【 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. 💕
[ well, now, isn't this fun? there could be worse places for magilou to wake up in, and, oh, she really has, since waking up in the slammer and remaining locked up for several years on account of "unlicensed witchcraft" had been outright annoying. at least here she's practically being treated like royalty, dolled up in this nice feathery silk robe (and some pretty cute lacy lingerie underneath, this really is the big leagues in quality, huh!) and served trays of some of the most exquisite desserts and snacks.
wandering out of the bedroom she'd woken up in with an involuntary guest, magilou practically dances as she skips down through the halls towards the elevator hub, one hand holding what seems to be a very large bucket of fries as the other traces the designs on the wallpaper as she runs. ]
Salutations, fellow fond flirty freaks! [ she shouts as she joins the other guests, hands outstretched overhead like she's making a grand entrance. ] Oh, come on, what's with all the gloomy guises, you grim goofs!? It's a party!
[ she hops her way over to once of the arranged sofas where others happen to be seated, but instead of sitting on the designated cushion for sitting like a normal person, she hops to sit on the top part of it instead, one leg crossing the other as she bounces her bare foot in the air.
with her bucket in hand, she nudges it to the closest person before picking a fry from it to stuff it in her mouth, leaning down towards them with a focused look. ] No, really, what's everyone's so bummed about? Don't tell me — [ she gives a faux gasp, though her lips stretch into an almost excited mischievous smile. ] This is like plumping up chickens before the slaughter, you think? Oh, noooo! Spooky, huh?
PAINTINGS 🪄
[ so much for not feeling trapped. when the elevators halt, magilou's not entirely fazed by the sudden cursed predicament they've stepped into. in fact, when the paintings begin to speak, she steps right in front of them, tapping at their flat faces with her fingers, poking curiously, humming thoughtfully. ]
What are you? Monsters? Malakhim? You sure don't look like a threat.
a. [ if it happens to be judgmental john calling the shots, magilou isn't in any discomfort at being told to share a sin or a crime. in fact, it isn't a beat later before she gasps dramatically, one hand to her chest as the other raises to the sky. ]
Oh! You've caught me, dear sir! How I've longed to bare my soul to someone! What a marvelous opportunity to lift my dreadful sins from my shoulders! In fact, I — [ she spins on her heel, pressing her back against the painting, one hand reaching back to "stroke" judgmental john on the chin with a seductive air. ] I've been known to carry such deep ... intimate emotions for those handsome portraits in paintings. How I long to thrust myself into arms crafted by colored oils and pastels! To lay upon my naked back in a vast landscape and have my womanhood tainted by forbidden lust! Please, good sir, corrupt my maidenly heart and ravish me!
b. [ if it happens to be the hard-up maiden, magilou merely laughs, lacing her fingers from both hands together and pressing them under her chin as she curves her body into a faux innocent pose. ]
How naughty! Tell me, my dear intimidating partner — [ whether they actually appear intimidating or not, since she's going to pretend in any scenario, that she's the apparent innocent one here. ] Do you really plan to be rough on this pure virgin?
[ definitely not a virgin. ]
c. [ and finally, in the case of the teasing trio, magilou simply hums in surprise. ]
Really? That's all? Talk about a low bar threat. [ she turns to her partner, giving a wiggle of her brows. ] What do you say? Tell me something nice and I might let you hold my hand.
FASHION 🪄
[ well, she can't just settle on looking normal, can she? which is why she's looking around through the boutique to see what's on offer, trying on this and that to combine into a pile of things to take with her (can she afford it? likely not, but that's a problem for a later magilou). she's striking a pose in front of one of the long mirrors with something out of their valentines line, when she notices someone else a few mirrors over seemingly struggling with a zipper or button somewhere. or maybe they just seem completely uncomfortable with the whole dress up aspect over all. ]
Hey! What's got you looking down in the dumps over there? Need a helping hand? I don't charge high.
