【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
hi mods, quick question... can mr. judgmental john detect lies, or. can we just make up a crime or sin and get away with it, or will there some sort of... extra punishment for it?
If you have posted a top level with a new character, feel free to link your top level here! Characters originally premiering on the first TDM but are not currently in game may also utilize this directory.
For ease, please write your character's name and canon in the subject line when posting your top level link.
One wrong turn and she was lost for what felt like ages. How does someone get so turned around in a hotel? This is what she gets for wanting to explore off the beaten path. Ugh. Finally, she finds a way out... of a hallway and into the watery depths instead.
"Oh, what the fuck," she groans, now damp and cold and still lost. The blond does her best to navigate this new, darker labyrinth but eventually manages to find a spot to a rest at one of those craggy shores.
When she pulls herself out of the shallow water, she also needs to pull off some juvenile octopi that managed to stick to her skin. She scratches at the strange heart-shaped marks forming along her bare skin and sighs.
"Hello?" she asks, hearing the sloshing of someone else through the corridors.
Or maybe that sloshing was instead a mature octopus that wraps a tentacle around her ankle and tries to drag her back into the water. The woman gives a surprise squeaky squawk of a sound - no doubt drawing someone's attention - and yells: "Oh, no! Hey! I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going, buddy, I don't think so!"
❥ II. Elevators.
"Huh," hums Rosie, once she steps into the elevator and glances at the portrait on the wall. "This place is really ritzy..." she'll comment, mostly to herself but anyone else in the enclosed space is free to comment as well.
After only a couple of floors, the elevator stops suddenly and jars Rosie off balance. The blond gives a loud peep of surprise and grabs onto whoever is nearby to steady herself from falling. "Woah, sorry, just- You'd think if they can afford classic artworks, they can afford some better maintenance. Right? Jeez." Once stabilized, she'll let go but then...
One of those very aforementioned artworks starts making demands*.
(*I'm open to the hard-up maiden portrait or the teasing trio! You can choose when tagging in or let me know either is fine!)
❥ III. The Nest ( █ cw for: sexual harassment )
Finally, something she doesn't mind getting into the spirit of: fashion! While her own style tends to skew towards casual comfort in her downtime, she appreciates the more high-end boutique and what it has to offer. She'll find something nice to wear for Charlie as thanks for this strange hotel stay; she still thinks it's just an odd way of his to give her a little bit of time off.
"Here, let me help," she says to anyone struggling to get their own outfit on. The store is busy so the dressing rooms are doubling up the guests right now but Rosie doesn't mind in the slightest. Obviously, if her wearing nothing but appealing intimates and offering to clasp someone else's bra, roll up their hosiery, or straighten that bowtie is any indication that she's not the least bit shy.
Eventually, she'll also try on a sexy nurse costume for a bit of fun. "Hm," she hums, pressing her ear to someone's chest almost unprompted as she's compelled to, "an elevated heart rate... That won't do! Let me know just how I can help you." She looks up with big, brown doe eyes and a wonderful view of her cleavage practically spilling out of the top of her barely buttoned white nurse's dress. "A love injection, maybe? That might be just the thing."
❥ IV. Casino Floor (Wedding Slot Machines) ( █ cw for: sexual harassment )
Easy: "Okay, let's see..." Rosie says, giving the machine a pull.
CONFESS A SECRET. TO SOMEONE BLUE. UNDER A TABLE.
The blond snorts in amusement at the odd combination. Never let it be said she's a quitter though; she'll sneak her way under a table and tap a knee of someone sitting there. "Pst! Hey! Are you sad?" she asks, completely without context.
Spicy: After the fun of the regular pull, she decides to go for something a bit more risque. Why not? That's the fun of all this, isn't it? She tugs the level again only for this slot machine to land on...
LICK. CHESTS/BREASTS. ON THE ALTER.
"Well, that's one way to say your vows, I guess." The woman heads over to the alter to see who she might be able to convince to let her lick their chest. That won't be an odd request at all.
❥ notes.
(( hi everyone!
this is my OC, Rosie, who is a hypersexual disaster of a woman. at her current canon point, she's a courtesan used to being put in strange, sexy situations with strangers so will be very carefree about everything.
if anyone wants to do anything with her outside of the prompts or hash an idea out with me, you can feel free to contact me via discord (@ tentamenace), plurk (tentamenace), or PM this journal.
{ooc: Was really torn between starting here or with the nurse costume, lol. Maybe if we thread enough here they can try on costumes later for some compulsive behavior fun?}
It's been hard for Terry to hide the pink flush of her skin, even keeping her back turned as she undressed. She'd been 'escorted' - that is, insistently pushed - inside the dressing room as the other blonde woman was already barely dressed in some of the shop's gorgeously detailed intimates. Being a complete stranger and all, she obviously had felt compelled to avert her eyes.
She sorts through the items she's been given to try - a matched lingerie set with stockings and a garter belt. But her companion would quickly notice her struggling to even get the bra on properly. She's not only having trouble hooking it in the back, but even getting her breasts settled into the cups. It's almost like she's never even put a bra like this on before...
Hearing Rosie's voice behind her, Terry jumps slightly in surprise. "Ah... i-it's fine, you don't have to-..."
The protest is a bit half-hearted. She really could use some help, it's just embarrassing!
tingyun has slept in very comfortable beds before. her own bed, in fact, is quite lavish and soft, with soft sheets and heavy blankets, so this isn't entirely out of the ordinary when she wakes. she murmurs quietly as she stirs, turning onto her back to arch into a luxurious stretch, both fluffy ears twitching as she yawns and sits up, the plush blankets falling down to her thighs, revealing her wedding lingerie..
oh. oh.
with a gasp, tingyun tugs the blankets back up again, her face warm. where is this? where is she? of all the places she expected to wake up.. this was not what she would have seen coming. swallowing thickly, tingyun reaches to gently shake the person beside her. did she go home with someone after too many drinks? no, that.. that isn't possible, for many reasons. she shouldn't be here. ]
Hi. Um. Have we.. met?
great tit - can't we talk this out;
[ tingyun just wants some chocolate!!
though she'd love to get her hands on those expensive truffles, she could content herself with something less, really, so long as she was able to enjoy something sweet, but she soon finds herself in the truffle mosh pit quite by accident, being shoved back and forth between bodies. ]
C-can't we talk this through? There's got to be a better way to -
[ oh, someone is winding back to punch her right in the face. please help?? ]
the nest - sensual sweaters;
[ well there are few things that tingyun can resist more than fine fashions, and if she's to be staying here, she'll need to stock her wardrobe. she already misses her lovely silks and dresses from home, but.. well, beggars can't be choosers, really, so this will have to do. she goes through the many racks, drapes a handful of cute dresses and sweaters over her arm, and goes to change.
emerging from one of the fitting rooms to observe herself in the mirrors, tingyun giggles, lifting her arms up and slipping her hands into her hair in order to show off her new sweater, which she is wearing with.. well, nothing at all. it's long enough to just barely cover her ass, and the window at the front showcases her breasts nicely, leaving little enough to the imagination as well, but the important bits are covered. barely. she winks at whoever is nearby. ]
What do you think? ♥
wedding slots - spicy;
[ she definitely needs to make both money and friends, so.. here we go!!
tingyun pulls the slots, and soon enough her watch beeps, revealing her challenge - FUCK - THIGHS - IN THE COAT CLOSET. oh. okay. well, it could be worse..!!
finding a partner is going to be the difficult part, here, tingyun bites her lip and looks around. there are plenty of others playing the slots here, surely she can find someone among them to make this work with, right? and she's very persuasive! chances are, if she's looking for a partner here, others will be as well.
so she approaches someone else at the slots with a warm smile on her face, her thick tail waving behind her, giving her sweetest expression, green eyes bright and ears perked forward. ]
Ah.. hello! I need to find someone to complete this with. Would you help me? I'm happy to help you with yours, in return.
wildcard;
[ i'm happy to write custom starters if there are other prompts you'd like to try, or come at me with something entirely new! 18+ characters for sexy encounters. ]
[ The hand never lands, at least not on Tingyun's beautiful face. Instead it hits the palm of another woman nearby, tall and well-dressed in a simple suit, a pair of dark horns curling out from the side of her head. Her fingers curl around the hand of the assailant, tightening just enough to elicit a small cry of pain. ]
That's enough. There's no need to fight over chocolate.
[ That seems to be enough for this particular shopper to turn tail and vanish into the crowd, though plenty other squabbles seem to be cropping up left and right around them. How tiresome.
Degenbrecher ignores them, turning her head to glance down at the tall-eared and long-tailed woman. ]
Waking up is...a strange affair. Heroic Spirits do no require sleep in the same way they do not require food, so the sensation of transitioning from sleep to wakefulness is foreign. Even so, Archer opens his eyes and immediately sits up, taking in the scenery. All of this feels wrong, exceptionally wrong, from the decadent luxuries all around him to the soft music playing in the background.
...then, of course, he notices he is not alone. He looks at the person at his side and immediately slides out of bed...dressed to the nines in an amazingly tailored suit.
What the hell is going on?
II. Welcome - Elevators (The Hard-Up Maiden OR the Judgmental John) 🌶
Archer has gotten his bearings by this point, as he's spent some time exploring the hotel and learning what this place is actually about. Does he believe it's all about pleasure, fun, and games? No. But he can play along for a while if he has to.
It's why, even though a displeased grimace briefly crosses his face when the elevator stops, is is quickly replaced by an ironic twist of his lips.
"Well...I supposed we should get this over with, shouldn't we?"
III. Free Love - Fashion Line (Adorable and Sexy)
Trying on clothes...is not something he saw himself doing. But this seems to be the name of the game here so...Archer sighs and gets on with it.
He tries on severaldifferentsuit. options, none of which he finds favorable. Feel free to walk in on him at any time, in any state of dress, but eventually, Archer settles on something more reserved.
"I think I look better in solid colors."
IV. Pop Up - Wedding Slot Machines (Easy Mode)
Waking up to an impromptu marriage was bad enough. Being dragged into this game by other guests is worse. Even so, Archer isn't about to let the House see him sweat.
He seems perfectly cool and collecting standing with his partner by the slot machines and gestures as any gentleman would.
"The first run is yours."
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[ ooc: I'm open to prose or brackets and will match however you guys wanna respond! My hard limit for sexy times is 17 and older. I'm also open to spicy 🌶 on the last prompt; just check with me first by PM or at altruisms. c: ]
( The affair quite a strange one for Integra, as well. No longer was she caked in blood and defending herself on the vampire infested streets of her London, but resting on a lofty bed, and donning an ornate dress of silk and tulle, and a ring far too extravagant for her tastes gracing her finger.
She looks up from her spot on the bed, giving her 'partner' a look, as though she couldn't parse an explanation for it all. )
[She'd been having a nice dream, which was already far different from her usual. She stirs with the faint realization that she's not alone, but it doesn't bother her as it should. Funnily enough, it's that realization that she's not caring enough that clues her in on just how off everything is.
SHe jerks and opens her eyes, staring out into the rest of the room, facing away from whoever else is in bed with her. It's comfy and cozy and...weird. This feels like a photoshoot that went wrong. She shifts and glances down at herself-- the lingerie doesn't bother her, she's worn similar for photoshoots before, but she could've sworn she was at Yuri's place. Had it all been some weird crazy dream?? Why is she wearing white lingerie in a fancy room? Why is there a pretty wedding ring on her finger??
She shifts, stretches out, and accidentally kicks whoever else in the bed with her, making her freeze in surprise.]
B. The Hard-Up Maiden
Her maidenhea- oh. [Oh, okay, no she gets it. Miu stands there, hands on her hips, staring down at the ground with an unreadable expression. She doesn't appear mad, just sort of an embodiment of 'This Might As Well Happen.']
I guess this is one way to lose your virginity. I guess. [She states, flatly, before sighing and eyeing her partner, then complaining out loud:] It's hard to get in the mood when it's on demand, geez.
C. Teasing Trio
[Okay wait, this she can do. Though Miu's been looking bored, bordering on irritated, the entire time, she raises her eyebrows and sort of half-smiles in amusement.]
Oh, okay. Sure. Easy-peasy. [To whoever is with her, in explanation:] I'm an actress. [She clears her throat and then turns to face the other person fully. Her eyes are a bit bigger, a bit watery. A faint blush on her cheeks and a look of adoration]
Hey...Can I have your name? Mine's Miu. I really admire you, you know...
D. The Nest
[Did someone say lolita?? Miu is having a GREAT time in her new outfit, swishing the skirt as she turns side to side to check herself out.
Driving suitors wild definitely seems to work too, as Miu backs away nervously as multiple NPC start trying to chat her up. While at first she takes it in stride, easily keeping up conversation, acting demure and shy, or bold and flirty like a switch being flipped, she is visibly waning after a while. The smile looks more strained, she keeps angling herself away from them or backing away.
