【 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've only just arrived. There's hardly been time to misbehave.
[He says, dryly, and the implication is clear — that between the two of them, there is a definite likely suspect for filthy horny behavior, and the other one is Rufus. To say nothing of the fact that, the longer and more emphatically the painting insists that he perform, the less and less Rufus really wants to do it. He's still not ruling it out entirely, but he's never been a fan of letting himself be coerced into anything.]
Which, per the rules, should constitute my confession. I've got nothing t— to—
[But then, something happens. A flash of startled uncertainty flickers like a brushfire through Rufus's expression, alarmed and abruptly smothered as he quickly clamps down on it, teeth gritted and mouth shut tight like he's fighting to prevent something from escaping.
Judgmental John, it seems, will put up with a lot of horsing around, but he draws the line at lying altogether...]
[ it's amazing how hard-wired the instinct to react is, in him. even two-or-so months apart and a gulf of disparate timelines between them doesn't do a damn thing to dampen the instant, ingrained way Reno reacts, mechanized to action the very second Rufus shows a hint of distress. there's nothing to mobilize against, which of course he would even without a weapon, and short of getting out his lighter and painstakingly trying to burn the painting off the wall in an agonizingly slow fashion, that means there's only one course to take: talk.
he's casual but direct and immediate about it, at least, even if the flare of concern in his eyes says otherwise, his gaze leaping from Rufus's face to the portrait, shoulders back and hand on his hip. whatever it takes to get the heat off his charge—without dumping his entire life story on the floor, preferably. ]
I've fucked seven people since I got here, two of 'em twice, and I didn't feel so much as a second of shame about any of it. That what you wanna hear?
[ That's hardly a crime, here, Sir John says, but at least Reno can take a modicum of satisfaction in the faint note of a few ruffled feathers. You both can do better than that. Confess and pass judgment! or maybe not. eh, at least he doesn't care much about what kind of sordid laundry he airs out in front of Rufus. everybody knows what he's like. ]
Tch, you couldn't've said that earlier? Fuck's sake.
[Well. All of a sudden Rufus hates this little shenanigan a whole lot more than he did about five seconds ago, to say the least. When Reno interjects, and the portrait admonishes them both to play along, the strange compulsion he'd been fighting against begins to lessen — thankfully enough. But the threat has been made, and resentment darkens something behind the mask of impassivity he quickly pulls back onto his features. It's one thing to play on his own terms, whatever the risks. It's quite another to be manipulated into dancing on someone else's strings.
This feels, suddenly, like a mockery of a children's game of cards. He's holding a handful of sins, and he's aware of at least a few of the ones Reno keeps in his. If he has to play first, then it has to be something of a magnitude that Reno can still beat — or alternatively, to throw a card that can't be outplayed, knowing full well that he'll have to accept the supposed punishment for it.
Which would be better, he wonders. Whatever he does, the threat isn't about whether he or Reno takes point in the administration of the supposed punishment. No, the threat here is if they both lose control of this entirely, and that compulsion seizes control of his throat again.
The way he turns to look at Judgmental John, drawing himself up and squaring his shoulders, is probably tell enough to anyone who knows him that he's just made a decision, and is about to make his move. It's all the warning that Reno gets.]
I've engaged in a conspiracy to commit theft and destruction of private property.
[Without leaving room for a pause, he smoothly turns his gaze to Reno, meeting his eyes.]
And you littered once, rather than throwing your waste in a proper receptacle. Didn't you, Reno.
[ honestly, the real concern here is whether Rufus can act on his own volition—if he's out of immediate trouble, and it seems he is. Reno doesn't much like the idea of saying anything too telling out loud in this place, not after his conversation with someone who seems to have some kind of influence around here, who knows too much about everyone, about him, undoubtedly about Rufus, too, but even he has to agree that the alternative is worse. the relief when Rufus makes his play is canceled out by a certain feeling of dread. it's not just some stupid portrait; it'll blab to somebody. what that means for them, they'll just have to wait and see.
so anyway, back this play, or don't? it's an easy question to answer, and Reno does it seamlessly, angling his body in Rufus's direction. ]
Oh, yeah, that's right. Real atrocious how I— I—
[ it's not a lie, but it is a copout, and it seems this won't be tolerated, either. countless scenarios have seen Reno put through the wringer to get him to talk and none to date have managed to break the Turks' second-most seasoned veteran, but now all it takes is a few seconds of unearthly influence to loosen that iron-clad tongue. the struggle to swerve or remain silent is hopelessly short-lived. ]
I destroyed Sector Seven. [ instantly enraged the moment the pressure's off of him, Reno slams his fist into that god damn painting. John doesn't even flinch. ] —Fuck Sector Seven! I don't give a fuck about Sector fucking Seven. Man, fuck this shit. Let's dole out some punishments.
[ rounding on Rufus, Reno steps into his space. even unsettled, he's still perfectly safe in his capable hands—this doesn't change a thing, or so the determined set of his gaze says. objectively, he should be the loser, but nobody ever said anything about being objective, now, did they. his shoulders rise and fall, but no amount of being thrown off-kilter is about to make him forget what—who—really matters here. ]
Yours is worse, ain't it? I mean, conspiracies? Shame on you.
