June | Event: Terror in Tokyo

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Terror in Tokyo↲ OOC Plotting

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Life has been good for the refugees. While things may be strange at times, and the culture shock has no doubt taken some time to wear off, for the most part, Nippon has taken its vow to save them very seriously. New refugees are coming in every day, and research is on-going for how to fix the time loops that broke their worlds in the first place. Generally speaking, most citizens think very highly on the refugees, considering them both fascinating, and to some, heroic. Some are even welcome to the idea of allowing refugees to become permanent residents, if they so desire.

But not everyone feels the same way.

And as the refugees are about to learn, for all that Nippon has been able to rescue them from the cruel fate of being trapped in an endless time loop, when it comes to protecting them from threats within Nippon itself, they're woefully unprepared for the task. After all, for all that Gaia may be in the midst of an unprecedented era of peace, not everyone is on-board with maintaining such a status quo.

Blocked Party

In a show of gratitude towards the refugees, a wealthy benefactor has sponsored a week-long block party in their honor in the Kabukicho neighborhood of Shinjuku, starting on the 15th. Dozens of stalls offering festival food and games can be found lining the streets, along with every bar and restaurant giving exclusive deals and special drinks inspired by the refugees themselves.

No one seems to know who the benefactor is, but they claim to be the head of a wealthy family from the West, and they certainly have the Yen to back that up. The locals have chosen to take it as both a promising business opportunity, and a good way to give back to the refugees who saved their city back in March.

And of course, for the refugees themselves-- who doesn't want to go a week-long party dedicated all to them?

A Wild Week Shinjuku, Tokyo
While the party claims to last the week, most events are happening later at night, perhaps given the nature of the Kabukicho neighborhood. One bar is offering free drinks to refugees, while another is holding a drinking contest in which the winner goes home with ¥100,000! Just try not to get sick, or you'll quickly be disqualified.

To accommodate all this revelry, a number of love hotels are offering a free overnight stay to all refugees in groups of two or more. While many of these rooms are simple or slightly fancy hotel rooms, others are more stylized, or contain specific themes. One includes a small classroom and school uniforms, another has large glass windows looking into another room, and another has a bed shaped like a giant cup of instant noodles. Why? Look, don't ask questions. The room is free, right?

Of course, they're also pumping out aphro-incense into the streets. So characters should be careful if they walk by, or they might just find themselves inviting the first stranger they see to stay the night with them.

But perhaps the biggest draw to the party is a secret of supply of uki-laced snacks being distributed by the handful. The snacks are unlabeled, though anyone who has tasted uki will recognize the mildly sweet flavor it adds to anything it's cooked into. Unlike the West, where uki has long been considered a staple in Yokai culture, selling Uki without a license is illegal in the East, and such licenses are difficult to obtain due to strict trade agreements regarding the import of Uki from the West. But surely there's nothing wrong with indulging a little, right? After all, how many refugees actually know about that?

Seems Sus Shinjuku, Tokyo
As the partying continues, strange rumors begin to circulate around Tokyo. It seems some refugees attended the block party and never came home. While some brush it off as them simply getting too drunk and stumbling into a love hotel for the night given the free stays being offered, for some who have gone missing, it's notably out of character. And by the 17th, many businesses start to grow suspicious of the ever escalating going-ons, and begin hiring samurai from the Hanzaki Clan to keep the peace and investigate the disappearances.

At first, things seem to be running smoothly. But on the night of the 18th, things quickly turn south as a group of nearly twenty people abruptly disappears in the middle of a crowded street. Chaos ensues as the crowd begins to panic, while others storm participating businesses demanding answers. Overwhelmed, the Hanzaki are forced to call in the Samurai Guard, who begin making arrests.

But for some reason, refugees in particular seem to be be taken into custody to a higher degree than locals. The Samurai aren't forceful, but if asked, will simply say this is for their own good, before using powerful magi-tech to teleport refugees behind bars at the nearest jail one by one. No one seems to know what's going on, and it'll be a few hours before those taken into custody are given a proper explanation as to why. But by the next morning, it becomes known that over a hundred refugees have been reported missing, with the NRL confirming that none of those on the list have left Nippon.

But if that's the case, then just where did they all go?

Hostage Heist

In the midst of the reverie and celebrations, something sinister is afoot. Suddenly, and without warning, time stops. But only a few seem capable of noticing. Unable to move, or even breathe, their eyes remain seeing, yet they cannot look around. They won't see whose footsteps echo louder than anything they've ever heard before, as even the air around them become still and stagnant. A clawed hand draws over their eyes, and from behind, a raspy voice snarls in their ear.

"It's your turn."

And with that, they're moving. Time is yet still, and they remain incapable of controlling their body-- but they're moving. Like a puppet on strings, limbs bending in painful and unnatural ways, they're walked backwards towards a steamcar, the trunk popped open-- and as the cacophony of the party around them pours into their ears as time once more starts to move, everything goes dark.

Warning: These prompts contain darker than usual themes, including kidnapping, torture, human trafficking, and dubious consent. You are welcome to ignore any aspects of this event that you are uncomfortable playing.

Welcome to Hell ???, Tokyo
When the refugees awaken, they'll find themselves in one of a dozen possible locations, surrounded by a handful of other refugees, and seemingly no one else around -- but also, no way of escaping. There are no visible guards, and each refugee has been marked with a strange tattoo of two bold black lines circling their forearm: a curse mark, preventing them from using any supernatural abilities. Some may even find they've been horribly injured at some point before waking up, but due to the nature of the magic used against them, these injuries won't heal so long as they're trapped.

Most are simply left in a room, with only just enough room for everyone to sit, but not lay down. It's very hot, and only one faucet exists in the whole room to drink from, with no food. Their possessions will be missing, and any attempt at using powers beyond baseline human will cause them to freeze in place, their body contorting until they're been forced to the ground as if someone else were controlling them. While no one ever comes to torment them, they don't have to. Between the crying of fellow refugees and the hunger that's sure to set in, it'll be far from a relaxing experience. Mercifully, those kept in these confinements will be freed within three days.

Of course, not everyone will be so lucky. Far beneath the streets of Tokyo lay the ruins of numerous tunnel systems, long since abandoned even by the ground-dwelling people of Shitaya. Known by the locals as Jigoku, they've been used for smuggling contraband from Yokohama, and at times, makeshift tombs. And for select groups of refugees, the latter is where they'll be placed. They wake up in a long stone tunnel, sealed at both ends and only a single open pathway leading straight up, just wide enough for a single person to fit through. And even that's assuming they can see it, as this area will be left completely dark. Only when food is dropped down from above will they catch a glimmer of light overhead, with a steel trap door some 50 ft up. But considering the floor of the tunnel is covered in old charred bones, maybe they're better off not being able to see it. For these refugees, freedom won't come until after a full week in captivity, unless they find a means of escaping.

But perhaps the worst will be those hidden in plain sight. These refugees will wake up in a daze, finding themselves wearing unfamiliar clothing in an unfamiliar bar. Powerful hypnotic spells of persuasion keep them from leaving, or even attempting to call for help, no matter how much they may want to. Friend and foe blur together, and it becomes impossible to tell who in the bar is their enemy and who is their ally. These refugees will find themselves very susceptible to suggestion, doing anything they're asked, whether they want to or not. They may not even realize they're in a host club, being treated as regular employees by the staff and patrons alike. But what's real, and what's simply a result of the hypnotism? They may have trouble figuring that out. These refugees will be unable to escape, and may even attempt to fight off their rescuers.

Unfriendly Fire ???, Tokyo
But perhaps the greatest danger to those captured are their fellow refugees. There are thousands in Nippon, from all sorts of worlds -- and not all of them have the best interests of their fellow men at heart. In one of the crowded rooms, a very large reptile-like refugee suddenly attacks one of people around him, biting off their arm in a fit of hunger. Chaos quickly erupts as those in the room struggle to flee, but have no where to go, save for trampling one another. They'll need to take the lizardman down quickly if they want to return order to the room, which is easier said than done without their abilities.

In the host clubs of Kabukicho, some refugees are more lucid than others, and use this to their full advantage to ensure their own safety. Rather than take any customers themselves, they order other refugees around, in some cases preventing them from having even a moments rest. While it could be argued that some are only doing so out of desperation, some are certainly enjoying it more than others. The fact that some of these host clubs are functionally brothels makes the potential here much, much worse.

And in some cases, it may become clear that some among the captured refugees are actually their captors, disguised so as to catch them off guard in the event Tokyo fails to uphold their end of the deal. Nowhere is this most apparent as in Jigoku, as those capable of seeing in the dark may catch the mole sending messages, or even using their puppeteering against those trying to escape. More eerie still, some simply sit in the corner, never letting the others know that they're even there at all.

Fight for Freedom

Hardly a full day passes before the news of the kidnapping sweeps through the city. Within hours, the ones behind the block party are quickly revealed to be the very Yakuza group from Osaka who had high bounties placed on their arrest, known as the Puppeteers. After a number of bounties were claimed by the refugees, the group saw an opportunity, and sent a letter to the press announcing that they'll kill every single one of the kidnapped refugees if their members aren't released within a week. And clearly this group is nothing to sneeze at -- as the number of kidnappees is purported to be in the hundreds.

The Samurai guard are quick to figure out that there's no way over a hundred people are being kept in one place. And with their numbers stretched thin, they turn to the remaining refugees for help, offering them anything they need to carry out the job, including a set of the very same magic-resistant magi-tech armor they wear everyday.

But finding the refugees won't be easy. While some are easily sniffed out following tips and clues from locals in the Kabukicho neighborhood, others have been moved much further. Those offering man-power will be given specific locations to infiltrate, while those with the skills necessary to seek out the captive refugees will be put to the task of finding them out on their own. Will their power be enough?

A Messy Victory Shinjuku, Tokyo
Finding them won't be easy. Those being kept in small rooms are simply being held in the top floor of a number of different apartment complexes, but those in Jigoku are a different story. Not everyone knows it exists, and even if they do, it's clear that a powerful magic barrie is preventing anyone from sensing or teleporting to the captured refugees. But those who can sense magical auras may wonder why such powerful magic is suddenly coming from underground. Asking the locals in Shitaya will lead them to a very narrow network of maze-like catacombs, which could take hours to navigate. But in both cases, they won't find guards to ward off. They'll find fellow refugees, being controlled like puppets on a string, using all their strength to fight the rescuers off, all while pleading for the rescuers to save them. They'll have to take them out without killing them, while also making sure they aren't killed themselves.

