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  @aventurine
29 / male / bisexual / ace of hearts  

   

     

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My Self-Summary

Your humble servant Aventurine at your service.

A senior manager of the IPC's Strategic Investment Department, though I suppose that might as well be on pause. Right now, I'm a senior manager at Phoenix Casino, instead - why don't you stop by sometime during the evening, and you might as well be met with a bunny surprise.

    My Future Plans

Meet new people, form new bonds, and have fun. Isn't that what everyone comes to casino-resort for?

    My Talents

Glad you asked! Though I'm not sure how much it counts for a talent, I have quite the impressive luck. No matter the gamble, the danger, the puzzle ahead of me - if I bet it all on my "luck", then I know I'll come out of it the winner.

Though if you want actual talents, then you will have to get to know me and find out yourself.

    Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I haven't yet read all the books in the universe, or watched all the movies, or listened to all the songs, or eaten all the food... So it's hard to say I have a proper favorite, isn't it?

      My Ideal Partner

Are we finally addressing the elephant in the room? Let's see...

Someone kind, interesting, intelligent, who enjoys a good conversation. Is that too broad? Then perhaps I'm just that easy to charm, haha!

   

Height 5'5 / 165cm   Body Type slender   Smokes flexible   Drinks socially   Drugs flexible   Sign Taurus     Education NONE     Occupation non-performing asset liquidation specialist     Income wealthy     Children none     Pets in what sense of the word?     Hobbies gambling

             

   

 

 

 

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    01. WINE OR BEER

I find wine suits my palate better, but I won't turn down the offer for beer if you'd like.

    .02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

No real preference. If they're both meant to entertain, isn't the one who makes me laugh the better one?

    .03 SHOWER OR BATH

A friend of mine would stand by a quality bath time, and after spending so much time with him, I've got to say the same!

    .04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Between a group of people known for freedom and rule-breaking, and those bound to loyalty... Is this a question about which I find more interesting, which I would want to be, or which of these sentiments I relate to the most?

    .05 TITS OR ASS

Does it really matter, if both have their own appeal? Or rather, perhaps I should say it truly depends on the person.

    .06 COFFEE OR TEA

A proper morning starts with a good cup of coffee. It's essential to any corporation worker like me.

    .07 SPICY OR SWEET

Though both have their appeals, sweets are easier on my tongue. Perhaps it's hard to let go of my inner child? Haha!

    .08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Most of my childhood was spent under the scalding hot sun of the desert, and though I'm quite used to it, I can't help but enjoy the comforting cold of winter nights the most. Besides, sharing a warm blanket with someone isn't so bad of a way to spend a winter day, is it?

      .09 LEATHER OR LACE

Each kind of fabric has a time and a place to belong. Leather for something more formal, perhaps even casual. Lace, for a more intimate encounter. But both do suit me, don't you think?

    10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Am I on top, am I on the bottom? Those things are necessary to know for a proper answer. Whether you want me to be nice or not, whether you want to be nice or not... Knowing your partner's preferences is what matters the most, isn't it?

         

   

Personality Type
ESTJ-A

   

   

 

ENERGY

61%

EXTRAVERTED

 

MIND

57%

OBSERVANT

 

NATURE

75%

THINKING

 

TACTICS

65%

JUDGING

 

IDENTITY

54%

ASSERTIVE

 

 

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Comments

@conspecifics (this will definitely turn 🔞...)

[waged]

[ from here... ]

( kirma is lucky he likes playing games, because in spite of the picture, aventurine still has no idea what rank he actually is, and what floor he should go to - but he'll make this a gamble in itself. would he waste his time, or guess correctly?

he spends enough time analyzing the blurry picture to make a bet with himself.

eights and nines; one or the other, because it doesn't seem quite fancy enough to be proper royalty. lo and behold, he spots one little puppy in the distance, in front of one of the rooms. the satisfaction of being correct is flimsy in the grand scheme of things, and aventurine walks closer, hand in pocket and all. )

A nine is quite good. Almost makes me miss the first time I've walked into a room just as luxurious. It's a satisfying and powerful feeling, isn't it? ( so easy to be drowned in it, too :) ) Will you show me around?

woof woof

[conspecifics]

Is it?

