【 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. 💕
[ 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.
[ a man. he's not sure what kind of man, but he's certainly... not a familiar species! doesn't really matter though--- emotions are generally universal, and frankly hung's can be seen pretty easily...
his tail, drooping and lifeless, matches his weak shrug. ]
If it's not genuine, does it still count?
[ he's not being rude. it's not right to deceive people. that's all. even with the best of intentions. ]
[Unfortunately for Hung, to have woken up in such a state means that he's stirred his dozing bedpartner. And that means that now he has to deal with him. By the time he's clambering up from his place on the floor, there's a tittering laughter coming from the bed- a soft, gentle male voice, belonging to a boy who is not in the least bit gentle.]
[Ash, splash of freckles across his nose scrunched up in open laughter, has a cute lacy negligee in red lightly covering his body, spaghetti straps loose over strong shoulders and the peek of a toned chest under satin as he leans forward. The rest of him is still swept up in the comforter; but he perches himself on the edge of the mattress with unworried grace as he examines the extremely canid nature of his companion.]
Au contraire, Monsieur Doggy- I wondered when you might finally wake up. I was getting bored of waiting... But since you are out of bed already, would you bring me one of those delicious danish pastries?
[He points, with a perfectly manicured finger, towards the tray of complimentary breakfast that had been left for them across the room. Congratulations On Your Nuptials! it cheerily proclaims.]
[ he averts his gaze as soon as his 'partner' makes himself known. something about all the skin showing makes aak's cheeks darken beneath the fur. that his sense of modesty is being tested already, still while drowsy AND shaken up. amazing.
but getting a pastry for him... his...... 'husband??????' is a solid enough distraction. ]
Yeah, sure. [ standing up, he exposes what he's been trying to hide. he wears nothing but the fur on his body and the painfully small and thin black covering that truly protects him from ash's probably prying eyes. it leaves nothing to the imagination.
/points at his name ]
Is there a particular fruit that you're looking for? [ he examines each one. ] Oh. There are some cheese ones as well. Maybe I should just bring the entire tray over.
[ which he does. it's a small enough platter to bring with one hand, holding it with his tips of his fingers and his palm, over to the guy ]
[Cradling his chin on fingers curled into a messy heart shape, Ash makes no secret of examining his partner here, his supposed newlywed. Unlike Hung, he has no self-consciousness about his body being naked beneath the babydoll, all pale and ripe for the looking. But Ash isn't thinking about himself at all- his focus is all on the walking, talking dog.]
[At least he looks like he could fight, Ash thinks with a sardonic twist of his mouth that's tilted away into a smile as soon as the man turns around again.]
Oh, you're too kind. [His voice lilts with honeyed sweetness as Hung dutifully delivers his breakfast spread. And truly, how was he to pick? There was raspberry with cheese, and orange marmalade, and a delicious-looking vanilla custard....]
[Ash plucks up one of the raspberry ones first, and reaches it nearly to his mouth, before he stops and holds it up to Hung's snout, instead.] "Ahhh~"?
[ Being somewhat dazed, he's initially conveniently oblivious to the door opening while he hunches over.
It's... weird. Nazuna doesn't feel any more secure inside the confessional than prior to coming across it but he hasn't made any move to vacate the small space. Staying is better than leaving it, probably, since there aren't eyes on him. Not to his knowledge, anyway. But who's he kidding? It all boils down to the unnerving likelihood that there's no way he is totally alone... So? So? ]
...... ?
[ He stiltedly turns and lifts his head, blinking, before shooting upright with rounded eyes. ]
Sh— !
[ Now there is suddenly nowhere to go as he practically bumps knees with— uh, what is he looking at? A person, right? Not one like he's ever seen. If he has learned anything in the last few hours, he can't waste energy getting worked up over things like these. Never mind his own aimless brooding seconds from mere seconds ago. ]
S-Sorry~?!
[ An attempt is made to give the stranger as much space as possible, trying to hook one of his own ankles behind the other. How did he not notice them just now?! They definitely have some... mass... to them. Maybe he ought to flee the scene entirely although that poses some risk when he has no clue what he's dealing with? ]
it's his furry bulk that probably pushes nazuna first, because it sure isn't his demeanor? he's already in full damage control mode despite not having either one of his peers around to work with, now being the sole responsible one to placate someone who is probably either mad or upset with the intrustion.
he really should've knocked first... ]
It's my fault. Let me just...