But with the guards taken out, they'll need to contend with the magical barrier, powered with Sora magic. The barrier appears as a glowing wall of light, located in the catacombs, and in the hallways of the apartment buildings. These walls function as time surges, causing whoever passes through them to be affected in one of a few ways. Some may find themselves reverted to a younger age, while others may become elderly. And passing through with someone else may even cause them to switch bodies. They can be bypassed by breaking through the walls and going around them, but that might be easier said than done underground.

The actual puppeteers, of course, will be right at the entrance where the captives are being held. In addition to their puppetry, they're also skilled users of all four base elements, making them powerful foes. But should they be defeated, it'll simply be a matter of leading the kidnapped refugees back to safety. However, even if the puppeteers are killed, the mysterious wall-like time surges will remain. Were they not the ones who put it there?

But what of those being hidden in plain sight? Following tips from locals, rescuers will eventually be able to find them working in a variety of host clubs, all dolled up in make up and fine clothing. But while finding them is easy enough, saving them won't be. Due to the effects of the hypnotism, they'll insist that they're safe, and that they're working at the club by choice. Others may avoid answering at all, instead flirting with their attempted-rescuers, or even trying to seduce them into one of the backrooms. Attempting to remove them by force will cause other refugees to defend them, ultimately leading to rescuers being thrown out.

If they want to rescue them, they'll have to find a way to break the hypnotic spell. And perhaps the simplest way to do so is to break it with Kizuna. Some of the refugees have witnessed Kizuna's ability to manipulate reality, though so far, no one had learned how to do this intentionally. But there are two ways to produce large amounts of it: by doing something to dramatically increase the bond between two people, or by doing something to break that bond, causing the Kizuna between them to be released. How this can be done will vary between individuals, be it a sudden love confession, or slapping someone across the face and saying you hate them. But even still, breaking the spell is just the first step, because the other hypnotized victims won't let them go so easily.

After a long week, all refugees will have been rescued by the 25th. But unfortunately, despite capturing most of the puppeteers, the identity and whereabouts of the Clawed Man with a raspy voice remain unknown.

Convalescence NRL Psychiatric Hospital, Tokyo
Even after everyone is safe and accounted for, they're not out of the woods yet. Many refugees are injured or dehydrated, while many more are clearly traumatized by the experience. And due to the curse mark tattooed on their arms, healing magic won't work on them. It takes a number of specialists from the West to finally disable the spells a few days later, but unfortunately, the tattoo itself is permanent.

Things remain chaotic for the next week, as everyone is brought to the NRL to recover -- specifically, to the NRL's psychiatric hospital, adjoined to the main building, but typically off-limits to wandering refugees. Here, makeshift beds are set up in one of the largest rooms, allowing everyone to remain together. But while it may seem like this is done simply to keep everyone in one place, the reality is a bit more grim. Despite being a massive complex, most of the hospital's rooms and facilities are already occupied, with some wards bearing curious names, such as Time Afflicted and Looping Syndrome. One ward is even labeled Refugees! But of course, all of them are off-limits.

But those truly dedicated to snooping will be able to find a way into the Refugee ward, where every patient is clearly from another world, but seems to be trapped in some sort of catatonic state. Some occasionally burst into speech, repeating the same lines of dialogue over and over, as if in the midst of a conversation. Looking at the names on the doors, they might even see a name they recognize -- but they'll be caught and ushered out before they can confirm whether the name was accurate.

In any case, most of those kidnapped will be released after a week of rest.

OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's June event! There's a lot to take in this month, so please read everything carefully! Please direct any questions to the Question Thread in the OOC Plotting post.

• As with all events, this event is optional! Characters who choose to remain in the Western Kingdom for the duration are free to not hear about it until after everyone has been rescued.

• Only characters who explicitly possess control over Time and/or Space will be able to fight off the Clawed Man's time-freeze magic. These characters have the option of catching a glimpse of his face from afar, but will be not kidnapped, as he will abandon his attempt if seen. Unfortunately, while he looks human, his face will be covered with a mask.

• Characters who have been kidnapped have the choice of waiting for a rescue, or organizing an escape! There is no limit on the number of isolated groups, so if only two people want to plan an escape, then those two will be in their isolated location along with NPC refugees. Likewise, rescuers have the option of freeing groups of refugees using whatever means at their disposal, so long as it doesn't conflict with other player's enjoyment of the event!

• Rescuers have the option of being captured and being placed with other kidnapees before the end of the week, and failed escape attempts may result in kidnapees being moved to different areas if you would like to play with multiple settings. No characters will be held captive for more than a week.

• The tattoos may be permanent, or will fade within a month. You are free to say some of the other effects still linger, such as the power dampening or the inability to be magically healed, due to the curse being buried too deep. This can be removed by more powerful magic specialists in the Western Kingdom. Likewise, characters who were hypnotized are free to retain the effects that force them to follow orders, or make them more open to suggestion.

• The names listed in the NRL's psych ward must be characters who would qualify as auxiliary characters. While most scientists will be too busy to offer any explanations, players who redeem a 3-star Bonus AC reward can find Shizuko, who will answer any of the their questions.

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Yukio Okumura | Blue Exorcist ++CRAU | OTA

[reflash]

party all day
[Yukio doesn't really want to be here, but it's a festival specifically for refugees, and it feels like it might be rude not to participate. So he's does make a trip to the festival, one day.

He's just here during the day, looking at the festival stalls, sampling a few foods, and considering festival games. He looks like he needs someone to bother him.]

hostage host club cw: mind control noncon/dubcon, underage

[He's... working, he thinks. There's a haze in his head, and he can't quite remember how he got there. He smiles, pours the person in front of him another glass of sake, listens to them talk without actually hearing them. Be polite. Smile. Nod. Don't refuse anything they ask.

Between clients, he doesn't do much. Tries to think. He can't remember-- but there's another client, and he rises to meet them. He's an elegant young man, dressed in traditional clothes, with a soft smile and a polite bow. And a lot of non-human features. Maybe your character is the one walking through the door, looking for a drink or a night of company or an answer for the question of "where the hell have the missing people gone?" (there's one of them, right here). Maybe you're already here, dazed and unsure and trying to get your bearings when Yukio sits down beside you, not saying anything but just... just trying to think, to figure out what's happening. Who knows who you are or what you're doing here, certainly not Yukio.]

aftermath
[It feels wrong, the mark on his arm, the haziness still clinging to his mind, the way he feels like he's been stripped of everything he's become over the past year and a half. He wants to help, but he can't, his own hard-earned healing magic locked under the curse mark tattooed on his arm, his own will suppressed under the well-meaning orders given by the NRL scientists. He does not want to be here, in a room with a hundred other people, waiting quietly to be released.

Eventually, he manages to decide something on his own. It's not a good decision, necessarily, but it's one he feels like he's probably making. Maybe you've made a similar decision, one to sneak around and investigate behind that door that says Refugees.]

wildcard
[[ooc: come AT me bro this is exactly and entirely what i like in an event let's put the hurt in hurt/comfort. also because of the CRAU Yukio is 17 and has some significant appearance changes as described in his permissions.]]

Cursed Host Club Thread is GO

[meinwaifu]

My, we really must stop meeting like this.

[Suddenly Mephisto is here. Very suddenly, as he's chosen to simply poof his way into a seat next to Yukio. Was he looking for him? Not really. He feels no particular attachment towards him, nor a desire to protect him. If anything -- he's here for a laugh.]

Have you been drinking? You're still a bit young for that, you know.

Ranpo Edogawa | Bungo Stray Dogs

[sweetsleuth]

1 | The Master Detective at Work
[It's been a crazy night, and all the refugees who were arrested have been filled in on what's happening, being given a list of reported names, and being asked to try and get in touch with everyone they know. Despite spending most of the night in quiet contemplation on his own, by morning, he's immediately up and ready to help.]

Hey, you.

[How rude?? This is how he's addressing you, more or less the moment they're let out of gay baby jail.]

Find me a map of Tokyo. There should be one hanging on the wall around here -- just rip it down and bring it here!


2 | Everywhere and Nowhere | cw: dubcon, possible noncon, hypnosis
[He made a mistake. But he doesn't remember it anymore.]

[He doesn't remember anything anymore. His brain feels fuzzy in a strange way. Is he drunk? There's a drink in his hand, he's sure. His clothes feel heavy and silky, but completely unfamiliar. When did he put these on?]

[A laugh falls from his lips as he leans onto the arm of the person sitting beside him. He's definitely drunk, and so dressed up like he may not even be familiar to those who know him. With painted eyes, his hair combed back, and his kimono is practically spilling open, he's more or less designed to be as alluring as possible right now.]

Saaay. Are you having a good time tonight? Cause I bet you'd have an even better time if you were with me.

[ooc: Ranpo cannot be rescued in this prompt! Open to fellow kidnappees, rescuers, or people who don't realize Ranpo is one of the kidnap victims yet. But please keep in mind, Ranpo will think very negatively of this experience.]


3 | Fear Itself | cw: trauma related to the above prompt, blood/injuries
[Ranpo isn't sure what made his mind snap back to reality. But he does remember his chest hurting. Did a bond just break?]

[Perhaps aware of the risks of keeping someone like him hidden in plain sight, he was quickly knocked out and moved -- this time, with a parting gift of a solid beating for good measure. And as the food hatch is opened for the captive's daily meal drop in Jigoku, food isn't the only thing that comes down. Ranpo is thrown in alongside side it, screaming as he desperately tries to grapple the sides of the narrow pipe, not knowing how far down he'll fall until he hits the bottom. He manages to stop briefly just before the end -- and then falls the additional ten feet, landing painfully on the metal floor of his new dark prison.]

[He doesn't realize yet that he's not alone. Only that it's dark, and he's afraid. So he makes no effort to reign in the way he quickly starts to cry and hyperventilate, both from the pain of the fall, and the sudden shift into utter darkness.]


