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[ Date was, admittedly, going to avoid the ryokan because even though it sounded nice, he doesn't really... have the money for it. So, he just kept away from it and the advertising until —
One day, he wakes up in a bed, changed into a purple yukata and tucked away in bed with... someone else? He wakes up with a start, a yelp, and immediately scrambles back out of the bed and onto the floor in response. ]
You...!
[ He doesn't even know you! ... Or does he? ]
two — baths.
[ The stress of not being able to afford the ryokan did fade away when he won a lucky bag for money so, you know what, he's just going to enjoy the place. Find Date in one of the baths (outside or inside, your choice) and just soaking up the blissful atmosphere.
He's truly not thinking of anything perverted right now, even though he's naked and in a possibly enclosed space with another person. Nope. This old man is leaning against the stone, eyes closed, and looks near close to slumbering at this point. ]
three — massage (nsfw).
[ Date doesn't quite realize someone else is in the room with him for the happy endings massage until, well, the end. The end when the massage therapist leaves him on the table, where he's only covered by a towel, and all worked up. He lifts his head as the therapist leaves with a —
Do enjoy yourselves, guests!
And then he looks over at, perhaps, you and just asks — ]
Hey, do you feel... that?
[ That being the aphrodisiac nature of the oil. ]
four — puppies.
[ This is the prompt where you can find Date, still dressed in the purple yukata, lying on the floor of the puppy yoga room and covered in puppies. That's it. That's all he's doing. Puppy bliss right here. ]
five — wildcard.
[ anything else not in the prompts? hmu here! feel free to pm or add me at lotuspier to plot. will be a bit slow! ]
[ Well, that's what Maruki gets for thinking he could lay on this massage table, perfectly still and silent, until either the therapists came back to finish their work or the other party left the room.
He clings to that delusion for a few moments longer, facedown and barely even daring to breathe, willing the door to open and give him just enough time to dart out to freedom–
But then the silence hangs for too long, and the aching heat in his gut grows too strong, and he lifts his head just enough for his voice to be heard. ]
You'll have to be more specific. I'm feeling... a little bit too much right now.
[ Junpei shoots up with a gasp. Why is it so bright? The school was dark, it should be dark, it should be ... not soft. Hands curl into fabric. Gripping and releasing as if he's never felt a blanket before. Wasn't he just on the cold tile floor? Trying to make the puzzle pieces fit was impossible. This place wasn't any place he'd ever seen in his life. ]
W-what ... where am ...
[ With a tremble in his voice he rises to his knees, eyes unsure where to focus first. Fingers fly to the sleeve of the yukata he's wearing, tugging as if to make sure it's real. At first he thinks it's a nonsensical pattern of blue blobs, but as he looks closer he freezes in place.
Jellyfish.
This only raises more questions, and there are already so many questions he feels overburdened. Eyes are darting again, his heart a bird slamming against the walls of its cage, but he doesn't find anything especially ... wait, is that a lump in the other bed?
Maybe it's a horrible idea to find out what that lump is. Isn't it a horror movie trope to have a character lulled into a false sense of security by an idyllic scene, only to have a monster pop out from an unexpected place?
And yet, he hears himself nervously utter: ]
H-hello?
𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗴
[ The first day, he's determined to ignore the bag. It would be foolish, right? To let curiosity overtake him and possibly be inflicted with some ill on top of being in this strange place with these strange people. He needs all his wits about him, wants his head clear so he can make calculated decisions. For some reason he found himself unable to summon Moon Dregs, so logic was the only decent weapon he had at his disposal.
When he witnesses a few others opening their bags and experiencing the array of effects within, he feels that curiosity inside of him become even itchier. Schrödinger's Lucky Bag mocks him from the corner of his bed, calling with its sweet siren song.
Murmuring insults at himself under his breath, he reaches for it at last and carefully unties the string ...]
➢ 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 ~ 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
[ Nothing. Nothing happens. He shakes the bag upside-down, brow furrowing in frustration. Raising it above his head he peers inside, confirming it is completely empty. With a roll of his eyes he tosses it in the wastebasket and scolds himself again for being so gullible. It feels like this place is one big prank on him, some kind of divine punishment for letting dark thoughts take the reigns in his previous existence. Traditional hell would have been too mundane a fate for fraternizing with curses and terrorizing his school. Instead he got this. An exasperated sigh escapes his throat as he slides open the shoji and steps into the hall. Maybe if he's lucky there won't be too many people to avoid at the indoor baths. He's not chancing the snow monkeys again.
Sniff. Sniff.
Where is that lavender smell coming from all of a sudden? ]
➢ 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 ~ 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑑 (cw: eye horror)
[ To his credit, he avoids opening the daily bag for several days after that, telling himself that once was at least marginally excusable. Twice, he'd have to be an idiot.
The scream that erupts from him the moment he passes a mirror cuts through the quiet serenity of the ryokan. Staring back at him in his reflection is a singular, massive, bulging eye. He's been rendered a cyclops, and his fringe is doing absolutely nothing to hide the ocular catastrophe.
There's an even deeper dread when he feels the cold bubbling of anguish forming in his chest. As panicked as he is, he knows he absolutely cannot cry like this. Taking in a deep breath he straightens up, dashing down the hall to try and get back to his room before anyone else catches what's happened to him. Is this how other teenagers felt about zits? ]
𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (cw: dubcon, petplay, muzzle)
[ The mouthing off was inevitable. A repeated issue with Junpei was that he never was able to keep his mouth shut in the face of injustice, even when it might save him from even more trouble in the long run. The idea that his current circumstances were some kind of penance for his sins in life had washed away after having conversations with those who weren't freshly arrived - now he knew the truth, and he was going to make it authority's problem.
That had gotten him here, locked in one of the play rooms, fingers trying in vain to pull off the dog muzzle firmly attached to his face. It didn't make any sense, but there didn't seem to be any loop to unhook on any of the leather straps encircling his skull. Bashing it against the wall hadn't even made a dent in the wires, only earning him the start of a headache.
Of secondary annoyance was the fact he'd been left otherwise nude, and the room they'd deposited him in was decorated like the most miserable kennel imaginable. The concrete was cold against his skin, causing him to huddle miserably in the dog bed in the corner once he'd exhausted himself. ]
((ooc: Hi, Tanuki here! If you'd like any other scenes feel free to PM this account or reach me on tentaclemonster. I also have an info/permissions post here. ))
[The switch from a cold, uncomfortable basement room to a warm, soft futon that smells nice is something Megumi picks on immediately. To say he's wired from the moment he arrived here would be an understatement, and he felt the switch between the rooms almost instantly.
Just like he feels another person in the same room with him, next to him, and until he was addressed, he made no move to show he was awake. But the moment the person made a move to inspect him, his hand shot up instantly, grabbing the front of the man's yukata, bringing them face to face-]
Who are you? What did you do?
[Sorry, Junpei, you're being held responsible for the sudden, magical room switch until proven innocent. Thankfully, Megumi is also fully dressed underneath the covers (this time!), courtesy of the Hotel, in nice, green yukata, hair tousled from sleep.]
[ooc: o/! I don't remember how much Megumi knows about Junpei in general, if at all, so... first FIRST meeting? :'D I can work with anything.]
welcome inn. 🌄 [ Waking up to the sound of other people isn't alarming by itself. The walls of the Brotherhood house are paper thin, and its residents loud, so if Pietro isn't already up at the crack of dawn any of the other boys could be an alarm clock.
This isn't that kind of noise. It's quiet, tranquil even, the gentle sounds of nature cooing him into consciousness beside what sounds like at least one other person enjoying the same kind of wake-up call.
This isn't where he's supposed to be.
Pietro is up and at 'em in the literal blink of an eye, a pillow in his hands as the only suitable 'weapon' in the room and he's in every corner, he's outside, back inside, out the door, back in, followed only by a faint blur and gust of air as he disappears and reappears in each spot. The last of which being right in the face of whichever unwitting roommate caught his eye first. ]
You. What is this? Where are we? How did we get here? Why are we here? Do you know?
[ And he talks as fast as he moves. Some energy for first thing in the morning. ] group dining. 🍵 [ Something everyone wants to see when they're escorted to their dining partner: a poorly hidden roll of the eyes.
It seems to be more directed at the staff than at you, though, since there's less ire when he looks at you proper. He glances back over to the retreating staff, motioning between the two of you, ] So is, y'know, this...is this just policy? A guy can't even eat alone here? jenga. 🥢 [ Pietro managed exactly one game of ping pong before his 'strategy' was found out and he was swiftly banned from the nightly competition. Annoying, since that's the only game here with enough movement to keep him honestly entertained, but his competetive spirit demanded he find some other way to win tonight.
Jenga. A game of precision and patience. Not his strong suit. But he doesn't know the other board games well enough to feel confident in whooping anyone, so, jenga it is. ]
Any house rules on who goes first where you're from? onsen. 🐵 [ Pietro isn't great at still, quiet relaxation. There's an energy humming under his skin at all times, and it won't calm down no matter how perfect the temperature of the water or how authentic the surrounding nature. It builds, and builds, and the only thing keeping him from circling in laps around the spring itself is how ridiculous it would look but god if he's not tempted just to be able to actually relax.
He's considering giving up and going back onto dry land when his wandering eyes spot a small troop of monkeys on the far end of the spring enjoying themselves much more than he is. They've got a pile of spoils sitting out of the water next to them, hair brushes, half-empty soap bottles, snacks, and of course towels.
No, he is not jealous of what's a bunch of animals resting after what must have been a good time. But he is looking left and right, just in case those dutiful patrols are closeby.
He taps his hand against the water's surface, making just enough of a splash to get the attention of whoever's nearby. ]
Hey. You bet I could steal something back from 'em? healing paws. 🐾 [ Animals are pretty okay. They're dumb, they don't care about grades, electricity bills, or political coups--just eating and sleeping. It must be so, so very nice to live like that.
Well. Eating, sleeping, and playing.
Pietro's finally found somewhere he can basically be by himself, if in the company of a kitten, and for now he's alright with that. It's a little brown tabby, chasing after the feathery end of a flirt pole like it's insulted the fella's honor, bapping and bouncing and gnawing as much as it can before it's whisked away for another chase.
In the dim lights almost no one can see the leader of the belligerent Brotherhood, Quicksilver, smiling to himself while he plays with a sweet widdwe kitten. It might be the most relaxed he's been since getting here.
But nothing good lasts forever. The baby's got a firm hold on its prey, holding steady with rabbit kicks here and there while Pietro tries his best to tug carefully so as not to break the toy or the kitten...and of course the toy is what gives first. The string keeping it all attached snaps, letting go of enough force keeping it from going where Pietro wanted it to go that the stick flings itself over into the next guest's space, interrupting whatever activities they were enjoying with their respective cat. ]
Oh! Oh, uh...sorry?
[ Kitten isn't sorry. Kitten is bouncing around with its prize. It's a good day for kitten. ] wildcard. 🏃♂️💨 [ Hello, my name is Gray and I'm new here! If you don't see a prompt that calls to you I'm more than happy to work out something else via pm to this journal or my atp/emp post. Or you could just go for it, I'm flexible and can yes-and with the almost-best of them. Info for Pietro is here, with a kinklist here! I hope you're enjoying your 2026! ♡ ]
[ Maruki's watched this guy get in and out of the onsen again and again the same way he's watched everything else this evening: lazily, and with little interest in interfering. It's been one of his more... active days so far in the ryokan, and he's desperate for the relative peace that the onsen brings, all the soreness in his body melting away and his mind finally clearing.
But he'll speak when spoken to, and the restless young man is certainly speaking to him. ]
Hm?
[ Steal something back from...?
