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Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our new inn for all new arrivals. Wildcards are invited to enjoy rest and relaxation while getting to know their fellow inn patrons. Current guests are encouraged to make reservations at the inn for some self-care. Prices are discounted to celebrate the new year.
All patrons have exclusive access to new additions at Crane's Respite and Heron's Retreat. The inn itself also provides a unique experience unlike anything else in the Golden Peacock.
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[He stands up from the bed and shrugs his yukata onto his shoulder, clicking his tongue in annoyance at seeing how crumpled and rushed it is. This stupid place has no idea you're not supposed to sleep in the damn things! As he ties the sash around his waist, he scans the room for anything problematic. No gaudy dicks sticking up from the walls or people waiting in the wings.
Beware the gift bags bearing the peacock's logo... What, is this event gonna be "normal" and tame for once?]
Didja go deaf? [What would he gain to lie here?] You're trapped. This place steals people from their worlds and keeps them here like a shitty pervert.
...You're serious. [ Or this guy really believes that's what's happening. Whatever, banging his head against the wall that the premise is ridiculous will only get Pietro so far, so, ]
What, just to get its own jollies or something? What do you mean the place is doing it?
Of course I am! [He's been where this guy is. Scoffing and snarling over how ridiculous the truth sounded. Refusing to believe it without some kind of solid proof shoved in his face. Which it was. Quickly. To his disgust.]
Depends on who you ask. Some people think the resort's a living creature and uses us like batteries. Some people think it's just a place which puts people in perverted situations.
[He heavily leans to the former after all the shit he's seen.]
[Bakugo heads for the bathroom. Playing catch up with a newbie doesn't mean he has to shirk getting ready for the day.]
Nothing but assumptions and some facts.
[Here are a few he explains, gruffly. Every other month, it brings new people in. Some people stay, some people go home. No one's ever met or seen whatever's "running" the place, but a few months ago, a large number of their group-- anyone brought in since two Decembers ago --found a large golden heart wrapped in black chain down in the basement. Each month, some kind of "event" happens, like the ryokan setting surrounding them now. Attempts to escape, like breaking down walls or trying to open the front doors, are complete failures. Even people who can teleport just smash into the wall. There's a rumor someone once broke through the wall, but all he saw outside was an empty void.]
The only way to leave is if the resort sends you back home, or you win Game 52.
[ That's. A lot to take in, but it's helpful. He gets to pacing as he listens, carefully filing everything away in his mind for later to check on his own whether it's an important detail or a dead end, the wide circle he's made for himself still going by the time Bakugo's done and he's digesting all the information.
He might be wearing a trail in the tatami. ]
Dangles what you want in front of you so the only obvious choice is to literally play its game. Great.
At least it doesn't sound like most of you are sitting on your asses and taking it.
[There's a lot more he could say, but Bakugo's not a big talker and gives the grumpy summary in curt delivery. If this guy wants to know any more specifics, he can ask and maybe the blonde will feel like answering.
For now, he's leaving the bed behind and going to the bathroom for a piss. Kicks the door shut behind him. Two minutes later, after a flush and washing his hands in the sink, he turns the shower on and heads back out into the room.]
I don't trust this fucking bird to hold to its promise even if you win.
[ He's obviously been in and out again in those two minutes, no telling how many times, but enough to have found some finger food to chew on while he looks over the more interesting find: two lucky bags. ]
You and me both. If this really is a human battery situation, why would it just let go of someone who gives it that much juice?
Promises aren't prizes, hearing them isn't winning. There's gotta be smaller wins to keep people playing instead of just shambling around on autopilot.
[ Like these pouches, maybe. He seriously doubts there's any grand prize inside, a chocolate coin or shiny cabochon at most, that's how these things keep you coming back. He has no intention of coming back for more and more little things, but can't help his curiosity in trying it out at least once, just to see what nonsense he'll be dealing with here.
...What does 大凶 mean? ]
--Hgck!
[ Oh shit, oh hell, no time to think before he's doubling over where he stands. ]
What the fuck do you think all this is, Mochi Hair?
[A quick gesture around the impressive resort before he steps into the shower and pulls the sliding door behind him. Bathroom door's left open so the conversation can continue.
He runs his hand through his hair, scooping water along the strands, before tilting his head down and rubbing at his shoulder.
What the hell was that noise?]
Oy! What're you doing out there?
[Bakugo twists the water to half power, glaring at the shower door.]
[ It takes a good while for any kind of answer to come.
