, maiden fair". It's not even a "sorry I arrived at the resort after you".
No, Zack's apology is one spoken for years of pain, for promises unfulfilled. For each and every letter sent his way.
Her eyes brim with a gentle wash of tears, and she leans into the hand that caresses her cheek, and Aerith shakes her head as well as she can when she's bound to the altar. ]
There's no need to apologize, [ she whispers back. Despite her earlier, conflicted feelings, she means it. ] You're here now.
[ Another one for them to be happy with, it seems, if the director and producers' nods to one another are anything to go by. Another one, too, borne only of honesty, despite working perfectly well in this moment. Truthfully, her attention isn't really on the men filming the scene. Aerith's smile is patient and understanding as she looks up at him. Now... now they're close, and it shouldn't matter too much what they say, so long as they do what the script says, which...
...is to have deeply passionate sex. ]
I'm sorry it has to be like this. But I...
[ How can she express that there's a part of her that doesn't mind, even though they're in front of a camera? That it's okay, because it's with him? ]
If you know what kind of place this is, then you know there's only one way these are coming undone, right..? What I mean is, you know... [ A sigh, as she shakes her head just that little bit. ] I'm sorry, Zack.
— rank school
( despite feeling she was still young herself, reira had been assigned roles that commanded more of a instructor role, gently miffing her with each word the directors said. first she was a gym instructor, working out and guiding people with moves that were certainly far more seductive given the nature of this place.
by the time she had been pulled into another set, she was finally given a role that she felt suited her. the slutty cheerleader at school. it was a bit silly but given the nature of the place and her own suit gently starting to flare up, she had to play the part.
so by the time zack approached her, she was sitting at a desk, wearing a rather provocative outfit. she looked up at him and offered a soft smile before bolting up the moment he fell. )
Oh my gosh, are you okay?
( she immediately went to his side to gently touch his back, looking around to see if there was a first aid kit around just in case. )
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bad news, she's cute, and he just made himself look like a laughingstock. it could be worse, he guesses, this could have been someone he knew. but it doesn't stop him from smiling again despite himself. as long as it works.)
I should be! Can't say it didn't cause me to take a hit to my pride for a second there.
(zack could only laugh, wide smile and bright blue eyes on this girl. he almost felt bad for her to be stuck in that uniform, but they likely insisted on it while letting him have the more classic look to his costume. somewhat. the uniform brings out his muscles enough, his tank top on beneath it did, anyway, while he shifts to sit up next.)
So, come here often~?
(....zack, really? though it's his natural charm, he can turn it on without thinking and turn even the most oppressive atmospheres into something infectiously happy.)
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yet as quickly as relief came, she found herself a bit surprised at how easily he swayed away all those worries and immediately focused back onto his 'role'. with a bit of a surprised look, she looked around at the cameras before turning her attention back to him. okay so it was showtime but she wasn't as good as him at bouncing around emotions like that.
so as he sat up, she stood up [giving him a clear view of there being nothing under her skirt] before she did her best to resume her own part. )
Oh um....well I go to school here so....yes?
( that was obvious right? but.... )
Oh but I'm not in this class you see, I'm here to gather support for the next pep rally and um....what was it....oh right! And to see if you approve of my new cheer routine!
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he did ask a pretty dumb question, huh? but that was to help her, his smile does stay on his lips as vivid blues keep their attention on her face. tries to, anyway, despite the eyeful of her not wearing any underwear. if only because he didn't want to look somewhere he shouldn't be just yet, despite the intentions of the film.
depressingly enough, he can't remember the last time he stepped foot in an actual classroom.)
Oh? Sure, I'd love to see it!
(hopefully....he isn't signing up for anything too out there, right? while he stood up to take one of the nearby chairs from a desk and turn it around to look at her. those vivid blue eyes are all on her, attentive and focused. as usual, he displays his more doglike demeanor in his curiosity.
since the director didn't call for them to stop, he'll take it to mean that they're doing fine. better than having to start from the top again. he's had that kind of struggle from his acting chops needing some work, especially since he didn't always have the chance to do that kind of thing. he was expected to be on the frontlines, not do the things the turks do themselves.)
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so without much hesitation, she bounced back away from this stranger, co-actor really, and offered a soft smile before taking in a deep breath. she was a singer first and foremost in her world, and while she had never really acted before, performing on stage and dancing was nothing new to her. so she walked to the center of the room and picked up two pom-poms that had been on the floor nearby, deliberately turning her back towards the director and camera, and zack by default— giving a full view of her bare rear. when she finally picked the accessories up and rose back up, she spun around and held one arm out, a playful wink on her face. )
What better way to greet a new student than through a fun cheer? I hope you'll give us all of your support during the homecoming football game next week! And if you really like what you see.....
( she said flirtatiously before squatting and bouncing back up. )
You'll be sure to show me?