He reaches up to where his glasses are perched on top of his head and gently knocks them back down on this nose. Through half-fogged lenses, he squints in the direction Pietro's indicating and realizes what he's talking about. ]
Ah, that depends. [ Glasses back up into his hair. He doesn't want to see whatever is about to go down. ] Do you think you could fight off a whole pack of them if they turned on you?
[ The sleeves of his yukata have been rolled up as he stands looking smugly proud at the end of one pingpong table, bouncing the little ball up and down on the paddle in his hand. It should be noted that there are other people in the room with him in various states of undress, but it looks like Gen himself has not removed a single article of clothing the entire time he's been playing. ]
Hey, you.
[ He'll let the ball fall on the table, and dramatically gesture to whoever just happened to walk through the door. ]
You any good? I'm getting bored playing against amateurs.
II. MONKEY CHASE
[ Picture this: you're sitting there soaking in the warm waters of an outdoor onsen. All the stress that has built up in your muscles is slowly washed away as the minutes pass by. The world around you is serene and the sounds gentle and quiet--
Except... is that screaming in the distance that is rapidly growing louder?
Is that a naked man running full speed after a particularly agile monkey?
Well this doesn't seem serene at all! How is someone supposed to enjoy their time relaxing in warm water with a man screaming at the top of his lungs: ]
GIVE IT BACK, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!
III. PUPNISHMENT
[ Turns out causing a racket in the onsen is actually grounds for some kind of punishment too, because here Gen is sitting on the floor, his legs and arms both crossed in a way that is decidedly not doggy despite the eared headband that has been shoved onto his head, and the muzzle cover the lower half of his face.
The pet shaming sign around his neck reads "I bit the staff when they attempted to insert my 'tail'".
He doesn't look particularly shamed by this fact, if anything he just looks surly and ready to bite again if anyone takes the muzzle off. ]
[ Shoko was sure this onsen was set to cure her insomnia and huge bags under her eyes. She's been soaking for at least half an hour and doesn't look as if she will remove herself any time soon. Too bad she can't smoke in here. She can drink tho.
Not even monkeys or running, naked men will chase her away. She's seen her share of chaos; this is almost too tame.
She's halfway pinning her hair up, the water just barely covering her bust due to her movements, when the monkey runs in.
And jumps in the water, with the towel it stole. Shoko's on the deeper side of the onsen, so saving said towel was impossible.]
You might as well get a new one, [she says, stretching briefly, then sitting back down to soak some more.]
John remembers the festival from a few months back; it was his first time seeing Arthur, after all, so there's a certain amount of fondness for the aesthetic, and given their encounter in the bathhouse there? Doubly so. Thus, when he wakes in a yukata, after the necessary adjustments, he's just pleased to see that this month's changes are what they are. You (or the hotel staff) won't have to tell him twice to check in.
Getting Lucky?
[ attraction, blindfold play offer, suit flare (diamond) ]
The bag is a surprise, and he's anxious enough that he reads the note a few times before he opens it up to see what he might have gotten. The first 'pull' is lucky: he might not realize it at first, but the attraction he has added to him will probably turn a few heads. The second pull goes similarly: he's extremely pleased to find the lovely blindfold the resort provided them, though he and Arthur (or maybe someone else who notices it curiously?) will have to see what effect it has.
...but not every pull is good. The third pull does something he hasn't had happen before this: a suit flare, something he's done his best to avoid. Normally, John doesn't so much have lust as a deep desire to connect and be with people. Normally, John is very careful with his power here. This... is not John 'normally'. [ ooc: let's chat if you want to play with suitflare! ]
Group Dining and Community Gaming
[share a meal, hook up potential, light flirty fun with jenga]
John doesn't need to eat. It's one of the reasons why he generally doesn't; it's a waste of chips, really, but when it comes to having new things to try, he's 100% there to taste a little bit of everything. More than likely, John will offer the rest of his dish if he's less interested to whoever he's eating with so if you're looking for free food, he's a good one to sit with.
As for Sexy Go and Shogi? Well, someone might accuse him of being some sort of 'shark' for these games. He's never played them before, so he's going to need someone to explain how they go for him. Buuuut once he's got the hang of it, look out. You're very likely to end up his 'prisoner of war'. Which is great if you want a service top.
But he's mostly here for the Flirty Sushi Jenga. Why? Nothing complicated: it's fun. He doesn't particularly care about personal space or associate physicality with anything more or less than having a good time with someone. If you happen to be around, he's definitely going to invite you over to play with him.
Baths and Spa
[ gen baths, sexy baths (guess who doesn't need to breathe underwater?), shopping ]
John loves this. So much.
John knows that Arthur has a lot of issues with water and with baths, but he also knows that his partner has greatly enjoyed them himself and thus while he won't push, he's going to make every opportunity to be in the water himself and Arthur will hopefully join him. If not, hopefully others will join him.
He loves company and he's not at all bothered by strangers. Personal space is for other people: he's never been all that interested in it, even if he'll respect other's.
So name the bath: you might find John in there. And he's more than willing to get amorous in the baths; it helps a lot when you don't have to come up for air and do enjoy using your mouth. But he's also just as content to enjoy the baths socially, meet people, learn things, and enjoy the water.
He's also going to enjoy the shopping, spending a decent amount of time in the shop to find the products that match the scents Arthur likes the best (Arthur's nose is sensitive and when he finds something he likes, he's going to accomodate it) and a few of the yukata to keep in their room for Arthur. He might go for the couple's spa experience if someone asks, of course...
Self-Care: Puppies and Kitties
[ Purely actual animals. Animal transformation. Cute/Gen. ]
John has never seen or dealt with a dog or a cat.
The narration repeats: John has never actually dealt with a dog or a cat.
It's not that he doesn't know what they are. Of course he does. And he's got some memories of them, in the distant way that all of his non-Dark World memories are. But at the same time, by that same token: he has never gotten to pet a puppy. Or cuddle a kitty.
And he loves it.
Once he discovers the puppy yoga, it'll be difficult to get him away from the little furry creatures... at least until he finds out about the kitties and then he has to go to the relaxation lounge to meet them as well. You might even find him pausing to seemingly talk with one or the other, though he's a great deal more respectful with the cats than he is with the puppies. Oh, he's fond of both, but there's a definite 'foreign dignitary' distance with the cats that he doesn't have with the puppies. In fact, you might catch him turning into a cat, specifically a massive black Maine Coon who won't keep just to the lounge, if you'd like to encounter John as you weren't expecting him.
Wildcard: Anything Else?
[ ooc: ping me to chat on yarnzipan or yarnzipan on Discord! Happy to plot. I'm also more than willing to set up specific starters (or other stuff) here if you like! ]
[ The day has started well so far. If there was any particular effect from his lucky bag this morning, he hasn't noticed it. He's had a nice, relaxing lounge-in, and he's finally starting to get hungry when he has Mehrak load him into his wheelchair so he can head out to the communal dining room for brunch.
He doesn't end up getting particularly far, though.
He's still making his way down the hallway past the various rooms when he spots a familiar face—a familiar god, lurking in the doorway of what has to be his own room. With a quiet command, Kaveh has Mehrak stop pushing the chair, bringing himself to a halt in front of the other man as he offers a warm smile. ]
Hey, John. Are you enjoying your stay in the... resort?
[ He laughs a little at the last word he uses. It feels wrong, when they're already in a resort, but... how can he describe it any other way? ]
[ Robert wakes up in a room of strangers, wearing a blue yukata that actually isn't terribly unflattering. Red flag number one, probably.
He tries his best not to wake any of the others by kind of tiptoeing across the tatami floor, though there's a high chance it will creak or he'll stub his toe or something. Especially once he opens the lucky bag and he's met with bad luck. Won the fashion lottery but lost the rest, it seems. If he doesn't stub his toe, he just flat out trips over nothing. Or maybe even another person's body that he could have sworn wasn't anywhere near his foot five seconds ago. ]
Shit- [ noticing his roommates paying any attention to him will get him to smile awkwardly, holding up his hands. His stealth plan has failed, he can own up to that. ] Uh.. sorry. I'll just be on my — [ when he turns to go, he blindsides himself right into the side of the door. He groans. ] I'm not normally this embarrassing on a first meeting... promise.
Sushi Jenga
[ It has been a(n embarrassingly) long time since Robert just played a game for the sake of having fun. He's barely even really had recreation time in general, unless you count when he willingly goes to the gym to work out by himself. But it seems there's not much else to do in this weird inn he's supposedly been spirited away to (he never saw that one movie but he's pretty sure waking up in a bathhouse in another world usually isn't a great idea) and the best way to gather some information when you have nothing to go off of? Is to talk to other lifeforms around the area.
So he'll join an occasional game if there's room for another player. Sitting at the jenga table, he currently eyes the tower while taking up his chopsticks, trying to decide the most strategic piece to remove. ]
Just so you know, I literally can't pay you back if I fail at this, so I intend to go all out.
Baths
[ Also in the interest of gathering intel (and not just idly sitting around wondering what the actual fuck is going on), Robert also hits up the baths. He regularly showers at work in the locker room so he isn't shy about wandering around with a towel at his waist, even if his body is a wasteland of scars, bruises, and discolorations.
The monkeys are a bit much, but otherwise he has to admit that this is the most relaxing environment he's been in in — well, for as long as he can remember. It's really nice, and in turn it puts him in a better mood than he has been. While he didn't come with the intention of getting freaky with a stranger, he's still amenable to company (and you never know when the sparks could fly, am I right). ]
If you're coming in this bath, watch out for that monkey over there. [ he points ] It's had this nefarious look in its eye the entire time I've been in here.
[ yes he's being a little corny but that's part of his charm probably. But also that monkey does look up to no good. ]
Free Play
[ While Robert is not exactly shy, he's not been gung-ho about putting himself out there, especially for the more intimate encounters. He's strictly been trying to get information for the most part, and the staff doesn't approve. So eventually he's rounded up as one of the stray pets in need of loving, which is ... incredibly embarrassing.
The moment he's approached by prospective "owners", he tries to back out of it, which may or may not add to his appeal. ]
I'm good. Really. We don't need to do all this.
[ But we do, actually. ]
Wildcard, Etc.
[ Hit me up with anything! I am all for any of the prompts. Gen or Smut are both fine, Robert is in his 30s and I am playing him as bisexual. Let me know if you have any questions or I can be messaged at haurchefant! Will also switch to prose if that's your preference! ]
[ Outside of the occasional round of pool, Bigby’s not one for fun and games, much less with a complete stranger. Maybe it’s just being well-fed and relaxed for once that’s got him in an exceptionally good mood, even if his expression is as grumpy as ever. He leans back, swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand. ]
Your move or mine? Unless a game with no stakes is suddenly not worth it.
[ Despite his undesirable housing situation, Alhaitham isn’t interested in the prospect of the new inn. Predominantly from the poor experience his previous… dungeon housing left him with, but also because he has no interest in spending donated money on a dubious retreat. He’s perfectly content with where he is and dozing in the Swan Lake library between books.
So it’s unsettling when Alhaitham wakes up nestled into the soft, warm bedding of a futon and decidedly a long way from the basement room he had only just become accustomed to. He lays there, blinking at a ceiling entirely unlike any he’s familiar with. The material on his body is equally foreign; a black yukata he’ll realize later, the designs shades of teals.
The most jarring concern is the body beside him.
(The worse problem he’ll realize is that his basement room has been locked. )
For now, Alhaitham handles the situation well, tossing back the blankets without a care for his partner in sleeping and exiting the futon. ]
Do you sleep through everything?