None of them seem to take the hint, though, and Miu makes eye contact with anyone she can with a big 'PLEASE HELP' look]
E. Wedding Slot Machines (note: I'm starting w/Easy but also open to things turning Spicy!)
[Hold hands with someone new in the confessional. Sure, alright.
It doesn't take her very long to find someone, immediately tugging on their sleeve.] Hey! Come with me!
[Just starts...tugging them away from whatever they were doing, no explanations given. It's fine, probably.] I just need a quick favor, just come on.
F. Wildcard! [For literally everything else, u know.]
[Well, that's a cry for assistance if he ever saw one.]
Out of the way! Out of the way. [Yeah, he's elbowing people. He doesn't care.] What're you all bothering this lovely little lady for? Didn't you know that she promised me a nice date later? With chocolates?
[He's clicking his tongue - THE SHAME OF YOU ALL - while he's grabbing her lightly by the arm.]
Let's go. Chocolates await, my dear.
[Time to GOOOOOOOOO. He's tugging her away from the crowd, even as he's saying, over his shoulder.]
[What a beautiful suite. What a beautiful bed. What a wonderful, cozy, warm, intimate little room for a lovely couple. Wait, you're not married? Too bad. There's someone already lounging lazily on the bed next to you - a young man with short black hair and mischievously dark eyes, dressed in a rather short wedding dress.]
[He pops a chocolate-covered strawberry into his mouth and swallows, staring - and even though he's trying to sound serious, he can't hide the smirk on his face as he asks, matter-of-factly:]
Aren't you going to kiss your beautiful wife good morning?
[If he doesn't get a reply, though, he'll simply move on to offer a strawberry, holding it up to his "spouse's" mouth.]
Mm. These are really good. Say "ahhhhh".
[Come on, don't be shy. Take a bite.]
2. ELEVATORS
a. HARD-UP MAIDEN
[Well! This is exciting. A brand new place, for a guy who's all about brand new experiences. Nathaniel Horn, self-proclaimed fun-lover, is more than happy to try everything out. The people! The places! The sex! The parties! Seriously, what did he do to get to a place like this? Best kidnapping, like, ever?]
[There is the nagging part at the back of his mind, though - he's worked so hard to play human, act human, be human, all that stuff. This stolen face does its job well. He can't be...fully himself, right? There are some funny looking and possible inhuman people here, but he can't just rule out the fact that showing what he really is will be met with fire and pitchforks.]
[People fear what they don't know, after all.]
[Oh, well then. He's stuck in an elevator, and a poor young painting lady is lamenting her circumstances.]
A virgin? Oh no. That's rough.
[He clicks his tongue, sympathetic - and turns to whoever is nearby with a casual "what can you do?" shrug, like this is as simple a problem as a leaky pipe.]
Tell me now, though. Are you a virgin? Because don't worry. You're in good hands.
[He has the smug look of someone who deserves to be slapped. Maybe he should be.]
b. TEASING TRIO
[And the elevator problems never stop, huh? This round is a different request, though - light and spicy, huh? Nathaniel rolls his shoulders back with a hum, before peering over at his fellow elevator hostage with a laughing grin.]
Flirting? Alright. Got it. How about you start? You can start listing how many things you find handsome about me.
[No.]
3. DOPPELGANGER, DOPPELGANGER
[Okay, okay. Maybe he can give himself a little permission to test his own limits, here. Play around with his abilities. No one should be one the wiser - there's already weird supernatural shit going on. Alien shapeshifting can be easily mistaken for something like that.]
[Regardless, it might be a nice little experiment.]
[If you turn the corner in these many halls, you might see a very surprising sight.]
[Why......that's you just standing there.]
[That's you, from head to toe. They're probably wearing different clothes, but its as if you suddenly realized you had a twin. (Or triplet. Shoutout to whoever has canon twins or whatever.)]
[Your other self smiles and steps closer, raising a finger to trail playfully over your shoulder. When they speak...yeah, that's your voice, too.]
Ever thought about what it would be like to do it with yourself...? I mean. Not in a "your own hand" sort of way.
[Perhaps its an offer you can't refuse.]
4. SLOT MACHINES
[He's actually never been in a casino before - he's read about them, but to be struck with the lights and sounds and everything almost makes him want to vibrate out of his own skin with excitement. If you're minding your own business...sorry. Here comes this guy to grab you by the sleeve as he gestures emphatically to one of the nearby machines.]
Hey, so, I've never done this before. I'm choosing you as my tutor. Show me how to play, oh wise mentor.
[He is READY to LEARN!!!]
5. WILDCARD
[ooc: ANYTHING YOUR HEART DESIRES!! Nathaniel Horn here is an OC who is an alien shapeshifter akin to The Thing who's parading around in a human body trying to have all the fun he can. I need to clean up his journal, but I have no hard limits or boundaries re: kinks or otherwise. He can shapeshift into more than human beings but might be a little shy to show that off at this time - if you want monsterfucking/tentacles/what have you shit, hit me up in DMs or plurk @ vampirize, and we'll find a way to make it happen!]
You're really going to make that our problem, are you? [The remark is pointed at the painting, Daan's voice having a hint of irritation but little else beyond that. He sighs and folds his arms, thinking about the current circumstances.
Not a lot of escaping it right now, is there?
The stranger asks is question about virginity, which earns a bark of a laugh out of Daan.]
Oh. No, certainly not. I'm sure I've even done things that'll make you blush.
But I can put on an act if you're into that kind of thing.
01 ✦ SPEAK NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE ARRIVAL — EVENS
( penacony dreams sure have changed since the last time he entered them - which is to say, fairly recently. this is what aventurine thinks is happening, because the setting still has that familiar atmosphere of luxury, extravagancy, an expensive resort that matches too well the kind of entertainment and environment the family wishes to offer their guests and people. the room is fancy, the way he likes it, too, but when a carefully crafted plan doesn't go his way, or it strays without his permission, he can't help but be suspicious of it all -
it doesn't help he's accompanied by someone else, that his clothes were taken (again, even, a certain intelligentsia guild member would've scoffed and walked away from him again for that), that at the bottom of his stomach and the depths of his mind, aventurine can't help but wonder: is this, still, penacony?
but hey, at the very least the suit they've given him isn't so bad. it's a nice fit, aquamarine in color, and whatever dreamscape this is, they know his preferred colors still. ) I have to say, I never really expected to get married so soon.
( a casual, throwaway jest coated in an amusing tone he gives his company as aventurine walks around the rather spacious suite, looking over the decorations, the presents, the furniture, anything that could give him any hint about this dream, whose it is, how he has ended up here at all. this is, by all means, an exquisite game with a sudden twist - and who would he be, if he didn't entertain the notion?
he looks over the ring forced on his finger, nothing like the ones he prefers sporting, and turns to his new spouse. i'm so sorry you will have to be fake-married to him. )
So? I can't say I mind playing the part. With the kind of treatment we get as a married couple, it feels much like cheating in a game, doesn't it? ( smile smile. it doesn't seem at all genuine. )
02 ✦ XX - THE JUDGMENT CARD WELCOME — ELEVATORS
( the artwork in the elevators is fascinating, all things considered, but aventurine's first thought is thus:
cluttered, and visually unpleasant. whoever is decorating this place needs to be fired as soon as possible.
aventurine's second, and far more valuable thought, is thus:
something is very clearly not right, because he recognizes one of the paintings in the elevator as an expensive relic of amber eras of eld. the marketing development department would be ecstatic to hear of it, pulling strings and whatnot to get their hands on it. as a senior manager of the strategic development department, he will keep this place in mind, and bring it up to diamond eventually. if they seize this planet, too, perhaps offer a good trade agreement with them, he might just get promoted to a p46. wouldn't that be pleasant.
business mindset aside - as it goes in this place, he's not alone in the elevator. not because there is another, actual physical and corporal person in there, but because the paintings speak, with will and desires of their own, and request something that, quite frankly, has aventurine burst out laughing.
ah, if they knew. )
Quite the unfortunate situation, isn't it, my friend? ( you've been instantly been assigned friend status, btw ) This place truly is so entertaining, with all its unexpected yet quite interesting games. What do you say? Surely a little game won't hurt.
( boy if he knew. )
03 ✦ TAKE MY HAND pop up — wedding slot machines: easy
( this is a dream tailored for him, actually. although he had been in the middle of a rather important job, a gambler's heart longs for a challenging game, high stakes, worthwhile rewards. he is not, however, entirely here for fun, nor does he ever lower his guard. aventurine knows well the kind of place this is, and for all it's worth - he fits well, still. tailored for him even in the worst ways.
wedding celebrations are truly always so cheerful; he toasts to whatever new couple had been newly-wed, taking a sip of his own champagne. his magenta-blue eyes glaze over the slot machines - unfortunately drawn to them, really, he can't help it -, and finds it all too amusing that these, too, fit the general erotic atmosphere of the whole casino. and who is he to turn down an interesting game? there is a reward, one he might make good use of, if he is to stay here for longer than intended, and aventurine knows well how to climb this sort of ladder. he reaches for the lever, and pulls.
it's all too easy. )
The festivities sure are heartwarming, aren't they, friend? ( assigned friend at first meeting, again, ) You're here all by yourself? Too loud, or maybe the people are too carefree? Is it the air-conditioner that's a little too cold and killing your vibes?
( as always, aventurine is all smiles - never genuine, not with the way his eyes slightly narrow, almost fox-like. ) Shall I keep you company? I'm a rather good conversational partner, myself.
( dance with someone cold in the bridal suite? what an easy challenge. )
04 ✦ NOTES
( some things to mention: i see aventurine as a very chaotic bisexual switch with a particular preference for men, but he'll sleep with anyone if it means he's getting something from it - good sex, stress relief, money, connections, etc. canon sure does heavily imply he might have slept around with higher-ups with ulterior motives, or at the very least, that he wouldn't be against the idea. he'll be anything you want him to be as long as you make him a good offer.
the slot machines prompt is hella fun so feel free to wildcard me your own rng or pick a combination you wanna throw at him! he loves a challenge and he's here to win, unfortunately.
for any hsr peeps, the canon point i'm taking him from is right after his interaction with dr. ratio, so he went to sleep and woke up here. there will also be no spoilers at all, so no worries! )
( When one less than genuine smile meets another, it's almost like a separate dance. Knowing, curious, almost a little playful— Esikko is quite cold, and is also currently in search of his own mission from the slots. LICK THIGHS BRIDAL SUITE.
He doesn't mind playing the long game to get there in the end. Someone approaching him is all the easier to slide into that— although, he's also aware that anyone else could be chasing these slots. So, what is it that this man wants, hmm? )
Oh, are you? ( His laugh is pleasant, soft and short. ) That's not often something I hear.
( It's playful, teasing— does a good conversationalist have to say so? But it's equally flirtatious. He's on a chase here. )
I don't mind the company. You really don't have any yourself? You hardly seem the type to be caught alone.
There was a sudden sense of panic as she finds herself landing in the dark, plunging into the ice cold water with only the echoes off stone walls as her companions. Pulse thundering in her ears and her heart in her throat, for a moment Aerith scrambles to get her head above the water only to find it wasn't that deep at all. No one can see her clutching her chest, no one can tell how badly the chill of the water rattled her. No one can see her as she huddles and wills the trembling to stop before she rises to her feet.
She doesn't realize what she looks like, wading through the water, her white diamond mask hung around her neck and her pink gown weighed down by the water as she slogs through the cavern. The weight of the water has her thick hair plastered to her skin and hanging down her back in sodden curls that are heavy, her ribbons hanging limp. She also doesn't notice the faded marks and bruises peppering her skin, stark against the rest of her exposed flesh that was now ghostly pale from the cold. Some of them are broad bands, others look suspiciously like they were bitten into her, and others are just odd bruises. Most have faded, but considering the tentacles slithering through the water aiming for her bare leg...
II.a Alice and the Pira—Parrots. I mean Parrots. Adorable and Sexy
"Oh no, I look like Reno." She mutters, tugging at the blazer over a frilly lace bralette. This is what she gets for trying out something new because her last nice dress is sadly off to the laundry and she was hoping to wear something to impress. Impress who? A couple people, but at the moment she had to find something nice.
Shaking her head, she disappears back into the dressing room with a grumble before reappearing in a layered confection covered in lace, pintucks, ribbons, and bows, a massive matching bow with lace trim and crowded with flowers perched atop her hair as she twists to see the flounces and tiered ruffle bustle in the back. There's just something about the wide ruffled, lacey sleeves and lace wrist cuffs that has her grinning to herself. The petticoat makes the dress look huge, and she is clearly having the time of her life twirling in front of the mirror to make her curls bounce and her dress swoosh merrily around her knees.
Delighted, she returns to the dressing room with a giggle and a shake of her head. It was fun but no, no that was maybe a little too much. As fun as it was she knew it would be almost impossible to run in if she needed to. ...Then again, she might be convinced to save it for a special occasion.