WILD CARD 🪄
( open to trying different prompts and things not listed here! the exception being that she already has a fellow newlywed partner lined up for the initial arrival. otherwise, she's open to 18+ for smut scenarios. magilou's own age is a big giant question mark, but she's generally considered to be in her late twenties or even much older than that. canon point is up in the air for the moment. )
[ She has been told she looks intimidating before in the past, but it's easy enough to see how much of an act the other woman is putting on, her voice too sweet and pose too perfectly angled to be anything but well-practiced. Spend enough time around Enciodes Silverash, and most false pretenses become easy enough to see past.
Degenbrecher merely blinks, her face calm despite the looming threat of sex that hangs in her immediate future. There's nothing to fear about sex and act of physical intimacy, not when she'd spent part of her youth tumbling through a good number of the brothels in Kazimierz. ]
Is that what you want?
[ OOC: I don't know if you have a gender preference so let me know if I should pick a different prompt. ]
[ the thing with magilou is no matter how fake of an act she puts on, she never actually tries to be convincing. she might be a compulsive liar, but she's hardly a manipulator, mostly because she can never be bothered enough to care about putting that much effort towards it.
what she's expecting is for her elevator partner to either stammer from nerves or get absolutely fed up with her, both of which could prove to be plenty entertaining and maybe even fitting enough to amuse the painting spirits in control. instead, this woman is as calm as a steady rock. ]
Oho? [ no reaction, hmm? lowering her hands, she instead holds them at her back as she steps across the already limited space to get closer to her, eyes half-lidded with a sly curiosity in her curved lips. ] Why? Do you plan on giving me what I want?
[ Flirtations, genuine or otherwise, have never worked on her, and the sweet tones permeating the air do little to speed up the languid beat of her heart. Actions over words are her own preferred method of communicatoin—though if things continue at this pace, perhaps that'll be the endgoal regardless.
What she wants is to get out of this elevator and find a quiet corner somewhere to enjoy a good meal in. But previous attempts at exiting through force have proven ineffective, and she's never been the type to waste her time and energy on things that provide no tangible result at the end.
So!
She leans forward, tips of her fur-covered ears twitching upwards along with one curved brow. A willingness to engage in whatever suggestion the other woman is placing on the table. ]
You'll have to tell me what you want first before I can answer. [ Unless— ] Or are you going to make me guess?
[ there is just a brief moment, sitting on a couch with her fingers against her temples and contemplating the nature of her life, that vi hears that voice echoing down the hall and wonders if she's going to look up to see a very familiar face. it's a kind of manic energy that she's only experienced once before, after all, and she's not sure that she's really in the position to handle it now.
it's not, of course. blonde hair and features far more sly. all she can do is watch as this woman hops in close, her brows furrowed like she's trying to piece together the words that are raining down on her head like confetti. or shrapnel.
the urge to push her off the back of the couch is tempting, but she ignores it. for now. ]
I can't say I'm really happy to get kidnapped and stuck somewhere. Frankly, I'm getting real goddamn sick of it. [ thrown into prison, stuck in a trap, snatched up by the firelights - it's adding up, and getting old. ] And yeah. Maybe I question their intentions.
[ she glances at the bucket of fries. they do look good, and with a groan, she snatches some before she can think twice about it. ] Not that you seem too worried, huh?
the appropriate reaction for anyone when seeing magilou 🤭 but am equally excited for vi!
[ it certainly wouldn't be a day in the life of magilou if someone wasn't seeking to push her or muzzle her or anything to get her to tone down her eccentric energy by about a thousand. so if the pink-haired girl near her looks at all unimpressed, it certainly doesn't leave her disappointed.
honestly, it's almost like she's talking to velvet with that frustrated stare, so she'll take the little comforts. ]
Who? Little ol' me? [ her smile curves more slyly when the girl takes some of the fries. oh, how they always give in! she takes another one herself, popping it into her mouth, and chewing with a happy hum. ] Are you kidding? I'm trembling with goose flesh! I'm shaking in my boots! [ she says as she taps her completely bare feet against the cushion. ] The dreadful things they could do to a pure-hearted maidenly witch like me!