4 | When The Party's Over
[They won. Almost everyone made it home safely. Most of the culprits have been caught. And it's thanks in part to Ranpo that some families are going to be able to eat dinner together tonight. But he's not thinking about that right now.]

[It's strange to think that he's never been this injured before. Or at least, not for very long. One arm is broken and in a sling. He has bruises and cuts on his face, and one of his ankles is being kept elevated from a sprain. He may have a broken rib or two. Even his tail has bandages around it. And while everyone around him in the room is overwhelmed with relief, surrounded by friends and family-- Ranpo's sitting by himself.]

[If Yosano were here, he wouldn't be sitting here in this much pain. If Kunikida were here, he'd be getting an earful right now about how much danger he put himself into. If Fukuzawa were here... would he have even gotten hurt at all?]

[And the physical wounds weren't even the worst ones.]

[He needs to keep his ankle elevated, but right now, he doesn't care. He pulls his knees up to his chest and curls on his side, ignoring how much it makes everything ache. To whoever gets there first to see him, that's how they'll find him -- his pillow pulled up against his face to hide the fact that he's been crying.]


5 | Wildcard
[ALL ABOARD THE PAINTRAIN! Hit me up here if you want to plot something!]

3

[blackbeastcoat]

[ It's honestly hard to miss, that bit of light that comes when the door is opened but the noise that followed afterwards was the unexpected part.

Akutagawa cracked his eyes open, and it took a couple moments for him to register that the one that was there now with them all? A familiar face he had some awareness of being here but one he hadn't run into until this point. Gone was the smart ace detective of the agency and what was left was essentially a child, but he was drained and had no energy for any animosity.

That and he had nothing against the man here now. There was no Port Mafia or Agency. ]

Calm down. [ He sounds impossibly tired and weary, not wanting to move more than he had to right now. ] You are not alone. There's no need to freak out when it will not change anything.

[ It's the best he can muster for an attempt at comfort at all. ]

3 - cw for my own: blood, vague reference to traumatic injuries, mentions of psychosis

[vapelife]

[Most of the other captives have started to give the god a wide breadth now, and he hasn't reacted to the hatch opening for a bit.

The seething hatred rolling off Dionysus could almost be felt, if not heard in every rattling, labored breath as pain corrupts him. His wound has been dressed to the best ability, but the bone remains within him, a constant aching reminder of his humiliation.

It's easy to dismiss the sound of a familiar voice weeping as just another phantom to torment him, but then it doesn't stop, leaving Dionysus confused enough to uncurl from himself and pull his fingers from his hair long enough to look. They both look very different right now, but he'd always recognize Ranpo.]

Shhh.

[His voice sounds slightly different. For the better; Dionysus is too ashamed to be seen like this, so while he's able to get up and approach the smaller-- no, they're about the same size now -- man in the dark, he's comforted by the fact he's certain he can't see him. The sound of his feet as he approaches might at least alert Ranpo of his presence before he crouches back down next to him and places a gentle hand on his shoulder.]

1

[pinkfox]

[ it has been a week. Nazuna arrives to this strange world, is told about timeloops, has to deal with a lot of new things, then goes to a week long party AND after is sent to jail. Honestly, this is all very annoying.

But no more annoying that whoever this person is. ]

Excuse me?

[ Nazuna stares at him, surprised at how rude he is, but her ears twitch and tail waves with annoyance ]

You seem perfectly capable of finding a map of Tokyo on your own. [ not even a please? Aha! ]

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa | Bungou Stray Dogs

[blackbeastcoat]

Wild Week

[ This isn’t bad. So far.

He’s not working or anything, but something just seems wrong about this whole thing but he can’t put a finger on it. So Akutagawa’s senses are on high alert for some time, but he doesn’t do anything about it.

Not until he sees not just one, but numerous people handing out unlabeled snacks to some of the other refugees here and it just doesn’t sit right with him. So that’s why he approached one of those who’d been handed some, giving a glance backward before sighing. ]

I wouldn’t eat those. They may be tampered with something.

In Hell [cw: blood/injuries]

[ It was a mistake to attend that damned party.

So much of a mistake. The second time stopped short and everything went still, his senses went on alert. No matter how he willed Rashomon to act and slice his enemy to ribbons, it would not act, just like his body would not move at ALL.

Then there was that hand over his eyes and those words that rung in his ears.

As he awoke a while later? Pain wracked his body in a couple of notable places, such as his left arm, his chest, right ankle and the side of his face. Mostly just his arm, so he suspected it was broken but the biggest thing was that his world was completely dark. It hadn’t stopped him from instantly trying to summon Rashomon and instantly regretting it, his body wrenched to the floor.

So here he was… kidnapped, in pain and completely powerless. ]

Tch… to think they would resort to kidnapping. Pathetic.

[ He’s going to try and keep mostly to himself, even if he’s in a LOT of pain right now. ]

It’s all Over

[ That had been a torturous hell of a time to say the least, and Akutagawa is tired and exhausted after all of that.

Being out of there is a relief but what’s left behind is etched into his mind. He’d been weak, unable to do more than lie there and wait for help. Even his younger years in the slums had never been that bad, but the worst was the fact his damnable injuries did not heal the entire time and even now as they were patched up and taken care of?

They’d so wonderfully informed him that the curse ran so deeply that he could not be magically healed. So the wonderfully painful broken arm, broken ankle, fractured rib, bruises and the cuts on the side of his face would have to slowly heal on it’s own until someone more proficient could come remove the deeper ingrained part of the curse or whatever.

Many who know him may note he just… looks almost lifeless, with all his bandages and eyes staring off into the distance ]

[ ooc: If y’all want anything else, hit me up at my plotting post :D ]

Wild Week

[pinkfox]

[ nazuna is far too new to realize this is not normal. In all fairness, she doesn't trust anyone right off the bat and she is careful with what she accepts from strangers (she is also careful not to let them too close), but there is food and she is hungry.

Once she is given some snacks, she looks at them unsure. Well, everyone else is eating them, right?

And then she hears Akutagawa, her ears stand up and she turns to look at him ] Eh? Tampered? [ oh hell no. She quickly drops it, huffing ] gee, no wonder they were being so nice.

Zhongli | Genshin Impact

[negeotiation]

The Start of a Wild Week - A
[A street festival.... How wonderful. Of course Zhongli would make plenty of time to attend and soak up everything the local culture of Kabukicho had to offer... and all the free food and drink, of course.

He might have run out of food money already, unfortunately. And while he didn't necessarily need to eat, he did enjoy it greatly. He's actually taking the first few nights of the festival to try everything he can, at least once.]

The generosity of the people of Kabukicho... it is a truly admirable thing. I was not here when the refugees aided them, admittedly.

[So he wasn't sure exactly how deep the reason for the gratitude was, either. That... actually isn't stopping him from partaking though. On the contrary, he's been handed some Uki-laced snacks by a stall owner now, curiosity bright in his eyes.

Someone just handed this grandpa some weed mochi, rip.]

The Start of a Wild Week - B
[Some of that uki might still be lingering a few hours later as he walks down the street. It's late and he should probably retire, but he can't... quite remember how to get back to his dorm from here. It's hard to recall, right now.

It might be because the sweet, heady incense in the hair is clouding his mind. It's hard to focus on much at all beyond how warm he is, and he's actually removing his tie in public, quickly followed by his coat. That provides some relief, but also makes him shudder from the sensation of their removal.]

The air is... surprisingly warm tonight.

[His gaze is slightly unfocused, cheeks flushed. It's been a very long time since he's been exposed to something of this sort.]

Hostage Heist
[When Zhongli wakes it is cold and dark, somewhere underground. He knows this innately, thanks to his connection to rock and soil. But other than that, he's completely blind by the lack of light.

There's a shuffling sound as he pats along the rock wall of the tunnel, frowning as he fines the place sealed off.]

...But if we are underground, I might be able to create a tunnel out.

[He doesn't know their supernatural abilities are sealed yet-- and unfortunately for everyone in the underground cell with him, he's about to find out in the worst way possible.

There's a golden glow to him as he tries to channel Geo energy to make a hollow in the rock walls, lighting up the room brightly, briefly.

And then there's a crash as his body shifts and distends, elongating into that of a....

is that a Dragon? A very... fluffy dragon. And one that is rapidly filling up the small room. At least the room is long, but uh... might want to avoid getting squished. It lets out a growl that might be surprise, annoyance or both. At the very least, the huge girth of him is useful in that some of his scales glow faintly, and he won't require a share of the food dropped down for them.]

Dragon on a string
[So after days of dealing with Venti and Zhongli's antics, the poor puppeteer in charge of watching them has frankly given up the ghost and pulled out a bottle of alcohol to withstand this. Understandable given the circumstances, but it means when someone arrives to rescue them, their attempt to make the captives fight really just results in...

A long dragon just kind of wiggling around grumpily. Zhongli looks like he'd very much like to bite the crook's head off for the indignity, honestly. On the bright side, he probably won't bite his allies like this? Because he's Very Big. You could probably just knock out the puppeteer and be done with it.]

u know which one

[acutabove]

[ While his night hasn't been too wild, it has been a bit more lively than the other nights he'd spent in the city thus far. With free food and drink flowing like water from the enthusiastic stalls and shops lining the streets, he'd made sure to have his fill, careful not to overdo it to the point where he'd pass out in an alley somewhere. It made the night feel a little more humid, a little more warm, and he thanked his foresight in not going around in the scarf and blazer that was more accustomed to the harsh Snezhnayan climate.

Instead, Childe's wandering around in the crimson dress shirt he usually wore beneath his uniform, the Fatui mask still fixed into his bird's nest of a hair. He wanders, not for the want of finding anyone he knew - though he knew there were a few from his world already, people that he wouldn't mind running into and maybe starting something up (rematches) - but just for the sake of taking in the sights.

He's just glimpsed a familiar brown coat when it's ... peeled off, and the bac kthat's presented to him is unfamiliar. He knows who it is, of course, but he can't recall ever seeing the consultant without his trademark overcoat even in the most hottest of weather.

His steps take him up behind Zhongli in a few moments, long legs placing him at his side just in time to catch what the other man utters. ]

It must be, if it has you shedding layers. Hey xiansheng - [ He begins, the nickname said with a distinct note of familiarity. ] I didn't think this was your sort of thing.