( an obvious double entendre. )
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a pity how that went for him, but he's here now. he's breathing. he also did have his eyes go down, oh boy, he actually swallowed a bit hard. hopefully she's okay with him being nervous. zack didn't want to come off too strong for lack of experience, he does have the enthusiasm though for someone that's only got half an idea on what he wants to do. her rear caught his attention first, before the impromptu routine began.
football? no, he does know it. it took a second for it to click, but he's got his playful grin. his boyish laughter and charm coming out in how his eyes shine in response to her playful wink. the flirting, too.)
Oh, I can show you anytime~.
(god, he would wince if he knew how corny that sounded. he....at least has the spirit. that's good enough, the director and producers seem to agree on it, given he wasn't being yelled at to do this again.)
On and off the field!
(....yeah, he's trying.)
b) costume fit and makeup
But that was ages ago, and it's not even the same staff member that's now coming to rush towards him and drag him away to help with makeup since they are all short handed.
With a sigh, Reno eventually complies, because at least they promise a payout for his work, and so he grabs a kit and is led to the person who seems in desperate need of makeup and hair styling (which they clearly shouldn't let Reno do).
He's still shaking his head over the fact that he even ended up here, when he hears the guy calling for him, and that voice paired with that hair makes it unmistakably clear ...]
Zack?
[What's the puppy doing here, all alive and well ..?
But then he remembers Tseng's words and that they're all from different times. Yet, seeing him here makes something in Reno's chest feel heavy, still feeling like they abandoned him out there, just because they arrived that little bit too late.]
I'd ask what you're doing here, but I guess ya don't know, just like the rest of us.
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he almost wants to ask if that means any other people from back home were there, but it's better he didn't. he can find out in time, would later technically in one case on set.
okay. he'll have to ask about it later, if zack does wind up having a longer stay in this unusual place. the fact they can bring the dead back is already a surprise.) Reno! (it didn't matter, he didn't think it did, even if he smiles the way he used to. he could be here and then gone again, back off into the lifestream.)
I did try asking around, y'know? All they kept doing was telling me to get to makeup.
(as well as gave him questionable looks whenever he tried to ask about anything else, such as if they heard about a place called midgard. didn't seem like he could get any reasonable answers, but he takes it well and rolls with it. zack was supposed to be dead, that's the truth and reality of his situation. he knows he did pass on, yet that won't stop him from making the most of this from what little he can do.)
I woke up in one of those trailers earlier, heck I even got photographed by a bunch of people because I walked out in nothing but my underwear and that robe they gave me since I didn't have any clothes.
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At first, he might've looked like he's seen a ghost, which - technically - isn't that far off from the truth, but he has seen many people come and go to this place in the few months that he's been here, so he should know better than to be surprised.
Zack however is a special case, and with everything that's been going on lately and the way his conscience kept gnawing away on him, Reno feels the urge to apologize for not being there in time.
However, he's not sure from what point in time Zack truly is, so mentioning his death might not be the best thing right from the get go.]
Yeah, welcome to the Golden Peacock. Normally it's like some sorta hotel, resort kinda thing, but every once in a while it tends to change to something completely different and expects everyone to participate,
[he gestures at the brush kit he's holding and the trolley case full of makeup]
Though it's always different, so this whole film setting is new to me, too.
[he huffs]
Oh yeah, everyone tends to arrive naked and only dressed in a robe, though I heard that these change all the time, too. What didya get?
[it's easy to just chat. Pretend like they are back in Midgar, between missions and just hanging out. But it's far from the truth.]
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so he won't mention it, he doesn't know if reno does know what happened. he doesn't even know tseng is there, nor does he know rude is and a lot more than just them. but it doesn't stop him, not from being who he used to be. talking like they used to. going over things, while rude would have back then more than likely stood by almost seeming uninterested in these two chatter boxes talking.
a resort, huh? zack's brows raised in response, that he didn't expect. he knew about films, but not about acting in them necessarily, since this wasn't a requirement for his work in the field.)
Jeez, you'd think that it would stick with one setting, right? Sounds like it's confusing.
(because zack can admit one thing to himself, it sounds complicated to keep up with. not even from him waking up in some trailer and everything else involved. whoever comes up with this has a sick sense of humor, he can admit that to himself while his gaze goes from the makeup tray back to reno.)
Oh, me? I got some leopard print robe and matching tighty-whitey's, near had everything hanging out from it. Can say it chaffed since it didn't feel that comfortable.
(yeah, that. sounds right for zack, focusing on the less negative things that could have come from the circumstances. the paparazzi must have been having a field day with him, trying to at least hide the "goods" enough.)
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Yeah, he really can't be here for too long, if he's still kind of excited to see everything happening.
At least this time, as far as Reno has seen so far, there is no immediate danger. Besides starring in bad porn, that is. Which .. brings hilarious pictures into his head, imagining Zack stumbling and fumbling his way through it all, because he doubts that Zack has any sort of experience ...]
Oh yeah, that's probably gonna happen a whole lot more.
