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TDM 01: TAKE 2
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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Unfortunately, due to high demand during the holiday season, we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding during this time.
As a token of our appreciation we have issued 4 CLOTHING VOUCHERS and 4 FOOD VOUCHERS to your account that can be used at many of our locations. Complimentary chips have also been applied to your bank account.
You will be notified as soon as your reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay. 】
EVENS
EVENS
Soft. Warm. Cozy.
The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?
As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.
They’re not alone.
All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?
Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.
The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.
Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.
All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.
Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.
But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.
Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?
As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.
They’re not alone.
All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?
Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.
The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.
Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.
All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.
Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.
But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.
Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
ODDS
ODDS
A bird cries in the distance. Water beads trickle down chilled flesh. Itch itch itch—something pokes your bare ass.
The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.
Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.
Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.
There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.
After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.
They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.
“Yes, brilliant idea, it’s a naked party! Whoohoo! Come on everyone. Take your clothes off. All of them! Naked party, naked party, naked party!”
These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.
Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.
Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.
Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.
There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.
After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.
They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.
These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.
Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Characters will wake up in either a rank 2 room or in the Vale. We ask that you pick one arrival for your character for consistency sake. If you can't choose we suggest using an RNG and letting it pick evens or odds.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.
MAIN LOBBY
MAIN LOBBY
The Peacock is buzzing with excitement! The massive main lobby is especially spectacular with golden streamers, dazzling lanterns, glittering ornaments, and cheerful music. There doesn’t seem to be one particular holiday being celebrated with the general theme being winter and holiday. An amalgamate like this resort simply couldn’t select one thing and had to go for everything (more is always better). The hallways and aisles are packed with streams of guests in ostentatious outfits. One can’t swing a cat without hitting someone*.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.
There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.
Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.
They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).
Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.
These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.
"Have you all heard about the Peacock’s annual wish tradition? No? I’m an old-timer around here, let me tell you … see those little jars hanging amongst the lights? You’re supposed to write down your heart’s desire on a piece of paper and stick it into the jar. Then, take a match and light it on fire. They say if you do that you’ll get your desire within the next 12 months. Me? I’m wishing for an older babe, a high rank babe, to become my sugar momma… what, doing it together with someone? Sure. They say that if you do it with someone you’ll have a fated connection forevermore. So don’t do it with someone you don’t like, hah!"
Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.
Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.
There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.
Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.
They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).
Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.
These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.
Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.
Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.
RED CARDINAL
RED CARDINAL
Those looking to escape from the crowds will find respite in Red Cardinal. Despite being busier than usual, this particular bar remains serene with guests calmly enjoying food and drink. The decorations are minimal with a few red hanging paper lanterns. The proprietress, a handsome woman in her forties, works the bar while watching all guests with an eagle eye. Guests can be loud and out of control in the hallways; they aren’t going to behave that way in her bar.
Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.
"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"
Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.
Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.
Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.
All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!
Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.
"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"
Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.
Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.
Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.
All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players can submit five threads where their character collects a gold ring with their application to receive a bonus upon acceptance. Players should include these links beneath their sample with a note that they are for the 5 Gold Ring game.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.
LOVE DOVE
LOVE DOVE
Love Dove, the resort's largest department store, is running a massive end of the year sale. All items are between 50% - 70% off, which is a massive bargain for those that are tight on chips!
Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.
Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.
At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.
All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.
Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.
Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.
Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.
Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.
At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.
All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.
Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.
Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.
LOVE DOVE (AT NIGHT)
LOVE DOVE ... AT NIGHT
For all the joy that comes with celebrating the holidays, the jubilant atmosphere can evoke loneliness in one's heart. There are many different kinds of loneliness. The melencholy of missing someone that's died. Sorrow from being parted from your family. The ache of watching the one you love celebrating with someone else. The mourning of being left behind by a friend. These feelings are fleeting in the resort—luxury and hedonism are great distractions—but where do they go after that?
Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.
Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.
Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.
The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?
Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.
Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.
Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.