[ unfortunately with all the bumping and maneuvering, he's accidentally locked the door. and being unable to do a lot of anything else? he can't see the simple lock, now more or less hiding somewhere in his side. ]
... huh, the door's locked.
[ he clicks his tongue. if he had a better look, he'd be able to spot the most obvious problem. but right now? he has to get comfortable. so without hesitating, hung wraps one of his arms around nazuna, just so he can... squeeze in a little more... ]
[There are new faces around. The people who had been at this resort for a while seemed to blend into the crowd. Their faces didn't hold in his memory the same way his fellow Wildcards (now Suited) did. Now there seemed to be new, completely astonished people, and further confirmation that they were just one in a fucked up conga line of many.]
[Aak is sipping one of the sugary, pink spectacles that were the new month special at Birdbucks. He's not expecting to see anything particularly interesting besides the baffled faces of new people coming in from a higher level. Some of the people coming out of these elevators seem like they're already getting with the program.]
[but, then there's one pair that]
[Aak drops his drink on the floor immediately scrambling to his feet and dashing over]
Hey! Hey, hey, hey! [Sorry, whoever rode the elevator down with Hung and had to do some shmoopy or spicy cute stuff. The Perro's being herded back into the elevator by a small, panicking Feline.]
What the hell are you doing here?! [In the background, the Trio starts to chatter again, "Oh, a return visit!" "A jealous lover?" "Reunited!"] Shut up, I'm talking to him! Now, answer me!
[Whatever Hung was just put up to, the elevator doors are closing again. It's time for round two of being trapped in an elevator, this time with Aak.]
[ he's already on his way out of the elevator, more than happy to get some fresh air after being stuck inside a confined space after what feels like the most uncomfortable ten to fifteen minutes of his life? that's almost like, an hour in dog minutes! or something. already starting to pull his hair back into a small ponytail, he's about to look for some place where he can get a drink. maybe a snack. he's not really hungry or thirsty, but he's gotta do something to pass the time while looking and/or waiting for.
for.
oh. there he is. ]
Hey! [ he sounds excited to see him? so excited that he's pulling him right back into the--- ]
No, no, no! Wait a second! Don't...!
[ ... ]
... I woke up here. [ that's his answer. ] Don't tell me you've been going around causing trouble.
[ a gentle chide, but said with a tiny grin. here's hoping he doesn't get a tongue lashing. ]
[It wouldn't be Aak if he didn't cause a few problems.]
You didn't try to get here or anything, right? [Aak is patting his sides, checking, confirming the existence of the watch. So, Hung probably arrived like he did, woke up in bed with someone...]
[he pauses, looking up at Hung and squinting.]
Don't worry about me and trouble, worry about yourself. [he stretches his arms up to grab at Hung's cheeks and tug]
You didn't get anything done to you, did you?
[says the guy who absolutely tried something with his bedmate]
[When they both entered the elevator, Shalem gave his fellow defender a polite nod. After all, they're coworkers. And if his presence helps the man acclimate... well, so much the better, right?]
Seems as though it's an intimate sort of game, Operator Hung. As tends to be the case in this place.
[Shalem clasps his hands in front of his body, all casual-like.]
But it also depends on your perception of intimate. I think all they want is something you'd see in a little, innocent movie.
[ it pays to be friendly with any of the operators that could occupy rhodes island at any given time, and right now he feels incredibly fortunate that it's shalem who has somehow slipped onto the elevator with him. it makes him feel less embarrassed about the situation.
still though. ]
A little innocent movie? [ okay, he's seen a few of those. gotta kill time in between jobs. ] So what, are we supposed to hold hands and stare into each other's eyes or something?
[ with another defender, no less! two defenders. in an elevator. hm. ]
I'm not sure that would be enough for them. [Shalem gives the portrait a look, and the three heads in it bob in time with each other as eager onlookers. Encouraging them to keep going.
Then he looks back at his coworker.]
I think they're looking for something a bit more than that. Though holding hands should be a good start.
[He certainly wakes with a start. The shake of the floor and the loud thump that goes with it really gets his fight or flight going. He's already completely awake as he sits up. Wriothesley isn't thinking about how he's most definitely not wearing the clothes he went to sleep, nor is he in the room he fell asleep in.
