【 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 elevator comes to a sudden and unexpected stop. this continues not to be a terribly strange state of affairs. aventurine, swathed in the silk and teal of someone far beyond his station in life, merely turns a lazy glance first to the interrupted blinking of the elevator’s current floor number, then to the sole other occupant in the cloistered room. no, aventurine thinks, there is another. well, several others. they say art mimics life, though aventurine privately thinks that they likely didn’t mean for the saying to be so literal, even though there’s always been something fanatical about the way humanity pursued alternative methods to the creation of life when they already had a very effective way of doing so.
the young lady smiles from her portrait. aventurine, who had raised himself to be the very picture of polite society, waves back with a drumbeat flicker of his fingers. then, the purple and blue ribboned bands of his eyes turn back once again to the individual sharing his metal box in the sky. friendly, assessing. ]
I’d complain about the resort’s amenities, given how a resort ought to at least be convenient in the way it interacts with its guests, but I think both you and I know that the resort’s definition of convenience is its own. [ aventurine’s little smile quirks much in the way of a sharp knife’s edge, a single glint passerine motion before it’s replaced with something warm, and professional. he uncrosses his arms to the rasp of silk, and holds out his hand. ] Shall we take a moment to get to know one another? Aventurine; it’s a pleasure.
[ There's no such thing as a boring day in the casino. As much as Nero desperately wishes that he could just have and nice and normal day for once in his life. All he wanted was to get on the elevator and the portraits are being demanding. It's familiar, but at least the talking portraits he knew back home weren't demanding sex.
There's a slight slump of his shoulders. No way out but to comply. The best descriptor of his expression is resigned. It's not the first time this hotel's asked something ridiculous.
[ the young man's shoulder's slump. in them, aventurine reads resignation, the sort that comes less with the sisyphean burden of a singular, repetitive task, but the weariness that comes from having seen just a little too much bullshit with too little reprieve.
nero, the young man says, with eyes like a newborn sun, and aventurine tips his chin with a suitably sympathetic hum. ]
Is it? I've had weirder. And it seems that you have too. [ says aventurine with a laissez shrug of his shoulders. teal silk glints. ] Given how you're not the least bit scandalised by our lady on the wall's commands, Mister Nero, this isn't the first time you've been put in such a situation?
[ It's impossible not to feel like he's being watched here, between the portrait on the walls, and the man he's sharing the space with. The attention makes his skin crawl, but that's a personal issue. ]
That so? [ He knows he's a terrible liar, but is his life story being given away that freely? What a pain. ]
Nah, it's the first time somebody's demanded something like that from me. But life's pretty weird in general.
[ That's putting it lightly, but those situations don't really apply here. He hasn't seen anybody from home yet and with any luck it'll stay that way.
A hand rubs the back of his neck and then he looks over to Aventurine. ]
[ there's an old trick to weed out assassins in a crowd. it's as follows: you set off a firecracker along the curb, then observe. you look not for the ones who could care less, and rather for the ones whose ability to care has been worn away by the slant-edged serration of a knife. those who wear human skins always react just a little slower, take just that much more time to decide how they ought to act rather than how they would like to act, and therein lies the difference between those who were bred to be who they are and those who were raised to be.
what're you comfortable with, the young man asks, as if it were a question worth voicing to a signonian slave. aventurine looks at him. the beat lingers just long enough that aventurine has the realisation that the question is sincere. in that beat, aventurine draws the logical conclusion from its mere existence: that the young man must not know a sigonian when he sees one. ]
Mister Nero, [ aventurine laughs. he unfurls from where he had been leaning against the wall, and takes a sole step towards nero, ] while I appreciate the regard, I suspect that I have a lot less compunction about this than you do. Between the two of us, you look the more uncomfortable. I should be asking you that.
Men? Women? Do you have someone waiting for your return in your suite?
[ The comparison is apt. It's not entirely correct about what Nero's done while he was alive, but what that was has certainly affected the way he interacts with the world. Some things do raise immediate flags, and some things that a normal person would interact with don't ring any alarms to him.