The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ How mask abilities manifest in the wearer is totally up to you. For example, the way a Heart mask wearer senses emotions can vary from character to character. There is no one right way to apply the prompt.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.
CASINO FLOOR
CASINO FLOOR
The Phoenix Casino has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Trademark royal blue has been replaced by shades of gold and white with pops of bright red lanterns. Guests in elaborate masks and costumes mesh together and then part, reveling in pretending to be someone else for a little while.
All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?
There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.
Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.
The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.
The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.
Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?
The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!
All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?
There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.
Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.
The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.
The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.
Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?
The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!
GAME ROOMS
GAME ROOMS
The resort has arranged for four special events during the masquerade. These events take place in private rooms away from the bustle of the main party. There is no advertising about what is in each room and many guests are swept into the momentum. Highly trained staff tending to the door will be quick in prepping wildcards who wander in, giving them little time to realize what exactly they’ve stumbled into before it begins.
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Tifa Lockhart | FF7r | OTA, W/W loved
@kinnie
[ For a beautiful moment, her hand is in his, and she's giving him a smile, and for once, it seems like there's a way out of a mess with mild collateral damage. Besides, with the two of them...they'll figure it out. It's okay.
And then chaos erupts. Her hand at his wrist, his shoulder, even his face is no use. The anger is roiling off him like mako in the reactors.
She didn't want any of this. Why did he have to be here tonight, why did--
He snarls at the crowd, and she can feel her heart breaking. Every time she thinks it can't break again, she's wrong. It's one thing to willingly admit her own inexperience, to choose to barter that against a system she knows will force her to enter into its games, but it's another entirely to watch him out himself like this in pain and anger and fear.
For her.
He deflates. For a moment, all she can see is that sad, scared boy who had no friends, but who risked so much for her. This time she catches both sides of his face, pressing so close their noses nearly touch so that she's sure she's all he can see. ]
Cloud. It's okay. Focus on me.
[ The number is still going up. She can't think too hard about it or she'll be sick. She didn't expect to get this kind of attention, not here, and certainly not because Cloud...The thought of someone touching him like that makes her sick.
But she thinks they staff are going to make them, and she isn't going down easy. ]
I knew what I was doing when I signed up for this. You don't have to do this with me.
[ She knows he's going to protest, that he isn't going to let her go alone, and she moves one hand over his mouth as he starts to argue. ]
You can come as my guard, but I don't want you to watch. [ Please, not that. He would lose himself, tear the other person apart or get hurt doing it, and she would never be able to meet his gaze again. ]
Or...or we could tell the bidder the're only allowed to watch.
[ And her heart breaks again. She knows it's a good solution to an impossible situation, but it hurts, like something that should have been beautiful and precious is now forever tainted and out of reach, like no matter what he says, something has changed between them, that chasm just getting wide. ]
I'm not afraid, Cloud. But I need you safe, too. I can't -- I can't lose you.
[ Her voice finally cracks, her eyes shining a little too brightly. There's an unspoken question under it. Have I already? ]
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it would be fine-- were it him alone. the terror would be present, but it wouldn't parried by this sickness, this rage. but tifa-- he can't bear it. he can't bear the thought of what they'd do to her, of what he's landed the two of them in. ]
I'm going. [ he snaps, watching as vulnerability wells in the ambers of her eyes. ] I'm not letting you do this alone--
[ and he tastes the salt of her skin, her hand having clasped over his mouth. he goes wholly still despite wanting desperately to shake it off with the fervor of a dog. be her guard? he would rather vivisect the patron before letting them touch her. let them watch? the two of them, together, at someone else's mercy-- it ignites his nerves, makes him want to scream.
"i can't lose you," she says, and his head pulses, throbbing with pain. i'm here, he wants to say. i'm still here--
"but are you really?" the voice, the one he can't recognize, in the back of his mind coos.
their patron steps forward: an aged man, salt and pepper hair slicked back with hard lines characterizing his face, in a well fitted suit. a step above don corneo, and yet the circumstances feel more unforgiving.