[Clearly there is a problem here. Alhaitham stands over his unexpected bed partner, staring expectantly. ]
—GROUP DINING:
[ Alhaitham made the, evidently, unwise decision of attempting to dine alone, in a corner. He’s come with a book, as well. It’s not at all long before he witnessed the staff begin herding another guest towards his table and as soon as the staff member approaches, Alhaitham stops them readily— ]
I’d prefer to eat alone.
[ The staff ignores him entirely. One staff member is so courteously agreeing, “of course, of course” while the other is still pulling out the chair for the other guest, a hand politely guiding them to sit down, eagerly encouraging the both to enjoy their meal.
The flat look Alhaitham levels the unsuspecting interloper is immense, as if they are at fault for this predicament.]
—SHOGI:
[ It’s impressive that Alhaitham has deigned to participate in anything at all. This particular game had, in fact, sparked some interest and seemed to not have any obvious threats to his dignity unlike those bold enough to engage in the other games. Alhaitham has witnessed that folly.
Curiosity gets the better of him. After several times seeing guests deeply engaged in what appeared to be a thought-provoking game, Alhaitham’s protests are weak when a staff member urges him to sit and play.
Foolish. That’s precisely how Alhaitham has ended up here, shown into a private and very dubious room. Well, it’s not all bad.
Alhaitham is the winner. ]
My prisoner of war, huh?
[ Excuse him if he sounds a little amused. ]
—FREEPLAY:
[ Alhaitham doesn’t realize what he’s walking into. After witnessing numerous real pets, he mistakenly assumed “play room” to mean with those pets. Little dogs and cats, the kind of creatures Kaveh has a soft spot for and not… this.
So when Alhaitham finds there to be people in the kennels, with incredibly fake furry ears and… tails. One would assume Alhaitham would turn around.
He is, trust him. It’s a harder thing when the staff is so eager to urge him to adopt — just come look. The staff act as if they don’t understand what not interested means. What’s more concerning is the pets he’s shown that ‘need training’ or ‘punishment.’
Alhaitham realizes quite quickly that not all the ‘pets’ up for adoption are there willingly. Perhaps he should be more mindful of his behavior.
Regardless, his shoulders rise and fall with a soundless sigh and he rolls his eyes. It would be kind of him to help one person, he guesses. ]
—WILDCARD:
( hi! i’m arty and .artse on discord if you want to plot anything!! i am happy to throw up new starters if you see anything you wanna dooo… like listen, alhaitham needs a haunted sex toy? feel free to just encounter him anywhere. alhaitham will be your unwilling participant in almost every scenario, deadpan and uninterested, doesn’t want to be touched. he has a book to read ok. i play top usually and have a kinklist here for him. )
[ When he wheels his way into the dining room on the first day, it's with also with a book in hand—in his case, of course, it's a sketchbook, but in the eyes of the staff member who has temporarily taken over Mehrak's role pushing his chair, it's enough. She makes an immediate pivot, telling Kaveh that she has the perfect dining partner in mind for him, and honestly the architect doesn't mind—at least until he realizes about halfway to the table that said "perfect dining partner" is the same person he's been doing his absolute best to avoid for the past four weeks and change. His spare hand tenses on the arm of the chair, and he starts to babble something about how it's alright, he doesn't necessarily need to dine with anyone—
The staff member completely ignores his protests and wheels him right up to the table in question, whereupon she starts to chirp the same line—about how she's found the perfect dining partner—right at Alhaitham. ]
Hi, [ he says quietly, as his former roommate looks up at him. And then, awkwardly: ] Sorry I haven't been in contact, I—
[ Congrats on your Mayou jumpscare, roommate! Er... that is, if said roommate didn't somehow spot the very-not-suspicious lump of blankets slowly making its way over to the low table with all the very-yes-suspicious satchels of mystery goodies on it. Like an inchworm. Or maybe a concussed snake? Whatever. Look, jury's out on that one, don't think about it too hard.
The takeaway here is this: she's not a morning person and not remotely interested in hiding that fact one bit. Does she actually know the person she's talking to? Maybe, maybe not... it hardly matters anyway, they're not her problem. That placid stare shifts from the bags on the table up to her roommate and back again, muffling a yawn in the blanket wrapped around her like one big witch burrito. ]
Well? Open it. I wanna see.
two - bath bargain
[ You know you've been here too long when seeing NO DICKING AROUND signs posted absolutely everywhere is a refreshing change of pace. Normalcy? Hell fucking yeah dude rock on she'll take your entire stock. ... ...oh. But there's rewards for yes dicking around. Hmmmm.... ]
Psst. Hey. [ Uh oh. That tone never precedes anything good! ] The payout - are you gonna go for it?
[ Seeing as Mayou is A) lazy as hell and B) not on speaking terms with shame, she's probably been soaking for a good long time and scoping out the traffic while she's at it; all in the name of the hustle, naturally. See, the shrewd narrowing of her eyes directly contradicts that easygoing Just Trust Me Bro™ smile she's got plastered on. Lounging with her chin resting on crossed arms at the onsen's edge, she lets her eyes close in a classic vulpine smile. ]
Feel like buying some insurance? Say... thirty percent of the chips?
[ Hey, nobody said she had to be the one breaking the rules. Business is business, nothing catty about it. ]
three - hisstrionics
[ WAIT WAIT THIS ISN'T WHAT SHE MEANT However clever she may think she is for getting a piece of the pie and dodging the fallout at the same time, it seems her hot streak is destined to fizzle out eventually. Alas - cruel fate. Which means... she loitered way too long and got caught by the scruff of her yukata for ✨bonding activities✨. Yay!
Mayou has opinions about this. Karma, as usual, doesn't give a shit.
Her pride's already bruised enough as is, but the fact all the sillylittleaccessories are actually super cute is just straight up insulting. The nerve. The gumption. The brass fucking balls of the staff to give her adorable aesthetics she actually likes!!!! On the upside, she gets to judge the absolute hell out of everyone else, so it's not all bad, right? (No, she is not acknowledging the "tail included" adoption fine print. Absolutely the fuck not. Die.)
But say, perhaps, some benign soul decides they like the girl looking down her nose at the other unfortunate "pets" with utmost disdain. And say, then, that she can be coaxed out of the corner she's commandeered with only a little digging in of her dainty little cat socks. Is it really be all that surprising if she, supposedly a cat, immediately sets about doing Cat Things out of spite?
CRASH. An expensive looking vase undergoes rapid unplanned disassembly on contact with the floor, courtesy of a lazy swat from Mayou. Tragic. Maybe they shouldn't put expensive, breakable things on shelves/counters/literally any surface she can reach, huh? ]
Oops.
[ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]
four - wildcard
[ Fuck it, we ball etc etc. Reach out to me through PM or macabreclamor if you have questions/ideas/sweet ass memes! Mayou's permissions and kinklist are available in her journal. ]
[ for all the cats, real and otherwise, in the magical ryokan he's very happy to be in (citation needed), the last thing he expected was for mayou to be one of the cats at the inevitable "broken pretty thing" crime scene. he didn't expect there to be a crime, not one he would witness, but this. this looks pretty criminal. in an intentional way. ]
So you're one of those kinds of cats, huh?
[ speaking of, she's a really cute one. it takes some time to fully appreciate just how well her accessories match because he's preoccupied by the little bells on her cat ears, but once he does notice it's impossible to stop noticing. he sidles around the expensive remains of mayou's victim so he can lean in to squeeze the little paw dangling from her collar. ]
Don't tell me they put a 'naughty pet' warning on you because you've been breaking stuff? [ there's laughter in the way he says it because he's joking. he just wants to tease. which is why he follows up with, ] By the way, where's your tail?
[ someone read the fine print. he wants the tail included. ]
( It's so strange – certainly far more strange and unique than anything she's encountered even during the last couple of years back in Oz. The inn is a far cry from the room she had taken residence in, but she's certain that she can find her way back home. Even... without her usual way of travel.
She takes in her outfit – it seems that she's been adorned in a pink-colored yukata, peonies making a pattern. Glinda tilts her head a little, nose scrunching in what might be interpreted as disappointment before looking to her roomates. What an... interesting choice of outfit. )
This is rather humbling, isn't it? It's been a while since I've shared a room with anyone, but I'm more than happy to help you make the best of all of this.
( She extends a hand for her roommate to take, lips curving upwards into an all-too-pleasant smile. )
Glinda, the Good Witch. Though, I'm quite certain that you've heard of me.
( On another hand, it doesn't take her long at all to find one of the lucky (or – unlucky if she's unfortunate enough bags. Her eyes light up a little. There's so much about this that feels unfortunate that a gift might be a pick-me-up that they need. )
A gift? For us? Oh, how very sweet! It is the least they could do for us, don't you think?
b. shared spaces
( It seems as though so much of this place brings her back to her days at the university she attended, and shared dining is no different! And with so many unfamiliar faces, it's a little exciting. For her, it's another opportunity to make a good impression on others. Starting from scratch somewhere can also be... intimidating, but Glinda has always been good with people. Being a social butterfly is something of a talent of hers.
She takes a seat, though it won't take her long to greet the person who seems to be ushered next to her. )
Make yourself at home, dear! I'm happy to have the company. We can get to know one another. They may be encouraging conversation, but I'd never say no to making a new friend.
( As everyone seems to finish their meal drinks are served, and the idea of kinpira fune fune is introduced to those who are willing to play. A challenge that she's perfectly capable of taking on isn't something she would hesitate to take on, and this is no different. Though, she has half a mind to be careful. After all, she has no interest in doing anything potentially embarrassing, should she become tipsy. )
What an... interesting game. Would you like to start?
c. baths
( Glinda follows the rules accordingly – rinsing off before wrapping a towel around herself and making her way to the onsen. She's never really bathed outside, but all of this is about new experiences. Even if she's a little hesitant on the ordeal. Can one really get clean if they're bathing outside? Though, she heard some of the other guests swear by it.
When she makes her way outside, she can't help but stop when she finds someone else who seems to have gotten there first. She wraps the towel a little more firmly around herself, gasping quietly. )
Oh, my apologies! I hadn't meant to disturb you. I'll be out in just a clock tick.
( Someone had missed the note that this was supposed to be a shared space. Though, the fact that she's covered is enough for her to step into the water, should she be encouraged to stay. )
d. wildcard
( Feel free to PM me with any idea, or just drop a prompt here.
As stated, Glinda is based off of the movies, but player is familiar with the original musical. )
[ Whether Glinda is lucky to have appeared next to someone genuinely good-hearted and kind, or unlucky to have woken up next to someone honest, she will have to be the judge.
Also, he's in a wheelchair, so there's that.
With a smile of his own, Kaveh firmly accepts the hand that she offers, answering her question with, after a moment, a shake of his head. ]
I'm Kaveh, Glinda. It's a pleasure to meet you. Though I should tell you that I think you'll find that most people here haven't heard of you. I'm sorry.
[ His apology is genuine, as is his empathy. While he never took too happily to his own fame back at home, it was still strange arriving here to find it completely gone. A place where his name meant nothing. Just like hers.
With a sigh he smooths his own yukata—red, with golden decorative elements—over his knees. ]
You're new here, right?
[ It's something about her energy, maybe, or the way she talks about their lodgings. ]
[Megumi woke up with a start; he's never really had a full night's rest since arriving, feeling on edge, especially after the basement turned into a dungeon and he was locked out of his room. And it seems it was a similar instance again, only more... pleasant? Besides, it's hard not to notice the instant change between the basement room and the pleasant, warm hotel room with a comfortable futon.
He's instantly suspicious of it.
Slowly, he untangles himself from the bedding and gets up; his new outfit, courtesy of the Hotel, is soft and warm, but despite that, he feels his skin crawl from sudden change. Despite his trying to be quiet about rummaging around the room, he fails, knocking a thing or two over, opening fake windows and closets.
