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We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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Dressed in earthy tones— deep brown trouser and boots, dark green tunic and an even darker cloak, only a hint of silver ringmail and the pommel of the sword he won’t use glinting in the sparse light— he looks like he belongs in the forest, even if he’s nowhere near the knight or prince he’d like to imagine himself to be. The whole set should fill him with a sense of awe— it’s inspired, really— but the initial sense of amazement fades, tempered by months of experience with this shitty place and constant exposure to the highest heights of luxury that it can offer.
It leaves him weary. The House always has something planned. It’s often transparent, but sometimes, it’s sneaky and subtle.
He’s wandering deeper into the forest, slowly letting himself sink into the fantasy of this place, when he hears Uta’s sneeze. Sanji’s sense of rightness won’t let him ignore even something as simple as that, not when they’re already caught up in one of the House’s schemes.
“Hey,” he waves at her as he rounds the top of a hill, an easy, warm smile on his face that spreads just the tiniest bit wider once he catches a glimpse of her. “You o— I mean, uh, are you well, my lady?”
Look, if they’re going to be filmed while this happens, he might as well try and lean in to the part of the dashing hero that fearlessly checks on anyone that shows even a hint of distress.
She sniffles, rubbing at her nose when he calls out to her. The pollen didn’t seem out of the ordinary, but it’s been so long since she’s seen something so unique, she can’t be sure. She takes another deep breath, exhaling slowly before she turns to face him. She laces her hands behind her back, offering him a small smile.
“I’m… uh, quite well?” Uta follows his lead, remembering that she was supposed to be in a movie. This was just a part. “I did not mean to disturb you, sir.”
She curtsies, her long hair falling over her shoulder, braided earlier while she was getting ready. She glances up at him as she slowly lifts herself back up, eyes lit up with excitement. There were so many people here! Maybe she can finally make friends without using the transponder snail.
“You must be on a quest!” She claps her hands together, taking a step toward him. “Perhaps I could be of assistan—“
She trips over a tree root, stumbling into him with a small shriek. She’s normally not this clumsy!
Whatever concern that Sanji feels is easily smoothed away by the combination of her smile, the reassurance that she’s really okay, and a quick visual inspection that suggests nothing’s amiss. Not that it’s any guarantee, but well, it was just a sneeze. Surely nothing harmful could have caused that.
“It brings me much delight to hear so.” The words feel awkward on his tongue— he’s not an actor, no matter how expressive he tends to be— but the grin on his face is genuine enough, as is the little bow that he gives her. “Disturbance? No, no, I was passing through this, uh, fine forest anyway.”
The downside to being as used to the House’s antics as he is— and resigned to where they inevitably lead— is that he hasn’t actually paid that much attention to what they’re supposed to be doing. Something about a journey to face a dragon? But it’s a little more fun than he’d care to admit, playing pretend like this, so he’s about to lean into it more when she careens into him.
Sanji’s normally practiced enough that even her crashing into him wouldn’t throw him off-balance, but the sword at his hip, the chain mail covering his torso, and the cloak flowing down his back are just enough to send him stumbling. Chivalric instinct takes over, both arms wrapping around protectively, and as he trips, too, falling, he twists in such a way that his shoulder takes the brunt of the impact, crashing into the grass and soft soil.
”Shit—“ cursing softly, he barely notices the painful twinge in his shoulder. “Apologies, madame, I didn’t—“
Unfortunately, they landed in such a way that when Sanji lifts his head to look down at her, he gets a deep whiff of Snuggleblossom pollen himself, leaving him sneezing loudly while still holding on to her.
She winces a bit, the ground was softer than she expected, but he helped soften the blow more with his shoulder. Uta opens her eyes, the pollen seeming to be more obvious now as they lay together on the forest floor. Something told her this might not be a good thing.
“It’s-it’s all right.” She manages to say when he sneezes. “Are you okay?”
She was, despite the dirt on her dress. Hopefully, whoever was directing this film wouldn’t be too terribly mad, but no one had asked them to stop, to check on them, maybe whatever they were doing is fine? She really doesn’t know.
“You didn’t have to catch me, but I appreciate it.” She says quietly, with a slight blush to her cheeks, reaching to carefully touch his shoulder.