[ an understandable connection on magilou's part to make, but no, this is the other surly and hot-headed big sister type with a v-name - hey wait a second... ]
Yeah, forgive me if I don't underestimate you. [ vi has seen exactly how much manic energy and a big imagination can accomplish, and how much size doesn't exactly matter. so she's not convinced. especially with those bare feet waggling. she crams a few french fries into her mouth and chews them sullenly.
though she will, after doing so, reach out and try to push her legs away from invading her space. ] And I'm not buying that you're "pure-hearted," either.
[Tapping her foot impatiently as she is deep in thought regarding this whole...situation, Elphelt doesn't realize she is sharing the elevator with anyone else until it comes to a sudden halt. Whatever nervous thoughts are occupying her mind are long gone when the paintings start talking. The only thing more shocking than that is the sudden comment from her companion, who she only now notices.]
H-Hold your hand?! We don't even know each other!
[She sounds positively aghast at the offer. How can a total stranger suggest something so intimate?]
[ hand holding is about the most benign idea magilou could possibly come up with, to the point that she's ready to crack a laugh as soon as she speaks it. after all, if the paintings want something so easily performed, getting out of this thing should be a cinch.
at least, she presumes as such until her present company seems to break into an instant panic at the idea. forget breaking out; her amusement's right here. ]
Oh my! [ she gasps dramatically, faking her shock as her hands go up to her cheeks. ] Forgive me! I never meant to spout an idea of such lewd, invasive behavior! What a crime I've dared commit!
[At this point, Yuri's more or less accepted that the hotel's going to keep throwing weird things at them, and hearing a talking portrait ask them to confess their sins is one of those things that might as well happen. At least it's not asking them to make out or something, he supposes. Now which sin should he confess...
Well, that's what he would do, if Magilou weren't currently in the midst of throwing herself at the painting, presumably in an effort to weird the thing out enough to let them go without incident, which is a way smarter idea than just admitting their sins. Way to go! Yuri lets her go on for awhile, trying to hide a smile, but...]
This guy doesn't seem to have much of a sense of humor, huh.
[It doesn't exactly seem to be working... Well, the painting definitely looks a little wigged out by this display, but the elevator doors haven't opened yet, sadly.]
( he was brought here by someone else and has been abandoned, that's the only reason he's in a store like this. ( he hasn't been abandoned, he just wandered off and lost his shopping partner. ) so he's just kind of hovering menacingly in various places in an attempt to find the person he was with. for the most part, people leave him alone — which is good, it's fine, it's exactly what he wants — but apparently this one didn't get the memo.
zoro sighs, rolls his eyes up toward the ceiling, then looks over toward the voice.
he looks her over, his lips curls slightly; what the hell even is that outfit? )
Like I'd need help from someone that looks like that.
[ more often than not, magilou is used to weird. after all, she's a walking definition of the utterly bizarre, but even this has to fall into a huge question mark of huh, considering the decorations of the room she's woken up in that suggest she'd had quite the party last night, especially when she looks down at the sheer, lacy underwear she's currently wearing.
and maybe that might be the most tame of the details at hand, if she takes into consideration the possible corpse lying next to her.
okay, alright, probably not a corpse since he maybe seems to be breathing. it's hard to tell with the way the man lies on his stomach, face practically mashed into the pillow, leaving her only the sight of a very expansive and strong back, along with a pair of heart patterned shorts, sheer enough for her to see the crack of his ass and the very nice shape of those buns — hmm.
the most logical answer here would be to just leave him. if he's dead or, at the very least, passed out, then this would be her best chance for a getaway. then again, she's not tied up and this hardly seems like a torture chamber — the opposite, in fact — so maybe this is just the aftermath of a good time she doesn't remember having. a shame, but she'll live. ]
I could poke you. [ she mutters out loud, clearly to the man, eye squinting like she's debating it. it might be a bad idea if he does turn out to be a threat, but she could always use her guardians to handle that — wait, guardians? she pats her lacy underwear, like her magical cards could somehow be stored within them. she doesn't even sense bienfu inside of her which could ultimately prove to be a problem.