[ And then, when he sees the flushed cheeks and the unfocused gaze, he pauses. Furrows his brows, tilts his head. ]

Are you... drunk?

Baku | Original

[dreamvour]

A Wild Week

[she had always gone out of her way to avoid festivals back home out of a fear of accidentally interfering or whatever, but that didn't matter here. So it's safe to say that Baku is at the party almost the entire time.

But even then she's not really participating so much as just watching. Which may seem boring, but Baku is having a wonderful time. She can be found all over, perched on benches or on the ground or at some point, even on a roof, just happily watching everyone have fun]

Seems Sus

[after hearing about the missing refugees and after hearing just how many have gone missing, Baku decides she can't ignore it any longer. Which means she can't really hide what she is, either, but that's fine.

After questioning the shop owners and anyone left that had gone to the party, she decides to try using her powers instead, and so . . . she steps to the side of the road, out of the way, and just drops right there, seemingly passing out. It happens a few times over the next few days - just this strange high school girl suddenly passing out off to the side somewhere.

But for those who can tell, she's entered the dream realm to try and use dreams to hunt down the missing people.

It only lasts for a few minutes, but soon enough she pops right back up to her feet - and rubs at her head, making a face]

Ah, that hurts more than I remember.

[or maybe you catch her when she's being, y'know, not weird about tracking down refugees]

A Messy Victory

[finally her dream tracking pays off, leading her to one of the host clubs. Which - host clubs are familiar to her in the sense that she's been to one or two, under protest. But these were different, and she lingers outside, watching what she can see from there with a frown.

But soon enough she'll head in and - yeah she's not going to pretend, she looks bemused about all of this. How did this work again? Anyway hi, she's here for host club funtimes, but actually she's here to rescue people - maybe even you]

Convalescence

[there isn't much she can do, but Baku ends up at the hospital anyway, offering what help she can to the frazzled staff.

It's when her curiosity gets the better of her that she goes snooping - and when she finds the catatonic refugees, well. She drops right there, "passed out", as she enters the realm of dreams.

Only this time when she wakes up, she looks incredibly concerned, and stays where she sits until someone comes along to usher her out. You'll hear her mutter to herself:]

I can't find them . . that makes no sense.

Wildcard

[for event-related things you want to do not listed here, or maybe non-event things, too! Feel free to hit up my plotting comment]

it's very sus

[pinkfox]

[ Look, nazuna isn't entirely sure she wants to be involved in this. She just arrived and she has no magic to speak of (not... exactly) and her powers wouldn't be much use against magic. Plus, she doesn't really know any of these people, and that may be selfish but... she doesn't want to be kidnapped either.

In any case, she does go around the place, sniffing the air in her wolf form, trying to find any scent. The problem is that this place has so many new scents that she is a bit overwhelmed, so nazuna feels like she isn't doing anything at all.


And then there is this kid passing out on the street????? Startled, Nazuna rushes towards her, carefully holding her head to check if there is any bleeding ]

Oi! Are you alright?! [ wha- what does she do?! Call a doctor, yeah, that should be the best thing to do ] Does anyone know where the hospital is?

Zhou Zishu & Liu Qian Qiao | Word of Honor; Song Zichen | The Untamed

[fated_dance]

First off, no plans for Zichen other than fussing over anyone he's close to if they're involved in the various shenanigans. I'm also open to him getting pulled into hunting down those responsible and helping to rescue hapless people.

Hostage Heist - cw torture
For Zishu he'll get kidnapped and put in the waiting hall...but he'll get scratched up pretty badly. Thanks to the tattoo though, he can't heal up! This'll be GREAT when he gets out. Zishu's kidnapping will have one nasty effect: Wen Kexing will go psycho. Possibly also Wu Xi and Beiyuan.

For Qian Qiao she's also going to get kidnapped, but she won't otherwise be touched. I figure she'll be trying to keep her fellows calm until they find a way out or are rescued.


All three are open for partying though! Please drag them out! Feel free to poke me here, PM, or fireduck! If you only use discord and prefer to plot there, PM me first to ask please (or you can find me via the game chat and message me that way, no need to add I think?)

France | Hetalia | open

[amant]

wild week | the drinking | this is dumb

[ He'd needed no poking, prodding, or sweet-talking to find himself among the throng of refugees, dipping between stalls and sampling foods. He could be offering some of his finds with nearby strangers (try it, you coward) or happily conversing with random people while he acclimates to Nippon. However, the drinking contest seems to catch his attention longer than anything else so far. He's a seasoned functional alcoholic connoisseur and a man of expensive tastes. Hey. YOU. ]

¥100,000?! My God, I'd be a fool not to try. Are you going to cheer me on, then?

[ Spoiler: He's going to need a nice person to lean against and to hold his hair possibly. Shake a poor sinner's hand. ]

wild week | making merry | aphrodisiacs

[ Does he have dignity any more? Doubtful. It's a shame that the alcohol only lowers his resistance to whatever perfumes are wafting through the air. An unlucky soul will catch him gazing a little too intently. He isn't even ashamed when he's caught from the impish grin on his stupid face. ]

I couldn't help but admire how you stand out in a crowd. It's quite distracting, actually.

tunnel time | general trauma

[ It's difficult to tell how long he's been down here in the tunnels. At first he tries to wait it out in order to help anyone that needs immediate help. Dressing wounds, offering food... whatever is needed. Maybe he wanted to see if he could establish some sort of schedule that grate would open to lower food to the captives. At some point, even he tires of going hungry and being impatient for someone else to rescue them. Tunnels had to lead somewhere and he's willing to take a chance. ]

It's time to go. Can you walk?

ooc: He will not get out. This is a failed escape attempt, but if you wanted to go to the brothel with him this works out as a good segue!

host club | cw: dubcon, noncon (depending), hypnosis

[ In his mind, France has successfully returned to his life as normal. He'd recently been hired on at a host club to pour drinks and sweet talk customers, after all. It doesn't sink in that this isn't the host club he has gotten to know, however briefly. His thoughts feel slightly blurred at the edges, keeping him from probing too deeply on the matter. He knows he's not in the tunnels and that's what matters, plus the resources available to the hosts to dress themselves up are pleasing enough to keep him distracted.

There are beautiful silks that drape in flattering ways in deep colors that only make the slope of his neck and shoulders more appealing. All of that blond hair is pulled into a loose up do to expose as much skin as possible; he's always been aware of how to present himself to an audience. It's fun for a man like France. This was no different than entertaining nobility like the pretty doll his kings pretended him to be in his younger years (Strange, how similar he was to a puppet then, too.).

France doesn't quite recall shaving, but the few faces he's kissed in his time after the tunnel have been deceptively smooth. He is terribly obedient in every request made of him. Drinks, dining... slipping away for a more intimate conversation. He's never been a prude but even this level of obedience is a bit unlike him.

Still, the polite smile he offers while seating himself in front of his next patron seems natural enough. ]

What can I offer you tonight?

[ What a nice host. ]

wildcard

If there's anything you want to do, hit me up at my ooc plotting post. Want me to do a closed starter? Okay! I also have inabunk where you can go and watch me embarrass myself.

drinking!

[woodeneye]

Cheer ye on? Er, actually... think I might be here to compete with ye.

[ Ragetti shoots France a sheepish wave as he slides into the barstool to his right. Normally you'd expect someone joining a contest to be a little more confident that they actually signed up for it, but, well, here we are. ]

Ye ever done one o' these before?

haru | beastars (+prisma CRAU) | open!

[hopticulture]

↪wild week

[She's looking for a means of distraction; because although Haru is a girl who's used to being alone, there's something about this place, the way it pulls people in and pushes them out, that truly has her feeling far more lonely than she's felt in a long time. It's...not good, a retread of who she used to be, and deep down she knows she's gotten much better at living her life fully and happily.

So, alone, she'll enjoy the festivities this strange world has in store, for both local and refugee alike. Wearing a yukata she wore to last month's festivities.

But-- it's after her participation drink offered to her by a stranger while she watched a drinking contest go underway, and munching on some strange but not bad tasting mochi that she realizes it's late, and the familiarity of feeling stranded begins to settle in. The free overnight stay isn't something she'll pass up, especially since her feet are aching in her sandals, but unfortunately--]

What do you mean I need a partner or two...? [If you've come to also try a hand at a free room, you'll find a rabbit standing on her tip toes, glaring angrily up at the human manning the front desk.] Look, I'm not about to just pick someone off the street this late at night...

↪hosting hell (cw: dubcon, mind control, hypnosis.)

[A small rabbit that no one knows, easily taken and easy to bend. Haru's wound up in a bar, and dressed accordingly in a way that accentuates her smaller build and large, cute black-on-black eyes. She looks like a fancy child's doll, dressed in a floral pink kimono, accommodating for her cotton tail, and a large poppy-like flower affixed to one ear like a hair adornment.]

A~ah, welcome! [Said with a girlish, childish voice, a deep bow of respect. And as a greeter she's a particularly lively, cheerful face--

As a server, incredibly friendly and curious. But the smiles she offers, the light cadence of her voice as she talks, never quite reach her eyes which remain black and distant much like the doll-like hostess she's been made up to present.]

How may I serve you? [Sweet and mindful of her manners (uncharacteristic to those who know her which...is no one here).]

Oh no, my apologies! Let me clean that right up... [Quick to help and pat dry any spilled drink on a patron's lap, getting close, hands lingering (if that's what they want.)

And by the time the secret's out, when there are people finally, finally looking for her, the persona of a young and fresh girl working happily and dutifully at the bar remains when asked, but her hands grab at her wannabe rescuer's wrists in the hopes of not being left to suffer alone. But should they turn to her in response, her fingers will trail lightly up along their arm, flirtatious and giggling.]

Come with me...you want that, don't you?

↪wildcard

[OOC: PLEASE hit me up with any prompts for this event!! i'm down for pretty much anything (unless specified otherwise in my kinklist here & permissions.