It takes Sanji a couple of seconds— and another sneeze— to recover enough to actually answer her, although he's still eyeing the flower suspiciously. "Think so. I don't feel like anything's wrong, but…" his shoulder lifts in an awkward approximation of a shrug. "Won't know for sure until we find out more about that flower. You just can't tell what's safe when it comes to the crap this place likes to put us through. You feeling okay yourself?"
The whole cloud of pollen thing is suspicious as far as he's concerned. He's been to the gardens often enough to know that not even the flowers are trustworthy here.
Weary as he is, the expression on his face still softens like butter the moment she touches his shoulder and thanks him and he shakes his head without giving it much thought. "Nah, it was nothing. Any gentleman worth his salt would've done the same to keep a beautiful lady out of harm's way, you know? Didn't want you getting hurt."
And while he's quickly learning to enjoy the feeling of holding her in his arms— holding a woman this close always feels nice— he does let us hold on her slacken. "Probably best we, uh, stand up if you're okay? Maybe go find out what these flowers are before, I dunno, one of us develops an oral fixation or whatever other weird thing I'm sure they do to us."
Were the flowers dangerous? Is she going to die to a plant? Hopefully it wasn’t toxic like the wakeshrooms were. She sighs, trying her best not to inhale more of the pollen, despite the fact the flowers released it into the air as they were shaken.
“That’s really kind of you.” She smiles a bit. She really was not used to being in such close proximity with someone. It wasn’t so bad, she thinks, especially with how he held her.
She nods, however, when he mentioned standing up.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m okay.” She glances around them, the forest floor covered with these strange flowers. She returns her gaze to his when he mentions an oral fixation. “You don’t think… that would happen, do you?”
Then again, she was definitely warned that this place likes to do things to make people have sex. She grimaces at the thought of losing her inhibitions to a flower.
“Well, maybe it’s best we pick one and ask someone? We’ve already inhaled pollen, so what’s the harm?”
Rather than say anything in response to her compliment, Sanji just gives her a pleased little grin, basking a little in it. It’s good to be appreciated, if nothing else, and leaves him feeling a little less awkward for falling in the first place.
Once they’re both on their feet, though, his smile dims a bit so he can check where they’re at.
”Ah, guess you’re kinda new here?” It’s a safe assumption based on her question— and the fact that he doesn’t recall seeing her before here, too— as he quickly dusts himself off, a thoughtful frown on his face. “I don’t put much past the House, gorgeous. Using flowers to make us both have oral fixation or, hell, just ensuring we’re both too damn aroused to think are both right up it’s alley. Not much we can do about that right now.”
He’s a little blaise about it all, but Sanji prefers to tell things as they are. Better to know the truth and be able to deal with it, after all.
“We could do that, but— I dunno, if it does something that depends on how much pollen we’ve inhaled….” his voice trails off as he shakes his head, but then brightens as an idea comes to him. “Actually— I don’t think we need to bring one with us. Gimme a minute…”
As gorgeous as they are, he doesn’t even touch them, squatting down in the grass before taking a photograph of a few with his watch, then grins up at her, projecting the images into the air. “See? Don’t have to worry about touching it. Hopefully someone’ll know what these are and what crazy crap they’re gonna pull.”
A heartbeat later and he’s giving her a little bow, offering her his elbow. “C’mon, let’s find out way back to wherever there’s someone who knows a few things about these flowers.”
Uta has the slightest bit of dread at the idea of it all, but he’s right. There wasn’t much they could do about it now but handle it as best they could when it starts to affect them. If it starts to affect them.
She brushes herself off, the dirt coming off cleanly (or as cleanly as it could), only leaving a small bit of dust behind. Satisfied with her efforts she glances up as he mentions that the didn’t have to pick flower. The display was interesting, unsure of what he was doing before he showed off the projection. She can’t help but be amazed, grinning brightly.
“That’s amazing!” And certainly made things easier for them. Not having to bring the flower with them and continually inhale the pollen was a plus.
There is something familiar about him she can’t put her finger on, has felt it for a while but she can’t seem to place it. Hs be, his gentlemanly appearance and nature...well it was no matter for now. He was kind and that helps ease her mind of what the House would make them do.
She smiles softly as she takes the offered arm. “Yeah, I’m sure someone must know.”
Someone must.
“So… have you been here long?” She asks after a moment.
As much delight as Sanji gets out of impressing her— even if he’s not really doing anything worthy of her amazement— it does confirm in his mind that she’s probably not been at the Peacock for very long. Some people take a while to master what the watches are capable of, but the camera mode shouldn’t be that surprising to anyone with a little experience.