Or you sleep through the entire thing, and when you finally wake, Megumi's staring at the gift bags(?) suspiciously, picks one up, and peers inside of it. He handles dog shikigami, but he's more of a curious cat right now. And he may or may not seem... a tad bit more attractive? Spiky hair, sea urchin hair looks 10/10 now. He is quite unaware of it happening.]
2. Shared Space
Apologies for the interruption...
[He didn't plan on disrupting anyone's meal; Megumi specifically asked for a separate seat so he wouldn't ruin other people's appetite. Apparently, his request fell on deaf ears. He looked agitated by practically everything, but buried his face in a cup of steaming green tea with ginger that was served to him and tried not to disturb the other person too much, or draw general attention, while waiting for his own food.]
[In the afternoon, while exploring the Inn and its amenities, Megumi had briefly paused in front of the game rooms. He was briefly tempted to go play a match of shogi with someone, casually, but then he saw the room, and it changed his mind. He should probably acquire the game himself so he can play in peace, without incentives like this.]
Go right ahead, I'm not interested, [he waves off the person that walks up to him to ask about it. Well, he's still interested in the game, but...]
3. Baths
[Megumi may have become one with the water at the onsen. He's sunk down into the water completely, only nose and eyes visible, and he's refusing to move a muscle until he feels every single ounce of tension leave his muscles.
A single shikigami frog is enjoying the bath as well, with a towel resting atop its head. And whenever a monkey tries to steal it and run away with it, the frog's tongue snatches it right back from it, and returns it where it is. It's followed by a lot of seemingly displeased monkey screeches and repeated attempts to retrieve the towel; in all that ruckus, Megumi's frog remains dedicated guardian, and its summoner relaxed and unbothered.
You can tell him to tone it down or ask him to keep an eye on your towel, too. Or something third. He's not doing a thing to make the monkeys less louder.]
4. Healing Paws
[Is it really a surprise that Megumi's sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by dogs? This is the calmest and happiest anyone has ever witnessed him. Yoga has been mostly ignored; he's there to sit on the floor in the middle of the room, with a big, fluffy chow chow draped across his lap. This might be heaven.]
NOTE [OOC: Feel free to wildcard me! You can also send me a PM, add me, or poke me at owlcore to plan out something more specific. I am down for things to go sexy in all those prompts, but I'm also up to write one out specifically for our characters. [Info & Permissions] & [Kink List]]
--!! [Movement! Instinct and nerve flash across his brain in a synapse of sparking alarm. His eyes snap open, red and blaring, How many times has he been jarred away in this shithole? Waking early's normal for him, enough so he's almost always the first up before the resort gets up to shenanigans. But whenever it decides to dump him into someone else's bed for the event morning, he always seems to sleep in. Until someone wakes him up with their stupid movements.
He tugs his head up with a slither of muscle under his neck, spiky ashen blonde hair a bit smooshed on one side from sleep, and throws his gaze left and right to scan the... room. Not his room. Not a room he's seen before. Japanese. Traditional. Is this some kind of damn onsen inn? Hands brace to the bed and he pushes himself into a sitting position, half his new yukata falling open on his torso as he drops an elbow on his knee.
Doesn't take but a second to find who's sharing his bed with him. Sitting on the edge of it, spiky flyaways going crazy in the morning light. Was he the one who woke him up, clattering around the stupid place?] Bring down the whole fucking roof why don't you, Uni Hair.
( Communal spaces are hit or miss anywhere, so it's no surprise that the staff forcing them all into some common area for mealtime is met with more than a handful of groans or protest. Esikko knows better than to bother with complaints, but there's a sort of urgency in the flick of his eyes across the room, sorting out who he'd rather sit by, who he'd rather not be able to make eye contact with. Staff are tugging the uncertain left and right, and he refuses to be part of that.
So, it's with certainy that his hands find their way in a hook around someone's arm— a stranger, a newcomer, or someone he's at least vaguely friendly with— giving an insistent little tug towards one of the low tables already adorned with an array of sweet treats. He smiles, and for any stranger or newcomer he's snatched up, the oddly cool temperature of his fingers is bound to be a shock. So he relents, slightly, adjusting his hold to be more of a faint touch now that they're in motion, tilting his head slightly towards the spot he's aiming. )
You don't mind sitting with me, at least for a little bit, do you?
( b. drinking games )
( Of course, in between meals, it's hard to focus on paranoia and negativity in an environment like this. He's had some rough encounters over his time here, but the amount of pleasant ones he's been having lately has sky-rocketed, and it's put him in such a good mood that it feels impossible to pop his bubble. So, whether with strangers or friends, he settles down into a game of konpira fune fune and loses himself in it to let the time pass.
For those who join in, Esikko is an emotional sort of drunk and a terrible lightweight. Just a few shots in, and his good mood has moved onto something like the giggles, and his attempts at keeping himself straight may very well knock someone else's cup from their towel or their hand. It's the sort of warm mood that brings closeness, and members leave the game one by one (or by two), until there's only the two of them. Esikko laughing, whether his game partner is grumpy or happy too, and leaning more into them with each turn.
Of course, there's always the chance that the last remaining member of this little game doesn't take well enough to Esikko's drunk advances. Should he end up alone, he'll simply see to flopping backwards beneath the low table, arms stretched out to each side, staring at the ceiling. You know, normal coping things. Still, the rest of the room is clearing out, so maybe someone should check on him...? Or trip over him. That's also an option. )
⚘ 2. BED OR BATH?
( With a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair twisted and pinned up from the back to keep out of the water, Esikko is more than ready for the outdoor onsen. Authentic greenery? Rocks? Trees? That fresh feeling air that his lungs adore so much? He's there in a heartbeat, once he's rinsed and washed, and he passes by strangers and monkeys alike to find himself a secluded section of the bath. The goal is relaxation. The water is hot, on the higher end of its temperatures, but that burn feels so nice to slide down into. Esikko slips his towel off to fold it on a nearby rock and finally submerges himself up to his chin, eyes closing as he breathes in the steam that clings to the surface of the water.
Again, the goal is relaxation, and for anyone who passes him or looks his way for the first ten minutes or so, that's all it seems to be. He turns, after a few minutes, to cross his arms over the bath's edge, head turning so that he can plant a cheek against them, eyes still closed. Like this, and at first, it is relaxing. But relaxation shifts, whether after a few minutes or nearly thirty, and by the time someone new approaches his section of the bath, they'll find him motionless in that same position, half out of the bath and holding on, with about three monkeys poking and prodding at him, and another running off with his towel. He's... asleep? Or unconscious. Or both? Whatever he is, he's still breathing, as shallow as it is, and doesn't seem to be stirring awake, even as some of the monkeys toy with his hair or poke at his cheek. )
( ooc: he's fine, either passed out from low blood pressure or dealing with his curse that makes him have memory-dreams. dreamshare is an option if you're interested, but not necessary! )
⚘ WILDCARD/OOC
( Click any of the headers to open/close the prompt portion!
Esikko loves the relaxation aspects of the ryokan so much, so he can be found in just about any of the prompts! Not super interested in the pet play this time around, but here for any roommates, communal space arguments, flirting with strangers, and begging closer friends to go do the sugar scrub with him. Especially interested in some softer/cuter/warmer smut for this! If you want anything in particular, feel free to hit me up! )
[Dodger is loosely aware that he fell asleep in the room he was sharing with Henry. That's probably where he should be, definitely where he wants to be, but he opens his eyes to find himself in a forest grove. Not far off from the spot they were wandering through, the last time they were trapped in a dream together. Although this one feels much calmer. Dodger is laying on his back in the grass, and his feet are dipped into a pool of water. It's ice-cold, and that's doing wonders to soothe him.
He can smell Esikko near him, so he doesn't need to glance up when he hears movement beside him. But of course he has to look at him. There's some level of wariness in his gaze - because he was trying to stick to himself, he was trying to just ignore this, and it feels like the House is doing this to him on purpose.]
Hey, Wildflower.
[His tone is... resigned. There's no alcohol to fuel him and no anger to hide behind, he's just tired.]
[ there are worse ways to wake up. worse places too. oh there are a lot of questions swimming around in his mind. questions that need answered and rather promptly in his opinion. however, jade won't be shaking anyone else awake in the room nor will he lash out at the nearest person and start making demands. instead he will sit quietly, noting that his attire feels a touch familiar. rather than act rashly, Jade plans on biding his time and observing. other guests in the room will find Jade calm and composed, a polite smile on his features.
when someone finally catches his interest or vice versa, then he'll finally approach. ]
Do you have a moment to spare for a conversation?
[ his voice is pleasant, and there's nothing to suggest that he has any intention of causing a ruckus. at the same time, it doesn't really feel like Jade is giving the other person much of a choice either. ]
ｓｕｓｈｉ ｊｅｎｇａ
[ the truth is that Jade can care less about the "flirty prompts" on the back of each block. that's not really what he's here for. what Jade is here for is something new and interesting; he wants to try something that could potentially be fun. of course his idea of fun might differ:
will he make his opponent increasingly uncomfortable on purpose? work them up so much that they topple the tower? continuously make plucking out the blocks more difficult with each turn?
choices, choices. hopefully his opponent will be entertaining or Jade just might have to do something about that. ]
ｓｏａｋｉｎｇ ａｗａｙ
[ Jade finds land infinitely fascinating. it's much, much different than what one finds in the sea. the types of rocks and flora are entirely different and acclimate to a variety of environments. it's no wonder that he finds himself equally charmed by the onsen. Jade can be found soaking periodically in his human form...
until that becomes boring, of course. perhaps you catch a glimpse of something large in the water, moving between the chambers. maybe you feel something brush against your legs instead.
either way, the reaction will be fun enough for Jade. ]
ｗｉｌｄｃａｒｄ
[ choose your own adventure! there's a lot going on in this tdm that i am interested in and would be happy to do something that's not listed above. feel free to mix and match or just come up with something on your own. i'm flexible! i had my eye on that body scrub prompt, actually. please note that Jade is 17, as i know that preferences vary. if you'd like to reach out to me, feel free to shoot me a PM! ]
[dammit. fucking hates it when the resort drops him into some stupid place instead of keeping him in his own bedroom. he earned that suite! shitty bird. made him sleep in like normal too. Bakugo usually rises before the sun, working out or jogging as the sun comes up. but whenever this happens, he's always waking up after his bed partners. or waking up because of them. this one's the former. only noticing the other young man in the room during his initial sweep scanning the room's spread.
the hell's up with this guy? Bakugo only give a cursory glance up and down before climbing out of bed and stretching his arms overhead. nothing radiates "threat" from his room companion at least. he fastens the edges of his new yukata before heading towards the bathroom. irritated, at least the newcomer's demeanor is strangely calming. and he's unfortunately used to this crap happening.]
Start talking. [called over his shoulder even as his roommate approaches him. he's welcome to join him in the bathroom if he wants.]
[ooc: hi, welcome! jaaade. one of tw's best boys. aaand now my floyd muse wants to come out. damn.]
[This certainly wasn't what Nobara was expecting when she woke up after dealing with that patchwork curse that Yuji had told them about.
She lifted a hand and touched her face carefully. It was all still there. She didn't think that Shoko could repair her eye. She thought it was gone, but she couldn't even feel a scar where her skin had exploded.
She looked around the room.]
A ryokan?
[At least her yukata was cute. She was putting on her tabi when she noticed someone else in the room.]
Hello?
[How had she not noticed them before?]
Dinner time!
[Everyone needed to eat and Nobara wasn't any different. She headed to the tatami room where she had been directed.
