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kaname date | ai: the somnium files | four of diamonds | current character
[ 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! ]
Junpei Yoshino | Jujutsu Kaisen | Existing player, new character
[ 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. ))
pietro "quicksilver" maximoff | x-men: evolution | new player
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! ♡ ]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ For the briefest moment, when all he’s registering in his fright is the spiky black hair and the angry questions, he really does think he’s being grabbed by a monster. Some kind of giant sea urchin that’s shot its spines into his chest and is going to slowly bleed him out —-
—- no. It’s just a guy. While being grabbed and yelled at by a human isn’t an ideal circumstance, the reality is he’s gotten much worse from people much bigger and scarier than Megumi. Really, if anything is his element, it’s this. ]
I didn’t do anything …!
[ It starts off frightened, but ends somewhere between annoyed and flat. Falling back into his usual routine, his way of minimizing the damage that the other person can cause him. Being uninteresting so as to not keep attention. He won’t struggle or fight. ]
I just woke up here.
[ Who he is doesn’t seem important, so that part goes unanswered. What will giving his name even mean to a stranger? ]
Edited (not the icon I wanted ) 2026-01-16 04:20 (UTC)
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! ]
[Megumi sits up slowly, still keeping a firm hold on the guy's clothes as he inspects him. There's... something off about him. But other than that, he seems sincere and as confused as Megumi is.
He waits for a few more moments before finally letting go of him, eyes darting to scan the room they are in. Woke up in here? Dragging people in seems to be the bread and butter of this place, so it's not impossible.
...he does owe the guy an apology.]
...sorry.
[But he's not really too sorry because, well, most people would react like him, right? He tosses the covers off of him and gets up, looking around,] A hotel...? [Better than being dropped into an open grass field with no clothes or RPG dungeon.]
[ Minimal though it may be, an apology isn’t something he’s ever gotten from those that roughed him up in the past. While he tells himself internally to keep his guard up, the simple word takes some of the tense energy out of his body and he watches curiously as the other inspects their accommodations. ]
That’s what it looks like.
[ Rising slowly to his feet, he takes a quick second to double check that he’s truly in one piece. Yes, those are his normal hands. They aren’t blue, bloated abominations he can barely control. Fingers cautiously trace the outline of his face a moment before he realizes how his actions must look and he removes them abruptly. ]
There’s a door, but … [ A swallow to try and work the lump out of his throat. ] … I haven’t been out there.
Robert Robertson III | Dispatch | Current player, New character
[ 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! ]
[ 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. )
[ 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. ]
Edited (SIGHS x2) 2026-01-16 05:45 (UTC)
glinda upland ( wicked: for good ) new character, new player
( 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. )
Edited 2026-01-16 05:41 (UTC)
Fushiguro Megumi | Jujutsu Kaisen | current character, 2💖, ota
[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]]
[If he's noticing any 'odd' behaviours from Junpei, Megumi's not bringing it up. If he's new here, it's a normal reaction- one day you're back home, the other you materialized somehwere unknown with weird and unknown people and not sure if all your limbs are intact. Luckily for both of them, they are both fine.
Megumi looks at the door, then approaches it, placing a hand on it, then ear to hear if anyone is moving around. He can hear the staff of the Hotel, but no one else. He opens it a smidge to look, then turns back.]
It appears it's too early for people to be up and about. [Megumi gives Junpei a good lookover-] Are you new?
( 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! )
[ 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! ]
[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.]
[ 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 ]
[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! ))
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peacockstop2026-01-15 09:00 pm
Getting Lucky?
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