【 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. 💕
I want to take a stab at this with a (mostly) clean slate and fix some things I did in the first attempt. So, chronologically, I'll be treating this as her first arrival. Apologies to anyone she threaded with previously!
That said, for anyone who threaded with Elphelt in the last TDM, let me know if you'd like to handwave some basic interactions they had (sharing names, giving basic info, etc). PM her journal or hit me up on Plurk at megardevoir
Regarding smut:
Elphelt is a virgin and has such complex hangups regarding romance and intimacy that it is highly unlikely this will occur in this TDM. It will likely have to happen later in the first month of the game and may require selecting a particular character as it is going to be extremely important to her character development, particularly regarding how she percieves romance and intimacy in this setting.
Characters are free to try, though, but she will likely sabotage the efforts. I'm definitely interested in building UST to follow up on at a later point!
Other stuff:
Elphelt is available for F/F as well as F/M. She is here to add some girl power to the casino and that includes WLW.
I have a game wishlist here, if anything there prompts any CR ideas.
💀 ARRIVAL
1a. EVENS - WAKING UP IN … PEACOCK?
[Mumbles of 'exterminating redundancies with great prejudice' and things referencing some darling she is courting in her dream, Elphelt sleeps soundly. Her dreams are an eclectic combination of romantic fantasies and the violent thoughts one would expect from a monster. If not for the watch, the woman would sleep in far longer, far too deep in her dreams to wake up at a normal time. In her defense, she had a concert last night and even something like her gets tired after a performance!]
[But that watch does wake her up. Drowsily, she sits up, looks at her watch, and looks for a way to hit snooze.]
I want five more minutes. Just five...
[ It is only after moments of fiddling with the watch that a realization dawns on Elphelt--she doesn't own a watch! That is enough to knock her out of the half asleep daze, at which point she realizes the mysterious watch is not the biggest concern. The luxurious bed, strewn with pillows, is most definitely not the one she fell asleep in. Maybe if she were back home staying with her family in Castle Illyria this would not be an immediate concern--she may have assumed she wandered into the wrong bedoom for some reason! it is a big castle--but she knows that is not where she was last night. Again, she had a performance and she was not in Illyria!]
[ Elphelt throws curtains of the canopy aside to get a look at the room proper and--no, this is absolutely not her home. This is absolutely not Illyrian aesthetic. As her mind races, she puts a hand to her chin and, in the process, notices the bridal gauntlets. Why am in in my wedding dress, she thinks? Sure, she technically has it with her at all times, converted magically into data and stored within her, but it is strange she would have put it on. Except when she throws off her blanket, she realizes it isn't her full wedding dress, but the leotard and accessories alone, as if someone decided the actual dress wasn't appealing enough.
What is going on? Is this a dream?
[It is much too real to be a dream. Or that is what she would think if not for the fact she has experienced a 'far too real' dream in the past, one all about a love-filled life and marriage. Is this another program running to keep her in another dreamlike coma...? Being imprisoned, Mother should not be able to--]
[Her panicked train of thought derails as she registers an important piece of information--perhaps not only the most important, but the most obvious! She is not alone. With a shriek, she she leaps into the air, smashing her head not only through the canopy, but the cieling. After flailing her legs as she pushes her head out of the new hole, she falls back onto the mattress and rolls off the bed. As she leaps to her feet she conjures her handgun, Nougat, and points at the stranger--the stranger sharing her bed!]
Hands up! Who're you? Where am I?
[Her watch is still beeping as she has yet to actually pay attention to what it is trying to tell her.]
💀 WELCOME
2a. ELEVATORS - THE TEASING TRIO
[What a very, very strange place this is. She knows casinos are one possible place for a honeymoon, but is this really what they're like? Even putting aside the nature of her arrival--being kidnapped, as far as she can tell--this is all unsettling. Unsettling, yet undeniably intriguing, although she will attempt to deny that. This is not what she imagines when thinking of a love-filled paradise, but if this place was created by humans, it is more likely they know what they are doing and she is simply, once again, discovering how clueless she is.]
[Elphelt slaps her cheeks! She has to get it together! She infiltrated a maximum security black-ops site, for goodness sakes. She cannot let her mind wander when the focus should be only figuring out more about where she is, why she is here, and, most importantly, how to get home.]
[--ow us some flirting, give us a treat!]
...Huh?