The final outfit she finds is a chunky pink sweater dress with ribbons laced through it, beaming to herself as she fixes a pink bow into her hair to keep her curls out of her face. The sweater shows off her shoulders—and all the marks on them, faded as they are, there's at least two that look suspiciously like completely different teeth-marks—and hugs her slim figure and the flare of her hips, while the sleeves are slouchy and cover her hands so only her fingers peek out. She's paired it with cute stockings with a floral motif and comfortable ankle boots and seems fairly satisfied with her look.
Aerith can easily be distracted during her outfit changes, and is always open to suggestions from a charming companion...
II.b Erotic Encounters
"Some of these make me think of the Honeybee..." Aerith is looking at the costumes with an amused smile, and now she's curious, and without thinking she starts to rummage through the different costumes. Giggles erupt over the sexy bunny suit—"absolutely not" she says to herself just imagining how her bust would not be able to keep the top up—to a considering hum over a cat suit, and a long pause over a maid outfit that she regards with a long, thoughtful glance. But sure enough, she lets out a delighted yell when she finds something that was startlingly close to what she was looking for.
A sexy bee suit.
"Oh! Maybe they have a matching blazer!" Aerith grins to herself, the bee suit and its wings and stinger in her arms as she sets off looking for a gold and black suit to pair with it. Why? Why not! Maybe she likes the idea of matching with a partner.
III. Wildcard!
Did I miss a fun prompt you'd rather do instead of these? Would you rather do something different entirely? Feel free to bully the flower gremlin to your heart's desire, I love all CR!
"You've been?" Tifa asks, sorting through the rack next to her and trying to keep both the surprise and curiosity out of her voice and off her face. She never did hear what happened that night before Corneo's, and prior to that, Tifa hadn't really ever spent time in Sector 5. The Honeybee had scared her, partially because people always told her she should work there. When she first washed up in Midgar, she'd been terrified of getting stuck there.
But...she was wrong about a lot of things. And Aerith was so much more worldly than she was.
She looks up at Aerith's delighted cry, eyes skimming over the suit and widening. That was sure a lot. Not that she doubted Aerith could make anything cute and fun.
( ooc: pardon my dust — m/m, m/f, m/*, 16+ characters all a-ok. kizuna is an empath! he can passively sense the emotions of others or be forcibly linked to someone's feelings if they're intense enough. when linked, he can mirror the physical abilities of the other person, such as fighting, stamina, pain-tolerance, skills of dexterity, etc. throw me a note somewhere if you'd like to play with this aspect and to what degree! and if that's not at all or if you'd prefer to slowburn it, no sweat, happy to handwave. )
— EVENS, NEW ARRIVAL.
A — WAKING UP: [ It's not unusual for Kizuna to feel like he's been flipped upside down and submerged. Like he's enveloped in something too close, too searing hot. What is unusual is the fact that there's no one dredging him back up, showing him which direction is which, how to breathe again. When his eyes shoot open, it's to soft light. Softer surroundings. Sheer fabric, the precious glint of metal tones. Breathing — breathing not his own. Weight not his own. Senses illuminating, he smells sugar, skin. He's likely awake first, consciousness needled into overdrive. It's enough to take note of the decadent surroundings, the fresh press of his white tuxedo studded with sapphire and gold accents. Reaching immediately for his left ear, he finds the hoop earring gone and replaced with a chunk of diamond.
He could be frightened. He could be confused, allowing the growing knot in the pit of his stomach to twist upwards at his emotions. But as he feels someone else stir beside him, he opts to allow this atmosphere to take him. Newlyweds. Devotion. Love. Propping himself up on one elbow to gaze downward, his eyes crinkle fondly at their corners as if he's been waiting all his life for this moment. ]
Good morning~ ♥ [ He smiles like he has a secret. (He doesn't, but when in Rome.) ] Did you sleep well, darling?
B — WELCOMING: [ Given time to sit in the splendor of the suite arranged just for them, Kizuna eventually happens upon the most blatant and yet unassuming of the gifts: the little velvet boxes. Snapping one open on its soft hinges, Kizuna takes out the wedding band, peering at it amiably. ]
Hmm. Shall we see if it's a perfect fit?
[ Kizuna removes it from the box and fearlessly slips it onto his ring finger for size. It's then that he stills, golden eyes pinning wide for a moment, pupils looking... strange. Whatever it's done to him, it's enough to send a crack ribboning through his otherwise stable demeanor. It lasts only a second before he shifts, fussing with the band before flashing an apologetic smile. His shroud of whimsy momentarily peels back and reveals the sincerity beneath. ]
I know it's tradition, but maybe you shouldn't try this on. Still, look at that.
[ A leading glance at the rest of the wedding gifts. ]
Lucky us, there's so many other things to open.
— ODDS, NEW ARRIVAL.
OCTOPI: [ If you thought you would get a brief respite from the theatrics of the resort above, you'll probably have the misfortune of witnessing a pathetic sight in the depths of the caverns below: Kizuna with his once-nice pants rolled up to his knees, hauling ass through the water. Behind him, a sticky surge of creatures roils behind him, hot on his trail. In his panic, he has not yet had the foresight to try and vault up onto one of the carved ledges. ]
Noooo, I hate fighting!! But I don't have enough [ hands ] [ holes ] attention for all of you, I'm sorry! Wah —
[ He stumbles, looking like he might eat shit in the water. ...there is also a tiny octopus happily latched onto his back that he hasn't actually noticed yet. ]
— WELCOME, ELEVATORS.
A — THE HARD-UP MAIDEN (ota kinks): [ Taking the elevator in a fancy casino, sure. Having company in that elevator? Also not really out of the ordinary, regardless of his curiosities and how they spread through him like a fever. But where agitation should be there is only eerie smoothness, acceptance held over a deep reservoir of observation. Which is why when the elevator lurches on its cables and grinds to a halt, he's more ready to listen to the pleas of the painted maiden-fair than he ought to be.
In fact, there's a sort of downhearted look in his eyes as he hums low in his throat, considering the options. ]
You know, I do feel sorry for her.
[ Yes, this is what he's focusing on rather than escaping. ]
B — THE TEASING TRIO (ota kinks): Aha. ☆ Did you hear them? We look cute together.
[ Evidently, Kizuna either doesn't think it's weird that 1. the elevator has just plain stopped, or 2. the painting is not only talking, but playing a little bit of matchmaker. Not his first rodeo? Has he simply given up any hope for normalcy? After the last few encounters in this place, it seems he's just gone full tilt and let his suspension of disbelief take over his better senses (most of which are a wreck by now anyway, but shh, he won't be the first to let on.) ]
What do you think? [ A capricious and very obliging wink. ] Should we prove it?
— FREE LOVE.
EROTIC ENCOUNTERS (cw: crossdressing): [ Hello, perhaps you've had the misfortune of encountering Kizuna fresh out of Alice and the Parrots. Not for the Adorable and Sexy line, but, well — well.
Here he is, decked out in full maid gear: a beautiful full skirt affixed to his waist by an expertly fitted apron hemmed in ruffles. Each seam and crease seems to mold to his body thanks to the tailors; crowned with a little headband and armed with a fluffy feather duster, he looks more pleased to be wearing this costume than his usual disposition might suggest, given the circumstances. Almost as if he's been here before... but anyway.
With a flirty flip of his skirt, he grins. ]
Pretty, right? A lot of craftsmanship went into this! It shows, don't you think? [ Fixing the nearest onlooker with a cheeky gaze, he approaches and gives a flick of the duster over their cheek. ] And you'll never guess what I'm wearing underneath~ ♥
[ Unclear whether it's the costume or if he's just Like This. ]
— POP UP.
A — WEDDING SLOT MACHINE (ota sweet or spicy pulls, can rng as we go): I've had my fill of marital bliss, I think.
[ Kizuna remarks with no ill-will, instead meaning to commiserate with anyone exploring the Chapel like he is. Might as well, given the sorts of things he's gotten up to so far. Leave no stone unturned, so forth. He's instead eyeing the slot machines thoughtfully. There are some suspect slots on there, but hey.
Giving a toss of his head towards the mechanical whirring and jingling, his gaze is quieter but no less outgoing. ]
But we are in a casino. Want to test one of the slot machines with me? [ Removing one of his hands from his pocket, he gives his watch an enterprising little wiggle. ] I've heard the money's good.
B — BRIDAL SUITE (he's fucking dying bro): [ In the end, Kizuna finds himself in remarkably similar surroundings to what he'd awoken in: the luscious trappings of a bridal suite, meant to charm and ensnare and soothe the ache of being alone somewhere new. It's been a good distraction. Intimacy has always been Kizuna's first offense when he stands to gain something (understanding, knowledge) but it has always come at a price. Because he's come here alone, no one is going to remind him of that, least of all himself.
Which is why anyone looking to escape to one of the bridal suites in the Phoenix Chapel will find one occupied, but not in the way they might think. Seated on the edge of the bed, Kizuna pinches his brow briefly before sliding his fingers towards his earlobe, clutching the diamond earring there like a lifeline. ]
Aah, turn it off, turn it off... I might really die at this rate. [ With a defeated sigh, he flops over, too listless to really express the frustration he feels. A puff of rose petals shoots out from his weight — and it's then he realizes he's not alone, staring upside-down and haggardly at whoever's wandered in. ] Oh.
[ He squints in the low halo of candlelight and can't find it in himself to sit upright. ]
( It's annoying enough trying to traverse these tunnels in a wedding dress. Esikko has pulled up the ends enough to tie them into a knot at his side, making it easier to move his legs freely— but he's still trying to be careful to avoid sloshing through too much water, let alone facing down those tentacles...
But someone running screaming down the tunnel makes that a little difficult. The pink haired prince is right in the path of Kizuna, and while he's in the perfect position to catch the stranger who's just stumbled straight towards him—
He side steps instead, not wanting to get dragged into that water. He watches Kizuna fall with a splash, expression a little flat as he then tries to scramble up and out to the carved ledges himself. )
Oops. Ah, you know, you should really be more careful—
( The splashes of octopi following quickly after are deafening, and he scrambles, barely making it to the edge, and hardly in any stable position. )
[ A weighty, high quality quilt isn't particularly unusual for someone used to a comfortable amount of luxury like Gaku, but the crystals and light music are a bit much. Even so, he doesn't stir until the beeping of his Watch becomes obnoxious enough that he finally sits up and messes with it until he gets it to go silent, his brain slowly catching up to the unfamiliarity of everything around him, including the crisp, well-fit tuxedo he currently has on.
Furrowing his brows, Gaku looks around at the canopied bed, the quilt pooled around his hips, and then... at the person next to him in bed.
This is new.
So new, in fact, that a wave of panic shoots through him and into his new spouse, courtesy of the charm in the gold band he has yet to notice on his ring finger. ]
Hey, you awake?
[ Sorry, that's the best he can do right now. ]
ii. fellow newlyweds;
[ Everything passes in what feels like a blur, so much so that he's barely realized it when he's found himself in one of the wedding lounges. Seeking something to hold onto, he grabs a mimosa and is soon in front of one of the clothing racks, the fingers of his free hand running curiously across the fine fabrics. ]
This is high quality...
[ Are they really allowed to just take these? ]
iii. elevators; (18+ only)
[ The paintings catch Gaku's eye from the moment he steps onto the elevator, intricate brushstrokes and beautiful portraits deserving of a closer look. He takes in all of the fine details, merely smiling and nodding at whoever joins him for the ride before turning back to the paintings. The elevator stops in the middle of its smooth ride, though, and Gaku quickly reaches out to place a steadying hand on the shoulder or arm of whoever he's with when it feels like the cabin drops a couple of feet. He's about to say something when one of the paintings speaks up before he can, and he quickly lets go of his new friend, distracted by the novelty of a painting speaking at all. ]
iii-a. hard-up maiden;
[ The more the maiden speaks, the less Gaku thinks she's all that maidenly and the more his cheeks flush. He feels warm, like the elevator has become swelteringly hot, but he's all too aware that it's him.
He takes a breath, collecting himself. It seems to work well enough, because he has no trouble looking his company right in the eye. ]
What do you wanna do about this?
[ It's clear that working together is the only way they'll get out, so he figures they should start somewhere. ]
iii-b. teasing trio;
[ Something cute or sweet? That's not a big deal. Gaku's an idol, he does cute or sweet on the regular, whether that be in a drama he guest stars in or a photoshoot. That's why it's easy enough for him to channel that energy, cute and definitely sweet, as he grins at his companion. ]
Sounds easy. [ He holds out his hand. ] Come on.
[ Though if the trio wants more... well, he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it. ]
iv. slots slots slots;
[ Gaku has always considered marriage to be a precious thing, so much so that despite challenging his ideas of marriage the very moment he arrived, he still finds himself marveling at the way guests treat it so casually. But guests will do whatever they like regardless of Gaku's own feelings, so he watches them do just that before he finds himself curious enough to try out one of the slot machines.