She didn't say anything about who she was sat next to. She looked at all the food that was available.]
This looks amazing.
[She had seen a lot of good meals in her time in Tokyo, but this had to be one of the best she had seen.]
Time For A Soak - Mild NSFW
[It didn't take long for her to find the onsen. She wasn't too happy that the onsens were mixed, but she was sure that she could handle it.
She chose one of the outside onsens, carefully folding her towel before slipping into the hot water. She let out a heavy sigh and let the hot water relax her muscles. She closed her eyes and just relaxed.
That was until she heard the chattering of a couple of monkeys. She opened her eyes just in time to see them run off with her towel. She shot up out of the water, not caring that she was totally naked at the moment.]
HEY!! GIVE THAT BACK!!
[She tried to grab the towel but failed, swearing a bit under her breath. She then realized she was naked and lowered herself back into the water sheepishly.]
Adopt a Kitten! - NSFW
[Nobara had no clue what she was getting herself into as she looked through the various costumes she had found.
She had found a rather cute black bodysuit with a cat tail. She paired it with some black fishnet stockings and low heels. One of the staff members came forward with a headband with black cat ears, slipping it on her head before being directed to another room.
The room was full of large cat toys and beds. She tried to yell at the staff member that had shoved her in here, but the door had closed.
She let out an annoyed grumble and found a large pouf to sit on, looking annoyed as ever.]
Wildcard!
[Want to do something else? Feel free ro hit me up by DM-ing this journal or hitting me up at plushietaco!
IMPORTANT NSFW NOTE: Nobara is 16, so please keep that in mind when going nsfw.]
[ There was a muffled argument from the hall shortly after, accompanied by the sound of dragging feet. It got closer and closer until the door swung open again and a boy about Nobara’s age was shoved in the room. The door was shut again behind him and quickly locked, but that didn’t stop him from pounding on it with all the rage his slight form could muster. ]
Listen to me! I just want to be left alone! I wasn’t bothering any —-
[ A pause. In the second before he’d whipped around to beat on the unyielding door, had he seen … someone else in the room?
Sheepishly, he turned his head, his single visible eye widening as he noticed the girl in the catsuit.
[ Perhaps he brought this upon himself for daring to take a break between rides around Tokyo, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the taxi cab driver's seat, and thinking to himself: I deserve a little vacation.
It's beyond bizarre. Waking up in a ryokan far outside his usual price range, surrounded by people he's never seen, a watch on his wrist explaining the circumstances that he's corroborated with plenty of people throughout the day. It's overwhelming, the whole environment, and by the time he stumbles back into his room late on that first night, he's ready to pass out and hope he wakes up back home, but–
Through the darkness, he hears rustling from one of the other futons that had been empty just this morning. ]
Huh–!?
[ Panicked, he fumbles for the light. When it comes on, his unwitting roommate will see him clutching at the fabric of the yukata he'd been halfway through undoing, hastily wrapping it back around himself as he stares at them with wide eyes. ]
S-sorry! I'm sorry, I thought this was my room... [ It is his room. He triple, quadruple checked the number on the door, cautious to the point of paranoia after such a strange first day. ] Unless... you just woke up here as well?
ii. group dining / lucky bag
[ There may not be any aphrodisiacs in the food, but the staff somehow seem keenly aware that Maruki opened a particularly nice lucky bag this morning. When he enters the common room in his simple blue yukata and tries to take a seat at an empty table, they assure him that even if he did, it wouldn't remain empty for long–
And then they usher him right into the seat across from someone he's never seen before, the manic glee of potential matchmaking practically buzzing through the air.
The smile he gives his new dining partner is earnestly sweet, if a bit awkward– still, it somehow reads as charming on him. Perhaps that's natural, or perhaps it has to do with the lucky attraction fortune he pulled earlier. ]
They seemed rather insistent on us meeting, didn't they...?
iii. sexy go / unlucky bag (nsfw)
[ It's almost certainly a bad idea to continue opening his lucky bag each morning. He's had enough of special powers for quite some time, and he's so used to living on a shoestring budget that riches don't really appeal to him... but the allure of limited edition items keeps him coming back. On the whole, he's had a run of fairly good luck, so it was inevitable that he would eventually pull a sinister looking doll bearing an unlucky small curse. Nothing too terrible befalls him for most of the day, only some clumsy slips here and there, an unfortunate incident breaking a few cups in the tea house–
Until he finds himself on the losing end of a game of go, all his usual skill at strategy games apparently flown out the window. Maruki blinks down at the board in disbelief over just how badly he played, but it's not half as shocking as the announcement that he now belongs to the victor for the night. ]
Prisoner of war...!?
[ The staff are ushering them up, all too happy to show them the way to their room. Maruki's head jerks to look toward his opponent, plainly panicked, cheeks rapidly turning bright pink. ]
There has to be some way out of this, right?
[ Wrong! ♥ ]
iv. baths
[ Listen, he read the pamphlets in his room. He saw the signs, too.
And he is choosing to believe the signs. Maruki won't snitch on any other pairs (or groups, as the case may be) he sees sneaking around to sully the onsen with their deviant acts, but he's also not about to engage in them himself. For once, he's following the rules to the letter.
He relaxes down into the water, sinking all the way in to his shoulders. A deep, contented sigh billows softly over the steaming surface as his eyes slip shut, glasses pushed up into his hair, expression more relaxed and unguarded than it's been since his arrival. ]
Hah... it's been too long since I got to enjoy something like this. [ His vision is too blurred to tell whether or not the nearby patron looks open to conversation, but he's nothing if not chatty. ] Have you been here long? Ah, in this reality, I mean! Not in this onsen...
v. massage (nsfw)
[ The massage is a tremendous relief, right up until the point that it isn't.
Even a changed heart can't heal years of stress and tension built up in pursuit of an impossible dream. Maruki knows he needs to indulge himself in more care than usual these days, difficult as that is for a man who long forgot how to care for himself at all. It's that thought that leads him to the spa, melting beneath the masseuse's capable hands in the dimly lit room, practically ready to fall asleep... until desire begins to prickle through newly relaxed nerves, a slow heat steadily building in his gut.
It's fine. It's fine, he'll handle it himself once the massage is over, hopefully without managing to make his arousal too obvious to the other occupant of the room when he tries to slip away–
Or, very abruptly, they could be left alone in there, the lock on the door gently clicking beneath the ambient music.
Still lying on his stomach, Maruki buries his face down into massage table, a muffled and mortified question breaking the silence between them. ]
What did they do to us...
[ Unfortunately, no amount of embarrassment can quell the effects of that oil still slowly sinking in. His will to fight against it is already becoming weaker, more desperate to give in, even as he clings on to the thinnest threads of reason. ]
Surely we can just... wait it out, can't we?
& misc. [ Hello hello, excited to be here!! Maruki is in his mid-30s, generally more on the submissive side, and very rusty with intimacy of all kinds. OTA M/M, M/F, M/NB, whatever! 18+ for NSFW for now – I'm an age difference enjoyer, but ICly it will take a solid foundation of close CR before he'd get onboard. For castmates or anyone else canon aware, his canon point is post-canon (March 19.)
Info & permissions are here and his kink list is here.
Feel free to reach out to me at mackleberry or on my EMP post if you want to discuss a wildcard prompt (I'm down for pretty much anything except the petplay) or anything else! :3c ]
( Everything has been its usual brand of chaos in the resort, with things changing around seemingly at a whim. Even Luffy can't help but marvel at it all, always managing to be impressed at how much work must go into it. The pirate captain goes with the flow, treating it all as just one more adventure. He's been to the resort before, a previous time apparently that he remembers and yet doesn't; it's difficult to put a finger on it, and the concern simply gets filed away to be forgotten. The now is what is important and Luffy peers at the water in the bath, standing at the edge of it, wearing nothing but a towel and a slightly dubious look. Does onsen water count towards taking out a devil fruit eater...? )
Huh?
( Luffy snaps out of his thoughts, grinning at Maruki as he gives a small, casual shrug. )
Just got here, though it's kinda complicated. I think this is my second time? First time in this bath though, thought I could smell lemon and came to have a look. Followed my nose hoping it would be pastries. You new?
[There are a lot of concerns that should be on Akira's mind. For one, waking up in this resort with only the haziest of memories, no recollection of how he got here or why some of the faces seem... familiar. For another, there's the pervasive chill that he seems to wake up with for his first few days, never leaving his body no matter how much he tries to keep himself warm.
And yet at the forefront of everything are the lucky bags that show up every morning in his room, and the chance at winning money, or - much more importantly - limited edition items.
Maybe you're rooming with him, or perhaps you're just passing through. Maybe you even get to witness his unlucky draw on the first day. But either way, he'll encourage you to come over to see him opening the bag, or even cheer on your own unveiling.]
It's good luck to do it in a group. [???] Exclusive items wait for no one.
(( ooc: feel free to rng any of the options or pick whatever you're feeling! the only one i'd rather not do, lucky or unlucky, are the body mods. ))
ii. group dining
[Even if Akira's never been to a proper ryokan growing up, there's something nice about being in one now. Maybe something a little familiar. A warm, cozy atmosphere, and impressive dishes as far as he can see down the table...
Sometime during his observations, one of the staff members shuffles over with a cheerful little chuckle and a murmured, "Good, good! We've got the perfect pea in a pod for you right over here..." Any protests he makes are ignored as he's herded towards whoever is supposedly the perfect match for him.
He takes the seat with a sigh. If he's here, then...]
...If we're a good match, tell me about yourself. [Whatever the closest, most modest dish to him is, he tugs it closer. Leaves it right between himself and the person he was picked to spend time with.] It's good to get to know each other when you share a meal together anyway.
iii. community gaming - strip pingpong (cw: nudity)
[Between observing what's going on around him and his murky memories getting jogged here and there, by the time the community gaming rolls around, Akira's more or less gotten an idea of what's going on here. Some of these may or may not be part of the Game, but he wouldn't be surprised if that's the angle here.
Akira is one to adapt and blend into his surroundings. Participating is what's called for, so he'll rise to meet those expectations. It's as simple as that.
What he's less prepared for... As he strides up to the table, he can feel his blood quickening in a familiar way. The rush of a challenge.]
If you're sure about this, I'm not going to hold anything back.
iv. rejuvenation...?
[From the sounds of things, Heron's Retreat has some pretty luxurious attractions at the moment. An extraordinary spa experience complete with massages and saunas, packaged specially for couples... A tea house with a calming atmosphere and serene view of some gardens... It sounds like an ultimate schedule for relaxation.
And out of it all, what has Akira chosen to do?
Make a beeline straight for store selling limited items.
Whatever funds he's made off of lucky bags, ping pong, or any number of dubious means, they're going straight to buying another set of yukata and pair of zori. They're limited. Why wouldn't he?
He did go straight here, though, so he hasn't tried any of the oils or creams... Whoever might be nearby, Akira tries to get their attention.]
Hey... If you've tried either of these, which did you like more?
[If that person hasn't experienced it yet, or simply chooses not to tell him... Well, that would certainly be a shame.]
v. healing paws
[Regardless of how he may feel about the rest of the Resort, whether his experiences have been good or daunting - the moment he finds out about the relaxation lounge, all bets are off.
If he isn't in his room or sliding through the rest of the ryokan attractions, Akira can be found here 90% of the time. Most of the time, he's napping; it takes a few days of patience and letting them grow accustomed to him, but even in spite of their indifference, a few cats will eventually curl up with him to nap. There are many, many sleepy days ahead of them.
Sometimes, though, Akira isn't napping in the lounge. He's up, awake, playing with the cats or giving them treats. Maybe one of those days he'll notice someone else, not too far away...]