( while kirma’s voice is dry, bordering on sarcastic, but the sight of aventurine does get his tail wagging. eagerness. if he realizes that’s happening behind him, nothing in his face reflects it.

he’s just enough of a gentleman to hold the door open for his guest. the interior of the suite is... underwhelming, for anyone expecting much of a personal touch. such intricacies of the watch are a bit beyond him, after all. this means that just about everything could be considered golden peacock default, in terms of decor and palette. much of the gaudier things are unused; the only immediate indicators that someone might be living here are signs of use in the kitchenette and the fact that the bathroom doorknob is laying on the carpet in front of a closed door. a beaded curtain— golden, what else?— blocks the rest of the suite from view.

for totally unrelated reasons: hope aventurine has been enjoying his confessional-acquired flea rabies. )

You call it satisfying, but isn’t it a bit...

( you know. gesture. (he has no idea how predictable this response of his was.) but— neither is he complaining. any roof is better than none. )

But it sounds like this is more what you’re used to. ( 🤔... )

@edelstein | text

[erbe]

[He receives the measurements in a very clinical fashion. Her frame is petite, she only reaches 159cm tall, and while her chest is modest it's clear from the numbers that her curves rest mostly at her hips, ass and thighs.]

I'm a night owl so I prefer my dinners later in the evening. How does 9pm sound?

[waged]

( at least he can tell why she likes showing off her legs, but he still replies the measurements with a 💚 to be nice. )

That's fine with me. You're an eight of clubs, yes? The gift should be by your door at some point tomorrow night.
What about the day? I'll be happy to make room in my schedule for you.

you know his username whatever, text

[conspecifics]

It seems the house is slow in dispensing rewards. What do you want with this?

( read: an ic excuse for ooc backtagging time. technically those threads aren’t done yet but like, whatever, it can just be another ic wait. more importantly… though he waffles over whether to say anything, in the end there’s a second message: )

I also have a question for you.

hi cutie

[waged]

I have a friend who deserves better accommodations. ( surprisingly true statement, but he also leaves it at that.

as for the second message: ) Are you finally taking an interest in me? You don't tend to ask me much at all. What is it?

un: meltokiho

[luxuriant]

ITS SUMMER 🌞 TIME ⏰ MY LITTLE 🍆 COCKATOOS!!😩😩😩 and you know 👌🏽 what that means 😉 its time to get hot 😩 and sweaty OWL 🦉 day long. 🌞😩 so pull out your peaCOCKS 🦚 and get ready for this sCUMmer 🍆 fun!!! 🏖️ From 6️⃣ in the morning 💯 to 9️⃣ at night 💯 you can 🎉 expect the sun to 😉FUCK😍 your skin up 👊🏾 DON'T GET DUCKED!!! 🦆 Put on your CUMblock 💦 and your SLUTTIEST 👒hat🎩 because the sun 🌞 rays will BLOW 🌪 you away 😗💨 Look out for STEAMING 💦😫 CUMMIES in the sun 🌞 DADDY'S 😩 day was yesterday, today is for you 😩😩 Go out and tan ur fat ass 🍑🍑🍑 while you peliCAN 🦢 and get ready to 🐦 SWALLOW not spit 😉!!! Send this to🖐🏾ten🖐🏾 of your HOTTEST 🙌 CHICKS AND COCKS 🐤 If you get 0️⃣ back then ur a cold ❄️🌨❄️ ass HAWKward 🐦 SNOWMAN ⛄️ If u get 5️⃣ back then u a WARM 😫 spring day but ☝🏽️ If u get 1️⃣0️⃣ back then u get 💦 ALL 💦 CUMMIES 💦 Enjoy ur summer HOTTIE ☺️🙏🏽

[waged]

( z man................. )

Rise and grind, as they say, huh.
How many away from 10 are you? That's what you want, right?
All the

( squints )

cummies?

thank god someone else posted in here. (text, a lil forward dated, like tuesday maybe)

[conspecifics]

( he’s tried looking for aventurine by now, of course. the beach is a broad expanse, but where else is there to go? whenever kirma thinks he might have spotted him, that they might have seen each other, something in the moment keeps him from chasing that sight. by the time it passes, when he finally gets the chance to go— the man he’s looking for is gone, every time.

which is why, a few days in, he sends him a(nother) picture. IMG_112.PNG is a shot of the simulated sun rising over the waves, gentle rays shining across the sand. a few of the casino’s earliest birds can be distantly seen towards the water’s edge, playing in the surf, and there’s a sandy paw just barely caught in the corner of the frame. unlike his usual photography attempts, it’s mostly in focus? he… practiced. the outtakes are much blurrier. )

Does the place you’re from have sights like this? In our home the water was cold enough to kill you no matter the season.