[So stuck in the aforementioned mind-wandering and her peptalk, she does not immediately realize some of these (weird and out of place, in her opinion) paintings are talking to her! Oh, and the elevator stopped. In hindsight, that should have been the first thing she noticed. Oh well.]
Waaait, wait, wait! What?
[Elphelt turns to someone else in the elevator.]
Is this thing serious? It wants to...watch us flirt?
2b. GREAT TIT! - LIMITED EDITION:CHOCOLATE BOXES
[All that stuff about not letting her mind wander and, instead, focus on investigating goes on hold when the talk of limited edition chocolates reaches her ear. Or, more specifically, her cleavage, as a neon pink coupon finds its way in there. ]
[ Justifying this as being part of her investigation (and, to be fair, this is as good a thing to look into as any other), Elphelt heads to the Great Tit!. She...assumes the name is foreign and an unfortunate concidence. Or has to do with birds. Those assumptions, as with her appetite, are dashed upon seeing the various treats. She is much too embarrassed to even consider eating any of these! Why in the world would anyone make snacks in the shape of anatomical parts? Sure, she came here with a coupon for 'nipple buns', but she thought it was, again, and unfortunate name, not an accurate one!]
[Although she makes to leave, the crowd is getting more dense and more rowdy. The reluctance to eat these strange snacks is made irrelevant as people begin to push her around. Of all the things she expected to encounter at a dessert bar, a mosh bit was not one of them! Unfortunately for all these weirdos, they are attempting to out-mosh a bona fide death metalist, so this is quickly becoming a matter of principle! With a flash, her current outfit is replaced with her stage outfit. With ease, she pushes dozens of people away from her on either side. She throws herself (literally) through the crowd, fueled by both metal and FOMO.]
💀 FREE LOVE
3a. ALICE AND THE PARROTS - WEDDING LINE:SPECIAL MOMENTS
[Okay, Elphelt is determined to get back on track with the whole 'investigating' thing. Even if she has convinced herself this is not some corrupt dream meant to act as a trap for her, she still needs to know why she is here, what this place really is, and how she can leave. She cannot sense any of her family members, so there may be no one to swoop in and save her this time--she has to be self-sufficient here!]
[Which is fine with her! She has grown tired of being a damsel in distress. Just as she did when she ran away to become self employed and live her dream by founding her own band, she has to figure out how to get through this, even if she knows she has no idea what she is doing! Elphelt will do her best. ]
[That begins here and now, by blending into this setting to better investigate. That means finding something to wear besides the outfit she woke up in or her idol outfit. With those thoughts in mind as she browses through Alice and the Parrots, she selects something outside her usual tastes--a good idea when playing spy, right? Elphelt steps out of the (tiny) dressing room clad in a suit, feeling like an entirely new woman! In more ways than one. As soon as she locks eyes with someone, she struts to them with an unusual amount of confidence and, upon reaching into her cleavage and pulling out a rose, offers the flower.]
For you, darling.
[Actually, maybe it hasn't changed her all that much. It may be more accurate the clothes are simply enchancing some of her compulsions from the usual 10/10 to a solid 11.]
[Well, Elphelt is once again getting distracted while pretending this is all part of her plan to figure out what the heck is going on. At least this time she may be able to blame this suit compelling her, but it is as likely that she simply cannot keep her own natural compulsions in check. Hearing of a pop up chapel immediately sets an urge to see it aflame within her.]
[Eventually, she settles on slot machines. She loves wedding, she loves games, and she is easily distracted, so this is perfect! Without a clue as to what to expect, she pulls the arm of the machine and turns to whomever happens to be closest to her.]
How do you think this works?
[She probably should have figured that out before pulling the arm! She is going to be surprised when the challenge is sent to her watch, regardless of what it may be. This person close to her may very well be the best choice of target to complete said challenge.]
[OOC: Feel free to, instead, have your character come to her with their given challenge.]
💀 WILD CARD
5a. WILDCARD - CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
Want to do something with Elphelt that none of the prompts above are conducive to? Then hit me with whatever you've got. PM her journal or hit me up on Plurk at megardevoir if you want to plot something!
[Fang's already argued with, threatened, and become resigned to the annoying paintings in the time it takes Elphelt to catch up with their unfortunate predicament. She's spent her time split between observing the whole internal journey Elphelt takes into her mind palace, and poking at the painting, which doesn't do much but annoy the denizens inside of it but makes her feel better.]