You should come spend time with them, too. Let them get to know you.
[Out in the resort, the number of masks that he's already flipped through are uncountable. It's necessity, at this point, to guard his heart when so much touch and intimacy has already become involved.
But here... This is the one place that his smile has almost looked real.]
vi. wildcard
(( hi hello, here's some important notes to start with: one, i'm softcapping the first prompt to ten tag-ins. two, the only things i'd like to avoid right now are konpira fune fune - just participating, Akira observing is fine - and the body modification prompts. three, if you had cr with me the last time i was here, i'm open to your character recognizing Akira; please hit me up beforehand so we can hash things out, but just know that he won't remember anything outside of the Resort existing because i'd prefer to start fresh where possible!
none of these working for you? as long as it's not one of the things i'm avoiding, hit me up with anything else! my kinklist and info/permissions are here; of note for smut especially, but Akira is 17 and open to all genders. for any plotting or chatting, you can hit me up at Yamadori! ))
[ Maruki hasn't spent any time in the sector of the ryokan where the cats and dogs are said to be. In fact, he's given it a rather wide berth – as much as he loves animals, historically they've never felt the same, and especially on the days where he draws an unlucky lot, he'd rather not tempt fate by being near their teeth and claws...
But it's a good luck day, and his desire to steer clear of the more sordid parts of the ryokan outweighs his remaining self-preservation. He buys a little bag of treats to try to endear them to him, steels his resolve for what might happen if even that fails, and when he enters the lounge–
He stops dead in his tracks, every cat forgotten in favor of a slouched back so familiar that it makes his chest ache. ]
Kurusu...?
[ It can't be.
In a place like this– it can't be.
But when Akira inevitably turns toward him, when their eyes meet– there's no mistaking it. The whole ryokan could lose power, the lounge left pitch black, and Maruki would still recognize that bright, honest gaze.
The little heart shaped charm from his lucky bag rests inside the sleeve of his yukata. Of course, Maruki thinks. Of course, even in a place like this, it led him to the person who changed his own. ]
[ On account of his current injury, Kaveh considers at first not using the ryokan. The beds are too low to the ground to make wheelchair use comfortable, and he's already had Mehrak and Parisa make slight alterations to his suite to make things easier on him right now. But the rest and relaxation honestly sounds too good to be true after his fateful dungeon adventures over the last two months. Proper pampering, that is, not just sitting around his suite feeling miserable and achy.
Luckily, the staff are all too willing to accommodate him. Mehrak is allowed to stay with him, giving him a way in and out of bed—even if it's not the most dignified thing in the world to have a toolbox telekinetically carry him. They're even kind enough to provide him with different, thicker wheels for his wheelchair, so they won't damage the tatami floors. He's pretty sure he looks stranger than ever, red yukata drawing easy attention to him as he's rolled around the place by his toolbox, a slipper on one foot and a cast on the other. But... at least he can relax?
At least, that's the plan. The lucky bags are a real problem, and Kaveh's luck is infamous at best. There are a few days at least that he wakes having drawn the wrong kind of prize before he wises up and stops pulling for more. Sure, there's a lucky day or two in there as well, but... ]
(( ooc note: Let me know whether you'd prefer Kaveh lucky or unlucky, and what his fortune should be! Anything goes for "lucky"; for "unlucky" I'm most interested in playing with "health", "small curse", "attraction", or "special item".))
II. Happy endings
nsfw
[ It's been a very good day. While Kaveh can't utilize all the amenities exactly as normal due to his cast, the staff have been remarkably accommodating in helping him do whatever he can. He's spent a whole day between massages, aroma chambers, carefully-positioned jacuzzis and sensory showers, and various drinks and refreshments at the zen garden. As a solo guest, he's been paired up with a few people at this point, and as the day comes to an end, he finds himself on another massage table, smiling lazily across the room at whomever happens to be with him at this point in time. ]
I'm going to petition the Resort to keep this place forever.
[ He's pretty sure he's half asleep when he says it.
It's a feeling that doesn't long, though, as the effects of the oil start to slowly creep under his skin. It doesn't help, perhaps, that the massage therapist working on him has started to get quite handsy, lingering too long at sensitive points, drawing too close to others in a way that makes his breath catch despite himself. In the end, by the time the therapists leave the room, he's squirming a little against the table, breath too quick as he tries to work out how he's going to explain to the other person in the room that he's embarrassingly hard.
He swallows. ]
That, um. How are you feeling?
III. Healing paws
sfw
[ Between the puppy yoga he can't do—which doesn't stop him from rolling around (carefully) on the floor with the puppies afterwards—and the relaxation lounge with its numerous cats, Kaveh is having the time of his life. Come join him? ]
IV. Free play
nsfw
[ It's while he's spending time with the animals that Kaveh gets abducted to "be" one himself. A staff member sees him in his wheelchair and immediately labels him a "stray", tutting something at him about poor dear, needs someone to take care of him while she helps him into a dressing room and promptly starts gussying him up with the help of a coworker. Before he can so much as voice a proper complaint, he finds himself wearing naught but a (nsfw link) harness, gag, and a pair of cat ears in the same color as his hair. The only thing saving him from a tail buttplug is that he's currently wheelchair bound—that doesn't stop the workers from putting one in a bag on his lap and telling him sweetly that his new adoptive owner will take care of things.
Kaveh is appropriately mortified, and remains as such as he's promptly taken out to the "showroom", where prospective adopters can consider him as an offering.
Help?
(Or, you know, make it worse. Whatever strikes your fancy!) ]
Wildcard
(( Happy to play around with any of the prompts here! Wildcard me if you like, or hit me up via PM or on discord at glitcheries to chat! ))
[ When there's so many cats to play with and cuddle, it takes Topaz a while to realize there are other people in the room. After full-face huffing the belly of her tenth cat, she looks up to see Kaveh.
The wheelchair is hard to miss, and the cast just as much, she approaches with a few cats trailing behind. ]
[Whether by misfortune or deliberately throwing the game on his part, Flins has managed to lose his go match against his opponent, who he fixes with a playful smile. Hands spread out to either side, he shrugs, an apologetic offering that seems to say "Oops?" despite his not being too upset over the loss.]
It would appear I'm your prisoner of war for an evening. I do hope your accommodations are up to snuff. Living in the basement has been taxing, to say the least. [Teasing note aside, he looks expectantly across the board, one brow raised.] So, how do you intend to capitalize on your prize, hmm...?
🏓 2. Ping Pong Parable
[Despite having come in only a few scant layers of clothes, it seems Flins has managed to keep almost all of his attire for some time, if the stack of other's clothing beside him is any indication. Even now, he returns the serve with one hand tucked neatly behind his back, effortlessly sending the ping pong ball back and forth until he finally slams it past his current opponent, stripping them of their last shred of dignity. Then he turns to the next person - you - with a knowing smile.]
Care to try your luck? I seem to be on a winning streak, here, hehe.
🐕 3. Puppy Power
[Contrary to how the puppies are with most guests, upon entering the room, the animals all immediately and without a doubt steer clear of Flins. Growls issues forth from some of the dogs, while others tuck their tail between their legs and crouch down, quivering with what appears to be terror. A couple even lunge at him, teeth snapping before retreating to a safe distance. This does not seem to surprise the man, although he does regard the creatures with a look of regret and pity for a time before turning to the other guest who's here, offering a light shrug and an apologetic smile.]
Oh dear. It seems we're not going to get along tonight...
🐈 4. Free Pet Play
[While neither shy nor aggressive, Flins still manages to be corralled into the pet room sometime during his stay, much to his chagrin. Outfitted with a collar, a pair of feline ears and tail, the latter of which leaves him squirming in discomfort, he's placed on a large cushion upon a pedestal looking for all the world like some nobility's prized pet. Even though his breaths come somewhat labored while his cheeks flush, there's an air of regal nature about him in the way he holds himself, one hand toying with the bell on his collar.
He regards his potential new "owner" with a steady gaze, sizing them up almost as much as they likely are him. Very much a cat, indeed. If he doesn't like what he sees, he's liable to make that well known in short order. Tipping his chin up just so, he scoffs softly, golden pupilless eyes fixed on their face.]
So... You think you have what it takes to be my master, hmm? Let's see if that proves to be true, shall we?
🃏 5. Wild Card
[Got another idea? Feel free to come at me with it! Or hit me up at lombardia! Permissions and kinks here~]
[At the very least, the man before him doesn't seem particularly bothered about losing.]
Perhaps I'm even being taken advantage of for my accommodations? [Wriothesley merely laughs though.] Well, consider yourself quite lucky for being my prisoner now. Only a few other ranks have a better room than I do.
[He absentmindedly plays with one of the pieces between his fingers as he hums thoughtfully.] Hmm, hmm, hmm. A good question. Technically, I shouldn't be taking advantage of prisoners. It'd be an abuse of power, no?
( Luffy understands, on some level, that he's been here before in this place. Despite the fact it looks completely different and unknown, there's a sense of resignation, of a ho-hum this isn't new that comes hand-in-hand with how bizarre it all is. He's even dressed up already, a block red yukata with yellow trim. Everything is comfortable, almost serene rather than rushed and chaotic, a striking difference from before when the crew had been setting off for the Grand Line. Already he misses the sound of waves, the motion, the taste of salt in the air, and it's only been thirty seconds.
A look around confirms he's in an inn of some sort, and Luffy can't help but marvel at how odd it all is. He's not alone either, someone else is nearby and Luffy knows he really should wake them up to see what they know. It's the smart thing to do, right?)
(unlucky version) (Luffy pokes at the person, talking in a loud whisper as he does. )
Hey, wake up!
( With that he leans back and sits cross-legged nearby, folding his arms. Bizarrely there's a piece of cutlery sticking to his cheek, and Luffy barely gives it a glance as he focuses on the other person. Prior attempts at removing said fork already let Luffy know it can't be dislodged so easily.)
Do you know this place?
(unlucky version, nsfw) ( Luffy looks over at the person he shares a room with, wondering if they recognise any of it. It seems like a nice enough room, the beds are comfortable and the bag he'd found was interesting. But then, said gift from the bag is a problem as a wailing, sensual, filthy moan fills the air, keening loudly before eventually falling quiet.
To his credit, the pirate captain barely reacts to the warbling sex toy that yells from the corner of the room, instead making sure to keep his eyes firmly on his roomie.)
Think they'll feed us here?
🏴☠️𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐
( It's a given that where there's food, there's Luffy and that he'll find it through determination and a sense of smell that is able to pick up ingredients on the wind. He's happy to eat whatever is placed in front of him too, eating with gusto as each plate is brought out. Never let it be said that Monkey D. Luffy turned down free food; he'd have to be dying for such a thing to happen.
He loves food so much so, that he can't help but give the plate belonging to the person next to him a hopeful look.)
You gonna eat that?
(konipira fune fune (cw: alcohol)) ( Luffy is easily pulled into a game where there's a challenge, and this one had sounded easy enough. But having a sense of rhythm involves paying a lot of attention, and soon Luffy is distracted enough he begins to lose track of the beats. A round of drinks is negotiable, but several rounds in and any semblance of winning said game is out of the window as Luffy sways in his seat a little, words slurring ever so slightly. )
I think it's rigged. ( That declaration is easy to make as he leans to one side, placing his head on someone's shoulder as he gets comfortable. Personal space? What is that? ) Yep, definitely rigged. You agree, right?
🏴☠️𝚂𝚙𝚊 - 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 (𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠)
(It isn't his usual scene, but Luffy ends up being pulled into the spa, lured in by the promise of smoothies, juices and potential food. The sense of adventure in him is too strong, and even he knows there could be something interesting around the most unexpected of corners.