Not that he presses that point, just grinning at her instead as she takes up his offer, grabbing on to his arm. It delights him that she does it— almost makes him want to squirm from his joy, really— making his step a little more lively as they continue their trek onwards.
”We’ll figure out what it does. Promise.” He figures she might need a bit of encouragement. “And hopefully there’s an easy fix.”
Not that he wants to think about that now, so instead, he focuses on her other question.
”I guess you could say that? It’s been…. nine months now? Feels like an eternity since I’m separated from my friends, you know?” Well, kind of. Nami and Zoro being here does complicate things— the Peacock can feel oddly like home at times thanks to them being here— but on the whole, he misses their whole crew being together. “You get used to it, but— you never want to.”
But the Peacock has a way of getting under your skin and sinking it’s claws in, no matter what you do.
Glancing over at her, he shrugs his shoulders. “How about you? Been here very long or this place still feeling so damn new, you can barely find your way without getting lost?”
She’s grateful for his confidence that they’ll find an answer. She was certain it was going to be good after everything Shanks told her, but maybe they’d get lucky! Maybe it won’t be anything too— well she’s not sure. Her extremely limited experience in this matter only proves that she has no idea what the House will want her to do.
“Were… are your friends here?” She asks gently, unsure if it’s a sore subject or not.
When he asks about herself, however, she sighs. “Is it that easy to tell that I’m new here?” She smiles, despite this.
“I’m a little overwhelmed. Though, I ran into- I’ve been told what I should be expecting.”
At least the long and short of it. Shanks didn’t want her to be in the dark, which she’s grateful for! But every time she thinks of him it’s like a switch. She tenses slightly, not meaning to dig her fingers into his arm as they walk.
"Some of them are, yeah." Sanji smiles at her as gently as he can, matching the tone of his voice. As much as he hates that their crew is separated— and he hates it enough that there's always a piece of his heart that's smoldering with rage at the House— the rest of his feelings are complicated. "It's nice, having people I can trust around, but by the same measure, I don't really love anyone I care about being trapped here, too, you know? Happy that the others aren't around, though. I wouldn't wish this shitty resort on anyone."
For all that he resents this place, though, it's impossible to not be a little glad that he's not here alone, without any of his crew to anchor him in place.
"Easy… nah. I guess— you just get a sense, after a while, for when someone's new. This place is confusing, and it's easy to get overwhelmed." It does help that she's already talked to someone else about what this place is. "Just—you'll get used to it, you know? Not sure if that's comforting or not, but it won't seem so overwhelming in a few weeks."
His smile is as reassuring as he can make it as he glances over at her, feeling how tightly she grips his arm. It doesn't worry him, exactly, but he can tell something's bothering her. It's almost an instinct that moves his other hand and gently covers hers with it. "You'll see. Like it or not, everyone adjusts and gets used to life here."
“I can see that.” She smiles a bit, relaxing her grip as he lays his hand on hers. “I don’t know if it would be better to be alone here or not. Having friends at least means you can go to someone for help.” She says softly.
At least it wasn’t easy to tell, but he’s not wrong. It was easy to get overwhelmed. At first it was because there were so many new people, so many things to do— it was exhilarating while also being terrifying. She’s been alone for eleven years (well with Gordon but that doesn’t count. He was a mentor not a friend).
“It is a little comforting. I admit being around this many people is new.” She seems nervous talking about it, but pushes on. “I was alone on an island for a long time.” Elegia never felt like home, which is unfortunate but understandable. She lived and breathed the sea life, missed living on the ocean relying on the stars and the log pose to take them to their destination.
“Thank you,” she glances up at him. “Hopefully, we’ll find our answer about the flower soon.”
Maybe it was harmless! She had little hope with all she’s been told about this place, but at least a shred remained.
“Nah, I think you're right.” His gut gives a twist of guilt– absurd as that is– at admitting that. It's easy to debate whether it's better for your friends to be safe and at home, but he's not the one that's here alone. “Are you– have you run into anyone you know? From wherever you're from?”
He thinks he knows the answer to that question, but it's always worth asking. Having people to help ground him– to be a real home, even while they're trapped here, a world away from the Going Merry and freedom and their dreams– has been a boon, and as selfish as being grateful for that feels, Sanji can't deny how helpful it's been. Things are always better with friends around… even if it means imprisoned here together.