How he got moved into another room without be awoken really will bother him for the next few days.
Shoving that thought out of his head, he turns his attention to the voice. Oh, well aren't they sweet at least? He laughs a little.] Don't think much of it. I'm a relatively light sleeper. I think that between us two, I should be the more concerned party. It sounds like you took a bit of a fall there.
[ embarrassing... simply embarrassing. but then again, there's a lot to be worried about, much less his own personal safety and his emotional well-being? ]
I'm fine! I'm fine. [ seriously. resting his muzzle on the bed, hung closes his eyes. his nostrils flare as he lets out a deep sigh. running down the possibilities that could've or might've happened, there aren't many left that make a lot of sense. ]
Did I somehow fall asleep in your room by mistake? Because if I did, I'm really sorry.
[He decides to merely lay on his side, head propped up by his hand as he rests it against the mattress. Wriothesley is apparently dressed in a lot of frill and laces. A nice white, lingerie set complete with garter belts and stockings. There's a lot of unnecessary fabric in this get-up, but also he didn't choose the outfit. He'd definitely wear something that was...well clothes.
He offers the other a smile though. Poor guy.] Sorry, but that's not really the case. This isn't my room, but it seems we've been dragged into this room together. [Also, they're married??? Apparently.]
Please, there is no need to apologize though. What this place does is hardly your fault.
[ The door to the small compartment opens, light slanting across a figure seated within, over one visible blue eye and freckled cheek, hair so dark a chestnut it looks sable in the dark. Like Hung, he had retreated here for a moment's reprieve; even with a month between him and the Krat Disaster that emptied it of most of its living human inhabitants, sometimes Geppetto's puppet still found the bustling crowds and vibrant atmosphere overwhelming.
(He knows it's time for a break when his first instinct is to knock a man down when he innocently bumps into his shoulder.)
Thanks to a few encounters — with the likes of a certain Archduke of Hell, a feline (and dubious) medical practitioner, a sturdy yet beautiful man with a snake tail working for a pharmaceutical company, and others — he's less shocked by Hung's appearance than he might have been roughly a month ago. That doesn't mean he isn't guarded, tucking his chin and lowering the knee he'd been resting his cheek against. It feels safer to have both feet on the ground, even if he's feeling cornered. This was his choice to regret.
Hung's awkward smile, the shrug that accompanies it, forces the puppet to reconsider his initial reaction, the soft chatter of buried clockwork filling the space, along with the smell of machine oil. ]
...I can leave you to it. [ The metallic grind as his left arm fidgets, a rust-stained prosthetic, punctuates the brief pause, as he shrugs his shoulder uncomfortably, ] I only need a minute.
[ After a moment, he addresses the perro, curiosity overtaking everything else, ] ...Are you one of the new Wildcards? I haven't seen you before.
it makes sense to him that if one of his first instincts was to hide, that someone else might do the same. what didn't cross his mind was whether the reaction of that someone else could've been... bad. that without his shield, hung is just a big furry body with ample muscle. sometimes that's enough. sometimes it's not. and not being armed in the conventional sense means he should prepare for using that physique of his for whatever might cross his path.
thankfully, he doesn't need to manhandle someone. and even if he did, there is something distinctly off about this man. his nose and ears are both sensitive in the canid way, and perhaps he should've used his senses better before even approaching in the first place. ]
Sure, pal. [ lightly said as he lets out a held breath. okay. good. he'll have his turn soon enough. how nice of the resort to provide less... uh, suggestive places to rest??? ]
Oh. Uh, yeah. I am?
[ he is? probably?? he's pretty sure he's heard that term as he's been exploring. so. would be safe to assume that he is. ]
[ Even if he's become a little more used to seeing people with feathers, fur, horns, or scales, it doesn't mean Pinocchio is at ease with a veritable wall of muscle crowding into this small space with him. Just a few inches shorter than the perro, the puppet is still dwarfed by his greater bulk, which might have led to some aggression due to feeling cornered, except... he has a friendly face, and kind eyes the color of a golden sunset. He's also big in a way that makes the back of his neck prickle.
Well, so long as he's here, he might make himself useful. They're still crowded into what's effectively a big wooden box, so he keeps his voice soft, a chatter of metal accompanying a gesture of his left hand, the steel digits glinting dully in the dim light. ]
It's what they call you until they decide what Suit you'll get. You'll know what it is when you find a mark on yourself, like this, [ he says, raising his right hand to demonstrate. Pinocchio pulls down the cuff of his sleeve to show a faintly gray spade on the inside of his wrist, partially covered by the wristband of his Watch. ] However, I prefer names to titles.