she turns to the bedside table, leaning over there in the hopes that she could find something personal of hers that she could work with. instead, she finds a peculiar kind of hand rod, a soft round extension sticking out from one end, reading the words on the side of it. ]
"Magic Wand"? Well, that'll work. Girls can't be choosers, huh? [ at least that gets her armed for the moment, even if she needs to figure out exactly how to summon out magic from this thing. might as well try out the button first and see what — oh. it vibrates. hmm.
a sly grin slowly creeps up on her face as she turns back to the body next to her, holding out that magic wand to let the vibrating head of it brush at the corpse man's ear. ]
[ most nights, feng xin sleeps like a rock. he's not a man without his fair share of worries, but he's also not one who endeavors to make things overly complicated for himself, and so despite his frustrations and reservations regarding the resort and all that they're made to endure, he has nonetheless gone out of his way to ensure his time here would be as manageable as possible. it keeps worries from plaguing him throughout the night, so it makes sense that between the both of them, magilou would rouse first. his sleep is dreamless and peaceful, making him for a very impressive "corpse" indeed.
he doesn't stir when she moves, doesn't even jostle when she speaks. honestly, he might have slept through it all were it not for magilou's decision to use one of the... aids scattered in the room around them. turns out, that exact level of vibration against his ear is just enough of a shock to the system that he's jolting awake almost instantly.
now, after over a month trapped here in this awful resort, feng xin would like to say he's come a long way in terms of getting over his jitters around women. he can sit with them in polite company, even walk down the halls with them side by side without much issue, and even when it comes to the more... salacious requirements of the resort, he's managed to prioritize his duties well enough that it could hardly be even called an issue in the moment.
but every progress has got its set-backs, right? right.
so then he really can't be blamed for the sharp, almost shrill yowl that erupts out of his mouth when he jerks his head around to find a nearly naked young woman perched right beside him.
he rolls right off the bed in a hasty attempt to get as far away from her as possible, taking down a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries and the bucket full of ice on the bedside table in the process. but you know what? having a bucketful of ice dumped on your own nearly-naked body is only the second-worst thing to happen to him that morning.
and throughout all that? the kind of vigorous swearing that'd make even the most seasoned sailor blush. ]
[ No, neither of them can look normal. Where is the orange and purple? Why is this such an uncommon color combination? Rokurou has been pawing through the racks and stacks for hours and barely found anything in his preferred shades. It's almost as if deep purple and bright orange aren't wanted together? With trims of other color, like red? Deeply unfortunate. He's beginning to think they must have been the first thing sold.
So he is not struggling with a zipper or button but he is depressedly hemming and hawing over a replacement for his kimono. None of these are his style. Not even close. How is he supposed to survive without his style? Important. Must keep digging.
But his ears perk at the sound of that voice. It hasn't been nearly long enough to forget, though he does hesitate given all the ghosts around. Or is this another hallucination...? Something he swiftly decides against; why would his subconscious maifest Magilou's voice of all people? Doesn't make sense. Strike. ]
Is that who I think it is? [ he spies her with a smile, one that quickly goes flat when he notices what she's wearing: ] Yeah, of course they have pink and purple... [ he is Bitter. ]
[ The reaction her companion in the elevator gives the painting of the maiden is almost as odd as the painting itself. While Aerith is left standing, momentarily stunned by what's being asked of her in this elevator, the other woman springs into mocking action, pulling a surprised smirk to Aerith's face as she gives the woman a confused look.
Intimidating? That's not something she gets often about herself. Well, outside of certain circles in Wall Market anyway. ] Rough?
[ She's sure the other woman's trying to shock her, and while the questions certainly throw Aerith off a little bit, she manages to maintain the wide-eyed skeptical look on her face as she looks her companion over. ]
I wasn't planning on it, but, then again, I didn't think a painting was going to try and make me have sex with a stranger today! [ Which probably sounds strange in and of itself, given how cheerfully she speaks. ]
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magilou mayvin — tales of berseria
PAINTINGS 🪄
FASHION 🪄
WILD CARD 🪄
paintings, b
Degenbrecher merely blinks, her face calm despite the looming threat of sex that hangs in her immediate future. There's nothing to fear about sex and act of physical intimacy, not when she'd spent part of her youth tumbling through a good number of the brothels in Kazimierz. ]
Is that what you want?