He feels almost lucky, his first challenge simply: give a piggyback to someone new on the dancefloor. It's easy enough that he has no problem picking someone out from the crowd and asking them with a grin: ]
Want a piggyback ride?
v. wildcard;
[ Feel free to hit me with one of the prompts I didn't cover, including other slots challenges (though I ask that anything spicy or romantic be with characters 18+ only)! Feel free to PM me to work out a different prompt or custom starter as well. ]
[Nova has been meandering through the casino hall pretty aimlessly so far. he's definitely feeling overwhelmed, not simply because of what is going on around him, but for more of the idea of it all. is he really safe here? could he finally relax, after years of not relaxing?
the question catches him off-guard. he turns to look at the person who just spoke with a curious expression. the man is tall, whereas Nova, even as an adult, stands at about 166 centimeters. he'd be easy for this person to lift, for sure! he's also in a relaxed wedding dress, since he hasn't been able to change out of it yet. he did kick off the matching pink pumps a while back.
while he is a demon, he has grown accustomed to masking his demonic features, so a normal human will see just another human. for now. if he deems this place safe, maybe he'll stop using his ability]
Uh...?
[a challenge! his Watch beeps but he ignores it in favor of trying to figure out what's going on]
[Well, as abductions go, this is arguably one of the more bizarre ones that could've unfolded, isn't it?
Whatever it is that rouses Rufus from his reverie, it's surprisingly not the sound of the watch; he's too light and too vigilant a sleeper for that, more likely to come awake fast from a shift of weight on the mattress that shouldn't be there, or the movement of a bit of fabric that registers wrong. Regardless, he finds himself awake prior to his companion, cracking his eyes open into thin slits as he takes stock of the situation he's found himself in as best he can without letting on that he's even awakened at all.
There's a loosely-knotted tie around his neck — good thing it's slack, or he supposes he might've choked himself on it in his sleep — and the brush of a stiff collar near the line of his jaw. Not the clothes he would've gone to sleep in. Also not the clothes he last remembers wearing. Someone's changed his attire while he was unconscious? The thought makes a little twist of frustration burn in the pit of his stomach — it can't be helped, but still, the possibility that he might've been handled while unawares is...
Not important right now. Back to assessment.
There's music. The lights are soft but the room is well-lit enough to make out shapes. Are those...balloons? The scent in the air is unmistakably floral, and delicate without being cloying. Either someone's spending a lot of money to make their abductees comfortable, or there's more to this picture than it initially seems. So what, then — a power move? Who gains from something like this?
Well. Barring the arrival of any other source of information not currently present, the only obvious avenue is the warm body apparently tucked into bed beside him.
He moves carefully, but works fast, taking care not to let the mattress dip or jostle as he yanks the tie from his throat and turns it into a makeshift set of bonds; he's under no illusion that it'd do much more than slow his mysterious companion down less than a minute should they actually try to break free, but a lot can happen in a minute and it's more time than he'll need if things should happen to go that way.
...Which is how you might just find yourself waking up with your hands tied. That's not awkward at all, is it? Also, who's that blond guy prowling the room? Maybe he knows what's going on — or maybe he'll at least pretend he does so as not to give the appearance that he's got no fucking clue how any of this happened, either.]
B. WELCOME — ELEVATORS
[It's not quite his trademark outfit, but fortunately the wedding lounges boast a selection of high-quality options in a variety of colors, which means that by the time Rufus has hit the bank of elevators, he's reasonably back to his usual sense of style — a structured white coat, black gloves, black suit. (Probably he sashays a little bit less as he's walking around because there aren't USELESS BELTS HANGING OFF EVERYWHERE ALL OVER IT.) He's got his hair sorted out, his Watch on his wrist, his supposed "wedding band" in its box in his pocket — who knows, it might come in handy — and he's ready to take the lay of the land.
(He's not even going to remark about the fact that he's evidently got to share his elevator with another guest instead of them just knowing to leave him alone to it, this Miranda Priestly fuck that he is.)
Of course, then the elevator grinds to a halt, and his otherwise impassive expression turns slightly harder and more guarded as the painting begins to speak, and without moving his head, his gaze flicks between the chattering artwork and the person he's once again been trapped with...]
If it's the JUDGMENTAL JOHN...[...and a smirk crawls at the edge of his mouth, and he folds his arms across his chest, affecting disinterest.]
Our crimes? That's a weighty accusation to be made on no proof.
[He glances over to you, beside him in the elevator, still smirking faintly.]
Not claustrophobic, are you? Seems we might be here a while.
If it's the TEASING TRIO...[...and his expression goes flat, almost exasperated, and he glares at the portrait like he instinctively thinks he can just stare it down into submission if his singular look is vehement enough.]
What a waste of time.
[Cute? Sweet? Flirting? It's not even that the entrapment itself is offensive — it is to be sure — but that the penalty is something as insipid as this. Like, really? They're supposed to put on some meaningless performance of sugary-sweet nonsense just to entertain this artwork?
Ridiculous. He's not looking altogether happy as he glances over at you about this.]
You might as well get this over with, then.
[...does he. Does he think you're just going to fangirl over him, or...]
C. CASINO CHAPEL — SLOT MACHINES
[Now this is more like it — the foundation of what really seems to be going on around here. With a drink in his hand that he actually isn't drinking much from, Rufus is doing a very small amount of mingling and a whole lot of observing, watching the surrounding passerby as they interact with the slot machines. Some seem delighted by their pulls; others seem a little dejected as they check the results sent to their Watches, but the common denominator of all of it seems to be heading off to act out with others. Which is less than ideal from a perspective of personal preference, sure, but what's interesting is how no one really seems to question it. Quite the contrary, playing along seems to be the means for personal advancement, if the standards of Game 52 are any indication...
And he's yet to be assigned his Game 52 number. Which mean he's probably being observed right now while the determination is weighed. Which means if he's assigned a unsatisfactory designation, he'll be less desirable to others, with fewer avenues for advancement — to say nothing of the personal detriments.
In other words, he's going to have to play this game. More than that, he's going to have to play it well.
It's not as though he's averse to simply lunging right into the difficult machines — what's the use of playing at all if you're not going to gun for the high reward, whatever the risks? — but there's something to be said for making sure he's tested the game for any potentially unpleasant twists or surprises first, so possibly a run or two of the easy machines couldn't hurt, either. What matters is that he's able to get his foothold where he needs it to be, after all — and it's just as important to make sure his performance looks natural as it is to make sure that it's what this assigning committee wants.
His first easy roll proves to be: ADMIT A KINK | SOMEONE NEW | ON THE DANCE FLOOR. His first difficult roll proves to be: FINGER | FACE | IN THE COAT CLOSET.
...Great. He's got his work cut out for him, then, doesn't he. If you're in one of those two places, maybe he'll approach you...?]
D. WILDCARD & NOTES
[If none of the above prompts are working for you, I'm also happy to write custom starters or roll with wildcard tag-ins for other aspects of the resort and TDM!
OTA to anyone for gen encounters, 20+ only for spice; Rufus himself is 30 in this incarnation with no gender preference.
Please feel free to PM this journal with questions about specific kinks or ideas! I'm really excited to give him a spin and see how this goes.]
[Aerith had been minding her business, comfortable in her pink sweater dress with ribbon accents, floral stockings and ankle boots. Her hair had finally dried after her unceremonious dunking in the caves into a mass of unruly curls held back from her face by a pink ribbon. Content to simply enjoy the new artwork since she'd never been able to check out the galleries up on the Plate, she'd been content to sip her rose latte in peace.
Until she saw who stepped into the elevator with her.
Aerith managed not to choke, or even make a face more than a slight widening of her eyes before she looked away. Maybe if she didn't look at him he wouldn't notice her, or better yet, recognize her, which was the most ideal situation out of all of them.
At least until the elevator lurches to a halt and she has to brace herself before she topples into him. Well, good thing she had a fairly decent sense of balance still, patting her dress back into place and grateful she hadn't spilled the last of her latte. Pausing in the middle of straightening her clothes, Aerith freezes, then squints up at him.]
...Excuse me?
[Is...is he joking? He must be joking. Aerith checks behind herself just in case but no, they really are the only ones here aside from the painting, and she puts her free hand on her hip as she frowns up at him.]
You don't seriously expect me to do all the work, do you?
[ The last thing that Vi remembers is the feeling of cold rain cutting through her skin like a knife.
Instead she awakes, bone dry and mildly delirious. Oil and water, but there's no water here but the faint sweat beading on her brow as panic momentarily wells up inside of her. She looks around, disoriented, expecting metal and concrete, like the last few days, weeks, were nothing but a dream. And then her vision focuses, and her panic parts, and for a moment she realizes that she's sitting in luxury, almost decadence, and her first thought is simply - Cupcake - but that isn't right, either. Nor can it be. Oil and water. She'll never set foot in the Kiramman house again, obviously, and she tells herself she wouldn't even want to.
But then where is she? Pillows, heavy blanket, curtains. That blearing alarm of some kind. She looks around for the source, before realizing it's coming from her wrist, and when she glances down she can see that she's not - dressed as she had been. No. She'd remember putting on a tux, she's sure of that, but here she is.
And she's not alone.
Again she has a flash of blue hair and cutely gapped teeth. Pushes it brusquely aside. That is over, that is a fantasy, and this is something else. Another time, she might be sweeter, but the thought has left her cold, and disoriented, and grim, and she wants to know where the fuck she is and who the fuck dragged her here, and not having the answers to that question is making her head hurt.
Only one person who might, she supposes, so she pushes gently but firmly at a shoulder. Maybe they don't deserve worse, so she'll be nice. Ish. ]
Get up. I don't usually share my bed with strangers.
02. YOU'RE HOT, CHOCOLATE [ Among the skills that Vi has had to learn on the street? Compartmentalizing.
She doesn't want to be here. That's just the kind of constant background noise of her mind. Piltover and the undercity are in a state of chaos, Powder is still on the run, Silco is still in danger of making trouble, the council isn't going to get anything done - but she can't worry about any of that at the moment, can she? She can't worry about what's going on outside the walls, because otherwise it's going to eat the inside of her mind with greedy, crumb-mouthed bites. She learned that, years ago, surrounded by concrete and iron and echoing, monstrous voices.
At least this is a prettier prison, full of prettier people. The thought of not being able to leave makes her skin itch and her bones feel tight, but she can live with it. So she tells herself, anyway.
So she stalks around, wanders, tries to get the lay of the land, and maybe it's inevitable she ends up there. A sweets shop, all baked goods and creamy treats and chocolate, and called Great Tit? Yeah, it feels like more than a bit targeted at her, and she stares at the cupcakes in the window with a slight dry displeasure before deciding that she isn't going to deny herself anything. Or let anyone else do it, either.
There's a crowd, thick and urgent and pushing. For something. For what? Eh, Vi isn't really that concerned with the details. It must be good and it must be delicious, and throwing her stamp on this place by taking something that she wants, even if she doesn't fully know what it is, sounds like just the way to get her head straight. The fact that this is terrible logic goes unconsidered. Once a criminal, always a criminal, maybe.
The truffles demand a fight, and they get one. Her fists aren't rusty, that's for damn sure, or her elbows, or her knees. She muscles her way through the crowd without much difficulty, surrounded mostly by the soft and fussy type that look like they belong topside, and very, very topside indeed. Pushes them aside and ends up stumbling out with a box in her hands containing - truffles, she guesses? She doesn't really care, about that or about Alessandro. She cares about a win. Besides, it's to help this game, right? 52? Maybe that's her ticket out, or into a brighter Piltover. Maybe she has to cling to that.
And a game demands playing. She zeroes in on someone quickly enough, bouncing the box in her palm. Someone pretty, and maybe someone that it looks like she can bulldoze over at first glance. This may or may not be a horrible judgement of character. ]
Hey there. Sweet treat for a sweet treat? [ she asks, holding the box somewhat proudly, with a crooked grin on her face. ]
03. GOING DOWN, OBVIOUSLY [ Claustrophobia, Vi thinks, is a strong word. Mostly because she doesn't like thinking that she has fear in her heart, or would ever enjoy admitting to it, because that's not the kind of person she is. Right? Right.
But the simple fact is, one can't spend years, years, trapped in a five-foot-by-five-foot box, no freedom, no escape, without developing a few, shall we say, hang ups about the matter. Vi was already not thrilled with taking an elevator down to the bottom floor, and she was pretty sure to begin with that she should have taken the stairs to begin with, but maybe, just maybe, she saw someone pretty slipping in through the door and decided to take a chance.
She needs to stop leading with her face. Or her heart. Or maybe something a little lower.
Because now the elevator has shuddered to a heart, and she is not thrilled with the matter. Less thrilled, in fact, that the large and ornate painting of two women in the room? Has gone ahead and started talking, and she's worried at first that she's been dosed with something, or - you are your sister's sister, aren't you? - no no, it can't be that - but then the other occupant of the elevator is reacting, too. At least she's not imagining it. Or crazy. ]
"Aren't you two cute? Show us some flirting, give us a treat! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit.
Not happening, [ Vi snaps, trying to turn away. It, of course, doesn't help. ]
What do we like? Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?"