[ He gazes at him, expectantly. So, what's yours, big guy? ]
[ The with them in question: a nearly six foot tall young man with a face scar, whose sharp eyes have narrowed into near slits at the painting's beckoning. Cute? Sweet Genya echoes the sentiment in his mind, sending the annoying painting and its habitants a glare before his attention lands on the other ... man?
Dog? He's always liked dogs, making this a very strange experience. Affection mixed with mortification, a bit of confusion, and a great dollop of resignation. He has been in the resort long enough to have seen people of all hide and hair. A dog man is, frankly, one of the cuter in his opinion. One of his happiest memories had been feeding scraps the strays with his brother when they were young.
Something which has nothing whatsoever to do with the situation at hand. ]
A bad game. [ he is quick to put the blame on the girls; they moan and whine before continuing to insist they see some cuteness. ] But I think they're serious about not moving until we do. [ this feels unfair... isn't this dog guy cute enough to qualify based on appearances alone? ] I guess we can... hold hands. That should work, right?
[ As he offers a similarly scarred up hand, glancing away while he does. He's trying his best to not be embarrassed about this! ]
[ he's free to feed hung whatever scraps he has later...
but for now, this perro is. still shocked by this entire situation. the one thing he's not surprised by is how scarred that extended hand is. that when he sees it, hung instinctively feels protective. they're not in imminent danger but what if they were? what if the shadows begin to grow and the paintings take on a more menacing light?
...
nah. it's all in his head. he tilts his head to one side then the other, ears flopping as he does so. is this the kind of look a muscle-bound, furry dog man should take? yes. 100%. the horn is also there too. ]
Wow! You must do something pretty rough, huh?
[ he takes genya's hand into his own. he thumbs over his knuckles, turns the hand over, looks at the palms. rough. calloused. sometimes one's looks can betray their age; the species of terra are diverse in that regard. so whatever he sees are assumptions. however, what doesn't is the wear and tear of a profession. a career. and what hung feels is... ]
Bet you don't need a guy like me to protect you.
[ a playful smile. a wink. something to help with his own unease. ]
[ The statement inspires a strange feeling. Rough? Yes, the business of demon slaying is rough. That isn’t what stirs him. Protection is not a privilege Genya feels he can be afforded. It reminds him of his brother, as so many things do, and his grip on the other man’s (dog’s??) hand (…paw???) tightens. Black eyes slide back in time to catch that playful smile and wink, still a bit uncertain. Maybe it’s because he has such pronounced canine traits that Genya finds himself relaxing, easing the tightening of his grip a few long moments later.
Enough so that the calluses and scars burned into his flesh can be observed more freely. The way his knuckles are thumbed over is … unfamiliar. Not unpleasant. Genya’s throat tightens with some unknown emotion, a feeling that rises from the pit of his stomach, warm and soupy washing over the prickle of having to do something at the demand of some strange portrait women. So rarely has anyone ever held his hand outside of that same brother not far from his thoughts. It is touch that agitates a new thought to the surface: more if it would not be bad at all.
The trio, for their part, are not fully satisfied. “Cuter!” one demands with a stamp of a foot, “You’re both so cute so make it cuter!” The others chime in with their agreement. Genya’s lips thin at the encouragement; is hand-holding not the epitome of cute behavior? He flushes, faint color picking up on skin not thickened by scars. He huffs, chest aching with the leftovers of that strange feeling, as he looks back to the other man. ]
But I do need your help making them quiet down. We can’t stay here forever.
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hung | arknights
i.) evens
ii.) elevators - the teasing trio
iii.) the confessional
iv. wildcard/ooc notes.
teasing trio
[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.
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his tail, drooping and lifeless, matches his weak shrug. ]
If it's not genuine, does it still count?
[ he's not being rude. it's not right to deceive people. that's all. even with the best of intentions. ]
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So you're saying nothing about me attracts you at all. Wow.
[.....Okay no, he's kidding.]
Don't worry. It's not about being that genuine, really. I mean...even a half-hearted compliment is still one, right?