[So that cinches it. They're getting the hell out of this elevator as fast as is humanly possible, because clearly the last thing Reno wants to be thinking about is Sector fucking Seven, and Rufus frankly isn't far behind him. It's less the magnitude of the atrocity itself and more all the things that run tangent to it, all of the strings that lead their way back to his father, weighted down with flashes of resentment in flavors of my Turks and my city and if he'd just been faster to wrest it all away from the old man then maybe —
Well, that's a sin in itself that he really doesn't feel like confessing, isn't it? That there's a lot of resentment to cut through before he even gets close to the part about the actual human people who died beneath the crush of the fall.]
Worse than following orders. Conspiracy necessitates initiative.
[Reno didn't destroy Sector Seven. The Turks didn't destroy Sector Seven. The Shinra Corporation destroyed Sector Seven, and only one of them in this elevator is the Shinra Corporation.
Whatever else comes of it, whatever new beginning lies on the horizon, the old sins hang around his neck. No one else's.]
So we're agreed, then. There's no further need for any confessions; we can move right to the punishment. [He pauses.] My punishment.
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[He says, dryly, and the implication is clear — that between the two of them, there is a definite likely suspect for filthy horny behavior, and the other one is Rufus. To say nothing of the fact that, the longer and more emphatically the painting insists that he perform, the less and less Rufus really wants to do it. He's still not ruling it out entirely, but he's never been a fan of letting himself be coerced into anything.]
Which, per the rules, should constitute my confession. I've got nothing t— to—
[But then, something happens. A flash of startled uncertainty flickers like a brushfire through Rufus's expression, alarmed and abruptly smothered as he quickly clamps down on it, teeth gritted and mouth shut tight like he's fighting to prevent something from escaping.
Judgmental John, it seems, will put up with a lot of horsing around, but he draws the line at lying altogether...]
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he's casual but direct and immediate about it, at least, even if the flare of concern in his eyes says otherwise, his gaze leaping from Rufus's face to the portrait, shoulders back and hand on his hip. whatever it takes to get the heat off his charge—without dumping his entire life story on the floor, preferably. ]
I've fucked seven people since I got here, two of 'em twice, and I didn't feel so much as a second of shame about any of it. That what you wanna hear?
[ That's hardly a crime, here, Sir John says, but at least Reno can take a modicum of satisfaction in the faint note of a few ruffled feathers. You both can do better than that. Confess and pass judgment! or maybe not. eh, at least he doesn't care much about what kind of sordid laundry he airs out in front of Rufus. everybody knows what he's like. ]
Tch, you couldn't've said that earlier? Fuck's sake.
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This feels, suddenly, like a mockery of a children's game of cards. He's holding a handful of sins, and he's aware of at least a few of the ones Reno keeps in his. If he has to play first, then it has to be something of a magnitude that Reno can still beat — or alternatively, to throw a card that can't be outplayed, knowing full well that he'll have to accept the supposed punishment for it.
Which would be better, he wonders. Whatever he does, the threat isn't about whether he or Reno takes point in the administration of the supposed punishment. No, the threat here is if they both lose control of this entirely, and that compulsion seizes control of his throat again.
The way he turns to look at Judgmental John, drawing himself up and squaring his shoulders, is probably tell enough to anyone who knows him that he's just made a decision, and is about to make his move. It's all the warning that Reno gets.]
I've engaged in a conspiracy to commit theft and destruction of private property.
[Without leaving room for a pause, he smoothly turns his gaze to Reno, meeting his eyes.]
And you littered once, rather than throwing your waste in a proper receptacle. Didn't you, Reno.
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so anyway, back this play, or don't? it's an easy question to answer, and Reno does it seamlessly, angling his body in Rufus's direction. ]
Oh, yeah, that's right. Real atrocious how I— I—
[ it's not a lie, but it is a copout, and it seems this won't be tolerated, either. countless scenarios have seen Reno put through the wringer to get him to talk and none to date have managed to break the Turks' second-most seasoned veteran, but now all it takes is a few seconds of unearthly influence to loosen that iron-clad tongue. the struggle to swerve or remain silent is hopelessly short-lived. ]
I destroyed Sector Seven. [ instantly enraged the moment the pressure's off of him, Reno slams his fist into that god damn painting. John doesn't even flinch. ] —Fuck Sector Seven! I don't give a fuck about Sector fucking Seven. Man, fuck this shit. Let's dole out some punishments.
[ rounding on Rufus, Reno steps into his space. even unsettled, he's still perfectly safe in his capable hands—this doesn't change a thing, or so the determined set of his gaze says. objectively, he should be the loser, but nobody ever said anything about being objective, now, did they. his shoulders rise and fall, but no amount of being thrown off-kilter is about to make him forget what—who—really matters here. ]
Yours is worse, ain't it? I mean, conspiracies? Shame on you.
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Well, that's a sin in itself that he really doesn't feel like confessing, isn't it? That there's a lot of resentment to cut through before he even gets close to the part about the actual human people who died beneath the crush of the fall.]
Worse than following orders. Conspiracy necessitates initiative.
[Reno didn't destroy Sector Seven. The Turks didn't destroy Sector Seven. The Shinra Corporation destroyed Sector Seven, and only one of them in this elevator is the Shinra Corporation.
Whatever else comes of it, whatever new beginning lies on the horizon, the old sins hang around his neck. No one else's.]
So we're agreed, then. There's no further need for any confessions; we can move right to the punishment. [He pauses.] My punishment.