He doesn't pull away when Aventurine steps towards him, but he does look at the other man. There's a mark on his neck, but without any prior knowledge, he assumes it's a personal choice. There are people who's show that sort of thing off.
Just because he looks uncomfortable most of the time, doesn't mean that he shouldn't ask a partner what they're up for. At the very least, he'll be polite to the guy who he's stuck in the elevator with. ]
Men mostly. [ Gender doesn't particularly matter, but if he thinks of the people he's been with, there's just the one stand out. ]
Nobody's in my room. [ He doesn't quite meet Aventurine's gaze when he says that. Whatever emotional situation he's got is something he'd rather not disclose. ]
[ it's in the precision of words. words hold power. contracts are written in the language of the majority. their clauses bind worlds to elements pulled from the imagination. precision matters. it's through the precision of words that you mold reality from a series of inconsolably random acts of violence into something you can make value from. aventurine, who grew up in that violence, knows this principle better than anyone else.
nobody's in my room, nero says, not meeting his eyes. aventurine thinks - that doesn't mean nobody is waiting for him. the way aventurine smiles now is coloured a touch with sympathy, just a little lilt of his lips as he takes a second step, and then a third. it's with a gentle lean of his body that he comes to a rest next to the young man, his shoulder touching the mirrored wall to their right. aventurine tilts his head, and considers their predicament. ]
Not 'nobody is waiting for me'. [ aventurine says, and then raises his hand. ] No, I won't pry. But I'd like to consider your feelings on the matter.
What would you prefer, [ aventurine asks, in a way that sounds a lot like 'what would feel less like a betrayal to you' - ] my hand or my mouth?
[ It's different for a wizard. Only a promise is a contract with true consequences, and Nero's given one so recently it feels like a noose around his neck. But words outside of that have no grounding besides however trustworthy a certain wizard is.
Words have feelings behind them, and that's what moves the world to act. For good, for bad, it's all feeling, as far as he's experienced.
"What feels less like a betrayal?" That ship sunk a long time ago, not because of sex, but something that's a much more intimate betrayal in his view. ]
Your hand. [ It feels lesser, even if his former betrayal weighs much more heavily than this ever will .] If that's enough for the lady?
[ acquiescence weighs on this young man the way shackles weigh on lesser men. aventurine sends a backward glance to the painting on the wall. she is prim, her hands folded like knives, and the only sign that the painting is engaged is in the way she leans forward, all thoughtful consideration.
aventurine is smiling when he turns back to nero. ]
Only one way to find out. [ aventurine pushes himself from the wall. with the casual lilt of a man for whom propositioning someone in an elevator is another day ending in -y, he slips into nero's personal space. ] Let's get you interested first, shall we?
[ he is suddenly very close. the warm coax of aventurine's breath skim's the long line of nero's jaw. he tilts his head just so, the universal pantomime for a kiss. aventurine's lashes dip into the purple hallucination of his sigonian eyes. ] May I kiss you, Mister Nero?
[ He kind of wishes there wasn't anybody looking at him at all. What he wants is never really what he gets. His whole life's been just like that, for as long as he can remember. Figures the elevator would do it to him too. Sometimes it is better to accept what's happening, because there's nowhere else to go.
There's a small shift in his posture, like he's trying to get away, before reason hits him. He moves closer to Aventurine's lips. ]
You may.
[ Not quite sure how intimate they need to be, and gently putting his hand on his partner's shoulder.]
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the young lady smiles from her portrait. aventurine, who had raised himself to be the very picture of polite society, waves back with a drumbeat flicker of his fingers. then, the purple and blue ribboned bands of his eyes turn back once again to the individual sharing his metal box in the sky. friendly, assessing. ]
I’d complain about the resort’s amenities, given how a resort ought to at least be convenient in the way it interacts with its guests, but I think both you and I know that the resort’s definition of convenience is its own. [ aventurine’s little smile quirks much in the way of a sharp knife’s edge, a single glint passerine motion before it’s replaced with something warm, and professional. he uncrosses his arms to the rasp of silk, and holds out his hand. ] Shall we take a moment to get to know one another? Aventurine; it’s a pleasure.