NOTE: wild week isn't just limited to the love hotel / time spent at the love hotel can be purely platonic or purely smut & hosting hell prompt is kept vague so it can be for people coming in as clients, or people coming in to rescue her. dealer's choice! i'm flexible.

you can plot with me here!]

wild week

[pinkfox]

[ Love Hotels are not nazuna's thing but she has been hoping from hotel to hotel to perform there. It may sound weird, but considering the amount of people celebrating and using these hotels? Yeah, she will be taking this chance to gain some popularity and get on her idol track, thank you very much.

After her performance, Nazuna is surrounded by some patrons and while she is very much aware of their intentions, she still smiles at them because she doesn't want to piss anyone off. However, spotting a small rabbit, nazuna's eyes go wide.

First, that's a beastman. Second, that's a girl and not a guy. And third, this is the perfect opportunity to get rid of the annoying guys surrounding Nazuna. So the kitsune bows her head apologetically while she says "My friend is here" and with a wave she quickly moves towards Haru. ]

Ah, there you are! I have been looking for you! [ Nazuna grins at Haru, and then glances back at the guys who are still staring. But at least she does manage to whisper, with an apologetic smile ] Go along with it, please? I've been trying to get a room too.

Xiao | Genshin Impact

[baneofallevil]

Seems Sus

[ Something had definitely seemed off about this whole party business and so when a large group of people are reported to have gone missing and then other refugees as well as some locals are being arrested. It has an unsettling feeling set into the pit of his stomach and that’s enough to have him keeping out of sight in the event they try to decide he may be suspicious enough to take into custody.

It’s as he’s keeping hidden that he spots someone unsuspecting about to be taken, and after a moment he sighs and disappears from sight. Only to re-appear next to the person, put his hands on their shoulders, disappear again and take them somewhere safe in a matter of seconds. ]

You need to be careful. Unless you desire being imprisoned.

[ His tone is cool, almost reprimanding until one realizes he actually had done something to keep another person safe. ]

A Victorious End [ Closed to Venti ]

[ News had spread fast of the kidnappings and at first it wasn’t really something that bothered him all that much.

It was when he realized he wasn’t able to get ahold of Zhongli or Venti that he realized what happened with them, an icy feeling lodging into the pit of his stomach. Was this fear? Actual fear and anger?! Xiao was able to ignore and push aside that fear to focus on the anger that came from both his lordand the person he loved being kidnapped by such vile, awful beings.

Beings that had enough power to actually kidnap archons?!

It was such an important matter that he did something he never really thought he’d ever do. He’d approached that red-haired fatui and they ended up working together on the stipulation that there’d be a little rematch of their fight at some point, though it wasn’t like it was common for him to actually work with a human who’d nearly caused the end of Liyue Harbor.

Eventually - and with some disagreements on the way - the two of them had managed to make their way to where the others were being held. It was difficult trying to find the exact location of where they’d be so it’d taken a couple tried but eventually they reached the puppeteers to which Xiao worked at taking care of them. His patience had been diminished and as such it made him a little careless. He now bore a cut along his cheek and some of his clothes were ripped as well as slightly torn and singed but those in his way were taken care of.

He had been VERY well aware that Zhongli was okay due to the re-appearance of that old form once again, but he didn’t see Venti anywhere, brows knit into a frown as he stepped forwards. ]

Venti? It’s me. Where are you?

[ No, he’s not afraid. Just worried. He wants his boyfriend to be alright. ]

Wildcard

[ Nothing stands out? Toss something my way as i’m down for anything!! :D Go wild! ]

you know

[notgrande]

[ It's been unpleasant. He had been, he thought, minding his own business. But then they stripped him of his powers, which resulted in him being a lot smaller than he's been in a very long time. And this form is just that - a small wisp of a creature without any real power to note. He's tried to change back and he simply can't.

He's mad. They've spoiled his birthday, and at a time when he has someone to celebrate it with, too. He doesn't have to much time to stew on it at least (it's for the best), because things keep happening here.

In the end, they decided to make them puppets. But as it were he didn't have much to offer in a fight and wanted to deal with, resist, the form that he has now.

What finally cuts through is his name - not Barbatos, Venti the name he chose for himself. It's Xiao's voice. He peeks out from where he was tucked behind another. And he walks - makes his way towards the other's voice because all he wants right now is to tuck even his small form against the other. ​]

Xiao.

[ His voice is quiet, not intentionally. But he wants to go home. ]

Ragetti | Pirates of the Caribbean | OTA

[woodeneye]

a - party week

[ A party? A party for him (among a few hundred-some other people, but who's counting)? A party where they're giving out a whole bunch of free stuff? Sign Ragetti up!

He'll pretty much just be circulating from one end of Shinjuku to the other all week, taking in the sights, the sounds, the swag. His resolve wavers just a little more every time he passes the bar with the drinking contest and the massive cash prize. Is he far too scrawny to successfully put away that much alcohol in a short span of time? Yes. Is he possessed of very little in the way of sound judgement, especially when it comes to drinks and money? Also yes!

But all crazy nights must come to an end, and eventually it's like 2 in the morning and his apartment is so far awaaay. A free hotel stay sounds perfect right about now - until he learns about the caveat, of course. ]

I ain't never heard o' no inn that makes ye bring yer own partner...

[ Isn't finding one there half the fun? But it's fine, there are plenty of people still roaming the streets at this hour, someone else must want a free place to sleep for the night. Stepping back outside for the moment, he flashes an awkward grin at the first unaccompanied reveler who passes his way: ]

Oi - ye wanna get a room together?

[ There are probably less provocative ways he could have phrased that! ]

b - host club

[ And then, of course, one night, it happens.

Time passes. Information comes to him in shards. None of it seems to make any sense. He's wearing a suit. His right eye feels strange in its socket, smoother. He feels... clean?

Yeah, apparently his kidnappers were hard enough up for workers that Ragetti's been hypno-press-ganged into host club service. Granted, he's not standing out as much as you'd expect from a pirate in a fancy establishment like this one. He's been severely neatened up since his capture, his wooden eye exchanged for an actual glass one that matches his left, which he'd be a lot more excited about if he were mentally himself enough to notice. The overall effect is something like this. Turns out the guy cleans up pretty well. Who knew?

There's only so much the hypno-fog can do about his natural clumsiness, and the higher-ups pretty quickly steer him away from handling too much that's breakable. But sitting and listening to customers, refilling the occasional drink, laying the occasional hand on their arm... He can do that. ]

Was there anythin' you wanted to do while you're here tonight? Anythin'... special?

[ Oh lord, he's saying you instead of ye. The man's far gone. Help him out... or take advantage? Either one! ]

c - welcome to hell

[ Yeah, the host club thing didn't work out. He's been unceremoniously transferred to Jigoku, and no, he doesn't get to keep the glass eye, which disappears in a puff of magic as soon as he's let go. At least his kidnappers are kind(?) enough to drop his wooden one down the shaft to the tunnels after him. It bounces dully off the stone floor and rolls away into the darkness. ]

Me eye - !

[ Ever a man of priorities, Ragetti scrambles after it on slightly scuffed hands and knees. Of course, the utter lack of light down here means he's absolutely about to smack right into someone in the process. Probably with his face. Sorry in advance. ]

d - rescue

[ Finally, after... some amount of miserable days in the tunnels, Ragetti doesn't know, he doesn't have a watch, help arrives. Which is great! Unfortunately, it's about this time that Ragetti learns why his captors let him keep his weapons. ]

Sorry, mate -

[ He cringes as a sword strike from an arm he can't control whiffs past the side of his would-be rescuer's face. ]

Sorry!

e - wildcard

[ I wrote a lot again and I'm sorry. But. Hit me up! ]

c. (cw injury)

[dayific]

[ There's some light, down in Jigoku. The only problem is that it's shining out of a stab wound in Sunny's stomach, leaving her weak and trembling where she's been curled up in the corner for... who knows how long. ]

Who's there?

[ She feels something small and round bump against her, followed by something much larger and person-shaped. ]

Ow--! Careful!

Chuuya Nakahara | Bungo Stray Dogs

[darkdisgrace]

Wild nights
[Free drinks? Of course Chuuya's going to be there. Not that he can't buy his own alcohol, but being able to sample the menu of different bars is nice. Unfortunately, this also means various bar going patrons have to deal with Chuuya... who gets very easily wasted.

There's already a faint flush to his cheeks as he sips a cup of something that goes down with a nice, smooth burn, grinning contentedly.]

They should have events like this more often, y'know?

Welcome to hell
[It's hot, is the first thing he becomes aware of. Hot and sweltering, suffocating. Or maybe the difficulty breathing had something to do with the searing pain in his side as he slowly begins to wake.

He's lucky enough to be tucked against a wall, probably on account of the nasty bruises on his side. First inspection of his person tells him he probably has bruised ribs as well... maybe cracked, he's not completely sure. There's blood on his lip, and his cheek feels sore and puffy, probably badly bruised.

Heh, course they kicked the shit out of him.]

Damn fucking bastards...

[It's probably not helping the nerves of any fellow captives when he slams his fist against the floor next to him, snarling in frustration. Afraid? No. He's just angry. Someone might want to calm him before he tries to storm the door.]

Back into hell
[Was Chuuya injured, his ability sealed by that tattoo? Yeah.

Was that going to stop him from going back in to help rescue others, especially when he knew Akutagawa was one of them? Hell no.

He's at least fairly useful when it comes to his physical strength, which is still more potent than an average person's. Stealth isn't exactly his forte, but that doesn't mean he's incapable either.

Luckily, the captives don't have access to anything like supernatural abilities either when they try to fight the rescuers off.

Unfortunately, he does accidentally stumble into one of those time barriers. What comes out on the other side is a slightly shorter, more round-faced teenager, growling in frustration.] Oh come on. I've got shit to do, I don't have time for this crap!

Wildcard
[Post-rescue shenanigans? Something spicy during the block party? Open to everything! Also open to him rescuing anyone who needs it.]

wild nights

[pinkfox]

[ there is a very pink fox besides him, curious to try the drinks in this place. Nazuna is not a drinker at all (since back home she'd be considered underage, 18 is still too young), but here it doesn't seem to be a problem.