Which is how he ends up laying face down on a table, lathered up to an inch of his life in an oil that has him aching for more. Is it possible for someone to melt? Luffy isn't sure, but there's almost the potential to find out as he does his best to ignore the sensation of the flat surface pressing against his heated skin.
The staff walk out and the small huff of exasperation from Luffy is audible in the silence. He should have known better really, and despite it being all too easy to just walk on out, the idea of scandalising the other person still in the room isn't something he's super keen on. Not from the get-go. But then again they could just laugh it off.... )
Hey, think you could throw me a towel or something?
🏴☠️𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 (𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠)
(Breaking rules is always going to happen when one is a wanted pirate with a bounty on their head. Luffy just hadn't expected the retribution to be so swift, finding himself eventually dressed in a new outfit and placed in a room with a "stray, free to good home" sign. He reaches up to explore the new outfit; long ears, a tail made of hair? He's bare-chested with what seems to be a harness crossed against his chest and thighs, all converging into what looks like a leash hung up on a nearby hook.
A pair of coconut halves sit nearby too, Luffy unsure of the reasons and having placed them there after taking a bite..... )
Wait, am I a weird cat?!
( The concept of horses isn't one too familiar to Monkey D. Luffy it seems.)
🏴☠️𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍
( Happy to play any prompt, let me know and I will write something up! His kinklist is here and permissions are here. Feel free to PM / PP spiciest )
( Shanks, well, he explores everything, it's what he does. And he's come to learn he really enjoys the spa and being pampered, a bit. Then he likes to go out and do more exploring. Right now, however, he's completely forgotten there was another person in the room, until he hears Luffy speak. )
( Then, yes, he starts chuckling. He rises a little on the table to give Luffy a glance over his shoulder. )
I believe we both might need that towel. ( Even if it's vague, that's how Shanks is going to mention he's left just as affected. )
[ Whether she's bad at the game, or just wants to drink, it's very hard to tell. Dressed in one of the more expensive-looking yukatas, with her hair pulled up with a pin, Shoko's been winning every drinking game she's been a part of. And she's barely flushed in the face.
When someone takes a seat across from her, she pours drinks for both of them, ready to play(?), but not looking too enthusiastic about it.]
Hope you have good reflexes. Soak away the stress [The only downside of onsen soak is that she can't bring in the cigarettes. Maybe it's for the best- she would've moved in and never left.
She's in the small showers area, scrubbing off before heading to the onsen, when a commotion reaches her ears. A lot of people yelling and rushing down the hallway. Turning the water off and wrapping a towel around herself, she steps into the onsen area, curious but also not in a rush to see what's going on.
And she gets into a staredown with a towel-clutching monkey.]
I see.
[Before she can react and reach for the towel, the monkey darts between her legs and disappears into the hallway. Whoever was in the bath will have to go without.] Holistic Therapy
[Perhaps she should have indulged this a bit more back home. Whoever is giving her a neck massage is about to send her to heaven. The muscles in her neck and shoulders give in to the pressure, and Shoko sighs loudly.
Extremely displeased when the massage suddenly stops.
Then the masseuse leaves, urging Shoko's companion to... 'continue' in their stead. Shoko doesn't move, only watches, then closes her eyes when she feels hands return to her neck and back.]
[The others in the bath had all run after the thieving monkeys—some flustered and determined to retrieve their towels, some maybe having too much fun with the chase itself—leaving only one person still soaking in the water. Someone Ieiri will recognize on sight, assuming she has not been deterred by all the monkey business.
Nanami sits in the steaming water up to his shoulders, head tipped back with an expression more resigned than relaxed. There goes his towel too... but he's not going to get up and make a fool of himself over it. The water is pleasant and hopefully now that most everyone has cleared out he can enjoy it in peace. He'll deal with the towel issue when it comes time to get out—possibly by messaging someone for help getting a fresh one, but it wouldn't be the first time he's had to walk around here nude. If he's cautious and times it well, he might be able to make it back to where he left his yukata without being seen.
He turns his head toward the entrance, hearing someone approach. (Was that a familiar voice...?) He appears healthy and whole. No evidence of the destruction wreaked upon his body in Shibuya. Obviously among the living with his skin flushed from the heat of the bath.]
As soon as her eyes are even starting to open, she realizes she's not where she's supposed to be and snaps the rest of the way awake and alert. Unfortunately that also means she's aggressively reaching quickly for the person closest to her — an arm or their neck — as if defending herself from a potential fight or starting one.
“Who the hell are you? Talk.” Her accent is something mostly southeastern European. “Talk or go through the wall and maybe the ones after that too.” Threatening someone with her magic, yep.
getting lucky
One morning, she opens the bag, an inside is enough comfortable rope for someone to be tied up with. They know her well, apparently.
“Well, this is getting some use. You in?” She's absolutely the kind of person to get right down to business (whatever said business is), yes.
onsen
Wanda spends a while in the hot water. At the start, she just relaxes. When some of the monkeys start stealing people's towels and items, she laughs softly.
“I wonder how many people are going to try to steal towels back, or just forget it.” She doesn't seem bothered. In fact, she's so unbothered she doesn't notice when her towel gets sntached.
After a long while, she starts to get up to her own devious plans. She glides over to someone and sits on their lap. Your personal space is being shared now. Just because the sign says no sex allowed here doesn't mean she's not going to try to convince someone to leave with her (or get in trouble here).
The person whose lap she chooses makes a surprised 'oof' sound before collecting himself, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose to take a look at the sudden intruder. Beautiful lady or not, he'd actually been interested in quietly observing the monkeys and wasn't expecting someone to be so forward out of the blue.
"Want the extra chips that badly?" he asks her, not yet making a move to reciprocate her advances. Just getting a feel for exactly what kind of person he's dealing with.
[Typically Rin is quite skilled at games that require over thinking, but earlier in the day she had an unlucky pull from the grab-bag. A minor curse that has been determined to tank even the most sound of victories. By the way she grips the edge of the table, white knuckled with her brows forming a crease, it's clear that all her restraint is being used to stop her from just flipping the table up in her opponent's face. After all, Tohsaka is a sore loser. Will she obey the terms of the game? Absolutely. Will she be brat about it? Yes, that too.]
✧ 2. LEANING TOWER OF SUSHI
(Preference for NEW CR with 1-2 threads or less of prev interaction)
The payout is certainly a big draw for this game, but want to sweeten the pot?
[An impish grin cuts across the young woman's features as she stares down her opponent. It seems she has something on her mind as she picks up her pair of chopsticks with deft familiarity.]
All of these games are about bringing people together, or trying to initiate a spark. Why not go the whole mile and bet on something juicy, like a secret or maybe an ugly truth?
[Opponents are free to shut her down. She'll still play, or maybe even try goading the other person into agreeing to her terms. But her clearly competitive nature makes it so that maybe someone could even make a counter offer, and suggest something else.]
✧ 3. SOUS VIDE
(cw: nudity, otherwise gen)
[Just as your character is about to step into the hot spring a hand shoots out at their ankle, and holds it with a surprising grip. Like something out of a horror movie. Like a vice that hand holds true, but what follows is more out of a comedy than anything else.]
Please... help me... I stayed in too long.
[The desperate plea comes out as a pathetic whine. The face attached to that voice is tomato red, and her eyes look unfocused. It very easily paints the picture of an unfortunate woman who is too light headed from the heat of the spring, and possibly dehydration from one of the drinking games in the communal meal room. Locks that didn't quite make it into the braided bun her hair is in stick to her face from the humidity.
It seems like staff are too busy trying to thwart amorous guests from getting freaky in the springs, and haven't been able to lend a hand.]
✧ 4. WILDCARD
(I'm trying to keep things brief to pace myself, but if you want something with Rin that isn't available above, please let me know! I'm willing to craft custom starters, happy to accept something we've talked about slotted under this wildcard section, and I certainly want more than I've got available! I'm particularly drawn to: Public Bath Fucking where the Risk/Reward get's Rin's competitive side fired up, Pet Play/Shaming where Rin is punished for getting caught fucking in the baths and sent to be a stray cat to be adopted [pls give me an excuse to have her wear these], and Pet Play/Training where Rin 'adopts' a stray to put them in their place. PM me for any questions.)
[Chobe's had a long enough soak, he thinks. It's both a luxury and nostalgic. . .they didn't have access to such comforts for so long, not until they climbed their way through the criminal ranks. And even with their status in the Hong Kong underworld, it's not like they could risk a leisurely soak out in the open. He has to begrudgingly accept that for once, the resort really did give them a treat.
Still, immortal or not, he knows better than to stay in too long. He's climbing out just as that hand grabs at his ankle, and Chobe reacts on reflex. Sharp vines splitting from his shoulders and back, and Chobe whirling around as his skin darkens and his eyes glow as he lets out a snarl.]
You've got some damn nerve--!
[He's killed for pettier reasons, after all. But, the converging vines stop short, as does Chobe's threat as he quickly recognizes the whine and the face beyond that flush. He just. . .stares for a moment though, confused on how she could even be in such a state. His vines pull back though, slinking back into him as his skin returns to normal]
The hell are you doing?? You look less like a yuzu and more like a damn apple!
[With his current living conditions in the basement of the resort, Gregor will take any opportunity for some nice lodgings at a deep discount. It certainly helps that this seems like a more low-key affair than some other promotions...at a glance, anyway.]
1 - group dining meet cute
[Gregor's not one to go out of his way to intrude on people to make conversation, but he can't help when he's at the mercy of the staff dragging him over to occupied tables.]
Uh... [He offers an awkward wave with his good hand, keeping the massive bug arm tucked at his side.] Hey. Hope ya don't mind company. Are you new here, or...?
[Maybe he can give tips to the newbies, who knows. And he's sure that Golden Peacock regulars still have plenty of advice he hasn't heard yet.]
2 - who let this bug in the bath (nsfw optional)
[Gregor knew all of this was too good to be true, and sure enough he winds up with an unlucky bag on one of his days at the ryokan, resulting in an increase of buggy appendages on his body. In addition to his insect arm, he's been graced with a large pair of wings and thin antenna sprouting from his head. Panicked as he was when they grew in, he's since calmed once he realized they seem to be more cosmetic than anything. It's fine if he can control them...but he sure hopes they go away.
He tries not to let his new additions stop him from trying out the outdoor bath, even if he's expecting a lot of strange looks in the process. He can be found off in the corner of the bath, hair down and puffing from a nice pipe he got from the staff. The upgrade in quality is enough to distract him from the discomfort of his insect wings floating limply atop the water behind him.]
3 - sweet spa day (nsfw)
[Fortunately, the insectile additions vanish the following day, emboldening Gregor to check out the spa area. A massage sounds incredible for his stiff muscles.
If the staff have anything to say about his arm, they don't voice it aloud as they dutifully work the knots out of his back. Never mind the concerning cracks that result from it...]
Eh, that's normal. [He assures the staff as they recoil for a moment.] Don't worry, it feels amazing.
[As the massage winds down, the staff slather him up with sugar for a nice soak. He'll turn to anyone else going through the same treatment while they rest in their petals.]
Say, this smells real good, doesn't it? I don't think I've ever smelled this good. A guy could get used to it, even.
[Little does he know just how addicting this scent is going to get real soon.]
[ rest assured that ishmael would beat up the staff if they say anything too fucked up about gregor's arm, though. one would think that the sex hotel full of kinksters of all shapes and sizes would be more all-inclusive, but one can't win 'em all, she guesses.
anyway, if she were to take a dip in the waters, she may as well do it with the guy she's known the longest around here. so here she is, her iconic orange hair wrapped up in a huge bun as she winces at the cricking of gregor's back just now. ]
Eugh, keep that down, will you? I feel like my own back was crumbling from hearing that.