“An island, huh? Shit, that's nostalgic. What I wouldn't give to feel the real sea.” The only approximations here are fake, of course, and while they usually serve well-enough, he misses the sound of waves and the feeling of floor gently swaying underfoot. It only takes him another heartbeat to register the part where she mentions being alone. He glances at her out of the side of his eye, suddenly concerned about a lack of nutrition, a few memories vibrating away in the back of his head. “Shit– were you shipwrecked there? If you were alone, had to be hard to find things to eat, yeah? I'm a cook, so if you need something–”
Well, she looks fine, so it's unlikely she's starving, but his sense of rightness won't let him ignore that she might need food.
“As for the flower– I pass through a town this way not long ago. Someone should know about it there, I think.”
By which he means that there should be a member of the crew there that he can potentially threaten if they play cagey, but he hopes it doesn't come to that.
He wasn’t wrong either tho. If she got her way, she’d rather be alone here. His question about running into someone she knows gives her pause. Does she lie? She considers her options, pretty sure if she lies it’d spell for a lack of trust later. She sighs heavily.
“Yes, my father.” Though she doesn’t sound pleased about it. “He said a bunch of people from where I’m from are here.” Which she is also not happy about (and a little clueless currently).
Uta smiles though at the mention of the sea. “Yeah. It’s one thing to be around it— or simulate it I guess. I miss being on the sea.” Missed it more than she’d care to admit. Was she truly welcomed home aboard the Red Force? His sudden worry about her health was sweet in its own way, and she has to laugh a bit. It’s nothing malicious, just a bit of shock. “No, I wasn’t shipwrecked, I just… I was left behind by my crew to stay with my mentor. It was only the two of us for a while.”
With no contact to the outside world. How fun.
“What I mean to say, is that I’m fine. We survived.” If surviving off wakeshrooms was truly survival then yeah, sure.
“A town sounds hopeful!” She’s glad to hear it’s close too.
— lord of the wings
It leaves him weary. The House always has something planned. It’s often transparent, but sometimes, it’s sneaky and subtle.
He’s wandering deeper into the forest, slowly letting himself sink into the fantasy of this place, when he hears Uta’s sneeze. Sanji’s sense of rightness won’t let him ignore even something as simple as that, not when they’re already caught up in one of the House’s schemes.
“Hey,” he waves at her as he rounds the top of a hill, an easy, warm smile on his face that spreads just the tiniest bit wider once he catches a glimpse of her. “You o— I mean, uh, are you well, my lady?”
Look, if they’re going to be filmed while this happens, he might as well try and lean in to the part of the dashing hero that fearlessly checks on anyone that shows even a hint of distress.
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“I’m… uh, quite well?” Uta follows his lead, remembering that she was supposed to be in a movie. This was just a part. “I did not mean to disturb you, sir.”
She curtsies, her long hair falling over her shoulder, braided earlier while she was getting ready. She glances up at him as she slowly lifts herself back up, eyes lit up with excitement. There were so many people here! Maybe she can finally make friends without using the transponder snail.
“You must be on a quest!” She claps her hands together, taking a step toward him. “Perhaps I could be of assistan—“
She trips over a tree root, stumbling into him with a small shriek. She’s normally not this clumsy!
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“It brings me much delight to hear so.” The words feel awkward on his tongue— he’s not an actor, no matter how expressive he tends to be— but the grin on his face is genuine enough, as is the little bow that he gives her. “Disturbance? No, no, I was passing through this, uh, fine forest anyway.”
The downside to being as used to the House’s antics as he is— and resigned to where they inevitably lead— is that he hasn’t actually paid that much attention to what they’re supposed to be doing. Something about a journey to face a dragon? But it’s a little more fun than he’d care to admit, playing pretend like this, so he’s about to lean into it more when she careens into him.
Sanji’s normally practiced enough that even her crashing into him wouldn’t throw him off-balance, but the sword at his hip, the chain mail covering his torso, and the cloak flowing down his back are just enough to send him stumbling. Chivalric instinct takes over, both arms wrapping around protectively, and as he trips, too, falling, he twists in such a way that his shoulder takes the brunt of the impact, crashing into the grass and soft soil.
”Shit—“ cursing softly, he barely notices the painful twinge in his shoulder. “Apologies, madame, I didn’t—“
Unfortunately, they landed in such a way that when Sanji lifts his head to look down at her, he gets a deep whiff of Snuggleblossom pollen himself, leaving him sneezing loudly while still holding on to her.