( a pause. he considers explaining the r*mo connotations in sending this specific picture, but decides against it. (thank god.) )

Even if it isnt real it’s nice to think that. Something like this could exist.

( it's an unforgettable memory. )

happy day 16. or day 18 for when this takes place ig

[waged]

( another text, that aventurine reads but finds himself unable to reply. the reason is still lost on him, eighteen days in. or maybe he knows the actual reason why he always does this, the weird game of pulling in then pushing away. blessed in a curse, with blood on his hands. if he can avoid adding kirma's to the eleven thousand plus different blood stained red on his body, then he will.

this time, though, it wrenches at his heart. does the place you're from have sights like this? no, not at all. maybe if he blocks the shore and the rest of the resort, and keeps only the sand in his line of sight. but even then, the skies of sigonia-iv were never kind, nor this pretty. dawn was a rarity. dawn was something to long for, to yearn to see before their vision were stained red.

what kirma doesn't know is that somewhere across the makeshift beach, at the same time, sits aventurine, on that same sand, watching that same sight. it's always a bittersweet comfort - that under the same sky, real or not, two people can look at the same sight, and maybe pretend they're together, under it. side by side.

when aventurine smiles to himself, it's nothing like the ones he wears at people. there's no weight in it, broken by their corners, melancholic in nature. it's always the similarities in their experiences and views that gives him an uncomfortable comfort. in his lonely mind palace, aventurine thinks the same - that in spite of its nature, maybe a part of him enjoys it, too. a rare sight, a dawn that shines its comforting rays over the sands over sigonia-iv.

he may not be able to enjoy it with his sister any longer, but at the very least, close yet so much farther from each other, he can enjoy it with kirma. )

TDM 4, Evening

[softstoneheart]

Now.

[ There's no further explanation, just a location pin drop in Ugly Duckling University. When. He gets there, her choice will be more apparent: it's a music practice room, the kind that has padded walls to dampen sound. A perfect place to prevent eavesdropping.

It does, however, require wearing school attire, so she's got a schoolgirl uniform on. It's a small price to pay for privacy. ]

[waged]

( at least they're still on the same page, when it comes to gathering information and the weight of its value. with the addendum of a school ("school", he doubts anyone is doing any real learning here), this feels a lot like teenagers gossiping. plus, school uniforms? truly a shame ratio isn't around to play with them. )

Had it been anyone else, I would have fully believed I have just been invited for some sort of school roleplay. ( hi to you as well, topaz. he promptly locks the door behind him as he walks in. ) I take it you've seen the new batch of guests.

un: songbird / captcha escape also CW suicide and Sunday being unhinged sorry

[befehl]

That is how tradition goes, seeing as I’ve failed to execute the perfect solution then yes, why wouldn’t I pass down these teachings? Not that I could even if I do manage to return. There’s no place else for me than the embrace of death, the one absolute atonement.

What would have been ideal is no longer feasible. Even so, the sweet dream will continue to bring joy and peace to those who visit, and even more so to the ones who stay.

I witnessed all your silly attempts. I don’t recommend you test the dreamscape scouting for death anymore if you decide to take a vacation. Your wish might just come true. If “attachment” is my crime, what would your demise bring to humanity?

The fate of your race runs solely in your veins. Your pride. Your family. You’re selfish.

( I know. So much for changing the subject. Somebody take his phone away. )

The doctor should have been scooped in here for the sake of his lying treachery. So I’m surprised also.

I’m glad Robin isn’t here.

[waged]

( damn dude. bringing his trauma into this? good thing they're just texting. lord. )

Haha. You really don't beat around the bush, do you? I almost miss the polite, composed Mr. Sunday I met when I first arrived in Penacony. You were way cuter back then.

Figures that someone needed to make sure your sweet dream Penacony is foolproof, though. I doubt you'd be the one volunteering to throw your life away to make sure 'death' really isn't possible.
Or did you?