Bit behind there, aren't you? [She asks of Elphelt, after her fifteenth or so poking of the terrible trio, or whatever the hell they were supposed to be.] That's the idea - the two of us whisper sweet nothings to each other and then we're home free.
[She immediately red from ear-to-ear! Yes, she heard the painting, but getting confirmation makes it feel more real. More like...she actually has to participate!]
No way! We hardly know each other. And doing that in front of-- [She puts a hand to the side of her mouth and whispers, as id that will keep the weird sentient painting from hearing.] --in front of them? Sweet nothings are a private, intimate matter!
[In contrast, Fang is calm. Or possibly simply resigned. She jerks her thumb in the direction of the painting, shrugs.]
Take it up with the perverted drawing, sugar. I'm only the messenger. If it were up to me, we wouldn't be doing this at all. I'm sure you're lovely and all, but heavy petting with a stranger's not my usual idea of an afternoon.
[The denizens of the painting pout and wheedle them both into playing along, and Fang's head whips around in their direction.]
Shut it!
[They shut it. Momentarily. One of the trio fans themselves dramatically. Fang is calm again when she turns back to Elphelt, running a hand through her hair.] That's the deal. We do the do or we're stuck here forever.
['Sugar'! How charming! Is that part of the act to get the elevator up and running or...? That would conflict with Fang's tone, yet that is typical of these gruff sorts, right? Feel one thing, say another, and think yet another. Like a puzzle needing to be solved to reach their heart!]
Yessir! [She steps closer and puts a hand on her chest.] I leave myself in your capable hands. [As many delicate maidens likely have, which only stirs Elphelt's determination!] Let's ease ourselves into the petting--
[Elphelt bows forward ever so slightly and points to her head with both hands. Her eyes briefly catches the gaze of the voyeurs in the portrait, which prompts her to shuffle to the right so that their line of sight with her is broken by Fang.]
--with some light petting.
[Pet her. Pet her. Oh god, pet her. She wants this.]
It wasn't just Elphelt who was slower in registering everything. The one difference was that when Ragna woke up before her, he was single-minded on leaping out of bed and blaming Rachel (or Kokonoe. She's a close with this shit) for where he's ended up. But when he got no answers, read the watch's message in full once more and finally calmed down...and registered that he wasn't alone in this luxurious, champagne gifted abode, he's left just. Staring. Not lecherously, but just. Trapped like a deer in the headlights.
Is this really happening? He fell asleep in a field somewhere next to Tao and and got rudely taken out of a rare good dream, and now he's waking up in the same bed with some chick like they'd just—
Oh there's the shriek. And there's Ragna's own yell, albeit cut off when she quite literally puts a HOLE IN THE ROOF FROM JUMPING. And his instinctive "pain by proxy" kicks in as if he could feel that thud as he winces. This is getting way too zany, way too fast and before he can reflexively ask if she's okay, she's already got a pistol pointed at him. He doesn't have his sword, otherwise he might have reacted differently— or perhaps Ragna was still too boggled by literally everything happening at once that he's got no choice but to throw his hands up in the air. ]
WHOA whoa, lady!
[ "Who're you? Where am I?" ]
[ Still with his hands up and clipping back just as fast: ]
Ragna the Bloodedge. How the hell do I know? Who the hell are you?!
[A part of her expected to recognize the guy sharing this room with her, as if that would unlock whatever memories from the night before that are lost to her. She swears, if she had a shotgun wedding and somehow forgot everything about it, she may very well explode! Literally. But she doesn't recognize this guy. The idea that she simply forgot about a night of eloping is getting less and less feasible.
One good thing: the fact she fails to recognize him is a point in favor of this not being another dream-prison, so that's nice.]
Elphelt the Valentine! [Wait. Not incorrect, but--] I mean, Valentine. Elphelt Valentine.
[Maybe she should think of an epithet for herself. Everyone she knows seems to have one. But adding to her stage image can wait. She needs to do something about this whole...everything.]
Did you...wake up in that ? This better be a big misunderstanding, because I don't think my spirit can handle the thought of my honeymoon being nothing but my husband passing out in his full tuxedo.
[Unless he got fully clothed after the honeymoon fun to intentionally sleep in it, which is much too insane to consider.]