"what a lovely pair. it's my honor to have you two for the night."
cloud wrenches tifa's hand off-- and he nearly snarls, biting back a reaction, before he's pacified against his will. he feels his senses easing into a haze, a drowsy and intoxicating tranquility. he doesn't remember what happens next, or how they've found themselves in this luxury room. he doesn't know it if it's the magic or his own mental instability that causes the lapse. but it's gilded with gold as the soft light whitewashes the marble tiling. there's a bed at its center, one large enough for the three of them.
his eyes search for her immediately-- only to find that she's seated across from him. their patron stands at the foot of bed.
"please undress when you're ready. i'll be waiting."
the heel of cloud's palm rubs at his forehead. the fog is unbearable; it clouds his mind, quelling his indignation. ]
Tifa... [ he murmurs, voice still laced with concern. ] Just... leave it to me. I'll take care of him... you don't-- don't have to...
[ the sickening anger has melted away into complacence. but somehow -- the thought of her in pain, in deep discomfort, still pricks at his heart. ]
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Either way, she's got him, he's here. She can coach him through this.
That moment of stability is once again ripped away as their patron speaks. Tifa whimpers, Cloud's thrashing grip crushing her wrist. She doesn't even have time to plead with him, because suddenly Cloud's against the wall, his eyes dull and his body limp.
Tifa's leg is connecting with the man's head before she's even decided she's fighting, ungloved hands up and a snarl on her face.
She loses track of what happens next, the fight and worry suddenly draining out of her. Her mind is loose and heavy, a drifting fog and...it's nice here. Nothing can hurt her; everything is pleasant and safe, and it's so nice, not to think.
She remembers the touch of skin on her hand, the curve of a chair back in the hall, trailing her fingers on the wallpaper, the line of Cloud's nose in profile, silhouetted by a sconce light.
The haze starts to recede and she finds herself seated in a fine room, Cloud close enough by she could set her hand on his leg if she wanted to. That thought is pleasant, but there's something dully unpleasant beneath it.
The patron speaks, and her head turns. At his order, her hands go to the neck of her dress, fingers tracing the luxurious velvet and the thick breast tissue underneath. A dull ache stirs in her groin, and she feels agreeable, eager even, to comply.
But Cloud's speaking. Her brow furrows, trying to connect what he's worried for.
Oh. Yes. Of course.
She turns to the man, smile bright, voice even without a trace of embarrassment. Or any room to disagree. ]
We'll follow your rules and orders, but you will not be touching either of us.
[ Her eyes rest on the slight discoloration on the side of his face, a bruise that promises to grow. Something twists in the man's smile, features kinder and more vicious than Don Corneo's. He nods once.
'I will not lay a finger on either of you.'
Satisfied, she stands, tugging the zipper down her ass, curving her rib cage forward and sliding the the velvet from her shoulders so that the fabric pools to the ground around her, leaving her bare-chested in lace underwear and heels.
She turns to Cloud, affection softening her already warm expression. That ache flares in her again, and really, is this not someone she'd like to do this with? What difference does it really make if someone watches? ]
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cloud watches as emerald spills to her feet. his eyes flit down, taking in the sight of her, and his lips part breathlessly. she was beautiful. she always had been. his eyes drift back up, blues intertwining with reds, and his fingers slowly work away at the buttons of his dress shirt. he shrugs out of it until he's bare-- and then his slacks come off, and he's sitting across the bed from her, muscle and sinew whittling down to his bones. he's strong -- but that's all he is. where there should be perfectly human fat deposits, a sign of nourishment and health, there are none. he's an emaciated warrior, a living weapon and little more.
he doesn't know why his body looks like this. he can't question it without the pain surging back. the shame dwells in the back of his mind. she looked so real and he-- didn't.
cloud latches onto that affection with every fibre of his being. it's the only thing tangible to him right now. ]
I wish, [ he mutters, mumbling into the air. ] I wish--
[ he turns away. the heat is hitting him in waves, all encompassing and alive. ]
I could kiss you.