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[ which could be interpreted as a compliment. and if hung is smiling as he says it, it must be a good thing. right?
his tail still isn't moving, for what it's worth. ]
It's pretty accurate!
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i
[Ash, splash of freckles across his nose scrunched up in open laughter, has a cute lacy negligee in red lightly covering his body, spaghetti straps loose over strong shoulders and the peek of a toned chest under satin as he leans forward. The rest of him is still swept up in the comforter; but he perches himself on the edge of the mattress with unworried grace as he examines the extremely canid nature of his companion.]
Au contraire, Monsieur Doggy- I wondered when you might finally wake up. I was getting bored of waiting... But since you are out of bed already, would you bring me one of those delicious danish pastries?
[He points, with a perfectly manicured finger, towards the tray of complimentary breakfast that had been left for them across the room. Congratulations On Your Nuptials! it cheerily proclaims.]
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but getting a pastry for him... his...... 'husband??????' is a solid enough distraction. ]
Yeah, sure. [ standing up, he exposes what he's been trying to hide. he wears nothing but the fur on his body and the painfully small and thin black covering that truly protects him from ash's probably prying eyes. it leaves nothing to the imagination.
/points at his name ]
Is there a particular fruit that you're looking for? [ he examines each one. ] Oh. There are some cheese ones as well. Maybe I should just bring the entire tray over.
[ which he does. it's a small enough platter to bring with one hand, holding it with his tips of his fingers and his palm, over to the guy ]
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[Cradling his chin on fingers curled into a messy heart shape, Ash makes no secret of examining his partner here, his supposed newlywed. Unlike Hung, he has no self-consciousness about his body being naked beneath the babydoll, all pale and ripe for the looking. But Ash isn't thinking about himself at all- his focus is all on the walking, talking dog.]
[At least he looks like he could fight, Ash thinks with a sardonic twist of his mouth that's tilted away into a smile as soon as the man turns around again.]
Oh, you're too kind. [His voice lilts with honeyed sweetness as Hung dutifully delivers his breakfast spread. And truly, how was he to pick? There was raspberry with cheese, and orange marmalade, and a delicious-looking vanilla custard....]
[Ash plucks up one of the raspberry ones first, and reaches it nearly to his mouth, before he stops and holds it up to Hung's snout, instead.] "Ahhh~"?
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iii.
It's... weird. Nazuna doesn't feel any more secure inside the confessional than prior to coming across it but he hasn't made any move to vacate the small space. Staying is better than leaving it, probably, since there aren't eyes on him. Not to his knowledge, anyway. But who's he kidding? It all boils down to the unnerving likelihood that there's no way he is totally alone... So? So? ]
...... ?
[ He stiltedly turns and lifts his head, blinking, before shooting upright with rounded eyes. ]
Sh— !
[ Now there is suddenly nowhere to go as he practically bumps knees with— uh, what is he looking at? A person, right? Not one like he's ever seen. If he has learned anything in the last few hours, he can't waste energy getting worked up over things like these. Never mind his own aimless brooding seconds from mere seconds ago. ]
S-Sorry~?!
[ An attempt is made to give the stranger as much space as possible, trying to hook one of his own ankles behind the other. How did he not notice them just now?! They definitely have some... mass... to them. Maybe he ought to flee the scene entirely although that poses some risk when he has no clue what he's dealing with? ]
I wasn't paying attention at all... I...
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it's his furry bulk that probably pushes nazuna first, because it sure isn't his demeanor? he's already in full damage control mode despite not having either one of his peers around to work with, now being the sole responsible one to placate someone who is probably either mad or upset with the intrustion.
he really should've knocked first... ]
It's my fault. Let me just...
[ unfortunately with all the bumping and maneuvering, he's accidentally locked the door. and being unable to do a lot of anything else? he can't see the simple lock, now more or less hiding somewhere in his side. ]
... huh, the door's locked.
[ he clicks his tongue. if he had a better look, he'd be able to spot the most obvious problem. but right now? he has to get comfortable. so without hesitating, hung wraps one of his arms around nazuna, just so he can... squeeze in a little more... ]
Are we really stuck in here...?
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[Aak is sipping one of the sugary, pink spectacles that were the new month special at Birdbucks. He's not expecting to see anything particularly interesting besides the baffled faces of new people coming in from a higher level. Some of the people coming out of these elevators seem like they're already getting with the program.]