[ Nothing about this chick was recognizable to him. Save for having a gun pointed at him like another idiot he knew. He feels like he could survive this if he got shot, but he's also not keen on testing that theory? Ragna may be able to heal quick enough, and even from worse, but he's not a masochist. He's taken more cuts, stab wounds, bullets, the list goes on, and they all hurt like hell; toughing himself through it all was just in his nature. ]
The Valentine?
[ She's already correcting herself. Okay then. Ragna's still keeping his hands up for now, not wanting to make any sudden moves while she's the one calling the shots. Potentially literally. ]
Husband?! [ He looks down at himself once more, breath hitching and resetting on numerous occasions like he was a failing .exe program until he finally sputters back into coherent sentences again. ] How the hell am I supposed to know?! I was sleeping under a goddamn tree in the middle of nowhere before I woke up in bed with you.
[ Clearly not in some fanciful white tuxedo. Which reminds him. ]
[Huh. So she's married a hobo? Well, she can work with that. A noble lady taking in a poor, homeless man left to sleep under a tree and cleaning him up to discover he's a diamond in the rough! Except...he's plenty clean right now. Has fate denied her the romantic buildup? The drama?]
--Eh? W-Well. Nooo, I don't remember going to bed in this! Last I remember I passed out fully clothed after a performance.
[Could she have blacked out? Entered a fugue state? One that lead to her marrying, only to immediately regain her memory at the expense of forgetting everything that occurred in the interim? That seems unlikely, but so does every other conceivable explanation.
...Except for one.
She dispels her gun, puffs out her chest, and with determination walks up to Ragna. And pinches his cheek, hard.]
Ragna is still trying his damnest to make heads or tails of this entire mess. Unbeknownst to the girl's inner gears clicking and clonking along to create a narrative that justifies him being in bed with her, he's exercising a lot of patience in kind. It wouldn't be the first time he's been held at gunpoint. It also wouldn't be the first time that Ragna's dodged gunfire, either. But hopefully it doesn't have to come to that so he can figure out where he is and why he's here.
And if Rachel or, god forbid, Kokonoe, would even be able to hear him still if he yelled out to nothing. ]
Right. So I'm out camping and you're out on...stage?
[ Dancer? Band performer? Singer? He's giving her every benefit of the doubt that wasn't some more insensitive accusation of a debauched occupation. The end of Ragna's sentence stuttered because of the way Elphelt dispelled her gun. Puffed out her chest in determination (stop he is looking respectfully but his peripheral), and his back straightens as he stares down at her.
Until: ]
Ow!! [ His eye scrunches on the side she's pinching. And she'll have a couple seconds before his patience snaps and he attempts to swat her hand away if she doesn't already pull back first. ] What the hell are you— Ow!
Aha! [She snaps her fingers, as though she has had a breakthrough!] That hurt? Then this might not be a dream after all.
[This does not feel at all like being in the dream prison her mother put her in. Sure, last she knew, Mother was imprisoned a mile underneath Castle Illyria and under such high security not even she could escape, but that is just the sort of thing her mother would use to convince her that this isn't a dream.
This being reality produces far many more questions than answers, though.]
If this is all real and you're positive this isn't the result of a shotgun wedding, then where does that leave us?
You're supposed to pinch yourself if you think you're dreaming, idiot!
[ Don't mind him. He's just going to be rubbing his cheek for now, before letting out a deep gruff of a sigh in relief. At least she's not pointing a gun at him anymore. After freeing releasing Noel's mind from her state as a Kusanagi, he got his arm replaced thanks to Kokonoe. Ragna was anything but trapped when he got whisked away to this casino resort.
But Elphelt isn't wrong. They haven't gotten to the bottom of anything yet. But good! Now that he can calm down a little too... ]
Apparently the Golden Peacock. Hell if I know where that is, but, [ now that she's awake, he gestures to her wrist. ] Check your watch. What's it say?
[ ...he forgot about the part where the message they received was all about them being newlyweds anyway. ]
[Elphelt looks to her watch just as it beeps and, lo and behold, there is the challenge.]
What a strange game to have in a casino. Is this some sort of meet-cute dispensary?
[Having to ask someone to hold their hand is so forward, thinks the person who has asked others to sign her marriage certificate during their first meeting.]
Someone new, huh? So, um, shooting my shot here, but would you be willing to hold my hand?
[Said as she bats her big, blue eyes! No one could say no to this.]