[ he falls back into silence. and somehow, with enough coherence-- ]
But... it's not... it wasn't supposed to be like this...
[ this. their lives. none of it was ever meant to be like this. then there's a knock resounding against the door, and the man with a graying slick of hair returns. he ogles them both, a glutton for what he's been presented with,
"very good. now please, lay on the bed, side by side. i have something special for you two in mind tonight." ]
...Mm. [ cloud hums out complacently. the tension in his stomach is growing, and sweat beads down his chest. ]
...When you're ready.
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Her expression falters. His body is -- Tifa's seen so many bodies, especially fighters, especially shirtless as they stream sweat. She's seen steroids and hunger and everything in between. Something about Cloud's bare torso makes her stomach coil. Her eyes get steely, her fists clenching, and if it weren't for this fog whispering to be calm, that everything was okay, she'd be gathering him up in her arms and holding him so tight he couldn't breathe.
What did they do to you?
Her own voice is far away, the reaction already fading to nothing more than a twitch of her hand toward his as he continues stripping. Right.
She bends down, undoing her heels, slipping off her panties, and stepping truly naked toward the bed. Her eyes go back to him, that nagging sense of protection fizzing again as her eyes skate over him, heat replacing it as her eyes meet cock and strong thighs. She wants to trail her fingers over that skin while she brushes back his hair, whisper to him until that rare smile he gets lightens his face. She wants him to nestle against her chest and whisper her name. It leaves an ache in her, and then the fog takes that too.
He speaks, slow and stilted, like when he first came to Midgar. But the words make her pulse quicken. The heat from before roars louder, and it's only surprise that keeps her from stepping closer.
That, and the sadness. He shouldn't be sad, not about wanting to be with her. But he's...right. Something is wrong. ]
I wish you could kiss me too.
[ A tear slides down her face. Surprised, she touches it, starting at her fingertip for a moment.
Whatever the thought is, it's gone as the man returns to give them a new order. She doesn't even notice him looking at her; she's too focused on Cloud. But lying beside him feels better than standing across the room like this, and so she obliges, climbing onto the lush comforter and settling with her shoulders against the pillows. As soon as he's in reach, her fingers seek his out, giving him a gentle squeeze. ]
You will not touch him. [ She says it again, face set. ]
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[ Oh thank god it's another woman.
Not that that makes spooning her any better. Pink colors her entire face as she tries not to process that the soft warmth she'd been grasping had been breasts.
The woman thankfully turns her back and rises. Tifa takes the opportunity to right her robe, even if her eyes trail to just how tall and strong this woman is. It's fortunate that she didn't have a violent response to a stranger cuddling her.
Rearranged, Tifa scoots out of the bed, retucking her robe again and looking around. It's certainly not the Honeybee Inn, and it doesn't look like any Shinra or slum buildings she's been in. ]
No idea. I don't recognize any of this.
[ And then she thinks of the simulators they saw before they left Midgar, and of Aerith being locked up all those years. Panic swells in her, and before she thinks better of it, she whips around, high-kicking the wall.
There's a dull thud, and a dent where her foot presses in plaster, not enough to puncture but enough that it's certainly damage.
Nothing else happens. Either this isn't a simulation, or they're in so deep it doesn't matter. ]
Well, I think it's real.
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She keeps her gaze turned away from this woman, but she listens to her carefully: her movement, what direction she's going in or turning away from. Wouldn't do to be too calm, she wagers. No weapon. No Vanille—
Couldn't think about that now. She had to be practical. Fang presses the heel of her palm to her forehead, looking from her left to her right.] Psh. That'd be too easy, yeah? [There's a wry smile there, hidden in her voice.] Alright, then. So, you and me—
[Her words cut off abruptly at a sudden thud, and she turns around just long enough to see the kick.