Plus she is parched. So she asks for a pretty blue drink to try it out, smiling sheepishly at the bartender so he won't ask her for payment (and lucky her, this one is on him). Before she has the chance to taste, she hears Chuuya, looking back at him while the fox ears on top of her head twitch ]

Oh, this isn't normal? [ she is a new arrival - and she sort of assume they celebrated like this from time to time ]

Lulu The Fae Sorceress | League Of Legends

[cuddly_incoming]

Wild Nights

Lulu was already fairly eccentric normally, but the continued exposure to the aphro-incense and consumption of the uki snacks had her truly wildin' out. She could be found dancing on tables, singing random songs, comforting patrons and dissappearing into various hotel rooms accompanied by random people almost every night. Where you one of them?

Welcome to hell

Due to her previous actions the nights before, it was hard to place wether Lulu truly was being influenced once she woke up from the kidnapping and was now serving as a hostess in one of the unfamiliar bars and taking orders almost immediately. Now those who had gotten to know her know that while she's a bit wild, this servitude side was not like her at all and at times it looked like she was trying to fight the commands but eventually failed and continued being subservient. Will this end?

Wild Card

Have something you want to try together during this event? I'm down for it!

Kuro | Servamp

[neetvampire]

Wild Week
[Kuro's enjoying the street festival, all told. The crowds weren't his favorite, but fact that it was held at night meant there was no concern that he'd be stepped on. Plus, the free food and drink more than made it worth it.

But as it gets late (and after a few uki snacks), Kuro is eager to find somewhere to relax.

He stares up at the 'love hotel' sign, quirking a brow.]

Aren't these those themed places...?

[Who wants to check out the various rooms with him.]

Welcome to Hell | Dubcon, hypnosis, noncon potential
[It's hard to think much at all. Kuro's not entirely sure he's capable of minding, either.

He isn't entirely sure when he got where he is, let alone where he is to begin with. The lights are dim and the air is thick with... something sweet smelling, but he can't quite place it, any questions he has fading away just as quickly as they come.

Sometimes a customer approaches, and Kuro finds himself pulled into a lap or in someone's arms, sweet as a kitten as their hands wander, voice soft and eager to please, feline ears and tail only adding to the image. The silky kimono he's wearing barely clings to his shoulders, showing off skin so pale it's as if it's never seen sunlight.

And sometimes a man behind the bar gently directs him to customers, and then Kuro's sliding up to someone, leaning against an arm or even crawling into someone's lap. Maybe it's a customer they've noticed isn't engaging, suspicious in their own way, and Kuro's here to make their visit more enjoyable. Maybe it's another kindnappee--another worker--and someone had requested double the entertainment, for the night.

It's fine. It's fine. This is supposed to happen, right?]

Convalescence | hurt/comfort, cuddles, soft stuff
[He wants to sleep.

He'd been brought to the hospital, but he wasn't particularly injured. It was strange to have bruises that lingered, but there was nothing that could kill him-- not that it could have in the first place, he thinks... Maybe. He didn't understand the tattoos they'd been given very well, and hadn't been paying any particular attention. Mostly he's annoyed he can't seem to transform.

Instead he's more focused on curling into the blankets of his bed, ignoring everyone around him in favor of letting himself slip in and out of a doze. There's been suggestions people who were rescued to speak to a therapist or psychiatrist, but Kuro's having none of it. He'll be fine.

He just needs more sleep.]

Therapy cat... kind of

[A few days later the NRL is finally figuring out those tricky tattoos, and Kuro's finally, finally able to be as little and fluffy as he often prefers to be when he's feeling this crappy.

That being said, he's better off than some people: A lot of others are injured and stuck in bed or still reeling from what happened, and Kuro... well, he was better at absorbing these things than most (or at least, it's a very pleasant lie he likes to tell himself).

So occasionally, those still stuck waiting for their tattoos to be disabled or too injured to leave the hospital might find a tiny black cat pattering up to them or hopping into their bed, offering a 'mew' of greeting. Hi. Need some cute and fuzzy company?]

Wildcard
[Open to pretty much anything. For the host club, ideally M/M only for risque things. Open to dubcon and noncon for that setting, as well! feel free to plot with me here or on Discord!]

HELL cw: So much dubcon, hypnosis

[sweetsleuth]

[Kuro's not the only cat here, though Ranpo is only 50% authentic. The tail is permanent, but seeing as his cat ears only come out when he's with someone he feels close to, they won't be making an appearance tonight. Instead, he has a pair of fake ones clipped into his hair, while wearing a similarly loose and silky kimono.]

[But that leaves very little space for Ranpo to grab onto when Kuro climbs into his lap, as their client giggles and coos over the two cat boys he's purchased for the night. While everything about this place was suspicious, most of the customers had no idea. And so, when Kuro climbs up into Ranpo's lap, the man runs his hand through Kuro's hair, trailing it down his back and then down along his tail.]

["You two are perfect-- look how cute you are! How about I watch you two play together, yeah? I got a big thing for cats."]

[For his part, Ranpo can't really think. This person in front of him is... his co-worker, right? That makes sense. Which is why his hands rest on his hips, nails dragging against his skin through the thin fabric of his kimono. They need to be good for their customer and put on a good show. And that means they both need to feel good, right?]

[For some reason, this doesn't feel good. But maybe it'll start to feel better if they start doing more?]

Here, kitty kitty kitty...

Sunny (and Shade) ☀️OC 🌙 OTA

[dayific]

i. having fun in the sun (cw: alcohol and drug use)

[ Sunny never met a party she didn't like! Though, to be honest, she hasn't been to as many parties as one might think she would have, being as old as she is. Spending the majority of your time up in the sky will do that to a person. But, when she does pop down to Earth (or Gaia, in this case), she likes to have a good time.

So, she's out and about at the party, dancing and mingling and having a grand old time. At one point, she decides to give the drinking contest a go, and she actually lasts longer than someone of her size and stature normally would, given that her sunlight-filled insides are basically burning off all the alcohol as soon as she consumes it. She doesn't even get a buzz. The snacks laced with uki have a bit more of an effect, making her feel a little light headed and woozy, unable to quite speak clearly or walk in a straight line. ]

ii. can't be found underground (cw: injury)

[ In her uki-induced stupor, Sunny is an easy target for the kidnappers, though she does attempt to put up a fight, kicking and screaming and burning whoever she can get her hands on. That's all stopped once someone manages to stick a knife in her gut and get the tattoo on her, weakening her enough to knock her out for transport.

She wakes up in complete darkness, the only light being the sunlight shining out of the open stab wound on her stomach. She's torn between pressing a hand over it to stop herself from essentially bleeding out, and keeping the wound open so she can see. She never did do very well in the dark. ]

Hello...? I-is there anyone there?

[ Her voice is weak, scared. She doesn't know where she is, how she got there, or how to get out. ]

iii. the might of the night (replies will come from moonotheistic)

[ It doesn't take long for Shade to realize that something has gone wrong at the party. She'd stayed home simply because she was a loner who didn't enjoy grand spectacle, but she knew as the night stretched on without a text or a call from Sunny, that something dreadful had happened to her sister. Knowing this, there was no way Shade could sit still and not try to do something about it.

She makes her way to the site of the party, which is eerily deserted now that everyone has been stolen away. Shade hurriedly weaves through the small, disoriented crowd that's left, calling her sister's name. ]

Sunny? Sunny?? Sunny, where are you? [ She stops every person she passes, getting more and more frantic as time goes on. ] Excuse me, have you seen my sister? Short, blonde hair, always smiling? I have to find her...

iv. it's not hard to wildcard

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iii

[getcloser]

[Jotaro is there with the Hanzaki Clan, though he would have come by here regardless. Hearing that people were going missing wasn't any of his business - but not even he could ignore it when the numbers started to climb. And maybe, just maybe he was a little worried that someone he knew had been caught up in it, but you wouldn't know it from his expression.

He's listening to two of the samurai talking about what information they have when he hears Shade. Or rather, Star Platinum - on high alert, given the circumstances - manifests and taps Jotaro on the shoulder, drawing his attention towards her.

Excusing himself, Jotaro catches Shade as she's making their way past them, reaching out to touch her shoulder to get her attention]

Shade? [he frowns down at her] I haven't seen her. Was she at the party?

South Italy/Romano | Hetalia (wild week only prompts)

[pomodorato]

drinking

[ Drinking himself into a stupor isn't really Romano's thing. It's England's. Don't get him wrong though, he loves wine and he's not going to say no to a contest like this, because he's an insecure asshole and he would like money.

Unfortunately the free drinks provided for the contest are not Good wine and Romano most definitely didn't win. You probably did't win either, or maybe you did, either way, you're sitting with this guy and he actually seems to be in a good mood despite his loss.

Well, jeez, it's kind of a miracle that he seems to be a in a remotedly good mood at all. He's smiling and talking animatedly and drunkenly at any rate - even if half of it is to diss the alcohol on offer. ]

Fuck- This stuff tastes like shit. Not like the stuff we're serving at my place.

I'm gonna open a restaurant in every city here! No, fuck that- Every neighbourhood! I'm goin' to be so damn rich and I'll get a beautiful lady as my personal assistant.

aphrodisiacs

[ These love hotels of Japan's are Weird. Not that Romano is being nosy and checking one out for any kind of reason. He just happens to be walking by - No, really. He's just trying to find his way back from that bar.

Of course, he has literally no idea that overly sweet incense smell being pumped out onto the street around him right now is having some kind of effect on him. First he reacts to the stink, side effects come later. ]

The hell is that smell?

uki

[ Romano's complete distrust of any food that isn't Italian is still alive and well. Even more so in a place where the food can actually do really weird things to you. A whole lot more than a disgusting German potato dish or some very bad English cooking can do to you. That was the last time he was going to start turning into a dog, damnit!

Perhaps you've just offered to pass Romano one of the uki-laced snacks or you're just in the general vicinity of someone else who is - either way, he's got a look on his face as though he's just been offered pure rubbish from the nearest bin... But then when isn't that his default expression? ]

Are we really eating this shit?

[ But he's also stupid. And hungry. Nobody around him has dropped dead at least. ]

wildcard
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aphro-edibles

[amant]

[ His inevitable kidnapping is the closest thing he'll get to being sent to horny jail and from the way his prowling eyes stop on Romano, it'll have been well-deserved. The sweet scents being pumped into the streets have been plaguing him in various ways all evening, and while he's ... uh, done a few things of the questionable variety, his appetite doesn't seem to have been satiated quite yet. Worse, it's leading him to approaching the nation currently eying the edibles.