[ she doesn't sound too mad, though. seems the waters are beginning to work their magic on her. ]
But yeah, you don't smell half-bad now. Not that you ever were. Unless you mean all the blood we've accumulated?
[ they did kill so many people over the course of their journey through inferno, after all. ]
❶ [New month, new event. It's like fucking clockwork. Tatami mat flooring pass under his feet as he walks through the halls, hands tucked inside the sleeves of his yukata. Despite the cold weather blowing through the Vale and Gardens, and how the resort keeps the temperatures in some hallways cranked down to absolute zero, he's not surprised this place is greeting newcomers with a warmer atmosphere. Always trying to keep its glossy prison walls as distracting as ever. When was the last time he stayed in a ryokan? They fell out of style in Japan for decades, but came back into vogue before he was born. Memories of a single visit wander through his mind, his mother bellowing for him with her head sticking out of the sliding door. His pace stops beside a similar door, head turned and red eyes gazing silently into the open room. Lost momentarily in nostalgia and memories, he doesn't notice someone coming around the corner or otherwise running smack into him-]
❷ [Birds? Incessant chipping peck through his sleep and pry at his furrowing eyebrows. Fingers dig into the pillow and crush its silky casing in his palm as he hunkers under blankets and better. Go the hell away. He's trying to sleep, dammit! ... Fuck! Muscles coil like a spring as he shoves himself upright, hands cratering mattress and sheet alike, red eyes flashing open and lips bared in a snarl-]
Shut up and die, ya damn feather faces! [Instantly those happy tweets catch a silent spell, probably staring bug-eyed at his window from wherever they're perched. A steaming breath hisses between his teeth as he twists around slowly and drops his ass on the bed, frustrated and groggy from being wrenched awake. One elbow props on his tented knee, fingers buried in his bangs as he rests his forehead on his palm's heel.]
Hn? [Sheets trail from his hips in a downward slope to... another body beside him. God dammit, this fucking bird dropped him into someone's bed again! At the ryokan from the looks of things. Did he wake his new bed partner up?] Oy.
💥 GETTING LUCKY
❶ LUCKY SMALL CHARM [People have often said he's lucky. It's always pissed him off. Wanting to excuse his skill and natural ability as some result of cosmic farce? Hell no! The only "luck" in his life is random chance he's smart enough to capitalize on. This... this crap right here, isn't random chance! Glistening amber syrup crystalized around several golden pieces of burnished yam cling to each other in a figurative daisy chain trailing from the stick. He lifts his arm almost shoulder height by the time those trailing cuts of potato finally stop emerging from the vendor's pot. Jovial congratulations pop from the man behind the counter, patting him on the shoulder, while the blonde in front practically bristles in annoyance.]
How the hell am I supposed to carry this potato fishing line, dammit! [He's been getting "lucky" all day and it's starting to wear on him! Feel like coming to calm him down or help him out with this bonus? You might get lucky too.]
❷ UNLUCKY ATTRACTION [Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he turns away from the closed doors. So much for going to lunch at the Red Cardinal. One of the few places in the resort no bullshit happens.] Stop pouting! We'll find another place! [he barks at his companion. He promised to take them to lunch for the day and a closed restaurant isn't going to stop that intention! He shoves his hands into his pockets and abruptly jerks his head to the side with a grunt.]
What the-?! [Metal shot past his head, flying for two seconds beyond him-- a fork from a nearby eatery?! --before curving around and zooming right back towards his face. Is this someone's idea of a joke?! Muscles bunch and he promptly smacks the offending item to the floor. You saw that too, right?]
Who's the dead guy who threw that?! [*whap!* Metal connects with his tricep. A vein almost bursts on his forehead. This... fucking... fork!] Oy! Get the hell off me! [But no matter how hard he pulls, that stupid piece of cutlery remains stubbornly stuck to his arm.]
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ SHARED SPACES.
💥 ❶ FLIRTY SUSHI JENGA
[Wood touches wood and he claps the chopsticks' end on the block's sides. A quick, sure movement smoothly slips his chosen target from the tower of blocks with a raspy hush. Now free, he tilts it to the side and reads the words emblazoned in the wood. Head cocked, his lips quirk up at the corner and one sharply-angled brow lowers in an arrogant little expression. He's so proud of himself, red eyes flicking up to his opponent.] You're already look like you're gonna piss yourself.
[Are they? Who knows. He sets the block on the table beside his previous one, letting the words face his opposition in case they want to read it: "Reveal a first date dream." He taps the chopstick end on the block for prompting.] Spit it out.
💥 ❷ STRIP PINGPONG
HA! [A resounding crack splits the room as he slams the paddle into the terrified white ball. It screams across the table in a blinding flash, aiming for his opponent's corner. Just in time for them to reach it and send the ball back towards him. Exactly as planned. A scarf and pair of slippers already sit beneath the small seat nearby, two points down, but four more remaining on his body. Clothing wise. He would have more if he wasn't wearing the stupid yukata forced on him! Damn resort. As much as he hates the place, getting lost in the challenge of a good game's a great way to distract himself and find some enjoyment here.
With his victim stuck in a lunge to get that corner shot, he's got full splay to haul his arm back, face split in a vicious grin of pure domination, and smashes the ball right back over the net. *crack!* There goes another one, split down the middle. BUT still broke on his opponent's corner and sailed into the wall behind them.] One more down, baka! Lose the top!
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ BATHS.
💥 ❶ SOAK AWAY STRESS
[Steam licks across his shoulders and arms as he settles deeper within the spring's hot embrace. Compared to the cold cave pools under Talon and Beak, the ryokan's onsen imitation is a haven. Cast as far from others as possible, he soaks in the quiet and warmth. Aching muscles from a previous workout slowly unwind beneath his skin, sinew flicking apart one strand at a time. Elbows cast back against the stone behind him, legs stretched out unseen below the water surface, head reclined and cushioned by a folded towel. Memories come leaking into his mind, a hot spring get away in the mountains.
Sitting in the waters as his classmates chatter noisily around him with zero regard for people who're trying to fucking REST in the damn pool. Splashes, laughter, some perverted midget crawling up the wall to peek at the girls on the other side amid steam and mist. Against his better judgement, those longing thoughts wander. How are they doing? Did they survive? Are they hurt even worse than he was? What about All Might? All for One? Despite his intent to relax, his brows furrow in discomfort from his heavier questions, a tugging longing starting in his chest. Fuck, why the hell is he thinking of this when there's-]
What? [Guarded and warning, his voice slips a single word to the new figure emerging from the mist nearby.]
💥 ❷ BEST BEHAVIOR
[He whipped his head around twice. What the hell's on the sign?! "NO SEX ALLOWED" splayed out in big bold letters.] Che! This stupid bird must've had an aneurysm! [First time outside the Red Cardinal he's ever seen a tangible request in the resort for people to keep their damn hands to themselves. Leaving the sign behind, he steps down into the hot spring, ditching his towel once the water's up to his waist. A quick dip underwater clears the steam droplets from his face and he emerges up to his shoulders, hovering just below the surface.
One arm over the other, he folds his towel into a neat square and tosses it onto the nearby rocks. Hopefully away from any prying hands. Rubbing at his face, he splits his fingers open and peers through them at his companion, dripping bangs sticking to the back of his digits.] Maybe this place is starting to crack against itself; the pamphlet at the front was encouraging people to fuck around in here.
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ SPA.
💥 ❶ HOLISTIC THERAPY
Get on the table. [Leaving no room for discussion. Dressed in a simple set of white boxer briefs and a tight-fitting tanktop, he doesn't quite look the part of a masseuse, but who gives a shit about looks if his hands know what they're doing! Don't ask him how he signed up for this, or if he volunteered. If he knows you, then he forcefully volunteered. With the door shut, a gentle strum of zen music floating through the air along with candlelight and essential oils diffusing from one side of the sunlit room to the other, the entire space is a tranquil offering to rest and relaxation. While he finishes spreading the oil on his hands... and curls one into a fist so hard his knuckles crack in audible threat.] I'm gonna annihilate every fucking piece of stress in your body.
[Brace yourself.]
💥 ❷ HOLISTIC THERAPY
Do you have any idea what you're doing? [He sits on the edge of the massage table, both hands braced by his side and shoulders hunched in a defensive posture. As if he's one wire snap away from hoisting himself to his feet and walking the fuck out the door. Red eyes lock onto his companion, half-lidded in a wry study beneath his choppy bangs. It takes a lot for him to let others into his personal space. Strangers stay the hell away from him unless there's special cases. This might be one... Getting a massage from someone else is weird. They don't know where or how he likes to be touched, what might be too sensitive or need more pressure. But they said they know what they're doing. Nerves twist under his skin, debating on whether he believes them or not... At least he intends to hear them out.
Conversely, if he's with someone he knows, he'll be more open to lying on the table and letting them get to work.] I'll let you know if you fuck up.
♠️ ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ SELF-CARE + BONUS TEXTS.
💥 ❶ FREE PLAY
GET THE HELL OFF ME!! I'LL KILL YOU!! [Raucous scrambling and clatter billows within a smoke cloud of busy resort workers and a scrambling figure inside. How they manage to avoid the-- are those explosions?! --bursting from the cloudy fight is beyond logic. But they're quirk and agile, finishing their duties and scrambling away with giggles and a smoking ass or two. Leaving a new "pet" within the PLAY ROOM in all his bristling, snarling glory. Try as he might to rip the wolf-like ears from atop his head or the tail lodged somewhere on his backside, neither are going anywhere anytime soon. A red leather spiked collar circles his throat, complete with dangling chain leash from the front of it, which he swiftly captures in hand and wraps threateningly about his wrist and forearm. Dangling around his neck is a clear warning sign for maximum cocky effect-]
1. About time this shitty bird came up with something normal. 2. Drug-free food and sex-free hot springs? The resort's gone insane or someone chopped its balls off for once. 3. You looked kinda cute in that yukata. 4. Some dumbass brought glue into Heron's Retreat to try sticking to their partner. 5. I just watched two guests smuggling cats out.
[ooc: hi! welcome to the game if your new, or happy to have you for current players! feel free to tag into any prompt, or if none of these work for you, PM me or drop a comment below and i'll be happy to work out a unique starter/plot for us. otherwise, drop a wildcard and we'll go from there. all prompt options can stay gen or go down a nsfw route. i'm open to anything, so hit me with whatever you like!]
[Given that the actual animals were disinclined to spend any time with him, Flins has taken it upon himself to check out the Play Room out of sheer curiosity, not knowing what is up with that until he sees the fight taking place between Bakugo and the staff members. Part of him longs to join in the fight and aid Bakugo, but... well, he's been warned that the resort gets what it wants one way or another. Best to not place himself in the line of fire, yes?
So only once Bakugo has been successfully corralled and collared does Flins decide to approach, striding with boots clicking on the floor until he's standing before the feral young man, hands tucked behind his back and an amused smile upon his face. Oh yes, given the attitude Bakugo always has, he's enjoying this a fair bit. Not that he expects the "training" to improve the blond's manners any. Leaning in, he toys with the sign using a couple fingers, eyes alight with thinly veiled interest.]
My, my. You have gotten yourself into a predicament here, haven't you, Young Master.
[If he weren't so polite and well-mannered, that use of his pet name would almost come across as sarcastic. Instead, it's merely teasing. Straightening up, he then dares to reach his hand out and pet Bakugo's head with an almost tender touch, knowing full well the sort of reaction it's likely to garner.]
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Getting Lucky?
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