One hell of a kick at that. There is a low, impressed whistle.] No kidding. [She says, wide-eyed.] If you've only just gotten here and the wall's upset you that badly, I'd dread to see what you'd do to one you were harboring a grudge for.
[Now that she gets a good look at this woman — she sees it now, what she'd missed with her back turned but had been enough to make the hairs rise along her neck. The tell had been the way she moved. It was not the sort of thing Fang could explain easily. It was more something you learned after enough times of getting in loads of fights, which she had (quite proudly at that) and sometimes being on the wrong end of someone's fists.]
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I may have a little pent up frustration [ she says, managing a weak smile as her gaze goes back up to the woman. Her accent is interesting, something Tifa can't place.
Then again, it's not like she's been very many places. Nibelheim and Midgar.
Both gone now. Sector 7 anyway.
It's still fresh enough that the thought hits her like a train, making her stomach roll, then fleeing again. Grief, she knows, from the last time. That doesn't make it any easier. Just less foreign. ]
Does Midgar or Shinra mean anything to you? Or the Planet?
[ She's...really guessing the answer is no. Which feels insane, but -- something's tugging at the back of her mind, telling her whatever's going on here, it's...wrong.
Cetra exist. Jenova exists. Meteors and monsters and magic exist, so...
She doesn't want to finish the thought, swallowing hard. ]
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The questions make her frown not long after, puzzling over the names of all the fal'Cie and the Gods that she could remember. She shakes her head, sounding apologetic when she answers.] And I can't say that they do, sorry. I take it that you haven't heard of Gran Pulse, either. Damn.
We'll work out the fine details in a bit. [She says briskly, deciding for the both of them.] First thing's first: the name's Fang. Pleasure's all mine. Figure we ought to know each other's names, given how we woke up.
[There's no sheepishness or embarrassment at this. It's acknowledged with a frankness that she seems to wear comfortably.] And secondly: you notice any new jewelry?
[She holds up the wrist bearing her new watch.] There's data on it, I think.
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[ She wants to put her face underwater for how bashful she feels, but then Edelgard smiles, and it's like her whole chest lights up. She twirls the hair near her face, because if she doesn't she thinks she might be tempted to touch the others girl's dripping silver locks, run her fingers through them and braid them and maybe massage those delicate shoulders.
Then the Edelgard is telling her she's pretty and scooting closer, and for a moment Tifa feels like a twelve-year-old who doesn't know what to do with the new girl at school. ]
Tifa.
[ She wants to say something, anything else, but her brain feels utterly empty of anything except observations like You have such an elegant curve to your nose or I wonder what it would feel like to lay in the crook of your neck.
She, too, inches slightly closer, startling as their pinkies just touch beneath the water. ]
O-oh. Excuse me...
[ But she's staring at Edelgard's face without pulling her hand away. ]
thank you for moving us! sorry for the delay!
[ For all their mutual blushing anyone watching from across the room at this exact moment might think they were propositioning each other rather than impulsively giving polite little compliments. When their fingers touch Edelgard feels a pleasant wrench her belly. Naked physical contact is, for her, unheard of - it may only be their pinkies touching at first but a moment later its two of Edelgard's fingers crossing over Tifa's. Still unquestionably chaste but the desire to touch and be touched is a spark that actual contact threatens to turn into flame. ]
You have have done nothing wrong.
[ Or, well, if Tifa has, she has now done something even more questionable. And she isn't stopping there, one dripping hand rising to carefully comb wet hair away from Tifa's face. ]
no worries on either account!
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Yes, we can.
[ Her voice is sad, far away. It's not that knowing they can hold fast isn't encouraging it's just...she's tired of having to do that in the face of impossible, powerful overlords. Before now, she's at least had agency over her own body.
She shakes her head as if she can shake off the sadness. No use fretting over what she can't control. She smiles again, a smile only her closest friends know is false. ]
You're right. There's a community of us, and with that many motivated people, we'll figure something out. Trade strategies, help people get breaks. It'll be okay. They can't take everything from us.