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“It’s-it’s all right.” She manages to say when he sneezes. “Are you okay?”
She was, despite the dirt on her dress. Hopefully, whoever was directing this film wouldn’t be too terribly mad, but no one had asked them to stop, to check on them, maybe whatever they were doing is fine? She really doesn’t know.
“You didn’t have to catch me, but I appreciate it.” She says quietly, with a slight blush to her cheeks, reaching to carefully touch his shoulder.
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The whole cloud of pollen thing is suspicious as far as he's concerned. He's been to the gardens often enough to know that not even the flowers are trustworthy here.
Weary as he is, the expression on his face still softens like butter the moment she touches his shoulder and thanks him and he shakes his head without giving it much thought. "Nah, it was nothing. Any gentleman worth his salt would've done the same to keep a beautiful lady out of harm's way, you know? Didn't want you getting hurt."
And while he's quickly learning to enjoy the feeling of holding her in his arms— holding a woman this close always feels nice— he does let us hold on her slacken. "Probably best we, uh, stand up if you're okay? Maybe go find out what these flowers are before, I dunno, one of us develops an oral fixation or whatever other weird thing I'm sure they do to us."
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“That’s really kind of you.” She smiles a bit. She really was not used to being in such close proximity with someone. It wasn’t so bad, she thinks, especially with how he held her.
She nods, however, when he mentioned standing up.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m okay.” She glances around them, the forest floor covered with these strange flowers. She returns her gaze to his when he mentions an oral fixation. “You don’t think… that would happen, do you?”
Then again, she was definitely warned that this place likes to do things to make people have sex. She grimaces at the thought of losing her inhibitions to a flower.
“Well, maybe it’s best we pick one and ask someone? We’ve already inhaled pollen, so what’s the harm?”
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Once they’re both on their feet, though, his smile dims a bit so he can check where they’re at.
”Ah, guess you’re kinda new here?” It’s a safe assumption based on her question— and the fact that he doesn’t recall seeing her before here, too— as he quickly dusts himself off, a thoughtful frown on his face. “I don’t put much past the House, gorgeous. Using flowers to make us both have oral fixation or, hell, just ensuring we’re both too damn aroused to think are both right up it’s alley. Not much we can do about that right now.”
He’s a little blaise about it all, but Sanji prefers to tell things as they are. Better to know the truth and be able to deal with it, after all.
“We could do that, but— I dunno, if it does something that depends on how much pollen we’ve inhaled….” his voice trails off as he shakes his head, but then brightens as an idea comes to him. “Actually— I don’t think we need to bring one with us. Gimme a minute…”
As gorgeous as they are, he doesn’t even touch them, squatting down in the grass before taking a photograph of a few with his watch, then grins up at her, projecting the images into the air. “See? Don’t have to worry about touching it. Hopefully someone’ll know what these are and what crazy crap they’re gonna pull.”
A heartbeat later and he’s giving her a little bow, offering her his elbow. “C’mon, let’s find out way back to wherever there’s someone who knows a few things about these flowers.”
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She brushes herself off, the dirt coming off cleanly (or as cleanly as it could), only leaving a small bit of dust behind. Satisfied with her efforts she glances up as he mentions that the didn’t have to pick flower. The display was interesting, unsure of what he was doing before he showed off the projection. She can’t help but be amazed, grinning brightly.
“That’s amazing!” And certainly made things easier for them. Not having to bring the flower with them and continually inhale the pollen was a plus.
There is something familiar about him she can’t put her finger on, has felt it for a while but she can’t seem to place it. Hs be, his gentlemanly appearance and nature...well it was no matter for now. He was kind and that helps ease her mind of what the House would make them do.
She smiles softly as she takes the offered arm. “Yeah, I’m sure someone must know.”
Someone must.
“So… have you been here long?” She asks after a moment.
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Not that he presses that point, just grinning at her instead as she takes up his offer, grabbing on to his arm. It delights him that she does it— almost makes him want to squirm from his joy, really— making his step a little more lively as they continue their trek onwards.
”We’ll figure out what it does. Promise.” He figures she might need a bit of encouragement. “And hopefully there’s an easy fix.”
Not that he wants to think about that now, so instead, he focuses on her other question.