[ OOC: I don't know if you have a gender preference so let me know if I should pick a different prompt. ]
no subject
[ the thing with magilou is no matter how fake of an act she puts on, she never actually tries to be convincing. she might be a compulsive liar, but she's hardly a manipulator, mostly because she can never be bothered enough to care about putting that much effort towards it.
what she's expecting is for her elevator partner to either stammer from nerves or get absolutely fed up with her, both of which could prove to be plenty entertaining and maybe even fitting enough to amuse the painting spirits in control. instead, this woman is as calm as a steady rock. ]
Oho? [ no reaction, hmm? lowering her hands, she instead holds them at her back as she steps across the already limited space to get closer to her, eyes half-lidded with a sly curiosity in her curved lips. ] Why? Do you plan on giving me what I want?
no subject
What she wants is to get out of this elevator and find a quiet corner somewhere to enjoy a good meal in. But previous attempts at exiting through force have proven ineffective, and she's never been the type to waste her time and energy on things that provide no tangible result at the end.
So!
She leans forward, tips of her fur-covered ears twitching upwards along with one curved brow. A willingness to engage in whatever suggestion the other woman is placing on the table. ]
You'll have to tell me what you want first before I can answer. [ Unless— ] Or are you going to make me guess?
arrival - i saw magilou and screamed
it's not, of course. blonde hair and features far more sly. all she can do is watch as this woman hops in close, her brows furrowed like she's trying to piece together the words that are raining down on her head like confetti. or shrapnel.
the urge to push her off the back of the couch is tempting, but she ignores it. for now. ]
I can't say I'm really happy to get kidnapped and stuck somewhere. Frankly, I'm getting real goddamn sick of it. [ thrown into prison, stuck in a trap, snatched up by the firelights - it's adding up, and getting old. ] And yeah. Maybe I question their intentions.
[ she glances at the bucket of fries. they do look good, and with a groan, she snatches some before she can think twice about it. ] Not that you seem too worried, huh?
the appropriate reaction for anyone when seeing magilou 🤭 but am equally excited for vi!
honestly, it's almost like she's talking to velvet with that frustrated stare, so she'll take the little comforts. ]
Who? Little ol' me? [ her smile curves more slyly when the girl takes some of the fries. oh, how they always give in! she takes another one herself, popping it into her mouth, and chewing with a happy hum. ] Are you kidding? I'm trembling with goose flesh! I'm shaking in my boots! [ she says as she taps her completely bare feet against the cushion. ] The dreadful things they could do to a pure-hearted maidenly witch like me!
she's a precious nightmare goblin
Yeah, forgive me if I don't underestimate you. [ vi has seen exactly how much manic energy and a big imagination can accomplish, and how much size doesn't exactly matter. so she's not convinced. especially with those bare feet waggling. she crams a few french fries into her mouth and chews them sullenly.
though she will, after doing so, reach out and try to push her legs away from invading her space. ] And I'm not buying that you're "pure-hearted," either.
paintings c
H-Hold your hand?! We don't even know each other!
[She sounds positively aghast at the offer. How can a total stranger suggest something so intimate?]
no subject
at least, she presumes as such until her present company seems to break into an instant panic at the idea. forget breaking out; her amusement's right here. ]
Oh my! [ she gasps dramatically, faking her shock as her hands go up to her cheeks. ] Forgive me! I never meant to spout an idea of such lewd, invasive behavior! What a crime I've dared commit!
paintings a, also omg magilou!!
Well, that's what he would do, if Magilou weren't currently in the midst of throwing herself at the painting, presumably in an effort to weird the thing out enough to let them go without incident, which is a way smarter idea than just admitting their sins. Way to go! Yuri lets her go on for awhile, trying to hide a smile, but...]
This guy doesn't seem to have much of a sense of humor, huh.
[It doesn't exactly seem to be working... Well, the painting definitely looks a little wigged out by this display, but the elevator doors haven't opened yet, sadly.]
fashion
zoro sighs, rolls his eyes up toward the ceiling, then looks over toward the voice.
he looks her over, his lips curls slightly; what the hell even is that outfit? )
Like I'd need help from someone that looks like that.