For about a minute Pietro thinks it's something that might pass if he just waits it out. Things like poison and sickness move through him as quickly as everything else in him, so he stays with his forehead against the floor and tries to breathe. In, out, in, out...aaand lucky him those seconds of mindfulness let him pinpoint exactly where this pain is coming from: his pants.
Fuck. Fuck, is he seriously this messed up over a boner? What is he, 12? At least it's easy to take care of, but still, principle of the thing! ]
It's nothing...! [ He finally manages to call out, unable to hide the effort and strain in his voice at all. ] Just. Just keep doing what you're doing, I'm fine!
[ Or, he will be. Speed's no problem, he can jack off to completion plenty of times before Bakugo's done with his shower, but... ]
[He wrenches the knob shut and yanks the door open. Trailing water and suds, Bakugo stalks from the shower, grabs a towel from the door hook, and knots it around his waist as he barrels into the bedroom.]
Oy! [His roommate's faceplanted on the ground! Or more doubled over... He drops to his knee beside the guy, one arm hovering over his back, the other reaching for his head.] What the hell happened?
[Was it the bag? "It's nothing" sounds as bullshit as other heroes' "it's fine" when they're bleeding out the temple. Bakugo doesn't miss the strain in Pietro's voice either.]
[ In the back of his mind he knows he's being asked something. But all he can focus on is the strange feeling of somehow knowing there's hands stopping just short of touching him, somehow feeling the faint traces of body heat and how cold those spots on him suddenly seem.
The easiest to move into is the one by his head, shoving it along the tatami flooring until his scalp's nestled against Bakugo's palm and his face tilted enough for it and the telltale signs of arousal to be visible. A flush, dilated pupils, his mouth hanging open to let hot, hard pants escape as his only meager heat sink. ]
Said...s-said m'fine.
[ Peeking out from beneath his yukata, a diamond that definitely wasn't there before now sits on his ankle, its afterimage tracing up his calf like a racing stripe, bright red and flared. ]
[Shit. Bakugo glares at the surprise bag and swiftly knocks it and the other one away with a quick swipe of his hand. Perfume? Candle aroma? Gas? Should've known that shit would carry something dirty in it! This guy wouldn't have a damn clue to leave them alone.
White hair presses into his hand, the skin of his palm surprisingly tough, and he growls low in his throat. Dammit, one glance at the telltale flush crawling across Pietro's face confirms his suspicion. Looks like it hit hard. He doubts the guy's suit is flaring up; newcomers don't even have suits.]
Shut up. You're already stuttering. [Red eyes scan over the guy's hunched figure, locking onto the mark at his ankle. Scratch that. Suit flare. Great.] Dammit. Come on. This'll be easier in the shower.
[And promptly hauls one arm over his shoulder before standing up and dragging Pietro with him.]
[ Further denial starts, and dies in his throat as a needy whine when he's hauled upright. Once he's on his feet it isn't exactly comfortable, but he's not making himself dead weight to be carried, pressing against Bakugo's body to better follow along and keep up that contact while they move. ]
This? Sucks. [ He finally manages, more in defiance of the situation than whatever Bakugo's doing to presumably help. ]
[Bakugo grunts softly as he gets the guy's arm situated over his shoulders. Thankfully Pietro isn't dragging his feet behind him. A quick heft and he loops one arm around the guy's waist, pulling him close before heading back towards the steam-filled bathroom. This isn't the first time he's had to help someone out with an inopportune boner. He'd rather deal with it than let them fall under the resort's influence.]
No shit. [He appreciates the defiance.] Don't ever forget that.
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Beware the gift bags bearing the peacock's logo... What, is this event gonna be "normal" and tame for once?]
Didja go deaf? [What would he gain to lie here?] You're trapped. This place steals people from their worlds and keeps them here like a shitty pervert.
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What, just to get its own jollies or something? What do you mean the place is doing it?
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Depends on who you ask. Some people think the resort's a living creature and uses us like batteries. Some people think it's just a place which puts people in perverted situations.
[He heavily leans to the former after all the shit he's seen.]
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Okay, the battery thing's switching the feeling from porn to horror movie. What do people know about this place aside from the sex thing?
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Nothing but assumptions and some facts.
[Here are a few he explains, gruffly. Every other month, it brings new people in. Some people stay, some people go home. No one's ever met or seen whatever's "running" the place, but a few months ago, a large number of their group-- anyone brought in since two Decembers ago --found a large golden heart wrapped in black chain down in the basement. Each month, some kind of "event" happens, like the ryokan setting surrounding them now. Attempts to escape, like breaking down walls or trying to open the front doors, are complete failures. Even people who can teleport just smash into the wall. There's a rumor someone once broke through the wall, but all he saw outside was an empty void.]