Funny, he's actually pretty hungry too. He offers a little wave and a charming smile as he approaches, not immediately wishing to be chased off. ]

They're quite cute. I'm thinking of trying some myself.

[ Because nobody's dropped dead yet, but he's seen a few very happy. He takes two, expression unreadable, and then pops them into his mouth. Nothing happens. Have a shrug, Romano. They're ...safe. For roughly 10 minutes of small-talk. ]

lithuania ▶ hetalia

[sakotis]

— DRINKING CONTEST

❰ against his better judgement, lithuania has been coerced to go out during this massive party. flashing back to a couple months prior, he knows where things like this lead...debauchery, public displays of carnal desire. subconsciously he's removed himself from the involvement; like he wasn't also in the mix. but simultaneously, there's a niggling anxiety that some trigger is going to make it harder to resist whatever festivities occur, regardless of how extreme.

for now, though, it just seems like a normal festival — normal by jikan standards, anyway. food, drink, people. but he's still on guard. that is how the orgy started, after all.

it's why he totally avoids anything being handed out for free with no strings attached. free drinks? pass! free baked goods being passed around? no thanks! the only reason he's content to sit at the bar holding the drinking contest is that they're actually charging for liquor. he would love to indulge in free drinks, being cheap, but that's so much more suspicious. and if he happens to get aphro'd by something he pays for, he'll have more right to be angry.

he puts a couple coins down, ordering a japanese whiskey. it appears quickly; there's nothing hard about making a whiskey straight. lithuania finishes it quickly, initially grimacing — asian whiskey versus european whiskey, it's sure something — but eventually settles into the flavor. it's a quick heel-turn. ❱

Set me up for five. ❰ and a pile of coins are deposited on the table. to outside eyes, that might signify a lush, but that's basically a drop in the bucket for an eastern european immortal. ❱

— LOVE HOTEL (POST-CONTEST)

❰ it hadn't been lithuania's intention to get drunk, especially this wasted, and involve himself in a drinking competition. seeing north italy, though, he couldn't help but try and one up that little мудак. and yet that italian has bested him again, and lithuania wakes up after a short nap in a room with a large bed, a shunga image on the wall behind and a huge mirror on the opposite wall. ew.

not wanting to be in a love hotel longer than he has to be, he's out of the room and onto the street in a flash. the thought occurs in his well-soaked brain that he has a car somewhere, and while he's not one for breaking the law...the streets are simple enough, and the vehicle not so complex that he can't make it home.

but keys...where are those?

which leaves lithuania standing outside of a love hotel, hair disheveled and expression dazed, patting every inch of his body like he might find a mysteriously appeared pocket where they'll be. ❱

— JIGOKU

THREADS MAY REFERENCE PTSD, DARKER TOPICS
❰ it's his fault for leaving his house. it's his fault for pushing himself out of his comfort zone enough to drink more than he's used to, and it's his fault for not being able to resist whatever magic made him so compliant that he wound up here.

realistically, lithuania has been in worse situations. but being restrained, detained, robbed of autonomy and freedom...he can't lie and say it hasn't been a fear in the back of his mind. he still didn't expect to be reminded of previous circumstances so soon.

and to top it off, he can't remember the last time he felt physical pain like this. lithuania worried a bone might be protruding, or at least have broken through muscle and mat with how sore his upper left arm is. he discovered it was just a bruise; he hadn't been in any position to remove his shirt, so instead tugged at the sleeve of his dress shirt until it tore at the seam. he was instead greeted with a very deep bruise, which wasn't as shocking or anxiety-inducing as the two circling bands he found below it.

lithuania would much rather look at his bruise and blood pooling under the skin than the tattoo, yet another ugly symbol of ownership. he ties the discarded sleeve around the blight.

there's no use sitting around — with his good hand, lithuania braces himself against the wall of the tube, slowly sliding his palm over the surface. it's unlikely there's some entrance magically available, but even finding a tight seam is something.

unfortunately, it puts him in a good position to bump awkwardly into other captives. his eyesight is good, but not when he's blankly staring into an inky void. ❱

Jigoku!

[steponme]

--careful!

[A hand reaches out and rests gently on the shoulder of Lithuania's uninjured arm.]

You're about to trip on... something.

[Everything else aside, this was perhaps the best place for Shell to wind up. After all, as a vampire, he can see perfectly in the dark. Which means he can see all the mysteriously charred bones scattered around their prison. Which is something he decides rather quickly that no one what needs to know exists.]

[Of course, he's not uninjured either. But his pain tolerance made it easy to ignore the throbbing in his side, his jacket tied tightly around his waist in some attempt to still the bleeding.]

There's a lot of debris on the floor here. You should be careful where you step.

Dionysus | Hades

[vapelife]

1 | A Wild Week

[The god of feasts is easily lured in by a party. Celebrations are a natural attraction to the god of wine; small and large, open to the public or not, Dionysus always seems to find a way into them. A drinking contest is just the right kind of merriment for him.

Also, he’s certain it’s easy money.

The god sits at the competition table, his eyes squinted as he was already clearly high on uki, but it doesn’t seem to be a major deterrent from the contest for him. He looks over at his companion, his smile wide.]

A little friendly competition never hurts, yeah? Good luck, man!

[He’s going to crush them.]

2 | Host Club Horror | cw: dubcon, drugging, mental instability, vague mention of vore (which could be more graphic depending on the thread)

[He can't think. Dionysus can remember someone covering his eyes and then-- 

The wild god of the vine hasn't felt this way in a long time; he can't think, he can't focus, but he knows he's somewhere he hasn't been before. Everyone is so nice, and the air is filled with the sweet smell of uki, but there's something terribly wrong with his body. The horrible feeling of dysphoria has his addled brain deep in its grips.

The god caught a glimpse of himself at some point. With the grape vines withered in his hair, they'd been painfully pulled free and his curls instead were done up in elaborate braids with beads and flowers. His slender neck is adorned with a golden cuff, like a big collar, with a loop where a chain or leash could be connected, and more elaborate jewelry hangs around his neck, draping over his bare chest. Gone was the powerful, muscular form he'd taken on; instead, returned was the dainty, feminine body he'd had when he walked the mortal plane in his youth.

Sometimes he's approached by people, entranced by his beauty. Some figure out that he's eager to please when the reward is a bit of drink, and many are more than happy to provide him with drink. It's difficult for him to remember and keep track of the people who have requested his time. Sometimes Dionysus can be caught sitting with a customer, or perhaps just taking a light nap between clients, dozing idly on a couch.

Or someone may be unlucky enough to walk in on something a little more dark. The whispers and delusions plaguing the god catch up with him, and one client likes it a little too rough, drawing the savage god out of him. Even weakened as he is, the savage god brings a swift death to the client with teeth and bare hands.]

3 | Welcome to Hell | cw: traumatic injury, gore

[Dionysus’ instability has proven to be problematic for the Puppeteers. It’s a bit too much for them to want to deal with; they need hostages and patrons alive, and after encountering the god’s bloodthirst, it was fairly clear that more extreme measures are needed.

It's a long fall-- Dionysus catches the side of the tube in a way that sends his feet over his head, and he tumbles through it noisily before it spills him out into open air. He's not prepared to suddenly feel nothing beneath him, but the ground comes quickly.

The wild god hits the ground with a loud crash, the sudden shock of intense pain making him cry out loud enough to echo in the tunnel.

It's agony, and for a moment the god can't even lift his head, lying where he'd fallen on a pile of bones. When he finally lifts his head, his hands tremble as he raises them, reflexively grabbing at the source of pain and pulling them back slicked with gold. Blinking, he looks down at the bone sticking through his torso.]

4 | Fight for Freedom | cw: traumatic injury, mental instability, gore

[With no clear indication of a night cycle, it's easy to lose track of how much time has passed since Dionysus was thrown down into the dark maze, but he does know he's been moved a few times. It's even easier still for him to spend his time in this newest area curled up in a sticky puddle of his own ichor drying on the floor, ignoring the uneasy shift of other refugees around him.

The pain of his injury spreads through him like a poison, the weakened god festering in his hatred and fear about what's been done to him.

His mind's been playing tricks on him, making him think he sees someone or hears someone familiar, a shadow there, a whispered 'Bacchus!' sharp enough in his ear to make him flinch. Dionysus can see in the dark, but he chooses to keep a curtain of curly hair over his face, obscuring his vision.

If approached, the god wasn't guaranteed to react pleasantly.]

Wildcard

[ooc: Feel free to wildcard any of these prompts if you have a different idea on how to approach it-- these can be taken as loose setting ideas, especially Jigoku and the Host Club.]

rescue time; cw for some more violence and gore yall

[doommate]

[Ares is not a god of mercy, and the moment it becomes clear to him that Dionysus may be trapped below, he is ruthless in his search to find his lost sibling. It starts off as a group - until their party makes it past the cloaking magic barriers. Once the weak presence of the wine god hits his senses, the manslaughterer loses interest in any polite airs with others. His new plan is to rain a bloody warpath down on the winding tunnels of Jigoku.

The clash outside their particular cell did not last long. The blows landed like the peaks of Pangaion crushing the river Peneios. Loud, thundering, and terrifying. The masonry rattles in place, releasing shoals of dust from the cracks. Tremors rock the ground until, at last, a stone wall bursts open into debris as if it were made of fragile clay.

A solid piece of a youkai's body flies inside with a wet crunch, so thoroughly torn apart as to be unrecognizable as one of the guarding puppeteers. The only concern of Ares was to restrain his destruction just enough to avoid collapsing the roof ontop of them all.

The tunnel outside becomes deathly silent, the god stepping into the cell crowned by a baleful red glow. He was in full armor, the pristine white and gold smeared with plentiful, dripping streaks of blood. Behind him were flames and scars of magic criss-crossing the walls. The attack had been complete overkill, but it still was not enough.

No amount of suffering inflicted on the guards could quell the rage at seeing the dimished form of Dionysus left at the bottom of this pit. For a moment, all he can do is stare, fingers clenched tightly around his blades. He soon wills himself to kneel, withdraw his weapons, and gingerly touch the slender, wounded body of his brother.]