[ And all Vi can do is turn her head, look over her should and shoot her companion a look. Should we? ]
04. WILDCARD BITCHES, YEEHAW [ or truly just pick the "go with god" option, I am down. vi is feeling scrappy and more than a little feisty at the moment on account of the kidnapping and the disorientation and the recently breaking up with her maybe romance because feelings are hard (tm).
as far as smut goes, i still need to put up a kink list but the answer to most things is "yes" and her "no" list isn't anything out of the ordinary. she likes topping but pretty girls can and sometimes do make her brain run out of her ears so do with that what you will. men are going to have an uphill battle at this point to get in her pants, and she's going to be, mmmm, shall we say brusque when she does indulge. good luck. ]
[ Don't get her wrong, Hilda has a healthy sweet tooth that she keeps to some level of moderation so she can watch her figure. And while she has been known to throw some elbows and act in somewhat underhanded ways to get her hands on the last sweet bun before the rest of her sweet-toothed, bottomless pit friends could the frenzy happening outside Great Tit! is a little too much for her.
Goddess knows she loves a show though. Even if some of the guests fighting for a box of truffles weren't easy on the eyes, it's an amusing sight to watch all the same. As curious as she is to try them, there could be other ways to try these frenzy-inducing truffles. Eventually it becomes apparent that some people are either walking away defeated or emerging victorious. One victor in particular draws her gaze thanks to the shock of magenta hair. Funny how they both seem to be thinking the exact same thing in slightly different ways: this looks like someone she'd have fun wrapping around her finger.
Hilda doesn't even have to budge from her spot. The woman's line is met with a flattered laugh as she does a quick glance around even though it's clear she's the one being addressed. ]
For me? You aren't going to have any yourself? You worked so hard for them after all.
( Esikko woke wearing what almost could be a normal dress, if the inner skirt hadn’t been made so thin it was completely transparent. It’s got accents of red along with the pale creamy color of its base, and the red floral ornament pinning part of his hair up matches it perfectly. Red marks below his eyes only further blend the piece together. Overall, he doesn’t seem too bothered by the attire, at least not by the time he’s separated himself from his “spouse” and moved to the lounge proper.
His eyes are immediately drawn to two things: the clothing up for grabs, and the free drinks. He can be found both places, lounging and taking small sips of his drink, or thumbing through and selecting any of the clothing that suits his styles. He arrived here without backups, after all, so he’s going to need to keep these. Thanks.
Of course, his eyes are also on the other visitors to the lounge, particularly anyone who looks especially nervous, upset, or any sort of emotional. He looks rather calm himself, but that doesn’t mean he is. Still, he smiles at the stranger, placing a hand gently over his own chest as he leans in. )
I’m not the only one surprised by these events, then?
⚘ ii. some octward situations ( possible CW: tentacles, dubcon, aphro, embarrassment. I can npc the tentacles if requested c: )
a. witness ( It’s by chance that Esikko has wandered into these deep tunnels. A penchant for finding secret passageways can lead you plenty of places, it turns out, but he hardly expected to find company, let alone in a situation like this. Splashing, someone running, or at least someone having tried to before the tentacles of a mature octopus curled around them and slithered up. The stranger before Esikko is held firmly, and more tentacles rise from the water to join the firsts.
He lets out a soft breath of surprise, but that’s not enough to draw the attention of the octopi away from the stranger. Not yet, anyway. He has to be careful in his movements, but his eyes meet the eyes of the stranger before him, and he wonders briefly…
Does he help? Or would that put him in a bad situation? Maybe staying and watching until the octopi are satisfied would be the best move. )
(( ooc: Let me know if you have a preference for him just watching/voyeur style, getting grabbed in addition, or even somehow replacing your character in the situation for some sweet revenge. otherwise I’ll wing it! ))
b. baby octopi ( Getting out of the tunnels is another story. Esikko has been wandering, wading through water in his wedding dress for what feels like an eternity. At some point, he’d picked up a small creature like the ones that had been so friendly— it was cuddly, in some ways, crawling up to his neck and settling just between his shoulder and his neck. But it fidgeted, and it moved often, and as it did, the heart shaped marks it left behind grew more and more irritated. Esikko chalks it up to the nasty water they must be wading through and his own delicate skin. The creature is leading him out, after all.
Or that’s what he had been hoping, anyway. The moment he runs across someone new, the small octopus hops from him and over to the stranger in question. Whether it’s then chased away or allowed to roam, Esikko is left to practically collapse against the wall of the tunnel, surprised by just how much these marks itch.
He doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself by scratching or rubbing against walls, but the urge is coming quickly, and so he breathes out a soft laugh, hoping to distract from his… state. )
I’d advise against touching that thing.
⚘ going up ( OTA kinks, set up to be the punisher but can have that flipped easily if desired )
( Crimes? Oh, crimes. There are numerous that Esikko could confess to, of course, and so there’s a pause from him after the painting prompts the two inhabitants of the elevator to reveal their sins. He hardly wants to admit to anything large scale. He hardly wants to admit to anything at all, but.
It’s clear this painting is causing trouble, and Esi has to look over himself in times like this. If possible, he’s going to confess after someone else does. But if there are eyes on him and he’s forced to, he’ll say his confession first. )
Very well. I’ll confess. ( He pauses, almost for emphasis, his eyes sliding from the person beside him back to the painting. )
I stole a book from my father. ( Good luck having a lesser crime than that! )
⚘ let’s matchies ( gen or smut possible )
( There is such a large variety here that Esikko doesn’t know where to begin. He enjoys fashion, trying on clothes, posing, so on and so forth, but… As his thumb slides across the sexy plumber outfit, he realizes that he has no idea what some of these are meant to be. He has no direction.
So, for the fun of it, he slides up to someone new, casual and pleasant. )
What do you think? ( Of the clothes, the anything… But more than that: ) Should we try something on together?
⚘ wildcard & ooc notes
( ooc. hello! I have a tiny bit of info on him here, and hope to have more as I work on my app. If you’re interested in tagging but need more ideas, feel free to PM me. ♥ oh, also he's 20, male-leaning bisexual and prefers to top, but will bottom for the Right Circumstances. )
( some people might be more concerned to wake up in a strange place. for kirma, between a real mattress (!), a soft pillow (!!), and a warm room (!!!), he finds himself with little to no reason to be concerned. if anything, the rare luxury is enough to lull him back to sleep, more enchanting than a lullaby. just five more minutes... or hours...
this persists until he makes the mistake of rolling and discovers he is less alone in the bed than he would prefer. he should've expected much, but— can nothing be easy? (no, of course not.) this bitterness is not enough to make him roll away, half draped over esi's back, but it is enough to make him heave a deep sigh. a second later, and he's pushing himself up into a sit, with the reluctance and dread of someone walking to their execution.
a wedding is the same thing, really.
surveying the room and seeing the decorations makes his ears flick. huh. he glances down, at both of them; his outfit is nothing special, but esi's sure is lacking, in a specific way. it takes a moment's evaluation before he can truly articulate his thoughts on the situation: )
[ the first thing that he notices as he rolls onto his side is that... it's spacious. wherever he is. the sensation of being somewhere that isn't a bunk or a smaller but still appropriately sized perro bed accompanies it. the second thing that hung also realizes is how tight he feels. that whatever he's wearing is pressing his fur down in an uncomfortable manner. what he normally sleeps in varies from night to night; cozy is as cozy does and he can find it in any temperature.
oh, and the third? that he's not alone.
and that's when he opens his eyes slowly: one after the other. that the opulent setting around him, from the sparkling gems dangling from the curtains and the ceiling and the hint of perfume and freshly cut flowers start to agitate his nose and he just.
sneezes. hard.
unceremoniously (after scaring himself a little), he falls out the bed with a loud THUMP and a groan. it doesn't matter how freaking ridiculous it looks around him and his assumably sleeping bedpartner when the carpet isn't plush enough to keep his weight from aggressively shaking the floor and the mattress.
anyway. as he looks up, he pops his head from over the side, horn first before the rest of his canid muzzle appears. then a moment of awkward silence before he whispers: ]
Hey, sorry about that. Hope I didn't wake you.
[ he's not going to stand up yet. he's wearing Something but it might as well be Nothing. ]
ii.) elevators - the teasing trio
[ after finding clothes that fit him, hung is out of the suite. he's on a mission. if he's here, then surely there has to be others from his detective agency? if not them, then some of the rhodes island operators?? without a shield and without a weapon, this could be pretty dangerous. after all--- if his assumed kidnappers could knock him out, dress him up in... 'clothes'... put him in the most comfortable bed he's ever slept in, and not somehow like. hurt him? other than slap a watch on his wrist?? that's something. call him overly sensitive but this is the last thing he expects to happen after having a nice meal of fried rice!
so he gets into the first one that opens that's also going down, not paying attention to whoever else might already be inside. never mind the paintings that are hung in the elevator as well; hung is already gearing up for some kind of confrontation, so he's a little on edge.
which... when the painting does speak, hung's reaction is. well. he repeats the key words, puzzled and already beginning to feel exhausted. ]
Cute? Sweet? With them?
[ tilts his head towards his elevator partner. and then he reaches up to scratch above one of his temples, grimacing. ]
What kind of game is this?
iii.) the confessional
[ the slim booth is what catches his attention as he passes by, noting how quiet it is? how it seems unoccupied from the outside. that hung desperately needs a moment or two to collect his thoughts and away from the prying eyes and loud voices of others. he's not getting cat-called... he's been getting dog-called. and every suggestive comment from a nameless, faceless resort-goer has made his cheeks redden and his tail droop. how's a modest and modest perro like him supposed to get around without feeling the heat of someone's gaze! and he really feels like he sticks out like a sore thumb, too.
so this is why he opens the booth's door and immediately climbs in, careful not to bump his head or horn against the ceiling. whether he either bumps into someone else who's been hiding or ends up being the one getting encountered soon after is... well, it doesn't matter that much. there's now a big dog in the smaller space, fur and muscle and all. that's it.
though he'll still greet them with the same awkward smile and shrug.]
iv. wildcard/ooc notes.
[ spicy stuff limited to m/m. pm me for any questions, other scenarios/situations, whatever. tyty~ ]
[He can't help but stare a little - Nathaniel has seen a fair amount of alien species in his time, but he's been surrounded by humans for so long that someone Clearly Not That grabs his attention - but he's glad the paintings distract them both so that the man won't consider him rude for it. Well, then.]
[He smiles, tilting his head in return.]
Looks like they just want a bit of flirting. Maybe a little more. Kind of an easy game to win, right? No losers, as far as I can see.
[ the bottom of a bottle usually implies a hangover in the morning, leon knows, but he's never had a problem with wild dreams like this. it doesn't take him long to put two and two together, puzzling out easily that this is less of a dream and more like a nightmare; kidnapping is the word dancing on the tip of his tongue, but he's got no one to bitch about it to. so his beloved other half gets left behind for the moment as he takes stock of the place, gently closing the door behind him. they just look too peaceful to disturb, and it's better off they wake up without a strange man in the room with them, too. then again, he wants to come back and see how they're doing... well, he'll work it out later.
the preamble, long as it is, primarily only exists for one reason: it's the backstory for how leon finds himself in the hallways of the resort, splashed in golden reflections from warm light, and looking severe despite the boyband haircut and baby blue eyes. ]
Hey. [ dressed in a well-fitted tuxedo, it's hard to move as quickly and freely as he usually does, but he eventually catches up to someone who looks helpful enough. are they? he's sure he can make them be so. ] I'm looking for someone with a high rank.
[ bad choice of words, probably. ]
judgmental john
[ he's politely adjusting his cufflinks, looking away when someone steps into the elevator with him. gold isn't his first choice with this sort of thing, but it looks like the whole place's thing is luxury, and silver represents second for a reason. leon supposes it could be worse— weapons gone, nothing but a pilfered steak knife tucked away in his pocket, and as married as a drunkard in vegas for a weekend. in comparison to some of the shit he's dealt with, this is just a sneaking mission.
there's a polite nod of his head— bland acknowledgement— when someone enters, and he keeps looking away, paying no heed to the portraits that all seem to heckle and babble needlessly as they stir. leon and the stranger manage their way in silence (or simple responses if he's found himself with a chatterbox), but the whole contraption comes to a screeching, shuddering halt that knocks him off balance, knees buckling with surprise. all the while— ]
Sinners in my elevator?!
Great. [ with a scoff, he re-orients himself. judgmental john keeps prattling on, only for leon to cut in: ] You can tell someone who cares. [ he turns, looking over the stranger's shoulder and reaching for the call button, except... ]
Look at that. [ no call button. awesome, he thinks, sarcastically. ] Guess you call the shots here, huh.