( ohhhh a z-snap moment. )
( closed 🪄 evens )
and maybe that might be the most tame of the details at hand, if she takes into consideration the possible corpse lying next to her.
okay, alright, probably not a corpse since he maybe seems to be breathing. it's hard to tell with the way the man lies on his stomach, face practically mashed into the pillow, leaving her only the sight of a very expansive and strong back, along with a pair of heart patterned shorts, sheer enough for her to see the crack of his ass and the very nice shape of those buns — hmm.
the most logical answer here would be to just leave him. if he's dead or, at the very least, passed out, then this would be her best chance for a getaway. then again, she's not tied up and this hardly seems like a torture chamber — the opposite, in fact — so maybe this is just the aftermath of a good time she doesn't remember having. a shame, but she'll live. ]
I could poke you. [ she mutters out loud, clearly to the man, eye squinting like she's debating it. it might be a bad idea if he does turn out to be a threat, but she could always use her guardians to handle that — wait, guardians? she pats her lacy underwear, like her magical cards could somehow be stored within them. she doesn't even sense bienfu inside of her which could ultimately prove to be a problem.
she turns to the bedside table, leaning over there in the hopes that she could find something personal of hers that she could work with. instead, she finds a peculiar kind of hand rod, a soft round extension sticking out from one end, reading the words on the side of it. ]
"Magic Wand"? Well, that'll work. Girls can't be choosers, huh? [ at least that gets her armed for the moment, even if she needs to figure out exactly how to summon out magic from this thing. might as well try out the button first and see what — oh. it vibrates. hmm.
a sly grin slowly creeps up on her face as she turns back to the body next to her, holding out that magic wand to let the vibrating head of it brush at the corpse man's ear. ]
no subject
he doesn't stir when she moves, doesn't even jostle when she speaks. honestly, he might have slept through it all were it not for magilou's decision to use one of the... aids scattered in the room around them. turns out, that exact level of vibration against his ear is just enough of a shock to the system that he's jolting awake almost instantly.
now, after over a month trapped here in this awful resort, feng xin would like to say he's come a long way in terms of getting over his jitters around women. he can sit with them in polite company, even walk down the halls with them side by side without much issue, and even when it comes to the more... salacious requirements of the resort, he's managed to prioritize his duties well enough that it could hardly be even called an issue in the moment.
but every progress has got its set-backs, right? right.
so then he really can't be blamed for the sharp, almost shrill yowl that erupts out of his mouth when he jerks his head around to find a nearly naked young woman perched right beside him.
he rolls right off the bed in a hasty attempt to get as far away from her as possible, taking down a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries and the bucket full of ice on the bedside table in the process. but you know what? having a bucketful of ice dumped on your own nearly-naked body is only the second-worst thing to happen to him that morning.
and throughout all that? the kind of vigorous swearing that'd make even the most seasoned sailor blush. ]
kicks!! my way in here!! for FASHION
So he is not struggling with a zipper or button but he is depressedly hemming and hawing over a replacement for his kimono. None of these are his style. Not even close. How is he supposed to survive without his style? Important. Must keep digging.
But his ears perk at the sound of that voice. It hasn't been nearly long enough to forget, though he does hesitate given all the ghosts around. Or is this another hallucination...? Something he swiftly decides against; why would his subconscious maifest Magilou's voice of all people? Doesn't make sense. Strike. ]
Is that who I think it is? [ he spies her with a smile, one that quickly goes flat when he notices what she's wearing: ] Yeah, of course they have pink and purple... [ he is Bitter. ]
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Intimidating? That's not something she gets often about herself. Well, outside of certain circles in Wall Market anyway. ] Rough?
[ She's sure the other woman's trying to shock her, and while the questions certainly throw Aerith off a little bit, she manages to maintain the wide-eyed skeptical look on her face as she looks her companion over. ]
I wasn't planning on it, but, then again, I didn't think a painting was going to try and make me have sex with a stranger today! [ Which probably sounds strange in and of itself, given how cheerfully she speaks. ]