[ In her mind's eye Sector 7 burns, and for a moment her smile wavers.
Can they? ]
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Yeah. They can't.
[... Can they? Even with what they've seen so far, there's no telling how much of this is actually real. It could all be some sort of dream. Or it could actually be real, and every effect the residents are feeling are a part of that. Whoever brought them here, they have to be pretty powerful.]
It's not my preferred method of having to deal with a situation like this...
[...but what choice do they have?
He shakes his head a little, deciding to try and shift the mood a bit.]
Hey, do you want a bite to eat? I can get us some food from the buffet, or we can go eat there if you'd like.
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[ The last thing she wanted was to sit here in this long hallway alone, waiting for someone to show up again, wondering if they ever would. That felt...too much like too many memories.
She rises, holding out her arm to be taken like they're at some fancy event, and this time her smile is warmer. ]
Have to show off your pretty date, right?
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Her comment causes him to turn a bit pink, laughing a little to try and mask it. He'd be lying if he didn't admit that that was a nice thought. Even though he knows that's not why he helped her, and that she was teasing.]
Yeah, let's go.
[It's a bit of a walk, but they eventually make it to the casino, where the giant buffet awaits. It's an absolute smorgasbord of food types. Rows, rows and more rows of all the food one could imagine.]
I know they said it was a buffet and there's a lot of people, but that's still more food than I expected. [Not that he's complaining!]
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Tifa was having similar thoughts. That morning, the idea of having to start again was enough to make her feel crushed. She didn't know if she could do it again. Be alone.
But with someone here to take care of and protect, someone who already knew her...her fingers tighten on Aerith's arm again.
"Do you think it's going on without us?" she asks. "Home, I mean." She doesn't mean to be so heavy, but the worry is in her face. That happened, with Sector 7 too. It's so easy to say what she's thinking around Aerith, and that's both wonderful and confusing.
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They'd get home safe if Aerith had to turn this place upside down to do it. No matter what it took, she'd be willing to give it everything she got if it meant Tifa could smile again, without the hurt and fear in her eyes.
"You trust me, right? We'll go home, where everyone's waiting for us." There were things she wanted to say, but held back. Something about Tifa felt...different, and she didn't want to speak those hidden feelings into words. But she'd never lied to Tifa, not once. But she smiles then, warm and bright.
"Besides, Marlene's probably waiting patiently for you with mom, hoping you'll come tell her stories again. We can't go around letting her down now, can we?"
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Tifa wanted to believe it wasn't just because she was scared and something about Aerith made her feel like she could admit that, though maybe that was part of it. She didn't really expect Aerith to fix it. But that stubbornness, that confidence -- it did make her feel better. And like she could find the strength too.
She didn't really, in her heart, believe they were going to make it home. But she believed they were going to do everything in their power to make it happen.
"Right. They haven't stopped us yet, and I pity the moron who wants to go up against the both of us."
Her smile is genuine, as is the brightness back on her face. But lurking under it are things she doesn't know how to say.
Of course I trust you.
Maybe it's okay, if we're stuck here, if everyone else is safe and we aren't alone.
Marlene and Barrett though -- and Cloud --
"Exactly. We can't let them down."
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So Aerith grins, and it's all mischief and mayhem, wrapped in sweetness. The one she wore whenever she was about to make herself somebody else's problem. Blazing confidence born from certainty for a future that might not come tomorrow, but one she'd carve out with her own hands if necessary.
For Tifa, for Cloud, and for the others.
"They won't know what hit them!"
You're not alone, we're in this together.
I never left you, not really.
The spark of rebellion that had begun to flicker to life when she'd woken up in an unfamiliar bed with a complete stranger blazed to life at the unspoken promise. That she was going to find how this place worked and use everything she could to her advantage. Whatever it took to get Tifa home safe to Cloud and everyone else.