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There's a slight slump of his shoulders. No way out but to comply. The best descriptor of his expression is resigned. It's not the first time this hotel's asked something ridiculous.
Gold eyes meet Aventurine's multicolored ones.
A sigh. ]
Nero. Weird way to meet people.
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nero, the young man says, with eyes like a newborn sun, and aventurine tips his chin with a suitably sympathetic hum. ]
Is it? I've had weirder. And it seems that you have too. [ says aventurine with a laissez shrug of his shoulders. teal silk glints. ] Given how you're not the least bit scandalised by our lady on the wall's commands, Mister Nero, this isn't the first time you've been put in such a situation?
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That so? [ He knows he's a terrible liar, but is his life story being given away that freely? What a pain. ]
Nah, it's the first time somebody's demanded something like that from me. But life's pretty weird in general.
[ That's putting it lightly, but those situations don't really apply here. He hasn't seen anybody from home yet and with any luck it'll stay that way.
A hand rubs the back of his neck and then he looks over to Aventurine. ]
What're you comfortable with?
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what're you comfortable with, the young man asks, as if it were a question worth voicing to a signonian slave. aventurine looks at him. the beat lingers just long enough that aventurine has the realisation that the question is sincere. in that beat, aventurine draws the logical conclusion from its mere existence: that the young man must not know a sigonian when he sees one. ]
Mister Nero, [ aventurine laughs. he unfurls from where he had been leaning against the wall, and takes a sole step towards nero, ] while I appreciate the regard, I suspect that I have a lot less compunction about this than you do. Between the two of us, you look the more uncomfortable. I should be asking you that.
Men? Women? Do you have someone waiting for your return in your suite?
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He doesn't pull away when Aventurine steps towards him, but he does look at the other man. There's a mark on his neck, but without any prior knowledge, he assumes it's a personal choice. There are people who's show that sort of thing off.
Just because he looks uncomfortable most of the time, doesn't mean that he shouldn't ask a partner what they're up for. At the very least, he'll be polite to the guy who he's stuck in the elevator with. ]
Men mostly. [ Gender doesn't particularly matter, but if he thinks of the people he's been with, there's just the one stand out. ]
Nobody's in my room. [ He doesn't quite meet Aventurine's gaze when he says that. Whatever emotional situation he's got is something he'd rather not disclose. ]
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nobody's in my room, nero says, not meeting his eyes. aventurine thinks - that doesn't mean nobody is waiting for him. the way aventurine smiles now is coloured a touch with sympathy, just a little lilt of his lips as he takes a second step, and then a third. it's with a gentle lean of his body that he comes to a rest next to the young man, his shoulder touching the mirrored wall to their right. aventurine tilts his head, and considers their predicament. ]
Not 'nobody is waiting for me'. [ aventurine says, and then raises his hand. ] No, I won't pry. But I'd like to consider your feelings on the matter.
What would you prefer, [ aventurine asks, in a way that sounds a lot like 'what would feel less like a betrayal to you' - ] my hand or my mouth?
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Words have feelings behind them, and that's what moves the world to act. For good, for bad, it's all feeling, as far as he's experienced.
"What feels less like a betrayal?" That ship sunk a long time ago, not because of sex, but something that's a much more intimate betrayal in his view. ]
Your hand. [ It feels lesser, even if his former betrayal weighs much more heavily than this ever will .] If that's enough for the lady?
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aventurine is smiling when he turns back to nero. ]
Only one way to find out. [ aventurine pushes himself from the wall. with the casual lilt of a man for whom propositioning someone in an elevator is another day ending in -y, he slips into nero's personal space. ] Let's get you interested first, shall we?
[ he is suddenly very close. the warm coax of aventurine's breath skim's the long line of nero's jaw. he tilts his head just so, the universal pantomime for a kiss. aventurine's lashes dip into the purple hallucination of his sigonian eyes. ] May I kiss you, Mister Nero?
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There's a small shift in his posture, like he's trying to get away, before reason hits him. He moves closer to Aventurine's lips. ]
You may.
[ Not quite sure how intimate they need to be, and gently putting his hand on his partner's shoulder.]