”I guess you could say that? It’s been…. nine months now? Feels like an eternity since I’m separated from my friends, you know?” Well, kind of. Nami and Zoro being here does complicate things— the Peacock can feel oddly like home at times thanks to them being here— but on the whole, he misses their whole crew being together. “You get used to it, but— you never want to.”
But the Peacock has a way of getting under your skin and sinking it’s claws in, no matter what you do.
Glancing over at her, he shrugs his shoulders. “How about you? Been here very long or this place still feeling so damn new, you can barely find your way without getting lost?”
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“Were… are your friends here?” She asks gently, unsure if it’s a sore subject or not.
When he asks about herself, however, she sighs. “Is it that easy to tell that I’m new here?” She smiles, despite this.
“I’m a little overwhelmed. Though, I ran into- I’ve been told what I should be expecting.”
At least the long and short of it. Shanks didn’t want her to be in the dark, which she’s grateful for! But every time she thinks of him it’s like a switch. She tenses slightly, not meaning to dig her fingers into his arm as they walk.
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For all that he resents this place, though, it's impossible to not be a little glad that he's not here alone, without any of his crew to anchor him in place.
"Easy… nah. I guess— you just get a sense, after a while, for when someone's new. This place is confusing, and it's easy to get overwhelmed." It does help that she's already talked to someone else about what this place is. "Just—you'll get used to it, you know? Not sure if that's comforting or not, but it won't seem so overwhelming in a few weeks."
His smile is as reassuring as he can make it as he glances over at her, feeling how tightly she grips his arm. It doesn't worry him, exactly, but he can tell something's bothering her. It's almost an instinct that moves his other hand and gently covers hers with it. "You'll see. Like it or not, everyone adjusts and gets used to life here."
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At least it wasn’t easy to tell, but he’s not wrong. It was easy to get overwhelmed. At first it was because there were so many new people, so many things to do— it was exhilarating while also being terrifying. She’s been alone for eleven years (well with Gordon but that doesn’t count. He was a mentor not a friend).
“It is a little comforting. I admit being around this many people is new.” She seems nervous talking about it, but pushes on. “I was alone on an island for a long time.” Elegia never felt like home, which is unfortunate but understandable. She lived and breathed the sea life, missed living on the ocean relying on the stars and the log pose to take them to their destination.
“Thank you,” she glances up at him. “Hopefully, we’ll find our answer about the flower soon.”
Maybe it was harmless! She had little hope with all she’s been told about this place, but at least a shred remained.
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He thinks he knows the answer to that question, but it's always worth asking. Having people to help ground him– to be a real home, even while they're trapped here, a world away from the Going Merry and freedom and their dreams– has been a boon, and as selfish as being grateful for that feels, Sanji can't deny how helpful it's been. Things are always better with friends around… even if it means imprisoned here together.
“An island, huh? Shit, that's nostalgic. What I wouldn't give to feel the real sea.” The only approximations here are fake, of course, and while they usually serve well-enough, he misses the sound of waves and the feeling of floor gently swaying underfoot. It only takes him another heartbeat to register the part where she mentions being alone. He glances at her out of the side of his eye, suddenly concerned about a lack of nutrition, a few memories vibrating away in the back of his head. “Shit– were you shipwrecked there? If you were alone, had to be hard to find things to eat, yeah? I'm a cook, so if you need something–”
Well, she looks fine, so it's unlikely she's starving, but his sense of rightness won't let him ignore that she might need food.
“As for the flower– I pass through a town this way not long ago. Someone should know about it there, I think.”
By which he means that there should be a member of the crew there that he can potentially threaten if they play cagey, but he hopes it doesn't come to that.
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“Yes, my father.” Though she doesn’t sound pleased about it. “He said a bunch of people from where I’m from are here.” Which she is also not happy about (and a little clueless currently).
Uta smiles though at the mention of the sea. “Yeah. It’s one thing to be around it— or simulate it I guess. I miss being on the sea.” Missed it more than she’d care to admit. Was she truly welcomed home aboard the Red Force? His sudden worry about her health was sweet in its own way, and she has to laugh a bit. It’s nothing malicious, just a bit of shock. “No, I wasn’t shipwrecked, I just… I was left behind by my crew to stay with my mentor. It was only the two of us for a while.”
With no contact to the outside world. How fun.
“What I mean to say, is that I’m fine. We survived.” If surviving off wakeshrooms was truly survival then yeah, sure.
“A town sounds hopeful!” She’s glad to hear it’s close too.