[For a moment Rin opens her mouth to answer Elphelt's first question. However that's interrupted by her second. Ultimately her decision is to skip the initial query, and answer the follow up. It's just easier that way.]
Sure, but only if you'll let me use you to collect on a return.
[It is best that way. No one attempts to acknowledge all Elphelt says, for that futile endeavor leads only to madness.]
That's fair! Then we can...rinse and repeat? It can't be that easy, right?
[What kind of casino sets up a game like this without realizing it would only lead to them bleeding money? Elphelt doesn't think she's found some get-rich-quick loophole, but being an advanced AI, maybe she has done just that!]
No, no, can't be; there has to be a catch. No way I can walk away with a big payday just by holding hands with cute people.
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. These machines only give out low rewards.
[Incredibly lame of them, in her opinion. She's already tried a few times and none of the payouts were impressive. It makes her want to try the more hardcore machines, but she's still a bit wary of what the resort might have in store after her... birthday surprise.]
[Well. It's either these machines or busking in the hall. The regular games of chance will drain her poor piggy bank and even if she knew the naughty machines awarded more, no way is she going near those.
Not until she is married proper! Which, given the state of this place, is more likely now than ever. And if this hand-holding goes well...........!]
Well, love is calling, so we better answer!
[With that, she snatches Rin's hand to drag her to the nearest table posthaste.]
[Rin is YOINKED from her place and nearly has to stumble her way to the table behind Elphelt. Her surprise doesn't give her much time to think, she simply goes along with this big personality just leading her around.]
[Rin is basically shocked into silence. Staring dumbfounded after being manhandled into sitting. Poor Elphelt is basically handling a limp fish after all that while Rin just tries to catch up.
However before she can say anything (or make an ass of herself, or both) — Elphelt's watch plays a little victory tune! She completed the request, and gets her payout immediately.]
[This is definitely more her speed. No licking, kissing, fingering of various holes in strange places. Instead, basking in the pure joy of holding someone's hand as she wonders what they two of them may look like to onlookers. A pair of young lovers? Maybe--
What is that jingle? Eh, can't be anything important. Anyway.
--a charming rock star wooing a young school girl? Oooh, how risque! She squeezes the delicate hand in her own with a grip as strong as any vise.]
[Elphelt gets a good three minutes to have her head in the clouds, but eventually Rin is yanking her hand away. Despite her gradual acceptance of PDA (it's moving VERY slowly) she's still not able to tolerate that ringer forever.]
Aren't you going to accept that? Having to listen to it is so annoying!
[By sheer coincidence, Elphelt has happened to cross paths with Terry while she's all done up in her wedding gown. Well... technically not her wedding gown, she actually had one of those in her suite where she woke up. But it's a wedding gown, that called to her in an irresistibly supernatural way. She just couldn't resist trying it on. And now she's being approached by someone in a suit, charmingly offering her a rose and calling her 'darling'. It's not the sort of thing Terry would usually be swept up in, yet she still feels her heart jump in her chest as she gingerly accepts the offered flower.]
Oh-? ... Thanks. It's... lovely.
[She's probably never used the word 'lovely' like this before in her life. It suits her as she appears now, a blushing bride accepting a flower from a beautiful and dashing stranger. Someone she, very suddenly, really wants to get to know. Almost like it's an impulse bubbling up and bursting forth, she finds herself asking, as she clutches the rose gently but firmly in both hands:]
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💀 SOME OOC NOTES!
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2a.
Bit behind there, aren't you? [She asks of Elphelt, after her fifteenth or so poking of the terrible trio, or whatever the hell they were supposed to be.] That's the idea - the two of us whisper sweet nothings to each other and then we're home free.
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[She immediately red from ear-to-ear! Yes, she heard the painting, but getting confirmation makes it feel more real. More like...she actually has to participate!]
No way! We hardly know each other. And doing that in front of-- [She puts a hand to the side of her mouth and whispers, as id that will keep the weird sentient painting from hearing.] --in front of them? Sweet nothings are a private, intimate matter!
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Take it up with the perverted drawing, sugar. I'm only the messenger. If it were up to me, we wouldn't be doing this at all. I'm sure you're lovely and all, but heavy petting with a stranger's not my usual idea of an afternoon.
[The denizens of the painting pout and wheedle them both into playing along, and Fang's head whips around in their direction.]
Shut it!