[ there's a sympathetic twitch to his expression when leon meets the stare of his fellow long sufferer. can you believe this shit, his look says. can you. ]
slot machines
[ GIVE A PIGGYBACK. TO SOMEONE BORROWED. ON THE DANCEFLOOR.
a huff leaves him as leon takes a step back from the slot machine. it sits, expectantly, as he takes stock of the area. ] Simple enough. [ famous last words, probably.
it takes him a few moments to pick out his target: someone who looks like they might want to get rescued from whatever dance they've been dragged into. maybe it's the curl of their lips, maybe it's the furrowing of their brow, maybe it's the way they speack to their dance partner, but training has him reading body language easily enough. when leon cuts in— ]
Mind if I cut in?
[ he makes eye contact for a moment before dropping to one knee, back facing you. he gestures, hands behind his back, fingers wiggling, for you to hop on already. if you wait too long, he pats his shoulder with one hand, and nods. ]
wildcard
[ please feel free to hit me up with your own prompt if you like! i'm OTA 20+ only. leon is twenty-seven and doesn't have a gender preference. other prompts that pinged me are great tit! and the confessional. regarding the slot machine prompt, i'm starting out easy, but would love to work up to the spicier stuff. he's a resident evil protagonist, he will be back.
if you would like to plot something out or have any questions, you can PM this account or PP me @ hagclub. thanks!! 💗 ]
[ she is not in her element. it's a far cry from space, from the everlasting war that is her life, a constant shuffle from one battle to another. she can't dance for shit; so there's a 6 foot 3 woman, awkwardly doing one half of a two step as someone a tad too invested tries to probe her into moving -- like poking a statue forged from rusted marble.
she doesn't catch his drift at first. maybe because nobody has been stupid enough to think they can carry her -- not since she was a child. but eventually, she takes the leap, shifting her weight onto him with a quirk of the brow. ]
[ well.. laika knows humanity well enough to know it's quite rude and inappropriate to go around naked, so they'll need to find themselves something more comfortable to wear. at the moment, they're dressed in a simple silk robe, but they're filtering through the racks of clothing looking for something a little more appropriate to wear.. but it all seems so nice. fine fabrics, beautiful patterns and styles..
hmm. they're not sure they're fit to wear nice things.
laika frowns, their head tilting, long fluffy tail twitching as they survey the racks, pulling out one outfit, and then another, frowning as they hold the second one against their chest. they sigh. ]
I'm not sure that I'm worthy of such lovely fabrics..
elevators - pick your portrait;
[ ah, so you're stuck in a sexy elevator, hmm? good thing laika is here, and ready to help! when the lift grinds to a halt, they blink in surprise, both tall fox ears swiveling forward toward the chattering portrait. ]
Oh, dear..
[ they smile warmly, and dip their head in a respectful greeting to whatever unlucky person has been caught in here with them. they don't seem particularly put out, but they're certainly sorry for you. this is an unexpected and unfortunate occurrence, after all, when they're sure that their companion simply wants to be on their way. ]
Shall we do what they ask?
the nest - your new maid;
[ romantic costumes, hmm..?
well, they're not exactly a proper romantic partner for anyone, but.. they still love the idea, love the possibility of love and romance, so maybe they'll pick something up for later. they're quite tall, however, which means it would behoove of them to try anything on before committing.
which is how they find themselves in a maid dress, complete with stockings, frilly cuffs, and a ribbon tied between their furry ears. laika is a service android without even needing the influence of a charmed outfit, so one can only imagine how they might be while under the influence, as it were. smiling, they dip into a respectful little bow. ]
How may I serve you?
wildcard;
[ laika is a fox kemonomimi personal companion android! their information is over here if you'd like to familiarize yourself. i'm open to other prompts as well, feel free to come at me for anything! 18+ for sexy time partners. ]
[Zvei exits from one of the nearby rooms, missing a shirt (as one does, apparently) though still wearing formal slacks and hums to himself as he begins looking through the clothes. It seems he's looking for something very specific, given he flicks through most of them without a second glance - but whatever it is he's searching for doesn't seem to be readily available.
He just so happens to overhear Laika's statement and Zvei inclines his head curiously as he considers it, glancing up from the clothes he's searching through.]
Why not? They've seen fit to offer them to us, so surely they're meant to be used.
[OOC: Armis' whole gimmick is he has two bodies, but is a single person. Check out his at-a-glance for an idea of him! The body usually front manning/speaking is the very tall one. Any smut thread with him would be a three way. This is what he's built for.
CW: Armis is very handsy and aggressive. While I'll have him behave himself upfront with heeding boundaries, characters would need to ICly voice them. He's a chaotic-evil aligned character, so negative CR is VERY likely. If having your character touched presumptuously is a Big No, best that he is avoided!! He is a character who can lean into a lot of very heavy kinks, but I wouldn't spring those on anybody (I need to get a full list on his journal soon, wheeze.) Nothing heavy will be referenced without prior discussion. He's Open-To-Any for gen and 18+ for smut with any willing to handle two guys at once lol]
I. EVEN Arrival- WAKING UP (OTA, Multiple threads welcome, laughing that he would keep being assigned new partners)
[The poor soul waking up with Armis will find themselves the little spoon to a large man. Yes, even if they're somehow taller than 6' 5", Armis is clung to their back with both arms wrapped around their body.
Too tightly, mind you, his arms strong and firm, seemingly intent to hold his partner in place as much as possible.
Perhaps confusing, because across from the very much held person is... another guy. Armis' second body is laying at the far end of the bed, basically as far to the edge as is possible without slipping off. That body also has literally all of the blankets piled on top of him. Selfishly. Just a horn and his long, peacock green hair are really visible... and a golden chain, trailing to the wrist of the body holding their partner in too constraining a cuddle.
Shake him free or kick the further one off the mattress, it's better than continuing to be slowly crushed,]
Ib. FELLOW NEWLYWEDS (Evens) (OTA)
[Armis is dressed in something sharp on both accounts, his bodies having... differing fashion senses, but matching in all black and gold patterned looks. They're at a lounge, sat side-by-side. The shorter one is in a halter top with baggy pants tucked at the ankle into boots. He's leaned forward with his head boredly held in one hand, propped up on one knee, his legs out wide. The other, taller version of Armis is in a suit without the jacket or tie. His shirt is unbuttoned too damn far, his legs are crossed, and his arms are outstretched along the back ledge of the lounger. He's looking around at the other partners hanging around together.
A sharp whistle to whoever has caught his eye, the tall one of him giving a come-hither gesture of a sharp nailed finger. The tall one speaks with a very posh, higher pitched voice than one might expect,]
You got a cute one! [he laughs, flashing a smile of white teeth with golden fangs. His eyes gleam behind his glasses.]
Want to swap? [Armis is already sick of his assigned spouse, why not make a trade?]
II. LIMITED EDITION: CHOCOLATE BOXES (OTA)
[Armis has an edge in making his way through the crowd. That edge is turning into two whole grizzly bears. A whirlwind consumes each of his bodies and he's suddenly a lumbering pair of wild animals. Most people with sense scatter. He knocks over a few who are slow about making way.
When he gets to the front counter to receive his prize, he shifts his bodies back into his human shape. A flat hand slaps the bell,]
Service, please! [he feels assured he's going to be handed whatever the fuck he wants. This is not, in fact, true. The unimpressed and overworked cashier hands him one box. "It's limit one per person, sir."]
Do I look like one person? ["Staff is well aware of what you are, sir."
Armis' second body take a moment look briefly, cringingly embarrassed to take the one box allotted to him. Fine. It wasn't all that hard to get it, anyways! Maybe rush up to get the spot in line behind him while the coast is still pretty cleared out.]
III. Wildcard (Private only)
[Available to those who want to reach out to me directly! Very open to doing Spicy slot machine options! I can think of plenty more prompts for Armis, but want to keep this TL reasonable. HMU with a DM to this journal or danceintoastruggle if you'd like something specific with him. I'm unlikely to be tagging out with him much!]
[ The last thing Maomao knew she was comfortably sleeping in her room, dreams filled with ideas for medicines. Such wonderful dreams until the sensation of being crushed creeps in and her dreams turn less than pleasant. She shifts, kicking and grumbling. And when that doesn't seem to change anything she finally cracks her eyes open.
The first thing that quickly becomes apparent, this isn't her room. Her expression quickly turns to one of annoyance, just what she needs, a random kidnapping while she was sleeping peacefully in her room. She takes a moment to assess her new situation, only able to turn her head to take in her surroundings. Two men? Hard to tell with the other person when so little of them is visible.
Second, she realizes she's no longer dressed in her nightgown, instead, she's been put in some thin-fabriced frilly thing that almost resembles her usual undergarments from back home.
Third, she is slowly being crushed. That needs to be dealt with first and foremost. She gives a sharp kick in both directions, hoping that will wake one of the two. ]
( Frankly, for Integra, she could only describe the experience as "bewildering." Jolting wide awake on an unfamiliar bed, in unfamiliar garments, and a foreign ring on her finger, as though she'd made a bad mistake in Gretna Green. Moreover, she couldn't begin to comprehend the "hows" or "whys" of it all. Not when her last memories involved being taken into custody by the Vatican in a wartorn, and Nazi infested London. There was no way she could have been taken captive, and brought to such an extravagant venue on such short notice.
Someone was going to have words.
Least of all, the poor, hapless person lying in bed next to her. To which they are greeted by blue-eyed British woman with luscious blonde hair, glaring daggers into their eyeballs. )
Explain.
▶ teasing trio
( ...Really. They demand her to do what? In an elevator, with a stranger, no less. Her dissatisfaction with this news, and the dawning realization that she was, in fact, trapped, felt almost palpable, having to physically stop herself from attempting to kick in the elevator door.
With her arms crossed, she leans up against the wall; her curt voice laced with venom. )
Well, go on. Woo me.
( She sounds... so thrilled. )
▶ wedding slot machines (easy/difficult)
( And this was how she was expected to make money now. When in Rome, she supposed. Integra, had at least, resigned herself to the prospect, no matter how vulgar she otherwise thought it.
Reaching out a gloved hand, she tugs down on the lever. )
Ghastly, isn't it?
( She remarks, offhandedly. )
▶ wildcard
( Have something else in mind? Feel free to hit me with your own prompt, or slide into my DMs so we can discuss! My hard limit for the smuttier prompts is at 18+. I encourage y'all to take a look at my kinklist and DNI pages. )
[The thing is, Rufus has been watching this particular woman for a while now — not just because of their uncanny resemblance in looks and presence, but because of the way she seems to have been approaching the unusual situation they've found themselves in. Exasperated, but committed to doing what needs to be done. Reluctant to revel in the debauchery, but conscious of what can be gained by playing along.
He's hardly willing to go the length of calling her a kindred spirit, but maybe they can be mutually useful to each other. These things take two to tango, after all — and at least this way, the terms of engagement will probably be clear right from the start.]
Perhaps there's a way it can be circumvented.
[He's careful in how he stands, in relation to her — close enough to be conspiratorial, but without invading her personal space. He makes absolutely no move to touch her; he keeps his interest light and almost businesslike.]
They allege there are rewards to be had from all this. It'd be convenient if those rewards could be obtained quickly and without unnecessary fuss, wouldn't you agree?
An OOC NoteHey guys! Since previously declined characters are being given a second shot, I'm bringing Janus back in for a second round. I admit fully to dropping threads from the first TDM because of the decline, but if there's anyone who would want to pick them back up, please let me know because I'd be SUPER stoked to! (Especially those who got in and would like to use the threads for bonuses and such.)
Kink disclosure: hard nos will be bathroom kinks, fisting, and sounding. And since there will be some time shenanigans, I'll be taking him from a later point in his life so being fully tied down is also a no. Most everything else is either a really solid yes or an "I mean if it makes sense". If you have questions, DM me! Glad to be back and trying again!
▶ arrival; odds; about the octopi
[ how long has he been walking?
jan is so fucking tired of this corridor. he was having fun out there, getting to know people, getting to "know" people, and just generally having a real solid go of things. he wants to get back out there-- or anywhere, really. anywhere that isn't this long, endless, winding corridor. maybe the casino is a little unsettling in ways that he was only vaguely aware of before, if this fucking hallway is any indication. maybe he should be a little more cautious from here on. maybe he should--
oh shit that's a door.
jan practically sprints toward it, hoping against hope to see a familiar location on the other side. instead, he falls the moment he steps through into the darkness. he's not entirely sure how long he falls for, either; it could be just a second, it could be hours, but in that burst of time his head gets flooded with memories and faces and things he's apparently done but he has no recollection of. not immediately, anyway. his back hits water and he sinks for just a moment, too stunned to react right away as more of those memories come to him. it doesn't take long for him to right himself, gasping as he breaches the surface and stands.
ras. eri. jan scrambles to pull his now soaking shirt away from his body to look down and, yes, there it is, a tattoo on his chest of a sun and a moon surrounding a star. tears spring to his eyes unbidden and jan lifts a hand to hastily wipe them away, especially as he hears others splashing down into the water near him. he's not crying. he's not. but he feels different, now. older. more has happened to him. like he's been flashing back and forth between years on the ship and days in this casino over the last five seconds.
with a deep breath of composure he finally starts to move, only getting a few steps in when he feels something stick itself to the hand he's had trailing in the water. lifting it he can't help but smile at the little octopus that has stuck itself to him. a laugh escapes him and he reaches up with his not-stuck hand to give the little guy a gentle pat on the head. ]
Hi, friend. Do you live down here? [ there's a vague wiggling that jan assumes means yes. ] Great! Any chance you can show me the way out? [ there's another wiggle. ] Even better! Here, I'll put my hand back down into the water and you just pull me where we need to go, alright?