[but, then there's one pair that]
[Aak drops his drink on the floor immediately scrambling to his feet and dashing over]
Hey! Hey, hey, hey! [Sorry, whoever rode the elevator down with Hung and had to do some shmoopy or spicy cute stuff. The Perro's being herded back into the elevator by a small, panicking Feline.]
What the hell are you doing here?! [In the background, the Trio starts to chatter again, "Oh, a return visit!" "A jealous lover?" "Reunited!"] Shut up, I'm talking to him! Now, answer me!
[Whatever Hung was just put up to, the elevator doors are closing again. It's time for round two of being trapped in an elevator, this time with Aak.]
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for.
oh. there he is. ]
Hey! [ he sounds excited to see him? so excited that he's pulling him right back into the--- ]
No, no, no! Wait a second! Don't...!
[ ... ]
... I woke up here. [ that's his answer. ] Don't tell me you've been going around causing trouble.
[ a gentle chide, but said with a tiny grin. here's hoping he doesn't get a tongue lashing. ]
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You didn't try to get here or anything, right? [Aak is patting his sides, checking, confirming the existence of the watch. So, Hung probably arrived like he did, woke up in bed with someone...]
[he pauses, looking up at Hung and squinting.]
Don't worry about me and trouble, worry about yourself. [he stretches his arms up to grab at Hung's cheeks and tug]
You didn't get anything done to you, did you?
[says the guy who absolutely tried something with his bedmate]
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elevator trio
Seems as though it's an intimate sort of game, Operator Hung. As tends to be the case in this place.
[Shalem clasps his hands in front of his body, all casual-like.]
But it also depends on your perception of intimate. I think all they want is something you'd see in a little, innocent movie.
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still though. ]
A little innocent movie? [ okay, he's seen a few of those. gotta kill time in between jobs. ] So what, are we supposed to hold hands and stare into each other's eyes or something?
[ with another defender, no less! two defenders. in an elevator. hm. ]
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Then he looks back at his coworker.]
I think they're looking for something a bit more than that. Though holding hands should be a good start.
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I.
How he got moved into another room without be awoken really will bother him for the next few days.
Shoving that thought out of his head, he turns his attention to the voice. Oh, well aren't they sweet at least? He laughs a little.] Don't think much of it. I'm a relatively light sleeper. I think that between us two, I should be the more concerned party. It sounds like you took a bit of a fall there.
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I'm fine! I'm fine. [ seriously. resting his muzzle on the bed, hung closes his eyes. his nostrils flare as he lets out a deep sigh. running down the possibilities that could've or might've happened, there aren't many left that make a lot of sense. ]
Did I somehow fall asleep in your room by mistake? Because if I did, I'm really sorry.
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He offers the other a smile though. Poor guy.] Sorry, but that's not really the case. This isn't my room, but it seems we've been dragged into this room together. [Also, they're married??? Apparently.]
Please, there is no need to apologize though. What this place does is hardly your fault.
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iii.
(He knows it's time for a break when his first instinct is to knock a man down when he innocently bumps into his shoulder.)
Thanks to a few encounters — with the likes of a certain Archduke of Hell, a feline (and dubious) medical practitioner, a sturdy yet beautiful man with a snake tail working for a pharmaceutical company, and others — he's less shocked by Hung's appearance than he might have been roughly a month ago. That doesn't mean he isn't guarded, tucking his chin and lowering the knee he'd been resting his cheek against. It feels safer to have both feet on the ground, even if he's feeling cornered. This was his choice to regret.
Hung's awkward smile, the shrug that accompanies it, forces the puppet to reconsider his initial reaction, the soft chatter of buried clockwork filling the space, along with the smell of machine oil. ]
...I can leave you to it. [ The metallic grind as his left arm fidgets, a rust-stained prosthetic, punctuates the brief pause, as he shrugs his shoulder uncomfortably, ] I only need a minute.
[ After a moment, he addresses the perro, curiosity overtaking everything else, ] ...Are you one of the new Wildcards? I haven't seen you before.