My dear Dionysus...

[Was he awake?]

Grell Sutcliff | Kuroshitsuji | OTA

[brightred]

aphro+uki+love hotel party time
Well? [She asks, lacing her arm through a stranger's with a flashing smile.]

Aren't you curious? [That has to be the reason why they're both standing outside of a love hotel, heady incense filling the air around them. Curiosity, the risk of the unknown.]

Let's go in together~

welcome to hell
[One moment she's struggling uselessly against the sudden stop of time itself, the next she's on her hands and knees in the dark, pain lancing through her from a broken leg, from other injuries she isn't bothering to catalog right now. She struggles to her feet anyway, bracing herself against the wall.]

All right! Who else is here? [And why can't she see them? And why does she feel so weak?]

a messy victory
[It's been almost a week of filth and pain, and finally, something changes. Not for the better, not at first. She stumbles forward, her body not caring about the pain from her injuries (there's a makeshift splint on her right thigh, made of... a human bone, and a few scraps of fabric). And then... oh, that's the goal.]

Damnit! Don't you dare mess up my face! [Are there better things to yell when you're being forced to fight someone? Probably. Is that the most important thing in Grell's mind right now? Yeah.]

aftermath
[Healing magic isn't working, and Grell's own accelerated healing is apparently not back online yet, which means she's flat on her back in a hospital bed with a broken femur, extremely grumpy. Sorry if you're in the bed next to her, she'll be complaining loudly any time she's mildly uncomfortable.]

wildcard
[[ooc: hit me up on plurk or discord if you want something in particular! or just go wild!]]

I'm freestylin tbh

[holeful]

[To say he wasn't worried at all wouldn't be accurate. But between having the GPS Spouse Ring (TM) and the assistance of a cool detective and furious god, Fukuda was pretty confident in his ability to rescue his wife!!]

There arrival is probably heralded by some sort of Violence Sounds, but it's not until it's completely subsided that Fukuda trots into view of the cell, absolutely covered in blood, drill in hand, ring emitting that Spouse Locating Light, and looking frankly in irresponsibly high spirits as he ducks down to drill an oncoming attacker in the leg before he spots Grell. He puffs up, clearly having practiced for this before.]

My lady! Your blood-stained Romeo has traveled through the depths of hell for you!
[TAIL WAGGING. HE IS SO COOL RIGHT NOW. TELL HIM HE'S COOL, GRELL!!]

North Italy/Venezia | Hetalia

[ciao]

DRINKING CONTEST
[ How much of Italy's life is just eat, drink and be merry? It's no secret that this southern nation takes any opportunity to drink. But a contest? Why not? There was the little moral dilemma if it was fair to enter given that he could handle more alcohol than a mortal, but he certainly can't handle more than a certain Greek god. ]

Ciao, ciao~! Doesn't this seem ike fun?

Let's cheer each other on and have a good time!

[ Who wants a drunk jovial Italian? He's very affectionate for always. ]

APHRO-INCENSE AND UKI DAYZ
[ Checking out further festivities it was difficult to avoid that sweet smoke filling the air, and when there's the offering of nice little local treats who is Italy to say no?

Indulgent as always he had a good go at those scooby snacks.

But now, now Italy is creeping up behind someone who is either familiar or who he thinks is familiar. With calico cat ears at the ready and the dance of that fluffy tail to boot he pounces and hugs onto the victim with a laugh. ]

Gotcha!

WILDCARD
[ Wanna do something but it's not listed here or want to do a combo? I'm open to anything and everything, just toss something my way. We can just have general fun, nsfw, etc.

For nsfw I'm open to anything listed or not listed here so long as it doesn't fall under a no, dubcon is also welcome as well. If you're still unsure about something you're free to hit me up on disco at itachuu#2454 or itachuu ]

aphro/uki nonsense - also, i am so sorry

[propertosser]

[ England is here and he got completely and totally and embarrassingly defeated in the drinking contest earlier. He's a terrible drunk anyway but the bitter taste of defeat along with the bitter taste of whatever the fuck he was just downing like tonight is his last night on earth(?) or something has him hunched over the table like he really is going to die.

The lights are so bright. It smells really sweet in here and someone gave him a weird bar snack that made him feel all woozy inside.

Then someone's hugging him, pouncing on him truth be told. Unprompted touching of an Englishman?? Scandalous. He hiccups as he looks up at the culprit. ]

Oh. Italy. You're here.

[ Slow blinking. Staring. So much staring. ]

And you're a cat.

What'samatter? Want a snog or something?

[ HE IS R E A L L Y DRUNK. ]

shore ▶ original character ▶ ota

[divinate]

— these city streets

A
❰ the world she previously found herself in, shore felt was fascinating. once above ground, it was a like she was reborn and given the chance to live a wonderful adventure. being in another world? she shoves back some trepidation about the potential to be sucked somewhere else — perhaps this is a physical version of her previous universe-hopping visions — but otherwise, it's an even more mind-boggling journey she's been plunked into. has she seen worlds like this before? yes. has she ever thought she could be part of them (or even any other world)? no.

one of the most overwhelming things about life out of water is that everything smells. not bad, not good — she has no idea how to truly sort these things yet — just...smelly. that's especially true of this party she's in attendance of. there's such a strong scent, it's physically floating through the air. every once in a while she walks through a smoke trail or even a thick cloud and it's like every hair on her body stands up — another amazing feeling, so rarely felt thus far! ❱

Do you smell that? ❰ it's said mainly just to the air, but the excitement of it all encourages her to run (basically spring) through a trail of incense smoke to get the full effect. ❱ It's so much...you can taste smells! This one, anyway!

B CW: APHRO-INCENSE EFFECTS
❰ truthfully, she'd already explored basically every inch of her body within hours of being on dry land, and she knows about sex, mating. copulation. whatever the purpose might serve. she's seen it in so many visions, but her eyes aren't virginal either. whales have dicks. all of this previous experience clues her into the fact that her body is starting to feel a mating urge. she can feel it, between her legs, a very harsh twitching and pulsating feeling.

and while she already has basically no filter or concept of decency, this smell has dulled whatever sensibilities she does have. which is why once she identifies the urge she's feeling, she approaches the person she comes across first, with a very simple question and narrowed eyes: ❱

Do you have genitals?

— drinking contest

❰ currently, shore is drinking like a fish.

in all seriousness, consumption is one of her favourite pastimes. she finds it exceptionally fascinating that you can taste so many things, injest basically anything and then find out what the consequences may be. she's been drinking and eating like a human for a week — cut the woman some slack.

but despite shore being a fish out of water, she's not naive to what alcohol does and the consequences of it. she's seen many a drunken brawl and party in her mind's eye, and is mostly guzzling drinks like their water because she's so insanely curious about how it must feel to be piss ass drunk.

it doesn't help that a few bar patrons, who are past the point of sobriety and have given up on their own drinking contest prize, and funneling the petite woman free drink after free drink. she's running up and down the bar, chatty, before heading over to take them up on offerings — right now, they think it's hilarious to watch her pick up shots with her mouth and toss them back, handless.

it's basically the only thing keeping her seated at the moment: shore has five shot glasses in front of her that still contain liquid — oops, now four. there's now another empty glass on the bar, placed back down with a complete lack of elegance. ❱

Liquid can burn! Isn't that crazy? ❰ her throat is on fire, but that doesn't stop her from holding her long blond hair back for the next one. ❱

— hostessing

CW: DUBCON
❰ this isn't the first time she's experienced the loss of autonomy — the first would be when she was initially found, corralled into a strangers house, dressed and fed. it was an overall pleasant experience, even if it was surreal and so, so quick. this time, things aren't so positive. it's forceful, and it leaves a dull buzz in the pit of her stomach. her new body's version of an instinct, finally kicking in. and yet it's all taken away so quickly. a sweet smell fills her nose, and it feels like it penetrates even further than her nostrils. it fills her brain, her stomach, even lower. tingling, soft, safe and comforting.

everything is very, very dulled.

and yet it doesn't really seem like it matters much. she's instructed to put on a very loose dress, small but lacking in shape where the neckline is concerned. she wears it, not at all complaining about how even the slightest tilt downward reveals her entire chest. clothes are clothes, after all — and hostessing was the first job she tried when she arrived. none of this would have required coercion in the first place, given the right goading.

the only real difference shore exhibits is the limpness in her movements. it actually makes her come off as more sultry, less giddy and juvenile. which is part of her problem of appeal — being new to this type of world makes a grown woman seem like an infant.

there's someone she's entertaining currently — maybe you? — who has her totally enraptured. shore finds people so interesting anyway, but this fog makes everything feel so much more enthralling. a longer finger traces the length of their shoulders. she's so close, touching, and a slight shift causes her neckline to slink to the right slightly enough that any more centimeters and her nipple will expose itself. ❱

Is this all you want to do today? ❰ the haze of aphro gives her voice a more husky quality, and slows down her usually-excited speech. shore is a woman of action. ❱ Just talking?

- drinking contest

[devilarmed]

[ While the weekly stipend and the free housing was pretty generous by itself, he'd long since learned it was good to have a little pocket change on him for emergencies. Sort of like a rainy day fund, except with a ¥100,000 worth of funds. A drinking contest was a thing that, while he hadn't actually participated in one before, was something that he was fairly confident he could win.

Not because he had any particular experience with boozing it up on the regular (which he did, but it was usually communion wine and not... whatever this was), but because he wasn't exactly human. And apparently, neither was the petite woman that was scurrying around the bar, swallowing down drinks like she were a player in a hungry hungry hippo game.

Honestly, he's not sure where exactly the rules for the game are, or if anyone's even keeping track; but if he had to guess he would imagine his main opponent would be the perky blonde woman who was currently plopped down in a seat at the bar smelling very strongly of alcohol and - yeah, she's pulling her hair away to throw back another one. Holy fuck. ]

Yeah, yeah, it burns. You might wanna slow down there before you end up more flammable than an oil wick. [ His demonic right hand grips the small glass, throwing it back before he sets it down with a face and taps the counter for a refill. While he's not as fast as the blonde beside him is, he's still chugging along at his own pace. It tastes awful. ]

Try and leave some for the rest of us, yeah? You're gonna make me look bad.