[They shut it. Momentarily. One of the trio fans themselves dramatically. Fang is calm again when she turns back to Elphelt, running a hand through her hair.] That's the deal. We do the do or we're stuck here forever.
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Yessir! [She steps closer and puts a hand on her chest.] I leave myself in your capable hands. [As many delicate maidens likely have, which only stirs Elphelt's determination!] Let's ease ourselves into the petting--
[Elphelt bows forward ever so slightly and points to her head with both hands. Her eyes briefly catches the gaze of the voyeurs in the portrait, which prompts her to shuffle to the right so that their line of sight with her is broken by Fang.]
--with some light petting.
[Pet her. Pet her. Oh god, pet her. She wants this.]
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arcsys meet arcsys— i mean 1a.
It wasn't just Elphelt who was slower in registering everything. The one difference was that when Ragna woke up before her, he was single-minded on leaping out of bed and blaming Rachel (or Kokonoe. She's a close with this shit) for where he's ended up. But when he got no answers, read the watch's message in full once more and finally calmed down...and registered that he wasn't alone in this luxurious, champagne gifted abode, he's left just. Staring. Not lecherously, but just. Trapped like a deer in the headlights.
Is this really happening? He fell asleep in a field somewhere next to Tao and and got rudely taken out of a rare good dream, and now he's waking up in the same bed with some chick like they'd just—
Oh there's the shriek. And there's Ragna's own yell, albeit cut off when she quite literally puts a HOLE IN THE ROOF FROM JUMPING. And his instinctive "pain by proxy" kicks in as if he could feel that thud as he winces. This is getting way too zany, way too fast and before he can reflexively ask if she's okay, she's already got a pistol pointed at him. He doesn't have his sword, otherwise he might have reacted differently— or perhaps Ragna was still too boggled by literally everything happening at once that he's got no choice but to throw his hands up in the air. ]
WHOA whoa, lady!
[ "Who're you? Where am I?" ]
[ Still with his hands up and clipping back just as fast: ]
Ragna the Bloodedge. How the hell do I know? Who the hell are you?!
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One good thing: the fact she fails to recognize him is a point in favor of this not being another dream-prison, so that's nice.]
Elphelt the Valentine! [Wait. Not incorrect, but--] I mean, Valentine. Elphelt Valentine.
[Maybe she should think of an epithet for herself. Everyone she knows seems to have one. But adding to her stage image can wait. She needs to do something about this whole...everything.]
Did you...wake up in that ? This better be a big misunderstanding, because I don't think my spirit can handle the thought of my honeymoon being nothing but my husband passing out in his full tuxedo.
[Unless he got fully clothed after the honeymoon fun to intentionally sleep in it, which is much too insane to consider.]
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The Valentine?
[ She's already correcting herself. Okay then. Ragna's still keeping his hands up for now, not wanting to make any sudden moves while she's the one calling the shots. Potentially literally. ]
Husband?! [ He looks down at himself once more, breath hitching and resetting on numerous occasions like he was a failing .exe program until he finally sputters back into coherent sentences again. ] How the hell am I supposed to know?! I was sleeping under a goddamn tree in the middle of nowhere before I woke up in bed with you.
[ Clearly not in some fanciful white tuxedo. Which reminds him. ]
Do you remember going to bed in that number??
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--Eh? W-Well. Nooo, I don't remember going to bed in this! Last I remember I passed out fully clothed after a performance.
[Could she have blacked out? Entered a fugue state? One that lead to her marrying, only to immediately regain her memory at the expense of forgetting everything that occurred in the interim? That seems unlikely, but so does every other conceivable explanation.
...Except for one.
She dispels her gun, puffs out her chest, and with determination walks up to Ragna. And pinches his cheek, hard.]
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Ragna is still trying his damnest to make heads or tails of this entire mess. Unbeknownst to the girl's inner gears clicking and clonking along to create a narrative that justifies him being in bed with her, he's exercising a lot of patience in kind. It wouldn't be the first time he's been held at gunpoint. It also wouldn't be the first time that Ragna's dodged gunfire, either. But hopefully it doesn't have to come to that so he can figure out where he is and why he's here.
And if Rachel or, god forbid, Kokonoe, would even be able to hear him still if he yelled out to nothing. ]
Right. So I'm out camping and you're out on...stage?