( he's not going to address the other part, though. fucka you for that. )

Sure would make my life way easier if he were. But if everyone who has 'sinned' ends up here, don't you think there should be way more people?
The entirety of the IPC, perhaps? But there's only two executives.
You're smarter than that, Mr. Sunday. Or are you so inclined to victimize yourself to think that your opinion on what this resort is triumphs over facts?
No matter how bad your life may get, it's never going to be 'Hell'. This is your reality.
But that's the reason you escape off to Penacony, isn't it? Can't handle something like this, so you made a dream so perfect it's blinding.

Night Time (a few weeks before strings event)

[softstoneheart]

[ She knows he's still on Bunny Boy duty, so she doesn't expect him to reply until much later, she's just trying to be proactive before he makes other plans. ]

Are you free tomorrow? Any time's good.

[waged]

( little does she know she's one of the few exceptions to his DND status. it only takes maybe thirty minutes before he replies: )

Seems like my schedule's entirely free.
Is this for updates, or something else?

🍲 kirma's mealtime corner 🥮

[conspecifics]

( not a gift buyer but definitely putting way too much thought into what he's cooking for someone he isn't even dating. lmao. (kain vc) everyone else please look away thank you )

cws: murder, poison, very mild gore, affection towards a corpse, blood ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧

[loosestrifes]

( As always was the case, Kirma didn't have his guard up around him at all. It was so incredibly easy to steal this from him, to steal this from Aventurine, to rip out from both of them in an instant— and yet as he stands here over the bed, the sharp edge of a knife trailing down the dark skin of Kirma's chest and leaving a trail of slow dripping blood in its shallow wake, Esikko feels nothing.

He'd planned this. Aventurine had work. Kirma was home from his. It was easy to show up, to invite himself in, to mix idle bickering and casual friendliness together as they always did, to slip the powder he'd specially concocted into the dog's drink just before he crawled into bed and wait it out. A peaceful death, all things considered. There was no time for betrayal, no moment where Kirma could have realized he was poisoned, because first it was the sleep that set in. Heavy eyelids, exhaustion through every inch of his body, an insistence that he needed to sleep but that Esi could stay, if he wanted, that Aventurine wouldn't mind. Within seconds of his head hitting the pillow, he fell asleep. And within minutes of that, his organs shut down, and he died.

He thought that a "nicer" death would change things, maybe. But Esikko caresses a cold cheek now, trying to drum up the feelings that had been so intense back home, and is only met with bitter loneliness. That's not the feeling he was searching for. There's no regret, there's no excitement, there's no relief— there's only emptiness.

Maybe he needed to see the blood? That's why he'd gotten up and retrieved the knife, why he'd trailed shallow little marks all over his chest, watched the pooling and dripping of blood from a body that no longer had a working heart. But even as he smeared his hand over it now, even as he trailed up his throat and clenched around it testingly, even as he released and drifted up further, over cold lips, there's just... nothing.

Esikko feels like he's trembling, but he doesn't know why. It doesn't feel good, doesn't feel like he's helped it, doesn't feel like any of this tension inside of him has released. He doesn't feel like he misses Kirma, because he feels like he'll come back no matter what, like he always does. He doesn't feel angry about that, or relieved— he just thinks for an idle moment that he looks peaceful. That maybe even when he comes back, he'll have far more happiness than Esikko could ever hope for.

And he's jealous of that. So why didn't this work? Why didn't it tell him anything? Why is he left wondering what he should do now?

In the end, he drops the knife to the floor carelessly, leaves Kirma on the bed, and wipes his bloody palm along the sheets on his way out of the room, and out of the suite. There, in his place in bed, Kirma's body will await Aventurine's return home. And even that knowledge isn't enough to stir anything inside of Esikko, this time. )

earlier this month...

[conspecifics]

Have you ever lied to me?

erm

[waged]

Why do you ask?

christmas gift.......?? delivery

[loosestrifes]

( Aventurine gets a "present"... That is, a tiny little box of assorted pills. Their packaging seems to indicate that they're hardcore drugs like the ones they took in the red cardinal, but randomized. It's drug gacha.

He's lucky, right, so he'll probably somehow have a batch without any of the "piss yourself" drug that's the main risk here.