[ jan does exactly that, the little guy linking two tentacles around his fingers as he uses the others to swim forward. jan's too distracted to notice the odd rash that's started to rise along his skin, especially as he spies another person ahead of them. ]
Hey! Hi! I think I got a guide out of here, wanna come along?
▶ welcome; elevators; the hard-up maiden (( cw: entrapment and dubcon ))
Hey.
[ jan lifts his chin at whoever gets into the elevator with him, leaning into the corner to make sure there's enough appropriate space between them. he's idly going through the features on his watch, looking at all of the specials and holiday flair that the casino has to offer, when the elevator lurches to a halt. he stumbles a bit, casts a glance toward the other passenger, and is about to hit the call button for assistance when the fucking painting starts talking to them.
and demanding a show.
his eyes flit to his apparent partner in crime before going back to the painting again and he rubs the back of his neck as he looks around. ]
So uh. You stopped us, huh?
[ no answer. cool. cool. he's going to assume that's what that means. his eyes go to the other passenger again and he grins. ]
I mean I don't mind. What do you think?
▶ free love; fashion line; frilly dresses
Oh, I look cute as fuck.
[ jan does a little spin as he looks at himself in the mirror, trying very hard not to trip over the trail of fabric going down the back. while he's kept the stockings, he's opted for a pair of shoes that won't kill him when he tries to walk in them (he hopes). there's matching underwear underneath, and--
ok. he can't afford all of this. and it's such a departure from what he normally wears that it's a wonder he wants any of it in the first place. truth be told, it was the thought of what eri or ras would say or do to him if he went anywhere near them with something like this on that motivated him to try it in the first place. he's relatively certain they would both go feral.
so he can't afford it, but what he can do is stand in his full getup outside of the boutique with fliers and try to entice people passing by to come inside. the shopkeeper told him that if he could get five people to come in and buy something, it'd cover the cost of what he's picked out (read: been put in) as well. and honestly, he's here for a good time, and this outfit is providing exactly that. a few well-placed whispers, flirtatious bats of his eyes, and promises for something else later, have landed him at four sales so far.
jan smiles as another potential patron comes by and he waves them down, eyes bright and eager. ]
Hi! You, there! Yeah, you--no, ma'am, not you, I already talked to you--yes, you! Hi. Have you looked around Alice and the Parrots yet? They have something for everyone and are stocked for the current festivities!
▶ pop-up; wedding slot machines (( ooc; two prompts will be available for this one! ))
[ so it was dice before, and this time it's a slot machine? janus is okay with this. he waits his turn, grinning as he sees some of the things the machine lands on, wondering what sort of luck (or unluck, really) is about to come his way. he steps up, listens to the instructions, and pulls. ]
▷ easy
[ he watches as the dials spin before finally landing on his goal: admit a kink with someone cold in the batroom.
...alright.
jan slides away from the slot machine and heads to the nearest bathroom. he hangs out at the sink, turning the water on whenever someone comes inside so that it looks like he's just washing his hands. whenever a new person comes in, though, he lifts his head to make eye contact with them through the mirror and lets out a dramatic sigh. ]
Man, it sure is cold in here, huh?
[ ARE YOU COLD? please he's asked like 10 people so far and they've all just stared at him weird. his hands are pruning from all the hand washing. ]
▷ difficult (( cw: sacrilegious themes ))
I see.
[ he reads the words once more, ride thighs in the confessional, and lets out a slow breath. with a great slap of his hands against his own thighs he pushes himself up and heads over to the confessional. his eyes sweep through the crowd before he finally lands on someone he thinks might maybe want to get a little blasphemous.
jan sidles up to the person and smiles, giving them a little bit of a finger wave. ]
I'm gonna be completely upfront with you, I took a spin at the slot machine and I really want the prize payout for it. Would you be interested in a little frottage in the confessional?
▶ elsewhere
(( ooc; once jan is back out in the casino proper again, he'd be easy to find anywhere. if you have other ideas, feel free to hit me up! ))
[Oh. It's the man who waylaid him in the showers when he first arrived. Edwin hasn't...seen him since, but then again the resort is a very large place. This time around, Janus seems content to give him space and more or less ignore him which...seems fair. Edwin had made as quick an exit from their first conversation as he reasonably could. He's sure that wouldn't inspire further attempts at familiarity and he doesn't particularly mind much.
Paging slowly through a book, he minds his own business as well...at least until the elevator comes to a premature stop and...the portrait of a pretty young woman comes to life.
And demands that they fuck.
Taken aback, he flashes a quick look at Janus. When the painting answers no further questions (yet?) and Janus does ask him one, he sighs and slips a bookmark into the book and then that book into a satchel he's got slung over one shoulder.]
I think we likely don't have much of a choice. Do we? [That's addressed to the painting, who at least gives them a saucy little shrug. Edwin looks back at Janus, mirroring that gesture...decidedly less saucily.] Well. I'd prefer not to be stuck here all day, so yes. Alright.
[Not the most enthusiastic response, to be sure. But at least he isn't being stubborn about this.]
[ Kinks, Permissions and first impressions. He's played at 30 years old, still not quite over his last break-up, and is a little rusty with dating. Troy is a heteroflexible man, so he's mostly M/F with few exceptions. Age gaps are fine with me, too. ]
Waking up in... Peacock?
[ As Troy's mind starts to wake, each of his senses hum with with small jolts from his nerves to his brain. His sight can only see darkness, but his sense of smell is met with a clean scent of sheets and another person. Nothing new for someone who lives his kind of life. He heard nothing spectacular, only the smallest noise of another person next to him. Which, again, is nothing new for someone who likes to sleep around. But what was strange, is that he's clothed. Fully clothed. Troy's brows crinkle as his brain speeds up in dragging his senses back to reality, making his eyes open and blink to rid of his blurry vision.
It felt like waking up from cryostasis, Troy thought, immediately seeing the golden interior and the different furniture. Did he hook up with a wealthy woman last night? He would have remembered... Troy clenches his hands and rises from the mattress, practically peeling himself off of it to scan the room from his side of the bed. ]
.......
[ Troy's gaze narrows, then looks at his hands. He feels the nimbleness of his fingers, and the air inside the room touch his skin. But his wrists and the entirety of him is clad in a suit. A groom's suit. What's stranger, is the ring on his left ringfinger. ]
Wow. Good job Everclear...
[ Troy shakes his head. He's unable to get affected by alcohol, but something actually got him drunk? He can only muse to himself about it, then looks to the person beside him. He gently tugs down on the sheets so they won't be disturbed, trying to peek at their face to see if it's someone he recognizes ]
Huh. Where have I seen you before?
[ He mutters, unsure if the other person is even awake yet. The question was meant for his own ears, trying to get his memory to put the pieces together from last night. He's pretty sure now this wasn't the women he hooked up with last night... ]
Elevators - Hard-up Maiden or Teasing Trio
[ Troy loves meaningless sex as much as the next horny person, but this place feels too over-the-top even for him. He sheds his wedding jacket and roams around in just his button-up shirt and pants, sleek shoes making long strides as he immersed himself in this new environment. He is never much of an appreciator of art, but it was still a good distraction for him as he weighs so many thoughts in his mind. He misses Faye as he looks at each artwork on the wall, remembering how his former lover appreciates paintings and refined things he was too ignorant to grasp.
The more he looked around, the more his smile grew at ease. He can only shake his head a little at the gaudiness of it all, but he's an adaptive man, he'll find a way to get used to this, even if he looks exhausted from everything as his senses are working overtime to adapt to this sudden change of scenery. Well, maybe a nap would help, so Troy decides to go back to his suite. A push of a button and the elevator opens up - in it is another person who Troy greets with a relaxed nod ]
Hey, how are you doin'?
[ He settles in the elevator as it closes, leaving him and the other person alone. Awkwardness bubbled up within him as he didn't really have much to say, and how this place manages to bring up his lustful fantasies. Being alone in an elevator with someone like this? It got certain gears in his brain to start spinning, just in time for the elevator's own gears to stop. The entire car rumbles to a halt, with the painting inside of the elevator starting to move and look at the two of them - speaking:
"I was painted before my subject broke her maidenhead. I am forever a virgin in this cursed portrait! If I cannot indulge in pleasures of the flesh, I may as well watch. Share with me the sexual delight you can so freely enjoy whenever you please. Have a heart, a girl has needs."
or
"Aren't you two cute? Show us some flirting, give us a treat! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit. What do we like? Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?" ]
Wedding Slot Machines - Easy or Spicy
[ Troy can only wear a weary grin as he watches the many weddings unfold, nursing a small drink in his hand and being the wallflower for once in his life. He wonders what it would be like to get married, like really married, then start a family with someone. All that peace. All that stability. He feels like that's something he doesn't deserve anymore, making him lower his gaze down to his drink as he contemplates on his life before waking up here. He sighs sharply to rid himself of that thought, dunking his drink down in its entirety and gently slamming the glass on the nearest surface.
He walks towards the slot machines and gives them a quick browse, walking around until settling to one where he sees another person standing alone by them. ]
So, you decided which flavor of craziness you're willing to subject yourself to?
[ Troy's grin broadens, his voice deep yet light, understanding that the situation may be too strange for others too. Trying to see if he's not alone in the still-adjusting department ]
Seems like it's a partner activity, and well, I got some time to kill.
OOC:
[ Interested in playing out sexy costumes/lingerie, but for his partner only. So let me know if you want to play that, I can be reached via PM and I'm down to plot things beforehand! ]
Edited 2024-02-10 21:06 (UTC)
wedding slot machines - spicy, you know how gwen is
[ He's caught her in the middle of eating the last slice of steak off a plate she's stolen from one of the many receptions. On the outside, it looked awkward as she had been eating, taking small bites as she looked out thoughtfully. Gwenhwyfar had wondered what her future wedding would be like -- although she was fairly certain it would be nothing like this.
Hands were bound together as a sign of their unity as each person swore fealty to the other. She's certain royal weddings would be bigger than this -- actually, the more she thought about it, the more anxious she became.
And it hurt too much to think about it. She finishes off her snack by licking her fingers. She acts as if she didn't hear him at first, debating whether or not to eat more (and oh, how she could eat more) or linger a bit longer. Any distractions were welcoming lest she spent her night lamenting over her betrothed. Gwenhwyfar finally answers, showing Troy she had heard him after the long silence. ]
Are you certain? I feel as if you could find a better partner.
[ Thank the gods for the food, she would have been closer to her limit. ]
click for obscure character infoAnubis, nee Sasaki Kujuro, is a 500+yr old Japanese militia fighter who died young and quickly on the battlefield. he was subsequently recruited by the Emperor of Hell to destroy humanity, but he died doing that too. his ineffective villainy is surpassed only by his inferiority complex, but he's got the bones of a loyal man in him. physically early 20s, ota, kinklist, full profile.
Arrival: Evens
[ Anubis wakes with a loud startle and a jerk upright, instantly alert, his heart racing - and the unsettling feeling of falling tingling in his limbs, yet fading so quickly that he hardly recognizes it. Indeed, he soon forgets that mystery entirely as a fresh source of alarm begins to smolder into a spark of panic:
This isn't Hell.
There is no reek of sulfur and incense in the air. The bedding is too soft - the sheets so silky that they don't even catch on the callouses of his palms as he smooths his hands over them, testing how real they are too the touch. The bed certainly feels real. So do the clothes on his body, though the fabric is heavier and the stitching more finely finished than anything he's ever worn before, but Anubis stops again with another shock as he takes stock of the sleeves of his formal haori jacket. Then his formal hakama. At last, his formal monstuki, marked with the crest of the Sasaki clan - a symbol he hasn't worn in many hundreds of years.
Anubis recognizes none of the modern trappings of a honeymoon resort suite, but he knows what wedding garb looks like. As if it's only just occurred to him to look, the General finally turns his head to see his bedmate. ]
Hah?!
[ With a roar of incredulity and surprise, Anubis leaps from the bed - falls, because he was expecting a futon on the floor, but this is a bed - but quickly rights himself so he can point a well-dressed yet accustory finger at his captor(?!). ]
I demand that you explain yourself, insect, or you won't live long enough to rue this day!
Elevators ( Open to any of the portraits! Pick your poison.)
[ Anubis doesn't know what an elevator is, either, but he's been shuffled into one with instructions on how to return to his floor. A truncated painting of glittering gold leaf, depicting a violent battle between samurai, has caught his rather puzzled attention. He's no connoiseur, and doesn't recognize it - perhaps it came after his time - but it's familiar enough to make him very uncomfortable. Was this painting put here to mock him?