We'll go together.
So she gently squeezes Tifa's arm, leaning into her to give her the reassuring warmth of her weight against her side.
"And we won't."
A (with permission, thanks friend!)
He turns his head, the dark curls of his soft hair brushing her face, eyes blinking open to spy eyes a color he's never seen before in a human. Suddenly, she's scooting back away from him, as he starts to push himself up on one metal arm. The chunky grind of metal and whine of unseen actuators accompanies the motion, articulated metal fingers splayed over the mattress. He watches her twist, like she can't get away from him fast enough, and something in the pit of what passes for the puppet's stomach drops, misunderstanding.
Hardly needing further prompting than the jab of her elbow - which finds him unusually solid for his otherwise slender frame - he backs away, seemingly either unbothered by their state of undress - his own freckled skin bare but for the terrycloth tied around his hips - or simply taking this surprising circumstance with an unreal amount of calm.
Except the beds are very narrow. And the puppet has no experience even laying in one in the first place, so there's really no preparing him for when he scoots back to find nothing there to support him, and drops back with a crash, leaving Tifa with space - save his legs disappearing over the edge of the bed. And a flustered puff of breath from the puppet, just out of sight. He answers, quietly humiliated, as his eyes sweep over the small and unfamiliar cabin. ]
After you.
glad you're here :)
Except in the span of a breath, he's made space between them and -- toppled off the bed with a thud that seems too heavy for his size. Despite herself, she reaches forward, leaning over to check if he's okay.
He's -- young. And one of his arms is metal. She's never seen anything quite like it. Barrett could use one like that. Maybe it's the familiarity that softens her fear, maybe it's that nothing in his defeated energy says he's got any more idea what's going on than she does. ]
Here, give me your hand. I'll help you up.
[ She's pointedly not looking at where his robe has fallen askew, even if she's making sure hers is tightly secured across her otherwise bare body. ]
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Violence is usually what follows when a human recognizes him for what he is — by hearing his springs, or perhaps the soft clatter of gears churning behind a lifelike form — and he's faced far worse than an errant elbow. It doesn't mean the indignity of toppling onto the floor like this, or the apparent revulsion stings any less.
He's ever been someone who speaks subtly with his eyes, and the look he gives her is at first wary, as if he's expecting a trick. No one repulsed by a puppet cares to lend a helping hand. Doubtful now, that perhaps he's misunderstood the situation, he darts that blue-eyed glance uncertainly over her and his immediate surroundings. Just looking, not leering. ]
But, [ his jaw tenses, a flinch around his eyes that betrays a conflict, ] You said not to touch you.
[ It's probably rather obvious by now that this metal-armed stranger is more concerned about her request to not be touched than he is about anything else, let alone the fact that his own terrycloth isn't so much the last warden of his modesty as a casualty of the war with gravity. That battle has been decided, it lies half on his hip and half on the floor. She's not looking and he'd have to care about this notion of indecency enough to notice.
He's distracted by a buzzing sensation on his wrist, lifting his hand to stare at the unfamiliar band fitted around it like he's never seen anything of its like before. Then again, watches were round, often ornate matters one slipped into a pocket. The puppet tilts his head at it, then angles his inquisitive look back up at Tifa. Should she indeed attempt to take advantage of his raised hand to pull him up, she'll find him very heavy. Not too heavy for a martial artist of her caliber, mind, but there's nowhere he could be hiding anything to account for the weight. ]
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And, maybe, in the back of her mind, he reminds her a little of Cloud, especially back when they were kids. ]
I know. Thank you for listening. I was just startled. I didn't mean for you to wind up on the floor.
[ She does take his hand, and yeah, he's heavy. And the way it's balanced, it seems like it's not just that arm. Still, she shifts, her body more than able to pull him up. With them both standing, she shifts her attention to her own buzzing watch. ]
Hmm. They match. I'm guessing...you don't know how we got here either? I don't recognize you. [ Or his arm. ]
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