The only way to leave is if the resort sends you back home, or you win Game 52.
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He might be wearing a trail in the tatami. ]
Dangles what you want in front of you so the only obvious choice is to literally play its game. Great.
At least it doesn't sound like most of you are sitting on your asses and taking it.
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For now, he's leaving the bed behind and going to the bathroom for a piss. Kicks the door shut behind him. Two minutes later, after a flush and washing his hands in the sink, he turns the shower on and heads back out into the room.]
I don't trust this fucking bird to hold to its promise even if you win.
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You and me both. If this really is a human battery situation, why would it just let go of someone who gives it that much juice?
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Where'd you find that?
[He glances at the bags as well, happy to ignore the stupid things.]
It has to keep some semblance of people winning. No one's gonna go to a casino where the House wins all the time.
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So what are people even winning here, then?
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The resort promises to grant any wish you want if you win Game 52.
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[ Like these pouches, maybe. He seriously doubts there's any grand prize inside, a chocolate coin or shiny cabochon at most, that's how these things keep you coming back. He has no intention of coming back for more and more little things, but can't help his curiosity in trying it out at least once, just to see what nonsense he'll be dealing with here.
...What does 大凶 mean? ]
--Hgck!
[ Oh shit, oh hell, no time to think before he's doubling over where he stands. ]
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[A quick gesture around the impressive resort before he steps into the shower and pulls the sliding door behind him. Bathroom door's left open so the conversation can continue.
He runs his hand through his hair, scooping water along the strands, before tilting his head down and rubbing at his shoulder.
What the hell was that noise?]
Oy! What're you doing out there?
[Bakugo twists the water to half power, glaring at the shower door.]
Mochi Hair?
cw: boners
For about a minute Pietro thinks it's something that might pass if he just waits it out. Things like poison and sickness move through him as quickly as everything else in him, so he stays with his forehead against the floor and tries to breathe. In, out, in, out...aaand lucky him those seconds of mindfulness let him pinpoint exactly where this pain is coming from: his pants.
Fuck. Fuck, is he seriously this messed up over a boner? What is he, 12? At least it's easy to take care of, but still, principle of the thing! ]
It's nothing...! [ He finally manages to call out, unable to hide the effort and strain in his voice at all. ] Just. Just keep doing what you're doing, I'm fine!
[ Or, he will be. Speed's no problem, he can jack off to completion plenty of times before Bakugo's done with his shower, but... ]
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[He wrenches the knob shut and yanks the door open. Trailing water and suds, Bakugo stalks from the shower, grabs a towel from the door hook, and knots it around his waist as he barrels into the bedroom.]
Oy! [His roommate's faceplanted on the ground! Or more doubled over... He drops to his knee beside the guy, one arm hovering over his back, the other reaching for his head.] What the hell happened?
[Was it the bag? "It's nothing" sounds as bullshit as other heroes' "it's fine" when they're bleeding out the temple. Bakugo doesn't miss the strain in Pietro's voice either.]
Get up.
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The easiest to move into is the one by his head, shoving it along the tatami flooring until his scalp's nestled against Bakugo's palm and his face tilted enough for it and the telltale signs of arousal to be visible. A flush, dilated pupils, his mouth hanging open to let hot, hard pants escape as his only meager heat sink. ]
Said...s-said m'fine.
[ Peeking out from beneath his yukata, a diamond that definitely wasn't there before now sits on his ankle, its afterimage tracing up his calf like a racing stripe, bright red and flared. ]
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White hair presses into his hand, the skin of his palm surprisingly tough, and he growls low in his throat. Dammit, one glance at the telltale flush crawling across Pietro's face confirms his suspicion. Looks like it hit hard. He doubts the guy's suit is flaring up; newcomers don't even have suits.]
Shut up. You're already stuttering. [Red eyes scan over the guy's hunched figure, locking onto the mark at his ankle. Scratch that. Suit flare. Great.] Dammit. Come on. This'll be easier in the shower.
[And promptly hauls one arm over his shoulder before standing up and dragging Pietro with him.]
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This? Sucks. [ He finally manages, more in defiance of the situation than whatever Bakugo's doing to presumably help. ]
Already hate it here.
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No shit. [He appreciates the defiance.] Don't ever forget that.