His note reads: Since you liked something like this so much last time. Happy holidays. - E )

tdm prompt ❓ i don't know where to put this

[extrapolation]

( attendance is required. the house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord.

veritas ratio can recognize a threat when he sees one. few other things would motivate him to participate in such a party; he cannot deny the effectiveness of the message, in that regard. the suit he's procured qualifies for the dress code, but of a style understated compared to the average level of decadence present. the staff allow him in without direct criticism, mercifully enough. whispered comments follow, as he'd leaned towards expecting, but—

if he spent his efforts trying to glean value out of everything said behind his back, he'd hardly have time for anything else.

that leaves him adrift in the sea of noise that all social gatherings inevitably become. a drink is pressed into his hand at some point, and when his first attempt to leave it by the wayside only provides the space for a second one to be gifted, he accepts his fate. meaningless chatter slides past him as he moves, devoid of subject or substance. here, in the midst of the "best" the golden peacock has to offer, the gilded veneer of luxury painted thin over an empty heart— ratio cannot help but be reminded of someone, just a little bit.

neither would it be wholly implausible for that person to be here, he muses. it would surely be a great coincidence, of the lucky kind, but wouldn't that be fitting? perhaps such thoughts are what bring him over to the roulette wheel, still a silent observer rather than a participant.

a group to the side shrieks with laughter over their prize; ratio tunes them out as soon as he hears the word cucumber. a different partygoer steps up for her turn to spin. ooh, i hope i'm a lucky duck today! she squeals, as the wheel lurches into motion. though the implications of it coming true would speak to something dire indeed— he finds himself echoing that statement, too. )

:)

[waged]

( walking up to a roulette as you think of your platonic coworker? crazy.

for all that aventurine does quite belong at such a party - and arguably, in the entirety of the golden peacock itself -, nothing in it is so enticing as a normal casino would be. it lacks the true appeal of gambling, what makes him feel all the more alive and just as equally empty whenever the dice is rolled, the cards shown, the gamble won.

but it's. well. not bad, really. it certainly works for what the house enjoys - connections, ice-breakers, the connection between people, strangers or not. it works splendidly perhaps, because for all that aventurine strolls through the party without being so much of a willing participant just yet, it gives him the opportunity to find a familiar face, and alongside that long overdue meeting, an immediate ice-breaker.

(not that he would have needed one, but this makes things a little more fun, doesn't it?)

so, wishes come true: a dressed-up gambler, whose steps lead him next to a dressed-up professor. he doesn't so much look at him as he pays attention to the current enthusiastic players of roulette. )

Ahah, who would have thought the good doctor is interested in this kind of thing? ( hear hear, students of veritas ratio. your beloved professor is considering playing in the sex toy roulette < totally not fake news. ) Wanna give it a try? There's nothing shady about it, if you're wondering. Might as well have a little fun at a party, hm?

@dogboy, you know him

[conspecifics]

IMG ATTACHMENT

does this mean we got mcdonalds in gp

[waged]

And if I'm not?

( icb his bf doesn't like him anymore because he's 1) not a girl 2) not a mcchicken )

lust is birds overflow ↓

[waged]

→ esikko;

[waged]

[ from here. ]

( of course esikko would go with truth or dare. how truthful can truths truly be with them? perhaps that's something for them to discover, in this game they will play.

and it wouldn't be aventurine if he weren't looking forward to it. )

I wonder if the staff will be ok with you damaging their pods? ( you, not us. subtleties that he doesn't mind if esikko notices. ) But I accept these terms. They're quite like you.

( again... hand gestures, as a compliment or an insult. aventurine doesn't really mean much by it. )

Then if the princeling would like to go first. I'll pick truth.

hey can you pretend this was 20 days ago

[extrapolation]

Happy birthday.

( sorry the beans got spilled. )

I'd ask if you have something ostentatious planned, but your broad silence on the matter has, for once, led me to doubt. ( <— extremely indirect way of checking whether or not your platonic coworker has plans for tonight. )

yeah it's may 6th for sure

[waged]

( little does ratio know the plan is to try and not kill himself )

Birthday wishes from the Doctor himself? Maybe I really am lucky. This kind of opportunity doesn't seem to be one to come by often.

( said in the most automated way possible, if his lack of expression is anything to go by. good thing ratio can't see him. )

The House will make sure I'm busy enough, anyway. You know how much they enjoy spoiling their guests.

[softstoneheart]

If you're wondering who mentioned your birthday to Doc, it was me.

[waged]

( guilty as charged, miss topaz )

There aren't many who know it and know the good Doctor, so it doesn't come as a surprise.
Though I would almost have expected you two to work on a joint project to celebrate it together.