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it makes sense to him that if one of his first instincts was to hide, that someone else might do the same. what didn't cross his mind was whether the reaction of that someone else could've been... bad. that without his shield, hung is just a big furry body with ample muscle. sometimes that's enough. sometimes it's not. and not being armed in the conventional sense means he should prepare for using that physique of his for whatever might cross his path.
thankfully, he doesn't need to manhandle someone. and even if he did, there is something distinctly off about this man. his nose and ears are both sensitive in the canid way, and perhaps he should've used his senses better before even approaching in the first place. ]
Sure, pal. [ lightly said as he lets out a held breath. okay. good. he'll have his turn soon enough. how nice of the resort to provide less... uh, suggestive places to rest??? ]
Oh. Uh, yeah. I am?
[ he is? probably?? he's pretty sure he's heard that term as he's been exploring. so. would be safe to assume that he is. ]
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Well, so long as he's here, he might make himself useful. They're still crowded into what's effectively a big wooden box, so he keeps his voice soft, a chatter of metal accompanying a gesture of his left hand, the steel digits glinting dully in the dim light. ]
It's what they call you until they decide what Suit you'll get. You'll know what it is when you find a mark on yourself, like this, [ he says, raising his right hand to demonstrate. Pinocchio pulls down the cuff of his sleeve to show a faintly gray spade on the inside of his wrist, partially covered by the wristband of his Watch. ] However, I prefer names to titles.
[ He gazes at him, expectantly. So, what's yours, big guy? ]
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ii!!
Dog? He's always liked dogs, making this a very strange experience. Affection mixed with mortification, a bit of confusion, and a great dollop of resignation. He has been in the resort long enough to have seen people of all hide and hair. A dog man is, frankly, one of the cuter in his opinion. One of his happiest memories had been feeding scraps the strays with his brother when they were young.
Something which has nothing whatsoever to do with the situation at hand. ]
A bad game. [ he is quick to put the blame on the girls; they moan and whine before continuing to insist they see some cuteness. ] But I think they're serious about not moving until we do. [ this feels unfair... isn't this dog guy cute enough to qualify based on appearances alone? ] I guess we can... hold hands. That should work, right?
[ As he offers a similarly scarred up hand, glancing away while he does. He's trying his best to not be embarrassed about this! ]
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but for now, this perro is. still shocked by this entire situation. the one thing he's not surprised by is how scarred that extended hand is. that when he sees it, hung instinctively feels protective. they're not in imminent danger but what if they were? what if the shadows begin to grow and the paintings take on a more menacing light?
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nah. it's all in his head. he tilts his head to one side then the other, ears flopping as he does so. is this the kind of look a muscle-bound, furry dog man should take? yes. 100%. the horn is also there too. ]
Wow! You must do something pretty rough, huh?
[ he takes genya's hand into his own. he thumbs over his knuckles, turns the hand over, looks at the palms. rough. calloused. sometimes one's looks can betray their age; the species of terra are diverse in that regard. so whatever he sees are assumptions. however, what doesn't is the wear and tear of a profession. a career. and what hung feels is... ]
Bet you don't need a guy like me to protect you.
[ a playful smile. a wink. something to help with his own unease. ]
Good boy gave paw 🥹
[ The statement inspires a strange feeling. Rough? Yes, the business of demon slaying is rough. That isn’t what stirs him. Protection is not a privilege Genya feels he can be afforded. It reminds him of his brother, as so many things do, and his grip on the other man’s (dog’s??) hand (…paw???) tightens. Black eyes slide back in time to catch that playful smile and wink, still a bit uncertain. Maybe it’s because he has such pronounced canine traits that Genya finds himself relaxing, easing the tightening of his grip a few long moments later.
Enough so that the calluses and scars burned into his flesh can be observed more freely. The way his knuckles are thumbed over is … unfamiliar. Not unpleasant. Genya’s throat tightens with some unknown emotion, a feeling that rises from the pit of his stomach, warm and soupy washing over the prickle of having to do something at the demand of some strange portrait women. So rarely has anyone ever held his hand outside of that same brother not far from his thoughts. It is touch that agitates a new thought to the surface: more if it would not be bad at all.
The trio, for their part, are not fully satisfied. “Cuter!” one demands with a stamp of a foot, “You’re both so cute so make it cuter!” The others chime in with their agreement. Genya’s lips thin at the encouragement; is hand-holding not the epitome of cute behavior? He flushes, faint color picking up on skin not thickened by scars. He huffs, chest aching with the leftovers of that strange feeling, as he looks back to the other man. ]
But I do need your help making them quiet down. We can’t stay here forever.
he gave paw! 🥹
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