He scowls as meanly as if that is the case. Unexpectedly (to him), the elevator door opens, and Anubis turns that scowl on the insignificant worm that has dared to interrupt his journey. ]
Begone! I was the first to lay claim to the use of this contraption.
Wedding Slot Machines: Easy
[ Anubis walks up to literally anyone, with a growl in his voice and not a single clue. He does not appear to be in a pleasant mood as he gestures to his watch. ]
This infernal device demands that I give someone new a piggy-back ride to the bridal suite for my prize.
[He rarely sleeps so deeply, especially after the events of New York, and yet Seiji's brain is very muddled, foggy and delayed as he awakens to the sound of movement and yelling. He's warm, perhaps too much, but everything feels soft and comfortable.
But the voice continues and he knows it. Recognizes it, and that is enough to make him turn, only to find it is harder than expected with the multiple layers of white silk wrapped around him. For a brief moment he feels trapped, an adrenaline burst dragging him from the rest of his half-sleep state and he twists himself out of the blankets and almost falls off the other side of the bed himself.
Then he sees who is standing there, glaring at him.]
An-Anubis? Why are you... [He trails off as he looks down and realizes what he is wearing while having no idea why he may be wearing it.]
What have you done?
[Of course the obvious choice is to blame Anubis for whatever is going on.]
[ Stirring beneath the fluffy weight of light pink tulle, Aerith cracks one eye open at the sound of the device around her wrist buzzing for her attention - the message waiting to be read is as inexplicable as the giant skirt she’s buried underneath and the sound of strange breathing beside her.
Her arm lowers, slowly pushing the fabric she’s ensconced in aside so that she can peer out and catch a glimpse of the person beside her.
Interesting.
Whoever they are, they’re still konked out, so Aerith takes great pains to be as careful and quiet as she can, climbing out of the bed while battling her massive skirt, deciding that it’s probably for the best to put space between her and the person the message she received implies she married, considering they’re all but bound to have an awkward conversation once they wake.
Poofy skirt tamed down, revealing the form-fitting tuxedo printed t-shirt she’s got on as a top, Aerith crosses the suite with limited rustling, pausing once she catches sight of the breakfast spread.
Strange circumstances or no - the lure of the mini quiche is enduring and whenever her new spouse decides to come to and join her, they’ll find her posted up by the breakfast, mimosa in one hand, tiny quiche in the other, which she’ll wave in greeting. ]
Hi! I don’t remember how we got here, but the food’s pretty good!
– ii. the teasing trio
But I’m already cute!
[ Aerith counters once the trio in the painting lay out their demands.
Unfortunately logic never got an elevator to start running again, magic paintings or otherwise, and even though she feels her point is incredibly valid, the ladies in the portrait respond in tittering laughter, all too pleased as they point out that they want to see her being cute with the other person stuck in this car with her.
Obstinately pointing out that the person she’s with is cute too doesn’t get her far, and once it seems like the painting is done offering its course correction she huffs, hands going to her hips as she looks at her traveling companion for this elevator right. ]
Well…[ Her head tilts to the side, as though she’s weighing it all out. ] What do you think?
– iii. great tit!
[ It’s a cake.
It’s a cake big enough for more than one person to lay on, outfitted with dollops of cream, sparkling confectionary glitter, and mountains of tempting-looking red berries.
So of course she’s going to sprawl out and have a snack while the more lively of the cake enjoyers bounce around elsewhere on the big chocolate cheesecake. It gives her time to get her bearings, still swathed in soft pink tulle, a hunk of cake in her hand that she takes bites out of after dipping it in the nearest peak of cream.
In her lap is a coupon for nipple buns, which she looks over with tentative curiosity, waiting until someone’s close enough before speaking up. ]
Do you think they’re buns for your nipples, or buns made out of nipples? Or do they just look like nipples?
[ Surreal times call for surreal questions. ]
– iv. wildcard
[ or choose chaos and drop a wildcard based on any of the other prompts, feel free to send a dm if you'd like to plot something specific or have any questions. happy to match tagging format, 18+ all genders for smut. ]
[ Tifa had spotted Aerith down near the bakery. It didn't matter that they'd only known each other a short time back at home; Aerith was her friend, and she wasn't letting this place get the better of her. Nami had done that for Tifa, and Tifa was doing it for Aerith now.
So she'd beelined toward the other and immediately swept her to the elevators so they could talk in her room before anything weird happened. It seemed like the elevators had other thoughts.
Aerith turns that bright, innocent look at her, and she knows her face is betraying her actual feelings. No smiles here, just a pained look as she tucks her hair behind her ear, vaguely wondering if she's making Tifa uncomfortable dressed like a Turk like this. It wasn't her choice, either, but that didn't feel like the right place to start. ]
I think...you haven't been here very long. This place likes to, uhm, make people...get off before it lets them go. And we're trapped in a box right now.
ARRIVAL: EVENS a. [ when seth comes awake, it's very suddenly and with a gasp, grunting as he forces the heavy comforter off and sits up. where the fuck is he? he was just with that idiot, wasn't he? and horus--
he falls back once more with a whumph into the luxurious mattress, staring up at the canopy unseeingly. isis is unwell. hathor has seized control. isis is unwell.
and where the fuck is he? he blinks, finally taking in the bed beneath him, the ridiculous jeweled bedclothes, the.. what is he wearing? what are all these straps? what is this fabric? .. did that useless god actually break his contract and take seth to his homeland? those questions have to wait, though, as he turns and sees another figure in the bed. ] What the fuck? [ he shoves himself upright again, anger and confusion boiling through him as he grabs the stranger's shoulder. ] Hey! Wake up! Who are you?
b. [ later in the lounge, he can be found trying to find clothing that remotely resembles a shendyt (probably nude while he's doing so.. why should he care about nudity?), or scowling at the decorations, or this close to fighting a member of the staff. basically this is the wildcard option. ]
CRANE'S RESPITE a. [ of course he wound up in some weird fucking place, as if this massive inn wasn't already bizarre enough. what are the things in the water? how does he leave?
then something--a..tentacle?--starts to curl around his thigh, and seth yelps in shock, claws popping out of his fingertips as he takes a swipe at it. ] Just what do you think you're touching!
b. [ he's out of danger of frisky tentacles and strange creatures, but he's also panting and flushed all the way down his throat and upper chest, humiliatingly turned on. he clings to the wall as he struggles to ignore it, to make it go away-- of all the times for horus and that fool god to be gone.
not that.. he wants their help. what is he thinking? ]
WELCOME: ELEVATOR a. [ in an elevator, one of the paintings starts getting uppity and demanding, and seth's lips draw back from his teeth in a snarl. ] What if I just rip you off the wall and tear you to shreds? [ he lifts a clawed hand threateningly. .. maybe someone should, uh, not let him do that. ]
b. [ if someone manages to stop him, he still doesn't look thrilled about complying with any of this shit. but confessing his worst crime..? no one knows who he is here. no one knows what he's done. how is he supposed to just--
does it matter, though? maybe this is part of his punishment. and why does he care what these strangers think? his entire nation, all of kemet, knows his sins. so.. fine. ]
I abandoned my duties as guardian god and ruled my nation as king, and then killed my own people in droves like animals. [ he scrapes nails over what looks like black gems embedded in his wrist, mouth twisting into a brittle smile. ] My name is cursed now.
c. [ the maiden's request makes his face flush, eyes widening in his face. ] Absolutely fucking not! I don't even know-- [ a vague, irritated gesture to the poor fool trapped here with him. ]
CASINO CHAPEL [ look, he hates all of this and most of it makes no sense to his ancient sensibilities, but he knows that for humans, money is an important consideration. money gets things done. so if he wants to leave, money is probably the answer.
hence the damned machines. ] .. Trade clothes with someone new on the altar? [ he's scowling, of course, because this is stupid.. but more importantly, he doesn't want to wear all the stupid layers these people wear.
or... his prompt is: ] Ride.. face.. [ his face is starting to match his hair and eyes. ] .. on the altar.. [ a brief, embarrassed pause. ] What the fuck?
WILDCARD [ generally, encounter him places. feel free to prompt with whatever, or pm to plan a thread. i have some info + warnings for seth in his journal! anything that leads to full smut will be m/m only, but in the off-chance that anyone is playing nephthys or isis, we can discuss things! ]
[Did the dumb hotel whisk Jin Guangyao out of his sad basement room for a mysterious reason? They certainly did! He mostly reacted in confusion as he was woken up.]
Wh-What? [He asked blearily, before jolting awake at a stranger.]
I am Jin Guangyao, who are you?
[He looked around at the lovely room and the soft decor.]
Did the hotel do one of those matchmaking attempts again?
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL - ODDS cw: tentacles, Mei Mei's diamond effects: aphrodisiac bodily fluids, heat, swollen genitals, minor breast growth, and unrealistic body fluids. Open to any and all diamond effects for her partner.
Even though Mei Mei had put some of the hotel's crows under her control with her cursed technique, she found herself unable to call them into the winding corridors. She would have been out ages ago if she'd been able to use them to help guide her, she's certain. How long ages is she can't actually determine. Time was weird in here, but surely she'd have been out in under an hour if she'd had assistance.
She finally finds a door and opens it cautiously. Not that it matters. Mei Mei falls through, landing on her ass in the water. Utterly undignified and her dress is ruined. It's a good thing she'd gotten her hair braided at the Heron's Retreat, so it's not a complete wreck from the fall, but it's a little messier than when it was first done.
The shapes darting around in the water are not lost on her, however, Mei Mei tries to quickly make it over to one of the towels on the cave wall but finds herself wrapped in tentacles with a stranger. It doesn't take long for the secretions from the octopus to sink in. She can hardly think, all she wants right now is to be touched. Heat fills her body and she unbuttons the top of the already very easy access dress. Tentacles circle around her breasts making them swell while others wrap around her legs to splay them wide and open for the stranger, exposing her dripping cunt to them.
Ⅱ. ELEVATORS - THE HARD-UP MAIDEN cw: cream pies, sloppy seconds, + Mei Mei's diamond effects from above haven't worn off so she still has: aphrodisiac bodily fluids, heat, swollen genitals, minor breast growth, and unrealistic body fluids.
Eventually, Mei Mei makes it out of the caves. Absolutely disheveled and debauched, she makes her way into one of the elevators, her dress hanging wide open and dripping. Don't worry about what is dripping and from where. She's alone at first, and she rests against the wall, hands running over her body to get some relief.
A couple floors up someone joins her and she locks eyes with them. "Help me?" The portrait's ghost has already been quietly enjoying the show, waiting for someone to join Mei Mei before trapping them together.
Ⅲ. ALICE AND THE PARROTS - SENSUAL SWEATERS & FLIRTATIOUS HOSIERY
After Mei Mei and her partner have been released from the elevator, she seeks out the communal baths to clean up. Braiding her own hair this time, she sports a new ugly yellow tracksuit and slippers from the supply closet. This means it's time for shopping. Thankfully she has plenty of money to buy something cute at Alice and the Parrots.
While she takes a look through the frilly lolita style clothes, she ultimately decides not to bother as even the more gothic designs aren't to her tastes. She would much rather dress someone else up in these clothes.
After more wandering, she finds herself a dark purple, almost black virgin killer sweater and some matching faux-garter stockings, and a tasteful pair of heels. (Panties not included.) Mei Mei makes her purchase and gets dressed before heading back to where the lolita clothes are, looking for someone (male or female,) she can convince to let her dress them cutely. They'll have to pay for their own clothes, but Mei Mei will generously offer to help them earn the money to afford it in the dressing room.
Ⅳ. WEDDING SLOT MACHINES - EASY & DIFFICULT
While Mei Mei has never been big on games of chance, these new slot machines are right up her alley. She can be found playing them as many times as they'll let her. Once she's taken her spin, she'll seek out someone she's willing to complete the challenge with.
[ ooc: I'm open to all RNG prompts. Either you can roll/pick, or I will in my response to your tag-in. No matter what, Mei Mei will always have her own challenge, but it's up to you if you want your character to have played the slots too, or simply be approached by her. ]
Ⅴ. Wildcard & OOC Notes
Feel free to come up with something else, you can even respond to a prompt of hers from the first TDM if your character was here at the time. Permissions are here and a kinks list is linked there as well. If you want to discuss something first I can be reached at queerty!
This whole place was fucking weird but he'd expected no less from the Trickster. Who else would be able to pull a stunt like this? Sam would find a way to get him out of here, though and that was what Dean was holding on to. The elevator to the ground floor was exactly what he nee-
And his brain stopped when he actually caught sight of who was in there. Not that he knew her, obviously but he wanted to. God, did he want to. And not in a way that had anything to do with talking. And-
This was such a bad idea, it might get him killed, but it might be worth it.
Scratch that, even if he died in this weird illusion, as long as he didn't find out what was really behind that face, he could pretent it was fine. Nobody had to know, right?
"...Definitely look like you could use some help." And she had asked, it's not like he's taking advantage of the situation.
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