[ Dancer? Band performer? Singer? He's giving her every benefit of the doubt that wasn't some more insensitive accusation of a debauched occupation. The end of Ragna's sentence stuttered because of the way Elphelt dispelled her gun. Puffed out her chest in determination (stop he is looking respectfully but his peripheral), and his back straightens as he stares down at her.
Until: ]
Ow!! [ His eye scrunches on the side she's pinching. And she'll have a couple seconds before his patience snaps and he attempts to swat her hand away if she doesn't already pull back first. ] What the hell are you— Ow!
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[This does not feel at all like being in the dream prison her mother put her in. Sure, last she knew, Mother was imprisoned a mile underneath Castle Illyria and under such high security not even she could escape, but that is just the sort of thing her mother would use to convince her that this isn't a dream.
This being reality produces far many more questions than answers, though.]
If this is all real and you're positive this isn't the result of a shotgun wedding, then where does that leave us?
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[ Don't mind him. He's just going to be rubbing his cheek for now, before letting out a deep gruff of a sigh in relief. At least she's not pointing a gun at him anymore. After freeing releasing Noel's mind from her state as a Kusanagi, he got his arm replaced thanks to Kokonoe. Ragna was anything but trapped when he got whisked away to this casino resort.
But Elphelt isn't wrong. They haven't gotten to the bottom of anything yet. But good! Now that he can calm down a little too... ]
Apparently the Golden Peacock. Hell if I know where that is, but, [ now that she's awake, he gestures to her wrist. ] Check your watch. What's it say?
[ ...he forgot about the part where the message they received was all about them being newlyweds anyway. ]
4a.
[Rin gestures to the display of the slot machine. It reads:
| HOLD HANDS | SOMEONE NEW | UNDER A TABLE |
Afterward she gestures at her own watch.]
The instructions get sent to your watch, and if you want the payout you have to complete the request. Understand?
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What a strange game to have in a casino. Is this some sort of meet-cute dispensary?
[Having to ask someone to hold their hand is so forward, thinks the person who has asked others to sign her marriage certificate during their first meeting.]
Someone new, huh? So, um, shooting my shot here, but would you be willing to hold my hand?
[Said as she bats her big, blue eyes! No one could say no to this.]
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Sure, but only if you'll let me use you to collect on a return.
[After all, the payout won't go to both.]
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That's fair! Then we can...rinse and repeat? It can't be that easy, right?
[What kind of casino sets up a game like this without realizing it would only lead to them bleeding money? Elphelt doesn't think she's found some get-rich-quick loophole, but being an advanced AI, maybe she has done just that!]
No, no, can't be; there has to be a catch. No way I can walk away with a big payday just by holding hands with cute people.
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[Incredibly lame of them, in her opinion. She's already tried a few times and none of the payouts were impressive. It makes her want to try the more hardcore machines, but she's still a bit wary of what the resort might have in store after her... birthday surprise.]
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[Well. It's either these machines or busking in the hall. The regular games of chance will drain her poor piggy bank and even if she knew the naughty machines awarded more, no way is she going near those.
Not until she is married proper! Which, given the state of this place, is more likely now than ever. And if this hand-holding goes well...........!]
Well, love is calling, so we better answer!
[With that, she snatches Rin's hand to drag her to the nearest table posthaste.]
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[Rin is YOINKED from her place and nearly has to stumble her way to the table behind Elphelt. Her surprise doesn't give her much time to think, she simply goes along with this big personality just leading her around.]
I sincerely doubt a machine is the call of love!
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Elphelt quickly sits on the other and grabs Rin's hand under the table and
Sits there.
With a very, very pleased expression. Ah, the feeling of a human hand touching her own...!]
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However before she can say anything (or make an ass of herself, or both) — Elphelt's watch plays a little victory tune! She completed the request, and gets her payout immediately.]
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What is that jingle? Eh, can't be anything important. Anyway.
--a charming rock star wooing a young school girl? Oooh, how risque! She squeezes the delicate hand in her own with a grip as strong as any vise.]
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Aren't you going to accept that? Having to listen to it is so annoying!
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3a.
Oh-? ... Thanks. It's... lovely.
[She's probably never used the word 'lovely' like this before in her life. It suits her as she appears now, a blushing bride accepting a flower from a beautiful and dashing stranger. Someone she, very suddenly, really wants to get to know. Almost like it's an impulse bubbling up and bursting forth, she finds herself asking, as she clutches the rose gently but firmly in both hands:]
What's your name? I'm Terry.