Not the whole waking up in robes thing, but .. yeah, let's just say this place is a little loose with morals. Or clothes. Or anything, really.
Don't know how much you've seen or learned yet, but ... [He normally has no trouble talking about these things; hell he brags about it all the time. But with Zack looking up at him all wide eyed and innocent, Reno feels like he is literally about to kick a puppy.] you're expected to have lots of sex here. And they mean lots of it. And they will make you do it, if you refuse.
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like one of those soldiers that leaves his partner after a final night of passion, but they didn't know that would have been the last time she would see him. that he wouldn't see her again after that, too. it's not that zack is clueless, but being inexperienced didn't help his case. the resort is going to throw more at him for that. perhaps even give him a worse time for that.
but at the same time, it's zack. he'll manage, he has to. he isn't bad at rolling with the punches, and he has his own way of taking care of himself. which is why when reno mentions more about the nature of the resort, those vivid blue eyes widen. wait, what? did he just hear that right?
that it's sex or suffer the consequences? what kind of resort is this!? he almost wants to ask if it's a dream, but no, he shouldn't. this isn't a dream. he's tried that earlier with pinching himself and everything before stepping out of that trailer that he came from.)
You're kidding right? (but that's issue two, reno can crack jokes and have a good time like any person. heck, like zack can even, but he seemed too serious for it to be a joke. which means, yes, he did look like a kicked puppy for a second there.) Great, here I thought getting photographed everywhere was going to be the biggest of my worries.
(he's going to be a terrible porn star....)
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Yeah, no. Not kidding this time.
The good news: these paparazzi are gonna vanish alongside all this here, whenever the resort thinks that things should go back to "normal",
[He gestures the quotation marks, because what really can count as normal in this place?]
However the whole sex thing stays. Apparently you turn to stone when you don't participate enough.
Oh, and ... Didya get your tattoo yet?
[After all suit flares are also a thing. And those can happen thanks to the resort at all times, not just when they're not fucking around.
He watches Zack's reaction to determine how distraught the other already is, before he keeps dumping more things onto him.
Like, who else is here ...]
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damn it. he was hoping he might have caught a little break, seems like that's not the case. going from having had died to now living in a sex resort? that's not an easy adjustment. especially not whenever they picked out of the crowd from back home the one virgin around. what about emotional attachments? zack isn't certain if he could do it without it, without getting attached to someone. because that's always been him. there had to be a connection, and he wasn't going around jumping the bones of whoever was around.
it only sounds more complicated, but he's not sure what reno means by tattoo. he didn't wake up to one. only his body carrying a number of bullet scars and an assortment of others. the first one was a given, the second too, he did spend a lot of time out there on the front lines. and it wasn't like sephiroth went easy on him.)
I didn't see a tattoo when I woke up, might be because they haven't gone done with setting up things for me?
(he'll keep it in mind, he doesn't know what else the resort might toss at him in his fledgling days. not yet. probably better he did run into reno first, at least before his future meeting with a certain flower girl....)
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So he quickly turns around and lifts the shirt he's wearing , exposing his lower back. A diamond suit tattoo is tattooed right over his tailbone, in a faint, pale red and surrounded by what can be either be seen as water color splashes, or blood splatter.
He turns back around to look at Zack.]
You get assigned a suit once they decide that you're gonna be a permanent guest, and you get a mark like this somewhere on your body. If you keep having sex, it's all fine and dandy, but if ya don't, then that mark gets literally dark, and nasty, giving you side effects depending on what suit you are, until you have sex.
So yeah, better get used to the idea.
[he shrugs, personally not having too much trouble with the whole concept, especially since he's spending every night sharing a room with Rude, anyway.]
There's also a little more to it, like some game that you can play, but I think that's a bit much for now.
Ya already look like a confused puppy anyway.
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who knows what deck he can be shuffled into, zack sure doesn't know, he only just arrived and did seem to in fact be a confused dog, as reno pointed out. though zack himself snorts. he'll likely figure out something for his own suit when he crosses that bridge. who knows what it might do. nobody can even say that the house would go easy on him due to his nature, he's exactly the kind of guy that it would want to screw with more.)
I think I can wait for the rest of it, yeah?
(getting him up to speed would take longer, sure, but he's managed okay for being stuck performing sexual acts on camera this time. likely better he wasn't here for other issues that were bound to happen.)
But I get what you mean enough, the idea of winding up with card suit marks designating us as playing a game is already confusing.
(strange too, if he's more honest.)
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[He gets a little more serious, and as he gets a scold from some staff member to get a move on with the make up, he finally tries and match a foundation to Zack's skin.]
You sometimes won't be able to pick the time or the partner, so beware. Or get influenced to be extra horny. So it's all a bit dubious, if you're asking me,
[A fact that Reno isn't a fan of either. He's maybe not the nicest of guys, but even he has his principles, and consent is a big one.]
But, if you want some good news, you're not alone in here? There's some more familiar faces besides my beautiful one.